Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 13:34:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Ted M Subject: Taking Mark's Virginity: What's In a Name? Part 3 The duct tape comes off my feet first, two rapid slices through the thick, sticky gray, then off my wrists and the blindfold is off and it all happens in about 40 seconds or less because suddenly I'm sitting in his arms, my Vin. I'm sitting in his arms! Vin! I can feel my entire body trembling all over, still terrified of Gator and upset because how close it came to being someone other than Him. "Okay, Marky." He whispers into me. "You're okay, man. You're with me now. I'm here, baby. Vin's here." I am trying to calm down and it helps to look around. I guess they were cowboy boots after all. They're on the floor a few feet away. Huh. I pictured those expensive alligator boots. There's a big wrench way over there on the floor near Fredi's station and boy did it freak me out when that noise happened on the far side. I guess Vin had the wrench on him and then threw it over there to make it seem like there was someone else with us. The cowboy boots were sitting over there on the floor, I bet, when we first got here in the van. Then when he was 'being Darth,' he walked over there and put them on. And the stereo light is blinking on -- the one they use in the shop. He must have put in a CD of men talking quiet and then used the remote to turn it on. It was probably a podcast or even Click and Clack from NPR. Oh man, he did good. I told him I wanted to try an abduction fantasy sometime and he went all out. He's like a professor of psychology, my Vin. We agreed that I couldn't know which night it was. But it wouldn't be a night where I had a big paper due the next day or we were meeting the guys for dinner. And he pulled it off. Holy shit! The walki talkie! Pretending to have conversations in low voices with other men in the room when he was just doing the voices himself! All that talk about drugs and the ex-cons...the story was the sex and the sex was the story. Faking getting pulled over by the cops was genius, because that freaked me out, made me feel more vulnerable, more helpless, and I bet I exhausted myself twitching and twisting in the back of his van. He used a flashing light probably right near my head to give the impression of a police light flashing. He really is the master of seduction. Oh man! I bet he didn't even pretend the cop encounter was over until he could see I had exhausted myself trying to make a sound! He's real watchful that way. Fucker. There were times tonight when I truly, truly believed that there were multiple people here. The way he drove the van in short little bursts, Gator's cologne -- ah -- there's an ugly neck tie right over there. I bet he was going to wear the necktie while he was fucking me but we never got that far. I bet it's soaked in cologne and he just carried it around when he was pretending to be Gator. Gross. The Darth Vader voice. It was quite a show. He even fucked my mouth differently and shot on my face! Oh man...he was really fucking with my head. "You got me, Vin." I tell him when I can breathe again, something close to normal. "I was pretty confused about it at a couple points." He rubs my back up and down my spine. This time we went pretty far. "Scared?" he asks. "Not now." I am breathing his air, now, and it's okay. I smell him, the true smell of him, and it's all okay. He's quiet and keeps stroking me until I am all myself again. "You cum smelled funny." I say quietly. He grins at me, his wolfy grin. "I've been pounding asparagus for two days in secret. Could you smell it?" "Yeah." I say quietly. "It was gross." He chuckles and keeps stroking my back, long, slow Vin strokes. "You were pretty good to get that duct tape off in the van." He tells me. "I didn't expect that." "Yeah?" I smile and I keep smelling him. I need the smell of him to keep me grounded. "Yeah. You're like 'MarkGyver.'" "Huh?" "Nevermind." He groans. "Old TV reference." We're quiet for a minute more. "What was your first job when you got to Minneapolis?" I ask. I just want to hear his voice. "I worked at a gas station as a clerk. A Super America." Vin says to me. "I quit because I hated the manager." "How long did you work there?" I ask, my heart rate almost normal again. "Two hours." Vin says and chuckles. "But in my defense, he was totally a dick." He runs his hand through my hair and kisses my forehead. "Why'd you stop the scene?" he murmurs into me in a sexy voice. "Did I push you too far? Did my rough talk about the ex-cons and the drug business freak you out?" I pause. Wait. I want to say this right -- just right. "It was almost...someone other than you." I tell him right into his ear. "Inside me. Almost." He considers this for a moment. "But it was me..." he gently protests. "No it wasn't." I tell him and this is important. I make him look into my eyes and I'm holding his face with both of my hands. Come back, Vin. Come back to me. "It wasn't you. Don't you see, Vin? It wasn't you. And it can only be you. Only you." Does he get it now? That not Kevin, not a rugby team, not anybody but him. And not even him when he's being someone horrible who isn't him, someone who doesn't have any kindness. Are you getting this, Vin? He's looking at me and it's his grief-boy eyes he's showing me, where he's saying, 'Don't lie to me. Please. Don't do it.' This is it. We won't get another chance. So I've got to love him and show no mercy. "Only you." I tell him firmly right into that soft and vulnerable place in his eyes. It's like an arrow when I say those two words, strong and sharp and it's going right to that hurt, angry grief-boy and it's going to bleed out. I'm going to make it dead. Good. Because it's time, it's finally time that he gets this truthful fact: I'm his. I'm all his. And I won't compete against the grief boy ghost from a dead life. I am tired of a ghost who does not belong in our home from a past I do not know. You can't come here anymore, grief-boy. Vin's mine. There's a rumbling sound like the trembling in my body got transferred into him. But inside him it's not fear because I think what just happened is that last little squishy balloon of doubt I popped with my love arrow was all that was holding back the rest of Vin's love. Uh oh. I think he got it. And it's coming out through his eyes now, his blue eyes are icy and strong HOLY SHIT they're strong! and there's this burning around the rims like orange sparks because wow, he's on fire now and - HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! I'm up in the air and I'm wrapped around him, his strong hand clamped on my neck and his beefy arm wrapped around my waist and I'm bouncing up and down, trying to stay with him while he's burning me with his eyes! All the while he's striding forward, long strides and you'd think he was late for a corporate meeting instead of marching so strong across the cement floor gripping a naked 22 year old guy holding on for dear life! HOLY SHIT! And then, he puts me on the hood of his own midnight blue car, his precious Subaru, with a soft thud and HOLY SHIT his eyes are on fire and he's not messing around anymore, he throws up my legs! I'm sure my face is totally surprised right now because this is new. Oh, I've seen Vin in power, before...but this flavor of power is new! Maybe it's one of our spirit babies coming back home. Maybe his heart has a Beatles song in it that it never really paid attention to before now or there's a color that didn't exist for him. But I'm totally happy because Vin believes, he finally believes! And wow, from now on we're never going to fight about me not sleeping with someone else! Hey, how cool is that? And with his thick hands clamped on my ankles he's breathing heavy, his golden, fuzzy chest actually heaving while his cock is grazing hard at my back door, sliding granite against my butt crack and it's like some Roman soldier is pounding on the door. And man is it wet. Precum slick all the way down, which means, yeah, he's totally here with me. Right now. Him and me and the color that has no name. And that's when it happens -- he shoves all of his Daddy dick in me -- all at ONCE! and my eyes pop wide. HOLY SHIT! I don't understand him, how he can do this -- make me feel like I'm that 19 year old virgin kid he fucked in a cheap motel room, but every now and then, he fucks me and it's like a new part of him has shown up and is discovering me all over again. And air comes out of me like a wheeze because he can make his dick feel 13 inches long even when it's only 7. And that's power. Those extra inches -- that's power. That's what a man standing in his power can do. And my man...well, he owns his power like a mother fucking Roman soldier. He's my Roman, my ancient Roman warrior. He's this warrior king who can wield a spear like -- Ow! Oh! Like -- Ow! Like that! Wow! - and this is the man who juggles bananas when I need a study break. He loves me he loves- Ow! He's my brutal wild man right now, and he's sweating already because this exertion is what it takes to harness all of your power, and to bring it up from the earth, pounding through the balls of toes and straight to your balls. Ow! Ow! Oh my god, Vin! HOLY SHIT! And wow, he's grunting like this wolf, this growling thing with his bristly blond hairs on his shoulders and up neck, dew drops of sweat glistening on them, the industrial lights making his whole back glow. My Roman Wolf - And my -- Ow! Ow! Oh -- OH my GOD that's where -- Oh! Oh...oh my god. Ow! I remember him cumming a few minutes ago. But I kind of lost my train of thought of what I was thinking before that. It's all a blur now. I could only hear these drum beats and chanting. I don't even know, right now, how much time passed. Maybe it was only fifteen minutes. I don't really know. But I remember the noise he made when it happened, it was like this birth of an animal, a big handsome bear with faded scars on his left side of his head, scars he once laughingly told me were made by a 'mob.' And it was a sound totally raw and like ripping flesh and despite the fact that it was unearthly, it was totally human. I cried because it was so scary and beautiful. It was like something brutally strong and gooey exploding in me all of me and this powerful man was using me to get there, I helped do this. I helped unlock this. And he clomped his teeth onto my neck and then I started spurting at the same time. I don't know exactly when Vin found out he could make that happen, but it's like my secret nerve right to my nuts because I feel him biting me in that one spot on my shoulder and then my cum jets out of my cock in total confusion like, wait -- what just happened? And his juice was flying too, inside me and it was one of his big loads, the big ones! Oh yeah, of course it was, because there were a hundred guys with him fucking me, all his spirit brothers and they were getting their nut through me. All those men, all of them fucking me through him, and I guess that's what happens when you're channeling an ancient Roman warrior, the whole damn squadron shows up in their spirit forms and say, 'You done with that? 'Cause I'm totally ready to jump in.' I was crying because I was being fucked so hard and deep by so many men at once. And they're all coming through Him, my Vin. They're all blowing their nuts out through my man, and I can't breathe because I'm so fucking filled up with his love. All his love. One day he told me a story about the kings who met on this invisible force field or ancestral place of I don't know, green grass and sparkling energy, the kings who remembered, which was beautiful and new age-y and a little weird. But I believe now. I believe. 'Cause right now every single one of them have a hand on his shoulder saying, 'Do it. Do him, give him every drop.' And he's worried that I would want sex with someone else because they have bigger penis or a sexy tattoo? Yeah, right. Oh man, Vin's panting down my wet back, these lupine sort of pants and I get a thrill of nerve sensations down my spine. And there's this wet squishy feeling between my poor abused butt and his big strong dick and what can I say? I love it. Oh man, he just doesn't ever quit tweaking my body. He just doesn't quit. He's my Papa Wolf and I'm his cub and my eager panting is echoing his ragged breath. Like I would ever give this up. And then he's breathing more regular, and I can feel each of those soft inches sliding out of me, until there's just the head and he makes me look into his eyes before he pulls out completely because the Roman soldier inside of him wants to let me know this truthful fact: 'I'm leaving now, but I'll be back. Whenever I feel like it.' And then he leaves me and I totally shudder. But I'll call him back to me again. He'll come back to me. "Oh man." He groans. "Oh my god..." "It was okay." I pant back at him. He looks at me sharply, a laughing scowl on his face. "Okay, okay..." I close my eyes and fall back onto the hood of Vin's well-fucked car. "Maybe it was in the Top 5. I'll check the list at home." "C'mere." He says. I inch up to him and you know what? I think that was maybe longer than 15 minutes because I'm all sore and that doesn't usually happen within the first 15 minutes. I mean, I was taught better than that. I was trained by a king. And he kisses me, my Vin. I'm pretty sure we made a spirit baby that time, so I make a wish. I wish Vin would tell me his real name. No, not the actual letters and revealing what 'Vin' is short for...I know that. I want to know who he was when he was 20. Or 10. The name of him then so to speak, when Malcolm found him. Who was he? Who was my Vin? Come back, spirit baby. Come back to us. And when we break from the kiss, we're panting again, and my mouth tastes like sperm because I guess he caught a few globs of mine on his face and in his mouth. "Oh my god." He grins at me. Yeah, that fuck was definitely in our Top 5. "I am so fucking hungry right now." He smiles like a wolf. "I swear, I could eat an entire Chipotle burrito right now. I'm so fucking hungry." When we have sex, it makes him hungry. And when we have sex, I always feel super full and totally alive. Like I might burst open with love if I'm not careful. "A Chipotle Grill burrito?" I ask and blink my eyes. His eyes flinch open a bit in questioning surprise. "With corn salsa and extra guacamole?" I ask him innocently. He makes this goon-dog face at me, the big dork. I laugh because he makes damn funny faces sometimes. "There's a burrito for you in my back pack." I twist his ear. "I bought it earlier 'cause I figured you might be hungry. We kind of fought all our way through the dinner hour and I figured you were so upset that you forgot to eat, didn't you?" He kisses me again, a wet and sloppy kiss and this is a happy kiss because he's totally in love and that last little bit of doubt finally croaked. "But my car is still in downtown St. Paul." I tell him, grinning. "'Cause I got abducted tonight." Vin laughs and pulls me off the hood of the car. He pulls my naked body next to mine and then he kisses me in a way that makes me dizzy. Maybe I will never know why he is -- ooops, was -- so nervous about being this much in love. I think it's awesome. I look behind me and there's new dents. "Uh oh." I say. "I'll take care of that tomorrow at work." He says. "They're small." I hope he wipes up the sperm dripping down the front grill. We're walking or limping to where our clothes are. He brought me fresh ones for the ones he cut off me. Oh. That's why he suggested I wear the shirt he knows I don't like. Well, that's cool. But I guess I have to find some new underwear for him to have as his favorites. Actually, that'll be fun. "You better not have thrown one of Fredi's wrenches." I warn him. "Are you kidding?" he grumbles. "I like my testicles attached, thank you." I put on my shirt and he's in his jeans and he's sitting in the metal chair to pull on his normal work boots. It's a good thing he brought his normal boots because we're going to give away the Gator cowboy boots. They're never coming in the house again. I go and sit in his lap. I don't want to go home just yet. I want to soak in this moment, for him to soak in it too. He stops and puts his arms around me, bounces me on his lap until his soft cock is right there, right at my round butt. "Do you want to clean up?" he asks me. I know what he means. "Nope." I tell him. "I'll carry 'em home." He grins and waggles his eyebrows, the big horndog, because he loves it when I want to carry his babies inside me. I have to, tonight. Especially tonight. It's our Wedding Night. 'Come back, Vin.' I've been telling him all along since right after I read his napkin note and the singing began in my heart. 'Come back to me.' And tonight he did - he gave all of himself, even the part he was holding back because he was afraid I'd leave him. Now we're joined. Up until now we were just engaged. But I'm naming this as our Wedding Night. It happened tonight. It's important that things have names, like special nights or your man's favorite smile. Or maybe the two of you give things names together, like spirit babies made with love and you watch the names come true. But then again, Vin is best at naming some things on his own. He named our dogs and he picked them just right and I was totally nervous because he named them after restaurants. Oh and King names. That's Vin's job. He still hasn't told me mine. But he will. Sometimes you have to be patient for a name to show up and reveal itself. Oh wait -- that reminds me. "I think we need another dog." Vin groans. "Another one?" I kiss him on the nose. "Yeah...they need an older brother. A big quieter dog to help show them how to grow up. I bet there's one at the shelter that nobody wants. Just a St. Paul workin' dog workin' his way into retirement. Maybe an old police dog." He frowns at me with his eyebrows arched and he's working through something. He's always working through things in his head. He thinks about everything way too much. But that's okay. I'm training him on that too. "I love you, Marky." He says to me slowly. I snuggle up into his chest and feel his sweat soak into my shirt. Vin kisses my neck very gently and that means we're gonna get another dog. It's my wedding present. He knows what happened here tonight. Vin knows. "I love you, Melvin." I whisper into his ear. He flinches a little because I almost never use his real name. Nobody calls him Melvin. That's why we use it as the safe word when we play out fantasy stuff. *** Feedback and comments welcome and appreciated. mpls_ted@yahoo.com SPECIAL FEATURE MATERIALS - JUST LIKE ON A DVD! I got a lot of email about this story asking why Mark had to be in 'danger,' why this story was so different from the others, and a lot of questions about the 'clues' in the story, clues from readers who 'knew something was up,' but did not know what it meant or that it was Vin. In response, I created 2 documents but I would not force them on anyone or even post them to nifty. (Sometimes knowing too much can ruin a story.) But if you're interested, I will email them to you. Doc #1: CLUES In Chapter 1 there are approximately 61 clues that it's Vin doing this. Weird little word games, sentences Mark says, indicators that it's Vin. In Chapter 2, there are 56 clues that it's Vin. Well...I may have miscounted that one. But close to 56. The document I put together is a Word document and you can go through it and see all the clues - I highlighted them in yellow and added little commentary to them. It's kinda fun. Doc #2: FAQ A couple readers noticed and commented on how there's a second story happening here. There's a story behind the story. Yup. Once you discover in this chapter that it was all Vin, then go back and reread it. There's a second story here. Masculine archetype energy: most noticeably the warrior and the lover battle it out over the future of the relationship. So I put together a few words on how Mark and Vin embody archetypes, symbolism, and it describes THE REAL story happening this night in the garage. Sure it was an abduction fantasy. But there was another more dangerous story unfolding too. Unfortunately I don't know how to make either of these a .pdf file. But if someone wants to convert these to a .pdf and then send them back to me, I'd be happy to email those instead. Email me and ask for what you want. I'm happy to share.