Marcus makes Stanley an unusual offer.....
Stanley & Marcus - Chapter 3
by BoundmanBlue
Series: Stanley & Marcus
Stanley knocked on Marcus’s apartment door. He had checked the time on his phone obsessively all day to be sure he arrives at eight o’clock ‘on the dot’. The door opened seconds later, like he’d been waiting.
“Well look who it is!” Marcus stood in the doorway with a smug smile spread across his face. He’d changed into a clean white shirt. “What do I owe the pleasure? You really gave the impression you weren’t going to show.
Stanley shoved his way passed aggressively “You know dam well why I’m here”
Marcus closed the door behind him “I guess I do. Sorry to play dumb like that I wasn’t sure if you’d noticed yet.”
Stanley stood in the middle of the room attempting to stare Marcus down “Noticed? It’s all I could think about all day! I tried to push it out of my head but the impulse to be here when you told me to be was driving me insane!” Stanley threw up his hands in frustration “Plus I had to ‘buy something fun!’ in the meantime” He tossed his duffel on the floor. He’d packed an overnight bag this time, not knowing what this evening would involve.
“Oh?” Marcus disappeared into the kitchen where the smell his cooking wafted through. “May I ask what you bought? I’m curious about what you consider ‘fun’” Marcus’s voice carried out over the sounds of something boiling over.
Stanley sat on the couch and sunk his head into his hands. It looks like he can resist him now, if only because he isn’t being told directly what to do. “I’d rather not say, it’s embarrassing. And I couldn’t help myself. I can’t believe you learned how to control people!”
Stanley could hear Marcus laugh softly from the kitchen “Can you not? Personally I always knew I’d crack it.” He stepped out and started setting the table. “We should eat first, then I have something to discuss with you.” He headed back to the kitchen, humming along to the soft classical music being fed through the apartment’s atmospheric speakers.
Stanley took a nervous breath. He’d had all day to get used to the thought of what’s happening and yet it seems impossible. He thought back to this morning, when he obediently ate toast and passed the coffee without even realising he was being controlled. That’s the real scary thing. Now, when Marcus gives him an instruction, Stanley wants to obey. More than anything else in the world. What could Marcus have done to Stanley’s head?
Stanley headed over to the dining room table. Maybe it’s crazy to stay in the same building as Marcus considering the hold he has over him. But after years of friendship it’s hard to believe he’d take advantage. Anyway, maybe a little fooling around once Stanley can relax about the whole thing wouldn’t be the worst. Stanley would be a literal slave. Stanley felt his dick tingle at the prospect. He quickly banish the thought from his mind, can’t let Marcus know this is a turn on.
Marcus appeared shortly carrying two plates each with a perfectly cooked steak. The two ate and chatted, but Marcus kept the conversation topics light while he attentively refilled Stanley’s glass with red wine over the course of the meal. Stanley’s guess is he’s keeping the heavy stuff for when Stanley had relaxed a little. Despite the atmosphere Marcus had created with the music and dinner conversation, Stanley still couldn’t help but feel vulnerable due to the fact Marcus could tell him to jump out the window at any moment, and there’s no doubt in Stanley’s mind that he’d do it.
After dinner Marcus leaned back and lay one arm over the other comfortably, cradling his wine glass in his hand. “So, shall I order you to do the washing up?”
“You better be joking” Stanley snorted nervously.
“Yeah I’m just messing with you, nerd.” Marcus chortled “At least for now. If I could get serious for a moment, I’d like to hire you full time.”
“What to do your dishes?” Stanley was amused by the proposal. It’s hard to believe Marcus did all of this just so he could get himself a maid.
Marcus waved a hand and shook his head “Apologies, that’s not what I meant. Let me start again. I need to explore the limits of your new mind-set. I need to know the capabilities and limitations of someone who no longer acts of their own accord. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“You want to pay me so you can experiment on me.” Stanley put down his glass and stood up.
Marcus stood up sharply and held out his hand “Don’t go- I mean, em… Go if you want but I’d really like it if you would hear me out. I promise I won’t force you.” Marcus looks sincere, but Stanley knows better than to believe Marcus outright. He’s a man of his word but that just means he’s careful about making promises.
Stanley tried to look nonchalant “Relax man, I trust you. I was going to go to the bathroom if that’s ok with you?” Based on Marcus’s reaction, Stanley almost feels like he has the upper hand.
Marcus smiled and gave a ‘be my guest’ sort of gesture. By the time Stanley had returned Marcus had cleared the dining table and made himself comfy in his armchair. His shoes neatly set aside while his feet rested on the ottoman.
Stanley threw himself onto the couch and kicked off his shoes. “So tell me about this job offer. Are you seriously going to have me as your personal servant?”
Marcus shifted his weight in his chair uncomfortably “Well yes and no. Basically I need you to do for me what others like you are likely be asked for by their owners.”
“Owners?!” Stanley sat up with a start “So by ‘others like me’ you mean slaves?! Who else have you hypnotised?”
“Calling them slaves is a bit much, not everyone is as kinky as you are mate.” Marcus replied, sipping his wine, indifferently “And to answer your other question, you’re obviously the first. Listen I’ve thought long and hard about what I want to do with this and turning evil people into harmless servants is not the worst thing. Less prisons, more erm… community service volunteers?”
Stanley rolled his eyes “Volunteers, HA!” he said, using air quotes over the word. “You’re a real hero mate. What do I get out of being your guinea pig?”
Marcus took his feet off the ottoman, planting them in the ground as he leaned forward with an intense energy “I’ll pay you twenty thousand a month to do what I say for one full year.”
Stanley’s grinned “Now you’re joking”
Marcus continued, his face dead serious. “I told you you’d get your cut. I’ll pay you a shit-ton more than you’re making at Wolfies. You’ll live here rent free too, and you won’t lose a cent to bills, food or taxes I’ll guarantee it. The only catch is, once I start paying you, I will not let you out of your obligation until the year is out.”
Stanley leaned forward as well, studying Marcus’s expression for the slightest hint of humour. He’s serious. Stanley hasn’t even been hypnotised for a full day and Marcus believes this is going to last a year. It’s likely that if it lasts that long it’s permanent. But then after a year Stanley could just take the money and run. One tough year, and he’d be set for life. The money is too tempting. Stanley wanted to throw the offer in Marcus’s face, but instead he said “You don’t have that kind of money.”
Marcus leaned back again “So you’re interested then.”
Stanley sighed “So I’ll be forced to do as you say for a year, but get paid a mint to do it, like the most expensive servant ever?
“More or less” Marcus shrugged “Plus some sex stuff”
Stanley spat out his wine from shock “You want me to be a sex slave?!”
“Don’t act like you’re getting the raw end of the deal here” Marcus laughed, flexing his muscles like the cocky bastard he is “plus I know exactly what you like”
It’s a lot to process. Stanley lifted himself off the couch and wandered across the room to think. On the one hand it’s a sweet deal. It seems like all Stanley would have to do are some daily chores get to fuck around with probably the hottest guy Stanley has ever seen up close. And then there’s the money… On the other hand Marcus could make him do anything. Stanley is certain he’d go out and try to rob a bank if Marcus told him too, or worse…
While he was weighing his options a thought occurred to Stanley “What about Tony?” he said aloud. “You messed with his brain too right?”
Marcus shrugged. “It didn’t take. I tested him out today after you left, he wouldn’t do anything for me. I guess I need to switch up the trance script depending on the other person. It’s a real shame too, I probably could have gotten away with paying him a lot less then I’ll be paying you!” he chuckled.
Stanley nodded. It’s a shame that Tony isn’t in the same boat as Stanley, at least then he’d have someone who understands what this situation is like. But still, the deal is sweet, and Marcus wouldn’t have bothered with this whole evening if he didn’t want to take Stanley’s feelings into account. If Marcus wanted to he could have just forced him into a life of servitude from the moment Stanley became a hypnotised drone. If Stanley is going to take the job, all he can do is hope that Marcus shows the same honour and restraint he demonstrated this evening.
Stanley lay back onto the couch, took a deep breath and said “I’ll do it, but I have some conditions.”
Marcus nodded pensively, sipped his wine, thought for a moment and then said “No”
Stanley’s brow furrowed “No? No to what? You don’t even know what my conditions are”
Marcus put down his glass and looked Stanley straight in the eye “I know if I let you lay out some ground rules now it’ll negate the whole point of controlling you, which is testing out the parameters of mind control. Besides,” Marcus smiled “I know you’re not walking away from the money I’m offering, so I don’t need to accept your conditions.”
Stanley crossed his arms “You fucking shark.” He said, shaking his head, although admittedly Stanley is impressed. “You think you know me so well.”
Marcus stood up and walked over to the couch. He light-heartedly shoved Stanley’s legs off the cushions and sat down beside him. He then opened the drawer in the table in front of them and revealed a single page and a pen.
“This is a sort of… contract,” he said “which states that I will pay you and in exchange you will take orders from me for no more or less than a year, starting midnight tonight.” Marcus laid the paper and a pen out on the table “it has no legal standing, obviously, but it will have a symbolic role in our agreement.”
Stanley read the page over and over. It’s just a few short lines, no room for tricks or fine print. He picked up the pen and paused. Signing this will give Marcus all the power. Stanley won’t be able to argue that he doesn’t know what he’s signing up for. But still… Stanley trusts him. Just as he was about to put pen to paper, Marcus stopped him.
“Stanley,” Marcus said, softly “Tell me honestly, why do you really want to sign this?”
Stanley wanted to say it’s for the money, or to live in the awesome apartment, or to have Marcus as a fuck buddy or a thousand other reasons he could have said. But that’s not what he said. The words spurted out of his mouth because he couldn’t stop himself. “So that you’ll be my master.”
The pen hovered over the page for what felt like hours. Neither one of them said a word. After a few seconds, Stanley hastily scribbled his signature onto the page, got up and walked into the kitchen, filling his wine glass to the brim and drinking it down in one go. He filled it up again before walking back out into the living room.
“Here’s hoping you won’t make me say anything as awkward as that for the next year.” Stanley declared, trying not to sound flustered as he raises his wine glass as if to say ‘cheers’. In an attempt to move the conversation along, he continued “So… we have a little while until midnight and the contract starts, although you’ve obviously already started giving me orders… ahem! What do you want to do?”
“I apologise. I didn’t mean to force you to say anything.” Marcus shrugged “As for I want to do, I want to find out what you bought today when I told you to get ‘something fun’. You’d might as well spill it, in a while you won’t be able to keep any more secrets from me!” Marcus stood up and gave Stanley a soft punch in the arm.
Heat rushed into Stanley’s face. His hands self-consciously tapping his wine glass as he spoke “I told you, it’s embarrassing. I don’t know what I was thinking, I could have bought anything else”
The corners of Marcus’s mouth twitched in mirth. “No, you had to buy something that you personally consider ‘fun’. I’d love to get that insight.” It’s like he already knows what it is.
Stanley let out a deep sigh and got up “I’ll show you” No point in trying to hide it now. Stanley went to his duffel and pulled out a small paper shopping bag, black, with the emblem of a small local sex and fetish shop. Already he could feel himself sweat from the anxiety of revealing something about himself he’d only just discovered turns him on.
Stanley shoved the package under Marcus’s nose with reluctant “Here”. Marcus delicately pulled apart the handles of the bag and peeked inside.
“Woah, Hoah, Hoah!” Marcus laughed as he pulled out the shiny metal cock cage, identical to the one Tony had on this morning “I had a feeling you’re into chastity! You picked a good model too, perfect for long term wear, or so I’m told.”
“Shut-up!” Stanley threw himself back onto the couch and rolled away so his back is turned to Marcus’s gleeful hoots. “It was the freshest thing on my mind when you gave me the order that’s all. You fucking forced me to buy it!”
Marcus laughed. “Mate that is absolute horse-shit. I just forced you to buy something fun, you’re the one who decided this is it. Anyway, even if I made you get it, I never said you had to bring it here.” Marcus held it out, dangling it from one finger.
Stanley curled up into the foetal position. “Yeah yeah, put it away now please.” Stanley had to admit Marcus has a point. Following that logic why didn’t he just return it right after purchase? Or throw it in a fucking river!
Marcus put the device on the table, reached over and put his hand on Stanley’s shoulder. “You’re stressed, but you just gave me an idea. Why don’t we pretend I’m the one who’s hypnotised? It’ll be fun! Until midnight I’ll do whatever you say like I can’t help it. That’ll help you relax, eh?”
Stanley looked around to see Marcus’s beaming face. He loves mind games, but this is a rare chance to start a game where Stanley is at an advantage. “Yeah alright then, but if you refuse to follow an order I get a pay raise.”
Marcus smirked, “A wager then? Well, so long as what you make me do is within reason…”
“No can do buddy” Stanley pushed Marcus back playfully “if I let you lay out some ground rules now it’ll negate the whole point of playing this game in the first place”
“Very clever” Marcus scoffed “Yeah alright mate, you’re on!” He held out his hand, which Stanley grabbed happily, and they shook on it.
“Let’s start with something simple…” Stanley folded his arms thoughtfully, already enjoying his new privileges “Slap yourself in the face.”
Without hesitation, Marcus’s hand flew with full force into his cheek, leaving a pale patch which quickly filled with a flood of red as the colour returned.
Stanley couldn’t help but laugh, “I didn’t say to hit so hard!”
Marcus smiled “Well I like to follow the spirit of the request.” He rubbed his cheek tenderly. “What’s next?”
Stanley reached up and gently felt the mark on Marcus’s cheek. Looks like he’s playing seriously, Stanley would expect nothing less. Stanley decided to make it his mission to break him before the time is up.
“Alright then,” he said “You can put that on for a start” Stanley nodded towards the cock cage.
Marcus gave a salute. “Yes sir” he said with a wink. He got up and started buckling his belt.
Stanley looked at the ceiling, awkwardly, “Not right in front of me, turn around or something!” Marcus has no shame. An enviable trait.
Marcus did as instructed and turned around and continued fiddling with his trousers. “Well, you should have said.” Stanley rolled his eyes as Marcus pulled down his underwear leaving his bare ass out while he worked on slipping his junk into the cock cage. Stanley could hear clicks as Marcus’s fingers fiddle with the interlocking pieces, along with the occasional grunt as he catches his tender flesh in the mechanism. Rookie move.
“Done!” Marcus pulled up his underwear and turned around, triumphantly holding up the key to the cage and the spare dangling from the same hoop. “I suppose you’ll be wanting these.”
Stanley laughed “You’re a madman. Pull up your pants, pervert.” Stanley took the keys and slipped them into his jeans front pocket. “How’s that feel?”
Marcus shuffled on the spot, wagging his hips for a second before sitting back into his armchair with his legs wide apart. “Pretty weird. Hard to imagine getting used to it. I’m curious how it’ll feel when I get hard. Speaking of…” Marcus trailed off as his eyes wandered down to Stanley’s crotch.”
Stanley cursed under his breath. He hadn’t even noticed how erect he’s gotten while Marcus put on the device, too distracted by scene playing out before his eyes. “How come I’m giving the orders and I still end up being the one who’s humiliated?” Stanley punched the couch cushion in frustration before rolling back into a ball.
A long silence hung in the air for a while. Stanley had expected for Marcus to respond with a joke or some clever remark. It looks like Marcus is staying silent. Stanley suddenly realised he might be trying to run down the clock until he’s in charge again. That means Stanley would miss a golden opportunity to make Marcus feel humiliated instead for once.
Stanley rolled back into a seated position and locked eyes with Marcus. Without breaking eye contact he slid over closer to him, leaned back and put his feet up on the ottoman. He spoke carefully, trying to sound as self-assured as possible. “Get on your knees, and pull my socks off my feet.”
Marcus paused for a moment, but then slipped off his chair and dropped to his knees. Stanley lifted his feet off the ground and plonked them on the ottoman. Marcus reached up Stanley’s trouser leg slightly gripped the rim of the elasticated sock rim.
Just before he was about to start pulling, Stanley held up his hand abruptly “Ah ah ah,” he said, holding Marcus back “Use your teeth.” Stanley figure this ought to make him give up.
He tried to gauge Marcus’s reaction, but seemingly without a second thought Marcus positioned his head down low over Stanley’s white socks. Marcus pinned Stanley’s ankles to the ottoman and put his face down between Stanley’s foot soles making a show of inhaling deeply through his nose. Then, on his way back up he put Stanley’s big toe in his mouth and sucked until he found enough purchase to grip the sock with his teeth without pinching any skin. Like a dog playing tug-of-war with a toy Marcus yanked aggressively until the sock came away from Stanley’s foot. His head tilted back and looked Stanley straight in the eye, the sock hanging out of his mouth like a gun dog who’d just caught a rabbit.
Stanley couldn’t hide his erection any longer, not while Marcus still has a grip on his ankles. Just like him, to take something that was designed to be humiliating and turn it into something seductive and sexy. As he moves down to pull off the other sock Marcus’s mouth stretches wide, hungrily, and fits all of Stanley’s toes inside. His teeth drag backwards puckering the soft white material covering Stanley’s foot until he just has a mouthful of sock. His head wrenched upwards, taking the sock with it in one swift motions with a triumphant grunt.
This one he didn’t drop, he let it dangle in his mouth as he looked up at Stanley, seemingly awaiting further instructions, completely unfazed.
Stanley pulled back his legs, freeing them from Mucus’s grip and bending at the knee to hide the tent he’s pitching. “You’re way too into this, I was trying to embarrass you.”
Marcus dropped the sock onto the floor. His brow crease’s in bewilderment “I thought this is what you want. You gave me an order I was just trying to give you what you asked for.” Marcus crawled up onto the ottoman, his hands gently spread Stanley’s legs apart as he approached. “It doesn’t look like you hated it.” He nods suggestively at Stanley’s crotch.
One of Stanley’s legs flies up and blocks Marcus from getting any closer, his bare foot planting squarely into his chest. Stanley could feel the taunt muscle of his body underfoot, just beneath his shirt. “We’re too good of friends for things to get weird.”
Marcus burst out laughing “You’re just about to agree for things to get weird for a whole year! I’m just trying to give you a chance to feel in charge before we get into it” He forcefully yanked Stanley’s foot away, spreading his legs wide.
“Stop!” Stanley yelled without even thinking. This is happening too fast. The instant he said it Marcus froze on the spot, Stanley’s ankle still griped in one hand, the other reaching up Stanley’s inner thigh. Stanley realised this is just another move in the game.
“Get off”
Marcus quickly stands back and in one fluid motion puffs his chest out and stands to attention like a soldier. Stanley relaxed a little, thinking about what to try next. It doesn’t seem to matter what Stanley makes Marcus do, Marcus will somehow make submitting look manly. The only thing left to do is take it further.
“If you want to be submissive so bad I’ll show you what that means.” Stanley joins Marcus in standing and moves his face to within an inch of Marcus’s.
“Strip” he commanded.
Without looking away, Marcus reached up and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, a sly grin creeping up onto the corners of his mouth.
“You can wipe that fucking grin off your face, boy!” Stanley tried to pull a somewhat arrogant face. He is starting to get into the role. He could feel himself channelling a dom named Bruce he’d met online a few months back. A burley daddy type man with no gear but a great ‘alpha male’ attitude. They’d only met a couple of times but the impression was lasting.
As instructed Marcus drops the smile, and his trousers at the same time. Without hesitation he pulls down his jocks and steps out of them along with his ankle socks. Then lastly he pulls his shirt and undervest off in one motion, standing perfectly naked except for the cock cage, just like Tony was this morning. Stanley took a moment to admire Marcus’s glorious body for a moment. A monument of shear well-defined muscle with impeccably tanned skin. Not that Stanley hadn’t seen it before. Marcus is justifiably proud of his physique and through various locker room moments he had caught many a glimpse, except the new feature of the cock cage glinting in the light makes this moment more special.
“You will refer to me as ‘Sir’ and nothing else do you understand me, boy?” Stanley growled the words in the deepest most intimidating voice he could muster.
Marcus stared straight ahead, no sign of weakness. “Yes sir!”
“Good” Stanley said, as he reached over and gripped his hand entirely around Marcus’s cock cage. “Come along”
Stanley tugged gently but firmly and let Marcus pad carefully after him, a look of discomfort on his face. Finally, a crack in the usual stony demeanour. This is more intimate than Stanley had ever dreamed he would go, but the ghost of the powerful muscle bear had taken him over. If Marcus enjoys this treatment half as much as Stanley did, then they’ll both have a great time.
Stanley pulls out one of the dining room chairs into the middle of the room and sits down. For a moment Stanley’s face was level with Marcus’s manhood. Stanley quivers at the thought of being manhandled and fucked by Marcus and a large part of him wants them to switch roles. But he resists the calling of his submissive side as he pulls Marcus, ass up, over his knee.
“Grab my ankles and spread your legs.” Stanley roughly holds Marcus’s head down, a fistful of hair keeping it steady, while his other hand rests comfortably on Marcus’s perfect ass cheek. He can feel the hard metal of the cock cage dig into his leg slightly. This may not make Marcus surrender, but it sure will be fun for Stanley.
Marcus’s ass trembles slightly at Stanley’s touch. It feels tense from holding the position Stanley had forced him into. “You’ve been bad tonight haven’t you, boy?” Stanley said.
“Yes sir!” Despite the situation Marcus’s voice hadn’t lost a single iota of confidence.
“I don’t like when my boy gets cocky. You think you’re in charge here don’t you boy?”
“No sir!”
Stanley exhaled swiftly out his nose. He will be, come midnight. “That’s good boy, but it’s too late. Are you ready to receive your punishment?”
“Yes please sir!”
The exact second Marcus spoke Stanley lashed down hard with his hand, creating a loud ‘smack!’ sound as it impacted Marcus’s ass cheek causing ripples for a moment and leaving a faint red mark.
“Ah!” Marcus let out a gasp in surprise. Stanley smiled widely. Got him at last.
“Tell me how much you enjoy that boy.” This is exactly what Bruce had done with Stanley. A clever line, he’s dammed no matter what he says.
Marcus responded quickly “Yes sir! I enjoyed it very much sir!”
Stanley felt a twitch over where Marcus’s cock cage made contact with his leg. The softer, more compassionate, side of Stanley feels relief to find some evidence he’s actually enjoying himself. “Well then you’re gonna want to beg for more, aren’t ya?” He said, keeping his voice rough just like the bear.
“Uh huh, more please sir!” Stanley is impressed. Marcus is taking instructions like a champ. He lay down another hard spank and pulled Marcus’s hair a little. Lifting his head up slightly.
Stanley kept going, intending to go for twenty slaps per ass-cheek. Each time he made contact Marcus obediently begged for more. Stanley especially enjoyed the way Marcus’s glorious muscles tensed all over his body with each clap. Stanley alternated between hitting the left and right cheek, but after the tenth time on the left he realised Marcus’s ass was redder than he had imagined at this stage.
“One last time and then you’ll be good, won’t you boy?” Stanley raised his hand, primed for the answer.
“Yes sir-“*smack*
Stanley hit him for the final time and pushed him off his lap. Marcus flopped to the ground and winced on impact, rolling onto his back, arching it so his bare ass was elevated off the hardwood floor.
Stanley stood up and crossed his arms. “You know, I think I needed to do that on some level.”
Marcus stood up gingerly. Stanley gave him a hand and to help him to his feet. Marcus decided to get back into his soldier stance again; Chest puffed, stomach in, head up, facing straight forward. This time he put his hands on the back of his head. Stanley ran his hands over his body, enjoying the way his biceps budged in this pose.
Stanley shook his head, “You can drop the act if you like. I know this isn’t your thing.”
Marcus broke character at this point, “Don’t ruin it! I’ve never been submissive with anyone. I’m intrigued by the experience. So far you’re doing ok as a rough dom but I would have tied you up first and spanked you way harder.”
Stanley pushed Mucus playfully “Is that a challenge, boy?”
Marcus grinned and snatched Stanley’s hands as they fell way, pulling him in close. “It might be.”
Stanley let himself be man-handled a little. As always Marcus’s default setting is to be controlling, he can’t help it. Still, Stanley feels his anxiety rear up. “What’s gotten into you? You never showed any interest in me before, in this way I mean.”
Marcus let got for a moment, looking away while he absentmindedly adjusts his locked up package with one hand. “I was interested when we met, but then we became good friends and I don’t make those easily.” Marcus’s other hand reached around and groped Stanley’s ass. “I figure we won’t be friends for the next year. We’ll be something else. So why not make the most of this… grey area.”
Marcus leaned in and kissed Stanley, a warm tingling feeling ran down Stanley from his scalp dawn through his body into his legs. Marcus’s tongue massaged itself into Stanley’s mouth as he gave into the kiss completely.
Marcus is the one who broke lip lock and the two let their foreheads bump together. “I would very much like the key to that chastity cage right now.”
“Pffft!” Stanley put his hand up on Marcus’s face and pushed him away. “Nice try, if that thing keeps you humble you should get the lock superglued”
Marcus pulled a face “Aw come on man! The pressure is driving me crazy.”
“Good! You get your own way too often.” Stanley got an idea. He reaches down and opens the leather belt on his trousers. He pulls it forcefully out of the loops and pulls it taunt out in front of himself menacingly. “In fact, turn around”
Marcus’s face fell a little. He’s probably thinking he’ll be getting another few hits. Instead, when he’s turned around Stanley loops the belt around his wrists and straps them up behind his back, one on top of the other. Stanley knows a trick to it, feeding the belt several times into the buckle so it would keep his hands securely fastened and out of the way.
Stanley turns Marcus back around to face him. His large well-developed pecs seems to swell as the new restraint keep his shoulders pulled back. Stanley runs the back of his hand over Marcus’s chest until his nipple is between Stanley’s thumb and index finger. He softly plays with it for a few seconds before tightening his grip little by little until Marcus starts to react.
“Ugh… Are you just gonna tease me or are you gonna fuck me, huh?” Marcus let out his words in a breathy, suppressed way, in-between moans.
Stanley mirrors his actions with his other hand, clasping and gently releasing both nipples at the same time. It seems he’s found a weak spot. “So you’re a bottom now? Since when?”
Marcus closes his eyes and leans back, causing Stanley to tug a little harder on his nipples. Stanley gets the hint and increases the intensity, toying and playing with him like he’s tuning a radio, switching from pleasure to pain back to pleasure. “I told you… ah! …I’m curious to try this side of …ugh… things.” Marcus’s moans get more intense with the increased attention to his nipples.
Stanley pauses for a moment “You’ve always been a top? As in, you’ve never let anyone fuck you before?”
The sound of leather rubbing together increases as Marcus pulls on his restraints in frustration. “What’s the problem? You don’t want to fuck me?”
Stanley sighs and said “Get on your knees and I’ll show you the fucking problem”. He pulls downwards on both of Marcus’s nipples, hard, directing him onto the ground. Marcus sore under his breath, but awkwardly managed to get on his knees and look up at Stanley. His head is perfectly level with Stanley’s crotch before Stanley begins to undo his trousers pull them down. After a few seconds he pulls his briefs down just enough for his rock hard cock to abruptly spring out and hang, suspended just shy of hitting Marcus’s face.
Marcus stares with what appears to be a look of awe on his face. “Hooooly shit….”
“Em… yeah…” Stanley had almost gotten used to this reaction, although he’s never thought he’d be showing his dick to Marcus. For as long as Stanley could remember guys had looked at Stanley’s dick with either surprise or fear, and sometimes excitement. A lot of people ask Stanley why he doesn’t have more confidence, like a big dick can somehow counterweigh his insecurity.
Stanley measured Marcus’s expression. At first his eyes widened in surprise, but then a smile crept up onto his face and he started frantically pulling at his restraints. “Mate! I want you to untie me, I wanna hold it!”
Blood rushed to Stanley’s face. It’s feels awkward for him, being in control, and Stanley appreciates Marcus speaking in such a way so he wouldn’t be compelled to do as he’s told. Stanley grabs Marcus by the hair and pull his face up so he’d make eye contact instead of gawking. “So does this look like a dick for a beginner bottom?”
Marcus shook his head vigorously. “No sir! That’s a black diamond dick sir, pros only!” His mouth hung open after he spoke, tongue hanging out, practically drooling.
Stanley laughed “Yeah trust me mate, you’re not ready. But um… there’s probably another hole it could fit in…?”
Stanley had to hold Marcus’s head back from sucking him off on the spot. Instead, Stanley got him up off of his knees and had him follow to the couch. Stanley moved back the coffee table to make room, and undressed while Marcus got in the way by pressing his body against Stanley and kissing his neck. Stanley soon sat bare naked in the centre of the couch, the cool leather hugging around Stanley’s back and ass while Marcus took a knee between Stanley’s legs. Stanley tossed a throw pillow down onto the floor to give Marcus some height and stop his knees from getting sore.
Marcus apparently likes to start slow, dragging his tongue from the base of Stanley’s shaft all the way up to the tip. Stanley shivers slightly as the head of his cock feels Marcus’s tongue roll over it like a lolly pop. Marcus hoists his chest up further onto Stanley’s lap. Stanley hugs Marcus’s body with his legs to give him purchase so he can find the perfect spot. Stanley puts his arms up on the couch back and closes his eyes, tilting his head back to rest. In the same moment, he could feel Marcus’s mouth close over his dick, lips locking around the head and moving downwards. Stanley let out a moan. It had been a while since he’s gotten a blowjob and Marcus is clearly an expert. He slowly teases and massages the head with his tongue with each suck. At the peak of each rhythm Stanley’s pelvis thrust gently, craving more. The pace increases, faster and faster. Stanley reaches over and grabs Marcus’s hair again, while his other hand wraps around the base of his shaft, the part Marcus’s mouth can’t reach.
The two men moan as Stanley skull fucks him, arching his back to get his dick deeper and deeper into Marcus’s gaping maw. He felt Marcus’s breath as he eagerly forced as much of Stanley’s cock as he could into himself.
Suddenly Stanley felt Marcus pull away, just as he was getting close, it didn’t take long. Just the fact that Marcus is the one blowing him makes this fifty time more erotic.
Stanley begged, “No, keep going pleas-“
“Untie me. Now.” Marcus cut across looking up at Stanley, a mean look in his eye
There is no time to wonder why Marcus had decided to start giving orders again, Stanley’s body is already moving without his consent, reaching around Marcus and quickly undoing the restraint with just a few tugs. Marcus doesn’t waste any time. The instant his arms are free he grapples Stanley to the couch and keeps him pinned with one hand pinning him by his crossed wrists onto the cushions. With his other hand he spits aggressively into his palm and starts fingering Stanley’s ass. The middle finger of Marcus hand working its way into Stanley and finding the sweet spot instantly as if by magic.
“Oh fuck that’s it!” Stanley spreads his legs wide and arches his back, surrendering to Marcus’s power.
Marcus dives down again, swallowing Stanley’s dick in one motion and restarting the blowjob rhythm again. Stanley’s moans intensify, growing louder as he approaches climax again. This time Stanley can’t help himself. He holds back for as long as he can before he has to cum. Stanley gives Marcus a warning and thankfully Marcus keeps giving head anyway. When Stanley does cum Marcus sucks it up and swallows, only then does he let Stanley go.
“Ah,” Stanley grunts as Marcus gently pulls his fingers out. “That was gross” he pants, clearly pleased.
“Glad you liked it” Marcus heads towards the bathroom, presumably to clean up. “Don’t move” he says as he swaggers out of the room.
Suddenly Stanley is trapped on the couch, his hands stuck above his head as if Marcus is still pinning them down. In a way, he is. He doesn’t seem to realise Stanley would have to take him literally. In the meantime he all he can do is stay put, his legs still spread wide and his dick starting to get limp from satisfaction. As he’s unsure if speaking would count as moving all he could do is remain staring at the ceiling while the sounds of the tap running in the bathroom is all he can hear. His heart starts to race.
When Marcus finally returns he sits down on the couch beside Stanley, still happy to remain naked. “This is gonna be fun” he said, clapping his hands together. “You can talk, by the way. And move your head”
Stanley feels his muscle control return to him. “What the fuck man?! Let me move!” Stanley hit his head off the couch cushion in frustration, but the rest of his body remains paralysed.
Marcus just shakes his head “I know you didn’t notice the time go by so fast buddy but it’s after midnight. It has been ever since I made you untie me. That means you’re mine. I just want to make that clear.” While he spoke, Marcus felt the heft of Staley’s dick in his hand, stroking it just enough to keep it hard.
Stanley pushed his head back deep into the leather, grunting in discomfort as Marcus strokes his overly sensitive cock. “This isn’t funny dickhead, let me- hmmph! Mmmph!”
Marcus puts his hand over Stanley’s mouth, cutting him short. He keeps it clasped there while he speaks “You don’t get to argue with me. I know you’re new to this, but you’d better get used to our new dynamic” Marcus then looks down at the floor for a second, apparently looking for something. After a few seconds he reaches across and picks up his own boxer briefs, then he stuffs them in Stanley’s mouth. “These are to stay in there until I say so.”
“Wah-ee?” Stanley questioned, bewildered. If Marcus wants to keep him quiet he could just tell him not to speak. Ordering Stanley to chew on Marcus’s salty briefs seems like a needless middle step. Marcus ignores him, and instead decided to riffle through Stanley’s pockets until he finds the chastity key. He unlocks his dick and put the cage on the table.
“That was a weird feeling. You can move now. When you’re ready, put that on” Marcus points at the cock cage “Just as well you got the biggest size, eh? It was a little loose on me if I’m honest“
Stanley hears his feet thump up the stairs as Marcus takes them two at a time. He sits up and holds the chastity cage in his hands. This isn’t what he’d imagined being a slave under Marcus would feel like. Obviously Marcus decided to hit the ground running and make sure Stanley knows who’s in charge right away. But sitting on his couch gagged with his underwear while he waits for his dick to get soft enough to stuff into a metal cage isn’t exactly what Stanley had envisioned. After a few seconds his hard-on died down and Stanley slips the rings of the chastity cage around his balls and gently thumbs his dick into the metal tube.
Stanley had thoughts about not locking it. After all, Marcus never expressly told him to do so. But then the thought of what Marcus would do if he found out frightens Stanley a little too much to try and trick him. Marcus is obviously a master who’s happy to punish a bad slave.
Stanley locks his dick up and puts the keys on the table. It occurs to Stanley that Marcus hasn’t given any orders about what to do after putting on the chastity device. While he waits he puts on his own clothes, gingerly pulling his own briefs and jeans over his new hard metal crotch. His jaw instinctively bit down harder as Stanley pushed his head through the neck-hole of his t-shirt. It looks like even accidentally disobeying Marcus will prove difficult.
It wasn’t much longer before Marcus came thundering down the stairs. He’d slipped on some boxer shorts and a loose sleeveless vest. Upon arrival he looks Stanley up and down, seemingly perplexed. "Didn’t you bring pyjamas?”
Stanley signed through his gag. He manages to say “Uh-huh” and points towards his duffel, still sitting by the main door of the apartment.
Marcus grins. He put his hand just under Stanley’s jaw and say’s “Drop!” Stanley promptly spat out the underwear to which Marcus says “Good boy!” and ruffles Stanley’s hair.
“Now,” Marcus continued “tomorrow we have a lot to do so get ready for bed and I’ll show you our room.”
“Our room?” Stanley braced himself to be gagged again, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind him talking. Stanley’s guess is that it’s only if he says something disrespectful he’ll be gagged. Good to know.
Marcus tosses the now drool-stained briefs onto the floor “Get yourself ready for bed and I’ll show you, quickly I’m tired.”
Stanley hurried into a pair of stripped pyjama bottoms and a loose t-shirt. Then he carried his duffle to the upstairs bathroom where he brushed his teeth as fast as possible. It was only then that Marcus guided him into where he’d be sleeping. Marcus showed Stanley to a room which Stanley had never seen before. At first glance it seems like a pretty normal bedroom. A lot of good space and pretty tastefully decorated. It doesn’t feel like a room anyone regularly sleeps in, rather is has a spare bedroom kind of feel. . At the far end there’s a king sized bed with harsh black sheets. A large wooden structure frames the bed like a four poster except the beams are sturdier. Obviously they’re intended to support the weight or a man, or several men. Stanley can even spot metal loops imbedded into the frame for rigging rope through.
Stanley steps into the middle of the room. “So you want us to sleep in the same bed then.”
Marcus walks passed Stanley and sits on the bed. “Not really, I’ll be sleeping here, in this bed.” He said, gesturing towards the only bed in the room Stanley could see “and you” Marcus continued, but now with that cocky smirk on his face “will be sleeping here”
With that Marcus bents down and pulls back the sheet that hid the base of the bed from view, unveiling black bars. Marcus revealed that underneath the mattress the entire bed is suspended on top of a cage the same dimensions as the bed itself.
Marcus takes out his phone and thumbs something into the screen. The bed let out a small *beep* seemingly in response and the cage door clicked, unlocked. Marcus pulls the cage door open. “Get in”
Once again, Stanley doesn’t have time to think about what to say about this. His body obediently gets on his hands and knees at Marcus’s command, and crawls into the cage. The first thing he notices on the inside is that he is moving at a decline, so the cage must be at a lower level than the room itself. Sure enough from inside Stanley could see that he had about four feet of room from floor to ceiling, despite the fact that the bed outside is only about two feet off the ground. The entire base of the cage is covered in an inflated spongy material, not unlike a camping mattress. Beyond that the cage is almost entirely featureless, a black blanket and pillow had been provided but the only source of light came from the direction Stanley had just come through.
Marcus closed the cage door behind Stanley. “I hope you like you’re new digs.” He said, squatting down to look at Stanley through the bars. “The door is on a timer lock for 7am so when it goes off you need to get up and start cleaning the apartment. Make sure to have breakfast ready to serve by 8.”
With that Marcus pulled back the covering up the cage, leaving only a sliver of light at the bottom. Stanley can hear the sound of Marcus padding over to the door, shutting it, turning off the light, and getting into the bed above him. He listened to the rustling of the sheets and creak of the mattress. It occurs to Stanley this is just like a bunk bed, except with a kind of… class system.
Stanley waited until Marcus had settled in bed before he spoke. He won’t seriously make his closest friend sleep in a cage for a year, Stanley knows he won’t.
“Marcus?” Stanley spoke softly, but loud enough that he should be heard from under the bed.
Marcus sighed, “Yes Stanley?” he said, with a lazy drawl.
“Em… Nothing, sorry goodnight…” They can talk about it in the morning. Stanley lay down and got comfortable. He wasn’t expecting to hear anything until Marcus spoke again.
“Stanley?” Marcus said.
“Yes mate?” Stanley replied.
“Stay quiet until morning.”
“…”
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