Mark quivered as the vibe continued tickling inside him, keeping him hanging on that edge... with nothing he could do about it, handcuffed and helpless. So close to coming, but if he gave in they would know and that would probably be the last time he'd get to come for a week. He needed to be a good boy.
That was easier said than done - as pent-up as he was, he couldn't help lust-filled thoughts, fantasizing about more teasing, maybe servicing them, and what they'd finally be doing to him when they let him come. He closed his eyes to picture his lovers' bodies more vividly, and that meant he heard the presence at the dungeon door before he saw it, making him jump.
Anthony chuckled. "Boo."
Mark took a moment to admire Anthony, six-two with a trim, lean-muscular build, black hair showing hints of silver, wide-set green eyes, boyishly handsome face. Anthony was standing with a black taper candle burning in a frosted glass holder in one hand, and a shot of what appeared to be cognac with ice in the other. And he was wearing blue medical scrubs.
"That's cheating," Mark said. "That's what you wear every day to work."
Anthony smirked. "You're wrong on a technicality. My career is as a veterinarian, yes. Tonight, however... I'm masquerading as a physician."
Mark shook with laughter. "You should have been a fucking lawyer."
Anthony's smirk became a grin, lighting up his entire face; Mark loved that smile, and smiled back at him, stomach fluttering.
Anthony put down the candle, swirled around the cognac in his glass before taking a sip, and offered the rest of the shot to Mark, helping him sit up a little to drink. Then Anthony kissed him deeply, their tongues swirling, and Mark moaned as he savored the lingering taste of cognac in the kiss.
Anthony touched Mark's face before he set the shot glass off to the side - now empty except for three ice cubes. Anthony walked towards the foot of the bed and paused to take a look at the vibe still buzzing away in Mark's cunt, on its lowest setting. Mark's clit twitched at Anthony looking, and Anthony smiled and licked his lips in response.
Anthony pulled the vibe out of Mark's pussy, dragged it for a deliciously agonizing instant over Mark's clit, almost making him come, then he turned it off. Mark exhaled with a mixture of relief and frustration. Then his breath hitched as Anthony inspected the vibe and he saw the metallic blue surface was coated with thick layer of pearly white cream.
"Oh my," Anthony said. He walked back up towards the head of the bed. "Say 'trick or treat'."
"Trick or treat," Mark replied obediently.
Anthony brought the creamed-up vibe to Mark's lips. Mark took the vibe between his lips and began sucking on it, bobbing his head back and forth, sucking the vibe like it was a cock. Anthony's eyes locked with his and the heat in Anthony's gaze almost made Mark come untouched. Mark couldn't help teasing a little - after the vibe glided in and out of his mouth a few turns he pulled back and his tongue took a long, slow lick up the vibe and back down. There was still pussy juice left on the vibe and tasting himself - savoring every last drop - made him feel like a shameless, wanton slut, fueling his lust even hotter. Hotter still when Anthony leaned in and his tongue joined Mark's in licking the vibe clean... tongues "accidentally" brushing then more purposefully, kissing open-mouthed, sensually rubbing their tongues together.
Anthony kissed him again, and again, and when the kiss broke, Mark glanced down at the very obvious tent in Anthony's scrub pants and smiled.
"I bet you want to suck on something else, don't you, slut?" Anthony asked.
Mark nodded eagerly.
Anthony laughed and took a few steps back. "Too bad. You're going to have to wait. You see..." Anthony strode over to the toybox. "Even though elves don't succumb to illness and injury quite the same way mortals do, you still need a checkup once in awhile to make sure everything is in good working order. That your body is still tuned up right." Anthony opened the toybox and took out the Wartenberg pinwheel. "So we have to run some stimulus tests."
A frisson went down Mark's spine as Anthony approached, the sharp spiky pinwheel in hand.
They'd played with the Wartenberg wheel dozens of times, but spaced enough weeks or months apart that each time felt like the first time, Mark letting out that gasp of shock and delight as the spikes made first contact with his flesh. Tonight was especially intense, after Nicholas had worked his entire body over with love bites and his skin was still sensitized. Anthony rolled the sharp pinwheel over Mark's shoulders and arms, over one nipple and across to the other, back and forth, nipple to nipple, making Mark writhe, moaning as the spikes scratched and tickled. The pinwheel dragged over his stomach, then Anthony rolled it around Mark's right hip and thigh, back over his stomach to the left hip and thigh.
As the pinwheel scraped up the seam of his crotch, Mark knew what was about to happen and braced himself. The feel of the pinwheel on his clit still made him cry out. Anthony let out a soft moan of appreciation and kept going, teasing and teasing Mark's clit with the pleasure-pain of the spiked wheel, then rolling it back and forth over Mark's pussy lips. Mark's breath was ragged, giving broken little cries as Anthony mastered him - nothing else existed but the sensation of the wheel pricking his most sensitive places, and being fully under Anthony's control.
Anthony did another round with the pinwheel over Mark's body, this time pressing in a little harder, hard enough to make tiny nicks and draw blood here and there. Mark almost came at the rough treatment of his nipples, and heard himself scream as Anthony scraped at the planes of his stomach, the stinging pain transmuted to melting bliss. Anthony used less pressure, going more gently as the pinwheel rolled on his clit again, but the pleasure of it was still torment, keeping Mark on that edge... pushing him to climb that edge higher and higher, breathless with dizzying, overwhelming sensation.
At last Anthony put the pinwheel down. Mark gave him a pleading whimper, desperate to be allowed to come. But he knew that gleam in Anthony's eye. Anthony wasn't through with the "exam" yet.
Anthony walked over to where he'd put the taper candle and, as he came over with it, Mark realized it wasn't just for aesthetic. Anthony hesitated for a moment, giving Mark the chance to safeword if he needed it. But Mark didn't need to safeword. He needed more of this delicious domination. And his clit twitched, answering for him.
Mark screamed as the hot wax dripped onto his painfully-hard right nipple, then his left. Anthony gave him that smug, satisfied little smirk when his nipples were covered in black wax, then Anthony's hand moved lower, dripping the wax all the way down Mark's torso. The candle was halfway melted, and Anthony dripped the rest of the wax over Mark's left thigh, then his right thigh. He blew out the flickering flame of the remaining stub, and stood there with the spent candle in his hand, looking at Mark's naked body covered in cascading patterns of black wax, with hungry eyes.
Anthony went to the endtable where he'd left the shot glass. He put down the taper holder, picked up the glass, and shook one of the three ice cubes into his mouth, putting the shot glass back down as he held the ice cube in his teeth. Then he came around the bed and knelt at the foot of the bed, leaning in. As he came closer to Mark's cunt with the ice cube hanging out of his mouth, Mark's breath hitched, knowing what was about to happen.
Once again Mark let out a cry as the cold ice began to slide against his swollen, aching clit, freeze-burning, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. Anthony kept the ice in his mouth, working it like a tongue back and forth over Mark's hard clit over and over again, making Mark gasp and whimper, trembling at the feel of the cold touch caressing his clit, the ice melting, cool water dripping in the heat of his cunt. He was aroused enough that the ice melted quickly, and when it was gone, Anthony slipped his ice-cold tongue into Mark's pussy, tongue-fucking his inner walls, driving him even crazier. Mark was so lost in sensation that he heard himself swearing in Quenya. Anthony laughed softly and rubbed his tongue harder, faster, and Mark couldn't help bucking his hips as much as the restraints would allow, desperately fucking himself on Anthony's filthy sweet tongue.
Just before Mark could come without permission, Anthony stopped licking inside him and began sucking at Mark's thick, meaty pussy lips, tugging on them. His mouth was still cool from the ice, intensifying the pleasure. After a few slow swipes of his tongue on Mark's clit, Anthony came up to kiss Mark, and Mark's cunt throbbed as he tasted himself on Anthony's tongue.
"Please," Mark begged, feeling ready to explode if he didn't get to come.
Anthony smirked. "We're not through with your exam, pet."
Mark whined - but secretly he loved it, being so thoroughly wrecked like this, Anthony glorious in his power. Anthony went back to the toolbox and this time he got a knife. As Mark lay there holding as still as possible - no easy feat when he was quivering with sexual need - Anthony used the knife to scrape the crust of wax from Mark's nipples and chest and stomach and thighs. Every now and again the blade made a small cut, and Mark gasped, trying to hold back his orgasm.
"Such a good boy, trusting me like this," Anthony husked, working the knife to peel the wax from Mark's skin. "Such a good, good boy. Even though your life is in my hands with this knife - I could stab you to death - you know I would never, ever hurt you." Anthony smiled. "Not in a not-fun way, anyway."
Anthony tenderly, reverently kissed the places where the knife had broken skin, again making Mark shudder and gasp, his entire body thrilling to those sweet kisses. When the wax was all gone, Anthony put the knife down, and tipped the shot glass, a melting ice cube spilling into his hand. Anthony took the ice cube and ran it over everywhere the wax had been, the burning cold kissing Mark's nipples, his stomach, his thighs, all sensitized from the pinwheel and the hot wax. Mark began swearing in Quenya again, panting for it, cunt dripping, and Anthony grinned as he watched Mark fall apart, going deeper into subspace, urgent to come but never wanting Anthony to stop dominating him, teasing him, making his body sing with sensual pleasure.
Anthony took the last melting ice cube and traced Mark's lips with it, made him suck on it a little before he dragged the ice over Mark's body for another round. "So beautiful." Anthony's free hand followed the trail of the ice, caressing in slow, lazy circles. Mark whined, and Anthony laughed at him again. "Such a beautiful, good boy."
"Please," Mark begged again - but he wasn't using the safeword.
Anthony let the last sliver of ice melt in his hand, then stuck his cold index and middle finger in Mark's mouth. Mark sucked Anthony's fingers like a cock, sliding in and out of his mouth. Anthony groaned and pulled down his scrub pants, freeing his hard cock, long and thick. "What do you say, fuckslut?"
"Trick or treat." Mark licked his lips.
Anthony shoved his cock in Mark's mouth and Mark sucked greedily, making lewd gulping, slurping sounds as he worshipped. After a moment Anthony grabbed Mark by the points of his ears and started rocking his hips, fucking Mark's mouth. Mark wished he had his hands free to touch himself, and his cunt pulsed - just the tiniest flutter, not a full orgasm, only enough to torment him even more. Mark moaned with his mouth full, sucking and sucking, hungry for Anthony's beautiful cock like never before.
When Anthony began visibly shaking, his breath ragged, Mark wondered if Anthony was going to come in his mouth, but Anthony stopped himself, pulling back. He tapped the head of his cock on Mark's tongue, making streamers of precum, and let Mark take a few licks at the head before he stepped off to the side.
Anthony walked over to the chair where Nicholas had draped his cape, and sat down, pants around his ankles. He slowly stroked himself, looking at Mark tied up, cunt creaming. The sight of Anthony with his cock in hand, idly stroking, was even more of a tease than being touched, driving Mark out of his mind with lust.
"Please," Mark begged, wanting that cock inside him. "Please. Please. Please..."
Anthony gave a full-bodied, menacing laugh, and then he put the fingers of his free hand in his mouth and whistled. Mark knew what that meant - it was time for Sören to join the fun.
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