AN: Changed the summary up a bit, but I'm going to clarify here. This is a BDSM fic; BDSM stands for ::deep breath:: Bondage, Discipline, Dominant/submissive, Sadomasochism. If you have issues with that, you've probably already stopped reading, but if you haven't, well, that's the major part of the fic, so you probably get what I'm saying. I think that's all I need to say…
Part 7 – Party
Jay had led him upstairs, about as far from the noise as they could get and still be in the party house. Marco had gotten the idea of not looking at Jay's face, and not to walk in front of Jay unless opening a door for him, and not speaking, and, well the list went on for a while. Marco was still making mistakes, but learning from them. He was learning a lot about himself through it, oddly enough, like the types of pain he liked, the amount of self control he wanted, and how much he liked being someone's property, someone's pet. The collar felt good around his neck, and every time he felt a tug on the leash, he felt cared for. It made no sense, but it was how it felt, and everything with Jay was about how he felt.
Marco pushed open the door Jay stopped by, and gazed at the room before him. 'Bathroom' was not exactly what Marco had been expecting, maybe another room beginning with a 'b,' but not "bathroom."
His neck was jerked in the direction of the room, Jay already inside. Jay didn't ask if it was okay for him, but just started unbuttoning Marco's shirt, pushing it off the boy's shoulders. Jay promptly tripped Marco, and watched with glee as he crash into the thick rug beside the tub.
That was definitely not something Marco expected, but the majority of the time he never saw Jay's actions coming, so what was different about this one? It might have to do with Jay's hands rolling Marco onto his back, and running over his chest.
Jay sniggered at his masterpiece, all the deep bruises against the olive skin. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and it was his, his to control, to play with, and soon to fuck. He picked Marco's hips up, and began working at Marco's jeans button with his teeth, just to see the look on Marco's face – blissful would be the word to describe it. To much of Jay's advantage, Marco was wearing a button fly. He let Marco's hips drop the floor and worked of the jeans, sneering at the boxers beneath. "Next time I bring you out, don't wear those."
Marco began to protest, complaining about chaffing, but his legs were pulled up abruptly so they were resting on Jay's shoulders, giving Jay access to his back, his back where short, but sharp, nails ripped into him.
Marco's face contorted to a mix of pleasure and pain from the burning left behind by the attack, but it had gotten him to shut up. Jay then pulled out a small butterfly knife, and hacked at the offending fabric of Marco's boxers until the fell in heap of scrapped material below him, reveling Marco entirely naked. Jay felt Marco's legs pull tighter around his neck as his hands left his body to work at his own jeans, only pushing them down far enough to free his cock. He didn't ask for permission, didn't prepare Marco, but just pushed himself in.
Marco felt like he was going to explode, he was just feeling too much. A pained subdued scream cut his way from inside him as Jay thrust into him for the second time. Marco knew it was coming, he knew why they were in the bathroom, but suddenly being ripped apart like that stunned him, just like everything else Jay did. Marco just let himself go, let Jay move him, let him contort his body, bend it however he wanted, and just felt. The penis up his ass was definitely awkward at first, but after a few, or ten, thrusts, he got used to it, and then Jay hit it, Marco's 'happy button.' He cried out again, he knew they were words this time, but it didn't matter what words. Nails racked down his arms, giving him red stripes that he knew would last longer than those on his back, but it didn't matter, he was in heaven, even with the pain. And Jay kept thrusting into him, kept hitting that spot, kept sending spasms through Marco's body.
One of Jay's hands came up around Marco's dick, and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. Jay readjusted Marco's legs, giving himself better access to Marco's chest. Jay leaned over, moving to Marco's chest, licking around each nipple, and then biting into them, once around the entire darkened area, and then on the raised nub, and then repeating on the other side. Marco wailed again, the friction between his body and Jay's was just too much for him to keep in anymore, and he came on both of them; the repercussive scrapes that Jay gave him down his chest just added to the joy. Jay's thrusts were fully inside Marco before he started cumming, and he kept pounding until he was spent. He drew out slowly, making sure to feel the last remaining tremors of Marco's body. "Get dressed, fag," was all he said as he walked out of the bathroom, a lopsided smirk on his face.