Percy can’t see through the blindfold. Eyes open, eyes closed, it makes no difference. While he’s sure it was only a plain strip of cloth, bound around his eyes by Vex, he’s not so sure that there hasn’t been an enchantment laid upon it in the last few seconds. He feels doubly blind without his glasses.
The blindness only makes him more aware of his other senses. The strongest is his sense of touch. The air in the room is gently cool, but he can feel the heat radiating off his friends. Friends? It seems to be the wrong word under the circumstances. Lovers is flat-out wrong. Not when part of tonight’s... activity involves pain. Pain and his craving for it. Though he knows they love him, he also knows that his need for pain doesn’t come from that same emotional place.
Not that he’s entirely sure what that place is. Just that it’s inside him, and that stumbling into that zone of truth spell has brought it out, this secret deep need to be hurt. Hurt and loved and...
He’s always been eloquent, but the words are eluding him. He’s too vulnerable like this. Blindfolded, tied down to this soft but unyielding table that Scanlan’s conjured up with a disturbing attention to how it will make Percy most accessible for them to use him. Mouth, lips, tongue; cock and ass; whatever they decide on.
He can feel them around him, feel their eyes on him, and the blush that rises to his skin touches not only his cheeks but his neck and chest.
“What a pretty shade of pink.” Vax sounds sardonic. “It goes with your underwear, Pike.”
“Thank you for noticing,” says Pike.
“Can we start?” Keyleth.
“We already have.” Vex.
She’s right; there’s hardly any turning back now. Not when he’s naked and tied up and just waiting for one of them to touch him.
“Please.” His voice comes out surprisingly quiet. “Do something. Anything.”
“Gods, he really means it.” Pike sounds surprised in her turn.
Percy’s sort of expecting them to all fall on him and have done with it, but the first touch is a feather-light stroke along his inner thigh that makes him shiver. His cock, already half-hard, twitches in response, and the next touch is a lot closer.
“You’re beautiful, de Rolo,” Vax observes. Percy’s not sure if that means that Vax is the one touching him.
“I’m not, really.”
A sharp slap to his thigh draws a surprised yelp from his throat. “You are what we say you are,” Vex says.
“Beautiful,” Vax says.
“Lovely,” Keyleth says.
“You’re okay, I guess,” Scanlan says, and Percy feels the brush of Scanlan’s lips on his temple. He’d been thinking Scanlan would probably be the one to disdain this, despite his enthusiastic sexual adventures. Yet after the zone of truth incident, Scanlan had been the one to first broach the subject with him.
The subject of how, when casually asked about his real thoughts on his friends, he’d admitted to—to this. To wanting them all at once, wanting to be used and, yes, abused, by all of them.
He’d wished to turn invisible, or be whisked away to another plane of existence, or anything, anything but have to face them again. Keyleth was the first of them he’d been able to look at, and she’d just been gently puzzled.
The others—
The others hadn’t been puzzled. Even Grog had seemed to get it, which was weird.
So now here he is, someone’s fingers on his thigh, someone else pinching one of his nipples, Scanlan’s teeth nipping at his ear, and he’s aroused and scared, floating and falling.
See Me At My Worst, 2/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
The blindness only makes him more aware of his other senses. The strongest is his sense of touch. The air in the room is gently cool, but he can feel the heat radiating off his friends. Friends? It seems to be the wrong word under the circumstances. Lovers is flat-out wrong. Not when part of tonight’s... activity involves pain. Pain and his craving for it. Though he knows they love him, he also knows that his need for pain doesn’t come from that same emotional place.
Not that he’s entirely sure what that place is. Just that it’s inside him, and that stumbling into that zone of truth spell has brought it out, this secret deep need to be hurt. Hurt and loved and...
He’s always been eloquent, but the words are eluding him. He’s too vulnerable like this. Blindfolded, tied down to this soft but unyielding table that Scanlan’s conjured up with a disturbing attention to how it will make Percy most accessible for them to use him. Mouth, lips, tongue; cock and ass; whatever they decide on.
He can feel them around him, feel their eyes on him, and the blush that rises to his skin touches not only his cheeks but his neck and chest.
“What a pretty shade of pink.” Vax sounds sardonic. “It goes with your underwear, Pike.”
“Thank you for noticing,” says Pike.
“Can we start?” Keyleth.
“We already have.” Vex.
She’s right; there’s hardly any turning back now. Not when he’s naked and tied up and just waiting for one of them to touch him.
“Please.” His voice comes out surprisingly quiet. “Do something. Anything.”
“Gods, he really means it.” Pike sounds surprised in her turn.
Percy’s sort of expecting them to all fall on him and have done with it, but the first touch is a feather-light stroke along his inner thigh that makes him shiver. His cock, already half-hard, twitches in response, and the next touch is a lot closer.
“You’re beautiful, de Rolo,” Vax observes. Percy’s not sure if that means that Vax is the one touching him.
“I’m not, really.”
A sharp slap to his thigh draws a surprised yelp from his throat. “You are what we say you are,” Vex says.
“Beautiful,” Vax says.
“Lovely,” Keyleth says.
“You’re okay, I guess,” Scanlan says, and Percy feels the brush of Scanlan’s lips on his temple. He’d been thinking Scanlan would probably be the one to disdain this, despite his enthusiastic sexual adventures. Yet after the zone of truth incident, Scanlan had been the one to first broach the subject with him.
The subject of how, when casually asked about his real thoughts on his friends, he’d admitted to—to this. To wanting them all at once, wanting to be used and, yes, abused, by all of them.
He’d wished to turn invisible, or be whisked away to another plane of existence, or anything, anything but have to face them again. Keyleth was the first of them he’d been able to look at, and she’d just been gently puzzled.
The others—
The others hadn’t been puzzled. Even Grog had seemed to get it, which was weird.
So now here he is, someone’s fingers on his thigh, someone else pinching one of his nipples, Scanlan’s teeth nipping at his ear, and he’s aroused and scared, floating and falling.