posting for the 4 people who said i should
you guys know who you are <3
I SWEAR ON MY LIFE ITS ALL CONSENSUAL. ZANDER ASSUMES HE HAS CONSENT BASED ON PREVIOUS NEGOTIATIONS BUT WILL STOP IF CAMERON SAFEWORDS/SIGNS.
~fisting: the art of putting a fist in an ass~
- urban dictionary
zander watched with interest as cameron quivered in his rope bonds. the sub was beautifully strung up, his arms held tightly behind his back and his ankles tethered to his thighs. he had his face to the bed, his ass presented to zander, already used and dripping.
zander ran the pad of his finger around the rim of cameron's asshole, sending shivers down the others' spine.
cameron whined lowly, he almost wanted to beg, but the gag in his mouth kept his lips stretched wide and his tongue pressed down, making words impossible.
"shh pet. you don't really need to be a part of this."
to emphasize his point, zander reached under cameron, feeling for his caged cock. nothing about the day had been for cameron's pleasure, he was locked up; cock throbbing in dull pain as it tried to get hard. he had been tied up like this for at least a few hours. zander would use him, then leave him shivering and alone for a bit. sometimes zander would rest on the bed beside him.
cameron felt waves of shame and humiliation wash over him as he realized yet again that he was an object. he was used whenever zander wanted him and he had no say in the matter. he relaxed into his bonds, feeling entirely content to bask in his humiliation until zander was ready to use him again.
zander was mesmerized by the way that cameron's sloppy hole fluttered around his fingers. he battled with himself, possessed by a sort of primal urge to just keep taking and taking. he wanted to absolutely ruin cameron to the point where he was scaring himself.
he doused his fingers in lube and pushed into cameron once again. the sub let out an airy sigh but did not tense or struggle. his hole was loose, zander was able to easily fuck him with three fingers, lube and previous loads making obscene sounds that only added to cameron's shame and zander's power trip.
without really thinking about it, he added his fourth finger in, a small whimper leaving cameron's mouth at the slight extra stretch.
"shh. be quiet. just let me play, isn't that what proper toys do?"
cameron slipped back into that comfortable place where he would let zander do anything. zander knew how to read cameron's body, he could tell when something was too much for his sub and this was nowhere near a limit for cameron. besides, they had been doing this long enough that cameron knew he could call safeword at any moment without repercussions. because he was gagged, he held a set of keys in his hand; zander watched but cameron made no move to jingle or drop them.
zander moved his fingers slowly, stretching cameron with four digits. he ran his thumb around the outside, relishing in the shivers that racked through cameron's body. he re-angled his hand and gently pushed his thumb against cameron's stretched rim, now consumed by the idea of seeing cameron completely broken for him.
he went slowly, not wanting to push cameron's limits too hard, especially because they hadn't discussed this before hand. he pushed again and cameron moaned weakly, still relaxed in his bonds.
cameron's mind felt incredibly slow but he figured he knew what zander was trying to do. he wasn't opposed to it. he actually wanted it more than words could say. he stayed still, letting zander do whatever he wanted, take whatever he wanted. the stretch burned but it hurt in the best way. he was hurting because zander wanted him to hurt. he was in pain and it made zander feel good, that's all that mattered.
