“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ivan asked after showing Matt around the studio he’d booked. “I can ask someone else, it’s not a problem. I just wanted to give his paramours first dibs.”
Matt shook his head, trailing his fingers over the kevlar flogger and whip laid out on the table in preparation. “It should be me. I know he can take a lot… he wants to take a lot, but I know that it should be someone he knows.”
“I won’t lie, it’s pretty intense. I mean, I’ve never really combined all of these elements before and I want to, but you can’t really plan everything. Especially not the way he wants it to go down. It’s probably going to be pretty brutal. I’m not going to hold back.”
He nodded. “I know.” Matt sighed and tapped his fingers on the long side table seeing a pocket knife, a machete, and several wrapped new scalpels laid out beside the heavy equipment. “Are you going to, um… you know, I can’t-”
“Rape him?” Ivan stated matter-of-factly.
“Gah. Such an ugly word.” Matt winced. “That’s not what it is. I mean, this is all very consensual, I know. Like… there’s a difference.”
“Sort of. And yeah, that’s probably going to happen. I’m thinking a beating first, some verbal humiliation and then once I’ve got him down and hurting I’ll tie him up.”
Matt chuckled awkwardly and Ivan quirked his head toward the sound. “What?” He asked.
“Nothing. It’s just… so clinical. Like you’re setting a scene that everyone involved knows is fucked up but you’re so serious.” Matt shrugged. “I mean, it’s good. You need to be. But it’s pretty weird, right?”
Ivan mirrored his shrug. “I guess. Anyway, once I’ve got him tied up I want to transition to the bench… that’s when I might need you to put hands on him. I want you to do as little as possible, honestly I don’t want to break the scene or tension, but there’s no way I can carry him on my own if I have to.”
“And you might need to?”
“Exactly. It’s highly likely. So, we get him to the bench… here.” He gestured to where he’d marked a chalk line. “On his back so he can watch my face when I cut.” Matt cringed, he was clearly trying to hide it but Ivan caught on quickly. “Just a little bit, nothing deep. I want to use it to be the big breakthrough if the beating doesn’t drop him all the way into subspace. Belly only, thickest areas with a very fine blade.”
“The scalpels?”
Ivan nodded. “They’re safe, clean, and easy to pull away when he gets squirmy.”
“Got it.” Matt sighed, still nodding. “Okay, so after the cutting?”
“While I do that, I need you to come around behind him and put down the big gauze pad. It’ll cover the planned incision area and it’s adhesive so no worries there.”
“That’s smart.”
Ivan grinned. “He’ll be pretty deep then. As soon as you’re out of eyeshot, I’ll roll him over and then get the fire going.”
“The whip?” Matt’s eyes darted back to the table.
“Possibly. If he’s good and deep I might just go flogger. I’m more accurate with it and I’ll be able to keep closer to him.”
“That’s… yeah. That’s good.” Ivan winked and Matt caught it before glancing down again, a blush coloring his cheeks. “Okay. So, then what?”
“A good lashing and if we’re both capable of pushing a little further I’ll drop the whip or whatever and you should smother it right away with the blanket.”
“And then the sex part?” Matt looks up a little, not quite making eye contact but clearly intrigued.
“To be honest, I don’t know. Kind of playing it by ear. I’ve got permission, of course, but I’m going to follow his response. If he’s aroused we’ll see what happens from there.” Ivan chuckled again, watching the slight unease in Matt’s interest. “For example, if he gets hard while I’m hitting him and fucking with his head a bit-”
“Gah, that’s-”
“I might make fun of him for it. Maybe call him a nasty name.”
“Really?” Matt frowned a little. “You’re going to call him a fag, aren’t you?”
“Maybe. Is that a problem?”
Matt shook his head slowly. “I mean, yeah. But that’s the point, isn’t it? Doing and saying things that hurt even when you don’t mean it.”
“I need you to know, Matthew. I’m going to say a lot of fucked up things… and I am going to hurt him. And yes, there’s a pretty good chance it’s going to feel like sexual assault at some point.” He reached out and put a hand tenderly on Matt’s elbow, giving a gentle squeeze. “I know that’s why she tapped out, and if you need to I understand.”
“No. I get it.” Matt answered, his voice unexpectedly confident. “I want to be there for him. I’ll make sure he’s safe.”
Ivan’s smile spread wide. “Good. That’s what he needs.”
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Fill: "Risk Aware" (Ivan/Taliesin, background Taliesin/Marisha/Matt. Please read warnings.) 3/?
Date: 2019-11-19 03:54 am (UTC)Matt shook his head, trailing his fingers over the kevlar flogger and whip laid out on the table in preparation. “It should be me. I know he can take a lot… he wants to take a lot, but I know that it should be someone he knows.”
“I won’t lie, it’s pretty intense. I mean, I’ve never really combined all of these elements before and I want to, but you can’t really plan everything. Especially not the way he wants it to go down. It’s probably going to be pretty brutal. I’m not going to hold back.”
He nodded. “I know.” Matt sighed and tapped his fingers on the long side table seeing a pocket knife, a machete, and several wrapped new scalpels laid out beside the heavy equipment. “Are you going to, um… you know, I can’t-”
“Rape him?” Ivan stated matter-of-factly.
“Gah. Such an ugly word.” Matt winced. “That’s not what it is. I mean, this is all very consensual, I know. Like… there’s a difference.”
“Sort of. And yeah, that’s probably going to happen. I’m thinking a beating first, some verbal humiliation and then once I’ve got him down and hurting I’ll tie him up.”
Matt chuckled awkwardly and Ivan quirked his head toward the sound. “What?” He asked.
“Nothing. It’s just… so clinical. Like you’re setting a scene that everyone involved knows is fucked up but you’re so serious.” Matt shrugged. “I mean, it’s good. You need to be. But it’s pretty weird, right?”
Ivan mirrored his shrug. “I guess. Anyway, once I’ve got him tied up I want to transition to the bench… that’s when I might need you to put hands on him. I want you to do as little as possible, honestly I don’t want to break the scene or tension, but there’s no way I can carry him on my own if I have to.”
“And you might need to?”
“Exactly. It’s highly likely. So, we get him to the bench… here.” He gestured to where he’d marked a chalk line. “On his back so he can watch my face when I cut.” Matt cringed, he was clearly trying to hide it but Ivan caught on quickly. “Just a little bit, nothing deep. I want to use it to be the big breakthrough if the beating doesn’t drop him all the way into subspace. Belly only, thickest areas with a very fine blade.”
“The scalpels?”
Ivan nodded. “They’re safe, clean, and easy to pull away when he gets squirmy.”
“Got it.” Matt sighed, still nodding. “Okay, so after the cutting?”
“While I do that, I need you to come around behind him and put down the big gauze pad. It’ll cover the planned incision area and it’s adhesive so no worries there.”
“That’s smart.”
Ivan grinned. “He’ll be pretty deep then. As soon as you’re out of eyeshot, I’ll roll him over and then get the fire going.”
“The whip?” Matt’s eyes darted back to the table.
“Possibly. If he’s good and deep I might just go flogger. I’m more accurate with it and I’ll be able to keep closer to him.”
“That’s… yeah. That’s good.” Ivan winked and Matt caught it before glancing down again, a blush coloring his cheeks. “Okay. So, then what?”
“A good lashing and if we’re both capable of pushing a little further I’ll drop the whip or whatever and you should smother it right away with the blanket.”
“And then the sex part?” Matt looks up a little, not quite making eye contact but clearly intrigued.
“To be honest, I don’t know. Kind of playing it by ear. I’ve got permission, of course, but I’m going to follow his response. If he’s aroused we’ll see what happens from there.” Ivan chuckled again, watching the slight unease in Matt’s interest. “For example, if he gets hard while I’m hitting him and fucking with his head a bit-”
“Gah, that’s-”
“I might make fun of him for it. Maybe call him a nasty name.”
“Really?” Matt frowned a little. “You’re going to call him a fag, aren’t you?”
“Maybe. Is that a problem?”
Matt shook his head slowly. “I mean, yeah. But that’s the point, isn’t it? Doing and saying things that hurt even when you don’t mean it.”
“I need you to know, Matthew. I’m going to say a lot of fucked up things… and I am going to hurt him. And yes, there’s a pretty good chance it’s going to feel like sexual assault at some point.” He reached out and put a hand tenderly on Matt’s elbow, giving a gentle squeeze. “I know that’s why she tapped out, and if you need to I understand.”
“No. I get it.” Matt answered, his voice unexpectedly confident. “I want to be there for him. I’ll make sure he’s safe.”
Ivan’s smile spread wide. “Good. That’s what he needs.”
*