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est_jleto[Backdated to February 2014]
It’s the smell of leather that makes Jared twitch. That rich, dark smell that offers so much promise. Testing the leather cuffs, Jared is satisfied he cannot move. He is naked and cuffed by ankle and wrist, to the cross. The platform the cross is attached to revolves and right now Jared cannot see Alex which makes him even more nervous. And excited.
The rotating platform is new to Alex, but when he’d called the club to set this up the person he’d spoken to had suggested it after he’d asked for ideas to create a good experience for someone with a lower pain tolerance. He isn’t entirely sure how this is going to be very different from him just walking around the cross, but it might be good for getting Jared out of his head a little more.
There is no doubt at all that Jared is inspiring, splayed out the way he is. Alex has picked out a suede flogger and a more stingy leather one, which honestly he doesn’t expect he’ll use today. He just wants to be ready in case Jared can take more than either of them realises.
Setting the floggers one on either side of the cross, he uses his foot to release the brake to spin the cross so that Jared is facing him. Stroking over Jared’s face he asks, “Ready, lovely?”
This is new to Jared and it’s distracted him from the sheer terror that being on the cross inspires. Alex’s hands on his skin reminds him why they’re here, yet strangely, he’s less uptight than he thought he’d be. This is Alex and this is going to be great.
He looks up and rubs his face against Alex’s hands.
“Yes sir. I’m ready.”
“Good boy,” Alex smiles, bending to kiss him. “I’m going to start slowly, and what I think is fairly lightly. I have three instructions for you and I need you to promise me that you’ll follow them.”
“Yes Sir.” Jared pays close attention. “I promise.” He hopes it isn’t something he’s going to fuck up.
“Good.” Alex kisses him again. “First, I need you to be honest with me about how much you can take. If where we start is too much, you tell me. If it’s where you want to stay, you tell me. The first time a strike is crossing the line, you tell me. Understood?”
Jared’s smile lights him up. “Thank you, Sir, I understand. Jared pauses. “Mr Alex? May I ask for something?”
“Of course, boy. What do you need?”
“Would you tie my hair back? Into a pony tail? Please?” Stupid not to have done it before they came out but he’d gotten himself into the sort of state he gets in before he goes on stage.
Alex nods, smiling. Thinking for a minute he goes over to the toy cupboard, finding a length of leather cord. Holding it between his teeth he moves behind the cross, smoothing Jared’s luxuriant hair back and then wrapping the cord around it. It’s a little tricky without help, but he doesn’t want to release Jared’s hands. Somehow, he gets it done. “There, better?” he asks.
“Thank you, Sir.” He murmurs. The short interlude has helped him calm himself and find a semblance of a headspace of sorts. He smiles and closes his eyes.
I’m ready. His body language is screaming the words even though he is silent.
“My pleasure.” Alex moves the cross around so that Jared is facing him again. “Open your eyes, please, boy. I want to make sure you’re listening to the other two instructions.”
“Yes Sir.” Jared opens his eyes, staring at Alex, a little taken aback. “I’m listening Sir.”
Alex cups Jared’s chin in his hand, thumb rubbing over the boy’s cheekbone. “Two more rules, then you can stop thinking. So, I don’t know how far this is going to drop you. It’s not going to be very intense as far as pain goes, but I really don’t know how much you can take and what effect it’s going to have on you. You might sink far enough that you can’t talk to tell me to stop.” He reaches to the table where he’s left a small squeezeball. “I want you to hang onto this. If you let it drop, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and check in with you.” He puts the ball in Jared’s hand. “I want you to be as safe as possible, lovely.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Jared whispers. He has no idea either, he never thought he’d find himself back on a cross and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying too. He wants this very badly, a return to who he used to be.
“You’re welcome. And the last rule, a very important one.” He tips Jared’s head up and kisses him gently then smiles. “Come whenever you want.”
Those words mean more to Jared than he can possibly say, he returns the kiss fervently, not sure whether he can still come from pain but glad that if he can, he is allowed to. Holding his orgasm is a great trial to Jared.
“Thank you, Sir.” He beams.
“I thought you’d like that,” Alex chuckles. Kissing Jared one more time he steps back, picking up the suede flogger. “I’m going to start with this,” he says, letting the ends trail over Jared’s skin. “And I’m going to start now. Ready?”
Shivering in anticipation, Jared nods. “Yes please, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Alex releases the brake, letting the platform slowly spin until he’s presented with Jared’s back. He runs one hand firmly down Jared’s skin from shoulderblades to the curve of his ass, smacking one rounded cheek lightly.
That felt good, it did, it felt good. Jared relaxes a little more and sighs. “Thank you, Sir.” He murmurs.
Alex leans in and presses a kiss to one bare shoulder, following it up with what he considers a very light swing of the flogger. He waits then to hear the reaction.
It’s light, the perfect way to start. Jared shivers. “More please, Sir?”
“More like this or harder?” Alex clarifies, not wanting anything to go wrong today. He takes Jared’s trust in him very seriously.
“Both please?” Jared isn’t sure how much he can take either but he is sure he can take more than that. “Sir.” And he knows Alex want this to be good for both of them which gives him the confidence to ask for more.
“Good boy,” Alex says, hand stroking over Jared’s back. He figures three more of the same and then he’ll ramp it up just a little. He wants to be sure not to push too far too fast while giving the boy what he’s asked for.
The next three feel good, really good, awaking memories and feelings in Jared that he’s all but forgotten. He breathes slow and deep, relaxing into it.
“That’s right, lovely, just relax,” Alex murmurs. “A little bit more now,” he warns in the same tone of voice, following it up with the corresponding notching up of strength.
Sighing softly, Jared can feel it but still, it isn’t hurting in a way that disturbs his thoughts. He shivers.
“Thank you, Sir…” He murmurs quietly.
Seeing the shiver Alex watches for signs of distress. Seeing none he delivers two more strikes at the same level. “Harder?” he asks again.
“Please Sir.” It’s a test, one Jared has set for himself. It’s different with Alex, good, he knows he’s safe, knows that Alex won’t judge him harshly whatever he can or can’t take. “Yes please.”
“Good boy,” Alex purrs, pleased with how well things are going. He’s still going to be careful, still doesn’t expect Jared will be able to take too much, but he’s feeling trust emanating from the boy and to him that’s the most important part of this.
The relaxed atmosphere in the room helps Jared slide slowly into headspace. The formality of the scene is something he is enjoying, it makes it feel different. Not better, just different.
Good boy The words warm him; he wants to get it right.
The body language is good, and Alex is pretty sure that if he looked into Jared’s eyes right now he’d see dilated pupils and the beginnings of subspace. He takes another handful of strikes, a level harder than before, loving the way the boy’s skin is moving from pink to red.
Jared is beginning to feel it but dropping into subspace means he isn’t pancking about it, he is opening himself up to the enjoyment of pain, something that has been sorely missed.
Encouraged, Alex keeps going at about the same level of strength. He doesn’t want to push beyond this - the boy is sliding under and that’s really what Alex is after, rather than leaving a lot of marks and bruising. Although there will be some of those too, he thinks, at least for a day or two.
Sliding deeper, Jared is floating on a hazy cloud of pleasure. He can feel the lashes against his skin but it’s muted and there’s very little pain involved. He whimpers quietly, lets the cuffs take his weight.
Once Jared sags into the cross Alex begins to slow down. He wants to bring Jared up slowly, let him ride the endorphin wave as long as possible.
Somewhere in the recesses of his conscious, Jared senses the change but he’s still there where it’s dark and velvety, where the starlight is pretty and where there is nothing but Alex and the flogger. He begins to whimper softly, almost keening, wanting to make the most of each kiss of the leather strands on his already heated skin.
Alex continues to ease up, taking his time, until the tails of the flogger are just a whisper against Jared’s skin. Then he drops it and replaces it with his hands, stroking, caressing, touching every bit of red, feeling the heat emanating from the boy.
The whimpers are quieter now, Jared is relaxed and still sagging into the cuffs, his body focused on what Alex’s hands are doing, his mind quiet, no buzz, no inner voice, just absolute quiet.
Alex moves up onto the platform, pressing his body against Jared’s. He’s hard, and he knows Jared will feel that, but he’ll wait to satisfy that particular urge. Right now is all about Jared. He wraps one arm around Jared’s mid-section, holding him. “I’m going to take you down from here now, lovely. Move you to the bed so I can take care of you. You just relax, let me look after you. Look after the good boy.”
“Good boy…” Jared slurs. He feels strange, good but strange, relaxes, knowing Alex can easily hold him, carry him, that he isn’t too heavy. He’s high on adrenalin, high on the endorphins, still not really feeling the effects.
“Good boy for Sir…”
“Very good boy for me, yes.” Alex undoes the ankle cuffs first, then reaches up and takes care of the wrist ones, He tightens the arm around Jared’s waist and pulls him just enough to get him to lean against Alex rather than the cross. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s just perfect.” He scoops Jared into his arms and carries the boy over to the bed.
“Perfect?” Jared is limp in Alex’s arms. “Was it really?” He had forgotten how much energy
being beaten takes, not that he’s complaining. Headspace like this is precious, more than he ever knew before.
“Absolutely,” Alex says, smiling down at him. He keeps Jared cradled in his arms while he sits on the bed, back against the headboard. “I need to look after your back, but we can sit like this for a few minutes if you’re not in too much pain.” He likes the way Jared feels, so wrung out, not quite clinging. It’s nice, makes him feel protective of the boy.
“Let’s just stay here for a while.” Jared is glad he doesn’t have to move yet. He values the quiet moments just being with Alex like this before they fuck.
“Happily,” Alex replies, tightening his hold. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. No, better than good.” Smiling, Jared leans closer so he can kiss Alex.
“Better than good sounds promising,” Alex smiles, kissing Jared in return. “You took more pain than I thought you would. I’m glad it worked for you.”
“I did? I took more than I thought I could. It was good.” He snuggles against Alex for a moment, thinking, his hand moving over Alex’s chest.
Alex kisses the top of Jared’s head. “You’re moving forward, moving on from what happened to you. It’s wonderful to see. Thank you for letting me be a part of that.”
That Alex can say that, after all that’s happened, for of course, Jared feels guilty about the collar, will probably feel a lot of guilt about a lot of stuff that happened during those dark months, well it makes Jared feel incredibly blessed. Blessed and very happy too. He looks up and there’s so much he could say but he knows Alex know already because they’re here together. Arent they.
It’s the smell of leather that makes Jared twitch. That rich, dark smell that offers so much promise. Testing the leather cuffs, Jared is satisfied he cannot move. He is naked and cuffed by ankle and wrist, to the cross. The platform the cross is attached to revolves and right now Jared cannot see Alex which makes him even more nervous. And excited.
The rotating platform is new to Alex, but when he’d called the club to set this up the person he’d spoken to had suggested it after he’d asked for ideas to create a good experience for someone with a lower pain tolerance. He isn’t entirely sure how this is going to be very different from him just walking around the cross, but it might be good for getting Jared out of his head a little more.
There is no doubt at all that Jared is inspiring, splayed out the way he is. Alex has picked out a suede flogger and a more stingy leather one, which honestly he doesn’t expect he’ll use today. He just wants to be ready in case Jared can take more than either of them realises.
Setting the floggers one on either side of the cross, he uses his foot to release the brake to spin the cross so that Jared is facing him. Stroking over Jared’s face he asks, “Ready, lovely?”
This is new to Jared and it’s distracted him from the sheer terror that being on the cross inspires. Alex’s hands on his skin reminds him why they’re here, yet strangely, he’s less uptight than he thought he’d be. This is Alex and this is going to be great.
He looks up and rubs his face against Alex’s hands.
“Yes sir. I’m ready.”
“Good boy,” Alex smiles, bending to kiss him. “I’m going to start slowly, and what I think is fairly lightly. I have three instructions for you and I need you to promise me that you’ll follow them.”
“Yes Sir.” Jared pays close attention. “I promise.” He hopes it isn’t something he’s going to fuck up.
“Good.” Alex kisses him again. “First, I need you to be honest with me about how much you can take. If where we start is too much, you tell me. If it’s where you want to stay, you tell me. The first time a strike is crossing the line, you tell me. Understood?”
Jared’s smile lights him up. “Thank you, Sir, I understand. Jared pauses. “Mr Alex? May I ask for something?”
“Of course, boy. What do you need?”
“Would you tie my hair back? Into a pony tail? Please?” Stupid not to have done it before they came out but he’d gotten himself into the sort of state he gets in before he goes on stage.
Alex nods, smiling. Thinking for a minute he goes over to the toy cupboard, finding a length of leather cord. Holding it between his teeth he moves behind the cross, smoothing Jared’s luxuriant hair back and then wrapping the cord around it. It’s a little tricky without help, but he doesn’t want to release Jared’s hands. Somehow, he gets it done. “There, better?” he asks.
“Thank you, Sir.” He murmurs. The short interlude has helped him calm himself and find a semblance of a headspace of sorts. He smiles and closes his eyes.
I’m ready. His body language is screaming the words even though he is silent.
“My pleasure.” Alex moves the cross around so that Jared is facing him again. “Open your eyes, please, boy. I want to make sure you’re listening to the other two instructions.”
“Yes Sir.” Jared opens his eyes, staring at Alex, a little taken aback. “I’m listening Sir.”
Alex cups Jared’s chin in his hand, thumb rubbing over the boy’s cheekbone. “Two more rules, then you can stop thinking. So, I don’t know how far this is going to drop you. It’s not going to be very intense as far as pain goes, but I really don’t know how much you can take and what effect it’s going to have on you. You might sink far enough that you can’t talk to tell me to stop.” He reaches to the table where he’s left a small squeezeball. “I want you to hang onto this. If you let it drop, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and check in with you.” He puts the ball in Jared’s hand. “I want you to be as safe as possible, lovely.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Jared whispers. He has no idea either, he never thought he’d find himself back on a cross and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying too. He wants this very badly, a return to who he used to be.
“You’re welcome. And the last rule, a very important one.” He tips Jared’s head up and kisses him gently then smiles. “Come whenever you want.”
Those words mean more to Jared than he can possibly say, he returns the kiss fervently, not sure whether he can still come from pain but glad that if he can, he is allowed to. Holding his orgasm is a great trial to Jared.
“Thank you, Sir.” He beams.
“I thought you’d like that,” Alex chuckles. Kissing Jared one more time he steps back, picking up the suede flogger. “I’m going to start with this,” he says, letting the ends trail over Jared’s skin. “And I’m going to start now. Ready?”
Shivering in anticipation, Jared nods. “Yes please, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Alex releases the brake, letting the platform slowly spin until he’s presented with Jared’s back. He runs one hand firmly down Jared’s skin from shoulderblades to the curve of his ass, smacking one rounded cheek lightly.
That felt good, it did, it felt good. Jared relaxes a little more and sighs. “Thank you, Sir.” He murmurs.
Alex leans in and presses a kiss to one bare shoulder, following it up with what he considers a very light swing of the flogger. He waits then to hear the reaction.
It’s light, the perfect way to start. Jared shivers. “More please, Sir?”
“More like this or harder?” Alex clarifies, not wanting anything to go wrong today. He takes Jared’s trust in him very seriously.
“Both please?” Jared isn’t sure how much he can take either but he is sure he can take more than that. “Sir.” And he knows Alex want this to be good for both of them which gives him the confidence to ask for more.
“Good boy,” Alex says, hand stroking over Jared’s back. He figures three more of the same and then he’ll ramp it up just a little. He wants to be sure not to push too far too fast while giving the boy what he’s asked for.
The next three feel good, really good, awaking memories and feelings in Jared that he’s all but forgotten. He breathes slow and deep, relaxing into it.
“That’s right, lovely, just relax,” Alex murmurs. “A little bit more now,” he warns in the same tone of voice, following it up with the corresponding notching up of strength.
Sighing softly, Jared can feel it but still, it isn’t hurting in a way that disturbs his thoughts. He shivers.
“Thank you, Sir…” He murmurs quietly.
Seeing the shiver Alex watches for signs of distress. Seeing none he delivers two more strikes at the same level. “Harder?” he asks again.
“Please Sir.” It’s a test, one Jared has set for himself. It’s different with Alex, good, he knows he’s safe, knows that Alex won’t judge him harshly whatever he can or can’t take. “Yes please.”
“Good boy,” Alex purrs, pleased with how well things are going. He’s still going to be careful, still doesn’t expect Jared will be able to take too much, but he’s feeling trust emanating from the boy and to him that’s the most important part of this.
The relaxed atmosphere in the room helps Jared slide slowly into headspace. The formality of the scene is something he is enjoying, it makes it feel different. Not better, just different.
Good boy The words warm him; he wants to get it right.
The body language is good, and Alex is pretty sure that if he looked into Jared’s eyes right now he’d see dilated pupils and the beginnings of subspace. He takes another handful of strikes, a level harder than before, loving the way the boy’s skin is moving from pink to red.
Jared is beginning to feel it but dropping into subspace means he isn’t pancking about it, he is opening himself up to the enjoyment of pain, something that has been sorely missed.
Encouraged, Alex keeps going at about the same level of strength. He doesn’t want to push beyond this - the boy is sliding under and that’s really what Alex is after, rather than leaving a lot of marks and bruising. Although there will be some of those too, he thinks, at least for a day or two.
Sliding deeper, Jared is floating on a hazy cloud of pleasure. He can feel the lashes against his skin but it’s muted and there’s very little pain involved. He whimpers quietly, lets the cuffs take his weight.
Once Jared sags into the cross Alex begins to slow down. He wants to bring Jared up slowly, let him ride the endorphin wave as long as possible.
Somewhere in the recesses of his conscious, Jared senses the change but he’s still there where it’s dark and velvety, where the starlight is pretty and where there is nothing but Alex and the flogger. He begins to whimper softly, almost keening, wanting to make the most of each kiss of the leather strands on his already heated skin.
Alex continues to ease up, taking his time, until the tails of the flogger are just a whisper against Jared’s skin. Then he drops it and replaces it with his hands, stroking, caressing, touching every bit of red, feeling the heat emanating from the boy.
The whimpers are quieter now, Jared is relaxed and still sagging into the cuffs, his body focused on what Alex’s hands are doing, his mind quiet, no buzz, no inner voice, just absolute quiet.
Alex moves up onto the platform, pressing his body against Jared’s. He’s hard, and he knows Jared will feel that, but he’ll wait to satisfy that particular urge. Right now is all about Jared. He wraps one arm around Jared’s mid-section, holding him. “I’m going to take you down from here now, lovely. Move you to the bed so I can take care of you. You just relax, let me look after you. Look after the good boy.”
“Good boy…” Jared slurs. He feels strange, good but strange, relaxes, knowing Alex can easily hold him, carry him, that he isn’t too heavy. He’s high on adrenalin, high on the endorphins, still not really feeling the effects.
“Good boy for Sir…”
“Very good boy for me, yes.” Alex undoes the ankle cuffs first, then reaches up and takes care of the wrist ones, He tightens the arm around Jared’s waist and pulls him just enough to get him to lean against Alex rather than the cross. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s just perfect.” He scoops Jared into his arms and carries the boy over to the bed.
“Perfect?” Jared is limp in Alex’s arms. “Was it really?” He had forgotten how much energy
being beaten takes, not that he’s complaining. Headspace like this is precious, more than he ever knew before.
“Absolutely,” Alex says, smiling down at him. He keeps Jared cradled in his arms while he sits on the bed, back against the headboard. “I need to look after your back, but we can sit like this for a few minutes if you’re not in too much pain.” He likes the way Jared feels, so wrung out, not quite clinging. It’s nice, makes him feel protective of the boy.
“Let’s just stay here for a while.” Jared is glad he doesn’t have to move yet. He values the quiet moments just being with Alex like this before they fuck.
“Happily,” Alex replies, tightening his hold. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. No, better than good.” Smiling, Jared leans closer so he can kiss Alex.
“Better than good sounds promising,” Alex smiles, kissing Jared in return. “You took more pain than I thought you would. I’m glad it worked for you.”
“I did? I took more than I thought I could. It was good.” He snuggles against Alex for a moment, thinking, his hand moving over Alex’s chest.
Alex kisses the top of Jared’s head. “You’re moving forward, moving on from what happened to you. It’s wonderful to see. Thank you for letting me be a part of that.”
That Alex can say that, after all that’s happened, for of course, Jared feels guilty about the collar, will probably feel a lot of guilt about a lot of stuff that happened during those dark months, well it makes Jared feel incredibly blessed. Blessed and very happy too. He looks up and there’s so much he could say but he knows Alex know already because they’re here together. Arent they.
