"Jack, you missed the game on Saturday. We tried to call you."
Jack settled the weights down and looked behind him. Dan Lewis, the leader of SWAT team Alpha, was standing at the entrance to the gym in his workout clothes. "Yeah, sorry about that." Jack had completely forgotten that he'd been invited over to Dan's place with a couple of the other guys to watch a game. "I was a little under the weather after last week. Made it an early night."
"Under the weather. Sure. Well you missed a hell of a game."
Jack nodded, trying for an expression of mild remorse then went back to his weights. He could not remember which team or even which sport he was supposed to be watching when he was actually getting stroked off by a forensic pathologist in a posh BDSM club.
Dan sat down at the weight machine next to Jack. "While we're on the topic of not going out, I met this girl on Friday night and she's got this girl friend—"
"Not interested." Dan was notorious for trying to set people up. It was his prime hobby as far as anyone could tell.
"She's also got this guy friend." Jack felt his heart stutter and he briefly lost the rhythm of his reps. He glanced over at Dan, trying to hide any reaction in his face but he might have failed at that already. "Hey, I've never seen you go out with anyone and it's the 21st century, I don't judge."
"I'm fine, thanks." Jack continued with his reps, hoping Dan would take the hint and go away.
"I'm not buying that. I think you are a lonely man, and I'm going to keep throwing people at you until someone sticks."
Jack fully believed that because he'd seen Dan do it to others. Yes, at least two marriages had come out of it but it was still disconcerting being in his line of fire. "I'm fine. I don't need you to throw anyone at me."
"Does that mean you've already got someone?"
Jack got up and moved over to the leg machine. "It's—"
"Complicated?"
You have no idea. Jack thought.
"Complicated means they're either married, not as interested as you wish they were, or they're into something really kinky and you are just desperate enough to consider trying it."
Jack rolled his eyes. He did wish he could run it all by Dan. Dan was probably his closest male friend and possibly his only friend on that side of the country. They'd been in a few tight spots together and hung out fairly regularly, but Jack had always played things close to his chest, even as a kid. And as an adult there were secrets in his life beyond his sexual tastes. It would be nice to simply blurt it all out.
Hey, you know that short kinda nerdy doctor with the Coroner's Office? Well I ran into him the other night at a really posh kink club and it turns out he's a total Dom, and good at it and I'm thinking about seeing him again next week.
"Look," Dan lowered his voice. "If it's the kink one, make sure you know what you're getting into. All about safe words, open communication. No means no. Stop means stop. Voice of experience here. You don't want to end up in the ER trying to explain—"
"Don't need to know," Jack cut in. "I'm fine."
"Okay, but I have a long list of all types that would be completely into you."
I doubt what I need is anywhere on your list.
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The green tea was soothing in its warmth and Jack cradled the bone china cup that Isaac had handed him. He tried to use the heat soaking into his skin to ground himself. He was feeling rattled, and not only by the current situation. His morning involved exchanging gunfire, something that was never enjoyable and not as common as TV would have one believe. The adrenalin crash after was not pleasant either and he could still feel the ache in his muscles and the buzz in his head. He'd gotten to the club early hoping Isaac might be early as well. The man from the last time, Jack couldn't remember his name, had blatantly looked him over before starting a proposition. Fortunately, Isaac had shown up only seconds later. He could still feel the man's eyes on his skin. Oily.
Isaac sat in the opposite chair looking far more relaxed than Jack felt.
"I'll let you start this time," Isaac said. "What do you want to know about me?"
Jack took another sip of tea and held the warm liquid in his mouth. He'd spent most of the previous week trying to think up answers for the questions Isaac had posed to him. "What do you want?" He finally asked. "What do you want to do to me, or what should I be doing for you, I mean—" Jack felt a babble coming on and Isaac raised his hand. He fell silent and quickly took another sip of tea.
"There are a good many things I'd like to do with you, and to you. You have lovely skin. I'd love to spend more time exploring it. I'm not looking for a whipping boy, I can get one of those anywhere, but I am curious to see how you react to my hand firmly on you, or a crop across your legs, a flogger on your backside."
Jack felt his face burn.
"I'd like to see you tied up. I'd like to fuck you at some point, and you have beautiful lips. I'd also like to see you kneel. Just kneel. I'd like to watch you drift in that in-between place. Like I said I don't need a whipping boy. Ideally, I'd like to find someone whom I can share that very particular sense of peace with. I can go into more detail if you wish?"
Jack shook his head. That was plenty of detail, enough to paint a whole gallery of pictures in his mind's eye.
"May I ask you a question?" Jack nodded. "I don't think you fully know what you like and I think I know why but I'm not going to go there, yet. Let's take this from a different angle. What don't you like? What scares you or grosses you out? What do you never want to do again?"
"Umm…" Jack wondered if Isaac had studied interrogation techniques somewhere. He'd spent a week trying to think up answers to one set of questions, and now he was faced with the complete opposite. "Ah… Burns, fire, cigarettes." Isaac nodded, his face serious. "Blood. Most bodily fluids."
"Semen?"
"I don't mind that." Isaac nodded again and Jack continued quickly. "Needles. That's really just in general, I don't like needles." He looked into his nearly empty tea cup and watched the few leaves swirl around the bottom. "Gags," he said softly. That seemed to be the one that bothered most Doms he'd been with. "I can keep quiet but I don't… I need to be able to—"
"No gags," Isaac repeated.
"And collars, I don't like things touching my neck." He'd had multiple Doms balk at that, ones that had been eager to put a collar and leash around his throat. He looked up at Isaac who nodded at him.
"No calisthenics," he added quickly. "After the Academy, I swore I'd never do another jumping jack again."
Isaac grinned. "I still have nightmares involving gym teachers. I would get no pleasure subjecting someone else to that. I mean, I'm sure there is someone out there who finds push-ups arousing but I can't say it's my kink. Anything else major?" Jack shook his head. "That all seems perfectly reasonable. And we'll discuss anything new that comes up as we go along. Assuming you want to continue?"
This was one of the many things he'd spent the week considering. It was one thing to agree to come back and talk, quite another to come back and submit. He'd never had so little time between submissions. It was usually months, or even years. He wasn't sure how he'd handle it. And he'd never submitted to the same person more than twice. But this was what he'd been quietly looking for all these years, when he let himself think about it, since that first time in a motel room at barely twenty. The guy told him to kneel more as a joke but he had, and at that moment some band that had been wrapped around his chest snapped and for the first time he felt like he could breathe. The guy laughed and Jack laughed it off as a joke as well. That motel room smelled of cigarettes and the bedspread felt like sandpaper. This room smelled like green tea and jasmine. Jack drained the last of his tea.
He stood, took the few steps across the room and stopped in front of Isaac, then with a deep breath he sunk to his knees, clasped his hands behind his back, and lowered his eyes. He was pretty sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Isaac stroked his cheek. "Beautiful."
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The beauty of Jack sinking to his knees was breathtaking. Isaac hoped he would get to see this, Jack back on his knees, presenting a gift he probably didn't realize he was giving. In truth, he'd been worried that Jack might not show up at all but he had been there waiting in the common room when Isaac arrived, shaking his head at Hugh Lancing and looking uncomfortable. Isaac approached and Jack had stood to follow, Hugh giving them a cold look as they left. And now here was Jack on his knees. He stroked his cheek.
"I want to take your pulse. May I touch your neck?"
"Yes." Jack's voice was soft.
He trailed his fingers down to the carotid artery. Jack's pulse was rapid but strong and even.
"Tell me your safe word before we go any further and I want to know if you'll use it."
"ROWPU."
"Rowpoo?"
"Reverse Osmosis Water Purification Unit."
Isaac nodded. He'd heard some interesting safe words in his day but that one was new. "I see. Are you able to use it? If I take you too far can I trust you to say it?" Jack nodded but there was a moment of hesitation. Isaac growled to himself. Too many people were being told that using a safe word was some sign of failure. It was like being told that wearing a seatbelt made you a coward. "Good. Any time you need to stop, say that and we will stop. Or even just say stop. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good." Isaac took one last sip of his own tea and stood, getting his game face on. He always tried to be at his best, but he wanted to impress Jack. Impress him and teach him. Show him what it's like to not be under amateurs and jerks. "I want you to stand now and get undressed. I didn't have a chance to properly look you over the other night. I want to see what I'm working with."
"Yes—" Jack stumbled.
"Sir will be fine."
"Yes, sir."
He stood and stripped. It wasn't a tease or meant to arouse. It was quick and efficient with his clothes neatly folded and tucked away. Then he stood in the middle of the room, feet spread, hands behind his back, dick hard, and eyes straight ahead.
Isaac licked his lips. "For me, the naked and the nude stand as wide apart as love from lies, or truth from art." Jack only blinked at the quote. He'd have to give him some Robert Graves to read at some point. He slowly walked around Jack. He kept his touch firm and clinical, something he was well versed at. Jack's muscles were defined if not sculpted and his skin was flawless and unadorned, except for a thin appendectomy scar that was faded to nearly nothing, and a dusting of pale freckles across his shoulders. He took Jack's balls in his hand, again keeping it clinical, and rolled them around checking for anything that shouldn't be there. Jack drew in a sharp breath but kept his body still.
"Very nice. Let's start with a few things you should know." They were things that Isaac would have gone over before they began but Jack jumped the gun again. "I never want to see you crawl. It does nothing for me and wastes time as far as I'm concerned. Direct disobedience, just to be contrary, will be punished promptly, failure however will not. If you fail at a task I set you, it will be because I have misjudged your abilities or skill level and most likely more practice will be required. I will not try to trick you or set you up to fail. I see no point in that. I will not mark you in any way that can't be easily covered and I will not do anything that will cause a distraction for you later. I know your job is dangerous and I respect that." Jack took another sharp breath and his cock twitched.
Wow. I wonder if I could get him off with just positive reinforcement.
"You will not cum without permission," Isaac continued. "You can call a halt to any activity any time you wish but I reserve the right to do the same. Do you understand all this?"
"Yes, sir." A bead of pre-cum worked its way to the tip of Jack's cock. Isaac took a swipe of it with his middle finger then pressed it to Jack's lips. He sucked at it, twirling his tongue around before Isaac slowly drew it out.
"We will certainly be making use of that." Isaac struggled to keep his voice steady, the urge to simply put Jack on his knees and shove his dick into his mouth was a strong one. Instead he drew his finger down Jack's body leaving a thin pink line starting between his nipples and stopping at the edge of his navel. "I have a feeling you have training and habits that need to be undone and you possibly need to work out where your limits actually are, so we're going to start with the absolute basics." Isaac slipped off his shoes and stripped off his pants, leaving his black boxer briefs in place. Then he sat on the bed leaning against the padded headboard. "Come here and lay yourself across my lap. I want to make sure I don't hurt you in the future by hurting you a little bit now."
Jack's face was unreadable as he walked across the room. Luckily, it was difficult to have a poker cock, and his was thick and twitching. He guided Jack until he was settled across his lap. Then Jack tensed up. Isaac ran his fingers through Jack's hair and took long slow strokes of his back. Jack tensed up harder. "I told you I'm not looking for a whipping boy, I want someone who can share the sense of peace with me and balance it. This doesn't however mean I don't fully appreciate a rosy red bottom from time to time, or a hard, dripping cock pressed against my thigh. So, take a deep breath. I'm not going to start until you relax. And I'm not going to start if I don't believe you want this."
Jack did as told, taking a deep breath and then a few more. Isaac scratched at his scalp and he finally melted across Isaac's lap. "That's better."
He kept the first spank light. It hardly made a sound and didn't so much as turn the skin pink. Jack still jumped. He matched the next few strokes in strength. Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, keeping a steady rhythm, he increased the force of his blows. He watched as Jack's skin shifted through gradients of pink. Between blows Jack ground his hips down into the sheets. As his skin shifted to properly red his body began to tremble and his shoulders tensed. His hips were jerking and his face was pressed hard into the bed. There was a rough cadence to his breath.
Isaac worked his left hand back into Jack's hair. He stopped the spanking, his own arm tired. "It's okay. Let go. There is no shame in your tears. You are taking this so well. I am very impressed. Such a good boy." Jack's whole body jerked. He reached between Jack's legs and wrapped his hand around his cock. "You've done very well, I’m very proud of you, now cum for me." Jack thrust into his hand only a few times, his body still shaking, before he came against Isaac's thigh.
Between the gasps of release, were choking sobs. Isaac rubbed his scalp and stroked his body. "Let it out," he whispered. "Let it all out."
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Jack had been quietly drifting in that calm space between pleasure, pain, and Isaac's words when the tears hit. Like an ambush, he had no idea where they came from. He tried to fight them back. He squeezed his eyes tight and clamped his jaw but Isaac had noticed, had told him it was okay, to let it out. He couldn't fight them after that. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. Years perhaps, slowly built up and set free by Isaac's kind words. Too kind. He had lain himself across Isaac's lap and he wasn't sure what was praise worthy in that, but it had felt good. Warm and peaceful until the tears came.
He wasn't sure how long he cried, he had only been half aware as he came. With Isaac's gentle hands and soft voice a constant.
When the tears began to subside, Jack ordered him to his knees. He kept his head bowed and his eyes down until Isaac grasped his chin and raised it. "I have seen men take a lash until they were raw without so much as a tear, but turn into messes at a simple spanking." He produced a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the tears from Jack's cheeks. "In truth, I'm surprised when it doesn't happen, especially the first time."
He nodded. "Yes, sir." His throat felt raw and his skin burned, not with lust but humiliation despite Isaac's words.
"Do you wish to continue?"
Jack nodded again. He wanted to show he could do this without turning into a blubbering mess. Something which had never happened before.
"Wait here." Jack stayed, his head d
ropping as soon as Isaac's hand left his chin. He returned with a large glass of water which he held to Jack's lips. Jack drank it down, the chill easing the raw burn of his throat and the tight knot in his chest. Isaac lifted his chin again and pressed the cold glass to his cheek.
"I think it's the intimacy of the action. Skin on skin, transfer of heat, even cells. No restraints, simply acceptance of what is happening in the moment."
He didn't reply, just closed his eyes and pushed himself against the glass. His head ached but he tried to focus on the cool slick of the water. Isaac ran it across his chest and pressed it to his cheek before holding it for him to drink the rest.
"Feel better?" Jack nodded despite a lingering burn of shame. Isaac leaned across the bed and ran his tongue along Jack's lips and up his cheek to the corner of his eyes.
A shiver ran through him, followed by a wave of renewed lust. He looked up at Isaac whose lips were turned in a smirk full of mischief.
"That's better. I think you look your best while wanton. Most people do. Now stand up at the end of the bed. Spread your legs as much as you can and try to touch the floor. I want an idea as to your level of flexibility."
Jack was sure his face was already pink but he felt the sensation of blushing across his entire torso. He stood at the end of the bed and tried to stretch. He always stretched before workouts but he wasn't into yoga or anything. He managed to get his feet past shoulder width and his fingers to the floor. He held that position while his calves and thighs began to burn. Isaac stepped behind him and ran a hand along his inner thigh. He began to lose balance and tip forward.
"Stand up." Jack jerked himself up before he landed on his face. "Flexibility is so often overlooked when people are trying to build muscle. Not much point in having all that muscle if you're too tight to move." He stood in front of Jack and teased his fingers over his cock without looking at it. "I want to tie you up now. Not much, nothing complicated. I just want to hold your arms in place. May I?"
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