Chapter one.

“Hello?” Mark called. It was the early hours of 29th May and Mark had been handcuffed, naked, to his bed and blindfolded, as one last joke before the night was out, by the other lads. Mark had no idea how long he had been alone now. He guessed it was a good couple of hours. All the lads had consumed far too much alcohol after the concert and left Mark alone as they plotted how to make him suffer in another room. However, as time passed on, Mark became more convinced that they had simply gone to bed to sleep, purposely leaving him tied up on his bed. He was determined to make them pay for this.
Just then, he heard the door quietly click shut.
“Hello?” Mark called again. “Who’s that? Can you let me out? This isn’t funny, now.” He wished he could at least see who he was talking to, but the scarf over his eyes refused all vision. Mark laid and listened… he got no reaction from his mystery visitor.
Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask for help again, Mark felt a fingertip on his chest. It slid across to one nipple. Mark shivered as he felt the small nub harden at the contact. Taking a deep breath, Mark tried again to speak, but was distracted when the finger moved across to the other nipple and began to trace circles before flicking over the nub, causing it to erect like the previous one. Mark gasped.
“Please? Who’s there? Can you let me up?” he finally managed to ask the stranger. Only silence was his answer. “Please? Look, if you let me up, I swear I won’t hurt you as bad tomorrow.”
Mark was cut off as he felt two, hot, soft lips brush against his own. Mark felt himself go dizzy. Whoever it was in his room really knew how to torture him. Mark then felt the lips part slightly, a warm tongue ran along his lips, begging for entry. Mark gave in immediately, opening his mouth, allowing the tongue to slip past his lips and gently explore his mouth. Mark moaned as the tongue massaged his own.
Just as Mark was starting to enjoy the visitor, the lips were gone from his. Mark groaned slightly and tried to speak again.
“Could you at least…” he gasped suddenly as he felt a finger running down his stomach and dipping into his belly button. “Please… no… I want…” Mark stumbled over his words. He felt himself getting excited, but tried his best not to show it.
Mark then felt a warm hand on his stomach. It slowly ran down over his cock, suddenly bringing it to life. Mark’s mouth fell open in shock. “Please…” Mark gasped again as he felt a hand take hold of his hard member and immediately start stroking. Long, hard, fast strokes that ran right up to the head of his cock and back down to the base again. “Oh, God,” was all Mark could manage as he tried his best to gather his thoughts. Failing miserably, Mark felt himself getting close. He threw his head back, mouth open and tried to pull at the handcuffs. Mark would have moaned in annoyance at not being able to move his hands if it wasn’t for the sudden waves of pleasure rushing over his body. ‘Oh, Jesus,” Mark called out as he felt his warm cum land on his stomach. He was pulling at the handcuffs furiously as he came, moaning at a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pain shooting through his wrists as he tried, failingly, to free his hands. Pleasure at the sudden orgasm that rocked his whole body.
Mark lay for a minute, untouched, trying to catch his breath. His head fell back onto his pillow. Once again, Mark tried to pull his wrists free, wincing as the cold metal handcuffs scraped against his tiring, aching sore wrists.
“Who is it? Please?” Mark asked, desperation apparent in his voice.
Just then, Mark felt something hit his lips. Turning his head towards the unidentified feeling, he opened his mouth to speak. Before he could say a word, he felt something large and slightly rounded enter his mouth, part way. Mark almost gagged when he realised he had the head of a guy’s cock in his mouth. He automatically tried to pull away, but to no avail. Mark felt the cock enter a little more, probably only about a quarter of an inch, just to remind him it was there. Mark became aware of his own cock, erect again at the new thoughts and feeling rushing through Mark.
Mark decided the best thing to do was close his eyes, get it over and done with and then whoever it was would unfasten him from the bed.
Screwing his eyes up, Mark flicked his tongue over the tip of the cock, the precum tasting strange, yet not disgusting. Mark swirled his tongue over the head of the cock for a minute before slowly turning his head a little more, trying to take more of the cock into his mouth. Mark gagged once as he felt the hard dick hit the back of his throat. He slid his tongue along the shaft, all the way to the tip and back down again. After a minute, he felt the cock moving. It began to disappear from Mark’s mouth, but stopped when there was only the head between Mark’s lips, before re-tracing it’s tracks back into his mouth again. Mark listened as the owner of the cock let out a deep moan. Mark pulled his head backwards, feeling the cock slide almost all the way out of his mouth, before swirling his tongue over the head again. Once he had done that, Mark lifted his head once more, engulfing the visitor once more. Mark continued to move his head backwards and forwards, picking up speed with every groan he heard escaping the mouth of the owner. Within minutes the cock in Mark’s mouth began to twitch and throb. Mark stopped moving his head and felt the hot, sticky cum land on his tongue. He hungrily swallowed the lot, before licking the soft cock once more and letting it fall from his mouth. Mark allowed himself to taste the leftover juice that was sat on his tongue. It was salty and sticky, yet warm and pleasant.
The groans of his visitor confused Mark. He seemed to recognise the sound, yet he could quite work out who it was. Mark opened his eyes again but groaned when he realised he was still blindfolded.
“Please? Can you either take the cuffs or the blindfold off? Jesus Christ, this hurts!” Mark was becoming agitated. “Please?” he tried again, hoping manners might win the person over. Nothing. Just silence. Mark moaned again, not sure himself if it was due to the pleasure he had felt just a few moments ago, or the frustration of not being able to see, touch or even know the identity of his ‘friend’ due to the cold handcuffs and black, tightly fastened, scarf covering his eyes.
Before he had too more time to think about it, Mark felt someone take hold of his legs and open them slightly. Mark felt a small rush of panic and confusion run through his body. What was happening now? “Oh, Jesus,” Mark moaned as his visitor answered his questions by running the tips of his fingers around Mark’s sensitive entrance. “Jesus… please… no… please,” Mark panted, not quite sure what he was wanting. Just then, Mark felt the tip of one of the fingers enter his hole. Mark threw his head back and gasped. He screwed his eyes up again and gritted his teeth as he felt the finger being pushed hard and as fast as possible into his hole. “Oh, Jesus,” Mark cried through gritted teeth. The pain and pleasure mixing him up, his mind clouding over. Mark tried to relax, but felt himself tense up again as the finger withdrew slightly. Trying to relax, again, Mark felt the finger re-enter him, only this time it was joined by another. “Holy shit!” Mark cried as the two fingers began to thrust inside him. Faster and faster, the fingers began to open Mark’s hole more and more. After a minute, Mark felt another finger enter him and joined the thrusting. Mark began to buck his hips, the fingers refused to budge. “Please… oh shit,” Mark panted as the fingers carried on working his hole. Just as Mark was beginning to enjoy the feeling of the fingers thrusting inside him, it stopped. The fingers were gone!
Mark groaned. “Please… who is it?” he asked, becoming a little bit annoyed. His question remained unanswered as Mark felt his legs being lifted again. Two strong hands gripped his hips. Mark tried to get this thought’s straight but all was washed away as he felt something else at his hole again. This time it was bigger and slightly more rounded. “Oh Jesus,” Mark moaned as the realisation hit him. He was about to be fucked in his ass.
Mark, again, gritted his teeth and let his head fall back onto his pillow. He then felt the cock start to push against him. It entered him slowly. “Shit. Oh, God!” Mark cried as he felt the cock fill his hole. The pain was unbelievable. After a minute, the cock began to thrust, slowly and gently at first. “Oh Jesus,” Mark moaned, the pain dying down, the pleasure taking hold of him. Faster, harder, longer thrusts of the huge cock began. Mark was soon lost in the pleasure. The more he moaned, the faster the cock in his ass began to pump. Mark pulled against the handcuffs again, desperate to stroke his own, aching, neglected cock. His prayers were answered as he felt a hand wrap around the hard member, stroking his cock in time with the thrusts he was receiving in his ass.
It took only minutes for Mark to cum.
“Jesus. Oh, fuck,” Mark cried out in ecstasy, his body shaking as the full force of his orgasm hit him. The cock in his ass moved faster and harder until suddenly, it stopped. Mark felt himself being filled with the hot juice as his own cock shot his load over his chest and stomach. The person, who had been fucking Mark, called out as he came. Mark’s mind was now swimming. He couldn’t think straight.
Mark felt the cock in his hole leave him. “Oh, Jesus,” was all he could manage, feeling a little disappointed. Mark shivered slightly as he felt a hot tongue on his chest, lapping up his cum. The tongue travelled down to his belly, taking the last of the juice from his body, and then it left him.
“Please?” Mark panted, trying to regulate his breathing. “Please, unfasten me? Jesus, please?”
Mark listened. Silence.
“Hello? Are you there?” Mark asked. His only answer was the clicking of the door latch being lifted. Mark listened. Just then, the door closed. Whoever had been there a minute ago, was now gone.
Mark groaned impatiently. He was pulling, again, at the handcuffs, but proceeded in hurting his already aching wrists. Mark wondered who it was that had just been in his room. He knew the lads were idiots at times, but that wasn’t the style of any of them. Paul… well Paul was newly married. It couldn’t have been a mad fan, could it? No. Surely they wouldn’t have been allowed to enter the hotel this late… or early, as it was now.
Sighing, he decided against sleeping, as it wouldn’t be long before everyone would be getting up. Mark pulled just one last time at the handcuffs and laughed when they didn’t budge. How was it that the lads seemed to enjoy handcuffing him to beds as a birthday laugh? The first time being his 21st.Mark was determined to find out who had been with him, only minutes before, and the lot of them were in for severe punishment.

Aww I love this one!
There you have my sado- masochistic tendencies :lol: .

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I remember " Kangoroo Court " ^_^ .

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I sooo like it! plz add more cos I wanna know who it was!

omg yeah add more i wanna know who it was too lol :rolleyes:

Chapter two

After a few hours of struggling to pull his hands free of the handcuffs and rolling his head around on the pillow, willing the scarf to loosen at the knot and fall free from him eyes, Mark was laid still on his bed. He sighed for the millionth time that morning. His arms, shoulders, wrists and hands ached. He was cold, as he was still naked and laid on top of the quilts. Mark had spent the last two hours thinking, trying to work out who had fucked him earlier. It was hopeless.
‘Bryan? No, he is a married father of two and straighter than a ruler. Also, as idiotic as Bryan could be at times, that kind of trick isn’t in his nature. Kian? No way. End of. That just isn’t a possibility. Shane? Yeah, right. Engaged and happy. Also, Shane isn’t the kind of person to wait for someone to be tied up and blindfolded before making a move. He would much prefer to be honest and outright. And it just isn’t the kind of thing I can imagine Shane doing. Nicky? Sure, Nicky is an idiot, too, but no way. For starters, there’s Georgina. Would Nicky risk an eight-year relationship with Bertie Ahern’s daughter, and an impending marriage, just for a quick, daft shag for a joke? No. Paul? No. That’s just… no.
So who else is there? A mad fan? Rowen is at home… in Ireland. That just leaves the bogie man. Great. Just bloody fantastic. So many people and not one fucking suspect. Maybe the lads know something about it? No, I doubt it… they aren’t that stupid. They know I’d kill them.’
Just then, Mark attention was caught by the turning of a key in the lock of his door.
“Morning, Marky. Sleep well?” giggled Bryan.
“Fuck off and let me up,” Mark almost yelled.
“Ooohh! What’s wrong with you? No getting enough?” Kian mocked.
“Let me up now, or I will shout as loud as I can… and don’t think I won’t! My arms and shoulders are killing me… and soon I will be killing you.”
“Mark! Hell, what did you do to yourself?” Shane asked, lifting Mark’s head and unfastening the knot, allowing the scarf to fall away from Mark.
“What do you mean?” Mark asked, blinking furiously as the light coming through the windows attacked his eyes.
“Your wrists. They look all bruised,” Nicky pointed out.
Mark looked around. All the lads were there, as well as Paul, all grinning like Cheshire cats. They were obviously enjoying the sight of a helpless and naked Mark begging to be let free of his restraints. Mark turned his head to Shane who was removing a small key from his jeans pocket.
Mark followed the key with his eyes and watched it enter the keyhole on the first cuff. A small clicking was heard and suddenly his arm fell down next him. It felt as heavy as lead, as he lifted it and inspected the huge brown bruises that circled his wrist. As his other arm fell down, following the pattern of the first one, Mark gasped at the horrendous marks on his arms. They would take a long time to ease.
“I’m gonna kill you… all of you. Those will take forever to get rid of,” Mark moaned as he finally found just enough strength in his arms to push himself up, and he sat on his bed.
“You should see your face,” Bryan laughed. Mark just scowled at him.
Looking at all their faces in turn, Mark began to think of whether they looked guilty in any way. ‘Could it have been any of them?’ he thought. He decided that, although they looked mischievous, they didn’t look to know anything about what had happened during the night, so he decided to keep it to himself.
“Did you manage to get any sleep then?” Nicky chuckled.
“Would you get any sleep, with a blindfold over your eyes and two shitty handcuffs holding your arms above your head for God knows how many hours? Kian, what are you doing?”
“Getting you some decent clothes. Unless you’re planning on walking round like that all day,” Kian replied as he waved his hand at Mark’s naked form. “And if you’re going to be seen with us, you can’t be left to choose your own clothes. That’s just going to be embarrassing.”
Mark scowled again as Bryan, Shane and Nicky all laughed, watching Kian rummage through Mark’s suitcase.
“Here. Throw them on,” Kian said, throwing a pair of baggy jeans, a pair of white boxer shorts and a plain black, baggy t-shirt at Mark.
“Right, lads. Hurry this up and get to Shane’s room for breakfast as soon as you can. I will get slaughtered if you are late,” Paul told them all, sternly. “Happy birthday, Mark,” he laughed as he turned and left the room, avoiding Mark’s frown.
“Why do you all find this so funny?” Mark groaned, pulling his jeans on and fastening them.
“Because it is funny,” Bryan replied, the smile not leaving his face for a second.
“No, it’s not. I flaming well hurt,” Mark groaned again.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Mark. It was a joke… or have you lost your sense of humour at the last hotel?” Nicky asked, rolling his eyes.
“No, I still have my sense of humour. But I didn’t find last night funny. Look at that!” he exclaimed as he held out his wrists, showing the bruises to them all, again.
“We’ve seen them, and it’s not our fault if you decided to try and pull your hands off, just to escape,” Bryan replied.
“But they hurt… like the rest of me.”
“Aw, poor Mark,” Nicky mocked.
“Want me to kiss them better?” Bryan asked, taking hold of Mark’s wrists and making cushy faces.
“Get lost,” Mark replied, snatching his wrists away from Bryan.
“Sheesh, Mark. No need to be so snappy,” Bryan said, the smile slightly fading.
“Sorry, but I didn’t find it all that funny and I’ve had no sleep and I still have a killing headache. Not to mention aching arms, shoulders, wrists… no jokes, please,” he quickly added, noting the smile reappear on Bryan’s face at the thought of Mark’s aching wrists. “And my eyes ache from being blindfolded for so long,” Mark finished, pulling the t-shirt over his head.
“I think you enjoyed last night more then you’re saying, you know, Mark,” Bryan giggled.
“What do you mean?” Mark asked, eyeing Bryan up suspiciously as he straightened his t-shirt.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Tell me,” Mark demanded. ‘Does he know?’ he thought to himself.
“I don’t mean anything. Just that look in your eye.”
By this time, all the lads were trying to hide the smiles playing on their faces. Mark just looked at them all.
“What do you know?” Mark asked, knowing he suddenly sounded guilty.
“More than you think,” Kian replied.
“You know, don’t you?” Mark almost shouted. By this point the lads were all laughing so hard, Mark began to worry they would suffocate if they didn’t stop to take a breath soon. He opened his mouth to say something, but Bryan beat him to it.
“Did you enjoy it then?”
Mark opened his mouth to reply, but just stood there, not able to concentrate. ‘How do they know? Did they hear me? Bryan’s room is only next door… that’s where they all went to ‘discuss’ their next trick. Oh, my God. They must have heard me moaning.’
Mark’s silence was only making the lads laugh more. Eventually Mark snapped out of it and found his voice again. “But… how did you know?”
“Erm… let’s just say ‘Jesus’ told us,” Bryan laughed, almost falling onto the floor.
Mark thought for a minute, trying to work out what Bryan meant. When he realised, he had to laugh a little himself, a furious shade of red taking over his cheeks. Looking at the lads it suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. Nobody can hear that clearly through the walls. “It was you! You lot! But why? That was embarrassing. That’s… that’s… well, that’s almost sick!” he yelled.
“What do you mean ‘almost’?” Shane asked.
“Well, you know. I mean… well that was just wrong! What were you thinking?”
“We were drunk and it seemed like a laugh. So? Did I taste good?” Nicky giggled.
“Obviously, you still are all drunk! And, no you didn’t,”
“Liar.”
“I am so going to get you all back for that,” Mark called at them as Shane, Kian and Nicky turned to leave, but not before shooting him a funny look. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, just as long as you don’t.” The lads just nodded and left.
Bryan’s laughter ceased as he sat on Mark’s bed, watching him finish getting ready. “Are you real mad?” he asked.
“Depends… I want you to tell me who did what and you have to help me plot my revenge on them… I will think of yours by myself.”
“Ok, as you may have gathered, it was Nicky in your mouth,” Bryan giggled as Mark pulled a face and picked up his toothbrush and paste. “Shane was snogging you and fingered you, Kian jacked you off and I… erm… well you know, then licked you clean,” Bryan blushed. “You really not gonna tell?”
“I won’t tell… for my dignity if nothing else.”
“You did enjoy it though, didn’t you?” Bryan laughed.
“Ok, fine. I did! There! Happy now?” Mark replied, rinsing his mouth out with mouthwash.
“Very. We will have to do it again sometime,” Bryan said, chancing fate. He watched as Mark raised one eyebrow and grinned.
“Maybe,” was all he said. “Jesus, you’re gagging for it!” Mark laughed. “Gagging? Now there’s an idea. But no more handcuffs, ok?”
“Ok,” Bryan blushed, pretending to pout. Raising one hand, he took hold of Mark’s wrist and pulled him close. They stared at each other for a minute before Bryan planted a soft, short kiss on Mark’s lips. “Best go meet the other’s before they come looking for us,” Bryan whispered as they finally broke apart. ‘Looks like Mark has cheered up’ Bryan thought as he looked at the big smile on Mark’s face.

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"... ' Jesus ' told us " lmao

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