Mark Me

~ LOGAN ~

The kid’s looking up at me with wide, lust-filled eyes…sweat-damp bangs, tear-streaked temples and the fiery glow of those gorgeous red eyes meet hen hen I lower my gaze to meet his. Remy moans low in his throat, the sound muffled by the ball gag I put in place hours ago to keep him from waking the entire mansion. The sound of it goes straight to my cock, making me growl in anticipation, as I take a long leisurely look at the gorgeous body stretched out on the bed. Remy’s whimpering as he watches me watching him…he loves it, knowing what how he’s affecting me, knowing that it’s taking everything in my power to keep from losing it right there just from the pure intensity of the sight that reaches me.

I let my gaze rove over the mouth-watering creature bound to the bed, growling appreciatively. I let myself savor all the details as I admire my boy; the burning desperation glowing in his eyes…that flat stomach…those knife-sharp cheekbones…the heavy duty leather restraints pinning his wrists and ankles to the bed…the ball gag forcing those full, pouty lips apart…but mostly, the way my boy’s cock is so hard it hurts, purple and dripping and begging for release. Remy’s already been waiting for hours, obediently (if petulantly) denying himself the release he needs so desperately.

I bring my gaze back to rest on his face again. He’s desperate for it…but more than that, he wants me to control him…hurt him. My cock throbs desperately as I take in that lustful, frantic expression; read the need for cruelty in those gorgeous ruby eyes. If it’s pain he wants, I won’t deny him…not when the animal inside me is screaming for me to turn it loose on him, let myself go completely.

I release my claws and Remy whimpers frantically, hips hitching up in response. His cock throbs, precum dripping onto his stomach as he watches me expectantly. There’s no mistaking it, this is what he wants…what he needs. “This what yah were waitin’ for, pet?” I ask. Not that I need the confirmation, I just want to see that desperate, jerky little nod…the way he lifts his hips as high as his bonds permit as he attempts to beg behind the gag.

Remy moans and tosses his head, closing his eyes and hitching his hips and…waiting. I kneel between his spread legs, my cock throbbing hungrily in anticipation of what’s to come. After making him wait those few agonizing seconds I move. Fast. With lightning quick speed, I bring my claws down on both sides of his ribs, slashing two sets of parallel, six inch gashes; threeeacheach side.

The pain and pleasure of it drive Remy over the edge and he comes, hard, screaming deliriously behind the gag, hips hitching as he comes tingting in hot, sticky torrents all over his chest and stomach, cum running into the bleeding gashes on his ribs, making him wail loudly at the resulting sting. At the same time, his orgasm hits my mind full force and drives me over the brink and I fall back on my knees, hands closed into fists, claws out, howling like a wild animal as I come gushing across the sheets and Remy’s stomach…and good God, I’ve never experienced anything anywhere near this before. Sa tha that it’s incredible would be the understatement of the century…it’s that good.

The kid’s already passed out by the time I get my wits about me enough to even think about anything other than the wonderful ecstasy-filled fog in my brain, out cold with a look of complete and utter satisfaction on that beautiful face. I force myself to tear my eyes away from that angelic countenance, though…I have to get those cuts bandaged and get the bleeding stopped. The kid’s going to have scars, but I find that I like the idea of that…a permanent mark showing anyone who cares to look just who he belongs to.

Yeah, I like the sound of that.

~ REMY ~

I stare at Logan as he looms over me, eyeing him pleadingly from behind the sweaty bangs that’ve fallen in front of my eyes during the night’s events. I know I must look the perfect picture of debauchery with my hair sticking up every which way and the innumerable hickeys and bites that are scattered over my chest and neck. But while I may feel like a wanton whore, Logan obviously appreciates it…he’s looking me up and down, growling low in his throat in that way that goes straight to my cock and makes me moan frantically around the gag I’ve been wearing for most of the night. I’m a screamer, no doubt about that, and Logan doesn’t want everyone in the mansion breaking down the door thanks to my big mouth. I feel like I’m going to explode right here and now as I feel the lust that’s radiating off of Logan…knowing that I’m the one doing it to him is making me so hot I can’t hardly stand it.

I’ve already been waiting for hours, barely holding off the mind-blowing orgasm that’s threatening to hit me any time now. Logan knows how to torture me and I love every minute of it…I focus on making him feel what I feel, that need for him to let the animal inside him loose on me…to hurt me, make me scream and beg. Oh God, yes. I know Logan feels it, I can see it in eyeseyes, and I also know he’s feeling the same driving need as I am.

With a little snarl, Logan releases his claws and I practically cry with relief…he knows what I want and he’s finally going to give it to me. My cock throbs, dripping onto my stomach and I whimper eagerly, lifting my hips and begging with my eyes for Logan to do it now, give me what I want. “This what yah were waitin’ for, pet?” he asks, and I nod frantically, hitching my hips up as high as I cnd mnd making garbled attempts to beg behind the ball gag forcing my mouth open.

I wait, eyes closed, feeling the agonizing seconds go by, wanting it so bad it hurts. I feel Logan kneel between my legs and my cock gives an eager jerk, it won’t be long now and my body’s practically humming with anticipation. This is going to hurt so good…and then there it is, that agonizing, burning, wonderful pain as he slashes his claws across my ribs, leaving three ribbons of blood and searing pain be and and driving me out of my mind with pleasure.

That wonderful agonizing pleasure drives me over the brink and I come, aminaming at the top of my lungs behind the gag as I come shooting all over my chest, the salt of my cum making the gashes on my ribs burn like miniature bonfires. This is absolutely the most agonizingly wonderful sensation I’ve ever experienced as the mind-blowing pleasure of my long-awaited climax mixes with the burn and sting of my injured sides. I haul my eyes open as I feel Logan’s orgasm hit him and moan deliriously at the sight that greets me. Logan’s fallen back on his knees, head thrown back and hands bunched up into fists, claws out, as he comes in long, hard spurts that have him howling at the top of his lungs.

Oblivion is closing in fast as consciousness fades and my last thought before surrendering is that I’m going to have scars and that I’ve never been happier…now I’ll always know who I belong to.

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