It came out more implied dub con+ hurt/comfort than noncon, but I hope you still like it anon.
White came to as the smooth warm metal of Billy’s hand glided down his hairless chest. He couldn’t remember how he fell asleep or why he was tied down and blindfolded. It was rather refreshing to be the one who was kidnapped and memory wiped for once even if his kidnapper was only Billy. The familiar sensation of Billy’s prosthetic was sweetly comforting in contrast to the anxiety that rose in him as he realised he was naked and every freakish inch of his pink skin was exposed.
“Hey fella, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on White, is you are going to be punished.”
The buttery soft leather of a riding crop slid up Pete’s thigh and then kissed it with a sharp smack to the firm muscle on the inner side.
White gasped at the shock of pain and Billy’s words. It was going to happen. It was finally going to happen. The riding crop was White’s, he had kept it in a long flat box underneath the bed along with the spreader bars that had his arms and legs splayed on the trailer’s living room floor. White didn’t think that this was ever really going to happen. The few times that Pete had brought the idea up with Billy, he had just looked at Pete with a disgusted expression asking, “Really?” Everytime Pete had responded with, yes dear god Billy I can think of nothing I want more that being tied down and forced to submit to your every whim, hurt and immobile and cared-for by Master Billy Quizboy, Billy would say, ”No, no way.”
White had learned to stop pushing. He had already gotten Billy to go along with so many plans that had never panned out as expected, this was one thing that he just had to accept he was never going to have. He’d had to settle for some awkward self-ties with ice locks when Billy went to his LPA meetups which made for a really odd conversation when Billy came home early to find White had hogtied himself in the bedroom. He’d had to end early to explain things (and cut his best silk rope), but now . . .
White came to as the smooth warm metal of Billy’s hand glided down his hairless chest. He couldn’t remember how he fell asleep or why he was tied down and blindfolded. It was rather refreshing to be the one who was kidnapped and memory wiped for once even if his kidnapper was only Billy. The familiar sensation of Billy’s prosthetic was sweetly comforting in contrast to the anxiety that rose in him as he realised he was naked and every freakish inch of his pink skin was exposed.
“Hey fella, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on White, is you are going to be punished.”
The buttery soft leather of a riding crop slid up Pete’s thigh and then kissed it with a sharp smack to the firm muscle on the inner side.
White gasped at the shock of pain and Billy’s words. It was going to happen. It was finally going to happen. The riding crop was White’s, he had kept it in a long flat box underneath the bed along with the spreader bars that had his arms and legs splayed on the trailer’s living room floor. White didn’t think that this was ever really going to happen. The few times that Pete had brought the idea up with Billy, he had just looked at Pete with a disgusted expression asking, “Really?” Everytime Pete had responded with, yes dear god Billy I can think of nothing I want more that being tied down and forced to submit to your every whim, hurt and immobile and cared-for by Master Billy Quizboy, Billy would say, ”No, no way.”
White had learned to stop pushing. He had already gotten Billy to go along with so many plans that had never panned out as expected, this was one thing that he just had to accept he was never going to have. He’d had to settle for some awkward self-ties with ice locks when Billy went to his LPA meetups which made for a really odd conversation when Billy came home early to find White had hogtied himself in the bedroom. He’d had to end early to explain things (and cut his best silk rope), but now . . .
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