A small mix of BL icons for everyone's taste. I have been half obsessed with several of them so I needed to share something about it here for the memory. I confess that I still have some left to read, but we're on it.
You shifted in the chair, glaring at MD as he finished tying the last knot around your wrists. Your arms were pulled behind your back, legs spread wide, exposing your belly and thighs in a way that felt vulnerable but thrilling. This was supposed to be a punishment but MD's plan left you confused. Tickling? Really?
"Tickling? Is that all you've got?" you taunted, rolling your eyes, trying to play it off. "I've been through way worse with you,you really think this is gonna break me?"
MD's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile, his dark eyes locking onto yours.
"Bratty as ever, I see. You won't be so cocky for long." His voice was low, the kind that always made your pulse quicken, but still, tickling? It seemed laughable compared to what he was usually capable of.
"You think you can handle this?" he asked, his hands ghosting over your exposed skin, not quite touching yet, just enough to make you aware of how little control you had. "I'm not going to stop until you're begging, you know."
You scoffed. "Whatever,It's just tickling.I can-"
Before you could finish, his fingers darted to your sides, pressing lightly into your ribs.
Your body jerked instinctively, a giggle escaping your lips before you could stifle it Your eyes widened in surprise. It was more intense than you'd expected.
"Sensitive, aren't we?" he teased, his fingers still moving slowly, purposefully, grazing your ribs in a way that sent jolts of sensation through you. You bit your lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you laugh, but your body betrayed you, twitching against the restraints.
MD leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You're going to regret that attitude."
He moved his hands lower, fingers dancing across your belly. The feeling was unbearable. You squirmed, trying to twist away, but the ropes kept you firmly in place.
"What's wrong?" he asked mockingly, his voice dripping with amusement. "I thought you were tougher than this."
"I-I am!" you stammered between breathless giggles, desperately trying to hold onto your bravado. But every stroke of his fingers seemed to pull more laughter from you, your body betraying your mind's resolve. The sensation was maddening-light, teasing touches that left you gasping for air and he wasn't even going full force yet.
He chuckled darkly. "You're shaking already and I haven't even gotten started."
MD's fingers skated lower, over your thighs now, tracing slow, agonizing circles along the sensitive skin. You let out an involuntary gasp, the sensation overwhelming as he focused on your inner thighs. Every touch sent a shockwave through you and you pulled hard against your restraints, your body screaming for relief that wouldn't come.
"Stop squirming”" he ordered, his voice stern, though he was clearly enjoying your struggle. "You know you don't get to decide when this ends."
You whimpered, trying to catch your breath between giggles. "This..this isn't fair!"
"Fair?" MD's voice was full of mockery now.
"You don't get to complain about fair, especially when you act like such a brat." His hands found their way back to your belly, this time digging in with more pressure. You threw your head back, helpless laughter spilling from your lips as you kicked your legs but nothing stopped his relentless fingers from finding every ticklish spot.
Your entire body felt like it was on fire with sensation, laughter turning into desperate, breathless gasps. "MD... please.." you whimpered but the second you uttered the word "please” you knew you'd made a mistake. He paused, raising an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk.
"Already begging? I thought you said you could handle it." His fingers traced along the line of your bellybutton, teasingly light, as if daring you to beg again. "Or are you weaker than you thought?"
"N-No... I can-" But the moment you tried to speak, his fingers plunged back into your sides, sending you into another uncontrollable fit of laughter. You screamed with laughter, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he tickled without mercy, his skilled hands knowing exactly where to press to break you down.
Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, with MD watching you crumble under his touch. He alternated between your thighs, your belly and your ribs, never staying in one place long enough for you to adjust but always keeping you on the edge of losing control. You were gasping now, begging for real, tears streaming down your face.
"Please... MD, stop... I can't-"
But MD just leaned in closer, his voice dark and smooth. "Oh no, sweetheart. You don't get to make demands. Not until I'm satisfied." His fingers traced back to your thighs, gently kneading the tender spots where you were most sensitive. You let out a sob between giggles, your body jerking involuntarily as the relentless tickling drove you past the point of resistance. You couldn't hold back anymore, your laughter turning into desperate cries.
"That's it” MD murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Give in. Stop fighting it."
And finally, you did. Your body sagged in the chair, no longer able to fight the ropes or the overwhelming sensations as you dissolved into helpless laughter, tears streaming down your face. MD watched you, satisfied with his work, his hands still teasing your sensitive skin but now in a more measured, almost gentle way. He had broken you, just as he knew he would.
"See?" he said softly, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "You thought you were so strong. But look at you now. Just a helpless, ticklish mess."
You nodded weakly, too exhausted to form words, your body trembling from the aftershocks of the intense session. MD smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead softly, a rare show of affection amidst the control.
"Good. You did well, my little brat. Now rest,we're not done yet."
| tw: twitter link - daddy kink, Dom behavior, fingering, spanking, sub counting spanks. let me know if i’m missing anything. all mentioned characters are aged up to after their time skips (when applicable).
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you can squirm, it's alright. he likes it. he enjoys having his fingers buried inside of you as he curls them again and again just to hit that spot in you that makes you whimper and struggle because you both know that it'll urge you towards and orgasm that you haven't been given permission to have. it's like he's testing you. like he wants to see if you'll disobey him again simply for the sake of getting to punish you more because he loved it so much. where do you think you're going, after all? you're stuck on his lap, his fingers abusing your tight hole, his free hand coming down to smack your ass every now and then. oh, and how he loves to make you count your way through your punishment. it's another trick he uses to catch you off guard to ensure that he has more time to punish you, because if he makes you count every spank, you're sure to slip up eventually, so he'll have to start all over. you poor thing. maybe you shouldn't be such a brat next time.
