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THE FORCED ORGASM MEME

The art of the active partner forcing their submissive to involuntary orgasms regardless of any restraint given. The idea is to push your partner to their absolute limits, until they beg for it to stop and push them some more until they have reached another state, until everything is a blur of emotions and feelings where they don't know what is up and what is down.

You decide how you go about it. Is it one orgasm after another or will you tease them to the edge and back before allowing each one? Will you keep going until they're sore and crying for a break or keep going and make them experience more pleasure than they ever thought possible? It's entirely in your hands tonight.

Stimulation can be done manually by hand, through vibrators place against the clitoris, internally for vaginal stimulation (or prostate for men), through sex (if you have the stamina), or even with fucking machines (for the adventurous!).

+ Post your character's name | series | any preferences you might have.
+ others go to RNG and respond.
+ Play nice! If someone is uncomfortable with something, then work out something else to do.

1. Manual Stimulation - Use your fingers to bring your partner off.
2. Toys - vibrators, dildos, g-spot and prostate stimulators. The possibilities are endless!
3. Sex - Test both of your stamina.
4. Oral - Show them how magical a mouth can be.
5. Machine - For the bold, let's let a machine do all the work. They never get soft or wear out!
6. Combo - Include multiple forms of stimulation.

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[ooc: no machines, please]

[prose preferred]

[No need to roll, I'll be doing combo. I prefer not to use machines.]

Edited 2012-08-03 07:05 (UTC)

Charles brought out the most interesting new uses for Erik's abilities. Things he had never even considered as possibilities before the telepath. But Erik had a few creative ideas of his own, and this was one he was pleased to say was wholly his creation.

The restraints had been the easy part. The decorative curling metal design of the bed frame, twisted to wrap around Charles' limbs. Holding him stretched out and pinned for Erik's convenience. The challenge had been molding and bending the handful of metal scraps in his pocket. Smoothing and forming them until they were seamless.

A quirk of his fingers and the metal 'toy' twisted and moved in Charles' body. Erik's concentration almost wholly on the movements of his creation and the reactions they pulled from Charles. He had not touched the other mutant once with his own hands this evening. Even removing his clothes- metal in the zipper and belt. Charles' now ruined cardigan missing more than a few buttons now from the rough treatment of the bed frame 'arms'.

Through it all, Erik watched from the chair he had not moved from since Charles joined him. Pale eyes intent and focused.

Charles has had more than a handful of bed mates who liked things a little rough, but this was entirely different. Then again he'd never been with anyone quite like Erik before now. Someone who could so easily make sex and the experience a whole new ball park of experimentation.

And Charles did encourage him to test his powers after all. Why not like this?

Stretched across the bed, limbs pulled tight and held by the metal frame of said bed, all he can do is squirm as Erik penetrates his body with the toy he'd made using his powers, gasping at the cool feel of it inside him. It was nothing like the metal bender himself, who was warm and bigger the toy, but it was still very intriguing and has his body reacting.

"Ah... a little quicker... please--" His voice is soft, begging, needing more, but he didn't want to sound too needy yet. Just a small request for more simulation. Fingers curl tight into fists above his head, arms caught by metal, having ruined his nice cardigan. He would make a valid complaint against the treatment of his clothing after this was through.

Erik kept back the smirk that threatened to break at the comment. He kept his expression calm and focused. He liked to press Charles. Test his powers and the telepath's, as well.

The toy sped up, moving faster, the metal vibrating slightly, though he still had work to do on figuring out that particular trick. He pressed it deeper, worked it further into the telepath's body.

The only sign of a change in Erik's reactions was the dart of his tongue wetting his lips. Like a predator watching his prey. He curled his fingers, manipulated the toy, shifting position and speed, keeping the movements unpredictable and fast. Then, without warning he slowed it down. Long, slow dragging thrusts. Each one a fraction slower than the last.

And then Erik did grin.

"I'm sorry, Charles. What was that?

It had been months since the beach and Cuba, since he had been crippled and Erik had left along with Raven, Angel and Shaw's associates. And during that time they had gained back one of their lost, Darwin. Understandably what had happened to Darwin had taken him quite some time to adapt to, and once he had he'd managed to find them, come to stay with Charles and the others and had been a great companion for the telepath.

Alex and Hank did their best to be helpful, but most of the time both of them were quite uncomfortable with the more... private things Charles needed help taking care of. Darwin seemed ready to help without seeming at all bothered by any of it. And while it had taken Charles some time to get used to it, he had come to welcome Darwin's help, even if he still tried to be stubborn and do things on his own.

They had gotten to know one another much more than they had prior, having dinner together while playing a game of chess, talking about the future of the school Charles intended to have up and running for mutants as soon as he felt capable of handling it. And there were nights that Charles desired... more from him. But being as he was now, he was not quite as confident in requesting such attention from someone else, especially not after losing Erik. It was still sore for him, but Darwin was important to him now as well and so this night when Darwin walks with him to his room after their game of chess, stopping to say goodnight and offer him help into bed, Charles will nod, and allow him into his room as he had so many times.

But this time it wasn't just for his help. Once the door closes he'll wheel his chair over to the side of his bed and look over to the other mutant.

"I'm not so sure I'm ready for bed quite yet, though I would like you to stay with me... I you will." He's not being blatant about it, but he wonders if Darwin is catching his drift.

"I believe that I require your company longer than you may have thought, if you do not mind me being so demanding."

Erik gives him what he wants, the toy pressing further into him, faster and his head falls back groaning. Eyes fall shut as his body arches up, as little as it can, into the toy working in and out of him, trying to get more. And Erik keeps it interesting as well, not settling on just one speed or position, changing it up a little here and there which had the telepath's mouth slightly ajar as he panted, a soft moan following suit.

Cardigan pulled open from Erik's powers earlier, it leaves his stomach exposed, muscles jumping and moving as he's fucked. His cock is soft against the inside of his thigh, but it's hardening slowly from the attention being paid to his insides and he's really getting into it when Erik plays the tease, slowing the thrusts of the toy to a crawl, and it seemed to get even slower with each thrust. At his question, Charles can only groan in frustration.

"Erik--" Blue eyes open and he'll look at him, a look that says what he wants. He's not going to beg. He won't. Well, not too much at least. After all he had said please already.

Darwin's been around a while-- longer than most people realize, given his youthful appearance. He's been through a lot in his life, and others tend to agree that it's left him surprisingly.. well, zen about things, so that's probably at least one reason he's a good fit for Charles. He takes it all in stride, and he does his best to give Charles the room and independence he needs while still being there to help him, quiet and accepting.

He'd had to be taught chess. Before Charles and Erik, he'd lived here and there, but never in great places-- in slums, run-down streets in run-down neighborhoods, moving every decade or so to keep people from noticing he wasn't aging. --Still, he'd picked the game up quickly enough, and though he still doesn't give Charles the kind of challenge Erik did, he's getting there.

Tonight, he'd turned the radio on, finding a blues station during their game, and he's still humming quietly under his breath as he steps into the other man's room, closing the door lightly behind them. The humming stops as the other man speaks, and for a moment, he simply stares, startled by the invitation. Is Charles really asking--?

Oh. Oh, yes, he is.

He blinks, then abruptly smiles, crossing toward the other man in a few steps and leaning down for a swift, still-chaste kiss, warm and affectionate. "Charles, I wish you'd be a little more demanding, sometimes."

Despite his attempts at a controlled outward appearance, he knows how easily Charles could see how much this new test of his powers was affecting him. For Erik, it wasn't just some shaped metal toy in Charles' body. He could feel every atom of that metal thrumming at his command. The way Charles' body warmed the metal. He even fancied he could feel the slide of that soft give with each thrust of the toy he'd designed just for Charles.

It was a highly erotic experience, having that much control over the metal within the telepath. Knowing what he could do, feeling what it was doing to Charles. It was perfect.

His pulse had sped up, and the metal bender shifted uncomfortably. Still clothed in fabric that was becoming too warm and too constricting. But he ignored that. His self control well practiced. His mind set and determined. And everything started to fall apart with Charles' moan. The twitch and writhing movements of his restrained body.

But it was the way Charles looked at him when he said Erik's name that had the manipulator of metal's heart leaping to a new rhythm. He shifted forward in his seat, unable to keep the hunger from his eyes when he sped the toy back up. Faster and more deliberate than it had been before. Finding the angles and pressure that brought reactions and focusing all his attention on those.

He wants to touch Charles. Wants him for himself and if he's honest that alone is enough to make him want to step back further. To distance himself to somewhere safer. But he presses forward instead, heedless of his self defenses. Of the warning flags Charles sets off in his head.

He shifts in his seat, working the buttons of his pants loose with one hand, the other keeping the toy moving, never letting Charles grow too used to a pattern of movements before he changes it. He toys with a smirk at a particularly deep thrust, resisting the urge to adjust the swell of his own cock, trapped by the far too restraining cloth.

"Yes, Charles?" His tone holds a hint of breathless and he licks his lips again. "Did you have something to say?"

Their lives had been the much the opposite of each other growing up, here and now as men, they were in a situation that had brought them together. And really, Charles couldn't feel more lucky he had someone like Darwin around. He needed the support, even if at times he had probably been far from acting it since he'd lost the ability to use his legs.

At first he fears he's read too much into Darwin's kindness, as Charles had tried to keep his powers some what tamed. Not wanting to pry too heavily into others minds. But he'd thought there had perhaps been something more to their conversations, to eyes that might have lingered just a bit too long here and there. To warm smiles and fingers that helped him when he needed it, and touched him when he really didn't, but the comfort of them had been welcome all the same.

And yet Darwin looks shocked, and Charles feels himself getting ready to back peddle, to tell him 'never mind' and say goodnight, but then the other mutant is smiling at him, moving to stand before him and leaning down-- oh.

It's instinctive to tilt his head up just a little into the kiss Darwin gives him, though chaste, and he feels something flutter in his chest.

"And here I've been told I can be quite selfish. Yet you want me to be more so." And he cannot help but smile back, relief flooding over him.

"Then if you would please, sit, get comfortable." He motions to the bed beside them. Charles has just the idea of what he wants to do, if Darwin will cooperate.

Edited 2012-08-03 06:36 (UTC)

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