Chapter 4: March 6th, 1992 - March 7th, 1992
Mark awoke with an annoyed groan in his throat, his tired eyes refusing to open. He was groggy and exhausted, and surrounded by odd sensations that he couldn’t seem to identify or piece together. Why did he feel cold? Where’d the blanket go? Where did Cesar go?
Shit, did I push him off the bed?
He tried to stretch his legs, only to feel something sitting on top of them, holding them down. His eyes shot open instantly, finding Cesar on top of him. Mark was relieved that he didn’t actually end up on the floor, but now he was very much aware that Cesar was doing something down there, and propped himself up on his elbows to see.
“Cesar, what’s going on? What time is it?”
“Just past eleven,” Cesar said nonchalantly, working one of the cock rings into place back onto Mark. It was so casual to him, not even looking up to make eye contact with his boyfriend.
“D-Dude, what are you…” Mark started to stutter out, voice trailing off when he noticed the leash on the bed, tracing it back with his eyes to find that it was attached to him. He touched his neck, feeling the cool leather of the collar. “Why is this on me?”
“Just itching for more fun. Oh, but don’t worry, I was planning on waking you up first!” Uncharacteristic to his cheery tone, Cesar pulled sharply on the leash, the sudden tightness around Mark’s throat making him wheeze. “And it looks so cute on you! Are you sure you didn’t try it on at the shop and get a hard-on from seeing yourself in it? Because I would have, if I were you.”
No, I don’t think the shop would have allowed that, Mark considered replying, but there were more… pressing matters at the moment. His normally submissive boyfriend was trying to be domineering and, he couldn’t lie, he kind of wanted to see more. Even though it meant holding himself back, fighting the urge to just say “fuck it” and throw Cesar back onto the mattress where he belongs.
“So, um… How were you going to do this? You gonna ride me?”
“A great idea! And one I’ll save for another time,” the man crooned, wrapping a hand around Mark’s half-hard dick and giving it a few idle strokes. Mark was secretly hoping that the darkness of the room would hide that he was already getting turned on by this, but that notion was definitely out the window now. “But no, that’s not what I have planned for you.”
“Oh. How scary,” the brunette chuckled out sarcastically. Yeah, it was hot, but part of it was also a bit silly.
Something in Cesar’s voice suddenly turned uncertain, almost guilty. “That is, if you’re willing. I know you woke up to me messing with your body without asking. So if you don’t want it, I could stop now, take everything off, and we can go back to sleep.”
“I’m, uh, I’m game. What were you—” He was cut off by a pull on the leash that was hard enough to nearly choke him, forcing him forward. Cesar sat himself back on the mattress, beckoning Mark to come closer. “Good. Then you can start by being a good boy and sucking me off.”
Without thought, Mark started to follow Cesar’s lead. He was making some uncomfortable discoveries about himself; maybe he didn’t like choking Cesar, and Cesar didn’t like being choked, but damn if being borderline strangled by the collar wasn’t doing something to him. Or was it the “good boy” that had his hormones going wild again?
I don’t care. I want him to do that again, he thought to himself. Like hell he would say that out loud. He didn’t even know which “that” he was referring to. Probably both. Seeing Cesar shake things up like this was blowing his mind.
Cesar’s knees were spread apart to make room for Mark, who laid down on his stomach with his hands gripping into the smaller male’s waist, thumbs pressing into his smooth and flawless skin. It was such a vulnerable position, but then again it was only fitting.
“Wait, Ces, why am I the only one wearing…?” Mark mumbled, though he already had a good idea of what Cesar was doing.
“ Shhh. Do as I say, and you’ll get your turn.”
He’d just have to play this game by Cesar’s rules and hope that he would keep his word. In his tired and horny haze, all he could think about was how hot it was to be made into a plaything for a guy he could probably bench press.
Another stern pull on the leash pressured him to continue. He took Cesar into his mouth, inch by inch, stopping halfway down to swirl his tongue around the shaft. If Cesar’s relieved sighs were anything to go by, he guessed he must have been doing a decent job for someone who usually gets head, not the other way around.
He started to bob his head up and down. It took some practice to get the coordination down, but he managed to get both his head and tongue going at the same time. All he was doing was imitating what Cesar usually does to him, remembering all the things he did that felt amazing to Mark. Cesar’s hand stroked gently through his hair, fingernails grazing against his scalp encouraging Mark and sending happy chills down his spine.
He tastes so good. The thought wormed its way into Mark’s head before he could stop it. He was grateful that his mouth was full, or it probably would have slipped out. Words probably weren’t even needed though, not when his body was responding where his voice couldn’t; he was still moaning around the length in his mouth and rutting his hips against the mattress, searching for friction but getting so little of it in the position he was in.
“Look at you, baby. I don’t even have the heart to stop you, how sad.” A strained, garbled sound escaped Mark’s throat when a hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling on it just from the force of the grip alone. “Now, Mark… If I go too far, you can tell me to stop. Just…I don’t know, slap my sides or something, okay?”
Mark gave a sound of affirmation, and without warning he was forcibly pulled all the way down Cesar’s cock, taking the tip into his throat. Then pulled back up, then down again, over and over while Mark could only utter muffled cries and the vulgar noises of slurping and gagging.
Even though he was given the option to, Mark wasn’t tapping out. Getting facefucked was degrading, humiliating , and he fucking loved it. He wasn’t going to pretend that he didn’t still prefer playing the dominant role, but he was starting to understand why Cesar loved being on the receiving end so much.
It was thrilling to hand over control of your entire body, and even better to be praised and doted on while doing it.
He’d have to make mental notes for later.
“You’re doing so good. Who knew you were such a sweet little masochist?”
His praises went straight to Mark’s aching boner, the brunette shifting his legs for better leverage to rub himself against the bed.
Fuck, fuck, I need it, I need him so fucking bad—
“Shit, I’m close,” Cesar hissed out through gritted teeth. “Be a good boy and swallow it all for me.” He gave a few loud, played-up moans in warning as he started wildly bucking his hips, the hand that was forcing Mark’s head to move now holding him in place instead, until those moans cut off into a ragged, choked-up sound as he forced himself in as deep as he could reach.
Mark felt his eyes roll back as he tried to breathe through his nose while Cesar blew his load down his throat, the small patch of hair at the smaller man’s groin tickling his nose.
“That’s it, baby,” Cesar breathed out, voice shaking, “All of it, take all of it.”
And Mark did. He wanted to be a good boy, he wanted to be so good for Cesar, he wanted to do everything and anything that was asked of him. He wouldn’t miss a single drop; he’d never forgive himself.
Cesar held Mark’s chin up in his palm, removing his mouth from his soaked dick. His lips were slightly red and drenched in drool, a lovely and rare sight for the smaller male. “Perfect, Mark. Good boy. ”
He felt so high, his brain feeling like it was in the clouds a mile above them, just from knowing that he pleased his boyfriend. He held Cesar’s soaked and slickened length in his hand and pressed a sloppy kiss into the side of it, his lips popping away with a loud and exaggerated smack , making sure to hold sensual eye contact with the boy above him.
“You liked it that much?” Cesar stroked a thumb over the taller boy’s cheek. “I guess you’re the slut now.”
Mark whined, grinding himself against the bed again. “Ces, please …”
“I know, baby. Lay back for me.”
Switching positions, Cesar forcefully spread Mark’s legs open. While Mark figured he should have expected it from the way things were going, the realization of what was about to happen finally set in.
“Cesar, w-wait!” His legs jolted back towards him, sitting up all the way and hugging his knees close to his chest. “I mean…I’ve never…You know. That.”
“Oh?” Cesar feigned surprise. Of course he knew that already. “I guess I’ll have to be gentle with you. I promise,” he whispered, crawling closer to Mark. “Besides,” he started, rubbing and massaging his palms into his lower back, pretending to be in a lot of pain, “How could I get rough with you after what you did to my back?”
“I don’t think—”
“I kind of want to punish you for that,” he sang out, pulling Mark’s face closer with the chain. “You didn’t even use this very much, after you got me all hyped up for it. Maybe you need a demonstration…”
Yes, yes, please! Mark’s brain was screaming, but did he really want to go through this shit again with the cock ring? Twice in one night? It was fun, sure, but it took a lot out of the both of them to keep it going for that long.
“If you’re nervous…How about you ride me instead?”
The embarrassing thoughts were threatening to break out of Mark’s head. “A-Alright, yeah, maybe I do want to try that.”
Cesar let Mark lie back and relax again while he started prepping him. This wasn’t going to be easy, since it really was his first time and he’d never even fingered himself before, but Cesar was experienced enough that he trusted him to leave a good first impression. A jolt shot through the brunette’s body when a very cold and wet lubricated finger pushed into his tight hole.
Cesar wasn’t fucking around, that shit really is colder when it’s in you, Mark noted to himself, face contorting in varying mixes of pain and confused pleasure. After a while, the lube conformed a bit to his body temperature, making it easier to relax and not tense up.
Once he was deep enough, Cesar tried curling his finger in different spots, stopping only when Mark let out a surprised squeal.
“Adorable…”
“I did not just make that noise. What the fuck are you doing to me?”
Cesar shot him a stern glare and pulled hard on the leash, though it was all just part of the act. “Did I say you could run your mouth at me? Watch your language, Mark.” The sudden change in tone made Mark freeze, eyes widening like a deer in headlights. “Well? Anything to say? Not even an apology? You should consider it, or I might have to ramp up the punishment.”
His look of shock turned skeptic. “Ramp up the punishment? How would you do thaa AAAAHHH …”
Cesar made it a point to rub against that spot again and again, enjoying the irony that was watching Mark squirm in a puddle of new sensations and conflicted responses. He got used to it after a while, those conflicted expressions giving way to blissful ones, eyelids fluttering shut as he bit his lip.
“All better? Think you can handle two?” Cesar nudged a second finger against Mark’s hole, just barely pressing in.
“Y-Yeah, keep going.”
Cesar eased his fingers back inside. He avoided Mark’s prostate this time, opting instead just to stretch him open as much as possible. Even with a cock ring, there was always the risk of accidentally finishing him off too early.
After torturing him more than enough, he took his fingers out and sat back on the bed again. “I think you’ll be fine. Come take a seat,” Cesar said in a sultry tone, looking at Mark with a smug and knowing grin. He slathered some lube onto his cock, adding to the layer of spit that was starting to dry.
Mark was quick to straddle the older boy’s hips, but then hovered there, unsure of himself. Cesar’s hand on his hip helped to slowly guide him down, his other hand holding his dick upright until the tip pushed inside. Mark inhaled sharply through his teeth at the unfamiliar intrusion, so different from Cesar’s fingers. He sunk himself down only an inch or two before stopping and letting out a shaky exhale.
“It’s okay, Mark. You’re doing great.” Cesar rubbed his hands up and down Mark’s sides, just wanting him to feel reassured and relaxed. “Nice and slow. Just like how you let me do it the first few times, remember?”
Of course he remembered. How could he ever forget their first time? And who wouldn’t be worried about hurting their lover on the first go? What was the point if they couldn’t both enjoy it together?
Cesar left a trail of kisses along the center of Mark’s chest just below his collarbone, letting a hand glide up his body to rub one of his nipples, smiling against his chest when he felt the younger male instinctively push himself into the touch. “You’ll get used to it real fast. The only reason it took me a few times was because of this …” The hand at Mark’s nipple dropped to his leaking cock, gripping it and dragging his palm up and down the length. Cesar rested his head against Mark’s neck, wringing more sounds out of him with every stroke. “Every time you fuck me, it feels like I’ll split in half.”
Mark felt himself sink a little lower. He couldn’t understand why Cesar was always complimenting his dick, he didn’t think it was really that big. Besides, he always chalked it up to just being a bigger guy in general, body-wise.
He was pretty sure it was just more of Cesar playing it up and being dramatic just to get a reaction out of him. But when he was really in the mood, it still sent shockwaves through his body. Mark sunk down further, making him gasp and pant. He started to raise himself up before lowering back down to his comfort zone, his face twisting up in pleasure.
“Fuck, I need more,” he sighed, surprising even Cesar, the black-haired male’s mind going blank when Mark suddenly seated himself all the way down in his lap and started grinding himself into him, fingernails digging into the back of Cesar’s shoulders.
With an airy breath, Cesar leaned back on one hand, the other squeezing Mark’s hip. “ Haah , shit, that’s good. Just keep doing that.”
Mark let out a long whine, ecstatically fucking himself on his boyfriend’s cock. Every grind and roll of his hips was accompanied by sweet little compliments telling Mark how good he was being, how pretty he looked like this, or how he was taking it so well for his first time. The praises kept him going, at least up until he felt something warm and wet shoot off inside him.
“Cesar, d-did you just?”
“Sure did. Why?”
Mark whimpered, barely holding back tears from how badly he needed to cum. Yet here Cesar was, already letting himself finish twice. “What about me?!”
“When did I say I was done? I promised that I’d let you get off, remember?” Cesar was in no rush to remove himself from Mark, stroking a hand up and down the taller male’s leg and then ghosting it over his groin. Between the teasing touches and the feeling of being filled by Cesar’s dick and cum, he wished he could blow right then and there.
“You’re going to do it again? Without even pulling out?”
“Why not?” He bucked his hips, flinching and grunting from the overstimulation.
“You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“And you love it.” Cesar pulled Mark’s head down with the leash and kissed him on the forehead. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
With a small push on his shoulders Mark found himself on his back, Cesar still settled firmly between his legs and his now half-hard length still buried inside him. Tongue and teeth indulged in the soft skin of Mark’s neck, hands trailing softly along the undersides of his arms until they reached his hands, fingers interlocking with his.
The younger boy accepted the gesture, grinning at how quickly Cesar was dropping his big domineering act. “What happened to showing me how to use the leash?”
“Forget it,” he whispered in a husky voice, lowering himself until his warm breath tickled Mark’s ear. “You know what I want, Mark? I wish we could live together. What if I moved in with you, hm? I’d bet you’d fuck me every minute of every day. And I’d love it so much, I would be so happy living my whole life in your bed, just for your entertainment.”
The corner of Mark’s mouth twitched. What the actual fuck was Cesar saying right now? “Hey, that’s uh, a little fucked up,” he stammered, trying to hide the fact that at least in the moment, the thought was enough to make him throb harder.
“Don’t pretend you wouldn't love it, you’re just as fucked up as me. You could buy more toys, and try them all out on me. Wouldn’t that be fun, Mark? Imagine it… Having me all to yourself whenever you want, doing whatever you want to me…”
Is that what Cesar really wanted? Or was this just horny ramblings? Certainly if the two lived together, their life would be more than just sex; Mark loved him for him, really he did. They weren’t always like this, after all. It only started when they first worked up the courage to do it for the first time, and ever since then Cesar’s been a horny mess.
Though he usually only got all worked up in response to Cesar being himself, Mark decided he wasn’t much better.
I guess it’s fine. We both say and do weird shit when we’re horny.
So he let Cesar air out all his dirtiest fantasies. Mark could feel the older male’s dick twitching back to life at every low groan that Mark gave in response to Cesar’s rambling, an occasional roll of his hips drawing out short high-pitched whimpers from him. Right away Cesar was aiming for Mark’s prostate, the brunette sprawling his legs and crying out in need. It was all so much, so overwhelming, and he wasn’t even moving that fast or being too rough. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wished his hands weren’t being held down on either side of his shoulders, his body screaming out to grab hold of anything he could reach. The bedsheets, his lover’s body, something, anything.
It was overwhelming in all the best ways, but he was reaching the end of his rope.
“Fuck, Cesar… That’s so fucking good,” he whined out, the intensifying ecstasy making him spread his legs wider without realizing, body tensing up so much he couldn’t keep his feet planted on the bed anymore, his raised legs shaking and trembling from the way the incredible feeling seemed to radiate out and course through his entire body.
“Still so tight for me, nngh , God damn. So beautiful, how you open your legs for me.”
Fuck, the praises, just…the way he fucking says it. Mark swore that without that goddamned ring, he could probably cum just from that, without even being touched. He couldn’t fucking stand it anymore; he dropped his pride to finally beg for mercy. “Let me cum, I can’t wait anymore, just let me… l-let me— haaaah, fuuuck— ”
Mark was cut off by Cesar picking up the pace, the older boy making a bit of a face from the exertion on his sore back. “Anything for you,” he gritted out, slouching down so far his forehead pressed against Mark’s. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, here’s your reward…” He pulled the cock ring off, making the poor boy babble in gratitude. He grabbed at Mark’s weeping dick and started jerking him off in time with his thrusts.
Mark knew he’d be embarrassed later over the high-pitched moans that spilled out his mouth, but for now, he couldn’t possibly give less of a fuck. “Fuck, Cesar—Fuck! I’m close, so close, so fucking close baby, yes—”
He came in heavy dribbles into Cesar’s fist, a toe-curling orgasm wracking his entire body. But Cesar was still going, chasing a high that was still just barely out of reach. His eyes were scrunched shut, whether from the pain in his back or from being close to finishing Mark couldn’t tell.
“I-I can’t, it’s so fucking sensitive, please hurry,” the brunette choked out, trying his best to hold on. Thankfully Cesar was kinder than that, quickly unsheathing himself so he could jerk himself to completion onto Mark’s lower belly, hips just slightly bucking forward into his hand with each string of cum.
The two barely exchanged words as Cesar sat back and sheepishly cleaned Mark up with some tissues, waiting until his hole stopped dripping before wiping himself off and tossing the tissues away. They’d already changed the sheets once tonight, he’d rather not make Mark have to do it again. Once that was done, he settled back into a bed next to a very sleepy Mark.
“You okay?” Cesar asked, squeezing Mark’s hand.
“Never better. Just… tired. Because a certain horny someone just had to wake me up,” Mark joked, peppering the side of Cesar’s face with kisses.
“Sorry. Guess I just can’t help myself.”
“...Hey, Ces? Did you really mean all of that? The stuff you said?”
“Which stuff?”
“About, um… living your life in my bed, or something.”
Cesar shrugged. “Kind of? Would be nice, living together. Being able to do this whenever we wanted. No driving back and forth, or worrying about my mom asking why I’m walking funny, or trying to do my laundry when she’s not paying attention so she doesn’t find my cum-stained boxers… you know?”
“I guess that makes sense. Don’t get me wrong, it was hot when you said it while we were both horny out of our minds. But I was a little worried that you were trying to… I don’t know, reduce yourself to just being there to give me something to get off to?”
“And if I was?”
“I’d hate that. You’re my partner, not a hooker.”
Cesar made a face of mild shock, like he wasn’t expecting that answer. “Well, I just… You just always make me feel special, whenever we do this. No matter how kinky it gets. It’s just that I could only ever be this open with you, so…”
Mark smiled, kissing his cheek. “Good. I’m glad you can trust me that much. I feel the same, you know.”
This made Cesar oddly bashful, hiding his red and flushed face into Mark’s chest, who took the chance to hug his arms around his body. While he really did want to stay awake and cuddle with him and talk about their feelings together, the boy’s warmth and the softness of the pillow under his head reminded him that he was tired. Really tired.
He loved Cesar so much. But he couldn’t lie, being with him was physically draining.
Totally worth it.
