#bnuuy's kinktober

[erosmutt]

﹙🎃﹚THE DOPE SHOW : 𝔟. 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔫

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒public sex, exhibitionism, intoxication

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍ Love Her Madly ♱ The Doors

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . bye this was embarrassingly short. just like with the last one, i'm sorry this took so long to come out. i'm gonna get han and vaders' fics out on time, i promise! . . . hopefully! ×﹒↝﹒buy me a coffee?

"Hey there, gorgeous." Billy's hand rested on your hip as the two of you walked down the sidewalk, the club's music fading in the distance. You giggled and bit your lip before responding, "I've been here all night, Bill~" His fingers traced the curves of your body, the alcohol on his breath no surprise given the amount you both consumed. Your heart raced as Billy led you down a dimly lit alley, the cool night air brushing against your warm skin.

He pushed you against the chipping brick wall, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, hands roaming his chest. Billy's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began grinding his body against you, his arousal growing more evident. Pulling back, he panted, "Up," and helped you lift your legs around his waist. "I've got you, doll. Don't you worry," he murmured.

The alley was dark, but the distant sound of traffic and occasional passerby heightened your excitement. As soon as he pushed his cock into you, you laid your head back against the wall, whimpering as you gripped his shoulders. Billy buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. The two of you were a tangle of limbs, desperately trying to get closer. His hand snaked down to grab your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he thrust upwards.

With a final, deep thrust, Billy came, his cum spurting into you as his body shuddered. Your orgasm followed, walls clenching around his shaft as you cried his name. You stayed there, basking in the afterglow. After a few moments, you two reluctantly untangled yourselves and adjusted your clothing.

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[erosmutt]

I'm going to eat you out so good for this bro 🙏

KINKTOBER REQUEST!

hear me out:

incest, boot worship, and rape (I forget the numbers oops) with Kurt Matheson.

the idea in my head was that you're his sister or daughter. because of his untreated issues and very sensitive mental state, you visit him often to check on him. you end up staying over one night, nd during that night, it became unsafe to go outside, so you're stuck with him until further notice.

he confides in you about how long it's been since he's had a woman around him, and you get weirded out and ask him to stop, which bums him out.

in the middle of the night, he comes onto you, babbling about how desperate he is and how pretty you are and how much he needs you. ofc, he's a vet and works out, so he's much stronger and can easily overpower you. you wake up out of your sleep screaming and crying, and he ends up raping you.

finally feeling some sort of control, he tells you to worship him - his body, his voice, his very being - and he starts with shoving you down onto your hands and knees, one booted foot heavy on your spine while you're forced to lick at his other boot, cleaning away the dirt and grime.

I KNOW I JUST WROTE THE WHOLE DAMN THING OUT, BUT IF ANYONE CAN WRITE THIS, IT'S YOU!

I’M POSTING THIS ONE EARLY BECAUSE I CANT KEEP IT TO MYSELF ANYMORE

I know I already told you in our messages how much I loved this but OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. YOUR BRAIN IS BEAUTIFUL BNUUY. Hands down my favorite request like EVER. I went with it being his daughter. Definitely more of a fic than a drabble. Oopsies.

TW: DDDNE!!! Rape and incest!!! Don’t like, don’t read.

One of the only times Kurt would make an exception to answering the door is when he knew you were expected. Every other week, like clockwork, you’d come with some groceries and necessities for your mentally unstable father.

“Hurry. Come in, come in.” His voice is gruff as he quickly ushers you in out of the storm before locking the door once you’re barely past the threshold.

You take a moment to look around his dimly lit space, discarded food cans litter the floor. You sigh as you set the bags of groceries down before stooping to try tidy clean some of it up. Kurt turns to come over to you, his eyes drifting to your ass as you do.

“You know, if you kept your space clean, it would probably help you a bit mentally.” You say with your back still to him. Honestly it probably wouldn’t do much to his fragile mental state but you still tried.

“You worry too much.” He says dismissively coming up beside you.

With a sigh, you straighten up and look at him, “Maybe you don’t worry enough.”

He huffs out a laugh, “You sound just like your mother. Trust me. I worry plenty.”

You shake your head but drop it instead, not wanting to argue. It was draining with him and you were always walking on egg shells. You opt for putting away the items you brought. “I’ll get these put away and then I’ll head out. I can’t stay long this time, sorry dad.”

He exhales and rubs a hand over his stubble. “Can’t give your old man a couple more minutes?”

“Sorry, not tonight. But I’ll be back next week with your med refills.”

He waves a hand at that, “Don’t. Theyre useless anyways.”

You stop and look up at him. “Are you implying you aren’t taking them anymore?”

Kurt looks away, shaking his head. “They don’t work anyways.”

“They can’t work if you don’t take them consistently. We’ve been over this.”

“Yeah you really sound like your mother now.”

You give him a look, unamused by him. “I only say that because I care.”

The lights flicker and both of you look over to the window seeing the storm has gotten significantly worse in the short amount time you’ve been here.

Your dad looks back to you again, “I don’t think I’m comfortable with you out in the weather like this.”

And that’s how you get roped into staying the night at your dad’s. You knew he worried. God he worried about everything. What led to your parents’ divorce was that exact reason. His PTSD got worse and worse until he was unable to leave the house for fear of the end of the world.

Both of you sit on the floor with a lantern between the two of you, barely giving off enough light. The sound of the storm outside drowns out the scraping of utensils in the cans you were eating from.

“How’s school been? I feel so out of the loop anymore.” Kurt speaks up, trying to make conversation.

You shrug lazily, “Alright I guess. You’d be in the loop more if you had a cellphone like a normal person.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I’ll ignore that comment,” He mumbles. His eyes move slowly over you again. He’d be lying if he didn’t think you were beautiful, the way your curves filled out more over time, the way your breasts seemed to nearly double in size over the last year. His chewing halts for a second as he feels a familiar twitch in his pants, one he hadn’t felt in so long. “You got a boyfriend?” He questions after a moment.

You stop and look up at him, shaking your head, “No.”

Slowly he nods his head. “You should. You’re beautiful.”

You shift a little where you sit, uncomfortable with the compliment. Sure it was normal for a dad to compliment his daughter but not your dad. “Um. Thanks.”

“I mean it. You’re looking more and more like your mom did in her prime.”

You look up at him again, “Uh..yeah I guess so.”

“Filling out like her too. Getting her curves.” He continues on. He probably should stop but it’s been so long and yeah it’s probably wrong but he’s so starved for pussy, he’ll take whatever he can. It’d be a waste of a perfect opportunity if he didn’t try.

“Dad?” You question with your eyebrows furrow together tightly.

He sighs and hangs his head. “Sorry. It’s just,” Kurt sighs once more and shifts a little closer to you placing a calloused hand on your leg. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman and I-“

“Oh my god, dad. Gross! Stop it!” You shove his hand off of you and quickly put some distance back between you too.

Kurt’s hand clenches into a fist as he brings it back to his lap. “Right. Yeah. Sorry.” He tries to suppress the disappointment in his voice.

“I’m going to bed, I just..ugh.” You were unnerved to say the least. You get up off the floor, leaving the half eaten can of food on the ground.

“You-uh..you can take my cot.” He calls after you before he’s mentally beating himself up again. This was going to be a long night.

Kurt tosses and turns for what feels like hours on the floor, his cock so painfully hard. He sits up a little to look at you on his cot. You looked so peaceful while sleeping, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest with each breath. It was pure torture to have a woman so close but not being able to do anything about it. Any rational part of his brain was gone years ago so his conscience wasn’t telling him to stop as he got up off the floor, slowly making his way over to your sleeping form.

He reaches down and brushes some hair off your face, “So beautiful,” He murmurs, letting his hand move off your face, slowly tracing down your neck over the pulse point, then your collarbone before he’s allowing himself to squeeze your supple breast. He bites down on his lip to keep from making any noise noticing you weren’t wearing a bra to sleep. His cock throbs.

Kurt palms himself to try and cause any kind of relief this way as he continues to knead your breast, feeling the pebbled nipple poking his palm. He lets out a shuddered exhale. His eyes trail down further seeing the hem of your shirt bunched up a little. A peek wouldn’t hurt right? Not like you’d know. Slowly he inches the shirt up until he’s able to see at least one of your breasts. Leaning down slowly, he presses an open mouthed kiss to it.

You stir a little in your sleep but don’t wake up. He freezes for a second to make sure you stay asleep before he envelopes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

“Fuck,” He murmurs, releasing it. Making a bolder choice, he lets his hand continue its decent to the waistband of your pants before he’s slipping it in, finding your cunt with his fingers. He draws in a shaky breath feeling how you were wet. “What’re you dreaming about babygirl?” He whispers into the dark.

Against anyone else’s better judgment, he eases your pants and panties down, revealing your core to him. He hesitates for a second looking at it, imagining how tight it would feel wrapped around his shaft.

“I’m so sorry baby. Just been so long..and..and it hurts. You know I love you. You’re my beautiful little girl. I know you’d forgive your dear old dad for this.” He rambles quietly before he’s easing onto the bed between your legs as he bends them. Quickly he fishes his leaking cock out, running it through your folds.

Time isn’t a luxury he has right now. As much as he’d love to savor this, he can’t so he pushes into you, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you aren’t waking up. Slowly he starts to rock into you, biting back moans that threaten to spill out.

“Oh sweet girl..so good to me.” He pants out, rocking his hips into you faster as he chases his much needed release. The caution he had at first is quickly abandoned as his thrusts grow harsher.

You’re stirred from your slumber feeling something that you most definitely shouldn’t be. Hazily you try to make sense of what’s going on as you come to your senses. Quickly you put together that your father is on top of you fucking into you. “Wha-? S-stop! Stop!”

Kurt’s eyes fly open and land on your face seeing you’re now awake. “Shh..it’s okay baby. I know. I know. Just couldn’t help myself-“

You claw at him to try and get him off, shoving at him but he doesn’t budge. “Dad! Please stop!!” You cry.

“No. No. Just-..nghh..be good for your dad.” He grits out.

You continue to squirm and try to fight which only serves to irritate him. He can’t have that. The years of working out and military training served well and he’s able to easily over power you, pinning you down tightly against the cot. “I said, be good.” He continue to pound into your poor pussy, taking what he wants and not caring about your protests.

“Stop! Please!” You keep repeating the words through far tears that roll down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry baby. You’re helping out your dad.” It’s his attempt to console you. As if reminding you it was your father who was fucking you would somehow make it better.

Your protests soon die off, continuing to cry and sniffle under him.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He coos before he’s cumming into you. He leans down to press a wet kiss to your chest. “Now tell daddy thank you.”

Quickly you shake your head. The worst was over, so you assumed. You’d leave after he got off of you. “What? No. You’re sick. Sicker than I thought.” You sniffle.

Kurt leans back, a scowl on his face. “Ungrateful brat.” He spits the words out.

Your eyes widen. You’d upset him, that much was clear. You shake your head again, taking back what you said for the sake of not having him rape you again. “No. No wait. I’m sorry..I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh yeah? You’re sorry, hm?”

You nod your head. “Yeah. Yes, yes I’m sorry dad.” It made you sick to call him that now.

“Show me then. Worship me.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “W-what?”

“I said, worship me. Make your dad happy.”

You don’t even know where to begin, how to lie that well. Kurt is unhappy with how long you take. Slipping out of you, he quickly yanks you up and shoves you onto your stomach on the floor before you can process what’s happening, his one booted foot shoved directly into the center of your back while the other one rested by your head on the floor.

“Lick it.” He instructs.

“What? Lick what?”

He huffs in frustration, “My boot. Lick it. Show your dad how much you love him.”

You start to protest despite your compromised position, but Kurt presses his boot more firmly into your back. “Lick. It.”

You shakily raise your head and stick your tongue out, giving a little kitten lick to the toe of it.

“More.” He encourages, adding more pressure. “Clean it with your damn tongue.”

You sniffle but oblige him, knowing you weren’t getting out of this without doing so. You run your tongue along the toe of his boot, moving to the front of it, dipping down to the sole of it.

“There we go. Much better.” He praises, “Now tell me you love me.”

You suck in a shaky breath, “I-love you dad.”

He hums happily, “Good. Now my voice.”

“I..love your voice.” You sniffle.

He releases a little of the pressure on your back, “My body.”

You fight the urge to recoil at the words he wants you to speak, “I-…I love your body.” You want to puke.

“Mm. There we go. You made your dad so happy, little girl.” He praises softly, “That wasn’t so bad, yeah?”

You shake your head for the sake of appeasing him, “N-no..it wasn’t.”

“Good,” He takes his boot off of your back but then places it down infront of your face. “Now lick this one.”

[erosmutt]

﹙🎃﹚MY OWN PRISON : 𝔨. 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔫

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒pseudo-cannibalism, boot worship

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍMurder Is Masturbation ♱ Nothingface

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . i'm sooo sorry this took me so long to get out. i didn't realize kinktober would be so demanding! nevertheless, it's so much fun! ×﹒↝﹒buy me a coffee?

In the dimly lit, cramped confines of the bunker, the heavy steel door sealed shut against the hellscape outside, Kurt’s tired eyes roam over your body as you prepare a meager meal with the available items - stale bread, and whatever canned goods on hand that were most definitely at least five years out of date.

He sits on the worn, lumpy cot, his booted feet kicked up on the small stool in front of him as he fiddles with the pocket knife in his hand, something to preoccupy him. The blade catches the flickering light, reflecting it off the walls and casting dancing glints around the room. As you work, you could feel the weight of his stare upon you, and it made goosebumps rise on your skin. Ever since you began staying with him, he’d had nothing but a predatory glint in his eyes, like now, as he gives you a slow blink. There was never any telling what was on his mind unless he voiced it. Like clockwork, he spoke. “You know what I have a taste for?” He asks, voice rough.

Kurt’s lips curl into a small smirk. “Meat,” he says simply, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

It seemed as in that moment, you become hyper aware of everything around you. The room was filled with the pungent scent of your combined musk - a mix of sweat, body odor, and the faint smell of dish soap. As you make your way over to him, Kurt’s nostrils flare and he inhales deeply, savoring the aroma, prompting a soft moan.

He was a bit surprised to see you oblige so willingly, eyes never leaving you as you lower yourself onto all fours before continuing your trek across the cold tile floor. While you crawl across the floor, your gaze fixed on his in return, a newfound feeling of anticipation blooms within you. The worn leather of his boots was begging for worship. Kurt’s reaction spurs you on, a murmur of approval that falls on deaf ears leaving his lips. You marvel at the echoing satisfaction in his expression, in his voice; it propels you forward and with a slight tremble in your hand, you reach out to grasp his boot by the ankle.

Gently, you press your lips against the leather, and the taste of it, combined with the lingering scent of Kurt’s skin, is an exquisite experience. You run your tongue over the ridges and grooves, feeling the textured surface against your muscle, and the act draws another moan from the man above you. You alternate between slow, reverent licks and more fervent, passionate sucks. The wet sounds of your worship echo around the room, and Kurt’s approval grows louder, more frequent - each moan, each gasp that escaped his lips let you know a job was being well done. Your mouth works tirelessly, tongue tracing the stitching along the side, and your teeth graze the leather, leaving marks of possession among the scuff marks.

As you move to the other boot, your hands roam over Kurt’s legs, feeling the firm muscle through his pants. You look up at him with hazy, desire-filled eyes. “Good girl,” he praises in a low rumble. He bends over and in a swift, fluid motion, he drags you up and onto his lap, his hands settling into a possessive grip on your waist. You gasp and instinctively arch your body against him; the sudden transition is making your heart race, pulse pounding in your ears as you try to catch your breath.

With a low grunt, Kurt claims your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep past your parted lips. The taste of him, the raw hunger of his kiss, it sets your nerves alight. He breaks the kiss and you find yourself panting, hand tangling in his hair as he begins to trail kisses down your neck. Each touch, each caress, felt like a brand on you. Without warning, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your neck, drawing both a gasp from you, and blood.

You can feel the warmth of his breath, the heat of his tongue as he licks the wound, your initial shock replaced by arousal. The pain is exquisite, a contrast to the jagged dry skin of his chapped lips and the tenderness of his previous touches. Kurt’s grip on you tightens, his fingers digging into your hips, leaving indents in your soft flesh. He groans, and you can feel his cock hardening underneath you, pressing against your clothed pussy.

You can feel the warmth of his breath, the heat of his tongue as he licks the wound, your initial shock replaced by arousal. The pain is exquisite, a contrast to the jagged dry skin of his chapped lips and the tenderness of his previous touches. Kurt’s grip on you tightens, his fingers digging into your hips, leaving indents in your soft flesh. He groans, and you can feel his cock hardening underneath you, pressing against your core. Once he releases your neck, you reach up and trace the crescent wounds, marveling at the way the blood clings to your fingertips. “I guess…” he begins in a whisper, hot breath fanning your skin. “...you’ll have to do for now.”

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[erosmutt]

﹙🎃﹚FILTH PIG : 𝔥. 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔬

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒gunplay, blasterplay, vaginal penetration with the barrel of a gun, piv sex, wall sex, chubby reader

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍSlip It In ♱ Black Flag

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . i made up for it being late by making it longer! love you guys :D also yes, chubby reader. know why? han likes chubby girls, end of story. eee this is my fav one of my kinktober fics i've written! han solo they could never make me hate you.

"Well well, looks like the pretty little smuggler got herself in quite the pickle, huh?"

Shoving you against the dingy alley wall, Han drags the tip of his blaster across your bottom lip, a smug grin plastering itself on his face at the flicker of annoyance in your eyes. "Now, don't play coy. We've both got some collective debts to square up." He chuckles, the scent of stale sweat and cheap booze wafting off him. "Don't you fret princess, I'll getcha outta this mess. For a price."

Dropping the pistol between your legs, he rubs the cold metal against your clothed slit, rubbing it up and down your sensitive folds. Leaning in close, his breath hot on your ear, he murmurs, "Feel that steel on those pretty lips, don't you?"

His other hand roams your curves possessively, squeezing your heavy tits before sliding down to squeeze your ass. A needy whimper escapes your throat as your hips grind against the weapon teasing your aching cunt. "Ooh, gettin' all wet for me already, ain'tcha sugar? Bet this tight little pussy's just dyin' to be stuffed full."

Your heart races as you reach up with a trembling hand to trace your fingertips along his jaw, feeling the stubble. "I'm all out of credits," you admit quietly as to not have your voice echo. Tugging your panties aside, he shoves the short blaster barrel into your hole, stretching you. "That's it sweetheart, take it nice 'n deep."

Han grunts, eyes trained on your curves with hunger. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he starts thrusting the barrel in and out of your slick heat, forearm strained. "Ungh, fuck, ride it baby, just like that," he groans, picking up the pace. The lewd squelch of your cunt fills the stale air as he pistons the weapon faster.

A broken moan spills from your lips, head falling back against the rough brick wall as pleasure courses through your veins. Your thighs quiver, toes curling slightly in your boots as your rock against the thrusts. "Han, don' fucking stop, needa cum," you pant.

Suddenly, the blaster is gone, leaving you empty and aching. You barely have time to whine at the loss before the blunt tip of his cock is teasing your entrance, hot and hard and huge. "Beg for it," Han orders in a deep rumble. "Wanna hear how bad this greedy pussy wants to be split open on my dick."

You lift one of your legs and place it on his hip. "Fuck me," you whisper. "Please, fuck me," you keen desperately, reaching down between your legs and spreading yourself shamelessly. With a triumphant snarl, he slams himself up to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your vision nearly whites out, hands finding his shoulders as a silent scream catches in your throat while he stretches you beyond anything you've taken before. "Fuck yes," he grunts.

Han sets a harsh pace, each thrust slamming you back up against the nasty wall and stealing your breath. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoes obscenely in the alley as he pounds you with abandon, grunting filthy praise and demands. "That's it," he growls. "gonna fuckin' wreck your little cunt, yeah?" All you can do is hang on for dear life, nails scratching against his clothed shoulders as he rails you without mercy. The coil of tension winds tighter and tighter in your tummy, nerve endings feeling sparked. "'m gonna- fuck, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, eyes shut tight.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your walls clench around his shaft as you cum, orgasm dizzying you, coming in waves. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt up," Han mutters. "breed ya fuckin' stupid." With a final thrust, he cums, painting your insides with his hot seed. You shudder and mewl as you feel it pump deep, claiming you.

He stays buried inside you as he softens, large hands stroking your lovehandles uncharacteristically tenderly. "There we go, princess. One debt settled." Drawing back, fluids drip from your cunt obscenely, making him smirk, much to your irritation. "We'll sort out the rest later, yeah?" For now," he leans in and captures your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, before pulling away and flashing you a wink.

"Clean up sweetheart, don't let any other sleaze come fuck you, ya hear?" He tugs his pants up and adjusts his belt. You roll your eyes as you fix your own clothes. "Whatever, Solo." He shoves his blaster back into its holster, pinches your cheek, then goes on his way.

What a dick; but what else could you expect from Han Solo? Nothing. He's a good for nothing sleemo, but by the Force, he could lay it down.

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﹙🎃﹚BODY CRUMBLES : 𝔰. 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔯𝔬𝔢

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒genital torture, bladder control, omorashi undertones, wetting of oneself, electrical stimulation, mention of prostitution, mention of rape, bittersweet ending, reader's age is not specified

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍViolence Fetish ♱ Disturbed

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . This... this sucks. My first Kinktober fic and it fucking sucks. It was rushed, I hate it. I hate it so much. I hope you all enjoy it, though. I hope. TIP JAR

As you sit in your dimly lit ‘office,’ the air thick with anticipation and the scent of a strong disinfectant, you feel a detachment. Everyone has their ways of making money - seedy jobs, honest jobs, odd jobs… and your job is most definitely odd. Not at all ideal, but it was a card that life had dealt you. Once you reel yourself back in from your flurry of thoughts, you look down at the file in your hand, the name “Sam Monroe” staring back at you in stark, black letters.

You were known as ‘The Director,’ and were infamous for your specialized services. The taboo of your profession is particularly lucrative, and word spreads like wildfire among the underground networks. They send their unruly, indebted, or defiant younglings to you and, in exchange, you’d make them pay their debt in the most humiliating of ways. 

The subject in question, Sam, is led into the room by one of your associates. He’s young, barely eighteen, with dark curly hair and doe eyes that begged for mercy before he even set foot in your lair - but the scars on his knuckles and the snarl on his lips told a different story. He’d gotten himself into quite the mess, and now he had to pay the piper.

You can feel the fear emanating off of him, and it’s familiar, a feeling that fills you with a sense of power. His face portrayed an expression of fear and embarrassment, you could see the trembling of his limbs and nearly hear the rapid beat of his heart. A sadistic thrill spreads through your body in a flush of warmth. Sam’s debts would most definitely be covered by the time you were done with him. You signal for your associate to leave, and the door shuts behind him with an ominous click. There was a tense silence.

“I didn’t do it.”

Your eyes flicker up to the boy in front of you, and you give him a slow, unamused blink. “Welcome, Sam,” you greet, extending your hand in a mock gesture of hospitality. He sneers, refusing to shake it, but his defiance truly begins to melt away as he catches a glimpse of the tools decorating your sterile torture chamber. Sam swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His eyes roam the room, his chest heaving with each terrified breath. He knew his karma had come. In the form of you. It didn’t occur to him just how boned he was until you stood up and made your way over to him.

Your ‘office’ was not very typical, to say the least. It was more so of a dungeon, filled with an assortment of tools and instruments, all designed to inflict exquisite pain on the most intimate of places. You had everything from clamps, to knives, to an array of needles. There was a table in the center of the room with leather straps, perfect for securing your subject in place.

“Undress.”

Sam hesitates, but begins to strip naked, knowing he has no place to argue. He’s left trembling and exposed, and you can’t help but appreciate the beauty of his young body and the way his genitals display the evidence of his mounting anxiety. His cock, semi-erect, was a fair specimen, with foreskin that barely covered the head. His balls hung low, and you admired the delicate veins that crisscrossed their surface.

“Lay down.” You order, snapping on a pair of nylon gloves, your back to him. He could, albeit stupidly, make a run for it… but something told him not to. Sam obediently makes his way to the stainless steel surface and takes a seat, the cold metal against his soft ass making him whimper. He swings his legs up onto the table and lays back, swallowing down the fear-triggered bile rising in his throat.

As The Director, you take a moment to study your canvas, the art of genital torture requiring an artist’s eye. You select a pair of clamps, your favorite for this kind of work, and move around the side of the table. “I’m going to start by clamping your nipples,” you inform Sam. Your voice is calm, void of emotion, as you proceed to attach the pliers to his tender nipples. A strangled cry escapes his lips. Sam’s eyes plead for you to stop, his body writing against the straps. A corner of your lips twitches in response to his vulnerability. You’ve found your rhythm, tweaking and stopping, clamping and unclamping. Once you felt he was in enough pain with this method, you moved on to the real star of the show - his penis.

The scalpel was your first tool of choice. With a steady hand, you make a small incision on the underside of his shaft, just beneath the frenulum. Sam lets out a scream that echoes through the dungeon, but you remain unmoved. A crimson river of blood runs down his shaft, down his balls, down onto the table, where it creates a sticky pool of liquid.

“You’re so brave, Sam,” you whisper, almost apologetically. “Just imagine how much more you can endure.”

You pull back and replace the blade with a sounding rod, extra-long and oddly sharp, and you slowly, agonizingly, insert it into his urethra, which sends shockwaves of agony coursing through his body. His face contorts as he lets out a series of garbled moans and cries.

Continuing your work, you move from one technique to another, each more intense than the last. You used a ball stretcher, pulling his testicles away from his body until they were painfully taut. You inserted long, thin needles into his scrotum, creating a horrid constellation of pain that radiates throughout his entire body. Sam is quivering, his body, mainly the lower, covered in sweat and blood. His genitals are a swollen, mangled mess, and his gaze is unfocused yet set on the ceiling, and every nerve ending in his body is screaming in protest against your assault.

Throughout the process, you remained emotionless as you focused on your task. You knew there was no room for pity or mercy in this line of work - your sole objective was to break him, to force him to confess while he pays off his debts.

You begin releasing the pressure on his bladder - the rod that had been inserted into his urethra is removed, and you watch as his abdomen contracts, his bladder desperately trying to hold onto its contents. You can see the panic in his eyes, knowing he can’t control his most basic bodily function. “The feeling of helplessness…” You begin, prompting the boy to perk up. “It’s exhilarating, isn’t it, Samuel?”

The poor thing whimpers, shaking his head frantically, but you know better than to take his word for it. His eyes follow you as you walk back over to your godforsaken table of torture instruments. You return with an item he’d never seen before - small electrode pads. “W-What are those?” He stammers. You didn’t respond, just peeled off the backs and attached them onto his skin - his inner thighs, just below his nipples, and his shaft, which was caked in dried blood. With the flick of a switch, jolts of electricity course through his body, causing him to convulse and scream in agony.

“This is your due payment. Confess, Sam.” You demand, voice cold and unforgiving. “Everything you know. Then maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider easing your suffering.”

The electrical current flows through Sam’s body, his muscles contracting violently, back arching off the table. The pain is excruciating, unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. His bladder, weakened by the earlier torture, gives way, and a stream of urine runs down his leg, pooling on the table beneath him. The humiliation only adds to his torment.

You stand over Sam, observing his pathetic state with a cold, calculating gaze. His body is a mess of sweat, blood, and tears, and yet, you feel no remorse for putting him through this ordeal. In fact, you revel in his suffering, knowing that it brings you one step closer to achieving your goal.

As the electricity shuts off, you remove the electrode pads from Sam’s body, leaving behind angry red marks and burns. He lies there, gasping for air, chest heaving as he struggles to regain some semblance of control; but it’s too late for that - you’ve already broken him, and now it’s time to reap the rewards of your efforts.

“Now, Sam,” you say, voice low and bordering on menacing. “Are you ready to confess? To put an end to this?” He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation; he knows he has no choice but to comply, that any further resistance will only result in more pain and suffering. Slowly, he nods his head, acknowledging his defeat.

“Modeling gigs! This girl, Alyssa, I… I had ‘er do some modeling gigs for me, said it’d be easy money,” Sam begins. “I made her fuck dudes for cash. One night, I-I got high,” his voice breaks, fresh tears cutting trails through the dried stains on his cheeks. “Raped ‘er myself, called my buddy Josh to come join in,” he lets out a sob, body racking. “Took turns, told her I’d kill ‘er if she snitched.”

You listen with a bored expression, but the sly smile gracing your features betrays your true feelings as the confession unfolds. Sam has spilled his darkest, most depraved secret, and it’s glorious.

As Sam finishes his confession, you can’t help the satisfaction that washes over you. His tortured cries and broken sobs are music to your ears, and you realize - this is not the end for him - there’s still so much you can do with someone like Sam.

“Oh, you’ve been such a good boy, Samuel,” you coo, running your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. “but we’re just getting started.” You remove the set of keys from your belt, jingling them playfully. “I’m going to take you home with me, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes widen in horror as the realization of his fate sinks in. He thrashes against his restraints, desperate to escape, but it’s no use. You have him exactly where you want him, and you won’t let him go until he’s served his purpose.

“Shh, shh,” you console, pressing your lips to his ear. “Don’t fight it, Samuel.” You reach and release his wrists from the restraints, but he remains paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak. As you go to prepare to start the cleaning process, you’re filled with anticipation for the foreseeable future - a future filled with adventures that would feature Sam as your unwilling accomplice.

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hey bnuuy hope ur doing well! hate to see u getting crap from some weirdo, u deserve so much appreciation. I love ur fics and read them all the time :p I'm also sooo excited for ur kinktober fics <3

thank you anon! i love you so much, I'm so glad you enjoy my things and I hope I do well for you all on my first kinktober!

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﹙🎃﹚KINKTOBER SCHEDULE 2024﹒

Bnuuy's first Kinktober! Do I get a participation award? I've picked out 5 characters that will come to life in the form of a fanfic over the span of five weeks! Below are the dates, characters, and content warnings!

　﹒ OCTOBER 2ND ﹒ ♰ ﹒ BODY CRUMBLES : SAM MONROE

≻ㅤ﹒ㅤmajor warnings: genital tortureㅤ﹒ㅤノ

　﹒ OCTOBER 9TH ﹒ ♰ ﹒ MY OWN PRISON : KURT MATHESON

≻ㅤ﹒ㅤmajor warnings: pseudo-cannibalism, boot worshipㅤ﹒ㅤノ

　﹒ OCTOBER 16TH ﹒ ♰ ﹒ THE DOPE SHOW : BILLY QUINN

≻ㅤ﹒ㅤmajor warnings: public sex, drug use, alcohol consumptionㅤ﹒ㅤノ

　﹒ OCTOBER 23RD ﹒ ♰ ﹒ FILTH PIG : HAN SOLO

≻ㅤ﹒ㅤmajor warnings: gunplay/blasterplay, vaginal penetration with the barrel of a gunㅤ﹒ㅤノ

　﹒ OCTOBER 31ST ﹒ ♰ ﹒ SKIN : DARTH VADER [RESCHEDULED FOR KINKTOBER 2025]

≻ㅤ﹒ㅤmajor warnings: branding, stompingㅤ﹒ㅤノ

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❝YOU'RE DRUNK, AND I'M A SICK WOMAN.❞

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