𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝙴𝙹𝙰♡︎

Chapter 6: Daydreams

Jean's slightly surprised at how obedient he is now. Perhaps the lack of eye contact and that feeling of anonymity makes him eager to share his mind. There has to be some reason why that blindfold gets him talking.

Whatever the case, he smiles rewardingly at the subservience. This movement is followed by him smacking his flogger down. Jean feels the blood pump into him as Armin relishes in agony. A man brought to screams; there's nothing more hypnotic than that. For a while, he beats him, torturing that pristine, pink skin with each whack of his intensely painful device. Jean also furthers the torment with degradation, each insult more humiliating than the last.

When Armin gets completely covered in lines and welts, the flogger drops from his hand.

"Beautiful," says Jean while he pumps lube onto one outstretched palm.

The sound is recognisable to the blonde, who says gently, "are you... done?"

"You look ruined," he answers.

He leans in and slides one finger, drenched in lubricant, into Armin's bruised hole. The agonised gasp he receives from the movement is enough to make Jean smirk.

"Agh! Ah!" Armin squirms and complains, body trembling as he does so. "That's- so-!"

He doesn't stop, only stretching him further with a slowly curling finger.

"Good, isn't it?" asks Jean deviously. "Don't you like that? Getting spread open by a guy you barely know?"

He breathes back, "hah..."

It seems the submissive stopped speaking after that moment, holding his tongue as he is prepped minute by minute. A silence would usually be uncomfortable, though, Armin's gasps and satisfied mumbles make a lot of sounds. He might be the most sensitive person Jean's ever been with. With every touch, from light and faint to brash and vindictive, he reacts.

"How does your boyfriend fuck your asshole?" he asks. Fingers press up against his prostate. "Does he pound you right here?"

The blonde's back bows further, and intense lust runs through him in electric zaps of pleasure. He's left screaming and moaning through the torment, a mix of sensations.

"Ah... Jean..."

"Not going to tell me? I should get the flogger again."

"Please do," he whines. "Please..."

His eyes expand. Now this is a masochist.

Jean's hands pull back. There's silence as he gets on his knees, straightening his back very particularly.

"You sick fuck." With a voice lined in anger, he positions his dick to align it with his ass. "Why am I even prepping someone..." He scratches Armin's hips as he clutches them. The man assures that his submissive knows what's about to happen. He thrusts forward, leaving the disgraced words to fall from his lips, "as screwed up as you?"

The submissive screams out a mortified mewl as his body begins to stretch. Both can tell he wasn't prepared. Jean understands that as he tries to push further but finds himself struggling to. He's tight.

The room fills with the blonde's crazed screams and sounds. It sounds like torture.

"That hurts!" he cries out from low in his throat. "Hurts! Hurts!"

Jean's answer is simple. "You like pain."

They continue for a while in silence, with the dom waiting keenly for a response. Nothing fills him with more joy than when a proud masochist admits what they want. The thought alone makes his heart pick up pace.