Marcus's Turn
“Yes!” Renee shouted in glee, “I win! Suck it!” she shouted, jumping up and down in glee. Marcus sighed and rolled his eyes. He should have known better than to bet against her over a soccer match. As usual, her instincts were impeccable when it came to picking the winning team.
“Is the dance really necessary?”
She ignored his commentary, pumping her arms into the air and hopping from foot to foot in glee. She looked at him, unable to contain her glee, “Not so confident in Argentina now, are you?”
“Why would I bet against Messi? It seemed like a much better idea before the game started.”
“Two to nothing. Zero, zilch, bupkiss,” she gloated, holding both index finger and thumbs together in an unmistakable O shape. “I can't believe you thought you had a chance with that.”
“The gloating doesn't become you dear.”
“Oh man, you don't know how much I've been waiting for this,” she said, “I have plans for you, mister.” The glint in her eyes left no doubt as to her intentions.
He gulped, his cock stirring against his leg. He wasn't worried, per se, but he had an inkling that she might still harbour a little resentment from their previous bet. She had made promises to “get him back” next time she won, and from the look in her eyes, she meant to follow through on her promise now.
Marcus bit back a sarcastic retort. He knew better than to provoke her further, although he did enjoy doing it from time to time. I love that look that she gets when she pretends to be mildly pissed at me. Or at least, he assumed she was pretending.
He cooked dinner for the two of them, a simple pasta dish, which they shared over a few glasses of red wine. Their conversation flowed easily, and he tried to steer it away from his earlier loss. After they finished, he collected the plates and began washing up, aiming to try and distract her from what he feared would be a drawn out session of sexual torment.
She eyed him from the couch, grinning slyly. “What are you doing, dear?”
He feigned innocence, wiping down a plate that was already spotless. “What do you mean? I thought this was your standard bet, I wash the dishes for a week. Good thing too, because this could take a while.”
He looked at the paltry dishes, amounting to a single pot, two plates and the pasta strainer. Oh, and the two wine glasses. Those could take ages to clean. She wasn't even done with hers yet.
“Nice try, my love. I have something else in mind for you tonight.”
He gulped again, his cock already semi-erect. He did love it when she was in domme mode, but he often struggled to give up control.
Throughout their relationship, Marcus had played the more dominant role in their sex life, with Renee as his more than willing sub. As time progressed, he found himself fantasizing about being in the submissive role, and giving up control to her.
Normally their communication was easy but he found this topic daunting to talk about, not sure how to broach the subject. It felt like handing her all of the responsibility, and she already had her hands full. She shouldn't have to worry about me, he had thought to himself.
The first breakthrough had come when Renee had discovered him accidentally trapped in one of his self-bondage games. He knew that he had been kinky from childhood, and as he moved into puberty, his first real outlet for these feelings was through self-bondage, tying himself up in various ways and working himself to climax.
He'd continued these activities into adulthood, normally reserving them for times when he had the house to himself. On one particular occasion, he had miscalculated his release method and found himself stuck and unable to free himself before Renee had returned home.
She had fortunately been understanding when she found him, hogtied and helpless by his own hand. After working through her initial shock, they had begun experimenting more with Marcus as the bottom. He had loved the experiences. Renee was a natural domme, teasing him and working his body until he exploded. He was able to surrender to her in a way that he never could before.
Marcus truly believed that you had to have submissive tendencies to be a good top, as half of the process was imagining what it felt like for the other person, and what you would want to be done to you.
“Earth to Marcus”, Renee interjected, her finger lazily circling the rim of her wine glass.
“Sorry, wool gathering,” he replied, continuing to circle the washcloth over the now spotless plate.
“You're going to take the glaze off that thing. Why don't you finish up while I go get some things ready?” she teased, setting her wine glass on the counter in front of him.
She mounted the stairs to their bedroom. He watched as she climbed the stairs, admiring the sway of her ass as she ascended. I'm a lucky man. He heard her busying herself, opening drawers and zippers. Clinking sounds drifted down, an unmistakable sound he associated with leather and sex.
His cock was already standing at attention. Get a hold of yourself, man. He dawdled his way through the remaining dishes, noting a series of stubborn water spots that needed his full attention. I'm definitely not scared, he told himself. Who knew dishes could get so filthy?
“Come on up, lover,” she said, her best bedroom voice drifting down the stairs. Why did she say it that way?
Ascending the stairs, he emerged into their bedroom and saw her laying on the bed, a pile of bondage gear next to her. Subtle. Very subtle, he thought, as she smacked a coil of rope against her palm. Not knowing what she had in mind, he stood meekly.
“Should I shower first?”
“Absolutely. Oh, and don't forget this when you're done,” she said, handing him an anal plug and a bottle of lube. He groaned internally. This was a particularly devious plug, with a bright pink colour and an inflatable function that allowed it to be pumped up with a handheld bulb. Taking the items from her hands, he entered the bathroom and stripped down, taking a moment to admire his reflection in the mirror. He flexed and turned from side to side, doing his best Mr. Olympia poses. Yup, still got it.
He showered thoroughly, paying particular attention to his undercarriage. After a thorough lather, he rinsed off, stepping from the shower and toweling himself off.
Nothing to it but to do it, he thought. Lubing up his hand, he began to stroke his cock, reveling in the tingling sensation as he came to full mast. He dripped a generous glob of lube onto the tip of the toy. The lube ran down slowly, thick and looking all too much like his own pre-cum. He began to rub it gently against his rectum, working the lube into his crack. Another generous squirt of lube and he reached back, pressing the toy against his anus. He stroked himself with the other hand, feeling his sphincter muscles tightening involuntarily and grimacing.
Easing off the pressure, he applied even more lube, returning it to his anal passage as he stroked himself slowly and counted prime numbers, distracting himself from the feeling of mounting pressure. Suddenly, he felt the tip enter inside him and he gasped, still stroking himself slowly and allowing his anal muscles to relax. After a moment, he began pushing again and the toy continued forward, coming to a rest suddenly as his sphincter contracted around the flared base. He inhaled sharply, his breath coming faster as he adjusted to the intruder.
He took a moment to move around, squatting down and bending at the waist. He savoured the feeling of fullness as he moved, knowing that he would likely feel much fuller after Renee had her way.
The plug was mercifully still at this point, with the power off and no movement to distract him…yet. He emerged from the bathroom, striking his best seductive pose and asking “Are you ready for my close-up?”
Renee chuckled at the image of her naked husband posing. “Get over here, I've got plans for you beyond just being eye candy.”
Marcus padded over to the bed and reclined, crossing his arms behind his head, looking as though he didn't have a care in the world.
“Comfy?” Renee asked, sarcastically.
“Very much so. I think I could fall asleep right now,” he remarked, closing his eyes and pretending to snore. His eyes shot open and he groaned as Renee hit the remote, the plug coming to life inside him. He squirmed and reached towards the plug while she slapped his hands away gently.
“Uh uh. You're mine for an hour, mister, and I'm going to use every second of it.”
His cock twitched at her promise, and he shuddered as the vibrations rode through his body.
Not wasting any time, Renee buckled cuffs around each of his wrists and ankles.
“Do I get a say about any of this?” he asked.
“What do you think?” she replied, pulling a hood down over his head. The hood covered his eyes and nose, with two grommets under his nose to allow airflow. His mouth was left open, and he shuddered as she slid the zipper home.
Blinded, he felt her buckle a collar around his neck, pulling it tight. “Slide over here and lay down on your back”, she said, patting the bed about a foot away from his hip. He slid over as directed and laid on his back, gasping as the plug shifted and brushed against his prostate.
He felt her weight lift off the mattress and heard her feet padding around the room. She gave no further clue to her plans, but he didn't have to wait long. He felt rope sliding through the ring of his left cuff, and felt his arm tugged upwards before she secured it to the headboard. She repeated the process with each limb, pausing in between to slide the ropes across his body, causing delightful tingles across his skin.
Now secured and spread eagle on the bed, Marcus tested his bonds. There was zero slack in the ropes, his limbs stretched tightly. She's getting better at this. Maybe because I'm such a good teacher?
Interrupting his thoughts was a gentle tickling sensation, beginning at his foot and then working up his leg. He squirmed in his bonds, trying and failing to be stoic against her teasing. The feather played all over his nearly naked body, trailing over what felt like every inch of exposed skin.
Writhing against his restraints, his breathing came faster and harder as she toyed with him, the bedframe groaning as he flexed against the ropes. “Ok, ok, you win. Uncle.” Marcus panted, feeling shame that he had been so easily undone by something as simple as a feather.
“Oh? But I'm not nearly done yet, and it sure seems like you're enjoying the attention.” At this, Renee gripped his hard cock and squeezed, drawing a low groan from him. He felt her hair cascade over his chest as she began to suck and gently bite his nipples. He gasped, his back arching at the sudden sensation. His gasps turned into moans as he felt the clamps bite down and she tugged on the chain, causing him to flinch and hiss through his teeth.
“Really? Mr. Tough Guy can't handle a little nipple play?” she teased, tugging on the chain and laughing as he flinched in concert with her movements.
“You're one to talk, if I so much as waved these clamps at you, you'd have my head on a —gack.” She forced a ring gag between his teeth, buckling it securely behind his head. He worked his mouth, trying to dislodge the gag but his tongue flailed uselessly, unable to push the ring past his teeth. He tried to finish his remark but all that came out was a series of garbled vowel sounds.
“I can't understand a word you're saying dear. Lucky for you, I don't need you to talk for the remaining hour.”
Remaining hour? Is she really trying to use my move against me?
“Don't worry dear, I'm sure you'll find it enjoyable, and entirely appropriate to the circumstances of your loss.”
He cocked his head and issued an inquiring grunt. She chuckled and he felt her fiddling with his plug, drawing another groan through his open mouth. He heard the puff of air and felt the plug inflate inside him, increasing in size. He moaned and tugged against the ropes, finding them just as secure as before.
“That was one pump. How does that feel?”
He moaned into the gag, his tongue frantically sliding over the ring.
“Mmm, I like what I'm seeing. Seems like you like it too, not that you're seeing anything right now.” With this, she returned her attention to his cock. He grunted, trying to thrust into her hand as she played it slowly up his shaft, circling her thumb over the tip.
“If that's the kind of response one pump gets, how about two?”
He moaned and shook his head as she squeezed, the plug inflating again. He imagined his stomach protruding as the plug pressed against his prostate, sending vibrations deep into his body. He trembled as the pleasurable sensations rolled over him, his cock throbbing in her hand.
He mewled into the gag, bucking up and down. This is so fucking hot. I need to cum! Renee wasn't helping the situation, her hand slowly working up and down his shaft, toying with him. He felt a cold splash of lube onto his dick, which she began to stroke vigorously. He tensed, his whole body feeling electric as she worked his cock, teasing the tip with her tongue. He was working towards his climax when he abruptly took her hand away, leaving him gasping and panting.
He whined into his gag, begging her to continue. She chuckled, slapping his cock lightly and causing him to flinch. “You're always so obsessed with oral when you win a bet. Now, I think it's my turn.” Renee said, her voice thick with lust. Raising his head and issuing a questioning grunt, Marcus didn't have to wait long before he felt her straddle his head, her thighs bracketing his ears.
“Why don't you show me what that tongue can do?”
He eagerly stuck his tongue through the gag, waggling it back and forth. She laughed, teasing her fingers across his lips and bending low for a deep kiss that he was unable to reciprocate. She pulled herself forwards, settling her weight over his face and resting her pussy against his mouth.
He lapped at her, navigating by feel to find her clit. He heard her sharp intake of breath as his tongue found its mark, and he felt the subtle shudder of her body as he began to work his tongue over her mound. He was surrounded by her musk, drinking in the intoxicating scent as he worked his tongue in and out.
I can't do much with this gag in. I could do a much better job if I had my whole mouth available, he thought. He tried to voice his suggestion and she settled her weight down firmly, muffling his grunts and grinding her pussy into this face. He inhaled through his nose, writhing in his restraints as he continued to work his tongue over her nub. He knew he was hitting the right spot as her body started to tense and she reached down, pulling his hooded head tighter against her.
He began licking more frantically, thrusting his cock uselessly into the air and moaning as the vibrator continued its assault on his prostate. Fuck, I'm so close.
Suddenly, she was over the edge, grinding herself into his face as he struggled against the restraints. She shuddered, her thighs crushing against him as she climaxed and cutting off his remaining air. He continued to lick frantically, savouring her taste as she leaned into him, panting.
After a moment, she lifted herself up, her weight shifting into his chest. He inhaled sharply, panting and feeling a little lightheaded. He smiled around the gag, and tried to signal his own need to orgasm but his speech came out garbled.
“You're a mess, let's get you cleaned up.”
She climbed off of him, stepping away from the bed. He laid still, enjoying the aftermath of his handiwork as she returned, wiping his face down with a hand towel. He moaned through the gag as she stroked his hooded head. Marcus began thrusting his dick suggestively.
“Oh, did you want to cum too?” Renee asked, feigning surprise.
He grunted, trying to signal his agreement and squirming in his bonds.
“As I recall”, she began, fiddling with something beside his head “your bet was for a win, but your team lost 0-2. I think it's only fair that we recreate the same score tonight.”
Realizing the implication of her words, Marcus thrashed in his bonds. Sexual torment is fun and all but denial is just plain cruel. I'm pretty sure there's a UN resolution against this kind of thing.
He tried to say as much, his speech garbled and unintelligible.
“You know, you're always so obsessed with sticking your cock in my mouth when you win a bet. It's only fair that you get to experience the same thing.”
Marcus cocked his head to the side, moaning as her plan became clearer. He felt a soft rubber shape push its way through the ring, settling against his tongue and causing him to drool even more. Suddenly, he heard a hiss of air and it increased in size, causing him to grunt in surprise. Two more pumps and his mouth felt stuffed, the inflatable penis gag expanding to fill his mouth and squashing his tongue down. He drooled helplessly, his tongue unconsciously caressing the bulb filling his mouth.
This is definitely not the same thing.
The gag felt much more intrusive than he remembered, his tongue sliding against the rubber cock as he managed a series of muffled grunts and moans.
Bitch, he thought. This is definitely overkill.
His thoughts were interrupted as she teased her tongue over his clamped nipples, pulling slowly on the connected chain. He moaned into the gag, managing a low hum.
“It feels like you just had a nasty thought about me. Can't have that, you lost fair and square, after all.”
How does she know?, he wondered. That's just spooky.
Turning her attention back to his cock, he twitched as she worked a silicone ring over him, pulling his balls through before rolling it to the base. He was throbbing with need, bucking his hips and panting through his nose. A second, tighter ring followed, which she rolled to meet the second, his balls sandwiched between them. A third ring followed, cinching around the top of his scrotum and stretching his sack tightly. He moaned in frustration, knowing that the rings would slow his desperately needed orgasm.
She straddled his hips, grinding her pussy against his throbbing cock. He moaned and pulled at the ropes, well and truly stuck. He jumped as she worked the remote for his plug, the vibrations alternating in intensity and speed. Another pump, and he felt incredibly full, like the plug was taking up his entire anal cavity. He managed a muffled groan, squirming underneath her.
“I'll tell you what. If you really impress me with your performance, we'll see if you can get your goal before time runs out. Just remember though,” she said, flicking his clamped nipples “ladies come first.”
Marcus nodded frantically, panting through his nose and trying to signal his readiness to please her.
He let out a low groan as she lowered herself onto him, feeling her warmth envelop him. His cock twitched inside of her as she settled her weight and he heard her gasp. He arched his back involuntarily, Oh God, you feel so good. She tugged on the chained clamps and he moaned, his nipples on fire.
Marcus wasn't sure how much time he had left, but by God, he was going to get that goal.
The end