Apollo complies, but Marcus starts shucking his clothes as well, and I can't believe what I'm seeing. I know I should leave the room, but I can't seem to stop watching as their bodies are revealed. One bulkier than the other but no less fit. With each article of clothing that drops, my interest doubles. Besides, I’m curious— I haven't thought of the scenario of Marcus being in charge of Apollo. Though it should have probably crossed my mind after all the times he was the one to direct what went on during our captivity.
My attention is firmly back in the present by the time Apollo is completely naked, but I get distracted from the scene they're obviously playing out as my eyes catch on the tattoo on Apollo's chest. The same one that matches all of our brands. From there I trail up to take in his aquiline features and ruddy, clean-cut hair. His eyes aren't as clear in the feed, not the deep blue I know them to be.
I'm drawn back to the bed, done in all black on its wooden frame with sturdy-looking spindles, as Marcus ushers Apollo to face it. He reaches up and presses between his shoulder blades, directing him to bend over the padded footboard. Apollo is too tall for that to work very well— he has to spread his stance quite wide to touch his chest to the mattress, leaving his rear high and exposed.
When he's in position, Marcus attaches fabric cuffs to his wrists, pulling them taut and securing the leads to metal rings attached at the base of the posts. I notice that Apollo's length is already half-hard, completely exposed and hairless, bobbing in the air underneath his bent frame. Marcus is in much the same condition, his erection fuller, but as I've also seen him fully engorged, I know he's not completely hard yet. Again, I consider leaving them to their privacy, but then I remember his explanation of playing hard to get and wonder if this is another part of it. Plus, Braeden all but admitted him and Apollo had caught the show on the couch last night from this very room.
Conscience soothed, I continue to observe as Marcus leaves Apollo in his partially bound state, stepping back to grab something from a shelf or maybe a dresser. I can't quite tell as it's on the edge of the camera’s view, and I'm too interested in the men to bother looking for the correct feed. He goes in the other direction, crossing the feed, and comes back with a folding table. Setting it up, he proceeds to lay out his supplies.
"Do you want to know what your punishment is going to be, Apollo?" Apollo shakes his head, not answering out loud, and Marcus brings out a bottle of what I recognize to be lubricant and tips it over Apollo's ass-crack. "I know how much you dislike it if that gives you a hint." Apollo groans and I figure he knows exactly what Marcus is up to.
"Yes, that. That's what we are going to do, and then I'll give my master what he really wants." Apollo shivers in what looks like anticipation if the goosebumps climbing his skin and tensing muscles are any indication. Marcus picks up little circles off the table, and when he rolls them out over his digits, I realize they're tiny condoms.
Marcus doesn't waste any time spreading the lubrication between Apollo's ass cheeks before inserting two of his thick fingers. Apollo grunts and arches his back, no sign of resistance. Instead, he seems to push back slightly against the invading appendages. I watch for several long minutes, getting more and more worked up until Apollo bites the bedspread and ejaculates in weak spurts without ever having his dick touched.
Did he just milk him? Of course, I've heard of it being done, but I’ve never seen it.
Marcus pulls his fingers out, and after removing the little condoms and putting them on the tray, releases Apollo's bindings. He pulls him upright against his chest. Standing as they are— I'm able to admire the beautiful picture of sensuality they make with Apollo's dusky skin against Marcus' paler complexion. But Marcus isn't done with Apollo just yet.
"If she was here, what would you tell her?" Marcus demands. Is he talking about me?
Apollo doesn't answer, and in retaliation, Marcus roughly pinches his nipples, causing his head to fall back onto Marcus's shoulder. As he arches his back, his forehead creases, while his lips are twisted into a mix of pleasure and pain.
"Since that seems to be too hard to answer, what would you do if she was here right now with us?"
Apollo moans but still doesn't answer.
Marcus sets his teeth into the side of Apollo’s neck and keeps asking questions— giving love bites to his neck or tweaking his nipples with each question that goes unanswered.
"Would you lick her? Fuck her? Or would you put her between us to take her at the same time?" Marcus slips a hand between his captive’s legs and gives his balls a firm tug.
At the last one, Apollo groans out, "Yes!" I'm so turned on that I consider doing something that I normally wouldn't in someone else's space. But I lose the argument with myself when Marcus pushes Apollo, face in full view of the camera, back onto the bed and lines his enormous erection up with Apollo's entrance.
I've never imagined Apollo being the catcher in their dynamic, being dominated by Marcus with that oversized dick. Despite my surprise, it's obviously something that they've done often enough as Marcus doesn't give him any further prep, pressing the big mushroom tip of his dick against Apollo's lubricated and freshly-loosened hole. When it breaches that ring of muscle, Apollo hisses in a breath, his face contorted. Marcus slowly but steadily pushes up into him until Apollo's ass is fully impaled on his fat dick.
At this point, Marcus pulls him back into a standing position, and with the bit of height difference Apollo actually has to push down somewhat to keep Marcus seated.
Marcus changes positions to be full-frontal— affording me a direct view of the tryst. Still seated inside Apollo, he turns and sits on the bed, hooking Apollo's legs over his own thighs.
By now I have my hand firmly in my pants, stroking my own wetness while I watch Marcus continue to direct Apollo on the screen.
"Ride me," he demands as he lays back on the bed. "Ride me while you tell me everything you want to tell her." Apollo tips forward enough to gain leverage with his feet just barely touching the floor and begins roughly impaling himself over and over on Marcus' length. Regardless of Marcus' orders, he still doesn't speak, and when he reaches down to stroke his own hardness, Marcus grabs his hips and shoves up into him sharply, causing Apollo to cry out and grip the footboard between their splayed thighs.
"Not yet, you don't. You have to tell me— if she were here, would you tell her that you want her?"
"Yes," Apollo admits, finally speaking.
"That you need her?" Marcus is relentless.
"Yes, yes!" Apollo is growing frustrated, snapping his answers out at Marcus, and I kind of feel bad for him.
"Would you tell her that you want her forever and want her to be with us?" Marcus circles his hips while holding Apollo down tightly to him.
"Yes. Fuck, Marcus, please let me come already," Apollo growls out between gritted teeth. The strain is clear on both their faces.
"No, not until you say it." He's firm on his order, and Apollo's expression turns fierce.
"What do you want from me? Do you want me to admit that I'm in love with her? That I want to make everything better for her and to make her happy for the rest of her life? That I want her to take my fucked-up soul and make it whole again? That she's everything that I could want, and with her by both our sides I would be complete?" As Marcus’ unique methods drag out Apollo's tortured confession, my eyes turn prickly and wet with tears.