Chapter Three

Some time passed, and finally Sam said, "I could have beaten you if you didn't surprise me." A little smirk creased his face.

Charlie laughed. "I dunno, man. I got you pretty easily."

"Let's find out." Sam stood then, his dick once again inches from Charlie's face.

Fuck it. "Why not!" Sam wordlessly motioned to Charlie's shirt, which Charlie then removed. Now they both stood totally naked.

They moved to the center of the living room and down on their knees, on the small rug that covered a bit of the hardwood floor. "It's not over until one of us taps," Sam said as an order rather than a suggestion. Charlie nodded, nervous suddenly.

That shine was in Sam's grey eyes again as he lunged at Charlie, easily pushing him to the ground with his bodyweight. Charlie was stunned to realize that within a second, he was on his back, Sam's body laying heavily on his like a blanket. His arms were pinned together above his head by the wrists.

Sam laid on Charlie, his dick squished against Charlie's stomach. Charlie **** himself to get back in the fight, and he bucked his hips. Sam rolled to the floor and was pounced on instantly. This back-and-forth went on in roughly the same way for several difficult minutes, until they were both slick with sweat, and panting hard.

Charlie's strength was fading, and Sam did not appear to be as tired as he felt. He closed his eyes to blink away a bead of burning sweat, and in that same moment Sam had jumped back on top of Charlie's chest, facing the man's legs. Charlie gasped as he felt a powerful sting on his cock. Sam had smacked him! Before he could escape, Sam slapped his dick forcefully many more times. Charlie tried to smack Sam's ass on his chest, but could generate no ****.

Sam showed no mercy, and delivered a beating to Charlie's throbbing dick as the man kicked his legs weakly. But suddenly, Sam was beside Charlie, rolling him to his stomach, and planting him down with a knee in his lower back. He proceeded to spank Charlie's exposed and sweating butt as the man whimpered and wiggled on the floor.

Finally, Charlie could take no more. "Stop, stop! You win!" he cried out. Sam grinned, out of breath. A drop of sweat fell from his chin and splattered on the floor. He rolled Charlie over to his back, who was too broken to fight back.

"You're mine for the night. Try again tomorrow," Sam whispered into his ear. His body tingled all over.

Sam sat on the leather couch once again, not bothering to dry himself off. Charlie noticed with a gasp that he tried to hide, that a drop of pre-cum was glistening on the tip of Sam's hard cock.

Trying to shake off the delicious humiliation of being beaten, he stood and moved to the couch. Sam stopped him with a hand on his hip. "You don't get to sit up here, boy. Get up here, on your hands and knees, and stick that butt up in the air at me." An evil smile was spread across his face.

"But..." Charlie stuttered, and was met with a quick smack on his dick. He howled, but took the lesson. Head hung in shame, he crawled up beside Sam. He got as comfortable as he could on his elbows and knees, face smashed into the cushion as his ass pointed up at his "owner." He was grateful for his face being hidden, because he could feel the embarrassment literally radiating off of him.

"See? That's not so bad," Sam teased with a giggle. Charlie huffed defiantly. He jumped when he felt something on his ass. Was that . . . a marker?!

"Wait, what are you doing?!" he pleaded, and Sam patted his butt.

"Well, for the time being, I own you. And I want to decorate you, silly." Charlie felt the marker trace cold lines across his ass that cooled his still-hot body. "No moving." He froze as still as he could, even as the marker moved from his cheeks, down onto his balls, and still further down the length of his leaking cock. He shuddered and moaned, and blushed immediately at his own reaction.

Finally Sam was done with his masterpiece. When it was all dry, he traced every single line with his finger. Charlie shook and gasped when Sam reached his dick. Sam chuckled, and playfully wiggled Charlie's cock back and forth like a pendulum for a moment. Charlie burned and ached for more, but Sam did not oblige.

Instead, he relaxed back into the couch. "Go get me a drink." Charlie stood, and was spanked hard on the right ass cheek. "Nuh-uh. Pets crawl." He's enjoying this too much, Charlie thought.

But for some reason, he wanted to be a good boy. He sunk to his hands and knees. A huge, goofy grin never left Sam as he watched every second of Charlie's naked journey to the kitchen. With no other options, Charlie held a bottle of water by the cap in his mouth, and returned to the couch. "Good boy," Sam cooed, and patted Charlie on the head. He moved his hand down Charlie's back like he was petting a dog, and Charlie shivered. He stayed on the floor between Sam's legs for a long time, basking in the attention.

Eventually, Sam patted the cushion beside him, and Charlie hopped up. He followed Sam's guiding hand, and ended up laying curled up on the couch, his head resting on Sam's tattooed thigh. His face was less than an inch from Sam's dick, which was soft now and still impressive even then. Charlie never took his eyes from it, simply fascinated.

He was taken suddenly by the entire moment. Sam absentmindedly petted his side and leg as they watched a movie that they both grew up obsessing over, and for the first time in a long time, even with the insanity of this whole day, he felt happy in this moment.