It's been... difficult to navigate. There aren't too many people still here but figuring out the nature of those relationships after so long's been... confusing.
[ eddie really is good in many senses of the word -- listens to him not just in some sexy obedient way but actually listens to him. its nice, in a different way, knowing how overeager and enthusiastic eddie can be about anything even if it'd get him in far over his head. both assurance that wash understands him well enough to guide him through the thought process in a way that works for him, and a reminder of how much eddie really does hear everything he says. ]
I'm always looking for ways to focus on you even more, baby.
We can work our way up to it, over time. While I like taking my time, I can still manage a more complex pattern quickly, just to let you feel it. There's definitely smaller things to do. Simpler ties. Just your hands behind your back. Your legs, spread open on the bed. Maybe we can do a few fancy ropes just around your arms, take a nice picture of it for you to keep.
[ getting in over his head still hasn't worked out poorly for eddie, not when it comes to sex. it's difficult, stifling the part of himself that craves overwhelm. especially when he speaks to wash, especially when wash consistently aims to overwhelm him. there'd be more dissonance if not for wash taking the time to learn nuances of how eddie absorbs information, how he's most receptive, even to speech. especially to speech, with the importance of lines in exploring kinks being set. and for as much as eddie is convinced he can, would, speak up if he's pushed too far even in suggestion, in theory, experience certainly hasn't taught him that he needs guidance to commit to considering doing that.
there's a warm wave through him at wash stating that, that he's always looking for more ways to focus on his baby. has the intended effect of making him feel very special, set apart in wash's focus. ]
Well, I'm glad you do that, Daddy. :)
Okay. That sounds nice. More realistic, probably. You know how much I like having pictures. That'd be hot to keep around. Would you fuck me after you got me all tied up like that? With those ropes on me. Or do you think I'm squirm around too much and drive you crazy?
[ or be driven crazy himself, more like it, but he's askin' for obvious reasons. always pushing to an absolute. ]
I would, but maybe after I make you come a few times while all tied up. Completely helpless, can't do anything but squirm and beg and feel what Daddy's going to do to you, hmm?
[ always happy to push and overwhelm eddie as much as possible, clearly. ]
Maybe we can start taking more pictures, for you to have them.
Could've gone our separate ways after that night at Jolene's, but when you needed someone to bruise your throat and fuck you so hard you couldn't think, you came straight to me.
I feel like you'd like having a man like me obsessed with you.
It's mostly a sex thing. A taboo ring to it, and decades, centuries of cultural association. I don't usually ask to be called it, but it tends to happen.
The attention's deserved. Good work is still good work regardless of complexity. At a certain point it's just personal taste, aesthetic. An art as much as anything else -- or whatever else you may be trying to achieve.
I have never been an artist. Or more or less started because I must, but continued for other people. It is slower than one would think. It takes time and dedication. I like that.
There is artistry in it, but it's similar to craftsmanship, for me. I like working with my hands, and this is just another way to do that. Being careful, deliberate, focused, on the rope, on another person.
[ he doesn't know how true it is whenever eddie insists its the best he's ever felt -- but whenever wash sees it from him, especially now that he's heard him say it in his voice, in person. eddie certainly does seem to believe it, fully, wholly, that daddy's made him feel better than anything else, made him come harder than anyone else, that being good for daddy is all he wants to do. and that's nicer. intoxicating.
those pictures are good, too. wash takes the time to admire them, that toy ( a little possessive twist of heat moving through him, too, knowing that its specifically one that he'd bought for him ), quietly pleased as eddie's next messages come rolling in, recognizing the way he makes a point of emphasizing that daddy would be the only one to make him mess up over his guitar playing, painting such a pretty picture of eddie begging for him not just on stage for everyone to hear but right into a microphone, shameless, wanting.
he doesn't answer the question yet. ]
You'd start begging right into the microphone, all the music stopping? Everyone just watching you, jaws dropped. They didn't come here for that kind of show, just wanted some live music, but there you are on stage too desperate for daddy's cock to wait for later.
But you'd still have to wait a little longer. Wait for me to get up, walk up to the stage. You'd watch me get closer, my eyes locked on you the whole time, make some of those desperate little sounds you always make, soft and whiny but picked up on the mic for everyone to hear. Just watching me walk up to you makes you already want to fall to your knees, makes you want to just strip down and start jerking off on stage, but you want to be good for me, don't you, so you don't do anything until I tell you to, except keep pleading.
And I won't even wait. I wouldn't stop in front of you. I'd move right behind you, grab you by the back of your neck. Bend you over so fast you almost fall over, make you catch yourself against one of the amps on stage. No time to steady yourself, no time to think, just my hand on the back of your neck and then pulling down your jeans, and everyone is still watching you when I pull out my cock.
Go ahead, baby. You can put it inside you, just like Daddy would push his cock inside you right on stage. Not even waiting for you to get ready, not even saying anything to you, just bending you over and fucking inside your pretty little hole, because that's what its for, that's what you're for, and Daddy's gonna put his cock inside you whenever he wants.
[ as always, wash draws it out. continues to add brushstrokes to the canvas of their mutual imaginings. eddie can't help but whine over it, wanting the more pressing request answered more quickly. but, he's obedient. good, always well-behaved. it's difficult, being willing to press a dildo idly to his ass when he wants it inside of him so desperately, but eddie's addicted to how reading, focusing on, wash's words makes him feel, makes him want him even more. always has him in the space of wanting to see how good it'll feel to be good for daddy, rather than giving in and doing what he might with anyone else. ]
You know how desperate I am for you all the time, Daddy. I'm sure it's a sight, even if someone's not expecting to see me like that, get even more of a free show out of coming on a night like this.
[ and, well, eddie might (probably wouldn't, but maybe) do a better job in person of speaking in response, delivering more details on how he'd respond to wash moving up like that. how he'd grab onto him, how he'd push him down, make eddie grab onto an amp, get his jeans down and pull out that cock his baby's so obsessed with. instead, though, he gets all sorts of drunk on the detailing, the imagery, groaning over not touching his own cock, not doing more.
not until daddy gives him that green flag, and eddie keeps reading the rest of those words rather than pushing forward. ]
okay, daddy
[ always taking wash basically as literally as he can, and eddie goes to put the tip of the dildo daddy got special just for him into his hole, sliding it in. just a touch of lube he'd already put on it, but otherwise, he works it in, gradual and easy, adjusting to its size and rolling his head in place as it goes flush inside of him.
much harder to take a photo this way, too, but he'll do it for you, daddy. just, a shot of his ass full of that dildo, then another as it's halfway out.
and with those two photos sent, it's another couple of minutes before he sends another text. good boys who have been told they can fuck themselves with their dildos are gonna do just that. ]
it's just for you, daddy to fuck it whenever you want however and wherever how does that look, daddy?
I would be more worried if I weren't receiving all kinds of images from all kinds of people today. If you don't mind a stranger asking: is that something you took, or is it the city playing more tricks?
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fibber overflow aug 2023
« Gender: Male
« Designation: Dominant
« Orientation: Bisexual, Gay-Leaning
« Contract Status: Contracted (Alaric Morgan)
« OOC: overflow but new stuff always welcome
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Ah.
Quite the shock for people who knew you from your last bout here, I'm guessing.
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I've had some time discrepancies with other people from home who've showed up here, but for different reasons.
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[ eddie really is good in many senses of the word -- listens to him not just in some sexy obedient way but actually listens to him. its nice, in a different way, knowing how overeager and enthusiastic eddie can be about anything even if it'd get him in far over his head. both assurance that wash understands him well enough to guide him through the thought process in a way that works for him, and a reminder of how much eddie really does hear everything he says. ]
I'm always looking for ways to focus on you even more, baby.
We can work our way up to it, over time. While I like taking my time, I can still manage a more complex pattern quickly, just to let you feel it. There's definitely smaller things to do. Simpler ties. Just your hands behind your back. Your legs, spread open on the bed. Maybe we can do a few fancy ropes just around your arms, take a nice picture of it for you to keep.
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there's a warm wave through him at wash stating that, that he's always looking for more ways to focus on his baby. has the intended effect of making him feel very special, set apart in wash's focus. ]
Well, I'm glad you do that, Daddy. :)
Okay. That sounds nice. More realistic, probably.
You know how much I like having pictures. That'd be hot to keep around.
Would you fuck me after you got me all tied up like that? With those ropes on me.
Or do you think I'm squirm around too much and drive you crazy?
[ or be driven crazy himself, more like it, but he's askin' for obvious reasons. always pushing to an absolute. ]
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[ always happy to push and overwhelm eddie as much as possible, clearly. ]
Maybe we can start taking more pictures, for you to have them.
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Could've gone our separate ways after that night at Jolene's, but when you needed someone to bruise your throat and fuck you so hard you couldn't think, you came straight to me.
I feel like you'd like having a man like me obsessed with you.
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Who said I did not like it?
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Which is why its nice when someone can cut you down to size. Won't hold back on pushing you, hurting you, making it last.
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It's mostly a sex thing. A taboo ring to it, and decades, centuries of cultural association. I don't usually ask to be called it, but it tends to happen.
None taken. It takes a certain type.
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I just didn’t know how far you took it
I’m not against it or anything just don’t know if it fits me
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[ you'd think he'd be used to this by now. and he is. but he does tend to fumble a little ( or a lot ) more with women. ]
Yeah. Don't worry about it. I usually manage to dodge the city's worst but they sent out plenty of pictures from me this time, too.
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The attention's deserved. Good work is still good work regardless of complexity. At a certain point it's just personal taste, aesthetic. An art as much as anything else -- or whatever else you may be trying to achieve.
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There is artistry in it, but it's similar to craftsmanship, for me. I like working with my hands, and this is just another way to do that. Being careful, deliberate, focused, on the rope, on another person.
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my mouth with your cock in it
preferably fucking it until i can't take it anymore
and even then
i'd still want more
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You want to choke on my cock, get it nice and wet for Daddy to bend you over his bike?
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Would lying to you about it make you feel better?
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[ he doesn't know how true it is whenever eddie insists its the best he's ever felt -- but whenever wash sees it from him, especially now that he's heard him say it in his voice, in person. eddie certainly does seem to believe it, fully, wholly, that daddy's made him feel better than anything else, made him come harder than anyone else, that being good for daddy is all he wants to do. and that's nicer. intoxicating.
those pictures are good, too. wash takes the time to admire them, that toy ( a little possessive twist of heat moving through him, too, knowing that its specifically one that he'd bought for him ), quietly pleased as eddie's next messages come rolling in, recognizing the way he makes a point of emphasizing that daddy would be the only one to make him mess up over his guitar playing, painting such a pretty picture of eddie begging for him not just on stage for everyone to hear but right into a microphone, shameless, wanting.
he doesn't answer the question yet. ]
You'd start begging right into the microphone, all the music stopping? Everyone just watching you, jaws dropped. They didn't come here for that kind of show, just wanted some live music, but there you are on stage too desperate for daddy's cock to wait for later.
But you'd still have to wait a little longer. Wait for me to get up, walk up to the stage. You'd watch me get closer, my eyes locked on you the whole time, make some of those desperate little sounds you always make, soft and whiny but picked up on the mic for everyone to hear. Just watching me walk up to you makes you already want to fall to your knees, makes you want to just strip down and start jerking off on stage, but you want to be good for me, don't you, so you don't do anything until I tell you to, except keep pleading.
And I won't even wait. I wouldn't stop in front of you. I'd move right behind you, grab you by the back of your neck. Bend you over so fast you almost fall over, make you catch yourself against one of the amps on stage. No time to steady yourself, no time to think, just my hand on the back of your neck and then pulling down your jeans, and everyone is still watching you when I pull out my cock.
Go ahead, baby. You can put it inside you, just like Daddy would push his cock inside you right on stage. Not even waiting for you to get ready, not even saying anything to you, just bending you over and fucking inside your pretty little hole, because that's what its for, that's what you're for, and Daddy's gonna put his cock inside you whenever he wants.
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You know how desperate I am for you all the time, Daddy. I'm sure it's a sight, even if someone's not expecting to see me like that, get even more of a free show out of coming on a night like this.
[ and, well, eddie might (probably wouldn't, but maybe) do a better job in person of speaking in response, delivering more details on how he'd respond to wash moving up like that. how he'd grab onto him, how he'd push him down, make eddie grab onto an amp, get his jeans down and pull out that cock his baby's so obsessed with. instead, though, he gets all sorts of drunk on the detailing, the imagery, groaning over not touching his own cock, not doing more.
not until daddy gives him that green flag, and eddie keeps reading the rest of those words rather than pushing forward. ]
okay, daddy
[ always taking wash basically as literally as he can, and eddie goes to put the tip of the dildo daddy got special just for him into his hole, sliding it in. just a touch of lube he'd already put on it, but otherwise, he works it in, gradual and easy, adjusting to its size and rolling his head in place as it goes flush inside of him.
much harder to take a photo this way, too, but he'll do it for you, daddy. just, a shot of his ass full of that dildo, then another as it's halfway out.
and with those two photos sent, it's another couple of minutes before he sends another text. good boys who have been told they can fuck themselves with their dildos are gonna do just that. ]
it's just for you, daddy
to fuck it whenever you want
however and wherever
how does that look, daddy?
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I would be more worried if I weren't receiving all kinds of images from all kinds of people today.
If you don't mind a stranger asking: is that something you took, or is it the city playing more tricks?
excuse the slow BEEN A BIT OF A TIME OVER HERE
Those are my hands, and that is real. I just don't tend to take pictures.
SAME HERE TBH
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