I slapped my forehead. I didn’t like it when Mark was cleverer than me. “That’s enough, bugi, my boy. Now it’s time for your punishment.”
“You’re the sub,” Mark said.
“I might have been the sub today, but that’s only because I trust you and I love you. I would be too scared to do that with anyone else.”
“I won’t ever do anything to hurt you, not even if we’re playing.”
“I know,” I said. We were in the elevator and heading up to our room. “It makes me feel even more connected to you now. Like. I feel really intense right now.”
“You’re always intense.”
“Do you want to fuck me tonight?” I asked suddenly. I never, ever brought up that topic.
“No,” he said, surprising me. “I’m fucking you tomorrow. And you’re going to beg for it.” He was serious. I rolled my eyes. “You don’t believe me... but I’m going to hear you begging and you’re going to mean it.”
“Whatever. That’s the last time I let you be the dominant. It went to your head.”
“Babe, you’re going to beg. I’m going to bring out the Mente-monster and we’re going to really get into it.”
I didn’t believe him. I would never beg to get fucked... lol, who does that? Who would ever beg to have something shoved up their butt? It made no sense to me.
“OKAY BUGI, WHERE ARE you taking me?”
“Someplace fancy, duh.”
That Wednesday morning was quite normal for me, despite us being in an exceptional place... I got up early, like normal. I did my typing, like normal. Mark slept in, like normal.
That normalcy preceded one of the weirdest afternoons I have ever experienced in my life. Since that afternoon in Milan, I have... been in the same room as an orgy, fucked my partner, been in a foursome... etc. But at that time, my sexual experiences were limited. I didn’t seek them out and when they came to me, it was because a situation spiraled out of my control, like when a friend pressured me to do it.
Mark’s goal for the day was exactly what he laid out the previous night: to make me beg for his cock. I thought it was the funniest and most illogical goal in the world.
The first stage of his plan—the ‘beg for cock’ plan—was a nice lunch in the fanciest restaurant he could find.
I had originally objected when Mark packed my nice, grey suit for our trip to Italy—Mark had promised that he was going to take me to a runway show, and that everyone at the runway would be wearing suits. So the suit came with us.
And, of course, the runway excuse had been another lie. There was no Milan Men’s Fashion Week. There was no waiting around in my hotel room for Mark to finish his job—he had two days of work total—Thursday and Friday—the rest of the week was open for him to (try to) seduce me.
Technically, the first stage of his ‘beg for cock’ plan was to excite me by forcing me to strip on a beach and skinny dip. The second stage was when he took me to that (disgusting) bathhouse and made me live outside my head for an hour. The third stage might have been taking me to a ‘gymnasium’, which from the way Mark said that word, probably meant it was another sex place. I nixed the gymnasium and we worked out in the hotel gym instead.
Mark wanted us to look our best in our suits and to look our best for our love making in the afternoon. (How vain!) I figured he had a clever trick that involved withholding our masturbation for four days, as if that buildup was going to reduce me to begging! Not! Well... I had a few tricks of my own... Mark wouldn’t make me beg just because I needed to bust a nut!
The lunch was very fancy and beautiful and tiny.
“This is all we get?” I asked, confused.
“We’ll eat a big meal tonight, babe. It’ll be better if you have a lighter stomach.”
I groaned. “I’m not going to beg.”
“You’re going to be on your back whimpering for my cock.”
“You’re delusional.”
Thus, with our stances taken and the competition ready to commence, we found our way back to the hotel in the early afternoon. Mark complimented me at every opportunity. He touched my hand and my waist and my hair. He said I looked so amazing last night with my flat stomach and that tight speedo.
“You liked that?” I asked, swinging my hips. “You liked me being your ‘boy’?”
“Yes,” he growled. We were still on the street at that point, so all I could do was squeeze my cheeks and all he could do was daydream. He complimented my hair and my eyes and how I barely wore my glasses anymore and how I always trimmed my beard.
“And my pubes,” I said.
“I trim the pubes; you never want to do it.”
“I know. But I let you do it.” Just like I let you have sex with me... I don’t beg for it.
We made it into the hotel room without sliding into a narrow alley and fucking like dogs. Mark could barely contain himself, but I was reserved... and totally not about to beg for anything. He had been thinking about this day for a long time so there was no way in the world he would last long—certainly not longer than me.
Upon entering the suite, the first thing I noticed was the massage table in the middle of the room. Oh. Unexpected.
“Surprise, babe,” Mark said. “Now strip and let me give you a massage like you’ve never had before.”
“With a happy ending?”
“No. One where you’re going to be panting and begging me to fuck you.”
“Fat chance.”
“You were practically there the last time we did this, remember?”
Yes, I was traumatized because I had a huge erection in front of you, then you saw my cum... I was mortified.
“That was different. I was weak and in pain.”
“I’ve got more talent to share... now that we’re together and you’re officially my man,” he murmured seductively.
And I’ve got a talent to share with you...
“So this was your whole plan? Get me on the massage table, maybe crack my back and that would make me...”
“You’re gonna love it. Look, you’re already stiff.” Mark pointed to my pants.
“See. These pants are too tight.” I stretched them over my thickening pole. “You know, I’ve never had this problem before.”
“What problem?”
“These random erections. I think we should go back to masturbation every day.”
Mark leaned in and kissed me swiftly while taking off my coat. He told me we were saving our love for each other. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.
I kicked off my shoes, took off my tie, untucked my shirt. I watched Mark fly like a tornado through his clothes until he was down to his dark blue briefs, which showed off his erection to maximum effect.
“Nice undies,” I said.
“Thanks, they’re new... and just for you.”
“I need some help, babe. Can you help me out of my pants?”
“Oh, clever. You think I’m going to fall for that? I’m gonna be touching you for the next hour before we fuck. I sure as shit can handle those eyes and that posing.”
“Really?” I asked, bucking my hips while clutching him sensuously, my eyes wide and my voice airy. “You can resist me?”
He laughed. “I know what the score is.” He unbuttoned my pants. “I’ve got my eyes on the prize.” He unzipped my pants and his eyes were suddenly riveted on my crotch.
I wiggled my hips so that my pants slowly fell away.
“There’s your prize, sir,” I said submissively.
I was wearing the stupid flowery speedo from last night, with the strings untied and swaying between my thighs. “I hope I’ve been a good boy today...” I said huskily, knowing what the speedo would do to him... and the fire in his eyes proved I had assumed correctly.
The idea that I had been wearing that silly thing all through our lunch, and under my fancy suit... it certainly got me excited, and him too.
I sat on the massage table and kicked off my pants, then crawled backwards so that
my entire body was on the table. I lifted my hips and ran my hand down my chest like I was a slut. “Have I been a good boy, master?”
“Ooooo...” Mark was on autopilot. He jumped at me as I humped the air, then his mouth hoovered my cock through the speedo. I was rock hard and painfully contained by the flowery fabric.
Mark moved from my crotch and kissed my abs... my sensitive, vulnerable abs. His hands explored my body and I groaned. I was so keyed up. He bit into my right nipple.
I howled and came in my speedo—not the most comfortable sensation, but I had been waiting for that release for days.
“You little shit,” Mark said, when he felt my hips bucking against his chest. He spanked my butt before I lowered it to the table. Mark crawled off me and called me a ‘little shit’ again. He whipped out his cock, pumped it, closed his eyes, grunted and came so hard that it shot up and down my body.
“Wow,” I said when we calmed down. “I did that without touching myself.”
“That was supposed to be my load,” Mark complained.
I sat upright on the edge of the massage table and kissed him. “You’ve got the next one, babe. Wow. I feel so much better.”
“You were supposed to save that for me. Shit. You with that speedo. I thought about how you were such a good slut yesterday and I lost it.”
“I know.”
“No more tricks from you,” he said, swatting my hip. “You’re begging me, not the other way around.”
“Whatever you say, Bugi.”
Mark herded me into that magnificent bathroom. I was shocked at my appearance. My hair was disheveled. My swimsuit was soaked and leaking juices. Mark’s cum was dripping from my chin down to my thighs.
Mark wrapped his arms around me and nibbled on my neck while staring at me in the mirror. “Sexy slut,” he said, then repeated some variation of those words while rubbing his hand through the cum on my chest. I broke away and reached into the shower to start the water. Mark was directly behind me and took the opportunity to rip the speedo down my hips. I gasped. He pushed me into the shower and we made out. He tossed me against the stone wall, then sensuously washed my back. He licked my deflated—but once again wakening—cock. When we were done, he made sure to dry me and refused to let me touch him.
“No,” he said. “No more tricks. Get on the table and let me do my thing.”
I obeyed. Mark told me to face down and stick my head in the hole. The first thing he did was touch my ass... until I dryly told him to get a move on.
Mark oiled my back and dug in his fingers. He expertly moved my arm to get the best angle for each muscle. I grunted when he hit a tough spot. I was tight. I had been working out like an athlete for the last couple months and Mark had only given me that one massage. He had a lot of work to do to get out those knots, and he set about it patiently and joyfully.
When I grunted, he told me to grunt louder. When he dug his elbow into the back of my thigh, I squealed much like I had during that first massage. I arched my back and moaned when he pressed on my calves. Mark told me to moan louder.
He flipped me over. “I feel great,” I said sleepily. Mark stroked my erection and said we weren’t even close to being done. He told me there would be no more humping the table.
“I wasn’t humping the table!”
“Babe. You were fucking the table... hopefully she’s not pregnant.” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing or not. I didn’t remember humping the table, but Mark’s hands were so good and I was completely in the zone. “You ready to start begging?”
“Hell no. Finish up, Bugi.”
“I’m no fucking liar. You’re going to beg.”
Whatever.
He worked on my legs (and gently touched my feet, just enough to get a twitch out of me... I had to yell at him to move on... he asked me to beg, but I started kicking and he gave up). Mark worked on my arms again and then my face muscles. Then my neck. Then my chest, which started a fire in my belly. Then he worked into my abs and I started groaning.
“You ready to beg?” he asked.
“No,” I panted. He took forever to work on my torso—sometimes hard, sometimes soft and slow. “God, that feels good.”
“You’re almost ready,” Mark said. “One more position. Let’s move to the bed and get you on your side. Hands above your head.”
“No,” I panted. “That hurt last time.”
“But it felt good after. And you made these yelping sounds... fuck, I almost shot my load when you did that.” Mark’s hand absentmindedly pumped his cock before he noticed what he was doing.
“Your cock is gooey,” I commented.
“It’s pre-cum. Yours too.”
“What?” I looked at my cock. “That was from earlier. I don’t have pre-cum.”
“Dude.” He stroked my cock and gently opened the foreskin hood so I leaked more precum. “You’re locked and loaded.” He set his lips on my cock... then sank down to the base with his throat tight around my shaft.
“Shit!” I cried.
He popped off my cock and licked his lips. “Changing your mind about blowjobs?”
“I’m thinking about it.” I panted and looked at him with a dazed expression. “You can do that again, if you want.”
“Oh... you’re getting close. You know what you have to do.”
I blushed. He tried to pry me off the massage table, but I grabbed his hard cock and pulled on his balls so he came closer to me. Then I leaned over the table and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned while I tried to do what he did to me, but I gagged before I got halfway. I was very inexperienced—in fact, that was only the second time he had been in my mouth. I had to catch my breath and then cough, which gave Mark the chance to cool off.
He ran away and hid in the bathroom for a minute. I laid back on the massage table wondering why he had scampered out of sight.
“Shit, dude,” Mark said when he returned. “I had to get control... fuck that was hot.”
I moaned and lifted my hips, fucking the air. “Come here, babe,” I said, dreamily.
“Shit. Get on the bed.”
“Come here, babe. I just want to touch it.”
“No,” Mark said. “No more tricks. Be a good boy and get on the bed. Turn away from me.”
I sat on the massage table and wiped the oil across my chest and arms. I tried to look seductive, but probably failed. Mark didn’t care how I looked—he was easy to get worked up.
I knew what I was going to do to extricate myself from this dangerous situation... I needed to stand up, crush my body against him and kiss those kissable lips. Then he would lose control and I would never have to beg.
I stood. Check. Walked to him. Check. His eyes followed my cock. Checkmate.
“Shit,” I said. I felt my stomach settle. “I’m sorry, Mark. I need a timeout.”
I waddled into the bathroom and straddled the toilet, then unloaded.
“That’s probably a good idea,” Mark stated.
“Fuck!” I yelled. “I shut the door for a reason.”
“Oh, sorry. Do you want an enema? I’m going to take you bare.”
“Bare? Were we going to discuss this?”
“I didn’t bring condoms,” Mark said. “And you’re going to be begging for it.”
“Am not,” I said, dismissively. We’ll see who’s going to be on their knees.
He gave me an enema (always a strange experience) and then we walked back into the bedroom. Mark told me to get on the bed so he could finish the massage.
“It was a good thing we took that break. I was starting to lose it,” he said.
“Dick control,” I taunted. “Isn’t that what you said you were working on?”
“Hey! That’s only because you got me on this schedule which backs up my cum into my brain and I can’t even think!”
What a charming visual...
“Backed up into your bwain?” I said, injecting a tiny amount of baby talk into my voice. I hopped onto his body and wrapped my arms
around his chest.
“No tricks,” Mark said sternly.
“I know. Can’t I cuddle with my lover?” I wasn’t cuddling—cuddling was holding each other softly with little kisses... and this time I was humping his leg, gyrating my hips and pressing against his erection.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said. Mark slapped my thigh. “Get on the bed.”
I grabbed his head with both hands and forced him to stare into my eyes. I held him like that until he grew uncomfortable. Then I moved closer to his mouth until I was millimeters away. “Make me,” I whispered.
My tongue made love to his mouth. I grabbed him, pushed him, took control. After I trapped him against the bed, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips.
Then somehow my butt slammed into the bed and we broke apart. I grunted. He started kissing my body frantically. “Fuck!” he shouted when he finally stopped. “You fucking little shit!” He spanked my exposed ass. “Stay on your side,” he grunted. “Hands above your head. You know the position.”
I taunted him with my butt. He didn’t respond and instead ran his hands up the side of my body and hit the pinch in my muscles. I yelped. “Yeah, bitch,” he growled. “Moan. Louder.”
“Don’t call me that.”
He pinched my tender spot near my armpit again and I yelped. “Just like that. Louder.” I yelped without him touching me. “Louder. I want the guys below us to know my boy is hot and hard and ready to get fucked.” I yelped and moaned. He ran his fingers up my side again causing pain and pleasure. When he was done, I was panting and excited.
Mark flipped me onto my back. “How’s my boy doing?” he asked gruffly. He slipped his fingers between my thighs and ran them over my hole.
I hope you aren’t going to stick your bare finger in there! Ah! Of course he is! Stop thinking about that! Just let it go! You’ve done this how many times already, he’s done this hundreds of times... there’s no need to get worried about the fingers.... Just please don’t stick them in my mouth... or on my face.
I moaned and lifted my hips to give him better access. “I’m going to hold out longer than you,” I said. “Give me that cock and I’ll suck it till you lose control.”
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