Mark shifted nervously, the cheap beer doing little to calm the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He glanced around David's impeccably clean apartment. Modern art hung on the walls, and a minimalist sound system hummed with ambient music. It was a far cry from Mark's cluttered, sports-memorabilia-filled bachelor pad."So," Mark began, trying to sound casual, "what exactly did you want to talk about? You seemed pretty insistent on me coming over tonight."
David, lounging on the sleek, white couch, grinned. It was a mischievous, knowing grin that sent another wave of unease through Mark. They'd been friends since college, thick as thieves, but there were unspoken boundaries, a comfortable distance they'd always maintained. David was openly gay, and Mark was resolutely straight. They’d navigated their friendship with respect and humor, never crossing those invisible lines. Until now, maybe. "I have a confession to make," David said, his voice a low hum. "And… a proposition."
Mark swallowed hard. "Okay… lay it on me." David stood up and walked towards him, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I've always been a bit… fascinated by your reactions, Mark. Your… stoicism. Your… discomfort when the conversation veers into certain territories." Mark chuckled nervously. "Hey, some things are just private, you know? I'm a pretty open book, but everyone has their limits."
"Precisely," David said, stopping inches away from him. "And I want to explore those limits." Before Mark could respond, David reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk tie. A dark, expensive-looking thing. Mark's eyes widened. "What's this for?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Tonight," David said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, "we're going to play a game. A game where I get to push those boundaries and see how far you'll let me go. A game where you have absolutely no control." Mark felt a surge of adrenaline, mixed with a healthy dose of fear. "David, I don't…" "Trust me," David interrupted, his fingers gently tracing the line of Mark's jaw. "You'll enjoy it. Or at least, you'll learn something about yourself."
Before Mark could protest further, David swiftly looped the tie around his wrists and secured them to the heavy, ornate headboard of the bed in the guest room. It was surprisingly tight, but not painful. More… confining. "David, seriously, what the fuck?" Mark said, his voice laced with a nervous laugh. "This isn't funny." David's expression softened. "It's not meant to be funny, Mark. It's meant to be… illuminating. Relax. Just… let go." He picked up a soft feather duster from the nearby table. "Now, where should I start?" he murmured, tracing the feather lightly across Mark's chest.
Mark gasped, a shiver running down his spine. "David, stop it. I'm not kidding." David ignored him, his touch becoming more deliberate, teasing the sensitive skin around Mark's nipples. "Still uncomfortable?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Yes!" Mark hissed, but even he could hear the tremor in his voice.
David chuckled and moved lower, feathering the skin of Mark's stomach. "Liar. I can feel you hardening."Mark tried to deny it, but it was useless. The sensation was building, a hot, electric current running through his veins. "Okay, fine," Mark admitted, his voice strained. "But just… be careful." "Careful is boring," David countered, discarding the feather duster and reaching for a small, vibrating bullet. "Let's see how you handle this."
He turned on the bullet and pressed it lightly against the head of Mark's penis, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him. Mark groaned, his hips bucking against the mattress. "David… fuck," he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut. David moved the bullet in slow, tantalizing circles, edging closer and closer to the point of no return. "Tell me what you want, Mark," he whispered, his breath hot against his ear. "I… I want you to…" Mark stammered, unable to articulate his desire. "That's not good enough," David chided, increasing the intensity of the vibration. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you to… to make me cum," Mark finally blurted out, the words tasting like a forbidden confession. David smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Good boy. But not yet." He pulled the bullet away, leaving Mark gasping and aching with need. "Patience, Mark," David said, retrieving a small, intricately carved wooden toy from the bedside table. It was smooth and polished, shaped like a stylized phallus. He ran it slowly, excruciatingly slowly, along the underside of Mark's shaft, teasing the sensitive skin with its smooth surface. Mark writhed against the restraints, his body screaming for release.
"David, please," he begged, his voice hoarse. "I can't… I can't take it anymore." David paused, his gaze intense. "Almost there, Mark. Almost there. Just a little bit more…" He increased the pressure, rhythmically stroking the wooden toy against Mark's swollen flesh. Mark's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles contracting involuntarily. He was on the edge, teetering on the precipice of oblivion. "Now, Mark," David whispered, his voice a silken thread. "Let go." Mark squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the inevitable. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside him, ready to explode.
But then, just as he was about to climax, David stopped. The pressure vanished. The stimulation ceased. The world went silent. Mark’s eyes snapped open. He stared at David, his chest heaving. “What… what the fuck, David?!” David simply smiled, a knowing, infuriatingly calm smile. “That’s all for tonight.” He untied Mark, leaving red marks on his wrists. Mark sat up, his body still trembling, his mind reeling.
“You can’t just… do that!” he sputtered, struggling to regain his composure. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that!” David shrugged. “Why not? It was an experiment. And frankly, a very successful one. I learned a lot about you tonight, Mark. More than I ever thought possible.” Mark stood up, his legs shaky. He felt raw, exposed, and utterly frustrated. “And what did I learn?” he demanded. “That you’re a sadistic bastard?”
David laughed. “Maybe. Or maybe you learned that you have desires you never knew existed. That you’re capable of surrendering control, of embracing the unknown. That you actually enjoyed being tied up and teased.” Mark wanted to deny it, to scream that David was wrong, that this was all a ridiculous mistake. But deep down, he knew David was right. He had enjoyed it. The vulnerability, the intensity, the sheer, overwhelming sensation of being completely at David's mercy. He looked at David, his eyes narrowed. "So, what happens now?"
David raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Now? Now we talk. We process. We explore. And maybe… just maybe… we do it again. If you're brave enough." Mark hesitated, the conflicting emotions swirling inside him. Fear, excitement, curiosity, shame… they all battled for dominance. Finally, he took a deep breath. "What would the conditions be?" David leaned in close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "That, my dear Mark, is something we can discuss at length. But I assure you, the possibilities are… endless."
Mark stared at him, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was a turning point, a moment that would irrevocably alter their friendship, their lives. "Alright," he said, his voice barely audible. "Let's talk."
A week later, Mark found himself back in David's apartment. This time, he wasn't nervous. He was…anticipating. He stood in the guest room, stripping off his clothes with a strange sense of eagerness. David entered, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Ready for round two?” Mark grinned, a genuine, uninhibited grin. “More than ready. But this time,” he added, a mischievous glint in his own eyes, "I have a few conditions of my own."
David chuckled. "Oh? And what might those be?" Mark stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He reached out and gently stroked David's cheek. "This time," he whispered, "you're getting tied up." David's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mark silenced him with a kiss. "No talking," Mark murmured against his lips. "Just…experimenting." He reached for the silk tie, a new confidence surging through him. He knew exactly what he wanted. And this time, he was in control.
"F-fuck! Mark," David shouted, trying to resolve the situation. "It ain't has to be like this, you know?" David, now being the victim, submitted to Mark's dominance couldn't do anything but try to protest, but failed. "Mark then grabbed the feather duster and slowly stroked it through David's chest, feet, thighs and armpits. "How does it feel?" Mark said softly in a dominant tone. "C'mon, baby, tell me how good it feels." David couldn't say anything but roll his head back and shiver with each touch of the feather duster.
"These clothes are getting in the way" Mark said as he strips David down. "Pl-Please, Mark, make me cum!" David said. "I'll take that into consideration, but I won't fully guarantee" Mark said strictly. Then Mark grabs a fleshlight and slowly grapes David's cock, going slow and steady. "Ahh... Fuck, yes..." David moaned. Mark kept going but didn't increase the speed, making David feel frustrated but didn't want to resist. Occasionally, Mark would stop mid stroke, just to bring David on the edge.
"M-Mark... Feels so fucking good..." David said trough a strained moan. Mark just grinned at the sentence. Then, Mark brought one of those E-stimulation devices, the ones you insert into the cock. He did just that. "FUCK! Pain.. PAIN!" David screamed as Mark inserted the rod into David's cock. Turns out it was pretty painful unlike those in those type of porn videos. At first it was a the small setting, just vibrations. Then, moved up to medium, and it felt like a pinwheel rolling down the length. "M-Mark, fuck..." David said barely a whisper. Then, maximum mode was on, and it felt like needles going into his dick multiple times. "AHH, S-STOP! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" David screamed, luckily the pain was finally over.
"Now, can, you-you please let me cum...?" David pleaded. "Hmm" Mark thought to himself. He grasped David's cock and started vigorously stroking it faster and faster. "Oh, yes, yes, YES! F-fuck I'm gonna, I'm gonna..." As David was about to reach climax, Mark had stopped and untied him. "No... Fuck bro, why?" David protested. "I told you I wouldn't guarantee it" Mark chucked. "But I haven't cummed in days man!" David said. "I'll make it up to you if you let me cum." Mark liked the idea of that. So, Mark had that thought of cock frotting, they rubbed their cocks together while stroking them. "FUCK!" David moaned. "I'm not gonna last long...." Mark said with a strained voice. Then, their cum shot up high like a rocket and all over themselves. I guess that is a happy ending. "Fuck... That felt..." David said breathless, "Amazing...." Mark said afterwards. And this will change how they're gonna see each other for the rest of their friendship.
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