Jekyll Angel of Sin

Joe's academic kink, he means. Martyn pulling out his plug, hiking up his skirt, slipping down his too-tight boy shorts, sitting on Joe's lap bare-assed, his half-hard cock guided up into him. Putting the box on the kitchen table.

"Okay, okay, let's see, here..." Joe says, reaching around Martyn, clicking open the box with a key. It's got a slot for inserting papers inside, a slanted lid, dark stained wood. It's pretty.

Also happens to be where Martyn's required to deposit all his sexual fantasies.

"Clenching already?" Joe asks. "Dude, we've, like, barely started."

Oh, fuck, was he? "It's embarassing..." Martyn whines.

Joe leans against Martyn's back, chuckles in his ear. "I'm pretty sure, like, everything you're into is embarrassing for you. Surprised you haven't gotten used to it by now!"

Martyn squirms on Joe's lap. The drip of his caged cock down his thighs is downright filthy.

"So... okay. Martyn. I'm already seeing that there's only, what, ten-ish in here? That's far less than your goal. What's your goal?"

The patronizing that'll only get worse from here. Damnit. "Uh, thirty-five."

"Thirty-five, that's right. This is showing to me already that you have not been edged nearly enough. Martyn, you <em>know</em> Cleo and I love it when you're needy and desperate to cum, and this is not reflecting that in the slightest! If they weren't grading papers right now–"

"Actually, I'm done," Cleo says from the doorway. "Was just having fun watching."

"Ah, okay." Joe nods.

They continue. "But, no, you're right. Martyn hasn't been edged enough. Not at all last week, right?"

This twisting feeling inside Martyn's tummy. "We–we've all been busy–"

"Not an excuse," Cleo says. Sits down at the table. "Say, there's only a few dirty thoughts here... Joe, you think we could edge him for each one?"

About ten edgings is a lot of edgings. Martyn's asshole flutters around the cock inside.

Fingers guiding him backwards, his back into Joe's chest. "Yeah, I like the sounds'a that!"

Shuffle of papers, and then, Cleo sighing, saying, "Martyn, you didn't even put your name on this one. I'm not counting it."

Because he has to <em>name and date</em> each one. "Wait, hey, wait–"

They continue. "Okay, first actual one, from Tuesday... oh, you want one of our friends to fuck you?"

This one–fuck. This one being the first one. Evil.

"Not a rhetorical question, Martyn," Joe says.

"...Yeah," Martyn answers.

A snort at what Martyn wrote down. "Joe, it's not Ren, either. Guess who he wants to have him bent over the rail of his boat?"

"Keralis?" Joe laughs.

"Yeah! Can you believe that?"

Martyn's stomach churns with embarrassment at the laughter; his breath hitches when Joe angles up his hips to start grinding inside. "What else does Keralis do?"

"Oh, it's just the one line. Martyn, if this is a reoccurring trend, we'll just tie you to the Sybian all night, okay? This is really pathetic."

"I've got work in the morning–" Martyn tries to say.

"No, it's Saturday, not Sunday," Cleo corrects. "We can torture you all night long tonight, and then, I dunno, pamper you tomorrow or something."

Oh, fuck. He did forget what day it was.

"What else were you thinking for Keralis?" Cleo asks. "You only wrote one line. You need to tell us."

This is horrible. He–he always can't believe he agreed to this. Confessions are like, one of his least favorite things. "He... um... he buys me nice clothes, dresses–ah, Joe!"

Joe has this vibrator, is shoving it into Martyn's taint, hitting his prostate from the outside. "Keep talking until you hit the edge, and then we'll move on."

"God, god, he–" Martyn imagines it, the hand on his back, the cool voice in his ear– "He c-calls me princess, tells me he's dressed me, me up like one, s-so he'll go ahead and, and, and, mm, fuck me like one–gonna, gonna fill me with cum, c-call my ass a pussy and promise to breed it, oh, oh, fuck–"

"And, there's the clench," Joe says, removes the vibrator.

Martyn got worked up so fast, riding the edge so hard–it almost hurts to have it all ripped away. "Please, please, please," he whimpers.

The sound of more papers rustling around. "Okay, okay... What's this... you want to–honestly, Martyn, your handwriting. I should make you write lines while you cockwarm a dildo. Okay. You want... Ren–oh, here we go. Your little crush. You want Ren to get you on your knees and–make you piss yourself? Martyn, you're so disgusting." Cleo scoffs at the end. "Why do you want to piss yourself, huh? Why Ren?"

"He, he could smell it," Martyn whimpers. Cries out when the vibrator goes back on his dick. "He could smell me–so humiliated, and, and I, I just–"

"We should record this, send it to him," Joe suggests.

"It would solve your little crush problem!" Cleo chirps.

Martyn tries to get up, and his balls are grabbed, yanked back down. "Nah, nah, you ain't goin' nowhere," Joe admonishes, and the punishment is delicious. "Why are you so gross, Martyn? Wanting to be treated that way–that must be so embarrassing. And, especially for <em>Ren</em> to know?"

The vibrator gets shoved back into Martyn's balls, makes him jackknife until his knees collide with the bottom of the table. "I–ah–"

Something wicked in Joe's voice, his accent thick in his own arousal and it's so hot. "Go ahead and call Ren's name until you hit the edge, got it?"

Mortifying, absolutely. Martyn squeaks out, "Ren, mm–Ren, please, ah, let me, let me cum, please–"

Nothing, nothing, nothing. Martyn gasps for air, his cock spurting precum and nothing more.

"Too bad he isn't here, huh?" Cleo muses, moves onto the next card. "Oh, okay. We just have one that says 'please let me come'... come where? You can go where you want!"

"N-no, orgasm! I–please, let me orgasm!" Martyn cries.

"If you want to cum, you need to write it properly. This won't count, either." Cleo places the paper down. "Honestly, Joe, I think the Sybian will be the best place for him to learn his lesson."

"Eh, maybe. But I wanna hear him cry in my arms tonight, y'know? Maybe... hm." Joe shifts Martyn up to rearrange his thighs. "We could just... uh..."

"Oh! I got it. Martyn, get off Joe."

Joe's cock makes a filthy sound as Martyn climbs off him.

"Okay, so–Joe, here's what we're gonna do... there's only, what, five valid confessions here?" Cleo taps the papers. "We want thirty-five. Martyn will have to ride a dildo until he comes up with thirty more fantasies that pass our test. Sound good?"

"Ooh, okay. What will make him cry later?"

"Your face. I dunno. I'll go get the dildo." And Cleo walks out.

Turns out that part of making Martyn cry is Joe facefucking him until he pulls out and cums all over his glasses, which–rude! That's hard to clean!

But, also.

block minors and ageless blogs. this is the most universal, agreed upon rule. yes, people can lie online; however, by doing this, you are showing you are doing all you can. and also tbh it just makes ur online experience so much better haha

don't interact with content creators, especially ones you post explicitly about or their coworkers, on your 18+ blog. don't follow if your main blog is 18+, don't reblog posts onto your 18+, etc. i highly, strongly recommend blocking them altogether, but that's an additional layer of protection.

don't interact with non 18+ blogs altogether unless you know they are chill. similarly, don't reblog sfw posts and add on 18+ content, ever (people who might not be chill can look through reblogs!) instead, make your own post!

don't maintag 18+ posts (ie. tagging with #hermitcraft or #inthelittlewood.) have you ever seen where somebody tags as 'g.eminitay'? that's to avoid showing up in main tags. this prevents your post from showing up in front of people who may not have been wanting to see them! what i've done, personally, is turn off showing up in tumblr search results altogether, which helps with controlling how many people see my blog, which helps MAJORLY with harassment. the only ways you can discover me is through a direct link or if another blog and i have an interaction.

to emphasize: even if you're posting innocuous stuff in the maintags, if it's on an 18+ blog, you're still potentially exposing yourself and people you interact with, and i highly recommend not doing that.

caveat: some creators (ie. inthelittlewood) do have an inherently older audience, and some things that wouldn't fly in, say, grian's tag can for them. additionally, tagging purely with ship tags CAN mean you have more leeway with what you can put in there (ie. innuendo, a more scantily clad design). use common sense and, if necessary, ask a few friends before posting!

this is where i would mention something about the mature content labels, but, right now, these block people in the uk and in brazil from seeing your posts unless they give tumblr their government id. if you are affected by these laws, DO NOT GIVE ANYWHERE YOUR ID, especially fucking tumblr. there's so many reasons why that i'm just not gonna get into it. instead, you can post links to things that would make tumblr autoflag and impose a mature content label on you (squidge for images, ao3 for fics.)

speaking of art posting–well, the tumblr line is weird and finicky. sometimes, it'll let you post full penis or pussy, and, sometimes, completely innocuous posts will get flagged. there doesn't seem to be much rhyme or reason other than a spray and pray method, BUT, generally, explicit genitalia will get flagged more often, along with images containing a high amount of lighter flesh tones (light oranges/pinks.) if you want to upload an art piece in that vein, the generally agreed upon thing to do is upload your image to squidge, use the direct link (which is the second provided link once you upload your image) and tell people what's going on in it! for me, this looks like martyn/cleo/skizz forcefem with neon lights/high contrast, and include a more innocuous image preview (usually the character/s face/s), to further provide context as to what the viewer can expect!

utilizing content tags is also extremely helpful, along with listing what those tags are in either a pinned or a page on your blog linked in your pin (for brevity's sake, i do the latter). i tend to both list the tags and keep what content i'm filtering clearly labeled. while esoteric tagging schemes ARE fun, making sure to include what you're tagging for clearly is for the best to make it easier for your followers to block out certain kinks. as a broad example, using 'sex words' to tag for sex is the best way to go; censoring that like s/x or something quirky ie. "bing bong baby makin' thing" means that, if somebody's blocked the word "sex", they'll still see your post. (i used 'sex' as an example because i don't think many people in this space would have that tag blocked, btw, haha)

with this rule, you're protecting both people who might accidentally stumble onto your blog and not know what's going on and also your own followers who might like your posts about one thing but not the other!

i really highly recommend having a fully separate 18+ main blog/account, rather than it being a sideblog. this means you can leave likes, send asks without being on anon/having to say "this is so and so", and, if your account does end up getting mass reported and deleted by tumblr, you won't lose any other blogs, just the 18+ one.

blog backups are a very good idea!