Chapter 6: - The Marking
I walked into Cindy’s to meet Casey. As usual, he was there already, and waiting in one of the booths. He was notorious for being early to place at nausea, especially when he’s rushing someone in order to leave, and you end up forgetting your wallet, not that it has happened.
I sat down across from him and he looked at me for a minute, “You want to go back to bed don’t you.”
I nodded.
“Well, too bad, we’re eating first.”
I ordered my usual, two eggs over easy, sausage patties, wholewheat toast with extra crispy hashbrowns. When the waitress looked at him, he just ordered the same, but with bacon.
“So, what are we doing tonight? Got any good clubs around here?”
“Yah, there’s a place downtown that has great drink specials because it’s a college town. I’m going to be honest, I’m not sure that I’ll be going. It was a rough night and I just want to go to sleep.”
“Bro, what’s going on with you? Your mom messaged me the video, is there something you want to tell me?”
“It’s not what you think, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Bro, please, your mom is worried,” he said with concern, “not that you might be gay, she doesn’t give two fucks about that, but that there’s more to it since someone else sent it to her. Also, don’t tell me it’s a deep fake, I know better than that.”
“Ok, I’ll tell you what’s going on, but not here,” I said. Part of me wanted to just show him my phone and let him read all the messages from Master Max, but I didn’t know how much I should tell him.
After we ate, we headed back to my place. He sat down on the couch, and I collapsed in my chair.
“So, what’s going on?” He asked.
“Ok, all I will say is that there is someone I met on a hook up app. We met up and things were a lot different when we met in person.”
“How long had you known him before meeting?” He asked.
I looked down at my feet, “we met within a couple of hours. He was a lot different in person, and I don’t know what it is about him. Even though I know he’s trying to blackmail me, I’m glad things are coming out about me being gay. I know I can get out, call the police, and they could do their tech stuff, and find out who it is, but secretly I don’t want to know.”
“Bro, I think it’s cool you’re gay. You have to go to the police. If you’re not liking this…” he started.
“No, I don’t want to, that’s the thing. I like it, and thinking about it is trying to get my cock hard. The whole scenario is fucking amazing. Like sex on drugs, there’s something exciting about it.”
“Did you say you’re cock is ‘trying to get hard,’” He asked.
I stood up, pulled out my chastity and his eyes widened. When I sat down it was like the words wouldn’t stop coming out. I told him everything. I told him how more than one guy would use me, how I had two cocks in me at once, about the contract, about The Society. He remained silent and could tell he was taking it all in.
“Yah, that’s a lot, especially not something to tell your parents. When are they coming here again?”
“I don’t know. I just get a one hour warning. I was told last night that nothing was going to happen tonight, that I needed rest.
“As well you need. Do you want me to leave so you go lay down?” he asked.
“No, it’s not like I can relax or stop thinking about it.”
He grabbed the television remote and turned it on. He channel surfed and just remained quiet.
“Are things different now knowing I’m gay? You’ve gotten quiet like you don’t want to be here.”
“No bro, I just don’t know what to say or do really. I have kind of always known to be honest. Don’t think you can hide your chub when we hang out sometimes. I see them,” he laughed, “I am straight and comfortable with that. You’re my best friend and always will be.”
He pressed play on movie and then everything went black.
I don’t think I even saw the beginning credits before I fell asleep. I woke up and looked at my phone and the clock said 3:59pm. I looked over to see Casey on the couch sleeping, my eyes wandering down his body, my cock starting to hard, engulfed by the cage.
*DING*
Faggot, do you feel better telling your buddy about everything? You will be punished. 11pm tonight.
Me: You said nothing today or tonight.
Faggot, that’s before you opened your mouth. 11pm!
“Another message?”
“Yah, he wants me tonight at 11.”
“Why not hide a web cam?”
“No, he knew I told you. It’s like he knows everything.” I told him about the grocery store and told me to get bananas that one day.
“Weird.”
“Maybe I should just head back home now that we can’t hang out tonight, and maybe we can try coming to my college next time. You won’t have to worry about having to, well, you know.”
“That’s probably the best. I’m sorry Casey.”
“It’s cool bro, I don’t understand, but I do understand.”
“Thanks for understanding, and thanks for keeping this secret.”
He left and I was really pissed off. Part of me wanted to message Master Max and tell him I was done, that he was ruining my life, my relationships, he was outing me. I decided to go shower and then go for a run to clear my head.
*DING*
Faggot, I’m giving you an optional task, keeping in mind that completing the task, would show me a lot. If you do not complete the task, while I understand, and would not punish you for not completing.
Me: What’s the task?
He sent me an address and told me to go to that location and I’d find out. I had to decide now if I was going to go through with it, before even knowing what I was agreeing to.
Faggot, I will know if you go to the location, then leave without completing the task, which will require punishment.
I went to the location and found a tattoo parlor. The clerk behind the counter greeted me. He was about 6’ 1”, great, athletic body, toned, 8-pack. His head was in a faux-hawk hair style. He had gauges in his ears, and his bottom lip with a stud in it. I was starting to wonder what all he had pierced.
*DING*
Faggot, ask for Zach, tell him Max sent the faggot there. Exactly those words, I will know
I looked at the clerk, “Yah, I’m looking for Zach. I was sent here by a mutual friend.”
“Max send you? He told me someone might be coming. I’m Zach, right this way.”
“How much is whatever he is going to have done to me going to cost?”
“Nothing, he will take care of it.”
“What are you going to tattoo and where?” I asked as we entered a work space, he closed the door.
“You’ll find out, faggot,” he said with a chuckle. “Sit in the chair.” It was a chair like a massage chair and I sat down. He rubbed alcohol on my right shoulder blade. It was painful, not as bad as what has been done to my ass in the last month, so I was able to grit and bear it. He was finished before too long, like he did this a lot. He grabbed a handheld mirror which allowed me to see my new “marking”. It was the M s S letter and the shield behind them. No color, no fill, just the lines of the shield and letters.
He cleaned it up, wrapped it, and taped a cover on it.
“Now, as I said, Max covered the tat, but not the seat fee, I charge that a different way,” before he could finish his sentence, he whipped his cock out. It was gorgeous, uncut, and yes, it was pierced. I was afraid the hoop piercing would get caught, but he just continued fucking my throat. He grabbed my hair, pulling me out of the chair and onto my knees before he held my head in place, taking all of his cock down my throat. I felt his cock swell and he pulled out of my throat. “You have 5 seconds to get my cock in your ass. One, two…
I quickly pulled down my jogging pants, and exposed my hole. I spread my cheeks and it didn’t take long before his whole 7” cock was inside me. He stopped for a second, grabbed my hips, and went to town on my ass. His cock was sliding so smoothly in and out of my hole, and the added feeling of the piercing, was taking me to ecstasy.
*WHACK* on my ass.
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
“Fuck that’s a nice ass,” he said stopping. He turned his body, which caused me to moan as his cock turned inside me. He placed his foot on my head and slid further down, like his cock had grown.
“Fuck, that’s a nice hole. I may have to rent you from him sometime. I’d love to see what all I can do to this ass.”
I continued holding back my moans. He pulled out and ordered me to stand, which I did, He sat down on the tattoo chair and pointed to his cock. I straddled him and began lowering myself on his cock when he said, “Turn around… I don’t like to see a faggot’s face.”
I stood back up, turned around, and lowered my ass onto his pole, stopping for a minute to adjust, but Zach didn’t like that and shoved the remainder in my hole. He grabbed my ass and pulled me down on him.
“Ride it faggot.”
I rode his cock, slowly, which again Zach didn’t like. He pushed me off of his cock, stood up, bent me over and slammed back in.
“I have clients faggot and don’t have all day.”
He fucked me for a few minutes before I felt his cock swelling. He shoved deeper, almost sending me on my face, and felt his cum explode out of his cock and covering my insides.
He quickly pulled up his pants, shoved me lightly to the side, and said, “Get out, thanks for the ass.”
He practically shoved me out into the hallway, pants still around my ankles. I grabbed them, and pulled them up quickly, hurrying towards the door.
*DING*
Faggot, how did You like Zach? How’s the marking? Remember, 11pm.
I hurried home and headed into the shower, the tattoo reminding me of its presence. I went back into my bedroom, and put my phone on the charger, laid down and sighed deep. Then, I was out.
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