"You pay the price..." (Septiplier fan fiction- NOW COMPLETED)

" You buy something, the bill always comes due."

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Jack's POV-
     Something Ma always said when we had been kids and misbehaving. Well I have been thinking hard these last few weeks and I think it's about time Mark's bill was paid. He had certainly run up quite the tally.  "Hmmm how will he ever pay? " I said aloud smirking into the dimness of my room. As I stared up at the ceiling of another con hotel room I had an idea... a bad one for Mark.
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Two weeks later they had been at a convention and Mark had been up to his old tricks. Just when the signings were about to start he had said something smartass to Wade who turned away to talk to Bob seated beside him. Given the opportunity Mark had reached over and squeezed Jack's bulge making the man squeak in surprise and drop his phone to the table with a clatter. Jack had flushed red then gave Mark a dirty look as he retrieved his phone. Mark only looked at him with a raised brow as if wondering why Jack squeaked. Jack returned to his phone cheeks still red but a smirk worthy of Anti on his lips. Oh he had a plan... the bill would be paid.

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     When they got a together for the panel later that day Jack intentionally hung out in the areas behind the backstage area in the hours before their designated time. He leaned on the plain white wall beside a nondescript windowless door in a hallway full of them.
     He had let Bob and Wade know his whereabouts claiming he needed some alone time. He knew they would tell Mark and Mark would come looking... and here he came.

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     When he caught sight of Mark appear down the hall he made a show of giving a furtive glance around then slipping into the door and closing it softly.
     Mark grinned and followed after quickening his step. 'Whatever Jack was hiding this would be fun.' He thought as he reached the door and tried to open it softly and slip inside.

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Mark blinked in the dimness of the room creeping forward with his hands out. A small smile crept over his lips as he said softly trying to creep out Jack. " Jackaboy..,. Oooo Jackaboy...I can see you... I'm going to get you..?!"
He broke off at once as he felt something touch his wrist that felt like fur then a sudden ratcheting sound. He reached for his arm alarmed and felt a hard fur covered circle. He tried to raise his arm and found it restrained.
" What the fuck?!" He blurted out tugging at the cuff then leaning close to his wrist squinting in the darkness. He discovered he was cuffed to massive heavy shelf of dusty supplies with fuzzy pink handcuffs.
Suddenly his other hand was snatched away with force and another cuff tightened on his arm. He was cuffed facing out from the shelf and he peered into the dimness feeling angry and scared. His voice trembled a little as he said. "Jack? Come on let me go. Jack this isn't funny!"
Only silence answered him and he shuddered a little looking for any sign of movement. His hair was suddenly grabbed and his head pulled back. Mark cried out but it was muffled by a ball gag being forced into his mouth. He struggled but the painful grip on his hair kept him from moving too much. His head was released and he whimpered trying to spit out the gag but the strap tightened around his head kept it in place.
He was bound in the darkness and no one would hear his cries.

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Jack climbed down the backside of the laden shelves and walked around to admire his handiwork. He had cleared a section of shelving of debris and waited on a shelf in the darkness for Mark to stumble into the trap. The shelves had not even shifted under his negligible weight. It had gone smoother than he imagined.
Jack thought about taking some time to scare the crap out of Mark but decided unlike Mark he would be direct. He pushed his night vision goggles up on top of his head and flipped on a light clipped onto the shelves opposite where Mark whimpered tugging at his cuffs. The light startled the American and he squinted trying to see into the darkness around the blinding cone of light he found himself in. He grunted and it seemed to be trying to say Jack's name. Jack grinned. It wouldn't be the last time.

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Jack stared at Mark for a time in his spotlight looking confused, scared and sexy as hell. He felt a little shiver of excitement for what came next. He took out his phone and took a couple of pictures. The iconic click made Mark's head jerk up and scan the impenetrable dark again. He looked nervous with good reason. Jack closed his phone and slipped it in his back pocket. He then pretended he was shoved into the light and fell to his knees in front of Mark looking alarmed. He scrambled close to Mark and nodded frantically saying. " I understand! I understand!" Jack looked up to Mark with a good imitation of fear and regret. He said "Mark, I have to do something... some things or we are in real trouble here." The Irishman gave a frightened look to the empty darkness then looked up to Mark. "Sorry.." Jack said then began to palm and rub Mark making the man's eyes widen and his struggles become more frantic.

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Jack had to look to the floor to hide the fact he couldn't stop grinning as he squeezed and rubbed Mark's clothed cock making him hard despite his alarm and struggle. It was such a treat to see his tormentor squirm. Mark seemed to be begging him to stop even as his body trembled in arousal.
Jack schooled his expression and got up off the floor. He gave Mark a totally fake sympathetic look and undid Mark's belt. The American's eyes widened and he looked scared and excited at once. Jack pushed them down then went back to caressing the now quite sizeable tent in his captive's black silky boxers.
Jack savored the feeling of Mark's hardness through his silky boxers. Jack's eyes slipped closed feeling his own rock hardness twitch. He had thought Mark was the sexiest man alive since they met in person. Jack sighed softly in arousal hearing muffled moans from his captive. Jack then hooked a finger on the waistband of the boxers teasing a moment then stepping back. Jack moved back and looked to the darkness again with a frightened expression. He fumbled then took out his phone and began to take pictures of a bound and aroused Markiplier.

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Mark's mind was trying to make sense of all this. He had been playing a joke and suddenly found himself in some sort of BDSM situation where Jack was being forced to force him! He wondered who was responsible for this and how to get out of it in one piece.
He had tried to tell Jack to stop but the man had begun to rub him and palm him and it had felt amazing! Jack's hand was firm but not rough against him and he had groaned and his face turned a bright pink when his body responded. He savored the sensation and the excitement of Jack touching him till he felt the touches stop and Jack's nimble fingers undo his belt and button. Jack's hand slipped into the tight restraint of Mark's pants for a moment and squeezed him bringing a muffled cry from Mark's lips and a deeper red flush to Jack's cheeks and neck.
Jack couldn't seem to meet his eyes keeping his head down and trembling minutely as he withdrew his hand and pulled down Mark's jeans. Mark trembled himself whether in fear or excitement he was too confused to tell anymore.
The American's eyes widened as Jack checked the darkness then took out his phone and began snapping pictures. Mark tried to move his body to somehow cover the fact he was bound and aroused on display in a store room. There was no way to cover himself so he closed his eyes and dropped his head feeling the sting of humiliation.

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Jack looked down to hide his silent laughter as he teased the waistband of the bound man's boxers. 'Oh poor baby' he thought 'If you only knew this was just the beginning of your payment.'

End of part 2
Hmmm what sweet torments could our disgruntled Irishma come up with... oh you have no idea. But you and Mark will both find out soon!