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hydratrashmeme2014-05-30 05:23 pm
trashmod) wrote in hydratrashmeme2014-05-30 05:23 pm
Trash Party Dumpster #1
(Will be continued in a Dumpster #2 post if by some unholy hell-miracle this post hits the 5000-comment limit.)
Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.
AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own riskof becoming one of us.
Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, etc. are off-topic.
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Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.
AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own risk
Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, etc. are off-topic.
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GO TO TOWN, TRASHBABIES.
Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Round 1 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 2.
FILL: Fucked Machine [Part 2/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-11-04 09:26 am (UTC)(link)The speed of the fucking machine was increased yet again, and Alexander stepped away to grab the nipple clamps. Clover clamps, the ones that tightened the more they are pulled, only the best for his pet. He massaged the right, making sure it pebbled to completeness before placing the clamp. The asset hissed again, eyes fluttering shut at the pain. He mirrored the procedure with the other clamp, and then tugged the chain once, tightening them even further, before letting the chain pool on its chest.
The asset was panting now, attempting to stay still when it would much rather give in and writhe under the mixture of pleasure and pain. It’s conditioning ensured that it would obey to the best of its ability for as long as it could. Alexander liked pushing the asset to the edge of it’s conditioning, and then over it, just to break it down even more.
“How are we doing, pet? Time for more?” He asked, fingers skimming down it’s chest and catching on the chain between his fingers and toying with it. The asset didn’t respond of course, just stared up at him with those eyes. Alexander took a moment to just caress the asset’s chest. It was sculpted and perfect, despite the scarring. He didn’t accept any less from such an important weapon.
The asset didn’t shiver, didn’t flinch, but Alexander loved how the asset seemed to always lean into his touch, no matter how harsh. The asset couldn’t remember their previous encounters, but it knew Alexander, and it had body memory. It knew when to expect pain, knew when something bad was coming. It also knew that Alexander could make it feel good, if he wanted.
He pulled away again, this time to bring over the second machine. It wasn’t nearly as big as the first, and it served a different function. Whereas the first was a dildo that mechanically fucked the asset, this fucking machine would go around the asset’s erection, stimulating it. The goal for today was not pain, though some would help, but to see how many times Alexander could force the asset to orgasm.
It was an exciting goal.
This machine looked much like how a milking machine for a cow looked. A tube, a plastic outer shell with a thinner tube of flexible silicone down the middle, thick and long enough to house the asset’s erection, was attached to a generator and controls. This was new, and the asset, body memory or no, would not know what to expect.
Alexander uncapped the tube of lubricant, Surgilube, not because the asset needed industrial strength lubricant but because he appreciated the medical aspect of it. He could have settled for spit, and the asset would have endured, but something about using medical lubricant on the asset appealed to him. Latex gloves only added to the medical fantasy. He poured a healthy amount onto one gloved hand, and set the tube aside.
The asset made a low noise in the back of it’s throat as Alexander’s hand wrapped around its erection. It was hard already, probably close, from the first fucking machine. He wasn’t gentle, fisting the asset’s erection without much finesse to cover it completely in the slick jelly. The asset struggled to maintain its composure, to not fuck up into Alexander’s hand. “Feel good?” He almost cooed, chuckling a little. The asset made another small noise, pathetic.
Those eyes closed, and even though Alexander hadn’t ordered the asset to watch him, he didn’t much like the change. He squeezed the asset’s erection painfully, prompting the asset to open it’s eyes again and fix him with an even more desperate look. “Ah-ah, keep those eyes on me. Watch me.” The asset didn’t look away again, barely blinked, as it stared up at its tormenter.