(anal destruction, head destruction, knife play, orgasm denial, jacks creative interpretations of what makes for a good dildo)

Marcus had quite an impressive collection of weapons. The walls of his basement were lined with everything from medieval style clubs and swords, to more modern weaponry. He was very proud of this collection. And very protective. They used many of them during sex, but Jack was expressly forbidden from touching anything without Marcus’s say so. The warnings rattled around in Jack's head as he gazed into a display. Some kind of Japanese club, the name of which he couldn’t remember. Curious fingers traced along the metal spikes. What Marcus didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. Right?

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The first thing Marcus noticed when he walked through his door was the smell of burning. It didn’t take long to find the source. Something in the oven that was well past over cooked. Panicking he hurried over, turning off the oven and yanking out what was presumably dinner. With the smoking lump of coal sitting on the stove top Marcus’s head swiveled around. Searching for his live-in-boyfriend. “Jack??”, he couldn’t help the fear welling in him. Had something happened to the man? Was he snatched away by some shady government agency? A serial killer who wasn’t Marcus? Had he simply decided to leave for good?

“Jack!” From the basement door he finally heard something. A strained voice calling his name. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he had to take a moment to register what he was seeing. Jack was on the floor, face down and ass up. Blood was pouring down the man's legs. Sticking out from between his cheeks was..“Is that my tetsubo?” Jack had the sense to at least pretend to be ashamed. “Ah..I..I wanted to see if it would fit” ,he grimaced, looking away again. His voice came out as a squeak. “It fit!....but now I can’t get it out…and I can’t move…help”

Marcus approached at last with a frown. But he didn’t pull the tetsubo out. Not yet. He knelt in front of Jack with a stern look. “Jack..what did I say about touching my collection?” Jack didn’t meet his eyes. But he couldn’t keep the smile at bay. He didn’t feel bad at all. “Um…don’t?” Marcus hummed out an ‘mhm’. “I just got..curious you know?..and I figured I'd have it out and washed off before you got home and everything would be okay?” He grunted, “hey can we have this conversation after we pull the ancient baseball bat out of my ass? I think the nerves in my legs have actually given up on me.”

Jack didn’t see how Marcus’s eyes narrowed, nor the twist of his lips. Marcus walked behind Jack and with a yank pulled the club out of the smaller man's ass. Pulling with it a bloody mess of mangled flesh. “Oh thank fuck.” Jack laid down fully on the floor now while he waited for his body to heal. “I think I'm just gonna..stay here a minute.” Marcus tore his gaze away from Jack to look over the tetsubo. It was covered in blood and viscera. Even if he cleaned it now there was no way it was going to come out of this the same. His grip tightened on the handle as his eyes returned to the man still talking on the floor. “Oh yeah I had a meatloaf in the oven. Probably cooked to shit by now, we may have to order out. I’m thinking–”

Whatever it was that Jack was thinking was cut short when Marcus brought the club down on the man's head. Bits of skull and brain matter lay where it once was. One eye had managed to survive the blow and was floating in a puddle of blood. Setting the weapon to the side for now Marcus lifted up Jack’s body, hefting it on his shoulders. On his way to the stairs he grabbed some rope. He knew roughly how long it took Jack’s body to grow a new head. For what he had planned he had to hurry. Marcus had one rule for the man, and Jack was about to see the consequences for breaking it.

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Jack awoke, confused. This was not new for him and so he did not panic. Not right away. He could see the ceiling of their bedroom. He could have sworn he was in the basement. It didn’t take long for his brain to come to the conclusion that Marcus must have carried him here. But his memory was still in that foggy zone. What had he been doing again? While he pondered that he tried sitting up, and was surprised when he could not. Looking himself over he could see the issue. Rope around his wrists and ankles bound him to the bed. His clothes were gone as well. While he was wondering what sort of kinky fun Marcus had set up, the other man entered the bedroom at last. Carrying a small box

“Well hey there handsome, you know if you wanted me in your bed all you had to do was ask.” To Jack’s confusion Marcus didn’t answer right away. He set the box down on the bedside table. No matter how Jack strained his neck he couldn’t see the contents. Marcus was turned away from him now, slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. Jack couldn’t bear the silence anymore. “Are you still mad about your tats–..your..tet..sobu..? C’mon man. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Oh believe me..” Marcus finally spoke. Now unclothed he leaned over Jack with a menacing smile. “You will be by the time I'm through with you.” Without another word he brought a hand to stroke Jack cock. His tongue grazed along Jack's nipples and he gasped. Jack could feel his lips smiling at this. After all this time Marcus knew Jack’s body inside and out, quite literally, and it wasn’t long before Jack was squirming under his hands. “If this…ah..if this is the punishment..i’m definitely doing it again.”

Marcus pulled away, chuckling. “No no. This isn’t the punishment.” He reached into the box, pulling out something Jack couldn’t see. “This is.” Marcus’s hand moved down to Jack's cock again, but this time Jack felt him slip something onto it. When he craned his neck to see what it was he paled. “Is that …” There was no need to ask. That was a cock ring no doubt about it. Marcus leaned in close with a smirk. Kissing along Jack’s neck until he reached his ear. “You’re not cumming until you’ve learned your lesson.” Marcus pulled away again. But this time Jack felt him lift up his hips. He gulped when he felt the tip of Marcus’s cock as he lined himself up.

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Jack was already a whimpering mess by the time Marcus finished in him. The man's face was red and sweaty now. He writhed under the larger man, desperately pulling on his bonds. He whined when Marcus pulled out. “Don’t worry, our fun isn’t over yet.” Marcus leaned over to the bedside table. Pulling from the box a vibrator and a knife. He turned on the vibrator and slowly pushed it into the man's cum filled ass, relishing in the noises falling from the other’s lips. He left the toy where it was, watching Jack squirm with a smile. With the knife he began making cuts along Jack’s body. He knew just how deep to cut to give Jack that wonderful pain he loved, while at the same time making them small enough to heal nearly instantly. Jack's cries of want and desperation were music to his ears.

“M-marcus please! Oh god please!” Marcus didn’t acknowledge him, simply making another cut. “I’m sorry I'm sorry! I p-promise I'll never touch your stuff again just..agh..please!” Tears were rolling down his pale cheeks now. Senseless apologies and pleas for release were the only thing falling from his lips. Marcus hummed in satisfaction, placing the knife back into the box. Slowly he pulled the ring off and began pumping the throbbing length with his hand. “Good good, I know we won’t have any more issues with this. Will we?” Jack nodded, barely able to form a coherent word anymore. “Yes-no! We won’t, I won’t, oh god!” Jack came at last with a cry that was more relief than orgasm. Marcus moved up to the head of the bed. He pulled the still crying man in for a kiss who returned the gesture eagerly, mumbling words of love through his tears. “M..Marcus? You uh..you left the vibrator in…” Jack somehow managed to speak between gasps. Marcus grinned, bringing a hand back down to stroke at Jack’s cock once more. “I know… was one orgasm really enough after all of that? I’m sure you got more in you.” He trailed kisses along Jack's neck, feeling how the man's cock was already becoming hard again. “Now I'm going to make you come until you have nothing left” The sob that left Jack’s lips was beautiful.