LIZZ - YOU ASKED FOR FOLKS WHO ENJOYED LABYRINTH, WELL I DID, BUT IT’S BEEN ROUGHLY 8 YEARS SINCE I SAW THE FILM, SO APOLOGIES IF THE COSTUMES DON’T MATCH UP !

PEJA - I SAID I WAS PRIMARILY A READER OF /, NOT A WRITER,

HAH !, HAH !, HAH !, FOOL ME ONCE !

FOR THE REST - NO IDEA WHO OWNS "LABYRINTH" OR THE CHARACTERS, I DO KNOW IT’S NOT ME. "NICK SLATER" IS A CHARACTER FROM "THE BILL", OWNED BY THAMES TELEVISION, NO INFRINGEMENT OF COPYRIGHT IS INTENEDED, YADA, YADA, YADA, ...

Jareth stood proudly, the walls of his world stretching out, playing tricks on mortal eyes.

He looked disdainfully down on Nick Slater and cracked the whip, revelling in its sharp retort.

"You’re in my world now", Jareth promised.

The goblin King cracked the whip again. Nick cowered against the bed, the rough fabric of the covers rubbing against his back.

Jareth stalked forward. In one rapid move, he brought the tip of the crop to rest against the neck pulse of his mortal lover. "What will you do now, lover ?" he whispered.

Nick was almost cross-eyed with the effort of looking at the whip at his neck.

"Whatever you want me to."

"Good."

Jareth stepped away and lowered the whip. "Please me."

Nick scuttled away from the protection of the bed and tentatively reached for the fastenings on Jareth’s crotch.

Jareth slapped away his questing fingers.

"Your mouth, only."

Nick sighed quietly. He tucked his arms behind him, and gave himself a stern warning to hang onto his wrists, no matter what the provocation. Then he swallowed twice, quickly, and attacked the chains and zips surrounding his monarch.

Jareth threw back his head in delight and let loose an almightly bellow as the younger man bent to his task. He breathed in deeply as he felt the fastenings give way, ..., and then his body was free, his erection bobbing. He looked down on the lowered head of his lover.

Nick was preparing himself for taking the goblin King into his mouth, but rough hands stopped him.

"I don’t think so." smirked Jareth.

He pushed Nick back against the bed, then hauled him by the armpits and in one smooth stroke laid him flat. Jareth straddled Nick’s hips and teased his arms until they were vertical. He reached out to the side and caught hold of the thin leather straps. Quickly, he wrapped them round the wrists, first the right, then the left. Then he attached the slack to the wall above the bed.

Nick made no move to evade the goblin’s ministrations. He stretched, cat-like, just testing the bonds. Not too tight, not too loose ... Nick smiled as the blonde Goblin King kissed his way up his torso .......

"Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, ..."

"Oh, You, bloody bastard, you !" Nick desperately hit out at the alarm clock. Dimly, he registered the time, 5:30 am. Groaning, Nick settled down into the pillows, "Now, where was I ? ...."

MAYBE TO BE CONTINUED ...?,