Deserving of brutality

21, minors DNI, masochism/kink account, all content posted is 100% fictional sexual fantasy. real-life torture should not be condoned.

[whumpslvt]

Intro: 21 year old masochist. Made this acc to safely indulge some of my worst fantasies, I obviously don't advocate any of this irl. This is a very, very guilty pleasure, so please don't be a dick. If it makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to block me.

He/him

Minors DNI, obviously

[whumpslvt]

I don't understand the kink of just wanting to be treated like shit. I want to be treated like shit in addition to everything else :3

[whumpslvt]

Tw: masochism, dubcon implied, noncon implied.

I need a horror smut where it's a hyper masochist sub and a dom who isn't really that sadistic at first.

The sub starts asking to do pain stuff slowly. All of their requests are minor at first, but as time goes on, each request becomes more violent and unsafe. The sub keeps reassuring the dom, telling them its fine, and they're safe. But questions still cloud the dom's mind. Why do they have a safeword and not their submissive? Why does the sub only seem to care about the dom's discomfort? Why are they starting to enjoy this? I'd imagine they're horrified on a deep level until the climax, where something breaks, and they become their own worst nightmare. The sub is now on the wrong side of a horror movie monster, something so sadistic it doesn't even resemble the sweet, gentle, caring partner they once had. And they know it's all. Their. Fault.

[whumpslvt]

I need to be tortured until I forget how much I hate myself.

[whumpslvt]

I wish my body was more durable

[whumpslvt]

Why the fuck am I not getting tortured rn?

[whateverimhthr]

i have a couple friends who just. really need maintenance beatings. you wouldn’t be this needy, this pathetic, this desperate, or frankly this forward, if you were just getting hurt on the regular. maybe somebody should make that happen.

[whumpslvt]

Degradation doesn't turn me on by itself, but I feel like it helps me immerse myself in the scene. Like, of course, you're telling me that I'm disgusting, that a masochist like me deserves to suffer and be punished, that I'm just a helpless toy to abuse and torture. I'm your victim, after all. Kindness is no way to treat a victim.

Okay, maybe it turns me on a little by itself.

[whumpslvt]

You see, the problem with painkillers is that I can't feel my torturer cradling my trembling body with gentle, uncharacteristic care after he's done with me and carrying me to bed to cuddle because I was good and took it all so well.

[whumpslvt]

Sub restrained in a kneeling position while dom sits behind them and reaches around their body. Dom is poking with a knife, threatening with a lighter, or even just tickling. Something to make sub retract into their embrace semi unwillingly. That's it, that's the post.

[sheikahfication]

Men should be soaked in blood and miserable more

[whumpslvt]

Holy shit yes

[whumpslvt]

If you want to stop? Yeah, that's fine. Consent is important, after all. No worries.

If I want it to stop? Ignore that shit. In fact, tell me to shut the fuck up. In fact, gag me. In fact, stitch my mouth shut. You're supposed to be having a good time. What I want doesn't matter. There's no reason to listen to that shit 😊

[whumpslvt]

Tw: Whump, noncon (fictional), brief mention of intoxication.

This may be nothing, but imagine a whumper performing kink acts on an unwilling whumpee beyond the usual variety sadism.

Whumper into denial keeping whumpee in a chastity cage, only ever unlocked for brutally long edging sessions.

Whumper who likes conditioning pairing punishments with rewards, pain with pleasure, until poor Whumpee can't tell the difference anymore and/or becomes a masochist.

Whumper who gets turned on by tickling using it to assult Whumpee's body for hours at a time, making them choose between it and 'real' torture.

Force fem/masc, intoxication, body mods, all of those, and more become available. The sky truly is the limit.

[whumpslvt]

It's been hours. Hours of torture, and I still haven't said a word. No begging for mercy, no pleading for the pain to stop, nothing. Even my whimpering is kept quiet. This doesn't make any sense. Why won't I break? You get frustrated, push harder... and get nothing more. Eventually, you get tired of it. You stand up to walk away from my trembling body. "W-where... where are you going?" I ask, a bit of concern in my voice. "I'm going to bed, pet," you answer. "We've been doing this for a few hours already, and I'm tired." I hadn't even realized that time was passing. My words only reach you when you're halfway out of the door. "D-did I... do good?" You turn back around to face me and ask, "What?" I shift a little, meeting your gaze with puppy dog eyes. "Y-you said good boys are quiet, but you seem... mad? A-are you mad at me?" A light bulb goes off in your head. "Yes, pet," you answer, smirking triumphantly. "Such a bad boy. I'm very mad at you." You can see how it bothers me more than the torture ever did. "I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, give me another chance! I-I'll be good, I promise! I won't let you down again, I promise! I-" You cut off my words with a backhand across my face. It barely even registers as pain, and I look up at you through my tears. "Good boys don't need to apologize, pet." And that's all I get before you leave, having a new way to make me beg. I'm a lot more audible throughout the night than I was before.

[whumpslvt]

"You're so pretty," I'd be prettier with scars on my face.

[whumpslvt]

Tw for knife play, cnc, and hunting kink.

You knew this wasn't a good idea. You felt it the entire drive, but you hadn't said anything. You're in the passenger seat, and I pretend not to notice you fidgeting. "I get it if you want to back out," I say, my tone soft, almost pleading. "We... we might be able to figure something else out..." You know I don't want that. You reasure me that you're okay with... this. We arrive. I hand you the car keys. "You remember your safe word, right?" I ask, and you nod. You found it odd that you have one, and I don't... "I'm... gonna go now... s-see you soon..." But that's not really true, is it? We won't see each other. You'll see prey, I'll see my predator. You reach into the glove box to grab what I prepared for you. Your blood runs just as cold at the metal as you realize what you're touching. It was supposed to be dull, but it wasn't. I gave you a real fucking knife. You steady your breath as you hold it. Fine, you think. If I need this so badly, it's exactly what I'm going to get. If this is the only thing I can get off on, you're going to make sure I do. You decide then and there to punish me, to make me regret pressuring you, such a soft and loving partner, into such an ugly and sadistic role. Sooner or later, you'll find me. Hurt me as much as you need to subdue me. Drag me to the abandoned cabin nearby and do whatever you want to me for the rest of the night. You know, as you step out of the car, that the hunt has begun.

[whumpslvt]

I only have a safeword for your sake, I'm probably not going to use it. It's so you don't feel like you went too far, so you don't feel like you violated me.

But if you want to go too far, if you want to violate me...

I guess we can just throw that silly little thing out ~<3