Chapter 15: March 14th, 1992
“Oh? What was that? Say that again, Mark.”
Mark shivered at how those narrowed eyes darkened with amusement. How they stared through him like they could read his mind and see all the filthy desires clogging his thoughts. He put himself in this needy, vulnerable position, and Cesar was reciprocating by taking on the role of a predator grinning down at trapped prey. Just a slip of the tongue was all it took and he was caught in his clutches. No going back now.
“Just use me. I don’t care how you do it. Use me,” Mark panted out, quiet and ashamed. He just couldn’t help it, he needed this. He rose from his knees and crawled into Cesar’s lap, his boxers slipping down his legs until they were abandoned on the floor. Mark’s face was so close to Cesar’s that they could feel each other’s hot breath on their cheeks. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Cesar ogled him up and down, grinning at the boy straddling his lap with knees on either side of his thighs, looming over him with his hands gripping hard onto his shoulders. With Mark wearing only that white tee shirt with nothing underneath, it was hard for Cesar to not let his eyes travel downward. As much as he tried to look like he was in control, there was no denying that both of them were worked up past the point of no return. With a smirk, he grasped Mark’s dick in his hand.
“Somebody’s all pent up. Look how hard you are just from sucking cock. Is that it? Did it make you want it real bad?”
Mark blushed and nodded so hard he thought he was going to give himself whiplash. A squeak escaped his throat when he felt those graceful fingers trace over one of the raised veins on his dick.
Cesar hummed in approval. His eyes darted up and down, between Mark’s face and his dick. It was rare to see him this submissive, at least when he was horny. He wanted to witness every little detail about Mark’s body like he was learning it for the first time again. “You like the taste of it that much?”
Another tight squeeze had Mark feeling like putty in Cesar’s hands. Bending to his will, saying all the things he wanted to hear, doing the things he wanted him to do. Cesar could have anything he wanted as long as he just kept touching him. His body fell forward, and he wrapped his arms around the older male’s body and hid his face by nuzzling against the side of his head. Mark choked out a weak ‘mhmm’, afraid of what sounds might come out if he opened his mouth.
“You’re so cute. Don’t get all embarrassed. It’s better knowing how much you love it,” he cooed, before giving Mark a comically thoughtful look that soon turned into something more sinister. “Actually, get embarrassed. You’re so much fun when you’re all flustered.”
Pouting, Mark reached back and grabbed Cesar’s dick and lined it up with his ass.
“Whoa, hold it, cowboy.”
Cesar grabbed him by the chin. “You’re a selfish boy, thinking you can just take what you want. If you really want to make it up to me, we’ll do it my way. Got it?”
Mark’s heart skipped a beat.
Oh. He liked this. He liked where this was going.
While Mark was left frozen in utter shock, Cesar winked and pecked a tiny kiss on his lips and moved to stand, bringing Mark up with him until they were both on their feet. A hand around the younger male’s waist guided him to the makeshift “dining room” that was just beside the living room. It wasn’t really a proper dining room, just a tiled section of the same room with an old hand-me-down wooden table and some chairs that made it look vaguely like a dinner table. He didn’t need anything more than that for living with just himself (and Cesar on weekends), so it was enough for him.
He willingly went with Cesar, but wondered why he’d bring him in here instead of staying on the sofa or leading him to his bedroom. Faster than he could react he was swiftly bent over the table, his chest and the side of his face pressed against the polished wood.
“Now if you’re really sorry, you’ll be a good boy and stay just like that for me.”
Mark looked back over his shoulder at the man behind him who was pushing his shirt up his body. Sweaty skin started to stick uncomfortably to the smooth surface. “Ces?... What are you doing?”
“You want me to ‘use’ you? Don’t mind if I do. If this is your idea of an apology, then I’m all for it. Just hold still for me baby, this might hurt a little at first.”
Mark let his body go slack against the table, like he was accepting his fate. He didn’t care if it hurt; he just wanted Cesar to fuck him right fucking now.
But Cesar knew he was impatient, and he would gladly play with Mark and tease him even if he went insane. “Besides,” he continued, rubbing his aching erection against the crease of Mark’s ass, “I still haven’t repaid you for what you did to me the first time we used the cock rings. Or when you bent me over the armchair a few months ago.”
Every time Mark felt the tip of Cesar’s cock push against his rim it would slip and glide up the crease, the underside of the shaft rubbing against him before Cesar “tried” again, sliding it against his skin and leaving him covered in the mixture of his own spit and Cesar’s precum. Silently he pleaded to God (as if he was watching) that Cesar would hurry and put it in before there was none of the makeshift lube left for when he decided to stop taunting Mark.
Then Cesar’s breath was hot on his ear, his voice a gentle and reassuring purr as he bent himself over beside Mark on the table. “Stoplight system. ‘Red light’ if you need me to stop. ‘Green light’ if I ask how you’re doing and everything’s good. Okay?”
Mark’s eyes scrunched shut and his eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck was Cesar about to do to him that they needed to bring the stoplight system back? It wasn’t something they used a lot, only things when things were about to get rough besides just a plain hard fuck. Still, it was nice to know that Cesar put his comfort before anything else.
“Just don’t leave me in suspense for much longer—”
SMACK.
Mark let out a yelp at the sudden slap on his ass that cracked hard and loud like a whip against his skin.
“Don’t ask me for anything, you bad boy. I’m dishing out the punishment here, and I’ll decide what you get and when.”
Mark’s cock twitched. Was he really getting even more turned on by this? By getting spanked?
I change my mind. Please don’t look, God.
The same hand that spanked him was now kneading at the plush skin where a red hand-shaped bruise was beginning to bloom. “What’s your color, Mark?”
“G…Green,” he stuttered in response.
He hated admitting it, but Cesar was giggling like an excited schoolgirl over this new discovery he’d made about Mark. “So you liked that?” he asked, pressing his cock against Mark’s hole to torment him once more. “You can tell me if I go too far, you know.”
Mark opened his mouth to say something, but he had nothing to say. There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t embarrass him for the rest of his life. All he could do was gasp and whimper when another slap landed on the same spot as the first. The pain melted into pleasure for Mark, his gasp trailing off with a soft, pitiful moan. Then another smack came down on him, then even more without stopping until he was a mewling mess.
“Oooh. You’re loving this. Never would have guessed… Still green?”
Mark crossed his arms in front of him on the table and sunk his head down into them to hide his face. He was loving this, and he fucking hated it. “Still green,” he said, refusing to lift his head.
He hissed in pain as Cesar’s cock slowly pressed into him, not stopping to check with Mark before pushing himself in all the way to the base. The appendage was mostly dry by now, but he didn’t care. It should have been too much for only his second time, but he was too in the mood to be roughed up and dominated to give a shit.
“Green?”
“Mhmm,” Mark mumbled, burying his face in his folded arms.
Cesar started pounding into Mark, turning the brunette into a sniveling disaster. He refused to show his face, keeping himself hidden in a mix of writhing pleasure and shame. It burned like hell, but Mark found that he was liking it that way. It was something new he was learning about himself, considering this was only his second time on the receiving end. Not to mention it was the first time Cesar would be able to go as hard as he wanted without it wreaking havoc on a sore back.
Oh. Mark had forgotten about that. Cesar had also promised “payback” like it was some sort of fucked-up contest to see who could shred the other’s ass to bits the worst.
Payback was right; at the rate he was going, Mark could swear Cesar really was gunning for revenge. He was going to make his ass and back sore for days. It was going to be his turn to walk funny after a thorough fucking
Mark huffed out short obscenities into his arms. This was so different from last time… Cesar was sparing nothing, not anywhere near as gentle as he was, and Mark couldn’t get enough.
“Oh fuck, baby, yes—”
SMACK.
Mark yelped when another hard slap landed on his ass.
“I told you not to ask me for anything,” he responded coldly. He stopped the motion of his hips to start spanking Mark repeatedly.
It was torture to feel Cesar stop his movements to spank him again and again. Mark counted each one in his head, every slap making his ass feel rawer and more bruised. After the eighth or ninth smack (he lost count in there somewhere), Cesar gave the stinging skin a soothing rub before switching hands and evening it out on the other side. Mark loved every bit of pain Cesar was dishing out, so much that his left leg was trying to lift up and brace the knee on top of the table, as if trying to spread him open wider. Cesar’s free hand helped him; he wasn’t very flexible on his own, but with a bit of help, he got there. Being “forbidden” from asking for anything really was all part of the make-believe scene, and Cesar was more than willing to at least let Mark have this.
He couldn’t keep count of how many slaps he took on his right side. Nine? Ten? Eleven? It was too hard to tell, with him feeling everything all at once. But every hit had him letting out pitiful moans. The tension in his arms loosened and they settled flat on the table with his cheek smushed against it, resigning his body to whatever Cesar wanted to do with it. Every breath and pant and moan left a film of condensation on the polished table. He’d be surprised if he wasn’t bleeding a little, but he didn’t care. How was Cesar making this feel so good?
“Color?”
Mark sucked in a breath. “Green.”
“You’re something else,” he said, smoothing his hand up and down Mark’s back, making him shiver at the touch. Once the slaps stopped, Cesar went back to thrusting himself into Mark. “You’re taking your discipline so well. I’ll be nice and give you a little break from that, but I need you to do me a favor.”
“Hm?” Mark lazily tilted his head to look back at the man who was railing him until he felt like he was about to melt into the table. And it really felt like he was; his sweaty face stuck uncomfortably to the wood. Drops of drool, tears, and sweat collected in little puddles and droplets near his face.
“Touch yourself for me?”
The way he said it, he made it sound like he was asking him for something innocent, though it was anything but. Mark would gladly give Cesar whatever he wanted though, reaching down to stroke himself under the edge of the table.
“That’s it. That’s my good baby boy.”
God. He loved that. He would always love that so fucking much. The way Cesar talked to him always had him wet and dripping. Mark was sure that if Cesar just lovingly talked to him like that, he could cum without ever being touched. He wanted to hear that sweet voice rasping in his ear saying all sorts of filthy things to him. Secrets that only Mark would ever know.
A sudden rough slam from Cesar left Mark wailing, the wood under him creaking from the force and their combined weight, his knees threatening to give way and leave him crumpling to the floor.
“Mmh, I’m close. Bet you want me to cum inside, you little glutton.”
Mark was panting wildly. He did want that. He needed that. “Please, yes, please—”
SMACK!
“Sorry baby, but this is your punishment, remember?”
Mark nearly started crying when Cesar pulled out and came hard on the searing red-hot bruises all over his ass. It was so unfair. But he was doing this to make it up to Cesar and alleviate his guilt, so he felt he had no right to feel entitled to get off from this. His thighs rubbed together, his body still craving friction and chasing release.
“You want to cum, Mark?”
He nodded against the table, as much as he could with his sweaty face sticking to it. He half-expected another smack to come down on his aching skin, but it never did.
“I guess I can allow that,” he sneered, pulling up a chair. The legs of the chair screeched against the floor, creaking when Cesar settled his weight onto it.
“What are you— A-Ah, Ces!...” Mark turned back into a moaning mess at the feeling of Cesar’s fingers viciously attacking his insides, thrusting in and out of him almost as hard as Cesar’s dick had been. Right away he had those fingers curling down into his prostate. He hoped like hell that Sarah wasn’t still on his street… she’d probably hear him screaming.
“Yeah? Are my fingers good enough for you? You’ll take anything you’re given. Like the well-behaved animal you are.”
he was starting to like being on the receiving end and wondered if Cesar would be open to taking the dominant role more often. This was fucking incredible.
The climax started to build up, and he had to hold himself back from letting out a string of curses as he began to moan with each shove of Cesar’s fingers. It did wring out a throaty and garbled ‘god, yes’ over and over when he finally reached the edge, his hips jerking forward repeatedly into his hand as he spilled out onto the floor under the table, only managing a silent and open-mouthed scream while Cesar pressed and rubbed the pads of his fingers right up against Mark’s prostate.
The smooth wood under his cheek, once cool, was starting to feel warm, wet, sweaty, and uncomfortable. But he was so tired that he was content to rest in that awkward position, bent over his kitchen table with his arms splayed out pathetically in front of him. His scrunched eyes relaxed, but stayed closed, threatening to let him drift off to sleep right there. Cesar’s gentle touch caressed his sweat-slicked face, a stark contrast from the soreness that very same hand left on his ass.
“Mark?”
When Mark’s eyes opened, Cesar was there, bent over beside him. Checking to see if he was still alive, maybe. Mark’s eyelids fluttered shut again from exhaustion, and he chuckled with a lazy smile. “We can’t solve all our problems like this, you know.”
Cesar smiled and pushed away some of the soaked hair stuck to Mark’s face before standing up and backing away. “I’ll get the rags. Stay put for a minute. Don’t sit down yet, I can tell just by looking that it’ll hurt like a bitch.”
Not a problem; he was too tired to move. Plus, after the rough treatment, he believed it. He didn’t even want to know what his ass looked like right now. Cesar came back quickly with a small bucket of water and a washcloth and went to work cleaning him up. Mark looked back to steal a glance at the bucket and was relieved to not see any blood. Though it would have been hot if Cesar could hit him hard enough to break the skin and make him bleed… It had to be bruised like hell, though. Cesar made it sound like it was one hell of a disturbing sight.
“You want some ice for your ass?” Cesar asked. He was trying to suppress a giggle, or at least he made it sound like he was trying. It wasn’t working.
Mark rolled his eyes. “Don’t laugh at me. You’re the one who did it.”
“You’re the one who liked it so much that you wanted me to keep going.”
“Touche, but shut the fuck up anyway.”
After cleaning up Mark, he wiped up the mess on the floor and threw the filthy rag into the bucket. He then helped Mark lower his leg to the ground, where he found his boxers waiting for him. Cesar must have grabbed those too, and he helped him slip back into them. He stood up and tried to assess the damage, but it looked like Cesar had cleaned up pretty much everything except for the puddle of saliva and sweat on the table where his head was.
“Don’t sit in that hard chair. It’s better if you sit in bed upstairs. I rented a movie before I came here if you want.”
“I swear to fucking God if it’s that Tim Robbins movie again…”
“How’d you know?”
“Again? Dude, at this point, just buy the fucking movie.”
“You know I can’t do that. Mom would lose her shit if she found out I was coming over here to watch stuff. She already got rid of our TV after the destruction order.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. He had a point there. “Alright. I’d watch anything if it’s with you, so it’s fine. You can’t help it if you don’t get to watch shit at home.”
The older male grinned and pecked a kiss on Mark’s cheek. He spoke in the same tone a teenage girl would after her dad finally agreed to let her drive the family car. “You’re the best, Marky. Why don’t you go get comfortable while I clean your drool? We need to eat there later.”
Exasperated, Mark shook his head, though he could never really be annoyed at him, not for that. This was normal, and the argument from earlier was quickly becoming a faded memory. He just hoped that Cesar felt the same.
He winced a bit as he moved, but he still made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom.
By the time he was upstairs and found the rented movie tape, Cesar was already done cleaning up and met up with him back in the bedroom. The man was oddly pampering now, even more than usual, forcing Mark into bed on his belly so he could face the TV, with as many comfortable blankets as Mark would let him pile on, and he even brought some water for both of them. He was insistent on taking care of everything for him, insistent that Mark just relax and not worry about anything for the rest of the night.
Once everything was set up, Cesar crawled into bed beside him.
There was no way he could be upset about watching this movie again. Even if it was the… fuck, he wasn’t sure how many times he’s been forced to sit through this movie. But he still felt he owed it to Cesar to let him have his fun. He’d watch the same movie every day for the rest of his life as long as he got to lay next to Cesar.
“Hey Mark?”
“Hm?”
Cesar pulled himself in closer. “I’m sorry. I hope that made it up to you a little.”
He wrapped an arm over Cesar. Just as Mark was hoping to make it up to Cesar, he was apparently trying to do the same thing. By the sounds of it, he was still wracked with guilt. Mark really thought he did the worst of the damage by yelling and saying the thing he did, but Cesar must have felt bad for how he treated Sarah.
“Shh. It’s alright. Look,” Mark said, directing Cesar’s attention back to the screen. He wanted to get both of their minds off of what happened earlier. “This dude, I’ve never noticed how fucking tall he is. Like, really fucking tall. Absolute goddamn moose of a man.”
“You just noticed?”
“Honestly, I’ve seen this movie so many times that I don’t really pay attention to it anymore.”
“Dickhead,” he said, though Cesar was clearly laughing and joking around.
“I’m usually paying more attention to you.”
Cesar gave a sarcastic sigh and pressed his cheek into Mark’s shoulder. “God fucking damn it, Mark.”
