Re: Bondage Weekend (M/M) (Part 5 Added)
Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2021 5:14 am
Part 6: Release
Peter tested his new predicament by flopping meekly a few times after Markus returned to his d&d session, not that it would have made any difference. Even if he managed to get free, it wouldn’t change the outcome of the challenge. Bound by his word, more so than by these ropes, Peter was his boyfriend’s plaything all weekend. Would he have enjoyed dominating his devious partner for the next several days? Absolutely. But Peter would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for everything Markus had planned for him, smelly socks and all.
He also noticed the lower intensity of the cock ring vibrations. It was a small relief, but the constant sensation was keeping his cock erect. Already he could feel the involuntary twitching and moaned long and low.
Peter lifted his head slightly and looked on into the office. Markus, despite calling out attacks and making dice rolls for an ambush of plant monsters, was barely breaking his gaze on Peter. The anger and competitive frustration was gone, replaced with a hungry desire.
“Mmmmph mmphh hmmmmp phmmm mm!” Peter tried calling out, testing the thorough gag Markus had applied. He waited, checking to hear if his noise attracted any unwanted attention from the group. Nothing. Peter formulated a plan. I may as well get as much enjoyment out of this hour as I can…
Riding the constant vibrations, Peter once again let his mind wander, giving in to the various kinky fantasies swirling in his mind.
Once again Peter stood over his spread eagled boyfriend, Markus grunting helplessly behind the tape gag. Peter continued to stroke his own cock as he watched his boyfriend struggle against his bindings. He watched the struggling for a few minutes before reaching down and jerking Markus’ cock ring clad member. The adorkable teacher was puddy in his boyfriend’s hand, and was about to climax when their bedroom door silently swung open. Stepping out from the darkness of Peter’s fantasy was the sexy tv host Luke.
Luke stood there, almost naked except for a tight neon green speedo, muscles bulging, smile sparkling, hair perfectly coiffed. Peter let go of both cocks he was stroking, ignoring the whimpers from Markus, and silently coaxed Luke over to his side. Peter stroked the host’s perfect, beautiful cheek, before grabbing a fistful of Luke’s hair and forcefully pulling them into an intense kiss. The two moaned into each other’s open mouths, at the same time that Markus groaned in frustration, reaching helpless with his bound hand. He wanted so desperately to join them, but was powerless to do so.
Peter broke off the kiss and quickly spun the dazed tv personality around, and with equal swiftness, had his hands secured in rope cuffs. He pushed Luke down onto the bed and on top of Markus, who cried out in pain as the hunk of muscle fell over him. The cry changed to one of pleasure as Luke, who landed with his head close to Markus’ pelvis, instinctively leaned in and began kissing and nuzzling the eager cock standing erect before him.
Peter took the opportunity to pull off those green speedos and then bound his new captive’s ankles. He pulled Luke away from Markus’ cock, reveling in the moaning complaints from both men. Once again taking a fistful of Luke’s hair, Peter held the speedos up to the host’s lips, who sheepishly opened his mouth. Peter crammed them in, lingering long enough to trace the perfect and plump lips with his thumb. He began wrapping the roll of duct tape around Luke’s head.
“Mmmmmm..” He heard Luke cry out…
“Mmmmmmmmmmppphh!” Peter echoed, crying out himself as he climaxed again into his tight jeans. He kept his eyes tightly shut. He couldn’t look at Markus right now, couldn’t deal with that smug smile.
But… Markus hadn’t stopped the cock ring from vibrating. He hadn’t tried to stop Peter from climaxing a second time. Was he too busy with his friends? Was he taking pity on his bound boyfriend? Whatever the reason, Peter decided to seize the opportunity while he still could.
Focusing once again on the pleasure pulsing into him, he distantly heard Bobby and Dave arguing over how best to torture a bandit the group had just taken hostage. Hmm, I could think of a few things. He thought to himself before another fantasy took him.
Peter lay on the bed, his wrists tightly bound together above his head and roped to the headboard. His ankles were similarly bound to the foot of the bed. He was staring into Markus’ deep brown eyes. The lower half of his face was completely wrapped in black and yellow construction tape. Peter grunted, and found that he was gagged in a similar fashion. Markus’ wrists were tied behind him, and he sat on the bed, straddling Peter’s hips. Peter felt bindings securing Markus’ ankles to Peter’s calves. They were both naked and erect.
Both were struggling, but it was mostly for show. Transfixed as he was in watching his bound boyfriend straddle him, Peter hardly noticed Luke walk over to the bed. The sexy host was dressed in his show attire, that is to say, only in extremely tight jeans and a toolbelt. No tools of the trade were attached to his hips, however. They had been replaced with a plethora of kinky toys. Without a word, Luke retrieved a bottle of lube from his belt. He began a liberal application on Peter’s cock and Markus’ exposed hole, before guiding Peter’s member closer… closer…
Back in reality, Peter had begun humping the air. Lost in his dreaming, he could have fucked a hole in his jeans and wouldn’t have cared.
Luke moved the bound Markus into position to accept his boyfriend. Peter thrusted, slow at first, slowly getting faster. Markus rolled his hips back and forth, riding his bound boyfriend. Luke pulled out a vibrating wand from his belt and began massaging Markus’ exposed cock with it. Markus continued to ride his boyfriend, the pair of them screaming into their tape gags until they came at the same time.
Peter huffed and puffed, completely out of breath, having climaxed once more. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel now the large cum stain seeping into his jeans. He didn’t care. He managed to open his eyes and focused his attention on Markus.
“...And as you try to carry the stolen treasure back to your stolen ship, the waters in the cove erupt, and a massive scaled serpent bursts from the waves. He stares hungrily at Sarai and Aster, who are holding onto the chest. He lunges at you two… And that’s where we’ll end it for the night!” All of Markus’ group complained, begging for a little bit longer, not wanting to end on such a cliffhanger.
But Markus could not be swayed. “Sorry everyone. I promised Peter just one more hour, and besides we still need to make dinner. I’ll message everyone in a few days to schedule our next session. Have a great night and a great weekend everyone!”
As the group said their goodbyes, Peter looked over at the clock. 9:30. And hearing Markus mention dinner caused Peter’s stomach to growl. He had almost forgotten that they hadn’t eaten yet. He moaned in intense relief when he felt the vibrations from the cock ring finally die.
“Did you enjoy yourself my dashing rogue?” Markus asked as he came into the bedroom.
Peter blushed, then nodded and grunted as Markus knelt down and began undoing his ankle restraints. He gathered up the rope that secured Peter to the bed and held it loosely in his hands. Grabbing hold of Peter’s legs, Markus pulled his boyfriend to the edge of the bed, allowing Peter to sit up.
Peter hoped that Markus would finally untie his wrists and arms, but deep down he knew better. Instead, Markus took the rope in his hands and tied it in the middle of the chest ropes, forming a lead. He then helped Peter stand up, and wrapped his strong arms around his bound prize.
They stood there like that for a few moments, Peter nuzzling his head against Markus’, before Markus began peppering kisses all over Peter’s tape gagged lips.Peter knew that Markus loved gag-kisses, and had probably been waiting that whole last hour to do exactly this. Peter leaned into the embrace and kisses, before Markus abruptly stopped. Taking his end of the rope lead in hand, he started walking out of the bedroom, and Peter was forced to follow.
Markus led Peter down the hall, passed their spare guest room (which was used exactly 3 times a year by the occasional visiting friend or relative) and the guest bathroom, before he was led into the main living space. It was an older ranch house, built in the mid 90s, and belonged to Markus’ grandmother before she passed. He inherited the property, and even though it was out in a quiet suburb, it was completely paid off, so Markus happily moved in. Most of the main house was this rather large living room. At the far end was a wall that divided the living room and kitchen, a small breakfast nook connecting the two. A more formal dining room was on the other side of the kitchen by the front door, separated by a coat closet and an honest-to-god built in bar. Despite being a ranch, the ceilings were quite high, necessitating an impressively sturdy oak rafter and an offset column dividing the large room into more defined spaces.
They passed the stacked stone fireplace against the back wall and crossed into the breakfast nook. Unless they were doing serious entertaining, the couple exclusively used the nook for their meals. Markus pulled out a chair and sat Peter into it, angling him so he faced the small but updated kitchen. Another peck against the tape gag, and a pinch of Peter’s nipple, and Markus left his boyfriend to watch him cook their dinner.
“It’s getting a bit late for dinner, so I figured I’d do a simple pasta. Low effort ya know?” Markus said to his boyfriend, as if it were a normal night, and as if Peter could respond meaningfully. “I thought I would make one of your favs, italian sausage and pesto!” Peter smiled through his gag at that.
He watched Markus set the water to boil, before beginning to chop the sausage and peppers. He paused briefly to pull out his phone and put on his disco playlist. Peter groaned as his tone deaf boyfriend began singing along to Abba’s greatest hits. Markus finished chopping the sausage and peppers and poured the box of pasta into the now boiling water.
“Mmmmm mmmph hm!” Peter called out to Markus, hoping his boyfriend would take pity on him and untie him… or at least remove the gag! Markus looked up and smirked at Peter’s pleading face.
“You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your liiiife!” Markus screech-sang into the wooden spoon he was using to stir his noodles. After getting his sausage and peppers sauteing in the pan, he set everything down and grabbed a pack of mints from the bowl on the counter. He popped a mint into his mouth, then turned to smile at Peter, showing the mint carefully held between his teeth.
He danced his way over to his bound boyfriend, and slowly began unwinding the tape, being careful not to pull off any hair. He pulled off the remaining strips and undid the knot in the bandana cleave gag. He pulled the bandana free of Peter’s lips, and helped Peter expel the jockstrap from his mouth.
Peter tried to say something, but Markus forced his lips onto his boyfriends, practically attacking his mouth. The kiss was passionate, but over too soon. When Markus broke away and went back to his cooking, Peter found that he was now in possession of the mint. He happily began sucking on it, allowing the peppermint flavor to finally take away the lingering musk of the jock and socks.
“Thought you might want to clean the taste of my socks and jock out of your mouth before dinner.” Markus commented, stirring his sausage and peppers and adding another dash of salt to the pasta pot.
“Babe, that was so hot… all of it!” Peter said, then quickly added after Markus silently raised an eyebrow. “But seriously, you know I’m gonna get back at you eventually right?”
“Eventually being the operative word. Speaking of, you know you are in for it this weekend right?” Peter stared at his boyfriend, confused. “Those extra orgasms? I told you that after I won, you wouldn’t be cumming until I said so… and I don’t recall saying so either time.”
“But I.. you.. The ring… fuck.” Peter stammered. “It’s not my fault I have a vivid imagination… or a sexy boyfriend that knows how to keep me satisfied.” he tried to butter Markus up.
Markus laughed. “Nice try babe. But you’re still gonna get it.” He drained the pasta and was now combining the noodles, sausage and peppers, and the pesto sauce. He spooned two servings into bowls and brought them over to the table.
Peter twisted around as best he could, and started waving his hands up and down, indicating his desire to be untied to eat. Markus ignored him and instead stabbed a forkful and held it up to Peter’s lips.
Peter sighed, but smiled at his boyfriend’s attentive nature coming out, and accepted the food. They settled into easy conversation about their day, not having an opportunity to talk earlier this evening.
“...And of course these same students that dozed off during my test are the same ones who are failing their math classes.” Markus vented.
“But babe, you suck at math too.” Peter teased.
Markus pulled the latest forkful away from Peter’s mouth. “And that’s why I’m dating an accountant.” he offered up the food again, which Peter quickly snatched up.
“Well that’s not the only reason…” Peter goaded between chews.
Markus took his own bite and contemplated his boyfriend while he finished chewing. “Hmmm… No, I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason.” He teased, laughing at Peter’s huffs of indignation.
After dinner, Markus cleared the table, dropping the dirty dishes in the sink before returning to his boyfriend and helping him stand up.
“Babe can you please untie me? My arms are so sore right now. And I need to get out of these jeans and boxers. Please!” Peter begged.
“Ok, ok. You do have a point.” Markus nodded, and began untying Peter’s chest and wrists. The rope fell away and Peter immediately reached up, then down, stretching his arms that had been pinned to his side for over three hours.
“Ok, go use the restroom, take off all of that, and when you come back, I want to see you in those sexy purple boxers. And yes you can take off the ring.” Peter gladly accepted the orders. After all, Markus was in charge for the weekend. He went back into the bedroom and quickly removed everything he was still wearing- jacket, boots, socks, and cum stained jeans and boxers. It felt so good to be free of his tight fitting boots and pants. He pulled off the cock ring and set it down on the bathroom counter. He donned his purple boxers after using the bathroom, and returned to the living room, just as Markus was coming out of the guest bathroom.
“I figured we could take it easy for the rest of the night, after our little competition. Thought we might put on a movie and just cuddle. Thoughts?” Markus proposed. Peter eagerly nodded. After his intense night in bondage, he was ready for some relaxation. Markus led him over to the couch and set about finding a movie for them to watch.
TING! Peter was startled by his text notification. With the evening he was having, he had completely forgotten that his phone was still on the couch, left behind when Markus suggested had originally taken him back to their bedroom.
“Hey Pete, I know you said you’d be busy this weekend, but I hope you find time to watch the big game. Can’t wait to take your $100! Go Hawks! Also say hi to Markus for me!- Liam”
Shit. Peter had forgotten all about Sunday’s football game. His college team, the Spartans, was facing off against Liam’s team, and of course they had made a bet weeks ago. Liam was his best friend, cubicle-mate, and fellow part time model. If his team won, Peter would never hear the end of it. He had to catch this game, he just couldn’t hear the results from Liam on Tuesday.
“Hey babe, any chance we could catch the game on Sunday?” Peter brought out his best puppy dog eyes, pushing his lips out into the biggest pout he could manage.
Markus shook his head and ruffled Peter’s hair. “Oh how quickly we forget who’s in charge this weekend!” He stared at his pouting boyfriend and sighed. “Fine, ok. Maybe. Maybe if you behave this weekend, You can watch it Monday night. I need to finish some grades, so maybe I can work on that while you watch the game.” Markus then set the game to record. “You are very lucky that you’re cute.”
Peter beamed and quickly fired off a taunting text back to Liam. Markus Settled on The Sound of Music, and as the overture started, and the camera swept over the mountains, Markus pulled the phone out of Peter’s hands. Setting it on the end table, he took a length of rope Peter hadn’t noticed before, and quickly tied Peter’s wrists together in front of him.
Markus got up and grabbed a blanket from the closet, and mimicking Maria’s heartfelt mountaintop spin, rejoined his boyfriend back on the couch. After he sat down, Peter adjusted himself to lean against his captor, letting his head rest on Markus’ hairy chest. Markus pulled the blanket around them, and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend.
They debated the attractiveness of Christopher Plummer for a bit before Markus shifted his arm and handgagged his boyfriend, silencing any further protests. Peter hummed into his boyfriend’s hand and settled in to enjoy the rest of the movie. Markus used his other hand to occasionally play with Peter’s nipple. Peter wasn’t sure what Markus had in store for him for the rest of the weekend, but at this moment, he didn’t care. This is right where he wanted to be.
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Hey everyone, A slightly longer update this time! I wanted to wrap up Markus and Peter's Friday night so we could settle in for the rest of their weekend! I've got a somewhat busy week ahead of me, so I wanted to get this update out now. I am going to use my time to plan and adjust my outlines for the next parts of this story! Updates may be a bit slower for a bit, so enjoy this slightly longer chapter!
Peter tested his new predicament by flopping meekly a few times after Markus returned to his d&d session, not that it would have made any difference. Even if he managed to get free, it wouldn’t change the outcome of the challenge. Bound by his word, more so than by these ropes, Peter was his boyfriend’s plaything all weekend. Would he have enjoyed dominating his devious partner for the next several days? Absolutely. But Peter would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for everything Markus had planned for him, smelly socks and all.
He also noticed the lower intensity of the cock ring vibrations. It was a small relief, but the constant sensation was keeping his cock erect. Already he could feel the involuntary twitching and moaned long and low.
Peter lifted his head slightly and looked on into the office. Markus, despite calling out attacks and making dice rolls for an ambush of plant monsters, was barely breaking his gaze on Peter. The anger and competitive frustration was gone, replaced with a hungry desire.
“Mmmmph mmphh hmmmmp phmmm mm!” Peter tried calling out, testing the thorough gag Markus had applied. He waited, checking to hear if his noise attracted any unwanted attention from the group. Nothing. Peter formulated a plan. I may as well get as much enjoyment out of this hour as I can…
Riding the constant vibrations, Peter once again let his mind wander, giving in to the various kinky fantasies swirling in his mind.
Once again Peter stood over his spread eagled boyfriend, Markus grunting helplessly behind the tape gag. Peter continued to stroke his own cock as he watched his boyfriend struggle against his bindings. He watched the struggling for a few minutes before reaching down and jerking Markus’ cock ring clad member. The adorkable teacher was puddy in his boyfriend’s hand, and was about to climax when their bedroom door silently swung open. Stepping out from the darkness of Peter’s fantasy was the sexy tv host Luke.
Luke stood there, almost naked except for a tight neon green speedo, muscles bulging, smile sparkling, hair perfectly coiffed. Peter let go of both cocks he was stroking, ignoring the whimpers from Markus, and silently coaxed Luke over to his side. Peter stroked the host’s perfect, beautiful cheek, before grabbing a fistful of Luke’s hair and forcefully pulling them into an intense kiss. The two moaned into each other’s open mouths, at the same time that Markus groaned in frustration, reaching helpless with his bound hand. He wanted so desperately to join them, but was powerless to do so.
Peter broke off the kiss and quickly spun the dazed tv personality around, and with equal swiftness, had his hands secured in rope cuffs. He pushed Luke down onto the bed and on top of Markus, who cried out in pain as the hunk of muscle fell over him. The cry changed to one of pleasure as Luke, who landed with his head close to Markus’ pelvis, instinctively leaned in and began kissing and nuzzling the eager cock standing erect before him.
Peter took the opportunity to pull off those green speedos and then bound his new captive’s ankles. He pulled Luke away from Markus’ cock, reveling in the moaning complaints from both men. Once again taking a fistful of Luke’s hair, Peter held the speedos up to the host’s lips, who sheepishly opened his mouth. Peter crammed them in, lingering long enough to trace the perfect and plump lips with his thumb. He began wrapping the roll of duct tape around Luke’s head.
“Mmmmmm..” He heard Luke cry out…
“Mmmmmmmmmmppphh!” Peter echoed, crying out himself as he climaxed again into his tight jeans. He kept his eyes tightly shut. He couldn’t look at Markus right now, couldn’t deal with that smug smile.
But… Markus hadn’t stopped the cock ring from vibrating. He hadn’t tried to stop Peter from climaxing a second time. Was he too busy with his friends? Was he taking pity on his bound boyfriend? Whatever the reason, Peter decided to seize the opportunity while he still could.
Focusing once again on the pleasure pulsing into him, he distantly heard Bobby and Dave arguing over how best to torture a bandit the group had just taken hostage. Hmm, I could think of a few things. He thought to himself before another fantasy took him.
Peter lay on the bed, his wrists tightly bound together above his head and roped to the headboard. His ankles were similarly bound to the foot of the bed. He was staring into Markus’ deep brown eyes. The lower half of his face was completely wrapped in black and yellow construction tape. Peter grunted, and found that he was gagged in a similar fashion. Markus’ wrists were tied behind him, and he sat on the bed, straddling Peter’s hips. Peter felt bindings securing Markus’ ankles to Peter’s calves. They were both naked and erect.
Both were struggling, but it was mostly for show. Transfixed as he was in watching his bound boyfriend straddle him, Peter hardly noticed Luke walk over to the bed. The sexy host was dressed in his show attire, that is to say, only in extremely tight jeans and a toolbelt. No tools of the trade were attached to his hips, however. They had been replaced with a plethora of kinky toys. Without a word, Luke retrieved a bottle of lube from his belt. He began a liberal application on Peter’s cock and Markus’ exposed hole, before guiding Peter’s member closer… closer…
Back in reality, Peter had begun humping the air. Lost in his dreaming, he could have fucked a hole in his jeans and wouldn’t have cared.
Luke moved the bound Markus into position to accept his boyfriend. Peter thrusted, slow at first, slowly getting faster. Markus rolled his hips back and forth, riding his bound boyfriend. Luke pulled out a vibrating wand from his belt and began massaging Markus’ exposed cock with it. Markus continued to ride his boyfriend, the pair of them screaming into their tape gags until they came at the same time.
Peter huffed and puffed, completely out of breath, having climaxed once more. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel now the large cum stain seeping into his jeans. He didn’t care. He managed to open his eyes and focused his attention on Markus.
“...And as you try to carry the stolen treasure back to your stolen ship, the waters in the cove erupt, and a massive scaled serpent bursts from the waves. He stares hungrily at Sarai and Aster, who are holding onto the chest. He lunges at you two… And that’s where we’ll end it for the night!” All of Markus’ group complained, begging for a little bit longer, not wanting to end on such a cliffhanger.
But Markus could not be swayed. “Sorry everyone. I promised Peter just one more hour, and besides we still need to make dinner. I’ll message everyone in a few days to schedule our next session. Have a great night and a great weekend everyone!”
As the group said their goodbyes, Peter looked over at the clock. 9:30. And hearing Markus mention dinner caused Peter’s stomach to growl. He had almost forgotten that they hadn’t eaten yet. He moaned in intense relief when he felt the vibrations from the cock ring finally die.
“Did you enjoy yourself my dashing rogue?” Markus asked as he came into the bedroom.
Peter blushed, then nodded and grunted as Markus knelt down and began undoing his ankle restraints. He gathered up the rope that secured Peter to the bed and held it loosely in his hands. Grabbing hold of Peter’s legs, Markus pulled his boyfriend to the edge of the bed, allowing Peter to sit up.
Peter hoped that Markus would finally untie his wrists and arms, but deep down he knew better. Instead, Markus took the rope in his hands and tied it in the middle of the chest ropes, forming a lead. He then helped Peter stand up, and wrapped his strong arms around his bound prize.
They stood there like that for a few moments, Peter nuzzling his head against Markus’, before Markus began peppering kisses all over Peter’s tape gagged lips.Peter knew that Markus loved gag-kisses, and had probably been waiting that whole last hour to do exactly this. Peter leaned into the embrace and kisses, before Markus abruptly stopped. Taking his end of the rope lead in hand, he started walking out of the bedroom, and Peter was forced to follow.
Markus led Peter down the hall, passed their spare guest room (which was used exactly 3 times a year by the occasional visiting friend or relative) and the guest bathroom, before he was led into the main living space. It was an older ranch house, built in the mid 90s, and belonged to Markus’ grandmother before she passed. He inherited the property, and even though it was out in a quiet suburb, it was completely paid off, so Markus happily moved in. Most of the main house was this rather large living room. At the far end was a wall that divided the living room and kitchen, a small breakfast nook connecting the two. A more formal dining room was on the other side of the kitchen by the front door, separated by a coat closet and an honest-to-god built in bar. Despite being a ranch, the ceilings were quite high, necessitating an impressively sturdy oak rafter and an offset column dividing the large room into more defined spaces.
They passed the stacked stone fireplace against the back wall and crossed into the breakfast nook. Unless they were doing serious entertaining, the couple exclusively used the nook for their meals. Markus pulled out a chair and sat Peter into it, angling him so he faced the small but updated kitchen. Another peck against the tape gag, and a pinch of Peter’s nipple, and Markus left his boyfriend to watch him cook their dinner.
“It’s getting a bit late for dinner, so I figured I’d do a simple pasta. Low effort ya know?” Markus said to his boyfriend, as if it were a normal night, and as if Peter could respond meaningfully. “I thought I would make one of your favs, italian sausage and pesto!” Peter smiled through his gag at that.
He watched Markus set the water to boil, before beginning to chop the sausage and peppers. He paused briefly to pull out his phone and put on his disco playlist. Peter groaned as his tone deaf boyfriend began singing along to Abba’s greatest hits. Markus finished chopping the sausage and peppers and poured the box of pasta into the now boiling water.
“Mmmmm mmmph hm!” Peter called out to Markus, hoping his boyfriend would take pity on him and untie him… or at least remove the gag! Markus looked up and smirked at Peter’s pleading face.
“You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your liiiife!” Markus screech-sang into the wooden spoon he was using to stir his noodles. After getting his sausage and peppers sauteing in the pan, he set everything down and grabbed a pack of mints from the bowl on the counter. He popped a mint into his mouth, then turned to smile at Peter, showing the mint carefully held between his teeth.
He danced his way over to his bound boyfriend, and slowly began unwinding the tape, being careful not to pull off any hair. He pulled off the remaining strips and undid the knot in the bandana cleave gag. He pulled the bandana free of Peter’s lips, and helped Peter expel the jockstrap from his mouth.
Peter tried to say something, but Markus forced his lips onto his boyfriends, practically attacking his mouth. The kiss was passionate, but over too soon. When Markus broke away and went back to his cooking, Peter found that he was now in possession of the mint. He happily began sucking on it, allowing the peppermint flavor to finally take away the lingering musk of the jock and socks.
“Thought you might want to clean the taste of my socks and jock out of your mouth before dinner.” Markus commented, stirring his sausage and peppers and adding another dash of salt to the pasta pot.
“Babe, that was so hot… all of it!” Peter said, then quickly added after Markus silently raised an eyebrow. “But seriously, you know I’m gonna get back at you eventually right?”
“Eventually being the operative word. Speaking of, you know you are in for it this weekend right?” Peter stared at his boyfriend, confused. “Those extra orgasms? I told you that after I won, you wouldn’t be cumming until I said so… and I don’t recall saying so either time.”
“But I.. you.. The ring… fuck.” Peter stammered. “It’s not my fault I have a vivid imagination… or a sexy boyfriend that knows how to keep me satisfied.” he tried to butter Markus up.
Markus laughed. “Nice try babe. But you’re still gonna get it.” He drained the pasta and was now combining the noodles, sausage and peppers, and the pesto sauce. He spooned two servings into bowls and brought them over to the table.
Peter twisted around as best he could, and started waving his hands up and down, indicating his desire to be untied to eat. Markus ignored him and instead stabbed a forkful and held it up to Peter’s lips.
Peter sighed, but smiled at his boyfriend’s attentive nature coming out, and accepted the food. They settled into easy conversation about their day, not having an opportunity to talk earlier this evening.
“...And of course these same students that dozed off during my test are the same ones who are failing their math classes.” Markus vented.
“But babe, you suck at math too.” Peter teased.
Markus pulled the latest forkful away from Peter’s mouth. “And that’s why I’m dating an accountant.” he offered up the food again, which Peter quickly snatched up.
“Well that’s not the only reason…” Peter goaded between chews.
Markus took his own bite and contemplated his boyfriend while he finished chewing. “Hmmm… No, I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason.” He teased, laughing at Peter’s huffs of indignation.
After dinner, Markus cleared the table, dropping the dirty dishes in the sink before returning to his boyfriend and helping him stand up.
“Babe can you please untie me? My arms are so sore right now. And I need to get out of these jeans and boxers. Please!” Peter begged.
“Ok, ok. You do have a point.” Markus nodded, and began untying Peter’s chest and wrists. The rope fell away and Peter immediately reached up, then down, stretching his arms that had been pinned to his side for over three hours.
“Ok, go use the restroom, take off all of that, and when you come back, I want to see you in those sexy purple boxers. And yes you can take off the ring.” Peter gladly accepted the orders. After all, Markus was in charge for the weekend. He went back into the bedroom and quickly removed everything he was still wearing- jacket, boots, socks, and cum stained jeans and boxers. It felt so good to be free of his tight fitting boots and pants. He pulled off the cock ring and set it down on the bathroom counter. He donned his purple boxers after using the bathroom, and returned to the living room, just as Markus was coming out of the guest bathroom.
“I figured we could take it easy for the rest of the night, after our little competition. Thought we might put on a movie and just cuddle. Thoughts?” Markus proposed. Peter eagerly nodded. After his intense night in bondage, he was ready for some relaxation. Markus led him over to the couch and set about finding a movie for them to watch.
TING! Peter was startled by his text notification. With the evening he was having, he had completely forgotten that his phone was still on the couch, left behind when Markus suggested had originally taken him back to their bedroom.
“Hey Pete, I know you said you’d be busy this weekend, but I hope you find time to watch the big game. Can’t wait to take your $100! Go Hawks! Also say hi to Markus for me!- Liam”
Shit. Peter had forgotten all about Sunday’s football game. His college team, the Spartans, was facing off against Liam’s team, and of course they had made a bet weeks ago. Liam was his best friend, cubicle-mate, and fellow part time model. If his team won, Peter would never hear the end of it. He had to catch this game, he just couldn’t hear the results from Liam on Tuesday.
“Hey babe, any chance we could catch the game on Sunday?” Peter brought out his best puppy dog eyes, pushing his lips out into the biggest pout he could manage.
Markus shook his head and ruffled Peter’s hair. “Oh how quickly we forget who’s in charge this weekend!” He stared at his pouting boyfriend and sighed. “Fine, ok. Maybe. Maybe if you behave this weekend, You can watch it Monday night. I need to finish some grades, so maybe I can work on that while you watch the game.” Markus then set the game to record. “You are very lucky that you’re cute.”
Peter beamed and quickly fired off a taunting text back to Liam. Markus Settled on The Sound of Music, and as the overture started, and the camera swept over the mountains, Markus pulled the phone out of Peter’s hands. Setting it on the end table, he took a length of rope Peter hadn’t noticed before, and quickly tied Peter’s wrists together in front of him.
Markus got up and grabbed a blanket from the closet, and mimicking Maria’s heartfelt mountaintop spin, rejoined his boyfriend back on the couch. After he sat down, Peter adjusted himself to lean against his captor, letting his head rest on Markus’ hairy chest. Markus pulled the blanket around them, and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend.
They debated the attractiveness of Christopher Plummer for a bit before Markus shifted his arm and handgagged his boyfriend, silencing any further protests. Peter hummed into his boyfriend’s hand and settled in to enjoy the rest of the movie. Markus used his other hand to occasionally play with Peter’s nipple. Peter wasn’t sure what Markus had in store for him for the rest of the weekend, but at this moment, he didn’t care. This is right where he wanted to be.
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Hey everyone, A slightly longer update this time! I wanted to wrap up Markus and Peter's Friday night so we could settle in for the rest of their weekend! I've got a somewhat busy week ahead of me, so I wanted to get this update out now. I am going to use my time to plan and adjust my outlines for the next parts of this story! Updates may be a bit slower for a bit, so enjoy this slightly longer chapter!