Brokeback Island

The next day, Mark awoke early in the morning to once more get up with Vaughn. "Hey," Vaughn whispered as the little blonde rubbed his eyes sleepily. "You don't have to get up yet."

"No, I want to," Mark insisted, crawling out of the bed. As Vaughn showered, Mark was busy in the kitchen, making coffee and getting ready to make breakfast. As soon as he heard the shower go off, he began scrambling eggs and toasting bread, wanting everything to be fresh and hot. He poured the just brewed coffee into a large mug, then added milk to the brim. He set that in front of the plate he had already set for Vaughn.

He saw Vaughn step out of the bathroom with a towel at his waist, so he started to fix a plate. He spilled scrambled eggs on the counter when he became absorbed in watching Vaughn - the cowboy tossed his towel aside and stood naked as he got clean clothes out of the dresser. His body was so long and lean and perfect; Mark couldn't help but stare in amazement at him. But he finally broke away and turned his attention back to the food, cleaning up the mess hurriedly and setting the plate on the counter. He fixed himself a plate with what was left, then poured himself some juice and sat down at the table, waiting for Vaughn to join him.

Vaughn had finished dressing and strode over. "What's all this?" he drawled.

"Breakfast." Mark gave him a cute smile, and Vaughn smirked, sitting down to eat.

"Huh. I never eat breakfast," he grunted, but didn't hesitate to eat what was in front of him. Mark smiled, pleased, and then ate his own food.

After Vaughn had gone to work, Mark set to cleaning and tidying up. But it only took a short amount of time, as he had cleaned yesterday as well, so he found himself bored. Yesterday he had had the whole "sell the farm" thing to eat up most of the day, but now he seriously considered how he was going to spend the time that Vaughn was at work. There was no slaving to do if the Master wasn't around. He thought about it as he took a shower.

He suddenly thought of the coffee shop, and decided to go down there and have something. He could ask Greta or whoever else was there what there was to do around here. He got dressed and set out, carefully locking the door behind himself, then went down to the shop.

Greta recognized him and greeted him warmly. "Well, well, if it isn't Mark. Do you live around here, honey?"

Mark nodded. "Well, now I do. I moved in with Vaughn," he said shyly.

Greta looked positively shocked. "Moved in! Oh my word! I was surprised that he even had a friend, then a boyfriend, and now it's a live in boyfriend. My goodness!" She clucked her tongue. "I knew that cowboy wasn't as full of dark clouds as he liked everyone to believe."

Mark giggled. "Anyway, I was wondering what there is to do around here? I'm kind of bored."

Greta stared at him. "You mean you don't have a job or anything?"

Mark blushed and shook his head. "Well, not anymore. I had a farm, but I kind of sold it to come live here."

"And Vaughn's just going to take care of you? Like a sugar daddy?"

Mark blushed more. "No...well, yes...kind of...I do things for him. Oh!" He yelped when he saw the amused look on Greta's face. "I mean I do things like cleaning and cooking. I didn't mean I do things like that! Well, I mean, I do do things like that, but ...oh!" He buried his red face in his hands, embarrassed of the hole he had dug himself into.

Greta just shook her head and smiled warmly. "You're just adorable, pumpkin. Listen. We need some help around here. Would you like a job?"

Mark peeked out of his hands, his blush fading. "Oh yes! But...I don't know how to make all those fancy coffee drinks."

Greta laughed. "That's all right. We can teach you later. We just need help here and there - clearing tables, washing dishes, sweeping, taking drinks over to customers; that kind of thing. Think you can handle it?" Mark nodded eagerly. "Okay, then you're hired." Greta clapped him on the shoulder. "All right. I'll get you an apron." Mark blanched for a moment, worried that he would have to wear a frilly flowered thing like Greta had on, but sighed in relief when she handed him a simple black one. He tied it on and then followed her around as she explained things to him.

So that was how he came to work at the cafe. He was quick to learn new things, and was soon a great help to Greta. She was just fine with the hours and days he could work - he specified that he could only come in after Vaughn went to work and had to leave at least an hour before Vaughn came home, so that he could still keep house for Vaughn. He also wanted Wednesdays and Thursdays off, since that was the days Vaughn would go to the island. He still wasn't sure if Vaughn would bring him along, but he wanted to be free just in case.

Mark put in a full day at the cafe, then headed home at 4pm to get ready for Vaughn's homecoming. He began to fix dinner, and laid down for a nap on the couch as the casserole he made baked in the oven. Vaughn arrived home before the timer went off, and smiled warmly at the rumpled looking blonde on his couch. He moved over and sat on the edge of the cushion, reaching down and ruffling Mark's hair. "Hey there."

Mark fluttered his eyes open, then smiled up at Vaughn. "Hey," he yawned, then sat up and sleepily threw his arms around his neck, planting a crooked kiss on his mouth.

Vaughn chuckled. "See, you're all tired. I told you that you didn't have to get up before the sun just because I do."

Mark stifled another yawn. "No, it's not that." His eyes sparkled. "I got a job." He explained about Greta and the cafe.

Vaughn smirked. "It's all fine with me - as long as you don't start slacking at your real job - being my slave."

"Oh, of course not," Mark breathed, snuggling up close to him. He peeked up at him. "But...if I did, would I get a spanking?"

Vaughn narrowed his eyes playfully at him. "A whipping."

Mark squealed and jumped up. Vaughn took the opportunity to slap the boy hard on the ass, earning another heated squeal. Mark hustled over to the fridge and got Vaughn a beer, then hurried back to the kitchen area as the timer for the oven went off. He got out the casserole dish, and then the two of them ate dinner.

After it was done and cleaned up, Vaughn backed Mark towards the bed. He got a lusty look on his face. "You know, I still haven't tried out that paddle."

Mark flushed with excitement. "Oh! And I've been so bad today, too."

"Have you?" Vaughn asked, leaning down to nip at his ear. "Oh, well, then I'll have to punish you for that." Mark just moaned, and Vaughn's hands tugged viciously at Mark's pants. "Take these down, slave. You're going to get a paddling you won't soon forget." Mark moaned happily and undid his pants as Vaughn retrieved the paddle. The cowboy sat on the edge of the bed, his bent legs jutting forward. "Over my knee," he ordered, and Mark lowered his pants and underwear to his upper thighs, then leaned forward over Vaughn's long legs.

Vaughn fondled Mark's perfect little ass for a moment, feeling his arousal stirring within him. "Oh Master, I'm so sorry for being bad," Mark pleaded. "I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"That you will," Vaughn assured him. "But first, you'll take the punishment that's coming to you." Mark gave a heartbreaking whimper, and hung his head in defeat. Vaughn smirked and then held up the paddle. "Five strikes," he announced, then wasted no time in delivering the first blow. It landed with a ripping smack that surprised both men, and Mark cried out in pain.

"Is it too much?" Vaughn whispered, not truly wanting to hurt the boy.

"No," Mark panted. "It just surprised me. Please, keep going. I need it so bad." Vaughn growled with satisfaction and smacked him again. This time, his cry was much more full of pleasure. "Oh!" Mark breathed. Vaughn smirked and whacked him again. "Mmmph!" Mark vocalized. Two more blows came hard and fast, punctuated by Mark's cries of pleasure and pain.

Vaughn looked down at Mark's very red ass in satisfaction and lust. He urged the boy off his lap and onto the bed. "Oh yeah," he grunted. "There's nothing I like better than fucking your ass after I've punished it." They both disrobed quickly, and Vaughn pulled away to lube himself up. He placed his hands on Mark's still stinging bottom and parted him, then nestled his hips up close, bumping the head of his cock up against Mark's entrance. "Ohhh..." he groaned. "I want you so bad."

"Please, fuck me," Mark begged. His own erection was swollen with lust, and it felt desperately tight. He wanted nothing more than to relieve it. Vaughn obliged him with a low groan, easing just the tip in. Mark bucked back against him, taking in another inch. Vaughn continued to press inside of him, both men moaning with pleasure. Vaughn clutched at Mark's hips, pulling him back against him.

"Oh, you are so tight," he moaned. Mark just sighed in response, relaxing as Vaughn fucked him perfectly. He could feel himself being stimulated from the inside, and even though he had yet to touch himself, he felt like he would erupt any second.

"V-Vaughn," he said brokenly. "I'm gonna come... keeping doing it...just like that..."

"Like this?" Vaughn asked, straining to hold himself back from ejaculating just yet. He slid in and out of Mark, leaning a little to the left.

"Ohhh, yessss," Mark moaned, then cried out sharply as he began to come. "Vaughn! Vaughn!"

"Oh, Mark," Vaughn groaned, as he let go as well. They collapsed forward, panting with satisfaction. Vaughn kissed at Mark's neck, causing him to make a sound that was like a kitten's purr. They lay together for a while, breathing heavily, and then Vaughn carefully withdrew. He lay back on the bed as Mark cleaned up, then the boy laid down with him and snuggled up against him. He quickly fell asleep out of exhaustion, and Vaughn chuckled, pulling the covers up over him.

The next day, Mark returned to work at the cafe. Greta gave him a steaming latte on a saucer, and Mark stepped carefully in the direction she indicated, holding his breath out of fear that he would spill it. He made it to the table, and let out a relieved breath as he set the cup down.

"New at this?" Mark started a little as the customer spoke to him. The man, who was middle aged, looked up at him amiably. He had bushy black hair and eyebrows, and a genial expression. Mark nodded shyly. "Well, you're doing a good job," the customer reassured him. Mark smiled gratefully. "I'm David," the man explained. "I come here a lot." Mark nodded again, then went bustling off in the other direction as Greta called out for him. The man chuckled to himself at Mark's skittishness.

About an hour later, Mark was wiping up tables when he noticed David still there. They smiled at each other, and Mark eyed the small trinkets splayed out on the table. "What's that?" he asked.

"Oh, some of my magic tricks. I'm a magician," he explained. Mark sat down at the table with him and watched breathlessly as David gave a demonstration using the coins, cards, and balls he had with him.

"Wow," Mark whispered. "That was amazing."

"Glad you liked it," David beamed. "Well, gotta get going. I have a show today. See you around, Mark!" He gave him a little wink, and tapped his nose, then appeared to pull a quarter out of thin air. Mark giggled and waved goodbye, then returned to cleaning. Mark finished up his work and then returned to the apartment. He prepared dinner for Vaughn, who came home shortly after.

Vaughn kissed him hello and took a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of food cooking. "You're spoiling me, you know," he smirked.

"Oh, but I want to," Mark breathed. He wrapped his arms around Vaughn's waist and hugged him tightly. Vaughn patted the smaller man on his head.

"So cute," he murmured, then pulled away gently to go get cleaned up for dinner. Mark remembered something, and asked.

"Hey, when you go back to the island on Wednesday, are you going to leave me here, or...?"

Vaughn dried off his hands. "Hmm, I didn't even think about it. Well, I suppose you can come with me. Is that what you want?" he asked, but he knew the answer. Mark was already nodding vigorously. "You silly little thing," he muttered, but he was smiling. "Well, you can pack your overnight bag, and we can stay together at the inn." Mark couldn't hide his grin as he dished up dinner. "It's a pretty rough ride though - we have to go on the early morning cargo boat with all the livestock."

"I don't care," Mark murmured, eating happily. Vaughn smirked, and turned his attention to his food. Afterwards, while Mark was washing dishes, Vaughn crept up behind him and nipped at his ear. "Ooh!" Mark cried, then yelped as Vaughn effortlessly scooped him up in his arms. He carried Mark to the bed, and threw him down there. Mark bounced once and giggled, his hair falling in his eyes. His breath caught in his throat as Vaughn hovered over him, the smoldering look of lust in his eyes unmistakable. He leaned down and began practically ripping Mark's clothes off.

Mark squealed with happiness as Vaughn pulled him by the legs to the edge of the bed. Vaughn paused to disrobe and lube himself up, then he came back and penetrated Mark fully. Mark cried out at being taken so quickly, but it quickly turned into moans of pleasure. Vaughn's thrusts were powerful, and the look on his face was intense. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he said harshly through gritted teeth. Mark closed his eyes and let himself be rammed over and over again, hearing each slap as the top of Vaughn's thighs hit the underside of his. He groaned with pleasure when Vaughn took him in hand and began rapidly stroking him.

Vaughn leaned over him, his face right above Mark's, and his long silver hair hung down, tickling Mark. "You like being my slave?" he hissed.

"Yes, Master," Mark moaned, enraptured.

"Ohhh...that's a good slave. Mmm...oh shit," he groaned. The cadence of his thrusts changed slightly. "Oh, oh, oh..." he articulated his pleasure in the form of several gasps, as he unexpectedly went over the edge. He felt his pent up seed burst forth deep inside of Mark. He let go of Mark to support himself with both arms as he panted with satisfaction, and Mark took the opportunity to seize his own member and pump it erratically. He knew he was close himself, and soon he was there too, spraying semen across his own chest as he cried out over and over.

Vaughn sighed with pleasure, then leaned down and kissed the little blonde. They rolled apart and cleaned up. After that, they got ready for bed, then snuggled on the couch and watched a movie. Mark chattered happily throughout the movie, until he suddenly fell quiet. Vaughn glanced down at the younger man, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder. Vaughn smirked, then quietly shut off the TV, picked him up carefully and put him in bed. He then disrobed and climbed in next to him, spooning him gently and listening to him breathe.

The next day was Tuesday, and Mark went down to the cafe to help out as planned after Vaughn went to work. He put on his apron behind the counter, and then hurried out to bus some tables that had been vacated. He recognized the magician from the day before, sitting on one of the couches, and he waved him a small hello. The man beckoned him closer, and Mark hesitatingly stepped forward. "Pick a card, any card," David said in his best performer voice. Mark laughed and selected one, then put it back in the deck, and was amazed when David correctly guessed it.

"How do you do that?" he asked, genuinely intrigued.

David waggled a finger. "A true magician never shares his secrets," he explained, and Mark nodded, continuing to clean up. David watched him for a little while, then went back to reading his paper.

Mark took the dirty dishes behind the counter and set them in the sink, then prepared to wash them. Just then, Greta called out to him to carry out a drink. Mark dried his hands off and hurried out. When he saw the latte, he smiled. "That must be for David, right?"

Greta laughed. "You're already recognizing regulars and their usual. You're good, honey." Mark smiled bashfully and took the latte out to David, setting it down beside him carefully.

"I guessed that this was yours," he said, feeling proud of himself.

David beamed. "Did you? Well, isn't that nice? You're such a cute kid." He picked up his cup and took a sip, winking at Mark over the steam rising from it. Mark smiled back weakly and retreated behind the counter. He didn't know why, but when David had said he was cute and winked, it had made him feel weird. He had felt a distinctly avuncular vibe coming from the man to start with, but the way he had said "cute" had seemed less like an uncle and more like someone who was trying to hit on him. He went back into the kitchen and scrubbed the dishes furiously, trying to get the weird feeling to go away.

When he went out from the kitchen about an hour later, he started a little when he saw that David was still there. The man looked up at him and smiled welcomingly. He beckoned once more, and Mark stepped forward, a little more hesitatingly this time.

"Here's another trick," David explained. He did some stunts with a coin, then it seemed to vanish into thin air. Mark laughed softly, then turned to go, thinking that was all there was to it. "No, wait," David urged him, and Mark turned around. "Come closer." Mark did so reluctantly. "Oh, I think I see the coin," David laughed, and reached out. He slipped his fingers into Mark's underarm. Mark didn't expect it and flinched, causing David's hand to change course slightly on its return path, brushing up against his nipple through the shirt as he drew the coin out. The coin made a distinctive clank against Mark's nipple ring.

"Oho! What was that?" David asked curiously. "Are you hiding your own tricks up your sleeve?"

"No, not really," Mark said quietly, giving a half hearted laugh. He was feeling decidedly creeped out, and he started to back away.

"It's okay," David said. "I like boys with jewelry." He winked for emphasis, and at that point, Mark could stand no more and fled without ceremony to the kitchen. He looked desperately for something to do, and seized up a broom and began to sweep the small room. He was shaking a little, feeling extremely weirded out for some odd reason. He didn't now what it was, but he didn't feel right around David any more.

There was only so much sweeping he could do, and there were no more dishes to be washed, so he shamefacedly crept out from his hiding place a while later. He glanced out on the floor, and cringed when he saw that David was still there. Greta called out to him then. "One latte up, Mark. I'm sure you know where to take it." She smiled, but Mark was unable to return her smile, taking up the cup and walking out with dread towards David. He kept his eyes on the cup, setting it down and turning to go without a word.

Mark stiffened up when David reached out and grasped his wrist. "Hey, what's wrong, Mark?" he asked, the caring tone of his voice belying the creepy look on his face.

"I just have a lot of work to do," Mark said quietly, and tried to move away. However, David wouldn't let go of his wrist.

"You know, I know other kinds of magic. I'd like to show you some of my tricks...in private." Mark sucked in his breath sharply and refused to look at the man. He began to shake a little.

"I have work to do," he repeated tonelessly, wanting to avoid conflict, but wanting desperately to get away from the man.

"Come on," David said smoothly. "I'd love to see that jewelry of yours. When do you get off of work?"

"I-I don't know," Mark stammered. "I-I-I have a boyfriend."

"So?" David asked, smiling with all his teeth. "That's all right. We can go to my place. I'll wait for you to get off." Mark jerked his wrist away then and scurried off. This time, he hid in the kitchen longer, tears forming in his eyes. He agonized over what to do. He wasn't sure if he had done or said something to lead the man on, and he felt just awful either way.

Greta eventually found him shaking and tearing up against the wall. "Mark? What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"

"No...I..." Mark burst out in tears, and couldn't speak. Greta patted him on the shoulder, a little puzzled.

"There, there," she cooed. "You can tell Greta."

"Th-th-that man," Mark blubbered. "The magician. He's saying things."

"Saying things?" Greta asked. "Like what?"

Mark cried a little harder, not knowing how to explain. "He says he's going to wait for me to get off work...because he wants to show me tricks in private."

Greta's eyes widened. "He said that?" Mark nodded, swallowing his sobs. "Oh my," she said. "Don't worry. I'll go talk to him."

Mark grabbed her hand. "No, please, don't make him mad. If you say something, he might get even weirder. Maybe he'll just go away." Greta tried to reason with Mark, but he insisted that her saying anything would only make the situation worse. "If I can just stay back here and do stuff, just until he goes away, it'll be okay."

Greta mused this. "Well, it's a better time than any to teach you how to use the register and to make some drinks." Mark nodded, wiping his tears away, and then cautiously left the kitchen with her. He avoided looking out at the rest of the cafe, concentrating downwards on the register. After a while, Greta whispered to him. "He's gone, honey." Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He was able to concentrate better on his lesson, and learned the register in no time.

The day went by quickly, and it wasn't long before Mark set out for home. He was rounding the corner as he left the cafe, but froze when he saw David there. "Hey there, kid," he said in a slightly sinister voice. Mark's body came back to life, and he sprinted past him, hurrying up the stairs. "It's okay!" David assured him, not very convincingly. Mark ran up the stairs at breakneck speed until his legs and lungs were burning, and scrambled to get the door unlocked. He hurried inside and slammed the door behind him, locking it and leaning against it. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he sunk to his knees.

"What's wrong?" He snapped his head up as Vaughn's voice came in sharply. Vaughn was coming from out of the bathroom, and he looked very concerned.

"Oh, Vaughn..." Mark began, then dropped his head and sobbed into his knees again.

Vaughn hurried over and stooped to meet him, grasping him by the shoulders. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice tense. Mark explained between sobs. "Let's go downstairs together," Vaughn said, his voice strained. Mark protested weakly, but Vaughn was already helping him to his feet, and unbolting the door. Mark felt comforted when Vaughn took him by the hand, lacing their fingers together. He squeezed Vaughn's hand, and Vaughn squeezed his in response, but his face was a mask of stoicism.

They went down the two flights of stairs, and turned down the street towards the cafe. David was still there, leaning against the wall outside, smoking a cigarette. "That's him," Mark murmured. Vaughn then let go of his hand and stormed up to David, slapping his cigarette away and pushing him into the wall, one hand gripping his shoulder fiercely and the other grasping his jaw. He stood a head taller than the magician, and he stared him down.

"I got magic tricks too, fucker. I can make you disappear," he growled in a very low voice. David's eyes got wide, and he squirmed futilely. "I suggest you find a new coffee shop to haunt, or you'll be literally haunting places. Got it?" David squawked and attempted to nod. Vaughn released him with a rough shove sideways, and the man ran off down the street.

Mark had been watching, wringing his hands, and Vaughn turned to him. He reached out and caressed Mark's face with a much lighter hand than he had used on David. "He's not going to bother you anymore, darlin'," he assured him. Mark nodded up at him with tears brimming in his eyes. They went upstairs together, and Vaughn bolted the door behind him, then took Mark into his arms. He hugged him tightly, rocking a little back and forth. "I'm sorry you had to get scared," he whispered, leaning down and kissing the boy on the head. "Hey. Hey. Cheer up. We're going on vacation tomorrow, right?" Mark looked up at him in confusion, then realized he meant going to the island. He nodded, drying his tears.

"You don't have to cook for me tonight, okay? Let's order a pizza," Vaughn said, and Mark managed a smile. Vaughn's face got serious. "I am never going to let anything happen to you, do you understand? You belong to me, and I'll never let anyone hurt you or make you feel bad." Mark sighed happily and leaned into him, pressing his face into his shirt, feeling very safe as Vaughn stroked his hair lightly.