Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning: Story was written from an anonymous Twi-Kink prompt for Edward and Carlisle, Jasper, or Seth with consensual erotic asphyxiation. If slash, kink, bdsm, breath play, and/or erotic asphyxiation are outside your comfort zone, please consider yourself warned.
Prompt: I want to see some erotic asphyxiation but I want it in a certain way.
Edward with Jasper/Carlisle/Seth...anyone of those three.
Preferably Edward on his knees, giving a blow job with a rope/electrical cord around his throat. Or getting fucked doggy style, the person holding the rope/cord around his throat as he fucks him from behind.
I want it completely consensual though. D/s-ish.
Also, a little name calling would be appreciated. I.e. "dirty slut", "little whore", and "fucktoy"
As well as the phrases "Good boy" or "Such a good pet"
Written by: fiberkitty
Rating: NC17
This is not my area of interest within BDSM, nor have I done more than very basic breath play, but hopefully that won't show.
Edward was on his knees as I entered the room. His cock was jutting out, hands clasped behind his neck, and he kept his eyes on the floor. I saw his lips twitch when I entered; he knew that our fun was about to begin.
“Is my fuck toy ready to play?”
I heard the catch of breath and smiled as I circled my pet We'd come across one another yesterday on the first day of the festival. I'd seen him admiring the young woman I had in low suspension, and asked if he was interested in playing. Later, over a mug of hot cider around the campfire, Edward and I discussed safety, health records, interests, and limits. Per my normal behavior, our flirting turned into biting, and once, while I had my arm around his neck and bit down on his shoulder, his moans turned into a loud plea for more until his face began to redden. With a promise to schedule dungeon time for breath play, I left Edward to his campsite and the order that he was not allowed to cum until I gave permission.
I did not have all my tools with me, such as a vacuum bed; those are a bit hard to bring with to a festival in the middle of the woods. However, I had rope and silk scarves in my toy box that could be used for our purposes.
I only had an hour to take him to his limits and could not wait to see him cry.
“To the bench.” He complied without a second thought. “You do want to be such a good little pet, don't you?” Edward nodded and slowly steadied his weight on the cushioned knee rest while leaning over. After fastening his hands and legs to the attached buckles I admired the taut round globes of his ass and considered whether I wanted to skip any preliminaries and just fuck him or draw this out and fill both holes during our time slot.
I slipped a blindfold over his eyes so that he could not see my intentions. The dumbfuck had refused to set a safe word so it was up to me to watch his limits. I'd given him the word “dragon” although he'd told me it would not be needed. I'd ensure he learned his lesson before working with another Master.
The scarf was nearly weightless as the red silk slid from hand to hand. I gently wrapped it around his throat, and stepped back to admire the image as Edward whimpered.
“Don't be afraid yet, my little slut; I am just making you look pretty. Your mouth and ass are going to be as red as the scarf by the time I'm done with you.”
I slid my tray of tools up beside us. First and foremost, a sharp blade to cut the ropes should there be an emergency; a handful of condoms, lubricant, and the rope I'd borrowed from my camping supplies. I normally traveled light, just keeping a few selections of clamps, floggers, and whips on hand.
My cock ached and beads of precum were oozing from the slit. I'd been hard all day as I planned out what I wanted to do to Edward. Stepping before him, I let my cock hit him in the face. He shifted slightly, trying to find my cock.
“Do I have myself a little dick pig? Do you want my cock? Tell your Master that you want his cock.”
Edward's breath came out in a fast rush and the power trip began to really hit me. Scenes like this were always my favorites. We had a few spectators watching from between the curtain folds.
“Please let me have your cock, Sir. I want to suck my Master's cock.”
My hips swayed side to side as I let my cock kiss his lips. Edward's lips opened, letting warm breath fan out over my cock. I reached for the rope and swung it, allowing the end to crack against his ass.
“Fuck!” Edward tried to hold back his exclamation through gritted teeth.
Gathering the rope between both hands, I quickly looped it around his neck and tugged, using it to pull him onto my cock. “Good boy.”
I pulled harder, slowly twisting up the slack so that the rope was pressing into his throat. The pressure was pretty light at first, not really blocking off his air, but he began to freak on me a bit. “Do you need me to stop?” I asked as only my cock head rested on his lips. He didn't respond. “Guess not, my dirty pet.”
I tightened the rope until his skin began to discolor and he began to thrash as I fucked his mouth. He was a damn good cocksucker, and I told him so. “You're a natural, boy; I can't wait to see you with a mouthful of my cum.”
As I plunged down his throat, his lips at the base of my cock, his chin grinding against my balls, I pulled harder, cutting off his air supply. Edward gagged in his panic, pulled off my cock, and began to buck against the bindings. “I can't breathe, Sir; I can't breathe!”
“You're talking, so you certainly can, whore.” I plunged my cock back into his mouth. “You know the word to make me stop.” I released the pressure slightly, allowing more air to him.
He mumbled out a “No, Sir,” around my dick, muffled by the meat, so I continued to fuck his mouth. Tightening the rope again brought about a similar panic and the most beautiful tears began to leak from beneath the blindfold. I withdrew of my own volition and moved behind him.
I released the rope for a moment to slide a condom over my length, already hating the space between our bodies. I watched as Edward continued to panic, head thrashing side to side as he fought to breathe. His whole body arched as I rubbed his shoulders in a soothing manner, using my best bedside manner. “Stop panicking and breathe. In and out. The rope isn't tight right now, Edward. Catch your breath and we'll resume.”
I could see some bruising beneath the scarf, but nothing that wouldn't fade within a few days. Motioning in one of the voyeurs, I gave a nod toward the large mirror and indicated for her to stand in front of Edward with it. She was naked, although her long dark hair covered her breasts, and a chastity belt hid the treasure between her thighs.
When Edward's gasping became just sobs for breath, I began to trickle the ice-cold lubricant over his ass. His yelp pleased me, but to let him know that would never do. “I didn't give you permission for that sound.” I pulled on the rope, until he sobbed out an apology.
“I'm sorry, Master! Punish me, Sir.”
Oh, I would punish him alright.
I quickly lubed the condom and then pushed against his sphincter. He was tight, but the ring gave quickly; he was no anal virgin. I saw in the mirror that he was biting the cushion to stop from moaning.
“I think you like me fucking your little boy cunt, Edward. You're my good pet, aren't you?”
So fucking tight, and hot. There is nothing like the first time I fuck an ass; each feels slightly different. His body was moving ever so subtly against me, his cock rubbing on the cushion in front of him. “Naughty slut. Do you need something for your own cock, boy?”
I tugged on the rope, earning a strangled sob.
“You look so hot, pet. Do you want to see yourself?” I yanked off the blindfold, letting him see himself at the same time I rotated my hips.
His tears came in earnest, full out sobs as large teardrops ran down his cheeks.
“Don't mind her; she's just another slave here for my enjoyment.” The girl smiled and then bit her lip, color coming over her cheeks as she saw me watching her too. “What's your name, girl?”
“I am owned by Mistress Alice, who calls me 'Isabella', if it pleases you, Sir. ”
I chuckled and pulled Edward's hips back onto me firmly in another thrust as I bottomed out in length. Fuck, he felt good. “He's the one pleasing me right now, Isabella. I have myself a nice little slut of a pet. If he's a real good boy, I'll let him have my cum.”
Edward whimpered and I tightened the rope until I could not get anymore tension in the sisal without causing damage beyond bruising and discomfort. He thrashed against me, teasing my cock with hard, involuntary thrusts. “I haven't had enough of you, pet; have you had enough of my cock?”
The familiar tingle started as his ass wriggled against me. I wasn't ready to cum just yet. Using the rope as leverage, I tugged to pull myself in on the thrust and then pushed onto his back to withdraw. His face was becoming almost purple as he gasped for breath.
A bead of sweat ran along the bumpy length of his spine, and I just had to lick it. Edward shook so hard I could barely keep my grip on the rope. “Your asshole is so beautifully red, Edward. You'd think you've never had this good of a fucking in your boy pussy before. Has anyone pounded you like this before, baby boy?”
Lips parted and his “No, Sir.” was the barest of squeaks. I could still hear ragged breaths in between sobs so knew that he was still getting just enough oxygen. He still wasn't broken though.
“I'm gonna tie you up and leave the rope on all night, pet. Your skin is so pretty like that, the bruising, the purple-red flush of your face. I just love seeing you like this, boy. Or maybe I should leave you like this so anyone can come in and pull the rope tighter. You're such a little slut; I bet you would just love to have two masters come fuck you in the ass and mouth while a mistress grinds herself against the knots in your spine. I hope she doesn't pull on the rope too much.”
I tugged along with my words, causing Edward to stare at me in shock. “No more, Sir; no more. Please, no more. I'm done.”
Looking through the mirror into those tear-filled and blood-shot eyes, I let go. “Ungh. Fuck.” I released the rope and grabbed his hips, squeezing as I fucked my way to one hell of a climax. As my balls unleashed their torrent into the condom, I maintained my gaze on Edward's face as he panted to catch his breath. Withdrawing, I dropped the condom onto a tissue on my tray, and then moved to kneel beside the beautiful, crying, mess of a boy.
Kissing his cheek and then licking the salty ambrosia from my lips. “I'm so glad you called it, baby boy, but it would have been much easier for me to believe you if you had just said, “dragon.”
Edward continued to cry, and being honest, it was the hottest fucking thing I'd seen since the first time I'd been topped. I released the straps holding him and carefully unwound the rope and scarf from his neck. Using my medical training, I examined for any unnecessary damage, and discovering none, I bit down on the shell of his ear before whispering one last command.
“I'll see you at the hospital Monday morning, Doctor Masen.”
He whimpered and tried breathing slowly so that he could speak. “Yes, Carlisle, er, Doctor Cullen, Sir.”
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