He swished the flogger experimentally, feeling the weight and balance of it. It had come from off world, because though he might have known how to do this, Carson hadn't expected to have the opportunity or inclination after he reached Atlantis. It had good balance to it, a fair weight and nice wide straps that would smack skin with a crack and not necessarily bite in deep. But, he'd played with them in the past -- giving and receiving -- and every now and then he'd trade for one, or take it in barter off world. It was select little collection and this would be the first time he actually got to try it out.
Funny how it came to this. Being the Colonel's doctor meant he had spotted some tell tale welts that John had been sporting in post-mission checks. Some he could write off, but not long before, he had come in with a right pigs ear made of his back. Sloppy and dangerous work, and he'd taken the colonel to one side and said if he was so bloody into having a good flogging he should at least have it done by an *expert.*
It had startled John a little, and oh, there'd been denials. Great big denials, because he'd just gotten roughed up off world, except, no, not quite. Carson had eventually talked him into being honest, and it had been worth it, to have the Colonel kneeling in his quarters, naked and waiting. He should have known that John had a taste for kink.
"Now lad," he murmured. "I want you to tell me what you like so much about being whipped that kept you going back, even when people were making a shambles of the whole thing."
Some liked the impact, some like the sting and heat, other got off on the fear, some liked all three. Breaking skin though wasn't necessary. It was downright irresponsible in a galaxy with all manner of strange infections.
Even just plain infections were bad -- a good staph infection, and they could've been out their commander. He'd made John wait until he was healed before he agreed to play with him the way he *ought* to be played with.
"The intensity."
Hmm. That didn't narrow it down to much, but John probably liked to be pushed. "Well now. There are plenty of ways to push your limits without permanent damage. You've been thinking about this haven't you? What I might be capable of doing to you?" Carson smiled a little. "Perhaps you think I'm not capable of hurting someone, or too nice..."
He swished the flogger with a practiced movement, watching John's eyes follow it and lowered his voice. "I know every inch of your body John. I know exactly how and where to strike for the maximum impact. I know where your nerves lurk under the surface, I know just how far I can push. You want intensity lad, I'll give you all the bloody intensity you can handle. Up now, let's get you in a proper position."
"What's your definition of a proper position?" Oh, he thought kneeling was right. Sure, it was right if he was standing up and John wanted to be bloody again, because the strike would be all wrong with the flogger he was holding.
"Stand up John," Carson said. "If you want intensity, it is not a matter of how hard can hit, it is the fact you cannot stop if. I am going to tie your hands above your head. " He said it as a statement but John could protest if he hadn't tried it before.
He didn't think John would protest. He started to stand up, looking over his shoulder at Carson for a minute. "Okay. I'm good with being tied."
It didn't take long to tie John especially as he had borrowed some of the medical restraints and he made sure it was comfortable and that the tension was just right on the arms. There was no need for a leisurely session to be interrupted by inappropriate cramp. "There are lots of different types of floggers and whips John," he said as he paced around him. "And everyone has a style of using them. It can be an art as much as anything. " He trailed the leather of the flogger over John's skin watching with a faint smile as his body reacted.
"There's a guy out in California you should meet," John drawled, shifting, pulling and testing the tension he had to play with. "What's your style?"
"My style?" Carson repeated walking behind him. "Pleasure and fulfillment." He flicked the flogger at John's ass, just to hear it give a surprising loud stinging snap that he knew probably didn't hurt that much.
He started a rhythmic figure of eight whisking effect with the flogger designed to sting and bring a glow to the surface of the skin. "There is no need for the experience to be cruel... unless cruelty is your aim."
John squirmed a little, twisting like he was trying to look over his shoulder at Carson. His ass-cheeks did come up in a lovely, warm pink glow that was heading towards red.
He moved target then, up onto John's back to give his ass time to get the blood flowing, working his way over the skin. "This is just a warm up lad." He moved a hand over John's ass feeling hot beneath his palm. "Nice and rosy."
John exhaled hard when he touched his ass. "Hope you brought condoms."
"You like that, hmm?" Carson smiled a little and move around the front to look at John. "Well. Apparently you do. Stand with your legs apart John... let's see you a wee bit more."
John shifted, stood his legs apart as much as he could without straining his shoulders. The man had a lovely dick, standing at a healthy angle, nice and hard. It was nice to be able to evaluate things like body parts without looking for injuries.
He started work on the inner thighs, close to that impressive erection but steering clear of it for now. "A lot of people don't realize," he said conversationally, "that a lot of nerve bundles connect the inner thighs to the groin. Women in particular can be stimulated here and orgasm from it. Men are similar if a little less connected."
The flogger was making nice snapping noises and Carson looked up at John. "Do you like it this close to your cock lad?"
"Yeah. I'm... easy." John inhaled, a little sharply at one hard smack, and his leg jerked. But his erection wasn't flagging. "Not used to the nice guy treatment, to be honest."
"But are you liking it so far?" Carson asked. He could make it a little more risky. He had enough control over a single tail for that.
"Yeah. Everything feels good so far. You warmed my ass over good, Carson." That had been the promise he'd made to John, but now, maybe for a little more intensity.
"Aye well there is a reason for that," Carson said. "Think of all those lovely pain endorphins having a party in your skin. It's a good way for anyone to start before things get heavier. It ensures any heavier work stays on the right side of enjoyable pain. " He stepped away and picked up a single tail whip, and reached for a handful of clothes pegs as well and approached John again, putting them very carefully on some sensitive areas. Nipples, under arms, thigh and a couple very carefully on his balls. They wouldn't hurt much in themselves. "Now, you wanted intensity? You should never let someone who is not an expert do this John."
"Yeah, I'm getting that feeling. I guess I've been lucky up to now with just... picking strangers." The clothes pegs were light, no tension, not like proper clothes pins, but they were useful and the Athosians made them for hanging their wash, but the pressure of skin squeezed in there was enough to make John squirm again, twisting a little.
Carson backed away; he had to have enough reach to just be flicking at the skin with the tip of the whip. Grinning wickedly, he made the single-tail snap. "Hear that John? You know what makes a whip crack don't you?"
He walked behind John, intending to give him a few sharp snaps so he would anticipate worse on his vulnerable front. It would feel good on his ass, and back with the glow from the flogger still lingering.
"Air?" John inhaled a little hard, almost shivering. Good, he was prepped and anticipating, then.
"It is the tip of the whip accelerating to break the sound barrier. I bet you know how fast that is," Carson murmured smoothing a hand over the still glowing skin. "Thing of that speed trying to borrow into your skin. That's what happens if someone gets it wrong. If I get it wrong... that tip will slice into your skin faster than the speed of sound."
He stood behind John, crack it again and saw John twitch and then carefully judged it that he struck with the sharp, all shocking snap on the skin of the buttock, then a pause and struck several more times causing a sharp burning peak of intense pain that he knew from his own experience that mellowed into an aching arousal.
By the last one, John still looked like he was going to squirm and twist away if it hadn't been for the bindings holding his arms over his head, but he wasn't saying no, wasn't asking Carson to stop. "Uhn, damn."
He walked around the front of John. "A wee bit more intense for you lad?" he asked, moving in close. He flicked lightly at the pegs and looked into John's eyes. "I do hope I'm not too rusty at getting these off. Otherwise it could get a little painful for you... do you want me to do it?"
"Yeah, pull them off." John nodded, inhaled hard, like he was bracing himself ahead of the pain of blood flowing back in.
"Oh know John, you misunderstand me," Carson said wit a hint of amusement in his tone. "I'm going to whip them off." He stepped back a little. "Are you ready for that?"
John huffed a laugh, and shifted his footing. "Yeah. Just try it." As if he thought Carson wasn't going to.
"Mm. " He began the flick and snap, gauging distance with a few strikes on the chest. Good enough. He made it leisurely, deliberately taking his time to get them off. One was particularly recalcitrant. "Must've put that one on tight, stubborn little bugger," Carson said as he finally snapped it loose.
When he finally popped it off, John gasped hard, and pulled hard on the rope that was sort of admittedly jerry rigged to the ceiling.
"Easy lad..." He moved over towards him, gently touching the sore place. Emboldened he leaned over and licked it just a little.
That got him a softer hiss, and John murmured, "You really whipped them off."
"Yes, and I'm going to do that with the ones down here," he said gently flicking at the ones on his balls.
His mouth formed into a loose O, and John closed his eyes. "Go for it."
Carson stood back again taking a few practice swings and taking the ones off of the inner thigh carefully and then turning to focus on his last target. After this he would give John the pleasure he deserved. He was not surprised to get a yelp when his first pass tugged at the peg but did not pull it off, and the next, well, it did clip his erection slightly.
It wasn't a full fledged howl, but it was good, and John's face was starting to turn as red as his ass while Carson aimed to get the second peg off of his ball sack.
It took a steady hand, but he was a surgeon and he managed to bulls eye it. "There lad, well done," he said moving over to rub the sharpness of pain into pleasure. "What do you want now love, hmm? You deserve a reward."
He exhaled hard again, his arm muscles tense. "What kind of reward?"
"What reward would you like? " He wanted him to relax and feel everything melt into pleasure. "I can take you, or you could take me if you prefer..." which would be nice but John probably wasn't in that zone. "Or I can give you a blow job that will make your hair curl... or I could just let you go."
"Fuck me. While everything still burns." He could possibly smack John a few times with a smaller flogger while they were at it, and he suspected John would like that.
He picked it up, and the lube and condoms, slipping one on himself hastily, before distracting John with the smaller flogger, trailing over his erection, tangling it in leather strands even as he slicked lube into his ass, and worked at him with fingers. He wanted him, he really wanted him and hadn't believed it would go quite this far but he wasn't going to say no.
"Oh, standing up is a nice.... nice change." John planted his feet, and it was going to be interesting, fucking John with no support.
"Lying down has its moments too," Carson murmured pressing up close to his back and body as he worked his fingers in. He wouldn't need long, as John liked edgy and he did have extensive practice in finding a man's prostate. Just to tease he made sure he hit with the flogger at nigh on the same moment as he found that spot.
"Uhn!" The full body shudder was so much more obvious this way, the way John's asshole clenched tight.
He did that a few more times, before pushing into John, hard and inexorable despite it being a little tight. "Oh bloody hell John… what a fantastic ass," he declared breathlessly, trying to remember not to go wild and forget about what John needed and wanted. So he started slow, using the flogger, kissing the back of John's neck, teasing at his nipples, using the leather strands to tangle and slide over his erect cock.
He listened to John's sighs and his groans, the strangled sounds deep in his chest. John didn't want to make the noises he might have made if they were in a hotel room back home on earth, Carson supposed.
"That's it lad, that's it. I want you to come for me, let yourself go," he gasped and fucked him harder, needing to come himself. "Yes...yes now..."
He almost wasn't sure he was fucking John hard enough for John's taste, but then he felt John's hips jerking back to meet his, and then the motion stilled and stuttered and John was coming onto the flogger.
That was good enough, good enough and he was coming himself, coming hard and he groaned himself before trying not to go week at the knees. Still inside of him he reached up and unhooked the restraints. "There lad.. there.."
John was loose limbed, and he sagged, arms coming down in front of him heavily. "Thanks."
There were a tangled mess together on the floor. "I think I should be thanking you lad," Carson said, rubbing John's arms to ease any stiffness. "I may not have been to your exact taste," he said, "but I hope it showed you what can be done without causing injury. You won't have a mark on you by the morning."
"Um. We should do this again sometime, if you're... if you want to." Oh, as if he wouldn't.
"Are you sure?" Carson asked. "Because I'm not sure I can do rougher if that is what you want but, I might be able to do more intense." He smiled a little and tried to get John to look at him. "And act as someone to practice on if you want to learn this."
"I think I'm more of a receiver," John drawled, twisting a little, looking at Carson. He still seemed blissed out, not quite out of the good state of having gotten a good beating.
"Aye well, I can accommodate that," Carson said feeling an obscure sense of pride that John looked like that because of him. "It's not all about how hard you can hit. There's a lot of variation...I'll have to clean this up," he said looking at the flogger with amusement.
John's sheepish grin held less chagrin in it than most people would have expected. "Later. The come down is nice."
Carson took that as a hint and wrapped his arms around John as they sat there on the floor, the flogger half draped over both of their legs together. It made him smile, because in all of that, he hadn't even tried to kiss John. He reached with the hand that had so recently been wielding the whip and turned John's face towards his and now feeling it was his right, kissed him with all the normal barriers to intimacy stripped away. The kiss was as warm and intense as John’s freshly flogged skin and he considered it was just as well he had intervened. Better late than never.
