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Mac had been…misbehaving as of late.
On more than one occasion, Dennis had caught his attention straying to outside forces (beefcakes fucking galore). One would enter the bar, and the next thing he knew, Mac’s eyes would fill with desire, and Dennis would have to snap his fingers or slam his palm down on the nearest hard surface to get his attention.
To put it frankly, he was fucking over Mac’s wandering eyes (even if he wasn’t guilty of physically cheating, eye fucking still counted goddammit), and it was time for him to pay, the silly dumb twink.
They had just completed their Tuesday night showing of Predator and were locked in a valiant tongue battle on the couch.
While it was fun to kiss Mac, ultimately, it was a means to an end tonight.
“Bedroom,” Dennis placed the order against Mac’s lips, and Mac tugged harder on the curls that were tangled between his fingers.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he shot back, then yanked Dennis to his feet.
“Dumbass,” the taller man cursed into his mouth, and Mac grunted out a low chuckle that teased Dennis’ inner ear.
“Yeah, well, you picked me asshole.” His grip strengthened again, a little too tight but Dennis was willing to go along with it because he was about to turn Mac into a blithering, crying mess. He just didn’t know it yet, so a temporary illusion of power was granted.
“Don’t make me regret it,” he mumbled, and moaned when Mac licked his lips then nosedived into his throat, teeth sinking in as they tripped over the threshold of the room they’d been sharing for a little over three years.
“Klutz,” Mac quipped, then started on a fresh patch of skin, ensuring that it would be purple come morning.
“You tripped too jackass,” Dennis reminded him, and Mac rolled his eyes then shoved Dennis down onto the mattress before he climbed on top of him. He allowed Mac’s hands to roam, up and under his shirt, fingers traversing the length of his torso, then moved onto his jeans. “On that note –” He curled his palm around Mac’s wrist, enjoying the eager frustration that was mounting on his face. “I want to try something new tonight.”
The exasperation that made his brow furrow vanished and was replaced with gleeful curiosity. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” His knees bracketed Dennis’ waist, zipper pull still sandwiched between his thumb and index finger.
“Well, let’s just say it’s a surprise,” Dennis replied, then raised his eyebrows suggestively, and Mac’s grin widened.
He clapped his hands then rubbed his palms together before launching himself onto his side of the bed, bouncing when his back hit the mattress. “You wanna ride me?”
At that, the corners of Dennis’ lips curved upwards a fraction, and he nodded towards the center of the bed. Mac wiggled his hips then scooted over, delight blanketing his face. (He wouldn’t be smiling before long.) “Something like that.”
“Mmm..I like the sound of that,” he hummed, then instantly returned the kiss that Dennis planted on him and fell right into his trap.
Using the art of distraction, Dennis kept him busy with his tongue whilst lifting his left hand upward and out, then fastened one of the cuffs he’d rigged to his headboard around Mac’s skinny wrist, the metal sliding together before it clicked into place. The tempo of their liplock slowed but didn’t stop, so he repeated the action with his right appendage then withdrew.
The man beneath him blinked his eyes open and they widened when he realized his predicament. “Why am I cuffed?”
“Because you’re getting an extra special treat tonight,” Dennis replied, teeth showing when he smiled.
“An extra special treat?” Mac echoed curiously, and Dennis nodded, then reached over and opened the drawer on his nightstand.
He extracted a medium size black case, taking his time because he knew how insane it would drive Mac. Mac liked everything to be fast-paced and rushed, but Dennis was the opposite. It was important to go slow, to exude smoothness and precision. “An extra special treat,” he repeated, then undid the tiny clasps and revealed the contents that laid inside. Sitting in the center was a metallic object that he lifted then dangled in front of the bound man's face.
Mac’s forehead creased in confusion. “What is that thing?”
Dennis didn’t immediately answer, instead busying himself with nudging the hem of Mac’s shirt up with the tip of his nose, then teased his lower belly with light kisses.
“Dennis, what is that?” Oh, it was so delicious how frightened he sounded, to hear the little quiver his voice contained. (He’d never look at another man again.)
“It’s your treat,” he cooed, then undid the button on Mac’s Dickies with his teeth. “See, here’s the thing –” His lower lip disappeared between his incisors, fingers spider-walking along the strip of metal that currently covered Mac’s cock. “You think that I’m blind, that I don’t know what you’re doing but guess what?” He leaned forward, mouth brushing against Mac’s.
“Wait, what are you talking about? What I'm doing?” Sweat began to bead along his hairline, and Dennis swept the pad of his index finger along a droplet then sucked it off, ensuring to look his most seductive.
“You think I don’t see the way you look at all the jacked assholes that come into the bar?” There was a manic edge to his tone that he tried to quell, but just the thought of Mac thinking about those other men enraged him. “The way you immediately stop looking at me so you can – so you can ogle them?”
“What are you talking about?” Mac’s voice was pitched high, and it only did that when he was frustrated or lying, and Dennis knew he was lying now, the fucker. “Dennis, I –” Before he could finish, Dennis stuffed a silk handkerchief into his mouth, effectively allowing his rebuff to die off.
“Time for you to learn your lesson.” He bopped Mac on the nose, enjoying the cute little scowl that darkened his features then started to inch his pants and briefs down, the navy material descending first past his thighs before it reached his knees. Soon, the betrayer was left in only his sleeveless shirt, the one that said What Are You Looking At Dicknose? in bold white print. “Now, I’m going to show you how this works. See this?” He unfolded the metal cock cage, and it sounded like a Slinkie, tiny steel pieces clanging together as they fell into place. “This wraps around your dick like so,” he explained, and gently slid Mac’s cock into the contraption until he reached the base, but didn’t lock it, not yet. Mac was only half hard. “You ready for round one?”
“Round one?” the muffled response came, at least Dennis was almost positive that was what he had said.
Up until that point, Mac had only bottomed a few times during the course of their relationship and wholeheartedly tried to play it off as though he hated it, but Dennis knew better. He’d witnessed first hand the way Mac’s eyes had filled with blatant euphoria, though all he did was deny, deny, deny.
Dennis cracked the case open again, this time unearthing a lifelike dildo that was nine inches in length. He placed the tip of the silicone-based toy in between Mac’s pecs, then dragged it ever so achingly slow down his stomach then tapped it against the cage. A low growl resounded from Mac’s chest, and Dennis giggled. “Mac, Mac, Mac, you look cute when act like an angry puppy. It’s adorable.” There was nothing better than mixing a little praise in, and it worked like a charm.
The furious glare faltered, and Mac’s gaze fell to the bottle of lube that Dennis had procured from thin air. His nostrils flared, but any heat that he’d been wearing simmered, and by the time Dennis’ index finger started to trail beneath his balls, all traces of ire had vanished, replaced with the silent neediness Dennis had been waiting for.
Deciding to be generous, Dennis snatched a pillow from the head of the bed then nudged Mac’s thigh with his knee, and without being vocally ordered, lifted his hips up so Dennis could slide the cushion underneath his ass before he positioned Mac’s calves over his shoulders.
“First thing’s first, gotta open you up since you’re just so tight.” He tilted Mac’s lower half up with one hand while his other traveled along his taint, skimming lightly over the area then stopping once he reached his entrance. “You know,” he continued to narrate, “This is actually my favorite part.” A thoughtful frown formed on his lips, and he hurriedly backtracked. “Okay, this is my second favorite part, getting to watch you come undone just a little bit at a time.” He circled the little tight pucker carefully, and Mac inhaled sharply, body tensing in reflex.
“It’s funny, isn’t it, how we place so much value on sexual roles when really, do they matter at all?” His finger slid into the topmost knuckle, and a tiny, miniscule whine emanated from Mac’s throat. “Bottoms are always looked down at for being feminine, but let’s be honest. Can we be honest, Mac?” The only response he received was a flicker of badly disguised desire flaring in Mac’s eyes. His face moved closer to the other man’s, mere millimeters away now. “Some of the biggest bottoms are the manliest men you’d ever meet. Not you, of course, but some.”
Another low growl, one that alerted Dennis that he would more than likely be getting some type of payback for this later on down the line, but he didn’t give a flying fuck right now. Mac had to pay for his misdeeds (even if they were only mental).
“See, I’ve never understood what the issue is, admitting how nice it is to be on the receiving end of a cock.” At that, Mac’s enclosure had started to become tight, but it wasn’t fully erect, not yet. “To be filled in such a tantalizing way, prostate getting hit over and over and over again until you can’t take it anymore. How is that so wrong? Hmm?”
The muscles in Mac’s pelvis twitched, and Dennis took that as his cue to ease his finger all the way in. Another jolt, this one far more noticeable, one that caused the metal encasing his dick to clink again.
“Feels like somebody likes it,” he taunted, and Mac’s eyes narrowed before another puppyish whine could be heard. “I think you think about this a lot, fantasize about getting fucked within an inch of your life, but you’ve just been too afraid to admit it. Why is that, Mac? Why have you been so afraid to open your mouth?”
“Mmmph mmm mmmph mmphmph mmph.” That was a harder one to decipher.
“What’s that?” Dennis held the dildo up to his ear then grinned when Mac appeared to repeat himself though it came out just as unclear. “You don’t know what I’m talking about?”
A third growl and then a nod.
“Oh, well, how about I show you then?” Even though he’d only just worked his first finger in, he promptly added a second, and that was the catalyst that caused Mac’s cock to completely fill the cage. “Would you look at that? Someone’s awfully turned on for being such a top,” he scoffed, then locked the cage just as he had the cuffs.
Mac’s chest started to heave the second the tiny clink could be heard, and he lifted his head off the pillow, gaze falling on his imprisoned dick. It was completely enclosed in the little metal cage, and all the blood that had rushed to it was trapped there.
For now.
“Nice,” Dennis grinned, scissoring Mac open while he slid his hand underneath the cage and weighed it with his palm. “Very nice. That’s handmade, you know. Not by me, but I’m sure if I tried, I could do it. That’s neither here nor there now, is it? What is,” and he paused again, half-lidded gaze cast on Mac so he could witness his reaction when he added a third and final finger.
Golden flecked irises disappeared behind pale lids, and his hips stuttered upwards before they slammed back down.
“Is that you’re clearly enjoying this so I think it’s time that you –” His pumped his fingers into Mac’s ass, curving them just so and –
His body vibrated like someone getting electrocuted, sounds of desperation unable to escape due to being blocked by synthetic material.
“Give up the ghost,” Dennis finished, unlike Mac. Mac wouldn’t be allowed to finish for quite some time.
The breath had been punched from his lungs, low sounds of pitiful anguish pushing against the silk.
“Sucks, doesn’t it?” Dennis feigned sympathy, and Mac’s nostrils flared once again. “You want to cum so bad, don’t you? But you can’t.” He twirled the dildo around in his palm then withdrew his fingers from Mac’s now gaping and ready hole. Using a generous amount of lube, he coated the dildo with the plush head and a girth Mac would soon not forget then started to nudge the tip inside the other brunette.
Mac began to writhe, mangled moans matching the same pattern his pelvis was. The cage thumped against his thigh, and the chains on the cuffs were yanked tight, tight enough to leave raw, angry marks around his wrists.
“You love it so much. You know you do. Getting good and filled until you can’t even breathe.” The dildo was only half way in, but Mac already looked like a goner in the best possible way. “You take it so well too, like a real champ.” Since he wanted to teach Mac a lesson, he wasn’t going to give him the full experience yet, so he carefully eased the toy back out, and its absence was immediate.
The eyes that held a glimmer of want before were almost pitched completely black, pupils blown wide with lust. A plea danced in the wet sheen that now enveloped them, and the sight made the corners of Dennis’ mouth ascend. “There he is, my little cock slut.”
More unintelligible words flooded from Mac’s lips at Dennis’ term of endearment, but they were abruptly choked off when Dennis edged the dildo back in, this time a good six inches which Mac’s hole practically inhaled. The air appeared to deflate from his lungs before he started to shift downward, as though he was trying to fuck himself on it.
“That’s what I thought.” Dennis’ tone held that knowing hint, one that caused guilt to make a brief appearance upon Mac’s visage before it transitioned back into inherent neediness that made the metal he was confined with resound throughout the room. “Now, I want you to think Mac,” he continued even though he knew Mac’s brain was probably short-circuiting at the moment. “Think about all those silly beefcakes that you dared to look at, and I want you to ask yourself – Mac, why would I do such a foolish thing when I have a perfectly good partner at home?” He punctuated each word with a thrust of the toy, and Mac started to whine, lower half now chasing after the faux cock.
His tongue moved behind the gag, but at this point, Dennis’ ability to understand what he was saying was lost.
“I’d like to think you’re finally getting the picture, but you’re quite good at being deceiving.” (He wasn’t but Dennis was performing right now, and wording was everything.) “Do you want to continue down that path, Mac? The one filled with lies?” While he could be fair, he could also be an asshole, so when no response came from the other man, Dennis removed the dildo completely, leaving his hole gaping and empty.
Instantly, Mac’s eyes popped open, and Dennis was now privy to the beautiful tears that flowed over his lids, gently caressing his stubbled cheeks. He tugged on the cuffs then lifted his lower body off the mattress, shrieks and groans erupting from his throat.
“Oh, poor baby,” Dennis frowned exaggeratedly, and cupped his jaw. “Are you ready to apologize for your sins?” More tears leaked as another rumbling noise made his chest vibrate. “Huh, doesn’t sound like you are.” He slid the large lifelike cock past the outstretched ring of muscle, all the way in until there was no room left, and unabated joy filled his belly when Mac started to sob, cheeks damp with emotion.
This was how Mac was meant to look. This was the tearful repentance that he needed, not that silly religion shit. It was time to pay his remittance to the Church of Dennis and pay he shall.
Patience came into play once again, Dennis teasingly pulling the dildo out before painstakingly inserting it in. His own cock was flush with want, aching and aching but he held steadfast because he would show Mac what discipline looked like.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured the compliment, and smoothed back a sweaty strand of hair that had fallen across Mac’s forehead then patted his cheek. “I bet you’re starting to understand now, aren’t you?”
Dennis knew Mac, was an expert in the way his mind worked, so he wasn’t expecting a mask of defiance to paint his face, or for him to attempt to puff out his chest only to wince at the way the cuffs dug into his flesh.
“Is that right?” Dennis posed with a quirked brow, and Mac continued his courageous crusade with a curt nod that Dennis hummed at. “Okay, if that’s how you want it…”
If Mac wanted to act like a tough guy then so be it.
The pace Dennis set was punishing, and it was clear by the round hazel-colored eyes that looked back at him that Mac’s calculations were off. (Or so Dennis thought.)
Noises he’d never heard his best friend make before blossomed in his chest, crawled up out of his throat and exploded through the barrier of the handkerchief and nestled right into Dennis’ ears. It was such sweet, sweet music, listening to the man beneath him fall apart so handsomely. His gaze fell on Mac’s cock as it beat a rhythm against his skin, the member swollen with nowhere to go. Double edged swords were always fun to use, he mused then switched the angle at which he was pounding Mac’s prostate, harmonious pleas of elation getting caught in silk.
The sobs soon returned, Mac’s bristly cheeks burning red with shame? Embarrassment? Both? It didn’t matter, and Dennis didn’t care anyway.
Mac always talked about holy things, and Dennis couldn’t wait to show him the video of this. He looked downright divine, like a fallen angel sentenced to a life of debauchery and exquisite, exquisite pain.
He was completely and utterly mesmerizing.
A gasp parted Dennis’ lips as sticky, wet droplets clung to Mac’s eyelashes. They fluttered like a dying butterfly’s wings, silent prayers and petitions seeking out reprieve, but he was granted none.
Instead, Dennis rammed the dildo into Mac but not without turning it on vibrate mode first.
If he thought Mac had been squirming before…
His head flew off the pillow, useless hands and fingers clasping and unclasping while something high-pitched and indiscernible flew out of his mouth, once again getting stranded in smooth crimson fibers.
Blue eyes swam with bliss, pure unadulterated bliss as Mac’s hips bucked upwards, so Dennis used the momentum to keep him bent almost in half, then railed him with the toy until Mac was a whimpering, trembling ruin.
A sense of euphoria bathed Dennis in its glow, and the vision before him caused his own pelvis to jolt forward, cum now painting the inside of his briefs. His neck arched, eyes slipping shut as he rode out the orgasm while Mac’s asshole continued to get obliterated by the toy.
Mercy came in the form of the cage being unlocked but not removed, and more shrill sounds poured like rain from Mac’s mouth as he finally found release, body quaking until he was finally empty.
Dennis undid the cuffs, first the left then the right, Mac’s arms dropping instantly to the bed below. Next, went the handkerchief, and suddenly, there was a tear-stained mouth pressing into his neck, shoulders heaving as he started to cry. “There, there,” he murmured without a single drop of condescension in his tone then laid on his back so Mac’s mostly naked form could curl into his side. “I’ve got you.”
His fingers combed over the damp locks at the base of Mac’s skull, soothing noises emitting from his throat while Mac continued to sob and whimper until finally, he quieted.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Dennis murmured into his ear, and Mac nodded then clung to him tighter. “Good. I thought you would.”
What Dennis couldn’t see was the smile of satisfaction Mac was hiding on his face.
Oh well. He’d find out sooner or later.