Sam/Daniel - Control II (Adult-kink)shutthef_upNovember 4 2007, 20:46:55 UTC
Daniel needs to wear his pain on his skin when the weight of it on his soul becomes too much to bear. It’s both simple and the most complex thing Sam has ever tried to reconcile. She draws her arm back and delivers the blow. The leather lashes make just the right sound as they impact Daniel’s skin. It’s a sharp slapping sound and the lashes fall lazily away from his sweat-damp flesh. Sam rests her arm and rolls her shoulders to stay loose.
Sam walks around the frame, struck as always, at how much Daniel resembles Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man. His cock hangs quiescent between his legs, balls drawn up tight to his body for protection. He doesn’t get off on pain and punishment. Blindfolded, his head turns to follow her moment.
“I failed Sha’re,” he says quietly, miserably.
Sam raises her arm, swings, putting her weight behind the blow. It falls across his belly with a dull crack and he flinches, grimaces as he bears the pain.
“Love doesn’t make you weak, Daniel,” Sam responds, stepping close to fondle his cock until it begins to stir. It fucks with her mind to be cruel and kind in the same moment, but she manages for his sake.
“I disobeyed orders on our last mission,” he confesses.
Sam moves again and applies the lash to his ass, taking a moment to run a hand over her handiwork. His body is covered in stripes, slightly raised under her fingertips.
“It was the right thing to do. The outcome was as good as could be expected,” she replies.
She reasons that he couldn’t have chosen anyone more perfect than a physicist for this… activity. She intuitively understands the complexities of velocity, weight and sound as they relate to the tool at hand and the condition of his flesh. They worked out the details together and it’s all very precise. Daniel needs the sting and burn of the lash, but they can’t afford for him to bear lasting marks, so Sam plans and delivers her blows with careful skill.
Real and imagined, Daniel confesses his sins and Sam purges them, one by one, lash by lash. When she tires, they move on to phase two. If she whips Daniel for much longer, she won’t be able to lift her arm tomorrow. His skin is hot, reddened and incredibly sensitive.
Now the lash caresses and kisses his skin softly. Sam takes Daniel’s limp cock in hand and strokes it to hardness. She drapes the supple leather strips over and around it before slowly drawing them away. Sam’s able to incorporate some of her own fantasy now, worshipping and exploring his body the way she’s always wanted to. Helpless, still blindfolded, he twitches and sighs in the restraints.
Daniel isn’t comfortable taking pleasure unilaterally. Never has been. His fingers itch to touch and stroke. His body isn’t quite so discriminating. When Sam’s fingers stroke his balls and cock and Jesus Fucking Christ slip over the tight ring of his asshole, it makes him twist and writhe in his restraints.
Sam has perfected the technique of edging, stroking his cock until he’s close to orgasm, head swollen tight and leaking, then stopping completely, denying his release. She draws him out, time and again, leaving him unrelieved each time. She loves the beautiful way he strains, muscles standing out in sharp relief, even in his neck.
She steps back to admire her handiwork. Daniel slumps in the frame, sweat shimmering on his skin, his cock flushed dark and incredibly hard, standing out from his body.
Sam goes back to work, hands twisting around the shaft of his cock, her palm drifting over the head just often enough to make him twitch. Daniel moans and his hips thrust at her, begging her to finish. She stops - just long enough for him to cry out in frustration and need - then gives him three sharp strokes to bring him off. She grips his shaft firmly and massages his balls as he ejaculates in thick heavy streams that land on her shirt. The air is filled with the scent of his semen.
Even as the jets slacken, she doesn’t stop stroking him. If anything, she jerks him harder, faster. Daniel throws his head back and keens as she forces a second orgasm from him, piggybacked on the first and so intense it’s almost painful. Even when he collapses, panting and groaning, into the restraints, she doesn’t let go entirely, gently bringing him through.
Re: Sam/Daniel - Control II (Adult-kink)surreallisNovember 4 2007, 21:22:52 UTC
Ooh, nice! I can see Daniel having problems with guilt and needing to release that guilt. You also do a really great job of 'showing' us Daniel here. You can tell the author has a fondness for the man in all ways. ;)
You need to write more het kink! Mistress Matisse would be proud. :D
Re: Sam/Daniel - Control II (Adult-kink)abyssinia4077November 5 2007, 01:24:41 UTC
...wow again...
I can't even leave you coherent feedback. I think I want them to not have to do this and yet I can see Daniel needed something and trusting Sam and Sam definitely isn't doing this for her and...so much.
Re: Sam/Daniel - Control II (Adult-kink)shutthef_upNovember 11 2007, 00:18:42 UTC
It could happen. Who knows?
Part of me really does think that the team as a whole could develop some bizarre coping mechanisms. Actually, Unending sort of triggered a lot of possibilities for me, most of them pretty twisted.
Sam walks around the frame, struck as always, at how much Daniel resembles Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man. His cock hangs quiescent between his legs, balls drawn up tight to his body for protection. He doesn’t get off on pain and punishment. Blindfolded, his head turns to follow her moment.
“I failed Sha’re,” he says quietly, miserably.
Sam raises her arm, swings, putting her weight behind the blow. It falls across his belly with a dull crack and he flinches, grimaces as he bears the pain.
“Love doesn’t make you weak, Daniel,” Sam responds, stepping close to fondle his cock until it begins to stir. It fucks with her mind to be cruel and kind in the same moment, but she manages for his sake.
“I disobeyed orders on our last mission,” he confesses.
Sam moves again and applies the lash to his ass, taking a moment to run a hand over her handiwork. His body is covered in stripes, slightly raised under her fingertips.
“It was the right thing to do. The outcome was as good as could be expected,” she replies.
She reasons that he couldn’t have chosen anyone more perfect than a physicist for this… activity. She intuitively understands the complexities of velocity, weight and sound as they relate to the tool at hand and the condition of his flesh. They worked out the details together and it’s all very precise. Daniel needs the sting and burn of the lash, but they can’t afford for him to bear lasting marks, so Sam plans and delivers her blows with careful skill.
Real and imagined, Daniel confesses his sins and Sam purges them, one by one, lash by lash. When she tires, they move on to phase two. If she whips Daniel for much longer, she won’t be able to lift her arm tomorrow. His skin is hot, reddened and incredibly sensitive.
Now the lash caresses and kisses his skin softly. Sam takes Daniel’s limp cock in hand and strokes it to hardness. She drapes the supple leather strips over and around it before slowly drawing them away. Sam’s able to incorporate some of her own fantasy now, worshipping and exploring his body the way she’s always wanted to. Helpless, still blindfolded, he twitches and sighs in the restraints.
Daniel isn’t comfortable taking pleasure unilaterally. Never has been. His fingers itch to touch and stroke. His body isn’t quite so discriminating. When Sam’s fingers stroke his balls and cock and Jesus Fucking Christ slip over the tight ring of his asshole, it makes him twist and writhe in his restraints.
Sam has perfected the technique of edging, stroking his cock until he’s close to orgasm, head swollen tight and leaking, then stopping completely, denying his release. She draws him out, time and again, leaving him unrelieved each time. She loves the beautiful way he strains, muscles standing out in sharp relief, even in his neck.
She steps back to admire her handiwork. Daniel slumps in the frame, sweat shimmering on his skin, his cock flushed dark and incredibly hard, standing out from his body.
Sam goes back to work, hands twisting around the shaft of his cock, her palm drifting over the head just often enough to make him twitch. Daniel moans and his hips thrust at her, begging her to finish. She stops - just long enough for him to cry out in frustration and need - then gives him three sharp strokes to bring him off. She grips his shaft firmly and massages his balls as he ejaculates in thick heavy streams that land on her shirt. The air is filled with the scent of his semen.
Even as the jets slacken, she doesn’t stop stroking him. If anything, she jerks him harder, faster. Daniel throws his head back and keens as she forces a second orgasm from him, piggybacked on the first and so intense it’s almost painful. Even when he collapses, panting and groaning, into the restraints, she doesn’t let go entirely, gently bringing him through.
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You need to write more het kink! Mistress Matisse would be proud. :D
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Het kink is turning out to be a lot of fun. This one turned out better than I thought it would, but I thought it might break my brain.
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Great job showing Daniel's thoughts and reactions, as well as Sam's calculations.
Whew!
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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I can't even leave you coherent feedback. I think I want them to not have to do this and yet I can see Daniel needed something and trusting Sam and Sam definitely isn't doing this for her and...so much.
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I sort of figure that they'd have a lot of very complex and non-mainline ways of coping with them.
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Part of me really does think that the team as a whole could develop some bizarre coping mechanisms. Actually, Unending sort of triggered a lot of possibilities for me, most of them pretty twisted.
Thanks!
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