Thought I'd upload some more old fics from my 30 day NSFW challenge. Warning for explicit (but very consensual) sexual torture.
Tsvetan wasn't sure which of them was the weirder one at this point, Alin for having all these stupid ideas and fantasies, or himself for being all too eager to comply.
Well, no one else would be able to keep up with these requests that Alin wanted carrying out on a weekly basis, sometimes more frequent and at times Tsvetan wasn't sure if he could keep up either. But it was all good fun. Tiring, but fun.
Alin couldn't have sex like a normal person, oh no. He needed weird. He needed kinky. He- okay at this point it was pure perversion. The funny thing was, he still loved the romantic side of things. Alin wanted rose petals and candles and lingerie. Except the lingerie was on the rope-y and leather-y side. And the candles were illuminating a cramped spare bedroom decorated to look like a dungeon. And the rose petals were covering a torture bench.
Yeah, Alin had issues and Tsvetan probably did too. Not that he was too fussed about the whole thing and just wanted Alin to be happy.
And if happiness to him meant being covered in scalding candle wax whilst receiving electric shocks to the nipples via crocodile clips, then who was he to deny him?
"Are you doing okay?" he asked, glancing down at his boyfriend in mild concern as he continued to hold the candle over his bare chest. He was tied- by all five limbs- to a rickety old table, his 'torturer's rack', stark naked and covered in bondage ropes. He always needed the ropes.
If Tsvetan had had his way, this room would be an office. But no, Alin wanted a sexual torture dungeon. Except their flat didn't have a dungeon so the spare room would have to do, and it was a good place to keep all their Halloween decorations outside of October. The room had to be kept locked at all times though, lest friends or family accidentally found it. Man, that would be humiliating to explain. Plus it would scar Alin's kid brother more so than the boy already was.
"I'm fine," Alin insisted, "just get on with this."
So Tsvetan turned up the voltage of the power box ever so slightly, and gave the rack on the table another turn. "Is there anything else you'd like to try tonight?"
Alin bit his lip. "As a matter of fact, yes there is."
"Yes?" Tsvetan asked apprehensively, drawing out the word.
Sweating under the pressure of the light electric shocks, Alin turned away slightly. "In one of the drawers… there's a, um… I put barbed wire on a dildo and want you to shove it up there real good. Until I pass out from blood loss and orgasm."
"Are you freaking kidding me?" Tsvetan was so damn close to using the safe word at this point. There was no way in hell he was getting barbed wire involved in all this too! Maybe this was the point where he insisted Alin see a therapist, though that point had probably long passed, particularly after last month when Alin tried getting hamsters involved. Those poor creatures…
"Yeah," Alin burst into cackling laughter, "it's just a dildo with some plastic barbs, nothing too scary. Still gonna shove it up there?"
"Oh I will," grumbled Tsvetan, making his way over to the bedside drawers, "I'll stick it up there nice and good you freaking weirdo."