Out Of Control [Milex]

Shadow

[this (very short) part is dedicated to freakykeypad]

"Slut." - slap

"Worthless piece of meat" - another slap

It was another one of their games. Degrading and abusive at first sight. But they both enjoyed it really. At least most of the time

The power dynamic between them, the certain types of plays they'd engage in... They were all on a written contract they both signed.

On this particular day; Miles was sitting on his heels on the floor, his hands tied on his back and his eyes blindfolded, he was completely naked and covered in bite marks.

Alex was hovering above him, Miles' chin in his hands lifting his head up harshly. His nails were digging into the boy's skin as he bombarded his ears with degrading words.

"Look at you, so fucked up. You're enjoying this aren't you?"

He'd enjoy it, if it was any other day. But today it was taking such a toll on him.

This whole situation he was in was uncomfortable, and it made him feel so bad. Overwhelmed and worthless. Worthless in the bad way, not the kinky way he'd usually like. Miles was a big masochist and he was confident about Alex not meaning the words he was saying to him. He was confident in his own self worth and the games they played with his boyfriend were just roleplay. He knew Alex loved him and valued him above anything.

But on this day he just wasn't feeling that way. His confidence was on the floor and anything Alex said to him felt like a stab in the chest. The position he was in made him feel vulnerable and for once in a long time he wasn't enjoying the game.

He could have said his safeword, he could have escaped the situation early on. But somehow he felt so worthless that he didn't even feel like he was worth being respected about his preferences and wishes. He felt it was no use. He felt it was unnecessary and he felt his wishes didn't matter as long as Alex was pleased with him.

That was not on their contract. Their contract said Miles could use his safeword to get out of a situation he didn't want to be in. Their contract said Alex had to go straight to aftercare once the word was used.

And Alex would, he wouldn't scoff or complain if Miles used the safeword. He'd make sure that his boyfriend felt safe and sound with him.

But Miles chose not to use the word. He felt it wasn't worth it. He went against the contract, and he knew it was going to do him harm.

Alex grabbed Miles by his hair and pushed him onto the floor. Miles let out a grunt as his head hit the floor. Alex flipped him to his back roughly and sat on his stomach

"Listen to me, bitch. Are you listening?" Alex asked and slapped Miles across the face

"Yes sir..." Miles whimpered out, but it wasn't a whimper in pleasure. He was having trouble breathing.

"You look terrified, and I'm not even seeing your eyes. Pathetic, you're pathetic"

"Sir..." That earned him another slap.

"You don't speak unless you're asked a question, slut. You think you're worth being listened to? Hah!"

Whatever Alex said it didn't sit right with Miles. It made him feel shittier and shittier.

"Who do you belong to?" Alex asked "tell me, bitch"

"Y-you sir..." Miles said. His voice cracked as he did so.

Honestly, it wasn't even that rough of a play. On a normal day Miles would be so turned on and begging to be fucked by now. Alex was going torturously slow. Today that was giving Miles more space.