'Intensity', first time on LJ. J/D, BDSM, NC-17

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Intensity was written in January 2005.  I got my lj a year after that, but somehow this story never made it here until now.  Which is strange when you consider that this story indirectly led me here.  *waves at THINGers cheerily*

Jack/Daniel, BDSM, NC-17, PWP.

INTENSITY

  

Jack’s arms were stretched over his head, the strap around his wrists draped over a hook embedded in the ceiling of the bedroom. A light sheen of sweat covered his naked body. He wore only a black leather collar around his neck. His face was flushed, his eyes glazed over, but determined. His legs were braced at shoulder-width, to withstand the blows that were being delivered by his lover. Another swat of the paddle struck his reddened ass. He swayed with the force of the blow, his mouth wide open. Air gusted almost silently from between his parted lips.

 

Daniel was clad in only a tight pair of jeans. His smooth chest also was glistening with perspiration. He had started the session by using a soft suede flogger on Jack, turning his bottom and thighs a light shade of pink. Jack’s skin had become sensitized, alive, but there had been no real pain. Jack’s breathing was still light and fairly natural at that point, although that was a testament to his experience. His arousal was apparent, his cock erect, as expected and desired.

 

When Daniel had switched over to the paddle, the sound of Jack’s breathing had naturally increased. But he had followed Daniel’s orders, and remained silent.

 

Daniel swung the paddle again, and Jack’s buttocks quivered under the impact. His body swayed. Only the faintest gust of air escaped him. Daniel’s excitement mounted another notch. Jack was incredible tonight!

 

Jack tossed his head, waiting for the next strike of the paddle. He was determined to please Daniel to the best of his ability tonight. He knew that his lover blamed himself for the failure of the mission SG-1 had undertaken earlier in the day. Jack couldn’t change what had happened off-world, but he could give his all to make Daniel’s night a success. When the paddle landed again, Jack’s hips rocked forward, and he bit back a groan. That one had been harder!

 

Daniel switched the paddle to his other hand, and stepping forward, stroked Jack’s ass, feeling the heat coming off it. He loved moments like this, and knew that Jack did, too. He padded around, barefoot, to the front of the other man, surveying his erect cock with a gleam of pride. His eyes locked with Jack’s, his fingers stroked Jack’s cock lightly. Jack bit his lip and Daniel smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. His fingers grasped one of Jack’s nipples, twisting it hard. Jack’s head fell backwards and his back arched. His mouth opened in a silent cry.

 

Daniel placed the hand that held the paddle on Jack’s head, tilting it back down, looking into his lover’s eyes as he twisted his nipple again. And again. Jack’s mouth was agape, his body trembling. Not a sound escaped him.

 

Daniel stepped closer and claimed Jack’s mouth with a bruising kiss. When he released Jack’s head and stepped back, both men were panting. Daniel’s face was just as flushed as Jack’s, and his cock, within the confines of his jeans, was just as hard.

 

Daniel licked his lips and shook his head in admiration. “You are being so good tonight, Jack,” he praised in a hoarse whisper. With an effort, Jack focused on Daniel and held his gaze with intensity, not smiling, sending a message with his eyes. Daniel cupped Jack’s face with one hand. His normally blue eyes were almost entirely black. He raised the paddle to Jack’s lips, and his partner lowered his eyes to it and kissed it. Daniel was nearly overcome. He stroked Jack’s hair, breathing heavily.

 

Then he stepped back behind his partner’s body and returned his focus to the red bottom that was calling out for his loving attention. His lips twitched and his arm let fly. The room filled once more with the swishing sound of the paddle as it swept towards its target, and the loud crack! it made upon impact. And again Jack’s hips swayed, his feet re-planted themselves, his breath gusted forth quietly. His hands gripped tightly on the strap that hung him from the hook.

 

Now Daniel loosed a rain of blows on Jack’s thighs. Jack’s backside danced; he twisted in his restraints. His breath panted loudly. But not a cry, not a moan. He was perfection, and Daniel was lost. He dropped the paddle to the floor, staring at Jack’s cherry-red bottom.

 

With an effort Daniel tore his gaze away, and stepping around Jack, reached up to detach the strap that held him to the ceiling hook. Jack winced as his bound arms were lowered, adjusting his balance with small movements of his feet, blinking rapidly. Daniel held him by the elbow for a moment, until Jack was more sure on his feet, then left him standing in the center of the room as he moved across to the bedroom closet.

 

Two shelves of the closet held all of Jack and Daniel’s “toys”.

 

And one corner of the closet held a bamboo cane.

 

Which was seldom used.

 

But tonight Daniel went straight for it.

 

When he brought it out into the room, Jack’s eyes widened and he looked like he might fall over. Daniel moved quickly to grasp his lover’s arm, to steady him. He guided Jack to the bed, and pushed him into a seated position on the edge. Jack was shaking. But Daniel knew that it wasn’t from fear. It was anticipation. Desire. Desire to please Daniel.

 

It had been months since he had used the cane on Jack. 

 

But tonight was proving to be extraordinary. Jack’s superhuman efforts at obedience had raised both men to a fever pitch of excitement.

 

Tonight he would mark Jack. He heard a roaring in his ears at the very thought. He loved marking Jack with the cane. And for that very reason, he seldom did it. His reactions to caning Jack alarmed him, because he could never fully understand them. He had never, would never lose control of himself while he was using the cane on his lover. But afterwards….he shuddered deliciously. Yes, he always lost control afterwards.

 

With trembling fingers Daniel undid the strap from one of Jack’s wrists. He pushed the pillows out of the way, and, in a quiet, deep voice, instructed Jack, “Face down.” His lover promptly complied, taking a second to adjust his erection beneath himself before stretching his arms out towards the headboard, waiting, begging for Daniel to once again place him in bondage. This gesture, although familiar to Daniel, touched him incredibly tonight. It was so gracefully done and showed such complete trust. He was moved to kiss Jack’s shoulder, murmuring lovingly, “You take my breath away, Jack.”

 

Jack’s breath hitched in his throat when he heard Daniel’s words. Then he felt the bed sink beneath Daniel’s weight as he leaned across Jack to loop the strap around an upright spoke of the headboard and refasten his wrist. He had left Jack enough give in his bonds that he was able to get a firm grip on the strap with both hands. He held on tightly, knowing that he would need that sense of being grounded while being caned. Jack loved to fly; it was why he had joined the Air Force. Daniel had taught him how to fly in a whole new way. Jack could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

 

Daniel stood beside the bed, the cane held in both of his hands.  He stared at Jack. The slope of his back, the swell of his reddened buttocks, the long, lean legs. He cleared his throat, and said, “Four strokes, Jack.” In response to his words, the cheeks of Jack’s ass clenched and released. His toes curled. His grip tightened on the strap that bound him. “Make as much noise as you want,” Daniel added. A tiny sobbing sound escaped from a grateful Jack, who had been stretched to his limits tonight.

 

Daniel raised his arm, took careful aim, and swished the cane through the air. It landed with a loud thwack! on the upper crests of Jack’s bottom. A long cry burst from Jack’s throat as his entire body jerked with the pain of the impact. A white stripe appeared amidst the redness of his ass. Daniel could feel his cock give a throb, pressing painfully against the tight crotch of his jeans. Even as he stared hungrily at this first mark, it slowly deepened in color, until it was more red than the surrounding flesh.

 

Daniel put his second mark a couple of inches below the first, parallel to it. Jack’s hips twisted, and he half rose to one knee, before slipping back down onto the bed. The pain he felt was reflected in his shout and in the moans that filled the room as this mark, too, turned deep crimson.

 

Daniel stepped closer and tentatively brushed one finger along the first mark, feeling the rising welt. He stepped back, shook his head to clear it, and lashed out for the third time. Jack screamed. Each succeeding stroke of the cane brought fresh pain, and also heightened the residual sensations of the previous blows.

 

“One more, Jack,” Daniel heard himself say, from what seemed to be a great distance. He directed the final cut of the cane to the underside of Jack’s buttocks, just above the crease where his thighs began. Jack’s feet scrabbled against the bed, seeking purchase, trying to find a way to escape the pain. His scream gave way to sobs which shook his entire body. Daniel stared at the final white stripe with regret, knowing it would change color within seconds

 

Jack got a precarious grip on his self-control, and raised his head up from the bed. 

 

“One more, Daniel,” he managed to choke out.

 

Shocked, Daniel slowly turned his head. He could only see one of Jack’s eyes, but that was enough. His lover was offering him a gift that he could not refuse. He laid the cane gently across Jack’s thighs. “Here. It’ll be here,” he warned. Jack burrowed his head deep into the mattress, every line of his body tense. And Daniel let fly with the cane for the fifth time, feeling his cock spasm as he did so, soaking the crotch of his jeans with his sticky come.. Jack’s hoarse screams were swallowed up by the mattress, but the sobs that followed filled the room.

 

Shaking with the intensity of his orgasm, Daniel dropped to his knees beside the bed, staring intently at Jack’s gift to him, one last white stripe that was changing color before his very eyes. It was like magic. Every time. He reached out and stroked it tenderly. Then his eyes wandered dazedly to the earlier marks. He cupped one of Jack’s ass cheeks in his hand, feeling the heat burning into his palm. He squeezed gently. Jack gave a deep groan.

 

Daniel, eyes gleaming, rose up from the floor and crawled onto the bed. He softly stroked each of the welts with his fingertips. Jack continued to bring forth groans from deep inside his throat. Daniel very slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to one of the marks. He caressed the length of the welt with the tip of his tongue. Jack was pulling on the strap that held him to the headboard, raising his hips up and down. Daniel smiled, and licked with the flat of his tongue now. Jack was panting and quivering. Daniel pressed harder with his tongue. The sound Jack made was indescribable.

 

Daniel straightened up. “On your knees, Jack,” he ordered, and then watched as his lover struggled eagerly to obey. It would lessen the experience for Jack if he tried to help. When Jack, after several loud moans, was firmly on his knees, Daniel reached for one of the pillows and placed it between Jack’s widespread thighs. Turning over onto his back, Daniel slid his head onto the pillow, and gazed upwards at the erect prick inches away from his face.  He reached up and stroked it happily. Jack made a gurgling sound.

 

“You’ve been a very good boy, Jack,” Daniel said warmly. “Very obedient. I’m very pleased. And you deserve a reward.” Jack’s cock twitched in his loose grasp. “I’m going to let you come in my mouth. Would you like that, Jack?” He smiled at his lover’s excited moan. “And I promise to drink every drop,” he added, before tugging on Jack’s erection, bringing it to his lips, and sliding his mouth over it.

 

Once he had Jack contained firmly within his oral grip, he raised his hands to grasp Jack’s inflamed buttocks, producing a yell from the other man. He pressed Jack’s ass downwards, and back up, Jack’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth rapidly. Jack was making strangled noises, only seconds away from orgasm. Daniel squeezed his hands, hard, and exerted all the suction he was capable of with his avid mouth. Jack shouted, “Danny!” and erupted, shooting his sperm down Daniel’s throat. Daniel stroked Jack’s sore bottom soothingly, and continued to suck as hard as he could. Jack gasped, thrust one last time, and more sperm hit the back of Daniel’s tongue.

 

Jack’s head dropped to the mattress. His thighs shook with the effort of not collapsing on top of Daniel. His wrists were sore where he had been pulling on his bindings. His bottom was on fire. The painful stripe across the back of his thighs overshadowed everything else. Daniel had sent him into orbit, and now he was crash-landing. He could feel his lover’s tongue gently playing with his softening prick. He sighed. He had so many reasons to love Daniel.

 

Daniel released Jack’s shrinking organ from his mouth, and slid out from underneath him, leaving the pillow in place. “Lay back down, sweetheart,” he urged gently. Jack collapsed onto the bed thankfully, as Daniel positioned the pillow under his hips, elevating Jack’s striped bottom.

 

Daniel went into the bathroom, and peeled off his sticky jeans, tossing them into the hamper. He splashed some cold water onto his face, surveying himself in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection, then opened up a drawer and removed a tube of ointment. His hand shook a little as he looked down at it. He was going to enjoy what came next.

 

He returned eagerly to the bedroom, and was struck anew by the intensity of his reaction to the angry-looking stripes on Jack’s poor abused bottom. His cock was stirring, rising, free from the prison of his jeans now. He went over to Jack, who had turned his head to look as he approached. What he could see of Jack’s face was flushed and tear-stained, but his swollen eyes held nothing but contentment. Daniel leaned over and planted a soft kiss on the corner of his lover’s mouth. Jack smiled up at him.

 

“Do I need to untie your hands, Jack? Are they getting numb?”

 

“No, leave them, please.”

 

Daniel leaned over to inspect Jack’s wrists, and frowned a little. “They look sore.”

 

“I like it,” Jack confessed, “please, Daniel.”

 

Daniel’s eyes darkened. He stroked Jack’s sweaty hair tenderly. “Okay,” he agreed. He then grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and wiped Jack’s wet lashes, and helped him blow his nose.

 

Then Daniel sat down on the bed beside Jack and opened the tube of ointment, squeezing some of the contents out onto his fingers. He began to gently stroke the ointment into the welts that adorned Jack. His cock came to full erection as he worked. Jack’s gasps and moans added to his pleasure. He applied more ointment, and pressed a little more firmly, rubbing the soothing stuff into Jack’s bottom. With his other hand he dragged the tube of ointment lightly up and down his erection. His eyes were glazing over.

 

A small sob escaped from Jack’s lips. Daniel reacted slowly, stopping the movement of his hand, and turning to look at Jack’s face. “Do you need me to stop?” he asked in a dreaming voice. Jack’s eyes were wet again, but he shook his head. Daniel turned slowly away, and resumed the motion of his hand. Jack held tightly to the strap, happy that he could give this pleasure to Daniel. He would willingly bear much worse pain than this, to please the man that he loved so deeply.

 

Daniel finished rubbing ointment into the welt that stretched across Jack’s thighs, and snapped the cap closed on the tube, placing it on the nightstand. He wiped his hand off with a tissue. The dreaminess of earlier was being replaced by a lustful urgency. His prick was throbbing, demanding satisfaction. He picked up another tube from the nightstand, and flipped the cap open. 

 

Jack recognized the sound, and tossed his head eagerly. Daniel’s eye caught the movement, and he paused in the act of coating himself with lube, turned, and smiled. Then he remembered something. “Are your hands all right still?”

 

“Don’t you dare untie me now!” Jack spluttered.

 

Under other circumstances Daniel would have laughed at Jack’s words and affronted tone of voice. But the humor was lost on him, his state of arousal was too great. His only answer to Jack was to promise that it wouldn’t be for much longer. They both knew that Daniel wouldn’t last long. He tossed the lube away, and moved between Jack’s legs, nudging them wider apart. The pillow under Jack’s hips raised his glowing ass to a good height for Daniel. The crimson stripes from the caning glistened with ointment. Daniel could hardly breathe.

 

“I’m gonna fuck you good, Jack. So good,” he promised hoarsely. “Are you ready to take me?”

 

He was offering Jack an option. He hadn’t greased or stretched Jack’s hole. Was Jack okay with that?

 

Jack knew from much experience that once Daniel was inside him, the lube on Daniel’s cock would be more than adequate. But the initial entry was going to be dizzyingly painful. His heart thudded. “Fuck me!” he begged.

 

Daniel pressed closer, allowing his cock to drag over the marks that he had given to his lover. He quivered with excitement.

 

And then he was centered on Jack’s opening and thrusting forward, breaking through the tight resistance that met the head of his cock. A whine came from Jack’s throat, evolving into a loud gasp. Daniel withdrew slightly, and thrust again, harder. Harder. Deeper. Both men moaned. Daniel’s hips rocked forward twice more, and he was buried completely in Jack’s ass. Daniel paused, and Jack squeezed his rectal muscles tight around the cock that filled and stretched him so wonderfully. His head was still swimming, but the pain was already turning to pleasure, as he had known it would. The two things were so closely intertwined. Daniel had taught him that, carefully and thoroughly.

 

Daniel was moving again, sliding freely in and out of Jack now. He stared down at the gleaming stripes that surrounded his cock, and growled deep in his throat. He reached one hand between Jack’s open thighs, and found his erect prick, pressing into the pillow. There wasn’t much he could do in this position, but he managed to wrap his fingers around Jack and held him tightly in his sweaty palm. He shifted his weight slightly, and changed his angle of entry. 

 

Jack gasped and shook. 

 

Daniel had found his prostate.

 

Each inward thrust was rubbing sparks within Jack now. Jack pulled hard on the strap around his wrists, reveling in the sensation of being restrained. His brain instantly translated the pain he was producing into pleasure. He felt Daniel’s hand squeezing his cock. Squeezing. Squeezing.

 

Daniel pumped his hips jerkily. He could feel the beginnings of his impending orgasm. He closed his eyes. He felt Jack’s cock twitch in his hand, felt Jack’s rectum tighten around him. He gasped in agonized pleasure, and buried himself deep inside his lover, holding still, pumping his warm fluid into Jack. He could feel the stickiness of Jack’s semen dripping down over his hand. He dropped his full weight onto Jack’s sweaty back, and felt himself come again. He moaned in ecstasy. He imagined that he could feel the heat from Jack’s welts against his stomach and thighs. That image produced one final spurt of fluid, draining him completely.

 

The two lovers lay motionless, gasping

 

Then Daniel lifted himself off of Jack, gently pulling his shriveled cock out of Jack’s quivering hole. He rolled onto his back beside the other man, and laid there quietly for a minute or two, flexing his hands, and getting his breath back. Then he sat up and reached forward, to the head of the bed, and began to untie the strap that still held Jack in place.

 

Both men winced at what he uncovered, Daniel from the mere sight. Jack’s eyes were closed. He was definitely feeling the pain in his wrists now that the intensity of their lovemaking was fading into memory. He felt sore all over. He didn’t want to move. He knew what movement was going to do to his ass. He let Daniel roll him gently onto one hip. That wasn’t too bad. It would be when he tried to move by himself that he would feel the full effects. A pillow was placed under his head.

 

Daniel uncapped the tube of ointment and began to apply it tenderly to Jack’s red and swollen wrists. Jack laid quietly, eyes still closed. Daniel left him like that, and went into the bathroom to wash up. He returned to Jack with a warm washcloth and soft towel. He unbuckled Jack’s collar and wiped it off, then laid it aside. He tilted Jack’s head on the pillow, so that he could wash his face and neck, gently drying them. Then he washed and dried Jack’s limp cock, finishing with a soft kiss before laying it down with an affectionate pat. Jack didn’t open his eyes, but his lips curved in a smile.

 

Daniel moved around to stand behind Jack, and folded the washcloth over to the clean side. He pushed slightly at the back of the knee on Jack’s uppermost leg. With a groan, Jack let Daniel bend his leg, to give him better access between Jack’s bottom cheeks. Daniel carefully wiped away all the lube and semen, and blotted gently with the towel.

 

Then, starting at the top of Jack’s left buttock and working his way down, Daniel placed tender kisses on each of the five cane marks, and worked his way back up the right buttock. He heard Jack sigh, and his heart ached with love.

 

Daniel carefully arranged a sheet over Jack, crossed the room to turn off the overhead light, and then climbed into bed. He laid down facing his lover, and pulled the sheet over himself. Jack’s hand crept across the bed and found Daniel’s. Daniel smiled and interlaced their fingers. “You all right, Jack?” he whispered.

 

“Yeah,” came Jack’s reply in the darkness.

 

There was silence for a few minutes.

 

“That was pretty intense,” Jack said quietly.

 

“Too much?” Daniel asked quickly, feeling a pang of contrition.

 

Daniel could see that Jack’s eyes were open and looking in his direction.

 

 “Just right,” came the soft reply.

 

Daniel let go of Jack’s hand, and leaned up on one elbow. Bending forward, he sought out Jack’s lips with his own. When he drew back his head, he whispered, “I love you so much, Jack.”

 

Jack’s teeth gleamed for a moment in the dark room. “I know, Danny. And I love you, too. Just promise me something, will ya?”

 

“What?  Anything.”

 

“Promise me that you won’t try to show me just how much you love me for a few hours, at least?” Jack begged.

 

“Okay,” Daniel promised, “I’ll restrain myself.”

 

Jack’s teeth glinted in the darkness once more. “Thanks,” he said tiredly.

 

“Sleep now, Jack.”

 

Silence.

 

 

~~~

 

 

When Daniel awoke the next morning, Jack’s side of the bed was empty. Daniel pulled Jack’s pillow to his chest, and lay still for a minute, remembering. His morning semi-erection began to thicken. He tossed aside the pillow and climbed quickly out of the bed. Time to deal with his full bladder before his arousal made it too difficult. 

 

As he took care of his morning ablutions, his mind wandered happily between memories of the night before, and plans for today that were beginning to form. He left the bathroom, eager to seek out his lover. Hopefully, Jack was feeling capable of reciprocal eagerness this morning. He glanced at the nightstand where he had put Jack’s collar before they slept. It was gone, which was an excellent sign. Slipping into a pair of sweatpants, he headed for the kitchen.

 

Jack was standing the kitchen, wearing only his collar. He was sipping his second cup of coffee and looking out the back window. He turned as he heard Daniel’s approach, and greeted him with a broad smile. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

 

“Good morning.”

 

Jack was a little surprised when Daniel didn’t head straight for the coffeepot, but just stood there, staring at him. Then he saw the thick bulge in the other man’s crotch, and commented, “Your pants look glad to see me.”

 

Daniel began to walk over towards Jack. “All of me is glad to see you.” His eyes were gleaming. Jack carefully put down his cup of coffee. He knew he would never get the chance to finish it now. His pulse began to quicken.

 

Daniel pressed close to Jack, and slid his arms around his waist. Jack wrapped his arms around Daniel, and the two men’s mouths met in a warm kiss. Daniel’s hands were rubbing up and down Jack’s naked back. Jack tightened his embrace, and opened his mouth wide to receive his lover’s thrusting tongue. 

 

Daniel broke off the kiss, biting Jack’s lower lip gently. He kissed a path to the side of Jack’s neck, and buried his mouth there, licking and sucking at Jack’s skin. He began to drag his hands very slowly down Jack’s back. His fingers led the way, searching, as he moved past Jack’s waist and reached the swell of his buttocks. His cock leapt as he encountered the first of the cane marks. Jack’s exhaled breath gusted past his ear as he carefully ran his fingertips along the welt.

 

Daniel felt a wave of intense heat wash over his body as his fingers explored lower on the other man’s ass. He felt Jack’s cock starting to push against his thigh. He cupped Jack’s bottom in his two hands, and squeezed gently. Jack moaned, and stroked Daniel’s back with trembling hands.

 

Daniel released Jack, and stepped back. Jack’s arms fell to his sides. His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated. His chest rising and falling rapidly. His cock was rising as well. Daniel reached out and stroked his face. “I have to see you, Jack,” he said tightly.

 

Daniel turned, pulled a chair out from the kitchen table. He peeled off his sweatpants and seated himself. He held out a hand to Jack, who took it and let himself be drawn closer. “Over my lap,” Daniel ordered. Jack complied. And Daniel saw, for the first time that morning, the stripes with which he had marked his lover the night before.

 

His breath caught in his throat.

 

The marks looked so different now. Last night they had shown as a deeper shade of red among the sea of redness that had been Jack’s ass and thighs after the earlier paddling Daniel had administered.

 

Now Jack’s skin had returned to its usual pale whiteness.

 

And the marks left by the kiss of the cane showed dark and vivid against their white background.

 

Daniel began to trace the marks with his fingers, a strange half-smile on his lips. He could feel Jack’s prick pressing against his own. He idly wondered if he could bring them both off this way, just by rubbing…. A thought occurred to him, and he turned his finger over, experimentally dragging the back of his nail lightly along one of the welts. Jack convulsed in his lap, crying out sharply. Daniel held him tightly, and listened to him pant. “I’m going to do it again,” Daniel warned his lover. Jack moaned excitedly.

 

Daniel repeated the action again and again, sometimes stroking one welt repeatedly, sometimes selecting at random. Jack’s hips had set up a rocking motion that rubbed the two men’s cocks against each other rhythmically. Daniel stretched his hand and dragged the nails of his first two fingers across adjacent stripes. Jack cried out more loudly this time. Daniel did it again. Jack’s breath was coming in sobs. 

 

Daniel’s eyes were glazed over, his cock throbbing painfully. The movement of Jack’s hips had grown more jerky. Both men were on the brink of climax.

 

Daniel dragged the hand that lay across Jack’s back downwards, towards his buttocks. Jack shouted, “Daniel!” His hips pumped frantically. He had received the message loud and clear.

 

Daniel twisted his hands and stretched his fingers apart. The backs of his fingernails stroked across all five welts at once. Jack’s yell echoed throughout the kitchen as he came, shooting his hot sperm between Daniel’s thighs, over Daniel’s cock and his own belly.

 

Daniel held his lover’s twisting body firmly across his lap, and let loose with a shout of his own as he joined Jack in orgasmic ecstasy. Jack felt the warmth of Daniel’s seed spurting against his body. He convulsed with a grunt, and came again. He heard Daniel’s loud moans from what seemed to be a great distance. He felt Daniel’s cock twitch against his, and felt more fluid striking against his balls, rolling down to drip onto Daniel’s thigh. All Jack could do was gasp and shake, helpless, held together only by Daniel’s firm grasp, certain that he would fly apart if the other man were to let go.

 

The kitchen was filled with the panting of the two sated men. Daniel was slumped back in the chair, Jack draped bonelessly across his lap. Daniel still held him tight with one arm, while his other hand patted and stroked Jack’s ass soothingly. They sat like that for some time.

 

 

~~~

 

 

When they finally left the kitchen, Daniel led Jack to the bathroom to wash up. Daniel washed himself first, then tended to his lover, cleaning both men’s sticky sperm from Jack’s belly, groin and thighs. As he worked, he could see Jack’s striped ass reflected in the bathroom mirror. Daniel’s cock was not yet capable of responding, but his erotic imagination was already fully functional again. He finished drying Jack’s thighs, straightened, and reached around Jack to pick up the hand mirror that laid on the sink counter.

 

He handed the mirror to Jack, and said huskily, “I want you to see what I see.” He watched Jack’s face intently as the other man raised the mirror over his head so that he could see his backside reflected in the larger mirror. Jack stared at the image he saw. His lips parted, his eyes moved back and forth, drinking in the sight. His jaw dropped, quivering. “You’re beautiful, Jack,” Daniel told him. Jack lowered his uncomprehending gaze momentarily to Daniel’s face, then his eyes returned to the hand mirror. His free hand started to steal behind himself, but then he stopped.

 

“It’s all right, Jack,” Daniel whispered, his excitement growing, “you have my permission to touch yourself.”

 

Jack swallowed, hard. His hand resumed its movement, reaching around his back. He watched his reflection in the mirror as he gingerly explored the long, dark stripes that adorned his bottom. He arched his back a little as he tried to get a clearer view of the welt that ran across the top of his thighs. Daniel’s hand reached out to intercept his, lifting it away from his body. He lowered his head and looked at Daniel questioningly.

 

“Let me,” Daniel whispered. “I want to touch you while you’re watching me do it.”

 

“Jesus,” Jack uttered, shakily.

 

Daniel was still holding Jack’s free hand in his. He laced their fingers together, squeezed, and reached around Jack with his other hand. He watched himself in the mirror, wanting to see exactly what Jack saw. He quickly realized that his arm would be blocking much of Jack’s view. He knelt down on the floor. He could still see everything in the mirror, and now his hand would be reaching up to touch Jack, instead of down. He reached out to touch the highest mark on Jack’s furthermost buttock, the side that Jack hadn’t been able to explore properly with his other hand. He felt Jack’s grip on his hand tighten. He smiled.

 

Daniel pressed the side of his face into Jack’s hip, gazing into the mirror with dreamy eyes, as he continued to stroke the marks left by the cane. He could feel Jack trembling. And he could feel his own cock growing harder by the second. He let go of Jack’s hand, and told him to turn slightly sideways.

 

When Jack had moved, his bottom was now in Daniel’s face, and Daniel wasted no time. He began to rain kisses all over the rounded globes, paying special attention to the areas just at the beginning and end of each mark. He knew Jack was watching in the mirror. The other man’s groans told him what the sight was doing to him. He began to lick along each welt, slowly, deeply. Jack spread his legs slightly to keep his balance. The ache in Daniel’s groin intensified, and his lustfulness grew. He twisted his head, opened his mouth wider, and tried to scrape his teeth gently along one of the glistening stripes. Jack twisted away violently, crying out in shock. The hand that held the mirror fell to his side, and the mirror dropped onto the rug. Daniel held Jack’s hips gently, waiting. Jack was half bent over, panting. After a few seconds, he straightened up and stepped back. Back to Daniel’s hungry mouth. 

 

Daniel tightened his grip on Jack’s hips, and bared his teeth once more   Another shout from Jack. Daniel licked soothingly at the spots he had abused with his teeth. Jack’s hands covered Daniel’s tightly. Daniel launched a fresh attack, and Jack bent forward convulsively. Daniel continued to alternate tongue and teeth, while Jack quivered and trembled at the onslaught. Finally, Daniel let Jack go, and rose to his feet.

 

Jack was still bent over, facing away from him. Daniel gently pulled him up and around to face him. Jack looked at him with wild eyes. Daniel’s own eyes darkened. He held Jack’s face firmly between his hands, and told him, “I want your mouth.” Jack’s gaze dropped to his lover’s swollen cock, and he licked his lips without conscious thought. Daniel smiled.

 

He went to sit on the edge of the tub. As he looked towards Jack, he saw the hand mirror laying on the floor at Jack’s feet. He pointed to it. “Bring that with you,” he instructed. Jack bent over and picked it up, wincing as he did so. He brought it to Daniel, and lowered himself slowly to his knees on the bathmat. His own prick still lay lax against his thigh, but that didn’t matter. Daniel, being a younger man, had a shorter recovery time, and Jack had no problem accepting that. He looked up into Daniel’s eyes, his own filled with desire. Daniel stroked his hair, none too gently, then applied firm pressure to the back of Jack’s head, pulling it down to where his engorged penis was dripping with anticipation.

 

Jack opened his mouth eagerly, and swallowed his lover’s cock to the root. Daniel groaned loudly, and ruffled Jack’s hair affectionately. Jack made a mumbling noise of reciprocation, and began to raise and lower his head, quickly establishing the rhythm that Daniel had taught him, so long ago now, it seemed. Daniel relished the moist heat of Jack’s avidly sucking mouth. With a start, he remembered the mirror in his hand.

 

Daniel stretched his arm out as far as he could, holding the mirror, looking for Jack’s reflection. He couldn’t see much of his lover’s bottom. He shifted his grip on the mirror and leaned forward slightly. Now! That was better. He could still only see the highest two stripes on Jack’s ass, and he mourned briefly, foolishly, for the three that were hidden from his view. His fingers already ached from holding the mirror by the very tip of its handle. It didn’t matter, though. It wouldn’t be for much longer. He ran his hand through Jack’s hair slowly, lovingly. 

 

Jack’s hand stole between Daniel’s legs, reaching down for his balls.  He heard Daniel’s gasp. This was one of Daniel’s most sensitive areas. And one area where Jack was never afraid to take the initiative. He intensified the sucking action of his mouth, thirsty for Daniel’s hot semen. He could feel Daniel’s balls drawing up, his cock twitching. And then his lover was coming, shooting down his throat, drowning him in salty fluid. Jack drained him dry, and continued to hold him in his mouth, sucking very gently and bathing Daniel with his tongue.

 

Daniel was arched over Jack’s head, panting, both of his hands stroking his lover’s back and neck. The hand mirror lay abandoned on the floor, having fulfilled its purpose.

 

 

~~~

 

 

The two lovers had retreated to the bedroom. Jack lay face down on the bed, while Daniel gently wiped his bottom with a soft damp cloth, wanting to remove all traces of saliva before he applied some of the soothing ointment he had used last night. The welts were looking inflamed now, as a result of his attentions to them. Fingers, nails, then tongue and teeth. Daniel wondered whether he should regret any of it. He would have a talk with Jack later, in a few days, when passions had cooled on both sides and Jack could consider the matter with a clear head. Jack trusted Daniel enough to place himself entirely in his hands, and Daniel trusted Jack to tell him truthfully if he went too far. He blotted Jack’s bottom dry with a towel, and picked up the tube of ointment.

 

Jack was looking forward to this. His experience of last night was replaying in his mind. Daniel had become so turned on while he was rubbing ointment into Jack’s butt. And Jack had found it painful, but arousing. And the ointment really did work well, once the pain of the application subsided. Daniel had finished up last night by fucking Jack through the mattress. Would the same thing happen today? Jack would be ready soon for another orgasm, but would Daniel? He touched one of his wrists, still tender from last night. Maybe a gag, instead? He shivered, his sore bottom clenching, his cock beginning to press firmly against the bed.

 

Daniel saw Jack’s buttocks clench as he reached out, his fingers coated with ointment. “Relax, Jack,” he said soothingly, “I’m going to be very gentle.”

 

And he was true to his word, stroking the welts tenderly, using plenty of ointment. Jack was moaning contentedly as he worked. The noises, the sight and feel of the cane marks, the sensation and smell of the slippery ointment were combining to make Daniel aroused once again. He remembered fucking Jack last night after applying the ointment. Jack might be ready to go again by now. Unthinkingly, he rubbed harder.

 

Jack twitched, and gasped happily, “Yes. Like last night. Please, Danny.”

 

Daniel was shocked back to the present, realizing what he was doing. What Jack wanted him to keep doing. He pressed down firmly again, sliding his fingers through the ointment. Jack’s moans increased in volume. And Daniel’s arousal increased proportionately. He leaned over to see Jack’s face. The other man’s eyes were tightly closed, his hand was clenching the pillow. His lips moved silently. Daniel’s eyebrows drew together. This looked more like pain than arousal. “Does this feel okay, Jack?”

 

“Yessss,” Jack replied promptly, the long drawn-out response making Daniel’s eyes widen. Well, that certainly sounded like sexual arousal. The scale must be tipped in that direction, if only ever so slightly. He continued the firm rubbing motions with more confidence, stopping only when all the ointment had vanished into Jack’s skin. He cleaned his fingers with a tissue. Like last night.

 

Jack had been tied to the headboard last night. Daniel frowned. He couldn’t do that again, Jack’s wrists wouldn’t take it, but he needed to do something. He climbed off of the bed. Jack raised up on his elbows and looked at him, asking, “May I make a suggestion?”

 

Daniel laughed, and Jack’s eyes gleamed. “Okay.”

 

“May I suggest the gag of your choice this evening?” Jack said huskily. And laid back down, turning his head away.

 

Daniel went over to the closet and selected a gag in the shape of a small penis. He returned to the bed, and tugged briefly on Jack’s collar. Jack promptly raised his head, and Daniel inserted the gag into his lover’s mouth, securely fastening the straps around Jack’s head. He didn’t have to instruct Jack on what to do if he started having any trouble with the gag. Jack’s hands were free, and he would be able to signal Daniel easily if a problem arose.

 

Daniel picked up the tube of lubricant, and began to apply a slick coating to his cock. Jack reached up and wrapped his fingers around two upright spokes of the headboard. Since Jack was gagged, Daniel couldn’t ask him tonight whether he wanted to be prepared before Daniel entered him. Erring on the side of caution, Daniel slid a slippery finger between Jack’s ass cheeks, and brushed the tip against Jack’s pucker, coating it with lube. Then he slid the finger deep inside Jack, with one long smooth movement. Jack rocked forward on the bed, making a muffled sound around his gag. Daniel slid the finger in and out a few times, before withdrawing it. That would have to be enough, he couldn’t wait any longer.

 

He positioned himself behind Jack, then decided to make a change. “Up on your knees, Jack,” he ordered. Jack pulled himself up, and braced his hands along the railing of the headboard. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, meeting Daniel’s eyes. Daniel stared at him and slapped the side of Jack’s thigh, hard. Jack’s head jerked, and a startled cry was swallowed up by his gag. Daniel slapped the other thigh. Jack moaned and rolled his hips. Daniel grabbed his hips, holding them firmly, and placed his cock at the entrance to Jack’s body.

 

Jack thrust backwards at the same moment Daniel thrust forward, and he was buried balls deep in Jack’s ass with one stroke. Jack trembled with the shock of the entry. Daniel pulled his hips back and pushed in again. In seconds he had established a rhythm that kept him banging into Jack, hard and smooth. His gaze was riveted to Jack’s ass, to the marks from the cane that continued to excite and inflame him.

 

Jack was thrusting back strongly now. Daniel grinned. Jack was one orgasm behind. He was glad he had chosen this position. It gave Jack the opportunity to let off some steam. He smacked the side of Jack’s thigh again, relishing the grunt that came from the straining man before him. He ran one hand up and down his lover’s back, sliding in the sweat that lightly covered it. He smacked Jack’s leg again, with his damp palm. Jack’s head jerked back in pain and delight.

 

Daniel leaned forward over Jack’s back, and slid his hand around his lover, seeking out his hard cock. He wrapped his fist around it, and began to pump slowly. Jack said something, maybe Daniel’s name? He said it again, rocking his hips. Maybe faster? Harder? He was fighting for air, Daniel could sense the effort he was making. Better get this over with quickly. So faster and harder. Both Daniel’s hand and his cock were flying back and forth now. Jack’s tremors and moans told him that he was hitting Jack’s hot spot on a regular basis.

 

As his own climax approached, Daniel spoke with an effort. “I want you to come now, Jack. Come for me.” Jack made excited noises and his hips swayed in jerky movements. “I’m going to shoot my come up inside you, Jack. I’m going to fill you up!” Daniel’s voice rose. A high-pitched mewl came from Jack’s throat. “Come!” Daniel’s orgasm hit. “Coming!” he gasped out.

 

Jack could feel Daniel’s sperm shooting out the end of his cock, deep up inside Jack. So deep, so warm. He teetered on the brink of orgasm for another few seconds, and then exploded in Daniel’s clutching hand. Jack moaned and fought for oxygen. Daniel was still thrusting back and forth inside Jack, barely moving his hips, staying deep. Jack’s head was spinning. Daniel moved his hand slowly on Jack’s cock, milking it, drawing more sperm from his balls. Daniel was still coming, dribbles rather than spurts now. He stopped moving, and held himself buried inside his lover, draped over Jack’s strong back. Jack braced himself against the welcome weight, trying to breathe, seeing spots. He said “Danny” quietly. The gag swallowed the word, but Daniel understood. He had heard Jack say his name just that way, in just such circumstances, so many times before.

 

It touched his heart every time.

 

 

THE END  Sequel, 2 Intense, follows in next post.  Because I can be talked into almost anything.  Sometimes I even volunteer.