"Good boy," Chris says. His voice is gentle. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

He nods, tucks himself into him. 

"Yes, Chris," and he sounds almost reverent. 

Chris twirls a lock of Marlo's hair around his finger. "Go to the sex toy drawer and pick out three things you want me to use on you."

He nods and stands up. 

This has the problem that he doesn't actually know what half of the things in the sex toy drawer are. He takes one of the dildos that doesn't look unnervingly realistic but also doesn't look like a rejected alien design, a length of rope, and a bottle of lube, and comes back to bed with them. 

"Hm. Interesting. --Would you actually prefer me to use a dildo on you or is there some other reason you chose it?"

"Most of the other things either look like torture devices or I can't tell what they are, and while I don't object to finding out it seems unwise for the first time." 

He clicks his tongue against his front teeth. "Don't watch much porn, do you."

"I don't, no." 

"Do you dislike pain? --Actually, wait." He grabs a handful of Marlo's hair, kisses him, and yanks it. "Do you dislike pain?"

"— apparently not," Marlo says when he can form words again. 

"We might have to try some of those, mm, torture devices on you."

A small wanting sound from the back of his throat. He nods. 

"Wrists over your head. Two fists apart."

He obeys almost before he's registered what the order was. 

And he's quickly and efficiently tied to the bed. 

He's so relaxed, eyes closed and mouth open and all the tension drained out of him. 

"I wish I'd met you when we were alive. I would have trained you and you would have been so perfect for me. Utterly flawless. Someone I'd be proud to have called a Parker slave." Chris strokes Marlo's cheek gently, and then slaps him. 

He gasps and leans into the touch. 

"Want to make you proud of me now —" 

"You will." Chris kisses his forehead.

He's glowing under Chris's touch. 

"But I can't train you, because the Good Place doesn't have owners. You'd be a beautiful, perfectly trained slave with nothing to do. It's bad enough I'm a slave without a master. I can't do that to you." He sighs. "Such a waste of potential."

He shrinks, just a little, at waste of potential — he knows that's not what Chris means by it but still —

"Not you. This situation." He drums his fingers idly on Marlo's chest. "And we can still make something of this. Do you have any idea what you kink on at all or am I faced with an utterly blank slate?"

"I —" 

He can feel his face and shoulders heating up. 

"You can be a good boy and tell me."