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Oct 18, 2019 7:54 AM
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fast-and-frugal + 39-lashes

he likes that you hurt yourself when you're trying not to touch yourself

hurt yourself now

or else

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The message comes through while he’s glancing up at the screen and he doesn’t even think twice. He has to keep recording — so he has to use his other hand, rake his nails down his chest again hard enough to leave welts.

“I’m sorry — thank you —”

He’s breathless.

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"You'd better be getting ready to send that."

scarlet-thread + knowledge-is-prediction

He said "thank you."

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knowledge-is-prediction + scarlet-thread

tell him he better be grateful

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“Yeah—I—”

He ends the recording and sends it off, to both of them.

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scarlet-thread + fast-and-frugal

Did you steal your boyfriend's phone?

Good job, if so.

"He says you'd better be grateful."

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fast-and-frugal + scarlet-thread

you just have to get him turned on enough that he forgets to be socially anxious

also, I have threatened him with a week of no sex if he says 'sorry'

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Lev is watching the recording and making noises with a lot of vowel sounds in them, and a choking noise when S starts to rake his nails down his chest

knowledge-is-prediction + 39-lashes

nice video

do you really think it's good enough

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scarlet-thread + fast-and-frugal

Ah, the threat of the Lysistrata. That explains it. A man after my own heart.

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fast-and-frugal + scarlet-thread

I like you

I don't know why lev forgot to tell me you're great

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He whimpers softly and drops his hand to stroke himself again. He doesn’t hesitate, this time.

 

The next messages that come through get another helpless noise out of him.

It’s hard to type but he does his best.

please

i can do better

anything you want

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knowledge-is-prediction + 39-lashes

I dunno, I think it's too easy if I just tell you

I bet you can get creative

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He’s being threatened. So it’s fine, isn’t it?

He scrambles out of bed to grab the empty bottle he left on the dresser that afternoon. It’s not like they have anything more realistic so he’ll have to use what he’s got.

He ducks into the bathroom, too. When he comes out he’s used that little bottle of eyeliner, again, and this time he didn’t try to make it subtle.

Gotta make it good. And he said he liked the makeup.

He thrusts his phone at Jeanne.

“Record me—please—”

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"Get the fuck over here and suck my cock."

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"One minute."

Asher sets up streaming video on his phone, positions the phone in a vaguely reasonable position on his desk, and sends the link to S.

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"Not one minute, what are you-- oooooooh."

The angle Asher put the cell phone at is not great, but S can definitely see that Lev is shirtless, grabbing at the sheets ineffectually and making a variety of interesting vowel sounds. 

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He clicks through.

 

“...or...maybe...you should use your phone.”

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"Maybe I should."

She starts it filming.

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He puts the bottle in his mouth.

He tries to make it look good, sliding his lips back and forth over the neck and licking around the mouth and running his tongue over the underside (which you can see, through the glass). Every so often his teeth click against it and he jolts, corrects himself.

He watches the camera the whole time, through his hair when it starts falling into his face, and makes little desperate noises in his throat.

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Lev manages to somewhat collect himself, although he keeps making little moans. 

"You know, hiring a coyote costs a lot of money. You better show me that I'm going to get my money's worth or I might--- mmmAGH-- decide to leave you in Mexico-- ugh, fuck-- and even once you're here-- aaah-- you'll be dependent on me-- mmmurgk-- and you'll have to make me happy--"

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scarlet-thread + knowledge-is-prediction

He's trying so hard.

You're going to love it.

"Let me help, sweet."

She puts her free hand on S's throat.

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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He's so hard it hurts, listening to this.

His breath hitches and he whimpers when he feels Jeanne's hand on his throat, and – he knows what he has to try, here –

He ducks his head forward and audibly chokes on glass.

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The moment he does, she tightens her hand -- keeps it that way, for a good thirty seconds.

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Lev is not, at this point, terribly coherent. 

"I'm going to shove you against the wall and choke you-- I'm going to hurt you-- I'm going to grab your hair and force you to kneel before me and fuck your throat-- I'm going to make you bleed-- I'm going to hurt you and hurt you and make you beg for more-- I'm going to, I'm going to, S--"

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He tries. He honestly does. He keeps trying to swallow it, pressing against Jeanne's hand, choking.

Eventually he has to pull back and try to gasp for breath. He's tearing up, and his eyeliner is running down his cheeks.

He's still looking up at the camera.

"Please–use me. However you want."

His voice is a little hoarse.

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