Written by; @smolkittensivan and @kingtronler
Edited by; @luxuryhermit
*WARNINGS; Gay sex, so much sex, smut, toys, edging, consensual slut shaming, whipping, eletric play, nude photos (consensual) therea a tiny bit of daddy kink but ita right at the end so you cant still read it, erm, bondage, bdsm, so much kinks name a kink its here, it doesn't mention him putting on a condom but assume he does safe sex is gr8 sex*
Pairing; Tronnor
Notes; this was written by two different people at many different times so if it ever doesnt make sense oops
Word count: 6.5 ish K
So, today my boss at the kink club decided he needed some subs to pose for pictures. And the job paid, so I quickly agreed to it... I'm a slut for money. Anyway, I just had to get this photo shoot done and I'd be heading home, or to another club, and maybe getting laid.
I waited in the room for half a fucking hour, with my legs and arms crossed, shaking impatiently. I just wanted to get home. I was so pissed off, and it didn't help that I was a bitch as you can tell by my personality, but I have to keep that in check, because people don't "like it". Especially when I'm a sub.
Although late, the jackass finally arrives. "Yeah...sorry I'm late... It's just that there was traffic. I'm Connor." I looked at him unimpressed, rolling my eyes before glancing back down at the floor. "Ahhh uhhh... don't show me attitude princess. I'm a dom... Do it again and you'll be hanging from the ceiling by your balls."
I shivered slightly at the thought and nodded. "Yes Connor," I said, feeling his hand on my chin grip tighter causing me to cry out.
"Call me master!" His voice echoed as he shouted and I nodded slowly.
"Yes master.." I whispered and he let go of my jaw, his hand gently rubbing it.
"I hope that hasn't left a mark." He mutters, his eyes flicking up to meet mine, "As pretty as you would look with bruises all over your body, I don't think they should be in the shoot." I nod as he turns around, clicking his fingers for me to follow which I scramble to do.
"Okay." We walk into a room filled with lighting and cameras, all pointed towards a slightly raised stage with a white backdrop. I looked around, wondering if I would just be posing in the clothes I was wearing or if there was a railing of other outfits somewhere.
"Go stand over there," Connor pointed to the stage, "I'll tell you what to do in a minute."
I walked over slowly, already feeling a bit anxious about this as I stood in the center of the stage and waited for my next order.
"Right, take off the clothes," I heard him say and my head shot up to look at him.
"No! No one said this would be a nude shoot!" I yelled back, watching his eyes flash with anger as he stormed over, stopping only when he was in front of me.
"Of course it's a nude shoot! What's the fun in anything otherwise!" He said, exasperated. I opened my mouth to argue, but the warning glare he sent my way made me snap it shut, simply sighing and start to to take off my clothes.
Connor is still standing there as I take off my hoodie, and I feel uncomfortable stripping when he's right there.
"Co- I mean master, could you maybe look away please?" I ask shyly, my hopes disappearing when he shakes his head and takes a step closer, his own hand reaching out to play with the zipper on my jeans.
He pulled it down slowly, his other hand reaching up to undo the button as he looked up at me with a dark smirk. I could feel my face blushing bright red as I stared into his green eyes, feeling my jeans being pulled down.
