Darren lifted his t-shirt over his head, revealing a muscled chest, sparsely covered with dark hair. His black jeans were next, and only now did I notice they were form-fitting. He looked at me with a degree of trepredation.
"Don't be scared," I whispered to him.
"He has nothing to be afraid of as long as he does everything I tell him to," interjected Daniel. "Take your pants off, Darren."
Darren's hands slid on his belt buckle, undoing both that and the top button of his jeans, revealing white boxer-briefs, molded to display he was not small in the crotch area. I felt my own triangle becoming heated, my breath taken away, hoping Daniel did not see.
So beautiful,I thought. His body is so lovely, how could I not have noticed to this detail before? I wanted to hold him in my arms and have my lips melt onto his. Tell him I would share any sweet punishment he was to receive and everything would be alright...
"Darren," Daniel said, breaking my train, "your underwear. Remove it."
I uncrossed my legs, involuntarily parting them. This beautiful creature, capable of inspiring fantasies just by singing one note, was about to be naked in front of me. Darren looked me directly in the eye, nervous and unsure, as he took down his briefs.
I so wanted to kiss him, so wanted to calm his trembling. Darren's underwear dropped to his ankles, and then kicked aside.
"Beautiful," said Daniel. "Very beautiful, isn't he?" He walked over to Darren, slipping his arms around Darren's naked body, their lips together in a kiss of domination, tongues twisting. Darren's lips down to Daniel's chin, his eyes waiting for the next command.
"Back down on your knees." Darren sunk down. "Hands behind your back. Very good. Stay there." Daniel reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a red silk scarf. Darren's eyes were still upon Daniel, not hesitant even as he saw the thin red material. Daniel walked behind him, wrapping the silk around his wrists. Darren sighed as the restraints became tighter, unable to move and totally at mercy to whatever Daniel wanted and needed.
"Comfy?" Daniel asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Very good, my love. Now that you are properly restrained, would you like to tell me and our guest what's going to happen to you?"
"I will be punished."
"Tell me why you will be punished."
"Because I did not undress quickly enough, Sir."
"That is correct. Walk on your knees to the bed."
It was becoming clear to me; this was a game Darren and Daniel enjoyed; private playtime to balance out their public personas. And I was a rare witness to it all.
"A little faster, Darren," Daniel ordered. "Bend over the bed so Natasha can see your lovely ass. And don't rub yourself against the sheets. Don't think I can't see you either."
Darren had reached the bed, arranging his frame so his body folded where the bed did. His wrists bound and his small, tight ass were facing me.
Daniel walked over to Darren. "Tell me you've been bad, Darren."
"Yes, Sir, I've been bad," Darren trembled.
"I think you should be spanked."
"Yes, Sir."
Daniel's hand smacked Darren squarely across his bottom, lightning fast and causing him to quake. Darren's breathing quickened, held, and then quickened as Daniel's hand came down again and again, harder and faster.
"How many was that, my love?"
"Two, Sir."
"Correct. Now count out loud." Three, four, five, six...all the way to twenty, each more solid than the previous one. Darren's ass had turned a bright red, but Daniel was far from worn out. "I could continue, or you could say you're sorry."
"I'm sorry." Another smack across Darren's sore behind.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I'm sorry, Sir," Darren said in a wavering voice.
"Much better," Daniel said firmly. It's just a game they're playing, I told myself over and over. A show they're performing, like they do on stage. It's not real, not real, not real...
"Does watching me discipline Darren make you wet?" Daniel's voice shook me from my mantra, convincing me of the contrary.
"What makes you think this is turning me on?" I said, trying to sound neutral.
"If you weren't so turned on, you wouldn't still be sitting here enjoying the show. You would have gotten up and left."
"It's research," I insisted.
"Bullshit." Daniel went to my side, and with one swift motion, yanked the crotch of my panties aside, taking away any denial that I was aroused.
"You're wet," he whispered in my ear, causing shocks to zap through my body. I held onto the chair as if it were my lifeline, willing to hang onto my very soul that was trying to escape me, through my chest and between my thighs...