Brokeback Island

The next day, Mark woke up alone in his bed. He remembered everything that he and Vaughn had done, and then he remembered the two of them snuggling together on the bed. But after that he must have fallen asleep, and Vaughn must have left. Something stirred in his mind when he realized that he was comfortably under the covers, though he remembered falling asleep on top of the covers. He realized that Vaughn tucked him into bed. Something about that was so overwhelmingly sweet to Mark, that he got a tingle throughout his whole body.

As he rose to get ready for the day, he noticed a note on the kitchen table. It was clearly from Vaughn, and it read, "Meet me in Room 204 at 3pm." Mark shivered with happiness, and hurried to do all his farm chores in time. The day went by very quickly, and Mark had just finished up his work when he saw that it was almost 3pm. He desperately wanted to get a shower before seeing Vaughn, but he knew that being late would make Vaughn much madder than if he was dirty. Mark bit his lip in ecstasy as he pictured a little scene in his head of Vaughn whipping him with his belt for being dirty, and then throwing him in the bathtub and scrubbing him almost violently. He imagined Vaughn's rough hands working at him under the water, eventually finding his manhood and then tugging relentlessly on it, until Mark cried out his name over and over again as he came. Then Vaughn would make Mark stand up; all shiny, wet, and clean, and bend over the tub so that Vaughn could fuck him hard. Mark could feel his dick twitching under his pants as he hurried towards the inn.

He made it upstairs and knocked on Room 204's door. There was no answer, so Mark timidly turned the doorknob, wondering if this was what he was supposed to do. He stepped into the room, then spotted Vaughn's hat on the bed. He also saw all of Vaughn's clothes, neatly folded in a chair by the bed. He listened for a moment, and heard the shower running. So, Vaughn was in the shower. Mark felt a little twinge of disappointment as he realized that his little imagined fantasy wasn't going to happen, but he immediately perked up when he started thinking of other naughty things that possibly could occur.

Mark nervously undressed himself, stepping towards the bathroom. He pushed open the door slowly, and then stepped into the steamy room. With a shaking hand, he pulled back the shower curtain slightly. Vaughn was turned away, soaping himself up, and Mark meekly stepped into the shower. Vaughn wheeled around, then narrowed his eyes in pleasure when he beheld Mark there. Mark nervously looked down at the floor, watching the water hit it and then run together with other droplets to flow back down the drain. He looked up at Vaughn, who was openly leering at his naked body as he held out a soapy washcloth to him.

"Wash my back," he commanded, and Mark eagerly took the cloth and stepped forward. Vaughn spun around, offering his back to Mark, who began to scrub energetically at Vaughn's skin. He reached way up and washed his neck, then down and gingerly moved the cloth over Vaughn's muscular ass. Mark hesitated, not knowing how much Vaughn wanted cleaned. As if to answer his unspoken question, Vaughn stepped his legs apart slightly, opening up his ass just enough. "Go on," he grunted, and Mark scrambled to comply, running the soft, soapy cloth in between Vaughn's flesh. "Harder," Vaughn ordered him, his voice husky with desire. Mark complied, rubbing the cloth over Vaughn's entrance more firmly.

"Now, drop the cloth," Vaughn grunted, "and get down on your knees behind me." Mark trembled and did so. Vaughn placed his own hands on the shower walls, then bent a little at the waist, offering himself to Mark. A thousand things were running through Mark's head, and he wasn't sure exactly of what Vaughn wanted him to do, but he took a wild guess, imagining what he himself might like if the situation was reversed. He leaned his face forward, bringing it up close to Vaughn's ass, and then he parted Vaughn with his hands. He snaked his tongue out and began to lick lightly at Vaughn's entrance. Vaughn groaned in what was apparently pleasure; so Mark continued eagerly, going at it a little harder.

Suddenly Vaughn turned around and his erection was right up in Mark's face. Mark covered it with his mouth hungrily and began to suck, one hand encircling it and stroking in rhythm with his mouth. Vaughn thrust greedily into his face, looking down on him with lust smoldering in his eyes. "Yeahhhh...that's it...take it all..." he groaned, half delirious with pleasure as Mark took his length down his throat. "You're such a good little slut..." Vaughn moaned, gritting his teeth as Mark sucked even harder in response to this strange little bit of praise.

"Ohhhh...fuck..." Vaughn groaned brokenly as he felt his release rising up inside of him. The sensation was almost too good to bear, and he leaned up heavily against the shower wall for support. He took himself in hand and pulled out of Mark's mouth at the critical moment, and his hot release burst out all over Mark's chest. Vaughn groaned with pleasure at the sight of it, and then closed his eyes as Mark leaned in and sucked the last bit of come off of the tip. He opened his eyes again, looking down at Mark, and reached out absentmindedly and patted him on the head like he was an obedient pet.

Mark beamed proudly up at him, looking so adorable in that moment that Vaughn couldn't resist pulling him to his feet and kissing him passionately. His tongue forced its way deeply into Mark's mouth, following the same path that his manhood had traveled just moments before. Mark moaned a little into the kiss and subconsciously rocked his hips into Vaughn, causing his very erect length to bump against Vaughn's thigh.

Vaughn pulled out of the kiss and glanced down at it, then caught Mark's lips again and continued to kiss him as he wrapped his hand around his length. Mark made a cute little noise into Vaughn's mouth, and Vaughn couldn't resist smirking just a little. As he stroked the young farmer, he reflected on all the wonderfully submissive things that Mark had done for him, on top of being absolutely adorable. Vaughn was suddenly overcome with gratitude, something he didn't feel very often; and he shocked both Mark and himself by dropping to his knees.

Mark squealed out loudly as Vaughn put his mouth on his quivering hardness. Never in a million years had he ever hoped that the cowboy would service him in return, and it was more than he could take. He grasped out wildly at the wet, slippery tile walls in a desperate attempt to stay standing. Fortunately, Vaughn sensed his struggle and gripped him firmly by the hips as he sucked at him, keeping him from falling down. Mark sighed in relief, and then began to gasp as he realized he was already at the brink. "Oh, Vaughn. Oh, Vaughn!" he cried out, bucking his hips frantically as he came into the cowboy's mouth. Good feelings continued to wash over him, even as Vaughn pulled his mouth off and turned to spit down the drain. Mark was too overcome with ecstasy to care about that. He just continued to sigh happily for a few more moments.

Vaughn got back up to his feet, then pulled Mark in for another passionate kiss. "You liked that?" he drawled as he pulled away, a deliberately cocky look flashing in his eyes. Mark just murmured in the affirmative, and Vaughn could also tell by the fact that Mark's muscles seemed to have turned to jelly that he in fact, liked it very much. "So are we all done in here?"

Mark stopped him from turning off the water, squeezing past him to get closer to the shower head. He reached for the soap, washing himself up as he quietly explained that he hadn't had a chance to shower before coming over. Vaughn just chuckled, watching the little blonde man clean himself. When Mark turned away for a moment, Vaughn stepped in closer and bowed down a bit to kiss at the back of his neck, as he drew his arms around Mark's waist. Mark gasped and shivered in response, and then began to moan as Vaughn licked at his skin and even nipped a little bit at him. "Keep making those noises," Vaughn growled, "and you're in for a hard fucking." He bumped his already recovered hardness against Mark's ass for emphasis.

To show that a hard fucking was exactly what he wanted, Mark moaned even louder. Vaughn groaned in approval and prepared to take him from behind; but the water started to flow cold, and he jerked back with a shiver. Mark got the signal and shut the tap off, then the two men dried off hurriedly and went out towards the bed. Mark was a step ahead of Vaughn, already throwing his towel aside, and Vaughn reached out and swatted his ass sharply. "Bad little slut," he admonished playfully.

"I know. I'm such a bad slut," Mark whimpered back, playing along. He laid on his stomach on the bed, and turned his head to continue talking to Vaughn. "I'm so bad, but I can't help it. I need you to punish me and fuck me hard so that I'll learn my lesson."

"Ohhhh," Vaughn groaned, overcome with delight and lust. "Is that what you want?" He straddled Mark's thighs and leaned in, slapping his very hard length against Mark's ass. He groaned as it made contact, as he was almost painfully aroused by Mark's demands for punishment. "And how should I punish you?" he asked, licking his lips.

Mark's eyes slid over to the neat pile of clothing on the chair. Vaughn followed his gaze, and almost came right then when he realized Mark was looking at his belt. "Are you sure you want that?" he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "It'll hurt something awful."

Mark moaned, then wiggled his ass up at Vaughn. "I need it. I've been so bad." To be honest, he was a little afraid of the belt, but the fear was mingling with his excitement, resulting in a giddy sensation that made his dick ache. Vaughn bit his lip, groaning, and then got up to retrieve the wanted item. He came across his neckerchief in the pile, and grabbed that as well. He approached Mark once more, then seized up his wrists and tied his hands behind his back. Mark was so thrilled by this hastily thought up detail that he began thrusting himself into the bed, desperate for release.

"Don't you dare come yet," Vaughn warned. He leaned down and hissed in Mark's ear. "See, that's exactly the kind of thing that makes you a bad slut, and that's why you're being punished." Mark moaned, but stilled his hips for the time being. "That's better," Vaughn drawled, then reared back up and snapped the belt a few times for emphasis. "Slut. I'm gonna punish you now. Get ready."

Vaughn brought his arm up about halfway, then let it fall on Mark's ass with a sharp crack. He wasn't hitting with his full strength, as he didn't want to really injure the boy. He was relieved to hear Mark's surprised gasp, which contained just enough pleasure to let Vaughn know he wasn't going too far. He delivered another blow, causing Mark to shriek. He raised his arm once more and hit Mark on his thighs. Mark squirmed and moaned in exquisite pain. His flesh had begun to redden, and Vaughn desperately wanted to fuck him. He raised his arm to hit Mark one more time, but Mark cried out, stilling his arm.

"No! Please don't whip me anymore! I'll do anything you want!" He spread his legs suggestively and bent a little at his knees to bring his ass into the air. "Fuck me instead. As hard as you want."

Vaughn needed no additional encouragement, and he threw the belt aside as he grabbed for the lube in his bedside table. He slicked himself down as he moved forward, then both he and Mark groaned deeply as he pressed his length inside the little farmer's body. "Oh...you're so fucking tight..." Vaughn groaned as he thrust into him. Mark just cried out in pleasure, then let his hips fall back down to the bed so that he could grind himself into the bedcovers.

"Oh, Vaughn...fuck me harder," he begged. Vaughn let loose a little growl, then grabbed him by the hips and gave what was requested. He fucked him savagely, at such a furious tempo that he broke out in a sweat all over his body.

"Is that hard enough?" he grunted brokenly. Mark's face was pressed into the bed, and he could only answer with half muffled cries of ecstasy as the force of Vaughn's thrusts pushed him over the edge. His muscles tightened up on Vaughn, causing him to explode as well. They both cried out their intense pleasure for some time, until they finally broke apart. Vaughn collapsed down onto the bed, panting and gasping, and then reached over and untied Mark's wrists. He used the handkerchief to wipe up the mess under Mark, which he then threw aside carelessly.

Mark rolled into him, snuggling up cautiously. Vaughn didn't resist him; rather, he pulled him in closer and kissed him on top of his little blonde head. Mark sighed happily, pressing his lips to Vaughn's chest.