Brokeback Island

Chapter 18

Mark hurried back into the kitchen and grabbed a beer for Vaughn, presenting him with it with such an earnest demeanor that Vaughn had to chuckle to himself as he flicked the cap off. Mark then continued preparing dinner. They ate quickly, both of them tingling and plotting out the night's events.

After the meal was over, Vaughn sat down on the bed and patted his thigh. Mark scurried forward and draped himself mock reluctantly over his knee. Vaughn gently corrected him. "No, darlin', not yet. I want you to sit on my lap." Mark made a little noise of surprise, and then slid off and sat upright across Vaughn's lap, holding onto one of Vaughn's arms to keep his balance. Vaughn began to speak softly in Mark's ear. "Now, darlin', I'm going to have to punish you. It's going to hurt something awful, and it's not all going to be pleasant. But I have to do this. You understand?" Mark nodded. "Now, if I ever do something that's absolutely unbearable to you - it won't be on purpose. So, if you need me to stop, say 'Red Light,' okay? I won't stop at the other things you say, because I know you're playing the game too when you say them. Got it?" Mark nodded again, and Vaughn kissed at his neck lovingly. "You're such a good boy. But now...I'm going to get serious." His tone suddenly changed from gentle to hard.

He pushed Mark off of his lap abruptly. "Take off all your clothes. Get facedown on the bed." he commanded, his eyes narrowing. Mark shivered a little, then hurried to comply, stripping off rapidly in front of Vaughn. Vaughn kept an impassive expression on his face as the boy became nude, but he could feel his cock beginning to swell and throb with need. He stood up, discreetly adjusting himself, and turned to watch Mark scramble onto the bed. Mark laid on his stomach, his face turned to the side, breathing heavily with anticipation. He got a thrill through his body as he wondered and worried about what was coming.

Mark gave a little yelp as Vaughn came into his view, holding a riding crop. He began to shake as Vaughn tapped it against his hand. He started to beg. "Please, don't..."

Vaughn cut him off. "Quiet," he grunted, and he was suddenly on him, and then everything got dark as Vaughn tied something around his eyes. He felt Vaughn grab his arms, then roughly urged Mark to stretch them out in front of him. Vaughn tied something around one wrist, then could be heard tying it somewhere else. He repeated the action on the other arm. Mark tugged gingerly, then realized that he was tied to the bed posts, and couldn't move either of his arms, and therefore his body. He whimpered piteously. "Please Master, don't whip me. I'll be good!" He wriggled his naked body desperately, kicking his legs.

Vaughn gave a dark laugh. "Oh, you will be good. After I've whipped you." The bed creaked as Vaughn moved closer to him, and Mark trembled as Vaughn traced the tip of the riding crop against his cheek. Mark opened his mouth to say something, but could only give a soft, anguished cry. Vaughn drew the crop down Mark's neck, across his back, to his round little ass. Then it was gone, and Mark braced himself as he realized the first strike was coming.

It landed with a sharp crack. Mark screamed brokenly, and Vaughn paused, giving his little lover a chance to back out. But Mark said nothing, just whimpered quietly, so Vaughn prepared to deliver another blow. It was even harder than the first one, and Mark moaned in what could have been pleasure or pain. Vaughn proceeded to give four more quick strikes to his upper thighs. Mark began to cry at that point, one tear making it past the cloth of the blindfold and rolling down his face. Vaughn stilled his hand, alarmed at the sight of Mark's tears. He didn't want to get out of character by asking if he was okay, but he felt almost sick to his stomach at seeing the boy cry real tears.

As if he knew what Vaughn was waiting for, Mark spoke quietly. "I'm sorry for crying, Master," he sobbed. "It just stings so bad. But...but...I know I need it. I've been bad."

Vaughn gave an almost silent sigh of relief, then quickly struck his lover two more times, with a very light arm. He threw the riding crop aside, and rubbed softly at Mark's very red ass and thighs. He leaned down to kiss at the tender skin. "I've whipped you enough," he announced, as he pulled back to begin undressing himself. Mark just lay on the bed, listening to the sounds of Vaughn's clothing hitting the floor. He trembled happily when he heard the bedside table drawer slide open, and the quiet pop of the bottle of lube being opened.

Vaughn quickly slicked himself down, then climbed back on the bed and mounted the little blonde. He bumped the head of his cock against Mark's red little ass as he leaned down to hiss in his ear. "Now, I'm going to fuck you hard, you little slut." Mark moaned happily, and Vaughn moved into position, spreading Mark and nudging himself up to that tight little entrance. He carefully worked the head inside, paused for just a moment to let Mark adjust, then rammed his entire length in. Mark cried out in pleasure, struggling against his restraints.

"Oh, Master!" Mark moaned.

Vaughn smirked, then grabbed Mark by the hips and thrust into him forcefully again and again. He leaned down once more to hiss in Mark's ear. "You like getting fucked hard, don't you?" Marked moaned in the affirmative, and Vaughn smirked again, undulating his body against Mark's back. "I never get tired of ramming your perfect little ass." Mark arched his back at the strange compliment. "I bet right now, you're hard as a rock, aren't you? Just from me fucking you in the ass." Mark's cheeks turned red, and he whispered a yes. Vaughn grunted in satisfaction, riding the blonde even harder. "I'm going to make you come, you little slut. I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you come hard for me." He gripped Mark's hips fiercely, drilling into him with savage thrusts.

Mark wriggled underneath him, his dick swollen with lust to the point of discomfort. He screamed out with pleasure as Vaughn's thrusting hit him just right. "Oh! There!" he managed to cry, and Vaughn continued to thrust in exactly the same way. "Oh, Vaughn...oh..." he moaned, his voice low and deep with desire. "I'm going to..." His voice suddenly became high again as he was coming, his body a frenzy of motion as he ejaculated powerfully from Vaughn's internal stimulation.

Vaughn grunted deeply in delight as Mark's climactic tightness began to pull his orgasm out of him. "Fuck yeah," he groaned, then gave what sounded like a roar as he exploded with pleasure, shooting hard and deep into Mark's inner sanctum. He thrust a few more times for good measure, then collapsed down onto Mark's back, breathing heavily and nuzzling his face into his little lover's blonde hair. He reached up and pulled the blindfold loose with one hand, then made short work of the wrist restraints. Mark rolled onto his back underneath him, his face blissful. Vaughn stayed over him, kissing the boy's mouth passionately and deeply; breaking away to kiss at his neck and shoulders. Then he rolled off to the side, closing his eyes and giving a contented grunt.

Mark smiled and rolled into him. He kissed at Vaughn's shoulder and chest, then traced his fingertips down to his navel. He was startled to see a white square of bandage plastered on Vaughn's hip. He gingerly touched it. "Vaughn, what's that?"

Vaughn lifted his head slightly to look down at his own body, then let it fall back and chuckled. In his excitement to try out the toys he had bought from the sex shop, he had forgotten that little detail entirely. "Mmmm...why don't you peel it off and see?"

Mark hesitated, but Vaughn urged him to go ahead. Mark had not a single clue of what it could be, so he carefully peeled back the tape to lift up the gauze. Once it was up, he just stared for a moment, then burst into tears. He rolled away suddenly, his hands over his face as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Vaughn raised an eyebrow. He had expected Mark to react strongly to the tattoo, but he was a little surprised at the intensity of Mark's crying. "You don't like it?" he grunted.

Mark sobbed harder. "Why would you get a 'W' tattooed on you? You said you didn't care about Will, and..." he broke off, dissolving into tears once more.

Vaughn made a noise of surprise and lifted up on his other elbow to look down. He grunted when he saw that the "M" on his hip did indeed look like a "W" from that angle. "You silly thing. Look." He scooted up and away from the distraught boy, getting in front of him on his knees. "Look," he commanded, and Mark paused his sobbing to turn over and look up.

His tears immediately dried up. "Oh! It's...it's an 'M'." Vaughn smirked, his hands on his hips. "Oh!" Mark continued. "I thought...I mean...it looked like a 'W'," he said sheepishly. He began to blush. "It's wonderful," he whispered. Vaughn settled back down and pulled him into an embrace. "I'm sorry I'm so stupid," he whimpered into Vaughn's chest.

Vaughn kissed the top of his head lightly. "Oh, darlin', you're not stupid. You're just silly. Now why would you ever think I'd get that smug little rich brat's initial tattooed on my body and not yours? For the record, he isn't all that great. Tries to act like a porn star, and I'm not into that. What I like is..." he trailed off, lifting up Mark's face by the chin, "...sweet, pretty little blondes who let me do whatever I want to them. And you're the only one that fits the bill." He leaned in and kissed Mark on the lips. "So quit your worrying, darlin'." Mark made a happy noise, squirming a little closer to him.

"I love you," he said, his voice muffled by Vaughn's chest.

"I love you, too," Vaughn responded, stroking his back lightly. They stayed together for a while, then got up and cleaned up, then turned back into bed.

Mark woke up at the crack of dawn to prepare Vaughn's breakfast. He set it in front of Vaughn, then got behind him and kissed his neck a couple of times. Vaughn chuckled, and Mark sat down across from him and began to peel an orange. "This is okay, right? Do you just hate carrots or all orange food?"

Vaughn snorted. "Just carrots." Mark smiled happily, then hummed lightly to himself as he disassembled the fruit. "Hey, darlin'," Vaughn said, and Mark looked up inquisitively. "You know, we don't have to go to the island tomorrow if you don't want to. It's some kind of festival there, Fall Harvest or something, and I don't give a flip about it. Animal shop's closed, so I won't have any work to do there. So, since we don't have to get up early, how about I take you out tonight?"

Mark flushed with happiness. "Really? That'd be wonderful!" He paused and thought for a moment. "Not to the coffee shop, right? I don't want to go there when I'm off."

Vaughn chuckled. "Definitely not to the coffee shop. We can get something to eat, and then I can take you out to a club. Would you like that?" Mark nodded happily. "You're so easy to please," Vaughn grunted, a hint of a smile curling his lip.

Mark hurried through his day happily. When he got home, he didn't know what to do with himself, since he didn't have to make dinner. So he paced around, straightening up the same things over and over. Time crawled by, and he finally just got in the shower even though he didn't really need it, just to kill some time. He got out, drying and styling his thick blonde hair the best that he could, then looked through his new clothes for something special to wear. He ended up putting on the tight dark blue jeans and one of the clearance shirts - a thin, textured white button up long sleeved shirt that was almost transparent. The day had been quite warm, despite it being fall, so he figured it was fine. He appraised himself in the mirror, blushing a little when he saw that his nipple rings were visible through the fabric; but he figured that people would really have to be looking hard at him to see them, and if they were, then that was their problem, not his. He nodded approvingly at his reflection, then hurried to his top dresser drawer and got out the dog collar. He strapped it on himself just as Vaughn walked in the door.

Vaughn smirked when he saw him. "Well, well...don't you look cute," he grunted. Mark smiled gleefully and ran up to him, hugging him tightly. "So, I guess you're ready to go, huh?" Mark nodded up at him. "All right, darlin', let's get going." He took Mark by the hand, much to Mark's delight, and they left the apartment together. After descending the steps, they walked up the road. "It's not far from here," Vaughn said. They took a turn at a nearby intersection, walked a ways more, then ended up in front of a small sushi bar.

"Sushi?" Mark asked.

Vaughn raised an eyebrow. "What, you don't like sushi?"

Mark shook his head frantically. "No, I LOVE sushi. I just haven't had it in so long, since it's hard to get a lot of times." They went in the entrance together, and were seated in a booth in a cozy, dark corner of the room.

Vaughn smirked as soon as the waiter departed to get their drink orders. "Hey. This little spot is so nice and dark...how about you crawl under this table and suck me off?" Mark blushed deeply, but set aside his napkin and started to slip under the table. "Whoa, whoa!" Vaughn chuckled. "I was just kidding. Wow, you really love me, don't you?" Mark nodded solemnly. Vaughn just gave a short laugh; but in reality, his heart was about to burst with love and gratefulness for his little lover, who never hesitated to do anything for him.

They looked over the menu. "Um, you can order," Mark said. "It's been so long, I'm not even sure what I'd like. All I can remember is that I liked spicy tuna."

Vaughn made a face. "Ugh. Don't you dare mention that to the sushi chef here."

Mark's eyes widened innocently. "Why not?"

"Listen, 'spicy tuna' is just something invented by lazy, cheap sushi chefs to mask the flavor of substandard fish. A little mayonnaise, a little chili powder, and bam. You can't taste the rank taste of the fish no more. That's dangerous, 'cause people can get seriously sick from bad fish. That's the kind of thing that turns people from sushi."

"Oh," Mark said. "Well, anything else is fine."

"How about we order omakase?" Vaughn suggested.

"I've never even heard of that kind of fish. What does it taste like?"

Vaughn chuckled. "It's not a kind of fish. It just means, 'leave it up to the chef.' He'll create a platter of things that he thinks are the best of the evening." Mark nodded, and Vaughn signaled the waiter and ordered. As they waited, Vaughn drank his beer as Mark sipped a small porcelain bowl of green tea. When their food arrived, it was on an intricately carved wooden boat. Mark oohed and aahed at it, then gingerly reached forward and took a piece.

"What's this?" he asked of the orange slice of nigiri in his hand.

"Salmon," Vaughn responded.

"Oh. Um," Mark hesitated. "I actually hate baked salmon, so I might not like this."

Vaughn shook his head. "Two totally different things, I promise you. I hate baked salmon too. But they use a totally different kind of salmon for that, and then they ruin the texture by cooking it. Believe me, you'll like this." Mark looked doubtful, but dipped the piece in a little soy sauce, and then bit it in half. He chewed with a strange expression on his face, which quickly cleared.

"Oh! It's wonderful!" he exclaimed after he swallowed it.

"I told you so."

"It's nothing like baked salmon! Baked salmon is so fishy and yucky and dry and blah! That was like...like...fish made out of butter and silk." Vaughn erupted in laughter at Mark's clumsy description. "But it is!" Mark protested.

Vaughn nodded, eating some himself. "I know what you mean, darlin'." He smiled warmly at his little lover, who had already moved on to a piece of squid. He struggled to bite off a piece gracefully, and ending up shoving the whole thing in his mouth.

Mark took a long drink of water to wash it down, then wiped his mouth. "That was good, but it's a little difficult to eat. I mean, you can't bite it in half, but it's too big to really fit in your mouth all at once."

Vaughn smirked. "I've seen you fit more in your mouth than that before," he said in a low voice.

Mark blushed. "Oh! That's different! I'm not trying to like, chew THAT up and swallow it."

Vaughn flinched at the idea. "Oh, you better not try to do that." Mark smiled coyly, eating another piece of sushi. When they finished their meal, they headed out hand in hand for the club. It was a substantial distance from the restaurant, near the city's university. Mark stepped inside, pulled along by Vaughn, and when his eyes adjusted to the dim lights inside, he gasped.

There was nothing but men inside. His mind quickly made the correct assumption that they were in a gay club. He clung to Vaughn's side, suddenly a little afraid of the men who all seemed to be openly leering at him. They moved to a couch at the back of the club. Vaughn patted his thigh invitingly, and Mark climbed up into his lap. Vaughn spoke directly into his ear, trying to be heard above the noise of the crowd. "What do you think?"

Mark leaned back to talk in Vaughn's ear. "There's a lot of men here."

Vaughn chuckled, stroking his back possessively. "Don't worry, darlin'. You're mine." Mark nodded, gripping onto Vaughn's shirt. He started to press a little kiss to Vaughn's lips, when Vaughn suddenly parted his own and slipped his tongue into Mark's mouth. Mark kissed him back with equal passion, and they finally came apart a few minutes later. Mark found that the noise in the club, coupled with the idea of being watched by other people, had him very aroused. He squirmed a little in Vaughn's lap.

"Want a drink?" Vaughn asked.

"Oh, but I'm not old enough..." Mark protested.

Vaughn shrugged. "They don't care here. So, what do you want?"

Mark looked helpless. "I...I have no idea. I've only ever tasted beer, and I don't like that."

Vaughn smirked. "I think I know what you might like." He urged Mark off his lap, then went to get drinks. Mark stayed on the couch, crossing his arms defensively and looking away any time someone tried to make eye contact with him. He stared down at the ground, and suddenly two feet appeared in front of him.

"Hey, there, twinkle toes. What's your name?" Mark looked up in surprise into the face of a burly, hairy man in a leather vest. Mark crossed his arms tighter and looked away. The guy got the hint and wandered off. Just then, much to Mark's relief, Vaughn returned with drinks.

"Here," he grunted, pushing a glass into Mark's hands. "It's a mud slide. It's got chocolate in it." Mark's eyes lit up at the magic word, and soon he was quickly consuming the rich alcoholic beverage. Vaughn chuckled and sipped his beer as he watched Mark drink it down. "Whoa there, don't overdo it," he cautioned.

"But...it tastes like a dessert. Does it really have alcohol in it?" Mark asked.

Vaughn nodded. "You bet it does. And you'll be feeling it very soon." Mark looked skeptical, but Vaughn's prediction was right. About fifteen minutes later, Mark was positively giddy. He straddled Vaughn on the couch, in full view of everyone, and kissed him with fervor. Vaughn snorted a little, shocked at Mark's bold behavior, but went with it. Mark began to grind himself into Vaughn's crotch. The cowboy pulled his mouth away long enough to speak. "You bad little slut," he hissed in the blonde's ear. "People are watching."

Mark's eyes were half lidded, smoldering with lust. "I know," he purred, then leaned in and kissed Vaughn more. Vaughn smirked into the kiss, then grabbed Mark's ass and fondled it as the little blonde gyrated in his lap. "Fuck me," Mark hissed in Vaughn's ear.

"Right here?" Vaughn drawled lazily. Mark nodded, nipping lightly at Vaughn's neck. "Bad boy," Vaughn teased. "That might be hard, don't you think?"

"I'm hard," Mark moaned. "And I want you to fuck me."

Vaughn chuckled and stood up, lifting the little blonde with him. Mark's slim legs were twined around his waist, and his arms were thrown around his neck. "Come on, darlin', I think we better go home. You don't have much tolerance for drink yet." Mark whined and protested, but Vaughn carried him resolutely out of the club. Once a little ways outside, Vaughn carefully set him down and took his hand, leading him for home. At that point, Mark had become very giggly, and every single thing he saw on the return trip home was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen; including a stray dog, a car with a flat tire, a broken bottle in the road, a piece of paper fluttering in the wind; on and on. Vaughn couldn't even get annoyed with Mark, instead finding his antics quite amusing.

They finally arrived at home, where Vaughn locked the door behind them. "Now," he said, advancing on Mark, "I'm going to give you that fucking you were begging me for." Mark moaned happily, pulling his pants down and bending over the arm of the couch. Vaughn smirked, then grabbed the lube from beside the bed. He got behind the little blonde, then unzipped his own pants, releasing his throbbing erection. He lubed his length up, then pressed it against Mark's tight entrance.

"Ohhhh..." Mark groaned as Vaughn began to penetrate him. "Mmmm..." Vaughn gave a little grunt and thrust himself fully inside, then began to pump in and out. Mark squirmed and cried out happily underneath him; until a few minutes in, when his cries became even louder and more sharp. "Vaughn!" he screamed out, and Vaughn could tell he was climaxing. Vaughn gave a few more energetic thrusts and found release himself, groaning with pleasure. He stayed inside of Mark for a couple minutes, savoring the sensation, then carefully pulled himself out.

He arched an eyebrow when Mark didn't move or say anything. He bent to the side, looking down at Mark's face. The little blonde was sleeping soundly, pitched forward over the arm of the couch. Vaughn chuckled and tucked himself away, then hoisted Mark into the air, carrying him across the room and then laid him on the bed. He removed Mark's clothing the rest of the way, then cleaned up Mark's stomach and thighs, where some traces of release still remained. Mark murmured happily in his sleep, but did not wake, and Vaughn pulled the sheets up over him. He disrobed himself, then snuggled in next to his sweet little lover, spooning him gently and falling asleep.