Mine 1

Black Knight Takes White Bishop... Checkmate

by Jase

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asj/jase/blackkni.php
Summary: Daniel visits an underground sex party and finds a bound Mitchell taking on the world
Info: A departure from my usual softer style.
The title has *nothing* to do with chess

"It's been busy tonight." Timothy murmured as he and Daniel turned sideways to let two young men,arms over each others necks and laughing wildly careen by. The one closest Daniel glanced at him...up, down and then met his eyes with an inviting smile. When no response was forthcoming, he gave a shrug, content with what he had.

It was the kind of place you found by being friends with someone, far beyond the modern definition of "don't ask- don't tell" the kind of place men and women have needed since society began to dictate exactly who should cum in whom, and why.

Timothy always ran a good party, clean and well behaved for the most part,with just enough kink on the side for those who needed it. Nothing too extreme, and no amateurs allowed. The result was always a satisfying night. This wasn't a whore house;oh no, just men, mostly, who had the same passions. And the same restrictions that kept them from indulging in them. Timothy was far enough away from the military at The Mountain and surrounding bases to make it an anonymous enough evening.

Daniel didn't stop by every party, but ever so often like any other man he'd need to burn off some of the high tension adrenaline he lived on, feel skin against his, kiss and suck and be touched like anyone else. But lately, there was this bitter edge, a jaded feeling that was more let down than release.

Timothy had stopped outside a bedroom door, and was eying it as though he expected something to come crashing through...he'd been speaking while Daniel was woolgathering.

"...is something special. Not quite your thing, but oh."stage shudder, "He's a beaut no denying it.I'd have a go only....." Daniel opened the door.."He scares the living shit out of me."

The room was dim lit with candles, and the scent of them seemed to enrich rather than mask the smell of sweat and cum in the room. An ambiguous form lay on the bed, positioned strangely til Daniel stepped closer squinting in the flickering light. Timothy kept up his narration sotto voce, in Daniel's ear.

"He's taken on 6 guys so far and tapped them out without calling a safe word...like I said...I'd give him a try but he's one fierce beast. Definitely a feral top, in need of some TLC.." the last said jokingly, speculatively. Daniel stepped closer, the gold light sliding across the man on the stripped bed and now the odd position became clear.

Someone with some skill at Japanese rope bondage had tied the muscular fellow most artistically. A thick leather collar belted around the neck, keeping the man from lifting his head and Daniel could see a blind fold, but no gag. The covers were all folded neatly in a corner and the red sheets under the man's naked body were dark with sweat. His legs were doubled- heels tied to his thighs and calves bound to mid thigh somehow. Daniel shifted to see better, ignoring Timothy's intent observation of his reaction. Muscles sliding, dark curly body hair matted and glittering, red weals from the constant straining of the torso bound before him. Daniel wet his lips. The wrists were bound together under the man...Daniel winced, and the ropes criss-crossed in front in a sort of harness leading down to the shadowed fork of the mans legs where, bobbing wetly, the strong curve of a well built cock could be seen. The rope artist had either wrapped rope around the biceps or bound the arms down...Daniel froze. A white weal, a puckered scar sliced across the man's pumped bicep.

Two swift strides, brought a gasp from Timothy and the man's head whipped around to face him, no doubt the leather collar pinched for his face winced, but no sound escaped his reddened lips.

Daniel could feel Timothy about to say his name, and raised his hand without even a glance in his hosts direction. With a flick Daniel dismissed him and Timothy... cowed..backed from the room, closing the door quietly. Daniel stared down into the blindfolded eyes, watching the minute head movements as Mitchell..oh yeah..it was Mitchell, tried to track what was happening.

Nostrils flared and the sweaty chest rose...this close Daniel could see rosy nipples painfully hard with abuse. The body shifted, coiled all the muscles pumped and twitching. Expressionless, Daniel studied him in silence, watching Mitchell fidget...he knew someone was there...expecting action..expecting force. The face under the blindfold was stone, giving nothing away that a stranger could use. But Daniel could read every shift of that body. Silently, he stepped back and away, plucking off his glasses and leaving them folded on the bathroom sink. Washcloth, glass of cold water. The blind face was turned toward him as he walked back. Mitchell had heard the water running. Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, seeing now the crusts of wax that had been dripped onto the freckled skin. Red slaps and scratches covered him,and around the base of the painfully rigid cock a quick release cock ring.

Daniel dipped the washcloth into the glass, he could see Mitchell's forehead wrinkling in concentration attempting to discern his opponents moves. Gently Daniel pressed it to Mitchell's lips. He pulled away, licked then turned back for more, and discovering fingers wrapped in the cloth, began to suck at them, smirking. Daniel's own cock, hardening slowly ever since he'd stepped inside the room, twitched and he breathed in deeply. Mitchell heard and the smirk grew wider. It vanished though, when Daniel began to gently wipe Mitchell's face with the cool cloth.

Daniel took a sip of the water, holding it in his mouth, then pressed his lips to Mitchell's. Eagerly, roughly Mitchell's mouth caught his tongue thrusting and questing, conquering..challenging. Daniel sucked at it caressing it with his own. He ran his hand down Mitchell's chest, over the ropes and slid it up the too hot, too tight cock. Cum leaked down his fingers, and Mitchell growled with his tongue in Daniel's mouth. Shifting slowly, leaned forward his face near Mitchell's and sucked the cum noisily off his own fingers. He could feel the laser blue intensity of narrowed eyes behind the black cloth, calculating what he was up to. What was the next move. 'Time to change the game' Daniel thought, and his mind filled in the blank where Mitchell's eyes would be, imagining the expression. Aloud Daniel murmured nearly in Mitchell's ear...

"You taste better than I ever dreamed..you bastard."

Mitchell froze..jaw dropped in blind shock, breathing hard. Daniel moved to the foot of the bed, where condoms and lube were conveniently placed and quickly he made use of them speaking quietly, emphatically to Mitchell.

"Bastard..yes you heard me." he knelt between the bound legs cock hard in hand, stroking it harder through the latex. He looked down, nudging his cock against he red ring of Mitchell's ass, ridden hard...

"All this time..." Daniel's voice broke as he shoved inside then pushed hard in. It probably hurt Mitchell, given all the fucking he'd gotten so far. But no safe word yet, despite the mute blind shock on his face as Daniel penetrated him. He was still playing his damned game...the fucker.

"I needed you and...oh..you bastard." Daniel dove into him, pounding hard grunting with the effort, head down, pile driving, aiming deep.
Mitchell gasped breath through clenched bared teeth impossibly white in the dim candlelight...not a word.

"Gods curse you...you bastard.." Daniel grunted out through his thrusts...voice breaking, "You called me your Wingman....I was willing to be..only your friend...and here you are...HERE...playing ...this...." Head lowered...Daniel plunged into the writhing body, groans now vibrating through Mitchell's chest. Daniel reached for the ropes across Mitchell's body, used them as leverage and pictured some forbidden impossible moment on mission where Mitchell had him from behind with his strong fists clenched in the webgear across his chest fucking Daniel's ass as raw as Mitchell's was now. He groaned with the want of it....

"I want you.. need you.. to be mine..do you hear ..me you...stupid..stupid ..." words failed and Daniel picked up his rhythm, the bed frame jogging and thumping. The low groan grinding from Mitchell became words...

"Loose...oh mercy's sake...turn me..." the growl became a bellow as Daniel pulled the quick release on the cock ring and Mitchell's body arced in it's bonds cum splattering hot across them both. Gasping Daniel bunny fucked him hard, and it seemed as though they were both going to explode,Daniel from holding back and Mitchell held tight in the ropes. Then Daniel came and all he could hear was his own voice chanting over and over.."mine...mine..mine" with every thrust til he knelt spent and softening between the bound legs. Trembling he slid himself out, hearing Mitchell hiss. Quick wipe with the washcloth, then tucked away.

He more or less folded onto the bed where he'd sat before, and reached up to slip off the blindfold. The laser blue eyes were already waiting for him...locked on target. but Daniel looked into them..impassive. Mitchell swallowed with an audible click. Licked his lips and spoke hoarsely.

"I'm not yours." The blood rushed from Daniel's face and he tried to nod...something. "You're mine....Wingman. Now...get this...crap..." a shrug against the ropes.."off me so we can go home...and I can prove it to you."

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