Written for comment_fic on livejournal
The prompt was Topher/anyone, blindfold
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Topher pleaded with Ballard, "Let me take it off."
"And why should I let you take it off?"
"It's too hard. It's too hard not knowing what comes next."
And it was. Topher could hardly stand being blindfolded, not knowing until a second after he felt pressure whether it was the touch of ice or of hot wax. Or when he could discern Ballard's shadow move over him but have no idea whether he was about to feel the sting of a whip or the horrible tease of Ballard's hands running so lightly on his skin that it made his hairs stand up. It was terrifying and arousing, both to a highly uncomfortable degree.
And Ballard knew it. "So you don't like being in the dark? You don't like being thrown into the fire without fair warning?" he asked Topher.
"No. Please."
"Now, see, I tried to explain to you why it's wrong to play with people like they're toys" Ballard said, as his hand pinched down in a way that made Topher shudder. "So maybe we'll just leave it on until you appreciate the irony."