'Forbidden Fruit', Daniel, NC-17

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A companion piece to Solo Flight, Jack, NC-17.

Beta kudos to fiareynneand juliabk (who also gets the credit for the story title), and a big thank you to dustandrosesfor an idea she gave me in her comment to Jack's story.  :-)

Warnings: het, BDSM, masturbation

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Two months before How It All Began

 

There was a limit to what porn could do for you, no matter how good it was, or how many of your buttons it pushed. This one was pretty good, and the two men were attractive, but Daniel’s mind kept wandering. He wanted to be doing, not watching. He stroked a slick hand idly up his cock. Maybe it was time for a trip to Denver. He squeezed the top of his cock, smiling at his body’s instant reaction to that idea. He could do it next weekend; it wouldn’t be a problem.

 

The club in Denver was discreet, but he still kept his visits to a minimum. Submissive men were always thick on the ground there, longing for a Dom to make them feel alive, to fulfill their fantasies. He could let his most forceful side come out to play when he was there. His needs would build up during his time away from the club, and the release of  tension was always exquisite.

 

Not sexual tension, per se. He wasn’t there to have orgasms. He really wasn’t interested in coming with strangers. He simply craved the power. Men kneeling at his feet, granting him the right to do with their bodies as he chose. To give them pain and pleasure and release. Most of them wanted to come, but not all by any means. Some just needed the release from their daily stresses that came with complete submission.

 

Daniel preferred the ones who wanted orgasm; the others always seemed a little sad to him, but he was prepared to torment and abuse them on occasion, if the mood struck him right. But, to him, the natural ending of a scene was when he would give permission to come, and the body of his willing subject would stiffen and spasm, and, finally, melt into boneless oblivion.

 

So much better than tears, although tears were welcome enough in conjunction with a good come, or leading up to it. Although stranger’s tears could never touch him the way a lover’s could. Especially if that lover were a man. Women’s tears came more easily, held less meaning for him.

 

He would never dominate a woman again, anyway. Not after Sha’re. Daniel smiled at the actors on the TV screen, one man placing intricately knotted ropes on the other’s body. Not that he had dominated her. Hardly. Sha’re was a chieftain’s daughter, and submission was not in her vocabulary, in any language. But she had been sensual and playful, and willing to please her husband in many things.

 

She had been absolutely stunning bound with colorful scarves. Which served equally well when used as a gag or blindfold. The first time he had covered her eyes, her cheeks had flooded with dusky red and her lips had parted in a soundless gasp. She had reached for him with desperate hands, pulling him onto her, into her…

 

The bound man on the screen was wincing as his nipples were clamped. No clamps available on Abydos, but he’d had his teeth and his hands, and Sha’re had wriggled and gasped and cried out as he had abused her tender flesh lovingly. Daniel put a hand to his chest and rolled his own nipple between his fingertips, feeling the sensation shooting down to his groin.

 

Sha’re hadn’t wanted to be spanked. Too noisy in their claustrophobically close community, and too demeaning. Naughty children were spanked; naughty wives likewise. To be overheard would be humiliating, and to have her Danyel treat her so would make her unhappy. She would lay across his lap and let him caress her lovely ass and finger her while she whispered his name and jerked her hips, but how he had longed to see his handprint etched upon her skin. He murmured an endearment in Abydonian as he watched the dominant on the screen feeding his cock into his partner’s eager mouth.

 

No more women for him. His fantasies, like his reality, centered solely around men now. There was one man at the SGC in particular who excited him. He pictured him now, on his knees, with Daniel’s cock in his mouth. Cheeks hollowed, long lashes fluttering against his skin. Hands bound behind his back, cock hard and weeping at the tip. Daniel’s fist tightened its grip. His own cock was weeping now, and the added slickness coated his palm and sped his stroke.

 

He was tall and lean. He looked military tough, he talked tough, he even walked tough. He was a living recruitment poster. But his lashes were enthralling, and he flushed sometimes when Daniel spoke to him, and the young lieutenant filled his fantasies these days. Bound, gagged, over his knee, taking his cock up the ass. Red, red ass. To have a Marine submit would be very nearly the ultimate power trip.

 

But not quite the ultimate; not for Daniel. The fantasy that he avoided thinking about was the true ultimate. To have power over the man who had nominal power over him. Oh, and he was tall and lean, too; walked and talked tough. Just the sort who might need the kind of release that Daniel’s skills could provide.

 

But he was Daniel’s team leader and best friend, and it was better not to even go there. It was all just fantasy, but there were safer subjects from which to choose. A galaxy full of them. But he was sexy, and he was handsome, and Daniel knew that he could be beautiful. Daniel could make him beautiful, and that thought made him ache a little inside.

 

The dominant on the screen pulled his cock out of the sub’s mouth and shot his sperm onto his face, fist pumping, filthy words coming from his mouth. Daniel barely noticed, and the face that he concentrated on fiercely as he came was Lieutenant Glenn’s.

 

But the name half-formed on his lips belonged to someone else.

Comments

[dustandroses.livejournal.com]

Jack is sex on legs!!

Ya won't get any argument from me on that one!