Caster says Darby's got a daddy kink, commentary talks about how he can take so much damage which we ALL KNOW is his pain kink coming out.... maybe combine the two and make it Darpunk 👀?
Punk and his little masochist ( Punk x Darby ) ; drabble
A loud curse escaped Darby’s lips right after Punk had landed a hard hit to his inner thigh, the sound of leather against skin echoing in his ears. He instinctively wanted to close his legs, but he couldn’t with the restraints around his ankles, soft cuffs that held a bar to keep him from doing so. His thighs were turning red, the pale skin turning bright so quickly after just a few hits of the paddle and Punk clearly had no intention of stopping until Darby needed him to.
“Fuck!” Darby cried out, another hit landing on a sensitive area that Punk had been working on. He put his cuffed hands over his face, wiping the drool from his lip. He could barely take a breather before the sting of pain would meet him again.
“Do you need me to —“ Punk could barely even get out the question, but Darby frantically shook his head. He knew that he would ask if he needed to stop or take a break, but Darby didn’t want that, despite the hollers of pain and cursing.
“Daddy, please..” It was all Darby had to say for Punk to start up again. It was quicker, but not as hard, although it was hard to notice when the pain was constant. It hummed and burned under his skin, making his spine tingle and thighs shake a little. His cries shifted to moans when he felt light touches against his cock, fingertips moving almost gracefully. And it drove Darby up the wall.
After a session or two with Darby, Punk knew how to get under his skin and make him feel just right. He knew how to make Darby’s body shake, to get him to whimper and cry. It was music to his ears and just seeing him like this compared to how he was in the ring was enough to get to him. With his hits a little harder and his hand moving at a gentle pace against Darby’s length, Darby’s noises told it all. He was close and Punk just couldn’t let that happen, not yet anyway. He pulled his hand back and tossed the paddle aside, looking down at Darby who looked just as desperate as he sounded.
“Quit whimpering. Daddy is gonna take care of you.”
