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reversecreek · 4 years

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ziggy strutting up to me like this gif as i hold up a crucifix n say begone begone vile beast BEGONE from my vicinity i will NOT buy u a happy meal wretched little boy...... some live action rp to start this off..... and SCENE. takes my bow. his pinterest is here n his playlist is here.

* dylan minnette, cis male + he/him | you know ziggy benson, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of his life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole glitching televisions impaled by remotes, nonchalantly texting the babes as a stove fire ravages your kitchen & cartoons turned up so loud it fries your eardrums thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 24th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her )

HISTORY;

from the second ziggy ws born he didnt stop screaming. within the first hours of his life he gave his father an ear splitting headache tht prompted him to say “that uncooked chicken’s fucking demonic” n joke abt popping “it” in the oven to roast. when this understandably received disgusted glances frm the nursing staff he ws all like “jeez alright alright i’m kiddin i’m kiddin can’t a guy have a joke around here?” n i feel like that sets up their dynamic so nice n sweetly <3 (sarcasm) (lips pursed)

frm day one he ws just honestly a rly hyperactive child. when he laughed he’d shriek it out at the absolute top of his lungs bc he’d just get this huge giddy surge of energy all the way to the very tips of his toes n it’d hit him like a shock from a fork in a plug socket. their parenting style ws rly just lazy tbh.... they didn’t have much time for disciplining him. ziggy’s mum wld halfheartedly be like “ziggy quiet now....” n then go bk to nuking whatever vegetables she’d defrosted until they tasted like dinosaur bones..... this wld not make any difference in ziggy’s behaviour

his father rly just took the stance that it ws ziggy’s mum’s job to discipline him or raise him in general which is. 🔪 please enter the 20th century sir.... get ur noggin sorted..... needless to say he wsn’t much involved in ziggy’s life n honestly generally jst didn’t like him. ziggy was a responsibility he didn’t want (accidental prregnancy) n in his literal words once said (blatantly while ziggy ws watching cartoons on the sofa) tht ziggy just “harshes my fucking vibe a lil bit”.

he wound up leaving when ziggy was six ish.... ziggy watched thru a crack in the blinds as his mum tried to grab at his jacket to make him stay as he lugged out his suitcase..... she even tried to physically cling onto him so he cldn’t get in his ride bt the door wound up slamming n she sat on her knees watching the lights pull out the drive n even long after they were gone. ziggy didn’t rly kno what to do abt this (emotions hd never been smthn he particularly understood, his own or how to handle other people’s) so after watching her fr 5 minutes he went out n gently shook her shoulder n was like. mom come inside u look weird out here. FKGHSFHGSFHKGFHKSGSFGHK. this was him trying to show love <3

ziggy’s mum is like.... rly relationship dependent. she gets all her self worth n validation frm whtever man she’s dating.... so she went on this like.... wild rampage of jst. dating a very large string of men. they ranged frm dreadfully boring to downright awful n were always below her standards. ziggy quite literally hated. all of them. every last one. even one that tried to b nice to him by offering to help him do his math homework when he ws 13 (bc ziggy was struggling a lot w this) n in response ziggy loudly barked until the man gt scared n stumbled backwards into a dining chair on his way out of the room. KGHFHKSJHFJGSHKFG

while him n his mum hv a kind of strained situation (there’s a great deal of resentment from her end n kind of. blaming him fr “driving his father away” n it’s never spoken abt bt it’s very much Present in their relationship n honestly ziggy kind of resents her too fr bringing some of the men into their lives tht she did) there is. love there...... sometimes she’ll like. reach out to cup the back of his head n he’ll duck his head away n be like wtf are u doing checking me for lice? n she’ll jst smile like :)...... knowing that’s how he loves. KHSFGKJGHKSFGFHKGSHF. ugh we love men who know how to process their emotions yesssss king give us nothing <3

(abuse n violence tw) idk i won’t go into it too much bt even tho ziggy’s constantly like 🙄 when his mum shows him affection he wld quite literally. kill fr her n almost did one time.......... narrowly avoided getting charged w assault when one of her bfs was drunk n evil n he went into protective mode.... idk he. has gone thru a lot n seen a lot n so has his mum. they look after each other the best they kno how despite the negatives in their relationship.... it’s complex <3

literally got in trouble so. often. at school. he ws always hyperactive (undiagnosed adhd n also probably not helped by the fact he ws jst allowed to eat sm junk food w 459729457952 sugar percentage all hours of the day) bt when his dad left n like. dealing w acting out so severely at home where his mum’s bfs were concerned it rly escalated..... i jst think he ws like. literally a terror. probably got suspended so many times. maybe even was permanently expelled before he cld get his diploma honestly. set off a firework in school hallway. smthn absolutely reckless n stupid.

hs hd a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up getting fired.... worked at mcdonald’s fr a while n then one day he went in rly high n ate three cheeseburgers in front of a weeping child who hd ordered one.... promptly gt fired bt he ws like yo fuck this place i’m quitting n threw off his apron n was like who’s with me??? who’s joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff n they were all mostly like >_> <_< before security approached to forcibly remove him n he grabbed a cookie n crammed it into his mouth in rebellion mid frantic n frankly possessed escape.....

in terms of wht’s going on to this day w his living situation i honestly think he still lives w his mum. i can just see this. KHGFSKGHSFGKSFGH. in like. a ramshackle bungalow in delphinus heights.... having said tht she probably isn’t. there tht often nw she’s dating her latest man (jonas, somehow always sweaty no matter the weather, wears too many gold rings n smells like shoe cleaner) who owns a car dealership n thinks he’s a kingpin for it. still home sometimes tho.

PERSONALITY:

ziggy spends his days working shifts at an ice cream parlour (one he got fired from once bc he broke in high n ate sm ice cream he was lay on the floor in the bk pants unbuttoned stomach bulging sm calling himself garfield saying he had too much lasagna. they hired him bk tho bc he has a harem of middle aged women who lust after him n it brings customers....) or like. cruising parties...... setting off fireworks.... skateboarding...... breaking into abandoned buildings.... filming stupid jackass type tricks....... playing guitar hero...... getting drunk at the arcade..... sometimes busking fr cash in a tossed dwn hat (very badly) (thinks he’s sick at it however)........ or alternatively...... fucking chicks aha...... fuck.......... not exclusive to chicks tho just had to sound despicable bt :smirk: he’s bi Baby....

i won’t lie he’s kind of an asshole................ never rly was taught properly how to empathise with ppl so like he struggles w that....... sometimes he’ll say smthn tht’s genuinely just quite mean n doesn’t need to be said but he doesn’t rly realise it’s like bad. n he’s like. what’s the deal haha why are u mad......

fuckboy. genuinely jst. rly summarises it well. insatiable. sleeps around wildly. will say he’ll call u back n then will not call u back. lies like oh babe i’m moving to france tomorrow fuckkkkkkkkk sucks so bad that we can only have one night but let’s make it special yeah? tits? n then they’ll see him casually skating past them on the street a week later n be like well clearly he’s not in france. ziggy doesn’t care.

calls himself a “genius inventor” bc he once gutted a vintage analog television n made it into a fish tank. it literally leaked water a bit. still convinced he is a literal visionary never seen before never done again. he’s like i’m on the brink of greatness. i’m the next einstein.

has a bit of a god complex where he thinks he’s the sexiest person in any given room n it’s kind of funny bc like dylan minnette’s sexy to me bt tht isn’t a widespread opinion n ur being a bit bold ziggy...... regardless has confidence thru the roof tht isn’t rly deterred by anything or anyone.....

dyes his hair 49729572459752 colours every colour under the sun. sometimes all at once jst different patches. wears lots of tie dye tshirts n basketball shorts even tho he doesn’t play basketball. rly colourful sneakers. just lots of loud colours tbh. often wears a paper clip in his ear as an earring. pierced it himself. someone probably recorded him doing it fr his insta story. probably was drunk.

drives a vespa around tht is baby blue with pastel yellow polka dots. it has lots of tin cans attached to the back by string like on those cars when u just got married. he did not just get married. u can hear him arriving frm over a street away.

almost never pays fr anything bt is always like “yo it’s my treat” n then either dine n dashes or u have to pay

his idea of romance is nuking a hot pocket as breakfast in bed n then complaining he’s hungry n eating half

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fuckboy antics: he’s insatiable. rabid. notorious. mayb they fkd n he didn’t call........ jst completely ghosted........ mayb they were genuinely into him n he honestly built up kind of false pretences abt them having a connection n then jst dipped..... cld b good fr angst n drama <3 someone please egg his house he deserves it <3

high skl heathens: locals tht were equally chaotic in hs..... just picture him having this group of misfits tht were like so loud n always getting up to no good doing god knows what god knows where.... probably gt arrested together breaking into an old abandoned hospital one time........... rly just doing the absolute most at all times............. probably so loud........... drinking n smoking far too much.....

an attempted teenage relationship: i’m like. tentative to even put this one bc i just feel like ziggy wld be a shit bf. KJHGFSHGFHGSFHGFKGHFKSG. but. maybe it ended in drama.....i’d say this wld probably be a girl bc in hs he probably ws less open w his sexuality... maybe ziggy cheated on her or she cheated on him................ angst........ strife.... we love it we love it........ i crash my car into the bridge... i don’t care... i love it... sudden icona pop moment me stood on stage singing karaoke.... it’s just gone 7am as i write this so i apologise if this is losing any. coherency. smiles so sexy....

last adolescent plot i swear: i picture when ziggy was expelled he somehow amassed a large group to protest w signs outside the school fr him to be accepted back. it didn’t work. he threw a party when he received news he hadn’t got back in anyway. maybe ur muse was involved or helped organise this or was violently opposed.

enemies: ppl who just. don’t like ziggy bc like honestly that’s so fair n valid. KJHGFKGHKSFGHSGKHSFHG..... mayb he like. exploded their mailbox one time when they were younger. mayb he skated over their toes. mayb he fucked their bitch aha fuck................. (joking btw) (don’t condone misogyny) (hashtag feminism). cld be fun to play around w

fwb: probably hs a few of these......... mayb they’re cool w things being no strings attached n lax n at ease w ziggy being the mess tht he is in general..... mayb they want more bt ziggy cannot provide...... mayb they literally don’t get on at all n this is their only mutual ground n they keep coming bk to each other.... :smirk:..... whatever u Farncy....

maybe ziggy’s mum dated ur muse’s dad at one point???? we can discuss this if u think it fits..... cld be fun to play around w............

coworkers: past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this guy fking ONNN at a past job (he’s had a few in the food service industry so pretty open in tht area)... mayb they work w him at the ice cream parlour now..... cn discuss the dynamic probably wld be dependent on the muse involved fr like. how he’d act n stuff.... :yum:

#irvingintro #abuse tw #violence tw #believe tht's all....

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bigbluebarns-blog · 6 years

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ABLEISM REDUX

Well… There are so many different dimensions of disability that people can be ableist toward those with different disabilities than their own. …And it’s only in the last couple of generations (within my lifetime, at least) that Disability Rights groups have banded together in a common cause (Rather than, say: Rights groups for the blind working only for the blind, Rights groups for Cerebral Palsy working only for Cerebral Palsy, etc.). Matter of fact, based on my own recollections, I think working together for universal access rights only really got any steam in the 1970s – when I was already a teenager.

Confession time: until relatively recently (like, the last 10 years, or so), as a physically disabled person, I was biased against those with intellectual disabilities, and would get quite insulted if anyone mistakenly thought I was “R

—–ed.”

@theborkplanet IDK HOW TO SEPARATE MY COMMENTS FROM YOURS AND COMMENTS FROM YOURS. HENCE THE CAPS.

I WAS ALSO BIASED AND PROBABLY STILL AM SOMEWHAT, TOWARD PPL WITH INTELLECTUAL DISABILITIES(ID). I TOO USED THE R WORD. GROWING UP MY EXP WITH PPL W/ ID WERE NEGATIVE OR GROSS, AND NO ONE EVER BOTHERED TO EXPLAIN SOMEONE’S ID TO ME, SO ALL I KNEW WAS NEGATIVE BEHAVIORS EG JO GRABS STUFF AND SCREAMS; NO ONE EVER EXPLAINED HER AUTISM. MOE HAS DOWNS SYNDROME, IS OBSESSED WITH SAYING “BOOBIES” LOVES THE EFFING BEACH BOYS AND FARTS A LOT AND NEVER SHUTS UP; HOW ANNOYING; NO ONE EVER TOLD ME ABOUT PERSEVERATING, OR THAT DS CAN CAUSE GI PROBS SOMETIMES. AL MUTTERS, HE STINKS, AND HE KNOCKED OUT HIS AIDE SO I’M AFRAID THAT AL WILL GET ANGRY WITH ME AND KNOCK ME OUT; NO ONE EVER EXPLAINS HIS CONDITION, SO I GLEAN MY INFO FROM EAVESDROPPING and RUMORS. THE ABLE-BODIED ADULTS DIDN’T BOTHER TO PROMOTE UNDERSTANDING EVEN THO WE WERE ALL TRAPPED ON THE SAME SPECIAL ED BUS, SO THE PASSENGERS WITHOUT ID TALK SMACK ABOUT THE ONES WITH ID. THE ONE TIME I ASK, “WHAT’S AL HAVE?” ABLEBODIED ADULT SHAMES ME FOR ASKING AND BLATHERS ABOUT CONFIDENTIALITY. NOT TRYING TO JUSTIFY MY PREJUDICE; JUST RELATING EXP. I’M ALSO WORKING THRU IT BUT U R RIGHT; NEVER 100% DONE.

I’m working through it, and like to think I’m getting better (and one huge part of that is learning just how deep and intertwined institutionalized ableism really is, in our societies). But as with being a White woman dealing with racism, I have to remember that it’s a case of continuing recovery, and not something I will ever be 100% over and done with.

Thanks for sharing, @aegipan-omnicorn. You’re lovely.

@bigbluebarns, I don’t personally know anything about suffering racism, being a white american myself. However, I do know a thing or two about suffering ableism, both at the hands of able-bodied people, and disabled people.

People are incredibly social animals and will band together in groups with other similar people. This is natural, and it is good. It can be healing and cathartic to hang out with people who “get it.” But this tendency can also have an extremely dark side, as we see with “isms.” This is going to get long, so I’m going to break it here in consideration of people’s dashboards. Again, I can only speak to ableism and sexism so please keep that in mind.

OMG, I LOVE THESE NAMES AND TRADEMARKS. DID U INVENT THEM?

Ableisms I have suffered at the hands of disabled people:

The Cripple Police™: These are the people who, in an overzealous bid for limited access available, arbitrarily decide who is disabled enough to use a mobility aid, bathroom stall, parking spot, and even sometimes the label of “disabled.” If you are not Crippled Enough, you can be subject to any form of social punishment they deem to be necessary.

I HATE THE CP AND I’M CONSTANTLY REMINDING PPL THAT U DO NOT HAVE TO APPEAR DISABLED IN ORDER TO USE HANDICAP PARKING. IT’S LIKE THEY WANT U TO WEAR A TAG STATING U R DISABLED SO THEN THEY CAN ASSESS IF U MEET THEIR RANDOM CRITERIA.

Example: I used to be able to walk longer distances with a service dog, but was still a high fall risk. My doctor (a licensed neurologist) prescribed me a parking placard so that none of us had to worry (as much) about me passing out in a parking lot where no one could see me, and getting run over. A lovely woman in a wheelchair, who just happened to park in the accessible spot next to me, proceeded to scream at me and my service dog all the way into the store. A manager rescued me by going along with my ruse of knowing him, and invited me into the back were I fucking hid away until they told me she had left the store. It. Was. Scary.

EGAD SOUNDS HORRIBLE. BUT YEAH THERE IS A DISABILITY HIERARCHY

The Born This Ways™ : The experience between people who were born disabled, and who acquired disability later in life, vary a great deal from one another. BTW ableist types actively minimize the experiences of other disabled people, simply because they hadn’t been baptized since birth by xyz. In other words, the suffering was not identical to their own, thus must be invalid.

Example: I became disabled after adulthood, and tried to find solace after being subjected to ableist responses from friends and family members who were unable to cope with the “broken me.” I found lots of great disabled people who helped me, but I also found people who routinely scoffed at my experiences, again informing me that I was not “disabled enough,” and suggested I was being deliberately weak, or histrionic. Sometimes it was almost eerily word for word what my ableist friends/family said. How strange…

I’VE SEEN THE ACQUIRED DISABILITY IS BETTER. TM ADIBS MIGHT IMPLY, “WELL I’M A QUAD, BUT AT LEAST I GOT TO EXP BEING ABLEBODIED; I’LL HAVE EXP U SADSACK LOSER BTWS WILL NEVER HAVE. I GOT TO BE NORMAL FOR A WHILE” MOST OFTEN I SAW IT COME FROM PARALYZED PPL WHO WISHED THEY COULD WALK AGAIN. I WAS BORN WITH CP AND AB PPL ACTUALLY ASKED ME “WOULD U RATHER BE BTW OR AD?” BEFORE I THOUGHT ABOUT IT, I SAID “BTW, CUZ THATS ALL I KNOW AND I’VE HAD IT FROM DAY1 FALSE EQUIVALENCY WHEREAS ADIBS HAVE TO ADJUST” NOW THO I KNOW THAT EVEN I AS BTW HAVE HAD TO ADJUST TO CHANGING SYMPTOMS. DO U WANT 2 BE A TREE OR A MOUSE...UHHH...FALSE EQUIVALENCY ALERT, CAN’T COMPAPARE APPLE N ORANGE.

The Faker Police™: I think anyone with an invisible illness has experience with this one. This is when people who “look disabled” refuse to believe someone who “does not look disabled,” and proceed to treat them as hysterical attention seekers instead of…well, anyone else. These people often practice double ableisms–I have noticed that many also tend to judge Disabled Enough based on mobility aids. Then, they try to chase the “fakers” out of the community, because everyone knows “fakers” are why we have additional burdens added (like further hurdles to access, government aid, etc).

ALSO IF U HAVE AN INVISIBLE DISABILITY LIKE YOURS AND ME ALSO, I SEE THE “WELL EVERYONE GETS DEPRESSED/SAD/TIRED.” I END UP FEELING LIKE I HAVE JUSTIFY THE DISABLING NATURE OF MY DEPRESSION/ANXIETY TO A WEG.

Example: Before my condition had progressed to me needing a mobility aid, I was already facing discrimination in the workplace. I requested an accommodation to have the crappy fluorescent lights removed from above my desk, as they provoke bad neurological symptoms. You’d think it was a little thing, but when I asked for advice on dealing with skeptical and belligerent management, I met the same reactions in some disabled people, followed immediately by “Fakers like you are why we see knee-jerk reactions like the word ‘no!’ Come complain when you’re actually disabled and need to have a ramp installed! Until then suck it up!”

The Totally Qualified Disability Judges™: This one seems to arise from the natural tendency of people to compare their situations to the situations of others. If they arbitrarily judge another person’s situation to be better or more favorable, then that person is not As Disabled, or Disabled Enough, or Disabled At All. Then, based on that judgment, they try to socially punish the condemned, or to excommunicate them.

Example: Some conditions are really straightforward and don’t vary widely. People with the condition all seem to have similar limitations. My condition is the exact opposite of that. I have the chronic form of migraine disease. Lots of people get migraines, but not all of them have more than 15 a month, and migraines can last anywhere from a few hours to three days. To some people, pain is the most disabling feature of a migraine, to others, the accompanying neurological weirdness is. (Migraines are often proceeded by cortical spreading depression, a phenomenon also exhibited in epilepsy. Just for an example).

So, when people hear what my condition is, they remember that one lady they used to know who had to lay in the dark for a couple days each month, and wonder why the hell I’m in a wheelchair. It doesn’t make sense to them (who cares that migraines don’t make sense to the most brilliant neurologists in the world), so they decide that I just must not be disabled. Or, if I am, it’s hypochondria.

I’VE SEEN: YEAH HAVE U TRIED XYZ CURE? IT REALLY HELPED THAT 1 LADY. IF U DON’T TRY XYZ WELL THEN UR LAZY N ALSO PROBABLY FAKING THE EXTENT OF UR DISABILITY?

Fun fact: Internalizing ableism from medical doctors, and from some close friends and family, and THEN the disabled people I came into contact with later, and from whom I seeked guidance, prompted so much self doubt that I had a licensed psychologist work me up for hypochondria and other related psychological conditions. It…turns out that I am not a hypochondriac. I could not find relief from all of these experiences until I encountered a neurologist familiar with my condition, and fellow disabled people who have been around the block, and who are not so embittered by their experiences that they deigned to expose others to the same.

For that reason, I will always be vocally critical of ableism within our community. I will not sugar coat it, nor will I flatter ableist disableds by giving them another name. That goes for my own ableism, too. Now that I have worked through a lot of my own, I can use my aids with confidence and obtain a freedom that is at least emotionally similar to the one I had when I first formed my adult identity (which was as an abled person).

AH YES, IN MY CASE, INTERNALIZED ABLEISM=ANXIETY N DEPRESSION. STILL NOT SURE IF DISABLED PPL CAN BE TECHNICALLY DISABLED BUT THAT’S JUST LINGUISTIC SEMANTICS.

CLEAERLY WE BOTH KNOW DISABLED PPL ARE CAPABLE OF ASSHOLERY.

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO BOLD TEXT IN POSTS? #TUMBLR NOOB

For an example of sexism from women, see my post Never Underestimate Old Women, in which an old lady cashier schools us for self-righteous activism.

Thanks for the discussion!

#ableism #disability #disabled

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fortheloveofpearlet · 7 years

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idk if ur taking any more prompts, but daddy kink biadore (if ur comfortable w it[!]) w danny sub

I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I appear to have written a drabble! 😵

Thank you darling, sorry this took so long! Currently not taking requestsI’m not entirely comfortable writing daddy kink but here is some rough sex, Roy dom/Danny sub. Hope that’s ok 😘 no story just smut.

Danny was naked on the bed, the handcuffs at his wrists that pinned him to headboard were digging into his flesh and the gag in his mouth was hurting his jaw. He was on his front, on his hands and knees. He couldn’t see Roy but he could hear the distinct sound of leather hitting the wood of the base board of the bed. He knew what it was; a whip. He had no idea what had come over Roy, he was never quite like this in the bedroom. To be honest, Danny would say their sex life had started to become a little stale. They’d been together years, he supposed that was maybe to be expected. But when he’d come home from work this evening Roy had been waiting for him in the bedroom, naked and hard. It hadn’t been long before Roy had stripped Danny of his clothes and then he’d ended up like this. Honestly Danny wasn’t about to complain. It may be out of character for Roy but Danny didn’t need to question that now. Roy hadn’t even touched him and he was sure he was harder than he’d ever been.‘So this is how you like it?’ Roy finally spoke from the end of the bed. Danny tried to reply, forgetting about the gag but his voice was just a muffled sound. 'You really should delete your internet history if you didn’t want me to know.’The whip slapped the wooden base board again and Danny whimpered, the sound startling him. So that’s what this was about. Danny had forgotten to erase his browsing history and Roy had found the sordid porn videos he’d been jacking off to recently. Danny had no idea where the fascination had come from but he’d found himself increasingly interested in the world of BDSM. The handcuffs. The whips. The rough sex. Jacking off to those videos had led to some of the best orgasms of his life. And Roy had found them. Danny felt the weight of the mattress shift and he assumed Roy had climbed onto the bed. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt the cool leather tracing his spine. He hissed, knowing full well what came next. He held his breath and sure enough it came to a stop at the bottom of his spine and then the whip cracked across his ass cheek. He screamed a little at the pain but once again it was muffled. Roy slapped his ass over and over with the whip, each time the pain seemed to heighten. By the time he was done Danny’s ass was throbbing, he knew it would leave welts and it would hurt for weeks. Roy came closer to him and pushed his erection into one of Danny’s throbbing cheeks. The whip trailed back up his spine and down again and held his breath once more ready for the pain. The pain didn’t come though. Roy moved away from him and the next thing Danny knew he felt the cuffs around his arms loosening. Roy freed him from his restraints and quickly flipped Danny onto his back. Danny stared up at him, Roy had a darkness to his eyes and a dangerous smirk on his lips. Danny had never seen him like this before. As he just stared on he didn’t realise his hands were being cuffed to the headboard above his head once more until it was too late. He whimpered and tried to pull his arms free but the metal of his restraints just dug into his skin. Roy straddled him and sat over the younger mans chest. Roy’s hand reached for his own dick and started slowly pumping himself.'We’re going to play a little game.’ He smirked, using his free hand to grab Danny’s chin. 'I’m going to do whatever I want to you and you can’t come until I say so.’ He stroked his dick a few more times before letting go of it completely. 'And if you do come before I say you can…’ Roy’s eyes got darker. 'I will punish you.’Danny swallowed as Roy moved lower down his body. He knelt on the bed and parted Danny’s legs. Danny was trembling at this point, turned on to the point he already felt like he could blow his load and Roy hadn’t done anything yet. He had no idea how he was supposed to hold off. Roy bowed his head and ran his tongue up the underside of Danny’s shaft and over his head that was already leaking with pre come. Roy chuckled to himself knowing how hard this was going to be for his boyfriend but that was the point. He wanted to give Danny the best fucking orgasm of his life. He wanted to push the younger man right to the brink only to pull him back again. By the time he was ready to let Danny come he was going to be a mess. His head got lower and Danny trembled again knowing where Roy was going. Seconds later he felt Roy’s wet tongue pressed against his hole.'Remember Danny, you can’t come until I say you can.’ He spoke at Danny’s entrance sending a wave of vibrations through his whole body. Danny whimpered again just as Roy’s tongue plunged inside of him. Danny moaned around his gag but the noise was once again muffled. Roy’s tongue worked his hole with a new found ferocity that Danny hadn’t experienced before. One of Roy’s hands was on Danny’s thigh, his nails digging down into his flesh. His other hand wandered to Danny’s erection and started pumping him, slowly at first. His tongue was exploring Danny’s hole like it was the first time and Danny continued to moan around his gag. His balls already felt like they could explode, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to hold off. Roy’s hand picked up its pace a little and Danny’s eyes rolled back in his head. Roy smirked as he continued to explore Danny’s ring of muscles with his tongue, gliding in and out. Danny was panting, Roy watched his small chest as it heaved up and down. There’s more where that come from, Roy smiled to himself. Suddenly he let go of Danny’s dick and his tongue disappeared from his hole. Danny whimpered a little at the lack of contact but a part of him was relieved, he needed a little breather or he was surely going to blow his load. Roy climbed up the bed and took hold of Danny’s chin. Their eyes met and Danny saw the darkness behind Roy’s.'Close?’ Roy smirked giving Danny’s face a squeeze. 'Don’t forget the rules Danny.’ Roy let go of his face and chuckled a little before he straddled Danny’s chest. He wrapped his hand around his own dick and pumped himself a few more times. Danny was too mesmerised watching this that he didn’t see Roy’s other hand reach up and unlock the cuffs. Danny’s hands fell to his side and he breathed a sigh of a relief. He started circulating his wrists to try and get the blood pumping again as Roy got back up. Danny found himself being flipped back on to his front and his wrists being pinned behind his back this time. The cuffs were slapped around his wrists once more holding him in place. Roy pulled him up onto his hands and knees and Danny just went along with it; he couldn’t exactly do anything else. Soon he felt the unmistakeable feeling of leather trailing down his spine.'Are you close Danny?’ Roy repeated in a murmur, his voice low. Danny grunted and shook his head although they both knew it was a lie. Roy smirked.'Good boy. Think you’re ready for my cock?’Danny whimpered a little. Roy wasn’t usually one for dirty talk and it made Danny’s balls throb. He’d never been so turned on in his life. He knew having Roy’s dick fill him up would be incredible but at the same time it would no doubt push him over the edge. But Danny couldn’t answer even if he wanted to. He heard Roy reach over to the bedside draw to where the stash of condoms was. Danny heard the packet ripping and he closed his eyes and took deep breaths to try and compose himself.'Remember the rules Danny,’ Roy’s voice was low and breathy. 'No coming until I say.’ He rolled the condom over his erection. Soon Danny felt Roy pressing the head of his cock outside his hole. Danny felt weak at this point. Roy was succeeding in winding the younger boy up and he knew it.‘Want me?’ Roy held his hips tightly, teasing him with his cock. Danny growled around his gag. What a stupid question. Soon Danny felt the head of his cock slowly pushing inside him. But once he had the tip in, he thrust the rest of his length inside Danny and he hit his prostate hard causing Danny to emit a muffled scream. Roy clearly liked this reaction as he kept doing it, thrusting really hard, slamming into the younger man, hitting him in all the right places.‘Jesus you’re tight.’ Roy grunted, a sheen of sweat forming across his forehead. He felt close to the edge himself. Roy’s hand snaked around Danny’s waist and took hold of his shaft and he immediately felt his pre come leaking out as he started roughly pumping him. Danny’s head was hazy. He was a complete mess, writhing and panting under Roy. Roy had reduced Danny to jelly. No one had ever done that before. Danny’s head was leaking and his balls hurt he needed to come so badly. Roy clearly sensed this. He stopped pumping him and brought his hand to his lips. Danny knew without seeing him that he was licking his come off his hand. Danny felt Roy’s hand at the back of his head and suddenly the gag came lose and Danny’s spat it out on the bed. He panted a little.‘Roy I really think I’m going to come.’ It was killing him not to. Roy smirked a little.‘Did I say you could?’ He thrust really hard and actually that one hurt Danny a little but it soon felt amazing again. He would pull almost all the way out of him, just leaving his head inside and then slam back in with all his force. He was pumping Danny’s cock again although his strokes were getting a little lazy now but Danny was kind of thankful for that.‘I really don’t think I can last any longer.’ Danny was panting, his balls in agony. Roy shrugged.‘See what happens if you do.’ He smirked in that dangerous way, Danny could hear it in his voice, and that paired with his grip around Danny’s dick and the feeling of him slamming his prostate was his lot. Danny couldn’t stop, there was no way he could hold out any longer without his balls exploding. Danny came with such force it hurt. He had never come so hard before and he covered the bed and Roy’s hand with his load.‘Danny, Danny, Danny.’ He tutted, shaking his head, thrusting each time he said his name. Unexpectedly he pulled out of him then and was quickly getting out of the condom. He flipped Danny over making him frown. Roy moved so he was kneeling over his chest. He started stroking his cock as he looked down on his boyfriend.‘What did I say?’ he shook his head. Pathetically Danny bit his lip. Roy threw his head back as his own orgasm washed over him. His cock twitched in his hand and then he covered Danny with streak after streak of his salty come. His chest. His arms. Even some on his face. He was panting and grinning when he looked back at Danny. There was a drop of his come on Danny’s lip and he licked it off making Roy hiss.'That was hot.’ Roy smirked. 'Well I’ve got places to be.’ He got up from the bed and started throwing his clothes back on. Danny frowned as he just laid there, his arms still cuffed behind his back.'What? Where?’ Danny asked incredulous. Roy just shrugged but didn’t reply. He got dressed and headed for the bedroom door.'Roy you can’t leave me like this! Un-cuff me!’ He heard Roy chuckled in reply but then the door swung open and closed behind him. Danny stared at the door in shock and confusion. Roy couldn’t just leave him like that could he? Panic started to set in and he started to realise his arms were hurting. Just as his panic was about to hit fever pitch the door swung back open and Roy strolled in. He came over to the bed and sat down.'As if I’d just leave you baby.’ He smiled softly and placed a gentle kiss on Danny’s lips. He untied him and helped clean him up. Afterwards they crawled into bed together and Roy held him tight.'How do you feel?’ He spoke into Danny’s messy hair.'A little sore but it was totally worth it. That was amazing.’Roy laughed a little a placed a kiss on Danny’s crown.'I’m glad you enjoyed it baby. It was incredible.’'Roy?’ Danny asked softly and turned in the older mans arms so he could look at him.'Yes Danny?’'Are you…’ Danny bit his lip. 'Are you going to punish me for coming?’Roy’s eyes went dark again and a smirk appeared on his lips.'Oh you better believe it. But we’ll save that for another time.’ He kissed Danny’s lips and Danny settled back onto Roy’s chest. Roy’s words went straight to Danny’s dick and he felt himself getting hard again. He liked the idea of that way too much and he couldn’t wait for Roy to punish him like he deserved.

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