drabble request - Hangblade, Hangman gets his hands on the Switchblade's switchblade
TW: Knife play, obviously
"Come on now Hanger, we don't have to do anything rash," Jay sounded nervous for once. Adam advanced towards him, switchblade in hand, literally cornering Jay. It was sleek, black, with a steel blade and just the smallest hilt. At some point, Jay had mentioned it was there so the person using it wouldn't use slide their hand onto the blade. It seemed like Adam remembered.
"Why not. You do rash plenty, Jay, don't you?" Adam pushes the issue, pressing the tip of the knife against Jay's throat. "So why can't I? I've been on a roll of it. Why not?"
Jay's laugh is anxious as he presses himself into the corner even more. Adam moves the blade, trailing it against Jay's cheek. He then grabs Jay's jeans at the crotch. Slowly Adam sinks down, and carefully he cuts through the thick fabric with the switchblade.
"Hold still. Wouldn't want you to lose any hardware now, would we?" He presses his face against Jay's raging hard dick, and Jay can only let out an 'uh huh' in response.
Adam cuts down the inseam, cutting through the stitches. He hums as he does, the sharp knife working well at it's job. Eventually the inside of Jay's left thigh is exposed. From there, Adam hold the knife in his mouth for a moment by the hilt, and with both hands, rips the jeans even more to expose flesh.
"W-What are you thinking of doing?" Jay bites his lips, looking down at the sight. The way he was turned on was ridiculous, and he didn't even have any ability to hide that.
"Just gonna carve my name in darlin'. Figured I can brand you, but before that I might just stake my claim a little more crudely. How deep do you think I have to go for it to scar?"
There's a quiet 'fuck' from Jay, who's left sweating and groaning at the thought.
Dom Hangman / Jay - Adam reminds Jay who's in charge, after Jay gets a bit cocky after beating him twice! Consensual choking/bondage/belts.
i felt so compelled by this, sorry the ending is kinda meh!
Jay was thrown roughly down onto the floor of the bedroom in Hangman’s ranch home. He’d invited Jay over under different pretenses, and Jay being a little too confident, accepted. As soon as White got to Hangman’s house, he was immediately jumped from behind, a belt looped around his neck, and dragged through the rooms of the home, upstairs into the bedroom, and essentially bodyslammed in.
The Switchblade was all game for this. He did expect it, but was just not quick enough on the draw. It was a little game they liked to use as foreplay; the one who managed the jump first was the one setting the rules.
“You think you beat me a few times and now you’re hot shit?” Adam was practically barking at Jay, who only laughed while rubbing at his neck.
“A few times? Do I have to remind you of our record again?” There was that smug look on his face as he spoke, Hangman stepping forward into the room more and looming over him.
Suddenly he’s being grabbed by the collar of his t-shirt with one fist, the other having belt still in hand as Adam raises it over his head, and Jay flinches. Hangman lets out a huff of a chuckle, letting go of Jay and stepping back for a moment, before placing his boot on Jay’s chest and nudging him to roll over. The last thing Jay wants is his chest stomped in, so he allows the cowboy to command his movements.
With his face in the carpet, the first strike of the belt came down hard, striking across his back. Being stubborn, Jay grit his teeth through it. Another lashing, and another. The shirt was softening the impact for the Switchblade, and it made it much easier to keep himself from screaming in pain.
“Take off the shirt,” Adam commands. Jay waits for one moment too long, and Adam is barking the order again.
“Okay okay!” Jay sits up to a kneeling position, throwing his hands up before taking his time pulling his shirt off, throwing it aside. Before he can speak again, Hangman is choking him with that belt again.
“You fucking listen to me. You’re doing as I say, right now. I don’t want any goddamn backtalk, no taking your sweet time, you are MINE. You are going to give me respect. You are going to LISTEN and do as I say, or I am going to beat you into a pathetic, bloody pulp, in a way that’s been long time coming for you.”
Jay can’t speak, fingers trying to make their way between the belt and his neck. His head feels lighter, and he can feel how desperate and shallow his breaths are. Jay can barely nod, and Hangman loosens his grip on the belt, letting him catch is breath.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.” Jay coughs up an answer, before getting a boot shoving his face again.
“What was that?”
“Yes...sir.”
“That’s more like it.” There wasn’t going to be much praise from Adam tonight. It made Jay smile for just a flash of a second as Hangman was stepping back and around Jay. “Now, count.”
There was a snap, sharp against his back. Jay couldn’t grit back the yelp this time.
“One!”
Another strike, and this one feels cutting.
“Two!”
Three, and Four, and Five, and…
Jay mindlessly counts, trying to grit his teeth through it. Somewhere around 10, he’s sure he’s bleeding. Somewhere around 15, there’s tears streaking down his cheeks, By 28, he’s unable to keep himself up anymore.
Pitching forward, he’s a sobbing, sniffling mess. He feels the burn of the marks on his back, the blood dripping down his back. He realizes how he’s gasping for air with the way his nose is stuffed up from his sobbing. It feels miserable, it feels exciting. Hangman’s stopped and it takes Jay a few moments to notice it. Instead, he realizes, his hands are being tied behind his back.
Hangman is hauling him up by the waist and putting him face down on the bed gently.
“You’re pretty when you cry, you know that?” Adam comments, pulling shoes and socks off, before working on getting his pants and boxers off of him. There’s a slight struggle with how tightly Jay’s pants fit him, but he doesn’t say anything. Once they’re off and discarded, he’s got rope and he’s tying Jay’s ankles to the bed posts.
Jay can only hum a delayed response, nodding his head, drool already pooling underneath his mouth.
“Relax, c’mon.” Hangman rubs Jay’s hips for a bit, before heading over to the one of the nightstands. Jay’s able to see him pulling out some lube, trying to get a hold on his breathing.
Soon, he feels the cold liquid sliding between his ass cheeks, and a finger probes against his asshole. One digit enters him, and then another. They slowly open him up, fingers scissoring him open before curling against his prostate, making him whine and try to push his hips up.
With his other hand, Hangman grips Jay’s ass, massaging it under his hand. Finally he pulls his fingers out, applying more lube directly into Jay’s asshole. He lines his dick up, grabbing Jay’s hips and keeping him down. Pushing himself and as soon as the head of his dick penetrates Jay, he thrusts himself to bury his full length in Jay.
Jay lets out a lewd moan, groaning as he gets filled up by Adam’s cock. It’s a feeling he could get addicted to, and as Adam begins to thrust more, Jay is left drooling where he is. He can’t even move below his waist, so all he can do is let Adam fuck him endlessly.
Before Hangman can come in him, the friction between his dick and the bed makes Jay come over himself, but he can’t even muster the strength to say anything about it. Hangman’s stamina is far, far greater than his right now. Jay is so exhausted, he’s falling in and out of consciousness, and he can’t tell how much time has passed before Adam’s come inside him, the warmth filling him up.
He hears Adam groaning as he presses flush against Jay’s ass. Jay wriggles slightly, trying to push back against the other man.
They stay there for a moment, and Jay feels himself slipping back out.
When he next wakes, he’s still in bed, on fresh sheets. There’s a blanket around him, and as he starts to gain more awareness, he realizes he’s been bandaged up. His back was sore, but no longer stinging. It was dark out, and Adam was next to him on the bed, totally passed out.
Letting out a content sigh, he Jay lets himself drift back into sleep.
Jay played with the switchblade in his hand, twirling it with quick flicks of the wrist. He was amused, watching Hangman glare up at him from where he was tied up on the floor, gagged and bound as he watched his captor. Jay was just about smiling back, a very mischievous look in his eyes.
The two of them had been here like this for a few moments. Hangman was tied, wrists to ankles, on his knees. There was a rope around his neck, connected to the ropes around his ankles, so that if he wanted to move, he couldn’t without choking himself. It also forced him to push his chest out, as well as curve his back.
Stripped down to nothing, as well.
Jay was sure to gag him, with the cowboy’s own jock stuffed in his mouth, gag of wrist tape around his head and across his mouth to keep it in place.
To say that Hangman was pissed was an understatement. He looked livid, the only thing that was betraying him was his dick. Erect and practically leaking, and Jay kept looking at it and at Adam.
They’d agree to no knives this time, but that was what the stipulation was for Jay to do whatever else he wanted.
Rope was the way to go, and he was sure Hangman would be trying to beg for freedom from those ropes soon.
White places the knife on the table, getting up and walking over to Hangman. In the silence of the room, there is just the faintest sound of leather rubbing against leather has he walked. He squatted down in front of his tied up enemy, grabbing Adam by his face and shaking it.
“See, this is how I like you cowboy,” Jay speaks, forcing the eye contact, “Quiet and still. Hell, I’d display you if I could.”
Something flares in Hangman’s eyes. He knows better to shuffle or move. Tipping over would just add to his embarrassment. This was far from his first time in a predicament like this, but the first time with Jay in charge. Last time, Jay had let him dominate. He was earning that title of King Switch today.
Jay gets on his own knees, wrapping his arms around Hangman to pull him close. Their knees are between each other. Jay pushes his knee under Page’s dick. He bounces his leg, watching the cowboy’s dick bob with it.
“You can look as angry as you want, cowboy. I can tell you want this real bad.” Jay’s hand reaches down to gently grab Hangman’s cock, slowly beginning to jerk him off with a firm grip.
There’s a stifled moan as Jay’s deliberate movements are making Hangman buck his hips, followed by a choking noise as he ends up choking himself. Jay can only laugh at him, keeping up the deliberately slow pace.
Jay is laying his head against Hangman’s shoulder, watching the pleasure that shudders through the other man’s body as he’s milking his dick for everything it’s worth. He didn’t want to leave Hangman with anything left in those balls. He was going to milk him dry, like this, until he couldn’t take it. Jay wanted to see Hangman beg to be let free so he can collapse or keep rutting or whatever he felt desperate for. But all of that would come after.
He watched as beads of cum began to come up from Hangman’s swollen dick, dribbling down his own hand that was still slowly jerking him off.
“We are far from done yet, cowboy.” Jay kissed him on the cheek, before laughing again.
