by Leah Blake
Marcus.
Trevor planted his feet on the floor and folded down over the mattress, exposing his ass for Marcus’s enjoyment.
“Clasp your hands behind your back.”
Trevor did as he was told, his fingers woven tightly together. The tip of his cock nudged the side of the mattress, the slight friction teasing him to an unbearable degree. Each thump of his heart threatened to break him.
He listened to a muffled thud, followed by a similar sound, his eyes glued to the French doors across from the foot of the bed. He could make out a vague reflection of Marcus. He stripped off his shirt in the moments before approaching.
When Marcus’s hands connected with his ass in leisurely kneads, Trevor swallowed back a moan.
“This nice ass is going to be pink when I’m through with it.”
A hand pulled away. A split second later, the sting of Marcus’s first slap made him gasp.
“Did you like that, pet?”
“Yes, Master. Please. Give me more.”
“My little pet is so eager for his punishment.” Marcus spanked him again, the sharp sound of his hand against his flesh ramping up his arousal. His cock slid against the mattress, lava-hot delight stretching down to his balls.
Trevor bit down on his lip, refraining from moaning. He endured each sharp spank, the jolt of pain flowing through him on tendrils of pleasure. Marcus alternated between his ass cheeks, the strength behind the slaps forcing Trevor to shift over the satin bedspread.
Molten pleasure rose in his balls, the threat of spilling his release teetering at the brink.
“My god, Master. You’re shooting me over the edge,” Trevor said, half-mindless with his impending release.
“Can’t have that.” Marcus’s exquisite punishment ceased. “Undress me.”
Godgodgod. Yes!
Trevor pushed off the mattress and twisted to face Marcus.
“Knees, pet.”
Trevor obliged, dropping heavily to his knees. His heart beat like a deft drum, his excitement skyrocketing. At last. I’ve waited so long for this. At last.
His fingers trembled as he grasped the waistband of Marcus’s soft pants and fumbled with the line of buttons. He couldn’t remove his gaze from Marcus’s lean stomach with its defined six-pack, the light sprinkle of dark hairs that teased the path from his belly button to his pants. Each button exposed a little more hair and released a little more of the unique scent that belonged only to Marcus.
Trevor licked his lips. He could almost taste Marcus’s flavor on his tongue after all these years, as potent and delicious as it had been the first time.
Two more buttons.
The heel of his palm brushed against the hard thickness that lay beneath the black leather, eliciting an excited shiver. Each breath he took was shallow and ragged. Above him, he felt the hot, piercing gaze from Marcus watching every move he made. Damn the man for being able to rein in his hunger.
“Do you want my cock?” Marcus asked, his voice deep, husky, and filled with electric desire.
Trevor nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “Yes.” He gave a short cough to clear the thickness out of his voice. “Master.”
The last button slid through the narrow slit. Trevor closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs with everything Marcus. His earthy musk left an ache in his jaw and a furious need to have his cock fill his mouth.
“Take everything off, pet.”
Trevor nodded, lightheaded. He tugged the leather pants off Marcus’s narrow hips and was gifted with the thick, pulsing length of his cock so close to his face. He paused, staring at the slick, wet head of his mushroomed tip. One quick taste.
Marcus’s fingers combed into his hair and fisted close to his scalp, tipping his face to look up at him. “Undress me and I’ll decide whether you get my cock or not.”
“Yes, Master,” he whispered, working the leather down Marcus’s legs while remaining in his vulnerable hold. He unlaced Marcus’s boots and tugged each one off, followed by his socks, and at last, his pants. Not once did the man sway or stumble, holding his balance with enviable posture.
Marcus stepped back, releasing his hold on Trevor’s hair. He stood with his feet spread, his eyes intense and observant, and the tails of his flogger lightly slapping his palm. Trevor lowered his gaze to Marcus’s beckoning cock. His velvety flesh was taut over the ridges and veins of his swollen shaft. He was a large man. Trevor suppressed the shiver that touched his nerves as he recalled Marcus fucking him, filling him so much that any small movement could threaten to make him come.
“You’re trembling,” Marcus noted. Trevor nodded. “Are you nervous?”
“No, Master. I’m eager to be yours again.”
“Would you like to start with sucking my dick, pet?”
Trevor shuffled closer on his knees. “Yes. Oh please, Master. May I?”
Marcus fisted the base of his cock and tipped his crown at Trevor’s lips. The room spun, Trevor’s elation sinking him deep into a dream. “Suck, pet. Swallow me down, but keep your hands to yourself.”
Trevor dug his fingers into his thighs, keeping from touching the masterpiece of a man before him. He flicked out his tongue to take his first taste of Marcus in years, and moaned aloud. Closing his eyes, he sucked the hot shaft to the back of his throat, playing his tongue along Marcus’s length. The salty-sweet delicacy of his lover infiltrated every cell in his body, stirring the itch in his belly to a whirlpool of fierce want. His cock throbbed and downright fucking hurt.
His nails bit into his legs, the battle not to touch and feel Marcus driving him crazy. He sucked hard, remembering how Marcus liked his cock treated with a firm mouth and tight ass, and received a low rumbling sound in response.
“You’re doing a nice job,” Marcus growled, thrusting his hips forward. Trevor took the added length down his throat and hummed, tonguing Marcus’s pulsing shaft. “Fuck, boy. That feels damn good.”
Trevor pumped his mouth up and down his cock, keeping his lips tightly wrapped around the hot, satin-like flesh. He drank each seed of pre-cum, savoring the delicious flavor.
“Yes. Hell yes. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
Trevor nodded with a muffled “Mmm-hmm.”
Marcus rocked his cock into Trevor’s mouth, meeting each wet glide down his penis so his tip lodged as deep as Trevor could take him.
I want more. I want all of you, Marc. Everything.
Marcus slowed his thrusts, but Trevor kicked up to a frenzied pace, sucking, licking, and moaning, waiting for that single telltale wave along Marcus’s wide dick.
He felt the ripple, the expansion of Marcus’s cock against the inner surface of his mouth. Marcus let out a low moan as the first fierce spurt of cum shot into his mouth and slid to the back of his throat. Trevor caught himself before he grabbed Marcus’s hips, undulating his own hips in rhythm to each fiery jet of his salty treat.
“God, pet. Keep sucking me.” Marcus growled low and deep, the rumbling resonating through Trevor’s muscle down to his bones. He swallowed each dose of semen, reveling in the potent taste of his lover. “Fuck, Trev. Fuck!”
Trevor was shaking as Marcus’s cock softened, the last of his climax seeping over his tongue. Marcus stepped back, pulling his dick from Trevor’s mouth. Trevor pitched forward on his fists, trying to catch his breath as he willed the powerful swell of his own unbearable arousal down to a manageable level.
Nothing is ever manageable when it comes to you.
His hair dusted over his forehead, strands sticking to the thin sheen of sweat that had developed. He flicked his tongue along the corners of his mouth, capturing a remnant of Marcus’s seed and savoring the tiny stolen delight.
“Nicely done.” Marcus’s thick voice reminded him that he was far from through. God, how much more would he have to endure before Marcus gave him his reward? How much more could he endure?
“Master, what else can I do to please you?” Trevor asked, his voice as
shaky as his body.
“Back on the bed. I’m not through punishing you.”
Trevor sighed to himself. He only hoped he would last through this painful pleasure and not blow his load in the middle of Marcus’s scene. As he cl to unsteady legs and walked back to the bed, he wondered how much of this was fueled by the pain Trevor caused him.
He positioned himself as he had before, chest on the mattress, arms locked behind him, and this time, his cock further away from the bed.
Marcus must’ve recognized Trevor last night. He endured a full punishment with no release, leaving him to jerk off in the bathroom. He hadn’t spilled that much semen in a lifetime, but each wave brought a body-racking pleasure that blinded him and nearly left him useless on the bathroom floor.
But how could he have known it was me if identities are confidential?
His lame attempt to divert his attention away from the ache in his sac and along his cock was quickly returned to the activities of the here and now.
“How much control do you have?” Marcus asked, dragging the very ends of the leather tails up along Trevor’s spine. Trevor twitched. “Enough for another round of due punishment?”
“I have enough control to do whatever I must to make you happy, Master.” Trevor tipped his head down until he barely caught sight of Marcus. The man watched him, his expression carefully schooled as he teased Trevor’s back with the feathery trails of the flogger. “Whatever I must do to earn your forgiveness.”
The flogger paused. Marcus’s eyes shifted up to his face and held his awkward gaze. From his position, Trevor couldn’t decipher the emotions in the man’s eyes, but feared if he could, he might not like what he saw. Resigning to hopeful dreams, he repositioned his head into a more comfortable position and tried to ease the jerks and twitches that Marcus’s flogger elicited.
“Glutton for pain,” Marcus murmured. Trevor wasn’t certain he was supposed to hear that, but the edge in Marcus’s voice showed him a small sliver of the pain the man still suffered.
Me, too, Marc. I’m suffering with you.
The flogger left his skin humming, his nerves played to a peak. He shifted, hoping to feel the sting of the tails against his ass.
Marcus delivered his first stroke, a sensual tease between his spine and his shoulder blade, followed by a second stroke to the other side. Trevor imagined how fluid and graceful Marcus moved with the flogger, feeling his confident strokes in the slowly increasing intensity of each hit.
His Master brought the coiling pleasure-pain to his ass, flogging each cheek in rapid succession. Each stroke propelled Trevor closer to climax. The mattress muffled the majority of his grunts of delight, the sharp stings releasing every endorphin locked away in his body.
When Marcus drew the leather strips along the underside of his sac and up through his rear crease, he moaned aloud, unable to stand the shivering delight.
Marcus started another succession of strokes. Trevor jerked and moved with each contact, stings melting into all-encompassing pleasure. He held tight to his forearms, locked against his back, groaning into the satin bedding. The heat of his punishment settled and mounted in his sac.
“Red,” Marcus murmured, his hand spanking his ass. Trevor gasped at the sudden change of sensation. “Beautiful and red.”
His opposite ass cheek received a sharp spank.
Then nothing.
Trevor sucked in each breath, trying to steady himself through the euphoric haze Marcus had created. His ass stung, but the residuals felt incredible. He lifted his head and tried to spot Marcus.
Oh my, he’s hard already.
Yes, Marcus’s cock jutted out, hard and long. He ripped open a small square packet by his nightstand and rolled the sheath down his cock.
Trevor quickly looked away, suffocating under the weight of his excitement. He was finally going to get to be with Marcus again. All of Marcus, not just crops and whips and cuffs.
Cool moisture slid through his ass, guided by two skilled fingers. Trevor sighed, trying his damnedest not to press back onto the fingers that prepped his anus with lube. Marcus eased his thumb past the tight sphincter, spreading the lube just within his rim.
“I don’t fuck subs on this island, Trevor.” Marcus twisted his thumb. Trevor moaned. “Ever.”
“Please, Master. I beg you.” Trevor’s legs shook, trying to bear the weight of his overstimulated body. Marcus continued to tease his anus with slow twists of his thumb, soon replaced by two fingers. “God, Master. Please!”
“I just told you I do not fuck subs on this island.” Marcus removed his fingers and pressed the tip of his cock against Trevor’s ass. “I fuck my lover.”
Trevor dared to break his role, bringing his arms under him and pushing onto his elbows. He looked at Marcus, who stood at his back, his face creased with concentration. “Marcus.”
“Very good, Trevor.” He nudged the very tip of his head against Trevor’s tight muscles. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He pressed back, easing his tense sphincter muscles, and took Marcus’s wide head into his body. His world shook, watching the man as he slowly guided his dick deeper into Trevor, those strong, skilled hands holding Trevor by the hips. “I want everything.”
Marcus turned his gaze up to Trevor, a dark grin curling the corner of his mouth. “Tsk-tsk, Trevor. Don’t be so greedy.”
“Damn it, Marc. Don’t you want to claim me?”
“You want me to fuck you hard, is that it?”
Trevor nodded. “I’m not going to last through anything slow and tender right now. You’ve got me balanced on a high wire and I’m going to fall. And…oh god…”
Trevor dropped his head as Marcus thrust his cock to the hilt, filling his ass with his hardness. The man didn’t stay seated for long, drawing back and thrusting forward, hitting Trevor’s gland with each firm fuck.
“Marcus,” he gasped. “Oh god, Marcus.”
Marcus pulled out. “Get up on the bed. Hands and knees.”
Trevor scrambled onto the mattress, feeling the bed sink between his spread legs. Marcus growled as he sank back into Trevor’s body, stretching and filling him from this long-lost emptiness that had all but consumed him. He rocked back into each thrust of Marcus’s hips, their balls slapping together from the rough strokes.
“Harder, Marcus. Please, god, harder!” Trevor cried out. Marcus leaned over his back, the tip of his nose tracing the line of his spine. His feverish lips brushed kisses along his shoulders. His breath smacked against his sweat-sheened flesh with each forceful fuck. Trevor’s mind whirled, the hot desire bubbling in his sac. His gland hummed from the constant and demanding contact with Marcus. His soul sang with the righteousness of these moments, surrounded by the spiced scent of Marcus’s cologne and the raw, earthy aromas of their mixed sexual arousal. “Come with me, Marc.”
Marcus’s arms circled his chest, his cheek pressing to Trevor’s back, but his hips continued their desperate piston, carnal hunger guiding each move. When his arms unlocked, he grabbed hold of Trevor’s shoulder with one hand and slid a hand down to Trevor’s cock with the other. Without missing a beat, Marcus pumped his shaft, matching the rhythm of his claiming.
That was it. Trevor felt the lava overflow before the weakness shot through his body. His sac pulled up. “Marc, Marc, baby, I’m coming. Damn it, I’m coming!”
Marcus’s cock pumped his ass, his hand pumped his dick, and his entire world exploded. He didn’t know if he howled or screamed or simply groaned. Stream after stream of sheer, enrapturing bliss claimed him in its blinding white pleasure, stealing every ounce of breath, every ounce of strength from him.
Until he felt the swell of Marcus’s cock right before his lover gave into his own climax with a deep rumbling howl.
Trevor’s entire body convulsed, spending the last of his climax in a thin ribbon of cum on the satin bed spread. Marcus’s hand remained clenched around his softening cock, the man�
��s fingers biting into his shoulder as he rode the last length of his orgasm through.
Marcus collapsed against Trevor’s back, his moist forehead pressed between his shoulder blades. They both gasped for air, but Trevor reveled in the feel of Marcus still lodged inside his body while the warmth and strength of his lover surrounded him.
“I’ll be right back,” Marcus whispered. Trevor lifted his head when Marcus pressed a lingering kiss to his shoulder. The man slid out of his ass and cl off the bed, disappearing in the only closed-off compartment of this open apartment.
Trevor took the brief separation to search for a towel to clean up the mess he’d made. The closest thing he found was a dishrag in the kitchen. “This’ll have to do.”
Dampening the cloth, he returned to the bed and started wiping off the comforter. God only knew how much this thing cost, and he sure as hell didn’t have an extra dime to cover a replacement. As it was, he would be scrounging every penny to make his rent once he got home.
Marcus stepped up beside him and grabbed his forearm, halting his cleaning.
“What are you doing?” He plucked the rag from Trevor’s hand and tossed it aside. Then he pulled down the comforter to the foot of the bed and pat a pillow with a smile. “There’s a cleaning crew that can wash the blanket. Hop in.”
Trevor crawled onto the large bed. The satin sheets were cool against his warm skin. He folded his arms behind his head, enamored by the simple action of watching Marcus move about, turning off the lights and opening the French doors closest to the bed.
“Marcus, may I ask you something?” Trevor hated breaking this serene silence where everything felt, well, perfect. The past didn’t haunt him, the future was shimmering with promise, and the pain and suffering never existed.
Marcus grabbed up his cell from the kitchen counter and deposited it on the nightstand before climbing into bed. His lover rolled onto his side, braced on one elbow, and looked down at him. “What’s on your mind?”