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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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"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.

He only pushes a little more, burying the toy to the hilt and leaning over him to wrap an arm around his waist, a solid heat against his back as his teeth catch the curve of his shoulder then the sweaty nape of his neck-- claiming him like a damn animal.

His hand finally slips down, curling around his dick, sliding to the base to free him of the ring, then gripping to pump him with a few hard strokes.

The bite makes him gasp and jolt back against Daken. He can't even get a word out beyond another desperate, shameless noise--

And then finally. The pressure of that ring is gone and it doesn't take much more than that before Billy comes harder than he thinks is even possible. It's intense, the pleasure washing over him and making him writhe even more until he's left boneless and exhausted beneath Daken, drawing in heavy breaths.

"Daken--"

He strokes Billy through it, holding on to him, milking every last drop of that orgasm from him until the sheets beneath his hips are soaked with it.

"I don't think I've ever heard my name from you." Just a curious observation. He pulls the toy out with some care, discarding it to the side as he moves to climb up and settle his back against the headboard. Then moves to pull Billy up to rest against him rather than leaving him shaking and exhausting in his own mess.

He groans when he's moved. He's sore and exhausted -- and that feels like so much effort even if Daken is the one pulling him up. It's nice to settle in against him though, to get a brief break from everything.

"Mnh... really?" He tilts his head back to look at him, lips curling up slightly in a tired smile. "I'm half-surprised I got any word out, let alone a name."

"Who knew there was something that could finally shut you up." His tone edges on teasing as he slides his fingers back through Billy's hair while his free hand pets down his chest lazily.

He lets out a huff at that, though it's hardly serious. "You know I'm going to remember that one, right?"

Not that he's particularly inclined to take any sort of revenge while Daken was touching him like that. He tips back against those fingers through his hair and lets his eyes drift shut.

"I should be so worried." He rubs his fingers against the kid's scalp, petting. He doesn't expect much of a protest since he's nearly boneless in his lap.

"Mhm..." He's still shaking a little, now that the rush is wearing off and that exhaustion is even more apparent, but if he could-- he'd probably be purring at the touches.

"You seemed to be thinking of ways to get me louder, you know, so I don't think you mind me talking all that much..."

He trails his hand down the back of his neck, thumbing over the raised skin that his teeth had left behind. "I think prefer you moaning and begging."

There's a hitch to his breath when his thumb brushes over that bite, Billy's head tipping forward. "Mm, you made that sort of obvious earlier. I wasn't sure you were actually going to let up on me or not."

"You could take it." He leans his head down to gently nudge his lips against the blossoming bruise.

"I guess I could..." He lets out a soft chuckle and tips his head forward a little bit.

"That's a really impressive mark, isn't it?"

"It's one of my better ones." He murmurs against the skin, then shifts to simply hook his chin over Billy's shoulder, arms folding loosely around his waist.