They went home.
David was quiet. Very quiet. Too quiet?
Hugo wasn't sure. This was all new to him.
He was worried though.
It was a good few days before David could look at him properly again. That couldn't be right, could it?
They needed to talk and they did talk, kinda. David sort of explained how it happened, but he never ever said why.
Hugo wondered and tried to ask but if David had the answer he wasn't telling.
Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't.
David healed.
Life returned almost to normal.
They lived, ate, worked, slept, went out.
They made love. Gently. Tenderly.
Sweet, sweet, tenderly loving Hugo.
The man of David's dreams.
Hugo still didn't know why David had gone to Viggo.
Watched silently.
Waiting.
One evening.
Eyes drawn to the watcher, once more.
A quiet voice.
"You ready for another session?"
A shake of the head.
"You sure?"
Another shake, but lesser this time.
"You know you want to really…"
A shake nod.
"You do. You need it. You really need it!"
"Makes you come so hard! Doesn't it?
"Doesn't it!"
A nod.
Blue eyes met steel.
"Oh no! Not again! This time it's for real. All or nothing."
Blue eyes widened.
"I'll be waiting."
He didn't know what to say.
Couldn't explain. Didn't know how to explain. There weren't words.
So in the end he just packed his bag silently and left.
Hugo watched David pack. Just as silently.
He had tried asking, but got no answers. Tried talking but got only silence. Tried persuading but got only a headshake in response.
"David please!"
Nothing.
Bag packed, David stood in front of Hugo, eyes luminous, shimmering.
Gentle fingers stroked down Hugo's cheek before the tenderest of kisses, placed on his lips.
David stood back.
"Thank-you! Thank-you for loving me. I'm sorry."
Then he was gone.
The door closing softly behind him.
Hugo cried.
He cried all night and most of the next day.
Why? Why? Why?
Why would David leave him for that?
Three days later Hugo returned to work.
He watched.
At first everything seemed OK.
David seemed happy, enough.
Then.
To begin with it seemed like nothing, a slight stiffness in the gait is all.
Then a clumsiness that wasn't like David at all.
Then an odd sort of tremble, quickly covered up.
Then Hugo noticed that David hardly ate any more.
Then the bruises were visible. Not much and never in such obvious places but they were there if you knew where to look. And Hugo did.
Viggo looked smug.
He was happy.
He knew what David wanted. What David needed.
And it wasn't Hugo. Soft, sappy, Hugo.
A quiet evening at home. Re-writes that needed to be re-learned.
A small meal with a glass of half way decent red.
Peace. Peaceful. Comfortable.
Lacking.
The telephone rings shrilly, breaking the comfortable quiet.
"Weaving."
Silence.
"Hello"
Silence.
"Hello?"
A breath? A sob? Something.
"Is anyone there? Hello? Please speak to me."
Fear suddenly wrapped itself round Hugo's chest, clutching at his heart.
"David is that you?"
Silence.
Then.
"Help me… please… Hugo…"
Hugo brought David home to his house from the hospital a week later.
Anger. Hatred almost. Rage for the second time.
"Why? How could you have don't that to him."
"He wanted it?"
Head-shake.
"He asked for it."
Head-shake again.
"Not that. I can't believe he asked for that."
"Well he did."
"But to take it that far."
Incredulous, disbelief.
"You should have stopped."
"He didn't want me to."
"He did."
"He didn't."
"He did. You should have stopped when he said no."
A derisive snort and a sarcastic laugh.
"He could have safeworded out. He didn't. So I didn't… stop."
A shrug.
Incredulous disgust.
Hugo walked away, shaking his head.
Viggo looked smug. David would be back. He knew it. He was like Sean. He needed it. Hugo was too soft. Too soft for David anyway.
Hugo went home.
They talked.
It was strange at first, but after that things settled down again.
Then…
David shivered. He'd been here, hanging like this for over half an hour.
Waiting. Anticipating. Hoping.
The door opened with a soft click.
The blindfold meant he couldn't see.
He could hear though. Slow steady even breaths.
The man walked round the redhead hanging by the wrists from the ceiling hoist in his playroom.
David was sweating a little; he could see the tiny rivulets running down the man's neck and between his shoulder blades.
A wolfish smile, he had timed it perfectly he thought.
He turned the leather strap over in his hand as he moved, silently other than for the breathing.
David trembled a little and he heard his own breath hitch, felt it catch in his throat.
He tried to turn his head a little, to catch the sound, to locate the other man but each time he thought he had him, the sound seemed to shift, it's directional origin changing.
A soft whimper from behind the gag.
A grin.
The base of the plug he had inserted into David's ass earlier glinted in the low light.
Perfect.
The leather strap swished through the air, the first blow catching David on the back of his thighs, the second in a similar place.
The third caught a nipple and the fourth landed perfectly across the rounded globes of David's ass, and made the most satisfying sound.
The aim perfect as ever.
The next blow landed perfectly on the head of David's cock.
Another whimper.
David could feel his cock twitch and almost impossibly harden even more.
His ass clenched around the plug.
The blows never let up.
They came steadily one after the other.
He never knew which direction they were coming from or where they would land.
On and on.
His cock was dripping; precome running down the shaft.
The strap caught the base of the plug squarely, driving it hard against David's prostate.
The man varied the blows, nipples, ass, cock, over and over, though never once hitting the redhead's balls.
Muscles tensed and rippled as David fought not to react.
He wanted this, wanted to come from this, knew he could come from this.
Knew he could.
The familiar fire began to build low in his belly.
His balls tensed.
Hugo landed 3 more blows squarely on the base of the plug and then concentrated on the head of David's cock.
He could see the tension.
See David's balls lift slightly as he 'whipped' the glistening head of his cock.
He didn't stop.
Didn't stop until the whimpers became a howl and jets of silvery essence streamed from the purple head of David's cock, splashing anything and everything within range.
David came hard, on a sobbing wail.
His cock, stung as it channelled his hot seed out into the cool air.
He knew it had 'got' Hugo, because that was what his love wanted.
He was gasping for breath his head falling forward searching for oxygen.
Hugo watched for a few moments as David recovered.
David felt him move closer, felt the heat from Hugo's nearness.
Then Hugo put his mouth close to David's ear.
"I love you!"
Cool air.
The door closed with a quiet click.
