The Master Of Submission

Part 24

Jack giggled as Mark pinned him back against the floor. Mark tried to claim his lips, but Jack turned his head away just to tease him. A devilish grin spread across Mark's lips and he simply brushed his lips across Jack's jaw to his exposed neck. Jack's heart was racing in his chest. Mark's breath was giving him goosebumps everywhere. The sensation of Mark's teeth grazing his neck made Jack pull his legs up against Mark's hips. His desire was outweighing his control. Mark sucked on his neck, causing Jack to arch up against him. Mark's warm skin felt so good against his own chest. He just wished that Mark wasn't wearing jeans. He wanted to feel what was underneath. Mark's started to slide down his body, kissing a trail down his torso. 

Even after Mark released his wrists, Jack didn't move. He was enjoying the attention Mark was giving him. When Mark's fingers started to tug his underwear back off, Jack blushed and bit his lower lip. Mark stopped kissing him, locking his dark lusty eyes on his as he pulled his underwear up off his long pale legs. Jack lowered his feet back to the floor slowly, flashing Mark a blushing smile. Mark crawled back over him on all fours, staring him down, while one of his hands drifted up Jack's inner thigh to the cock cage. Jack closed his eyes, turning his head away again as he felt Mark's fingers touch the cock cage. Mark lowered himself over him just enough for him to feel his body heat, whispering into his ear wickedly. "How can you be so dirty one minute and so innocent the next"?

Jack flashed Mark devilish eyes out of the corner of his, stating with mocking innocence. "It's a gift, Daddy". Something 'clicked' and Jack jerked upright as the cock cage came free. Jack swallowed nervously, staring at Mark's face just inches from him, asking unsettled. "What are you doing? Mark... You know I won't last if you do this...". Mark brushed his lips tenderly over his, purring out in a deep voice. "I'm commanding you not too". Jack started to inch back away from Mark, breathlessly muttering out nervously. "Mark... I can't. You know-". Mark wrapped an arm around Jack's waist, pulling him back under him. Jack squirmed a little, but stopped instantly the second Mark leaned in to suck on his ear. Jack started to turn his head in order to stop Mark, only to freeze in place as Mark whispered out to him in a very deep buttery voice. "Sean. Stop".

He could feel the power of Mark saying his name to the tips of his toes. He couldn't resist Mark. He held a power over him that no one else could match. Jack lowered his eyes to Mark's abs, trying to get himself under control. His heart always fluttered wildly whenever Mark called him by his real name. It even warmed his blood and made him ache for Mark. Biting his lower lip really hard, he focused on turning himself off. He was getting too hard, too quickly and it was Mark's fault. Mark kissed Jack's neck, telling him calmly. "You're thinking too hard, Jack. You're only making it worse". Jack closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He just had to meditate. Shaking his head slightly, he whispered out to Mark softly. "Just shut up. I'm fine".

Jack felt Mark's hand slid up his thigh, forcing Jack to shift uncomfortably and whine out. "Mark... Please. Don't...". Mark didn't listen. His hand squeezed Jack's thigh, leaning closer to graze his teeth teasingly over his skin. Jack dropped down to his elbows, whimpering out. "Mark... I'm serious. You're making it worse... I can't-". Jack tossed his head back, his feet rising off the carpet, cutting him off as Mark's fingers drifted VERY close to his cock. Jack heard Mark chuckle softly against his throat, muffling out to him lovingly. "I told you once... You're body will betray you for pleasure". Jack fell back against the carpet, opening his eyes to plead with Mark. "Are you punishing me for something, Daddy"? Mark looked down at him, shaking his head. Jack clawed the carpet with his fingernails as Mark's fingers lightly traced up the length of his cock, telling him in a purring voice. "This is my reward to you for a job well done".

Jack huffed, gasping between loud groans. He was struggling to hold himself back. How was this a reward? He felt more like he was being set up to fail! Mark shifted over him, whispering against Jack's stomach. "You never asked what your reward would be for baiting me in. You really should have. Then you'd know what was... coming". Jack forced himself to sit back up on his elbows, asking anxiously. "Daddy... What are you going to do to me"? Mark pushed Jack's legs wider, holding them apart as he looked up with eyes that screamed 'Darkiplier', answering bluntly. "The same thing you implied with that banana. Whatever you had done, I was going to do to you". Jack managed to take one last deep breath, muttering out a bit stunned. "Oh, fuck".

Jack didn't get to utter anything else, before he felt Mark's lips slid over the tip of his cock. Dropping roughly back against the floor, Jack arched and belted out a loud moan. He thought he'd cum right then, but Mark had squeezed the base of his shaft to stop him. He didn't know what was worse... being tied down and going through this... or being able to move and going through this. Mark's wet tongue teased the slit of his cock and Jack truly hoped that no one was in the rooms around theirs. The moan that escaped his throat, he was sure could be heard for miles. Mark was too good. The tender sucking between flicks of his tongue was causing his body to thrash uncontrollably. His hips wanted to buck, but Mark's arms were keeping him pinned to the floor.

Just when Jack didn't think he could make anymore noise, Mark sucked him deeper into his mouth. Jack's hands pushed out across the carpet, making the F-word fly out of his mouth between deep groans and high pitched moans. Jack's lower half was stiffening up and going numb. He wanted to release so badly that he resorted to clawing Mark's bare shoulder as he pleaded with him to loosen the grip on the base of his shaft. Mark removed his mouth off Jack's cock to wince a bit. Jack's nails were cutting into the back of his shoulder and that was a good enough sign the Jack was ready to finish. Mark sat up a little to unbuckle his belt, but Jack's hands beat him to it. Jack groaned as Mark removed the anal plug from him, but felt relief the second Mark's own hard on replaced it.

Jack's legs locked at Mark's sides as Mark thrusted into him at a ravenous pace. The moment Jack was reaching his climax, he cupped Mark's sweating face to pull him into a kiss. It wasn't anything special, just a simply kiss, but it was enough to coax Mark over the edge with him. After resting for a bit to catch their breath, Mark lead him into the shower. There under the hot water, Mark kissed him so passionately that Jack thought he really might melt in Mark's arms. He felt so safe with him. He couldn't imagine a life without him. Mark made him feel special and he knew in his heart how much he meant to Mark. He wanted to stay like this all day. Letting the hot water flow over their skin, drawing them closer together. It all ended though when their bedroom door began to bang loudly.

Mark rolled his eyes, turning off the water and grumbling out. "Probably the neighbors. Get dressed. I'll deal with them". Mark climbed out, slipping on some pants as he headed for the door. Jack reluctantly stepped out, pulling on a pair of red sweat pants. Starting to dry his collar with a hand towel and catching a glance of Mark as he reached the bedroom door. Mark opened the door slowly, staring at someone as he asked suddenly concerned. "What's going on"? A man that Jack didn't know stepped in quickly to punch Mark in the gut. Mark dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach as Declan strolled inside with four other Masters. Unfolding a paper, Declan held it up, stating down at Mark smugly. "There has been a change in management. I got almost all the Masters here to sign it. That's well over fifty signatures. Now I'm here to get my property".

Mark sat back on his heels, grumbling out through clenched teeth. "There is nothing of yours in here. Now leave"! Declan slowly kneeled down in front of Mark, telling him very seriously. "There is actually. See... I paid Orson in full for a dog that he collected and broadcasted for auction. I had to out bid a few offers, but by rights... He is mine. And now that you are no longer a Master, by order of my own decree... His ownership turns over to me". To Be Continued...