Brokeback Island

Chapter 7

The next week, Mark waited restlessly for Vaughn to return to the island. He stayed away from the beach and went in another direction if he happened to run into Denny in town - he didn't want the libidinous fisherman propositioning him. As much as he wanted to obey Vaughn, his will was weak, and he was so eager to please anyone and everyone, that he would even have sex with Denny if coaxed enough. It didn't help that he was incredibly horny because of Vaughn's absence. He just kept picturing the rage on Vaughn's face if he were to cheat and Vaughn were to find out. That was enough to make him avoid Denny at all costs.

Finally, much to Mark's relief, Wednesday came. He didn't make the stupid mistake he had last week, when he had scheduled his animal barn to be built on Wednesday, and had also allowed Taro to come over and do soil testing that same day. Their intrusion was what made them end up on Will's yacht; and while that was fun, it was nerve wracking when they thought they couldn't find a place for any privacy.

His chores kept him busy into the late afternoon. He tried to hurry, but it really couldn't be helped. As he was sweeping up in the barn, he stopped to examine his cow and noticed by her swollen udders that she was ready for her first milking. He didn't have a milker, so he knew he would have to go to Mirabelle's shop and buy one. He tingled a little when he thought about the possibility of seeing Vaughn. As he ran into town, Mark wondered what the two of them might do today. His mind was consumed with carnal fantasies as he hurried through the shop door, even though his experience should have taught him to take more care when entering the animal shop.

There was a loud crash as Mark ran smack into Vaughn, who was carrying a box of pet food. Food pellets exploded everywhere, skittering into every corner of the shop. Mark whimpered in dismay, and wilted under Vaughn's withering gaze. Mirabelle, who felt sorry for the little farmer, whose unbridled enthusiasm kept getting him into trouble with Vaughn, hurried from around the counter.

"Now then, Mark, don't cry," she shushed as tears visibly popped up in Mark's eyes. "I'll go get a broom." She bustled off in the direction of the back room.

Vaughn inhaled deeply through his nose. "Maybe I'm mistaken, but it seems like you like pissing me off." Mark hung his head, shaking it. "Hmph. At any rate, I'm going to have to punish you for this so that maybe you'll learn to watch where you're going," he continued in a low voice, stepping closer to Mark, his hands on his hips. Mark trembled. "I'll come over at 7. You'd better be ready for me. Oh, and you might be able to lighten your punishment if you can...please me." Mark glanced up, his eyes hopeful. Vaughn smirked, thrusting his hips forward suggestively. "That's right. You'd best be showered. And have some dinner ready for me."

Mark nodded frantically, just as Mirabelle reemerged from the back with a broom. "Vaughn! Shame on you! Are you threatening him?" she admonished. Vaughn just snorted and stalked out of the shop without another word. She sighed at his retreating figure. "I swear..." She turned her gaze on Mark. "Did he say something ugly to you?" she asked.

Mark shook his head furiously. "Oh, n-n-no. He just told me to...learn to watch where I was going..." he said, because that was partially what Vaughn had said, after all.

"Hmmm." Mirabelle looked doubtful, but finally let it slide. She began sweeping up the spilled pet food. "Oh, what did you come to the shop for, anyway?"

Mark straightened himself up. He had forgotten his purpose until then. "I need to buy a milker."

Mirabelle smiled broadly. "So the cow you bought is finally giving milk. That's wonderful!" She set the broom aside for right then, and went behind the counter to get him a milker. She chuckled softly to herself. "Heh, you know...Vaughn loves milk more than anything. Not that you owe him anything, but if you wanted to get on his good side, you could always give him some fresh milk." Mark's eyes widened at this valuable piece of information. Mirabelle misread his expression. "No, no, I'm not saying you have to give him your milk. I'm just saying that you could. I'm really sorry he's such a rough jerk. He's just always been that way, and I don't think anything will change it."

She accepted Mark's payment, and handed him the milker. Mark clutched it to his chest and hurried out of the store, then ran home. Once he was in the animal barn, he retrieved a bucket, washing it out well, and then set to work milking Bessie. She was a mild mannered cow, and gave the inexperienced Mark no trouble with milking her. He was pleasantly surprised to get a whole bucketful out of her. He lugged it into his house, then glanced at the clock. He squeaked a little when he saw that it was already 6pm.

Mark quickly got some bottles out of the cabinets, and dipped them in the bucket to fill them. He got four quart bottles full, and then he capped them and stuck them in the fridge to chill. There was still about two quarts left in the pail, but he poured that into his large pot on the stove. Then he quickly peeled and chopped several potatoes left from his spring harvest as well as some freshly harvested onions, and tossed them in the pot. He added a few herbs and spices, then turned the pot on low so that it could simmer.

He then stripped off his clothes as quickly as he could, hurrying into the bathroom. He turned on the water and jumped in even though it was still cold, afraid to waste any more time. He scrubbed himself furiously, shivering hard until the water finally warmed up. He washed his hair, then rinsed his body off and got out of the shower. He dried himself off, brushed his teeth, and then went back out into the main part of his house. He went to the clothes closet and selected some clean clothes to wear - a soft blue button up shirt and some loose jeans. He wasn't sure what Vaughn had in mind as his punishment, but he figured that the easier it was to get his clothes off, the less likely that Vaughn would get ticked off at him.

Mark walked back over to the kitchen area and checked on the stew. It was bubbling nicely, thickening up a bit. He stirred it for a while, then got a loaf of bread and sliced it up, putting it in the oven and toasting it just slightly. He didn't have a lot to work with, but he wanted to try to make the dinner as satisfying for Vaughn as it could be, if only to keep him from getting angry. He admitted to himself that he rather had a fantasy where Vaughn would be so pleased with him that he would scoop him up, kiss him lovingly, and then make tender love to him, all while giving him praise. He rolled his eyes to himself, knowing that was as unlikely as his cow learning to talk. Mark also had to admit to himself that he liked when Vaughn was rough with him; it gave him an electric charge that made the sex even more satisfying.

He had been daydreaming while stirring the pot of stew for so long that he failed to notice that it was 7. He jumped about a foot in the air when there was a loud rapping at the door. Shaking, he hurriedly smoothed out his hair, then moved forward to answer the door. Of course, it was Vaughn, standing on his doorstep with a smug smile on his face. Mark timidly let him in, and Vaughn went straight for the kitchen table, pulling out a chair with a loud scrape and then sitting crookedly in it. Mark hurried over and got two bowls, then ladled out stew for both of them, still feeling nervous and a little afraid to look Vaughn in the face. Mark also set the plate of bread on the table, pushing it slightly towards Vaughn, then hustled to get two spoons.

Mark sat down across from Vaughn, who didn't hesitate to start eating. Mark glanced up at him to gauge his reaction. Vaughn narrowed his eyes at him in response. "How did you know I like cream stew?" he asked, a little suspicious.

Mark stammered. "I-I-I didn't. But I had to buy a milker from Mirabelle today, and she commented that you really like milk, so I thought...well, maybe..." Mark trailed off. Vaughn just smirked, and then Mark remembered the milk in the fridge. He got one bottle out and poured it into two glasses, setting the larger one down in front of Vaughn. "Sorry, it's not really cold yet...I just milked Bessie about an hour ago."

Vaughn accepted the glass with a grunt and took a long swig. "You're taking good care of her," he grunted, making Mark flush with pleasure. They ate the rest of their food in silence, then Mark cleaned up the dishes. When he turned back around from the sink, Vaughn had pushed his chair further back from the table, and he had a glint in his eye. "Come here," he demanded, and Mark timidly crept forward.

Vaughn patted his own thigh, signaling him to sit on his lap. Mark hesitated, then stumbled forward a little and lowered himself across Vaughn's lap. "That's a good boy," he growled softly. Mark shivered, clutching onto the front of Vaughn's shirt for balance. "You did a good job..." Vaughn murmured in Mark's ear. "I can smell that you're clean, and dinner was good...but still, I'm going to have punish you. You won't learn any other way. However, I won't be as hard on you as I had planned."

Mark trembled with excitement when he realized that he wanted to be punished by Vaughn. "You can do it as hard as you want to," he whispered.

Vaughn inhaled quickly in surprise, and Mark could immediately feel Vaughn's erection moving beneath his leg. "Are you sure about that?" he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "I can do it pretty hard."

Mark nodded. "Please," he whispered, then moved off Vaughn's lap, removing his clothing. "Please punish me." He draped himself submissively across Vaughn's knees. Vaughn rolled his eyes back in his head and groaned, rubbing for a minute at Mark's bare ass. It was so soft to the touch, yet perfectly firm in tone and deliciously round.

"Get ready," he grunted, and much to his delight, Mark arched his back a little, offering himself up even more. Vaughn smirked, then licked his lips as he raised his hand. He let it fall with a sharp smack, eliciting a cry of pain and pleasure from Mark. Vaughn groaned, feeling his cock twitching and aching for release in response to Mark's voice. He raised his hand again and delivered another blow. Mark's cry was even more tantalizing than the last.

Vaughn felt ready to stop the punishment and move on to the fucking, but he was enjoying seeing Mark's enticing reactions. He swiftly smacked him again, and again. Mark's punished bottom quickly reddened, arousing Vaughn infinitely. He almost felt like he could bear no more, but pressed on, giving another blow. Mark cried out sharply, sobbing a little, but Vaughn could feel that the little farmer's dick was hard, and it was rubbing insistently into Vaughn's rough jeans. "You'd better stop that...you'll chafe yourself," Vaughn advised, his voice slightly choked with desire.

"I...I can't help it," Mark sobbed, then yelped as Vaughn spanked him again. "Oh! Oh!" Mark cried out suddenly, bucking his hips furiously. His release pulsed out of him, gushing out onto Vaughn's black jeans. Fearing his anger for soiling his clothing, Mark wriggled frantically back to bring his face to the top of Vaughn's thigh, then without being told to, he cleaned him up with his mouth.

Vaughn bit his lip, breathing very heavily at this display of total submission. Mark finished the job and then moved forward again, collapsing over Vaughn's thighs with a satisfied sigh. His body seemed to have melted, and he hung limply there. Vaughn brought one finger to his mouth, sucking on it. He then moved it down to Mark's very red ass, slipping it inside of his entrance. It was totally relaxed, yet still intoxicatingly tight, and Vaughn could bear no more. He urged Mark off of him.

"You've been punished enough. Now please me," he demanded, pulling down his pants and offering his engorged cock to Mark. Mark didn't hesitate to layer his mouth over it, taking him deep down his throat and sucking furiously. He wiggled his tongue inside of his mouth, over the surface of Vaughn's rigid manhood, trying to please him the best that he could.

Vaughn could only take about a minute of it before he pushed Mark away again. "Get up. Bend over the bed." Mark scrambled to comply, leaning forward over his bed and then spreading his thighs wide. Vaughn advanced on him as he stripped off his own clothes, then spread him with his rough hands and pressed the head of his cock against Mark's entrance. He carefully but quickly penetrated the willing little farmer, then groaned as he rocked against his body. Mark cried out with pleasure, pushing his hips back at Vaughn to get even more.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," Vaughn warned, grabbing onto Mark's hips and digging his nails in for traction.

"Do it," Mark pleaded. "I want you to fuck me really hard! Make me scream," he begged, and Vaughn gave a deep groan of lust. He proceeded to give Mark the promised hard fucking, slamming himself inside of him over and over. Mark's voice rose in volume, until it truly was a scream. The sounds Mark was making, combined with the absolutely delicious foreplay, made Vaughn's whole body radiate with ecstasy. He could feel the sensations swirling throughout his body, building up to a peak until he could no longer stand it, and then he exploded with a animalistic cry. His release shot deep inside of Mark, and he gave him a few more powerful thrusts as his afterglow began to make his skin hum with pleasure.

After catching his breath, Vaugh withdrew and collapsed down onto the bed next to Mark. Mark rolled over, timidly snuggling up to the strong cowboy. He flinched as Vaughn raised his arm, expecting for a moment to be struck, but Vaughn instead rolled slightly towards him, pulling him in close. Mark could hear his heart beating in his ears as he pressed his face into Vaughn's damp ches. He sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the surprisingly intimate embrace.