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ᴄʏʀᴀᴍ ﹙🇴​ɥɔɐʎʌ ᴉɔ ǝ🇱​ɥ🇳​ɐ﹚ ([personal profile] hallowing) wrote2024-01-04 07:28 am
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-02 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lack of oxygen lingers like a burn in his throat, starry behind his eyelids when Cy draws away — the wipe of the man's cock against his cheek leaves a wet smear, an act so acutely belittling that it throbs in his cunt. Then there's the tease of that other affixed dildo as it's positioned just enough where he can feel the blunt end, but he can't satisfy himself by pushing down on it and taking it inside. Every action is deliberately cruel, intended to hurt or cause an ache of expectation for some future hurt, some pleasure held tantalizingly out of reach.

The man's palm is rough across his clit enough that he cries out, jerking in his bonds, those next words weaving a delirious web over his imagination. Cy fondles him, pinching a nipple made even more tender by the metal piercing hooked into it — his face is hot, sweat beginning to freckle his hairline with the strain of being trussed up. Milk is forced from his breast, dripping to the floor below in an obscene spill — it's painful, but with that sensation is a knife-edge of alleviation, too-full pressure eased by that forceful flow.]


Don't. It hurts when you touch them — stop. [A quiet plea, knowing that this glimmer of fear will be what Cy looks for. Covering his tits in bruises, or milking them, or dragging them down with weights: his fear is a shining beacon that allows tears to dampen his lashes.] I thought I said — to leave my men out of your... perversions. That was our agreement.

[His voice comes thin and strained, struggling where he's held bent at the hips, feeling that the slightest movement might push his pussy down onto the dildo and knowing he is wet enough it would slide right in.]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't even hang his head down at the onslaught of sensation, feeling the dildo ease inside of him to sit snugly within slick interior walls, which clench against his will to hold the shape of silicone in that tight channel. The withdrawal is worse — but the stroke of his clit, sorely tender, drives him to the very edge of orgasm so suddenly that he loses his breath on one full, gasping sob.

Will Cy punish him if he comes now? He can feel the hot, blinding wave right at the boundary of his own self-control, threatening to crash through him.]


S—Stop, I'm cl... close. [There's no way to escape the pleasure of stimulation between his legs, in his cunt, where fingers drag across that sensitive bundle of nerves, but he tries by fighting his restraints.] It's too much.
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-03 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[The pleasure wraps itself around the pain — an inextricable weave, braided into the sensation of metal yanking at nerves, tender clit sending a hot wave through him that only ebbs into the sharper, razor-edged electricity of the piercing. The dildo slides inside of him, unyielding, that slow rhythm set by a mechanical pace that does not tire or falter. It feels inhuman, and it won't respond to the way he ineffectively grinds down onto its length.

And those cruel words degrade him further, make him nothing more than a whore pregnant by his enemy's seed. It burns to imagine the rest of the world's perception of him now. Stripped of pride, and power, and kept here like a decorated prize. There's a hitch in his throat, broken on another crack in composure — sobbing for air, eyes closed tight, past the point of formulating words in retaliation.

He comes hard, the orgasm trembling through him, pussy clenching until the size of the toy shoved into it starts to hurt a little; Cy will feel the tremors where that hand strokes over his swollen belly. He's gasping, crying out only to bite his tongue so it isn't so loud, feeling the slick rush of arousal that soon begins to smear his inner thighs.]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-04 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[The lightheaded haze of orgasm has not faded by the time Cy circles around to his head, wet fingers prying into his mouth. A tongue obediently cleans them off once more, because he knows what will happen if he refuses, and then — a pair of mismatched eyes catch sight of the spider gag. Having worn it once before, Sasuke knows what to expect when it is fitted into his mouth, yet his heart kicks a little faster still, calling back to mind Cy's threat of other holes. He feels the metal dig into soft gums behind his teeth, jaw forced into that perfect 'o' as the straps dent his cheeks where it buckles around his head.

And then he sees the dildo. This time he lets the fear flash across his face, unprepared by the abrupt shove of hollow silicone into his throat, protest formed in the guttural sound that leaves him — pulling his head against its restraints even knowing he won't escape the man's brutal, precise actions. It slides in anyway; he feels it hit that tight space at the back of his throat, choking on it until that rhythm allows brief sucks of air and his mouth is pooling with drool.

Stay calm. The look he gives when forced is baleful, glaring — but he does make an effort to breathe by sheer necessity. It's difficult. At first he struggles to get it right, and Cy will hear him gagging around the toy's width, alternately taking oxygen through his nose to keep from blacking out. It's not supposed to be easy. That danger lurks, and he's well-aware that in this state he is vulnerable to everything this man chooses to do to him.

Even if all of that lethality is an elaborate illusion in genjutsu, he finds it intoxicating to pretend. He never thought it could feel so good to hand himself over, but it has unlocked some sense of freedom, subspace an Eden of relief in the foundation of their relationship. That's why his mouth relaxes, and his breathing becomes even, focused, taking the abuse as he has learned to do it.]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-04 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a physical jolt when Cy covers the air hole, but soon it eases, that kiss set to his head like a crown. It answers a deep need in him to be praised, recognized, and approved of — even with unshed tears gleaming in his eyes, with his mouth stretched wide and a toy in his throat, in his cunt and his ass, face blotchy with color.

The scrape of the chair legs has the intended effect of intimidation. He shivers, waiting in that prone position, unable to fully turn his head and watch where Cy finally settles at his side. The first impact drives a high noise out of his throat — he can't even clench his jaw to smother the sound, so it's loud in his ears, half-choked by silicone. He loses his breath again, a few hitches of effort around the toy before he manages to grasp a tempered rhythm so he won't suffocate. The soft skin of his breast stings, redness blooming where he's been struck by the rod.

And then Cy presents him with that choice. Rather than the act itself, it is a decision between two different punishments — one that will provide pain, and one that will provide relief at the cost of severe, scalding humiliation. It feels more like a trick or an illusion. Won't Cy just do both, in the end?

What if Sasuke wants both? To have his tits bruised, striped with welts, and then to have Cy's hands covering those fresh marks as he's milked, splattering his own feet, pooling on the floor.

There's another sob, overwhelmed by the choice, a tear dripping down his hot cheek. His right hand fights the cuff holding it affixed, and then he shows one hesitant finger.]
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he will be a changed (wo)man

[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-05 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's another sound muffled by the silicone toy locked in his throat, gasping at the hard squeeze to his breast that punctuates cruelty — he hears more than he sees the milk leaking from a sore nipple, dripping to the floor, messily obscene. He should have known that such a choice was an illusion. It is like Cy himself has peeled the deeper fantasy out of his mind, has read his body and his need beyond the layers of the scene. And if their roles are ever to grow into something else, his desire must be more obvious, well-known to this man's domination of him, his changing loyalty made stark. Humiliation and pain are too intricately tied, and he aches to be given both even as he plays it off as fear.

He hears the chair, picking up his head, vision blurry with tears he stubbornly holds back. The threat earns a useless strain in his restraints, voice choked on protest — there's nowhere to go and his spirited attempts to resist are futile. Yet it feels good to struggle, no matter how stripped of his freedom to communicate.

As promised, the dildo in his ass fills and thickens, a sensation at first strange and warm but soon impossible to endure quietly as it stretches his hole to a dull throb. It stifles his ability to move in what limited space he has — forcing him utterly still to bear the full, heavy girth of that toy as best he can. A whimper responds to it, muscles shivering, the steady tempo of the other dildo in his pussy never ceasing. He feels overwhelmed by the competing sensations, and then Cy is there again at his side to demand his attention.

Sasuke manages a ragged, wet gasp, his mouth still pooled with drool that drips from his chin — trying to control the in-out rhythm of breath. And then after a delay of tension, his hand forms a perfect fist.]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-06 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[The pain is exquisite, laying stripes across his breast in a bright red soon discolored to bruised shading. He weathers the first few, keeping count with his immobilized right hand, but the flesh is so sore and swollen, full with milk, that his composure degrades rapidly. His world narrows down to the sensation of the rod against his tits, overcome by pain, thoughts wiped from the canvas of his head like water on glass. He dwells on nothing in that state but the immediacy of its agony. He cries out, first with his jaw clenched shut around the noise and then eventually without restraint, sobbing around the toy in his throat, against the metal ring that keeps his teeth pried open. Tears wet his eyelashes and streak his flushed face, indiscernible from the messy smear of drool on his chin.

Yet the count doesn't waver. Cy uses his body like furniture in that lazy sprawl, feet kicked up and heavy on the small of his back. It's demeaning as much as it is full of ownership, possessive as the hand that finally extends to cup his breast after twenty weathered hits, nipple puffy and red from that last strike. Sasuke whines in his throat, overstimulated and too sensitive to the touch on skin that feels raw — he squirms as his belly is stroked, breathing hard through his nose.

He could live this life in reality, he thinks, if it was for Cy. If Cy was the one who owned him. If there was love, eventually, within it — even if it was something twisted and dark, he wouldn't mind. Because it would be for Cy.

The rough fingers at his clit coax another series of desperate noises from his throat, half-shaped pleases and nos made unintelligible by hollow silicone. Orgasm rolls through him this time less violently, but a hard clench of interior muscles down onto both toys filling his cunt and his ass signal the wave of its arrival. It isn't something he can control, not when Cy is touching him like this in the deepest display of trust, making him feel special, valuable, loved in this humiliating state.]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-06 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[He can feel Cy behind him, but he can't turn around and look, so he follows the man's movements by the path of that hand on his body, by the rustle of clothing and careful footsteps. Then Cy is right there in front of him, looming above — he tries to tilt his head to look at him, wet eyes slightly bloodshot, lips stretched over the hidden gleam of white teeth.

When the dildo slides out of his throat, he chokes on its absence and coughs hard, accidentally sucking down some of the drool gathered in his mouth on an abrupt inhale. He can feel where his body has begun to ache from its rigid positioning — his jaw is no different, relief when he closes his mouth only emphasizing the strain from the gag and toy.]


I— [His voice is rough, swallowing again to manage the words.] I don't have a choice, do I? You're going to hurt me either way, no matter what you think I deserve.

[There's a burn of challenge in his dark, mismatched eyes, but it's impossible to completely master the desire in himself — a little slip of his role, shining in his hungry expression.]

You know I'm going to obey.
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pillow talk for them

[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-06 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a sharp inhale, tension shivering through him in answer to those thoughts laid bare, those dark wants — that he has come to find meaning and sanctity in this life of subservience, made into a vessel for this man to use however he chooses. It's a fragile look on his face, cracked with fine fissures of vulnerability.]

Never. I never have.

[Our child. It makes him aware of the heaviness of his belly, more intolerable in this bent-over position even with the sling beneath offering some meager amount of support. That he has been inextricably tied to this man, their blood mingled to create new life — Sasuke wants to clench his thighs together at the thought, but the cuffs around his ankles prevents this motion.

He is not very good at lying.]


Please, just finish.
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-06 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[His mouth yields easily to the intrusion, though his gaze drops — concealing the look on his face. There is no choice with that command. What it reveals, whether Cy believes him or not, is only how well far he has fallen from a height of pride.]

I've lost count.

[The confession comes a whisper under his breath.]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-06 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[And he remains obedient, counting each crack of the rod against sore, swollen flesh aloud — this time with his voice betraying every compulsion of pain, five breaking on a gasp and ten cried out, desperate, unable to keep his jaw gritted shut. He's on the verge of dry sobs by the time they near the mark of fifteen, left breast as tenderly abused as its twin. Every strike that lays down a new welt causes his breast to sway, splattering pale milk on the floor beneath his feet, jewelry glittering in the low light of the room.

He stops holding himself back by twenty, because by then the height of pain has reached a point that it would be impossible. The illusion is still under his control — but for a moment he lets himself pretend this is real, this is all he is and will ever be. A sobbing, panting, pregnant whore.

When it stops, Sasuke hangs in his restraints utterly boneless. He has no energy left to fight or struggle even as an act.]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2024-09-07 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[There's an excruciating line to balance between the relief and the torment as his breast is fondled, kneaded, milk trickling into that crystal glass. The sound is layered by Cy's storytelling voice, and he knows his tendency to slip into its weave — but physical sensation keeps him rooted, flesh abused and mottled with welts and bruises squeezed by Cy's strong hands, draining him in such an unimaginably vulgar way. And yet no one else has this dominion over his body, and his breasts have swelled in order to provide for their child, so it is Cy's right to take it too.

He can't anticipate what happens next, though the precarious glass set between the span of slender shoulder blades tells him that something is coming — an acute wait temporarily distracted when the gag is fitted back between teeth. He whimpers, too weak for real protest, jaw parting slackly.

Satisfaction is immediate when he sees that Cy is hard because of him, but there's no time to dwell on this fact, no time to admire the heavy shape of the man's flushed cock, so familiar and well-loved he craves it in his mouth before Cy slides past the ring. Sasuke's throat forms a tight seal as he's learned, though he's unable to close his lips, at the mercy of whatever pace the man may dictate.

It goes on long enough that his mind begins to gray in that in-between space, but stilled movement coaxes him back to focus in time for that first, hot rush of milk over his tongue. He chokes at first, throat too full — but then reflex takes over and he swallows desperately around Cy's cock to get it down, a rippling clench of muscles that will be felt along the entire length. There are tears in his eyes again, because it feels like the glass never empties, that he keeps swallowing and swallowing to the denial of air, tasting himself and feeling it fill his belly.]