Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 07 (M/t oral anal bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Jason, Sir?" Jake addressed me.
"What?"
"Would it be asking too much if I could cum?"
"I'll think about it."
I think he thought I would agree to it, readily. Instead, I walked over to the cupboard where Michael was cleaning himself up, trying to stuff his flaccid cock back into his black leather pants.
"Is it going to fit, Michael?"
Smiling, he said, "Now it will!"
I chuckled.
"How about your's?"
"No problem. It's a good thing that these leather pants have these little pieces that snap off."
"They're called chaps."
"This?" I asked, holding up the piece that snaps off.
"No. The leather pants. That is called a codpiece."
"Oh," is all I said, but added it to my bdsm vocabulary.
"You've got a lot to learn, Jason."
"Michael, you're not going to hurt Jake, after I'm gone, are you?"
After grinning, he said, "I can see you've grown attached to him."
"He's cute. I know he's nice to me sometimes because he wants something."
"I overheard how he want to cum and you refused him."
"Case in point."
"That's good. You have to learn no matter how nice a boy is, you can't give in to him. I'm proud of you, Jason."
I know Michael must have been giggling to himself. I even caught myself watching him stuff his meat back into his chaps, capping it closed with the codpiece. It wasn't half as much a chore for me to do!
"What are you going to do next?"
"I was going to work on Jake some, but now I guess since he's your property, I'll have to stick to working over the other two."
"What do you mean 'my' property, Michael?"
"If you're free during the week or next weekend, I think I'll invite him back."
"Do you think he's slave material?"
"He's got possibilities. For sure he likes you!"
Michael slapped his hand up against my ribs and smiled.
"So, you're not going to hurt him?"
"It's up to you, Jason. Like I said, he's your property. You rule him now."
"What do you think he wants?"
"It's not what 'he' wants, but what 'you' want," Michael lay down the rule, again tapping my ribs. "By the way, you look good in that harness and chaps, Jason."
"Thanks."
"But the sneakers gotta go. If you're around later you and I will go shopping for some boots."
"Me? And you? Go shopping?"
"Sure. You don't mind hanging out with me, do you?"
"But you're three years older than me."
"You're tall. Nobody'll probably know the difference, other than a year or so, maybe."
"I don't know. I came here with my friend."
"I'm sure Greg is keeping him busy."
"Oh, I guess you and Greg are no strangers."
"Of course. Who do you think helped train him?"
"You did a good job," I complimented him, in all sincerity.
"Thanks, Mar... I mean, Jason."
"Watch it, Michael, or I'll have to punish you!"
"Would that turn you on?"
"You're kidding, Michael? You take pain?"
"Moderately. If you want, you and I can play together sometime. Would be fun!"
I didn't know about that. Sure, I took a whipping from my dad, but I wasn't sure what Michael was driving at here. For sure I didn't want my balls used for a rodeo fun!
"What do you want me to do with Jake, Jason?"
"I don't know."
"Take him with you?"
"Let me ask Alex. Hey, where did he go?"
"Watch the name thing, Jason?"
"Oops! I did it again!"
"He'll get over it. It's not so apparent with... let's refer to him as 'A'?"
"Okay."
"After all, he goes by his professional name and nobody thinks that a doctor would be into this type of stuff, if you know what I mean?"
"Oh yeah. I do, Michael."
"Most likely 'A' went back to where Greg and your friend are. Can you find your way?"
"I don't think so, Michael."
"Alright. Well, let me get the monkey jock 'uncomfortable' and we'll go locate him for you."
"What are you going to do with him?"
"Come into my web, said the spider to the fly," Michael joked, putting his arm around my shoulders like we were buddies.
As we walked in the wiseass' direction, I saw Jake still kneeling there, being very obedient. Michael and I chatted softly to ourselves.
"How can he kneel like that on the bare cement floor and not have his knees hurt, Michael?"
"Probably does hurt, but he's doing it for you."
"For me? That means he likes me?"
"Could be. It's for certain that he likes you as a master."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. I didn't want to admit it to you an hour ago, but I think Jake's got the hots for you."
"How old is he?"
"Um, let me see," Michael replies, looking up, as if the answer is on the ceiling. Scratching under his chin, he replies, "Eighteen. He's a college freshman."
"Well, that's not that much older than me."
"Are you sixteen and half or sixteen or almost seventeen?"
"Sixteen, this month. What about Jake?"
"I'm not sure. Ask him."
"Ask him?"
"Sure. C'mon. Let's make some casual conversation, plus I'll show you how to humiliate him."
"Humiliate him? No, Michael."
"It's harmless, Jason. It's not like I'm going to hit him."
"You sure, Michael? Maybe I should get a lasso and attach it to your balls!"
Michael gave me a funny look and then led the way to where Jake was kneeling.
"How old are you?"
"Who me?" Jake asked, as if another guy kneeled next to him.
"You see any other faggots here?"
"Um, no....owwwch!"
"Michael?" I shouted out, after his hand struck Jake's cheek.
It wasn't as hard as he swatted the monkey jock, but enough to leave a pale red mark.
"Sorry, forgot Jason."
I could tell Jake didn't have a clue to what we meant. But he did make an obvious mistake that even 'I' knew should be categorized as an insolent remark.
With some glee, Jake commented, "So the little master is telling the big master what to do now, huh!"
Telling from the look on Michael's face, he restrained himself, for me. I felt for him, but I liked Jake too. Thinking fast, I hope I picked the right answer.
"I didn't like that comment, boy. No, I didn't like him one bit."
Jake's whole upbeat outlook died. Maybe it was one of his games of playing me, or an innocent mistake. Too late now.
"What punishment do you propose for this boy, Michael?"
Well, that left Michael happy.
"Fifty lashes?"
The kneeling jock's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
"What about something different?"
Jake relaxed some, but kept alert, staring at Michael.
"Something different, huh? Hmm..."
I think Michael sensed that I didn't want Jake in too much pain.
"How about...." he began.
"Yes?" Jake and I asked at the same time, which made us look at each other and smile.
For Jake that was a demeanor in itself, but I thought him to be so cute. I think Michael could see that I was far too gone on Jake's actions, the cuteness and being friendly, to ever be a master to him.
"I think twenty laps in the pool should do it."
"Laps? In the pool? You've got a pool down here?" I asked, doing what Jake did, looking around.
"No. Upstairs."
"But?"
"Jake?" Michael asked.
"Yes? Um, sir?"
"Let's face it Jake. You're not slave material."
Jake turned his attention to me and asked, "You didn't like the blowjob I gave you, Jason?"
Michael smiled, giggling.
"C'mon, Jake, stand up and let's get those cuffs off."
"What? I'm supposed to be in bondage another day, um sir?"
"Michael?" I questioned.
"Jake ain't no slave material, but I think you and he could be good sex buddies."
I didn't mind the sound of that. Unlike the wiseass hanging by his arms, it got Jake off the hook.
"So, you're taking me back to the college?"
"Depends on Jason here," Michael replied, motioning his head towards me.
"Want to hang out?" Jake piped up, addressing me.
I did want to hang out with Jake. Not on the end of a rope, with my arms straight up, but I wanted to get casual with him.
"You don't want to become a slaveboy, Jake?"
"Nah. It was fun to try out, but it's not really that much fun. I mean, I like the bondage and discipline stuff, but I'm not that great with pain."
"Just like I figured. You saw it to, Jason, you know."
"You did, Jason? You're a smart guy. I didn't know you were into it that much. I figured you're new at this. You sure fooled me!"
Michael and I smiled at each other.
"Be right back," Michael said, leaving us alone.
"Wrists hurt? Knees?"
"A little. Thanks for getting me out of there, Jason."
"No problemo, Jake."
"Are you in college?"
"Um," I stalled, looking around, "I can't say while we're in the dungeon."
"Oh right. I remember them saying something about secrecy. But damn!"
"What, Jake?"
"What happens if we click? I wouldn't be able to find you."
"Click?"
"Click. You know. Like each other."
"I've got a boyfriend already."
"So? Want another?"
I had to laugh at that, the way Jake said it.
Honestly, I told him, "I don't know." However, I was frank in asking, "Why? Is it because you want me to fuck you?"
Speaking nonchalantly, he replied, "Before, that's all I could think of, because it was part of 'the game', but now I can wait. Let's get to know each other, if that's okay."
I liked his answer and acknowledged it as being okay. Michael returned, hauling a sack over his shoulder.
"What's that?" I asked.
"My clothes," Jake replied for Michael. "Michael," Jake dropped the formalities, "had me put them in there when I stripped them."
"C'mon, Jake. You're not going to need to put them on right away."
Both of us followed Michael.
Jake turned and yelled, "See you guys! Have fun!"
I could see the wiseass grunt, but Michael had stuffed something in his mouth, so he couldn't be audible. The other guy, the one that got whipped hard with the strap, lay on a table, stretched out and tied down. He didn't mumble a word.
"Nice place."
"Oh, Mark...."
I realized quick that Michael had dropped the secret nick.
"Yes, 'Attory'?"
He smiled and corrected me, "Eh... E-t-t-o-r-e, Ettore."
"Oh."
Looking at only me, Jake inquired, "You're name is not Jason?"
"No, it's Mark and it's nice to meet you out in the real workd, Jake."
"Likewise."
"Um, what about me?" Ettore asked, with a left out feeling.
"After you slapped me?" Jake joked.
"Hey, sorry," Ettore replied, sympathetic.
As we walked, we talked.
"I want you to know Jake that I didn't want Ettore slapping you."
"Yeah, I could sense that he's a mean ogre!"
"You watch your mouth there Jake or I'll take you right back and throw you in chains!"
"You wouldn't?"
"He wouldn't do that Jake. Trust me."
He didn't say it, but Jake gestured by rubbing my back with his hand.
"Um, are you two going to get out of those Halloween costumes before we swim?"
It just dawned on Michael and I that we still donned out hoods, harnesses, chaps and footwear. We unzipped the back of our hoods first. I can't believe Jake's reaction to me.
"Heeeey! You're cute!"
After making the comment, Jake walks straight up to Mark, slaps his chest up against his and plants a kiss on his lips.
"What about me?" Ettore asks, smiling.
"I thought I was owned by Mark?"
"Hmm..." is all Ettore said, picking up his hood and harness. "Here, carry your own clothes!"
Tossing the bag to Jake, it almost bowled him over.
"Hey, wait for us, Ettore!"
We hustled to catch up to him.
"What happened to the elevator?"
"Alex is lazy. The stairs are good exercise."
"This place has an elevator?" Jake asked.
"Yeah and an indoor pool, if we ever get to it!" I replied, mocking out Ettore.
He smiled back at us.
"So, how old are you, Mark?"
"Sixteen. I already know you're eighteen."
"Yeah, but you're age is okay with me."
"So, you like sucking a sixteen year old's cock, Jake?"
"It was tasty. I like the size of your cock, Jason.. I mean Mark."
"Tough habit to break."
"What? Sucking your cock or the name?"
"Um.. both?"
"I really did like sucking your cock, Mark. I wouldn't have put in the effort to make it feel as good as it did, if I didn't like it."
"I thought you liked me, Jake."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, Mark. I do like you. I liked your voice, even though I couldn't see your face. I'd like to get to know you better."
"But I have a boyfriend, besides Jake, you're older than me."
"Told you that that doesn't bother me. It's not the age of a guy or his looks, even though you're a great looking guy, Mark. If you're friendly and nice, then that's all that matters to me."
"Oh, then you don't like my cock?"
Jake laughed. I seemed to lock him into a 'catch22' situation.
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I didn't feel half as bad leaving Aron, when I saw he and Greg lying out under a couple of sunlamps.
"Comfortable?" I asked.
Right away Aron turns over, jumps up from his position and bolts for me. Not even stopping to look at my outfit, he hugs and kisses me.
Ettore asks Jake, "How about a beer?"
For now, Jake follows Ettore over to the bar. While hugging Aron, I watch Jake's cute butt trail him.
"I missed you so much, Mark."
"Me too, Aron."
He then backed off and took in the 'look'.
"What's all this?"
"Dungeon gear," I reduced the detail for him.
"You look good in it."
"You do," Greg said, suddenly appearing there beside us.
"Thanks," I replied to both of them, "but I'd really like to get out of it and into the pool."
Greg replied, "Here, let me help you with that."
Aron and I both watched as Greg literally stripped me. He started with the harness, letting Aron hold it as he went for my midsection. It's the first time I ever had anybody undress me, except when I was almost a baby. I don't know if Greg did it on purpose, but while undoing the chaps, his hand brushed against the inside, stimulating the hell out of my cock and balls!
"Hey look! You're hard, Mark!"
I don't know if Aron knew that it had been Greg's coaxing that got me started.
"Yeah, it's you doing it to me, Aron."
I could have sworn I heard Greg make some kind of noise, in protest of my reasoning. Greg did a good job though, right down to untying my sneaker laces, removing the sneaks and then my smelly white socks. Another thing. I think he took pleasure taking in the odor. 'Weird', I thought! Not wasting a minute more, I took a run and dove into the pool. Compared to the hot, sweaty dungeon this felt awesome against my skin. Looking up, I saw Aron heave the harness into Greg's arms and he hightailed it towards the pool rim. I always told Aron, while skinny dipping at the swimming hole, that he should've been born a fish. His agility was amazing.
"So, what did you do all day?"
"Swam, ate, sunned under these lamps. They don't burn you or anything, except when you want them to."
"Want them to, Aron?"
"Yep. Greg told me that some guys like to be staked out and take the heat of the sunlamps."
"He did, did he?"
"Yes, I did!"
Again Greg appeared without as much as a ripple in the pool.
"It's a whole different feeling being controlled with hot, lights that resemble the sun."
"Is this part of the bdsm?"
"You might say that," Greg replied.
Aron burst out with, "Greg told me about this guy that wanted to be covered with suntan lotion. Tell Mark about it, Greg," the fifteen year old badgered Greg.
As he got comfortable with the two nude teens, he unraveled the story of one such guy.
"He came for the weekend. His name was John, twenty year old college guy. He wasn't one of these worked out dudes. Not fat or anything. More stocky. Ettore's cousin Vincenzo had been visiting, so John became their entertainment."
"And this John agreed to this?"
"Oh yeah, he did and more," Ettore stated, slipping into the pool, along with Jake, each holding a mug of beer.
They set the mugs at the pool's edge. The five sat in the shallow end of the pool, the water line just below their nips.
"What do you mean by more?" I asked.
Ettore spelled it out, "Vincenzo, that's my cousin, kept suggesting things and John gobbled it up. In fact, he became somewhat attached to Vincenzo and his demeanor."
Greg adds, "Vincenzo isn't as compassionate as Ettore."
Bluntly, in a stern manner, Ettore says, "Did I give you permission to speak, Greg?"
Aron, my love belts out, "Alex gave him permission."
"Oh. Okay."
But Ettore still didn't give him the floor.
Jake asked, "Is Greg a... um..."
"Servant," Aron again replied on Greg's behalf.
"What's the difference between that and a slave?"
"I'll tell you later," Ettore replied.
I then got the impression that I was off the hook with Jake. In reality maybe I did mean only a hot fuck with him. He seemed to be getting more aquainted with Ettore now.
"So, what about this guy?"
"Oh yeah, so back home in Vincenzo's dungeon complex."
"Dungeon complex?" I interrupted Ettore.
"Yeah, he's got both an indoor and outdoor playground, hee hee... well, he likes outdoor play, so he talked John into some outdoor play, but utilizing the sunlamps. When the time came, he tied John eagle-spread to the floor. John had a very hairy chest and stomach. He shaved circles around John's nips. Then he applied suntan lotion all over John's body, except his nips."
"Except his nips?"
"Yeah, then he turned the lamps on for a couple of hours. Every area of John's body repelled the rays, except his nips which burned. Remember that Greg, how Vincenzo laughed when the guy writhed in pain at the burning sensation of his nips?"
"Yes," Greg replied lowkeyed.
I don't know if Aron or even Jake observed this, but I got the feeling that Ettore and Greg didn't get along. Maybe Ettore's inclusion of Greg was meant for our benefit, but it wasn't hiding the fact, to me.
"Tell him how John reacted, Greg?"
Greg hesitated. They stare at each other. It's this side of Ettore that I didn't care for.
"Yeah, well, yes, John did squirm about. As best he could, that is. Vincenzo did tie him down very tightly."
I asked, "Were his nips all red?"
"Very much so. They let him carry on til he begged to have them stop."
'Them', I figured to include Ettore.
"Then did they doctor them up?"
Greg again looked over at Ettore.
"Keep on Greg. You're a natural storyteller," Ettore replied, taking a chug of beer down.
"They took down to the dungeon, tied him tightly, eagle-spread and standing. They put clamps on his nips and weights."
"What-tha-fuck?"
Two things took place. I was aghast at such barbarous torture and secondly, I found my cock jutting out, aligned with my legs, hard as a rock. It confused the hell out of me.
Ettore broke in, "John's cock stood at full mast and was leaking profusely."
"He wasn't in pain?"
"Yeah, that's the point. John loved the pain."
Aron says, "Maybe I want to try that!"
"You're 'not' tryint that Aron!" I told him.
I think Ettore got mixed reactions. Of course, me being a 'green' master, wouldn't have an inclination to do that kind of brutality.
"Oh, okay Mark."
Then again, Ettore smiled. Most likely he approved of the fix I had on Aron's thoughts.
"So, is that all your cousin did, Ettore?"
"Oh no. When Vincenzo has free reign over a guy, he better know he's going to be suffering. Why don't you fill them in on all the fun Vincenzo had, Greg?"
"No."
"What the fuckin' shit, Greg?"
Ettore stood up in the water, totally pissed off. He threw his beer glass down into the pool, landing near Greg, who retrieved it before it sunk. He set it on the ledge.
"I'm on free will time with Alex. I don't feel like explaining anything for you."
Just then Alex walks in, donning a robe, open in the front. He strips it and hops into the pool.
"What's all this?"
Ettore says indignantly, "Greg's looking for it, that's all."
"Greg?"
Greg stood there. Aron and I looked at each other, perplexed. Why wasn't Greg defending himself? So, who does the deed, but Aron!
"Greg's on free will and Ettore's bossing him around!"
Alex began laughing out loud, then replies, "From the mouths of babes!"
Then Alex moves towards Ettore, putting his arm around his shoulder.
"Come on, Ettore. Lighten up."
"I don't like Greg's attitude."
Again, Greg stood there, not uttering a word. Alex looks on the other side of Ettore.
"Heeey, isn't this?"
I replied, "Jake from the dungeon."
"Mind explaining this Ettore?"
I liked Ettore, however for this instant I hoped he got hell from Alex for bringing Jake up from the dungeon!
"He's not slave material. I kind of like him. I'm going to keep him around for awhile."
Well, I guess that separates the college men from the highschoolers!
"I see. Did you forget about the rules, Ettore?"
"I'm willing to take the consequences."
"And what about the others here? Did you take that into consideration?"
Alex had shamed Ettore into humiliation.
Jake spoke up, saying, "Hey, I'm not going to blow the whistle on any of you. I think you're all cool guys!"
Lucky for Ettore that Jake did that on his behalf, but I sensed that Jake is that kind of guy anyway. He's not out to bust chops, as long as a guy keeps his mouth and ass full!
Alex patted Ettore's back, saying, "Let's hope so, for your sake, Ettore."
I think Ettore and I had been on the same plane with this, knowing Jake's motives. However, even though Jake had 'cock' on the brain, he had a nice personality.
"So, how did you like your afternoon, Mark?"
"I can't believe how many punches that guy took in the gut."
"He's used to it. Dugan's a real workout freak. He takes a lot of pride in his abs," Jake reported to us.
"Do you know him well?" I inquired.
"Jerry Dugan and I grew up together. We liked each other a lot and figured we'd go to the same college, shack up together and be a couple."
"Oh?" Alex questioned.
"Yeah, but things didn't work out the way we intended. Well, you see, Jerry..."
Suddenly Jake's deameanor went bleak. Then Ettore exhibited a totally different view than we all experienced. He put his right hand around Jake's neck, as his holding him.
"It's okay, we won't make you relive the past, buddy."
"No, I... I'm over it. Jerry met another guy. I guess he preferred a worked out body, instead of a runt like me."
Ettore moved closer, reached over with his other hand and placed it on Jake's stomach.
"Hey, we can fix that. I was thinking of hitting a gym anyway."
Jake smirked at the nice thought.
"There's another rule you broke, Ettore."
"Oh? And what's that, Alex?" Ettore asks.
"Falling for a guy you're supposed to be torturing?"
Alex meant it in a sly, joking manner. Ettore caught on. Pushing Alex into the pool, deeper, he fell forward. Ettore jumped on him and they began wrestling in the water. Alex bounced right back. Us guys cheered on our favorite warrior, as the two fought playfully on top and under the water.
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Guess whom Greg rooted for? continued.........
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