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Duck and Indrid had just finished cleaning up after dinner. Indrid curled up beside Duck on the sofa, happily wrapped in a blanket as Duck set up the TV to play old cartoons.
“Hey, so this is kinda off-topic,” Duck said, standing up. He walked over to sit next to Indrid, but didn’t press play on the remote yet. “But I had a thought.”
“Hold on.” Indrid furrowed his eyebrows. “My visions are confusing me.”
Duck wrapped his arm around Indrid’s shoulder. “Then ignore the visions. Jus’ focus on the conversation at hand.”
“Okay,” Indrid said, looking at Duck. “I’m listening.”
“So I know we’re both into BDSM,” Duck began. “And we’re both verse switches. But I’ve never been real submissive.”
“Haven’t you?” Indrid asked, a smile playing at his lips. “I seem to recall plenty of begging.”
Duck tilted his head as he formulated what he was trying to say. “We haven’t explored the sadism-masochism part of BDSM much, an’ I’m interested.”
“Yeah?” Indrid took Duck’s hand in his own. “What brought this on?”
Duck’s cheeks grew rosy. “Had a dream last night,” he said slowly. “You were real mean. I liked it a lot.”
Indrid grinned. “Tell me more.”
Duck shifted in place as he recalled the dream, trying to ignore how aroused it made him to think about it. “You, uh, slapped me. On the face.” Silence stretched out between them as Indrid waited for him to continue. “Y’also used a crop.”
“What, to hit you?” Indrid raised his eyebrows. “That’s not something I was expecting us to ever do, to be honest.”
“And we don’t have to do it,” Duck said hurriedly.
“That’s not what I meant,” Indrid said, a sly look on his face. “I’m… impressed with you, in a way. You’re quite kinky.”
“That’s me, resident kinkster,” Duck joked. Indrid giggled. “Anyways. I thought it would be cool if we tried some things like that.”
“So impact play, then?” Indrid asked. He smirked. “You know I have supplies for that in my winnebago.”
“What, really?” Duck was surprised.
Indrid nodded. “You know I used to be a regular part of the scene in the early two-thousands. My kink supplies didn’t just disappear.”
“So you ever been in the dominant role when doin’ impact play?”
“No,” Indrid said. He looked down at their joined hands in thought. “I’ve always… overcompensated, in a way. For how monstrous people think I am.”
“Darlin’,” Duck said sympathetically, kissing his cheek.
“Even in Sylvain, I was… an oddity. I was the only one in Court with these big claws and mandibles. And being eight feet tall doesn’t help.”
“Well, I think your sylph form is real cute,” Duck declared, and Indrid smiled at him.
“What I was trying to say is that I’ve generally been either in submissive roles or been a gentle dom. Because I want to be seen as mild and kind, not… scary.”
“What if you were scary on purpose?”
“What?” Indrid seemed confused.
“No, listen,” Duck insisted. “Part of kink is workin’ personal stuff out through sexual acts, right? You’ve always been afraid of bein’ scary. But you could be scary on purpose in a safe environment, and it might be fun. Cathartic.”
“Huh.” Indrid rubbed the back of Duck’s hand with his thumb as he thought. “That’s not actually a bad idea.”
“Yeah?” Duck leaned his head against Indrid’s. “It also helps that you’ll be scary towards someone who wants to be scared.”
Indrid laughed. “It does help, actually.” Then his gaze became distant. “I just don’t want you to see me differently because of it.”
Duck rubbed Indrid’s shoulder. “Sweet pea, there ain’t anythin’ you could do to make me see you differently. I’m all kinds of in love with you.”
“You say that, but then I’ll be- I’ll be hitting you, and… what if it goes wrong?”
“You got future vision,” Duck said calmly. “We can stop before things go wrong. An’ if you’re too distracted to be checkin’ your visions, we could be checkin’ in a whole lot. Stoplight system and all that.”
Indrid considered it. “I’ve never been monstrous on purpose,” he said. “Never been cruel or aggressive.”
“Let’s see how far you can go,” Duck said, grinning. “How mean can you be?”
“I suppose we’ll find out,” Indrid said with a smirk, leaning his head on Duck’s shoulder. “Now let’s watch some cartoons.”
*
The next morning, Duck woke up being spooned by Indrid. He smiled and snuggled closer. And his mind wandered.
Specifically, he was thinking about their conversation last night. And about the kink supplies Indrid supposedly had in his winnebago. He buried his face in the pillow with a happy smile. He wanted so badly to be good for Indrid, to take whatever he sent his way, including the pain. Especially the pain. He wriggled his hips in excitement.
“G’morning,” Indrid slurred sleepily, placing a hand on Duck’s hip.
“Sorry I woke you up,” Duck apologized.
“Mmm. I was about to, anyway.” He nuzzled the back of Duck’s neck. “What’s got you excited?”
“Just thinkin’ about what we talked about last night,” Duck said, feeling his cheeks warm up with a blush. “And thinkin’ about what you might do to me.”
“And what do you want me to do to you?” Indrid purred.
Duck took a deep, slow breath to calm his shyness. Indrid wanted him to say specifically what he wanted, and he wanted to please Indrid. “I want you to slap me on the face and the ass. And use a crop on my ass and thighs. And maybe a paddle or flogger if you have those.”
“I do have those,” Indrid confirmed. He kissed the back of Duck’s neck. “What else?”
“I want you to be degrading toward me,” Duck said. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm his nerves. It was so embarrassing to say these things out loud. “Like that time we indulged your humiliation kink? I want that. I want you to talk to me like that.”
“You want me to be cruel,” Indrid murmured.
“Yes, exactly,” Duck said. “I know it… might go past your usual ideas of fun. An’ you don’t have to do anythin’ that isn’t fun for you. But I’m just sayin’ I don’t mind if you make me bleed a little.”
“Interesting. What else?”
“And I… I want you to use me. However you want, for your own pleasure. And ignore mine.”
“You want me to hit you, degrade you, and use you?” Indrid said contemplatively.
Duck shivered. “Yes,” he said softly. He rubbed his thighs together, feeling how wet he was having to say these desires out loud.
“Is there anything you don’t want me to do?” Indrid asked, his hand rubbing gently over Duck’s hip.
Duck thought for a moment. “I don’t want you to hit my cunt. And I don’t want you to use anything other than your hand to hit my face.”
“What about bruises?”
“I want them,” Duck said immediately, and Indrid laughed. He felt his blush grow deeper. “Don’t make fun of me,” he whined.
“I’m not, my darling,” Indrid said, pulling him closer. “I’m just a little amused by how much you want this. And so suddenly, too. I never knew this was something you were interested in.”
“I didn’t give it a lot of thought before that dream,” Duck admitted. “But I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about it since.”
“What about calling you names? Slut, whore, bitch? I know those words are more associated with women, and I don’t want you to feel dysphoric.”
“I wouldn’t mind you callin’ me those,” Duck said. “‘S a big part of the humiliation.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Indrid said, trailing a finger down Duck’s side. “I can be creative.”
“Nah, it’s cool. But I gotta ask. When can we try this? I don’t wanna sound impatient, an’ I don’t wanna rush you, but- but it’s pretty excitin’ to think about.”
Indrid giggled and kissed the back of Duck’s neck. “Let’s go get the supplies from the winnebago. Then we’ll see.”
*
When they got to the campgrounds and stepped inside the winnebago, Duck had to stifle a laugh. It was so messy. Indrid had gotten in the habit of at least rinsing out his eggnog cups, thank goodness, but the rest of the mess stayed the same. How in the world were they going to find something Indrid hadn’t used in ten years?
Indrid sat on the ground beside his bed and pulled out a plastic tub from beneath it. “Should be with the rest of my sex supplies…” he muttered, pulling off the lid. He dug through it for a moment. “Aha!” He pulled out a crop and set it on his bed. “It’s just mixed up with everything in here.”
“You want help?” Duck asked, amused. He knew his boyfriend was a collector of sex toys, sure, but he’d never actually looked through his collection. They tended to use Duck’s toys. “Why don’t we ever use your toys?”
“Because there’s a lot of them, and we’d have to bring them all over to your place,” Indrid explained, pawing through the toys.
“Not all of them.” Duck sat on the ground next to Indrid. “How can I help?”
“If you see any paddles or slappers, let me know,” Indrid said. “Or if there’s anything interesting you want to take home, you can pick that out, as well.”
With renewed interest, Duck looked down at the bin. He pulled out a large, ridged dildo. “This looks like your sylph form’s dick,” he said thoughtfully. “Was that on purpose?”
“Indeed. My sylph form seems to react more strongly to that toy than others.”
“We could’a been playin’ with this the whole time,” Duck marveled, placing it on the bed next to the crop. “I’m gonna fuck you with it sometime soon.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Indrid purred. “Oh, a paddle!” It was a nice black leather rectangle with a handle attached. “Have you ever had a paddle used on you?”
“Nope,” Duck said. He could feel himself getting aroused just looking at it. “I’m real interested, though.”
“Good boy,” Indrid said, and Duck’s breath hitched. “What else do you want to try?”
He bit his lip as he looked down at the toys. “What is this?” He pulled out what looked like two long strips of leather attached to one handle.
“That’s a slapper,” Indrid said, taking it from him. He placed the two leather strips on his hand, brought the handle up, then whipped it back down with a loud smack. “It makes a loud noise when it hits somebody. And it doesn’t hurt too much… depending on how hard you’re hitting.”
“Ooh,” Duck breathed. “That sounds fun.”
Indrid giggled as he set it on the bed. “We’ve got a paddle, a crop, and a slapper. I think that’s enough for now. I don’t want to use a flogger our first session.”
“Oh, it’s a session now,” Duck teased.
“Well, yes. It is a more intense BDSM encounter between participants who will likely do it again.” Indrid tilted his head. “What would you prefer to call it?”
Duck shrugged. “Session is fine,” he said with a smile. Then he bit his lip. “Can we bring a flogger anyway?”
Indrid leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to Duck’s lips. “Fine. But remember I’m setting the pace.”
“I know,” Duck murmured. He found the flogger after a few more moments of searching. “Let’s go home. I can’t wait to get started.”
“I know,” Indrid said, reaching over and ruffling Duck’s hair. He chuckled and leaned out of Indrid’s reach. “Let’s get going.”
*