Okay okay okay. When I was doing the kink jars in my intro post, I put I didn't like needle play because I am terriiiiified of needles. I sob when I get IVs...that being said, I also get off on my own fear. I wanted to jerk off so bad after having a panic attack on a climbing wall. And while I probably wouldn't love it if I was actually injected or stabbed. I love the idea of being strapped down to a table, someone standing over me with a needle full of testosterone.
He laughs when I start hyperventilating at the sight of it. I close my eyes to ignore it, but it just makes it worse when I can hear his footsteps circle me, and I know hes eyeing me up. He grabs my hair and pulls my head down, dragging the tip of the needle over my neck. Gooood, I can barely breathe and theres tears in my eyes because I don't want this. He runs his hand down my body, rubbing his thumb over my veins. He'll line the needle up like hes gonna plunge it into me and mock me when I scream and cry and beg for him not to. Because he wasn't reaaally gonna do it...even if he was thinking about it. And he thinks I would make such a good guy. I drags it so close to me skin, and I can feel the scratch of it tearing me up. I can squirm, its really simple restraints, but if I did Id risk the needle piercing into me skin. And at the point I was really asking for it wasn't I? And he should really do it for me? So I have to stay still even though he keeps getting rougher with me skin, and I can barely breathe, and I can't stop shaking, and I can't keep my eyes off how tight his pants are. Mnnbgh.
Of course this is unrealistic, and I couldn't do this without my inhaler being next to me the entire time, but God the idea is hot.