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September 2nd, 2011
![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) est_ramamurthy | 01:37 pm - Daniel and Sendhil Have a Scene at the Toronto Establishment
[players not pups, backdated to July 22]
Sendhil's on his knees, by his own request, naked, forehead resting against Daniel's knees. He's found himself in this position a lot lately, and it settles him tremendously, as does Daniel's inevitable gentle hand raking through his curls, massaging his scalp. He drifts easily into subspace as he breathes, their surroundings a tangible reminder of what's on the menu. They've played in their apartments, but it's a Friday night at the Establishment and that means a slightly expanded set of possibilities, enough of a range that Sendhil doesn't even bother to think about it, just giving himself over to whatever Daniel chooses to do with him tonight.
"You have one choice you must make tonight," Daniel tells his boy, so perfect and perfectly enticing as he obviously makes his way down into the beautiful quiet of his headspace. He doesn't like making choices when he's down, but this one decides the course of the whole evening. "Do you want pain?" Pain is a different thing to just hurting, pain is serious. And rare.
Daniel's voice is smooth and serious in Sendhil's ears, and he responds instinctively to that in his subspace, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to pause to ask himself the question, though--pain? Does he want that tonight? He thinks, just for a moment, and though he's been subbing to Daniel in Toronto, though that's familiar, there's something appealing about going deeper, to a place he's only trusted two people with in his life. They have the whole weekend, it doesn't matter how long Sendhil has to stay down. Daniel will take care of him. "Yes, please, Sir," he murmurs. "I do want it."
"I'm going to tie you over the bench in rope," Daniel describes his plan sotto voce, bent forward near Sendhil's ear, close enough that his breath must be tickling against skin. "I'm going to take my time and make sure you're held nice and tight. Red silk ropes around your arms and torso, criss-crossing over your back," Daniel trails fingertips over Sendhil's shoulders, outlining the path his bonds will take. "Then my hand, and..." He takes a deep breath. "I think a crop and a cane, tonight." A finger slides along Sendhil's spine. "How does that sound?"
The murmurs in his ear, plans, spun in that delicious voice, can't help but make him half-hard, and Sendhil nods, swallowing. "Yes, please, Sir."
"Remind me of your safeword, then, my boy."
"Brussels sprouts, Sir," Sendhil replies with a tiny little smile reserved for their shared green vegetable distaste.
"Good boy. Go to the bench, while I get what I need. I'll be there in a few minutes." Daniel sits back, scruffing a gentle hand through Sendhil's hair, the familiar grounding touch a reminder of their connection.
"Okay, Sir," Sendhil smiles, glancing up before he stands and goes over to the bench. He arranges himself bent over it, knees on the padded rests, and gets comfortable in anticipation of the bondage that's coming next.
It doesn't take Daniel long to find what he needs, the rope not bright red as he'd envisioned, but a deeper burgundy which, he realizes, is even better. A crop and a good bamboo cane are easy to bring to hand and then he's striding across the room toward Sendhil, already artfully draped over the bench, a picture of submission and desire. But he stops short, just long enough to lay his tools on the bed, strip, and then set back to his task. He wants no delay later; when the pain is done, the segue to pleasure will be as seamless as possible.
Sendhil can't see Daniel undressing, but he does hear the rustle of clothing, the telltale sound of a fly unzipping. He licks his lips in anticipation, his own stillness as his partner prepares the scene serving to further remind him of his submissive role tonight.
"You look perfect," Daniel praises, running both hands over Sendhil's back. "Comfortable?"
"Yes, Sir," Sendhil agrees, shivering when Daniel's hands touch his skin, pressing him to the bench, grounding him. "I want you to bind me. Please."
Chuckling, Daniel picks up the rope, pausing only to kiss Sendhil's shoulder. "I like it when you ask for what you need," he reminds, making a tight loop around Sendhil's wrist and the bench, instantly immobilizing that arm with just one simple turn of the rope. "Oh, this will be fun."
"I think so too, Sir," Sendhil replies with a smile, and then he falls silent, giving way to the methodical winding of the rope around his body. It's slow, with pauses for Daniel to strategize, and that's one of the reasons Sendhil's always liked rope. The act of binding itself becomes a process, a ritual, something drawn out that he can use to get deeper into his head.
There is a special skill to rope, especially when you want it to be secure as possible and yet easy to undo at the end. Daniel loses track of the time, it's not at all important in the face of doing it right. When he stands up, confident that he's got it complete, there's only one sure test. "How does it feel?"
"Mmmm," Sendhil smiles, pressing a little with his limbs, feeling the firmness of it all holding him down, multiple lines across his body in different places with his ass still exposed, available. "Wonderful, Sir."
"And this?" Daniel brings his hand down, swift and flat, across Sendhil's arse, the sound echoing in the room. Sendhil's reply is a little whimper, a slight shift in his hips restrained by the rope.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, but I've had another idea," Daniel smirks and bends to kiss Sendhil's neck, below his ear. "Stay here," he jokes. He's gone but a a brief moment, though, and when he returns it's with lube-slicked fingers, two slowly twisted into Sendhil's arse. "And this? Like this?"
That gets a low, needy moan, Sendhil's cheek rubbing against the bench. "Yes," he hisses. Maybe his commentary would be cheeky if he weren't in headspace, but right now all he can process is more.
That's all the response Daniel needs, and he takes his time with this, just as with the rope, enjoying Sendhil as much as preparing him. He watches, struck by how much he can see, what can be told just from his vantage point: how Sendhil breathes, the little shifts of his bound body. "Doing so well," he whispers, quiet praise, not wanting to shake Sendhil out of the peace of nothing being asked of him but to release himself into pleasure.
"Mmmm," Sendhil replies, knowing that if Daniel needs words, he'll ask for them. That gentle, encouraging voice gets him right in his core, where it means something, and he doesn't have to prove anything.
"Just tell me," Daniel orders quietly, "if it's becoming too much."
Sendhil nods a little, breathing deeply and anticipating what's next, the promise of pain, though he doesn't know if that's coming right away or if Daniel's planning to wait. The uncertainty is good; he never asked to be in charge.
Daniel puts a firm hand on the small of Sendhil's back, a third finger slid into his body. "Sometimes I just can't resist you."
Sendhil just sighs encouragement, feeling his muscles gradually relax around Daniel's fingers. As they move, he adds a little moan.
"I love your sounds," Daniel reminds him. "You don't have to be quiet," though Sendhil usually is, and that's okay. Of course, that will likely change once the cane is in play. But they have to get there, and Daniel's just not ready to stop what he's doing. Not yet, anyway. He presses deeper, stroking just the right spot, slowly. Mixing pleasure play and pain play makes Daniel feel ridiculously normal. He sighs in his own satisfaction.
Sendhil nods again, and he does let out a louder moan as Daniel's fingers become more insistent, directly rubbing against the area that feels the best. It goes right to his dick, trapped between him and the bench, and again it's that feeling of nowhere to go that turns Sendhil on the most.
"You like that, don't you?" It's a ridiculous rhetorical question, but Daniel wants Sendhil listening, focused on his words. "I could keep doing this all night. Or you could tell me when it's pushing you too close to the edge, and that's when I'll start to hurt you. Understand?"
Sendhil makes another little keening sound and nods quickly. He's not quite to that point, but it might not take long, not with the bondage and the fog of headspace and Daniel's fingers working him like this.
"Very good," Daniel kisses Sendhil's back, right below where the ropes end, and down his spine, and across to his hip, fingers never still. Crouching, he kisses Sendhil's thigh and nuzzles his arse, watching the penetration from the macro view.
"Oh God," Sendhil mumbles after a moment. Daniel's down there, watching him. He knows it and it's a little embarrassing but more arousing, knowing that he's pleasing his Sir. "I think... oh God, I think that's enough."
Daniel doesn't tease, he stands and eases his fingers from Sendhil's body with care. "Good boy," Daniel brings his hand down again, another resounding smack, then another, and a third. "Very good." A fourth, then a fifth. The heat is beginning to spread across Sendhil's skin and Daniel rubs along the path of the strikes, then smacks once more, harder still.
The praise makes Sendhil groan even before Daniel starts hitting him, but then the sounds start in earnest, soft but genuine. He relaxes further against the bench as he starts to feel his ass getting warmer, the sting of each smack building up.
"That's good," Daniel nods, though Sendhil can't see. "Very good." He keeps at it, until the heat under his palm makes him stop and touch again, grasping and kneading to savor it. "I like this."
"Me too," Sendhil mumbles, knowing that the endorphins are starting to kick in and moaning softly as Daniel's fingers dig into muscle.
Chuckling, Daniel steps around, kissing Sendhil's cheek. "Are you ready for the crop?" They've never gone quite this far before, this kind of hurt.
"Ready, Sir," Sendhil agrees, turning his face and offering a smile. He's taken far heavier pain, so it's not a concern, but it is something different for them, and he's looking forward to trying it with Daniel. There's an entirely different feel to the scene than the last time he was offered pain like this.
"Look at you smile." It shakes Daniel, in a good way, to see that, to see joy in Sendhil's response. And it's there for him too, he wouldn't have put that name to the feeling, not until he saw it reflected in Sendhil. But it's there, lightness in his chest, making him smile too as he takes a couple of test swings of the crop. The sound of it cutting through the air brings him a razor sharp focus on the task at hand.
The comment and Daniel's answering expression only break Sendhil's smile open wider, before he puts his head down again and prepares himself, muscles tensing in anticipation at the sound the crop makes. He feels ready, even invincible.
"Relax," Daniel reminds him, an easy hand down his spine. The first few hits of the crop are light, until he's sure of how this is going to go for Sendhil. He watches carefully.
Those first few do relax him, remind him not to flinch into it. Once he gets over the natural reaction, starts to link pain to his arousal and to his subspace, Sendhil's ass and thighs lose their tension, tightening only in the moments the crop strikes his skin.
"That's it, that's the way," Daniel offers praise he works, more strikes coming with no particular pattern or rhythm, just livid marks where Sendhil's skin blanches with the blows, all almost perfectly perpendicular across his delicious ass and thighs. "Just right."
Sendhil sinks into the praise, feeling the buzz of pain but focusing more on the encouragement Daniel's giving him. He focuses on relaxing even more, giving himself up to it.
Watching could be Daniel's undoing. It's easy to just get caught up in how Sendhil lets go, how he tries to push toward the pain, how he absorbs it. He turns the crop, using the full shaft and handle as a pseudo-cane. It's not as heavy and much more flexible, but it's a suitable run-up, and he's excited to see how Sendhil takes it.
Sendhil gasps in surprise when the sensation changes, and it takes a second for it to register. The difference shakes some sounds loose, soft exclamations as he pushes against the ropes just to feel them.
"Do you like that?" Daniel already knows the answer, but he wants to hear the affirmation that's already been spoken in Sendhil's movements, his sounds, the wordless response.
"Yes, Sir. Tight," Sendhil mumbles, his thought process too slow to realize that Daniel probably meant the new pain, not the bondage.
"Tight ropes? And good pain?" Daniel doesn't wait for the answer, stepping back to bring the shaft of the crop down across Sendhil's thighs again and again. "Yes, I can see it's good pain, you're doing just right," he praises.
"Nghhh," Sendhil moans, takes a few more strikes to get out a gasped "thank you." His thighs are starting to burn, and he's starting to really buzz on that. It's been so long that he forgot exactly what this feels like.
A few more strikes then Daniel sets the crop aside with a hum of satisfaction. "You're welcome," he assures as he pauses, bending over Sendhil's prone form to kiss his skin between the weave of the ropes. "You are so welcome. And you'll have more," he promises. "In just a moment." He wants just a few minutes to enjoy skin against heated skin, the thrill of silk rope.
"Mmm. Good, though," Sendhil murmurs. "Touching." He feels hypersensitive now, and the closer Daniel is the better, especially when he's not causing pain at that moment. Though it's different from what he's used to with a beating, it feels instinctively right to be intimate like this.
"Touching, because you're mine," Daniel agrees, "I like to touch what's mine, what belongs to me. You belong to me. My boy." He kisses Sendhil's nape, his nose in the sweat-dampened curls above. "Do you want more? The cane?"
"Yeah," Sendhil replies, feeling warm and satisfied all over at those words. He knows Daniel can't miss the bliss in his expression when he hears Daniel say that Sendhil is his; it's written plainly on his face. "Yes, please."
"I love that word coming from your lips, please," Daniel stands slowly, "I love you." He picks up the cane and gives a couple of testing swings. The weight is perfect in his hands, even after all the years its been.
"Love you, Sir," Sendhil murmurs, his body so calm that he's not even nervous about the cane as it whistles through the air. Where he is right now, it's all about the trust he has for Daniel, and that's something he's never had occasion to doubt.
Every swing of the cane takes Daniel a little higher, the mix of endorphins and arousal bringing him to where every motion, every sound, every twitch is noticed, assessed and enjoyed. "Gorgeous," he mutters. "Completely gorgeous."
The cane definitely breaks through the simple buzz of sensation on Sendhil's backside, real pain that makes him cry out with each strike as they get harder. But it's good to just let go, to vocalize and feel some of the stresses of his day-to-day life leave his body with the intensity of the caning.
"Not too many, but just enough," Daniel speaks more for his own focus now than for Sendhil, "a few more," he doesn't want to waste Sendhil completely, just give him all he needs. It's a careful balance.
Sendhil makes a sort of a sound, but he's not bothering to really pay attention, knowing that Daniel will make it clear if he needs to respond. He's too happy just getting lost in this.
It's when the sounds change that Daniel knows they're done, when what he hears isn't just the energy of the blows traveling through Sendhil's body but something more. it only takes one hearing, and he's not going to push one strike of the cane further. "All right, that's all," he drops the cane aside and crouches down where Sendhil can see him. "You were perfect."
Sendhil whimpers softly, frowning just a little because he can hear "perfect" and that's good but he can't reach out for Daniel.
"It's okay, just relax," Daniel strokes Sendhil's hair. "I'm going to untie you, it will only take a minute," and he's already undoing the knot, one handed, he managed this just as he'd hoped. "Lots of touch, I'm here with you, just take deep breaths for me, Sendhil."
"Mmm-hmm," Sendhil mumbles to show he's still here, concentrating on the meaning of the words and breathing as he's told, the deep breaths coming easy with his body so relaxed.
Meditative is okay for the tying process, but now is the time for speed, and it's not a minute before the rope is dropping to the floor around the bench and Daniel is rubbing Sendhil's back, kissing the skin, hot where the rope had pressed. "There we are, you can move now."
"Sir," Sendhil murmurs, shifting and reaching for him, trying to move off the bench at the same time. The rope was good, the rope was wonderful, but now he wants to be on the bed and covered completely with Daniel, his breathing restricted by his Sir's weight.
"Hold on," Daniel's a little alarmed that Sendhil's going to topple right over. "Here, hold onto me, don't try to get up alone," he gets his arm around Sendhil's shoulders. "Are you ready for the bed?"
"Yeah," Sendhil nods. "Bed. C'mon," he agrees, leaning on Daniel and using him to get to his feet.
"Okay, easy," and Daniel's thankful that the bed is already turned down, and he can pull the covers back the rest of the way with just one hand before helping Sendhil ease down. "There you go, get comfortable, relax for me."
"Here," Sendhil requests, reaching out and trying to tug Daniel with him. "Sir, come here."
"I'm right here," Daniel promises, sliding onto the bed right beside him, tight against him as quickly as possible, stroking his hair again, kissing his shoulder. "What else do you need?"
"Get... on top of me," Sendhil directs, words coming honey-slow as he rolls to his back and hisses at the pressure on his ass. "On top. Tight."
"On top?" Daniel complies, trying to understand what Sendhil's needing, sprawling over him, a leg thrown over to bracket, his torso pressing almost completely over Sendhil's. "Like this?"
"Mmm-hmm," Sendhil agrees, wrapping his arms around Daniel, holding tight as if he might float away. He whimpers at the pain, because his ass really does hurt, but it's good, feeling that pain and feeling Daniel's weight and his closeness. He squirms a little, his whimpers changing in tone.
"Are you all right?" Daniel watches carefully. He understands now, he's replacing the ropes, holding Sendhil down, keeping him from getting lost in the flood of endorphins and emotions overtaking him. "It hurts, is it too much?"
"No!" Sendhil gasps, shaking his head. "Good." He rocks a little more, his erection rubbing against Daniel's hip, lifting his head to nuzzle into Daniel's neck.
"Okay," Daniel wraps his arms around Sendhil and holds him as tightly as he dares. "Love you."
"Love you... Sir," Sendhil manages in between breaths, moaning at the almost-painful friction against his cock as he moves.
"Here, relax," Daniel wraps his hand around Sendhil's cock, stroking slowly. "Let me take care of you."
Sendhil just nods, his moans quickly getting loud. "Can I.... can I..." he gasps after just a couple of minutes.
"Yes, yes," Daniel whispers, a contrast to the gorgeous sounds Sendhil is making. "Go ahead, please."
Sendhil's hips rock a little harder with the position and he nearly screams at the combination of the pain and orgasm hitting him all at once. Things go white for a few seconds, and he really doesn't want to move ever again.
Daniel's quiet, letting the moment settle. He shifts enough to take some pressure off, he's sure that the high is ebbing and the last thing he wants is for Sendhil to crash. But otherwise he leaves the moment undisturbed, just holding on.
"Love you," Sendhil mumbles when he gets enough of his brain back to find words--those words at least. The need to be covered up and pinned down is subsiding, but he still needs touch, and to that end he nuzzles into Daniel's neck, lips errantly brushing the skin he finds.
"Want to turn over? I don't want you hurting." Daniel's a little bit anxious to get pain reliever in and on Sendhil's body, maybe an ice pack.
"Kay," Sendhil mumbles, easy-going and pliant. He hisses as he turns though, the pain starting to invade his conscious.
"That's my boy," Daniel whispers. "Just settle with me now." He'll take care of things in a few minutes. For now, he just needs Sendhil in his arms.
"Yes, Sir," Sendhil mumbles, breathing away the pain.
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