Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 01:08:07 -0400 (EDT)
From: PBURG12190@aol.com
Subject: I am Mark Anthony's Chapter 2

I am Mark  Anthony's
Chapter  2


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Mark Anthony began to pull his cock from my mouth as I  sucked the last
drops of him from it.  A wave of shame washed over me.  I can't believe what
just happened    things will never be the  same.  This was my entire  fault.
I made him do this to  me.  I wanted him to dominate  me.
We were both panting hard from the effort.  I was still on my knees but
also sitting  back. Mark Anthony's left hand still had a grip of my hair as I
knelt before  him.   I was looking down at  the ground as he pulled my head
back.  My eyes were closed.  I could  not face him. "Look at me" he ordered.
  As I opened my eyes I was met with  the most intense stare.  It was as
if he was looking right through me.  As if he was searching me for an answer.
 He was also processing what just  happened. Then his expression changed as
his answer came to him, he smirked and  cocked his head to the side as if
to say to himself "alright, if this is how  it's going to be?  I can do  this
"
I am now Mark Anthony's
Mark let go of his grip on my hair with a shove, also  pushing me away from
him.  He  started to reposition his cock inside his briefs and pull up the
zipper of his  camo pants as I remained kneeling at his feet.  Shame was
washing over me as I thought  of how I let another man treat me.  I didn't just
let him.  I  asked for it!  I offered to pay for  it!
Mark Anthony started talking not so much to me but to  himself, and at me.
"I need to take  a shower.  Fuck, I stink now and I'm  going to a party
tonight with Karen.  Clean this fucking place up!  Oh, and make sure that pile
of clothes is clean while you're at it.  Don't come up stairs till I'm
gone and  your done with what I told you to do.  Oh, and be gone before I get
home tonight.  I don't need her asking me why you're  here."
Mark Anthony turned to walk away, and then turned  back.  I was still on my
knees  slouched on the ground.  "Where's my  fucking money?"  He asked
coldly.
I looked up  at him.  "What?"  I asked not even being able to process  his
request.
"My Money, you freak!    I didn't do this for  free.  Where is the money
you owe  me?" he repeated.
I looked over at the old dresser under the stairs where I  had placed my
cell phone and wallet.  Mark Anthony walked over to my wallet and opened it.
His eyes widened as he counted the money  in my wallet.  There was $1200
dollars in there from a new tenant that I had just met.  She had given me cash
for her first  month's rent and security deposit.
He paged through the bills counting them.  I could see the wheels turning
in his  head.
"New tenant?" he questioned.   I just nodded.   `I'm taking $700. He
stated  bluntly
"Mark!  You  said it was $500" I cried out.  "I  need that money to pay
the bills!"
Mark Anthony walked back over to me.    He looked down at me.   I was
glaring at him as he started  to tell me how it's going to be.  "I  am going to
give you the courtesy this one time and explain to you how this is  going to
work."   He grabbed me  by the hair again and pulled me up to my feet.
Then he grabbed my throat and  jacked me up against the basement wall.   He
got up in my face and asked.  "Do I have your attention now?"
I nodded strongly.
"Good" he sneered.
He proceeded in a monologue not caring that he was  spitting on me as he
talked.
"First of all, I gave you four times more than what you  asked for.  This
was way more  valuable than $500.  As I see  it.  You owe me $2,000 and for
questioning me I am taking another $100.   You OK with that?"  I just nodded
in  submission.
"Second, no more of this nodding shit.  If I ask you a question I want you
to  answer.  I don't want there to be  any confusion in that fucked up brain
of yours of what I want and need.  You will address me by my name, and you
will do it with respect and obedience.  I do not need you calling me Sir or
Master.  But If I sense any disrespect towards me  there will be
consequences."
"Next, you will do what I say and when I say it.  You will do it without
question.  I don't care what it is.  If I give you a list, you will do it and
complete it.  No excuses.  You will make sure I have food.  You will do my
laundry and clean my  house.  You will shine my  shoes.  You will make sure
that all  of my needs and met before you even think of your own.  You will
anticipate my needs and you  better hope you get it right.  I now  see what
you are and what you are good for.  I am going to take full advantage of
this situation.  If I wish to beat  you, I will.  There may be no reason  but
for the fact that I want to and can. You will thank me for the beating when
I am done.  I will not apologize to  you and I don't care what you are
feeling.  I am not a fag and anything I do to you will be purely to enforce my
dominance over you.  Do you  understand me?
"Yes" I answered.   Mark Anthony raised an eyebrow at  my answer.   I
quickly  retorted.  "Yes Mark" he let go of  my throat he smirked an slapped my
face, "Your learning"     then he turned around and  started to walk away
peeling of his gloves and dropping them to the  ground.
I called after him, "Mark  Anthony?
He turned again, "What?"
"Thank you."  I answered sheepishly
With that he smirked again.   And walked up the stairs and  called over his
shoulder.  "Get this  shit done and you can go."
The basement door slammed and I started to pick up the  remnants of my
beating.  I can't  believe how turned on I am.     I just got beat and  used in
the most humiliating way and now I am hard as a rock.  I picked up the
gloves and placed them  on the dresser so Mark Anthony could find them easily.  I
threw away the tape that he used on  me. I proceeded to sort his laundry as
I heard the shower upstairs turn on.  He was cleansing his body.  Getting
ready to go out with his  girlfriend and here I was in his basement, like
some gimp out of pulp fiction,  doing his laundry.  I placed the  whites in the
washer but did not turn it on.  I didn't want to disturb the flow of  water
to his shower.
God I was horny.  I kneelt back down on the concrete floor and proceeded to
pull out my  hard cock and beat myself off.   I picked up one of his socks
and brought it to my nose.  Inhaling his scent as I brought myself  to a
climax thinking of how he just fulfilled my greatest fantasies.
I came.   Wave over wave of pleasure surged  through me as I proceeded to
have the most intense orgasm, shooting across the  concrete floor.  I inhaled
deeper  from the sock.  I could not get  enough of this man.   It was  like
an addiction.  Like crack, and  my drug that I needed to live was him.
I was brought back to reality as I heard the water heater  creak as Mark
Anthony must have been done with his shower.   I proceeded to turn on the
washer  and start the tasks that he instructed me to do.   I stayed in the
basement as he got  ready to go out with Karen.   I  washed his clothes and
cleaned the basement.   I took care to inspect each item  for stains and treat
them.
"Jerry!"   I heard Mark Anthony yell from his living room.  "Get up here."
  I rounded the corner to his living  room and he was sitting on his couch
his royal blue dress shirt was unbuttoned  showing his chest and abs.   He
had on a pair of tight black Levi jeans and he was pulling on a pair of
black  Goldtoe socks. His black curly hair was still damp and was combed back.
I could smell him and he smelled  clean and he looked awesome.
Mark Anthony began rubbing his foot through his  sock.  He looked up at me
standing  in front of him.  "That has a pretty  intense session...ha?  I 'm
actually  tired from the beating I gave you."  He was speaking to me like what
just happened was no big deal.  As if it was an everyday  occurrence.  "You
alright?" he asked
"Yeah" I answered softly as I watched him rubbing his  foot.
"You want to do this for me?"  He asked raising his eyebrows.  "I could use
a good foot rub after what  I did to you today."
I knelt down on the hardwood floor as he stretched out  his feet to me.  I
began to massage  the arch in his foot as he placed his other foot on my
shoulder resting his  ankle there.   I was looking  down at his foot that I was
rubbing and paying complete attention to my  task.   My heart was beating
hard.  I was feeling my submission  to him in every cell of my body.  I
could feel the welts on my back from his belt.  The pain was searing into my
soul  reminding me of my place to him.  What I was doing was so wrong in
society's eyes, but it felt so right to  me.  I would do anything to please  him.
 I wanted to be a tool for him  to use to make his life better.  I  don't
think anyone would understand this sick fantasy of mine but it did feel
right to me.
He used his foot to tap the side of my head to get my  attention.  "You
done with what I  told you to do?"
"Almost, Mark Anthony" I  answered.
"Good" he stated, as if this was normal.  "Put the clothes away in my room,
and  straighten up my room.  I want it to  look good for when I bring Karen
home to fuck her.   Make sure it looks good.  I don't want to have to give
you a  beating again so soon after the last one.  I bet your back hurts?
Turn around let me see it."
He pulled his foot from me as I turned so he could see my  back.   "Damn!
Those strap marks look angry; I really  did a number on you."  He reached
out to touch my back, running his finger across the ridges of the welts.   I
flinched as he explored his  handy work.   It hurt to have  him touch me,
but I did not pull away.  He was amazed at what he accomplished.  "I can't
believe you would want  this?  I would never let someone do  this to me.  Wow,
that one broke the  skin."
I closed my  eyes and accepted the pain as he expressed his feelings about
the last session,  I listened to him talk as if I was being hypnotized by
his voice.  Make sure you take care of those after  you're done with my stuff.

He grabbed a pair of black Florsheim dress boots and  pulled them onto his
feet.   I  looked at him and wished I was those boots.   He stood up in
front of me and  patted the side of my head.
"Make sure you do a good job. If you do, you will like  what I have for
you.   But, you will be sorry if you  don't."  With that he smirked and
walked out the door.   He then  closed the door, .leaving me to tend to his
belongings.
I am Mark Anthony's