Mac looks up as one of the bitches next to him murmurs approvingly. Bitch is looking over at the door. Mac follows her gaze and see's the man stepping through the entrance. He is tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a cap that shadows what Mac knows are hazel eyes as he stands just inside the entrance and sweeps the room visually. Mac curses to himself as he doesn't look away quickly enough and they lock eyes. Or at least he thought they did. Shane's eyes skim over his however leaving Mac unsure if he'd even looked at him. He finds himself uncertain which just pisses him off causing him to snap at the bitch hanging all over him. Fucking cunts can't give him any personal space. Knowing that tone of voice however the two hanging around him step back and look at each other. But they don't move away. None of them ever do. But he knows they have limits he can't push. Which is why he'd been in a good mood this past month, he'd pushed those limits on the man standing in the entryway and he'd been able to take it. Not only had he taken it, he'd asked for, begged for more. Mac wonders what the fuck he is doing here tonight. But he ignores him beyond the look, or makes like he does. He comments about the law slumming and Harley winces and he glances at Shane again before he continues his shot. He keeps an eye out however and makes sure he sends Harley for more drinks.
He realises what a fucking cock-up that was then Harley drags Shane back with him from the bar. Fuck he thinks. He ignores Harley as he introduces him and ignores the hand Shane puts out. He lets it hang there for a minute waiting for Mac to take it but he doesn't leaning over the table and taking his shot instead. Harley jumps in but Shane laughs it off saying he knows some men don't like to be touched by the long arm of the law anyway, freaks 'em out he says. This causes Mac's ears to burn in humiliation. Fucker was making out like he was afraid of him. He wondered what they'd all think if they knew what was carved in the fucking pig's flesh under his clothes. They'd know Mac wasn't afraid to touch him then. Fucking cunts desert him for the pig and he lets them drape themselves all over him like he's fucking used to it. And Mac thinks he probably is, there is no denying he's a fine-looking man. At least with his clothes on. He snorts to himself as he takes a hit of chaw only tuning into the conversation when he hears his name mentioned again. Harley is mentioning that they're neighbours. Fucking fuckwit. Mac nearly smashes his pool cue in his face for mentioning that. But he restrains himself as he catches his father's eye. Old man knows something is going on with him but not what. And fucked if Mac is going to tell him this shit. He remembers how Walter treated those two fags who'd been down here on business a few years back. He continues to play pool ignoring the conversation for the most part until he finds himself paired up with Shane for the next game. Fuck.
Scrubbing his hands over his face he lets go of the cue as Shane takes it to break. Big mistake to stand behind the man. It brought back memories of fucking him that made his cock jump in his jeans. He takes the cue waiting to make his shot and when he does Shane leans over him looking along the cue as if to approve his shot. Before Mac can say or do anything he is gone telling him it's a good shot. He breathes a few times waiting for himself to settle knowing he's losing the battle when the man moves into his vision pressing his thighs on the table, his cock directly in his line of sight. Mac can't help staring at it as he takes his shot. It's blind luck that he makes it. He has his next go shooting before Shane can fuck with him. And the next before he misses again. Handing the cue to Harley he leans back on the wall hooking his fingers around his long neck. He hooks a thumb in a belt loop and pushes out his hips as he puts one foot on the wall behind him. Classic fucking hooker pose he thinks feeling ten kinds of stupid. But he's testing the water. He stays away from the conversation and growls at the one bitch who thinks it's an invitation for her. He ignores the voice telling him to calm the fuck down and he watches Shane like the predator he is.
He is ignored until its Shane's turn to shoot. He takes the cue and puts some chalk on it. And looking over at Mac he blows on the stick. Fucker is all Mac can think. Now he knows he's being fucked with. He narrows his eyes as he finishes his drink. He nearly walks then and there but decides to wait until the end of the game. He ignores Shane now though as he knows or thinks he knows what he's after. As the game finishes though he is surprised that Shane takes his leave of them first, and quickly. He pays his tab while Mac watches and is out the door sliding through the drunks without a ripple. Mac frowns after him and brushes off the bitches that come slinking back now he's gone.
Refusing to acknowledge that he's disappointed Shane didn't stick around despite the fact that he never spoke to him Mac continues to while away his usual Friday night.
He closes the place down like always and finds himself cursing his old man as he walks to his truck. He opens the door and puts one step on the running board when the leg he still had on the ground jolts and gives way on him. He finds himself on the ground twitching as electricity shoots through hm. His last thought before he passes out is that he's in for some payback.
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Shane rolls out from under Mac's truck and quickly duct tapes his hands behind his back before slapping some tape over his mouth. He doesn't expect Mac to wake with the voltage he'd shot him with but it was better safe than sorry. He picks Mac up tossing him in the cab of his pick-up and gets in himself shoving the keys in the ignition as he starts it. He takes off his cap so no one can tell his silhouette is not Mac as he drives out of the lot. He drives home past Mac's place. He'd check on the dog first thing in the morning if he needed to. He drives to his place and into the garage. He pulls the truck in and gets out switching off the engine and closing the garage door behind him. He'd had it closed for the past four weeks saying to the Sheriff it kept the dust out for when he worked out. He knew that had gotten around the town. It was normal for the door to be shut now. Leaving the truck lights on Shane opens the passenger door and drags Mac out not being overly gentle. Leaving him in a heap on the floor he goes to light the lanterns he'd put on the bench earlier in the week. He looks at everything spread out there for him. He'll be a lot more gentle on Mac than Mac was on him he thinks. For the most part.
Grabbing the cuffs he'd attached to chains Shane moved back to Mac. He sliced through the duct tape on his wrists tearing it off before he cuffed Mac this time in front. Then he grabbed the chain between the cuffs and pulled, dragging Mac to the pulley he'd rigged up. Slipping the cuffs over the hook he'd set up he started pulling. And Mac began to rise. Shane pulled until Mac was on his feet, stretched but able to stand. Securing the pulley Shane then slides the same block of wood Mac had used on him between Mac's feet. He'd found it thrown carelessly in the shed as Mac had left that night. He unlaced Mac's boots and took them off along with his socks and then he manacled Mac's ankles to the wood so like Mac had done to Shane his legs were spread by the wood, Mac couldn't close them. But given the position he was in he could move them so Shane then tethered Mac's ankles with rope and tied this to some of the machinery in the shed, anchoring him down. A little primitive but it would do. He needed Mac to be still for some of what he'd planned.
Now the fun part. Shane grabbed the shears he'd found and clicking them a couple of times he cut Mac's clothing off him. Letting it fall as it left his body. Standing back Shane forced himself to look at the man he was going to violate in return for his humiliation. He remembered Mac had not known what the prostate was. Well Shane was going to introduce him to it in spades by the time he was done with him. But for the moment he just looked. The man was prime. Hard, work-toughened body, not a gym body like his. Callused hands, nicotine stained fingers. Gorgeous cheekbones and that fucking mole on his upper lip. He had more tattoos as well. Name on his chest and his right forearm. A snake on his thigh that was very appropriate. And when Shane looked at his back he saw the other tattoo, a professional one this time, and well done. Looking closer he realised it was actually two separate tattoos. An angel and a devil. And another devil on his inner right bicep. The man was full of surprises.
Shaking his head and feeling regret with a nice dose of anticipation for the havoc and humiliation he's about to cause Shane picked up the fence slat he'd set on the bench and stepping to the side he swung it at Mac, smacking him on the meatiest part of his arse.
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Mac wakes as his arse catches fire. He curses as it's smacked again. And again. He tries to move but can't. He yanks trying to move his hands going crazy when he realises they're handcuffed above his head. He looks around him and sees his truck parked just inside the entrance of the garage. It takes him several minutes to clear the fog the stun gun had given his brain. Several minutes as something repeatedly smacks the shit out of his arse. "Fucking kill you!" They're the first words he speaks. He hasn't seen who it is but he knows, he fucking knows. "Should have killed you after I finished fucking you." His next words cause a pause in his spanking. He hangs his head at the thought that he is being spanked like a naughty boy. Mac was no boy. His rage began to outweigh his fear at being tied up. He was being humiliated exactly as he'd humiliated Shane. "Fucker." He speaks with venom this time. A soft laugh is his only answer before he is smacked again. This time on his back. Harder than before. His body jerks and tries to curl in on itself in defense but he can't move. He sees the same fucking block of wood he'd used on Shane between his legs and the thought of that make his skin crawl. He feels his balls draw up and his cock try to hide. Whatever he'd been hit with clatters on the bench top. And the man moves into the light. He sits down straddling the chair he'd put in front of Mac and folds his arms across the back of it.
"How you doin' boy?" His words are soft and concerned but the unholy amusement in his eyes tells another story. Again Mac feels his balls and cock try to draw up and hide. The fucker notices of course. "Now that ain't gonna do any good you know. Turnabout is fair play don't you think boy?" Mac narrows his eyes at Shane who looks at his cock steadily.
"Not your boy." His words are firm and cold and vicious. But they don't scare Shane.
Merely raising a brow he looks up at Mac and says "Like I'm not your bitch I guess?" He pats his left flank as he says this and Mac breaks out in goose bumps. His mind wheels around and around trying to find a way out of his but there is none. He had caused this situation and now he was reaping the consequences of his actions. Hanging his head he breathes through his fear. Fucked if he was going to beg or yell like a fucking girl. Not like the fucker in front of him had.
"You misunderstand me boy, I'm not going to hurt you." The laugh comes at the end of the words followed by, "For the most part anyway." Mac doesn't know why but that scares him more than anything. "Pleasure or pain, pain or pleasure? Or both? Hmm…." Shane's words trail off as he stands up. Mac can see he's half hard himself and the thought that he might end up with an arse of that cock he'd felt a month ago has his balls filling and his cock jerking. Of course the fucker sees that. He steps around the chair and before Mac can even try to move he grips his neck tightly and his other hand meanders down Mac's body, strokes his neck, over his collarbone, through his chest hair, traces his tattoo and flicks his nipple causing his eyes to roll a little before he regains controls of himself.
The fingers scratch lightly down his sternum, dip in his navel and tickle across his hip causing him to try to flinch away before they glide through his pubic hair and brush the length of his cock. The time they'd taken to reach their goal had made him hard. He tried to will himself soft but couldn't. The fingers were lightly brushing him, barely there, they rolled his foreskin up and over his head and his eyes did roll this time. Fuck, how could a fucker who is cut know someone who wasn't would like that? He jerks trying to move away from the touch as much as he wanted it he couldn't take it. But Shane has him caught.
"You are my boy you know, and you'll carry my name in more ways than one before we're finished here." His fingers suddenly clench down on Mac's cock harshly wringing a groan from him. He is shamed that it is a groan of pleasure. "Oh you liked that didn't you boy? You like pain don't you? Giving as well as receiving. That is interesting. Very interesting." The fingers gentle on him and coax him back to hardness. Mac finds his body betraying him trying to move toward the fingers this time. Like he'd made Shane do when he'd had him at his mercy. Humiliating him with pleasure.
"Fucking cocksucker." He says and Shane steps back before he cracks his palm across Mac's face causing his head to jerk back. His face feels like it's on fire and he feels his fucking traitorous cock jump and pre-come leak from it. Shane laughs at him. He fucking laughs at him. "Gonna fucking get you back for this you cocksucker, gonna make you pay." His words fall from his lips without him realising.
"Oh I hope you'll try boy, I hope you'll try." Mac hangs his head as Shane moves away. He hears him moving and doing something behind him but can't turn to see what. His mind flits around as he again tries to find a way out. And it is in doing that, that he realises what Shane had said before He was going to carry his name in more ways than one.
"Fucker, you looked up my file. That's illegal you know." Shane merely snorts behind him.
"So call a cop." He says with a laugh. Coming back to the front of Mac he's holding a blow torch and something Mac can't work out. It looks like a…his mind screams at him as Shane flicks on the blow torch and starts running it over the other end. The end Shane is holding is protected from the heat so he can continue to hold it. Mac struggles impotently against his bonds, his wrists feel slick and it is only glancing up that he sees they're bloody. His ankles are bleeding as well from where they've dug into the wood. Shane watches him in amusement. Mac finds his eyes caught with Shane's hazel ones.
Fuck he thinks. But he doesn't give up, Mac doesn't have a bone in him that will allow him to give up. He watches Shane watching him and he starts to struggle again.
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Beautiful Shane thinks. He is beautiful like a caged animal that walks the same path day after day looking for a way out, never giving up. Shane continues to heat the first brand. They had taken him a long time to fashion correctly as they needed to be shaped backwards so they would be readable to others when they saw them. He had two, just like Mac had carved two words into his flesh, he would put two brands on Mac. His name and another word that was just as demeaning as the one Mac had put on him. "So your full first name is your mother's maiden name, it's a nice tradition, I like it. And kinda appropriate given that its my name too now ain't it?" Shane watches him stop struggling as he speaks. Beautiful he thinks again.
Without warning he flicks off the blow torch and presses the first brand into Mac's flank on the right side mimicking where Mac had cut his name into Shane. Shane's eyebrows raise as Mac merely clenches his teeth at the burn that had to be ferocious and hisses out a breath as he continues to look at Shane. There is death in his eyes. But Shane isn't afraid. He doesn't want to tame this one, he doesn't want to break him, he wants to stand beside him as an equal. And to do that he needs to get on his level before he can bring Mac up to his own. Shaking his head at his stupid musings Shane pulls the brand away leaving scorched scarred skin in its place. He tosses the brand down not needing it anymore. Then he picks up the second one and flicks the torch on again and starts to heat it.
"Trying to make me love you?" The question is breathless because no matter what Mac didn't display he was in pain. Shane raises an eyebrow at the question. And then he lowers his gaze. Mac is rock hard and pre-come is leaking copiously from his cock now. It is dripping on the floor steadily. Flicking off the blow torch Shane walks back to the bench putting it down along with the partially heated brand. He grabs something else instead.
"You like pain then do you boy?" He strokes what he has in his hand over Mac's face causing him to jerk back away from it trying to see what it is. But he refuses to look down as Shane trails it down his chest. He wonders briefly at the name on Mac's chest before he presses the object directly on Mac's nipple causing him to flinch and his cock to jump. Shane smiles as Mac draws back his head and spits in his face. The spittle lands on his cheekbone and slides down dropping off his chin to land on his shirt. "Oh pup, you really like pain don't you? Don't you worry baby, Shane is gonna take really good care of you, get you where you need to be, give you all kinds of pleasure." He sees Mac shudder at his words and smiles before he takes the object in his hand and clamps it on Mac's nipple following up with clamping the other nipple as well. The chain dangling between the clamps has a weight on it and every time Mac moves, the chain moves causing bolts of sensation to move down his body to his groin. "Think we'll wait for that burn to settle a bit before we do the second one, let's have some fun in the meantime though, you with me boy?"
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Inhaling deeply Mac tries again to break free of his bonds. But Shane has immobilized him completely. His wrists are bleeding freely and his ankles have started to as well. The blood from Mac's wrists is slowly running down his arms. He looks down at the clamps Shane has put on his nipples. They've turned a deep cherry colour and they're stinging like shit. Mac refuses to recognise his cock is enjoying it. His right side is on fire, the burn radiating heat like nothing he has ever felt. What he's feeling now tops even what he'd done to Shane. Except for taking life that is. Mac thought that was the greatest aphrodisiac. Shane however was teaching him the error of his ways. Mac was beginning to think Shane was his greatest aphrodisiac, except not him doing Shane, Shane doing him. He was trembling in pained pleasure.
Yet he'd be fucked if he'd ask for more. Mac bowed to no man, not anymore. But his mind wheeled endlessly trying to figure out how to turn this to his advantage. He could, he could maybe force Shane to give him more? He knew there was a second brand, could he make Shane give him more than that even? Feeling the pain of the spanking Shane had dealt him Mac feels his backside twitch with the anticipation of Shane fucking him. He hung his head making like he was afraid but in reality trying to figure out how to get more. He sees Shane's boots come into his range of vision but doesn't look up. Then Shane lifts his chin with a hand until Mac's eyes meet his. He is surprised when Shane strokes a hand over his cheekbone, he unconsciously leans into the touch before realising what he was doing and jerking back. But it is too late. Shane had felt that pressure of him leaning. A smile blooms across his face, a face Mac wants to smash to smithereens and fuck in equal measure.
There is no way out of this Mac realises. Shane will keep him here. He has days. Harley had mentioned him having a long weekend. Who knew how long Shane was planning to keep him? Walter, the only person who would look even remotely like missing Mac wouldn't be bothered by not hearing from him until his cooking orders had backed up.
But he won't give, Shane will have to kill him first. As he swears that to himself Shane leans in and kisses him on the lips. Mac opens his mouth under Shane's without even thinking about it, inviting him in. Shane's tongue winds into Mac's mouth and Mac clamps his teeth down on it drawing blood. Instead of trying to get away Shane pushes his tongue in further and one of his hands grabs Mac by the back of the neck and pulls his hair. The other hand however reaches for the chain attached to the clamps and pulls on it. Mac breaks away with a gasp unable to stop his reaction. His cock jumps madly and pre-come drips steadily from him now. Shane chuckles as he hawks and spits a globule of blood on the floor. He wipes his face as he looks at Mac. "Think you're the only one who likes pain boy?"
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Shaking his head Shane looks down at Mac's cock. It is purple, the veins standing out on it are even darker. It has not had a touch on it but it looks on the verge of exploding in orgasm. The foreskin has drawn back exposing the head. "Beautiful." He says again. He is tempted to touch it but knows Mac will go off like a rocket and he's determined that Mac will, if not beg then at least ask or even demand to be touched. And then and only then Shane will think about touching him.
Heading back to the bench Shane takes up the blow torch and the second brand again. He starts heating it as he moves to stand at Mac's left side this time. "You know I don't have a problem with you carving your name into my flesh when I really think about it. Kinda surprises me that I don't but there you have it. But," He stops heating the brand for a second to level Mac with a look before continuing, "I have a real problem with being your bitch. Don't appreciate that at all." So saying he finishes heating the second brand and presses it directly onto Mac's skin, again mimicking the position of the second word Mac had carved on his body. "You might have made me your bitch, but I just made you my boy. And since you like pain so much I might just add to that…boy." He pulls the brand away and tosses it as well. Taking the blow torch back to the bench Shane simply rests his palms on it for a few minutes. He knows Mac can't see him at present and let's himself go breathing deeply trying to centre himself.
This man was fucking psychotic he thought. He'd used and abused Shane, he'd carved his name literally into Shane's flesh. And when Shane had decided turnabout was fair play he'd expected Mac to have the same reactions he'd had. But he didn't. Apart from the usual threats at the beginning he'd been mostly silent, no screams, no yells. Only that question 'are you trying to make me love you?' What kind of fucked up question was that anyway? And was he trying to make Mac love him through pain? How fucked up was he? Hearing movement behind him Shane turns and sees Mac trying to turn around to see him, he was looking for Shane. Shane raised his eyebrows as he watched Mac without a word or a sound tried to move around and see Shane. He wondered what was in Mac's eyes now but knew they'd be closed to him if he moved around to look into them. They were not going to give to each other, or at least Mac was not going to give to him he thought.
Palming his cock Shane takes up the oil Mac had used on him. He undoes his pants and pulls out his cock gliding the oil on it. Then he walks back to Mac who had stilled when he heard Shane start moving again. He grabs Mac by the hips avoiding the burns and slides his cock between his arse cheeks. Mac inhales sharply and his body tenses but that is all. Shane slides between Mac's cheeks several times before he stops and then lines himself up before beginning to force his way inside Mac's anus. The chains rattle as Mac tenses even more. He breathes shallowly as his head hangs back and by accident ends up on Shane's shoulder. Shane is shocked that Mac doesn't' move it when he realises where it is resting. He keeps forcing his cock inside, inch by inch until he is fully seated in Mac's backside. Leaning over Mac's other shoulder he looks down at his cock with a grin. "Hmm, that looks good enough to eat pup." He sees Mac's cock jump in response to his words and he grins as he feels his arse clench around his cock. "So boy, got a lesson for you." He begins thrusting as he talks, his words a little breathless as he moves. Fuck Mac is the tightest he's ever fucked. He's gonna ruin Shane for fucking anyone else he just knows it. But he doesn't stop his slow inexorable movements, like water finding the easiest path downhill he's looking for something. He starts speaking again as his cock drifts over Mac's prostate. "There it is, that little thing you liked fucking with inside me? Well boy, you got one too." So saying he pulled out of Mac and then rammed himself home immediately making sure he brushed Mac's prostate as he did so. Mac moaned. And Shane grinned.
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Mac can't help groaning again as Shane starts to thrust in and out of him making sure he brushes over that spot, that nub that he'd thought was unique to Shane. That he has one too, his eyelids flutter closed as Shane keeps brushing that spot on him. His cock is jerking without a touch on it. If Shane keeps going Mac knows he's going to come as well. He wants nothing more than to orgasm now but he fights against it thinking of it as a sign of weakness. He will not come from Shane fucking him.
But Shane has other ideas. He leans in to Mac his hands leaving off his hips, brushing up his sides avoiding the burns for the moment and he scratches his short blunt nails over Mac's stomach and chest firmly. Mac's head, he finds he can't keep it off Shane's shoulder. He gives up on that thinking if he leaves it there he can just focus on not coming. He pants and groans again despite himself. Shane is humming in his ear as he leans over his other shoulder looking down at his cock. "Beautiful." He says again.
Whey he keeps using that word with regard to Mac he doesn't know but every time he does it sends a shiver through Mac, it makes him feel things he refuses to feel. If he were free he would have beaten Shane within an inch of his life if he'd called him that. Mac feels himself being unraveled from the very core of his being. The way this man has dealt with him on his own fucking level is making Mac want more of it, of him. His arms struggle again to get free so he can beat Shane, beat himself. But he is caught. He can do nothing but submit. The realisation that this is what he'd done to Shane a month ago springs into his brain. Why was he getting such pleasure from being on the receiving end? His mind will not switch off. He wants more, he needs more.
"More." The word torn from his throat before he even realises he's spoken.
"There you are boy, was that so hard now?" And suddenly Shane is there thrusting inside Mac, his cock impossibly feels bigger, longer, harder. Mac groans louder this time letting himself go. He can put himself back together later when he's on his own, there is no thought that Shane will not let him go. One of his hands pulls lightly on the chain attached to Mac's nipple clamps and he finds himself moaning like a fucking whore this time as he jerks uncontrollably. Fuck he was close.
"Fuck me like you mean it, not a fucking pussy Bitch!" His words have the opposite effect. Shane stills completely inside him. Not moving, barely breathing.
"You want to come do you boy?" His words are soft, drawled. He moves infinitesimally back and forth wringing another fucking moan from Mac before he can help himself. He's going to fucking crush Shane like a bug when he's finished, he's going to gut him like a fish and eat his liver. Except if he does that he won't get this anymore. He won't get this pain, this pleasure. This pure absence of anything but a focal point of want, need.
"Yes," He can't say anymore, he doesn't know how to beg, has never begged in his life. But Shane gets that he realises as he starts fucking him again. Fucking him like a man. Hard, fast, violent. His fingers suddenly grab the chain clamping Mac's nipples and yank causing the clamps to bite in before sliding off. Mac screams in agony.
And he comes. His vision fades until he sees nothing but grey. He cannot hear anything. He can only feel his orgasm as it continues on, taking over his entire body as his cock erupts, sperm shooting from him in time with his heartbeat. He feels like he's never going to stop coming. As he finally feels himself tapering off Shane glides his fingers up over Mac's hips where they'd been digging in as he fucked him through his orgasm. Mac realises Shane hasn't yet come. Before he registers anything else however Shane digs his fingers into the burns he'd put on Mac, pushing his fingers into Mac's burned flesh as he starts to tear Mac apart with his thrusts.
Mac finds himself coming again. It is nothing like he has felt before. He has never been able to be aroused to this point so quickly in his life as Shane had just done to him. From one period of Mac forcing himself on Shane, Shane had somehow figured Mac out to the point that he was playing his body like a fucking banjo. Mac drops his head back onto Shane's shoulder. It was as solid as a fucking brick, might as well take advantage of it. He breathes slowly trying to catch his breath.
The pain in his sides from the burns was overtaking his pleasure. He wonders what the fuck Shane has burned into him. He'll find out soon enough he thinks. He feels Shane begin to withdraw from him and he clenches his muscles tight against him in refusal.
"Fucking come in me, fucking pussy." He feels Shane still behind him again. He's fucking sick of the pussy's hesitation. He starts to clench his muscles even though they protest. Mac has never had a cock inside his arse before he can tell he's going to be feeling this for some time. But if he is it should be worth it. He is too immobilized to move his hips much but Shane gets the message and moves as much as Mac's clenched muscles will allow until he boils over into an orgasm. Mac feels his hot come inside him and wonders if Shane felt the same. It felt like nothing on earth. Knowing he had the essence of another person inside him. He wished he could keep it there. Fuck, Shane was turning him into a fucking pansy. He grunts in frustration at the thought but is smart enough to realise he wouldn't be feeling this way if he wasn't bound hand and foot. He's also smart enough to realise that being bound allows him the freedom to feel what he'd normally be too fucked up in the head to feel. The chains give him freedom. And he shakes his head at his fucked up thoughts.
"Let me down." He states this simply without demand, without question.
"No."
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Shane withdraws from Mac In one movement. He looks down at his cock, covered in oil, his own come and Mac. Swiping a finger through it he tastes them. They are bitter on his tongue. He walks around in front of Mac to look at him. His semen has splattered all over the floor. Shane looks him up and down. He is bloody, his wrists and ankles raw from his struggles. His cock is softening, the foreskin sliding back down over the head. Shane wishes Mac would clean his own cock up but knows better than to even attempt it. But, without hesitation he kneels in front of Mac and takes his softening cock into his mouth. His tongue swirls around Mac's cock, slipping under the foreskin to clean the head. He lets it pop out of his mouth with a lewd wet sound and he simply leans his head on Mac's stomach above his pubic bone. He kneels there for some time without moving, just breathing the scent that is Mac in and out. "What have you done to me?" He murmurs the question to himself not expecting an answer.
Rising Shane doesn't look at Mac. He walks out of the garage and over to the house. He moves into the bathroom and strips off completely turning on the shower and scrubbing himself down. He felt just as dirty after what he'd done as when Mac had done it to him. And yet, he'd found a sick pleasure in what he'd done as well. Getting out Shane towels himself down and does what he does every time he dries off these days. He looks at his scars. Down his right side is Mac's name with an S. And down his left side is the word bitch. Shaking his head again Shane re-dresses and taking up what he'd left on the kitchen table he walks back to the garage. Mac is still there, from the look of the dried blood he hadn't even tried to get free. Without looking at him Shane puts the kit on the bench and gets out the swabs and medical alcohol. He soaks he swabs and presses them directly on Mac's burns ignoring his pained sounds. Then he gets the antibiotic burn cream he'd bought especially when he'd decided what he was going to do and applied it to both burns before he put dressings on them. "Need to keep the dressings on until they scab over." He says no more as he leans up and unhooks the chain holding Mac's wrists above his head. He steps out of the way letting Mac fall painfully to his knees. While Mac is trying to move his arms down below his shoulders Shane moves around the back and unlocks his ankles. He tosses a pair of sweatpants down in front of Mac telling him to put them on. He cleans up after himself while Mac manages to get himself up and to balance enough to put the sweatpants on. Shane grabs his boots and walks to Mac's truck tossing them in. The rest of Mac's clothes are ruined so he leaves them on the bench. The brands he takes and twists them until they're unrecognizable to anyone else who will ever come across them. Then he turns to Mac who is standing in the middle of the garage in his own sperm. Shaking his head Shane walks over and grabs his arm, hauling him to his truck he pushes him into the passenger seat. Then he gets in the driver's seat again and backs out after opening the doors. He drives the short distance to Mac's place and switches off the engine getting out. He greets the dog and it stops barking. Then he gets Mac out of the truck and walks him inside. He is surprised by the filth Mac lives in as despite his smell he's usually reasonably clean. Shaking his head he pushes Mac down the hall until he finds the bedroom. He helps him to the bed and puts down the medical supplies he'd brought home for Mac to use. Then he leans over Mac and shakes him until he looks at Shane.
"Use the shit I've left for you." He turns to leave only to be brought up by Mac speaking.
"Why?"
"Because burns are tricky, easy to infect yourself, you could die." He goes to leave again but Mac speaks.
"Not that, why didn't you fucking kill me?" Why indeed Shane thinks. He'd thought about it, knew he could have done it and gotten away with it.
"I don't know, if I ever figure it out I'll be sure and let you know. Go to sleep now boy." He turns to leave again and this time Mac doesn't stop him. Shane takes food for the dog out with him and he feeds the dog sitting on the steps as he lets him run around the yard before he refills his water and pens him back up. Then he walks back to his own house.
As he's going to bed himself he wonders what payback Mac will plan for him this time. And as he strokes himself to another orgasm he wonders only how soon it will happen.
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Mac doesn't look at what Shane had burnt into his flesh until he'd had the dressings off for a week and a whole two weeks had passed since Shane had branded him. He'd started thinking of it that way as it gave him a sick thrill at the thought that he'd been branded instead of burned. He'd stopped wondering at himself and his feelings. He'd looked at other men and didn't feel a fucking thing, it was this fucking Southern inbred cop that made him feel shit he had no business feeling, wanting or thinking he fucking needed.
When he looks in the dingy mirror in his bathroom and sees that he has Shane's name exactly as he'd done he knows that whats on his left side will be exactly the same as what he'd carved into Shane. But he is wrong. The word stands out, three letters, all capitals. Mac's lips thin as he looks at it. Rage threatens to overwhelm him but he fights it back. This is what had gotten him in the fucking mess in the first place. But he'd be fucked if he was going to let this slide past without any kind of payback. It's Friday now. He calculates and then looks at the sun thinking Shane would be finished work by now. Dragging on a shirt he leaves it unbuttoned as he walks outside. He takes his dog out of the pen and they walk up to Shane's place. As he gets closer he hears thuds coming from the garage and he frowns. That fucker better not have anyone else in there. Mac and his dog walk to the garage and he opens the small door set into the large sliding one.
Eyebrows raising in surprise Mac stands and watches Shane workout, punching the bag he now had hanging in place of Mac himself from the chain dangling from the ceiling. Shane hasn't seen him. What he sees first is Mac's dog as it lopes forward to greet him. Fucker never took to anyone but Mac until now.
"You do this shit every day?" Mac asks in place of a greeting as he walks toward Shane. Payback is forgotten. He walks slowly and has his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pants, he hasn't bothered doing up his shirt on the way. He feels his cock twitch as he watches Shane watching him. He is half-naked and sweaty and Mac wants to fuck him until he bleeds.
"Part of the job." He says no more and backs toward the bench not taking his eyes of Mac and takes up the towel he had on it wiping himself down getting rid of the sweat which Mac wasn't happy with.
"Not here it ain't," He answers with a snort thinking of the overweight law in the town. Well, except for Harley, but he was Mac's so he didn't count anyway.
"Part of the job where I'm from then." He slings the towel around his neck as he leans back on the bench and crosses his legs watching Mac move toward him. Mac wants something but he doesn't know what. He stops a couple of paces away from Shane and just looks at him. Tall, broad shoulders, tanned skin. Strong hands and muscular legs hidden under his sweatpants. He is barefoot tonight.
Finding himself staring at Shane's cock Mac realises what he wants and he steps forward kneeling down as he does so. Shane doesn't move though he inhales sharply. His hands fist on the towel he's still holding. But he stays silent. Letting Mac decide what he's going to do. Mac peels the damp sweat pants down until Shane is exposed to him. His cock is already filling. Leaving the sweatpants at mid-thigh Mac looks at Shane's cock. It is thick and circumcised unlike his own. He strokes it lightly, the way he likes to stroke himself before he gets serious.
The faintest of groans comes from Shane. Mac looks up at him with a smile that makes Shane think of snakes crawling through Eden. "You like that bitch?" The question is soft. Before Shane can answer Mac leans in and takes his cock inside his mouth. This wasn't what he'd come here for but it was just as good. He started to suck thinking of what he liked being done to him. One of his hands started fondling Shane's balls, jiggling them, bouncing them lightly.
"Touch yourself for me boy, I want to see you jack off at the same time." Shane's words are hoarse, his voice is heavy with arousal.
"Bite me." Mac answers but he finds his hands pushing his own sweatpants down over his arse so Shane can see him fondle himself at the same time.
"I wish you would." Shane's words inflame Mac beyond reason. He starts jerking himself off in earnest knowing he won't last long with the visions running through his head that Shane's words have put there.
But he obeys Shane. Closing his other hand around the base of Shane's cock he looks up to find Shane looking down at him his hands still holding the towel. When he catches eye contact with Mac, Shane's hands move from the towel to Mac's hair. They slide through it gently before they grasp it harshly and pull. Mac moans around Shane's cock and pulls himself harder as he sinks his teeth into Shane and drags them along his cock. He sucks as much as he can into his mouth and swallows the pre-come dripping from it. Swirling his tongue around the head of Shane's cock Mac let's most of it slide out of his mouth until he's nursing just the head as if it were a nipple. And then looking back up at Shane he slowly clenches his jaw on it until his teeth are holding it captive, then he pushes them down Shane's cock. And he comes, Mac swallows his come without even realising he's doing it. He strokes himself roughly a few more times and spurts on the garage floor once again.
When he has cleaned Shane he pulls off his cock doing what Shane had done to him, resting his head on Shane's stomach as he got his own breath back and pulled up his sweats. He rests both hands on Shane's thighs before he pulls his pants up too. And then he stands. The aftertaste of Shane is still on his tongue, it is salty and it lingers. But he'd fucking swallowed he thought.
"Not that I'm not grateful for the blow job, but was this why you came down?" Shane asks as he rolls his shoulders and steps forward and begins to walk to the entrance of the shed.
"Wanted to know if you were ever gonna come back to the bar." Rolling his own shoulders at the stupid question Mac follows Shane out of the shed watching while he shuts the door.
"You askin' me to go back with you?" Shane asks this as he heads to the house Mac following behind with his dog.
"Got a problem if I am?" There is a challenging tone in Mac's voice.
"Nope, just curious. Never been asked on a date by a dude before." Shane tosses a smile at Mac knowing exactly what he's done as he looks at the shocked look on Mac's face. Then it turns violent which causes a jolt of want to flash through Shane. He regains control of himself before he does anything however. "We can stay here if you want." Shane offers.
"No, I want to play." Mac says. "Fuck, I want to play pool." He feels stupid and awkward speaking to Shane. "With you." He finishes.
"Let me shower, then we can go." Shane tosses a grin at him as he strips down in the kitchen throwing his towel and sweatpants into the laundry before he walks naked to the bathroom. Mac follows behind him feeling like a fucking puppy. His dog settles under the kitchen table. Leaning on the door jamb Mac watches Shane step into the tub and turn the water on. He soaps himself down economically and washes his hair the same way and then he steps out of the tub. Mac sees his name on Shane's right side and he moves forward brushing his fingers over it. Before he can move back Shane's hand grasps his. They look at each other for the longest time without moving. Then they let each other go and Mac backs away.
After hanging up the towel Shane moves to the bedroom grabbing a pair of cargos he steps into them sans underwear and pulls a plain black t-shirt over his head. Then he looks at Mac before opening his drawer and pulling out another pair of cargos and tossing them to him. He roots around some more and finds a belt for him to use as well.
"You want me to wear your fucking clothes?" Mac takes the pants but make no move to put them on.
"I'm the only one that gets to see you in sweatpants, should be fuckin' illegal the way your fuckin' cock looks in 'em boy." Shane put's his hands on his hips as he looks at Mac waiting for him to change. Rolling his eyes Mac strips off the sweatpants that are actually the ones Shane had given him to get home in two weeks ago and he changes into the cargos, also without underwear. Fitting on the belt he cinches it loosely so it hangs obscenely low on his hips exposing his hipbones to Shane's hungry gaze. "Buttons." Shane waits while Mac huffs and does up his shirt buttons. They walk out together without touching and without conversation they continue down to Mac's where he pens up his dog. They get into his truck and drive to the bar.
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Shane wonders what the fuck he is doing as they walk into the bar. It's busy like it was the last night he'd come in. He sees the bartender look them over and his eyes narrow on Mac. Shane immediately bristles at the way he looks at Mac though he doesn't know why. They head to the pool tables instead of ordering drinks and Mac snags a waitress giving her their order. Greeting the other's he'd met last time they settled in comfortably though he could feel the bartender looking at them often. They've been there an hour or so, playing, laughing with the others. It's a side of Mac Shane never thought he'd see.
And its ruined when the women arrive. They climb all over Mac as if they're a vine and he's a post. Shane feels his teeth grind together. But he doesn't say anything. He catches Mac's eye and looks through him when Mac cocks an eyebrow and smiles at him. His mind is screaming at him to claim Mac and he's doing his best to ignore it. But Mac doesn't help matters encouraging the women to play with them, putting his fucking hands on them while Shane watches. And he keeps looking at Shane.
Suddenly the penny drops. Mac doesn't have it in him to ask for anything. Shane realises that he's trying to make him jealous, trying to make him do something so he'll take Mac, brand him. Make it known that he's his. But Shane isn't sure if he means for it to be public. He catches Mac's eye suddenly. "Here?" He asks. Mac simply nods. Fuck. He does want public. Shane looks around at all the people and the women. He's ready to smash their faces in for touching his property.
Taking the last of his beer Shane puts down the bottle and then grabs the closest woman by the scruff of the neck. "Darlin', go play with someone else, that man there belongs to me." He pushes her away with some force so she careens into the other female trying to snake her hands down Mac's pants. Reaching over he grabbed her wrist and flicked her away as well. Then he turned to Mac. Reaching his arm out he snags his hand around the back of Mac's neck. Leaning their forehead together for a few seconds to be sure it's what Mac wants Shane then leans in and kisses him. Long, slow and languid. He hears the bar sounds drop away until there is nothing but the jukebox in the background. No one dared say anything as they broke apart. "Enough?" He asks Mac. Mac nods.
"Let's settle up and get the fuck out of here." He pulls Shane with him toward the bar. Once there he introduces Shane to the bartender who is the owner and Mac's father. Shane frowns at the way he treats Mac. He doesn't like it at all. Putting a hand possessively in the small of Mac's back they walk out as sounds begin to pick up again.
Once they're in the truck on the way back Shane turns to Mac. "Why did you make me do that?"
Mac doesn't answer for several minutes. They've driven back and are pulling up at his place when he does. "I wanted them to know you were taken."
"Me? Then why the fuck did I end doing what I did? You that much of an emotional retard?" Shane looks at Mac without moving to get out of the truck.
"I don't have feelings." He jumps out of the truck and goes inside slamming the door behind him. Shane sits there in shock and fury. He'd made a fucking fool out of himself for a fucking emotional retard. He gets out of the truck and crossing to Mac's dog gives him a goodnight pat and then walks home. The sooner his time in this dust bowl was over the better.
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Another month passes. Mac watches Shane work, work out and do nothing else. He goes nowhere, does nothing else with anyone in town. He knows he's fucked up. But he doesn't know how to fix it. No one else had come near him physically since Shane had let them know he was taken. But his father was beginning to piss him off. Telling him he needed to take care of Shane before he took care of him. Shane knew what he did, he knew he'd figured it out. And he hadn't turned him in yet. It is another Friday night and Mac is heading home late. He passes Shane's place and on instinct pulls in behind his jeep shutting off the engine. Taking a breath he gets out of his truck heading to the kitchen door. Before he can knock however it opens. Shane is standing there. He looks at Mac before stepping back and letting him inside. He heads into the bedroom and Mac follows. Stopping at the foot of the bed he turns around "You want to fuck me or you want me to fuck you?" He is stripping as he speaks. Mac finds himself stripping as well. He's just wearing coveralls today, and nothing else. He unlaces his boots and toes them off and unsnaps his coveralls and pulls them off his shoulders and lets them drop. Stepping out of them he looks at Shane standing there stroking his cock. He looks at his carvings and brushes a hand over the word boy burned into his side.
"You fuck me." He goes to the bed and gets down on his hands and knees in the centre of it. Shane moves to the bathroom and returns. But he surprises Mac when he speaks.
"Get on your back, I'm gonna fuckin' look at you boy." Shane climbs on the bed kneeling between his spread legs when he has turned onto his back. "Jerk off, this ain't gonna take long now." Shane spreads his cock with something then tosses the tube on the floor. He lines up with Mac's entrance and without further ado pushes himself inside. He doesn't stop, doesn't allow Mac time to get used to being breached. He causes pain and he causes pleasure at the same time. As Mac knew he would. As Mac now craves.
"Fuck yes," His words trail off as he feels himself filled, he feels complete again. The burn is giving away to pleasure but he doesn't want that. Leaning up he latches his mouth onto Shane's neck and he bites as hard as he can. Shane's cock jerks inside his arse and he starts to move. Hard and fast without rhythm. It is perfect. He is perfect. Leaning back Shane kneels up bringing Mac with him and then before Mac knows what he is doing Shane pinches his nipples as hard as he can. When he lets go Mac lays back down on the bed. And pulling back an arm Shane slaps him across the face with an open palm.
"Yes," the word is torn from him as he feels his cock jerk without a touch on it. His hands reach for Shane and he scratches his broken nails down Shane's chest causing him to moan and curse. "More." Shaking his head Shane braces his knees and gives him more. Hard, fast and violent he takes Mac fucking him into the bed and beyond. Mac reaches for that place where everything is blank and as Shane releases inside him he finds it as well.
Shane collapses on Mac squeezing his come between them, over both their stomachs. Mac releases a sigh as he legs his legs drop back down on the bed. "You gonna stay or are you gonna fuck off again?" Shane isn't talking about physically fucking off he knows.
Before he can allow himself to fuck it up again Mac says simply "Need to get my dog first." Shane nods as he pulls out of Mac and gets off the bed. He comes back with a cloth that he wipes Mac over with and then he takes it back to the bathroom. He comes back and drags his sweatpants back on again and throws the sheet over Mac who is dozing.
"Be right back." Mac simply nods as he continues to doze. He falls into sleep and doesn't hear Shane leave the house and return with his dog that he settles in the kitchen. He doesn't hear Shane clean his teeth and use the toilet or feel him settle beside him in bed. He doesn't feel Shane stroke his hand over his face, glide over his cheekbone and through his hair. He doesn't feel Shane gather him close and wonder to himself what the fuck he is doing.
When Mac wakes it is morning and he is alone in bed. But the pillow next to him smells like Shane.