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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

Daniel stood in the doorway and looked down the staircase that led to the cellar below. There was flickering light of lanterns throwing dancing shadows over the wooden steps that he knew he must descend. If he could walk the nightmarish halls of Brennenburg and survive, then he could do this. His inner bravo did not reflect his actions as he continued to stand unmoving with John waiting patiently at his back. He looked over his shoulder. John did not smile or speak, only giving him a slight nod of encouragement.
"Very well," Daniel said and took the first few steps with a ounce of dread and the unsure pace of a skittish animal. He didn't like the sound of the door closing behind him, but he continued downward, determined to do this for John more than himself. The steps creaked under their combined weight as they neared the bottom. The lower they got, the more the cellar space came into view. It was more open than the last time he had come down, free of boxes and clutter from John's move here. It was much colder than the rest of the house and he shivered, but he wasn't sure that it was the chill that made him tremble so.
"You see? Nothing to be frightened of, Daniel." John said as he stepped beside him with a candle aloft.
Daniel took a breath. "I suppose not, but the lantern lights break the darkness that plagues me." He gestured to the corners of the cellar where they were alight.
"Well, for now anyway," John remarked. Daniel's unease arose. John still had no smile to give him as he stepped closer. Him being near calmed him, but the mystery of what he had in mind had his stomach in knots. Experiencing any kind of pleasure, as John had suggested, seemed impossible in this cold and unwelcoming cellar. "I'll ask you again. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, I deeply do." Part of him wanted to go back upstairs in haste, but his lover's gaze kept him mesmerized.
"Will you keep this trust and do whatever I may ask?"
"I..." The steps were more inviting by the moment.
"Daniel?"
"I can't answer. You ask this of me, and I cannot even imagine what you have planned." He was shamed to admit it, but he couldn't hide the truth of his lingering doubt.
"Your trust was fractured by this man you call Alexander, yes?"
"Yes." The shadows that the light did not break pressed thickly around him.
"Look at me, Daniel." Cool fingers gripped his chin and gently forced him to do so. "This is me you're with. The thought of hurting you in any way has never, and will never cross my mind. Do you understand?"
"I understand, but you confound me with this idea of yours to cure me of my fear."
"Just let yourself go," John whispered to him as his fingers brushed his cheek. He smiled for the first time since this insane idea to set foot down here began. Daniel himself could not manage to smile, but John's comforting touch quelled some of his nervous energy. He focused on everything he could, but the dark. The stone floor was cool underfoot, and the smell of the air was earthy, but not unpleasant. He turned around to observe the area that surrounded them and finally noticed the chair. It was odd and out of place. It brought memories of torture, along with the echo of far distant screams. He closed his eyes tight against the assault and wavered on his feet as took in deep breaths of air. John's hand was on his arm, and he was speaking, but he couldn't make out the words. That blasted ringing sound.
"John, please. I don't think I can do this." His eyes refused to open, ironically chaining him to complete darkness. He was led like a blind man and each step only took him deeper into the unknown. He couldn't understand why, but when John halted, the panic he was feeling increased, crippling his psyche slowly like a disease. John pressed to his back and a arm wrapped around him tight, whether it was to comfort him or to keep him from bolting to the staircase, he couldn't tell.
"Daniel, take a breath and calm yourself," John ordered, lips so close that they tickled his ear.
Daniel didn't want to, but he opened his eyes. "What is this, John?" His voice shook with a mixture of awe and fear as he looked at the chair they were standing in front of. It was made of sturdy, supple wood and looked surprisingly refined in style if it weren't for some of the more barbaric features. The seat itself had a hole about six inches in diameter. The armrests were padded, and at the ends there were bolts through the wood that held thick cuffs on each side. The two front legs of the chair had similar cuffs that were obviously there to keep ankles secure.
"This is just an instrument I'm going to use to help you, my love."
"How is..?" Daniel shook his head. "It looks inhuman. Why do you want to shackle me to this chair?"
"I understand your anxiety, but trust in my words, I am not doing this to cause you pain." His arm stayed snug around him. "Look closer at the chair. The cuffs are made of the finest leather, not cold metal," he said, voice husky and still so deliriously close to his ear. "I only want to show you a new level of pleasure you've never experienced before, and in turn chip away at this fear that haunts you."
"But why down here?" Daniel whimpered.
"The cold, the dark, that creeping feeling that comes over you. You need to be in that very environment to fight it. Will you try for me?"
Daniel wanted to be free of the terror. If John thought he could vanquish it, what reason did he have to deny him the chance to try? He stared at the chair in contemplative silence. The dark was still looming and heavy around him, mocking and cruel in all it's mystery. His body refused to stop trembling, exhibiting his emotions that he was trying so hard to suppress. He was afraid, yes, but John's closeness and soft voice evoked desire within him as he always managed to do. Daniel swallowed down as much of the fear as he could and gave John his answer.

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Daniel sat nude and motionless; not that he had a choice now as John fastened the last leather cuff around his left ankle. The wood of the chair was cool and hard against his backside, and the hole left his ass partially exposed. It was a strange feeling and knowing John would take advantage of his uninhibited condition made his lower region heat up and awaken. John had conjured up a depraved side of him that he never even dreamed existed. Such carnal sin was so wrong, yet he yearned to feel his lover in every way that he could. He shivered still, giving the dancing shadows fleeting glances and gasping soft at the smallest creak of the house settling.
"Comfortable?" John asked, still knelt before him, hands resting on Daniel's knees.
Daniel attempted to speak, stuttered, then tried again. "As much as I can be."
"You look wonderful." His hands ran softly up and down his bare thighs. "I know it feels odd, but do not worry. Only I will see you this way, trapped and vulnerable as you are." John directed his eyes to Daniel's budding arousal. "I see your body is already reacting favorably."
"John," Daniel whispered. The first touch was feather-like, a soft tease of his forefinger running languidly from the base to the head of his length. He was already squirming on the seat with the maddening tickle sensation the tips of his fingers brought as they worked up and down his shaft at a deliberately slow pace. It only took moments for him to truly realize the consequences of agreeing to be strapped down. He wanted to touch John's hair, but the tight fit of the cuffs prevented even the slightest movement. He moaned mournfully, gasping when the wet feeling of his tongue followed the same path of his wicked fingertips. He could move his hips a little but if his body strained forward too far the straps cut painfully into his flesh.
"Relax. This will not be over quick, Daniel." John's hands curved to his hips and pushed him back more comfortably on the seat once more. "Or must I strap you more securely in place?"
"No..I..I'll be as still as I can."
"Good." John smiled. "Now, are you truly ready?"
"I think so." Daniel watched John rise to his feet. His expression went serious as he backed away from the chair and turned to stride over to the farthest lantern. The panic returned tenfold as John killed the flame, extending the darkness that was already a creeping hindrance. His breath came out in spastic gushes as he gasped out his lover's name in anguish. John merely gave him a almost scolding look, like a parent might to a disobedient child. He lifted a finger to his own lips, silently inciting him to quiet himself down. Though his actions appeared cold, the love in his eyes was still very obvious.
When the light of the second lantern was extinguished, he bit back another protest as he gripped the armrest his wrists were secured to. Cold sweat beaded on his brow as he tried to control his feverish breathing. His muscle clenched and tightened as he instinctively tried to pull his wrists and ankles free from the straps. This was madness. He couldn't be trapped down here like this. Why had he agreed to something so horrifying? John didn't take his eyes off him as he put out each lantern, moving closer to him again as he went. His soft voice penetrated through his fright stricken mind this time.
"Daniel, I'm not leaving you alone. Be calm or you'll hurt yourself struggling so violently." He spoke in a soft tone, yet his voice reached Daniel's ears with clarity. His voice was the only thing keeping him focused enough to not fall into delirium. He had to fight this damn phobia, lest he shatter like a fragile pane of glass. He had come far too close to losing himself in Brennenburg. It came back to him as each second passed. He could remember the ringing in his ears and his teeth aching as they ground together, the sound crackling away as the last threads of his sanity struggled to stay seated in his mind.
"You promise?" he managed. "You won't leave me trapped here in the dark?"
"Never, Daniel." He stood beside the last of the lit lanterns. "I will not let you do this alone." Daniel held his breath as the last lantern was put out. The only light source that remained was the candles that were set up around where he was seated. John stepped out of the darkness and took his place before him again with that reassuring smile. The fear was still embedded like claws in his flesh, but the hold lessened once his lover was close. "Ah, you've gone flaccid," John observed and lowered before him, taking his limp cock in his hand.
Daniel flinched and felt the heat rise once again. Surely his nerves would make his manhood unresponsive, but John had talents that would made a impotent man aroused. The warmth of his mouth teased around the head on his cock, awakening his need with barely an effort. His tongue pressed and teased over the slit at the tip relentlessly until he was barely able to keep from squirming. His fingers held the base, brushing up and down so delicately that it was almost vexing with the lack of pressure, but it only seemed to heighten the amount of sensation through his groin. The chair creaked soft beneath him as his hips rocked up slightly, a wanting moan passing his lips. He had almost forgotten about the surrounding dark until John's mouth left him and he spoke in a whisper.
"The candles will go out one by one. Are you prepared for that, lover?" Daniel's stomach twisted. He nodded a little, not trusting the strength of his voice. His convictions about this whole experiment were far less than he wished. "Your troubled expression tells me otherwise," he remarked with care, his hand still sliding up and down his shaft with the utmost attention. Daniel couldn't look him in the eyes, shamed with his lingering unease. "Your pleasure will become more intense with each wick extinguished. I promise you this." He licked along his erection, nibbling soft on the foreskin, the sensation making Daniel's legs quiver.
John licked between his forefinger and thumb and snuffed out the first candle. Daniel felt his hands ache and realized he was clutching the armrests so hard that the wood was digging painfully into his palms. He willed himself to keep his attention on his lover and not the impending and total darkness to come. John rubbed his thighs, his hands warm against his cool skin. He then reached for a cloth bag that Daniel had not noticed before. He reached inside and searched, smiling with satisfaction when he found what it was he was looking for. Daniel looked at the object curiously. It looked like a ring, but it was much too big for a finger. Candlelight shone off the silver of it and John lifted it up more for his inspection.
"What is that?"
"This is a cock ring. A wonderful piece of bliss this can be."
"Bliss?" Daniel looked at the ring in wonder. If he hadn't felt naive enough, he definitely did now. He was too embarrassed to even ask what it's purpose was, but he had no doubt John would show him. He did just that and held the base of his penis as he slipped the cool feeling ring over the head and down his hard shaft. When he was done, the silver ring was snug around the base. It felt strange, and he thought it looked rather silly, like a odd and exotic piece of jewelry. In mere moments the throb of his erection was much more prominent and John's touch was that much more pleasing.
"You stun me at every turn, John," Daniel said, shuddering when he felt a warm blow of warm air from his lover's mouth over his cock, whimpering when the stiff muscle jerked and bobbed in response.
"You are adorable, Daniel. So much so that it makes me ache with desire. You can't imagine how hard it was for me not to touch you all those times before. It was lonely lying in my bed at night and thinking only of you. No amount of self-pleasure could quench me."
Daniel's groin pulsed. "I understand," he said, voice wavering with the strain of willing himself not to beg.
"I know you do," John answered and kissed his thigh. He killed another dancing flame. "This ring will keep you aroused, even when the fear becomes overpowering," John explained, teasing his cock head that was moist with pearls of pre-cum with a probing finger.
"That's impossible," Daniel panted out. He watched with wide eyes as another was extinguished, leaving only two candles alight. John took out a small bottle from the bag. It was the oil he used often when they made love. He made no sound as he popped the small cork and dribbled the oil over the head of his cock. It spread and rolled down his shaft, around the ring and his balls.
"Not impossible at all," John said and blew out another, fingers spreading the oil over his sensitive flesh. Daniel made a panicked sound mixed with agonizing rapture that he was feeling throughout his whole body. The last glow of candlelight made John's face appear like angel and demon alike, and perhaps he was a bit of both. A slick finger moved against his exposed anus as John finally used his most vulnerable position against him. Daniel wanted to flee from the dark, yet his lust refused to let him beg for freedom. John's finger pressed and pushed inside him before he killed the last source of light with a soft blow from parted lips. Daniel cried out in fear and pleasure, falling to a boundary between madness and ecstasy.
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