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are you still interested in causing me pain? i have a lot of energy to work off right now so this is an ideal time for it.

The house is empty, so yes, I'd say this is a good time for it. You can come over whenever you'd like, we can discuss specifics when you get here.

see you in an hour.

[He needed the time to take a shower, get supplies, pack a bag, and let Azura know what to expect. They'd already talked about what he needed, so it was just a matter of telling her it was happening.

When he arrives at Connor's house he knocks, but once again strides in without waiting to be cordially invited. He shuts the door behind him, drops a medium sized duffel bag on the floor with a heavy thmp. He crosses his arms over his chest and levels an intense and probing stare at Connor.]

Rules: I say stop, you stop. Any spilled blood, spit, semen, lube, whatever, is your problem to clean. Don't make a mess you're not willing to deal with. If I want to sleep here afterwards, I get to sleep here afterwards. Deal?

[Connor's expression remains mild as Niles lays out the rules, and he nods as he finishes.]

Deal.

[He supposes it's only fair that Niles sets his own rules, considering Connor had set his own before. He is a bit bemused by semen being something Niles considered, though. He hadn't personally seen it going that way... not that he would object to it. He's stressed himself, after the SQUIP's departure. This could be a good form of release for him, too.

He nods to the bag.]

What's inside?

[Niles crouches by the bag and unzips it. Behind him his tail flicks in long, excited sweeps. He starts pulling things out.]

Tools of the trade.

[There's handcuffs, lengths of rope of different thicknesses and textures, silk scarves of various lengths, more than a few sheathed daggers, a short whip, a crop, a paddle, a spiked glove, miscellaneous clamps. As he focuses on rummaging through the contents, finding a particular item and showing it to Connor, he speaks, face somber and gaze fixed steadily on his own hands.]

We don't have to use the restraints if you don't want to but- [A short bracing breath.] I've been through something...ugly recently. I need to hurt, and I need to be able to resist it. [He picks up the riding crop and feels the familiar comforting weight of the grip in his palm. He looks up at Connor.] So know that if you don't tie me down, or if you release me, I'll be fighting back.

[He flips the crop in his hand, standing up and offering the handle out to him.] Understood?

[Connor approaches, taking the crop and running it over his palm.]

I’ll keep that in mind.

[He uses the end of the crop to lightly brush over Niles’ cheek, before turning his back on him and leading him into his bedroom.]

I think restraining you would be for the best, for now.

[He will just wait for Niles to take off whatever clothes he’s taking off, and lay down on the bed.]

[Niles' eyebrows bounce, and the flicks of his tail become rapid and short. He shovels everything back into the duffel except a pair of cold iron cuffs. He wants to feel the edge digging into his skin when he pulls against them. This is no time for gentle, sensual bondage.

Between his horns and his fur he's long since given up wearing shirts outside of special occasions, so all he needs to take off are his pants and underwear which are tossed onto the floor in an impressively quick and fluid motion. He spends a short moment stretching, but doesn't need any further prompting before he eagerly climbs onto the bed. He closes one cuff around his wrist, threads the chain through a gap in the headboard, and locks himself in. His eyes are wide and practically glowing with anticipation.]

Ready when you are.

[Connor climbs onto the bed after Niles, after selecting a sharp knife from the bag. He shoves Niles’ legs apart so he can settle there, and he leans over to trace the blade lightly over his collarbone. It’s just a test run, a brief moment of actually watching the blood well up, something he’s never taken the time to do before.

He can use the knife properly later, though. For now he picks up the crop again and whips it across Niles’ chest, sharp and without much warning. He runs his fingers over the red welts left behind, feeling the way the skin raises in response to trauma, before whipping him again. He’s careful to avoid the face, but otherwise he’s assuming everything is fair game. He keeps an eye on Niles’ reactions, curious to see how he takes it. He can hit him harder, but he feels like building things up first would be better.]

Describe it to me. How does it feel?

[Niles licks his lips and closely follows the motion of that blade, looking almost disappointed to see Connor put it down, until the crop strikes him across the chest that is. He doesn't cry out but the click as his teeth snap shut and his jaw tightens is perfectly audible, as is the hiss of drawn in breath that follows the second strike.

Niles had his doubts about Connor's ability to successfully dominate him, but the alternation between curious and harsh motions, the little fakeouts and teasing. Niles had underestimated him, and he was in for a treat.]

Good. [He has to think, how to describe pain to someone who has never felt it.] It feels...sharp, and fast, and bright.

[It sounds pleasant enough. Connor whips him again, before trailing the end of the crop down his stomach and over to his thigh. He seems to consider it before striking him across the soft skin there, pleased with how the crop imprints so perfectly on his flesh. And honestly, this really is already feeling good. He’s stressed, so hitting something is turning out to be cathartic.]

What about here?

[He taps the crop on the raised skin of his inner thigh.]

[A huff of breath accompanies the first strike to his thigh, and when he answers it's quick with a needy lilt at the end.]

Yes. Harder. On more tender flesh the feeling lingers. A sort of echo, like the afterimage of a lightning strike.

[Shamelessly he spreads his legs. If Connor is looking closely he'll see a cluster of thin faint scars on his inner thighs. They're tally marks. His left leg bears 8, his right 5.]

[He spots the marks, and makes a note to ask about them later. For now he just strikes the crop against his inner thigh harder, before trailing his thumb over the red skin left behind. Still curious. He shifts to the other thigh, his strikes precise as he experiments. He lets the crop hit the skin closer to his groin, and he shifts it to just where the fur starts going down his leg. Seeing which is the most tender.

He breaks up his whips with soft explorations with his fingers, entranced by the way Niles reacts and the way his skin flares up red and angry. A few strikes break the skin, and Connor watches with great interest as the blood wells up and starts to slide down his leg.]

[Niles thighs tense on each strike, relax in the aftermath, and twitch as Connor runs pleasantly cool fingers over the inflamed skin. The further up the thing the more conspicuous drastic the reactions, and not just on his legs. He'd been flaccid when he stripped down, but as Connor worked him over heat began to rise under his skin, and his cock began to swell. By now he's at his full length, and it rests against his stomach, the still hooded head of his erection obscuring his belly button.

As the number of hits increases and the welts begin to crisscross, his cock visibly twitches, and he has to hiss in sharp breaths through clenched teeth to keep himself quiet. It's not a pride thing, but this was a demonstration of his pain tolerance wasn't it? He'd make Connor work for those noises. He does deserve some praise and encouragement however.]

Ohhh yes.~ Alternating between gentle-! ...and harsh treatment is very effective. The pleasure and pain mix and mask one another.

[The third strike to draw blood prompts a deeper, full body twitch, and a grunt. Shit, he really needed this. He pants, and beneath Connor his tail starts twitching again, any visible fur fluffed up and bristled.]

Edited 2020-01-04 21:20 (UTC)

[He wasn't coming into this expecting to get off on it, but seeing Niles aroused like that is making him react in kind. He bites his lip as he trails the end of the crop up between Niles' legs and over his cock, before focusing again on the task at hand. He rubs a thumb over the blood coating his thigh, presses it in hard to make the cuts sting under the touch, then pulls it away and idly sucks the blood off. His gaze is intense as he watches Niles, studying the form beneath him.

He leans over until his lips are just barely touching his neck, and strikes him across the hip hard enough to leave another bleeding wound. Then he runs the crop up his side, across his chest, and over his cheek, smearing a streak of blood across his skin. His mind wanders to the bag of his own under the bed, but for now he just smiles to himself and taps Niles' lower lip with the end of the crop.]

I don't think anyone has ever reacted this way to me causing them pain before.

[Niles doesn't shrink from the mistreatment, far from it. He pushes into Connor's hand as he gathers blood on his fingers. His pupils go wide as Connor sucks it off, and beneath the tip of the crop his cock jumps, hard enough now that it's free standing rather than flat against his stomach.

Connor leaning in is equally exciting. Had he forgotten Niles' warning? For now things were still flirty and experimental, but the more lasting pain Niles is under the more perilous being quite so close to his fangs is. He squirms under Connor, licking his lips as he takes stock of his range of motion.

The strike has him pull down sharply with his arms, drawing the chain of his cuffs taught, and feeling the metal edge dig into his skin. Breaths heavy and deep he arches his back as the crop trails up his side. He chuckles darkly, tongue flicking out to taste his own blood.]

I can guarantee you I'm not the first. You're a little too good at this.

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[He seems mildly surprised to be told that he's good at it, before letting out a soft hum that basically amounts to "well, of course I am". He was built to be good at everything he puts his mind to. He does also briefly scan his memory files for anything resembling this kind of reaction, even subtle, but he can't really find anything interesting.

As for Niles' fangs, he isn't worried. He can move freely, while Niles can't. He can also tell if Niles is tensing up ready to strike long before he does it.

He lets out a huff of warm breath against Niles' neck as he gives a soft chuckle, and pulls back to sit up. He's looking down at Niles with obvious amusement, finding this activity more fun than he'd expected it to be. He looks down between them to touch at the bloody stripes on Niles' thigh, and gets an idea when he spots the tail resting beneath them. Shifting back slightly to give himself room, he runs a hand down the soft fur before grabbing it and yanking on it hard.]

What about this? Does this hurt?

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[A sharp, high, entirely involuntary yipe, is likely all the answer Connor needs. Despite the warning that stroking the tail had been, the unfamiliar sensation itself takes Niles by surprise. The pain sends a shiver up his spine, and his dick twitches again as his hips are roughly pulled forward by the force of the tug. He snaps his mouth shut with a wince, cutting his noise short. It's the closest thing to embarrassment or shame he's shown this whole time, and it's brushed aside a moment later.

He flicks his head to keep his hair out of his eye and smiles. In Connor's grip the muscles of his tail tense as it tries ruefully to flick side to side. He licks his lips.]

Only in the best way.

[He raises a leg slowly, dragging his furred calf along and up Connor's side. ]

I hope you plan on taking responsibility for riling me up so much.

Maybe.

[He tilts his head, and raises his eyebrows.]

Maybe not.

[Though his mind does go back to that bag again. He liked that reaction, and he'd like more. He looks at Niles, obviously considering it.]

What's in it for me?

[He's not nearly as worked up as Niles, but the way he looks at the other man says enough. It's a hungry gaze, almost a little predatory given their current situation. He releases the tail, watching it flick to the side.]

[Niles' smile turns combative, and he raises his other leg high, reaching out to rest his ankle on Connor's shoulder, trying to get himself into position to hook his feet behind the man and trap him, pull him in close again. Get him in range again.

At the same time he makes a show of stretching his back and pulling hard against his restraints. He shifts his weight, bracing it against Connor to lift his hips up in a needy thrust.]

Whatever you can take from me.

[It's not exactly an invitation to fuck him, more like a challenge.]

[Connor allows Niles to rest his ankle on his shoulder for a moment, before slipping out from underneath him and firmly pushing his foot back down against the bed.]

Anything at all?

[He's ready for it... but while fucking him would be enjoyable, he wants to at make him wait a little longer. Maybe if he plays his cards right, he can get Niles to beg him for it. He slides off the bed to find more restraints- a length of rope this time- and he ties Niles' feet to the end of the bed, legs spread wide apart. Any struggling is met with the crop, so Connor finds that ultimately it's not too difficult.

Smirking at the sight he makes like that, Connor casually pulls his own bag out from underneath the bed and plops it between Niles' legs. He rummages in it with no intention of telling Niles what he's looking for or even what's in the bag, though it probably will become apparent what it contains when he pulls out a thick, flesh-coloured dildo. Moving the bag back off to the side, he walks around to the drawer by the bed to pick out a tub of lube, and then he settles himself back between Niles' legs. He runs a hand over the cuts on his thigh, smearing his blood up over his hip, before curling his fingers around his cock and giving a slow stroke.]

You're lucky I'm not leaving you like this...

As long as you earn it.

[Niles struggles against Connor tying his legs down, kicking out with his hooves, his tail even swinging up instinctively in a harmless, sheath covered strike. Each punitive strike of the crop causing a twitch and a grunt, followed by a momentary stillness. Between that and Connor's undeniable upper hand, all Niles' struggling amounts to is leaving him breathless and panting once he's finally fully restrained.

He smirks when Connor brings out his own toy bag, and beams when the dildo is brought out. His thigh twitches as his fingers paint his skin, and a spasm travels the whole length of his leg as he tries again to kick, relishing the feeling of the rope holding his ankle fast. When Connor's hand closes around his cock Niles lets out a rough, deep groan.]

Ohhh yes, thank you.

[Connor tips his head to the side, rubbing his thumb idly over the head of Niles' cock.]

That goes for the sounds you make, too. I don't want you to make noises to satisfy me. I want you to make them because you can't hold them back.

[He doesn't like it when people make sounds they don't mean. How can he learn what they really like if they do that?]

Deal?

[He presses his thumb lightly against the slit, before moving away to lube up his fingers. Of course if Niles begs him for anything, he wants it to be genuine. There's no real point in it otherwise. He wouldn't have accomplished anything.

He presses a finger inside Niles, and then another. He works on stretching him, occasionally rubbing his fingers up inside him, ignoring the way his own cock is starting to press against his jeans. He can wait.]

[Niles chuckles.]

Contrary to appearances, I have quite a lot of self control. If I go out of my way to hold my tongue it'll get awfully quiet. Think your ego can handle that?

[As if to prove his point, Niles doesn't even let out a sigh as Connor starts to finger him. It is nice, and that's evident enough in the way the tension is leaving Niles body and his hips grind down to meet Connor's hands. There's less resistance than he might expect. Niles knew full well what state this would put him in and went out on a limb and prepared himself some before he arrived.]

I think so.

[He can feel that Niles is already prepared, so he removes his fingers and lubes up the dildo instead, pressing it slowly inside him. He angles it just right, and after making sure Niles has it comfortably inside him he sets it to a low vibrate. At the same time his other hand traces over the cuts on his thigh again, making them sting under his touch.]

[Niles licks his lips again as the dildo fills him. His tail, once again trapped under Connor, twitches and jerks, reacting instinctively to the pressure. The muscles in his lower back contract with the motion, and it changes the pressure on the cock inside him. His eyelids flutter, for a moment, but his expression stays the same. Confident, challenging, eager.

And then his cocky grin shatters the instant the vibration is turned on and to his horror an audible gasp is ripped from him. He's never felt anything like this. It's intense and unexpected and the combination is lethal. He thrashes against his bindings, body undecided between trying to escape the new and nearly overwhelming sensation or greedily grinding down for more.]

WhaaaAAAT is thaAAAAAT??

[Trying to talk was a mistake, he can't keep the quaver out of his voice, and after his question he clenches his jaw shut with a snap to keep those stretched vowels from becoming a full on moan.]

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