How it really all began....

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My First Story: 

It was late Halloween night, 2004, and I was bored.  Nothing sounded good.  Nothing on TV, I didn't feel like reading.  So I sat down at the computer and just started writing.  And found myself seeing Jack O'Neill in a whole new way! 

This first effort is very short, because I soon reached a point where I couldn't decide what to do next.  Or what Daniel would do next!  So I wrapped it up, rather neatly I thought.  And was so pleased with the result that I just had to share it.  So I posted it on Area 52. It's NC-17, BDSM, Stargate SG-1 slash:

SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Jack could not contain his moans, even knowing that he would be punished for his disobedience. The ivory dildo being twisted inside his ass was simply too much to take in silence. A shudder ran through his body as the motion inside his rectum stopped. He bit his lip, wishing he could see Daniel’s face. How angry was he? The blindfold was the one thing that he hated, that he wore only at his lover’s insistence. The soft black leather collar around his neck was not nearly as symbolic of his submission as the red silk blindfold..

The bed shifted as Daniel stood up, leaving the dildo lodged inside Jack. His footsteps crossed the carpeted floor of the bedroom, and passed into the hallway. Jack strained to listen , but heard only silence from the rest of the house. What was Daniel doing? Why hadn’t he spoken? He had expected words of rebuke, not silence.

Jack tried to count the minutes as they elapsed. He lay helpless in his restraints, his erection fading. His skin felt chilled as arousal gave way to anxiety. His eyes were tightly shut beneath their silk covering. Why was Daniel staying away so long? What would he do when he returned? Or was this…abandonment his punishment for breaking silence? He gently squeezed his rectum around the dildo, and tried to slow his breathing..

More time went by. Jack concentrated on his knowledge of his lover. Daniel would not just leave him tied up like this without a word. If this were his punishment, it would be explained to him, so that he could learn his lesson. Daniel was a born teacher, and his lessons were well taught. And learning was firmly reinforced, with hand or paddle. A contrite Jack, with a cherry-red ass, was the inevitable result. Jack devoutly wished for Daniel’s disciplinary touch now. His voice, his presence here in the bedroom.

Footsteps in the hallway. Jack released his breath, shivering. The steps approached nearer. The bed sank beneath Daniel’s weight. With great dismay Jack felt his right hand being freed from the strap which tied it to the rail of the headboard. Was it over? It couldn’t be. Now his right foot was free, and he felt Daniel straddling his body in order to reach the remaining bonds. Jack’s head was abruptly pushed to one side as Daniel’s agile fingers undid the knot of the blindfold. Jack kept his eyes squeezed shut as the cloth was lifted away.

Daniel shifted his body again, no longer straddling Jack. He now spoke for the first time, a cold order to turn over. Jack complied instantly, trying to mutely show his complete acceptance of whatever Daniel chose to do next. As he settled onto his stomach, the ivory dildo was jerked out of his asshole, causing it to spasm in brief pain. Jack pressed his face into the pillow and waited. Breathlessly.

THE END

I quickly received lovely, lovely feedback from people protesting, "You can't leave it like that!  What happens next?"

So I sat down and figured out what happened next, and wrote it.  With dialogue!!  Which I had very carefully avoided in the first part of the story, since I had no clue whether I could pull it off or not.  And then I posted it to Area 52, and sat back and waited for feedback:

SILENCE IS GOLDEN, PART 2

 

Jack was laying facedown on the bed, waiting to find out what form his punishment was going to take. “Put your hands behind your back.” directed Daniel, from his kneeling position at Jack‘s side. Jack lifted his arms backwards and crossed his wrists at the small of his back. Using one of the discarded straps that had recently tied Jack to the bed‘s headboard, Daniel snugly bound Jack‘s wrists together. Jack found that lying in this position caused his face to be buried too deeply in the pillow underneath him. He moved his head up and down restlessly, trusting Daniel to see his difficulty. Daniel always watched him and took care of him. A cool hand lifted his forehead, and the pillow was moved further towards the head of the bed. When Jack was lowered again, he found his forehead supported still by the pillow, but now his nose and mouth were free. His lips parted as he took a few long breaths..

Daniel’s hands were lifting Jack’s bound hands again. Another strap? This was something new. Daniel was binding Jack’s thumbs together. Jack felt the strap twisting around his thumbs, over and over. Another layer of sensation had just been added. When his hands were released to lie on his back, Jack explored this new sensation, gently wiggling his thumbs and pulling at his bonds. He tried to decide how it made him feel. More uncomfortable, certainly. His hands could not relax in a natural position, but were slightly turned inward. This angle caused new tensions that could be felt all the way up his arms and into his shoulders. Stressful, but not painful. He tried to picture how he must look to Daniel’s eyes, and felt his cock twitch against the mattress. That answered that question, he mused.

Daniel’s fingers hooked into the back of the leather collar that Jack wore, and tugged slightly. Jack arched his neck and lifted his head. Yes, you have my complete attention. “You were disobedient,” Daniel said softly. “I don’t give you any commands that I know are beyond your ability to obey. You are capable of maintaining silence.” Jack could feel the collar digging into his neck as he swallowed, his widened eyes staring straight ahead at the wall above the headboard.. “I’m going to punish you now, and you have my permission to make as much noise as you like, since that seems to be what you want.” Jack’s head was lowered, and the pressure on his windpipe was gone.

Daniel stepped away from the bed, and Jack heard the closet door opening. Two shelves in the bedroom closet held all the tools of restraint, pain and pleasure that his lover, and he, found to be such a necessary part of their relationship. He was in for a paddling, he knew that. There were so many different kinds of spankings. Some were done for both men’s arousal, fairly light blows and over with quickly. There were intimate spankings, over Daniel’s knee, with only Daniel’s firm hand on Jack’s inflamed skin. Whenever Jack felt that he needed something more, he was free to ask. Most often, though, the two lovers tended to be in tacit agreement. Daniel gave Jack exactly what he needed, to their mutual satisfaction. Jack had had more than a few orgasms under Daniel’s loving ministrations.

But a punishment spanking was something else again. Sometimes arousing, but never enjoyable. The pain was too real to be enjoyable.

Daniel, having selected a paddle, returned to the bed. Jack felt a hand stroke and pat his buttocks. “You’re not going to enjoy this at all, Jack.” Daniel murmured. Mindreader, Jack had time to think before the first blow fell, taking away his ability to think at all

~~

Daniel had established a pattern now, alternating blows on each of Jack’s ass cheeks. The initial swats had been heavy, followed by fast, random spanks that were lighter, but had more of a sting to them, causing Jack to begin panting.. After a short pause during which both men breathed heavily, the punishment had continued. Jack’s bottom felt blistered by the heat that Daniel was producing. He was squirming with the pain. The blows were spaced now, so that Jack had time to anticipate each one. Suddenly, three quick swats landed on his right cheek, all on the same spot. Jack jerked, and cried out with the pain, and the surprise of it. Daniel reached down and squeezed Jack’s right cheek, producing a whimper which pleased him no end. “Jack, I want you to be thinking about what you did that brought this on. I want you to be thinking about how to avoid this in the future..” Jack felt like he was melting from the sound of Daniel’s voice, and the fire that was his burning ass. “I want you to think about trying harder to please me. Your obedience pleases me.” Jack’s mouth opened and closed silently. He wanted to kiss Daniel. His foot, his hand, his cock. He was alive with pain, and with love.

Daniel began to unfasten the straps that bound his thumbs and wrists together. Each hand was gently laid on the bed, palm up, next to Jack’s thighs. Jack moaned with new pain as cramped muscles moved into new positions. Daniel’s hand stole between Jack’s slightly parted thighs, and palmed his balls, squeezing very gently for a few moments.. His flaccid cock began to stir and harden. Daniel’s finger reached forward, and stroked the burgeoning erection with one nail. Jack’s breath hissed between his clenched teeth. Daniel’s hands withdrew. “On your knees, Jack. Your punishment isn’t over.”

Jack responded as quickly as he could under the circumstances. He drew his arms forward, and turned his hands palm down, feeling his elbows and shoulders ache in protest as he pushed himself up to his knees. Now the pain of his sore bottom reasserted itself with a vengeance. Jack dropped his face into the pillow, clutching it with his fingers. He rocked back and forth on his knees. Daniel’s hand on his collar brought his head up. A loud moan escaped his lips. “Keep your head up, Jack. I want you to hold onto the headboard”. Jack opened his eyes, and dazedly reached for the rail of the headboard, one hand at a time.

~~

Jack was openly sobbing now. His wet eyes stared at nothing. His hands clutched the headboard, white-knuckled. One of Daniel’s hands rested on his back, while the other wielded the paddle with stinging accuracy, directing spanks to the back of his thighs. Not hard blows, Jack was past needing those. He hardly noticed when the spanking stopped. Something moved into his field of vision. Daniel was sliding the paddle onto the pillow underneath Jack. A sign that it was over. Now Jack cried tears of gratitude. And contrition. That was the whole point of the exercise, wasn‘t it?.

Daniel’s hand slid up his back and cupped the back of his sweaty head. Jack pushed back into the touch. Daniel’s other hand snagged the box of tissues from the nightstand, and placed it on the pillow. He leaned forward, pressed a kiss to Jack’s temple and advised him, “Blow.” As Daniel stepped away, and went into the adjoining bathroom, Jack wiped his eyes and blew his nose. He still felt completely dazed.

Daniel returned with a washcloth, hand towel and basin of cool water. Jack stared at him as he approached, blinking still-wet lashes. Daniel smiled very slightly and began to wash the tear stains from his lover’s flushed face. The cool water, oh…”Feels good.” Jack whispered.

“Good.” Daniel whispered back. He finished washing Jack’s face, and, removing the leather collar, bathed all around his neck as well. Then he tenderly wiped him dry. Jack’s eyes never left Daniel’s face. Daniel smiled again, just a little wider this time. With thumb and two fingers, he tilted Jack’s chin, and took his mouth in a soft kiss. Jack sighed, and felt something deep inside of himself unknot. This was his lover. The one who owned him, completely.

“C’mon, lay down.” Daniel urged. “Let’s do something about that red, red bottom.” Their eyes met, and Jack’s no longer appeared dazed, but rather contained contentment. Both men smiled. Jack lowered himself to his stomach, not without a renewal of pain. This punishment had been intense, and he would be feeling the aftereffects for some time to come. Just as it should be. But for now, he could enjoy feeling the coolness of the washcloth, as Daniel repeatedly re-wet it and draped it soothingly over his butt, and thighs. And with his head turned this way, he could watch Daniel’s intent face, as he tended to his lover. His heart swelled inside him, and for a moment it was hard to breathe.

Daniel must have sensed that something was wrong, for he turned a concerned face toward Jack and asked “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Jack nodded, and groped out with one hand. Daniel took the hand into his warm grasp, and rubbed soothingly with his thumb. Jack squeezed, and Daniel squeezed back, still watching him carefully. Jack rolled slowly onto one hip, opened his mouth and tried to speak. Only a harsh croak came out. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Danny.”

Daniel smiled, and stroked Jack’s cheek with the back of his free hand. “What is it?”

“Make love to me. Please.”

THE END

But I didn't get any feedback!  And I was already addicted!!  So I had to write more!!!

And lo, an author was born.