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The HURT ME Meme
For kinks of pain: physical and emotional.

WARNING: Prompts will contain sexual and violent content and triggers. Click with caution!

THE PHYSICAL:
1 - Slapping. Bare-handed: including spanking, face-slapping.
2 - Flogging. With a leather flog, as soft or hard as you want.
3 - Breathplay. Cut off their oxygen.
4 - Beating (soft). Leaving bruises and marks.
5 - Waxplay. Feels like a burn, but isn't.
6 - Biting. Use your teeth.
7 - Gunplay. It might be the hurt, or the threat of it.
8 - Bloodplay (soft). Just a few cuts…
9 - Sexual exhaustion. Forcing them just a little too far, until it hurts more than it feels good.
10 - Suspension. Bind them so they can't (or can only barely) touch the ground, and wait for it to do its trick.
11 - Dubious consent. Don't know if they want it or not.
12 - OTHER.

THE EMOTIONAL:
1 - Loss. You've taken away something they care about deeply, perhaps destroyed it - or killed someone close to them.
2 - Rejection. All they want is you. Best to crush their feelings into the dust.
3 - Humiliation. Take away their pride.
4 - Punishment. They've done wrong. Time to let them know exactly how.
5 - Revenge. They've hurt you personally, and you want to hurt them back.
6 - Deception. Use the truth, or a lie, to make them hurt.
7 - OTHER.

THE HEAVY:
1 - Beating (hard). Draw blood, leave scars.
2 - Whipping. As hard as you want.
3 - Choking. The hard side of breathplay.
4 - Burning/Branding. Leave your marks.
5 - Fisting. The whole hand.
6 - Oversize Penetration. Double, triple, or just larger than they can take.
7 - Mutilation.
8 - Amputation.
9 - Vore.
10 - Guro.
11 - Non-con. They don't want it, but you'll force the issue.
12 - OTHER.

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Billy finds it hard to sit still. His hips sway into the thrust, breath catching as the toy twists and his muscles tighten around the toy almost on reflex, wanting to feel it deeper again. He licks his lips and tilts his head down to look at Daken.

"Mm... would you like it done sometime?" Because Billy might be totally up for that. It was just as fun pushing as being pushed.

As for the BDSM mention-- "What did you like to do there?"

Edited (Phone tags, oops. ) 2015-01-20 20:08 (UTC)

He pushes to bury it deep once more, finally to the hilt. "Maybe not this size, my body won't adjust like yours does." One of the down sides of healing so fast.

Daken traces up Billy's cock with a fingertip. 'Like' probably wouldn't have been the term he used, but it had been an educational experience none the less. "I preferred to dom to men and submit to women." most men tended to get a little too excitable once they realized he could heal any damage done to him.

The toy comes out in a slow slide and he removes it completely, leaving Billy aching and empty so he can circle his rim with lube-slick fingers, adding just a little more before pressing the thick tip of the dildo back into him, and this time it goes in hard.

He groans when the toy is finally buried as deep as it can go, arching slightly as he adjusts. If he can adjust. "Mm-- good thing Loki is pretty well stocked on sizes, I guess," he pants, voice a little strained, rough.

Even that brush of a finger against him was enough to have him shivering, hips swaying up on their own as he sought more friction. "What did you enjoy doing when you were the dom then? Seems kinda relevant right now?"

And it helped to take his mind off the fact that he'd likely be begging to come right now, as on edge as he feels. He's not sure, but he doesn't think that option is on the table just yet, with the way Daken seems to be amusing himself with the toy. Having it slide out entirely was almost worse than having it deep as it could go. It left him empty and wanting. Not that he was kept that way for long, not with fingers teasing at tender, oversensitive skin -- fuck.

Whatever conversation he'd tried to keep going was just gone in a rush of pleasure and pain that bordered on just too much, that had him crying out and jerking against that tie, arching. But that's how he likes it, when it's hard to decide if it feels good or bad but he wants it all the same.

He mulls the question over for a moment, because sometimes it's difficult to decide exactly why he enjoyed certain things, if just for the novelty of doing it because he could.

"It's a power trip, I suppose. Taking all the control out of one person's hands and putting them in the hands of another." Even if it was mostly an illusion. Some people just needed to let go.

Daken shifts to get a better grip on the base, using the toy to fuck him properly, long deep strokes at an increasing pace, his free hand pressing down on Billy's stomach to keep him pinned down.

"I--" Fuck. Fuck-- he's not sure he can handle it, but all the same he wants to--

It's so hard to even think straight when Daken starts to fuck him in earnest with that toy, let alone speak. He bites at his lower lip hard, unable to really move with the pressure of Daken's hand bearing down on him like that, even though his body twitches and jerks of its own accord.

"Yes..." Whether he was agreeing that it was nice sometimes, giving up control or taking it, or just that he wanted more of what was happening... it didn't seem to matter that much at the moment. Probably both.

Daken doesn't let up on him, eyes lingering over the kid's straining form, muscles taut and skin damp with a light sheen of sweat. He releases his hip and catches his forearm under one of Billy's knees, pushing his leg up to his chest as he leans over him, changing the angle to lift his hips and spread open him up wider to the nearly brutal rhythm he sets.

There's a protest at that that slips free before he can stop it. The way he's moved makes it feel that much more intense, makes it feel like that toy is going even deeper and there's a wild moment where Billy wonders just what he got himself into.

But even with the protesting noise, there's no safe word yet. He's not too far gone to not remember it, even under the brutal pace Daken's set. "Ah--" He lets out a whimper despite himself. "God-- slower."

And damn if it wasn't part of the thrill to think that Daken really didn't have to slow down if he didn't want, that he'd sort of given him free rein to do as he wanted.

"You can take it." He assures him, but he does slow, if only a little, drawing the toy back to pump it in him with shallower motions, positioning it to drag it more firmly over his prostate, making sure to abuse that spot with each thrust.

Billy squirms again, as much as he can with the way he's being held, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as pleasure shoots along his nerves with each drag of that toy. He'd be embarrassed later to be reduced to not much more than desperate pleas and deep groans of pleasure.

The stop isn't sudden, but he does slow for a few more long, deep thrusts before pulling the toy free to set aside in favor of grabbing Billy's phone again. It's about time for a photo update or two.

"I'm going to untie you, then I want you on your knees." His voice is lower, an edge of command to it in a tone he hasn't used with Billy before. Daken reaches to tug the knot loose and free his wrists.

"Nnh--" He huffs, feeling flushed and overheated, aching when the toy is pulled away and he's left with what's an uncomfortable emptiness that almost takes away from the relief of getting a break. He has half the mind to stay right where he is, honestly, and at least catch his breath and get himself together.

That command goes straight to his cock that almost has him whimpering again. He bites back on it though and shifts slowly, carefully up on to trembling knees and hands. "Why?"

"Because I told you to." He rubs up along the backs of those trembling thighs, petting over his ass before he dips fingers between his cheeks to rub over that stretched, slick hole. Daken delves two into him for a moment, then lets his touch wanders lower to rub and knead his balls, full and tight with how close to the edge he is.

"Don't move." He gives his ass a smack in parting as he goes over to get something else from the collection.

"That's not really an answer..." But he doesn't really care either. He's so on edge, so close, all he really cares about is one thing right now. His head hangs, a moan escaping his lips as Daken moves from his ass to his balls next, hands tightening on the sheets beneath them.

"Don't worry, not going anywhere," he mutters, even as he gives a small jerk at the whack. He turns his head, watching Daken curiously.

"What next?"

"It's a perfectly good answer.. and you'll just have to wait and see." He doesn't leave him waiting too long, and he tosses another toy down on the bed before kneeling behind Billy again.

Daken rubs a hand down his back again, pressing his palm against the small of it. "Spread your legs more."

Billy tries to look back and see what the next toy is as he spreads his legs wider, wondering just what's coming next and if he just got himself in way over his head here. "Like this?"

"It's not that bad." He assures him, because he can pick up that uncertainty, his scent a heady mix of arousal, desperation and unease. "Relax."

The next dildo is thick, but not as thick as the last, slippery with more lube and surprisingly pliable in texture. It goes in deep, widening a bit before narrowing out like a plug to fit snug in place. He leaves it there for a moment, kneading one of Billy's cheeks under a warm palm. His other hand is occupied for a moment, and it becomes clear pretty quick that toy he picked is the inflatable sort.

He does relax a little at those words and it really doesn't feel as thick this time around. He lets himself relax further, eyes drifting shut as Daken kneads at him -- though it's followed by a low noise when he realizes just what that other hand is up to.

"How big does this one go?" Bigger than the last? He can certain feel it expanding inside of him and he can't help but shift a little bit.

"Bigger than you can take, I imagine." Daken gives the end of the toy a tap and tug, shifting it more, filling Billy with it.

He leans over his back, fingers trailing over his hip to palm his cock against his stomach.

Billy arches as the toy moves inside of him, hands tightening in the sheets until his knuckles turn white just to keep from pushing into Daken's other hand. "I'm close..."

And he wants to come so bad right now that he's practically willing to take anything if it gets him what he wants.

"I know." But he doesn't let him have it, he just keeps pressing that toy into him, rocking it slowly with the building pressure while his fingers close around his cock to finally stroke him, knowing that ring will do it's job and how much the kid must ache.

Billy lets out this disgruntled noise as he lets himself go down on to his elbows. It's easier to hold himself like this right now, easier to let his forehead tip against the mattress and bite at his lower lip to keep quiet. He's asked for this, but god-- this sort of denial was still hard to deal with.

"Nnh--" He does try to shift away from that hand at his cock -- it's not exactly relief when he's impossibly hard and practically hurting to get that release he's craving, but it's not a relief to have Daken's hand on him when he knows it won't get him what he wants either.

And Daken is in no hurry at all, because he can easily draw it out for several more agonizing minutes before finally moving to release Billy's cock and press his hips down into the mattress. He deflates the toy enough to move it easier, angling it down to thrust into him properly, slow and easy that builds to hard and punishing.

There's a protesting groan when he's pushed down into the mattress, the added pressure against his cock practically making him whimper. He strains and squirms as he's fucked with that toy gradually harder and this time, he's sure he's going to go out of his mind or -- fuck, he doesn't even know. His mind is misfiring all over the place, heart racing as he draws in desperate breaths between broken cries that he keeps trying to stop but can't. It feels good and it hurts and he's so deep into it, so wrapped up in it...

Feeling this out of control really shouldn't feel this amazing, but it sort of does. Even the torturous part of being denied and the way his body aches--

"Please... please--" The words are high and desperate. "How much more--" How much more can he really expect him to take? Was he really going to push him until he finally broke?

"Just a little." he soothes, because he knows Billy can take it, he's young and can recover quick, and there's no real damage being done, just agonizing bliss and exhaustion. So no, he doesn't yield, but he also doesn't plan on taking him as far as needing that safe-word, he just wants to bring him too close.

Daken just leaves him to writhe and beg, keeping him pinned against the sheets with a firm hand between his shoulderblades, fucking that toy into him with deep, thrusts, unrelentless until he's nearly shaking apart beneath him.

And beg Billy does -- it's all he can do. He doesn't even think Loki's ever pushed him this far, made him suffer this long -- and it is. Even the sweetest suffering is still suffering. He trembles and muffles every noise that rises up into the bed beneath him because it's so embarrassing and pathetic sounding at this point.

He practically wants to sob even time that toy goes in at just the right angle to hit his prostate.