*~*Jon's POV: July 2013*~*

"Ah...Ahhh yes, sir..." My cries echo through the hallway. "I'm Master's dirty slut..." WHACK! "Ahh, fucking shit!"

"Wrong," David's low raspy voice groans in my ear. "Try again." WHACK! My shoulders lift and my back arches, breath catching in my throat.

"Oh god, thank you, Master. May I please have another?" I respond.

He chuckles behind me and the braided leather tails of his flogger sting on my back, sending tingles that spread over my skin in vibrating waves. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! At the end of each tail were sharp tips, tiny teeth made of hard leather.

"You're getting red, pup. Are you gonna cry and plead like you did last night?" David asks in a mocking whine.

My thighs were quivering and felt like they'd been set on fire. The sting was unlike anything I'd gotten from Richie. "No, Master. I wish Master to do with me as Master sees fit," I moan.

His hands grab my hair and yank my head back. "Cry again and I'll toss your pathetic, worthless cock from my room." WHACK! "Or worse..." WHACK! "I'll stop touching you. I'll stop..." WHACK! "...giving the pain you beg for."

"Yes, Master," I breath out.

He strikes me four times with intensity heightening. After one particularly hard strike, I jerk in my cuffs and the chain pulls at my attached anal plug. I whimper.

"Does it hurt?" He asks me, a note of amusement in those words.

"Yes, Master," I reply and my cock twitches. "May I please have more?"

"Good boy," was all David said and picks up a metal whip that lay beside me. The sound of electricity makes me jump and I groan as the chains dance over and shock my skin. I concentrate on the electric jolts, the way it flows through my veins.

"Fuck, Master...Ahhh! Mmmm yes, Master," I say, ass swaying left then right. The violet wands chain sends me up to my toes, back arching. He pulls it away and I slump over, continuing this rhythm. David chuckles when he touches the chain to the metal plug and the sensation makes me squeal like a little bitch.

My eyes widen as the chains whip through the air, whistling and striking my ass. "Very good, pup, very good indeed," David growls.

I know I'm bleeding as the coppery smell hits my nostrils. "Fuck! Yes, Master!" His fingers draw down my back then are smeared over my mouth.

"I've only saved the best for last, pup," he says and I jump when he shows me a shiny scalpel. "Keep real still, pup. This will hurt but oh how it will please me." I scream as the blade cuts into my right ass cheek and I bury my head into the bedspread.

I hear a metal cling behind me and his warm hands removing my cuffs and plug. "Thank you, Sir."

David helps me stand up and work the kinks out in my back. "You're such a good boy, Johnny," he says and kisses me with a gentleness only he has. "Lay down on your stomach and I'll clean you up." I do as he says and lay across the bed, pulling a pillow under my head.

I watch his beautiful ass cross to his luggage. He grabs his aftercare bag and two bottles of water, handing one to me and sits on the bed. His hands are soft as he washes the blood off first then spreads a liberal amount of peroxide over the shallow cuts first.

"Ow," I mutter and he kisses my cheek.

"Just relax. I'm so proud of you, Johnny. How are you feeling?" David asks me, all trace of Master gone from his voice, as he rubs the soothing arnica gel over my back.

"A little shaky and light-headed," I reply, drinking deeply from the water bottle. I feel him cleaning the wounds on my ass. The only two that required more care were the 'DJB' he'd cut into me. David had been hesitant when I asked for this but understood it was something I really wanted.

Besides, we've been play partners for a month now and I wanted a part of him with me. The sex and play have been amazing, mind-blowing really, but....there was something I was missing and craving for at this moment.

He must have noticed my furrowed brows because he smooths my hair and kisses my cheek. "Are you fully satisfied, Johnny? I'm getting a feeling you're holding something back from me," David says and finishes attending to my wounds, laying on his back across the luxurious bedspread.

Head to toe he was gorgeous. His curls stuck to his face, laden with sweat. From chest to belly he was glistening in the lamplight, and he lifted his arm to me. His signal for me to curl up as part of my aftercare.

Slowly I slide over and rest my head on his arm. I fidget with his dark chest hair as I hesitate with my answer. I know he doesn't want an emotional relationship but I miss the intimacy of that; that Richie and I shared. I feel like I need a softer, gentler situation occasionally. A heavy sigh escaped before I could chase it down.

"Johnny?" David's voice urges, his fingers caressing my cheek. "What is it? I'm here to listen."

"It's..I just..., damn it," I stutter softly, "Can we ah...make love sometime?"

David rubs his temple and I see the crease in his eyebrow. Fuck, I thought. "Jon," he says and I lose my breath when he says my name. "I...I haven't 'made love' to someone for years..."

"I..I get that, but I was hoping ... just maybe...we could...negotiate that," I say in a low whisper. "You never stated it was a hard limit..."

I watch as David's lips open and close then open once again like a fish out of water. "Jon...I...I think...I think you should go back to your suite now," he says and my heart drops. He stands from the bed and my hand grabs for him but I miss. I watch him walk to the window and stare out into the night, his arms crossed, a shoulder leaning on the frame.

"Sir, please, just hear me out," I beg.

"I said go back to your room, pup," he commands without turning to me. "I'll let you know when I need to fuck you again."

Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have said anything, I think as I pull my sweats up, I don't want to be alone tonight. I walk over to him and kiss his shoulder, "Goodnight Sir." I leave the suite quietly and make my way to my own suite, cursing myself with each step.

--David--

Fuck...fuck...fuck! Goddamnit, why did he have to ask? I thought, the rabbit in my head running in circles. Could have just finished his aftercare and gone to sleep. But he just had to pull out this romance shit.

I ring my fingers through my messy curls, watching lightning bolts dance across the night sky. "Fuck, Jon." It came as more of a whimper and I hate that. The rules had been simple ones but humanity is a cruel fucking mistress. She'll knock you on your ass when you least expect it.

Or a cock blocker. Maybe a little. What's wrong with wanting to just casually fuck and whip your bandmate and best friend? Why can't romance shit stay out of it?

Because it's human nature, bozo, I hear a voice in my head say. You just prefer to hide it.

"...just because romance has screwed me over..." I answer aloud, pushing away from the window and staring at the rumpled sheets.

That doesn't mean Jon will do the same thing, a second voice piped in.

"I can't risk it." I pick up the various toys and bring them to wash in the bathroom sink.

Just stick to what you know. Smack and whip his ass, call him a dirty whore...

"But obviously he's wanting more than I can provide." I soap up the metal anal plug and chains, washing it thoroughly and dried it.

It won't hurt to treat him once and awhile. You know how to be romantic and charming.

"Then what do I do?" Next, I clean my blades, staring for a moment at the drops of Jon's blood.

Spit on his asshole and fuck him until he forgets

I roll my eyes at the evil voices suggestion. "Not exactly what I was thinking..."

How did you show Tico that romantic appreciation, whether you did it consciously or not?

My lips purse at the thought. Tico never did ask for romantic gestures as much as devotion. "Oh...yeah... I guess I can do that much..."

Pussy, the devil side spits.

"Asshole!"

Then Tico's voice intruded his mind and growled, "Now that's my good little submissive."

"Jesus T, not you too?!"

Now it's a party!

"So do any of you fuckers have a plan?"

Devil: ......

Angel: ......

Tico: .....

"Thought so! Good! I can forget about all of this now." I take all the clean toys and pack them back into my play bag, but then Tico's voice intrudes my thoughts once more.

Jon always uses the sauna after each concert. You know this from either going with him or peeking in to watch.

"Shut the fuck up T! You had to remind me of that, didn't you?" I jump when the phone rings and pick it up, hitting the answer button. "T...uh yeah...no I was just talking to myself. Yes again...No I wasn't yelling at you...No it was...a game show...on TV. Dumb fuck got the answer wrong. Hey wait...has Jon by chance used the sauna here? You did? How long ago? T, I need to go. Yeah, talk later."

I hang up on Tico and quickly dial to the spa. "Four Seasons Spa, how may I assist you?" The cool female voice purred.

"Lema Moon, Room 908. Could I book the sauna out completely?"

"For this evening, sir?"

"Yes...the entire evening," I reply.

"We currently have a guest in one of the booths..."

"He's with me...And could you all bring in extra towels?"

"Of course, sir. Would you like some chilled sparkling water as well?"

"That would be great," I respond with a wide grin.

"That will be taken care of, sir, and added to your room charges. Will there be anything else?"

I stopped for a moment then spoke once more, "Some stemless strawberries and a variety of massage oils."

"That can be arranged and will be waiting upon your arrival. Have a great night, Mr. Moon."

Finally, now the fun can start! Which flogger will be you bringing??

"None..."

Pussy.

"You know, I'm getting tired of you."

Feelings mutual, buddy.

"Time to fuck off now, fucker." The tiny devil poked my brain with his pitchfork, gave me the finger and disappeared.

About time he left, the angel straightens his yarmulka.

"Same for you."

Leh lehizdayen! The angel gave me the finger as well and disappeared. Pretty bad when even your conscience tells you to fuck yourself. I pull on a pair of shorts with a t-shirt, grab a towel and room key, and step into the hallway. I take in a deep breath and walk towards the elevators.

"There goes my good little submissive," Tico's voice comes from behind me. I look back but he's already closing his suite door. The elevator door dings and I shake my head.

It's now or never, I thought.

I ain't gonna live forever, the little devil pops his head back in. Miss me?

I said fuck off, Joker!