Chapter 8: Mark Takes Over
Before he was ready to cum, Brad pulled out.
"What...??" Mark didn't understand what was happening. "What the hell...?"
"Flip."
"But..."
"Now."
Brad was already wiping off his cock.
"It's my turn. Fuck me. Like And did."
"Wha-a-a-t?"
Mark’s voice cracked, his voice rough with need. He was still panting, his chest heaving, his cock dripping with precum, his ass throbbing from the relentless pounding he’d just taken. His mind was a fog of lust and confusion. "You want me to—?"
"Fuck me," Brad growled, his voice thick with command. "Like Andy did. You think you can handle that?"
Mark’s pulse roared in his ears. He’d never topped Brad before. He’d never even considered it. The idea of being inside Brad, of feeling that tight, powerful body beneath him, sent a fresh jolt of need through his veins.
Brad didn’t wait for an answer.
He rolled onto his back, his thick, tattooed body sprawled across the rumpled sheets, his cock still half-hard, glistening with lube and precum. The muscles in his thighs flexed as he spread his legs wide, his heavy balls resting against the mattress. His fingers dug into the flesh of his own thighs, pulling them apart even further, exposing himself completely.
"Come on, then," he growled, his voice rough with impatience. "You said you could handle it. Prove it."
Mark’s breath hitched. His cock throbbed, the head swollen and dark, precum dripping down the shaft. He’d never seen Brad like this—vulnerable, exposed, waiting.
The sight of him, spread out on the bed like an offering, sent a fresh wave of heat through Mark’s body. His cock twitched, aching with the need to bury itself inside that tight, muscular ass.
Mark crawled onto the bed, his movements slow, deliberate. He wanted to savor this. Wanted to make it last. His hands slid up Brad’s thighs, feeling the dense muscle beneath his palms, the coarse hair scraping against his skin. He leaned down, his breath hot against Brad’s inner thigh, and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin there.
“Fuck,” Brad groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound.
“Stop teasing and just *fuck* me already.”
Mark didn’t need to be told twice.
He grabbed Brad’s thick, muscular thighs, his fingers digging into the dense muscle as he pulled him closer. The scent of sex and sweat filled his nostrils, the musky aroma making his cock throb with anticipation. He leaned down, his breath hot against Brad’s exposed hole, and spat—a thick, wet glob of saliva that landed right on the tight pucker.
“Jesus *fuck*,” Brad hissed, his body tensing. “Do it.”
Mark didn’t hesitate. He lined his cock up, the thick, swollen head pressing against Brad’s tight entrance.
The heat radiating from that hole was intoxicating, a promise of the vice-like grip waiting just beyond. Mark’s breath came in short, ragged bursts, his chest heaving as he fought to control the overwhelming need to just *shove* inside and claim this man.
“Fucking do it,” Brad growled, his voice thick with impatience. His fingers dug into the sheets, his knuckles white. “Stop fucking teasing and *take* me.”
Mark didn’t need to be told twice.
With a slow, deliberate push, he pressed forward. The head of his cock breached Brad’s tight ring of muscle, the resistance immediate and intoxicating.
Mark groaned at the sensation—hot, slick pressure that made his vision blur. Brad’s body was a goddamn vice around him, gripping him with a force that made his hips jerk forward instinctively. T
“Fuck—” Brad’s voice was a strangled groan, his back arching off the bed as Mark pushed deeper. He didn't bother going gentle or slow. This man wanted it hot and hard and Mark was ready to deliver. Now Brad's fingers clawed at the sheets, his thighs trembling with the effort to take it. “You’re so fucking *big*—”
Mark almost laughed. The same thing he'd said. But didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He didn't want to, either. "There's more," was all he said.
In the darkness of the room, neither man had a chance to scope out the other man's cock. Both men were 'hung' but it turned out, where Brad had the greater girth, Mark was easily an inch longer than Brad. Considering the thickness of the contractor's butt muscles, that would work out just fine. Mark's cock was long and thick, but he was no stranger to the tightness of a well-worked ass. He knew how to fuck. He knew how to make a man scream. And he knew how to make a man beg.
"Fuck," Brad gasped as Mark pushed deeper. His ass was getting stretched beyond what Andy had done. Brad's fingers clawed at the sheets, his body trembling with the effort to take it. "You're gonna *kill* me."
Mark grinned. I'll be gentle, he said. And then gave an extra deep shove. Brad yelped and grabbed in Mark's direction, but Mark just leaned back. "I told you there's more, bitch."
At that, Brad began to lunge. He met with Mark's broad hand shoving him back down on toe bed.
"Lay down." It was an order, and Brad obeyed immediately. "Sorry, sir."
Brad's voice was thick with arousal and a hint of embarrassment. He relaxed back onto the bed, his body trembling with the effort to stay still. Mark's cock was stretching him wider than he'd ever been stretched before, and it sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through his body that made his toes curl.
Mark didn’t answer. His hands gripped Brad’s thick, muscular thighs, his fingers digging into the dense muscle as he pulled him closer. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, the musky aroma making his cock throb with anticipation.
Mark's eyes lit up. *He likes taking orders in bed.*
Mark began to slide in and out now, smooth at first. then faster and harder. He didn't give Bram much time to get accustomed to his length, and soon, as Brad's hole relaxed more, the tip of Marks cock began to hit 'that spot' inside Brad. The one that made his cock twitch and his balls tighten. The one that made him moan and gasp. The one that made his toes curl and his fingers claw at the sheets. The one that made him want to scream for more.
Mark knew now. He knew exactly what he was doing. He hit that spot over and over again, driving Brad fucking crazy. Brad hadn't cum when he was fucking Mark, but Mark knew that Brad was going to cum soon.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Brad groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound, in rhythm with the pounding he was taking. His fingers clawed at the sheets, his knuckles white, his body trembling with the effort to take it. "You're gonna fucking break me."
Mark's cock was buried deep inside Brad's ass now, balls deep. The tight heat of him gripped his shaft like a vice. Brad's muscles were clenching around him, trying to adjust to the invasion. For Brad, the sensation was overwhelming—raw, primal pleasure that made his balls ache and his cock throb.
Mark leaned forward, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of Brad's head, caging him in.
"Hey buddy. Can you take it?" He mocked him. Brad shook his head, then realizing what Mark meant, stopped, nodded. "Give it to me, fucker. All of it."
A hard grin spear across Mark's handsome face. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed, his butt right at the edge. Then Mark pulled out, all the way out, and without waiting, slammed his thick rod all the way in to Brad's now-juicy hole. His dick head slammed in to 'that spot' and Brad roared. He did it again, another roar. And again. And again.
"FUCK!" Brad was on the edge of passing outwith the commingled pain and pleasure. "Fuck man, you made your point!"
"You sure?" Mark asked. and one more time, he slammed his cock in as hard and far as he could.
Brad’s body convulsed, his back arching off the bed, his fingers clawing at the sheets. A choked, strangled groan tore from his throat, his cock twitching violently as he came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across his stomach, his chest, his fingers digging into the sheets as his body shuddered with the force of his release.
Mark didn’t stop. He kept fucking, his hips slamming into Brad’s ass, his cock pistoning in and out of that tight, clenching hole. He could feel Brad’s body trembling beneath him, the way his muscles clenched around his cock, the way his breath came in ragged gasps.
Mark’s own climax was building, a tight, coiling pressure in his balls, the heat of it spreading through his veins like wildfire. He wanted to fucking *own* this man, to leave him wrecked and gasping, to make him remember this night for the rest of his goddamn life.
Mark leaned down, his lips brushing against Brad’s ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You’re mine now,” he growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp. “You’re fucking mine, Brad.”
Brad’s only response was a choked groan, his fingers digging into Mark’s forearms as he tried to hold on, to keep himself grounded in the storm of sensation.
"Roll over. On your belly, slut."
Whimpering, Brad complied. Mark grabbed Brad around the hips and plulled his ass up in the air. He slid into that now sloppy ole and began to pound it as if he was just beginning the night. Brad began to whimper.
"Shut up bitch."
Mark had been on his knees behind Brad, but now he pulled out, squatted behind him and slammed in again, pounding furiously. Brad’s ass was a fucking masterpiece, the way it jiggled with each brutal thrust, the way it clenched around Mark’s cock like a desperate, hungry mouth. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a filthy symphony of raw, animalistic desire.
"Fuck, you’re taking it so good," Mark growled, his voice rough with lust. He reached forward, his fingers digging into Brad’s broad shoulders, using the leverage to drive himself even deeper. "You like that, don’t you? You like being my fucking whore."
Brad could only whimper in response, his face buried in the sweat-dampened sheets.
His body was a quivering mess of overstimulated nerves, his ass throbbing from the relentless pounding, his cock aching with the need to cum again. He’d never been fucked like this—never been *used* like this. And goddamn if he didn’t love it.
Mark’s hands pulled Brad's hips back and forth now, his thick cock pistoning in and out of that sloppy, well-used hole. The rhythm of bodies slamming together filled the room. Brad could feel Mark’s balls slapping against his own, the coarse hair scraping against his sensitive skin. He could barely breath for the ecstasy of the sensation. It was overwhelming. He was totally out of control. and he was going to cum again.
The way Mark was fucking him was making him feel like a fucking whore, and he loved it. He loved all of it--the way Mark’s cock stretched him, the way it filled him up and hit that spot, that made him feel like he was being split in two. He loved the way Mark’s balls slapped against his own, the way the coarse hair scraped against his sensitive skin.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Brad groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound, his face buried in the sweat-dampened sheets. His body was a quivering mess of overstimulated nerves, his ass throbbing from the relentless pounding. And still he wanted more. He as so close to cumming again, and yet so far. And he didn't want this to end. He was sure thatif he came now, it would trigger Mark and it would all be over.
He had to cum, to make Mark stop. But no, he didn't want that. But then... Mark did stop.
This was so good, Mark thought. So very good. He never wanted it to stop. But he knew he was getting close, losing control.
He pulled out and shoved Brad over on his side. As he felt the sperm sliding out of his balls, he crawled up to Brad's face. As the load shot out, rope after thick rope, foru, five shots., Brad opened his eyes. The first shot it him right in the forehead, and ran down between his eyes. He popped his mouth open then, but the rest of that load, painted his face. Completely.
And then Brad rolled over on his back, had just time enough to get his hand on his cock to point it as he too came.
The thick ropes of cum shot out, landing on Mark’s chest and stomach, dripping down his sides.
“You’re fucking mine, Brad.”
Brad’s only response was a choked groan, his middle finger coming up in response. Mark collapsed onto the bed beside Brad, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat. Both men were spent. Satisfied. And yet wanting more.
Brad was first to recover.
"You get your data?"
Mark leaned over, wiped his cum from Brad's face, and fed ti to him. "Here's my data, fucker."
Brad grinned, wiped some of his cum from his belly and fed it to Mark. He didn't refuse it. "Here's mine, fucker." Brad's voice was thick with satisfaction, his grin widening as he smeared his own cum across Mark's lips, letting the salty, bitter taste coat his tongue. He licked his own lips, savoring the musky flavor of Mark's cum, his cock twitching despite the exhaustion.
Brad's fingers traced the sweat-slicked contours of Mark's chest, his touch lingering on the hard planes of muscle. "You're a filthy bastard, you know that?" he murmured, his voice rough with lingering arousal.
Mark leaned back against the headboard, his cock still half-hard, glistening with their combined fluids. "Fuck you." He grinned.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Guys? You...uh...you...doing ok?"
It was Ryan.