#cw.bdsm

With Kuroo alone in his office, only his secretary was close enough to hear him if he shouted or make a loud ruckus. He worries someone will definitely come checking in on him if he makes a loud noise, so he grits his teeth. Keeping his mouth shut, he was able to hold back the moans and grunts as he lazily pled his cock. With his gaze firmly locked on his phone, he kept his voice low as he spoke.

“Our kitten looks even better helpless, Kenma,” he mumbles out, biting his lip as he squeezes his tip with another pane up to your nipples and neck. You were completely helpless to Kenma and his sadistic pleasures, as he blinded and kept you bound. With your wrists connected to the pretty pink collar you recently received, the gag preventing your words matched it perfectly. Your legs were spread and secured to a metal bar, keeping you open so Kenma didn’t have to open you at Kuroo’s request. Black clamps were attached to your nipples, Kenma’s fingers occasionally tugging on them as more spit bubbled around the gag and drool spilt down your face.

“That’s not the best part. This is,” Kenma says, clicking a small remote. Your groans of pleasure has your hips bucking, wetness gushing from your untouched cunt as the tail plug vibrates. “A tail to match her ears,”

“A tail that vibrates, no less. Kenma, you sure like your toys,” Kuroo groans, feeling himself get closer to his own release. The rain was getting heavier, meaning his restraint was loosening. “Fuck, I’ll be home shortly,” he clicks off, turning his phone down as he sprays his thick cum all over his hand and boxers. With his chest heaving, he goes to grab the box of tissues. He’s glad he took off his pants.

With the phone call ending, Kenma Let’s the phone sit off to the side. With your constant moaning from the vibrations, you don’t even know it when Kenma sinks another toy into your cunt. Not until that one buzzes to life. With the new vibrations, you’re gushing around the toy as your back arches, hips squirming from overstimulation. Kenma just sighs, stroking his own cock as he tugs on your nipples once more.

“You know, I think we can still do something new tonight. How about it? Want more?” Your only noise is a moan mixed wit a gurgle. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he sighs, his tip brushing against your cheek and chin where drool spills down. With the press of another button, you’re screaming as you wiggle and writhe on the bench, the electric shocks running through your nipples having you feeling another high rise. “Come on, you know what I want,”

With a nod, you let him do another shock. With the pain to your sensitive and stinging nipples, you find yourself gushing and spraying your juices all over the bench, excess dripping to the floor. The vibrations stop as you do, occasional liquid dripping from you. With the toys being removed, you feel empty as you wait for Kenma to release you.

When he doesn’t, you turn your head to hear him. With the wet sticky cum splashing against your face, you know your time isn’t over, yet.

“You’re always so fucking needy. Are you worth anything besides being a hole for me to fuck?” Tsukishima sneers, his cock bumping against your cervix with each thrust. You can’t answer him, not properly that is. With the ball gag in your mouth, you can only drool and take the brutal fucking. Eyes are rolling into your head, but you can’t even see anything through the thick fabric of the blindfold.

A whine from your left reminds you that you’re not alone in your punishment. For fucking you without permission, Yamaguchi has to suffer with a cock ring, keeping him from his release as he watches your insides get rearranged. He’s probably suffering from orgasm denial, poor baby. You must have been too focused on other things, because a swift smack to your ass has you yelping, jumping as you focus on the cock inside you.

“You better not be thinking about him, filthy whore. Even when I’m right here? You sure are a brat,” he grunts, another smack following his words. It’s not his hand, it’s thin and feels too hard to be his hand. Another smack has you moaning, cunt clenching as your hands tighten, enjoying the pain. He chuckles, low and sadistic. “Like my new toy? I figured I should buy a whip to get my brats in shape. I want to see welts when I’m done with you,”

More screams and moans come from you, feeling the leather of the whip collide with your skin. No doubt that welts are forming, skin burning and stinging from each lash. Tsukishima’s hips are smacking into the raw skin, adding more pain to the experience as more drool drips from around the gag, a loud wail as you cream around his cock. With white on the base of his length, he doesn’t stop. Not even when you start to squirm.

“Oh no, if you’re so fucking needy, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re unable to do anything but babble out nonsense,” sneering, he picks up his phone and turns on the cock ring. Another toy he recently invested in, a vibrating cock ring. Perfect for long distance pleasure and punishments. Yamaguchi’s moans of pleasure as it vibrated had your cunt tightening, Tsukishima hissing at the squeeze. “Such a filthy slut,”

“Tsukki, I’m suh- sow- sowry- ah!” Yamaguchi tries to apologize, the vibrations on his previously forgotten cock suddenly too much for him to handle. His orgasm is so close, but so far away. The ring restricts the ability for him to release as quickly as he normally does, so he just squirms as his cock is vibrating, his balls stimulated with the bottom half of the ring. He can feel the beads of cum drip down his cock, but it’s not enough.

“If you are, then prove it. Last longer than me and I’ll accept,” he smirks, eyes shining with mischief. “If not, I’ll fuck you with the ring on.”

The gagging sounds of your head being forced to take in Akaashi’s cock echoed around the room, Akaashi’s pleasure moans and praise filling in the silent gaps. With a gloved hand in your hair, you were once more pulled from his cock to let him admire the drool dripping down your face and the glossy eyes fully of unshed tears. Along with the gloves, Akaashi only wore a black mask that enhanced the intensity of his gunmetal blue eyes, cold and unforgiving as his voice encourages you to do better.

“You look so gorgeous wrecked, pet. You take me so well. Do you have anything to say?” He asks, tugging on your hair sharply. A moan comes from you, eyes rolling as you feel a leather toy sliding between your legs, gentle pats against your drenched slit.

“Thank you, Master. I look best worshipping your cock,” your tongue swipes at the spit dripping down his shaft, moaning in appreciation. A soft smack to your clit has you jolting, the action making you take Akaashi’s cock back in your mouth.

“What about me, puppy? Can’t forget about me,” another voice says, his lips pressing into your shoulder from his position behind you. You moan as his hand roams your front, fingers running over your hardened buds and flicking them, with the occasional tug. The hand holding the riding crop moves to and fro, the leather strip diving into your wetness and spread it along your inner thigh and elsewhere. You moan in response, but Akaashi keeps you held down.

“It’s not your time, Bokuto-san,” he huffs, hands brushing through your hair. “You have to wait,”

“But I’m tired of waiting! I just wanna sink my thick cock in your tight cunny. You want that, too, right, puppy?” Bokuto’s lips press to your ear, riding crop forgotten as his hands roam your sides and fondle you. You can feel his hard cock pressing into you, his impatience evident.

“You hear that, pet? You gotta hurry up and make me cum if you want a present,” Akaashi coos, hand running through your hair as he forces you to bob your head on his cock once more. With Bokuto collecting your slick on his cock, you’re moaning around Akaashi and looking up at him to see his pleasure. With his eyes lidded and occasionally rolling back, you swirl your tongue around his tip and add in more spit, teasing the sensitive spot underneath. With your hands tied behind your back, you rely on taking him all into your mouth. The stretch is unbearable, your throat burns, but you keep working your mouth up and down his cock as his moans get more frequent. When his hand tightens in your hair, you take him in your throat and hollow out your cheeks, feeling his sticky seed coat your throat and mouth. Pulling you off of him, Bokuto forces you to show your mouth off.

“Did she drink it all, Akaashi? Does our pretty pet get a present?” With the way he’s humping you, Akaashi doesn’t think he’d take no for an answer.

“She did drink it all. That’s a good girl,” he pats your cheek, smiling fondly as you whine and lean into his touch. Bokuto doesn’t let you lean into Akaashi’s touch for long, whipping you around to face him. Hands still restricted, you find yourself spread open for his hard and fat cock, resting against you. Akaashi’s hands situate you comfortably against him, his own slightly soft cock beside your head.

“You were so good for us, puppy. You want my cum, too, right?” With his mask covering most of his face, his eyes still shine brightly as he is already pushing between your folds. A moan and a whine come from you as he sinks in, rocking himself into you. The wetness makes it easy, slippery to slip inside.

“Yes, Daddy, I want your cock and your cum. Fill me up—” your sentence is cut off by a mew, feeling Bokuto bottom out inside you. With his cock bumping against your cervix with every thrust, your body jostles against Akaashi’s. He keeps you hair pulled back, hands teasingly ghosting over your neck. It isn’t until you feel familiar role press to your chords to you know what’s next.

“Let’s play a game. If you can make Bokuto cum first, you get another prize. If you cum first, we’ll hook you up to the cage and use you as we see fit.”

With Akaashi’s rules set, you focus on bucking your hips to meet Bokuto’s thrusts. He’s always quick to blow when he’s eager, his thrusts already erratic as he ruts against you. With the flexing of his arms and the sweat beading down his skin, messy hair catching and brushing against your clit, you find your own release coming quicker than anticipated. When his thumb finds your clit, your squeal of pleasure has him grinning.

“Daddy knows what’s best for my puppy, don’t I?” Your response is more squealing as you nod, tongue lolling out as you find your air coming in less quantities. With your vision starting to dot black, you feel yourself push over the edge as you mewl, arching your back as you gush around Bokuto’s thick cock. He grunts, a small chuckle and he’s spilling his own load into you. With how much seed he’s pumped into your tight cunt, there’s only so much he can do to keep it all locked in. Even with his cock plugging you up, some seeps out and coats his pubic hair and the base of his cock, dripping down his balls.

“Looks like we win. Time for round two,” with Akaashi’s voice ringing in your ears, your vision dots back to color, the room darker as the light from outside seems brighter. A thought fleets across your mind, one that’s true from experience.

The prize for you and them was the same. You enjoyed this as much as them.

“BDSM? Like, 50 Shades of Grey?”

“But better!” He chirped, smiling brightly. You smiled right back at him, deciding to accept the proposal. You were still on the fence, but you were also willing to try anything once. You were both experimentalists, after all! Part of that title meant experimenting!

With your knees pressed into the leather bench and your arms bound behind your back, you were having second thoughts. The flogger Tōru held in his hand was the toy of choice, the toy he was recommended for spanking and punishments by the man running the shop. A beginner’s toy, he had said. The brush of the leather against your skin was scary, but when the leather slapped against your skin, you realized how... pleasureful it could be.

With the thin straps smacking against your rear, you could feel a bit of slick looking between your legs, thighs rubbing for friction. Tōru clicked his tongue at that. “Naughty girl. Don’t you know you only get to release from me?” He whispers, as if anyone could hear him aside from you. With his long fingers running over your skin, they dive between your thighs to rub at your folds. “So nice and wet. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? After all—” you gasp out, feeling his fingers pinch your clit. A squirm has the harness keeping you strapped down jostling, the clinking of metal and rustling of leather echoing in your ears. With the flogger touching your skin again, you expect more pleasuring smacks against your skin. When it leaves, you wait for it.

The sound of the smack echoes around the room, your body lurching forward with the action. Tears spring to your eyes as the stinging in your ass rises. Tōru chuckles. “Count them for me. You don’t talk back,” he growls out, a pause. You manage to mumble out a ‘one’, only to hear him humming in approval. When his hand lands against you again, you feel your tears slip down your cheeks, but you continue to count each spank.

“Tōru, I don’t like this—” you begin, but are once more cut off. When his joyous laugh reaches your ears, your blood turns ice cold.

“Pets don’t get to decide. I’m in control. Start from the beginn—”

“Milk bread,” your voice breaks the scene, the flogger still being held hitting the floor as you feel the restraints loosen. You sniffle as your wrists are freed, gently brought into your boyfriend’s loving arms.

“I didn’t know it was going to be so rough, I’m so sorry, darling,” he coos, pressing kisses to your head as he carries you out of the bedroom. He brings you to the bathroom, setting you down as he begins to run the bath. “Do you need anything?”

“Some water would be nice,” You mumble. With your arms covering your naked self, you’ve never felt so small and vulnerable. Tōru nods, rushing off to get you a drink. You stop the bath water, slipping into the warm water as it soothes your stiff muscles and the already forming welts on your ass. When he comes back, he kneels beside you, next to the tub.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“I know. You wanted to try something new. I did, too. I did. I didn’t expect a volleyball player with a killer serve to spank me with his serving hand, though,” you giggle, making light of the heavy situation. With his brown strands covering his face, you push them up to see his eyes once more. Full of guilt, your stomach twists at the sight.

“I won’t do it again. I don’t want to ever feel that way again.” His declaration is firm, accompanied by a couple of tears. Your eyes widen as the situation finally settles in. While it may have been damaging for you physically, it was more damaging to him. He’d carry the guilt of hurting you.

“Well, next time let’s start off lighter. Maybe not 50 Shades of Grey styled,” you joke. He laughs at that, dryly.

“I concur,”