Filthy Fun

PART 2

Daniel half sighs half moans at the last remark. I know he's curious who it is but won't ask. He already gave enough power over himself to me, to ask about that. My brave, manly male. Very strange for a guy who almost begged me for a fuck few minutes ago. When I finish with him he will be begging more than Dazza in my little story.

"I can feel him aproaching to me slowly, teasingly almost, like he knows how much I want him, I want *this*. You lay yourself on the bed slowly, so I could see you and grin mischieviously. I can feel my groin swell at this, your smile is always such a turn-on. They all think that you are such a quiet and calm and nice pal but I know who you really are, my master."

Daniel whimpers quietly when I speak the last word. Yeah, I know what he wants, he wants to be my master *now* but well, he had lost his chance the moment he refused to play along. I'm sorry dearest but you know the rules, no Dazza teasing as long as it doesn't end up with me being spanked or you blindfolded and covered in strawberry sauce.

...mental note: use that last one for his birthday after-party party next month...

"The man that was standing behind me is now just an inch away, I can feel hit bot body on my back his breath on my neck. He takes a step closer and now I feel all his length at my body. 'God, you are so hot, you little slut' he moans into my ear and I close my eyes, exited. I can't wait to see what he'll do to me, you are always so careful to choose only the best person for the job. Only those who know how to break me and believe me, I like to resist."

"Honey..." Dan interrupts me, his unsteady voice giving away how much he is turned on, "I need to see a face, who is it, please, tell me." 'Please?' Oh, so, we are beyond the point 'dignity' now, eh? I bet that if I told him that it's Jon or Oli, he wouldn't give a damn, just to hear what exactly my brothers-in-law would do to me. Not that we are into incest or other sick shit like that, he just is far away from the cozy place called self-respect.

"Soon luv," I soothe him "soon, wait just a little more". I take a deep breath and continue.

"I feel his erection pressing against my arse. How much I wish for it to press a little more, to be there. I'm scared that you won't let this happen, you know that this would be the biggest punishment for me but on the other hand, I'm sure that you won't let our guest to be disappointed, now don't you? He slowly slides his hands around my waist and almost as he was reading my mind, presses a little more. 'Now, now...' I can hear your mocking voice, 'Stop treating him like a bloody Chinese doll and fuck him already, Brad.'"

Now that got dearest Danny's attention, he nearly jumpes up but don't forget, that the most important part of his anatomy is at the moment pressing into my hip and trust me, that part 'jumped up' as well.

"God, baby..." he practicaly squeals into my ear "you are sick, that tops everything."

I pretend to be hurt by this. "You don't like it, honey? Should I stop?" I sound so innocent that Mother Theresa would be considered a slut of the month. That's the number one reason only Danny can hear me like that - that's MY title!

"For Christ's sake... if you stop, I'll hurt you."

I can only snicker in response. Point for me... eh, make it ten. I knew that this part would get him interested. I could of course use anyone else but...oh, well, the image is fresh in my mind to say at least (and that arse... woohoo..).

Besides... Je-nni-fer, cupcake? Oh, I'll show you Jennifer...

"He just laughs," I continue "and reaches his left hand to my groin. I can't wait, it was a long day full of interesting things and I need it so badly...'needy little bich' you often moan while fucking me, when I wriggle and whimper for more, faster and harder. Shit, you know how hard I am just thinking about those things? If I don't get a nice piece of meat soon then I can assure you, I'm going to come just from those nice images. His fingers are now just an inch from my groin, half of inch, so close... God! 'Danny, I need him now!' I nearly shout, supressing the laughter at Jonesy's low growl of satifaction.

He's so hard against me that for the second I'm affraid that he's going to come. I know him better than this though, he needs some.. erm... verbal stimulation for this and Thank You God for that! Any other way would be such a spoilsport.

"Baby..." he breaths heavily "Please... please... don't stop..."

Now, you probably think I'm a sadist to enjoy tormenting my Danny that much... and I have to say yes, I am, but come on he enjoys it at least as much as I do. Believe me, that guy is a real devil. He was the one that convinced me to write down some of my dirty fantasies and send it to the net. I even got some nice feedback, especially on my Savage Garden story (Daz/Dan pairing of course). We almost died laughing when some guy sent me flames calling me a perv and asking what would Darren (me, in the other words) and Daniel (the devil) felt if they read that story. Well, I felt good, *really* good, reg itg it to Jonesy one evening, just after I wrote it, while receiving a nice, looooooong, lazy blowjob.

I obey as he begs for me to continue and open my mouth to speak again, my fingers 'accidently' finding they way to caress Dan's hand slowly. His skin is so hot that if I didn't know better I'd say he's got a fever. Hm..ho..how did that song go? 'fever when you kiss me, fever... something, something...'

As I try to recall the long-forgotten words in my head, humming the melody that I hope can help me with that task, I can feel a strange coldness, assulting my right side suddenly.

I open my eyes slowly, only be by greeted by two, green pools of Dannyness looking down at me with the intensivity of the madman.

"What are you doing?" Daniel sqeales the question with such a desperation, like the answer could reveal a God to him.

I love him when he's like that, so wild with passion, so ready, needy... no, it's simply undescribable, you'd have to see it for yourself (and as long as *I'm* here, You WON'T! That's my privilege as his better part. Go, find your own toy... erm... husband).

When he's really horny his eyes look like two gems glowing in the dark, his toned skin, much darker than mine is flushed and sweaty, his breaths are sharp and quick; in the other words, he looks like a candybar ready to be unwraped and consumed.

I throw him another 'I'm so little and innocent and don't have a bloody idea what are you talking about my big, strong, manly protector' look, trying to judge if he's ready for the fiesta.

Yup, my love definitely reached the candybar state now.

He'll do everything I want now and I planned some rather interesting 'activities' for him. I'll repeat myself but it's for your own good, so it would be better if you remembered it once and for good - no one messes with Darren Hayes-Jones... at least not the person I have the power to turn into a jellyfish in less than three minutes.

Phase three completed...

tbc...