Like tie me to a table, legs wide spread and play with my cock until I can't get hard and cum anymore. Don't let me go because I'm pleading or crying from to much stimualtion
If I get wet you can drain more, if I'm hard there's still is to much cum in me.
A surface-level yet comprehensive beginner’s guide to working out/body building/gaining muscle written by a tboy with a degree in human physiology, with tboys in mind. Speed training, toning, and cardio/lung health training will not be explored.
(Part 1) Diet. Talking about food, their molecules and how the body responds.
An aspect of bodybuilding/exercizing that is just as important as the weights and workouts themselves. Generally, the more a human does, the more nutrition they need in every sense.
Protein is needed to survive as a human, 0.8 grams per kilogram of weight MINIMUM. (source) To gain muscle you need to consume more protein than that. 1 gram per pound of body is a good goal.
There are additional ingredients, Amino Acids, you can ingest to give your body more of what it needs to build muscle. The most common ingredient ingested is creatine, and it can be found naturally in foods or bought alone. 14mg per pound is a good dose, (source) but you could do as low as you like.
Carbohydrates, fats, vitamins, minerals, and water are other things essential to keep you running, but aren’t the building block of muscle.
For vitamins, minerals, and water be sure to get the daily recommended dose. It’s worth considering a little more than recommend water, potassium, magnesium, and sodium in your diet for adequate muscle usage before and during working out. Also, a bit more calcium in general for muscle movement and the strength your bones must gain to support stronger muscles and weight loads.
For carbohydrates and fats, it’s important to have adequate levels of these. The body uses carbohydrates for energy first and mainly, then uses fats, then proteins. How much? Well it depends on how much you care about the image of your body, and what your goals are.
The Bulk is for people who want to gain muscle and mass a bit quicker. There is clean bulking and dirty bulking. Dirty bulking is eating a lot without much regard to amounts. Clean bulking is to gain muscle mass while keeping your body fat percentage at relatively the same level.
The Cut is for people who want to reduce their body fat percentage. Eating at a slight/moderate deficit to force the body to consume fat cells as energy. High protein is still consumed.
Before working out, you should consume something 30-40 minutes before starting. Preworkout, a caffeinated substance, or complex carbohydrates to give you the energy needed to begin and not crash.
After working out, you should consume a good portion of your daily proteins 30 minutes to four hours later.
(Part 2)Working out. Utilizing and ripping the telomeres of your muscles and forming neural pathways.
To build muscle, you need to utilize the muscles. To get bigger muscles, your body needs to move with more resistance than what it normally does. Weight acts as the resistance.
Warming up is an important first step to working out, as you need to prime your body’s systems and cells. Heart rate is the primary thing to warm up, because using muscles requires your heart pump harder and faster. 5-10 minutes of warmup minimum of cardio is best. The intensity of this cardio is your choice. Dancing, fast walking, jogging/running, jump rope, cycling, etc. are good. Stretching is also a good precursor to the warmup as the warmup uses your muscles also. It’s a process, but its important to warm up properly to avoid tightness, cramps, or even things snapping.
The weightlifting a complicated and highly discussed thing. There are hundreds of motions across gym machines, tools, and muscles for you to chose from. Which ones you do depend on what is available, and the muscles you want to work. Write stuff down if you must. Here is an exercise dictionary.
Muscle names are good to know to decide which motions to do. Look at this diagram to learn, and build your own encyclopedia and routine.
Frequency of working out is important. If your body does not use muscles, they deteriorate. You can work certain muscles more frequently than others. Just keep adequate rest. You may see things like push/pull day, arm day. This is the type of motions and muscles focused. Dedicating a workout session/day to one muscle group helps keep track of avoiding overuse. See Rest for more. Once a week at minimum you should work a muscle group to keep it from deteriorating. Here’s an example: Sunday rest. Monday arms&core. Tuesday whole back. Wednesday rest. Thursday whole arms. Friday rest. Saturday whole legs.
Duration of working the muscle during a session/day impacts its growth. A rep is one time going through a motion. Sets is how many times you do a group of reps. 3x15 pushups is I’m doing 15 pushups. Rest. 15 more. Rest. 15 more. Three sets of fifteen. To build endourance, lower weight at higher reps. To build mass and strength, higher weight at lower reps.
Finally, the weight heaviness. You should slightly push your muscles to start, then base your weight patterns off of what is a good amount of strain for you. The more you challenge/strain yourself, the more it will hurt and build muscle mass. Also, the faster you increase the weight your muscles fight against, the higher the risk of injury. However, if you stick to a weight that is not challenging, your muscles will not grow. There must always be some element of challenge your muscles must always be chasing to keep up with. Thats what growing is. For example: I’ve been bicep curling single dumbbells of 10 pounds for months. 12 pounds is a comfortable challenge, and I can do 15 also but not the whole set. So, I may warm up with 1 set of 10lbs. Two sets of 12lbs, then finish with one set of 15 at lower reps. The number of reps per set could be 15,12,10,6. Decreasing reps while increasing weight to prep the body, but not injure too much.
(Part 3) Rest. Your body building new muscle, and preparing to work again.
In between sets of exercise, you need to rest your muscles for enough time for them to become reloaded with their energy, ATP. ~1 minute for heavily lifting. Ensure you’re breathing well also to give your blood oxygen. Deeper, healthy breaths during rest is good.
After training it’s recommended to give a muscle group ~48 hours of rest to rebuild the fibers. Rest means not training it, but of course if you need to use them, use them. Additionally, you can still be active and rest, doing a thing called active rest. Doing nothing at all, which has its benefits, is called passive rest.
Sleep is your body’s way of storing information and taking out the cerebral trash. During sleep your body produces growth hormone, your brain works to retain all of the information you and your body learned during the day, and generally refreshes itself. Napping can be beneficial also if it doesn't interfere with getting the minimum 8-10 hours depending on your age group.
Thank you for reading! If you have any questions, would like help creating workout plans, or would like a bit of praise or encouragement feel free to reach out. Also if there are any errors. Now go have fun!
I wish kinky sex ed wasn't so stigmatized even among left-leaning "sex positive" circles. Everyone's all "uwu I'm a sub I'll do anything you ask" okay mommy wants you to read The New Bottoming Book so you learn how to sub without hurting yourself since your sex ed up to this point is porn and your ex boyfriend Jared who liked to choke you incorrectly
I’m so glad you asked! Let me list off what I’ve got for you:
Books I personally recommend:
- The New Topping Book and The New Bottoming Book, by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy
If you’re having kinky sex at all, you need to read at least one of these two books. Point blank. They’ll teach you the very basics of negotiating properly (which is critical!), and help you identify what you are and aren’t into.
- Mindfucking Mindfully, by Sir Ezra
Where this book really shines isn’t actually in helping you “mindfuck” people, it’s in taking a close look at how to do so ethically. It’s a great answer to the question “how do I get someone to consent to something and still surprise and shock them with it?”
- Real Service by Raven Kaldera and Joshua Tenpenny
This is a slightly niche pick but there simply isn’t a better book on the subject. It’s written from a 24/7 M/s perspective, which is not what I do, but the book itself is an indispensable guide to giving and receiving service. The phrase “if the Master doesn’t want it, it isn’t service” will be burned into my psyche for quite some time. I love this book a lot. Maybe my favorite out of all of these.
- Enough To Make You Blush: Exploring Erotic Humiliation, by Princess Kali
This one’s high on my reading list; I’ve heard it recommended by a number of people whose opinions on these things I trust.
- Pretty Much Anything Midori Has Ever Done
Midori is a great resource for this stuff - I haven’t personally read much of her work, but she’s a well known sex educator and great at what she does. She’s known for bondage, but has a lot of range beyond that.
- This Negotiations Worksheet from Bex Talks Sex
This is what I default to using a lot of the time for negotiations. Forget BDSMtest, you don’t need that, it’s no good. Just look through this worksheet’s wordbank with your partner. Big fan especially of the “how do you want to feel?” section.
Books I can kind of recommend:
- The Ultimate Guide to Kink, edited by Tristan Taormino
This book is weird. There’s a lot of good info for experienced players, but some of what’s written here skeeves me out. I think if I had a top that thought the way some of the tops in here think, they would not be topping me for long. But there’s some good techniques and so on to pick up that I wouldn’t have otherwise. I liked the distinction one of the authors makes between being sadistic in the sense of inflicting pain and being sadistic in the sense of doing something your sub doesn’t “enjoy.”
- The Ritual of Dominance and Submission, by David English
Man, this book fucking sucks. The writing and editing are garbage, and the fear and protocol play described need way more careful negotiation than he ever lets on, let alone recommends. This is some 50 Shades bullshit. The only time I recommend this book is to tops like me who tend to be very affirming to their partners and need a guide on how to really scare them - when their partner consents and when you negotiate it, which this book sucks at teaching you. Really good content on fear, punishment, and protocol play, really terrible presentation of the topic though. Don’t read this if you don’t already know what you’re doing.
- Paradigms of Power, by Raven Kaldera
I love this book. Great book. Very focused on 24/7 M/s play though, and, being an anthology, some chapters are better than others. If you can’t read something and pick out what is and isn’t for you, don’t bother. But some really great inspiration, and generally pretty well written. Big fan of the discussion of leather throughout the book.
Hope some of these are helpful for people ^-^ for the average person reading this I recommend New Bottoming/Topping, but they’re all important parts of my library and I’ve recommended all of them to friends at some point or another.
May I also suggest Hell on Wheels and Kneeling in Spirit by Raven Kaldera, d/s companion books that address kink with a disability. They're a should read for everyone, imo. You never know when you or a partner are going to have changes in your body that affect what you can physically do. Temporary illness/injury and even just age can affect your sex life.
I'd like to suggest Better Bondage for Every Body! It goes really in depth on anatomy, pain processing, self-tying, and has chapters specifically focusing on how to do rope bondage on/for someone who is disabled or has chronic pain, which was really important to me.
Just to make everyone feel better and normal: everyone can use strap-ons.
Cis gay dudes sometimes use strap-ons. Lesbians use strap-ons. Cis women use strap-ons. Trans men use strap-ons. Trans women can use strap-ons if they want to. Anyone can use straps. Just for fun. Sometimes an unnatural big ass dick or a bizarrely shaped one are more fun. Sometimes fucking others with something else is fun. It feeds different fantasies for different people.
Straps aren't an indicator of gender, sexuality, or even a surefire way to think you can assume what somebody's genitals are.
puppy forcemasc but in the way that everyone assumes a dog is a boy
like a dom gets a new puppy"girl" but everyone keeps calling her 'he' and 'good boy' no matter what she and the dom do
maybe the trainer the dom's hired keeps giving "her" T filled treats or perhaps the vet diagnoses testosterone alongside the usual puppy meds "because his cock just isn't quite as big as it's supposed to be and his fur growth is lacking as well"
idk I need to be a puppyboy that's penis is poking out of its labia so that my dom can reach down and give it a playful tug and tease me about being a dumb horny puppy with it's tip popping out of its "sheath"
thats so hot especially the part about the vet and the sheath thats so hot omg
forcemasc with a dog trainer that forces you to lift your leg when you pee who comments about how sad it is that your previous owner neutered you and took away your balls who buys you sex toys designed for penis users and gets worried when you arent using them that keeps up the testosterone shots in order to make sure you get a nice shiny coat who always jokes about how youre such a horny boy always humping peoples legs who introduces you to all their friends as their good little boy
Summary - Captured by Ras Al Ghul after stealing something very precious from under his nose, Edward Nygma finds that Ras has some very different plans in mind for him than simply taking his head from his shoulders. (4.1k)
(tw for: very dubious consent, temporary slavery, free use dynamics, blowjobs, anal sex, threats of violence, overstim)
This fic was written using the stunning designs provided by @laxi0v0 and her gorgeous artwork which can be found here on tumblr or here on BSky 😩💦
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"There is no replacing that which you stole from me," Ras spoke steadily and with a neutral expression that was belied by the predatory flash in his golden eyes as he surveyed his willing captive, "but three days of servitude will do well for you, Mr. Nygma. The Demons’ Head does not typically offer such mercies to thieves in the night but it would be foolish to shatter such a brilliant gem without first trying to polish it into something worthy."
"A gem." Edward scoffed, shame sitting high on cheeks to darken the skin there as he struggled to hide the contours of his body beneath the loose, silken garment which he had been forced to wear as he lounged on the plush bed which housed him. The green silk felt like a personal insult, an inversion of his typical costume, as one trembling finger rose to scratch at the side of his thick stubble while Edward made a desperate show of bravery. "I know what it’s like to want to play with your food, Ras. Take your beastly revenge and let's be done with it."
"An emerald," Ras continued his voice only slightly steelier than before as he ignored Edward's words, "that is what I will call you while you serve my needs. Something beautiful, yes, but also imperfect and brittle where it counts. You will be my emerald."
Standing at the end of the bed, Ras presented himself without shame as he permitted Edward to gaze openly at his naked body. His recent rejuvenation had been much needed and the accompanying madness had long since been overcome to allow him perfect clarity once more. Despite that, it had still taken over a month to discover who had dared to defile the initial Lazarus Pit he had intended to use for his revival.
Edward Nygma, as he now named himself since shedding his birth name, had proven a wily opponent but one who had no chance of escaping the full attention of the League of Shadows. Taking the man from beneath the nose of the Detective as he hid himself away within the depths of Gotham’s underbelly was a greater challenge, but time had allowed for Ras to know how to avoid Bruce when necessary – particularly when they were not in open opposition to the other.
“We both know why you have me wrapped up here like a whore, Ras.” Edward spat the words with venom, shame and anxiety making him lash out in that familiar way as he hid his shaking hands by squeezing his fists. “This humiliation ritual will not work. Just fuck me and get this over with.”
The fault was his own. The hubris something he knew would always come back to bite him in the ass. However, his surprise as Ras made his offer was genuine and the cowardly part of himself that could not allow death to claim him reared its head once more as he accepted. Yes, the fault was his own, but Edward could not deny the terrible beauty of the elusive Demons’ Head and that fact alone was enough to irritate him despite his anxieties.
Older than the beautiful compound which housed them, the great Ras Al Ghul held the experience of his years with a dignity that would shame even the most trained royalty. The deep olive of his skin encompassed a tight, lithe body which was littered with dark hair – most of it splayed across his limbs and chest with a healthy trail leading down towards his groin. His hair a stunning salt and pepper mixture, it sat atop his head with a loosely pushed back style which paired with his sculpted facial hair beautifully.
Edward had heard the rumours, knew of the bloodied history which sat behind the League of Shadows, and surprise clicked within his astute mind as he noticed the lack of scarring which seemed to decorate Ras’ body. He would have expected considerable injury, particularly given the Leagues’ fondness for bladed weaponry, but Ras’ skin held an unnatural smoothness which Edward immediately put down to being a side-effect of continued use of those mystical pits of his.
Still unmoving, Ras’ gaze was a deep golden shade, the colour just unnatural enough that being pinned by it made it feel like he was capable of seeing past what stood before him. Edward knew how to hold eye contact, knew how to analyse what his eyes could detect, but the intelligence and experience which sat heavily behind Ras’ gaze made him feel like an ant before a mountain lion. Something insignificant and in an incomprehensible amount of danger.
For his part, Ras regarded Edward with similar interest. He had initially planned to simply kill the dark-haired thief, to take his head from his shoulders and have it known that any who dared to steal from him would be punished with a similar swiftness. However, his investigations into Edward Nygma as a man had proven interesting and he found himself considering a different path as he discovered both the brilliance of his genius – enough to stand against the Detective with some success – and also his undeniable appeal.
A man of taste, Ras was not ignorant to the beauty of both sexes and such distinctions had long since grown meaningless in his many lives. Clearly a man of vanity, Edward played to his strengths and the uncommon shade of pale green which filled his astute gaze was mesmerising as it lay framed by thick, dark lashes that stood out against the soft brown hue of his skin.
Edward was a man of dichotomy; beard perfectly shaped while his hair sat in a messy mop atop his skull, clothing tailored to perfection while he worked in a squalid mess of engineering parts and half-scribbled plans, genius level intellect with no care for the consequences of stealing from the most dangerous man in the world.
He was…interesting.
“So eager to be used. Truly a pity to see such vulgarity coming from lips so handsome.” Ras sounded almost disappointed and something in his tone made Edward bristle anew even as Ras continued, “But you are correct, I have waited long enough. Present yourself on your knees.”
Edward’s heart stuttered within his chest but he knew better than to argue, given how vulnerable his positioning was, and he flipped from his back to his front – drawing his knees up and bending his upper half down until his head was able to rest atop his forearm. His thoughts lingered on the size of Ras’ cock, the length on the longer side and only just thicker than his own. It was manageable, definitely not the biggest he had taken, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think that the great Ras Al Ghul would allow mere physical size to dictate his capabilities.
Now on all fours, it was only when the bed shifted to accommodate a new weight that Edward shivered as he felt Ras finally join him atop the sheets. Cold hands wrapped around his ankles to adjust his positioning, spreading him wider and leaving every inch of him exposed as the whisper of Ras’ skin shifted to ghost along his own.
Thankful for the pillow beneath his arm to bury his head into to hide his shame, Edward hated how quickly his body reacted to the aggressive touch; his spread knees widening as Ras pressed further up between them and his cock twitching as two cool fingers stroked along the rim of his hole with a confident pressure.
"I am certainly not the first to have enjoyed you, that much is very clear to me." Ras offered the words as he teased his prize, "A fact which is somewhat disappointing, but I will live. However, I can guarantee that no other will have touched you as the Demons’ Head will."
Edward wanted to speak, to defend himself from the unspoken accusations, but found himself momentarily robbed of speech as the decades old shame of his choices crept up to strangle his denials. Dark nights of twisting and turning beneath his sheets as the guilt of his days - the violence, the sex, the refusal to follow any law which did not meet his conscious needs - gnawed at what little sliver of his conscious still recalled those early days where his ears strained to pick up the passionate teachings of his Imam.
A sudden thrust of fingers ripped Edward from his musings and he howled as Ras wasted no time in rubbing his digits along the sensitive walls of his ass as he opened him up for his own amusement.
Kicking out at the thick muscle of Ras' legs with one foot, Edward found his ankle once again snatched up in a cold grip which was more marble than flesh as he was instantly thrown to his back before that same icy grip instead wrapped around his jaw; squeezing until the bone creaked and a soft whimper escaped Edward’s lips.
"Act out and this will be a much more unpleasant experience than necessary. Your body is a penance, your consent already provided. The alternative is your life, as you well know."
Frightened into compliance by the steely grip and threat of the alternative, Edward said nothing as he was released and Ras made himself comfortable between his legs – his cock only just brushing off Edward’s own as his gaze remained cautious but defiant as he gazed up at his captor.
Clearly amused by the persistence of his attitude, Ras dropped a hand to Edward’s hair – petting the strands as he would a dog.
“Petulance will get you nowhere. Let’s put those lips to better use.”
His tone hardening slightly, Ras gripped the dark mop of Edward’s hair and used it as an anchor to extract himself from between Edward thighs and push his own body higher until his knees came to rest as they sat either side of Edward’s head. Taking his cock in his own hand, Ras did not miss the way in which Edward’s breath hitched as he swallowed thickly, his eyes flicking between the cock which sat before his lips and Ras expectant face.
“Surely you require no instruction?”
At the disrespectful question, colour flushed high on Edward’s cheeks but he parted his lips and tilted his head to allow Ras to press his cock against his mouth. His cockhead a slightly darker shade than the length, the flared mushroom tip felt like velveted steel as Edward wettened his lips and placed them around it – instantly the taste of salt, of Ras’ subtle arousal filled his mouth and Edward willingly brought his hand to wrap around the base to give him greater control.
A sweet growl of pleasure rained down from above as Edward swirled his tongue around the cock within his mouth, Ras’ approval of the attention making something within Edward’s gut clench as his cock twitched untouched. Oral was a skill, something he enjoyed to share with his partners where possible, and the insane urge to prove himself capable needled at his senses as he used his mouth and hand in tandem as he hollowed his cheeks and allowed his focus on the task to keep his scattered mind from more dangerous thoughts.
The pressure of Ras’ ass as it sat atop his chest was stunning, pinning him into place with such a casual dominance that he couldn’t help but feel that familiar need to submit making his limbs feel lighter than they had any right to.
With a sudden jerk of his hips, Ras buried his cock down past the comfortable barrier of Edward’s mouth and a sigh of pure satisfaction exhaled from his lips as he felt Edward stiffen and buck at the unexpected deepthroat. He did not take any further advantage though, and Ras pulled back almost as quickly – fully snatching his cock free of Edward’s mouth as he appeared seemingly satisfied with the oral pleasure for the moment.
“Hmm, I would like to explore that lovely mouth further.” Ras confessed, his tone a little breathier than it had been before as he ran his own hand across his damp cock and slipped free of Edward’s chest. “But, for now, back to your knees, my emerald. Or I shall continue to see how far it can be pushed.”
Slowly rolling back to his knees as he coughed miserably, Edward brought them back up to the sheets with a cautious, deliberate movement - one which acknowledged the warning better than any lip service could.
“You are cruel.” The words slipped free and Edward cringed at how small the words sounded coming from his mouth.
“No.” Ras countered with a quiet, considerate hum. “Cruelty would be to collar and chain you in one of the guest rooms and allow my personal guard free access to you for the duration of your servitude. That would be true cruelty as they are men of a competitive nature who have nothing but hatred for those who insult and steal from their master. Their punishments would be more creative in nature, your three days dragged by misery.”
Edward could not deny the thrill of fear which shuddered up his spine as he considered that option. He had stolen from the Demons’ Head. A necessary theft but one which always contained the potential for serious consequences. Initially, he was pleased that Ras has simply not removed his head with his sword but to listen to him speak, Edward realised that his current predicament was one which could become significantly worse.
“I,” Edward faltered for a moment but swallowed hard to maintain his dignity, “wouldn’t like to see that happen.”
“Then continue to please me and it will put those cruel thoughts to rest.”
As he spoke, Ras spat on his fingers and the sound was so vulgar and unexpected that it drew a soft gasp from Edward’s lips as he tilted his head back to watch as Ras once again returned his fingers to his ass – spreading his saliva across Edward’s pulsing hole as he gently inhaled at the soft touch.
“I do not plan to harm you,” Ras confessed, his voice firm, “but I will not hesitate to discipline any disrespect and my discipline is harsher than you may anticipate.”
I’ll be good. A silent voice in Edward’s head, one he could never dignify with actual audio. Instead, he simply nodded and his beard scratched at his shoulder as he did so.
“You will take what I offer and nothing more.”
“I understand.” Edward moaned as the tip of Ras’ cock pressed teasingly at his hole, preparing to enter him by running across the rim of his ass before again pushing gently at the tight ring. For his part, Edward relaxed himself as much as possible – his cock twitching as it stood, hard and untouched against his stomach.
The flared head of Ras’ length slipped within his ass with only a little pressure, the sudden fullness taking Edward’s breath from his lungs as discomfort gave way to a sharp, familiar pleasure. Content with his claiming, Ras moved slowly as he pushed his cock deeper before pulling free enough to sink himself another half inch with every roll of his hips.
Unaccustomed to being treated with such delicacy, his usual hookups a drunken mess of shame and passion, Edward pushed back greedily – chasing the roughness which he deserved as he accepted that this was happening no matter what. However, a sharp slap to his ass paused him in his tracks, the blow stinging immediately as he felt the skin grow warm and reddened despite the obvious restraint which Ras had shown.
“Settle down, ya zumarudati.” Ras spoke the term of endearment with a harshness that made Edward cringe as he clenched his ass around Ras’ cock anxiously, afraid of a follow-up strike. “Three days and I will not be rushed in my claim of you. Such brilliance and yet so impatient and tainted by wicked selfishness.”
Ras resumed his slow pace with a casual ease, soaking in every inch of the velvety heat of Edward’s ass as it swallowed his cock like it was built for it. His strokes were long and deep, his thumb pressing the skin just above Edward’s hole as he watched the muscle there flex and clench around the his cock.
Writhing against the bed as his lower half was held in place by one of Ras’ steely hands, Edward’s cock bounced against his stomach with every thrust and the sensation of his cockhead rubbing off his skin was slowly driving him insane as he tried to focus on the cool sensation of Ras’ groin as he bottomed out against his own ass.
“Do you feel me, Edward?” Allowing his accented vowels to slip around Edward’s name for the first time, Ras purred the word like a cat who had caught a particularly interesting canary. “Silence is hardly one of your virtues so answer me now.”
“I feel you.” Edward gasped, his fingers curling into the sheets. “I feel it all.”
The cock within his ass shifted and with it came a new angle which caused the flared head to brush roughly against his prostate, a sensation which sent a bolt of pure pleasure through his spine and forced his cock to jerk and twitch as it pushed him suddenly over the edge – his release splattering on the silken sheets below as Edward’s knees almost buckled at the feeling.
Ashamed at having come so easily, Edward was once again happy for the pillow propping up his head as he buried his face in the soft fabric to hide his burning cheeks.
“We are well past shame, my emerald.” Ras’ voice rasped, some of his composure slipping as he tightened his grip on Edward’s hips. With one fluid motion, he swapped their positions – the easy show of strength making Edward yelp as he now found himself straddling Ras with his knees spread on either side of his hips. His cock hadn’t even slipped free and Edward took a moment to appreciate the skill on show before he took in the sight below him.
Ras’ hair had grown slightly dishevelled from his ministrations and that slight imperfection only served to give him a roughened look that paired with the look of utter concentration which sat on his newly predatory features. He looked powerful and Edward couldn’t help but bring a hand to settle down on his chest, his fingers lacing themselves within the salt and pepper hair which littered the skin there.
Pleased with the touch, Ras slowly pushed his hips higher – allowing for a more slow and steady pacing as he enjoyed this new angle. Still sensitive from his earlier orgasm, the need in his cock grew impossible to ignore and Edward chose to put his free hand to use since Ras was doing most of the work as he fucked himself up into him.
Edward wrapped his hand around his own cock but he had barely managed a single stroke when he found his hand pulled free and pinned to his stomach with inhumane strength.
“Still, you take from me without permission.” Ras snapped, his handsome face stern and steeled. “Perhaps a less pleasurable lesson is necessary to instil some discipline in such a selfish hound.”
His cock throbbing, untouched, as Ras continued to fuck up into him with a steady rhythm and pressure – the lack of stimulation brought a dampness to Edward’s eyes as he rolled his hips and gazed down at Ras with open desperation.
“It’s not enough. I’ve done as you’ve asked. I need-” He cut himself off with a shudder as Ras’s cock brushed his prostate with deliberate precision.
“I had considered taking your head before this arrangement was reached.” Ras spoke the words with a casualness which belied the horror of the confession. “You would have knelt, begged forgiveness, and I still would have taken it without hesitation. This is mercy, and still, you show ungratefulness. Even so, I would like to hear how sweetly you beg.”
Flashing his white teeth, the canines sharper than the average man, Ras pulled one hand from Edward’s hips as he instead wrapped steely fingers around his swallowing throat – drinking in the look of horror which dawned in Edward’s features as he realised how close he had come to a horrific fate.
"Ask it of me. Beg for permission."
"Please."
Ras thrust even harder, an unspoken warning that Edward should mind his tongue making his movements rougher even as Edward's ass pushed out to meet his punishing pace, "Ask it of me with the respect I deserve, my emerald."
"Please! Please," Edward begged, his dignity shot and voice strained with pathetic need, "show mercy, sayidi."
Purring at the respectful title, Ras let the word sit heavily between them for a moment as he rolled his hips and finally dropped his hand to Edward's straining cock to provide him with a little relief. Thankful for the touch, Edward's length instantly jerked as a visible twist in his features allowed for a keening cry to slip free of his lips.
The thick scent of incense and sex hangs in the air as both men push themselves to a mutual finish. Despite his intentions to just get through it, Edward couldn’t deny that Ras knew what he was doing as his hands worked in tandem with his cock – his thrusting always pairing with either a gentle stroke of his cock or calloused fingers nipping at the sensitive buds of his peaked nipples.
Before too long, Ras’ breathing shifted into something much more agitated as his thrusting grew rougher. His fingers tightened against Edward’s hips as they latched to the flesh there, his strength so absolute that he essentially bounced Edward on his cock as he chased his release. For his part, Edward’s toes curled into the sheets beneath them as he dangled on the edge of his second orgasm – just waiting to be pushed over.
Ras came with a low growl, the sound hissing free of his gritted teeth as he made no effort to pull free of Edward’s ass, rather, thrusting himself harshly to ensure that every inch of his cock was buried deeply as he painted the inside of Edward’s ass with his release. Atop him, the additional heat burning through his gut was enough for Edward to instantly reach his own peak; his cock bouncing off his stomach as what little cum Ras had not already drawn from him arced messily across his own skin.
Edward gasped a terrible noise as Ras wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock, gliding across the seed-slicked skin as he quickly forced him into a mild state of overstimulation as his stretched ass and overly-sensitive cock worked against him to shatter what little cohesion remained in his brilliant mind.
After a moment, or it may have been a lifetime, the pressure on his cock was released and Edward took a stuttering breath as his body went almost comically limp – his position only held by the firmness of Ras’ hands on his shoulders and the cock still embedded within his ass. He found himself lowered to the bed gently as Ras pulled his cock free and allowed Edward to fall to the plush bedding with a subtle moan.
The room was quiet, only the sound of far-off clanging chime filling the space as both men quickly regulated their own breathing. Edward took stock of his body, the discomfort in his ass pairing with the residual sensitivity in his cock and chest as he rubbed the palms of his hands across his beard in a soothing, familiar gesture.
To his side and utterly satisfied, Ras made no effort to leave the bed, his body open and splayed in such a way that he clearly viewed Edward as no threat as he lounged lazily against his own bed.
“Three days.” Edward muttered, his body feeling boneless and ass aching as arousal and shame swirled within his gut – the torrid mixture as familiar as the day was long. He could feel the mess which stained his hole, a few droplets of Ras’ release dripping free as he shifted his body to something more comfortable that placed the pressure on his weight on his stomach.
“Three days,” Ras repeated, his golden gaze only slightly darker due to his sated lust, “and then all debts are paid in full. You are not to leave the room and your needs will be met by the serving staff. And you will meet my every need within that time as I see fit. Any engagement, business or pleasure, which takes place beyond that would be at your behest, my emerald.”
Scoffing instinctively, not caring at how rude the sound came across, Edward screwed his feature up into one of distaste even as his cock gave a traitorous throb at the prospect of such a future entanglement.
What about a loud and goofy boy that completely shuts down at the first sign of affection????
A golden retriever that turns into a whimpering mutt as soon as you reach to pet him???
A brave boy, pretending to be a functional adult, all the while secretly begging to become a drooling slut for the one person who makes his heart and his brain melt?????
Please just choose me already I have no other analogies 😔😔😔😔😔
Summary - Meeting Victor in his private office, you force him to show you the shameful little secret which he is desperately hiding beneath his usual clothing. (2.2k)
Reclining against the doorway of his private office, you don’t hesitate to meet Victor’s eyes as they slowly rise to flick between your sudden appearance and the softly ticking clock which sits high atop the wall closest to his work desk.
“Surprised to see me?” You ask, a sleazy smile splitting your lips as your body thrums with the anticipation of the game you are playing. Despite everything, you know he wasn’t expecting to see you quite yet – a familiar issue when it comes to days where Victor has little else to do but delve into the depths of his own wicked research.
Visorless given his current lack of need for the technology, Victor’s expression is pinched at the corners and you can tell that he’s forcing the look of nonchalance which meets you as he drops the file in his hand to the desk and replies with a conversational, “It seems I have lost track of time. I was not expecting a visit for another short while.”
Stepping within his office, you don’t stop walking until you are able to place your open palms on his desk, keeping his attention on your face as you subtly rub your thighs together and feel the slight dampness which has already started to develop there.
“Forgetting about me.” You tut. “Are you working too hard, Dr. Gideon?”
“My work is never ending.” He confesses, leaning back in his chair as he watches you slip around his desk with predatory eyes. Not that he had to make much effort to drink in the sight of you given how short the skirt which wraps around your thighs is.
Standing with your ass pressing against the edge of his desk, you cross your arms on your chest and stare at him with a playful sternness. The shift in his body language is stunning, the relaxed stance now totally wiped out in favour of a much more delicious tension as a sleazy expectancy poisons his expression.
“You look kind of distracted, is there something you want to show me?” You ask, teasing the clasps of his shirt with your fingers as you threaten to release the metal and expose his wide chest.
“No.”
His answer comes too quickly and you shake your head at his playful denial.
“You know why I’m here.” You drop the other hand to his left knee, squeezing the joint with rough fingers before tracing your fingers up the material of his slacks towards his groin. “Your time is up. Now, show me what I came all the way up here for.”
Pulling your hands free of him, you instead rub teasing circles around the material of your skirt and continue to taunt him.
“I’ve been thinking about it all day. Thinking about you up here like this. I could barely keep my hands off myself.”
Composure slipping, a shudder rocks through Victor’s body as he stands enough to unlatch his belt and open his fly. Sliding his pants down to his ankles, a deep rumble emits from his chest as he retakes his seat and allows you to look down at the source of your current desire.
Knowing exactly how much was spent on the collection of expensive lacy lingerie which had arrived only that morning to Rhodes Hill, you immediately decide that it was worth every goddamn penny as your breath catches in your throat at the sight of Victor’s impressive cock being barely held in place by a thin pair of black lace panties.
The lingerie clings to him like a second skin, the custom measurements ensuring that the underwear fits beautifully against his massive frame without tearing as he adjusts himself and you swear you see his cock twitch within the material as you stare at it unabashed.
“Oh, Victor.” Your voice is wicked, curling around the words playfully. “What do you think your bosses say if they could see you like this?”
“Nothing kind, but their own perversions outweigh my own.”
Victor’s voice is strained, the hoarse syllables even rougher than usual due to the obvious arousal which sits within his straining cock and tensed frame. His cock, too heavy to stand fully to attention, sits flush against his groin and your mouth waters at the sight of it.
Delighted by the hints of embarrassment which touch at his greyed skin, you hike your skirt high – the movement easily exposing your aroused and fully naked lower half to his Victor’s gaze – and slip into his lap. Making yourself comfortable as you once again immediately link your fingers within the clasps that keep his shirt closed across his chest, you tug at his shirt and watch as his throat swallows and a soft gasp of air escapes his lips.
Perched on his thighs, the heat of his groin as it presses into your own is exhilarating and you force your breathing to steady as you adjust yourself so that his cock is fully trapped beneath your cunt; the only thing separating your skin being the thin material of his panties. His gaze is darting, swapping between your eyes and your lips with a rapidity which pulls a quiet noise from your lungs as you feel how desperate he is to lean forward and begin devouring your mouth within his own.
His obsession with your mouth is shameless and something he has taken a great delight in exploring over the course of your messy time together. Every inch of your mouth is catalogued in his private files, from the mapped layout and presence of each of your teeth to the depth at which you are able to swallow his cock as you struggle to comfortably fit him within your mouth.
He loves it all.
The way your lips wrap around his cock, flush to the skin as you suck at the head and build up the confidence to push yourself further down on his length until your throat constricts and tears fill your eyes.
The way your tongue licks stripes across his skin, alternating between the softer almost snake-like skin and the cracked patches of damaged hide with the same delicacy and attention.
But his favourite is the way that your teeth always come into play, biting down hard enough on his flesh that the discomfort exhilarates him – exerting a pressure which would tear chunks from a regular man but from him does little more than net you a more frantic fuck as he dissolves into the feral sensations.
Victor loves your mouth.
“Do you want to taste me?” You ask.
“Yes.” The word hisses from him with a barely contained desperation.
“Give me your finger.”
He does so in an instant, the groomed digit offering itself as a willing sacrifice for whatever you have planned. You take it quickly, bringing it to your lips as you allow the softened pad to ghost across the sensitive skin for a moment before flicking your tongue out to lick at it. The sensation of your wet tongue touching his finger nets you a groan from Victor, his body shifting as his free hand comes to rest on the material of the shirt which covers your lower back.
You pause to follow up with another question, “And what if I want to taste you?”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
Biting down hard on the end of his finger, your teeth locking around the first joint of the digit, the effect of the discomforting pressure is immediate as Victor’s hand tightens against your back and he pushes his groin higher – rolling your ass against him to provide himself some relief from the wicked arousal he was only just keeping control of.
You grind into his cock in kind, careful to keep the thick length trapped beneath the thin black lace for maximum impact as you enjoy the rough sensation against your bare cunt. A dampness presses at your skin and realise it’s his pre-cum leaking through the lingerie to mix with your own.
“You’re such a disgusting old man.” Purring the words, you drag your nails down the side of his neck with enough force to make him feel it. “Sitting here humping into me like an old hound. I bet you were a real little pervert back in the day.”
Robbed of his speech for the moment due to the wild need which darkens his golden gaze and the slight roll of his hips as he desperately attempts to keep control of his trapped cock, Victor simply nods at the accusation as he drowns in your attention.
“I can see you being the kind of pervert who would steal from the college girls who shared your classes.” You continue, pushing your head against the side of his face to speak the words into his ears as your free hand tugs gently at the hair which sits against the nape of his neck. “Sneaking away like a nasty thief in the night with their used panties clutched between your fingers. Scrunching them up and sniffing them before trying them on and ruining the fabric with your pathetic mess.”
Every word only seems to stoke the heat that fuels him as Victor’s breath comes sharper and more stuttered with every accusation.
“Did you run your tongue across them?” You pair your question with matching actions, swirling your tongue across his neck as you drop your head down from his ear. “Did you like tasting what you couldn’t have?”
“Yes.”
The admission comes easily and you reward it with an escalation as you drop your hand from his hair and instead press your palm down hard against his cock, massaging the length with a casual cruelty which makes Victor’s chest arch slightly as he hisses at the sudden pressure.
“Will you come like this? Make a mess of this pretty lingerie which I ordered for you special? If you do that then you’ll owe me.”
“Anything for you.” His reply is almost hypnotic, his forked tongue flickering against his lips as his widely-blown pupils tell you everything you need to know about how deliciously tormented he must feel.
“What if I want you to fuck me until you’ve got nothing left to give? What if I want to fuck you until you’re a ruined mess?”
“Use me.” Victor speaks with urgency, his words so low that they are hardly more than incomprehensible growls. “Hurt me. I am yours.”
“But what if I like you like this? All dolled up pretty?” You pick up the pace on his cock, rubbing him with increased vigour as you try to focus your attention on his exposed and overly sensitive cockhead. “What if I want to burn all that handsome leather and replace it with something prettier? I’ll take away that duster you love so much and replace it with a cage instead. Lock away your cock until I want to play with it again and keep you in pretty underwear? Hmm?”
You know he’s close, your wicked hand mixing with your even more wicked threats to quickly push him to a release which you know will be glorious as he remains humping into your hand – a monster willingly brought to heel by some firm control.
“You are my destiny, whatever you choose to do to me is what I deserve. But would you take such wicked advantage of a poor old man?”
You snort at the words despite yourself, his put upon tone absolutely shredded by the stuttering way his hand clenches at the fabric of your shirt while his cock thrusts itself into your hand.
Victor’s release is quiet, his growling rasps melting into a hissing sigh as his cock gives a definitive twitch and you feel his release, thick and warm, spill through the thin fabric to stain your fingers as his hips jerk shakily. You massage him through his orgasm, only letting up when his hand wraps around your wrist and squeezes the joint with enough pressure to make you wince.
You comply with the unspoken demand, bringing your mess-streaked finger to his mouth where his lips lay parted as he catches his breath.
“Open.”
He opens his mouth obediently, golden teeth flashing as his forked tongue wraps around your fingers to suck them clean – greedily tasting his own release until each digit is dampened with his saliva and not much else. As you pull your hand free, you shift it around his head until you are able to wrap your fingers around the strands of his hair.
“Don’t even think about cleaning up after I leave,” you warn him with a sharp tug of his silvery hair, “because I need you to sit here and think about your choices. I want to know you’re sitting here in your own filthy mess as you finish your work. Do you hear me, Doctor?”
His head twitches, an involuntary gesture which you’ve come to understand is a feature of the horrific parasite which gives him all his impressive enhancements. A parasite which seems to enjoy fulfilling direct instruction under very specific circumstances.
“Yes.” The word is a gentle hiss, the final sound strangled by the lingering arousal which you can already see starting to thicken his cock once more – his refractory period almost as monstrous as the predatory obsession which sits in his gaze. “I embrace the mess you leave me with, my love.”
Content to fill his lap for a few more moments before making your exit, you pull at his hair once more and admire the way it forces his lips to twitch as you answer him.
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