Consensual Control

Content Warning: Dubcon

Sex is fun. Sometimes, sex involves power dynamics. The master and the servant. The dom and the sub. Or, perhaps, something stranger. This is a meme for characters exploring the space defined by these power dynamics, without either party being forced into it against their will. It's a game, and the only winners are the ones who have a good time.

Of course, this being an RP meme, we can get a little surreal with it, too.

BDSM Rules. No outside enforcement of the dynamic; you just both agree to the rules. The safest version of this, because if you don't like what happens, you can just stop. For added fun, bring some costumes and role playing into it.
That's an Order. One of you is high enough status that the other can't freely disobey their orders. They wouldn't use that power against you, of course... but what if you asked them to?
Winner takes all. Like the first one, but with a PVP element. Have a fight, or a gamble, and wager yourself on the outcome. To the winner go the spoils, to do with as they please.
Hypnosis. Have you ever wanted to get hypnotized into being someone's sex toy? Now you can. Hypnosis is super real, and it puts you into a sort of trance that your partner can use to control you every thought.
Super Aphrodisiac. If you drink this, you'll be so overcome with lust that you won't be able to control yourself. What happens after that is out of your hands. Bottoms up.
Body control. The result of some kind of hypertech or magic ritual. For a fixed period of time, if your new master gives an order, your body will follow it automatically, with or without your permission. Depending on the version, they may even be able to control your sensitivity, or make you climax with a word.
Use your imagination. Got an idea along the theme that isn't on the list? Make up your own hook! I'm not your daddy.

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[A shitty motel room, a bottle of cheap whisky, and a violent cyborg who could snap his neck without trying. Ah, this is the life.]

[John tosses his trenchcoat onto the floor under the No Smoking sign, leans back against the doorframe, and lights a cigarette. Taking a long draw, he grins at his companion. Cable dwarfs him, all muscle and metal where John has the scrawny build of a Liverpool scrounger. Nothing new there, to be fair. John's always had a thing for people who could break him in half.]

C'mon, then, Tall-Dark-and-Moody. You going to stand there like a lemon, or you going to show me what all that muscle's for?

Who're you calling a fruit? [Cable's response is gruff and humorless, but he's joking. He pushes past John without a second glance. He doesn't often bring a visitor up to his hotel room, but there's something about John that just makes Cable.. frustrated? That seems obvious.

It's deeper. He wants to hear what he sounds like when he's unwound and needy and aching. A little bit of playing with his food and a lot of Cable having a type that drives him insane.

He sits on the edge of the bed, stiff and disciplined. Definitely not getting comfortable. But his eye is glowing, so he's interested.]

Put it out. Take your clothes off. Slowly.

Why don't you come over here and make me?

[He smirks, and takes a long drag of his cigarette - but he's only kidding. (Mostly.) As soon as he's got a good lungful, he stubs the cigarette out on the windowsill, levering himself upright and away from the doorframe.]

[The tie comes off first, and he wraps it around his hand thoughtfully as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly, just as requested, not taking his eyes off Cable or wiping the smirk off his face. His chest is largely hairless, muscles skinny but not slack, pale skin littered with tattoos. None of them are pictures; they're all magical symbols and circles, or what look like words written in various esoteric scripts. Despite the punk background, his tattoos do tend towards the functional.]

[He finally takes his eyes off Cable to bend over, unlacing his shoes and kicking them off. Then he glances up with that same crooked, don't-you-just-want-to-slap-me smile.]

There's no sexy way to take off socks. You ever notice that? Stockings, yeah. Socks? Can't be done.

[Cable doesn't answer the question, just stares long enough that John's moving again. He does have his captive interest, eyes raking over him as more and more of him is exposed.]

Yeah. [Cable answers, bored with his chatter. Apparently he's going to find a way to make it sexy, because he reaches forward and grabs John by the ankle. He's strong enough that it is effortless for him to yank his leg upward, making John's ass hit the carpet as he pulls his foot toward his chest.]

Too slow. [His fingers trace up John's leg, gentle in contrast to his last move. He curls his fingers under his socks and slowly drags it down his foot. He flicks it toward John's face without releasing it.]

Keep yammering and this goes in your mouth.

[John is not, at his core, a dignified man, and that is not a dignified yelp that escapes him when he hits the ground. His grin is back quickly, though, less sardonic and more hungry. Now they're cooking.]

You said slowly, arsehole.

[But beyond that, he does actually shut up, pointedly clamping his lips together. Leaning back where he sits, until he's almost lying on the carpet, he unbuckles his belt and starts on his fly. It's partly obedience, and partly the fact that his trousers are about to get a whole lot less comfortable.]

Yeah. Said it to you. [Flatly.

His hands span up John's calf, bunching his trouser pants up as his hands explore his skin. Then John undoes his pants, which means Cable can yank them gracelessly up his legs and toss them aside. Like he's a spoiled kid opening a present and tossing the wrapping paper.

He drops John's legs, shifting his hands to undo his own belt, own pants, but he doesn't take them off. His legs shift his weight forward, taking the buckle of his belt in his metal hand and slipping it off in a slow, fluid motion. He sits back.]

You gonna remind me why I brought you up here?

[He's winding the belt idly around his hand, giving John nothing. The question-- the direction-- it's deliberately vague. He wants to see what John chooses to do.]

Low standards and an empty dance card?

[He's glib as ever - it's a hard habit to break, under pressure - but his eyes follow the movements of Cable's hands with fascination, and there's a hungrier edge to his smirk. He's aware he's playing with fire, that look says, and he's looking to get burned.]

[He sits up, tugging down his briefs, and then moves surprisingly smoothly into naked and on his knees, tossing the underwear aside. He's more than halfway hard, uncut cock slouching slightly less than the rest of him. He gestures to Cable's crotch.]

If I go for that without asking, how likely am I to lose a hand?

[Cable entertains the glibness with a laugh that is humourless and unamused. He pulls the belt taut around his hand, he doesn't need to say anything for John to know why he's keeping it on hand.

He shifts his weight back, making it very apparent he's hard under his trunks. It's tempting to be withholding (since John is clearly here to push boundaries), but ultimately he wants his dick sucked. That's why he's here.

John's only affirmation will be Cable beckoning for him to come closer and a wider spread of his legs to invite the man between them.]

[It's more than enough. However sarcastic he might be about it, they are both here for the same thing: Cable wants his dick sucked, and John wants to suck it. Simple, at the core of things.]

[(He also wants to see that belt come into play. He wants to be put in his place, to have all the cockiness stripped away from him in a way he can't bring himself to do alone, to be put into that space where for a few moments he can't help but be sincere. He wants a lot of things. But sometimes, you have to go for one thing at a time.)]

[He shuffles forwards, feeling the cheap carpet under his knees, and leans in to free Cable's cock with one hand, the other reaching down to cradle his balls. There's no point in further foreplay, so he ducks his head and immediately wraps his lips around the head, sucking lightly as he slowly lowers his mouth down over the shaft. Half a century of experience hasn't gone to waste. He clearly knows what he's doing.]

[John doesn't need to wait long to figure out what the belt is for. When he wraps his lips around Cable's cock, the belt unloops down alongside his head. It winds around his neck, slipping through the buckle so Cable can squeeze it tighter.

His other hand grips John's hair, forcing his cock up his mouth and throat by shoving him downward. He exhales, groaning low in his throat and letting John know he's doing good. So far.]

I remember why I picked you now, big mouth.

[This is where a sensible person would have made sure there was a safeword, or some sort of signal, or something like that. John is not a sensible person, and doesn't seek them out.]

[He coughs, between the cock in his throat and the belt around it, and his shoulders spasm, but he doesn't try to pull away - not just because he's pretty sure he couldn't. This is exactly what he was after, and there's something in these moments, in these blindingly breathless and helpless moments, that washes away all the thoughts and all the guilt and all the horrors of the world in favour of lust and survival.]

[He presses his tongue up, squeezing Cable's cock a little tighter against the roof of his mouth, and holds back the gag reflex he's had decades to train himself out of. His own cock is rock-hard by now, almost as red as his face.]

Yes, Master~

Consensual Control

hopefully this works, if not lmk and i can edit as needed

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SORRY FOR THE WAIT i am still invested!!!

no worries! I'm happy to wait.

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god i do NOT have good icons for this thread

i'm lucky i have 300 icons of cable going :|

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