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Extreme Kink

For many of those kinks that aren't covered by the other kink memes.
WARNING: WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERS, READ WITH CAUTION.

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DOMINANCE (1)
1. Forced orgasm/orgasm denial - Maybe making your partner beg for it. Maybe making them beg you to stop.
2. Breathplay - When you control even how they breathe.
3. Sensory deprivation - So they perceive nothing but your touch.
4. Dub-con - Whether they like it or not.
5. Non-con - They definitely don’t like it. You don’t care.
6. Somnophilia - While you were sleeping...
7. Fisting - Inside them past the wrist.
8. Mind Control - Congratulations: you have powers of hypnosis, or telepathy. All the better to subdue your partner.
9. Master/slave or master/pet dynamics - You own them, and everything they are.
10. Piercings/tattoos/branding/scarification - Leaving a permanent mark.
11. Humiliation - Someone deserves to be taken down a peg or two.
12. Aftercare - You’ve exhausted them. Time to bathe, cuddle, and put them back together again.

GENDERPLAY (2)
1. Forced feminization/masculinization - Who’s a good little girl?
2. Pegging/Femdom - because guys aren’t the only ones who can bend someone over a desk and fuck ‘em.
3. Breast expansion - Hmm, let’s make a few adjustments here...
4. Pregnancy, fertilization, breeding - You just can’t wait to have a child.
5. Human cattle/livestock - Milking, feeding, mucking ‘em out.
6. Bimbo/slut transformation - They only exist to fuck. Preferably to fuck you.

VIOLENCE (3)
1. Bloodplay - Mmmm. Tastes like pennies.
2. Vore - Who’s hungry?
3. Mutilation - including castration, amputation, evisceration

ANATOMY (4)
1. Watersports - A golden shower.
2. Xenophilia, tentacles - Maybe you’re a little too fond of alien anatomy. Or maybe aliens are a little too fond of you...
3. Inflation - You’ve taken so much that you’re swollen.
4. Sounding - Slide it right down the center of his cock.
5. Medical kink - Oh, doctor, I have a terrible problem...
6. Enemas - To clean you out everywhere.
7. Extreme size difference - possibly even anatomically impossible sex
8. Multiple penetration - As many as you can take.

AGEPLAY (5)
1. Age difference - May-December
2. Extreme age difference - ...February-December?
3. Underage sex - They might not know what they’re doing, but they’ll try.
4. Virginity - Time to deflower one partner or another.

OTHER (6)
1. Fucking machines - When human stamina just isn’t enough
2. Ritualistic sex - a religious sacrifice, a cult demand.
3. Gangbang - They’re all here, and they all want you.
4. Multiple - Pick two of the above.
5. Multiple multiple - pick 3-5 of the above.
6. Challenge - Include 5+ of the above.
7. Wild card - Don’t like any of the options? Come up with your own!

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[ Giulio wastes very little time in driving the blade into the tender muscle of Homare's thigh, holding him tightly with the other hand. He inhales deeply as he does so, anticipating the faces that his newest victim may make.

He likes it like this, you see... because he can take his time... he can have a little fun without being called back. ]

「 This is certainly someone he doesn't want to provoke, though he won't give Giulio the satisfaction of making a sound of it, even. That knife plunges into his flesh without eliciting so much as a whimper for him, though Homare's broken out in a cold sweat, swallowing back his fear and his panic as he tears his gaze away from the wound— 」 Why…

[ The people in Zodion are so insistent upon not giving him a reaction. But he can make the pain worse. A lot worse. This is nothing, in fact.

Giulio changes his grip on his knife so he can drag it through Homare's skin across his thigh and inward, dangerously close to his inner thigh. Dangerously close to his groin for that matter. He can feel cloth and flesh cutting, and he can see the blood from over the other's shoulder. It makes his breath shaky and excited... it's hard to hold back but he needs this one to last.

No harm in warning him though. ] Do you know... what will happen if I cut this artery here?

That's enough! 「 That came out a little more sharply than he'd liked—blame it on the stress, on well, getting sliced up like that and being unable to do anything about it except to— 」

I–I can call for help. They can still hear us from over here. 「 Can't they? Even with all their revelry, surely…the Aldebaran has thin walls…

Okay, deep breaths, trying not to act as if he's quaking in fear at the thought of it (he is)— 」

I don't understand…

[ He stops slicing close to Homare's femoral artery to hold the knife up against his throat instead. The blade presses firmly enough to cut into the skin a bit. ]

I can change that...

[ Very quickly.

Would Homare like that? Giulio bites down against his ear as if to ask that very thing. His free hand curves around the other male's body until it scrapes across his bloodied thigh, smearing it with a shudder of delight. ]

「 How many more ways can Homare blame himself for this? He's always been so frustratingly weak and helpless and vulnerable that he's probably easy pickings for anybody.

And he's disgusted with himself for this, though blessedly Giulio doesn't give him much time to dwell on that. His heart must've stopped then when he can feel that uncanny moisture welling up from his throat, time must've stopped then and there since he finds that he can't do anything else for it.

But his breath still comes, shakily, as he tries to think of how to reply to that. Weakly, very weakly, 」 No…

[ He thought the answer would be something like that...

Giulio takes his knife and keeps it pressed hard against his newest victim's neck, dragging him back further into the kitchen. The more hidden they are from the door, the better. Then he pulls that knife away only to slide the blade over the other male's chest, ripping through his shirt in the process. ]

「 Relax Kanakubo, he can still survive this. Somehow. If only he can just reach… 」

Nnh—wait! 「 Just what the hell does he think he's doing? You can't put a knife to a guy's throat and then just undress him like tha—

Well he has no choice but to shrink back against Giulio, as far away from that knife as is possible without completely snapping his trapped arm altogether. 」

[ Clothes only get in the way. If he's going to drag this out and have fun, he can't have those in the way.

... Which is why he tugs harshly on the long cut he made, ripping Homare's shirt out of the way. This reveals a beautiful canvas for him to work with, and he does, making repeated shallow cuts along Homare's stomach.

Ah yes and when he's leaning back against Giulio like that, he may be able to feel that he's getting hard, particularly when he gets the blood to splatter just right. ]

「 In a kitchen of all places—! Everyone's out there, waiting for the next course and someone has to come to his rescue soon, right? Right?

At least shallow cuts are better than the ones at his thigh and hands, though he almost wants to pull away when feeling that familiar little bump behind him and he doesn't know if it's another curse from the gods or something else entirely. Either way it'll fuck up his impression of Giulio after all this is over.

If he survives, that is. Homare's certainly been keeping as still as possible, though he's already breaking out in a cold sweat as he fights back any whimpers welling up in his throat. He can't give Giulio the satisfaction of that, at least. He just can't. 」

[ Who cares about impressions anyway? Not Giulio. They call him the Mad Dog at home with good reason, so he'll roll with that. And really, Homare? Really? Not even the smallest of whimpers? How disappointing.

It's no god trick that's got him excited, fervently cutting each little notch right into the skin. But it's not enough yet to get him really into it. He needs more. That's why he decides to drive the knife right into Homare's stomach. It misses any important bits of him of course, but it's no shallow wound. ]

「 That earns him a strangled little yelp as Homare doubles over (as best as he can given his position). Other than that though, his body goes still from the shock of it, and—how do you even respond to that?

He doesn't even know if it was blood soaking his pants or something else, but he wants so badly to clutch at his stomach and hope that it isn't lethal. Pain sears through his body, that all-too-vulnerable stomach of his feels like it's burning, as if its acids are already seeping through to the rest of him and it just…hurts. 」

[ That's better than nothing. But Giulio pushes the knife in firmly and grabs onto Homare's shoulder with the other hand, harshly pulling him to stand up straight. No doubt that didn't feel good on the fresh wound either.

He pants, gripping the blade as he roughly pulls it to the side, making the wound a little bit deeper before he yanks it out all together. When blood begins to drip down over his hand, that's when he truly gets excited. If Homare could see his face, he would see his eyes heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed as he grinds up against the other hard. ]

Ah— 「 Well that…might've opened up his stomach in ways he'd rather not think about, but there's that terrible burst of pain and he manages to stop himself short of elbowing Giulio for all he's worth, instead he sags against him, breathing hard and watching the blood stream and stain his clothes in an almost frighteningly detached manner.

And he certainly hasn't forgotten this sick bastard's actually getting off of this as he tries to pull away again—or at least angle his hips as far away from his as possible. 」

[ Giulio doesn't need Homare's hips against his to get off. The blood is doing plenty on its own. And he isn't above having his way with a dead body if Homare would rather have it that way.

Just saying.

Did this boy learn his lesson yet? That he shouldn't keep from making beautiful faces or heavenly sounds of pain and anguish and horror... It's the only thing Giulio ever asked for.

He gets tired of being behind the other though, and eventually twirls him around, pressing him back up against a counter so he can lean against his body and allow the blood to smear against them both. The look on his face is not human as he grinds his hips, holding the knife to Homare's neck once again as he does so. No interruptions now, kiddo. ]

「 And it's still the last thing Homare would've given him, not when he's been raised to maintain his composure no matter what, and he'd only clutched at Giulio's shoulders to maintain his balance and keep the other as far away from him as possible. Even despite the pain he's acutely aware of the blade across his neck, and he's finding it difficult to swallow as he looked with horror to the other's eyes and what they're even doing that's somehow worse than if Guilio had only murdered him outright.

So he keeps still, letting Giulio have his way with him and trying not to think about how that's turning him on. 」

[ Normally he would kill someone outright ... if it was an order. But this, this is just for fun. He can do whatever he likes. And if Homare is going to keep insisting not to wince or cry or do something interesting, Giulio can just cause him more pain. Like sticking his fingers into the stomach wound he'd created while he continues to rub up against Homare's body.

He digs his fingers in deep, pressing the knife tightly against the boy's throat, threatening to end it all with one precise movement of his arm or perhaps to merely do something to drag it all out even longer. ]

「 Guilio's picked the wrong one for that, then. Taurus aren't exactly renowned so much for being interesting lovers as they are very enduring ones.

And endure he does now, biting his lip as he's being finger-fucked in the stomach, fighting back the moisture welling up in his eyes and the whimper scrambling up his throat as his whole body screams in pain as if it's being torn apart in the slowest way possible, but all the same the blood flows down and his breathing gets shallower and shallower, sweat beading at his forehead though he can feel only a chill.

Is it disgust, from their proximity and his…questionable tastes? Or is it arousal that he's fighting back down there—not screams of pain, but of delight? Only one way to find out… 」

[ Even when dying? Pity.

But Giulio doesn't remove his fingers yet. He continues to agitate the deep would that he created by moving deeper until all of his fingers are coated thick in blood. That bring his own voice to come out in an overly excited laugh as he drags his hand back out, smearing it down Homare's stomach and against his hip bone and then bringing it to his lips.

He relieves the knife from against the other's neck but presses his weight firmly against the boy to keep him from any ideas of escape. Both hands go down to rip the button open on Homare's pants and yank them down. He breathes heavily as he grinds their hips together hard. ]

What are you doing? 「 Reacting now of all times, but the knife being gone does embolden him so, and he sees an opening to try to grab at Giulio's wrists to keep it from getting any further and possibly discovering that he's…

Not the point. Guilio's making him sick, in a similarly sickeningly attractive way and whether he likes it or not, his stupid, traitorous body is reacting to the contact and it's all he can do to keep his hips from bucking against him. 」

[ There is no answer to that. Either Giulio doesn't care or he just can't even hear Homare right now. Both could be very likely. He does, however, react to his wrists being grabbed at. His own movements quick, he snatches up Homare's hand with one of his own and jams his knife into the wrist with the other.

No no, we don't interrupt this process.

He leaves the knife there, holding the other's hands firmly and out of the way. He'd wanted to stick his hands down those pants but it seems that he can't do so yet. Mercilessly grinding up against that counter will have to do. ]

「 But that unfortunate position they're in will give Giulio a good view of perfectly healed hands, though. Whoops.

Also that horrible feeling of a knife scraping against bone, though other than that he's pretty concerned about how much blood he just lost from his stomach alone (and who knows what else) and he doesn't know how much more he's losing with his heart pounding with a frantic, panicked beat and it's all he can do not to lash out again. Struggling's not a good idea. Okay, Giulio's got him there, but he's not out of options yet.

Which means a tiny little moan finally falls out of his lips as they grind together, and he almost finds himself rolling his hips back to match him. 」

[ At least he's made plenty of other marks that won't be getting healed until Giulio is good and done with this body. He's willing to be less angered by that one little mishap.

He moans from deep within his throat once Homare rolls his hips back. The good thing about live bodies is that they can do things like that. And it's surprisingly nice. He will check if that little move is a sign that this one isn't going to try anything stupid again by releasing the hand without the knife stuck in it. He moves his fingers over the stomach wound again and then down the flat of Homare's stomach and into the front of his pants and underwear, giving him a squeeze. ]

「 If giving in's what will get him to stop and more importantly let Homare get some medical attention then so be it. His face is still red enough from the strange reality of what they're doing and he doesn't know Guilio's game, but fine, he'll play it anyway.

A strangled groan at the squeeze, and, 」 Tch— 「 straining against the other as he reluctantly thrusts his hips back against the other's, and he uses his free hand to brace himself against the counter and pointedly looks away with a frown that's beginning to crumble into a pained, weepy mess. 」

[ That's the kind of face he likes to see. He reaches up to retrieve his knife again, tracing it from Homare's throat down along his ribs as if trying to decide which part of him to carve up next.

Meanwhile he gives Homare another squeeze before moving his hand out again. He has to pull the other's pants further out of the way and then unbutton his own pants and jerk them down just enough to free his own erection that's been building since that first splatter of fresh blood.

The knife presses threatening against Homare's chest between two ribs, breaking the skin a little bit. ]

Look...at me....

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