Part 9: Hard Labor
Markus grabbed Peter’s rope and pulled his captive into the kitchen. He left his boyfriend standing in the middle of the room, and walked over to the fridge, specifically to the mini whiteboard mounted onto the door. Usually a place to leave notes for each other or write a grocery list, Markus had other ideas. Wiping it clean and grabbed the attached marker, he scratched his chin for a moment before beginning to write.
Peter stood where Markus left him, but craned his neck, leaning to try and see what his boyfriend was writing. He shot back to attention when Markus glanced back, staring at his captive and deep in thought. Peter’s went a bit wide when he saw his boyfriend almost unconsciously lick his lips before he turned back to the board.
He stepped away a moment later, allowing Peter to see. “Mmm phmm mp?” Peter questioned as he read his boyfriend’s message. Markus had made three categories: Chore, Reward, and Punishment.
| Chores | Reward | Punishment |
|---|
| Dishes | Nipple play | Nipple Clamps |
| Laundry | Bandana Stuffing | Boxer Stuffing |
| Vacuum | Vibrator Wand | Sensory Dep. |
| Tidying | Massage | Tickling |
“So, my dashing rogue, here is your set of tasks. You have the entire afternoon to complete them. By dinnertime, say 5:30, I’ll assess how well you’ve accomplished each chore. Depending on how well you do, after dinner, you’ll receive the corresponding reward or punishment. Understand?” Markus explained as Peter studied the board.
“Mmff ffr!” Peter saluted again, intently focused on the reward column.
Markus stepped up to his captive and tightly grabbed Peter’s balls. “Good. It’s 12:30 now, so you’ve got just about 5 hours to get everything finished.” Markus released his grip and left Peter alone in the kitchen.
Peter contemplated his list of chores for another moment, as well their consequences. He figured that he could handle any of the punishments except maybe the nipple clamps, especially after last night. Hoping to avoid that fate, Peter immediately started work on the dirty dishes piling up in the sink.
He began soaking the pasta pot from last night’s dinner, then started scrubbing some of the caked on food off the stack of plates. He heard the tv go on in the other room, and he scowled. He could hear the deep, slightly southern accented voice of Luke explaining his plans for a client’s new living room. Looks like his celebrity crush’s marathon was still going.
He pushed his thoughts about Luke and Markus in bondage away, focusing on his current task. He loaded the plates and glasses into the dishwasher, one item at a time to avoid potentially dropping or breaking anything with his hands bound.
He picked up the sponge and scrubbed the pesto residue from the pot, briefly letting his mind picture Markus getting forcefully gagged with the sponge… Then he suddenly felt his boyfriend’s beard tickle against his neck. Markus had stepped up behind him while Peter was once again lost in a daydream.
Markus ran his fingers down his captive’s back, letting them rest on his hips for a moment, before he reached into the red boxers and began stroking Peter’s shaft. “Sorry to interrupt babe, but I realized I forgot something.”
“MMM FFMMPHR!” Peter exclaimed when he felt the familiar snugness of the cock ring slide back down his cock. Instantly, a pulse of vibration made him brace himself against the sink rim.
Markus whispered, “You look so hot right now. Maybe I should keep you like this all the time.” He lightly nibbled on Peter’s earlobe before once again leaving him to his chores.
He’s pure evil. That’s the only explanation. I’m dating a supervillain. Peter thought as he continued loading the dishwasher. Carefully riding the pulses, His mind wandered again as he completed the remaining dishes on autopilot.
Strapped to the lab table in the middle of the lair of his nemesis, Peter fruitlessly struggled against his bonds. His skin tight red super suit was ripped and torn, exposing his chest and crotch. He groaned into the thick muzzle inhibiting his speech. His struggling increased when his captor stepped into view. The dark haired and beard leather clad villain approached the table and began running a gloved hand across the ribbed fabric on the chest of the captured hero…
Peter shook his head. Damnit, I need to be more careful. He couldn’t get so distracted with his imagination. He hadn’t even finished one chore yet. Luckily, he had managed to finish loading the dishwasher, so he dropped a cleaning pod in and started it up.
He walked over to the whiteboard on the fridge and crossed out the first chore on his list, smiling wide around his ball gag. Looking at his remaining list, he knew doing the laundry would take the longest time to fully finish. He looked at the clock.
12:58. Enough time for wash and dry cycles for the lights and darks.
Another vibration reminded him that Markus was determined to distract him. Shuffling back to the table, Peter grabbed the bandana and jockstrap from his gag last night. He briskly walked through the living room, trying to ignore his shirtless boyfriend lounging on the couch, casually stroking his dick which he’d pulled out of his sweatpants. Peter also did his best to ignore the glamor shot of Luke running on the beach in an extremely short bathing suit.
Peter paused at the door to their bedroom, leaning against the doorframe as another pulse hummed at the base of his own erection. “Mmmmmmpph mmm…” He groaned trying his best not to let Markus’ scheming win. He composed himself, then entered the bedroom to gather up his and Markus’ clothes carelessly thrown off the night before.
He dumped his armful of clothes into the hamper in the bathroom before retrieving the towels and dress socks from the floor and tossing them in as well. He then awkwardly dragged the hamper out into the laundry room, nestled between the office and bedroom. Peter did his best to keep his mind entirely focused on sorting their dirty clothes, hoping he wouldn’t get sucked into another fantasy.
Markus must have sensed his boyfriend’s determination, because Peter’s knees practically buckled from an extremely intense round of cock ring vibrations.
Can’t let him break me again! Peter bit down into the red rubber of his gag, keeping his attention on the pile of clothes, grounding himself in the present.
When the pulsing eventually subsided, Peter quickly loaded the lights into the washer and started their cycle. He couldn’t cross laundry off the list yet, so he moved on to vacuuming. He grabbed the vacuum from the corner of the laundry room and began unwrapping the cord. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t get mildly tangled up in the cord and rope in the process. He blushed slightly, grateful that Markus hadn’t seen his near defeat at the hands of the vacuum cleaner.
Peter started in their bedroom, making quick work of the carpeted floor. He crossed the hall into the office and began his work there. It would have been fairly quick as well, since it was not a large room, but Peter accidentally pumped against the desk, knocking a few things over.
He sighed and paused in his vacuuming to fix his carelessness… when he noticed the bump had woken up Markus’ computer. Curiosity got the better of him, and he snuck a peek at the screen.
“Mmfffr ffffrmr!” Peter cursed as he stared at the microphone settings set to high sound sensitivity, which Markus had forgotten to readjust or exit out of the night before.
That bastard had been playing dirty all weekend! Peter scowled at the screen. He couldn’t believe how competitive his boyfriend had been the previous night.
Oh he is going to pay! Peter resolved, making a vow to escape before the weekend was up and teach his devious boyfriend a lesson. But for now, he would have to play along until he was able to strike back, and make sure Markus wouldn’t grow suspicious.
He quickly put the computer back to sleep and started up the vacuum again, pushing it back into the hall and out into the living room. There he began to take a small measure of revenge by slowing down to a snail’s pace, the loud whirring of the vacuum drowning out the tv and relative quiet of the room. He took his sweet time crossing back and forth in front of the tv, before spending as long as he could convincingly vacuum around Markus’s spot on the couch. Peter was coming for his boyfriend, maybe not tonight, but before the weekend was over.
He finished the vacuuming and returned it to the laundry room, then continued with the loads of laundry. He transferred the lights into the dryer and began that cycle, before doing the same for the darks in the washer.
His growing anger and plans for revenge kept his mind sharp and focused, and Peter was able to ride the handful of pulses that Markus sent his way. He went back to his chore list and crossed vacuuming off, and then moved on to general tidying up. He dug under the sink for cleaning wipes and cleaning spray, and began to scrub the counters and table. With his hands bound as they were, he was forced to use his whole body to lean in and out while wiping. The continual back and forth of that movement proved more exhausting than he realized, and by the time he finished in the kitchen, a healthy amount of sweat had developed on his brow.
He made his way back into the living room, and began wiping off the coffee table, once again using the lunging motion. Markus took full advantage, giving Peter’s ass a nice smack every time he pushed forward on the table. Peter grunted with each spank, adding more fuel to his revenge fire.
Markus lightly rubbed the now sensitive cheeks when Peter stood back up, before sending his captive back on his way. Peter bowed low, in mock gratitude to his boyfriend, then returned to their bedroom to finish cleaning in there.
He carefully returned the unused gags from his morning selection back into their supply box, along with the other unused coils of rope. He thought for a moment about which items he would be using soon to restrain his captor. He then purposefully hid their set of leather cuffs deeper in the box buried underneath a mountain of rope and gags.
He made their bed, an extremely annoying task to do with his hands trapped in their rope cuffs. He somehow managed to get the comforter straight, and even fluffed the pillows. In their bathroom he hung up a clean set of towels and wiped off the counter, putting away their toiletries. He checked the rope hanging in the showers, but it was still damp, so he left it there. No doubt Markus planned to use it on him tomorrow anyways. He heard his next load of laundry finish, but before he left the bathroom, he grabbed his bottle of face moisturizer and set it on his nightstand.
He started the colors that could be dried, and methodically hung up the articles that needed to air dry. He spent the rest of his time in the laundry room, folding the whites and waiting impatiently for the last dry cycle to end.
Another wave of pulses pulled his vengeance addled mind into another dream, where Markus was in his place folding their laundry, bound as he was and chewing on his own dirty jockstrap behind layers and layers of tape. He closed his eyes and began absentmindedly stroking his cock through his boxers.
“Ahem.” Peter’s eyes shot open to see an annoyed looking Markus standing in the doorway. “I wanted to check on you to make sure you were ok, and it seems like I did not a moment too soon.”
Peter reluctantly let go of his engorged member. Markus disappeared for a moment, reappearing with a small length of red rope. Shoe string actually, and Peter knew exactly where it was going.
“Ppmmmph mmm phmm mmm!” Peter pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Markus knelt down in front of his captive and swiftly pulled down the red boxers. Peter’s erect cock sprang free, which Markus grabbed and began tying with the shoe string. Peter groaned as he felt the string encircle his shaft and separate his balls, before being insultingly tied off and attached to the cock ring.
Markus then infuriatingly leaned in and kissed the twitching member before pulling the boxers back up. Peter could just feel the head poking out of the waistband. He glared defiantly at his boyfriend. “Snap for me babe. Let me know you’re ok.” Peter was pissed, he was gunning for revenge, but he snapped, loudly, to show he was ok to continue their weekend. After all, if he called it off now, he wouldn’t get to force Markus into his ropes.
The dryer buzzed and both turned in that direction. Markus nodded and smiled. “Go ahead and finish up here, then we’ll check the rest of your chores!”
Peter solemnly nodded and began folding the now dried clothes. He brought the folded laundry into the bedroom to put away and stole a glance at the clock.
5:27. Most of the day had come and gone, and Peter had hardly noticed with his mind singularly focused on his new goal.
When he shuffled back into the kitchen, Markus was there waiting for him. Peter saw that his boyfriend had taken the liberty of crossing out the rest of his chores, and had already circled something: bandana stuffing, the reward for satisfactorily completing the laundry.
“We’ll go through the rest of the chores and determine your punishment or reward for after dinner. Then we’ll eat!” Markus proudly explained again. “Now then, let’s see how well you did.”[/size]
