The Master Of Submission

Part 23

Jack's head was so fuzzy from lust that he tilted his head to try and close the inches between their lips. He could feel the warmth emanating off Mark's lips, could feel his cool breath wafting over his lips so softly it was taking his own breath away. However, when their lips were about to touch, Mark backed up out of his reach. A smile spread over Mark's lips, before telling him in a deep lusty voice. "As cute as you look right now... You're going to have to try much harder". Jack's mind was drawing a blank. What could he do to bait Mark in? His eyes drifted down Mark's chest transfixed on how warm he must feel. His brain barely processed the fact that Mark had reached up toward the bar, until his hand came loose from the cuff. Jack lowered his hand, reaching out to touch Mark's shoulder. 

Mark pushed his hand away from himself, telling Jack with an evil smirk. "Bait me in... without touching me, Jack. Do a good enough job and I'll reward you greatly". Jack tore his eyes away from Mark to observe his cuffed wrist. The first thing he wanted to do was get down. Unbuckling his wrist, he lowered his legs down from the pegs and released the bar. The second his feet touched ground, he moaned and had to grab a peg for support. The anal plug was making his eyes roll. Mark slowly backed away from Jack, gesturing around the room as he told him. "Feel free to use anything you want in this room. You just can't touch me. Your goal is to seduce me to you". Jack had to take a minute to get feeling back in his legs, while Mark made himself a drink. Once he had made himself a coke with ice, Mark moved to a high back chair overlooking the room.

Mark draped a leg over the arm of the chair, making himself comfortable. A small spark flared to life in Jack's heart. He was ready to rise to the challenge. He just had to think of a way to seduce Mark. He had known how to do it before all this, but that seemed like so long ago. Jack moved to the bed, running his hand up the iron bed post as he stared at the sheets. Mark was so hard to seduce. The only thing that ever turned him on was when he was playing with him. Jack squeezed the iron bed post, turning his eyes to the stripper pole. He wasn't that confident with himself... but Mark had dropped hints about it. Maybe if he tried it? Dropping his hand from the bed post, Jack sighed heavily and forced himself to fetch his mask and his underwear. His underwear wouldn't offer a lot of protection, but it was something.

Slipping on his mask, he quickly jumped up onto the stage, before he changed his mind. Walking around it, he flicked on switches for music and lighting. Afterward, he pushed his back against the cold pole and stared at the large mirrors on the wall. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing. He never danced in front of people... but this was just for Mark. In the mirror, he saw Mark sit up straighter in his seat. He had gotten Mark's attention. Glancing over his shoulder, he struggled to push everything from his mind and lose himself into the music. Sliding down the pole, he nervously swayed his hips. When he couldn't go down anymore, he reached up to grab the pole and pulled himself up against it slowly. Leaning back as he did it, so that his hips touched the pole first and the last thing that touched was his chest.

Jack blushed a bright red behind the mask, but shot a quick look across the room at Mark. Was this even working? Should he try something else? Upon seeing Mark though, he felt a burst of energy. Mark wasn't sitting anymore. Mark had moved to lean his body against one of the iron bed posts with his arms crossed over his chest. He had Mark's full attention. Jack smirked, stepping back away from the pole a step, before pulling himself up and fanning his legs out as he spun around it. He barely knew what he was doing... but he had watched Mark do it in his videos. Jack spun around the pole to gather momentum enough to pull his legs off the ground and up over him to wrap around the pole. He slid down the pole a bit faster than he had planned... The move had required more upper body than it looked. Dropping completely to the floor, Jack rubbed his burning hands, listening to the sound of clapping.

Jack just laid there, mumbling out embarrassed. "That's all I got... Terrible, wasn't it"? Jack stared up at the ceiling, when Mark leaned over him, carefully removing his mask as he told him with a smile. "A bit more practice and you could be stunning. Otherwise... I couldn't look away". Jack bit his lip, feeling his blush burn his cheeks. Mark leaned down a bit more, brushing Jack's green bangs back to kiss his forehead. When Mark sat back, he said playfully. "I hope that isn't all you've got though. You got my attention. Now can you keep ahold of it"? Mark backed away from him and Jack rolled over onto all fours. Jack gave him a playfully stern glare. He'd find a way to hold Mark's attention. How could he doubt him? Mark set his mask on the stage, playfully leaning in like he was going to kiss him, but Jack scooted back away from him.

Mark said to seduce him without touching. He planned to do just that... Only that wasn't why Mark did it. The moment Jack scooted back on all fours, he forgot about where the pole was. When he backed up, his ass hit the pole, causing the anal plug to push in a bit deeper. Jack clawed the wooden stage, his eyes rolling with blinding pleasure that weakened him into a bowing position. Mark let out a throaty chuckle, playfully purring out close to his ear. "Did you forget to say something, Jackaboy"? Jack rested his forehead on his arm, practically moaning out. "You're such an asshole... Master". Mark ruffled Jack's loose bangs, stating out boldly. "I think you've got that wrong. I'm not the one bent over, pup". Jack lifted his head to flash Mark his cold dark eyes.

Mark draped himself back across the bed with a bright smug smile. Jack shook his head. Mark wanted to play like that, did he? Then he was going to play dirty. Jack rose back up on all fours, his eyes locked on Mark as he crawled off the stage. Mark watched him with a curiously raised eyebrow. Jack stopped at a low table with a fruit bowl. Rising up on his knees, Jack flashed Mark wicked eyes before leaning over the table to carefully pick up a banana with his mouth. When he was sure he had it, he crawled very slowly toward the high back chair. Sitting lavishly beside it, Jack put a hand on the chair, his eyes locked on Mark. Mark slid off the bed, asking him suspiciously. "You want me to sit there"? Jack simply nodded. Mark shrugged, moving to take a seat in the chair like a king on his throne.

The moment Mark was comfortable, Jack moved around to sit in front of him and dropped the banana in his lap. Mark rolled his eyes, asking bluntly. "What do you want me to do with this"? Jack tried to keep his face emotionless as he answered very casually. "I'm hungry". Mark huffed, peeling the banana as he muttered out. "Seducing me too much work for you"? Jack let a small smirk pull at his lips. He had been thinking about this all wrong. He didn't have to touch Mark to seduce him. He just had to get in Mark's head. Mark held the banana out for him and Jack shifted closer between Mark's legs. Being so careful not to touch Mark, Jack opened his mouth and let just the tip of the banana touch his lower lip. Jack let his tongue slid out under the tip. Being so gentle with it and yet was giving Mark a VERY suggestive image.

As Jack's eyes drifted up from the banana to Mark's eyes, he grinned. He had gotten into Mark's head without a doubt. Mark shifted in his seat, spreading his legs wider. An invitation for Jack to scoot in a little closer. Mark was even suddenly so quiet. Any smugness he had was gone. Jack took his time sliding his lips along the length of the banana, before lightly sucking his way back without even grazing it with his teeth. Mark swallowed as Jack flicked his tongue out across his lips. If Mark thought he was in control, he was wrong. Jack reached out to grab the arms of the chair, before leaning over Mark's waist to go back down on the banana. He couldn't hear Mark breathing, but he could see that his breathing was turning heavier and picking up pace. Jack bit the tip of the banana off, tilting his head back to chew it so that Mark could see.

He wanted Mark to imagine he had something else in his mouth. Turning his lusty eyes on Mark's, he made a show of swallowing. Mark adjusted in his seat, breathlessly whispering out. "See...? I knew you had it in you...". Jack felt so cocky as he leaned in inches from Mark's lips to whisper back devilishly. "I'm wanting something else in me... but you've got it covered up". Jack let a wicked smile spread across his face, before slowly backing away. Jack never broke eye contact as he sat back. Getting the full view as Mark tossed the banana away and launched off the chair to push him back against the floor. To Be Continued...