#drilla yells

[princeofpace]

drilla and clark double-teaming and domming a sub, trans or cis sub works. :3

Being on his knees for the men he was supposed to be leading was humbling, but needed.

On his knees, for the men he was supposed to lead, looking down at him like hungry dogs. Dogs he kept hungry.

“Okay David, you need this don’t you boy?” Clark was holding a leather hood, squatting down to come level with his leader. “You don’t just want it. You need it.”

Drilla laughed, leaning forward to ruffle his hair. “Yeah, he definitely needs it. Look at that look in his eyes. Gotta break that.”

David grit his teeth, tension visible in his jaw. His hands, already bound behind his back, were shaking. He wanted to back out. He wanted this. He couldn't figure it out.

“I…need this.” David admitted, looking away. Looking down. He didn't want this. He did want this.

But he needed it.

“Good. Good boy.” Drilla cooed, smoothing out the hair he messed up. “Start tapping when it's too much. One of us will see it.”

David nodded, not making eye contact. Part of him wanted to shrink away, but he was committed to his.

“Alright. Head up.” Clark commanded, and David waited a moment before lifting his head. 

Even before being laced up, the hood was snug. His breathing was restricted, hearing muffled, and his world was black. The hood tightened, slowly at first before being secured firmly. He knew there were also straps that wrapped around, making sure his voice would be muffled.

David felt his panic, reminding himself to breathe through his nose. He felt a hand on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze. He could make out that it was Drilla talking, but he couldn’t quite make out the words.

He flexes his hands, waiting for the next moment. Anticipation was killing him. He wanted to quit. He couldn’t.

Clark’s voice came next, still muffled. He felt something running up his back. Leather. A whip? No. It was flat. A riding crop.What was it? He felt a chill down his spine and heat in his stomach all at once. There was a crack, and pain bloomed between his shoulders. His yells were muffled. No matter how loud he got, they’d be muffled. A wash of relief came over him with that realization, until there was another strike against his back. He arched, feeling the pain radiate until it dulled out.

The strikes continued, hot pain building on his skin. Sweat was already starting to drench his body, only making the strikes feel more accented. Each time he arched up, strikes forcing him to keep his spine straight. He could feel his chest heaving, trying to control his breathing once again as the strikes continued. An involuntary whimper escaped his lips, and the strikes stopped. His fingers twitched.

The next thing he felt was the nails scratching down his back, diagonally, followed by another strike. There was another pause, and the only thing that filled David’s world was his own ragged breaths and whimpers. 

“Fuck…fuck…” He mumbled into the mask, muffled words falling on deaf ears. 

Another strike, and he felt the blood dripping down his back. Another strike, burning pain radiating. He could feel it. Almost see it, if he focused, his back lit up in red strokes. His stomach fluttered as he thought about it. 

The next pause was longer. It left David anxious, going back to focusing on what he could feel. His own sweat. The blood. The burning, radiating pain. Sweat in his hood, his hair that wasn’t tucked in sticking on the back of his neck. 

He thought he heard something. Unsure of what it was, he tried to slow his breath. It was no good, the leather was too thick. 

Suddenly, he was pushed forward. Firm hands pushed him and he toppled over, confusing and fear washing over him. He felt his stomach drop as his sweats were being pulled down. Instincts kicked in as he began to struggle, legs kicking frantically. He heard a shout, and then a knee dropping to his back, knocking the wind out of him. The weight was kept on him, hand pushing his face into the ground. Still, he fought as he heard what must’ve been the two men laughing at his struggle. His body burned even more, as he did. Fighting was fruitless, but it didn’t stop David. That was, until he felt the cold air being to his thighs and legs, a sharp sound preceding it. They cut them off. He hated that. He hated it. He hated how much it turned him on.

Whichever of the men was on his back, stayed here. Rough hands massaged his ass, giving it a definitive spank. The embarrassment swelled through his body as he heard more muffled laughter. Something cold and wet slid between his ass, before the realization struck that it was lube. Another shudder ran through his body, as thick fingers began to stretch him out.

David couldn’t control the moans and whines that spilled from his lips as it happened. His once resistant body was giving in, legs being manipulated to be folded under him so his ass stuck up more. Two fingers gave way to three, carefully pumping in and out of him. The sensation in his gut and dick built up, the penetration not going deep enough for his taste as he tried to push into the fingers more, earning him a strike on the ass from the crop.

After what felt like ages of stretching him out, the fingers were pulled out. David sighed in response. It wasn’t too long that he was left empty, something else being pushed into his ass. Not Clark or Drilla, but something else. A toy, thick. It was slow at first, and then suddenly jammed in, causing David to tense up and arch his back more as a low moan came through his lips. The toy was pulled and pushed, fucking him. Sometimes slowly, other times with a quick and harsh pace. Clearly the two were having fun with it. David wanted to squirm away, but the weight of another man on top of him made that impossible. 

Suddenly, there was a vibration in his ass. A vibrating dildo. The idea mortified him, as he was left vulnerable, ass sticking up. Something began to tighten around his ankles. Rope. There was enough fight in him to try to kick away, but a pair of hands came and firmly held them in place while another tied him up. If he had to guess, it was Drilla on his back and Clark tying him up, given that it was Clark who tied his hands together.

His torso was lifted up. The vibrations in his ass were taking his energy, as he realized how much he had been struggling to breathe with Drilla kneeling on his back. It took no time at all for Clark to tie his folded legs in place.

The only thing keeping him upright was Drilla holding him up. His hand rested on David’s chest, before beginning to massage it. There was a flick against his nipple, and then one against the other one. The pain was perfect, as it got worse. The flicks increased in intensity as David realized his nipples were hardening. There was pinching that didn’t go away, first on the right one and then on the left one. A tug pulled him forward, and he realized his nipples had been clamped with a chain.

There was a hum he could hear, followed by a strong sensation against his dick that took him by surprise. It was dull at first. Another vibrator, this one being traced up and down his cock. One of them was behind him again, boot pushing the toy further up his ass, grinding it in. The other grabbed his dick, and was in charge of the vibe pressed against him. It lowered, pushing into his balls and earning a low groan. 

Unexpectedly, there was a sharp crack against his back. Riding crop coming back into play, David yelled in response as the assault began. The boot went from pushing the vibe into his ass to kicking it, while the vibe against his dick ramped up, being pushed against the head of it. Tension had been building, and David was unable to stop himself from cumming immediately as the vibe reached what he thought was its max speed. His whole body tensed. He screamed, guttural, gasping as soon as his climax came down. Neither man stopped as David slumped forward, exhaustion hitting him. David was twitching, relief and pain mixing as the men kept going.

David tapped on himself the best he could. The vibe against his cock took a minute to stop, and the one in his ass wasn’t pulled out immediately. There was one last lash against his back before the vibrating dildo was shut off; it was pulled out with an agonizingly slow pace.

Once it was out, he felt himself able to properly relax. He wanted the hood off first, but the men worked on the ropes first. Clark took his time untying them. David knew Drilla could work on the hood, but instead the two of them were chatting away as Clark worked. It felt like hours as he did, first the rope around his legs, then his ankles, and then his wrists. 

The unbuckling of the hood was a relief, as he realized it was finally time for him to come out of it. The lacing was undone with again, a leisurely pace, before being tugged off carefully. David took a deep breath immediately, his eyes squinting as he adjusted to the light again. He had been crying, he realized. When did that start?

Immediately, he was pulled up to his feet by Drilla and Clark, one arm around each shoulder as they picked him up. David felt dazed, unable to register what the two were saying to him.

There was a suddenly cold shock to his back that brought relief. He didn’t realize when he had been laying face down in a bed, or how long. An ice pack was placed against him, soothing the still burning flesh. 

“There’s the bossman.” Drilla spoke up, and David looked up at him.

“We’re gonna have to take care of these abrasions in a minute. It’ll sting. How you holding up?” Clark spoke after him. He was sitting on the bed, and David realized his head was in Clark’s lap.

“I think I need water.” David’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, Drilla seemingly prepared as he brought over a water bottle that was on the nightstand. The two men helped David sit up, as Drilla unscrewed the cap and brought it to David’s lips. He emptied nearly the whole bottle before pulling away.

His eyelids felt heavy. He wanted to sleep.

“Soon. Soon.” Clark responded, and David hadn’t realized he verbalized his thoughts. “Here, lay down. I’ll clean up the blood and abrasions. You rest.”

David nodded, being guided stomach down onto the bed. He closed his eyes, the desire to sleep overpowering the stinging on his back as he drifted away, muscles relaxing fully for once.

Maybe he’d take them up on this again.

Maybe.

[jupiterjunebug]

Also truly. Think they shouldve given the gold to the jet setters. Wouldve improved the post match comments of drilla and connors complaining about how much they hate japan and tjp getting yelled at for declaring himself leader and then proceeding to lose over and over, then it panning over to the jet setters who are like whoooooo boy man that sucked but im glad ive got a buddy like you :). Like wow shame you four hate each other it aint about you no more

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adhd

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its so easy to simply... not say u hate a character when reblogging art of them

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getting into the habit of writing down ideas the second i have them has been a Good Decision :]

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i dont understand a single change made to tumblrs tagging system or why it hides posts but i am TIRED

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theres an awful lot of ‘wow steve was so irreplacably good’ and ‘walker is so stinky and evil’ going on, but quite frankly i do not watch this show to see different flavours of white men being compared and contrasted. WHERE is sam’s backstory, WHERE is the praise/recognition sam wilson should rightfully be getting in character, WHERE is the set up to samuel thomas wilson being chosen by the people to be their captain america

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i’ve never watched death note and never will so i need someone who HAS to explain smth to me: if you write a person’s name in it, will it kill EVERYONE with that same name???

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if u see me drawing disjointed pjo things again ................... 🔪🔪🔪 perhaps

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wylan casting announcement when 

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happy tdov lads!!

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i just think theres a lot to be said about how the entire captain america persona, from the shield to the super soldier serum, was built off the backs of black people who were mistreated and lied to (the shield being made from stolen vibranium, the serum being tested on black soldiers) and how both john walker and steve rogers benefitted from becoming captain america while not having to acknowledge that fact. (even if steve didn’t know about isaiah, it still applies lol he very much did benefit from becoming cap)

and there’s also a lot to be said about how sam wilson does not, in any way, profit from becoming cap, or taking the shield. we’ve already seen how he’s treated despite already being an avenger: there’s no safety, no respect, no monetary gain. he gets continually hurt, both by the legacy of the shield and the oncoming danger because of it. sam acknowledges it all, and he’s still going full steam ahead towards doing the right thing (& more importantly: helping lead others towards the right thing)

and he’s not doing it cos he Wants to be captain america, either

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i’m a simple woman ok i have small and simple joys. such as bucky getting an eyeful of how torres looks at sam and coming to entirely the wrong conclusion about their relationship, thus making him just a lil bit jealous. like, a smidgen. a teeny bit. enough that he feels the need to step up his own loving gazes or whatever, but timing it poorly so sam never sees. (you know who does see: everyone else)

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please don’t demand things that artists aren’t advertising on their commission sheets.........and please do Not whine at/harrass them for not wanting to draw something they weren’t offering in the first place ?

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hey if any of yous r livin anywhere in northern ireland and are unable to attend any of the protests bc of health concerns or bc u cant get transport out there (the psni are apparently blocking certain routes out to protest/vigil locations) consider donating the £60 fine ppl r getting slapped with for protesting, to some of the charities/fundraisers in THIS DOC HERE:

theres more in the doc but again. if ur irish and cannot attend the protests for whatever reason, donate what u can WHEN u can. if ur goin out to the protests, remember to wear a facemask n maintain social distancing practices —  since thats allegedly what the local councils are throwing a tantrum about. dont give the psni an excuse to fine u or threaten arrest, cos u might walk away just fine from the encounter, but they will take it out on non white protesters instead.

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@ everyone who rec’d stardew valley durin th stream

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