Chapter 10: March 13th, 1992
Mark’s hands traveled from Cesar’s chest down to his sides, then his legs. Those pretty, smooth legs that were just begging to be touched. His hands stopped where his thighs met his groin, fingertips rubbing against the sensitive skin there. Mark was teasing him, refusing to touch Cesar’s dick. Not until he felt like being nice. Not that it mattered — Mark brought out the cock ring again, but only for Cesar this time. They would be done when Mark decided they were done.
“Are you looking, Ces?”
Mark grabbed the boy’s chin, forcing his head forward to look at himself in the mirror. What Cesar saw in the mirror was an absolute dollar-store whore of a man. Hands cuffed behind his back with the fuzzy cuffs he picked out just days earlier, wearing the new ball gag Mark bought for him just because he wanted it, on his knees on the floor with his legs splayed out… All while Mark, on his knees behind him, was viciously bucking his hips into Cesar. With each forceful entry, Cesar could feel a burst of Mark’s hot breath hitting his shoulder and neck.
He was being made to look at himself adorning all these toys while getting fucked, without being allowed a single protest. It was his ‘punishment” for playing his silly games with Mark.
That’s how it was in their little fantasy scene, anyway. Even with the gag in his mouth, they had a system in place. Three fingers up on Cesar’s hand and Mark would stop. He was the one who asked for mirror sex in the first place, and he was loving every second of it. He wanted to see what he really looked like when Mark was banging him raw.
“That’s it. Look real hard at yourself. To think, all these years I’ve known you, and I had no idea you were such a whore. I wonder how you played with yourself before we started fucking. Maybe something like this?”
One of Mark’s hands moved back up to wrap across Cesar’s chest and hold onto his shoulder, bracing Cesar’s back against his chest and stealing away any wiggle room he may have had before. He wasn’t allowed to talk, to move, to do anything but sit there and take everything Mark was dishing out.
His other hand started to play with one of Cesar’s nipples. He made a sound like he was begging Mark for something, but only muffled sounds came out from behind the gag. They were supposed to be words, and maybe Mark even understood a few, but he was going to pretend he didn’t. He kept playing with Cesar’s sensitive nipple instead, switching between pinching and pulling at it. With nowhere for his upper body to go, Cesar’s legs shuddered and shook from the pleasure shooting from his chest and down to his dick.
“Bet you love this. You do, don’t you?” Mark’s fingers left Cesar’s chest and inched down his body until they were dangerously close to his aching erection. The smaller man could only rapidly nod his head up and down in response. “Of course you do. This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? It’s why you did what you did the other day.”
Cesar nodded again, moaning loudly from behind the gag at a thrust that was angled just right. That moan turned into a whine when Mark avoided hitting that same spot on purpose, just to torment him.
“You knew you weren’t going to get away with the shit you pulled in that store.” To make a point of it, Mark suddenly changed his pace, slowing down just so he could slam into Cesar with all the force he could muster. Each one had Cesar making pathetic wails and screams that died in his throat, and precum was dripping like a faucet from his dick and onto the towels under him. For once, Mark had the foresight to put a towel down before they started.
“Worst part is, you’ll do it again. You love this. You’ll do anything to make me do this to you.”
Cesar’s eyes rolled back far. Mark knew how much he loved it when he talked down to him like he was just some filthy animal. It was such a stark difference from how he normally spoke or acted outside of sex, and he knew the sudden shift was the biggest turn-on for Cesar.
“Look at you. Look, Cesar,” he said, his tone stern. He gave a gentle smack on Cesar’s cheek, not hard enough to hurt him or surprise him, but just to get his attention. Mark wouldn’t tolerate being ignored. “See? Look at how you’re twitching just from me talking to you. You can even see how fast you’re breathing. There’s nothing you love more than this.”
Cesar shook his head.
“No? Is there something you love more?”
Cesar tilted his head back as much as he could, affectionately brushing his nose and cheek against Mark’s face.
“Oh, I get it. You love me more than you love me fucking you.” He pecked a kiss on Cesar’s cheek, then grabbed his chin harshly and forced his head to look forward again. He sped up his pounding suddenly, and Cesar’s whole body shuddered from the rough treatment. “So cute. I love you too. But you’re not getting off the hook that easily.”
Everything was just part of the act. Mark knew Cesar wouldn’t talk to him for the rest of the night if he eased up now. He knew that everything he was doing was exactly what Cesar wanted. It took him some time to get used to his usual role during sex, but with enough reassurance from Cesar, he was starting to find enjoyment in it.
There wasn’t going to be any more guilt or self-loathing for doing what he knows will please his boyfriend. Cesar wouldn’t let him feel like that anymore.
Mark buried himself all the way inside, rolling his hips without pulling out to grind against Cesar’s prostate. Cesar couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back again, but to make sure to please the brunette, he tilted his head down just enough so he could still try to look at himself.
“You listen so well, when you want to.” Mark’s hand finally traveled down to Cesar’s erection, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing tight. Cesar’s body tensed up, his back arching, sucking in a loud breath through his nose. “I think you deserve a reward for behaving so good for me.”
Mark ran his thumb over the tip, coating his fingers and soon the rest of his palm in the copious amount of precum and stroking Cesar’s cock in long, twisting motions. Mark could tell he needed to cum so badly, and he’d let him, once he finished giving everything he had to give.
“Oh fuck, I’m close, Ces. Bet you want me to finish inside.”
Cesar made a sound like he was about to cry, nodding his head with an ecstatic and muffled ‘mhm’ and squirming against Mark’s arm. “I know, baby. I know. I’ll let you cum soon. Just make sure you’re watching. I want you to see how slutty you look when I’m filling you up.”
Mark’s pace turned sloppy, driving himself into Cesar hard and fast, loving how Cesar’s insides were starting to squeeze around him. With a husky growl he came deep inside of him, all while pulling the cock ring off. Cesar made excited little sobbing sounds, like he was trying to show Mark that he was grateful for ‘disciplining’ him.
Cesar didn’t realize, until now, what Mark meant when he said to ‘watch’ when he finished. Mark was behind him, so he shouldn’t have been able to see anything, besides seeing the pleasure written all over Mark’s face. But there was something to see — there was so much cum, just so much of it flooding his hole, that streams of it escaped from his hole even with Mark still inside. It dripped down his thighs and onto the towel on the floor. Seeing Mark’s cum pouring out of his ass had Cesar teetering on the edge of his orgasm, craving the same release.
“So perfect. You’ve been so good for me, maybe you’ve learned your lesson. You can let it all go now, Ces. Cum for me, baby.”
Mark’s breath was hot on Cesar’s neck. He pounded harshly into him a few more times, slamming into his prostate while speeding up his hand on Cesar’s cock. He came with a suppressed cry, squirting thick ropes of cum onto the towel. His orgasm made him clench harder around Mark’s dick, forcing more cum to leak out.
Mark could feel Cesar’s heart pounding against his arm. He pulled out slowly, so as to not overstimulate him. Cesar found pleasure in the afterglow, and Mark didn’t want to ruin that for him. With his clean hand, Mark took the gag off, and almost immediately Cesar’s head whipped around to plant his mouth on Mark’s. Kissing slow and sweet, sharing that calm afterglow together.
“That was a rush. You’re getting really good at this roleplay thing,” Cesar huffed out. His breath was heavy, and his voice was tired. And strained, from all the screaming he did even while gagged.
Mark leaned back so he could take the handcuffs off. “It still feels weird.”
“But you were so… immersed. You make it sound so natural.” With his hands free, Cesar could reach his arms back to wrap around Mark’s neck, while he stretched out the rest of his body. “Well, guess you were right. I really am one hell of a sight when I’m getting railed.”
“Please, you knew all along. You’re just conceited as fuck and wanted an excuse to look at yourself.”
They laughed and cuddled together on the floor for a while, though making sure not to accidentally sit on the cumstains. Throwing this thing in the laundry was going to be so much easier than trying to clean it out of the carpet.
Mark stood up, and started digging his boxers out of the pile where they threw all their clothes. Thank God it was easy to tell their clothes apart. “Hey, go lay down in bed and wait for me. I’ll take care of everything else.”
“You should let me do that for you sometimes. It feels like you’re always pampering me, Mark.”
“Maybe because I want to. Ever thought about that?”
Cesar got up and stumbled over to the bed. His legs weren’t nearly as fucked as they were after their activities from last week, but Mark obviously still got a little too rough with him. As if there was such a thing as being ‘too rough’ with Cesar.
Cesar was laying on his side, already close to drifting off to sleep. It’d only been a minute or so since Mark got up to throw the towel in with the laundry, but the sudden drop in adrenaline was hitting him hard. He didn’t want to go to sleep without Mark… But his bed smelled so good. It smelled like him. So warm… If he fell asleep then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Mark would probably wake him up by accident once he was ready to climb in himself. There was only supposed to be room for one in his bed, so they had to cuddle close to both fit.
What they didn’t know is that someone, or something, had seen them through the glass. What it saw, it realized, it didn’t want to see. It didn’t need to see that.
Humans were so strange. Maybe these two were best left alone. For now.
If it meant not bearing witness to disturbing human bonding rituals again, giving up the chase on these two for now was… preferable.
Some other time. Perhaps.
