Leather

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01078642egerdp.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=428 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <B>Leather</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="leather"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></div> <bR> <div> Jack worked his hand and wrist, testing the knots that held him in place.  The metal post behind him gave a small pop and he stilled instantly.  There was no point in trying to see - the blindfold had been the first thing to go on him.</div> <bR> <div> "I said hold still," came the low voice beside him.</div> <bR> <div> "Or what?" Jack dared.</div> <bR> <div> A fraction of a second later his throat was grabbed by a large, strong hand, long fingers tightening their grip even as the strong arm pressed him into the cross braces behind him.</div> <bR> <div> "You were saying something?"</div> <bR> <div> "No," Jack breathed.  "Not a thing."</div> <bR> <div> The feel of the knife's blade as it slid along the top of his jeans sent a cascade of goose bumps across his torso.  He hadn't known his antagonist was armed.  This changed things . . . drastically.</div> <bR> <div> A tug was all it took to slice his shirt easily way from his chest.  Jack felt sweat break out on his upper lip.</div> <bR> <div> "You should be worried," taunted his captor.</div> <bR> <div> Jack cursed himself for being unable to control his body's reactions to the situation.  Too many years out of the field; too many years behind a desk . . . he felt the knife dip inside his waistband.</div> <bR> <div> "Move an inch . . ." the other man said and Jack could practically hear the sneer.  He clenched his hands into fists and concentrated on his breathing as his pants were slit down one leg then the other.  As they fell away from his body, the cold air around him hit his skin and another chill passed over him.</div> <bR> <div> "Bastard," Jack ground out. then sucked in a startled breath as he felt the head of his cock lifted on the tip of a hunting knife.</div> <bR> <div> "You are hardly in any position to do anything about this.  I, on the other hand . . ."  An arrogant chuckle sounded close to his ear.  "Open your fist."</div> <bR> <div> "Go fuck yourself," Jack spit.  He tried not to grunt as the blade slid quickly down and the point pressed into the delicate area between the base of his cock and his balls.</div> <bR> <div> "What, when I have you here?"  Another conceited laugh and Jack felt the tip of the knife sink ever so slightly into his flesh.  "Open.  Your.  Fist."</div> <bR> <div> Jack relaxed his hand, stretching his fingers out . . . then took in a long surprised breath as what could only be a male crotch, cloaked in buttery soft leather, was pressed into his palm.</div> <bR> <div> "Don't even think of trying anything," said the man against his ear.  "Just give me what I need and I'll let you go."</div> <bR> <div> Jack's decision was made for him when he felt the weapon's point draw blood as it nicked slightly into his flesh.</div> <bR> <div> "Take it easy," Jack hissed.  "I, uh . . . I won't give you any problems."</div> <bR> <div> "No, you won't," said the man as he rubbed his groin into Jack's hand, "because if you do, I'll cut your cock straight off, got me?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah.  Yeah," Jack conceded, "I got ya."</div> <bR> <div> The man's other hand slid down to cover Jack's, guiding him as he worked his firm cock and balls against the warm fingers.  The constant clutching over his genitals made the man groan in pleasure.</div> <bR> <div> "Dammit, Daniel, enough's enough," Jack panted a few minutes later.  "At least take off the blindfold."</div> <bR> <div> The sound of a knife clattering to the floor rang through the room and Jack squinted as the bandana was torn from his eyes.  Even in the dim light of the laundry room, Jack could see clearly Daniel's flushed face and bright eyes.  He dragged his gaze down the body before him.</div> <bR> <div> "Holy shit," Jack breathed as he took in the sight of Daniel wrapped in dark leather, the tight fitting shirt rucked slightly up, showing the well defined abs below.  "Where the hell did you get this?"</div> <bR> <div> "Off world.  Just got back - couldn't wait to get over here and do this.  Jesus fuck, Jack."  Daniel grabbed the cross braces of the metal shelving behind Jack's head and began rubbing his throbbing cock, still encased in the skin-tight pants, up and down Jack's thigh.  "Oh god, god . . ." he said, letting his head fall back.</div> <bR> <div> "You gonna just rub all over me till you come?" Jack asked.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel nodded slowly.  "How's it feel?"</div> <bR> <div> "Fucking incredible," Jack said.  "Goddamn," he said admiringly, watching Daniel revel in the feelings his constant rubbing and grinding were producing.  "Hump my leg some more," he asked, moving one leg out so Daniel could get better leverage.  "That's so fucking hot."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel rolled his hips over and over against Jack's leg, making sure each movement dragged his chest firmly over Jack's at the same time.</div> <bR> <div> "This feels dirty," Daniel smiled seductively.</div> <bR> <div> "Looks dirty,"Jack said, his breathing catching in his throat.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel dug quickly at the front of his pants, yanking his cock free.  He jerked himself quickly and shouted out in sharp cries as he emptied his load on Jack's balls.</div> <bR> <div> "Oh shit, Daniel . . ." Jack said urgently and before Daniel was finished coming, he dropped to his knees and took the head of Jack's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and quick, moaning as Jack let loose in his throat.  To help Jack finish, Daniel licked the sticky lines of come from the full ball sac, looking Jack straight in the eyes as he did so.  He smiled in triumph as Jack jerked and bucked before him, his orgasm getting a last few good spasms in before he collapsed back against the storage shelves.</div> <bR> <div> "Who the hell wound you up on that planet?" Jack asked, willing his heart back to a normal rhythm.</div> <bR> <div> "I've been wearing these leathers for three days.  I was about to explode by the time we finished negotiations; all I could think was letting you feel me in these.  I knew how much you'd like it."  Daniel pressed his face into Jack's thigh just where it met the hip.  "Had a hell of a time smuggling these off base.  Hammond will kill me if he finds out I took them."</div> <bR> <div> "I get a cold and have to stay out of the mission, and you not only turn into a sex fiend, but a thief as well."  Jack chuckled.  "I'm so proud."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel pulled himself to his feet and began working to free Jack, leaning fully against the other man as he did.  "By the way," he said as he freed Jack completely and felt the strong arms go around him, "happy Valentine's Day."</div> <bR> <div> "What, no flowers?" Jack laughed as he licked his way from Daniel's collarbone to his ear.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel snorted a laugh.  "Got a rosebud just for you," he said, grabbing Jack's hand and hauling him to the bedroom.  "But you're gonna have to work for it."</div> <bR> <div> "Bring it on," Jack said, his hand grasping the leather clad ass before him.  "Think we can fuck with these things still on?"</div> <bR> <div> "We're definitely gonna try," Daniel said as he and Jack hurried down the hall.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ~finis~</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com"><U>Give the author's ego a marshmallow . . . please feed the bear.</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id3_sg1_slash.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Stargate SG1 Slash Fiction"><U>Back to Fic List</U></A>     <A HREF="id2_directory.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Directory Listing"><U>Back to Directory</U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01178643.jpg"> <bR> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=52 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" WIDTH="161" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 45 ><NOBR><div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" WIDTH="29"></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Plotexpo.com"><U><IMG SRC="0181d270.jpg" border=0 width="29" height="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="15"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="45" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="15" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id176.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Painful Valentine"><U><IMG SRC="017271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id175.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Operation Fat Man"><U><IMG SRC="016271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>