Jack locked his eyes with Mark, giving him a guarded look that suggested that he might to something wicked. Taking his time, Jack made his way to the bed. He refused to remove his hands from his crotch. Just to irritate Mark. Jack walked to the bed, letting his mind drift to all the things Mark had done to him on this bed. Swallowing to cool himself down, he put his hands on the foot of the bed. Feeling the silk sheets beneath his palms. His eyes drifted to the bed posts and couldn't help smirking. The leather cuffs that had once held his ankles was still there. Was Mark planning to use them again? Jack felt warmth by the back of his leg, which caused him to peek over his shoulder. Mark had a small smile on his face as he reached out to cover Jack's eyes with his hand. Jack stayed still, feeling Mark's other hand touch the back of his neck. Mark guided his head down to the mattress, whispering over him sweetly. "lay your head down and keep your eyes closed for me." 

Jack obeyed, focusing on just feeling everything. Mark's hand left his eyes, while his other hand drifted lovingly across his shoulder and along his arm to his wrist. As he expected, Mark took his wrist, stretching it out to cuff it to the bedpost. Jack didn't resist it, letting Mark check the tightness. When Mark released his arm, he tried to twist his wrist out. He knew it might not work, but it felt good to test it. Mark's hand drifted along his arm again, going over his back to his other arm. Mark tried to extend his arm out to the other cuff, but Jack chuckled. His other arm didn't reach. Mark's smacked his ass playfully, causing his legs to move closer to the bed. Now it reached. Mark cuffed his other wrist, then moved away. Jack adjusted his chest more comfortable on the bed, trying to keep his legs close together. He didn't feel Mark for a time, then felt his hands on the backs of his thighs. Mark tried to pry his legs apart, telling him warmly. "Spread your legs, Jack. I need to set this toy up to the mattress."

Jack raised his eyebrow, spreading his legs wide. Mark reached between his legs, messing with the mattress. If felt like he was lifting it up to put something in it. What the hell was he doing? Finishing up, Mark rubbed Jack's inner thighs. Mark made sure not to touch his genitals, simply squeezing his thighs and on occasion kissing the outside of his thigh. Jack yelped excited as Mark playfully bit his thigh and stood up. Mark stood right up behind him, causing Jack's cock to harden. Even just feeling Mark's jeans behind was enough to get his blood racing. Mark's hands slight around to pull his hips back as far as they'd go. Jack heard bottle snap open, then snap close shortly after. Mark leaned over his back, kissing his back as his arms wrapped around him. Jack gasped loudly, his toes digging into the carpet as Mark's lubed up hands took ahold of his cock and balls. Mark bit his shoulder, purring to him. "You can open your eyes now if you want." Jack opened his eyes, but couldn't see much of anything anyway.

Jack moaned softly, shifting his legs wider and rubbing his chest against the silk sheets as he tried to grind his hips against Mark's. The lube was tingling his genitals as a warm sensation relaxed every muscle between his legs. Mark's lathering strokes only made him harder and his balls ache heavily. He couldn't imagine anything sweeter. Mark then suddenly stopped to Jack displeasure. It had felt too good for him to just stop. Mark grabbed his hips firmly, telling him commandingly. "Jack, move closer to the mattress for me." Jack inched closer, hesitantly. He couldn't feel anything in front of him. Was there something between him and the mattress? Mark leaned over him, taking his cock again and gently pushing against his hips to inch him closer. Jack bit his lip, anxiously. Why was Mark pushing him closer with his cock aimed straight for the bed? It made no sense. The tip of Jack's cock felt something soft and warm, causing him to jerk his head up. Tugging on his restraints in slight fear of it.

Mark stopped pushing him for a moment, cooing soothingly against his back calmly. "Easy, Jackaboy. Trust me. It's perfectly safe." Jack tried to calm down, but when Mark tried to push his hips closer, he resisted by bracing his knees on the mattress. Mark stopped again, kissing his shoulder now and telling him sweetly. "It's not going to hurt you at all. It's really soft and I lubed it up nicely for you. Let me show you?" Jack relaxed his legs enough to let Mark very cautiously push his hips again. Jack fingers clenched the bedsheets in preparation for anything as his cock was guided into something heavily lubed and so very soft. The deeper Mark pushed him in, the more it felt so warm and inviting. An orgasmic moan broke from Jack's throat as he thrust his hips in deeper. Mark braced firmly against him to keep him from pulling out, telling him wickedly. "What do you think of the heated pocket pussy?"

Jack legs flexed hard against the mattress, his wrists tugging at the restraints. It felt so good that he was lost in his desire. He wanted to pull out and start fucking it... But Mark's damn hips wouldn't let him. Mark's hands rubbed up and down Jack's bare sides, kissing his spine as he arched like a cat to try any means of moving. Jack clawed at the sheets, whining out blissfully. "Oh, fuck... Let me move, Daddy... Or fuck me! Don't just stay there, please!" Mark leaned over him to nipple on the tip of his ear, before purring into his ear so deeply that it gave Jack goosebumps. "I will, but you've got to get yourself under control. I come want you to go off, until I do. Got it?" Jack rubbed his forehead against the sheets, letting out a soft whine. That was going to take a lot more will power than he believed that he had. Mark very slowly eased off him, then smacked Jack's ass to help him think about something else. Jack flinched from the smack, but it helped him focus on his steady breathing.

Jack loved the feeling of Mark's hand stroking his lower back, reminding him that he was still there. His primal urge to blow his semen into the toy was so strong. Tempting him to disobey Mark's orders in the worst way. Mark's hand moved down his lower back a little to part his cheeks enough to slip a lubed finger in. Jack arched hard against the mattress, desperately trying to keep himself before pulling out of the toy... Or even move hips. Mark's middle finger inched its way in finding the sweet part that made Jack cry out in mad bliss. This wasn't fair! He could feel the lube leaking down his shaft, dripping off him to smear against his part thighs as he shifted around. He couldn't stand still with Mark's finger daring him to break. Jack's legs began to quiver, his urges driving him crazy. Growing so desperate, he sank his teeth into the sheets to grind his teeth on anything. Mark too notice immediately and pulled it from his mouth, snapping out seriously. "Hey! Don't do that. You wanna gag?" Jack rubbed his head against the sheets to fight off the growing pressure building between his legs, mumbling out weakly. "Daddy... Please... Mercy."

Mark moved away, snatching something off the wall, before returning. Jack arched his body like a cat, his hips starting to fight against him. Pulling out until only the tip was left it. He couldn't fight it anymore. He started to push in, but Mark's hand grabbed his hip to stop him. Jack cried out in agony, trying to pull his hips back in. Mark shushed him softly, leaning over him to present him with a bar gag that was in the shape of a white dog bone. Jack didn't care what it was. He had the urge to bite something and it looked perfect for the job! Jack opened his mouth, letting Mark quickly put it in his mouth firmly. Biting down on it hard, Jack cried out as his cock ached and managed to sink back into the toy with a powerful thrust. The sensation of pleasure was so strong that he threw his head back, his eyes glazing over. He was straddling the edge of desire and was going numb from the waist down. Mark stepped in to pin him again, drizzling lube over his asshole. Jack panted heavily, spreading his legs and breaching them to take Mark's weight.

Mark's pants fell to the floor, then were kicked away. Jack's wrists tugged violently on the restraints. He felt like a wild animal in heat. This toy was had him at the mercy of his own primal needs... and Mark was about to make it so much worse. Mark kept Jack pinned against the mattress, but was able to carefully mount him with slow agonizing ease. Jack felt like he was getting railed from both ends and was thankful to be tied down. Otherwise, the pleasure of it would have buckled him to his knees! Mark took hold of Jack's hips, pulling him out of the toy slowly. Jack thrashed trying to go back in, but Mark's grip had him under his complete control. Mark then pulled himself out of Jack to the tip. Jack took a deep breath, then let out a loud muffled moan as Mark pushed into him enough to sink him into the toy. He needed to go faster! Mark was going to slow... but his body didn't seem to really care. Slow or fast, a few more of those and he was going to burst!

Mark started into a rhythm and Jack forced himself to go with it. The second he was set in the rhythm, Mark's hands left his hips. Exploring up to his ribcage and back down to his hips. Jack loved feeling Mark's hands on him. Feeling a weird pleasure that came from being both protected and possessed by him. He wanted to feel Mark's hands all over him. To feel surrounded by him until he could feel nothing else. Mark seemed to feel something similar, because his thrusts started to come faster and his arms wrapped underneath him, seeking out his chest with both hands. Mark's fingers wedged their way between his chest and the mattress, pinching his nipples and biting his neck a bit roughly. The tingle from his teased nipples was enough to spark the last thing needed for him to cum. Grabbing the chains to his cuffs tightly, he whined loudly against the gag. Mark read his reaction, removing his teeth from his shoulder enough to huskily moan out breathlessly. "OH, fuck... I'm cumming... OH!"

Jack's eyes rolled back as Mark thrusted into him hard, his body locking up and shoving him hard into the toy. Jack's body quivered beneath Mark, hearing him moan and feeling his body press into him set him off. He felt his orgasm to the tips of his toes, shooting his seed into the toy with more relief than his body knew how to describe. For a moment, neither one of them could move. Mark could only lay over him, hugging his waist and riding out the last few waves of his orgasm. Jack panted heavily against the bed, his legs slowly relaxing from their tensed up state. Mark soon reached out to unbuckle his cuffs, backing out of him, but staying close. Jack pulled his arms in, stepping back to pull his cock from the toy, but he couldn't sit up. He was so exhausted now. He was sure that his legs couldn't hold him now if he tired. Mark stroked his back, leaning over him to his spine and unbuckle the gag.

Jack let the gag fall from his mouth, wincing as he told Mark in a strained chuckle. "For fucks sake, Mark... I can't move." Mark rubbed his ass lovingly as he chuckled out wearily. "Don't blame all that on me. You drained me just as badly... You got in my head and asked for that." Jack chuckled, thinking about falling asleep just like this. He felt his cock dripping from all the lube used in the toy... and even felt something leaking down his thigh. He just could get up the energy to move. Mark squeezed his ass a second, stating out a bit gruffly. "Ah, shit. Hang on a minute." Jack nodded as his eyes started to close. He faintly heard the ruffling of a drawer... Then leapt awake as something cold slide up his thigh and between his ass cheeks. Mark was kneeling behind him, cleaning him with a wet wipe. Jack hated how could it was and tried to close his legs, but Mark kept them parted. It was only after he finished, that he tapped his ass, telling him sweetly. "Go on upstairs to my room now. It will be warmer."

Jack nodded sleepily, staggering off toward the stairs. He managed to reach Mark's room as Mark came up the steps with the toys they'd used in a plastic tub. Mark set them in the bathroom to clean later, then snatched a pair of shorts before letting Chica inside. Jack slipped on a pair of Mark's Markiplier P.J. pants. He was too tired to go hunting for his suitcase. Kneeling by Mark's bed, he put a hand on the bed and waited. Mark trotted into the room a short while later, brushing a hand over his bare shoulders and purring into his hear softly. "Oh, Jack... I meant for you to crawl into bed. I'm sorry. Come on. Up ya go." Mark practically lifted Jack off the floor to lay him across the bed. The bed felt so fluffy and warm that Jack couldn't keep his eyes open. He just let Mark tuck him in and move him around as needed. Mark snuggled in behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing his shoulder. Jack smiled, taking Mark's wrist and pulling him as close as he could get. They weren't in bed that long, before Chica jumped up onto the bed.

Mark sat up to yell at her to get down, but Jack defiantly raised an arm and called to her. Chica dashed over them, stepping on their legs and hips before snuggling in under Jack's arm. Mark poked his back stubbornly grumbling out. "Jack... You can't do that. You'll spoil her. Make her get down." Jack snuggled closer to Chica, sleepily mumbling out. "I can't do that, Daddy. I'm just a pet myself." Jack shot a wicked peek over his shoulder to see Mark roll his eyes. The both were too tired to fight the issue farther. So, Mark snuggled back against him, purring over his shoulder playfully. "Then your both grounded." Jack smirked, rubbing Chica's head until he fell asleep. By morning though, the joy they had felt the night before was gone. Jack had been away from Youtube too long and his fans were starting to take notice. Which left him with only one choice. His break was over and it was time to go home. Mark hovered in the doorway as he packed, watching him with a pained expression. He didn't want him to leave, just as much as he didn't want to go. He had to though.

Mark reluctantly drove him to the airport, shuffling around uncomfortable before hugging him tightly at the terminal. Jack hugged him back, not wanting to let go... but he had too... because Mark refused too. Kissing Mark's cheek, he told him with a warm smile. "I'll be back. I promise you." Mark nodded, but the look of loss was still on his face. Jack hugged him again, feeling his time growing short, but told him confidently. "Just one more time, Mark. Wait for me?" Mark cupped his face, telling him firmly. "Of course, I will. Just come back to me." Jack nodded, pulling away and keeping ahold of Mark's hand until he couldn't anymore. Jack's next few months were a bit more stressful as he balanced videos and moving plans. He worked hard and managed to make everything in order. When at long last, his year was finally up. All his stuff had been moved. His house closed out and sold. All that was left was for him to go home.

Exiting off the plane with his backpack, he headed straight for the entrance feeling butterflies swarm in his stomach. Pushing out of the glass doors, he scanned the area. He had made sure to text him the right time. Feeling anxious, he moved to the curb, when a familiar voice whispered over his shoulder. "Did you miss me?" Jack grinned as goosebumps raced down his arms. Slowly turning around, he dropped his bag and embraced Mark tightly. Mark held him close, whispering across his neck. "I've missed you so much. Shall we go home?" Jack pulled away, nodded and taking Chica's leash from Mark. Together they walked to the car with Mark's arm around his wait and Chica trotting along beside them. Jack couldn't wait to go home with Mark... because this time... He'd never have to leave again. The End.