u/Brent_Fox

As the title suggests I'm looking to finally write a piece involving a demon and perhaps a little dark magic. I've written three potential plots to explore below; the first one you'll play as the demon whereas the last two I'll play as the demon. Pick your fav:

Vengeance with a Twist:

Nathan came home to his shabby one-bedroom house. It wasn't much but it was all he could afford with his part time job. He threw his backpack across the room and slid down the wall, collapsing in a heap. Tears streaking down his face. Mondays he had Chemistry class where his evil classmates would always tease him and make fun of him. They called him such hateful things like the f word and freak. He wasn't like most of the other students. He was a bit more of a goth and always dressed in black. He sometime wore long leather trechcoats and leather gloves or a nice jacket. His eyebrows were pierced and he had tattoos on his arm. He still didn't get why they had to give him such a hard time every time he went to class and would give anything for them to just disappeared. Then he thought of something. He remembered preforming a seance with some of his goth friend. Supposedly it was supposed to summon a demon but nothing happened. He figured he'd give it a try. He made a pentagram out of salt on the floor and lit some candles. He tried his best to remember the Latin chant from his childhood and spoke it but nothing happened. Well that stinks. Then he remembered something. He remembered that in movies a blood offering was to be made to summon one. He shrugged at that. Couldn't hurt. He got a knife from the kitchen and lightly cut his wrist. He balled his fist as a few crimson beads dripped onto the floor. He said the chant again and suddenly the candles all extinguished leaving him in total darkness. The room grew cold it sent a terrible feeling of chills down his spine. Suddenly the salt caught flames and powerful giant demon appeared hovering over him causing him to shriek. Before him stood you, Xavier, a tall, red imposing demon with large black pointy horns and biceps that could crush rocks. Nathan explains his situation to you and asks you to fulfil his vengeance against his classmates but on the condition that he gives you his soul which he hastily accepts. Little did he know he'd be serving you for all eternity as your little slut/butler/plaything.

Pet-Project:

You are Franz Hopkins, a German Anthropologist who dedicated his career to studying the presence of demons in ancient cultures. You were convinced that demons were real and were hell-bent on proving it. Throughout most of your studies and digs at historic sites you've come up short of finding any tangible evidence of the existence of demons. Just a few legends from small towns but nothing concrete. Then one Summer you took a vacation trip to a small town in China with a history of demons. You visited a small bookstore on a forgotten side street to see if there was any literature on demons. Suddenly one tome in particular caught your eye. The book itself looked ancient. It was black and bound in bronze and some of the pages were torn and missing and burned too? Strange. Surely there had to be something special about it. You scrolled through pages and pages of the ancient text but it was all in Latin. Sure you had taken a few Latin classes to better help your studies but you hadn't seen anything quite like this before. As you kept flipping pages you were shocked to find horrific pictures of pentagrams and fearsome devils looming over the souls of the dammed as they toiled in their steel chains as they were being whipped repeatedly by their demon overlords, forced to do back-breaking labor for all eternity. You flipped through some more pages with detailed illustrations of demon anatomy, of their horns and eyes, of their jagged teeth and tails, and hoofs. On one page was a phrase in Latin painted in a spiral. An incantation. This was exactly what you were hoping for. The old woman lifted an eyebrow when you mentioned wanting to buy it. She asked if you were sure as the person who sold it to her said it was cursed. You nod and pay for the book. It was a steep 200 bucks but it would very well be worth it.

You prepared a room in your basement to serve as the summoning circle. You did exactly as the book stated, making a pentagram out of salt and lighting candles. You cut yourself as part of a blood offering. You chanted the incantation and then stood back, unsure of what was to happen and how to properly prepare for what was to come. You paused when nothing happened, heart still beating fast as you worried you might have accidentally brought about the end times. Suddenly the room seemed to darken with a black haze as you could see an eerie amber glow at the center. Suddenly a glowing red figure appeared before you. You stare down at the demon unimpressed. What stood before you wasn't a fearsome giant being but a small, youngish, short and skinny looking demon boy with bright red skin and tall skinny black horns that were slightly bent at the top. You ask the demon what his name is.

"I'm Oliver but my friends call me Ollie. I was raised to be an incubus but I always failed at seducing people so they made me a regular demon instead. Not that I'm any good at that either" he pouted and crossed his arms. "Well maybe you could help me with that. Was there something you needed?"

Wow! An actual freaking demon was standing in your living room. The look of shock still hadn't left your face as you place a hand on your forehead, still in disbelief. You couldn't believe you uncovered such a rare specimen. This truly was a wonder in the archeological world. Who knows just how many civilizations had summoned demons and been destroyed by them. That made you think for a moment. Sure the demon kid seemed pretty young and harmless but who knows if it could transform into a foul beast and cast some dark magic on him? Would he suddenly erupt in flames or would spiders and locusts come out of his eyes? You stared at him as he let out a small yawn and stretched. Yes that thing was pure evil disguised as something cute and innocent. You couldn't be too careful as you hatched a plan to cage him and study him. Experiment on him. See what made him tick and what exactly separated specimens of the demon world from the human world. You grinned knowing that your work would make you the most famous anthropologist ever to live.

The Demon Hunter:

You were quite good at what you did. Your work as a demon hunter meant that you traveled from town to town relieving them of their wretched demons cursing their livelihoods. It'd always be the same story. Something was killing their cattle, children were going missing, buildings would mysteriously catch fire. In every case usually a demon was to blame. Though in the town you were currently visiting something a bit more intriguing caught your attention. Satan must have sicked his dogs on our residents. Heard stories of drunks and abusers having their throats and hearts clawed out of them. Gory stuff. Lots of blood. We think it must be some sort of ancient curse or perhaps just a demon with a sense of justice. Maybe it's karma for how corrupt the people are here and how badly they treat each other. Maybe it's Satan's revenge. Who knows though but we've got a lot of people dead because of this an nobody wants to visit this place. In fact quite the opposite. People have been in a hurry to leave this place for fear of being caught by the loathsome devil. Haven't you noticed?" you look around and can only see a handful of people in the tavern. This was by far the worst case of a demon presence you have ever encountered.

You agreed to help the village. But first you needed to find this demon. You question some people around town and eventually you got a clue that there was a mysterious newcomer who frequented the local firing range. He was a clean shot, or so you've heard. You smirked at that. So the demon gets his kicks in shooting people. Not a surprising hobby for a demon. You walk into the place and fire a few rounds yourself. Eh a little stiff. Might need to work on that. You heard the sound of rapid fire from the back to see a taller man wearing a hat and shades and a long black trenchcoat who managed to center every hit of his eight rounds. There wasn't really anything to indicate that he was a demon. His skin was pale and not red and he didn't seem to have any horns. Though when he lifted his glasses to get a better look at the target you noticed there were black lines were his pupils should be. You smiled. You had found him. Now was your chance to move in. Make it swift and uneventful. No need to cause a scene. You were going to need to take this man-no this beast down. Take him back to your place, away from the public to preform the ritual and send him back to hell. Though not before you had your fun with him first and perhaps gave him a taste of his own medicine by torturing him like he tortured those people.

Hey, hopefully you've found at least one of these prompts to be enjoyable. I'm pretty flexible so if you have any new ideas or deviations from this I'd love to hear them. Curious to see what you come up with and willing to take this story in new directions. Hit me up with a chat if you're interested in writing this with me. I look forward to hearing from you.

I have some darker kinks but they're completely optional. I'm mostly into some TPE, brat taming, hunter-prey stuff so it definitely doesn't have to be too heavy.

Kinks: TPE, pet-play, age-gap, size-difference, non-con, CNC, brat-taming, bondage (cuffs, chains, rope, straps, collars, blindfolds, gags, locked cells), Slavery, Ownership, Brat-taming, Sadism, Torture, Substance abuse, abuse of authority, man-handling, toys, strangulation, medical-play, knife-play, marking (biting, scratching, carving, branding, bruising ect), fire-play, obsession, hunter/prey, praise, degradation, mind-break, corruption

limits: watersports, anything overly messy

I'll cut straight to the chase here the dating scene has gone from bad to worse and not only have the people I've met on the apps been rude to me but some of them turned out to be total creeps who were more interested in fucking me then (god forbid) actually getting to know me. What's more is most of the men I meet on the apps are vanilla which kind of sucks because I'm a bit of a kinkster myself.

If you're looking for a low-stakes clean-slate relationship then this is the post for you.

I'm not interested in getting "tied down" to someone and fully committing to anything just some light back and forth conversation and playful banter.

Some things we could explore together:

-Flirting

-Dirty talk

-Daily check-ins where we talk about our day and any fun activities we did

-Get to know each other a little better and talk about our hobbies, interests and careers

-Sending SFW photos of ourselves and some of the cool places we've been

-Sending jokes/memes/cool porn/kink clips

-Playful banter

-Playful teasing

-Instructions/tasks

-Praise/punishments if I do or don't complete said tasks

-Brat taming

I'm from the US but it'd be really cool to meet someone from a different country to learn a bit more about it.

About me:

-I'm 26

-I'm more of a skinny twink with messy brown hair and brown eyes

-I'm a brat/pet/prey/submissive/rope-bunny/masochist

What I'm searching for:

-Someone whose a little older but doesn't have to be. (Late 20s to early 40s)

-Someone who's respectful especially of my boundaries and limits, someone whose a good listener, someone whose accepting of others especially of members of the queer community, someone who understands that "no means no", someone who's kind and understanding, someone who's patient, someone who's nurturing, someone who's supportive and wants the best for others

-A daddy/dominant/hunter/rigger/sadist

-Someone into power exchange dynamics

If you fit this description or if you're looking for someone who fits my description and just want to make a friend and build a fulfilling dynamic with someone filled with good conversation and lots of laughs and positive feel-good experiences then hit me up with a chat.

All characters and writers must be 21+

“This better be good” you said as you snapped on a pair of black latex gloves. You had just received word that an alien specimen had just been recovered off the coast of Puerto Rico which had baffled the local authorities. You and your team were quick to salvage what was left of it before news broke out of such an unusual occurrence. The alien was taken back to the lab and studied in hopes of finding it's origin and capabilities.

“Is Aaron awake today?” you asked one of the orderlies as he'd been slipping in and out of consciousness due to his weakened condition. They went with the name Aaron because they wanted his name to start with the first letter of the alphabet as he was the first alien of his kind.

“He's not sir” came the sound of an older scruffier man with a greying mustache and balding head.

“Shame. And I was hoping to get to meet this strange young fellow”. You tilted your head at the alien specimen sprawled across the metal operating table. He had a humanoid form the only distinguishing features he wad was a redish orange skin tone and dark red hair.

“Let's see what sort of wonders you have in store for us today Aaron” you said as you sat in a rolly chair and scooted up to him. You felt his forehead and immediately recoiled your hand. His skin was hot to the touch it almost burned you. Was he sick perhaps? He was outside of his planets atmosphere so who knows, maybe oxygen was poisonous to him or the temperature wasn't suitable. You pointed a thermometer gun on him and his temperature read 108 degrees Fahrenheit. Strange. You wondered if this was normal for his species. You wrote that down. You take out a metal rod and gently open his mouth.

“Yeah I wouldn't-” the man said sheepishly.

Before you even registered what he was saying you placed a finger inside the aliens mouth only to quickly whisk it away. It's saliva melting your glove and burning your skin. “Drat. Might need to wear rubber ones next time. So his saliva is acidic. Interesting. Will keep that in mind going forward” you wrote something down in a notebook. Your nose twitched for a moment as the awful smell of rotten eggs hit your nostrils. “Oh my god what is that?” you said fanning the air in front of your nose.

“Hydrogen sulfide” the man said. “He exhales it. I wouldn't get to close to it though it's highly toxic, not to mention flammable”

“Noted” you said before casually slipping off your damaged gloves and exchanging them for new ones. “Now lets see about his blood”. You were quick to make an incision along his abdomen, you've been doing this a while and you knew precisely how deeply to cut that wouldn't cause any serious injury or death. As soon as you saw the black droplets slowly start to form you were quick to grab a test tube and capture the strange liquid. Before it was filled completely the glass shattered. You leaned over and stared at his face “Well well well, acidic saliva and blood. Perhaps I should be more careful when handling you” you wink at him. It seemed like this Aaron specimen you found in your lab was full of surprises and you couldn't wait to find out what else he had in store. He was truly a scientific marvel. You were going to be praised by the scientific community for your pioneering research. Might even win a Nobel prize for your work in extra terrestrial science.

Your delusional fantasies vanished in a haze when the figure twitched and shriveled and shifted about. Suddenly he threw his arms back and balled his hands into fists. His eyes quicky opened revealing glowing orange orbs for eyes. It seemed as if his body and hair glowed orange as well. He gritted his teeth and stared at you, clearly ticked off. You were so taken aback by this you stumbled back. You eyed the steal cuffs connecting him to the table which caused you to relax a bit. “Oh good Aaron you're finally awake. I have some questions for you. Now be a good boy and help us or we can make the next few hours rather excruciating”. Your lips twisted upwards into a crooked smile as you enjoyed letting him know who was really in charge here as you knew exactly what tools to use to get him to talk.

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Hey, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this. I was looking to test my creativity as a writer with this one and I bet this will be a fun and fulfilling piece to explore with someone. I'm definitely open to any of your ideas so long as they build off of the central premise. An idea I had was maybe the government uses Aaron like a weapon, like a human flame thrower to take out special targets who otherwise wouldn't see it coming. Maybe Aaron could be a part of an alien organization sent to bring about an end to Earth and the scientists are trying to interrogate him and try to stop it. Maybe you're a part of an alien race yourself which are adversaries to Aarons race and you capture him and torture him to find out more about his race in attempt to destroy them. I'd be open to some of your ideas as well. I've just been craving a form of medical experimentation roleplay so I could be flexible on that end as well. Maybe my character is human and you're testing some harmful chemicals or neurotoxin or depressants or psychedelics on him to perfect chemical weapons. Maybe you've invented a substance to turn people into obedient slaves at your mercy who will do your bidding and you test it on my character. Maybe you're trying to turn my character into a super solider or save him from a degenerative disease but it goes wrong. I'm just spitballing here but as you can see I'm pretty flexible. (:

In any case if you're also a literate writer with lots to offer who can write several paragraph responses in third person then this is the roleplay for you. Hit me up with a chat if you're interested. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you. ;)

Kinks: BDSM, torture, TPE, interrogations, substance abuse, abuse of authority, non-con, corruption, forced orgasm, hand-jobs, toys, medical play, pet-play, age-gap, hunter/prey, brat taming, man-handling, sedation, heavy-bondage, collars, cuffs, chains, cages, gags.

Limits: feminization, watersports, sweat, musk, diapers, vore

(Disclaimer: All characters and writers must be 21+)

It was a rough morning for you. You hadn't gotten much sleep the past week as your job as an ICU surgeon was very demanding. The thirty minute commute felt like a long one with all of the traffic and the fatigue seemed to be setting in despite the two cups of coffee you had to keep yourself awake. Of all the days, today felt like it wasn't going to be a good one. And you found yourself proven right as you heard a sickening thud coming from the front of your car.

You slammed your foot on the breaks hard nearly having a heart attack yourself when you noticed the light you just crossed had turned red. You were quick to get out of your car to noticed the crumpled up figure of a young man. Maybe in his late twenties. His scrawny limbs seemed to be scrapped up and bruised and it looked like he might have a dislocated arm and leg. The bike he'd been on seemed to be in worse condition. You were quick to check in on him. Tapping the side of his head hoping he'd open his eyes and that he didn't have a concussion. No response. Not good. You looked around trying to figure out what to do next. You quickly got his bike out of the road then was fast to drag him into your car and take him to the hospital. I mean you were going there anyways and it was only a couple minutes down the street so what was the harm?

“Oh great Doctor you're finally here, I was going to introduce you to some of the new faculty members” said a nurse before her eyes widened in realization of what was going on noticing the smaller man draped over his shoulder. “No time, this mans been hit by a car, I'm worried he might have a concussion and a few broken limbs. I need to operate on him pronto” you said without hesitation. You managed to pop the bones back into their respective joints and partially resuscitate the younger man yet his eyes still did not open and he still seemed in dire condition no matter what you did. You tilted your head a bit thinking something over. The boy needed rest and lots of it. Who knows might even need a month to recover from something this traumatic to his body. He'd need a quiet place to recover but you weren't sure where he lived or who his relatives were who could take care of him. Suddenly you got the notion of bringing him back to your place where you could keep an eye on him and provide him with additional medical care if necessary. He'd need someone to look after him while he recovered after all.

You gently laid him down on your couch, carful of his injured arm and leg and put a blanked over him. You were about to head to bed yourself but you paused at this new specimen in your dwelling, glancing up and down, taking him in. His dark brown messy hair with dark red highlights, his soft pale skin maybe a mole here and there but that almost made him look better in a way. The way his blue shirt crinkled up to his chest to reveal his skinny yet well-defined torso and the black lining of his boxers and those wide hips of his. He was quite cute and you suddenly wondered about his relationship status. Something deep inside you hoped he was single. You quickly shook your head at that. No, a doctor couldn't have such thoughts about his patients, no matter how adorable they looked all curled up in your couch like that. Helpless and at your mercy. You smirked knowing that you were suddenly the most important person in his life. You alone would be the one who knew what's best for him and how to properly take care of him.

It started innocently enough.

When he eventually woke up you would take care of him. Making his meals, help bathe him, pick out his clothes and dress him, help him walk to bed as he often needed you for support. He would have questions and reservations about his accommodations here no doubt and you'd always reassure him that it was fine and that you were move than capable and willing to help him and cover the costs of his surgery. I mean it was the least you could do as you were the one who hit him with your car in the first place. And while he initially resented the idea of having another man take care of him, I mean he was old enough he could take care of himself as he states, he eventually adjusted to life at your place. And perhaps you became acclimated to having the boy there as well. You were growing lonely all by yourself here and the young mans company lifted your spirits and caring for the little bastard brought new meaning into your life.

Soon it became clear that your intentions were not as pure as you initially thought they were.

He'd ask you when he'd be good enough to be released from your care and you'd keep pushing the date back a week whenever he'd ask that. “No, I'm sorry but you're still not well, I can't have you accidentally overexerting yourself and twisting a limb and winding up back at the hospital. Just a few more days I promise” you said in a sweet and gentle tone to reassure him. Though you knew deep down that he'd figure it out. That you never intended on releasing him from this place. You'd need to think of something better. Yes. A better way of keeping the boy here. Just the thought of him leaving you and never seeing you again sounded so terribly awful that you just couldn't allow that to happen. No, it was unthinkable.

It started innocently enough. You'd just give him random tasks to fufil to get him off your back. Anything to occupy and distract him so he wouldn't ask questions he shouldn't be asking. You'd even find little ways to reward him for completing tasks and even punishing him should he fail to keep him motivated. Something you thought was pretty clever, hell maybe even enjoyable too as soon enough you could even get him to do your bidding or whatever depraved ridiculous task you wanted out of him. Though even the task method would fail eventually. No, you needed something a little more concrete than than. Perhaps more extreme measures were required to keep the boy in check. But what?

As you administered his pain meds an idea formed in your head. Instead of giving him his regular medication, you'd give him something a little stronger. Something not only to numb the pain, but to numb his mind as well. Make him a bit sleepy. Too tired to realize what was really going on and question things. He'd be reduced to your obedient, well-behaved submissive boy and soon there'd be nothing he could do about it. You'd have complete control over him. Just the thought of that made your lips curl into an eerie grin. You just hoped the plan of yours worked and he wouldn't try to fight back. Maybe you miscalculated about who it was you were dealing with. Perhaps things would get out of hand and he'd lash out. Try to make a stand and fight you off. But you were always good at correcting unruly patients as a doctor with years of experience dealing with them.

Hey, I hope you liked this. Hit me up with a chat if you're interested and lets get writing! (:

Kinks: TPE, Obsession, Substance Abuse, Brat Taming, CNC, NC, Dirty Talk, Name Calling, Degradation, Praise, Pampering, Scolded/Talked down to, Teasing, “Good boy”/”My Boy”, Man-Handling, Fighting, Breath Play, Hunter-prey, Bondage (straps, collars, leashes, cuffs), Kissing, Making Out, Touching, Cuddling, Age-Gap, Medical Play (gurneys, wheel chairs, lab coats, gloves, needles, straightjackets, sedation, bandages)

Limits: feminization, watersports, sweat, musk, diapers, vore

(Disclaimer: All characters and writers must be 21+)

It was a rough morning for you. You hadn't gotten much sleep the past week as your job as an ICU surgeon was very demanding. The thirty minute commute felt like a long one with all of the traffic and the fatigue seemed to be setting in despite the two cups of coffee you had to keep yourself awake. Of all the days, today felt like it wasn't going to be a good one. And you found yourself proven right as you heard a sickening thud coming from the front of your car.

You slammed your foot on the breaks hard nearly having a heart attack yourself when you noticed the light you just crossed had turned red. You were quick to get out of your car to noticed the crumpled up figure of a young man. Maybe in his late twenties. His scrawny limbs seemed to be scrapped up and bruised and it looked like he might have a dislocated arm and leg. The bike he'd been on seemed to be in worse condition. You were quick to check in on him. Tapping the side of his head hoping he'd open his eyes and that he didn't have a concussion. No response. Not good. You looked around trying to figure out what to do next. You quickly got his bike out of the road then was fast to drag him into your car and take him to the hospital. I mean you were going there anyways and it was only a couple minutes down the street so what was the harm?

“Oh great Doctor you're finally here, I was going to introduce you to some of the new faculty members” said a nurse before her eyes widened in realization of what was going on noticing the smaller man draped over his shoulder. “No time, this mans been hit by a car, I'm worried he might have a concussion and a few broken limbs. I need to operate on him pronto” you said without hesitation. You managed to pop the bones back into their respective joints and partially resuscitate the younger man yet his eyes still did not open and he still seemed in dire condition no matter what you did. You tilted your head a bit thinking something over. The boy needed rest and lots of it. Who knows might even need a month to recover from something this tarumatic to his body. He'd need a quiet place to recover but you weren't sure where he lived or who his relatives were who could take care of him. Suddenly you got the notion of bringing him back to your place where you could keep an eye on him and provide him with additional medical care if necessary. He'd need someone to look after him while he recovered after all.

You gently laid him down on your couch, carful of his injured arm and leg and put a blanked over him. You were about to head to bed yourself but you paused at this new specimine in your dwelling, glancing up and down, taking him in. His dark brown messy hair with dark red highlights, his soft pale skin maybe a mole here and there but that almost made him look better in a way. The way his blue shirt crinkled up to his chest to reveal his skinny yet well-defined torso and the black lining of his boxers and those wide hips of his. He was quite cute and you suddenly wondered about his relationship status. Something deep inside you hoped he was single. You quickly shook your head at that. No, a doctor couldn't have such thoughts about his patients, no matter how adorable they looked all curled up in your couch like that. Helpless and at your mercy. You smirked knowing that you were suddenly the most important person in his life. You alone would be the one who knew what's best for him and how to properly take care of him.

It started innocently enough.

When he eventually woke up you would take care of him. Making his meals, help bathe him, pick out his clothes and dress him, help him walk to bed as he often needed you for support. He would have questions and reservations about his accommodations here no doubt and you'd always reassure him that it was fine and that you were move than capable and willing to help him and cover the costs of his surgery. I mean it was the least you could do as you were the one who hit him with your car in the first place. And while he initially resented the idea of having another man take care of him, I mean he was old enough he could take care of himself as he states, he eventually adjusted to life at your place. And perhaps you became acclimated to having the boy there as well. You were growing lonely all by yourself here and the young mans company lifted your spirits and caring for the little bastard brought new meaning into your life.

Soon it became clear that your intentions were not as pure as you initially thought they were.

He'd ask you when he'd be good enough to be released from your care and you'd keep pushing the date back a week whenever he'd ask that. “No, I'm sorry but you're still not well, I can't have you accidentally overexerting yourself and twisting a limb and winding up back at the hospital. Just a few more days I promise” you said in a sweet and gentle tone to reassure him. Though you knew deep down that he'd figure it out. That you never intended on releasing him from this place. You'd need to think of something better. Yes. A better way of keeping the boy here. Just the thought of him leaving you and never seeing you again sounded so terribly awful that you just couldn't allow that to happen. No, it was unthinkable.

It started innocently enough. You'd just give him random tasks to fufill to get him off your back. Anything to occupy and distract him so he wouldn't ask questions he shouldn't be asking. You'd even find little ways to reward him for completing tasks and even punishing him should he fail to keep him motivated. Something you thought was pretty clever, hell maybe even enjoyable too as soon enough you could even get him to do your bidding or whatever depraved ridiculous task you wanted out of him. Though even the task method would fail eventually. No, you needed something a little more concrete than than. Perhaps more extreme measures were required to keep the boy in check. But what?

As you administered his pain meds an idea formed in your head. Instead of giving him his regular medication, you'd give him something a little stronger. Something not only to numb the pain, but to numb his mind as well. Make him a bit sleepy. Too tired to realize what was really going on and question things. He'd be reduced to your obedient, well-behaved submissive boy and soon there'd be nothing he could do about it. You'd have complete control over him. Just the thought of that made your lips curl into an eerie grin. You just hoped the plan of yours worked and he wouldn't try to fight back. Maybe you miscalculated about who it was you were dealing with. Perhaps things would get out of hand and he'd lash out. Try to make a stand and fight you off. But you were always good at correcting unruly patients as a doctor with years of experience dealing with them.

Kinks: TPE, Obsession, Substance Abuse, Brat Taming, Dirty Talk, Name Calling, Degradation, Praise, Pampering, Scolded/Talked down to, Teasing, “Good boy”/”My Boy”, Man-Handling, Fighting, Breath Play, Hunter-prey, Bondage (straps, collars, leashes, cuffs), Kissing, Making Out, Touching, Cuddling, Age-Gap, Medical Play (gurneys, wheel chairs, lab coats, gloves, needles, straightjackets, sedation, bandages)

Limits: feminization, watersports, sweat, musk, diapers, vore

All characters and writers must be 21+

Hey, I'm looking for a dedicated writer who has an interest in writing great stories and offers world-building and innovative ideas. This is not a one-off roleplay and I expect the responses to be in third person with multiple paragraphs as this is how great stories are written.

Now, with that out of the way here's my latest role play idea:

I envisioned your character to be a commander in charge of a small military base with a special operation involving testing experimental narcotics on unruly soldiers they deem to have outlived their value on the base. These substances are designed to break prisoners of war as a form of torture or perhaps to numb their will to fight back making them perfectly complacent and submissive. Maybe it works like a truth serum. Maybe it messes them up in the head, maybe it paralyzes them, maybe it knocks them out, maybe it turns them into super soldiers the details can be worked out later.

Your character has become enamored by my character and has become strangely obsessed with him. Maybe it was the way you always stop him in the hallways to pay him a compliment, squeezed his shoulder when he did a good job while letting your hand linger there for a moment too long, stared at him for longer than he should, complimented him on his dedication, his drive or work ethic or even asked him to pay special visage to your office on several occasions. Trying to involve himself more and more with the boy yet always being careful enough not to get too-close to him to be detected by the other base leaders.

Suddenly things go South. Maybe you pressed too hard, maybe you sent him on a mission he didn't agree with, maybe he'd witnessed the atrocities the army caused to innocent civilians, but in any case my character defects and runs away going AWOL granting your character the perfect opportunity to label him as a hindrance and what's more, a desirable candidate for their experimental narcotics testing program.

It's in this program that you fully take advantage of him. With access to this classification of drugs you can bend him to your will. Perhaps you give him something to take him out; to paralyze him completely so you can run your hands along him, claiming him as yours. Maybe it can give you the opportunity to do the things to him you've always wanted but never had the leverage too. Now with him tied up and at your mercy all your darkest, sickest, ethically dubious, depraved, sinister, most perverted fantasies can now finally come to light and you don't hesitate to take advantage of it.

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Hey, I hope this sounds interesting to you. I left it kind of vague so that we can hopefully collaborate on some of the finer details. If you enjoyed reading this and wish to contribute to this role play feel free to hit me up with a chat!

kinks: Bondage (cuffs, chains, rope, straps, collars, blindfolds, gags, locked cells), Slavery, Ownership, Brat-taming, TPE, Sadism, Torture, Substance abuse, abuse of authority, man-handling, toys, strangulation, knife-play, marking (biting, scratching, carving, branding, bruising ect), electro-play, obsession, hunter/prey, age-gap, age-play, praise, degradation, mind-break, corruption

limits: feminization, watersports, sweat, musk, diapers, vore