Rules and Revelations

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Part Three of How It All Began

Jack explores his submissive side, with Daniel's help.

NC-17 BDSM Stargate SG-1 slash fanfic

RULES AND REVELATIONS

Jack woke up the following morning with Daniel’s elbow in his back. A grin immediately sprang to his lips and it wouldn’t go away. Daniel had spent the night. Daniel had fucked him, and then crawled into his bed. Jack hadn’t expected snuggling, and it didn’t happen, but Daniel had held his hand and told him that he wanted to ask him something in the morning. Jack had fallen asleep with a feeling of warmth and excitement, his hand still in Daniel’s.

Jack moved cautiously, trying not to wake his sleeping friend. A second later, he was glad he had been moving slowly, as he felt unfamiliar but welcome discomfort in his no-longer-virginal ass. On his feet, he looked down at Daniel for a moment. And wanted to feel him deep inside again. As soon as it could be arranged.

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Daniel awoke alone. After blinking at the clock, he dropped his head back onto the pillow. A lazy smile curled his lips. He slowly stretched, feeling fantastic. Jack had been a dream last night. A living, breathing, panting, moaning dream. Daniel was ready to invite him into a deeper relationship, one which would awaken needs that Jack undoubtedly never knew he possessed. And then Daniel would satisfy them both, in wonderful and inventive ways.

Yes, the most important sex organ was the brain, and Daniel’s came equipped with a never-ending supply of fantasies and erotic images.

All Jack had to do was say yes.

~~~~

Ten minutes later Daniel walked into Jack’s kitchen, dressed in just his jeans. Jack, still in his bathrobe, put down his cup of coffee and smiled. “Morning,” he said. “Coffee? Dumb question, huh?”

“Actually,” Daniel stopped Jack as he reached for the pot, “I have something else on my mind.”

Jack licked his lips. “More important than coffee?” he teased, feeling slightly breathless.

Daniel raised his eyebrows. “Oh, much.” He seized Jack’s hand and began to pull him towards the bedroom. Jack followed very willingly. When they arrived, Daniel began to undo the sash of Jack’s robe. “I woke up thinking about you,” he told the other man, staring into brown eyes that were beginning to dilate with arousal.

“Same here,” Jack said, shrugging his shoulders as Daniel pushed at the robe. It slid down his arms and over his hands, brushing against the back of his legs as it fell to the floor.

Daniel surveyed the nude body in front of him with pleasure and anticipation. “You were very good last night, Jack.” He looked his friend in the eyes. “I want to reward you for that.”

Jack felt a shiver run down his spine. “I wasn’t that good, was I?” he wondered aloud. “I stopped you from doing what you wanted to do.”

Daniel fastened his fingers around one of Jack’s nipples and began to rub it gently. “You did the right thing. You used your safe words. And when I asked you to wear the blindfold anyway, you did.” He released the nipple and put a hand on Jack’s shoulder, guiding him towards the bed. “I hope you’re going to enjoy your reward as much as I am,” he purred.

Daniel sat on the bed, admiring Jack’s rapidly hardening cock. “Lie across my knees,” he directed firmly.

Jack, who had been envisioning a blow job, quickly readjusted his thinking. His heart began to pound as he stretched out across Daniel’s lap. He could feel his cock pressing against the fabric that covered Daniel’s thigh. He closed his eyes, waiting for his reward.

Daniel laid one warm hand on Jack’s butt, resisting the urge to caress it. “I’m not using any restraints on you, Jack, but I want you to lie as still as you can. Do you understand?”

Jack gulped. “Yeah,” he said, and then cleared his throat loudly. “I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to manage that.”

“I want you to do your very best. Focus on that. Don’t forget.”

“I won’t forget,” Jack promised, determined.

“And I don’t want you to come, so I need you to tell me when you’re getting close.” Daniel let his hand slide over the firm, pale globes that he was about to make red. “That’s very important, too. Do you understand, Jack?”

“I understand,” Jack croaked, his cock already beginning to throb. As soon as the words had left his mouth, Daniel’s hand descended, striking his waiting flesh. A hand which felt incredibly large and hard, from Jack’s point of view. It was yet another new experience for him. Daniel had always started out softly the other times he had spanked Jack. But this time he was using his bare hand, and maybe he didn’t see any need to start out gently. The hard spanks were continuing to fall, and Jack did his best to hold still.

Daniel’s eyes gleamed with acute pleasure, as he continued to strike Jack’s now-pink buttocks. This was the most intimate position of all, the most submissive posture. Jack’s head dangled towards the floor, jerking upwards with each blow that fell. Daniel switched to his thighs, smacking them soundly, leaving the imprint of his hand. Jack gave a little cry of pain, but aside from one jerk of his leg, he was obediently keeping still.

This was so different from the other spankings, Jack thought. Daniel hadn’t even been touching him, the other times. But now, he was pressed against Daniel’s body, held lightly by his free hand, and being struck repeatedly, delightfully, by his other hand. He was immersed in Daniel. That was the best description he could come up with at the moment. It was amazing that any portion of his brain was still functioning at all, really. No, not immersed. Submerged. That sounded better. Daniel switched his attention back to Jack’s ass and Jack groaned with pleasure.

Jack’s bottom was turning a pretty shade of red now, and Daniel could feel the heat rising from the inflamed flesh. He could feel Jack’s cock rubbing against his leg, and wondered how long Jack would be able to hold back his orgasm. Hopefully not too much longer. His own rigid cock was demanding attention, and the sooner the better. But Jack had to be the one to call a stop to the proceedings. It would never do for Daniel to appear anything but strong and completely in control.

Jack felt Daniel’s denim-encased cock pressing up into his stomach. Something to add to the sensation of having Daniel all around him, he thought dizzily. The iron palm continued to rise and fall, causing his bottom to quiver each time it landed. Hard as iron, yet supple enough to shape itself to each curve of his ass. The heat and the pain were all-encompassing. But he never wanted this to end. He tried to keep holding on, but he knew that he would lose the battle soon.

Daniel paused his spanking, allowing his free hand to run over the red-hot cheeks below, while the fire that was building in his other hand cooled for a few seconds. Without the echoing of the sharp slaps, the room was filled with only the sound of their harsh breathing. He kneaded and rubbed at Jack’s tender flesh.

Jack moaned loudly, loving this intimate touch. He pictured himself, willingly laid out over Daniel’s knee, submitting to his blows, and his caresses. He must be as red as a tomato by now, he thought wildly. And Daniel’s firm hand was stroking over his hot flesh….Oh, Jesus! “Daniel! Stop!” he pleaded. “I’ll come, I’ll come….”

Daniel raised his hand from Jack’s body as, for the first time, his friend’s hips began to move. Jack was losing control. “Stand up,” Daniel said, harshly. He deliberately didn’t try to help Jack, as he struggled to his feet. One look at the other man’s face confirmed just how close to the edge he was. Daniel rose to his own feet somewhat shakily, and tried not to fumble as he unfastened his too-tight jeans with care.

Jack stared at Daniel’s erection hungrily. He clutched at the other man’s arm. “Danny?” he pleaded.

“Hand me the lube,” Daniel told him. Jack spotted the tube lying on the floor where it had wound up last night, and he snatched it up and pressed it frantically into Daniel’s hand. “Turn around,” Daniel continued, huskily.

Jack turned, glad for the note of need he could hear in his friend’s voice. He, Jack O’Neill, had brought Daniel to this intensely aroused state. It was incredible. He felt hands pushing at his buttocks. A slick finger shot up deep inside him. Jack groaned. Hurry!

Daniel worked his finger in and out rapidly, and then added a second more slowly. Jack’s hips rocked backwards, and his digits were swallowed up by the hungry ass. Not too sore, then, Daniel concluded. Good! He worked at stretching Jack’s rectum for another few seconds, and then withdrew his hand with a wet plopping sound. Daniel bent to pick up a discarded towel from the floor and wiped his hand carelessly. He threw himself down on the bed.

Jack had turned, and saw his friend stretched out on his back, erect cock pointing towards his stomach. “Come on,” Daniel panted, reaching out for Jack. When Jack understood what was wanted, he felt the floor dip underneath his feet, as though the earth was quaking. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed and let Daniel’s insistent hands guide him into position.

When Jack was kneeling astride him, Daniel clutched at his hips, using his hands to pry the cheeks of Jack’s ass apart. “Take me in your hand, and put me inside you,” he ordered, excited beyond words.

Jack reached underneath himself and grasped Daniel’s hard length with a trembling hand. He rubbed the head between his parted cheeks, gasping at the sensation. Then he felt it press at his hole, and he tightened his grip, and slowly sank down. He cried out, feeling the burn as his body opened to receive Daniel, and the ache as he grew closer to orgasm.

Daniel arched his hips, and he sank a few inches deeper inside Jack’s painfully stretched rectum. “You can let go, now,” he whispered to Jack, whose head had dropped to his chest as he struggled to take Daniel into himself. Jack’s hand left his cock, and Jack put his hands down on the bed beside Daniel’s shoulders. He was still hunched over, obviously in some distress. Daniel relaxed his grip on Jack’s buttocks and they both groaned as Jack’s anal grip on Daniel was infinitesimally increased.

Jack felt Daniel stroking his arms soothingly, murmuring words of pleasure and praise. He found himself breathing again, not even having realized that he was holding his breath, afraid to make the smallest movement. He peered through his eyelashes at Daniel’s face and found it to be flushed with arousal and need. But the bright blue eyes were looking at him with warm concern. Jack’s lips twitched in a smile.

“Remember how good it felt last night, Jack?” Daniel reassured him. “It’ll be just as good today. Better. You’ll see.”

Jack nodded his head, trying to relax his rectal muscles. He sank backwards carefully, and more of Daniel entered him. He felt stuffed, but the pain had already begun to fade, and his cock, which had softened considerably, was growing harder by the second. He rocked gently, feeling Daniel sliding in and out of his body. He bit his lip, and sank down further.

“Fantastic, Jack!” Daniel moaned. “I’m almost all the way in. You feel so good around me, so hot.” He wriggled in near-bliss. “Whenever you’re ready.” He met Jack’s eyes, feeling his own face contorting with lust. “Fuck yourself on my cock,” he whispered passionately.

“Daniel,” Jack whispered back, and began to move strongly, fearlessly. He was riding Daniel’s cock, fucking himself with it. His hips twisted erratically, and he saw stars as he accidentally discovered his prostate. He cried out with shock and pleasure.

Daniel slid his hands around Jack, gripping the hot flesh that he had spanked so soundly only minutes earlier. His fingers tightened spasmodically as he grunted. Jack was incredible, and Daniel was going to come any second. “Touch yourself,” he commanded, not wanting Jack to be left behind.

Jack shifted his weight onto one arm and began to stroke his cock firmly. He felt Daniel’s fingers digging into his sore bottom, and he was brought to the edge. Gasping, he pumped his fist frantically, raising and lowering his hips with no sense of rhythm at this juncture. He hazily heard Daniel cry out and felt the cock buried in his depths jerking. Daniel was coming, filling him.

Owning him.

Jack stared down at Daniel’s flushed, contorted face. He felt the now-familiar sensation in his chest, and warmth rushed through his entire body. His eyes twisted shut as his cock erupted, his heavy balls pumping out their load. He heard himself groaning. His eyes opened, and as he stared, mesmerized, his cock emitted more warm fluid. It trailed down over Daniel’s smooth chest and joined together with the ribbon of white that was his first shot of come.

Jack’s gaze moved slowly upwards until it locked with Daniel’s heavy-lidded blue eyes. Daniel was watching him; watching him come. Jack moaned as his hand milked the last drops of come from his balls. He sank forward, crouched over Daniel, his ass in the air. He felt Daniel’s penis slide limply out of his body. His hole contracted, and he felt fluid trickling down his leg. Daniel’s sperm was leaking out of him.

Jack was horrified to hear a sob come from his throat. He climbed off of Daniel and collapsed onto the bed, face pressed into the mattress. He felt the bed shift as Daniel moved. A warm hand began stroking his back. “You okay?” Daniel asked, sounding tentative. Jack nodded his head and sniffed. “Don’t hide,” Daniel coaxed. “Please?” Jack turned his head and blinked spiky lashes.

Daniel smiled gently. “Hold on a second,” he said, giving Jack’s back a last pat. He sat up and tugged at the comforter, which lay crookedly against the foot of the bed. Pulling it up over them both, he lay back down, on his side this time, facing Jack, who was wiping moisture from his face. Taking Jack’s damp hand in his own, Daniel said softly, “I want to talk to you about something.”

“I remember,” Jack said, sniffing again. “What is it?”

“If you’re interested,” Daniel said slowly, “I’d like to take things further.”

“Further?” Jack asked in mild astonishment, tears forgotten.

“Yes, further. Deeper,” Daniel replied. “We’re still just scratching the surface of what a relationship like this can be like.”

“Should I be running from the room in terror?” Jack half-joked. “You’ve got to give me more to go on than that.”

“More intimacy, for one thing,” Daniel answered.

Jack flushed vividly. “I just fucked myself on your cock, Daniel. After lying across your lap….More intimate than that?”

“Different kinds of intimacy. For example,” Daniel said, heading off Jack’s inevitable question, “right now, I could tell you to go take a shower. Or I could go in the shower with you, and wash you.” Jack’s lips parted soundlessly. “That’s one example. More talking. For instance, I might ask you how you felt while you were fucking yourself on my cock.” Jack flushed again, causing Daniel to smile knowingly.

“Anything else?” Jack choked out. “What besides intimacy?”

“Stronger discipline. You did quite well, when I told you to stay still while I was spanking you.” Jack opened and closed his mouth, nodding his head. “What if I had ordered you to be silent, too?”

Jack exhaled loudly. “Doubt if I could have pulled that one off, Danny Boy.”

“With the proper training, you’d learn to control yourself.”

“Training?” Jack gulped, eyebrows elevated.

“Yep,” Daniel said, giving Jack’s hand a squeeze. “Training. Training in how to satisfy me with your mouth, for one thing. Not that you’ve done a bad job of it, just that there are specific things I enjoy, and you would need to learn them.”

“Blow job lessons,” Jack said disbelievingly.

“Do you see where all this is heading?” Daniel asked, not sure if Jack would understand right away.

“Sorry, no,” Jack admitted.

“What I’m talking about is a greater degree of submission on your part. You’ve done everything I’ve asked of you, and believe me, you’ve done it beautifully, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Jack stared, wide-eyed. “But I would like more,” Daniel continued. “I’d enjoy seeing outward signs of submission, when I haven’t asked anything of you.”

Jack frowned slightly, thinking hard. “Like when I knelt that time?”

“Yes, that’s right! I didn’t have to ask you, you just knew that you wanted to do it,” Daniel said, pleased. “Being naked is another outward expression of submission. Whether we were going to do anything sexual or not, your being naked when we’re together would be an outward show.”

“Like if we rented a movie, or something?” Jack asked thoughtfully.

“Right.” Daniel tried to read his friend’s face. “How is this sounding to you? So far, I mean.”

“What, there’s more?” Jack quipped weakly. Daniel’s thumb was stroking the back of his hand, as the other man waited for an answer. “Daniel, I’ve loved everything you’ve shown me so far,” he admitted readily. “And, uh, some of this stuff you’re saying sounds kinda hot, you know?” He searched Daniel’s face anxiously. “But I’m not sure if I can pull it off. The kind of things you’d be wanting, or expecting. What if it doesn’t work out?”

“Where would we be then?” Daniel prompted. Jack nodded. “Maybe where we are right now; or maybe it would all be over. But I’d really like to try, if you’re willing after we’ve discussed it some more.”

“I wouldn’t want it to be over,” Jack said, not looking at his friend. “What if I say no?”

“We can keep going like we have been, if you want,” Daniel said. “But I have to tell you, ultimately that wouldn’t be enough for me.” Jack gave him a strange look. “It’s not all about your needs, Jack,” Daniel told him softly. “I have a need to be more dominant. And I think we can meet each other’s needs. Everything we’ve done so far tells me that, based on my prior experiences.”

“Okay,” Jack said, “so tell me more. Convince me! I’m pretty much willing to be convinced, ya know,” he confessed awkwardly.

“Okay,” Daniel said, grinning. “More bondage, stricter bondage. Much more frequent.” He watched Jack’s face eagerly. “Harsher implements for spanking.” When Jack tensed in surprise, Daniel hastened to add, “I would never harm you, Jack. It’s for your pleasure, too. There’s always the hairbrush, and the hand, but sometimes, just sometimes, I would use something more along the lines of a riding crop.”

“Ouch!” Jack automatically protested.

“Oh, yes. Ouch!” Daniel grinned. “But of course a riding crop wouldn’t be used for the same number of blows as a hairbrush. Maybe ten fast cracks, followed by a hard fuck.”

“Jesus!” Jack exclaimed, quivering. He could feel his palm beginning to sweat in Daniel’s grasp.

“And what if I forbade you to come? Riding crop, hard fuck, no orgasm for you. That would be part of your training, too. I guess that a lot of this boils down to you having to work harder. And your being willing to do that extra work boils down to the depth of your desire to please me.” Jack was breathing heavily now and trembling. His face was flushed. Was it arousal? “Is your cock getting hard, Jack?”

Jack jerked, staring at Daniel, mouth agape.

“Jack?” Daniel asked sternly.

“You know it is!” Jack gasped.

“That’s another thing,” Daniel told him seriously. “You shouldn’t assume that I automatically know what you’re thinking or feeling. It’ll still be your responsibility to let me know when I go too far. Or, or, if your knees are bothering you. Did they hurt before?”

“No,” Jack told him. “Not kneeling on something soft like the bed.”

“Okay, well sometimes you’ll be kneeling on a hard surface, and I need to be able to rely on you to tell me honestly when it’s too much.” Daniel gave Jack’s sweaty hand a hard squeeze. “I’m going to be responsible for taking care of you, and your physical and psychological needs. But I can’t do it without your help.”

“What would I be responsible for?” Jack said, wonderingly.

“Just pleasing me. That’s it,” Daniel grinned. “And you’re very, very good at that already. You’ll submit to me, be obedient, display your submission in the ways I’ll teach you.” He felt Jack’s hand shaking in unison with the rest of his body. Daniel’s own heart was pounding.

“You’re talking like it’s a done deal,” Jack whispered.

Daniel let go of Jack’s hand, and stroked his face tenderly. “It will be when you say ‘yes’.”

“I’ll still have my safe words?” Jack sought reassurance. “I can always change my mind?”

“That’s right,” Daniel soothed. “You’ll be granting me authority over your body, but you can always take it back.” He pushed the comforter down and away, and shifted lower on the bed. “We’ll draw up a list of rules,” he told Jack, mumbling as he dragged his lips across his stomach. He gave Jack’s cock a slow lick, and then bent over the side of the bed. He came back up with one of the cloth strips that they had used the previous day. “Put your hands over your head,” he ordered.

Jack’s mind was racing, filled with exciting and frightening images, as he felt his hands being bound tightly to the headboard. And then Daniel’s talented mouth was engulfing his prick, and his mind emptied of all other thoughts.

~~~~

After Daniel washed Jack in the shower, they sat down together at the computer, and started drawing up a list of ‘rules’. Daniel was fully clothed, and Jack was naked and ruefully self-conscious about it. But the happiness on his friend’s face kept him feeling comfortably warm all over.

They had already covered most of what they had talked about in the bedroom. It gave Jack the strangest feeling, to see it written in black and white that he was going to receive blow job lessons. It had made him snicker, and Daniel was in such a good mood that he had barely even received a glare from him.

It was really not a list of rules, at all. Goals, expectations. Rights and responsibilities. It was, in essence, a contract. An ‘arrangement’, Daniel was calling it.

Daniel slid the keyboard a few inches away. “Let’s take a couple of minutes to talk about what I’m not going to ask of you.”

Jack snuck out a hand and pushed the keyboard’s up arrow with one finger, scrolling up the long list that Daniel had just typed. “Are you sure there’s anything left?” he teased. Daniel smacked lightly at his hand. “Ow!” Jack whined.

Daniel just grinned. “Ready? Okay. There are a lot of different ways to go about forming an arrangement, and different doms enjoy different things.” He fixed his eyes on Jack. “Some men would chain you to the foot of the bed and make you sleep on the floor at night. Others might insist that you keep your eyes downcast submissively at all times, unless instructed otherwise. You’ll be happy to hear that we’re not doing either of those.”

“Good,” Jack nodded. “My old bones would never be able to take the floor night after night.”

“I won’t make you lick my boots.”

“Eww, thank you,” Jack grimaced, his tongue almost able to taste leather. He pointed at the computer screen. “Is kissing your feet on there?”

“No, but I’ll be sure to add it, along with toe sucking. Thanks for the reminder,” Daniel said, straight faced.

Jack shrugged casually. “That’ll be okay,” he said carefully. And then he realized that there was little point in trying to deceive Daniel, when the very thought of Daniel’s toes in his mouth was giving him an all-too-visible erection.

“I’m not into rim jobs,” Daniel continued. “It’s not something that I would ever want to do myself, and I won’t ask anybody else to do it.”

Jack’s cock twitched and grew another inch. He glared at it. “I would do it,” he said very softly. He heard Daniel exhale slowly.

“Thank you, Jack. I’ll bear that in mind. Maybe for my birthday,” Daniel laughed, and squirmed in his seat. Jack’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Um, I won’t be urinating on you.”

Jack’s jaw dropped. And closed again. “Nice to know,” he said enthusiastically.

“How do you feel about enemas?” Daniel asked, eyes glinting wickedly.

Jack blinked, frozen. “How am I supposed to feel?” he asked, taken aback.

“They can be very erotic,” Daniel told him. “Seriously.” Jack continued to look doubtful. “We’ll try one,” Daniel decided. “If you don’t enjoy it, we won’t do it again.”

Jack watched, brow knit, as Daniel updated their list. An enema? It was his turn to squirm in his chair. Well, it would certainly be submissive!

Daniel continued his litany. “I won’t brand, tattoo, or pierce you.”

“Jesus!” Jack’s hands were instinctively covering his genitals. “Thank you very much!”

“I’ll never place you in bondage and leave the house.” Jack shuddered dramatically, and Daniel smiled broadly, but quickly became more serious. “I won’t hit you in the face, or call you names, or make you crawl.” Jack stared at him silently. “It’s not my intention to ever demean you in any way, Jack. If you ever feel that I’m breaking that promise, I want you to tell me right away.”

“I will,” Jack said solemnly.

“You’re an equal partner in all of this,” Daniel continued. “It’s no good for me any other way.” He smiled at Jack, rather shyly, the other man thought. “I think we’ve started out that way, and the fact that I’m asking you to be more submissive doesn’t mean that I think you’re inferior to me in any way.”

Jack placed his hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “I know, Daniel.” He grinned. “I still get to boss you around at work, so it’ll all even out, right?”

Daniel pursed his lips and gave Jack a sour look. Then a tiny smile crept across his face. He turned to the PC, and began to type. “There’s still one area that we haven’t discussed.”

Jack tilted his head and read what Daniel had just written. Punishment. He heard a roaring in his ears.

“I told you that obedience is always rewarded, didn’t I?” Daniel reflected. “Now we talk about the penalty for disobedience.”

Jack could hardly breathe.

Daniel turned to him and gave him a hard stare. “My punishments are severe, Jack. It will be my intention to teach you a lesson that you will never forget. But I will never harm you, and once you have taken your punishment, you will be forgiven.”

“What…” Jack couldn’t form a complete sentence to save his life.

“Remember when I used the paddle on you? I started easy, which I wouldn’t do if you were being punished. But basically a punishment would be very similar to that experience, in terms of the pain that’s produced.” Daniel surveyed Jack’s tense face. “The difference is, that the paddling you had was meant to arouse us both. You were submitting, and I was very pleased. As soon as it ended, we moved right on to sex, and orgasms.

“But, in a punishment situation, there is no intent to arouse. I will not find your submission pleasing. Your disobedience will have displeased me very much.” Jack ducked his head, flushing. “The exact same number of blows, with the exact same speed and weight, will feel entirely different when you know that you are suffering punishment. It’s your duty to please me, Jack. You will be ashamed at having failed.”

Jack looked up quickly. “I don’t want to fail you, Daniel. But how can I help it? This is all new to me. I’m bound to fall short sometimes, aren’t I?” His face was a picture of anxiety.

Daniel’s expression softened. He patted his friend on the arm. “I’ll expect your best effort, not instant perfection. As long as you’re sincerely trying, you’re never going to disappoint me. As you get more experienced, my expectations will rise. If I know for a fact that you’re capable of carrying out the instructions I’ve given you, and you fail to do so, then you’ll need to be reminded of your duty, so that you try harder the next time.”

“I should have been expecting this, shouldn’t I?” Jack said after a few moments silence.

“Yes,” Daniel answered. “It’s an integral part of what we’re going to be doing.”

“I just need to trust you, I know that,” Jack said painfully. “But I’m not finding this easy.”

Daniel’s fingers curled tightly around the arm of Jack’s chair. “Is this a deal-breaker?” he asked tensely.

“No,” Jack said slowly. “I still want to do this.” He looked at his friend’s concerned face. “I need to try,” he continued. “I need….I need….”

Daniel quickly seized Jack’s hand in a warm clasp. “I know exactly what you need, Jack.” He jerked his head towards the PC monitor. “And it’s my duty to make sure that you get everything that you need, remember? I can take you places that you’ve never been before, Jack. Just trust me to lead the way.” His eyes were ablaze with conviction.

Jack felt a new sensation in his chest this time. It was his heart melting. “Yes,” he said with a ring of new-found confidence in his voice. “Show me the way.”

~~~~

And so Jack’s training began, in a dizzying flurry of cock rings, and handcuffs, and ball gags.

He learned exactly how to please Daniel with his mouth. Just how to swirl his tongue, just how hard to suck, how fast to bob his head up and down. He learned to suckle on Daniel’s balls, rolling them gently in his wide-stretched mouth. He learned to use his hands while he sucked, and he learned to suck with his hands cuffed behind his back. He did it sitting down, kneeling, crouching. He learned that he liked it when he bent over Daniel’s supine body. He learned that he liked it even better when Daniel knelt above him and fed his cock into Jack’s gaping mouth. He learned to do it all blindfolded. He learned to love Daniel’s taste.

Daniel was an excellent teacher.

He taught Jack how to pose for him. Kneeling with his hands clasped behind his neck. Or with his neck stretched forward and submissively bowed. On his feet, with his rigid cock in one hand, and his balls squeezed in the other. On his hands and knees, with his chest low, and his ass held high, waiting to be spanked, or fucked. Or with his head high, and his back arched. Stretching to his limits, hoping for Daniel’s warm praise.

Daniel was lavish with his praise. Jack pleased him very much, and Daniel made sure that he knew that.

Silence was hard for Jack. After the first disastrous attempt at keeping silent while Daniel slowly fucked him, they depended on gags exclusively for a while. Jack was trying very hard, and the gag muffled any inadvertent sounds. Eventually, they would try again without the aid of any gag, and Jack was certain to have improved. But Daniel had a feeling that it was inevitable that one day he would have to punish Jack for his failure in this area.

It was easier for Jack to keep silent during a flogging or a spanking, than during moments of pure pleasure. His military training perhaps? And his ability to keep still might be attributed to that, too. Perhaps, one day, Daniel would ask him what he thought about it. But for now, he kept his questions to the minimum. Sharing his innermost thoughts and desires was still very hard for Jack, who had confessed his difficulty on his knees. Which had touched Daniel greatly.

Because an outward show of submission was one thing. Truly humbling oneself, not in the hopes of pleasing, but from some inner urge, was another thing entirely. Daniel had thanked Jack, and petted him, and laid him on the bed and worshiped him with everything his body could offer. It had been a sweet, gentle fuck. Different, and special. There had been stars in Jack’s eyes when they were finished.

~~~~

They had tried the enema. Daniel bought a syringe at the drug store, and filled a measuring cup with purified water. He added salt, and warmed it in the microwave. Jack was waiting for him in the bathroom, laying on his left side on the towels that Daniel had used to cover the floor. Daniel sat behind him and used lube to grease the end of the syringe, and to coat Jack’s hole and interior passageway. He filled the bulb and slid the narrow nozzle gently into Jack’s rectum.

As Daniel squeezed the bulb, Jack felt the warm water pushing its way into his bowels. He had had medical enemas, but they had been nothing like this. Daniel had lit candles, for crying out loud! And the sensation of warmth was very relaxing. Jack closed his eyes and felt the nozzle slipping out. Soon it was back, and more water spurted gently into his body.

By the time the measuring cup was empty, Jack was breathing in and out deeply. His cock was rigid and leaking from the tip. He had cramped slightly a few times, but Daniel had simply rubbed his back, waiting for the ache to pass. Now, Daniel was climbing over Jack, and lying down in front of him, in the 69 position. “You need to hold it for at least five minutes or more,” Daniel said softly, stroking the beautifully hard prick before him.

“So, just to kill time…” Jack’s effort at humor came to an abrupt end as Daniel swallowed him whole. Hoping he wasn’t going to embarrass himself by having an accident, Jack pulled Daniel’s cock towards his mouth. In less than two minutes, Daniel was drinking down Jack’s come. Jack sucked harder, rubbing and tugging at Daniel’s balls firmly. He wasn’t terribly good at 69 yet, since he got too distracted by what Daniel was doing to him. Someday he hoped to have Daniel coming first. He heard the catch in Daniel’s breath that warned of his nearness to orgasm. Relaxing his throat, Jack swallowed a little bit deeper. Daniel groaned and twitched, shooting his come into Jack’s eagerly sucking mouth.

They relaxed there on the floor for another minute, licking gently at each other. Then Daniel rolled away with a sigh. Patting Jack’s shoulder, he rose to his feet. “I’ll leave you alone. Just wait until you feel like you really have to go, and then get up right after the strong urge passes.” Jack nodded, eyes sliding closed.

As he lay on the floor, limbs lax, waiting, Jack knew that he had never come harder in his entire life. Or ever felt more calm and centered. Daniel had been right. As usual.

~~~~

Jack proved to be very good at holding back his orgasm. Daniel was frankly astonished. He had expected there to be many failures before they achieved success at this. But right from the beginning, Jack was able to wait until he had permission before he came. When Daniel introduced a cock ring into the picture, Jack was transformed into the very ideal of beautiful suffering. Daniel could torment him for ages, while Jack’s cock remained painfully erect.

At times, Jack wept with frustration. But Daniel’s hand tenderly stroking through his hair, his voice telling Jack how good he was being, how incredible he looked - those things made it all worthwhile. Jack could not in all honesty say that he physically enjoyed what was happening, but he was proud to be able to excite Daniel so much. He was aware, at such moments, of the change that was slowly taking place inside of him. He was becoming a true submissive. Daniel’s pleasure was becoming more and more important with each passing day, with each new lesson learned.

And that was the only thing that got him through the 48 hour orgasm-free period that Daniel imposed on him one weekend.

It was easily the longest weekend of Jack O’Neill’s life, and he made Daniel promise faithfully to never ask that of him again.

When Daniel had finally given his permission to come, Jack had deliriously estimated that at least a quart of semen had erupted, painfully and ecstatically, from his poor abused cock and balls. He ached pleasantly for days. It made working with Daniel for that next week a very interesting experience. Jack had wanted to drop to his knees every time he saw the man.

A new word entered his mental vocabulary. Master.

He kept this to himself.

~~~~

The two men spent more and more time together. They kept their more ‘physical’ activities to the weekend, for the most part. But Jack began to find unique pleasure in just sitting quietly in Daniel’s presence. He would show up at Daniel’s apartment on a weeknight. When Daniel let him in, they would exchange a smile, and then Daniel would go back to whatever he had been doing before Jack’s arrival.

And Jack would strip off his clothing and go to sit at Daniel’s feet. He found a strange inner peace from performing this simple submissive act. Sometimes Daniel would place handcuffs on his wrists, or put a gag into his mouth. It was never about sex, but it was all about pleasure. A quiet, companionable, mutual pleasure. Daniel enjoyed feeling Jack’s weight leaning against his leg, and Jack enjoyed feeling Daniel’s hand stroking his hair.

Usually Jack went home whenever he was ready, but a few times Daniel had invited him to stay the night. The last time, Daniel had curled his body around Jack’s back, and they had fallen asleep like that. Jack had slept like a baby and woken up to find that Daniel’s head was sharing his pillow. Jack lay there motionless for nearly an hour, just watching his friend slumber, his heart so full that it was almost painful.

When Daniel had finally woken up, the first sight he saw was soft brown eyes. He had smiled in sleepy contentment and placed Jack’s hand on his morning erection.

Five minutes later Jack was on his back, pressing his knees to his chest, while Daniel smoothly and forcefully fucked him.

It was quite a way to wake up.

~~~~

Daniel was extremely pleased with Jack’s growth and development as a submissive. A strong man like Jack handing over control to someone else was a rare and precious gift. There was an old saying, about the boardroom and the bedroom. Many subs were men who had power and authority in their everyday lives. And they found release in giving up control in the bedroom. Jack also had tremendous responsibilities. His orders could result in deaths. His actions could save or jeopardize the entire planet.

In Daniel’s caring hands, Jack could be free of all that. That was the gift that Daniel gave in return.

And the sex was fantastic.

~~~~

Jack’s indoctrination into the art of bondage was progressing slowly, just as Daniel had planned. He introduced new methods, and new tools, one at a time.

Just the different ways and means of binding Jack’s wrists were endlessly fascinating. In front, in back, overhead. While standing, kneeling, lying down. Wrist-to-thigh restraints. Cuffs, straps, rope. Before, or during a session with the riding crop, or a fuck.

Add in the feet, and you had an entire new set of parameters with which to work. Legs spread, or tightly together. Hands tied the same way, or the opposite? The delights of the spreader bar. Jack on his back, ankles fastened to the bar, which was then raised, bringing his legs up into the air. When the bar was firmly fixed to the headboard, Jack’s vulnerable ass was open to whatever attack Daniel cared to launch. And his cock and balls had no protection, either. For the first time, Jack’s most tender areas felt the hot lick of a belt.

Knees and elbows weren’t forgotten, either. Jack swaying on his feet, head flung back, wrists and elbows bound behind his back. His shoulder blades were drawn together, and his chest was pushed forward, drawing attention to his nipples, which Daniel had tightly clamped. A truly erotic vision.

Jack over Daniel’s lap, knees and ankles tightly bound. A ball-gag muffling Jack’s yelps as Daniel wielded the paddle with vigor. Later, Daniel half-dragged, half-carried Jack to the bed and laid him on his side. While Jack curled himself into a ball by wrapping his hands behind his knees, Daniel laid behind him and plundered his willing body, stroking the curve of his back.

Now it was time to pull everything together, and use heavy bondage to immobilize Jack completely. Daniel had been planning this for days, and he got rock-hard every time he thought about it. It was the ultimate feeling of power, to have another human being truly helpless and completely at your mercy. He would never harm Jack, he had no desire whatsoever to do so. But it was a delicious feeling all the same to know that Jack trusted him so absolutely.

He hadn’t told Jack what he was going to do. The element of surprise would be a nice touch. Daniel’s eyes gleamed, as he assembled all the necessary equipment. His hands were trembling very slightly, causing him to smile self-mockingly. Patience.

~~

Jack was sitting on the edge of the couch, watching the clock. Daniel had told him to come to the bedroom at 9:00. It was 8:55, and Jack was impatient. Daniel was definitely up to something, and Jack couldn’t wait to find out what it was. He couldn’t wait to feel Daniel’s hands on his body, to obey Daniel’s orders. Just for a short time, to be the center of Daniel’s universe. As Daniel had become the center of his.

~~

Jack walked into the bedroom at the appointed hour. Daniel smiled at him welcomingly, noting the sparkle in his friend’s eyes. “Feeling good, Jack?” he quizzed.

“Now that you mention it,” Jack replied with a smirk, trying to peek around Daniel and see what implements were going to be used on him tonight.

“I’m going to make you feel even better,” Daniel said, confidently. “C’mon.” He led Jack to the foot of the bed and had him bend down, leaning on the footboard.

Jack took a deep breath as he watched Daniel pick up a butt plug. “Is that the big one?” he asked.

Daniel shook his head, snagging the lube, and a towel. He returned to Jack. “Second biggest.” Daniel coated his fingers with lube and soon had Jack stretched to the point where he could accept three fingers without too much difficulty. Daniel withdrew his fingers, and applied a liberal coating of gel to the surface of the plug. He gave his hands a quick wipe, and placed the blunt head of the toy at Jack’s asshole.

Jack braced himself, and consciously relaxed his rectal muscles as much as he could. The plug began to work its way inside, feeling good at first. As the wider portion pressed into him, Jack was uncomfortably stretched. He didn’t like this part, but he loved what came next. That knowledge helped him to stay relaxed. “Now,” Daniel told him, and with a last hard push, the plug was in place. Jack knew a fierce moment or two of pain as his rectum snapped shut, squeezing the intruder. It was exciting to him, and soon it faded into a wonderful feeling of being filled completely.

Next, Daniel arranged Jack face down on the bed, with a pillow under his abdomen. This served the purpose of elevating his bottom, giving his cock room to move, and keeping his face from pressing into the mattress. “Okay?” Daniel asked. At Jack’s nod, he continued, “I’m going to gag you in a little while, but for right now, I want you to be really quiet, okay?” Jack nodded again. “Good. Put your wrists behind your back.”

Jack shifted, bringing his arms into position. Daniel slid on a pair of leather wrist restraints, and hooked them together. Next, he did the same thing with ankle restraints. Jack was motionless, and silent except for his heavy breathing. Daniel picked up a length of soft rope.

Jack felt Daniel’s hands on the back of his legs, and felt something being passed underneath his knees, again and again. As Daniel drew it tight, and tied it securely, Jack was able to identify it as rope. He gave a little shiver, and clenched his lips tightly shut, fighting back a moan. Now Daniel was gently stroking the back of his arms, producing another shiver. And another rope. Soon his elbows were bound together by a series of loops, which felt heavy and confining, but didn’t place too much strain on his shoulders.

He was helpless. And aroused. Daniel’s warm hand was stroking his body, and Jack felt an intense longing that he couldn’t define. Now the hand pressed gently at the back of his neck, and Daniel spoke softly in his ear. “I want you to just lie there like this for a little while, Jack. Just feel the restraints I’ve placed on your body. Just imagine how you look to me.”

Daniel stepped away from Jack’s side, and moved to the foot of the bed, where he simply stood and stared. He loved Jack’s long, lean body. He loved touching it, looking at it, arousing it. But Jack had never looked better to him than he did at this very moment, tightly bound and awaiting Daniel’s pleasure.

Jack rested his forehead on the mattress and shut his eyes. He felt the bonds, he could feel the plug inside him, he felt the weight of Daniel’s eyes on him. He pictured himself as Daniel must see him. How did it make Daniel feel? Did he feel the same quiet joy and excited anticipation that Jack did? Did the sight of his handiwork make Daniel glow with pride? Was he busy thinking about what came next, or was he simply basking in the moment? Jack lay silent and still, happy to be able to give this moment in time to Daniel.

Daniel stood there, almost in a trance, for a good fifteen minutes. If he had seen himself in a mirror, he would have been surprised at the tender expression on his face. He finally roused himself enough to realize that Jack could be made even more beautiful. He came to the side of the bed, and reached out to run his hand over the slope of Jack’s bottom. He saw Jack’s head turn a few inches, and saw an eye gazing up at him dreamily. “You’re taking my breath away,” he whispered. Jack’s mouth curved into a slight smile.

Daniel picked up a gag, and gently lifted Jack’s head. Jack opened his mouth, and Daniel inserted the gag. He lowered Jack’s head and fastened the straps of the gag. He took a moment to appreciate the contribution that the gag made to the over-all picture. All that was needed was the final touch.

Jack watched, still dreamy, as Daniel picked up the riding crop. He turned his face back towards the mattress and waited for the first blow. It landed across the top of his thighs, and Jack’s body jerked within its bonds. He exhaled noisily. A flare of pain sent a wave of delight straight to his cock. The second blow made Jack feel dizzy, as he tried once again to imagine how he must look to Daniel, and what Daniel must be feeling as he marked Jack’s body with the outward proof of his ownership.

With the third and fourth blows, Jack was concentrating on the feeling of his bonds, and his total helplessness. He felt unreal. The fifth strike of the crop, on his thighs again, both grounded him with the pain, and started him floating. Through a fog, he felt Daniel’s hand stroking his buttocks, tracing the red marks. Daniel. Jack felt a deep peace inside himself, and a strong connection to his partner. Daniel. He floated higher.

Daniel stripped off his clothing and climbed onto the bed. Straddling Jack’s body, he took his cock firmly in his hand, and began to rub the leaking tip against the welts left by the crop. Jack had remained silent throughout, and Daniel’s awe and passion were growing in response. “You’re magnificent, Jack,” he said with a tremor in his voice. “I’m so proud of you.” He reached underneath Jack’s legs and found his rigid cock. “Are you almost ready to come, Jack?” He worked his fist up and down a few times. “I know I am. You’re so exciting, I can’t hold back much longer,” he said passionately. “Four more with the crop, and then I want you to come for me. Just let everything go, and come for me.”

Daniel’s words reverberated inside Jack’s head and heart. The bed moved as Daniel climbed off again. Without his weight to hold him down, Jack began to float upwards again.

Daniel delivered the last four blows in quick succession, each one building on the one before it. And then he threw down the riding crop and fell onto the bed, pressing his erupting cock against Jack’s red-hot ass. As he came, he clutched at Jack’s bound hands and called out his name ecstatically.

Jack was only dimly aware of Daniel’s semen splashing onto his buttocks. In blissful obedience, he was letting go of everything to which he had still clung, giving everything that he was to Daniel. With a tremendous shudder, Jack came, soaking the pillow and the sheet with his offering. Master.

~~

The next thing that Jack was really aware of, was Daniel’s voice, speaking to him with urgency. Daniel had unfastened the restraints at Jack’s elbows and wrists, and rolled him over onto his back. Daniel’s heart delighted at the evidence of Jack’s orgasm, but he quickly became concerned about his friend’s unresponsiveness. He called Jack’s name and tapped on his cheek. Jack’s eyelashes fluttered open.

When Daniel saw the look in Jack’s eyes, his heart skipped a beat. With a relieved smile, he said, “Welcome to sub space, Jack.” He quickly removed the gag. “How do you feel?” He stroked a shaky hand through Jack’s sweaty hair.

Jack blinked. “Wonderful,” he managed to say. His tongue felt foreign in his mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off Daniel’s face. Awareness of his body slowly returned and he felt the bed beneath him. He had floated back down to earth, evidently. Back to Daniel.

Daniel’s expression changed. “‘Wonderful’ is exactly the right word. You were wonderful, Jack.” His voice began to shake. He cupped Jack’s face tenderly in the palm of his hand. “You were so beautiful, sweetheart, you were perfection.” He saw the dreaminess depart from Jack’s eyes and realized what he had just said. He started to pull away, but Jack’s hand flew up and grabbed him by the wrist. “I’m just going to untie your legs,” Daniel said nervously.

Jack shook his head, pulling Daniel’s hand to his mouth and planting a kiss in the palm. He studied Daniel’s eyes, sending a message with his own. Daniel blinked and licked his lips, drawing Jack’s eyes to them. Jack reached up an arm, and put it around Daniel’s shoulders, pulling him down to the bed. Hampered by his remaining bonds, Jack rolled over awkwardly, winding up half-sprawled over Daniel’s trembling body. Daniel stared up into Jack’s shining eyes, heart thudding in his chest.

“I love you, Daniel. Love you so much,” Jack whispered passionately.

Daniel sighed and put his hand on the back of Jack’s neck. “Yes,” he said simply, “I love you, too.” He pulled Jack closer, and strained up towards him.

Jack closed the last few inches that remained between them, and placed his lips on Daniel’s. The grip around his neck tightened, as Daniel opened his mouth sweetly to him.

It was their first kiss.

COMING NEXT

The Series Conclusion

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Comments

[theemdash]

*sigh* Wonderful build to the kiss. Wonderful.

[sid]

All that time, all that sex, all that intimacy. *sighs with you* FINALLY, a kiss.

[theemdash]

To be honest, that's the way I like it. ;) Sometimes it's just more fun if they've had all that and haven't kissed.

[sid]

Oh, of course! Teh big romantic moment is the best payoff of all!

I mean, maybe someday I'll write a J/D story where they're just really good friends who like to fool around. Maybe. But you know, if I did, everybody would be demanding the sequel. It's just incomplete without the big realization and the pounding hearts and the passionate smooch. *points to shelf of Harlequins as proof positive* :-D

[theemdash]

Y'know, I've never written one where they're just friends either. I've done stuff with actions that are just fooling around, but there's unspoken emotion beneath it all.

Bah. They're an OTP. Like we can fight it. ;)

[sid]

I surrendered without a single shot being fired. LOL

[kaziwren.livejournal.com]

You're killing meh DED! GOD!!!!!!!!!

[sid]

*beams* That is so nice to hear! Thank you.

[lady-susan-lj.livejournal.com]

Yes, the most important sex organ was the brain, and Daniel’s came equipped with a never-ending supply of fantasies and erotic images.

All Jack had to do was say yes.

Exactly.

[sid]

So glad you agree. Daniel is truly a master. :-)

[mirror-mirrin.livejournal.com]

Love the ending. Off to the next.