He let out a sigh when the boy struck him, his head turning unnaturally quick, before snapping back into place. Sighing, he looked down at the boy, and walked around the changing table, grabbing his left hand and forcing it into a handcuff, before doing the same with his right hand, using a large amount of force to prevent him from even attempting to resist. Sighing, he said, "Very unprince-like behavior. Surely a little prince knows his place, and how to behave." He then walked over, before sighing again. "I think this act of rebellion deserves a punishment. The master didn't give me any orders over whether or not to let you keep your still developing pubic hair, but after this tantrum, I think its only right that I remove them. After all, since you choose to act like a baby, you should look like one as well."

Luke growled at him , he was rather protective of his hair down there , a symbol of his manhood and maturity and he was dammed if any creature was going to take his souse of pride form him. He snarled and fought against the restraints. Seems the both forgot the first rule in digging a hole , stop digging. He arched his body in any attempt to move whatsoever. "I AM NOT A BABY!" he screamed

"Well, you sure are acting like one," He said with a smile, reaching under the table and pulling out a metal razor. "Now, I wouldn't move, or else with one accidental movement, you might not be a man either." Chuckling, he reached down and grabbed his thigh, holding it still as he began to gently go up and on his leg, and private hair, removing it until he was as hairless as an infant, only possessing hair on the top of his head. "Much better."

The guy romoved everything , bad thing was most of his body hair was trapping head and if Luke hated anything it would be being cold. With fresh fuel to burn he screamed and cried and vented his rage with no end in sight , a real tantrum. At this rate he was going to need to be gagged and walked around in restraints.

"Oh you are annoying," Jamon said in disgust, reaching under the table and fetching a cloth. Walking over to the teenager tantrumer, he sighed and quickly bound his mouth with the cloth, gagging him. Shaking his head, he began to rub baby oil into his now hairless private and behind, before sprinkling baby powder. Unable to resist the urge, he blew a little bit into Luke's face. "Smell that? That's what your going to be smelling like. Fresh and clean, just like an infant," He taunted.

Luke was gagged but continued his muffled screams , not backing down and very very angry at this. He writhed and tried to move any way that he could, the powder only serving to enrage him more. It was like he was deliberately taunting and getting him angry , although it did mean getting him to cooperate was a near impossibility.

"Calm down, you little muck-raker. Here's the thing, my job was only to find you and get you ready. Fortunatly for you, I'm not the one who gets the fun of taking you around and watching over you," Jamon said with a laugh, taping the diaper on him quickly, before patting him on the ass. Chuckling, he turned and said, "See you around kid, your guardian will be here with you soon."

The boy wasn't listening at all, cold , violated , humiliated and scorned nothing was calming him down at this rate. He wasn't even ready , only dressed in diapers was hardly dressed at all.

Rolling his eyes, Jamon turned to leave, only to pause when he found someone else at the door. It was a man, a very slender man, with slightly greenish skin. He had elf-like ears, and stood a little shorter then the tall frame of Jamon. The man seemed to radiate beauty and calmness. He had a patient smile on his face, before glancing over at Luke and frowning. "You couldn't have pissed him off any more could you have," He asked sarcastically, walking over to Luke, and gently touching the boy's forehead, trying to calm him down.

Jamon let out a huff and left the two, leaving Alexander to calm him down.

Sighing, Alexander began to gently undo the boy's locks, whispering in his ears that it would be all right. The man seemed to radiate calmness and serenity. He brushed Luke's hair with his hand, and soon had him completely undone. Frowning, he picked the small boy up, holding him gently in his arms. As soon as he had him, Luke would feel warmth flowing through his body, not enough to cause him pain, but enough to make him feel safe and comfortable. "I've got you, your going to be ok," He whispered to the young teen, rocking him.

Luke still struggled , tearing off the gag the first moment he was let loose. He struggled against him as he was picked up, the boy had stopped screaming but was still in a fit of rage that was not going to be easy to slow or stop. He glared up at the thing holding him and threw his clenched fist up , socking him right in the jaw "Put me down right now!" he yelled , throwing his other fist and getting him in the eye "NOW!" he shirked , he might have had some skill but the forest fire inside him wasn't going to be put out by some rain. "I've had enough of this!" he shouted, tearing at the tabs on him , dealing with the most immediate problem first.