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sidI do have ~2500 words of a Daniel/jack D/s fic, unbetated and really just getting to the good part.
This is the new!kink that I started writing last year some time. I'll clean it up and crosspost when it's completed.
Jack walked slowly into the living room, his head swimming with erotic images. Daniel was sprawled on the couch with a book. Jack used the arm of the couch and the edge of the coffee table to lower himself onto his knees.
Daniel looked up. “What is it?”
Jack licked his lips. “I found something online….”
Daniel grinned. “A new toy?”
“I guess. Maybe.”
Daniel closed his book, holding his place with a finger. “But maybe not?”
Jack was silent for a few seconds, and then blurted out, “I want it. I think.”
“Okay, I’m intrigued. What is it you think you want?”
“Sounds,” Jack answered softly, feeling his face flushing.
Daniel’s brows rose. “As in urethral? Well, yes, obviously that’s what you’re talking about… right?” He scratched his head.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Daniel bit his lip. “I’ve never worked with sounds, Jack.”
“Want to?” Jack asked, half-nervously, half-imploringly.
“Let me think about it.” Daniel re-opened his book.
Jack silently lowered himself from his knees to the carpet and shifted around until he was sitting with his back against the couch. He bowed his head as Daniel’s hand buried itself in his hair.
~~~~
Jack knew better than to bring the subject up again, but four days of ‘thinking’ seemed a little excessive, especially to a guy whose brain, when at leisure, was pretty much obsessed with the subject at hand. The pictures he’d seen, the size of some of the objects he’d seen being inserted, the very thought of Daniel invading him so intimately.
Tuning forks, for God’s sake. Tuning forks.
Jack hadn’t been able to stop himself from going back to look again at some of the pictures he’d found, to read more, to search for new stuff to gape at, shivering with hopeful anticipation. But he stopped doing that after the first day, because getting all worked up with no hope of relief wasn’t very much fun at all when he was doing it to himself. He wasn’t allowed to masturbate, didn’t really want to, and he couldn’t exactly go up to Daniel with a raging hard-on and say, “Do me.” Yeah, that would go over well.
And begging wouldn’t get him anywhere, because even when he wanted Jack to beg it didn’t mean that Daniel would give him what he was asking for, the rotten, adorable bastard. That had been one of the harder things for Jack to come to grips with back in the early days. It wasn’t easy to beg and sound sincere about it when you were bracing yourself for rejection and denial. After he started falling in love it got easier; it all made more sense to him. Render unto Caesar, and everything was now Caesar’s. Tears, pain, obedience, bodily fluids, thoughts and desires, pleas from the heart.
And now Jack had an untouched portion of his body he wanted desperately to render unto Daniel, if only Daniel wanted to claim it.
~~~~
“Here’s the thing, Jack.”
They’d just finished breakfast and Jack was getting up to clear the table when Daniel told him to sit back down and listen for a minute.
“I’m not coming near you with a sound unless I’ve been properly instructed on how to use one. I’ve been talking to someone I knew in Denver: a Dom who’s been using sounds for years; and he’s willing to show me everything I need to know.”
Excitement curled in Jack’s belly, and his cock twitched. He licked his lips.
“I want you to be clear on what that means, Jack. That means that he’d be demonstrating on you.”
“What?” Jack felt like a door had just been slammed in his face.
“Every penis is unique. I’d want to know how to handle yours, not some other guy’s.”
“So he’d…?”
“Be joining us. We’d be letting him into our relationship. A one-time deal. You would be naked and collared, just as you are now, bearing my marks. You would submit to him as you do to me. He wouldn’t take advantage of that, Jack. That would be his due, but he’d know his place. He knows you’re mine, and mine exclusively. But he would have my permission to touch you intimately. He’d be the one to insert the first sound that you’ll ever experience.”
“It should be you,” Jack said, feeling an indefinable sense of loss.
“That wouldn’t be safe. I’m responsible for your safety and this is my answer. Do you still want to try this?”
Jack wanted to say, ‘let me think about it,’ but instead he said, “Give me a second.”
Daniel reached over and touched his hand. “I’ll give you as long as it takes to clear the table.”
Rotten, adorable bastard.
Jack pushed back his chair and stood up, pointedly holding up his fork for Daniel to see before taking it over to the sink. Daniel was laughing quietly when Jack returned to pick up his knife.
As he removed the breakfast items one by one, placing dishes in the sink and food in the fridge, Jack tried to picture himself submitting to a stranger. He didn’t like the idea. He didn’t like the idea of his relationship with Daniel laid bare, of himself laid bare, of strange hands….
On the other hand, it would be a little like going to the doctor. Strange hands, but capable and knowledgeable and presumably impersonal ones. This wouldn’t be some bozo from off the street who would be judging how they chose to live their lives; this would be a Dom who understood those choices.
Jack wiped off the table and rinsed the dishcloth out, hanging it to dry. He turned to face Daniel, leaning back against the sink. “I’m maybe a little bit obsessed,” he said.
Daniel smiled knowingly. “So that’s a yes.”
“Yeah. You obviously trust this guy. I trust you. I’m not thrilled by the idea of somebody else….” Jack waved a hand.
“You’re mine,” Daniel said coolly.
“Always,” Jack agreed quietly.
Daniel smiled again. “Come and sit.”
The damp surface of the table was chilly against Jack’s bare arms. He lifted his hands and put them in his lap, clutched together.
“If we’re going to do this, we have two choices. Either Robert comes here, or we go to Denver.” Daniel pushed his glasses up. “To a club, not his home.”
“A club.” Jack almost couldn’t breathe. The club scene was an exotic mystery to him, one that Daniel didn’t talk about often.
“He would give us some private time. Unless you’d prefer an audience?” Daniel’s lips quirked. “Robert would be happy to oblige.”
“Hey, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea of the three of us. I… no way.” Jack clenched his hands tighter together and looked Daniel in the eye. “Not for him, anyway.”
Daniel leaned back in his chair and his eyes sparkled. “You’d allow yourself to be put on display if I asked you to?”
Jack raised one hand and traced a pattern on the table. “Nah. You’d have to order me to.”
Daniel laughed. “Well, I have a birthday coming up!”
Jack grinned and ducked his head, feeling his skin heat up as he flushed, picturing himself as the center of attention while Daniel bound him, or spanked him. Or would Daniel be the center of attention for some, as they studied and admired his technique?
“You would be on display in Denver though, to a certain extent. There are expectations, if not precisely ‘rules’, and I assume I still have a reputation to uphold. I would make sure that everyone could see at a glance that you belonged to me.”
Well, now, that was a tone of voice he didn’t hear from Daniel very often, and Jack’s toes were literally curling against the cool tile of the kitchen floor. He sighed. “Part of me likes that idea like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Oh, I think I would.”
“Yeah.” They stared at each other. “I guess you would at that.”
“But that’s not what you want. You’re a private man.”
“Do you miss that life?” Jack asked.
Daniel looked off to the side for a second. “No, I don’t miss it, but I do think about it sometimes.”
Jack frowned. “You mean with me?”
Daniel frowned back at him. “My daydreams are my own. No answer to that question would make you happy, would it?”
“I suppose not,” Jack realized. “Ask me sometime about my club daydreams, though.”
“I’ll make a note of that,” Daniel said, gazing at Jack appraisingly. “But meanwhile, Robert comes here?”
Jack spread his hands. “Why are you asking me, anyway?”
Daniel made a face. “It’s the first time you’ve asked me for something that I can’t give you. I had to let you be the one to decide whether we were going forward with it, or not.”
“Okay, yeah, but the club thing? You could have just decided on that. I’d do it,” Jack finished softly.
“I’d be within my rights to decide to take you to the club, but bringing someone into our home?” Daniel shook his head. “That needs to be a mutual decision.”
“And we’ve decided?”
“I’ll talk to Robert and get it set up.”
“Thanks,” Jack said, suddenly feeling a little off-balance. “How soon do you think…?”
“Soon,” Daniel promised. He grinned. “I’m maybe a little obsessed now myself!”
~~~~
Daniel was supplying Jack, a sterile towel, a tray and a suitable table, and Robert would supply everything else and bill them accordingly.
Daniel had promised to supply Jack in a suitable condition – clean and flaccid.
“I’ll start you off with Dittel sounds,” Robert had told him. “They’re the basic model. It’s going to be better if he’s not erect, so just get him off however you want and then wash his cock afterwards with some anti-bacterial soap. And I’ll see you at eight.”
So at seven, Daniel had Jack strapped down on the bondage table they’d spent a small fortune on six months ago, that was kept in the basement room that had become their playroom. There was nothing like bondage to get Jack into the right headspace, and they’d be using the same table for administering the sounds, so Daniel thought Jack might be inclined to be less tense if he’d recently gotten off on said table.
There were anchor points all around the sides of the table for restraints of all varieties, and Daniel was pulling out all the stops. Chains, actual chains criss-crossed Jack’s torso, pinning his arms, moving with each breath he took. His wrists and ankles were bound in leather cuffs. Straps wrapped around Jack’s knees and pulled them out to the side, splaying his thighs wide.
For a final touch, Daniel stretched a leather thong between Jack’s feet and tied the ends to his big toes. “Give that a try,” he told Jack quietly.
Jack flexed his feet and the thong pulled taut, and held. Jack’s eyes, peaceful above the ball gag that filled his mouth, showed Daniel his pleasure as much as his erection did. More, even. Mind and body united and given over to Daniel for release.
But there was no need to rush. Daniel spent a few minutes just surveying his handiwork, walking around the table and testing bonds that needed no testing, watching Jack wince with enjoyment each time a part of his body moved at a pull from Daniel’s hand. At the top of the table, Daniel paused to ruffle Jack’s hair, to trace the outline of his stretched lips. He leaned over and stared into Jack’s eyes.
Jack’s chest rose and fell on a deep inhalation, and the chains clanked slightly.
“I’m going to mark you now,” Daniel told Jack, still holding his gaze. “I’m going to let Robert see, plain and clear, what you are to me.”
Jack’s eyes slid closed.
“For once these marks won’t be to remind you, or to please me. They’re my brand on you.” Daniel found that his voice was shaking a little, and he took a deep breath, getting himself back under control. “You have my permission to come.”
Jack’s head tilted back, displaying the strong arch of his throat.
Daniel picked up the riding crop.
~~~~
Back on the table he’d just recently left, but things were different now. Only his hands were bound, and not to the table but to his thighs. His burning thighs, striped with the marks Daniel had laid down with the riding crop. That had been all it took. He’d been so keyed up with the anticipation of something new, so turned on by the bondage, so sensitized by the sting of the crop. He’d shot without warning, unable to speak. Maybe the roll of his head had cued Daniel, because his mouth had covered Jack’s cock within seconds, sucking, sucking. Sucking him dry, leaving him limp.
And so he’d laid there while Daniel released his bonds, pliable and silent, still gagged, breathing deeply and easily through his nose.
“You’re to call him ‘Sir’,” Daniel told him.
“Speak when spoken to.”
“Don’t ask him questions. Signal me.”
And then the gag came out and Daniel got him off the table and led him to the shower, where Jack leaned against the wall and let Daniel carefully wash him while the warmth of the water and Daniel’s love seeped into his bones.
And now he was dried off, back on the table and strangely relaxed. And the doorbell was ringing.
“We’ll be right back,” Daniel promised him, kissing him before he headed for the stairs.
Jack listened to Daniel’s footsteps up the stairs, heard the floorboard outside the kitchen creak. Didn’t hear the front door being opened, but heard it shut. Heard the vague murmur of voices and Daniel’s laugh.
What a way to meet someone for the first time: flat on his back, wearing nothing but his collar. Oh, and the thigh-wrist restraints. No shaking hands, then. The voices were at the top of the stairs now. Not that Jack would have been expected to shake hands. Daniel thought it was best for him to be on the table already, so that he wouldn’t be expected to do anything. No performance required. Not like Denver would’ve been, where he might’ve been parading around like this for everyone to see, not just one man.
Jack’s performance at the moment consisted of not turning his head to watch Robert as he entered the room. He took a deep breath, and missed the chains. Clank, clank.
“Robert, this is Jack.”
“Hello, Jack.”
“Hello, Sir.”
TBC
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 04:13 am (UTC)Yay!
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 04:16 am (UTC)The only fail is the failure to finish on April 30th, but I opted to post what I had, since it was just porny enough. *g*
Thanks for the encouraging words!
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 04:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: May. 1st, 2009 04:30 am (UTC)Porn rocks.
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 04:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: May. 1st, 2009 01:40 pm (UTC)MORE! MORE!
(Just don't hate me if I started giggling half-way through. I've been getting my "sub in love" guys in my head to finish the parody. They kept popping in while I read this. ;-)
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 01:41 pm (UTC)Until they upgrade my account I can't edit comments. *sniff*
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 02:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 02:22 pm (UTC)I considered getting up and getting a current one and fixing that, but my knees decided they were only getting up once more last night and that was to go to bed. ;-)
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 02:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 02:05 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it - both ways! :-D
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 02:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: May. 1st, 2009 02:57 pm (UTC)Never read a story with this particular kink before, and I'm kind of cringing and covering my nonexistent boyparts at the thought -- but I'm interested to see what you do with it.
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Date: May. 1st, 2009 04:05 pm (UTC)Apparently this is something that feels really really really good. I have a feeling Jack is going to enjoy it... as soon as I give him the opportunity!
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Date: May. 2nd, 2009 01:35 pm (UTC)Love this.
Will definitely love the next bit.
You rock (as does porn)
*mwah*
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Date: May. 2nd, 2009 01:46 pm (UTC)No, just not crossposting it in an unbeta'd and incomplete state. I'm disappointed that I didn't finish it, but I'm pleased that I got this far, since it had been sitting on my hard drive at about 300-odd words forever.
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Date: May. 3rd, 2009 01:51 pm (UTC)Loving this! Don't leave Jack (or us) hanging for too long ::bats eyeslashes:: (yes, I said eye slashes *g*)
Oh, and bonus points for "actual chains" clank clank rowr ::blushes::
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Date: May. 3rd, 2009 02:01 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the chains! I thought they were a nice touch.
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Date: May. 13th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC)babyMistress, when it comes to D/s fic. The teasing you do is wonderful torture, but the wait is always worth it!I so love that you give us both POVs throughout the whole 'verse. And besides the porn, I really enjoy all the psychological aspects; you do such a wonderful job showing Daniel's intensity *g* and Jack's sometimes-confused feelings.
They’re my brand on you.” Daniel found that his voice was shaking a little, and he took a deep breath, getting himself back under control.
See what I mean? Love this!
I'm looking forward to the exploration of this new kink, and the way you've chose to go about writing it. I've seen a little bit about Sounds in a couple of comms, and thought it looked interesting; am glad you chose to play with them. :)
More, please?
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Date: May. 13th, 2009 09:19 pm (UTC)I've missed these boys. I really don't know why I abandoned them. Got to make it a goal to do some more exploration post-When Worlds Collide. :-)