(Choking, skull fucking

The arrangement they agreed on could be summarized as such: Jack’s body was Marcus’s to use however he pleased, whenever he pleased. To that end Jack moved into Marcus’s home only a month after their first encounter. Jack loved having his body used and broken in every way imaginable, and some ways not even the serial killer could have imagined. Marcus loved having a willing target for all of his darker urges. That Jack acted as a live-in housekeeper and cook was an extra bonus to all of this. Getting to come home to a hot meal on the table and a hotter ass to fuck was doing wonders for Marcus’s mental state.

Some days Marcus only had to come home with that look in his eyes and Jack would drop whatever he was doing to serve as the other man's stress relief. Today he hadn’t even given Jack time to greet him. Before the door had even clicked closed he was already at the couch, squeezing the man's neck like a stress ball while ramming his cock mercilessly into his ass. It had been a rough day at work. It was a wonder he hadn’t exploded from rage there in the office. “Fucking Brian is always dumping his work on me, and the boss doesn’t even care. Like I don’t fucking have enough to do. And I don’t even know how Jane’s managed to keep this job, probably blowing the boss. Three years and she barely knows how to do her job and of course that’s gotta become my problem, because apparently i’m the office bitch.” he ranted as he unleashed all of his built up frustration on the man beneath him.

He couldn’t tell if Jack could hear him. But that didn’t really matter. Just letting it all out like this was making him feel better all ready. Jack for his part was clearly enjoying it. Drool spilled out from the wide grin he had on his face. His hands wrapped firmly around Marcus’s wrists, keeping them in place. His body's desperate gasps for air clearly weren’t doing anything. Marcus was sure he’d broken something earlier. Marcus finally came but Jack had already lost consciousness, his grip on the larger man's wrist loosening as his eyes rolled back. He pulled away, leaving the now half nude man laying there. A smile still on his face. Marcus zipped his pants back up and waited for Jack to revive.

“Well damn, hello to you too” Marcus looked over from where he’d been watching tv to see Jack awake. “Mm, sorry, rough day…” Marcus wasn’t actually sorry. But then again, Jack wasn’t actually mad, and he knew that. “I do your laundry, I cook your food, and what do you do? Just use me for a quick fuck. I didn’t even get to finish.” Jack continued in faux anger, gesturing to his still erect cock. “No consideration for me at all” He crossed his arms shaking his head in mock shame. Marcus smiled, leaning over to stroke Jack's cock. “I’m so sorry babe…how can I ever make it up to you?” Jack gasped as Marcus began his ministrations. It took him a moment to answer. “Ah..I think..I think I have an idea.”

“You can never have a simple request can you?” Marcus watched as Jack’s eyes blinked back into awareness. His last attempt healing over once more. Jack had asked him to drill a hole into his skull and literally fuck his brains out. Getting a hole in there wasn’t difficult. Marcus had made four already. But Jack had wanted to be conscious for at least a bit of the brain fucking. But every time so far he had either passed out or fully died during the drilling process. Marcus loved the man's ideas, but if he couldn’t get his dick into a hole soon he might just break something. Jack could clearly sense the larger man's frustration.

“One more try? Please? If I black out again just fuck me anyway and i’ll figure something out later...” Marcus sighed when Jack turned those big, pleading eyes on him. How could he say no to this face? He held Jack’s head in place with one hand and brought the drill up to the smaller man's forehead once more. Miraculously Jack stayed awake. His breathing labored, but still going. Perhaps the fifth time was the charm. Marcus set the drill aside slowly. Like sudden movement could jinx them and undo all their progress. He cupped Jack’s face, watching the blood running down it from the new hole. Right now it definitely wasn’t big enough for his cock. Bringing up a hand he pulled at the edges of the opening. Relieved when it easily gave way. Should a human skull be so fragile? Marcus had always been strong, stronger than anyone else around him. Even as a child. Perhaps Jack wasn’t the only one here with special abilities.

A groan from the man beneath him shook him from his thoughts. Marcus would dwell on that later. Right now, he had a skull to fuck. He firmly held the other man's head in place as he brought his cock up to the hole. He groaned as he pushed in, feeling the strange sensation of the man’s brain on his cock. Beneath him Jack let out a low ‘aaaahhh’ as the organ was penetrated. “Fffuck Jack…So good..you enjoying yourself down there?” He’d better be, after all the trouble they’d gone through to get to this point. At first Jack only moaned to the rhythm of Marcus’s thrusts. When he did finally speak…”Throw a cheese..ahh..wanna please to Monday…” Marcus couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from him. How could he after that complete nonsense left Jack's lips. Jack giggled along as well. Clearly he was enjoying himself

Jack was gone by the time Marcus unleashed his load in the man's skull. He pulled away satisfied. A string of blood, brain matter, and cum connected his cock to the hole. He had to admit, this was worth the trouble. Blood streamed down the middle of Jack’s face. His eyes had gone off in totally different directions and he still held a slack jawed smile on his face. The sight brought another chuckled bubbling from Marcus’s chest. Quickly he snapped a photo, knowing the other would love to see it later. Marcus watched as the wound closed and life returned to Jack's eyes. “I hope you liked that because next time I’m only drilling once..” Jack blinked at him with an odd expression. When he spoke his voice was slurred and unsure, “I think….I still have cum in my head…Marcus.. I think I'm gonna need a new head…” Welp. In hindsight they should’ve foreseen this issue. But it was no matter. Marcus led the stumbling man over to the blades. A quick beheading and Jack would be right as rain. Perhaps then they’d explore other areas to make holes.