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When Jane came back Jack had to control the urge to jump him right there. Jeans, t-shirt, bare feet. And Jack just knew those two pieces of clothing were the only ones on Jane's body. Because he had told him that's all he could wear. Picked them for him. And then there was the plug of course. He took a breath. "Patrick, we have to talk about one thing before we really get into this."

"OK?"

"You wanna pick a safeword?"

Jane bit his lip and fixed Jack with his gaze. "Do you think we need one?"

"It's a lot of responsibility to go without."

"I know. If it makes your life easier give me one."

"But you'd rather go without?"

"Yes."

"You realize what that means."

Jane swallowed, arousal washing over him. "I'll be entirely at your mercy."

Jack moved closer, tracing Jane's jaw with his fingertips. "And I'm a dangerous man."

"Yes you are, but I trust you. I want you to decide how much I can take. Can you please do that for me?"

Jack briefly closed his eyes. Need. Trust. Submission. He pulled Jane into a hard kiss. "Yes. I can and I will."

He pulled away and moved behind Jane, trailing his hand over Jane's collar bone and down his back. Jane didn't move a muscle, his breathing shallow and his eyes wide. Jack smacked his ass. So much better in the jeans. He ran his hand along Jane's cheek, gripping him. "Spread", he demanded, and when Jane complied he pushed his hand between his cheeks. Jane moaned but didn't move.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson now. You ready to learn?"

"Yes, sir."

Jack let go and stepped back. "I will teach you to stand at attention. I expect I won't have to explain it more than once. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." All of a sudden Jane had an imagine in his head – of a very young Jack being taught exactly the same thing. Probably wearing a uniform though. Focus.

"Good. Chin up. Chest out. Shoulders back. Stomach in."

He circled him. "Hmmm. Beautiful. Now for the finer details. Arms fixed at your side. Eyes front, unmoving. Blank facial expression. Heels together, toes apart."

He moved behind him again. "I think I will take some liberties with that. I'd rather not have your heels closed...spread." His hand moved down to Jane's ass again, rubbing between his cheeks. "No speech, facial or bodily movements unless I tell you otherwise."

Jack circled him once, twice. Then he started touching him in earnest. He ran his hands down Jane's chest, up again over his shoulders. Standing very close behind him he licked at the soft skin of his neck, his hands resting on Jane's hips. Too much. Jane let out a strangled moan. Jack slapped his ass. "I said, no speech. That goes for moans, sighs, sobs or any other sounds as well. You will take whatever I do to you without a sound. Do you get that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Lose the shirt and take position again."

Of course Jack wasn't satisfied with the way Jane stood, so he corrected him with sharp slaps to the body parts that were wrong. For a while he just drank him in. "I think I'll get a drink. You stay put. From now on whenever I leave the room you keep the position I put you in until I tell you otherwise."

Jack went to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water, taking his time. When he entered the living room again he was pleased to see an almost perfect stance. "Not bad for a civilian. New position: kneel. Get on your knees, legs spread. Back straight, hands behind your back, crossed at the wrists. Bow your head."

The picture on Jack's birthday card popped into Jane's head. He desperately wished for cuffs to hold his wrists in position. "Something you want to tell me?"

How did he do that? Jane swallowed and licked his lips. "Yes, sir. I'd like to ask for something, sir."

"Go ahead."

"I'd love to be cuffed, sir."

Jack chuckled. "You're so easy to anticipate. Give me your hands." Jane held out his hands, palms up, keeping his head down. When he felt cool leather close around his right wrist he moaned again. It got him a light slap to the side of his face. Left wrist. "Put them into position."

Obediently he put his hands behind his back. Metal clicked. There was a stretch in his shoulders.

"You want more of this?"

"Yes, please, sir."

A broader leather cuff went around his biceps. Both arms.

"Bring your elbows together."

The stretch intensified. The cuffs were linked.

"Get up."

It turned out to be difficult with his arms completely immobilized, so Jack steadied him. The moment he stood Jack's hand was back between his thighs. Jane clenched his teeth, fighting a moan. Jack smiled behind his back. "Such a good boy. Quick study. I'm pleased."

He reached around Jane's waist and opened the top button of his jeans. He thought he could hear Jane's teeth grind together. Another button.

"Change of order. Let me hear what I'm doing to you."

"Oh God, Jack", Jane burst out. Another button, deliberately brushing his thumb over Jane's cock.

"Please get me out of the pants!"

Jack grinned. "I didn't say you could make requests."

Jane's eyes closed in frustration. Jack moved in front of him, slipping his hands into his jeans to grip Jane's ass. He kneaded his cheeks, reveling in the naked skin beneath the rough fabric. His fingertips found the base of the plug. He moved it a little, and Jane sacked against his chest. Jack held him upright and increased the pressure on the plug.

"God, please Jack!"

Jack didn't ask what he was begging for – Jane wouldn't have been able to tell him anyway. He was beyond conscious thought. Jack took mercy on him and stripped him of his jeans, steadying him with one hand while he helped him to step out of them. "Close your eyes."

What a sight. Naked and fully erect Jane standing to a modified attention in his living room, tied up and blind. JAck's own pants were getting really uncomfortable...he ordered Jane back to the kneeling position and opened his jeans. Still fully dressed, just his pants open and his briefs pushed out of the way he moved in, standing right in front of Jane. He reached out his hand to caress his face and neck. Jane was hardly breathing, his eyes still closed like he had been told. "You like this?"

"Yes, sir."

"What does it feel like?"

"Vulnerable, sir. Needy. Safe."

"Safe?"

"Can I please look at you, sir?"

Jack smiled and tilted Jane's head up. There was lust in Jane's eyes, desire, but more than anything else there was trust. Jack struggled to stay in control. Right now he wanted nothing more than to take Jane in his arms and make love to him, but the game Jane wanted, needed to play required Jack's superiority, his dominance – his self control. The struggle was evident in the hoarseness of his voice as he said: "Close your eyes again. Do I need to blindfold you?"

"No, sir."

"Good."

Jack closed his hand around his cock and touched the tip to Jane's lips. He instantly opened, waiting, eyes still closed. "Lick me."

The tip of Jane's tongue trailed along Jack's slit, humming his pleasure at the taste he found there. "Swallow."

Jack's hands went to Jane's head, holding him firmly in place. "Don't move. Just take what I give you."

He started moving his hips, slow, shallow. Jane accepted every thrust, his tongue swirling around Jack's tip whenever he had enough room for it. He moaned around Jack's cock, again and again, his whole body tensing up. "Don't you dare come before me", Jack hissed between clenched teeth, intensifying his thrusts until he felt himself get close. Usually he would have said something, given Jane a warning, but he decided this time he wouldn't. So when he finally shot his load down Jane's throat it came without warning, and it made Jane gag. Jack pulled out to let him breathe, leaving a trail of his cum on Jane's chin. Jane swallowed, licking his lips, trying to get his breathing under control. A tear ran down his cheek. Jack was about to ask if he was OK when he heard a low sound, almost a sob. "I'm sorry, Jack."

Jack wiped the tear away with his thumb, then he reached for the Kleenex box on his coffee table and wiped Jane's chin clean. His voice was gentle. "What are you sorry for, Jane?"

"For not swallowing properly. Spilling your cum."

Jack smiled and squatted down. "There's plenty more where that came from for you to be able to practice proper swallowing." He framed Jane's face and kissed him, a sweet, tender kiss without any dominance. "And maybe I'll give you a little warning next time."

Jane smiled against Jack's mouth. "OK."

Jack straightened. "So, since you were just fed, I figure I'd like some dinner."

He turned on his heels and left the room, not even checking if Jane kept his position. He opened the fridge and the cupboards, getting bread, butter, cheese, ham and a beer and sat down. He started eating, took a few swigs of his beer and listened closely. There was no sound from the living room. "Jane, get in here."

A moment later he noticed movement from the corner of his eyes but didn't look up. "Come here. Find an appropriate position."
Jane moved closer and knelt next to Jack. He hesitated for a moment and then he rested his head on Jack's thigh. Jack smiled and softly said: "Just where I wanted you."

"Just where I wanted to be."

Jack kept eating, one hand idly stroking Jane's head and shoulders. "You hungry?"

"A little."

"When did you last eat?"

"Uh, I guess yesterday's dinner."

Jack's hand froze halfway to his mouth. "What? Why on earth didn't you eat?"

"I couldn't. I guess I was too nervous. Sir."

"God, Jane."

Jack tore a small piece from the bread and put a little ham on it. Touching it to Jane's lips he gently told him to open. He kept feeding him until there was very little left.

"What about you?", Jane asked.

"You sated?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Jack finished the rest, then he got up and took a glass from the cupboard. Filling it with water he returned to Jane and let him drink. They spilled a drop, and Jack watched as it made its way down Jane's throat and chest, running down his stomach and disappearing between his thighs. Jane kept his eyes on Jack's, and his cock twitched the moment Jack laid eyes on his groin. Jack smiled at the reaction. He got up and removed the carbines from Jane's cuffs. "Clean up here. Then lose the plug and join me in the living room."

Jane's arousal spiked at the thought of what that might mean. When he made it back Jack was sitting on the couch finishing his beer. There was a wrapped package on the floor by his feet, black and red like the one Jane had gotten at the sex shop.

"More presents?"

"Yeah, I got carried away a little. So much stuff I though would look amazing on you."

Jane knelt and looked up at Jack.

"Go ahead. Open it." He leaned in for a kiss. "It's still your birthday."

Jane unwrapped the gift, his hands shaking a little. He really didn't know what to expect, but he knew for sure that whatever it was – if Jack wanted him to wear it, he would. He couldn't believe how strongly he felt about pleasing Jack - it simply felt right. When he realized what was in the box he briefly closed his eyes. How could Jack have known he desperately wanted to wear a collar?

"Hand it to me."

Jane held out both hands, presenting the collar like an offering. Jack smiled. Such a natural...he took it from him and moved closer. Jane instinctively bowed his head. Jack closed the black leather around Jane's neck and stood, giving it a slight pull. Jane rose from his kneeling position.

"Stand at attention. Let me look at you."

Jack circled him once, twice, making corrections and touching him, his hands roaming all of Jane's naked body. Massive turn on - for both of them.

"Hands." The wrist cuffs were linked again, this time in front of his body, the ones at Jane's arms came off. "Collar and cuffs, that's all you're gonna wear for the rest of your 24 hours. You're gonna wear them while you get me hard enough to take you. And after I've had you, you will be allowed an orgasm. Maybe, just maybe, I might give you a hand. If I'm satisfied with you."

Jane's knees gave way. Jack steadied him and then smacked his ass a few times. Jane took up position again as best he could with his hands cuffed. Jack sat down and let his eyes wander over Jane's body. "Come here and kneel. Open my belt. Stroke me."

The sight of Jane's cuffed hands firmly stroking his cock and balls through his jeans was incredible. When the pressure got to much he ordered: "Stop."

Jane looked up, worried something might be wrong. Jack couldn't resist. He captured Jane's hands, palms pressed against his groin, and kissed him. A long, sensual kiss, tease, temptation. Jane groaned into his mouth and gave his balls a squeeze that made Jack gasp. He sucked Jane's lower lip between his teeth, and Jane's groan turned from pleasure to pain. He moved into the kiss anyway. Jack let go and stood, took off his jeans and briefs and sat down again. "Go on. Get me hard. As hard as you need my cock. As hard as you think you can handle."

Jane moaned, his mouth watering with the need to blow Jack. But when he bowed down Jack shook his head. "Hands. I want your cuffed hands on my cock, not your mouth."

Jack rested his head back against the couch and accepted Jane's ministrations. His touch was worship and tease, and it didn't take long until Jack told him to stop again. "Get on the couch. On your knees. Put your arms on the backrest."

When Jane complied Jack got up. It took Jane all he had not to turn, but he obediently kept the position Jack had put him in. He didn't hear him return although he had held his breath listening for his footsteps, so the sharp pain burning on his right cheek took him completely by surprise and made him gasp.

"I'm gonna mark you" - blow - "before I take you" - blow - "so I have something nice to look at."

Jane let out a whimper. This was a lot worse than the slaps he had received from Jack's hand before. When he felt Jack's hand, softly stroking the flesh he had just hit, he flinched. Expecting more pain. Instead there was a soothing, tender touch, a kiss even. Jack's tongue licking along the welts that were already showing. He trailed his fingertip along it, and just as Jane relaxed into his touch he hit him again. Just his hand this time, but it felt massive on the abused skin. For a moment there was no touch at all, and then Jane heard the sound of lube being applied. Jack's hand went around Jane's hip, and his other hand rubbed between his cheeks. Jane spread wider, needing to feel Jack's touch. He took him, hard, quick, the impact of Jack's body against the flaming skin increasing the dull pain, reminding Jane of the hits he had taken.

"Jack?"

"Mh?"

"What did you hit me with?"

Jack stilled, reaching for something. He gently stroked Jane's back with it, and then it came down on the back of his thighs. Jane pulled away from it. "Shh. You take what I give. Keep still." Another blow. Jane sobbed. "What is that?"

"It's my belt, Jane. Wanna feel it again?"

"No, please!"

"What happened to 'I decide how much you can take'?"

Jane struggled, taking a deep breath. "Yes, sir. It's for you to decide."

"So you want it again?"

"No. I don't want it. But I won't resist if you decide to hit me again, sir."

Jack bucked into him, more turned on by Jane's attitude than he would ever have expected.

"Maybe you can do something to prevent it."

"Yes! Whatever you want, sir!"

"OK, here's the deal. I'm gonna keep fucking your ass until I'm satisfied, and you don't even breath loud enough for me to hear it. Every time I hear you make a sound you'll feel the belt again."

Jane swallowed. "Yes, sir."

He braced his arms as best he could and concentrated on his breathing. He almost made it to Jack's climax without a sound, but then he just couldn't take it anymore. He growled between clenched teeth, and it sounded as if he'd choke on it. It was enough to send Jack over the edge. Riding out his orgasm he lightly slapped Jane's ass with his hand. "Such a good boy...you almost made it!"

He pulled out. "Where do you want it?"

Jane looked at him wide eyed.

"I said you almost made it. So, where do you want me to hit you?"

Jane deflated. His gaze dropped and his voice was merely a whisper. "Please pick a spot, sir."

That did it. All of a sudden Jack couldn't imagine causing him any more pain, so he dropped to his knees. "Stand at attention", he breathed and closed his mouth around Jane's cock.

"No, sir, please!"

Jack let go and looked up at him. "No?"

"That's not right. You shouldn't -"

"You're mine, Jane. You take what I give. You have no say in what happens to your body. I feel like sucking you off – I suck you off. Understood?"

"Oh God, yes, sir! Can I – ask a question, please?"

"Yes."

"Am I still not allowed to make a sound, sir? Because I swear that's gonna kill me. Sir."

Jack grinned against Jane's groin. "Let it out. Scream my name. Whatever you feel like."

After everything that had already happened between them it didn't take long until Jane did exactly that, and Jack swallowed his cum to the last drop. A moment later he removed the cuffs and started rubbing Jane's wrists. He got up and wrapped his arms around him, pleased to feel Jane relax into his embrace. He whispered right into his ear: " You're exhausted. We'll go to bed. Well I'll go to bed. Your place is on the floor by my feet."

He couldn't believe it when that already caused a reaction again. They went to the bathroom, each taking a shower and brushing their teeth in a comfortable silence, and then Jack led Jane to his bedroom and showed him his place. He hadn't been kidding – there was a mattress on the floor at the foot of his bed, and a blanket. No pillow. "Get in there."

Jack slipped into bed and made himself comfortable, when suddenly he realized Jane was kneeling next to the bed.

The longing to get in there and snuggle up to Jack was like a physical pull, but he focused on his breathing and kept his eyes down.

Jack propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at Jane. "What?"

"I'd like to do something to relax you before you go to sleep."

His eyes were still on the floor.

"Like what?"

"Like rub your feet. Or blow you. Whatever you need."

Jack lay back with a sigh, turning onto his stomach. "A massage would be nice."

Jane broke into a wide smile. He'd get to touch Jack once more. Do him good. He sat on the edge of the bed and started kneading and stroking, pure joy washing over him as he felt Jack relax. When he even let out a low moan Jane couldn't help but lean in and place a kiss against the back of his neck. Jack drew in a breath. "Stop it. I told you to give me a massage. Nothing else."

Jane flinched. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist."

Jack turned onto his back. His voice was completely level. "You are in no position to tell me what you can or can't do. Get off the bed. You'll have to earn the right to touch me again. Think of something. And you better come up with something before I fall asleep."

Jane withdrew, his mind racing. How was he supposed to do something that would please Jack if he wasn't allowed to touch him? He cleared his throat. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Can I be excused for a moment, please?"

"To do what?"

"To get the plugs, sir."

~o0o~

Jack lay on his back, his right hand idly stroking himself, and enjoyed the view. What a sight. Jane bent over the chair in the corner of his bedroom, his ass on display, struggling to relax enough for the biggest plug. He watched with growing lust until he couldn't take it any longer. Getting up from his bed he moved behind him, firmly gripping his cheeks. "Let me help you."

"No, please! I want to do it myself. Open myself for you to look at."

That did it. Jack grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled it away, his other hand removing the plug that had already been halfway in. Jane let out a whimper when all of a sudden the sensation was gone.

"Don't worry. That hole will be filled. Such a hungry little slut..."

He wrapped his hand around himself. "You're gonna get the real thing again, and you're gonna love every minute of it." He entered him in one long, slow motion, and Jane cried out, the sound turning into a sob as the head of Jack's cock hit his prostate. "Forget about the massage. I'll take this instead. I figure I'll be very relaxed by the time I'm done with you."

~o0o~

A heartbeat after coming Jack pulled out. "Clench that hole."

His hands on Jane's shoulders he directed him towards the bathroom and told him to kneel while he took a shower. By the time he was done Jane had obviously relaxed his muscles, because Jack's cum was running down his thighs, dripping to the floor.

"Ah, look at you. What a sight...with my stuff all over you. Now does that make you feel like you belong to me?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're gonna take care of the floor later."

He told him to bend over the rim of the bath tub. Grabbing his cheeks he looked at the welts for a moment, and then he slapped him. Cheeks. Thighs. "Spread." The insides of his thighs. Jane moved under his hands, trying to get them where he wanted them. Jack stopped.

"I know what you're doing. It's called 'to top from the bottom', and I don't approve of it. Keep still. You'll get what you need."

"Yes, sir."

For a while there was nothing but the sound of Jack's hands on Jane's flesh and the moans and sobs he drew from him. Jack could tell Jane was close. He gently stroked his flaming skin, pressing open mouthed kisses to the most abused spots. "Give in and come for me. I know you can come on the spanking alone."

"Yes, sir, I can. Please give me just a little more!"

It took three more slaps against the already hypersensitive skin of his thighs, and he came against the side of the tub with a sound of pure relief. Jack straightened, indicating the proof of said relief. "You will take care of that, too. I'll go to bed."

Jane came to the bedroom door, not entering the room. "Jack?"

"What?"

"Do you want me to shower?"

"Did you clean up the mess you made in the bathroom?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then go shower."

Jane hesitated.

"I recall ordering you to take a shower."

"Yes, sir." He obediently started to retreat, but he looked heartbroken.

Jack smiled. "Come here and kneel." He caressed Jane's face. "You don't wanna lose my cum, right?"

Jane swallowed and shook his head.

"You wanna sleep like this, with my cum drying on your skin?"

"Yes." His voice was low, like he was ashamed to admit it.

"Jane, I get the point and I admit it's hot, but it's gonna get itchy. Wash it off. I'll put something else on you for the night."

TBC