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I know your arms are open wide
But you're a little on the straight side
I can't lie

Your one vice
Is you're too nice
Come around now, can't you see?

I want you
All tattooed
I want you bad 

It was around the time that they staggered out of the bar together that things got awkward. Four beers, two martinis and an offer of “Maybe I should call someone to pick us up” ….had turned into Johnny leaning in and sloppily kissing Daniel on the mouth. The call was forgotten, and Daniel threw down the gauntlet by taking them to the South Seas apartment complex. His memories of the place were whispered hurriedly, and behind the building, it happened. They began with an embrace and ended with Daniel stroking Johnny to shuddering orgasm. Johnny kept Daniel’s face pressed between his neck and shoulder during the act, softly moaning “Fuck me harder,” as he caressed his rival’s back.

“Come on me,” Daniel had breathed. “Wanna see you come.”  He almost collapsed when Johnny obeyed, shooting all over his waiting hands.

As they returned to the dealership, a sobered-up Johnny and Daniel agreed to keep their tryst a secret and never meet again. 24 hours after that, they were in a motel, as far away from any of Daniel’s billboards as they could reasonably get.

At first, the change was so great, so heady, that both men were simply overwhelmed- with the touch, the sight, the feel of one another. They knew one another’s bodies so well- it felt almost familiar when Daniel slept snuggled against Johnny’s chest for the first time, or when Johnny found himself trailing kisses down Daniel’s stomach.

But soon, Daniel noticed his lover’s infatuation was giving way to stress. On their second week of meeting in secret, Johnny seemed more easily annoyed than usual, not to mention distracted.  “It’s the fucking tournament,” Johnny muttered, throwing his shirt into a pile with the rest of his clothes. “You don’t need to know the details, that’s not what we’re doing here. Whatever this is.” He gestured to Daniel, who hadn’t even removed his tie, then his own naked body.

“C’mere,” Daniel said gently as he reclined on the motel bed. “You need to relax.”

Johnny nodded, finishing the last of his beer and tossing the bottle in the trash. He didn’t move to join Daniel, but sat at the edge of the bed with a hand held up before him. “Just…hold on. When I get like this, there is something that snaps me out of it, but we haven’t done it before.”

“Name it.” He tried to take Johnny in his arms, but his lover was having none of it. Instead, Johnny had Daniel by the shoulders and was gazing into his eyes like he was interrogating him.

“This is serious. I don’t wanna creep you out. But we made a deal, no judgment -”

“Johnny.” Daniel kept his voice low and his smile at the corner of his mouth. “Given what’s happened, you can tell me anything.”

The other man dropped his arms, looking woebegone.  At last, he said:

“I fucking need you to hit me.” Daniel reacted with that ‘who, me?’ look Johnny remembered from when they were kids.

“Stop!” Johnny rose from the bed, trading offense for defense. “Don’t look at me like that, like you’re too fucking pure and clean for this. I’m not the guy who’s cheating on his wife!”

“Stop that,” Daniel snapped. “You could have said no!”

“You said we could talk through whatever we wanted to do. What are you gonna do now, pussy out?” Seeing Johnny naked and goading him on, Daniel really couldn’t help himself. When Johnny sat back down, Daniel raised himself up and moved closer.

 “This…this is a lot. Asking me to hit you, like I used to?” His lover tried to soothe him, putting a hand on his chest. “Why do you still want to fight me?”

“Goddamnit, LaRusso- I mean hit me when we’re fucking !” Johnny cried in frustration. He pushed Daniel’s hand away and he looked…somber, not angry. A shaken Daniel studied Johnny carefully as he continued: “I mean stuff like choking, slapping, pulling my hair. Hell, put a cigarette out on my chest.”

“You mean like S&M? That’s what you want?” Daniel couldn’t tell if this was an ironic twist to their relationship or just a natural progression of it. But the thought disturbed him, either way. 

“I’m not up on a lotta things, but trust me, I know it’s called BDSM now. I should’ve figured you were vanilla.” Johnny ran a hand through his tousled hair and sighed, his shoulders rising as if to shield him. “Look, if you’ve never done it, it does sound fucked up. But when I get upset, it’s like…it’s like I can just focus on the feeling in my body and not on any of the shit that’s bugging me, you know? Remember how sometimes, you hold back when you’re about to come?  And when you finally let it all go, it feels so fucking amazing.That’s how I feel when someone roughs me up in bed. ”

“Cathartic,” Daniel whispered. “It feels cathartic.”

A bell of memory went off in Johnny’s head: “I remember that from school, from when we read some old play. Yeah, that’s the word.”

“If you want me to hit you, I’m gonna hold back,” Daniel said firmly. “I won’t let myself really hurt you.”

“Just- just slap me across the face.” He drew closer to Daniel, so they were almost whispering to each other. “We can handle that. It works better if you talk shit to me, that’s part of it. It’ll be... cathartic for you too.”

Why is he so eager? “How did you find this out?” Daniel asked. “About yourself? Did Kreese-”

“Shut the hell up,” Johnny hissed. “He wasn’t into kids. It wasn’t like that.”

Whatever the full extent of this was, Daniel realized something had scarred Johnny for life. “You mentioned your stepdad was a real asshole,” he said, testing the ice and hoping he didn’t fall through. “Did that have anything to do with it?”

“He shit-talked me all the time,” Johnny said, lowering his eyes as his voice cracked slightly.  “But he never touched me at all. I think my mom woulda killed him.”

 So Kreese only- wait, what am I saying? There had to have been a lot of abuse there, based on what I’ve seen Kreese do. “I get it. This goes way back,” Daniel said.

“Jesus, are you gonna do this or are you interviewing me?” Johnny snapped. “You better be giving me another free car, Oprah.”

“I’m sorry. Tell me what you want me to say when I touch you.” There was a tremble in the smaller man’s voice, but his touch was steady as he drew closer to his lover. “I was trying to figure out how to do it. Let me help, Johnny.”

Johnny began to speak, but he gasped and shuddered like he’d been punched in the gut. He resumed his usual flinty expression and tried again: “Call me… shit like I used to call you. Call me a girl.”

“Wait. When you called me those names, were you getting off on it?” Daniel said in horror.

“No!” Johnny held up his hands as if to protect Daniel. “No. I swear, it’s only when someone I fuck does it to me. That’s the only time it gets me off. I got called names like that too, before I met you. If I turned it around on someone else, I thought I could make…that place I was in, in my mind, go away. I even thought it would help me get past liking guys. But hey, you know it didn’t work,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s fucked up.”

“I think we might need to talk more about this.” He fully expected Johnny to bark at him all over again, but Johnny only gazed into his eyes.

“Can we just try it?” Johnny whispered. “Do this for me one time. Please.”

He’d never asked Daniel for anything in that way before. The dark power that voice always had over Daniel LaRusso was still there, the power to bring him pain. But his ability to draw Daniel to him, to make him lose himself in bliss, had made Johnny much stronger. The way Johnny said ‘please’….it was so gentle, so soft. 

When he acts all sweet, it’s like Johnny’s trying to drive me crazy. I would do anything for him when he looks at me like that, the gorgeous son of a bitch.

“Okay.” Grabbing Johnny’s hand, Daniel pressed it to his chest. “But we need a safe word, right? I’m not letting us get too deep in this. How about ‘Mercy?’”

“You’re screwing with me,” Johnny muttered.

“Well, yeah, as in trying to have sex with you, not mess with you,” Daniel said with a roll of his eyes. “Ok, bad joke. But I’m not comfortable with this unless we make it safe. You want to use another word?”

“No, it’s cool,” his rival said flatly. “Can I…can I get on my knees? You stand in front of me?”

This raised a lot of questions about where Johnny had experimented with BDSM before, and with whom. This powerful, deeply masculine man had a definite idea of what he wanted, and it was to submit. And images came to Daniel’s mind:  Did some woman in black leather and heels rough him up? Or a big, strong guy- someone like Ali’s husband? Daniel hated how aroused he got just by thinking about Johnny being fucked by some sexy stranger. But even as he felt self-loathing wash over him, staining him, he knew he had to see this through. So he stood and raised his arm as Johnny knelt before him. “I’m about to do it,” he whispered.

He slapped Johnny across the face - not as hard as he could, but as hard as he felt he could without doing any damage. Curiously, Johnny kept his eyes shut after the act.

“Fuck, yeah,” his lover said in a ragged voice. “Keep going.”

“It’s good? You’re not hurt?” At a nod from Johnny, Daniel felt ready to continue. He leaned in and said, in a sterner voice: “I got more where that came from, princess.” Johnny reached out, eyes blinking, and grabbed his ankles.

“Then let me fucking have it,” he said. His voice and movements were hard and stern, but his blue eyes were pleading with Daniel. 

Grimacing, Daniel broke free of the hold. Then he reached out and yanked Johnny’s hair. Delight rose in him as Johnny tipped his head back and shut his eyes.

“More,” Johnny moaned.

And Daniel delivered, digging in with his fingers and twisting the hair back. “Take it like a man,” he ventured.

The response was staggering- Daniel could swear that his lover’s nipples were pebbling, untouched. Johnny’s face flushed, and his language had fallen even further away: “A-h-h…ahhh...” Abruptly, Daniel let go. Was Johnny going to come himself stupid, just from having his hair pulled? No, no he wasn’t. Johnny had begun to stroke himself off, and he opened his watery blue eyes to look over at Daniel.

“Touch me,” he said hoarsely.  “Hit me again.”

He clipped Johnny’s chin with another slap….then leaned in to whisper. A word he never thought he’d say to anyone left his lips: “Beg.”

“Please,” Johnny cried. “Oh god, please…” A hand reached out and pinched Johnny’s nipple, making his cries rise in pitch and his face contort in delight, then pain, and back again. Daniel felt his cheeks glow red as he twisted and pulled at both of Johnny’s nipples. His fingers were abusing Johnny, making his former tormentor into his puppet and exerting a more seductive control than Kreese ever could.  “Look at you. Pathetic,” Daniel whispered, remembering how Johnny’s cutting words had made him feel over the years. “It was so easy to make you beg.”

Daniel went down on one knee, then took Johnny’s cock in his right hand. With his left, he teased at Johnny’s balls, moving roughly all the while. He paused to grab some lube, but remained cold and relentless in his touches. This time he was less concerned about Johnny’s feelings and more about the surrender, feeling Johnny’s will fall to his own once again.

Nodding and moaning incoherently, Johnny tried to embrace Daniel. In this light, with the way he was holding his body, Johnny’s strong and handsome features seemed more gentle, more elegant. Daniel could not help admiring his beauty.

“Slut,” Daniel whispered. But the sound of his own voice surprised him. It was silken, almost breathy. The knuckles around Johnny’s cock were white; and Daniel thought that cock looked agonizingly red, almost raw. He dropped his hands and rose to his full height. How could he up the game for them both?

He told me to talk the way he used to, and Johnny and his friends always called me Danielle. What would I call him? Johnny hadn’t used their safeword yet, so Daniel decided to just seize the idea and follow through: “Such a slut, Janey. That’s the only name for a dumb blond like you.” Daniel’s voice came out in a low hiss. He was aware of the role he was playing. But if he could have known how Johnny saw him, he would have been shocked.

Because in that moment, Johnny could see the man Daniel would be if they’d changed places as boys. Formerly sweet, Daniel now looked drunk on lust and his own power: his dark eyes were narrowed, he gave Johnny a leering smile, and he was using his left hand to rub and stroke at himself through his pants.

All Johnny could do was bask in that sudden darkness, his lips parting to express desires he didn’t have words for. He grabbed Daniel’s leg. Half-expecting Johnny to kick his legs out from under him, Daniel was shocked when the other man placed a hand over Daniel’s own …and they began rubbing against his cock together, leaving Daniel’s Calvin Klein underwear soaked with precum. With baited breath, Johnny paused to leave a kiss behind, right on the spot where both men had rubbed. “Yes,” Johnny whispered in a strangely tender voice.

Dominating this man’s body in a whole new way was like the first hit of a drug. I can’t stop now, Daniel, thought, his mind reeling.

“You want that dick, Janey.” Then he lightly trailed his fingers over the other man’s bare shoulders. He felt Johnny’s body, formerly unassailable, break out in goosebumps. “Gonna suck me off,” Daniel said, his voice soft but knowing.

“Love to suck you,” Johnny sighed. He paused and licked his lips with practiced slowness. God, Daniel had never been so on fire, not in his entire life. And damned if he wasn’t going to make the most of it.

“Stand back.” Daniel LaRusso smirked a little and undid his pants, then proudly revealed his hard cock before the man who had once been his tormentor. “Take it,” he said, landing the words like a well-placed kick.

Somehow, he maintained his composure as the other man opened his mouth. It was glorious to behold: Johnny Lawrence on his knees, worshipping Daniel like a god and deepthroating his cock. The dominant man reached out and cupped either side of Johnny’s perfect jawline, muttering: “Faster….oh God, yeah.” The feeling of mastery, of victory, seared through Daniel’s body like a flame on a match. “Stop,” he gasped. Immediately, Johnny halted his movements.

Gesturing for Johnny to open up, Daniel took his cock from the other man’s mouth with trembling hands. Now, every fiber of Johnny’s body was tense and tight as a wire. Looking down at his submissive, Daniel found his release and drenched Johnny’s face with his come. “Janey!” he screamed. He was almost drowned out by Johnny’s cries of pleasure, as the other man went boneless and sank lower to the floor. Content, Daniel shut his eyes.

When he opened them, there was Johnny, looking utterly wrecked: his chest was soaked in sweat and his blond hair was a mess. Pearly streaks of his lover’s come ran down his face, like tears from those icy blue eyes. It was a sight so exquisite that Daniel knew he had to keep it locked in his mind. He felt he could come all over again, just seeing this. “Thank you,” Johnny said softly.

“It’s…good?” At last, Daniel was fully himself again, looking at Johnny with that wide-eyed hesitancy. But true to form, that hesitancy flickered away and he nodded, grinning. “It’s what I wanted, too.”

Johnny nodded in return, shuddering and looking down at his nakedness. “I better put something on. Wipe my face.”

Over the next two days, that final image of Johnny played in Daniel’s mind without ceasing. In the shower, he guiltily jerked himself off while replaying the image of his cock spurting all over Johnny’s face. So goddamn perfect, he thought. I never felt like more of a man than I did when Johnny was sucking me off. At work, he kept half-hoping Johnny would arrive to surprise him, but he never did. The presence of his wife and children rose like static in the background, an intrusion on his thoughts of Johnny’s body. Thoughts of Johnny giving himself to Daniel; of Johnny moaning during their encounter behind the apartment building. He was intoxicated with this new side of Johnny, and the side of himself he’d long denied.

He had to take this further. As far as Johnny would allow it to go. 

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ONE WEEK LATER

A sexually frustrated Daniel had asked Johnny to come ‘surprise’ him at work. Begrudgingly, Johnny arrived….only to see none other than his own son, Robby, mopping the floor. The whole story of Robby’s connection to the LaRusso family was revealed, and a very ugly confrontation between both men ensued. Nothing had turned physical, but on his car ride home, Daniel had tearfully called Johnny’s cell and begged forgiveness. “Things don’t have to change when it’s just you and me. Listen to me, I can’t go back to the way things were before we…understood each other.”

“So that’s what they’re callin’ it now,” Johnny, said, wishing Daniel could see him rolling his eyes.

Daniel pleaded with Johnny to meet him at a bar near their usual motel, and his lover finally broke down and agreed. When they were finally facing each other with a drink in hand, negotiating seemed much easier.

“What are our options here, besides beating the shit out of each other?” Johnny muttered. “We just keep sneaking around, even though you’re mentoring my kid? My kid, who hates me?”

“Is there something we could do to make this more cathartic…” Johnny could swear he saw a bead of sweat on Daniel’s upper lip, and his voice was hoarse as he added: “Janey?”

“Don’t,” Johnny said softly. “Don’t you bring this out into the real world.” Didn’t Daniel understand what it had meant for Johnny to tell him such personal things?

In a lower voice, Daniel continued as he reached under the table and touched his lover’s thigh. “So you’re saying you would still want it, as long as it was just as private as before?”

Tentatively, Johnny nodded. Who else would understand this about me? How it started? Maybe I’ve never really been able to hide from him.

Daniel shut his eyes and whispered: “Johnny, you must know how I felt that night. When I call you that…” He quickly cut himself off and opened his doe eyes, fixing them on his lover. “It feels like I’m trying to make part of you better. You know, instead of you calling me a name to hurt me,” he said with that brightness that Johnny knew all too well.

“I’ve been called worse.” His smile used to make me want to knock out all his teeth, Johnny thought. Now he knows what a bastard I’ve been and smiles at me like that anyway. Why would he?  “Yeah, there’s something I was thinking about. That I’d wear.” Ugh, my mouth’s dry…

“Tell me,” Daniel said, moving his hand in slow strokes over Johnny’s thigh.

Fuck. I can’t get hard now, can’t let him see me vulnerable.“You’d need to do something for me too. Or it’s no deal.”

TWO NIGHTS AFTER THIS

They met in the same motel where they first slept together, where Johnny allowed Daniel to begin testing the limits of his body. Now, the deal was about to be sweetened further.

Daniel was immaculately dressed all in black- black suit, black shirt, black tie, black shoes. He had also artfully messed up his hair just a little, to look ‘less like an ad for cars,’ in Johnny’s words.

“Whoa. You look hot,” Johnny said huskily.

“Well, I should,” Daniel said. “You dressed me.” He gazed at Johnny, eyes cast towards the other man’s hips. “And now that I see the other idea you had, you do look amazing.”

“You tell anyone about this, you’re dead,” Johnny hissed as Daniel draped an arm around his nearly naked body. “You’re a dead man, you hear me?” He could not hide the outline of his erect cock, not against the black lace panties he wore.

“Don’t want to admit you like this?” With a mischievous smile, Daniel reached out and snapped the elastic at Johnny’s waist. “I promise, I’ll take your secret to my grave.”

Johnny flinched at the snap and looked down at the soft, feminine, frilly thing that shielded his cock. This thing’s so damn tight against my ass, he thought. But it’s even softer than it looks… must be why babes like this stuff. He reached a hand out and ran it over his cock, feeling the lace rub against him while he looked over at Daniel. Oh Jesus, that felt good. And for once, he looks the way he fucks. To Johnny, there was nothing more tempting than someone outwardly prim and proper, but secretly kinky. He’d never imagined that of all the people who could embody this fantasy for him, it would be Daniel LaRusso. You knew me, but this time I had you right where I wanted you, LaRusso. I made the first move when I kissed you. Let’s see if you can keep this up.

“I love seeing how hard you are. Flaunting for me?” Daniel whispered.

When his lover talked to him that way, Johnny felt the overwhelming urge to let his sub side out. Shyly, so shyly that he looked almost demure, Johnny nodded. Then Daniel reached out and languidly petted his cheek, saying: “Get on the bed and lie down.”

Just as Johnny was laying back and feeling very comfortable, things shifted into high gear.

“I want your ass up where I can see it, slut.” At Daniel’s words, Johnny quickly flipped over and spread his legs. “Better. Stay right there.” He heard Daniel march over and take his place beside the bed.

“I wore what you wanted. So tell me how I turned out,” the dominant man said, keeping a rigid hand suspended in midair.

“Sexy- ow, fuck!” Johnny cried as Daniel spanked his ass. Somehow, the lace made the pain smart even more. Goddamnit, I’m glad he didn’t want to dom me right away. I never would have had it all- making him mine, and then losing myself in him.

“Maybe we’ll fuck when I’m done here,” Daniel said dryly. “Try one more time. I didn’t hear you.”

“You’re…..” Oh what the hell, I might as well say it.“You’re handsome. I love seeing you like this.”

“Oh, Janey…” Daniel seemed to melt at the words. He leaned over and began nuzzling at Johnny’s neck. Opening his mouth ever so slightly, Daniel made his mark on that waiting neck, halfway between a kiss and a taste.

So wet, God, Johnny thought, shuddering as Daniel left more kisses on his neck and cheek. Some, long and exploratory, using his tongue, others more like dainty pecks.

And then the hand came down again.

Johnny practically threw his body against the bed, feeling the heat and pain radiate off his skin. “More!” Johnny cried, with the same ferocity he used on the mat.

“Gonna come in your panties,” Daniel said. Johnny, face buried in a pillow, couldn’t tell whether Daniel was mocking him or staring at him with a lustful grin. Might be both. Just the thought of it quickened the electric energy between Johnny’s legs.Then instead of another blow, he felt Daniel’s fingers rolling down the waistband on his panties.  Johnny’s body was exposed to the cool air and he shuddered from the anticipation as well as the cold. After an agonizing moment, it finally happened. Daniel’s lips began leaving wet kisses on the skin before him, on the red marks made by his own hand.

It brought Johnny unbearably close to the edge as he rutted against the bed. Oh, fuck, LaRusso is literally kissing my ass. And with something like that happening, his need for control couldn’t be silenced. “Eat me out,” Johnny groaned. “You promised-”

“No.” The kisses abruptly stopped. “You haven’t earned it, whore. Remember, Janey, you asked for this.” When Johnny looked lover at his dom, Daniel was scowling.

“Mercy,” Johnny said hurriedly, and Daniel was all concern again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked Johnny as he helped him sit up. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I just….” Mumbling, Johnny tried to sound less ‘pathetic’ to his own ears: “It was almost too real, man. I thought you were mad at me.”

“Of course not,” Daniel said. “Kiss me?” Johnny obeyed and their lips met in a brief, gentle kiss.

“You always sound so messed up on the phone,” Johnny said. “I don’t know what to think.”

“I just miss you,” Daniel replied. He sat next to Johnny and hugged him close, as if they were snuggling together for warmth. “I might as well tell you. Amanda found out there’s someone else, but she doesn’t know it’s you.”

“Bound to happen, man. And Robby can’t know about this, it would kill him. Shit, we’re really fucking everyone over, LaRusso.” Any safety Johnny felt was fading, and he wanted to get back to their lovemaking. That was a challenge he could lose himself in.

“You know, you can call me Dan. At least think about it.”

“Nobody calls you that,” Johnny said, shaking his head. “Ok-  mercy. Let’s start again.” He spread his legs and got back into position. It took a only a few seconds of  touching and and cajoling to get him back where he needed to be. 

“Still hard,” Daniel whispered smugly. “You must really love this, but I should’ve known that when I met you. You’ve always been a spoiled princess who needed a spanking.”

Johnny felt himself going red and his heart beating much too quickly. It was the same feeling he had when his sensei left him in agony, with words like “You think that was good enough, princess? Drop and give me 50.” Or when his stepfather had said things like, “Ungrateful little bastard. I fucking spoiled you.” 

He waited for the horrible gripping pains to take over in his abdomen. To feel those phantom nails digging into his back, until the pain robbed him of sleep. 

But those pains never came. Johnny’s heart was quickening with anticipation this time, because he could feel Daniel’s hands on him and smell his cologne. Just like last time, the pain was going to pass quickly and then be washed away. It would feel so good when Daniel used the pain to slap his ass or touch his waiting cock. Now his panties were being rolled down once more. With great care, Daniel began sticking his fingers inside Johnny, and the slightly cold touch was a shock. “Do you want this?”

“So bad. Please, go deeper,” Johnny called.

Daniel crooked his fingers and soon found the spot that would get Johnny ready for him. He prodded at him until he sighed deeply and removed his hands. The prone man could hear Daniel’s pants being unzipped and exhaled as Daniel finally thrust into him.

“Do you think about me?” Daniel asked, a tremble in his voice as he entered between Johnny’s legs. His thrusts started off quick and shallow but became slower and more deliberate as he spoke, regaining his confidence: “You must’ve had so many women in your bed, you slut...women just as gorgeous as you. But I want to hear my real name on your lips when you wake up. Or you whispering to me before we go to sleep. Say my name.” 

Johnny turned and glanced over his shoulder. And for the very first time as a lover, he softly moaned, “Daniel.”

His dom was looking like Johnny had ravished him, just with one word. Both men were in awe. 

“Yes!” Daniel cried, pushing in harder to ride Johnny’s ass. His pace grew faster and he leaned against Johnny’s strong back and shoulders, almost embracing him. Johnny braced himself as Daniel bucked against him, feeling so full, so...owned. He could feel Daniel’s masculinity- not just his hard cock, but the swaggering pride Daniel took in what he possessed: his business, his titles, his perfect home, his perfect family....and now, me. Maybe I deserve this, he thought as his lover threatened to leave him breathless all over again.

“Oh, God!” Daniel cried, as if he were pleading with the man below him. Finally he pulled out and let his desire run freely, spilling over Johnny’s ass as he came. 

The mattress was pressing against Johnny enough to be painful- Daniel’s treatment had left him savagely hard. 

“I need to-“

“Please,” Daniel panted. “Wait until I can watch you. Wear them for me.” 

Even as his lover cleaned him off with a towel and helped him pull on the lacy panties once more, the ache in Johnny’s body grew. 

“Shhhh, it’s gonna be so good. Sit by me and I’ll help you,” Daniel said, beckoning him to the head of the bed. 

‘Why the fuck did you clean me up if you’re just gonna…” But Daniel was behind him and running his hands over Johnny’s bare chest and stomach, and the man in front immediately forgot to be angry. If I could just cum, right now… Now his dom’s hands were teasing over the silk and lace. Johnny was only a whisper away from where he longed to be.

“Come for me,” Daniel breathed. The touch of his fingertips at the end of Johnny’s cock was almost like a light tickle. Johnny was embarrassed at how aroused that little gesture made him. But he loved the feel of Daniel’s weight, his warmth, at his back. It was strangely comforting to be guarded so closely in Daniel’s arms. To feel his soft voice whisper: “Come in your little panties, like a good girl.”

“Ahh, fuck!” Johnny cried, feeling his defenses slip away as he leaned back against Daniel and let the pleasure take him. His surrender almost made him swoon, and he whimpered as he realized that yes, he had spent all over the silk and lace.

“Janey,” Daniel whispered. “My Janey.” A minute ago Daniel had been calling Johnny a slut, a whore, and now his voice was one of adoration.

What the actual fuck?  Johnny thought. Not only was the change jarring, it was the exact opposite of what he’d asked Daniel for. Well, besides the obvious twist on his name. But his confusion was forgotten as Daniel started caressing him- much like they used to, on their first few nights together. Slowly, he drew Johnny close to kiss his lips, and Johnny moved against him to deepen the kiss. Then Daniel combed his fingers through Johnny’s hair, stroking it delicately before burying his face in it and inhaling. “Golden locks,” he murmured, kissing the soft strands. Johnny felt himself go limp at the words, feeling his will overtaken by Daniel’s. 

Between this and the frilly lace thing he’d been wearing, Johnny felt like some trophy wife, with her rich daddy pampering her. And fuck, it feels good. No one ever touched me like this.“You were fucking incredible,” Johnny said at last. “You even kept the suit on like I asked you to.”

“No, you were,” Daniel said, kissing Johnny’s forehead. “I would love to get naked for you next time. Have you untie my tie, so I can put your hands behind your back and…”

“You think we can keep this up?” Johnny said. “I mean, your wife already knows.”

“We’ll think of something,” his dom assured him. “Just have to make sure it’s discreet.” 

“We’re not great at that,” Johnny muttered. He began taking off his panties, adding: “I mean, this is pretty incriminating evidence right here.” 

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” Daniel purred. “Blue, to match your eyes.”

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Seven months into their relationship, Johnny and Daniel had finally reached a point of relative comfort. No, they weren’t living together, but they were working on merging their dojos and breaking the news to their kids- that the two of them were in more than one kind of partnership. It was not a discussion they were prepared to lead, other than Johnny’s suggestion to “leave out the part where we were hatefuck buddies.”

They had begun meeting at Johnny’s apartment whenever the Diaz family was out. When that wasn’t feasible, they met at the small apartment Daniel was renting until he and Amanda made their split official. Today they were spending a lazy Sunday together, since Miguel had told Johnny he was going to brunch with his family after church.

Daniel had come over in the dead of night and slept next to Johnny. Now the blinds in the apartment were drawn, and the two men were lounging on the couch. While they waited for Johnny’s neighbors to leave, they drank coffee and watched “Law & Order” reruns. It felt a little alien, considering their relationship had started with physical combat and moved into kink.

“You want more coffee?” Johnny asked. “I need a refill.”

“Yeah, thanks. Hey, what were you doing with those?” Daniel asked, pointing to the messy box of photos on Johnny’s coffee table. “They look like they’re all from 30 plus years ago.”

“I was wondering if you showed up in any of the ones from school,” Johnny said. “Like in the background, but I didn’t find you yet.”

“Yeah, right. If I got that close, you and me would’ve been too busy trying to kill each other.” After they switched off the TV and refilled their coffee, they began rifling through the photos. One caught Daniel’s eye and he grabbed it- it was one of four photos in a separate little pile. Soon the dark-haired man had all four photos in hand, spread out like a fan.

Johnny looked on, embarrassed at what he called his ‘pinup photos’. All four showed him posing on the beach, scantily clad. He had to admit that in hindsight, the only difference between him and the models in Sports Illustrated was a bikini top.

Daniel’s expression shifted to disgust for a brief moment as he asked: “How old were you here?”

Oh…yeah, we were both kids at the same time, but I guess it’s kinda weird now. “Well, I did two for Ali to try and win her back, but she wouldn’t even look at ‘em. I hit my 18th birthday by then. Other two were the year after that. Not so bad. I mean, you were 17 when we met.”  

“Well, it’d be better if it were you now. God, I felt like a dirty old man for a second…..” He shuffled through the pictures and Johnny saw eyes widen, turning from discomfort to curiosity. He looked almost wistful. But then his eyes narrowed and his full mouth fixed itself in a pout.  Daniel looked jealous; perhaps because the pictures had been for Ali? He wanted to be like me. Wanted her all to himself.  Unless, because of the way things are now, LaRusso wishes those pictures had been for him instead.

“God, you look slutty,” Daniel whispered, shaking his head at the pictures. But it didn’t sound like disapproval to Johnny. It had that note of curiosity. Now things were getting interesting. Johnny heard the door to the Diaz apartment slamming, so he decided it was time for an Alpha move.

“Slutty, huh?” Johnny discarded the gray t-shirt he’d been sleeping in, and their lazy morning was instantly off the table. “You only talk like that when you’ve got a hard-on.”

Daniel looked over at Johnny and bit his lip. Then he sat up straight on the couch, assuming his dominant role. “This one with the tank top- you’re barely even wearing it. You might as well be begging on your knees for someone to fuck you.”

The other man’s breathing grew hoarse and a weight settled on his chest. Yeah, we’re back to this. Johnny reminded himself that his feelings would have to get worse before they got better, before Daniel wrung the pleasure out of the pain he was feeling. He moved closer to Daniel and placed a hand on his crotch. Inhaling deeply, Johnny whispered, “Jealous.”

“No. I’ve heard you beg for it,” his lover said with a wicked smile. “You sound so cute like that, Johnny. So helpless.” He dug his nails into Johnny’s bare shoulder. They were short and well-kept, so it didn’t hurt too much. But the submissive man was surprised at the sheer force Daniel put into the act. Johnny let out a very unmanly little whimper at the pain…and at the hardness in his pants.

“That’s it,” Daniel chuckled. “Just like that.”

“What do you want?” Johnny moaned.

“I noticed you then, back when those pictures were taken. But given the way I feel about you now…I want you to pose like that, and I want it to be for me. No one else.”

“You do?”

Daniel hungrily began kissing Johnny and they fell silent. He pushed his submissive down onto the couch and climbed on top to straddle him.

“No one else,” Johnny sighed, letting himself sink into the couch; sink into Daniel’s need.

NEXT EVENING

Johnny hadn’t put on this kind of display for anyone in a very long time. For one of the first times in his sexual relationship with Daniel, he was worried he would look ridiculous. Posing at 19 to impress his new girlfriend was one thing. Posing 35 years afterward, for Daniel…. came with a lot of baggage. It wasn’t quite the same as working through his shame, because in those photos, he’d felt confident. Untouchable. Now, he was anything but untouchable.

“Tight jeans,” Daniel said with a conspiratorial smile. “That’s a good start. Let’s finish it.”

 “Alright. Grease me up.” Johnny whipped his Twisted Sister t-shirt over his head and cast it to the floor. It was a gesture he’d done many times for Daniel. But now he stood before his lover defiantly, hands on hips. The light in his blue eyes faltered for a moment and he wondered if Daniel would laugh at him, rather than guide him deeper into his sub space as he had yesterday.

Daniel reached out and grabbed Johnny’s bicep, tracing the muscle with his fingertips and then giving his lover’s arm a little squeeze. “Oh,” Daniel said softly, as if he were admiring him for the first time.  

Johnny flushed with pleasure and sat back on the bed. Never should’ve doubted him. “Ready.”

Daniel, armed with his shoes off and smartphone in his pocket, joined him. “I wish we were on the beach right now,” Daniel whispered as he planted a kiss on Johnny’s shoulder. “Like in your photos.”

“Why, you gonna sell tickets?” Johnny muttered. “You should know, this room’s gonna be a mess when we’re done….”

“No tickets. You’re all mine, even when we clean up later,” Daniel said lightly. “Let’s get you ready.” Once he had the bottle of baby oil from the nightstand, he put a small amount into his hands.  Lovingly, he began rubbing the oil into Johnny’s muscles, beginning with his chest. Johnny’s body was less toned than in his old photos, but he still looked like he took care of himself. There was just a hint of give to his chest, a slight softness to his stomach. “Mmm, I could eat you up,” Daniel whispered, kneading into his lover.

The submissive felt himself relax and bask in being adored. His body glistened with oil as Daniel massaged his broad shoulders, his trim waist.

“Feels so good, babe,” Johnny said softly. When Johnny was in his sub space, Daniel didn’t like to be addressed by a pet name- but  Johnny just couldn’t help himself. He was feeling very much the power bottom now, with Daniel caressing every inch of his bare, oiled skin and looking so smitten. But this time his dom did not seem to mind. Daniel was blushing at being called such a sweet name.

“Pose for me,” Daniel whispered. He hastily wiped his hands on a towel, then tossed it to the side of the bed. “I gotta get a picture.” As his dom got out his smartphone, Johnny arranged himself on the bed- he lay down to show off his whole body, including how his tight jeans hugged his long legs. Then he tucked his hands behind his neck to prop himself up, which made his arms look even more muscular.

With a seductive smile, he asked: “How’s that, babe?”

Daniel said nothing, only clicked the button on his screen to take shot after shot. His full lips were parted as his breathing grew heavier, and his eyes drank in the sight of Johnny’s body.  His sub was on display not just like a model, but like a stripper; a prostitute.

Johnny then propped himself up on his side and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down to reveal the top of his hipbones. His Apollo’s Belt was still rather prominent, although not like it had been 30 years ago. He posed on his side and gazed at Daniel, his eyes lowered just so.

“Jesus Christ,” Daniel said hoarsely, clicking the camera again. Johnny grinned and tossed his head back, preening like he was still the beautiful young man in the old photos. “Flex for me.” As Daniel spoke, Johnny stood up and performed as asked. His arms were still so hard, so strong, the biceps bulging and straining….to Daniel, he had all the power and seductive energy of a coiled serpent.

“Your body is so amazing,” Daniel whispered. “Lay down and let me get your back.” More oil was painstakingly rubbed in, and Johnny did not need much coaxing to shed his jeans. His dom’s hand roamed over his back to his ass, and they could both feel Johnny’s muscles rippling beneath the skin. It was a kind of perfection Daniel had never appreciated in anyone else. Johnny knew that generally, Daniel’s tastes ran toward women- lovely, very feminine women. But he also knew he was the only man Daniel had ever slept with, and he carried that knowledge with pride.

“God. I should take you to the beach club and show you off,” he said, laughing darkly as he began removing his button-up and shorts.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Who says I won’t?” Daniel hissed in Johnny’s ear. Now he was naked, his less powerful body embracing Johnny’s from behind. “We’ll send the kids off somewhere for the day. And while they’re away, I’ll have you on my arm.”

“And you- ahhhh….” Johnny gasped as Daniel teased two fingers, slick with spit, against his hole.

But his dom picked up right where he’d left off. “Everyone at the club’ll say, LaRusso, who’s this fuckboy you picked up? And I’ll tell them, ‘He’s mine and I’ll fucking fight you for him.’” Johnny flipped over, wanting to touch Daniel and see his face. He wrapped his legs around the other man’s slender frame. Oil was getting everywhere, but the two men were still frantically grabbing and stroking at one another.

“What if they talk about…that time they saw my cock in your mouth?” Johnny said, smiling wickedly as he remembered defacing Daniel’s billboard.

“I’ll say your cock is amazing, and that you’re better in bed than any of those bougie whores, or their wives,” Daniel crooned.

“You’re so fucking hot…” He hugged Daniel close and began biting, leaving red hickeys on Daniel’s collarbones.  Their arousal, so hard, was impossible to ignore.

“Do you want your cock in my mouth now?” Daniel’s voice was breathy as Johnny ravaged his neck, the modest dark hair on his chest. “You earned it…pretty little Janey, looking so butch.”

“I need it.” Daniel smiled, then knelt between Johnny’s legs as if in reverence. His gently curving lips closed around the thick tip of Johnny’s cock. Head bobbing, mouth beautifully wet, he rewarded his sub as richly as he knew how.

‘Fuck!” Johnny’s hands were still slick, but he brought them to clasp behind Daniel’s head. His fine, dark hair was so soft to the touch. “Oh fuck, I’m yours. Use me up…” In reply, Daniel gave a soft little moan….and Johnny came at the sound, rolling his hips.

Chapter Text

Please, pretty baby—won't you come to me
Won't you let me be your daddy—come  sit here on my knee
And tell your sugar daddy—all of your fears
Cry for me, darlin'—let me taste your tears
As they roll down your face and onto the sand
We're going down together; I'm the elevator man

- “Elevator Man,” Oingo Boingo

True to his word, Daniel had bought Johnny a lovely pair of satin panties in ice blue. They had a hint of lace at the waist and matched his eyes perfectly- to say nothing of how they outlined the rounded curve of Johnny’s ass.  

“Does Janey want me to eat her out?” Daniel asked in a low voice.  On the bed, he knelt above Johnny, straddling and pressing against his ass. He was beautifully naked, his olive skin silky-smooth as that of a young woman. 

“Oh, Christ, do it,” Johnny whispered. It had been stressful forming a new dojo with Daniel, but good for both of them. Now their future as instructors, the legacy of all they’d learned, was on the line. And facing his old mentor had brought up some old wounds. It had brought Johnny’s mind to a dark and uncertain place.

“Is that how you ask?” Daniel whispered. He’d agreed to what Johnny clearly stated he wanted them to do, despite some misgivings.

They both knew there was no coming back from this. But Johnny could never hide who he truly was- as always, he grit his teeth and rushed headlong into the danger.

“Please….Daddy.” Saying the name, hearing how effeminate it sounded on his lips, filled Johnny with revulsion. The pins-and-needles way he felt when he would go to the dentist and they would use that little metal hook to clean his teeth- he had always hated that, so much. But back in his childhood, the nurse had told him: “You hate it now, but it’s good for you. It makes your mouth healthy.”

That’s what this is, Johnny thought as he let Daniel strip him of his panties. Now he was shivering, naked and exposed. Yet under the shame of saying that hated word, he felt something like sexual release. Getting the feeling out now is the only way it won’t catch up to me later. When I’m alone and depressed. He dimly recalled that he had been drinking less since the start of his experimentation with Daniel. This was no coincidence.

 It’s not like I ever called anyone else that name, he told himself. Maybe it’s not so fucked up….

“Good,” Daniel replied, cool and composed as he patted Johnny’s ass. “But I want to hear what you want, in your own voice.”

Every muscle in his body tensed up. His tongue felt heavy and numb. “Please eat me out, Daddy. ” Johnny said breathlessly.

“Yes, Janey dear.” Johnny gave a luxuriant shudder as he felt Daniel lick a stripe between his cheeks. His dom’s mouth was so fucking hot and wet. Daniel continued licking; Johnny could die happy like this. Being pretty, good little Janey. Delicately, Daniel left kisses on Johnny’s entrance. His mouth soon grew more insistent, changing from a soft kiss to a more dominant, sucking kiss. Now Johnny felt his pelvis moving- unbidden- to thrust his ass into Daniel’s face, heightening the sensations. Then Daniel’s tongue pushed in and curled, penetrating Johnny and claiming him.

Johnny could feel just how tight his own hole was, and how ravenous Daniel was to fuck him with that tongue. His Daddy. Such a loaded word, for Johnny never knew his father. His stepfather had looked on Johnny as a nuisance, and there’d never been a moment where Johnny wanted to call Sid by anything but his first name. As for the man he had looked up to as a father….Johnny’s blood ran cold at the thought of someone calling that man ‘Daddy.’ Surely the only time John Kreese had been addressed as ‘Daddy’ was while he mercilessly fucked someone. Unless he had some bastard kids Johnny and Daniel didn’t know about.

Johnny knew he could never look at Kreese the same way, not after how his teacher had assaulted and betrayed him. Whatever trust was there, whatever good faith Johnny had left, was now irreparably broken. Yeah, I should’ve known that a long time ago. He’s fucked up and he’s always been that way.

Feeling Daniel’s pace quicken, Johnny lost himself in the warm touch. This experiment, this relationship….it was a refuge from Johnny’s past and a place where he could start over. With the bond they shared, it was easy for Johnny to believe he had always been someone who tried to make the most out of life.

“Just a little more,” Daniel moaned. He pushed his fingers in this time, hitting that bundle of nerves that made the pressure build. Finally, Johnny could let this go, speak the name and lock those feelings away for good. “Come for Daddy.”  

“Daddy!” Johnny cried, tears of need filling his eyes. He screamed as he came, senseless at releasing what he’d locked away for so many years.

Saying it made tears fill his eyes. It was the most shameful thing he'd ever done. Daniel looked at him, and Johnny could tell his lover was waiting for him to say 'mercy.' His eyes were searching, wondering if he'd pushed Johnny too far. To reassure Daniel, he shook his head. Once he had cleaned his mouth, Daniel went to help him up so they were sitting side by side. The tears were hitting Johnny’s chin now, and Daniel began to kiss them away. Lovingly he started at his sub's jawline and kissed up, until he left a gentle kiss on each eyelid.

"No more tears, Johnny," Daniel whispered. And the use of his real name, said to make him feel safe, made Johnny weep afresh. He'd punished himself before, by getting blackout drunk or spoiling for a fight. But no one, not since Ali, had been there to comfort him when the punishment was over. It felt so right, to have something so wrong end this way. 

"Hold me, please," he sobbed. Daniel took Johnny in his arms, and it was like someone had laid a cool cloth on Johnny's forehead to break his fever. 

"I used to think you'd be so pretty when you cried. Pretty eyes," Daniel was speaking in that breathy voice again, panting. That tone, along with his dom's hands caressing him, made Johnny uncomfortably close to coming all over again."Now that I see it....I can't stand it. I'm so sorry and I never meant for this to hurt you." 

Slipping back a little into his usual persona, Johnny began wiping away any trace of tears. “I had to do it. This is something that's been bugging me for a long time. That's why I was so caught up in doing whatever he told me." 

Daniel nodded and pressed their foreheads together. He didn't even need to ask who Johnny meant. "I understand.”

"That's why I never wanted you to choke me," Johnny said flatly. 

"Never," Daniel insisted. "I remember what happened." Johnny wanted to ask something he'd been waiting to ask for a long time. But before he could get the words out, Daniel said: "Johnny, wait. Listen, I wanted to tell you, but between all this... and the kids being around; the way we used to argue… I never found the right time. I know Mr. Miyagi fought Kreese off that night, but I should have checked to make sure you were okay. You were so kind after I won, and I should have done the same for you." 

"Thank you," Johnny whispered. He gently held Daniel's face and kissed him. "You mean it? No one ever called me kind. Not even Miguel." 

"You are, and he knows that," Daniel said. He lay Johnny back on the bed and they held each other, clinging together as if they were riding on the waves of a calm blue sea. "I know it. So this helped?”

“A little,” Johnny said, nodding. “I do feel less stressed out. I know it was weird, but thanks.” He looked over at Daniel. “If you ever need something like that, I got your back.” He saw Daniel looking at him with brown eyes raised, mouth vulnerable and slightly turned down. “What’s up?” Johnny asked.

“There is something you might be able to help me with,” Daniel said hesitantly.

And Johnny knew that he wanted to do his best, just as Daniel had done for him. “Sure, I’ll try.”

With a deep breath, Daniel began: “Well, first thing, I’d have to call you sir. But there's some other stuff..."

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Johnny had said they needed to ‘ease into’ Daniel’s end of the agreement, where they would test his limits of being dominated.

A year ago, he never would have believed it, but it was true: he had no desire to resume slapping Daniel around, to see humiliation on his face again. The landscape had changed so much that he didn’t even like remembering how tormenting Daniel used to make him feel. Back then, he’d gone from wanting to outdo Daniel to wanting to actively harm him. It had satisfied him, but in a way that could never last: like during his junior year in high school, when he went from drinking socially to drinking to forget what happened the night before. Such spiteful pleasure always burns too quickly for anyone to control.

 But Johnny was unmistakably not that person anymore, not since that he’d had to sit Miguel and Robby down- together- and explain that he and Daniel had done a lot more than just reconcile. So when Daniel came to Johnny and explained that now he wanted to be dominated, it threatened to unbalance everything again.

“I need time,” he’d told Daniel. “I’m not sure doing that is gonna work out for you. You said these were some bad memories…”

“What’s with you?” Daniel had said, his dark eyes weary. “You never ‘need time’ or feel unsure.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but you had a problem with this at first.”

“Okay, okay,” he said with a touch of shame. The headboard creaked as Daniel laid back against it. He snuggled a little closer to Johnny. “I’ll admit, I didn’t realize there’d need to be two sides to this at first. When I saw how you seemed to be doing better after the whole cathartic thing, I thought it might help me if you guided me a little.”

“Guided? You just use the weirdest fuckin’ words for this….thing we have,” Johnny sighed, trying to get comfortable against Daniel’s pillows. “Okay, you finish me off and then we’ll switch, next time. I’ll, uh, figure it out.”

“Taking charge always looked good on you.” Cautiously coy, Daniel looked over at Johnny.  He pursed his lips, waiting to be kissed.

“I’m not makin’ any promises, LaRusso,” Johnny whispered as his lips met Daniel’s. “Just find a way to make it interesting when it’s your turn.”

THE NEXT EVENING

Daniel was swathed in his all-black ensemble again, ready to play the dom to the hilt. And Johnny had gifted him the perfect accessory- a leather riding crop, also in black, with a tip in the shape of a hand. “Admit it- this gift’s for you, not me,” he said coolly. “So, you’ll have to pay for that. Do you remember when you first told me you wanted to do this? You said you wanted me to hit you, but one thing stayed with me. You said something about putting out a cigarette on your chest.”

Johnny nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ve done it. Just not with you- yet.”

“It got me thinking. You ever get caught smoking when you were a little kid?” Johnny shook his head, and Daniel smiled slightly before continuing. “Friend of mine from high school, he did, when he was about nine. He told me his mom forced him to sit and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes at once. I think that’s how I’ll run things from here.” He slapped the riding crop against the open palm of his opposite hand. “Pretend this is a pack of Malboros, and it’s time for you to smoke up.”

“If you want me to smoke, use my mouth,” Johnny whispered. He sat stiffly in his chair, as if in class. The posture was at odds with the sensual clothing he wore: his black lace panties and another gift from Daniel- a silky black bralette.

“So, you think you can tell me what to do?” His dom reached over and lightly touched the riding crop to Johnny’s parted lips. “My little blond slut.”

The soft, high-pitched moan that left him was enough to make Daniel melt.

That beautiful sound. He’s suffered so much. I couldn’t hurt him again, not really- will he understand, will he feel the same way about me? No, I can’t show my hand. He wants me all stone and steel now. He leaned forward and went in for a kiss. To stop Johnny short, he paused to bite that tempting lower lip. When he heard his submissive gasp again, Daniel finally leaned in to whisper in Johnny’s ear: “You’ll hate me once this is over. But you’ll still come to me on your knees.”

“No,” Johnny said. Leaving the chair, he sunk on his knees and clung to Daniel’s leg. “I’m here, I want it!” Even when submitting, his old defiance rose up like a flame that could never be extinguished.  From the way Johnny grabbed his leg, Daniel thought there must be something his submissive was trying and failing to hold back. Does he not want the dynamic to change? Is that what was upsetting him? He moved Johnny away and gazed down coldly at him.

“Well, I want to see those tits,” Daniel said. Standing strong, he slapped the riding crop against his thigh. “Show me your tits, Janey.”

He’d never called them ‘tits’ before. And oh, Johnny’s blue eyes had never gone so wide. Daniel hoped that this attempt to ‘make it interesting’ was about to pay off. Once Johnny got to his feet, he threw off the bralette and stood there with his chest thrust out, breathing heavily.  In reality, there was no reason for the word ‘tits’: Johnny’s chest was still rather toned and flat. But, Daniel had reasoned, if his lover enjoyed being Janey, Janey would have a feminine bosom.

With a curt glance, Daniel noticed Johnny’s cock had gone rock-hard. “Better. You wanna play with them?” he coaxed. His voice was soft, but that rakish glint never left his brown eyes.

His breath trembling in expectation, Johnny ran his fingers over his nipples and his hands against his pecs. He kneaded the skin delicately, but wore a slight smile, as if he’d explored his body this way many times. The light in the bedroom of Daniel’s little apartment was so soft against his skin, leaving it a faintly bronze color. With great care, Johnny pinched and twisted his left nipple between his fingertips, murmuring in pleased tones.

Daniel slowly licked his lips. The harder Johnny tried to pleasure himself, the more lustful Daniel’s expression grew. The feeling still offered that same incredible rush…the feeling of Daniel’s power to reduce Johnny Lawrence to a quivering, pillow-biting wreck.

Taking on this role consumed him- without it, he would’ve ruined his professional life or torn his family apart even more. But now Daniel was wondering if he’d done if for Johnny, or how lording over Johnny made him feel. He remembered how easy it had been for him to be destructive and give in to his darker side in the past. Now he didn’t have Mr. Miyagi to guide him, and he was in a relationship very different from any his others. The aftermath of his divorce and his history with Johnny were going to make this anything but easy. If he kept this going, could he stop himself from being the person Terry Silver had tried to make him into? Or worse yet, from acting like Silver himself? He almost felt being submissive again would be the key. To force this to balance itself out, for balance was the one thing he’d always looked to.

Then his mind snapped back to the present, forcing him to lock eyes with Johnny. But he’d been intending to. Eye contact was one of the most effective ways he’d found to tap into Johnny’s praise kink- he didn’t have to say or do anything, just look on Johnny with approval. Daniel’s gaze was like a spotlight on that golden head. Then when the praise lulled Johnny into a false sense of security, Daniel would go right back to the humiliation kink. Within reason, of course. Would Johnny soon learn to turn him on and off like this?

Once their eyes met, Daniel clasped the riding crop at both ends. Then he held it vertically and rubbed it against his own crotch, showing Johnny his growing hardness.

He gave his lover a catlike grin, letting his gaze linger over every inch of him.

But Johnny couldn’t wait. He shoved his index and middle finger into his mouth and then used his glistening fingers to pleasure himself further. With a dreamy expression, Johnny began circling his own nipples until they were succulently wet and pink. “Touch me, please,” he implored, his voice barely audible.

Only then did Daniel put the crop down. He reached out and began to fondle Johnny’s hard chest. “So firm. Pink and pretty,” he whispered. He knew both sides of Johnny would appreciate the compliment.  

There he was, shuddering in pleasure at every touch. “Thank you, sir-” Daniel could tell from the anxious look on Johnny’s face that ‘sir’ had just slipped out. Johnny never called Daniel that before, and had only heard Daniel reference it in terms of his trauma. But even though Johnny caught himself, Daniel glared at him.

How could you?  Daniel thought. I was sure you understood, I’m supposed to call you that- I’m not like him! I could never!  “Don’t,” he said, and before he knew it, the riding crop was in his hand, clenched tight.

“Mercy. Sorry,” Johnny breathed.

Okay….there was no need to break down in the middle of things, Daniel reasoned. Maybe he’d overreacted, it was just his anxiety over confronting the part of himself he still loathed. Knowing Johnny, he was probably thinking too hard about not saying it.

“All right,” Daniel said, and winked. This was their signal that the ritual could continue for now.

Johnny smiled, and whispered: “Should I take my panties off….Daddy?”

“No,” Daniel said, and pointed to Johnny with the crop. “On your knees and don’t call me that.” Even as he obeyed, Daniel looked down haughtily at Johnny and tilted his chin up with a finger. “Not this time. Show me what you really think of me. What do you call your lover?”

 Johnny looked lost, maybe even a little unnerved. So Daniel added: “It’s still part of what we’ve always done. But if I don’t like the answer, you’re not allowed to come.”

He could see Johnny was thinking, trying to remember back to when they’d first begun this. At last, the blond, submissive man looked up and huskily said: “Daniel.”

“Exactly,” Daniel whispered in relief. This will work. I’m not going to let that asshole take over me- I can do it my way. Johnny’s gonna help me. Tentatively, he stroked his lover’s hair. “Johnny?”

The one on his knees nodded, his blue eyes alight. “Daniel-  I can’t stand it anymore, I need it…”

He nodded and gently moved Johnny back to where they’d been. Daniel winked and asked: “Where were we?” Johnny cupped his chest, looking up in supplication.

“Yes. Those pert little tits,” he said admiringly, as he cracked the riding crop right over Johnny’s nipple. The dominant man had expected Johnny to shriek in delight, but the sound was more like a cry of surrender and release. A bright little strawberry mark, red as a hard candy, was already forming where Daniel had struck him. “You ready to smoke up?” he said, using the crop to lift Johnny’s chin. “Tell me what you do when you’ve got a cigarette in your mouth….or a fat joint.” This time he let his grin escape all at once, knowing what smoking a joint would remind Johnny of. That fateful night, the one that had led them here.  “And the smoke fills your lungs until you’re about to choke.”

With fervor, Johnny answered: “Suck it down.”  

“Then suck,” Daniel crooned. “Suck until I’m ready to finish on your girly little tits.”

Once Johnny had opened his pants and reached in to suck Daniel’s cock, Daniel held the riding crop at both ends. Then he pressed it against Johnny’s back, to hold him in place. “You know what we need,” he whispered, letting his voice settle over like Johnny like mist. Lost in reverie, Johnny sucked and held himself with his chest pushed out, like a dancer displaying her full breasts. “Rub your tits against me,” Daniel ordered, and Johnny turned his body slightly to one side.  Johnny pushed his chest against Daniel’s leg, letting Daniel feel how hard his nipples were. And still, he dutifully continued to suck.

Secretly, Daniel longed to look in the mirror across from him- to see himself exalted and sleek, to see Johnny letting Daniel use his body. But no, he couldn’t. This wasn’t only about gaining power over Johnny. He was starting to realize that it went much deeper, since he wanted to be on the other side of things. Although it had led to a real relationship, it had been difficult to put what this….exchange….meant into words, until now.

God, I needed his mouth on me. If I could just let myself be in Johnny’s hands, and let him touch me however we wanted- if we could come back from that without hurting each other, then we might really have something. I wouldn’t feel like anyone or anything in my past was holding me back. I could be the best version of myself. The thought of finally being free seemed to draw him toward the light, to the flame behind the smoke. Daniel knew what was coming. “I need to get inside you,” he commanded.  Johnny drew back and cupped his chest again- his panties had a wet spot blooming in front, and he was biting his lip. He looked oh, so soft, so ready to be-

“No- fuck my tits,” Johnny said. Gorgeous humiliation colored his cheeks, made his voice crack. His knees could barely hold him up.

Daniel whispered back. His voice was low and teasing, sin itself: “They’re so cute. Maybe if you ask real nice.”

Johnny lay back on the bed, gesturing to himself. He spoke, dragging himself over the line between pleasure and pain. “Please, Daniel…come all over my…girly little titties.” His face had that look, where Daniel knew it was hard for him to get the words out because he was ashamed of how good it felt to say them.

“And you’ll do what I asked, after this?” Daniel asked, smiling slyly as he removed his clothing. The beautiful line down the middle of Johnny’s chest was calling to him, a place to snugly rest his cock.

“I promise. I’m yours, Daniel.”

  When Daniel came on that perfect chest and cried Johnny, it was a plea for amnesty. A clearing of the smoke.