A
story of passion
by
Quandt
I
first met Daniel on one of my trips to John's House. I have
to admit that the reason that I went that weekend was three
fold. I wanted to see John, I wanted to play and I wanted to
make sure that the Daniel person that John told me about knew
where things stood between John and I. As far as I was concerned,
John was mine and I wasn't about to let someone else worm me
out of my number one position. Yes, I admit, I was jealous but
then I met Daniel. For some reason my whole intent changed.
There was something about Daniel that made me feel at ease.
He was a cute little French guy with a classic Greek body and
a nice proportional curved cock. He chattered a lot, presumably
because he was nervous.
John,
Daniel and I played a lot that weekend. I started to feel something
that seemed a little strange to me. I didn't realize it at the
time but I think it was love. Before I left John's house I took
John aside and told him that it was all right with me if he
decided to ask Daniel to be his slave. I guess that there were
two reasons for that. John seemed to be really happy when Dan
was around and I really felt something for Dan myself. I figured
that I could handle a threesome, if the third party was Dan.
I
spent the workweek thinking about John and Dan. It was difficult
to have to be away from them. I knew that I would see them again
at the week's end when we all went down to Chicago to go to
BondFire for the Memorial Day weekend. The entire week was agony
for me.
BondFire
was fun, more fun than it had ever been before. I think we blew
a few minds that weekend when John ordered me to put a chastity
belt on Dan. I took Dan down to the locker area and did as John
ordered. I was wearing a collar all weekend as was Dan. The
idea that a collared person was locking a chastity belt belt
on someone while wearing a collar seemed to disturb a
hot looking guy that I later learned was a title holder and
porn star. He was obviously disgusted by what we were doing.
Of course, he didn't know what was going on or what our relationship
was. I thought his reaction was amusing.
After
locking the belt on Dan we went upstairs toward the dungeon
to play. John was sitting at the top of the stairs talking to
one of our friends. I sat next to John, on his left side and
Dan stood on the stairs at my left. Mr. Disturbed Porn Star
came up the stairs. He looked at us and shook his head. Another
title holder and author walked up behind him and smiled as if
he knew
what we were all about and thought it was funny that Mr. Porn
Star was so upset by us. Mr. Title holder and Author is a very
cool guy. Being a Psychologist he understands the dynamics and
the variations that can exist in relationships. He has a lot
of
charisma to boot !
Monday
rolled around. It was the last day of BondFire and the Night
of the BIG party but Dan had to fly back to California. John
and I drove him to O'Hare to see him fly out of our lives, for
a while. He planned on coming back a few weeks later. Both John
and I felt very down about seeing Dan go. The little fucker
really wormed his way into our hearts.
Dan
did come back three weeks later, this time for a longer visit.
It was during that time that I faced a major crisis in my life,
the end of my marriage. I had been putting myself through hell
over it for more than two years. When the end came and I was
very sick over it. John and Dan came down to visit and nurse
me through the worst day of crisis. I went up to John's a day
or
two later after arranging for a leave from work. It was a horrible
time for me. John, Dan and I got very close in the few short
weeks after I moved up to be with John. I was really fucked
up which seemed to cause Dan to move away from John and I emotionally.
He left and we didn't hear from him again.
John
and I flew out to San Francisco for a vacation. While there,
we drove down to see Daniel. He arranged to take the train to
San Francisco a couple days later to spend time with us. During
those days I was given the opportunity to play with Dan alone,
while John sat in the living room of our hotel suite watching
TV. Dan was the second person that I had topped at the time.
I
was and still am a bottom by nature but there was something
about Dan that made me want to top him. Maybe it had something
to do with his desire to have a Master and a "Senior Slave"
make him a bondage slave.
I
tied Dan face down spread eagle on the bed. I started warming
his back side up with our 8" Stinger. It was meant to be
a warm-up before going at him with bigger and better things
but I ended up working the entire scene with just the Stinger.
I worked his back side, from the base of his neck to his feet,
including the soles of both feet. I tapped his back side until
his skin
started to glow with a beautiful pink. I tapped at a rapid rate,
spiking with a hard hit occasionally. His backside became red.
He started yelling. Being vocal was not Dan's style so I knew
I was getting to him. John came in and gagged Dan because he
was concerned that the noise that Dan was making would disturb
other people in the hotel. That was only a half hour into the
scene.
After
John gagged Dan I started to feel truly sadistic and Dan was
loving every moment of it. My attack at his backside with the
Stinger became more rapid and the spikes became more violent.
Dan was screaming into his gag and the pillow under his face.
I continued beating him until I felt total fatigue and didn't
feel I could hold out much longer. A few more blows to his back
and a few more moments of bastinado and Dan had all he could
take himself. I laid on top of him playing at his butt hole
with my cock. John came into the room and laid down beside Dan.
I laid on the other side. We kept him bound while we stroked
his very, very crimson back side with our finger tips. Dan shuttered
and gasped with each stroke. The Stinger had made his back so
sensitive that he couldn't stand being touched anymore. John
and I continued to lay there smiling at each other over Dan's
back. He seemed happy that I had found so much pleasure in playing
with Dan.
John
got up and dug through his toy bag in search of his bottles
of moisturizer and alcohol. He poured the chilling alcohol up
and down Dan's back. Dan let out a yelp when the liquid made
first contact with his skin. We let the alcohol dry then squirted
moisturizer on his back. John and I gave Dan a brisk rub down
before releasing him from spread eagle bondage.
John,
Dan and I continued our triad of affection while laying on the
bed. The smile on Dan's face seemed to be aglow with satisfaction
with the scene done by me, his big brother slave, and the stinger.
We laid on the bed talking for a long time before Dan felt that
it was time to catch his train home. We begged him to stay overnight
but he had to go to work the next morning.
It
was late and Dan didn't want to miss the last train home. We
offered to take him to the station in a taxi but he refused.
He walked off into the San Francisco night and that was the
last time that we saw him. We wrote letters to him but there
were no responses. We don't know exactly why, but Dan walked
out of our lives that night. Maybe he felt like he didn't want
to be a
third in a triad. Maybe the thought of moving into a completely
different lifestyle made him shy away. John and I both think
about him often and with some remorse over not having him with
us. We both felt very passionate about Dan and when he comes
to mind we still discuss his departure from our lives with sadness
and wonder how he is doing.
QUANDT
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