*dusts off the cobwebs*

Its amazing what you can find when clearing out your files...This little beauty was written when a friend sent me the link to an article on ebay.Seeing how ebay only keeps links active for 90 days I went looking to see if I could find something similar...and I did!http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=2909612982&category=324We both wrote stories and didn't show them to each other until we had both finished.Obviously the picture will give you a pretty good idea as to the content of the piece.Yes its D&D BDSM - so consider yourself warned...I guess even in a livejournal its prudent to issue a disclaimer so here goes...Its FICTION people and if by some 'so remote it might as well be the South Pole' chance this is read by either of the subjects that the CHARACTERS are based on then drop me a comment and let me know what you think! (It'll go - you only have to say!)The house was quiet as Darren pushed the front door open and stepped in.No radio or television was on, no sounds of a guitar or piano being played and yet he knew Daniel was at home as he had spoken to him on the phone only twenty minutes beforehand.Opening the door to the study he found the reason for the silence.Daniel was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn’t hear Darren’s key turn in the lock, didn’t hear his soft footsteps approaching, knew nothing of his presence until a hand was placed on his shoulder and a familiar voice enquired.‘What you looking at?’Guilty Daniel shut flat the lid of his laptop. ‘Er nothing.’ ‘Come on let me see.’ Gently Darren prised his fingers away from the plastic and opened up the screen again.‘I came across it by accident. I was on another site and followed a link…and then another…’ Daniel stammered, horrified that he had been caught.‘Hmmm.’ Darren said as he saw what Daniel had been viewing. ‘But you like it no?’‘Purely for decorative purposes.’ Daniel replied, blushing a little.‘And that is all?’ Darren enquired swivelling round the chair Daniel was sitting in and running a hand along his thigh. ‘It’s just that the vase on the window-sill is decorative and I have never seen you with one of these…’ his hand rested over the slight bulge at Daniel’s crotch, ‘when you have looked at the vase before, or this sweet dish, that too has never had quite *this* effect on you either.’Slowly he began to rub at Daniel’s erection, Daniel unable to help the tiny sigh that escaped his lips.‘Or maybe,’ Darren whispered, his lips close to Daniel’s ear, ‘you are looking at it and imagining what it would feel like here…’ and with his free hand he trailed his fingers lightly down Daniel’s back, ‘or maybe here,’ his fingers loitered at the Daniel’s waist. ‘hmmm, is that what you were thinking?’‘Darren…I…’‘Ssssh.’ A finger to his dry lips. Kneeling down Darren nuzzled his face against the soft fabric of Daniel’s jeans, feeling how he moved under him, how his body shifted so that his erection was up against Darren’s face.‘Order it baby.’ Darren said as his fingers started to slowly undo the zipper.‘Oh no, I couldn’t.’‘Yes you can. If it gets you this excited just looking at a picture I for one would LOVE to see what would happen if you actually brought it.’ He glanced up, looked at the screen again. ‘And it has such a lovely strong handle, just right for…’‘Aaah Darren, please don’t even say it or I fear I will…’‘Oh yes Dan,’ Darren fingers slid inside the opened flies of Daniel’s trousers, started to caress him through the cotton of his boxers, felt the dampness that was already seeping through the material. ‘Order it. Order it and then let me use it as I know you want me to. Let me use it to drive you wild.’ Two days later…‘Darren honey it’s 7am.’‘Yes but I want to see if the postman has delivered our parcel yet.’Wearily Daniel tried to explain for the one hundredth time that it was too soon for their purchase to arrive and besides when it did come the postman would have to ring the bell so they would know when it was here.Finding out that no, it had not mysteriously been delivered and squeezed through their letterbox overnight Darren came back to bed and snuggled back down into Daniel’s embrace.‘What do you think it will feel like?’ he asked, his normally blue eyes shining dark with anticipation.‘I think it will all depend on how it is used. Maybe it will hurt at first and then I think it will be good,’ he shivered slightly, ‘*very* good.’‘I will make it good for you Danny,’ Darren squeezed him tightly. ‘I will make it *very* good I promise.’ One week later…‘Ding dong’‘I’ll go.’ Darren jumped up and nearly fell back on the carpet as he tripped over a pair of trainers that he had left lying there.On the other side of the front door was the postman and he was holding a flat box in his arms.Darren took it from him and put it on the hall table. His hands were shaking so much that he could barely sign his name on the delivery sheet.Thanking the postman he closed the door and carried the precious parcel into the kitchen where Daniel was finishing the drying up. Laid it carefully down on the table.‘It’s come.’ He whispered.‘Yes it has.’And for a few moments they both just stood there staring at it.It didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary – just a plain brown box with a sticky label stating their address on it. Certainly nothing to give away its contents.‘Ah maybe it isn’t what we think it is.’ Daniel said, ‘Maybe it is the record company have decided to send you two hundred copies of your album or maybe it is that replacement part for the mixing desk I ordered the other day.’But they both knew that such things were unlikely to be delivered to them at home.‘Only one way to find out.’ Darren took a pair of scissors out of their drawer and opening them out ran a blade across the top, breaking the packaging tape.Pushing back the flaps he brushed aside the funny foam shapes that had been used to keep it safe in transit and held his breath as he lifted out their purchase, feeling the weight of it in his hands, bringing it up to his nose and inhaling the intoxicating scent of seasoned leather.‘Oh Danny.’ He breathed, his heart racing.‘It’s beautiful.’ Daniel said, resting his chin on Darren’s shoulder and curling two fingers in one of the dozen or so leather soft straps that dangled down from the whip’s handle.‘It looks like something from the Navy years ago, teehee, rum, sodomy and the lash.’ Darren joked.‘Well I’ll pass on the rum if you don’t mind.’ Daniel kissed the side of his neck‘Maybe I should make you dress up like a pirate.’ Darren giggled as Daniel took it from his hands.‘No, no dressing up.’ Daniel said firmly, shuddering at the memory of a few years back when Darren had persuaded him to dress up as Hans Solo for a New Year’s party. ‘No this,’ he ran his hand the length of the handle, ‘is something special, something that deserved to be treated with care.’‘Oh baby.’ Darren hugged him from behind. ‘I can’t wait to try it out.’‘Me neither,’ Daniel shivered with the excitement of just holding it, ‘me neither.’ Later that day…Daniel was alone in the bedroom, supposedly putting away the laundry but his eyes kept drifting to the bed where Darren had laid the whip across the pillows. It was so enticing laying there, its darkness a stark contrast to the crisp whiteness of the bed linen. He put down the pile of socks and tee-shirts he held and crawled over the covers. He didn’t touch it but instead nuzzled his face along its length, feeling its smoothness against his cheeks.Snaking out his tongue he licked the handle and felt his trousers tighten. This was incredible. Just the sight of it alone never mind what would happen once it came into Darren’s skilful hands. How long had he dreamed of owning something of such beauty, of such power? But never had he had the courage to suggest it. Yes, Darren wasn’t averse to giving him the pain he so often craved. And he was very good at it too. Enjoyed giving it not for the sake of hurting Daniel but because his ultimate pleasure was to see Daniel gain pleasure. Trust and love built up over years of being together, of gradually opening up and sharing their desires, their turn-ons and fantasies, meant that he wasn’t afraid of what Darren would do. If he had of been then the whip wouldn’t now be in their house. He would have simply refused to buy it. But he trusted Darren, trusted that he would use it only to bring him pleasure and not pain.Sighing he closed his eyes and rested his head on it. He could feel the energy of it and his trousers grew a little tighter. Without realising it he moaned out loud.‘Couldn’t wait huh?’ a voice laughed from the open doorway.‘Oh Darren.’ Daniel said opening his eyes to look upon his lover.Wordlessly Darren went over and drew the curtains shut, switched on the side lamps and all the time Daniel watched his movements, his heartbeat speeding up.Kneeling down Darren took from around his neck a fine gold chain on which there hung a small key.Inserting the key into the lock on the heavy wooden box that was at the foot of the bed. To anyone else the box simply looked like a box for storing spare blankets. Daniel and Darren alone knew what it really contained.Opening it Darren took out a pair of black leather gloves, gloves that only covered the palms of his hands and up to the knuckle leaving his fingers free. Gloves that had three silver studs at the wrist and gloves the sight of which was enough to make Daniel crawl on all fours towards him and grab his head for a long, deep kiss.When they parted Darren ran the back of one of them enticingly across Daniel’s face and down over his chin to where his Adam’s apple rested.‘Go and undress’ he commanded hoarsely. ‘Use the bathroom.’Daniel nodded, another deep kiss.The gloves were a sign. When he came back Darren would be wearing them and the game would commence.With shaking hands Daniel pulled off his shirt, carefully unbuttoned his trousers, left his clothes in a heap on the floor and taking a deep breath walked back into the bedroom.The whip had been relocated to the top of the box and sat there patiently waiting.In addition Darren had removed the bedclothes leaving only the bottom sheet and the pillows. On the floor beside the bed stood a bottle of water and a glass, on the nightstand was a small bowl containing more water and a flannel. Next to it was a tub of moisturiser and some massage oil. The preparations were complete.Darren stood with his back to the window, his hands behind him. He too had removed his shirt but had kept his jeans on. He looked like some kind of poster pin-up. So innocent, as if he could never do what they were about to do. But Daniel knew different.He may have looked all cutie-pie like the boy next door but they weren’t sixteen, they were adults and Darren knew what he was doing.His heart thumping like he was standing next to the world’s loudest drum kit Daniel meet his eyes, just for a moment and then lowered them. He had seen in Darren’s all that he had needed to see. ‘On the bed. Face down.’Biting his lip Daniel complied.Darren came and straddled him and the soft, supple leather of the gloves he now wore gently caressed Daniel’s back, his sides.Soothed him, relaxed him, got his body ready for what was to come.Fragrant oil trickled over Daniel’s back, pooling in the natural dip of his sacrum. The feel of skin on skin telling Daniel that, temporarily, Darren’s gloves had been removed.Strong hands worked gently at the muscles of his back, getting firmer as Darren used the heels to unravel the knots in his shoulders.Daniel moaned, the sound originating deep within his being and reverberating around the stillness of the room.‘You’re so tense.’‘Mmmm, want this so much.’ And he did. It wasn’t anything he could ever explain except to one who had been there. The pleasure, the pain, the way sometimes pleasure was pain and pain, pleasure. The way the pain turned into pleasure.More oil. Darren’s hands making a soft slicking noise as they worked their magic.Relaxing him still further until he could do nothing more than lay there, as if his bones had turned to jelly and he had been absorbed into the mattress beneath him.Darren’s fingers traced a path down Daniel’s spine, ghosting over every one of his vertebrae until he reached his tailbone, stopping just above his most intimate area.Bending down he placed a tender kiss on his neck, causing Daniel to moan once more.Getting off of Daniel’s body Darren snapped back on his gloves, repositioned Daniel so that he was lying flat out, the tips of his toes dangling off of the edge, his hands still hugging the pillow beneath his head.‘Nu-huh, no you don’t.’ Daniel’s hands were brought forth from their hiding place and encouraged to grab the struts of the headboard.Daniel’s mouth went dry and his whole body quivered. He knew what was to happen next.Darren was going to let him have double pain so that ultimately it would be double the pleasure. His groin twitched, ached, longed to be touched even as Darren was taking the two leather straps and securing Daniel’s wrists to the board. A soft kiss to the back of each hand as he checked that everything was as it should be. Not so tight that it cut off Daniel’s circulation but tight enough to prevent him from being able to wriggle out of his bonds.He was now completely at Darren’s mercy. Had placed all responsibility for his well being into Darren’s hands knowing that Darren wouldn’t push him further than he could bear, knowing that Darren recognised the gravity of such responsibility. Quite literally entrusted his lover with his life, knowing that he could do so with totally certainty. Knowing that submission wasn’t about pain, about humiliation. It was about trust. About giving yourself freely to another in the most ultimate sense of the word.One final long, deep kiss, Darren’s gloved hands cupped gently around Daniel’s face, their burning eyes meeting and then it was time.Daniel heard Darren’s irregular breathing as he picked up the whip, tried it out a few times, making the air around it part with a soft swish. He could smell the tension, the excitement, the scent of the whip and the musk of Darren’s arousal.‘Ready?’Daniel’s limbs trembled, his lungs raced to get enough oxygen in them to keep him conscious. His wrists twisted of their own accord in their restraints, sweat beaded on his forehead. Yes he was ready.‘Do it.’ He said in a quiet voice, barely more than whisper but he knew Darren heard him, knew he understood.But the expected lash didn’t come. Instead the tails of the whip were lightly trailed across his shoulders. Down his back and further, over his buttocks, the tops of his legs. So soft, deceptively soft, teasingly, a foretaste.And then the lash came.Cautious at first, as if Darren was still getting the measure of what he could do with it. Landing on Daniel’s back. Daniel moaned.It felt even better than he had imagined.Instead of just one strand falling onto him there were five or six, each splaying out to touch somewhere slightly different.He turned his head and could see how Darren’s arms muscles tensed as he drew back. How dark his eyes now were. His face full of intense concentration but also a wild look, a look that told Daniel that Darren was enjoying this as much as he was.A few more.This time they were harder and Daniel moaned loudly. ‘Arghhhhh, ahhhhhhh ohhhhhh yesssssssss.’Gripped the headboard with his bound hands, the iron rungs digging into the underside of his fingers.Instinctively his body fought to avoid the blows but a firm hand on his lower legs made him stay in place.Daniel didn’t have to ask Darren to keep going, he just did.And with each blow, each one angled to land on a different part of his skin to the last, each one becoming that much harder as Darren gained confidence and got into his stride, Daniel’s moans got louder and louder until he was practically screaming, his voicebox hoarse, every muscle in his body straining, his cock so painful that even the softness of the mattress couldn’t ease the discomfort.‘Oh baby you look so beautiful.’ Darren gasped as the whip whizzed through the air to land on Daniel’s buttocks. Daniel couldn’t reply, his entire being was now focused on the pain that was coursing through him.‘That’s it Danny, cry out, scream, let it all out.’Daniel screwed his eyes shut, felt the next blow, screamed, tasted the sweat that was pooling on his upper lip, flicked a dry tongue out in an effort to moisten his lips.His head swam and the familiar dizzy little squares danced across his closed eyelids.‘Darren I…’‘Let go, come for me baby, come for me.’Daniel’s body made the decision for him and his back arched as dampness spread out under him, the sheer force lifting his hips from the mattress.Gentle fingers stroked his face, his hair. Tender words of reassurance as he resurfaced. Too exhausted to even sigh.Darren was sat beside him on the bed. As soon as he saw that Daniel had managed to open his eyes he rained passionate kisses over his face. ‘You came so hard. It was so amazing to see. So very hard.’Daniel turned his head smiled. His whole body still sang. The euphoria of his orgasm flooding his system with enough endorphins to make the pain for the moment disappear.‘It was all your doing.’ Daniel informed his lover in a shaky voice.Reaching into the nightstand drawer behind him Darren brought forth a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut away the straps, the knots having worked themselves far too tight for him to even contemplate wasting valuable time unpicking them. All he was concerned about now was freeing Daniel.Taking Daniel’s wrists carefully into his hands his fingers worked to restore the blood supply. He laughed. ‘Hope you’ve got a clean long sleeved shirt to wear to work tomorrow.’Daniel pulled a face and then grinned. ‘Not like it would be the first time.’Darren inspected Daniel’s back, ‘Hmmm, not a bad job even if I do say so myself.’‘Mmmmm?’ Daniel’s attention had wandered and his eyes were transfixed by the whip that Darren had laid on the bed whilst Daniel was coming round. Such a nice handle, so thick and strong, so firm, so hard…Daniel felt the unbelievable stirrings of another erection as he imagined Darren using the handle to…Darren eyes drew down to what had Daniel so fascinated.‘Dan?’Daniel looked at Darren, reached out a hand to tightly grasp one of his still leather covered ones. ‘Will you…’ he swallowed hard. A gentle squeeze from Darren encouraged him to continue. ‘will you fuck me…with the handle…’Darren smiled, the fire in his eyes turning the pupils as black as a moonless midnight. ‘My pleasure.’‘I can see that.’ Daniel tugged on the blue fabric of Darren’s jeans. ‘Must be a bit uncomfortable for you. Off.’And Darren complied. Carefully unbuttoning his trousers and slipping them off, his boxers too. Until finally he stood before Dan as naked as he was, his erection jutting out proud and tall, the curly hairs that adorned it damp with sweat and pre-cum. For what had occurred was as much his pleasure as Daniel’s.Reaching up a hand Daniel ran his fingers lightly over its length, collecting the moisture and using it to dampen his parched lips. He motioned to the bottle of water, just out of reach on the floor. Although he was no longer bound he felt like he didn’t even have the energy to sit up let alone reach down for it. Hurriedly Darren poured him a glass. ‘Oh baby I’m sorry,’ Held the glass to Daniel’s lips and helped him to take a few sips, then a longer drink. Daniel gave a satisfied sigh, a gasp like a child would after drinking some soda and wrapped his fingers around Darren’s.‘Now fuck me?’Darren kissed his forehead, brushed back a piece of wet hair, made sure that Daniel was ok before picking up the discarded whip and moving out of Daniel’s line of vision, the bed dipping as he settled himself to the side of his lover. Daniel tucked his tired arms under his head and sighed contentedly.Like the whipping Darren started slowly. Took his time to prepare Daniel with more oil, using his fingers to coax his already relaxed opening even further.Daniel writhing under him, pushing back as he felt the warm digits enter him.But Darren would not be hurried.More oil, another finger, another gasp from Daniel as he was stretched further than ever before.Then the sensation changed, something other than Darren’s fingers was being pushed up against him, something so hard, and so big, so very big.Pulling a hand free Daniel groped behind him, found one of Darren’s and held it tightly.‘Ssssh, its okay. I’ll go slow.’Daniel nodded. ‘Go on.’With the hand that still clasped Daniel, Darren gripped the base of the whip and with his other he pushed it in a little further.It took his breath away to see how it penetrated his lover, the smooth yet so hard surface filling him, how Daniel gasped, whimpered, began to sob quietly.Pushed a bit more, twisted it slightly, nearly drew blood from biting down on his lip when Daniel squeezed his hand so tightly he practically crushed all the little bones in his fingers.For Daniel the sensation was beyond description. As Darren continued to carefully push in and twist, Daniel’s whole body burned. The pain was so strong and yet the pleasure indescribable.It was like fire and ice both hurtling through his veins at the same time. Sweat now made its presence felt on his back, seeping into the raw marks on his back but he couldn’t scream, all he could do was squeeze Darren’s hand tighter and tighter, Darren for his part stopped twisting the whip handle and instead gently caressed Daniel’s buttocks and thighs.Soft words so husky in their delivery, lust practically robbing him of his speech.Daniel heard them as fragments, his own heartbeat and laboured breathing drowning out all other sounds.He didn’t even realise he had come until he felt the dampness beneath him again.Then his body gave up and he was only dimly aware of Darren carefully removing the whip, of his hands and lips moving tenderly up his body, his hands stroking his sides, his lips ghosting over his marked skin.Cooling cream was applied by ungloved hands. A soothing balm.His hair was smoothed back from his neck, more kisses, reaffirming without words their love. the unspoken bond that held them to each other more than a thousand words ever could.When the words eventaully came they were from Darren’s mouth and not his.‘Oh Danny, Danny, my beautiful Danny…’His head was turned and his lips captured.Daniel let Darren do all the work, allowing him to lead his tongue where he wished, just drowning in the taste of his lover, his life-mate, his one and only. The one who made his life complete, who completed him as a human being.When they parted Daniel opened his eyes and looked into Darren’s shining ones, so alive, so full of love.With all the care of handling a new born Darren helped him to sit up, arranged the pillows so that they were supporting him, cradling his delicate back, rubbed at his sore shoulders with light touches, sore but oh so exhilarated. ‘Mmmm…’ was about all Daniel could manage, his eyes temporarily leaving Darren’s face to travel down the length of his body. Knowing that he wouldn’t be completely content until they had both had their release. Knowing that Darren’s body craved his as much as Daniel’s had.Seeing Daniel looking, Darren smiled cheekily and rotated his wrist. ‘Hmmm, I think I might just have enough strength left to finish this……no,’ he said when he saw that Daniel was about to protest, to offer to help. ‘You’ve done enough for tonight. Just sit and watch.’In reply Daniel spread his aching legs, indicated with a nod that he wanted Darren to kneel between them.Darren kissed him again and as he did so moved to do as Daniel wished.As Daniel stroked him with his eyes Darren began to use both hands to pull himself off, slow, languid strokes, a melody of lust and pleasure emanating from deep within his throat, notes of pure enjoyment and fulfilment.His cock was heavy with blood, swelling with passion.Daniel moaned quietly in encouragement. It was so erotic to watch. He put out a hand and ran his fingertips over Darren’s forearm.Their smiles met, then Darren’s eyes flickered shut, his body quivered involuntarily and moments later the blessing of their union was upon Daniel’s skin.For a long time they just lay there, holding each other, doing nothing more strenuous then occasionally kissing or caressing a lip, a finger.Daniel buried his face in Darren’s hair and licked playfully at his scalp. That morning’s shampoo replaced by the unmistakable scent of sex and satisfaction. Unexpectedly Darren giggled.‘What?’ Daniel enquired giving Darren’s head another soft lick.‘That tickles…’Daniel paused, grinned against the damp locks, moved his mouth to Darren’s ear.‘Want to know what else tickles…’Darren’s fingers traced an imaginary pattern in the dip of his neck.Daniel whispered his answer.A hitch in Darren’s breathing before he said in a shaky voice.‘What time does the auction end…?’