Experiments and Decisions

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Part Two of How It All Began

Jack and Daniel continue to explore their new-found common interest.

NC-17 BDSM Stargate SG-1 slash fanfic

EXPERIMENTS AND DECISIONS

Things had been going well at work that week, Jack thought. Daniel had said, “Let’s see,” and hopefully he was going to agree with Jack. Who had manfully contrived to keep his libido under control, and he figured that was half the battle. The military was a wonderful place for learning to compartmentalize, and Jack was better at it than most.

He had commanded Daniel in the field without any difficulty, other than the always-present difficulty of actually getting Daniel to obey his commands. So, nothing new there. On base, he managed to concentrate on his job when he needed to, at least as much as he had ever managed it. He was pretty sure, anyway. At least he hadn’t been getting any funny looks, so he must have been pulling it off.

Sitting in briefings with Daniel was no picnic, but Jack was confident that it could only get easier with practice. When Daniel actually got up to make a presentation, things got a bit uncomfortable, but Jack tried not to stare too much, and to keep his mind out of the gutter. He could have studiously taken notes as a distraction, but that would have been a red flag to everyone else in the room. He was, however, well known for doodling. So he doodled, and listened to Daniel’s voice, and tried to concentrate hard without showing any effort.

He knew how to focus, and he knew how to set about achieving a mission objective. His objective was to continue what he and Daniel had started last weekend. He had every intention of succeeding.

Today was Friday, and Daniel would want his answer. It was a mere formality, since they both knew what his answer was going to be. But Daniel had said that it was up to him, and Jack took great comfort from that. So he would say ‘yes’, and there was absolutely no way that he was going to be denied.

He just had to stop thinking about it. It was only noon, after all. Jack decided that this would be a good day to skip lunch and head down to the gym for a little workout instead.

~~~~

Daniel stared at the translation on which he was working. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on what he was doing. Or supposed to be doing. All he had to do was let his mind stray to the approaching weekend, the coming night. He had such delicious plans. He had done some discreet shopping, and the thought of Jack in connection with his purchases was downright incendiary.

This weekend could mean so much, to them both. If it went well, he wanted to ask Jack to enter into an arrangement with him. He was convinced that Jack was a born submissive. If not, if events proved him wrong, they could possibly still continue to play together. But he really wanted it to be more than a game to Jack. He didn’t want just a kinky fuck-buddy. He wanted complete submission, absolute trust.

He wanted Jack’s soul.

~~~~

Jack checked the caller ID and picked up his ringing office phone, palms beginning to sweat a little. “Hey.”

“Oh, hey, Jack. Um, I’m going to be stuck here for a while, I’m afraid.”

Jack felt his heart sink. Was this Daniel’s way of backing out? “That’s too bad,” he said as casually as he could.

“So I don’t think you should plan on coming over to my place tonight. I mean, there wouldn’t be much point,” Daniel spoke hurriedly.

“Sure,” Jack said, an element of coldness creeping into his voice. “I get it.”

“Oh, good,” Daniel said happily. “I’ll just come over to your house when I get done here, then. Okay?”

Jack sat in astonished silence.

“Jack?” Daniel cradled the phone closer to his ear and lowered his voice. “Am I jumping the gun here? I just assumed…”

“Yes!” Jack said loudly. “Absolutely. Come over when you’re free. That…works. Totally.”

Daniel held the receiver away from his face and looked at it in confusion. Then he shrugged and placed it back at his ear. “I’m hoping it won’t be too late, but it might be.”

“No problem,” Jack hastened to assure him. “I’ll see you whenever.”

Daniel could hear the smile in his friend’s voice. There was an answering grin on his face as he replied, “Okay. See ya.”

~~~~

It was 9:45 when Daniel rang Jack’s doorbell. Jack answered it wearing nothing but a pair of tight jeans. Daniel chuckled at the other man’s mimicking of his own attire the previous Sunday. Jack had hoped for the chuckle, but he felt the now-familiar twist in his chest as he also saw lust flare in Daniel’s eyes. His heart gave a distinct thud as he lowered his eyes to the gym bag that Daniel was carrying.

Daniel saw the look, and with a smile that Jack could only describe as sinister, he transferred the bag over to the other man. “Take that in the bedroom,” he ordered.

Jack took the bag up to his room and carefully deposited it on the bed. He turned, thinking to go back downstairs, but Daniel had silently followed him. “Oh,” Jack said, surprised. He licked his lips a little nervously. “I thought maybe you’d want a drink first? Um, unwind…”

Daniel looked at him sharply. “How much have you had?”

“A couple of beers,” Jack said, shrugging.

“Don’t do that again,” Daniel told him sternly. “Alcohol doesn’t mix with what we’re doing.”

“I’m sorry,” Jack said unapologetically. He didn’t see how he could have been expected to know that.

“It’s all right,” Daniel said. “It’s not like you were being disobedient.” He saw color flare over Jack’s cheekbones, and smiled slightly with satisfaction. “I know you won’t ever repeat the mistake.”

“You don’t expect me to give up alcohol completely, do you? ‘Cause that ain’t gonna happen,” Jack said stubbornly.

Daniel stepped right up into Jack’s personal space. “This is for your protection. You wouldn’t be safe if I were drinking, and you need to be fully aware of whatever pain I choose to inflict on your body,” he said bitingly. Jack moved his head back a few inches, blinking in surprise. “Don’t ever question me like that when it’s a subject you know nothing about,” Daniel finished.

Jack gulped. He hadn’t meant to make Daniel angry. And he could see his point. It was only common sense. “I’m sorry,” he said, sounding much more sincere this time around. “I didn’t mean to sound so…”

“Disobedient? Unyielding? Self-destructive?” Daniel watched as Jack just stood there, mouth open a little. “Jack,” he said, relenting slightly, “you are going to have to trust that I have your best interests at heart. And I didn’t mean to imply that you’re not allowed to ask questions. You just need to be a lot more diplomatic about it.”

Jack gave a shiver of surprise when Daniel’s hand came up to his face, and his thumb gently stroked across his cheek. “What should I do?” he blurted. Daniel only looked confused. “I feel like I should do something; make it up to you somehow. What do I do?”

“What do you feel like doing?” Daniel asked gently, barely breathing. This was a moment of truth.

Jack’s face flamed with embarrassment. But he did what his instinct told him to do; what he had seen done in videos. He lowered himself to his knees.

Yes!

Daniel rejoiced silently. He stroked Jack’s face tenderly again. “That’s perfect, Jack, thank you.” Jack raised his head and stared up at Daniel with an anxious face. “Apology given and accepted. Let’s put it behind us, okay?”

Jack nodded, and gave Daniel a tentative smile. Daniel reached down and helped his friend to his feet. He looked Jack closely in the face and asked, “Do we need to take a break?”

“Why?” Jack asked, startled at the question. They hadn’t done anything yet.

“I want to be sure that you’re confident that I’m not angry with you,” Daniel told him. “The mood needs to be right; the trust has to be there. I don’t want you to feel like you’re being punished.”

“Like last Saturday?” Jack asked slyly, lips quirking.

“If you think that was a punishment, you are sorely mistaken. Pun intended,” Daniel riposted, glad that Jack was able to joke.

“It wasn’t?” Jack asked, frowning. He remembered Daniel’s hand, reaching underneath him to grasp his cock. And how light the first few strokes of the wooden spoon had been. And Daniel’s gentle good humor as he had given Jack his safe words. He shook his head. No, of course it wasn’t.

Daniel grinned at him. “That was play-acting. You’ll learn to know the difference.”

Jack started to smile back, and then realized that Daniel had just essentially threatened him. He cleared his throat. “Why aren’t you punishing me now?”

Daniel said, “I’m going easy on you.” The way he said it made Jack’s breath catch. Daniel nodded at his friend’s wide-eyed look. “You don’t want to cross me.” Jack shivered, and felt his cock twitching with interest. Daniel winked at him, then turned away and started to remove the contents of his gym bag and lay them out on the bed. Jack took a deep breath and stepped closer, watching with apprehensive fascination.

There was a paddle, a pile of cloth strips, what had to be nipple clamps. A vibrator, the size of which caused Jack to gulp. Lubricant, and small towels. A strip of leather, attached to a handle and split at the end like a serpent’s tongue. Jack couldn’t begin to guess what name to put to the implement, but he could well imagine how it was to be used. He was painfully hard inside the confines of his jeans.

Jack felt almost dizzy for a moment as he imagined that Daniel might have walked away, taking all this with him, because Jack had been willfully disobedient. Unthinkable. He resolved to do better in the future, to please Daniel as much as he could. If he could do that, there was no limit to what he would receive in return. Unimaginable delights, delirious pain….

“Jack?” Daniel questioned, concerned. The other man had been simply staring at the items on the bed for some time now.

Jack’s head jerked up and he felt his face flush. “Uh, just…daydreaming.”

Daniel smiled, relieved. “Let’s see if we can’t turn some of those dreams into reality, Jack.”

“Sweet,” Jack half-mumbled, unable to look Daniel in the eye at the moment. He felt a jolt run through his entire body as Daniel’s hand cupped his buttock through his jeans.

“We’re going to get you warmed up, Jack. Put some color back here. Is that what you want?” Daniel said in a low, stern voice.

“Yes,” Jack responded without hesitation.

“Then get naked,” Daniel instructed. As he watched Jack undressing, he remembered saying to him on Sunday that he would use a gag while he paddled him. It was early to be using a gag, given Jack’s inexperience, but if he left off the restraints for the time being…he smiled. The restraints would work beautifully with the vibrator. He could picture Jack. Helpless, impaled. Blindfolded. He surveyed the nude man standing before him and his eyes gleamed. He turned to the bed and swept everything except the paddle and two strips of cloth onto the towels, which he deposited on the floor.

“Come here, Jack,” he ordered. “Sit down.”

“Can I use the bathroom first?” Jack asked awkwardly.

“Yes,” Daniel told him. “You don’t ever need to ask me that. Go,” he shooed Jack towards the bathroom. “Get rid of that beer,” he teased.

When Jack returned and was seated on the side of the bed, Daniel rolled up one of the pieces of cloth into a ball. “I’m going to gag you. You won’t be able to use your safe words, but I’m not going to restrain you at all, so all you have to do is move if you need me to stop. Grab at me, roll away, whatever. Got it?”

Jack opened his mouth to say ‘yes’, but Daniel quickly stuffed the cloth inside, and followed up by tying another strip of cloth across his mouth, fastening it at the back of his neck. Jack started to shake, anticipating the paddle which lay on the bed beside him, almost touching his thigh.

Daniel frowned. “You okay?” Jack nodded, eyes wide, pupils dilating. “Yes,” Daniel said silkily, “you want this, don’t you?” Jack swayed towards him. “Okay,” Daniel promised, “okay. Stretch out on your stomach.”

Jack complied, adjusting his rigid cock beneath himself and clenching his fists into the sheet. His eyes fell on the spokes of the headboard, and he had a sudden fierce wish to be bound to them. He let go of the sheet and reached out to clutch at the headboard. Daniel watched with approval. “Hang on tight,” he said with a small smile.

The paddle rose and fell, with a loud smack. A pink print formed on Jack’s backside. A second blow. Jack was assessing the sensations. Different than the spoon, than the hairbrush. More surface…the third blow…more surface covered with each strike. Much more noise being created. And since Daniel was just warming up, the blows would get harder, and louder.

But they didn’t. Daniel continued to strike with the same pace, and the same weight behind each blow. Jack shifted restlessly. He could feel his ass growing warmer and warmer, but at the same time it felt almost numb.

Daniel halted briefly after twenty-five strokes. He placed the paddle between Jack’s shoulder blades, and ran his hand roughly over his buttocks, kneading and squeezing the red flesh. He heard the first noises come from the gagged man, as Jack’s hips wiggled in response to his abuse. He picked up the paddle once more and saw Jack’s knuckles whiten as he tightened his grip on the headboard.

Crack! Holy shit! Not feeling numb now! Harder and louder had arrived. Jack counted to fifteen before Daniel stopped again. This time the hand that touched his inflamed skin was caressing. Jack moaned loudly into his gag. His cock was pulsing against the mattress. Daniel picked up the paddle again and Jack thought desperately about safe words, about rolling away. But he didn’t.

Daniel surveyed the red-hot skin of Jack’s ass and hesitated for a moment. Should he stop now? Jack moved, thrusting his bottom up off the bed by a few inches. A plea for more? Or the involuntary motions of a man in agony? Daniel made his decision. “Five good ones, Jack.”

Jack roared his muffled approval. Daniel delivered five very hard blows in quick succession and threw down the paddle. The body below him convulsed with sobs. Frantically, Daniel struggled to unfasten his pants, freeing his painfully aroused cock. With one knee on the bed, he leaned down to untie Jack’s gag, and carefully removed the saliva-soaked cloth inside his friend’s mouth. Then he pushed Jack onto his side and saw his rock-hard erection, undiminished by pain. Jack’s sobbing breaths had grown quieter, although tears continued to run down his face.

Daniel grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and dabbed at Jack’s face. Jack blinked spiky-wet eyelashes at him. Daniel pressed a fresh tissue into his hand and said, “Blow your nose.” When he had, Daniel took the tissue and tossed it away. Pushing his pants and shorts down around his ankles, he wriggled his way onto the bed, and into 69 position next to Jack. Taking firm hold of the cock that was bobbing in his face, he thrust his hips towards Jack. “Suck me,” he commanded hoarsely, before placing his mouth around Jack’s cock.

Jack cried out with delight as he was enveloped by the moist heat of Daniel’s mouth. He panted, staring at Daniel’s erection. He reached for it quickly and began to lick at it, swirling his tongue over every rigid inch. He became aware that Daniel was mimicking his actions. He stopped for a second and felt the other man’s hot breath against his thigh. He swallowed Daniel as deeply as he could and began to apply suction.

Daniel smiled and took Jack back into his mouth. He swallowed Jack all the way down, and sucked as hard as he could. He felt Jack’s hips jerk in response, and he could tell the exact moment when Jack lost complete track of what he was supposed to be doing with the cock that filled his mouth. He could feel his friend’s moans and gasps, as vibrations and air swept over his otherwise-neglected cock.

Jack was jolted out of his fog of bliss as strong fingers dug into the sore flesh of his buttocks. His arousal ratcheted up another notch; his brain kicked back into gear. He tightened his oral grip on Daniel, and began to move his head swiftly up and down the length of his cock. He both heard and felt Daniel’s grunt of approval. The sound almost derailed his train of thought again. He just couldn’t concentrate - he had to finish Daniel quickly.

When Daniel felt fingertips brush against his balls, he let out a loud moan. He felt Jack start to gently knead his sac. In answer, he pulled the cheeks of Jack’s ass apart and let the tip of one finger stroke firmly against the entrance that lay hidden there. He felt spasms run through the other man’s body, and Jack’s seed began to spurt into his welcoming mouth. Daniel swallowed excitedly.

Jack was seeing stars. He could feel Daniel drinking him down, and he couldn’t remember anything else ever feeling quite so good. With an effort, he returned his attentions to his friend’s approaching orgasm. He slurped at Daniel’s cock with his tongue and tugged softly at his balls. Fluid erupted into his mouth and he gulped, trying to swallow it all. The taste was already familiar, and made Jack feel dizzy with pleasure. A new kind of pleasure. The thrill of pleasing Daniel. He felt that tight, twisting sensation in his chest once more, and finally knew it for what it was. His dizziness increased.

Daniel felt the last spurts of his come trickle from the end of his cock as his balls drained completely. He sighed and began to lick Jack’s cock clean. He could feel the other man’s mouth still suckling at him very softly. He patted Jack’s bottom soothingly, tenderly. Finally he released his friend and pulled away. He felt Jack’s lips cling to his limp cock, reluctant to let it go. Daniel shifted on the bed and looked Jack over, delighting in what he saw.

Jack’s face was flushed, his eyes closed, his mouth slack. His body was relaxed, his flaccid organ still shiny with Daniel’s saliva. He was beautiful, Daniel mused, as he craned his neck to see the redness of the bottom he had paddled so thoroughly earlier.

Jack never so much as twitched as Daniel climbed off of the bed and began to dress. When he was done, he went to the foot of the bed and lifted up the covers that lay on the floor there. He pulled them up over his sleepy friend and arranged them with care. Before turning to go, he took one last look at Jack, only to find warm brown eyes blinking at him drowsily.

He leaned closer and said softly, “Go to sleep, Jack. I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

“You could stay,” Jack offered shyly.

Daniel grinned happily. “I’ll bring my toothbrush tomorrow,” he promised. He ruffled Jack’s hair. “Sweet dreams.”

“You, too,” Jack responded, his eyes sliding shut.

Daniel let himself out quietly. As he drove away, he was still picturing the look he had just seen in Jack’s eyes. Hints of awe, and adoration. Things that meant he had been right about Jack’s needs and desires. And that he could be the man to fulfill them. His heart twisted in his chest; his eyes shone softly. He vowed to himself that he would never let Jack down.

~~~~

Jack could feel the aftereffects of the paddling the next morning. When he walked, and especially when he sat. He didn’t even feel like the same man. He was changing, and that thought should probably make him concerned, but it didn’t. He trusted Daniel. Absolutely. And he felt alive in ways that he couldn’t begin to define. He went about his usual Saturday chores and errands with his mind firmly fixed on this evening and what it was going to bring. What Daniel was going to teach him about himself.

As he brushed his teeth after supper, he froze for a moment, astonished by what he was seeing reflected in the mirror. He spat and rinsed, and wiped his mouth with his towel. And then wasted several minutes staring at the image of a man who was glowing with happiness.

~~~~

Daniel blinked in surprise as Jack’s door swung open before the echo of the doorbell chime had faded. Jack shrugged at him and flushed a little bit. Daniel chuckled with pleasure. “You’re eager, I see,” he commented.

“Ya think?” Jack said, with a hopeless attempt to seem nonchalant. Daniel looked at Jack’s bulging crotch pointedly. “Okay, ya got me.”

“And now that I’ve got you, what am I going to do with you?” Daniel said in a sultry tone.

Jack pursed his lips and exhaled soundlessly. “Whatever you want?” he offered. He gave Daniel a hopeful smile, and was not disappointed by the warm one that he received in response.

Daniel put a hand on Jack’s shoulder and said, “Bedroom. Naked. Now.” Jack took off at a near-run. Smirking, Daniel followed more slowly. When he entered Jack’s room, he found his friend barefoot and naked from the waist down, pulling his shirt off over his head. It was a nice view, and Daniel enjoyed it immensely.

Jack tossed away his shirt, watching Daniel watch him, very aware of his rigid cock, and of the rapid rise and fall of his chest due to his rushing to obey. Daniel looked satisfied and aroused, and Jack felt that twisting feeling again.

Daniel turned to the bed, where Jack had spread out the items Daniel had left behind yesterday. “Thank you,” he said, eyebrows raised in mild amusement.

“Hey, no problem,” Jack responded. His eyes widened and he began breathing through his mouth as Daniel approached with the pair of nipple clamps in one hand. The other hand was raised to Jack’s chest, and one nipple was lightly pinched. Squeezed. Twisted. Pulled. All the while Daniel stared into Jack’s eyes intently. The second nipple was treated far less gently.

The moan that escaped Jack’s parted lips was heaven to Daniel’s ears. His eyes gleamed as he fastened one of the clamps onto the first nipple. Not too tight. He tugged experimentally on the clamp. Jack gasped and shifted his weight. Daniel clamped the second nipple more firmly. Jack’s hand instinctively rose towards the source of unfamiliar pain, and then dropped back to his side. Daniel scraped the back of a fingernail very gently over the clamped nub of flesh.

Jack shivered at the sensation and his hand flew up to land on Daniel’s shoulder, as he felt off-balance for a moment. Daniel repeated the motion and asked, “What do you think?”

“Hurts,” Jack confessed willingly. “This one, anyway,” he added, gesturing to his right nipple.

“There’s a lot to be said for asymmetry,” Daniel said with a wicked smile. “After a few minutes, we’ll see if you want the right clamp loosened, or if you want the left one tightened.”

Whatever you want

, flashed through Jack’s mind, but he didn’t say it. He stood a little straighter and lifted his chin, breathing heavily.

Daniel’s cock pushed hard against the crotch of his pants. Jack was a dream, a natural. He went to the bed and picked up the serpent-tongued slapper. Time to focus. He went over to the bedroom door and pushed it shut. He beckoned Jack.

Jack walked over to the door, wondering what Daniel had planned. The other man seized his hands and pulled his arms up in the air, stretching them towards the sill over the door. Jack awkwardly stumbled forward, and his clamped nipples pressed against the door. “Ahh!” he said, twisting his body away. His hands gripped the doorsill, and he regained his balance.

Jack heard the blow coming before he felt it. The slapper whistled through the air, wrapping itself around his right hip, the tongue biting into his skin. He swayed, nearly pressing against the door with his chest again. He braced his arms more firmly. The second blow came just above his left knee, with the tongue kissing the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Jesus, that stings! The third blow landed across his back, angling down from his right shoulder blade.

Daniel saw Jack’s head jerk and his body stiffen. He smacked at the outside of Jack’s right thigh, producing a gasp. Three stripes across his buttocks, each one slightly harder than the one before. He saw Jack sway forward, pressing his nipples against the door, and wondered if it had been deliberate. He moved a step to the side and changed the angle of his arm. The slapper landed the length of Jack’s back, just to the left of his spine. Two snaps of his wrist, and vivid forked pink marks appeared just at the crest of each of Jack’s buttocks.

Jack felt Daniel’s clothed body press up against his tingling flesh. Hands stroked over his stomach, brushing against the prick that lay throbbing against it. The hands moved upwards, creeping inch by inch towards his nipples. “What shall I do, Jack?” Daniel whispered hotly into his ear. “Left or right?” Jack could feel Daniel’s erection pushing into him, filling him with an undefined longing.

Jack squeezed his eyes tightly shut. “Left,” he groaned. Daniel moved to his side, leaning against the door as he deftly adjusted the tension on the clamp, producing a burning pain that Jack knew would soon fade to a bearable, almost pleasant, ache which would match what he was feeling on his right side. Daniel moved away, and Jack braced himself.

Daniel picked up the pace now, swinging harder than before, although still quite lightly by some standards. When he smacked the calf of Jack’s left leg, the other man cried out. Daniel responded by doing the same to the opposite leg. He moved to concentrate on Jack’s strong back, laying three stripes from side to side, one above the next.

“Daniel?” Jack called out. He sounded distressed.

Daniel lowered his raised arm. “Jack?” he asked in concern. “Do you need to use a safe word?”

“Red!” Jack gasped.

“Put your arms down,” Daniel said, moving swiftly to his side. Jack lowered his arms, which were shaking with tension. Daniel gently loosened the nipple clamps, causing Jack to hiss with pain as blood flowed back into the pinched tissue. Daniel stroked the middle of his chest apologetically. “Sorry,” he winced. “Come over to the bed.”

Jack let Daniel lead him to the bed, and he sank down on it gratefully, feeling like his legs might not have held him up much longer. He shifted uncomfortably as tender flesh announced its presence. Daniel crouched in front of him, looking up anxiously. Jack felt himself beginning to flush with embarrassment. “I’m okay,” he said quickly, trying to reassure his friend.

“Yeah?” Daniel said doubtfully. “That hasn’t been my experience when somebody says ‘red light’.”

“I’m sorry,” Jack mumbled.

“No, no, no!” Daniel insisted. “Don’t ever feel that way. I rely on you to let me know when I push you too far. You should never hesitate to speak up.” Jack gave him a half-hearted smile, and Daniel asked gently, “What was the problem?”

“My back,” Jack answered, feeling slightly ashamed. “I didn’t like it when you hit me on the back.”

“Bad memories?” Daniel asked, patting his knee gently. Jack ducked his head and nodded. “You should have said something sooner.”

“I thought I could handle it,” Jack told him. “But it was too much when…”

“When I started hitting harder. Yes, that made it a ‘red light’ situation, but you should have let me know that there might be a problem. That’s what ‘yellow light’ is for,” Daniel reminded him. “We would have taken a little time out to talk for a minute, and decided how to handle it. You only made it worse for yourself by bottling up what you were feeling.”

“Well, nobody ever accused me of being a fast learner,” Jack said dejectedly.

“Cheer up, Jack!” Daniel admonished. “It’s not a big deal. I’m not upset, and I don’t have any problem with staying below the waist.” Jack looked up at him. “I’m serious. If it’s not going to be arousing for you, then this is something I’m perfectly willing to give up.”

“Thank you,” Jack said, surprised and gratified. “Do I take it that there are some things you’re not willing to give up?”

“Some things I’ll give in on, some things we’ll compromise on. And some things you’ll just have to learn to live with.” Daniel rose to his feet. “But I don’t plan to be unreasonable,” he added with a small grin.

“Thanks again,” Jack said. “I think.”

Daniel looked down at Jack’s limp cock. “Lost interest for the evening? Or ready to move on to something new?”

Jack looked up at Daniel with something approaching alarm. “I don’t want to stop,” he said quickly.

“Good,” Daniel said silkily. “Because I have something very special planned next.” He saw a tremor run through Jack’s body. He bent to pick up two strips of cloth from the pile on the floor. “Hold these,” he told Jack. Reaching behind Jack, he snagged one of the pillows. “Right. On your back; put this under your hips.”

Jack moved into the center of the bed and maneuvered into position, hips and head elevated. It had to be the vibrator, right? He clutched the strips of cloth that he still held. Daniel was going to restrain him, and fill him with that vibrating monster of a fake cock. He felt something inside him melting at the thought. Only Daniel’s fingers had penetrated him up until now. Daniel was going to enjoy this. And Jack wanted to make it really good for the other man, still feeling like he had let them both down just now. He wasn’t going to hold back. Whatever he felt, he would do it, or say it. Showtime!

Daniel kicked his shoes off and climbed on the bed astride Jack. He saw the fire burning in Jack’s eyes, and knew that both of them were going to achieve their earlier state of arousal very quickly. Taking the strips of cloth, he proceeded to bind Jack’s wrists to the headboard. Climbing off of his friend, he leaned over the side of the bed and picked up the vibrator and lube, along with a towel. He slicked up the fingers of his right hand, never taking his eyes off Jack’s flushed face.

Jack felt Daniel’s hand touch him delicately between the cheeks of his ass. A finger stroked up and down, very gently. A second finger joined in, and they stroked with firmer pressure. One finger poised at his hole, and Jack did everything he could to relax and welcome it in. Seeking entrance, the finger pressed hard and began to worm its way in. “Yes,” Jack said arching his back.

“Good,” Daniel whispered. “Very good.” He continued to work his way in, and then out again. Soon he was sliding back and forth with little resistance. He added a second finger, and felt Jack working with him, trying to let it in. He patted his friend’s stomach approvingly. With a twist of his hand, he felt around for Jack’s prostate. He knew when he found it.

Jack jerked and cried out. “Danny!” He’d never felt anything like this, ever. As Daniel’s clever fingers stroked again, Jack felt like his cock grew an inch. He bit his lip, and then blurted out, “I love it!”

“I’m glad,” Daniel told him, withdrawing his hand with a popping sound. Jack sagged in disappointment. Daniel wiped his hand on the towel and reached for the lube again. Soon a soft buzzing sound filled the air, and Jack felt a hard, slick surface vibrating against his opening. A hand stroked the underside of his cock, from base to crown, and Jack wriggled in response, feeling the bonds at his wrists tighten as he moved. The head of the fake cock began to push its way in. Slowly, with painstaking care.

Daniel pulled the vibrator out an inch and pushed it in again. It went in a little farther this time, and he could hear Jack’s breathing alter. Leaving the vibrator in place, he lifted Jack’s legs, pushing them back towards his chest. He saw Jack strain against his bonds, eyes wide. Leaning into Jack’s upraised legs, he pulled and pushed at the vibrator, working it deeper inside, pushing harder now.

When Jack felt like the plastic prick couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he felt Daniel releasing the pressure on his legs and lowering them back down to the bed. Jack groaned at the sensation this change in position produced in his stuffed rectum. He felt the bed dip as Daniel climbed off. He turned his head, wondering, and saw Daniel bend and rise with more strips of cloth in his hands. Oh, my God.

Daniel quickly and efficiently stretched Jack’s legs out wide, and bound his ankles to the footboard. Then he reached between Jack’s quivering thighs and twisted the end of the vibrator, turning it up higher. “Jesus,” Jack moaned, his cock jerking against his stomach. Daniel pressed the palm of his hand against the cock, holding it immobile against Jack’s stomach, feeling it twitch and pulse against his hand.

When Daniel released his cock, Jack’s entire body went into a spasm, pulling against his bonds. When he settled against the mattress again, he felt Daniel’s hands touching his face, his head. Cloth touched his skin, causing him to jerk in surprise.

Daniel passed the end of the strip underneath Jack’s head, and knotted it at the side of his head, blindfolding him. He started to rise from the bed, wanting to stand back and get a good look at the enticing vision that he had created with Jack’s help. But a hoarse voice said, “Yellow,” and Daniel stayed where he was.

“Yes, Jack?” Daniel said soothingly, laying a warm hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I don’t like blindfolds,” Jack panted. “I’ve never liked ‘em, even as a kid.”

Daniel promptly eased the blindfold up over Jack’s forehead. “And now we’ve come to something that I’m not willing to give up.” Jack blinked at him in astonishment. “We’ll work something out later,” Daniel told him. “But for now, I want you to give me three minutes.”

“What?” Jack asked in confusion.

“Wear the blindfold for three minutes. That’s all. Then it comes right off.” Daniel turned his head, and saw that Jack’s cock appeared to be as rigid as ever. He looked back at Jack expectantly.

Jack swallowed. “Okay,” he said in an unhappy voice. Daniel tilted his head, and gave Jack’s face careful consideration. Jack remembered his resolve to please Daniel. Three minutes wasn’t much. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t going to enjoy them, if it gave pleasure to Daniel. “It’s okay,” he assured his friend. “I’ll be glad to do it.” He choked down the words, for you. He was expecting the sensation in his chest that came when Daniel smiled his pleasure. Then his world went black, as the blindfold covered his eyes again.

And Daniel climbed off the bed and looked his fill. Jack. Bound, helpless, impaled. Blindfolded. Everything he had imagined, and more. He undressed, still entranced by the vision on the bed.

Jack laid there tensely, counting the seconds off in his mind. He was aware that Daniel was watching him, and that almost made it worthwhile. Oh, who was he trying to kid with the ‘almost’? If this was one of things that he was going to have to learn to live with, then that’s what he would have to do. To please Daniel.

When the three minutes were up, Daniel pulled the blindfold off, and threw it into the corner of the room. “You were so good, Jack,” he praised warmly.

Jack felt a glow of pleasure at hearing those words. He felt Daniel untying his ankles. “You’re not…” he broke off his sentence.

“What, Jack?” Daniel hovered over him, looking down curiously.

“Are you going to untie my hands?” Jack amended his question.

“Just your legs,” Daniel said with a slow smile. Jack returned the smile happily. “No, I’m going to leave your hands tied up while I fuck you,” Daniel added, licking his lips. Jack’s eyes grew very wide.

“Yes,” he choked out. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Daniel.”

Daniel shivered with excitement. “I’ll fuck you good,” he promised. He reached between Jack’s thighs, and slowly began to pull the humming vibrator out of Jack’s rectum. “Just relax,” he whispered, as Jack grimaced.

“It’s big,” Jack gasped, trying to follow Daniel’s advice.

“Not really,” Daniel said with an odd smile. “I’m bigger.”

Jesus!

“Show me,” Jack begged passionately. “Show me, Danny.” He felt the piece of plastic finally leave his body, and his rectum automatically contracted in response. Silence followed, as Daniel turned the vibrator off and put it aside. Then Jack heard a snapping sound as the tube of lubricant was popped open.

Daniel quickly applied lube to his cock, getting into position between Jack’s legs. He lifted one of them and used his other hand to guide himself into place at the entrance to Jack’s body. He pressed inwards, making good progress in the already stretched hole. When he was in just a few inches, he released his grip on his cock and raised Jack’s other leg. Centering himself, he thrust hard.

“Daniel! Daniel!” Jack cried out, twisting in pain. Daniel’s cock withdrew and slid back in. It didn’t hurt nearly as much that time, but Jack could still feel the initial thrust.

“You feel wonderful, Jack,” Daniel groaned. “So hot and tight.”

Daniel’s cock was sliding back and forth easily now. Jack’s hands twitched and turned in their bindings, as they longed to clutch at the shoulders of the man who was fucking him so masterfully. Daniel rolled his hips, buried deep inside Jack. Jack moaned, eyes shining, excitement mounting. With a shift of his weight, Daniel changed his angle of entry ever so slightly. Sparks flew inside Jack as his prostate was forcefully stroked.

“Yeah!” Jack shouted. “More!”

Daniel complied, pounding harder into Jack’s upturned ass, still streaked with pink from the earlier session with the slapper. He leaned his shoulder into Jack’s leg and reached his hand around to grasp his cock. It only took two strokes, and Jack erupted, face contorting with ecstasy. As Daniel watched him, and felt his hot, sticky seed dripping through his fingers, he came himself, almost soundlessly.

Daniel continued to work his hips, moving forcefully against the man beneath him. Sperm was still oozing from Jack’s cock, and he was still shaking with pleasure. As Jack’s body finally went limp, Daniel released the last of his own fluid with a soft moan. He laid against Jack’s legs for a minute, reluctant to move. But Jack had to be getting uncomfortable. He carefully pulled his shrinking cock out of Jack’s clutching rectum. Jack groaned, and opened one eye a crack.

Daniel moved beside Jack and reached out to untie his hands. Jack’s eyelids were fluttering. Daniel removed the pillow from beneath his friend’s body, making him more comfortable. Then he rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. He ran the water in the basin until it was warm, then soaked a fresh washcloth and wrung it out.

Jack lay with his eyes still closed, but he was awake, and he heard Daniel’s approaching footsteps. The bed dipped, and Daniel was between his legs again, bending one of them, and placing Jack’s foot flat on the bed. At the first touch of the warm washcloth, Jack felt the familiar twisting pressure in his chest. His eyes opened in surprise. He had come to rely on that sensation as a barometer that measured how well he was doing at pleasing Daniel. He watched his friend’s face as Daniel gently washed him. He looked relaxed and deeply content.

And so Jack had learned something new. Letting Daniel take care of him like this was just another way of demonstrating submission, and trust. And Daniel found pleasure in it. It wasn’t all sex. Daniel had said that from the start. He said that for Jack it was ‘at least partly sexual’, but it was becoming obvious that there was a lot more going on beneath the surface.

The twisting feeling; that had nothing to do with sex at all. It was about taking pleasure in pleasing Daniel, in submitting to Daniel. It wasn’t something that made his cock grow harder; it touched him in an entirely different way. It touched him somewhere deep and quiet. He continued to muse about it as he listened to the sounds of Daniel washing up in the other room.

When Daniel came back to the bed, Jack smiled up at him. “Did you remember to bring your toothbrush?” he asked.

“Yep,” Daniel replied. He went to the end of the bed and began to pick up the bedclothes that were strewn on the floor. Tossing them haphazardly over the bed, he crossed the floor to turn out the overhead light. Waiting for his eyes to adjust, he listened to the sounds Jack made as he wrestled with the layers of fabric.

Satisfied, Jack snuggled down into his pillow, and flung back the covers invitingly. “Come to bed, Daniel.”

And Daniel did as he was told.

http://sid.dreamwidth.org/28184.html Part 3

Comments

[execknowitall.livejournal.com]

OMG! Sid, you should totally post this to jackslashdaniel and/or jd_daily! They're both lovely Jack/Daniel communities. *g*

[sid]

Yes, but I don't know how to do that!! Yet. I should add, yet. :-)