"Whimper Oui". Wow, Captcha.
anonymous
June 18 2009, 06:36:36 UTC
Canada/America
Hard BDSM--at America's request. Alfred gets tired of micromanaging the world's affairs (as best he can, anyway) and really likes to relinquish control completely in private. The catch is, he only feels safe doing that around someone who he knows would never abuse that power outside the bedroom. The only person he knows like that is Matthew.
Bonus if you can show a progression from Matthew being nervous/awkward about it to, down the road, really getting into it (leather, flogging, denied orgasms, the whole deal). In his mind, suddenly nothing's hotter than America begging and submitting--because nobody else gets to see him like that.
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anonymous
July 3 2009, 04:59:09 UTC
“Arms out.” Obeyed. Matthew reaches under the upper mattress and brings out a cuff with a length of chain. Around Al’s left wrist it goes, then Matthew gets the other one from the other side of the bed and there goes the right wrist. Then it’s just a tug or two and the chains are taut, giving Alfred three feet of space from either bedpost.
Alfred tests the restraints surreptitiously. They clink and squeak, but do not give an inch. “Titanium?” he tries.
Matthew gives him nothing, only smiles darkly and tugs him by the calves until he’s lying on his back. “Spread.” It’s barely more than breath, but Alfred’s obedience is nearly immediate.
Matthew uses duct tape to wrap around Alfred’s thighs and shins, binding them together so that they’re bent and drawn up and separated, impossible to straighten, difficult to close.
He takes a second to just look at him.
He registers the faint sheen of sweat standing out at Alfred’s hairline, the pink flush suffusing his skin, and how hard he is, bound and laid out on his bed. Alfred’s ass is
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anonymous
July 3 2009, 05:03:43 UTC
He tugs off the gloves and grips Alfred under the arms. He gets his blunt nails in, deep, scoring welts down Alfred’s sides, drawing tracks of red.
Alfred roars. He roars, and sucks air through his nose like it’s his job.
But Alfred can’t touch him-Alfred can’t stop him.
There are no five pulls on the chains, so he goes ahead, catching Alfred on the downswing of his outburst by filling him, fast and sharp and right fucking there, striking prostate in one. Alfred does gasp, then, loudly, and the strength of the chains is seriously tested for the first time.
Matthew slides back a touch, then pushes back for more, leaning over Alfred to take what’s been laid out for him.
One thing he’s realized about himself over the years is that he’s a biter. So that, that is very easy. It’s taste, taste, taste, strong flesh, reddened skin, tangy sweat that he bites, sucks, licks. Tears. He lets himself recede to where it’s raw, where it’s simple. It’s simple fuck forward, pull back, fuck forward again, pound pound pound, kiss grab lick
( ... )
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anonymous
July 5 2009, 19:31:58 UTC
Oh, god, OP. I, uh, think this is maybe the third fill in this kinkmeme that has made me really nervous- as in 'this is going to get BAD', but I can't stop reading.
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anonymous
July 12 2009, 09:04:43 UTC
He’s not sure who he sees, the next morning, when he looks in the mirror. There’s something hard there, now, and look though he might, he can’t pinpoint its origin. What he can see, though, is the tightness under his eyes, the stronger set to his jaw. He doesn’t dislike it
( ... )
Hard BDSM--at America's request. Alfred gets tired of micromanaging the world's affairs (as best he can, anyway) and really likes to relinquish control completely in private. The catch is, he only feels safe doing that around someone who he knows would never abuse that power outside the bedroom. The only person he knows like that is Matthew.
Bonus if you can show a progression from Matthew being nervous/awkward about it to, down the road, really getting into it (leather, flogging, denied orgasms, the whole deal). In his mind, suddenly nothing's hotter than America begging and submitting--because nobody else gets to see him like that.
Plz, anon!
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Alfred tests the restraints surreptitiously. They clink and squeak, but do not give an inch. “Titanium?” he tries.
Matthew gives him nothing, only smiles darkly and tugs him by the calves until he’s lying on his back. “Spread.” It’s barely more than breath, but Alfred’s obedience is nearly immediate.
Matthew uses duct tape to wrap around Alfred’s thighs and shins, binding them together so that they’re bent and drawn up and separated, impossible to straighten, difficult to close.
He takes a second to just look at him.
He registers the faint sheen of sweat standing out at Alfred’s hairline, the pink flush suffusing his skin, and how hard he is, bound and laid out on his bed. Alfred’s ass is ( ... )
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Alfred roars. He roars, and sucks air through his nose like it’s his job.
But Alfred can’t touch him-Alfred can’t stop him.
There are no five pulls on the chains, so he goes ahead, catching Alfred on the downswing of his outburst by filling him, fast and sharp and right fucking there, striking prostate in one. Alfred does gasp, then, loudly, and the strength of the chains is seriously tested for the first time.
Matthew slides back a touch, then pushes back for more, leaning over Alfred to take what’s been laid out for him.
One thing he’s realized about himself over the years is that he’s a biter. So that, that is very easy. It’s taste, taste, taste, strong flesh, reddened skin, tangy sweat that he bites, sucks, licks. Tears. He lets himself recede to where it’s raw, where it’s simple. It’s simple fuck forward, pull back, fuck forward again, pound pound pound, kiss grab lick ( ... )
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Gotta entertain the company. More will come <3
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I... I told myself I'd stop reading at part 3... I was like... too dark! I can't handre it!
... but dammit... I couldn't help myself and read it and... alksjdlaskdjlasfk
*collapses in a boneless heap*
I love you, anon.
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ILU2
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It's gonna get raw--poor baby Al's got a truckload of issues, and Mattie's not much better.
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It will get bad...but I have positive things planned for them too :)
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Where does Al go? In his head, I mean.
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