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sidThis story is from February 2005.
Jack is watching a hockey game when Daniel starts another game. ;-)
NC-17, J/D, BDSM
Jack is watching a hockey game when Daniel starts another game. ;-)
NC-17, J/D, BDSM
HOCKEY AND OTHER GAMES
Jack O’Neill was laying on the couch, ostensibly watching a hockey game. Except that he no longer knew or cared what the score was, or what was happening on the ice. He laid on his side, his head pillowed on Daniel’s thigh. Daniel’s fingers were lightly tracing the outline of Jack’s left ear, playing with his earlobe. The sensations that Jack’s body was experiencing filled his mind to the exclusion of everything else. Daniel had slowly heightened his lover’s arousal, step by carefully planned step.
When the game began, Jack was sitting on the couch, naked except for his leather collar. Daniel sat beside him reading a book. At the first commercial break, Daniel went into the bedroom and came back shortly with an armload of "toys", which he had laid out on the coffee table. Then he sat down without a word, and returned to his book. Jack had stared at his lover for a moment, and stared at the items on the table for much longer. But Daniel hadn’t made any moves or said anything, so Jack forced his attention back to the hockey game, and waited.
Another commercial break came, and Daniel laid his book aside, reaching out to pick up a cock ring from the table. Jack smiled and spread his legs wider, welcoming his lover’s touch. Daniel placed the cock ring snugly at the base of Jack’s still soft penis. Then he sat back and picked up his book again, still without a word.
Jack let his attention return to the hockey game, but he was fully aware of his cock thickening and hardening. He was also aware, in the back of his mind, of the remaining items on the coffee table. Was Daniel really going to stretch this out, placing Jack into bondage during commercial breaks, for cryin’ out loud? The anticipation was lovely.
At the next break, Daniel took a length of rope and bound Jack’s ankles together. And returned to his book, with seeming nonchalance. Jack was enjoying this immensely, but both men were feigning complete disinterest.
Another commercial. Three turns of rope around Jack’s knees. He casually reached for his beer, his throat becoming increasingly dry. His cock was fully erect, but not yet painfully so. The cock ring would keep him hard for ages. And apparently this was going to take ages. His eyes gleamed. And Daniel read his book.
When the next break came, Daniel pulled Jack to his feet, helping him balance. He ordered Jack to hold the cheeks of his ass apart. Jack had known that the butt plug was coming eventually, it was right there on the table, glistening with lube. It wasn’t the biggest one that they had. But it would hurt going in. They always hurt going in. But it was a momentary pain, one that Jack found very exciting. Jack leaned forward, bracing himself against the arm Daniel had placed around his stomach, and parted his buttocks, trying to relax.
The tip of the plug pressed against the entrance to his body. Jack breathed deeply and pushed back slightly. The first few inches of the plug entered his tight anal opening. Stretching him. It felt so good, but he knew that was about to change. Daniel worked the plug in and out a few times, and then pushed it further in. Jack gasped in pain. Daniel repeated the motion, and then removed the plug entirely. Jack’s asshole tightened and released spasmodically, hungry for more.
Daniel reinserted the plug, pushing it in even further this time. It went in much more easily now, but the widest portion was still outside Jack’s body. Again Daniel worked the plug in and out, finally tightening his arm around Jack’s stomach and giving one last hard push. The plug slid into place, buried inside Jack’s ass. His wide-stretched opening snapped shut around the narrow base of the plug.
Jack uttered a short cry of pain. His rectum felt like it was on fire, although that feeling would fade in a minute or two. He was still bent over, Daniel still holding him tightly. He let his hands fall away from his buttocks, and Daniel’s hand stroked his cheeks soothingly. Jack straightened his body, and let Daniel help him into a seated position once again on the couch. The sensation of the plug inside him caused more gasps as he lowered himself. His ass throbbed, and his erection was red and swollen. And the hockey game was already back on. Jack’s eyes were on the screen, but half of his mind was already jumping ahead to the next break. Probably the end of the first period. What would Daniel do?
The period ended. Daniel put his book down once again, and smiled at his aroused lover. He pulled Jack to his feet again, the plug inside him shifting with his movements and bringing a moan to Jack’s lips. Daniel began to buckle leather straps around Jack’s thighs and wrists. He lowered Jack back onto the couch and hooked the wrist restraints to the thigh cuffs. Jack was almost literally immobilized at this point. He might be able to rise to his feet with a great deal of effort, but he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere even if he made it that far.
Daniel lifted Jack’s glass of beer to his lips, and Jack drank thirstily, draining the glass. When the glass was lowered, Jack licked his lips. Daniel smiled, and leaning forward, seized Jack’s bottom lip gently between his teeth, and flicked his own tongue against it repeatedly. Then he left Jack open-mouthed on the couch, and disappeared into the kitchen.
Jack lowered his head to the back of the couch and closed his eyes, simply enjoying the sensation of the restraints that his lover had placed on his body. He tested each bond individually, and squeezed his rectum around the butt plug. He could feel his swollen cock jerk each time. He opened his eyes, and lowered his gaze to his erection. It was deep red in color, and weeping fluid from the slit in the tip. He looked at the coffee table. There were still three more items laying there. Could he survive that long?
Daniel returned from the kitchen after a lengthy interval, bearing another beer for Jack. He stroked his lover’s hair tenderly as Jack drank from the offered glass. Their eyes met, and the heat that he saw in Jack’s eyes pleased him greatly. He placed the beer on the table, and picked up his book. Jack groaned. Daniel’s eyes gleamed, but he showed no other visible reaction.
The second period of the hockey game began. Jack made the effort to ignore his aching arousal and concentrate on the game. That would probably be the only way he would survive the rest of this other game, the one that Daniel had devised to torture Jack so divinely. It was good to have a genius for a lover, they were so endlessly inventive.
The hockey continued. A time-out was called. Daniel took the last piece of rope and tied it around Jack’s body at the elbows, deepening the bondage by another degree, and completing the total immobilization of his lover. Daniel had been holding his own body in check all this time, wanting to make this session last and last. But at this stage, his cock was pressing against the confines of his pants painfully, and his breathing rate was noticeably increased. Daniel swooped down on Jack’s mouth, claiming it in a passionate kiss. Jack moaned loudly with excitement. The two men’s tongues dueled.
The hockey started up again. Daniel pulled back from Jack, and stared into his eyes. His own pupils were dilated and Jack’s were the same. He touched Jack’s mouth with his fingers, gently, and sat back on the couch, picking up his book with shaking hands.
Jack couldn’t believe it. The man wasn’t human!
A fight broke out on the ice. Afterwards the officials conferred to determine penalties. Time for a brief commercial break. Daniel tossed down his book, and seized the nipple clamps from the table. He bent his head and kissed each of Jack’s nipples lovingly before sliding the clamps into place. He adjusted the tension screws so that they would be tight, but not painfully so at this point. Breathing heavily, he gazed into Jack’s face as he tugged firmly on the chain that was attached to the clamps. Jack’s mouth dropped open as his eyes widened with the pain. The gasp from his lips made Daniel’s cock jump and throb. He tugged again, and Jack’s eyes glazed over. And then the hockey game was back on.
Daniel didn’t even pretend to read his book this time. He didn’t look at Jack or touch him. He would likely come in his pants if he did, and that would be such a waste. This was a very good game that he had come up with, but he thought that next time he would make sure that he and Jack had both had an orgasm before starting. This was almost more pain than pleasure, and it had to be far worse for Jack, with the cock ring and the butt plug. Daniel shivered at the thought of what he was doing to Jack, what Jack was willingly, submissively letting him do.
Finally another commercial break came. Daniel picked up the last item from the table and Jack opened his mouth wide, accepting the gag. Daniel tightened the straps that held it in place, and stroked Jack’s face tenderly. "I want you lying down on the couch, now, Jack. I’ll help you." Jack relaxed into Daniel’s strong hands, and was soon lying on his right side, slightly curled up. Daniel adjusted the thigh-wrist restraint on Jack’s right side so that he wasn’t lying on his hand, and then raised his lover’s head, sliding underneath to seat himself. He lowered Jack’s head onto his thigh, relishing the warmth and weight of it. He began to gently stroke the curve of Jack’s ear.
As the hockey game resumed, Daniel focused entirely on Jack. He watched his lover’s eyes blinking at the television screen. He knew that Jack saw nothing of the game now, that all of his mind was filled with the physical and emotional sensations caused by the tight bondage he was enduring. Daniel’s gaze roamed slowly over Jack’s body, made even more attractive than usual to his eyes by the ropes and straps that adorned it. A light sheen of sweat glistened on Jack’s brow. His face was very flushed, and his breathing somewhat labored, yet strangely calm. His cock was rock hard and nearly purple in color.
And yet Jack lay quietly, obediently on the couch, his head motionless against Daniel’s thigh. Suffering. Beautifully. To please Daniel.
And Daniel was very pleased. And touched, as always, by the gift of submission that Jack gave to him so freely. It had been after their very first experiment with heavy bondage that Jack and Daniel had confessed their love to each other. Daniel stroked Jack’s sweaty hair, remembering. It had been Jack’s first experience of ‘sub space‘, where he gave absolutely everything that he was into Daniel’s hands and found himself transported to a place deep within himself to which he had never been before. A place he hadn’t even known existed. As Daniel now watched Jack’s chest rising and falling with each deep breath, he could tell that his lover had entered that mysterious realm once again.
Daniel quivered at the realization, quivered with the lustful need to possess this man who placed such special trust in him. He lifted Jack’s head and held it carefully as he slid off the couch, lowering it gently. Daniel then pushed the coffee table back out of his way, and sank to his knees before his lover. Jack seemed almost unaware of his presence. Daniel carefully unzipped himself, and lowered pants and underwear to his knees. His cock bobbed free. He could see Jack’s eyes focus on it.
Daniel bent forward to remove the gag from Jack’s mouth. Jack worked the kinks out of his jaw, licking his lips, staring at Daniel’s cock with a peculiar kind of intensity. Daniel shuffled forward until his cock angled up over the side of the couch, inches from his lover’s mouth. He wrapped his hands around Jack’s shoulder and the back of his head, and pulled the other man’s upper body forward a few inches, to the edge of the couch. He could feel Jack’s hot breath puffing across the head of his cock.
"Suck me," Daniel ordered quietly.
And Jack obeyed. He opened his mouth wide, and swallowed Daniel whole, causing him to gasp with pleasure as his aching erection sank deep into the moist heat of Jack’s mouth. There was only one part of Jack’s body that he could move, and so he moved his head up and down on Daniel’s cock with all the pent-up energy that flowed from his immobilized limbs. Daniel was whispering Jack’s name, watching him strain against his bonds as he devoted himself to bringing Daniel pleasure, making Daniel come.
But Daniel had one last thing that he wanted to do before he shot his seed down Jack’s throat. The final step in the incremental bondage that he had used so successfully on his lover tonight. He took Jack’s head in his hands, firmly, stopping Jack’s movement. Jack moaned around Daniel’s prick, still buried halfway inside his loving mouth. Daniel stayed that way for a minute, panting loudly. Giving Jack time to understand that he was now fully immobilized. Jack’s eyes stared up into Daniel’s blankly. Then they widened in realization, and a loud, heart-felt moan came up from deep within, causing vibrations in Daniel’s cock. He shivered, and began to rock his hips, fucking Jack’s receptive mouth passionately.
It only took a few strokes to bring him to completion. An agonized shout of, "Jack!", and his sticky sperm was being drained from his balls by his lover’s desperately sucking mouth. Daniel moaned as he shot again, clinging to the couch for support.
He wanted nothing more than to collapse in a boneless heap, but Jack needed to be attended to, and quickly. Daniel pulled his limp cock out of Jack’s still gently sucking mouth, and began to roll the other man over onto his back. He straightened his limbs and placed a small pillow under his head. Jack just looked at him piteously, trustingly. Desperately craving his release. Daniel had been planning to replace the gag, but that would just take more time, and Jack certainly had earned some mercy at this point. Daniel quickly loosened the nipple clamps, but didn’t remove them completely, as that would have been even more painful for his lover.
Then he turned his attention to Jack’s painfully swollen cock. He licked it gently. "Oh, god, Danny!" He licked it a few more times, feeling Jack’s helpless body straining, listening to his heart-rending moans. He placed a tender kiss on the tip of Jack’s cock, and then deftly unfastened and removed the cock ring. Jack yelled something indecipherable, and despite his bonds, his entire body seemed to arch off the couch, begging, begging.
Daniel placed his mouth around Jack’s erection and slowly slid his mouth all the way to the base. He repeated the movement, using his tongue now. Jack was groaning. Daniel sucked as hard as he could, and Jack came with tremendous force, large amounts of sperm hitting the back of Daniel’s throat, over and over again. He came almost silently, with only small grunts of strain. Daniel’s hands stroked and patted Jack soothingly wherever he could reach, as his tongue gently cleaned his lover’s rapidly-shrinking prick. Jack lay panting, eyelids fluttering, dazed. He felt as though only the ropes and straps were holding his body together, preventing it from melting bonelessly into the couch. He was flying.
Finally Daniel released Jack’s limp organ from his mouth, and set about removing Jack’s bonds, uncovering the red marks that were left behind due to Jack’s inevitable straining. The rope that they used was very soft, and the wrist cuffs were padded leather. The marks would fade before long. Until then, Daniel would enjoy looking at them and remembering. Jack’s cock was still very red in color, and undoubtedly was feeling quite a bit sore, but that too would pass before long. His pinched nipples had regained their natural color already, but still showed the indentations caused by the clamps. Their soreness, too, would pass. Daniel licked at them very gently, and Jack lifted his hand drowsily to stroke his lover’s hair.
Daniel raised his head and met the gaze of Jack’s half-closed eyes. A small, contented smile lurked on Jack’s mouth. "So, what did you think?" Daniel asked softly.
"I think I never came so hard in my entire life, that’s what I think," Jack answered dreamily.
Daniel raised himself up to kiss Jack’s gently curving lips, and to his surprise Jack came alive beneath him and pulled Daniel up onto the couch on top of him. Daniel settled himself gingerly, trying to avoid Jack’s sore groin area, finding movement awkward with his pants still down around his knees. Then he let himself relax into Jack’s strong arms and warm kisses. One of Jack’s hands caressed down Daniel’s back, down to his firm ass, stroking it very slowly.
Daniel raised his head to look at his lover’s face. Contentment radiated from every pore of Jack’s flushed and damp skin. His eyes were mere gleaming slits. His lips were red, and slightly swollen from both their kisses and the earlier use of the gag. Aware of Daniel’s stare, Jack opened his eyes wider and the two men smiled at each other lovingly. Jack’s hand was still idly caressing Daniel’s buttocks. And Daniel felt the first stirrings of renewed arousal. He began to whisper to Jack, "You look so beautiful like this, sweetheart. So peaceful. So comfortable." Jack smiled hazily, his eyes still dreamy. "So fuckable."
The dreaminess went out of Jack’s eyes quickly at Daniel’s words.
"Too tired, Jack?" Daniel inquired softly.
Jack shook his head in immediate denial. "Never too tired for you, Danny." As Daniel searched Jack’s face carefully, Jack smiled, licked his lips, and tightened his hand around Daniel’s buttock, squeezing hard. Daniel gasped in surprise. A gleam came into his eyes, as he slid his hands down Jack’s sides and hips, digging his fingers down into the cushions of the couch so that he could work them underneath Jack’s bottom.
"But first I think we need to put some color on this ass, get it all red and hot and ready to be fucked." Jack wriggled his bottom in Daniel’s hands, indicating his approval of this plan. The dreamy look was back in his eyes. He was sliding easily back into sub space. Jack would not be up for another orgasm for several hours. This time would be all for Daniel, and the submissive in Jack rejoiced at the opportunity to serve his much loved master. The word trembled on his lips, but he didn’t say it aloud. He would let his actions speak louder than any words.
Daniel slid himself off the couch and stood up, pulling his pants back up over his semi-erect cock as he did so. After fastening them, he held out a hand to Jack. "Let’s take this into the bedroom," he said.
"Please, can’t we stay out here?"
Daniel smiled slowly. "Good memories, huh? Or are you just too tired to get up?"
Jack grinned up at him. "A little of both."
Daniel extended his hand again. "Up," he ordered firmly.
Jack complied instantly, trying to conceal his disappointment.
"Go in the bedroom, Jack, and bring back a towel, the lube, and whatever you want me to use on your bottom." As he finished speaking, Daniel swatted Jack once on said bottom, which sent his lover scurrying out of the room rapidly. Daniel watched him go, stretching out the kinks in his neck, shoulders and back while he waited for Jack to return. He wondered what implement Jack was selecting. His cock twitched.
Jack had selected a smooth wooden paddle. He pressed a kiss to it before he placed it in Daniel’s hands. And Daniel’s cock grew another inch or two. The paddle would indeed get Jack’s bottom hot and red in no time. And since this was for Daniel’s arousal rather than Jack’s, the sound the paddle made when it struck Jack’s flesh, and the color that it would produce were the important things. Creating the right degree of pain for Jack’s benefit was not an issue this time. Daniel wouldn’t need to hold his arousal in check. He would be buried in Jack’s ass in no time. His cock grew harder. "Kneel on the couch, Jack," he ordered huskily. "Face the back. Yes. Head down. Use your hands to brace yourself. Yes, that’s very good, Jack."
With Jack in this position, Daniel could see the base of the forgotten butt plug. He stepped forward to remove it, rubbing Jack’s bent back with his other hand as he pulled it out quickly. Jack jerked forward, his cry muffled by the couch cushions. "Shhh," Daniel soothed him. When Jack grew still, Daniel took his hand away and stepped back, raising the paddle.
It made a most satisfying sound against Jack’s upturned bottom. And left a lovely pink imprint. Daniel concentrated on turning that particular spot red, striking the same place repeatedly. Jack’s hips jerked forward with each blow. Daniel switched to the other cheek, creating the same single red mark. Then he paused to admire his handiwork, caressing the red splotches, feeling their heat in delightful contrast to the cool skin that surrounded them. He listened to his lover’s panting breaths with pleasure.
He switched his attention to the backs of Jack’s thighs, making them a bright pink all over. The paddle made a different noise when it struck Jack here. A sharper cracking sound that went well with the stinging sensation he knew Jack was feeling.
Daniel felt the tip of his cock leaking pre-cum inside his shorts. He dropped the paddle and rapidly stripped off all his clothing, staring at Jack’s bottom and thighs hungrily. He coated himself roughly with lube, and inserted one slippery finger into his partner’s tight hole, sliding it back and forth rapidly. He withdrew his hand and smacked the side of Jack’s thigh, leaving a pink palm print. Jack jerked in surprise.
"I’m going to take you just like this, Jack. Keep your arms braced, I don’t want you to hurt your neck. Tell me if you need me to stop." Daniel spoke very quickly, his excitement evident.
"I will," Jack promised him in a muffled voice, visibly bracing himself against the loving assault Daniel was about to make on his body.
Daniel placed himself in alignment with his partner’s body, pressing the head of his cock against Jack’s hole. With his hands firmly on Jack’s hips, he pulled them backwards sharply as he thrust forward. He was all the way in, and Jack was crying out and twisting his hips. Daniel grunted with pleasure, and dug his fingers in, stilling Jack’s hips. "Daniel! Oh, god!"
Daniel began to thrust his hips, his shiny cock flying in and out of Jack’s hole. Jack braced himself against the couch and held on for dear life. Daniel was tremendously excited by Jack’s submissive posture, and by the bright red marks on his buttocks that his cock was plunging between. He reached up with one hand, and grabbed the back of Jack’s collar, pulling it tight against his lover’s throat. Jack kept his head down, as ordered, issuing a high-pitched whine.
Three more hard in-strokes, and Daniel was slumped over Jack, buried as deeply as he could possibly be, filling Jack with his seed. Jack trembled and gasped, feeling his lover’s cock shooting sperm deep up inside his rectum, glorying in Daniel’s possession of his willing body. Daniel was murmuring words in a language that Jack didn’t know. But, just the same, he understood.
Daniel pulled slowly out of his lover, a trail of sperm dripping down the back of Jack’s thigh. He collapsed sideways onto the couch, pulling Jack’s aching body on top of his own sated one. The two men slowly arranged their limbs until they were comfortable, Jack still half on top of Daniel. Jack reached up to the back of the couch and pulled awkwardly at the afghan that hung there. It tumbled down on top of them, and Daniel arranged it to cover their naked and sweating bodies.
The next few minutes were filled with kisses and softly murmured words.
Then the two exhausted men succumbed to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
In the background, the long-forgotten hockey game went into overtime.
THE END
Jack O’Neill was laying on the couch, ostensibly watching a hockey game. Except that he no longer knew or cared what the score was, or what was happening on the ice. He laid on his side, his head pillowed on Daniel’s thigh. Daniel’s fingers were lightly tracing the outline of Jack’s left ear, playing with his earlobe. The sensations that Jack’s body was experiencing filled his mind to the exclusion of everything else. Daniel had slowly heightened his lover’s arousal, step by carefully planned step.
When the game began, Jack was sitting on the couch, naked except for his leather collar. Daniel sat beside him reading a book. At the first commercial break, Daniel went into the bedroom and came back shortly with an armload of "toys", which he had laid out on the coffee table. Then he sat down without a word, and returned to his book. Jack had stared at his lover for a moment, and stared at the items on the table for much longer. But Daniel hadn’t made any moves or said anything, so Jack forced his attention back to the hockey game, and waited.
Another commercial break came, and Daniel laid his book aside, reaching out to pick up a cock ring from the table. Jack smiled and spread his legs wider, welcoming his lover’s touch. Daniel placed the cock ring snugly at the base of Jack’s still soft penis. Then he sat back and picked up his book again, still without a word.
Jack let his attention return to the hockey game, but he was fully aware of his cock thickening and hardening. He was also aware, in the back of his mind, of the remaining items on the coffee table. Was Daniel really going to stretch this out, placing Jack into bondage during commercial breaks, for cryin’ out loud? The anticipation was lovely.
At the next break, Daniel took a length of rope and bound Jack’s ankles together. And returned to his book, with seeming nonchalance. Jack was enjoying this immensely, but both men were feigning complete disinterest.
Another commercial. Three turns of rope around Jack’s knees. He casually reached for his beer, his throat becoming increasingly dry. His cock was fully erect, but not yet painfully so. The cock ring would keep him hard for ages. And apparently this was going to take ages. His eyes gleamed. And Daniel read his book.
When the next break came, Daniel pulled Jack to his feet, helping him balance. He ordered Jack to hold the cheeks of his ass apart. Jack had known that the butt plug was coming eventually, it was right there on the table, glistening with lube. It wasn’t the biggest one that they had. But it would hurt going in. They always hurt going in. But it was a momentary pain, one that Jack found very exciting. Jack leaned forward, bracing himself against the arm Daniel had placed around his stomach, and parted his buttocks, trying to relax.
The tip of the plug pressed against the entrance to his body. Jack breathed deeply and pushed back slightly. The first few inches of the plug entered his tight anal opening. Stretching him. It felt so good, but he knew that was about to change. Daniel worked the plug in and out a few times, and then pushed it further in. Jack gasped in pain. Daniel repeated the motion, and then removed the plug entirely. Jack’s asshole tightened and released spasmodically, hungry for more.
Daniel reinserted the plug, pushing it in even further this time. It went in much more easily now, but the widest portion was still outside Jack’s body. Again Daniel worked the plug in and out, finally tightening his arm around Jack’s stomach and giving one last hard push. The plug slid into place, buried inside Jack’s ass. His wide-stretched opening snapped shut around the narrow base of the plug.
Jack uttered a short cry of pain. His rectum felt like it was on fire, although that feeling would fade in a minute or two. He was still bent over, Daniel still holding him tightly. He let his hands fall away from his buttocks, and Daniel’s hand stroked his cheeks soothingly. Jack straightened his body, and let Daniel help him into a seated position once again on the couch. The sensation of the plug inside him caused more gasps as he lowered himself. His ass throbbed, and his erection was red and swollen. And the hockey game was already back on. Jack’s eyes were on the screen, but half of his mind was already jumping ahead to the next break. Probably the end of the first period. What would Daniel do?
The period ended. Daniel put his book down once again, and smiled at his aroused lover. He pulled Jack to his feet again, the plug inside him shifting with his movements and bringing a moan to Jack’s lips. Daniel began to buckle leather straps around Jack’s thighs and wrists. He lowered Jack back onto the couch and hooked the wrist restraints to the thigh cuffs. Jack was almost literally immobilized at this point. He might be able to rise to his feet with a great deal of effort, but he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere even if he made it that far.
Daniel lifted Jack’s glass of beer to his lips, and Jack drank thirstily, draining the glass. When the glass was lowered, Jack licked his lips. Daniel smiled, and leaning forward, seized Jack’s bottom lip gently between his teeth, and flicked his own tongue against it repeatedly. Then he left Jack open-mouthed on the couch, and disappeared into the kitchen.
Jack lowered his head to the back of the couch and closed his eyes, simply enjoying the sensation of the restraints that his lover had placed on his body. He tested each bond individually, and squeezed his rectum around the butt plug. He could feel his swollen cock jerk each time. He opened his eyes, and lowered his gaze to his erection. It was deep red in color, and weeping fluid from the slit in the tip. He looked at the coffee table. There were still three more items laying there. Could he survive that long?
Daniel returned from the kitchen after a lengthy interval, bearing another beer for Jack. He stroked his lover’s hair tenderly as Jack drank from the offered glass. Their eyes met, and the heat that he saw in Jack’s eyes pleased him greatly. He placed the beer on the table, and picked up his book. Jack groaned. Daniel’s eyes gleamed, but he showed no other visible reaction.
The second period of the hockey game began. Jack made the effort to ignore his aching arousal and concentrate on the game. That would probably be the only way he would survive the rest of this other game, the one that Daniel had devised to torture Jack so divinely. It was good to have a genius for a lover, they were so endlessly inventive.
The hockey continued. A time-out was called. Daniel took the last piece of rope and tied it around Jack’s body at the elbows, deepening the bondage by another degree, and completing the total immobilization of his lover. Daniel had been holding his own body in check all this time, wanting to make this session last and last. But at this stage, his cock was pressing against the confines of his pants painfully, and his breathing rate was noticeably increased. Daniel swooped down on Jack’s mouth, claiming it in a passionate kiss. Jack moaned loudly with excitement. The two men’s tongues dueled.
The hockey started up again. Daniel pulled back from Jack, and stared into his eyes. His own pupils were dilated and Jack’s were the same. He touched Jack’s mouth with his fingers, gently, and sat back on the couch, picking up his book with shaking hands.
Jack couldn’t believe it. The man wasn’t human!
A fight broke out on the ice. Afterwards the officials conferred to determine penalties. Time for a brief commercial break. Daniel tossed down his book, and seized the nipple clamps from the table. He bent his head and kissed each of Jack’s nipples lovingly before sliding the clamps into place. He adjusted the tension screws so that they would be tight, but not painfully so at this point. Breathing heavily, he gazed into Jack’s face as he tugged firmly on the chain that was attached to the clamps. Jack’s mouth dropped open as his eyes widened with the pain. The gasp from his lips made Daniel’s cock jump and throb. He tugged again, and Jack’s eyes glazed over. And then the hockey game was back on.
Daniel didn’t even pretend to read his book this time. He didn’t look at Jack or touch him. He would likely come in his pants if he did, and that would be such a waste. This was a very good game that he had come up with, but he thought that next time he would make sure that he and Jack had both had an orgasm before starting. This was almost more pain than pleasure, and it had to be far worse for Jack, with the cock ring and the butt plug. Daniel shivered at the thought of what he was doing to Jack, what Jack was willingly, submissively letting him do.
Finally another commercial break came. Daniel picked up the last item from the table and Jack opened his mouth wide, accepting the gag. Daniel tightened the straps that held it in place, and stroked Jack’s face tenderly. "I want you lying down on the couch, now, Jack. I’ll help you." Jack relaxed into Daniel’s strong hands, and was soon lying on his right side, slightly curled up. Daniel adjusted the thigh-wrist restraint on Jack’s right side so that he wasn’t lying on his hand, and then raised his lover’s head, sliding underneath to seat himself. He lowered Jack’s head onto his thigh, relishing the warmth and weight of it. He began to gently stroke the curve of Jack’s ear.
As the hockey game resumed, Daniel focused entirely on Jack. He watched his lover’s eyes blinking at the television screen. He knew that Jack saw nothing of the game now, that all of his mind was filled with the physical and emotional sensations caused by the tight bondage he was enduring. Daniel’s gaze roamed slowly over Jack’s body, made even more attractive than usual to his eyes by the ropes and straps that adorned it. A light sheen of sweat glistened on Jack’s brow. His face was very flushed, and his breathing somewhat labored, yet strangely calm. His cock was rock hard and nearly purple in color.
And yet Jack lay quietly, obediently on the couch, his head motionless against Daniel’s thigh. Suffering. Beautifully. To please Daniel.
And Daniel was very pleased. And touched, as always, by the gift of submission that Jack gave to him so freely. It had been after their very first experiment with heavy bondage that Jack and Daniel had confessed their love to each other. Daniel stroked Jack’s sweaty hair, remembering. It had been Jack’s first experience of ‘sub space‘, where he gave absolutely everything that he was into Daniel’s hands and found himself transported to a place deep within himself to which he had never been before. A place he hadn’t even known existed. As Daniel now watched Jack’s chest rising and falling with each deep breath, he could tell that his lover had entered that mysterious realm once again.
Daniel quivered at the realization, quivered with the lustful need to possess this man who placed such special trust in him. He lifted Jack’s head and held it carefully as he slid off the couch, lowering it gently. Daniel then pushed the coffee table back out of his way, and sank to his knees before his lover. Jack seemed almost unaware of his presence. Daniel carefully unzipped himself, and lowered pants and underwear to his knees. His cock bobbed free. He could see Jack’s eyes focus on it.
Daniel bent forward to remove the gag from Jack’s mouth. Jack worked the kinks out of his jaw, licking his lips, staring at Daniel’s cock with a peculiar kind of intensity. Daniel shuffled forward until his cock angled up over the side of the couch, inches from his lover’s mouth. He wrapped his hands around Jack’s shoulder and the back of his head, and pulled the other man’s upper body forward a few inches, to the edge of the couch. He could feel Jack’s hot breath puffing across the head of his cock.
"Suck me," Daniel ordered quietly.
And Jack obeyed. He opened his mouth wide, and swallowed Daniel whole, causing him to gasp with pleasure as his aching erection sank deep into the moist heat of Jack’s mouth. There was only one part of Jack’s body that he could move, and so he moved his head up and down on Daniel’s cock with all the pent-up energy that flowed from his immobilized limbs. Daniel was whispering Jack’s name, watching him strain against his bonds as he devoted himself to bringing Daniel pleasure, making Daniel come.
But Daniel had one last thing that he wanted to do before he shot his seed down Jack’s throat. The final step in the incremental bondage that he had used so successfully on his lover tonight. He took Jack’s head in his hands, firmly, stopping Jack’s movement. Jack moaned around Daniel’s prick, still buried halfway inside his loving mouth. Daniel stayed that way for a minute, panting loudly. Giving Jack time to understand that he was now fully immobilized. Jack’s eyes stared up into Daniel’s blankly. Then they widened in realization, and a loud, heart-felt moan came up from deep within, causing vibrations in Daniel’s cock. He shivered, and began to rock his hips, fucking Jack’s receptive mouth passionately.
It only took a few strokes to bring him to completion. An agonized shout of, "Jack!", and his sticky sperm was being drained from his balls by his lover’s desperately sucking mouth. Daniel moaned as he shot again, clinging to the couch for support.
He wanted nothing more than to collapse in a boneless heap, but Jack needed to be attended to, and quickly. Daniel pulled his limp cock out of Jack’s still gently sucking mouth, and began to roll the other man over onto his back. He straightened his limbs and placed a small pillow under his head. Jack just looked at him piteously, trustingly. Desperately craving his release. Daniel had been planning to replace the gag, but that would just take more time, and Jack certainly had earned some mercy at this point. Daniel quickly loosened the nipple clamps, but didn’t remove them completely, as that would have been even more painful for his lover.
Then he turned his attention to Jack’s painfully swollen cock. He licked it gently. "Oh, god, Danny!" He licked it a few more times, feeling Jack’s helpless body straining, listening to his heart-rending moans. He placed a tender kiss on the tip of Jack’s cock, and then deftly unfastened and removed the cock ring. Jack yelled something indecipherable, and despite his bonds, his entire body seemed to arch off the couch, begging, begging.
Daniel placed his mouth around Jack’s erection and slowly slid his mouth all the way to the base. He repeated the movement, using his tongue now. Jack was groaning. Daniel sucked as hard as he could, and Jack came with tremendous force, large amounts of sperm hitting the back of Daniel’s throat, over and over again. He came almost silently, with only small grunts of strain. Daniel’s hands stroked and patted Jack soothingly wherever he could reach, as his tongue gently cleaned his lover’s rapidly-shrinking prick. Jack lay panting, eyelids fluttering, dazed. He felt as though only the ropes and straps were holding his body together, preventing it from melting bonelessly into the couch. He was flying.
Finally Daniel released Jack’s limp organ from his mouth, and set about removing Jack’s bonds, uncovering the red marks that were left behind due to Jack’s inevitable straining. The rope that they used was very soft, and the wrist cuffs were padded leather. The marks would fade before long. Until then, Daniel would enjoy looking at them and remembering. Jack’s cock was still very red in color, and undoubtedly was feeling quite a bit sore, but that too would pass before long. His pinched nipples had regained their natural color already, but still showed the indentations caused by the clamps. Their soreness, too, would pass. Daniel licked at them very gently, and Jack lifted his hand drowsily to stroke his lover’s hair.
Daniel raised his head and met the gaze of Jack’s half-closed eyes. A small, contented smile lurked on Jack’s mouth. "So, what did you think?" Daniel asked softly.
"I think I never came so hard in my entire life, that’s what I think," Jack answered dreamily.
Daniel raised himself up to kiss Jack’s gently curving lips, and to his surprise Jack came alive beneath him and pulled Daniel up onto the couch on top of him. Daniel settled himself gingerly, trying to avoid Jack’s sore groin area, finding movement awkward with his pants still down around his knees. Then he let himself relax into Jack’s strong arms and warm kisses. One of Jack’s hands caressed down Daniel’s back, down to his firm ass, stroking it very slowly.
Daniel raised his head to look at his lover’s face. Contentment radiated from every pore of Jack’s flushed and damp skin. His eyes were mere gleaming slits. His lips were red, and slightly swollen from both their kisses and the earlier use of the gag. Aware of Daniel’s stare, Jack opened his eyes wider and the two men smiled at each other lovingly. Jack’s hand was still idly caressing Daniel’s buttocks. And Daniel felt the first stirrings of renewed arousal. He began to whisper to Jack, "You look so beautiful like this, sweetheart. So peaceful. So comfortable." Jack smiled hazily, his eyes still dreamy. "So fuckable."
The dreaminess went out of Jack’s eyes quickly at Daniel’s words.
"Too tired, Jack?" Daniel inquired softly.
Jack shook his head in immediate denial. "Never too tired for you, Danny." As Daniel searched Jack’s face carefully, Jack smiled, licked his lips, and tightened his hand around Daniel’s buttock, squeezing hard. Daniel gasped in surprise. A gleam came into his eyes, as he slid his hands down Jack’s sides and hips, digging his fingers down into the cushions of the couch so that he could work them underneath Jack’s bottom.
"But first I think we need to put some color on this ass, get it all red and hot and ready to be fucked." Jack wriggled his bottom in Daniel’s hands, indicating his approval of this plan. The dreamy look was back in his eyes. He was sliding easily back into sub space. Jack would not be up for another orgasm for several hours. This time would be all for Daniel, and the submissive in Jack rejoiced at the opportunity to serve his much loved master. The word trembled on his lips, but he didn’t say it aloud. He would let his actions speak louder than any words.
Daniel slid himself off the couch and stood up, pulling his pants back up over his semi-erect cock as he did so. After fastening them, he held out a hand to Jack. "Let’s take this into the bedroom," he said.
"Please, can’t we stay out here?"
Daniel smiled slowly. "Good memories, huh? Or are you just too tired to get up?"
Jack grinned up at him. "A little of both."
Daniel extended his hand again. "Up," he ordered firmly.
Jack complied instantly, trying to conceal his disappointment.
"Go in the bedroom, Jack, and bring back a towel, the lube, and whatever you want me to use on your bottom." As he finished speaking, Daniel swatted Jack once on said bottom, which sent his lover scurrying out of the room rapidly. Daniel watched him go, stretching out the kinks in his neck, shoulders and back while he waited for Jack to return. He wondered what implement Jack was selecting. His cock twitched.
Jack had selected a smooth wooden paddle. He pressed a kiss to it before he placed it in Daniel’s hands. And Daniel’s cock grew another inch or two. The paddle would indeed get Jack’s bottom hot and red in no time. And since this was for Daniel’s arousal rather than Jack’s, the sound the paddle made when it struck Jack’s flesh, and the color that it would produce were the important things. Creating the right degree of pain for Jack’s benefit was not an issue this time. Daniel wouldn’t need to hold his arousal in check. He would be buried in Jack’s ass in no time. His cock grew harder. "Kneel on the couch, Jack," he ordered huskily. "Face the back. Yes. Head down. Use your hands to brace yourself. Yes, that’s very good, Jack."
With Jack in this position, Daniel could see the base of the forgotten butt plug. He stepped forward to remove it, rubbing Jack’s bent back with his other hand as he pulled it out quickly. Jack jerked forward, his cry muffled by the couch cushions. "Shhh," Daniel soothed him. When Jack grew still, Daniel took his hand away and stepped back, raising the paddle.
It made a most satisfying sound against Jack’s upturned bottom. And left a lovely pink imprint. Daniel concentrated on turning that particular spot red, striking the same place repeatedly. Jack’s hips jerked forward with each blow. Daniel switched to the other cheek, creating the same single red mark. Then he paused to admire his handiwork, caressing the red splotches, feeling their heat in delightful contrast to the cool skin that surrounded them. He listened to his lover’s panting breaths with pleasure.
He switched his attention to the backs of Jack’s thighs, making them a bright pink all over. The paddle made a different noise when it struck Jack here. A sharper cracking sound that went well with the stinging sensation he knew Jack was feeling.
Daniel felt the tip of his cock leaking pre-cum inside his shorts. He dropped the paddle and rapidly stripped off all his clothing, staring at Jack’s bottom and thighs hungrily. He coated himself roughly with lube, and inserted one slippery finger into his partner’s tight hole, sliding it back and forth rapidly. He withdrew his hand and smacked the side of Jack’s thigh, leaving a pink palm print. Jack jerked in surprise.
"I’m going to take you just like this, Jack. Keep your arms braced, I don’t want you to hurt your neck. Tell me if you need me to stop." Daniel spoke very quickly, his excitement evident.
"I will," Jack promised him in a muffled voice, visibly bracing himself against the loving assault Daniel was about to make on his body.
Daniel placed himself in alignment with his partner’s body, pressing the head of his cock against Jack’s hole. With his hands firmly on Jack’s hips, he pulled them backwards sharply as he thrust forward. He was all the way in, and Jack was crying out and twisting his hips. Daniel grunted with pleasure, and dug his fingers in, stilling Jack’s hips. "Daniel! Oh, god!"
Daniel began to thrust his hips, his shiny cock flying in and out of Jack’s hole. Jack braced himself against the couch and held on for dear life. Daniel was tremendously excited by Jack’s submissive posture, and by the bright red marks on his buttocks that his cock was plunging between. He reached up with one hand, and grabbed the back of Jack’s collar, pulling it tight against his lover’s throat. Jack kept his head down, as ordered, issuing a high-pitched whine.
Three more hard in-strokes, and Daniel was slumped over Jack, buried as deeply as he could possibly be, filling Jack with his seed. Jack trembled and gasped, feeling his lover’s cock shooting sperm deep up inside his rectum, glorying in Daniel’s possession of his willing body. Daniel was murmuring words in a language that Jack didn’t know. But, just the same, he understood.
Daniel pulled slowly out of his lover, a trail of sperm dripping down the back of Jack’s thigh. He collapsed sideways onto the couch, pulling Jack’s aching body on top of his own sated one. The two men slowly arranged their limbs until they were comfortable, Jack still half on top of Daniel. Jack reached up to the back of the couch and pulled awkwardly at the afghan that hung there. It tumbled down on top of them, and Daniel arranged it to cover their naked and sweating bodies.
The next few minutes were filled with kisses and softly murmured words.
Then the two exhausted men succumbed to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
In the background, the long-forgotten hockey game went into overtime.
THE END
