Brokeback Island

Chapter 17

Mark took the next couple days off from work, because he was still feeling very weak. The nurse had advised him to eat foods that were easy on his stomach, so he was sticking to bananas, applesauce, rice, and things like that. He still cooked "real food" for Vaughn, and he was stirring a small pot of cream stew when Vaughn came home on Sunday night. The jingle of Vaughn's keys in the door made his heart leap with happiness; and he turned the burner to the lowest setting, laid the spoon aside and hurried forward to greet him.

Vaughn was met with a very enthusiastic neck hug and several kisses on his face. He smirked as he gently extricated himself from the boy, who was almost climbing on him in his eagerness. "What're you so happy about?" he grunted as he tossed his hat on the table.

"Because you're home," Mark breathed, his cheeks pink with joy. "I've been so lonely."

This touched Vaughn's heart. Mark's unabashed devotion and admiration was infinitely pleasing to him. He reached out and tilted Mark's chin up, kissing him softly. "Heh. You're so darn cute." Mark shivered with happiness, hugged Vaughn tightly around the waist, then scurried back into the kitchen to check on dinner. He was humming to himself as Vaughn stepped into the kitchen area, getting himself a beer.

"I've been thinking," Mark began. "When I get better, I want to go shopping and get some new clothes. My stuff is mostly dumb old farmer duds." He pointed down at his current ensemble of well worn baggy jeans and a beat up orange T-shirt. "So...what do you want me to get?"

Vaughn leaned back on the counter and took a long drink of beer. "Huh? What does it matter?"

"It matters! I want to look cute for you!"

"I already told you. You are cute, darlin'."

Mark smiled, but insisted. "But, I want to look hot. Like what you do think looks sexy on a guy?"

Vaughn smirked. "Nothing."

Mark furrowed his brow, opening his mouth to speak, and then he laughed when he got what Vaughn was saying. "Yeah, well, I can't go out naked in public. So you don't have any opinions?" Vaughn shrugged, and Mark sighed.

"Darlin', I'm sure you'll be a much better judge of what looks good on you than me. I trust that you'll pick some cute stuff. Oh," he made a face as he thought of something. "You know what I don't like?" Mark shook his head, waiting in anticipation. "Fucking purple bandanas and fisherman pants. Looks retarded." Mark giggled at that, remembering Denny's usual outfit.

"Okay, if you trust me." He ladled cream stew in a bowl for Vaughn, then walked over to the table and set it down. Then he made his plate with dry toast, a bowl of applesauce, and a banana.

"You still eating that freak food?" Vaughn grunted, motioning at his plate.

"It's not freak food!" Mark protested. "The nurse said to eat stuff like this until I feel all better."

Vaughn raised an eyebrow as he swallowed a mouthful of stew. "You still feel sick?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Well, no; not sick to my stomach. I just feel kind of weak. But it's a lot better today." He ate a spoonful of applesauce.

"I just don't know if that's enough food to keep a person alive."

Mark shrugged as he peeled the banana. "Should be fine. Maybe it's not enough food for someone as big as you, but I'm pretty little. I'm only 120 pounds."

"Is that all you weigh? Huh. I thought I was just really strong, being able to carry you around. And you're barely heavier than a bag of feed." Vaughn smiled. He loved how small Mark was; it was really a turn on for him to be so much larger. "How tall are you, anyway?"

Mark bit into the banana. "Five foot five."

"Hmm. I'm 6'2". What a difference, huh?"

"Yeah, nine inches." He giggled. "I can think of something else that's about nine inches." Mark stuck the banana in his mouth, and Vaughn smirked.

"Oh? Is it that big? Did you measure it while I was asleep?"

"No! It's just that...my hand is about six inches long, and it's one and a half of my hand. So..." He blushed and looked down into his applesauce.

"You were measuring it. How do you know how long your hand is exactly, anyway?" Mark let out a little squeak.

"Okay, maybe I did measure it one time...I was curious." He peeked up to see if Vaughn looked irritated with him, but he did not. He just chuckled and kept eating. The boy was amusing, that was for sure.

That night in bed, Mark snuggled up to Vaughn, nuzzling his face into his chest. He then slipped one hand down to squeeze at Vaughn's manhood, which was easily accessible, as he was sleeping in the nude like always. "Mmmm...I want you to fuck me..." he murmured as he fondled the cowboy's rapidly hardening cock.

Vaughn just chuckled. "Don't you think you ought to give yourself a rest?"

Mark pouted. "No." He rotated quickly in the bed, then rubbed his firm little ass against Vaughn's erection. "You have to fuck me."

"Don't take that tone with me, slave," Vaughn teased. "I'll punish you if need be."

"But!" Mark protested.

"But, what? You're well enough to fuck, but not to get spanked?"

"It's different!" Mark stuck his lower lip out.

"Ohhh...I think you're pushing your luck..." Vaughn felt arousal beginning to stir inside of him. He loved that Mark was so obedient, but that made the rare bursts of disobedience quite fun. He reached down and fondled Mark's ass, then leaned in and hissed in his ear. "I'll have to turn you over my knee."

Mark switched to his good boy mode. "Oh, please, Master, no. I'll be good." He turned to face Vaughn, and cuddled up close.

But Vaughn was ready to administer a little discipline, and could not be swayed. "Mmm...I think it's too late for that." He sat up, pulling Mark across his lap. Mark whimpered pitifully. "Just a little spanking," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. His cock was swollen with lust, and was throbbing directly underneath Mark's abdomen. Vaughn tugged the boy's briefs down, groaning as he rubbed his perfect little bare ass. Then he raised his hand just a few inches and brought it down in a sharp smack. Mark cried out. Vaughn spanked him again, firmly, but not so hard as to really hurt him. Mark cried out again, squirming a little.

Vaughn smirked when he felt the little blonde's manhood becoming erect against his thigh. Getting disciplined never failed to arouse Mark; which was convenient, because giving discipline never failed to arouse Vaughn. As much as Mark played and protested that he did not want to be spanked, in truth, he wanted it more than anything.

Vaughn paused to rub at Mark's red little ass. "Are you sorry now?"

"Yes, Master." Mark's voice was small and trembling.

"Do I need to spank you more?"

"No, Master."

"What are you going to do now to make it up to me?"

"Anything you want, Master." He rubbed himself against Vaughn's thigh. "You just tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

Vaughn mused this. "No, I want you to pick what you're going to do. Surprise me, and I'll judge whether it's good enough. If not..." he slid his hand over Mark's sore bottom. "More punishment." Mark scrambled to pull himself backwards, then swung a leg over Vaughn and straddled his lap. He leaned in and began kissing the cowboy passionately; slipping his tongue into his mouth and letting it dance there. Vaughn groaned into the kiss, grabbing Mark by his hips. Mark's hands were in Vaughn's hair, combing gently through his surprisingly soft silver locks.

Mark undulated his body against Vaughn, letting Vaughn's cock bump teasingly against his tight entrance. Vaughn groaned with desire, cupping the boy's ass and spreading him further apart, then guiding him down. The tantalizing idea of fucking the boy unprepared made his cock throb with need, so he let the very tip breach Mark just slightly. The head was slippery with pre-ejaculate, and the lubrication was just enough to let him nudge it inside slowly. Mark whimpered in pleasure, incredibly turned on by the titillating feeling of being taken in that way.

He leaned forward and whispered in Vaughn's ear. "Fuck me," he breathed, his voice full of desire. Vaughn grunted, nudging himself just another fraction of an inch inside. It felt so wonderfully erotic exactly as they were, and Vaughn was loath to move apart to get the lube. But try as he might, there was no way the whole thing was going in this time without some more lubrication. An idea hit him, and he let go of Mark's ass to grasp the little blonde's dick with one hand. Mark cried out joyfully as Vaughn stroked him roughly, his ass tightening rhythmically on the head of Vaughn's cock.

Since Mark was a little pent up from two days of not doing it, and being only nineteen, and therefore in the prime of his sexual life; it took him mere seconds to come. "Oh! Oh!" he panted, his release bursting up and out, dribbling down onto Vaughn's hand. The silver haired cowboy smirked and then drew his dripping hand away, lowering it down to his own length. He proceeded to lubricate his shaft with the slippery substance, sliding his fingers all the way up to where Mark was perched on the very tip of his cock. Then he reached around suddenly, cupping Mark's ass cheeks once more, and slamming the boy down full force on his length. Mark was incredibly relaxed from his orgasm, and his body gave no resistance to the fast penetration.

Vaughn groaned with pleasure, rocking his hips a little to feel the boy from the inside. Mark sighed with satisfaction, leaning forward and resting his cheek on Vaughn's shoulder. "Mmm... it feels so good," he moaned softly. A little smile played on his lips, and he closed his eyes.

Vaughn grunted through gritted teeth as he thrust his hips upward over and over. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me, slave. You're supposed to be pleasuring me. Do I need to whip you?" he hissed in Mark's ear.

Mark came to life once more. "No, Master!" He then proceeded to draw himself up and down on Vaughn's length, using his thigh muscles for all they were worth. "Is this better?" he asked, his eyes endearingly wide, looking for Vaughn's approval.

Vaughn squeezed each handful of Mark's ass. "Oh, much better. Oh, fuck, you're so tight..." he groaned, and Mark moaned happily. His own manhood had already recovered, and it stood up proudly, grazing against Vaughn's firm abdomen with each movement. "Damn, you little slut," Vaughn grunted. "Already ready again?"

Mark nodded energetically. "I can't help it," he panted. "When you're inside of me...it makes me hard."

"Fuck," Vaughn groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in time with Mark's movements downwards. They moved together for a few minutes, breathing heavily and kissing each other in a quick frenzy every few seconds. Vaughn felt like he was about to explode from an overload of pleasurable sensations, but he held on for all he was worth, wanting to feel Mark's climax shaking his body first. He reached out and wrapped one strong hand around Mark's erection, tugging on it almost forcefully.

"Oh, Vaughn!" Mark cried, and then whimpered with pleasure. He sucked air in sharply through his mouth, making a hissing sound. Vaughn leaned his head forward and bit at Mark's shoulder.

"Come for me, darlin'," he whispered, sensing that Mark was close. Mark let out a high pitched cry, and his seed shot out powerfully, pulsing onto Vaughn's stomach and hand. Vaughn groaned with ecstasy as Mark clamped down on his cock, making it impossibly, perfectly tight. Vaughn gave another groan, then thrust frantically upwards as he began to release.

They stayed together, panting in total satisfaction for some time, then Mark carefully dismounted and grabbed some tissues to clean up. They snuggled back under the sheets together, with Mark not bothering to put his briefs back on. He pressed his lips to Vaughn's over and over, then pulled his face away slightly to gaze up at his silver haired god in absolute reverence. "Do you love me?" he asked with wide, childlike eyes.

Vaughn chuckled. "Of course I love you, darlin'. You're my sweet little thing."

Mark sighed happily. "Good. I love you, too." He pressed his body as tightly as he could up against Vaughn's, and Vaughn stroked his back, smirking a little to himself over how cute the boy was. They fell asleep just like that.

The next morning, Vaughn managed not wake up Mark as he was getting ready. He only returned to the bed to kiss the little blonde goodbye. Mark was sprawled out on Vaughn's side of the bed, his face buried in Vaughn's pillow. Vaughn leaned over the bed to kiss the boy on the cheek. "Bye, darlin'," he whispered.

Mark stirred awake, turning onto his back, then sitting up abruptly with an alarmed expression on his face. "Oh! I overslept and didn't make you breakfast!"

Vaughn smirked. "I know. And I'll have to punish you for that tonight, won't I?" Mark just squeaked in response, his cheeks flushing. "Yup, you're going to get a hard spanking when I get home. Maybe I'll stop by that shop you were telling me about and buy that whip after all."

Mark yelped. "No! Oh! Oh, please, Master, don't whip me! You can spank me and fuck me as hard as you want, but don't whip me!"

Vaughn flashed his eyes at him. "You can't tell me how to punish you, slave. I'll whip you, make you suck me, fuck you, spank you, fuck you some more, and come on your face if I so please." Mark made a piteous noise, but Vaughn glanced down and saw his erection poking the sheet up, and he snorted. "Hmph. See, you know you want it, you bad little slut." Mark bit his lip and blushed, moving his hands down to hide the evidence of his arousal.

Vaughn stood up straight again. "Well, I better go." He knew if he stayed any longer, he was going to have to give Mark a good fucking, which would make him late for work. "I'll see you tonight. You better be good until then." Mark nodded vigorously. "Love you," he grunted.

"I love you, too," Mark said, blushing and pulling the sheet up to his chin. Then Vaughn turned on his heels and left the apartment. Mark yawned and stretched, then looked down and appraised his erection. "What should I do about you?" he asked his own body. He laid back in the bed, then slipped a hand under the sheet and began to fondle himself. He paused for a moment, then jumped out of bed and got in the shower, figuring he could kill two birds with one stone.

As Mark stood under the water touching himself, he reasoned that he could just play with it a little bit, then stop. But once he had started, he found that he couldn't stop. He stroked his length faster and faster, erotic fantasies flitting through his mind. He imagined Vaughn pushing him up against the shower wall, penetrating him in one swift movement, then fucking him hard against the cold tile. He imagined coming spontaneously from the internal stimulation of Vaughn's massive cock pumping inside of him, his release pulsing out between his body and the shower wall; then Vaughn fucking him even more aggressively, eventually finding his own climax deep within Mark. Mark had been pressing himself against the shower wall in real life as well, and he shuddered as he came, the thick liquid sliding sluggishly down his hand. He murmured with satisfaction, smiling to himself.

Mark finished his shower, then hurried down to work. Greta was glad to see him again, and immediately began fussing over him and whether or not he was well enough to work. Mark assured her that he felt 100% better, but she still told him that if he did start feeling poorly, he could go home when he needed to. Mark nodded, then tied on his apron and set to work.

He finished up his shift, then Greta presented him with an envelope. "What's this?" Mark queried.

"Your week's pay. What, did you think this was a volunteer job?" Greta laughed. Mark giggled and blushed, then thanked her and headed out of the shop. He thought about taking the money to the bank, and then he remembered his idea of going shopping for some new clothes. He had remembered seeing a large clothing store on the way to the sex shop, so he headed in that direction. It wasn't a very long walk, and he was soon there, browsing through the racks, amazed and slightly overwhelmed at the amount of fashionable clothing there.

A tall, slim young employee with elaborately styled black hair sashayed up to him. He wore a long sleeved silver top, tight white jeans, and a very thin purple necktie hung loosely around his throat. "Hello there, honey. Can I help you find something?"

Mark shyness almost compelled him to say no, but he looked at the way the man wore his clothes, and decided that he needed his help. He nodded shyly. "I...I just moved to the city to live with my...boyfriend." He did not fail to notice the man's arched eyebrow at that, and the much more friendly smile that spread across his face. "And, um, I used to run a farm, so all I have is..." he gestured down at his overalls and white t-shirt. "But I want to look more like..." and there he gestured at the man's outfit.

The man smiled, preening for a moment. "Oh, I totally can help you with that. I'm Alex, by the way. Come on, honey, let's go over here." Mark eagerly followed him to an adjacent section of the store, then watched as Alex pulled out piece after piece. He turned to Mark for a second. "What type of budget are we talking here?"

Mark peeked in his pay envelope, counting the bills, then relayed the amount to Alex. "But that's just for today. I can come back next week and buy more stuff."

Alex laughed lightly as he skimmed through another rack of clothes. "Now, honey, even though the store probably doesn't want me to say this, I'll say it anyway. Don't blow all your paycheck on clothes. What will happen when the landlord comes knocking?"

Mark blushed. "Oh...I don't pay any of that. My boyfriend does."

Alex pursed his mouth into an O. "A sugar daddy! Good for you!" He gave Mark a little high five. "Smart boy. So, is he some old ugly guy, or what?"

Mark shook his head. "No, he's..." His cheeks darkened to a deep shade of red as he thought about Vaughn. "He's hot."

Alex clapped his hands gleefully. "A hot sugar daddy? I didn't know those even existed! You lucky boy. Well, then we'll really have to pick some nice stuff. A hot sugar daddy! My word!" He picked out a few more things, then guided Mark to the dressing room.

Mark gasped a little as Alex entered the room with him. "Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm not into twinks. It's easier for both of us this way, instead of me having to hover outside the door and wait for you to parade out each outfit. Now, chop chop, strip it off!" Alex chimed. Mark blushed, but unclasped his overalls, letting them fall to the floor. Alex picked them up gingerly as Mark began to peel off his shirt. "Oh dear. We have to trash these things as soon as we get you something better. The redneck look is SO out this season." He glanced up and nodded at Mark's nipple rings. "Nice touch. Daddies love jewelry. If you're smart, you'll ask him for stuff with diamonds in it." He winked at Mark, who looked away bashfully, standing a little awkwardly in his underwear. "Okay, you look cold. Let's get started."

Alex handed Mark a pair of white jeans. "I guesstimated your size, but I'm usually right." He nodded as Mark slipped into the garment, and it fit perfectly. "Of course," he smirked, and handed Mark a fitted black tee with silver embellishment on it. Mark put that on as well, and Alex clapped his hands in joy. "Cute! You're so cute! We'll have to get you a necklace to wear with that. Something black or silver."

Mark piped up. "I have a black dog collar at home. Can I wear that with this, or is it not outside wear?"

Alex raised his eyebrows. "Daddy's got a collar on you? Heavens! So it's like that! Well, you can wear that collar in public, but anyone who is into that sort of thing is going to know that you're someone's slave. Are you all right with that?" Mark shrugged. "All right then! Be proud of who you are!" Mark took off the outfit and laid it aside, then tried on the next thing presented by Alex. This went on for almost half and hour, with Alex ducking back out into the store to grab a different size or another item. He came back at one point with about 6 shirts. "Honey, you have to buy these. They were in the clearance section, marked down to like nothing, and it's not because they're out of style! We just don't get too many guys who wear an XS, so these are the only ones left, and they have to mark them down to get rid of them." He looked through them. "I wanted to buy them, but as skinny as I am, I still can't get into an XS comfortably. S yes, XS no." Mark accepted the shirts, looking through them, then nodded approvingly.

Mark ended up with the clearance shirts, the very first outfit he had tried on, a tight pair of dark blue jeans, a silver necklace, some sexy bikini briefs, and a pair of new shoes. The lot took all of his money on hand, but he didn't care. He proudly took his bags from Alex, and thanked him profusely. Alex smiled. "I work weekdays from 10 to 6, so come back and see me next time you have some money to burn, 'kay?" Mark nodded, then turned and practically skipped all the way home, wearing the first outfit, the silver necklace, and his new shoes. Alex had stuffed his old overalls in the trash can as promised.

He made it home before Vaughn, and quickly put his new clothes away, then he set to work making dinner. He turned around and hurried forward as he heard Vaughn entering. Vaughn's eyes widened in surprise at his suddenly fashionable little lover. He snapped out of his daze as Mark threw his arms around his neck, and then he stooped down slightly so that he could kiss him. "Aren't you a cute thing?" Vaughn said, smiling. He slid his hands down the back of Mark's tight shirt, and down to his firm little white denim covered ass.

"So, you like it?" Mark asked breathlessly.

"I wanna rip it all off and fuck you right here; so yeah, I like it." Mark grinned up at him. "But I want my dinner first. And..." he leaned down and let his lips brush teasingly past Mark's ear, "We still have some punishment to take care of, don't we, slave?" He squeezed Mark's ass hard to emphasize his point. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I," Mark whispered, biting his lip happily.