Chapter 19. A Present for Mark
The barbecue was fabulous, made more so by our all being in rubber, and the relaxed atmosphere. As the last food was packed away and the dishes put into the dishwasher, Eli approached me as I closed it. Squeezing my butt, he said, “Come with me, Penn, and Butch can pour us all some more wine. By the way, you boys got any plans for tomorrow that mean you have to get home tonight?”
“No, we have nothing planned, Eli.” I followed him into the house. “Why?”
“Good. Means you can spend the night here.” Putting an arm across my shoulders he hugged me gently. “And we can take our time …” Stopping at the foot of the stairs he said, “You boys have made Mark’s day.” The kiss took me by surprise. “And I really appreciate that.”
Leading me upstairs to a room fitted out with exercise equipment, he opened a cupboard to reveal some rubber gear. Searching through it for a moment, he produced several items.
“We don’t keep a lot of gear here. Haven’t used a lot of this for years.” He chuckled. “Want to sort out some things you’d like to have used on you?”
“What does Mark like? I mean …” I grinned. “What can I do, or Butch do, that he’ll really enjoy …”
“Being a bit immobile …” Eli smiled. “He’s a bit restricted in what he can do, so it’s up to you to some extent. We have a sling he likes to use, and he likes to be sucked …” Pausing he took my arm. “You don’t have to do this, Penn.”
“No, Eli, I do.” Taking his hands, I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. “You guys are absolutely bloody amazing. All of you. We don’t have to do it, but you, Mark and the guys didn’t have to do anything for us either.” Putting my arms round him, I grinned. “But we want to.”
His arms embraced me. “Okay, then we’ll accept.” This time his kiss was possessive. “In the closet you’ll find a hood and a collar. Put one of them on, and I’ll bring Mark.” He laughed. “And he’ll decide what he wants you to do and how he wants to receive it.” He chuckled. “And I get to play with Butch …”
“Yes, sir!” Reaching into the closet I rummaged around a bit and found the hood and the collar. The hood was a type I liked, with the lower face open. It had a rear zip and collar, so I fitted it, closed the zip and fastened the collar, then turned to greet Mark as I heard his wheelchair lift stop at the landing.
“Like being hooded, Penn?” His voice had a soft tone to it as he wheeled himself into the room. “Eli says you like a bit of bondage?”
“I do.” Smiling, I walked closer and touched his hand. “I guess Butch and I are a bit unusual. We’re both Bottoms, me a bit more than Butch.”
“Good, because I enjoy topping …” Grinning, he indicated what I’d taken to be a piece of gym equipment. “Over there, and get yourself onto the sling. I might not be able to walk, but I can still deal with a willing sub …”
“Yes, Master Mark,” I replied and walked to the unit he’d indicated. I needed to attach the lower edge suspension chains to the posts first, then lowered myself onto it after opening the through zip in my crotch.
From his chair, Mark fixed cuffs to my wrists which I quickly discovered were attached by short chains to the base of the frame securing the sling.
“Been in one of these before?” He asked.
“No, sir.”
Okay, then you’re in for an interesting evening.” Chuckling he lifted a heavy cuff which I saw was attached to the top of the frame. “Give me your ankle.”
The cuff was secured quickly, then a second cuff, also connected to the top of the frame, went round my thigh just above the knee. Then he did the same on my other leg.
“Ready?” He pressed a switch and the chains began to tension, then raised my legs, spreading them wide. He laughed as I grinned. “Comfy?”
“Actually … yes.” Grinning, I added. “And ready to please you, sir.”
“Good.” He wheeled himself into a position between my raised legs. “Hmmm, I see a rather attractive looking opening just begging to be plugged …”
“If you … Eeep!” I squeaked as he pushed a large tapered plug into me. I was still struggling to get the thing settled, when he began to fondle my balls. Restrained like this there isn’t a lot I can do except lie back and enjoy Mark’s extremely gentle and very skilled attentions.
He was a lot more mobile in his wheelchair than I had expected, and enjoyed himself, fondling, kissing, licking and sucking. He built me carefully toward a climax, then let me down again as gently as he could without letting me cum. There was a tenderness to his ministrations that went with ‘making love’ not just ‘having sex’. My sexual activity with Butch had undergone a similar change, we'd moved from our early sexual desire, to a more considered and passionate love making, and now Mark was giving the same loving attention I got from Butch. Nor was my cock the only part that got attention. That plug wasn’t just a decoration.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked softly after repositioning himself at my head and planting a gentle kiss on the rubber covering my head.
Turning my head in his hands, I kissed his palm.
“Yes, Mark … you make love beautifully … thank you.”
“Want to move it to the next bit? Want to move to a bed?”
“I’d love that, Mark.” Smiling I tilted my head so I could look at his face. “And I’d like you to fuck me …”
“If you want …” He moved back, then moved to where he could lower my legs and release the chains to the cuffs holding my wrists. “I’ll free your legs, but the plug stays — for now.” He chuckled. “My legs don’t work that well, but everything else does.” Helping me stand, he kissed my cock, then gathered the chains on my wrists, and clipped them to the chair. “Follow me, my birthday treat.”
“Yes, sir,” I quipped as he wheeled himself to the door, then a short distance to a second door.
Pushing it open he entered and I followed. The big bed had been turned down, and the bedside lights were turned low. At the bed, he turned the chair and I prepared to help him, but he shook his head.
“Shut the door, Penn, then you can help me shed this sack on my legs.”
By the time I’d shut the door, he was on the bed, and the chair folded and pushed away. He’d already opened the zip down the front of the half sleep sack encasing his legs and grinned up at my surprise. Clearly this was his bedroom, not ‘theirs’ in the way Butch and I shared ours. He must have read my thought.
“After a bit over thirty years of this, I’m pretty independent … Eli’s room is next door. We haven’t shared a bed since we were kids and he started … well …” Grinning, he lifted himself free of the half-sack, and said, “Just pull the thing free. Do you want to shed your suit?”
“I will if you’d like me to, Mark …”
“Then let’s get you out of it, you beautiful man. I want to enjoy sharing my bed with you as nature made you.” Heaving himself to a sitting position, he said, “Let me enjoy peeling you out of it.”
He made taking off the suit a sensual experience. I wasn’t allowed to do more than extract my arms and legs once he’d got it to the point I could. He took his time, not rushing it, caressing, kissing and nibbling as he undressed me until finally, I had only the hood and still on. Then I was engulfed in his arms, and his hungry mouth was engaging mine as he pulled the duvet over us.
There was no rushing me, even though I was ready to surrender to whatever he wanted, and his cut cock was erected and stiff. Eventually he whispered, “Still want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Mark … please?”
“With a condom?” His teeth gripped my earlobe gently.
“No, Mark … just as you are. But face to face …”
He chuckled. “Then lube yourself up and get a pillow under your hips.” He handed me a tube of KY. “This can be a bit tricky, but …” He let me position myself and then dragged himself into a position and arranged his legs to better support himself. “If I was thirty years younger, Butch would have a serious rival …”
I grinned. “I won’t argue … Mark. You guys are both fabulous.” Reaching down, I gripped his erection and guided it to my opening, biting my lip as he thrust against my muscle. “That’s … oh yes … all the way, Mark … yes …” I wrapped my legs over his broad and muscular back, and wrapped my arms around him as he lowered himself onto me. “Oh Mark … you feel good …” His mouth covered mine and the kiss lingered, his tongue exploring mine as his erection filled and stretched my butt.
“You feel … wonderful,” he whispered. “It’s been a long time …”
Like his earlier lovemaking in the sling, he was gentle — tender, and loving in a manner Butch and I had discovered once we’d got past our sexual hunger of the early part of our relationship. Now Mark was making love to me as a real lover would. Slow, careful, gentle, making sure I was enjoying it as much as he was. His cum was a powerful one, and we lay still, kissing and caressing until his cock slipped out of my well lubricated, and now cum filled, hole. Then he rolled himself off me, we moved the pillows and he asked me to move a little aside. As soon as I was in the ‘right’ position, he rolled over again, and now proceeded to take my cock in his mouth. I’d softened a little while he fucked me, but now I hardened up again, and to be honest I didn’t last long.
Wrapping me in his arms, he spooned me, and whispered between kisses, “Thank you for the best present I’ve had in a very long time …”
“No, Mark,” I whispered in response, “Thank you — you and Eli for everything. You guys have taught us so much …”
Drawing me into a comfortable position against his body, he hugged me. "Sleep well, Penn. You've made give us more than you realise ..."
