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Thomas turned to see if the current had pulled Marcus further down the beach. The water swirled around his legs, the brush of something his only warning as Marcus surfaced behind him, close enough to shoot an arm around his neck and sweep Thomas' legs out from under him, taking them both under the next wave.
Thomas struggled, throwing elbows. Marcus hung on even as they surfaced on the other side, now deep enough the water lapped at their chests. He had his arm wrapped around Thomas' chest, holding him back against him. His lips were close to his ear.
And his cock was a bar of iron pressing against Thomas' all-too-eager ass.
"You wanted my attention, pet. You got it. "
"Let go. You're not going to fuck me as a surrogate for whoever just got your dick hard on the phone. " Thomas normally wasn't crude, but he was angry and helpless as Marcus' hand grazed over his nipple, made it draw up in response.
"You were the one who got my dick hard, farm boy. Trying to tease me with that piece of shit. " He had his grip clamped on Thomas' opposite side under the biceps, a highly effective and uncomfortable restraint, and Marcus was using their several-inch height difference to his advantage, making it difficult for Thomas to plant his feet and shrug him off.
"You need a reminder of who your Master is, so you won't be so quick to doubt?" Marcus dropped his other hand neatly into Thomas' shorts, their loose fit and lack of underwear making it easy to grasp a buttock, pull it aside and slide two fingertips just inside the tight pucker of his anus, teasing him.
Thomas struggled, his cheeks flushing, biting his lips. "You son of a bitch, when I get free, I'm going to - "
"You're going to what?" Thomas bucked as Marcus' fingers started pressing in.
"Stop. . . " Thomas caught hold of the arm Marcus had across his chest, anchoring himself as Marcus pressed in, squeezed. His bare feet stepped on Marcus' as Thomas clumsily tried to find a purchase.
"Hold onto my neck," Marcus murmured.
Thomas reached back, latched on, his head dropping on Marcus' shoulder as Marcus released his chest, opened the cut-offs and clasped his hand over his cock, working him fast and hard while Thomas pistoned back and forth like a hooked fish between the two stimuli, squeezing back on Marcus' fingers, thrusting forward into the powerful grip of his hand.
"You. . . ever. . . " Marcus punctuated each word with another thrust and stroke as Thomas' breath clogged in his throat. "Let. . . another man touch you like that. . . and I will beat your ass until you can't walk. You hear me? You got it?" As if he had the devil's own sense of timing, he stopped, holding Thomas just on that frantic edge.
"Who was on the phone?" Thomas snarled, his breath rasping.
"Stubborn bastard. " Marcus started stroking again. Thomas sucked in his breath, came so close and then cursed as Marcus withdrew and settled one arm like a bar back across his upper body, still manacling the hard pulsing cock in his other hand, tight at the base. He didn't move now, squeezing in warning when Thomas tried to, and simply let them drift with Thomas in his arms, vibrating with the near climax.
"Is he competition?"
Marcus chuckled. Thomas' teeth ground together. "Hardly. He's married, and his Mistress is very protective of him. "
"But you've fucked him. "
Marcus' tone turned cool. "I wouldn't characterize it that way, no. "
"Is there another way to characterize putting your dick in someone's ass?" Marcus' teeth latched onto his throat, bit and Thomas shuddered. "You're spoiling for a fight. Fine. How do you go about it with your little fiancee your mother wants to chain you to?"
"You leave her out of it. "
"Your mother I will gladly leave out of any discussion involving sex. However, with respect to this girl. . . have you made out? How did you get it up? Who would you fantasize about to make her think it was all about her?"
"You arrogant son of a -
"That's what I thought. "
Marcus caressed Thomas' balls as Thomas strained, moved backward to try to rub his ass against Marcus' erection. Marcus inserted his thigh between Thomas' knees and sat him down hard on it, latching his arm around his waist, the other around his chest again.
"You're not getting it now. You're going to walk around wanting it all day, your dick hard as a rock. Until tonight, when I get you off however I choose. " A Master's right, to deny, to punish, to reward. Thomas shuddered in his arms, struggling between desire and frustrated pride. "Please. . . " Thomas muttered it, but Marcus was far from a merciful mood.
"Hush. Be still. Just be still. I'm still trying to decide if I want to fuck you or drown you. "
"Could you fuck me first?"
Marcus chuckled. "Christ, you're priceless, pet. Just priceless. " His voice got throaty, and he pressed closer.
Thomas took a deep breath. He let himself float, held in Marcus' arms, feeling the long fingers idly caressing his body as they moved together with the flow of the surf.
