Breaking Benjamin (NSFW, 18+)

She squeezes his jaw, tight as a vise, and stares at him, fury kindling in her eyes, and calmly nips at the fresh injury - not enough to open it further, but enough to make it clear she could. That the only reason she isn't splitting his lip in two is because she has something she wants to do with his mouth that doesn't require it quite so damaged.

 

He whimpers with pain and panic as his hands clench into fists again. He'd apologize, if she weren't using his lips. Please, stop. Please.

There's no point in making it worse for himself, he knows that. Not when he can't stop her anyway.

 

She laps up the fresh blood, movement slow and casual, then retrieves the ring, bringing it up and slipping it through his punctured flesh. She has to force it through, since it's just a little too big, but she just smiles wider as she does.

 

He makes a desperate little sob, low in his throat, holding stock-still beneath her. It feels... permanent, demanding, even more than everything else she's done. It's terrifying.

 

She reaches down, squeezing his thigh. "Good boy."

She reaches under the rack and pulls out a big, hefty-looking welder. "Stay still."

 

Fuck. Fuck. He stares at it, hands shaking with terror. Is she going to burn him, too?

 

She smiles, all teeth.

"Don't. Move." She caresses his cheek. "Unless you want me to go for your eyes~?"

 

Ben makes a tiny keening noise, close to hyperventilating again. His skin crawls at her touch.

He does. not. move.

 

She smiles.

"Close your eyes."

She waits a moment more, then brings the torch up, squeezing the ring close to closed with her fingers before grabbing a pair of pliers to hold the ring still... and welds the golden ring shut, quick and simple, trying not to damage her redheaded prize too much.

 

It still burns, as the metal heats inside his bloodied, raw flesh. The heat is almost unbearable, so close to his skin.

He stifles a scream, gritting his teeth.

He doesn't move.

 

The woman holds the ring with her pliers, waiting patiently for it to cool, singing cheerfully. "It's the hard-knock life, for us..."

Once it's cooled, she releases her hold on it, hand moving to jerk the towel away from his hips. She leaves Ben's body bared to the cool air of the room as she stalks away, hips swinging as she puts her tools back in place and grabs her little makeup pot.

"It's the hard-knock life, for us..."

She paints her face up quickly, this time, movements swift, and when she turns towards him, her smile is wicked, the messily painted skull on her face striking against her dark hair.

"'Steada treated,
We get tricked!
'Steada kisses,
We get kicked!"

She jerks the handle on the rack so that it slams flat, jolting Ben with the movement.

"It's the hard-knock life!"

 

He flushes at the sudden nudity, despite the pain, his cock making its interest obvious. Why. Why is this his life?

He's sure that painted face means nothing good, though he has no idea what it means. The slam jolts the air from his lungs, and he's well distracted for a few seconds, trying desperately to breathe.

 

She uses the opportunity to quickly strap one arm into place, circles to the other, movements quick and businesslike.

 

He winces, laying limp and compliant for her, as his breath hitches in panic. Fuck. Fuck.

He doesn't want to be hurt again.

 

"Spread your legs more," she mutters, pulling his legs apart and strapping each ankle to the table. "Mmh. Yeah. Just like that."

 

He's been loose for a while, but his muscles still complain when they're pulled into that same immobile position. And now he's naked.

He looks up at her, eyes wide and dark. What the hell is she going to do?

 

She trails her fingers up the inside of his leg, dragging her nails along the flesh of his inner thigh. "Mmmh."

 

He whimpers, arching against his bonds, as his cock responds to that fear and pain. "F-Fuck..."

 

"Now... slow... or quick?" She hums. "Hard... or gentle?"

She tilts her head, humming thoughtfully. "Have you ever been fucked by a man, Halverson?"

 

"... a... a few... times," he stutters, beet red, eyes wide. "Why?"