"Congruence, With Mirrors" NC-17, J/D, BDSM
A slightly longer visit to the Quantum Mirror universe, and a slightly better idea of what these two men are all about.
AU, J/D, BDSM, NC-17
CONGRUENCE, WITH MIRRORS
They had built two playrooms in the basement of their new home. One that was suitable for public consumption, with a pool table, and a ping pong table, and a card table. And one that was always kept locked, and could only be accessed by entering the proper code into the concealed keypad. That playroom was for Jack and Daniel’s use only.
When they played there, they played rough.
~~~~
Daniel’s arms were stretched up over his head, his wrists encased in wide leather cuffs. One of the rings on each cuff was fastened to the chains that hung from the ceiling of the sound-proofed room. The chains rattled as Daniel’s body jerked in response to Jack’s erotic assault.
His bottom was a warm, deep pink color. Five minutes earlier he had been bent over the padded bench in the corner of the small room, while Jack had gotten their evening off to a start by applying a paddle to his eager lover’s ass. Just enough to raise a glow, and to get their blood flowing. Nothing like what was happening now.
Jack swung the thick strap again, landing it across the back of Daniel’s thighs. And again. The sensitive skin was a bright, painful red. Daniel lurched forward, and uttered a short cry. More loud smacks, more cries of pained delight.
Jack’s eyes darted to the mirrored wall, where he could witness and monitor Daniel’s level of arousal. What he saw was a stiff prick, sheathed in a black leather cock ring, and jerking with excitement. And his lover’s flushed face, mouth hanging open just a bit, lips shining where Daniel had licked them.
Jack swung the strap again, and watched Daniel’s face contort. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror. Jack smiled tightly, and lashed out. “Ahhh!”
Jack lowered the strap and stepped closer, letting his hand roam gently over the now deep-red skin. He savored the heat, as Daniel relaxed his stance, and shifted his feet, breathing heavily. Jack could smell Daniel’s perspiration. He kissed the back of his lover’s neck, and moved to meet his eyes in the mirror again.
Daniel’s eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal, and glittering with desire. Jack looked at his own reflection, and saw much the same thing. They were so good together, so in tune. He smiled, and smoothed his hand up over Daniel’s buttocks, seeking the protruding base of the butt plug he had inserted after the paddling. He jiggled it, and Daniel sighed, tossing his head. Jack felt contractions under his hand, and knew that Daniel was squeezing his rectum tight around the toy.
He gave Daniel one last pat on the bottom, and moved away to pick up another strap, less wide this time, lighter and more flexible. As he raised his arm, he knew he was being watched in the mirror, but he didn’t take his eyes from his target. Crack! The first hot pink stripe formed on Daniel’s back. Another followed, and another.
Daniel’s thighs had been painted an even shade of red all over, but Jack was skillfully drawing patterns of alternating red and white on his broad back, carefully avoiding the kidney area. Sometimes he allowed the tip of the strap to wrap around the other man’s body, to kiss Daniel’s stomach or chest. He managed to hit a nipple once, causing Daniel to twist violently, dropping his jaw and shouting in shocked surprise.
Breathing harshly, Jack threw down the strap. He heard Daniel moan, and saw his head sag forward. Moving around Daniel, Jack gently lifted his head up, and kissed him tenderly. Daniel looked at him with glazed eyes, swaying on his feet, causing the chains to dance. Jack looked down at Daniel’s nearly purple erection, and carefully unfastened the Velcro closing of the cock ring that had been torturing his prick.
Daniel groaned loudly, knowing that the end had to be near. He watched in the mirror as Jack moved behind him, and saw him pull close the cheval glass that could be tilted to help Daniel see quite clearly what was being done to his backside. Daniel stared at himself for a moment, tracing the marks on his back with his eyes, still feeling the sting and impact of the strap. He shivered. Then his eye was caught by Jack’s movement, and he was instantly consumed by fire.
Jack was taking a cane down from the rack. Walking towards him. Moving behind him. Touching the cane to his buttocks, measuring where he would strike the first blow.
“Oh, God. Please. Do it.” Daniel twisted his wrists and gripped the chains with his hands, bracing himself.
Daniel shouted as the cane bit into his skin, leaving a blazing imprint that rocked him forward. Whimpering, he stared fixedly at his reflection, watching the mark as it changed hue, deepening to crimson. Jack touched him with the cane again, showing him where the next mark would appear. “Please, please.”
Thwack! Searing, agonizing pain. A new stripe, an inch from the first. Incredible heat, coursing through his body. Orgasm almost within reach, no further away than the second kiss of the cane had been from the first. “Jack!”
“Come, Daniel!” Jack commanded, unleashing his final, and harshest blow.
Daniel screamed as his brain dissolved, and his cock erupted. Streams of white jism shot through the air. His hips thrust forward, fucking into nothing. His eyes were tightly shut, but behind his eyelids was the clear vision of three vivid red marks. Jack’s marks. His head rolled back on his shoulders, and he shot again, moaning.
Jack frantically unfastened his black jeans, and freed his straining cock, wrapping his fist around it, and pumping his arm. He was intently watching his lover’s face in the mirror, watching Daniel come. He saw the other man’s eyes open, saw his gaze lock onto the reflection in the cheval glass.
Jack’s eyes closed in ecstasy, leaving Daniel as the only witness to the image of his semen landing on abused flesh, streaking a white trail diagonally across red stripes. His second spurt hugged the curve of Daniel’s bottom, trickling down towards his reddened thighs. He only opened his eyes when he heard the chains creak as Daniel slumped forward.
Shaking off the aftereffects of his orgasm, Jack hurried to release his lover. Daniel leaned his weight into Jack, and dropped his arms over the other man’s shoulders when his hands had been released. Jack held him carefully. “Too much?” he asked anxiously.
“A little,” Daniel admitted, face buried in Jack’s neck.
Jack frowned, and held Daniel a little tighter. “Then why didn’t you use your safe word?”
“Love you.”
Jack closed his eyes, and smiled in a pained sort of way. “I love you too, dear, but you have to stop me when I get carried away.” He petted Daniel’s hair. He knew that his biggest flaw as a dom was his tendency to get a little too wrapped up in what he was doing. It would be a serious flaw if he were working with a true submissive, but he could usually rely on Daniel reining him in.
“So good,” Daniel sighed. He straightened up with an effort, swaying a little. “I think it was maybe the orgasm that was a little too much.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Jack looked carefully at his lover’s sated expression. “Really that good?” Daniel nodded, and leaned into Jack again. “Okay, bedtime,” Jack said gently.
“Carry me upstairs?”
“Yeah, right,” Jack snorted. “No, dear, I think it might be a good idea if one of us was still able to move in the morning.” He slid his arm around Daniel’s waist and headed for the door.
“Oh, you’re right,” Daniel replied with a tired grin. “I think I’m going to need you to wait on me hand and foot tomorrow.”
“So, same as always, then?”
“You do it so well,” Daniel cooed, patting Jack’s shoulder.
“And you just love ordering me around.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, dear.”
There was a long pause, as they stood on the staircase, Jack locked in Daniel’s arms, their lips pressed together in a warm kiss. Hands caressed softly, and voices murmured low. In perfect accord, they resumed their climb.
THE END
I think I'm growing quite fond of these guys. Once we know them a little bit better, it'll be time for them to meet up with our universe's Jack and Daniel.
:-)
AU, J/D, BDSM, NC-17
CONGRUENCE, WITH MIRRORS
They had built two playrooms in the basement of their new home. One that was suitable for public consumption, with a pool table, and a ping pong table, and a card table. And one that was always kept locked, and could only be accessed by entering the proper code into the concealed keypad. That playroom was for Jack and Daniel’s use only.
When they played there, they played rough.
~~~~
Daniel’s arms were stretched up over his head, his wrists encased in wide leather cuffs. One of the rings on each cuff was fastened to the chains that hung from the ceiling of the sound-proofed room. The chains rattled as Daniel’s body jerked in response to Jack’s erotic assault.
His bottom was a warm, deep pink color. Five minutes earlier he had been bent over the padded bench in the corner of the small room, while Jack had gotten their evening off to a start by applying a paddle to his eager lover’s ass. Just enough to raise a glow, and to get their blood flowing. Nothing like what was happening now.
Jack swung the thick strap again, landing it across the back of Daniel’s thighs. And again. The sensitive skin was a bright, painful red. Daniel lurched forward, and uttered a short cry. More loud smacks, more cries of pained delight.
Jack’s eyes darted to the mirrored wall, where he could witness and monitor Daniel’s level of arousal. What he saw was a stiff prick, sheathed in a black leather cock ring, and jerking with excitement. And his lover’s flushed face, mouth hanging open just a bit, lips shining where Daniel had licked them.
Jack swung the strap again, and watched Daniel’s face contort. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror. Jack smiled tightly, and lashed out. “Ahhh!”
Jack lowered the strap and stepped closer, letting his hand roam gently over the now deep-red skin. He savored the heat, as Daniel relaxed his stance, and shifted his feet, breathing heavily. Jack could smell Daniel’s perspiration. He kissed the back of his lover’s neck, and moved to meet his eyes in the mirror again.
Daniel’s eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal, and glittering with desire. Jack looked at his own reflection, and saw much the same thing. They were so good together, so in tune. He smiled, and smoothed his hand up over Daniel’s buttocks, seeking the protruding base of the butt plug he had inserted after the paddling. He jiggled it, and Daniel sighed, tossing his head. Jack felt contractions under his hand, and knew that Daniel was squeezing his rectum tight around the toy.
He gave Daniel one last pat on the bottom, and moved away to pick up another strap, less wide this time, lighter and more flexible. As he raised his arm, he knew he was being watched in the mirror, but he didn’t take his eyes from his target. Crack! The first hot pink stripe formed on Daniel’s back. Another followed, and another.
Daniel’s thighs had been painted an even shade of red all over, but Jack was skillfully drawing patterns of alternating red and white on his broad back, carefully avoiding the kidney area. Sometimes he allowed the tip of the strap to wrap around the other man’s body, to kiss Daniel’s stomach or chest. He managed to hit a nipple once, causing Daniel to twist violently, dropping his jaw and shouting in shocked surprise.
Breathing harshly, Jack threw down the strap. He heard Daniel moan, and saw his head sag forward. Moving around Daniel, Jack gently lifted his head up, and kissed him tenderly. Daniel looked at him with glazed eyes, swaying on his feet, causing the chains to dance. Jack looked down at Daniel’s nearly purple erection, and carefully unfastened the Velcro closing of the cock ring that had been torturing his prick.
Daniel groaned loudly, knowing that the end had to be near. He watched in the mirror as Jack moved behind him, and saw him pull close the cheval glass that could be tilted to help Daniel see quite clearly what was being done to his backside. Daniel stared at himself for a moment, tracing the marks on his back with his eyes, still feeling the sting and impact of the strap. He shivered. Then his eye was caught by Jack’s movement, and he was instantly consumed by fire.
Jack was taking a cane down from the rack. Walking towards him. Moving behind him. Touching the cane to his buttocks, measuring where he would strike the first blow.
“Oh, God. Please. Do it.” Daniel twisted his wrists and gripped the chains with his hands, bracing himself.
Daniel shouted as the cane bit into his skin, leaving a blazing imprint that rocked him forward. Whimpering, he stared fixedly at his reflection, watching the mark as it changed hue, deepening to crimson. Jack touched him with the cane again, showing him where the next mark would appear. “Please, please.”
Thwack! Searing, agonizing pain. A new stripe, an inch from the first. Incredible heat, coursing through his body. Orgasm almost within reach, no further away than the second kiss of the cane had been from the first. “Jack!”
“Come, Daniel!” Jack commanded, unleashing his final, and harshest blow.
Daniel screamed as his brain dissolved, and his cock erupted. Streams of white jism shot through the air. His hips thrust forward, fucking into nothing. His eyes were tightly shut, but behind his eyelids was the clear vision of three vivid red marks. Jack’s marks. His head rolled back on his shoulders, and he shot again, moaning.
Jack frantically unfastened his black jeans, and freed his straining cock, wrapping his fist around it, and pumping his arm. He was intently watching his lover’s face in the mirror, watching Daniel come. He saw the other man’s eyes open, saw his gaze lock onto the reflection in the cheval glass.
Jack’s eyes closed in ecstasy, leaving Daniel as the only witness to the image of his semen landing on abused flesh, streaking a white trail diagonally across red stripes. His second spurt hugged the curve of Daniel’s bottom, trickling down towards his reddened thighs. He only opened his eyes when he heard the chains creak as Daniel slumped forward.
Shaking off the aftereffects of his orgasm, Jack hurried to release his lover. Daniel leaned his weight into Jack, and dropped his arms over the other man’s shoulders when his hands had been released. Jack held him carefully. “Too much?” he asked anxiously.
“A little,” Daniel admitted, face buried in Jack’s neck.
Jack frowned, and held Daniel a little tighter. “Then why didn’t you use your safe word?”
“Love you.”
Jack closed his eyes, and smiled in a pained sort of way. “I love you too, dear, but you have to stop me when I get carried away.” He petted Daniel’s hair. He knew that his biggest flaw as a dom was his tendency to get a little too wrapped up in what he was doing. It would be a serious flaw if he were working with a true submissive, but he could usually rely on Daniel reining him in.
“So good,” Daniel sighed. He straightened up with an effort, swaying a little. “I think it was maybe the orgasm that was a little too much.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Jack looked carefully at his lover’s sated expression. “Really that good?” Daniel nodded, and leaned into Jack again. “Okay, bedtime,” Jack said gently.
“Carry me upstairs?”
“Yeah, right,” Jack snorted. “No, dear, I think it might be a good idea if one of us was still able to move in the morning.” He slid his arm around Daniel’s waist and headed for the door.
“Oh, you’re right,” Daniel replied with a tired grin. “I think I’m going to need you to wait on me hand and foot tomorrow.”
“So, same as always, then?”
“You do it so well,” Daniel cooed, patting Jack’s shoulder.
“And you just love ordering me around.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, dear.”
There was a long pause, as they stood on the staircase, Jack locked in Daniel’s arms, their lips pressed together in a warm kiss. Hands caressed softly, and voices murmured low. In perfect accord, they resumed their climb.
THE END
I think I'm growing quite fond of these guys. Once we know them a little bit better, it'll be time for them to meet up with our universe's Jack and Daniel.
:-)