Waiting [Eduardo/Mark]
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing: Eduardo/Mark
Kinks: D/s, chastity, orgasm denial, public.
Triggers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 2,091
Notes; Not proofread, wrote this for fun. Trying out new kinks.
“Please, Eduardo.”
“Ah ah ah,” Eduardo taps his finger against the metal tube around Mark’s cock and grins. Mark shudders, pressing his nose into Eduardo’s shoulder with the most pathetic whimper he can manage. Eduardo only appears delighted. “Come on, Mark, we’ve got to get ready.”
Mark hasn’t come in three weeks, since the last time Eduardo locked the chastity device on him. The metal tube holds his cock securely, preventing any kind of friction. Eduardo only lets him out for proper cleaning and teasing, teasing that leaves Mark red-faced and panting, sobbing and begging for release only to have the device snapped back on and locked once again.
Eduardo wears the key around his neck. Tiny and silvery, it hangs from a chain and rests in the middle of his chest. It bounces and gleams when he walks, the only thing that could free Mark from this torture, teasing him.
Mark’s always hard. Or, well, as hard as he can be with the tube of the chastity belt confining him, his cock straining painfully and unnaturally against the steel casing. He’s never allowed to come. Eduardo realized pretty fast that controlling Mark’s orgasms gave him a whole lot of power.
It’s not like this started right away, no, they worked up to it. The first time was when Eduardo wrapped his fingers around Mark’s cock and growled in his ear, “don’t come until I say.” Mark blinked, stared at him, calculating. Eduardo watched the gears turn behind those blue eyes. But Mark submitted to the order and Eduardo didn’t make him wait very long.
The belt came after a long time of leading up to it, of Eduardo making him beg for his orgasms, making him wait hours on end. There was lots of careful internet research, lots of discussing, lots of planning. Eduardo could make Mark wait as long as he wanted while they were together, but when he wasn’t under Eduardo’s watch, he could still jerk off. Even if Eduardo set rules against that, he had no way of truly enforcing them. So it was the next natural step.
These days, he only gets to come once or twice a month if he’s lucky. Eduardo releases his cock from the metal cage to clean and moisturize, to prevent chafing or infection - he’s careful, even through all of this, not to hurt him. Mark fleetingly hopes every time this happens that this may be his lucky day, that this time Eduardo will let him come, but it’s rare that his wishes ever come true. In fact, Eduardo seems to be a mind reader because it’s only ever the times that he’s given up, resigned himself to the fate that he’ll never come again that Eduardo ever lets him.
Eduardo still uses Mark regularly. Fucks his ass, his mouth, or he makes Mark do all the work - just because Mark can’t come doesn’t mean he’s exempt from bringing Eduardo to orgasm.
Mark hates it. But he kind of loves it, too. Whenever he even thinks about Eduardo, Eduardo’s dominance, Eduardo’s control, his cock twitches within the metal cage, but he knows he has no hope of getting off. And from there it’s just a vicious cycle.
But the orgasms that he does have are completely mind-blowing. And he’s almost grateful for the restriction because, to be completely honest, he isn’t totally sure if he could control himself otherwise. Sure, he loves Eduardo, but he has needs and it’s not always easy to find him when he lives across campus.
“I don’t want to go,” Mark grunts, and this only earns him a burning whack across the ass. “Ow!”
“You,” Eduardo says, taking Mark’s chin and tilting it up deliberately so their eyes meet, “do what I say.”
Mark whimpers pathetically. There’s another party tonight at AEPi where they’re meeting Chris and Dustin. The last thing Mark wants to do is go to a party, especially when he’s already this worked up. “Please?” he whispers, trying to sound pitiful. Eduardo slaps him again, hard enough to make his eyes water and he yelps, burying his face in Eduardo’s shoulder.
“Be quiet, Mark. You know your rules, and they all apply tonight.”
Mark grunts in apology and Eduardo pushes the clothes against his chest. Eduardo always chooses Mark’s clothes; if he’s present, he tosses an outfit at him, if not, he texts Mark or calls him to tell him what to wear; grey hoodie, blue sweats, for example. Mark has never really cared what he wears, but when Eduardo’s not around to give him the instruction, he finds himself helplessly lost when he has to choose clothes for himself.
Mark pulls on the outfit Eduardo’s picked out. Jeans and a t-shirt, not bad, but not something Mark would usually wear. Eduardo wraps his arm around Mark’s waist; it looks like a loving gesture, but he has one finger hooked into Mark’s belt loop, keeping him held tightly to his side.
It’s warm enough to walk to the party without having to pull on a coat. Mark’s gotten used to walking with the thing on him, awkward and uncomfortable as it is. They arrive inside and Eduardo gives Mark a push towards the punch bowl, whispering “get drinks” while he looks for Dustin and Chris.
He finds them across the room and hurries over to meet them as Mark fills them drinks and scurries over. Eduardo takes the cup, kissing him thankfully on the forehead, carrying on their conversation and Mark’s silent, leaning into Eduardo’s side and looking down at his flip flop-clad feet. Eduardo’s arm goes back around his waist. Mark’s not allowed to talk without permission or unless he’s addressed by Eduardo first, so when Chris and Dustin greet him, he has to wait for Eduardo’s gentle squeeze on his side to return it.
Mark kind of likes being under Eduardo’s control when he’s in public. Mostly, his rules only apply inside the bedroom, but occasionally they bring them outside, like tonight. If Mark has something to say, he’ll tilt his head to the left until Eduardo raises his eyebrows or asks “Yes, Mark?” giving him the cue to speak. This includes asking to go to the bathroom, or to go to the refreshment table, or go speak with a friend, because he’s not allowed to leave Eduardo’s side without permission either. This, along with the belt, makes him feel tingly inside, like he’s got a dirty secret. It makes his submission feel more real when it’s brought into the real world.
Tonight, Mark doesn’t have to be reprimanded at all. He follows each of his rules to a T, and Eduardo is so proud of him. Back at Mark’s dorm, Eduardo wraps his arms around him, kissing him sweetly and slipping his fingers under his waistband. “You did so good, Mark.”
Mark nods, stays still as Eduardo pushes his pants down to his knees. Eduardo pulls the chain over his head, keying the little lock and Mark sighs with relief as the device falls away from his cock, freeing it. The thing is, though, Mark never knows if Eduardo’s going to let him come until he’s almost there. He whimpers pleadingly as Eduardo takes hold of his cock (allowable, despite his restrictions on speech) and Eduardo grins, whispering in his ear, “you can move, Mark, and you can talk, but don’t come, not till I say.”
Mark bucks into his hand, gasping (sweet, sweet friction). It’s been so long since he’s felt any sensations at all on his cock, especially with the promise of an orgasm. So fucking long that he’s been confined in this goddamn metal tube.
Eduardo pulls away and Mark chokes, gasping and whimpering as Wardo pushes him chest-down onto the bed. He continues to buck his hips against the duvet and Eduardo laughs at what a slut Mark is when he’s this desperate, having been denied for so long.
“Easy, boy,” he says with a hand on his shoulder, and Mark whimpers and curls his fingers into the bed spread as he goes still. He’s so God damn close.
Eduardo leaves Mark panting against the bed as he goes back over to the dresser. Mark hears him rummage around and place something on the top. His breath catches in his throat when he hears Eduardo opening his belt buckle, hearing the click of the metal as he pulls it out and lets it drop heavily to the floor.
“Strip, Mark,” Eduardo says, completely casually as if he’s asking him to please pass the butter. Mark follows directions immediately, yanking his shirt over his head and pushing his pants and underwear the rest of the way down. He’s hoping his own hurry will make Eduardo move faster but Eduardo continues with the same lazy, languid movements.
Eduardo finally comes back over, reaching between Mark’s thighs and cupping his balls. Mark shudders, arching forward. They’re heavy and aching, dying to be allowed release. “GodGodGodGodplease.”
“I don’t know, Mark…”
What does he want him to do? Cry? Mark’s nearly at that point. “Eduardo,” he sobs, pushing his ass back into his hand. He looks over his shoulder, but Eduardo pushes his face back into the bed. Mark exhales sharply as Eduardo’s hands spread his ass cheeks apart, spreading lube over his hole and working a greased finger in.
“ Please.”
Finger number two, slow, twisting and turning inside him. Mark clenches his ass around the fingers and Eduardo bites back a groan.
“Eduardo.”
Finger number three.
“Ed-wardo.”
Eduardo removes his fingers with a smirk that Mark can’t see. Mark still doesn’t know if Eduardo’s going to let him come in the end or not but he thinks he’d actually cry if he denied him it now. “God, please, please, please.” He’s begging. He’s flat-out begging. It’s been three weeks of constant teasing, constant denial, constant aching and desperation.
“Okay, Mark.” Eduardo’s voice is hard and breathy even though he tries to keep it even. He squeezes Mark’s ass, smearing the lube over his prick. Mark whimpers, his hole winking at Eduardo as he rubs his face in the covers.
“Turn over.”
“Ah…” Mark does so, looking up at Eduardo with his eyes as wide and pleading as he can make them. In his current state, he doesn’t have to act much. His cock is nearly flat against his stomach, red and painful. Eduardo draws his finger up along the vein and Mark gasps, shuddering from his neck to his toes. “Oh, oh God.”
“Not quite,” Eduardo smiles. He bends down and runs his hands through Mark’s curls, aligning his cock with Mark’s hole. “Relax, relax, take a deep breath,” he whispers. Mark sighs, closes his eyes and obeys. Eduardo presses the tip of his cock against his wet hole, sliding in. He groans immediately; Mark’s ass is as tight and hot as ever.
Mark gasps, whimpering, but it’s cut off by Eduardo wrapping his arms around his shoulders and shoving his tongue down into his throat. He hasn’t properly fucked Mark in quite some time, and Mark’s missed just the feeling of being full almost as much as he’s missed orgasms.
Well, maybe not quite as much. But it’s close.
“Wardo, Wardo, Wardo, oh.” Mark clutches up around Eduardo’s shoulders while Eduardo fucks him vigorously, taking his hands and pinning them into the bed by his head. Mark bucks his hips down to meet Eduardo’s thrusts, sweat trickling down his forehead as his cock grows impossibly harder. The pull in his gut only gets worse when Eduardo slows down, to wrap his fingers around Mark’s cock and lean down into his ear.
“Should I let you come?”
“Please, Eduardo, please, please. I was good tonight,” Mark cries.
“I know, I know, you have been good. I was impressed with your performance tonight.” He presses the pad of his thumb to the hole at the tip of Mark’s cock - Mark gasps, trembling and almost biting right through his lip. “And you know what… you can come, Mark.”
Three more thrusts and Mark comes with a violent convulsion and a howling cry. Eduardo fucks his ass until he comes, too, pulls out and wraps his arms around the trembling, whimpering Mark. Mark sobs into his shoulder, grateful, completely fucked out and spent.
Totally worth it.
When the room stops spinning and the world comes back into focus, his body is still weirdly numb, but he feels Eduado’s lips on his and hears the click of the belt being locked back into place.
ark
Pairing: Eduardo/Mark
Kinks: D/s, chastity, orgasm denial, public.
Triggers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 2,091
Notes; Not proofread, wrote this for fun. Trying out new kinks.
“Please, Eduardo.”
“Ah ah ah,” Eduardo taps his finger against the metal tube around Mark’s cock and grins. Mark shudders, pressing his nose into Eduardo’s shoulder with the most pathetic whimper he can manage. Eduardo only appears delighted. “Come on, Mark, we’ve got to get ready.”
Mark hasn’t come in three weeks, since the last time Eduardo locked the chastity device on him. The metal tube holds his cock securely, preventing any kind of friction. Eduardo only lets him out for proper cleaning and teasing, teasing that leaves Mark red-faced and panting, sobbing and begging for release only to have the device snapped back on and locked once again.
Eduardo wears the key around his neck. Tiny and silvery, it hangs from a chain and rests in the middle of his chest. It bounces and gleams when he walks, the only thing that could free Mark from this torture, teasing him.
Mark’s always hard. Or, well, as hard as he can be with the tube of the chastity belt confining him, his cock straining painfully and unnaturally against the steel casing. He’s never allowed to come. Eduardo realized pretty fast that controlling Mark’s orgasms gave him a whole lot of power.
It’s not like this started right away, no, they worked up to it. The first time was when Eduardo wrapped his fingers around Mark’s cock and growled in his ear, “don’t come until I say.” Mark blinked, stared at him, calculating. Eduardo watched the gears turn behind those blue eyes. But Mark submitted to the order and Eduardo didn’t make him wait very long.
The belt came after a long time of leading up to it, of Eduardo making him beg for his orgasms, making him wait hours on end. There was lots of careful internet research, lots of discussing, lots of planning. Eduardo could make Mark wait as long as he wanted while they were together, but when he wasn’t under Eduardo’s watch, he could still jerk off. Even if Eduardo set rules against that, he had no way of truly enforcing them. So it was the next natural step.
These days, he only gets to come once or twice a month if he’s lucky. Eduardo releases his cock from the metal cage to clean and moisturize, to prevent chafing or infection - he’s careful, even through all of this, not to hurt him. Mark fleetingly hopes every time this happens that this may be his lucky day, that this time Eduardo will let him come, but it’s rare that his wishes ever come true. In fact, Eduardo seems to be a mind reader because it’s only ever the times that he’s given up, resigned himself to the fate that he’ll never come again that Eduardo ever lets him.
Eduardo still uses Mark regularly. Fucks his ass, his mouth, or he makes Mark do all the work - just because Mark can’t come doesn’t mean he’s exempt from bringing Eduardo to orgasm.
Mark hates it. But he kind of loves it, too. Whenever he even thinks about Eduardo, Eduardo’s dominance, Eduardo’s control, his cock twitches within the metal cage, but he knows he has no hope of getting off. And from there it’s just a vicious cycle.
But the orgasms that he does have are completely mind-blowing. And he’s almost grateful for the restriction because, to be completely honest, he isn’t totally sure if he could control himself otherwise. Sure, he loves Eduardo, but he has needs and it’s not always easy to find him when he lives across campus.
“I don’t want to go,” Mark grunts, and this only earns him a burning whack across the ass. “Ow!”
“You,” Eduardo says, taking Mark’s chin and tilting it up deliberately so their eyes meet, “do what I say.”
Mark whimpers pathetically. There’s another party tonight at AEPi where they’re meeting Chris and Dustin. The last thing Mark wants to do is go to a party, especially when he’s already this worked up. “Please?” he whispers, trying to sound pitiful. Eduardo slaps him again, hard enough to make his eyes water and he yelps, burying his face in Eduardo’s shoulder.
“Be quiet, Mark. You know your rules, and they all apply tonight.”
Mark grunts in apology and Eduardo pushes the clothes against his chest. Eduardo always chooses Mark’s clothes; if he’s present, he tosses an outfit at him, if not, he texts Mark or calls him to tell him what to wear; grey hoodie, blue sweats, for example. Mark has never really cared what he wears, but when Eduardo’s not around to give him the instruction, he finds himself helplessly lost when he has to choose clothes for himself.
Mark pulls on the outfit Eduardo’s picked out. Jeans and a t-shirt, not bad, but not something Mark would usually wear. Eduardo wraps his arm around Mark’s waist; it looks like a loving gesture, but he has one finger hooked into Mark’s belt loop, keeping him held tightly to his side.
It’s warm enough to walk to the party without having to pull on a coat. Mark’s gotten used to walking with the thing on him, awkward and uncomfortable as it is. They arrive inside and Eduardo gives Mark a push towards the punch bowl, whispering “get drinks” while he looks for Dustin and Chris.
He finds them across the room and hurries over to meet them as Mark fills them drinks and scurries over. Eduardo takes the cup, kissing him thankfully on the forehead, carrying on their conversation and Mark’s silent, leaning into Eduardo’s side and looking down at his flip flop-clad feet. Eduardo’s arm goes back around his waist. Mark’s not allowed to talk without permission or unless he’s addressed by Eduardo first, so when Chris and Dustin greet him, he has to wait for Eduardo’s gentle squeeze on his side to return it.
Mark kind of likes being under Eduardo’s control when he’s in public. Mostly, his rules only apply inside the bedroom, but occasionally they bring them outside, like tonight. If Mark has something to say, he’ll tilt his head to the left until Eduardo raises his eyebrows or asks “Yes, Mark?” giving him the cue to speak. This includes asking to go to the bathroom, or to go to the refreshment table, or go speak with a friend, because he’s not allowed to leave Eduardo’s side without permission either. This, along with the belt, makes him feel tingly inside, like he’s got a dirty secret. It makes his submission feel more real when it’s brought into the real world.
Tonight, Mark doesn’t have to be reprimanded at all. He follows each of his rules to a T, and Eduardo is so proud of him. Back at Mark’s dorm, Eduardo wraps his arms around him, kissing him sweetly and slipping his fingers under his waistband. “You did so good, Mark.”
Mark nods, stays still as Eduardo pushes his pants down to his knees. Eduardo pulls the chain over his head, keying the little lock and Mark sighs with relief as the device falls away from his cock, freeing it. The thing is, though, Mark never knows if Eduardo’s going to let him come until he’s almost there. He whimpers pleadingly as Eduardo takes hold of his cock (allowable, despite his restrictions on speech) and Eduardo grins, whispering in his ear, “you can move, Mark, and you can talk, but don’t come, not till I say.”
Mark bucks into his hand, gasping (sweet, sweet friction). It’s been so long since he’s felt any sensations at all on his cock, especially with the promise of an orgasm. So fucking long that he’s been confined in this goddamn metal tube.
Eduardo pulls away and Mark chokes, gasping and whimpering as Wardo pushes him chest-down onto the bed. He continues to buck his hips against the duvet and Eduardo laughs at what a slut Mark is when he’s this desperate, having been denied for so long.
“Easy, boy,” he says with a hand on his shoulder, and Mark whimpers and curls his fingers into the bed spread as he goes still. He’s so God damn close.
Eduardo leaves Mark panting against the bed as he goes back over to the dresser. Mark hears him rummage around and place something on the top. His breath catches in his throat when he hears Eduardo opening his belt buckle, hearing the click of the metal as he pulls it out and lets it drop heavily to the floor.
“Strip, Mark,” Eduardo says, completely casually as if he’s asking him to please pass the butter. Mark follows directions immediately, yanking his shirt over his head and pushing his pants and underwear the rest of the way down. He’s hoping his own hurry will make Eduardo move faster but Eduardo continues with the same lazy, languid movements.
Eduardo finally comes back over, reaching between Mark’s thighs and cupping his balls. Mark shudders, arching forward. They’re heavy and aching, dying to be allowed release. “GodGodGodGodplease.”
“I don’t know, Mark…”
What does he want him to do? Cry? Mark’s nearly at that point. “Eduardo,” he sobs, pushing his ass back into his hand. He looks over his shoulder, but Eduardo pushes his face back into the bed. Mark exhales sharply as Eduardo’s hands spread his ass cheeks apart, spreading lube over his hole and working a greased finger in.
“ Please.”
Finger number two, slow, twisting and turning inside him. Mark clenches his ass around the fingers and Eduardo bites back a groan.
“Eduardo.”
Finger number three.
“Ed-wardo.”
Eduardo removes his fingers with a smirk that Mark can’t see. Mark still doesn’t know if Eduardo’s going to let him come in the end or not but he thinks he’d actually cry if he denied him it now. “God, please, please, please.” He’s begging. He’s flat-out begging. It’s been three weeks of constant teasing, constant denial, constant aching and desperation.
“Okay, Mark.” Eduardo’s voice is hard and breathy even though he tries to keep it even. He squeezes Mark’s ass, smearing the lube over his prick. Mark whimpers, his hole winking at Eduardo as he rubs his face in the covers.
“Turn over.”
“Ah…” Mark does so, looking up at Eduardo with his eyes as wide and pleading as he can make them. In his current state, he doesn’t have to act much. His cock is nearly flat against his stomach, red and painful. Eduardo draws his finger up along the vein and Mark gasps, shuddering from his neck to his toes. “Oh, oh God.”
“Not quite,” Eduardo smiles. He bends down and runs his hands through Mark’s curls, aligning his cock with Mark’s hole. “Relax, relax, take a deep breath,” he whispers. Mark sighs, closes his eyes and obeys. Eduardo presses the tip of his cock against his wet hole, sliding in. He groans immediately; Mark’s ass is as tight and hot as ever.
Mark gasps, whimpering, but it’s cut off by Eduardo wrapping his arms around his shoulders and shoving his tongue down into his throat. He hasn’t properly fucked Mark in quite some time, and Mark’s missed just the feeling of being full almost as much as he’s missed orgasms.
Well, maybe not quite as much. But it’s close.
“Wardo, Wardo, Wardo, oh.” Mark clutches up around Eduardo’s shoulders while Eduardo fucks him vigorously, taking his hands and pinning them into the bed by his head. Mark bucks his hips down to meet Eduardo’s thrusts, sweat trickling down his forehead as his cock grows impossibly harder. The pull in his gut only gets worse when Eduardo slows down, to wrap his fingers around Mark’s cock and lean down into his ear.
“Should I let you come?”
“Please, Eduardo, please, please. I was good tonight,” Mark cries.
“I know, I know, you have been good. I was impressed with your performance tonight.” He presses the pad of his thumb to the hole at the tip of Mark’s cock - Mark gasps, trembling and almost biting right through his lip. “And you know what… you can come, Mark.”
Three more thrusts and Mark comes with a violent convulsion and a howling cry. Eduardo fucks his ass until he comes, too, pulls out and wraps his arms around the trembling, whimpering Mark. Mark sobs into his shoulder, grateful, completely fucked out and spent.
Totally worth it.
When the room stops spinning and the world comes back into focus, his body is still weirdly numb, but he feels Eduado’s lips on his and hears the click of the belt being locked back into place.
ark