One Week //8//
It’s been one week since Billy Ray ‘interrupted’ the boys, and they haven’t kept their hands off of each other since. Both boys were having a silent competition. See who could torture the other more.
Mason walked around in only his red pants.
Trace walked around naked.
Mason waited for Trace to walk in on him before starting to wank.
Trace would ‘trip’ and scratch Mason’s back hard enough to draw blood.
Mason bought handcuffs.
Trace bought a whip.
Trace won.
The first time they used it, Mason wasn‘t expecting it. Trace had locked himself in the bathroom for about three hours. Mason didn’t think much of it, just thought he was in the shower because Trace took forever in the shower. He had shut his eyes and was just about to drift off when he first felt the sting of the whip on his bare chest. He opened his eyes and looked over at his boyfriend standing over the bed. Trace was decked out in leather. Leather vest, pants and, oh god, Mason’s favorite, the boots, full blown BDSM and he had never gotten that hard that fast in his life. He was holding the whip in one hand, and something bright red in the other.
“Trace?”
Trace cracked the whip down on Mason’s chest again before walking towards the boy. Once reaching the side of the bed, he dropped the red item onto Mason. Red leather pants and a leather mask.
“Change.”
He turned and faced away from Mason at that point, and he had no idea how Trace was walking on the shag rug in those boots, but at that moment, he really didn’t care. He went to stand up and listened to the springs creak.
“I didn’t say stand.”
Mason swallowed. If Trace kept this up there wouldn’t be enough blood in Mason’s system to keep him breathing. He lay back down and undid the button and zipper of his pants before pushing them past his hips. When he was fully nude, Trace glanced over his shoulder to look at the boy on the bed.
“You may stand.”
Mason got up and pulled on the pants. He had to suppress a laugh because they were red. He reached for the mask, but found that Trace was holding it, and standing in front of him.
“Sit.”
Trace surprisingly gently pulled back Mason’s hair and slipped the mask over the boy’s head. He bent down and kissed Mason through the slit in the mask over Mason’s lips. Trace grinned at the boy before kissing him once more.
“God I wish I knew about this kink of yours earlier…”
Trace kissed the boy again, forcing his tongue into the other’s mouth. Mason had let his eyes fall shut, and when Trace pulled away, Mason opened his eyes, but still couldn’t see anything.
“Trace? What’s go-”
“Shh.”
A slow light started pouring onto one of Mason’s eyes, allowing him to see. It was then that he noticed the metal teeth around the hole. Trace had closed the zippers when they were kissing.
“I can’t let you have all the fun, can I? The safe word is ‘Apple’.”
With that, Trace pulled the zipper, cutting off Mason’s ability to see. He felt Trace’s calloused fingers on his bare chest, pushing him down. As soon as he was lying, he felt Trace stand and walk somewhere else. Hearing a distinct ‘clang’, his heart started to speed up. Feeling the cool touch of metal on his wrist, he heard a dull ‘click’ and felt his hand being drawn up over his head. Warm digits wrapped around his other wrist before pulling that arm up as well. The fingers were soon replaced with the other cuff. Mason pulled slightly and found that the handcuffs were wrapped around the headboard.
Something cold suddenly landed on his chest and trailed down past his scars and to the edge of the pants. A warm tongue lapped away the cold, driving Mason mad. He felt like he was going to explode soon, and they weren’t even doing anything yet. He moaned out when he felt Traces teeth scrape against one of his nipples. Trace’s mouth was gone in an instant, and Mason heard the door open and close.
“……Trace?”
Mason was alone in the room.
Trace really knew just how to get to Mason didn’t he?
In reality, Trace had left the room because he heard someone pounding on the front door. Somehow managing to quickly remove the boots and dropping the whip in the hall, he ran into the bathroom long enough to grab a robe before sprinting to the door. Looking through a window first, he saw his mom and sister.
“Mom? Miley? What are you doing here?”
“What we can’t come see you?”
“Well, a little notice would have been nice…”
“Yeah, so what’s going on where’s Mason? Is dad telling the truth that you‘re screwing?”
“It’s good to see you to Miley. Mom, don’t give her that look, yes, we’re together. Mason’s actually not feeling well, he’s still asleep.”
“Oh, poor thing, what’s wrong?”
“Just a cold I think, he doesn’t have a fever.”
Trace silently thanked whatever side of the family he was able to get his lying abilities from. His mom agreed that Mason should get as must rest as he could, and they both left. Trace turned and walked back to the bedroom. Mason perked up a bit when he felt Trace take off the mask.
“Ugh, it’s fucking hot as balls under that thing. Where’d you go?”
“My mom and Miley showed up for a surprise visit. I told them you weren’t feeling well and they should come back another time.”
Trace gently undid the cuffs and let Mason’s arms down. Gently stroking the slightly bruising skin with his thumb, he brought them to his lips and carefully kissed the lilac marks. Mason smiled before he started laughing. Trace looked at the boy confused, before he was able to take a breath and explain the laughter.
“I love how fast you went from dominating to sentimental.”
Trace looked at the brown-eyed boy before laughing. He trailed one hand down his love’s chest before stopping at the his crotch. Trace widened his eyes when he didn’t feel a bulge.
“Did you think I could see you in those boots and have you whip me and NOT cum?”
“Shower?”
Mason nodded and the two walked into the bathroom. It seemed to become a tradition after that, every time they brought out the leather and whip, they were disturbed.
Family came to visit, Trace’s family, but still family.
Neighbors welcoming them to the neighborhood.
Anthony, whom Mason had finally forgiven.
But their favorite disturbance was always Jehovah’s Witnesses. This was always the same, even if the boys WEREN’T going at it, they would always act as if they were. Mason would open the door, only in boxers, while Trace would be naked behind him, sucking his neck and his hand in the boxers slung low on Mason’s hips. Once, the Witnesses though Trace was a woman, and asked if they were married. They doused them in holy water when learning of Trace being a man, claiming to be ‘curing’ them of the ‘devil within’. Mason just turned his head and licked it from Trace’s lips. They never laughed harder then when they watched the Witnesses run from the house.
Today, the boys are currently in their bathroom. Mason has food poisoning and has decided to spend the day next to the ‘porcelain god’ as he deemed it. Trace came and went, to dab his face with a cool washcloth, small foods to see if Mason could keep them down. So far nothing was settling with him, and it all came back up. Trace finally settled on just sitting next to him, holding his hair and rubbing his back while Mason threw up any foods he had eaten.
“Mace, you’ve been dry heaving for an hour now. Let’s get you to bed and try to get some sleep, okay?”
Trace pushed himself into a standing position and held out his hand. Mason gave a small smile and allowed himself to be pulled up and into Trace’s arms. Trace led to the boy to their room, where she stripped Mason to his boxers and helped him into bed. Lying next to the boy, Trace gathered Mason into his arms and placed a comforting kiss to his temple. Listening to Mason’s breathing even out, he closed his eyes, but didn’t sleep. Just incase Mason were to get sick again.
Trace opened his eyes when he thought Mason said something. He looked down and saw Mason was still asleep. His eyes were closed tightly and he was flushed. He started whimpering, and Trace would have thought Mason was having a nightmare, if he hadn’t started getting hard against his leg.
“Trace, oh God…”
Trace widened his eyes when he realized Mason was in the midst of a wet dream. Half of him wanted to wake the boy, but the other half wanted to see what would become of the dream, and that half won out. Mason started moaning louder and pressed himself closer to Trace.
“Yes, right there, Trace…”
Trace felt his cheeks heat up and wondered just what he was doing to the brown-haired boy in the dream. He suppressed a groan when Mason’s hips started grinding against his own. He knew he’d have to stop Mason soon, or he’d cum into his pants.
“Mason… Mace wake up.”
“Hmmm Trace, oh God yes…”
“Mace, babe, wake up…”
“TRACE!”
Mason yelled out his name and Trace felt Mason’s stomach flex when his orgasm hit. Trace bit his lower lip as he felt himself go over the edge just listening to Mason. Trace took a few deep breaths before trying to wake his love again.
“Mace, baby? You up?”
“… huh? Wha?”
“Feeling any better?”
Mason nodded and snuggled into Trace’s chest. Trace ran a cool hand down his face and smiled when his boyfriend didn’t feel hot.
“So, did you have good dreams?”
Trace chuckled when Mason’s already reddened face grew even darker.
“Oh God, you heard it, didn't you?”
“I wasn’t complaining… so, what were we doing?”
“Well… it started out, we were coming home from a party Ant was having, so we were both a little tipsy. We got home and you threw me onto the couch and bit that spot on my neck.”
“You mean here?”
Trace interrupted Mason with a nip to the alabaster flesh behind the boy’s ear. Mason let out a strangled moan and curled his fingers into Trace’s hair.
“Mmm yeah, right there…”
“So what happened next?”
“So, we started taking off each others clothes…”
Mason slid his hands under Trace’s shirt and pulled the fabric off him before throwing it across the room. Moving his hands down, he undid the button and fly of Trace’s pants before removing the suddenly offensive material. Trace all but tore the boxers off his lover before attacking his neck again.
“What then?”
“Then, you threw me up against the wall, and cuffed my hands together.”
Trace growled and reached into their nightstand, pulling out the handcuffs and locked them around Mason’s wrists.”
“More?”
“Then, you forced my legs apart and rammed into me like there was no tomorrow.”
Trace snarled and positioned himself over Mason. He grabbed one of the boys legs and put it over his shoulder before pushing himself into Mason. Once he was up to the hilt, he had to stop to get used to the tight, intense, heat surrounding him. Closing his eyes, he took a few breaths before pulling out and pushing in again, faster and harder. He opened his eyes and leaned forward to bite at Mason’s already marked neck.
“Break eye contact with me and I’ll stop.”
Trace pulled out and shifted his hips before slamming back in, brushing past Mason’s prostate.
“Trace! Oh yes…”
Trace kept up the rough thrusting, nailing his prostate over and over. Mason’s eyes spilled shut and, with difficulty, Trace stopped until Mason opened his eyes again. Trace grinned and started up once more, loving the tightness of Mason.
“Oh God, Mace, so tight…”
“Trace, right there, harder.”
Trace snapped his hips harder into Mason, feeling his second orgasm on the night coming on. He lifted one hand and wrapped it around Mason’s cock, stroking it with his thrusting. He leaned forward and licked the sweat from the boys collar bone before biting a trail to Mason’s ear. Grabbing the lobe with his teeth, he tugged at it a bit before moaning into Mason’s war.
“Cum for me babe…”
Mason cried out and he came hard onto their chest’s and Trace’s hand with a cry of his name. Trace thrust once, twice before spilling his seed into the boy, riding out his orgasm, Mason's name falling from his lips. He pulled out of Mason and lay nest to him, undoing the cuffs and throwing them on the floor. He held Mason to him, kissing the boy, their tongues lazily dancing together.
“Why’d it take us so long to do that?”
“I don’t know, but it was only a matter of time before I’d have to jump your bones right in front of your family or Ant.”
Trace smiled down at Mason, kissing his temple as the fell asleep.
The boy at the door slowly pulled it shut after the couple passed out. Walking down the stairs, he paused at the front door to remove the tape from over the lock that allowed him in. He was going to need to find a way to thank Miley later on. Smirking and removing the camera from his jacket, he walked up to the Musso’s front door.
Mason, you're as good as dead now.
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WHO EVER CAN GUESS THE PERSON AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER WILL WIN A FABULOUS PRIZE!!
Mason walked around in only his red pants.
Trace walked around naked.
Mason waited for Trace to walk in on him before starting to wank.
Trace would ‘trip’ and scratch Mason’s back hard enough to draw blood.
Mason bought handcuffs.
Trace bought a whip.
Trace won.
The first time they used it, Mason wasn‘t expecting it. Trace had locked himself in the bathroom for about three hours. Mason didn’t think much of it, just thought he was in the shower because Trace took forever in the shower. He had shut his eyes and was just about to drift off when he first felt the sting of the whip on his bare chest. He opened his eyes and looked over at his boyfriend standing over the bed. Trace was decked out in leather. Leather vest, pants and, oh god, Mason’s favorite, the boots, full blown BDSM and he had never gotten that hard that fast in his life. He was holding the whip in one hand, and something bright red in the other.
“Trace?”
Trace cracked the whip down on Mason’s chest again before walking towards the boy. Once reaching the side of the bed, he dropped the red item onto Mason. Red leather pants and a leather mask.
“Change.”
He turned and faced away from Mason at that point, and he had no idea how Trace was walking on the shag rug in those boots, but at that moment, he really didn’t care. He went to stand up and listened to the springs creak.
“I didn’t say stand.”
Mason swallowed. If Trace kept this up there wouldn’t be enough blood in Mason’s system to keep him breathing. He lay back down and undid the button and zipper of his pants before pushing them past his hips. When he was fully nude, Trace glanced over his shoulder to look at the boy on the bed.
“You may stand.”
Mason got up and pulled on the pants. He had to suppress a laugh because they were red. He reached for the mask, but found that Trace was holding it, and standing in front of him.
“Sit.”
Trace surprisingly gently pulled back Mason’s hair and slipped the mask over the boy’s head. He bent down and kissed Mason through the slit in the mask over Mason’s lips. Trace grinned at the boy before kissing him once more.
“God I wish I knew about this kink of yours earlier…”
Trace kissed the boy again, forcing his tongue into the other’s mouth. Mason had let his eyes fall shut, and when Trace pulled away, Mason opened his eyes, but still couldn’t see anything.
“Trace? What’s go-”
“Shh.”
A slow light started pouring onto one of Mason’s eyes, allowing him to see. It was then that he noticed the metal teeth around the hole. Trace had closed the zippers when they were kissing.
“I can’t let you have all the fun, can I? The safe word is ‘Apple’.”
With that, Trace pulled the zipper, cutting off Mason’s ability to see. He felt Trace’s calloused fingers on his bare chest, pushing him down. As soon as he was lying, he felt Trace stand and walk somewhere else. Hearing a distinct ‘clang’, his heart started to speed up. Feeling the cool touch of metal on his wrist, he heard a dull ‘click’ and felt his hand being drawn up over his head. Warm digits wrapped around his other wrist before pulling that arm up as well. The fingers were soon replaced with the other cuff. Mason pulled slightly and found that the handcuffs were wrapped around the headboard.
Something cold suddenly landed on his chest and trailed down past his scars and to the edge of the pants. A warm tongue lapped away the cold, driving Mason mad. He felt like he was going to explode soon, and they weren’t even doing anything yet. He moaned out when he felt Traces teeth scrape against one of his nipples. Trace’s mouth was gone in an instant, and Mason heard the door open and close.
“……Trace?”
Mason was alone in the room.
Trace really knew just how to get to Mason didn’t he?
In reality, Trace had left the room because he heard someone pounding on the front door. Somehow managing to quickly remove the boots and dropping the whip in the hall, he ran into the bathroom long enough to grab a robe before sprinting to the door. Looking through a window first, he saw his mom and sister.
“Mom? Miley? What are you doing here?”
“What we can’t come see you?”
“Well, a little notice would have been nice…”
“Yeah, so what’s going on where’s Mason? Is dad telling the truth that you‘re screwing?”
“It’s good to see you to Miley. Mom, don’t give her that look, yes, we’re together. Mason’s actually not feeling well, he’s still asleep.”
“Oh, poor thing, what’s wrong?”
“Just a cold I think, he doesn’t have a fever.”
Trace silently thanked whatever side of the family he was able to get his lying abilities from. His mom agreed that Mason should get as must rest as he could, and they both left. Trace turned and walked back to the bedroom. Mason perked up a bit when he felt Trace take off the mask.
“Ugh, it’s fucking hot as balls under that thing. Where’d you go?”
“My mom and Miley showed up for a surprise visit. I told them you weren’t feeling well and they should come back another time.”
Trace gently undid the cuffs and let Mason’s arms down. Gently stroking the slightly bruising skin with his thumb, he brought them to his lips and carefully kissed the lilac marks. Mason smiled before he started laughing. Trace looked at the boy confused, before he was able to take a breath and explain the laughter.
“I love how fast you went from dominating to sentimental.”
Trace looked at the brown-eyed boy before laughing. He trailed one hand down his love’s chest before stopping at the his crotch. Trace widened his eyes when he didn’t feel a bulge.
“Did you think I could see you in those boots and have you whip me and NOT cum?”
“Shower?”
Mason nodded and the two walked into the bathroom. It seemed to become a tradition after that, every time they brought out the leather and whip, they were disturbed.
Family came to visit, Trace’s family, but still family.
Neighbors welcoming them to the neighborhood.
Anthony, whom Mason had finally forgiven.
But their favorite disturbance was always Jehovah’s Witnesses. This was always the same, even if the boys WEREN’T going at it, they would always act as if they were. Mason would open the door, only in boxers, while Trace would be naked behind him, sucking his neck and his hand in the boxers slung low on Mason’s hips. Once, the Witnesses though Trace was a woman, and asked if they were married. They doused them in holy water when learning of Trace being a man, claiming to be ‘curing’ them of the ‘devil within’. Mason just turned his head and licked it from Trace’s lips. They never laughed harder then when they watched the Witnesses run from the house.
Today, the boys are currently in their bathroom. Mason has food poisoning and has decided to spend the day next to the ‘porcelain god’ as he deemed it. Trace came and went, to dab his face with a cool washcloth, small foods to see if Mason could keep them down. So far nothing was settling with him, and it all came back up. Trace finally settled on just sitting next to him, holding his hair and rubbing his back while Mason threw up any foods he had eaten.
“Mace, you’ve been dry heaving for an hour now. Let’s get you to bed and try to get some sleep, okay?”
Trace pushed himself into a standing position and held out his hand. Mason gave a small smile and allowed himself to be pulled up and into Trace’s arms. Trace led to the boy to their room, where she stripped Mason to his boxers and helped him into bed. Lying next to the boy, Trace gathered Mason into his arms and placed a comforting kiss to his temple. Listening to Mason’s breathing even out, he closed his eyes, but didn’t sleep. Just incase Mason were to get sick again.
Trace opened his eyes when he thought Mason said something. He looked down and saw Mason was still asleep. His eyes were closed tightly and he was flushed. He started whimpering, and Trace would have thought Mason was having a nightmare, if he hadn’t started getting hard against his leg.
“Trace, oh God…”
Trace widened his eyes when he realized Mason was in the midst of a wet dream. Half of him wanted to wake the boy, but the other half wanted to see what would become of the dream, and that half won out. Mason started moaning louder and pressed himself closer to Trace.
“Yes, right there, Trace…”
Trace felt his cheeks heat up and wondered just what he was doing to the brown-haired boy in the dream. He suppressed a groan when Mason’s hips started grinding against his own. He knew he’d have to stop Mason soon, or he’d cum into his pants.
“Mason… Mace wake up.”
“Hmmm Trace, oh God yes…”
“Mace, babe, wake up…”
“TRACE!”
Mason yelled out his name and Trace felt Mason’s stomach flex when his orgasm hit. Trace bit his lower lip as he felt himself go over the edge just listening to Mason. Trace took a few deep breaths before trying to wake his love again.
“Mace, baby? You up?”
“… huh? Wha?”
“Feeling any better?”
Mason nodded and snuggled into Trace’s chest. Trace ran a cool hand down his face and smiled when his boyfriend didn’t feel hot.
“So, did you have good dreams?”
Trace chuckled when Mason’s already reddened face grew even darker.
“Oh God, you heard it, didn't you?”
“I wasn’t complaining… so, what were we doing?”
“Well… it started out, we were coming home from a party Ant was having, so we were both a little tipsy. We got home and you threw me onto the couch and bit that spot on my neck.”
“You mean here?”
Trace interrupted Mason with a nip to the alabaster flesh behind the boy’s ear. Mason let out a strangled moan and curled his fingers into Trace’s hair.
“Mmm yeah, right there…”
“So what happened next?”
“So, we started taking off each others clothes…”
Mason slid his hands under Trace’s shirt and pulled the fabric off him before throwing it across the room. Moving his hands down, he undid the button and fly of Trace’s pants before removing the suddenly offensive material. Trace all but tore the boxers off his lover before attacking his neck again.
“What then?”
“Then, you threw me up against the wall, and cuffed my hands together.”
Trace growled and reached into their nightstand, pulling out the handcuffs and locked them around Mason’s wrists.”
“More?”
“Then, you forced my legs apart and rammed into me like there was no tomorrow.”
Trace snarled and positioned himself over Mason. He grabbed one of the boys legs and put it over his shoulder before pushing himself into Mason. Once he was up to the hilt, he had to stop to get used to the tight, intense, heat surrounding him. Closing his eyes, he took a few breaths before pulling out and pushing in again, faster and harder. He opened his eyes and leaned forward to bite at Mason’s already marked neck.
“Break eye contact with me and I’ll stop.”
Trace pulled out and shifted his hips before slamming back in, brushing past Mason’s prostate.
“Trace! Oh yes…”
Trace kept up the rough thrusting, nailing his prostate over and over. Mason’s eyes spilled shut and, with difficulty, Trace stopped until Mason opened his eyes again. Trace grinned and started up once more, loving the tightness of Mason.
“Oh God, Mace, so tight…”
“Trace, right there, harder.”
Trace snapped his hips harder into Mason, feeling his second orgasm on the night coming on. He lifted one hand and wrapped it around Mason’s cock, stroking it with his thrusting. He leaned forward and licked the sweat from the boys collar bone before biting a trail to Mason’s ear. Grabbing the lobe with his teeth, he tugged at it a bit before moaning into Mason’s war.
“Cum for me babe…”
Mason cried out and he came hard onto their chest’s and Trace’s hand with a cry of his name. Trace thrust once, twice before spilling his seed into the boy, riding out his orgasm, Mason's name falling from his lips. He pulled out of Mason and lay nest to him, undoing the cuffs and throwing them on the floor. He held Mason to him, kissing the boy, their tongues lazily dancing together.
“Why’d it take us so long to do that?”
“I don’t know, but it was only a matter of time before I’d have to jump your bones right in front of your family or Ant.”
Trace smiled down at Mason, kissing his temple as the fell asleep.
The boy at the door slowly pulled it shut after the couple passed out. Walking down the stairs, he paused at the front door to remove the tape from over the lock that allowed him in. He was going to need to find a way to thank Miley later on. Smirking and removing the camera from his jacket, he walked up to the Musso’s front door.
Mason, you're as good as dead now.
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WHO EVER CAN GUESS THE PERSON AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER WILL WIN A FABULOUS PRIZE!!