A white onesie with the word “one” in cursive. The letters are covered in silver glitter.
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AU Notes:
This is set in a modern timeline where Izzy never met Edward Teach. He still has all of his toes (and legs, obviously). The flogging scars on his back are from a time in his youth when he was new to BDSM and he and a now ex-partner were both inexperienced.
Ned still has anger issues and uses both sexual and non-sexual sadistic behaviors around people he doesn’t care about. He loves Izzy, so he only inflicts the kind of pain they both consent to.
Ned and Izzy have been in married for a year, and in a healthy BDSM relationship for far longer. However, this fic is not a guide for healthy BDSM or non-BDSM relationships!
I didn’t write this with ABDL in mind, but if you (the reader) wish to interpret it as a mild form of it, you may.
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Day 11, Part 1:
Ned and Izzy’s wedding was exactly one year ago, and both men have prepared gifts for one another.
For Ned, Izzy had purchased a fancy new strap-on harness, high-quality resin for his bow, and a box of truffles made from pink chocolate and filled with raspberry crème. He originally planned on cooking a fancy dinner for them both, but decided to order takeaway meals from the restaurant where they had their first date.
For Izzy, Ned had purchased a vibrating tentacle dildo, a tentacle plug, and an adult-sized onesie with “one” in glittery silver to commemorate their one-year anniversary. He also printed out their wedding vows to frame in their kitchen.
After dinner, the men exchanged gifts in their bedroom. They were received with smiles, laughter and genuine gratitude.
Ned opened the box of chocolates and ate one as Izzy read the vows aloud with a smile. When his husband finished reciting their vows, he hand-fed him a chocolate and put the box away for later.
Izzy moved the vows and Ned’s resin to their computer desk by the window and undressed. He put on his onesie as Ned put on his harness.
A black strap-on harness in the style of a garter belt.
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Day 11, Part 2:
“You’re not taking your kit off?” Izzy knew Ned preferred to give pleasure rather than receive it, but he wanted tonight to be special.
“I’ll remove my shirt if you wish, my love.”
“I do wish, Daddy.”
“Oh honey, are you feeling like my sweet baby boy tonight? I wasn’t sure if the onesie was too much,” Ned crooned. He patted the empty spot on the large bed, then took his shirt off. He threw said shirt across the room to where Izzy’s pile was.
Izzy giggled and rushed to the place Ned gestured to, eager to be in his strong arms. His own arms were well-toned from hard labor at the docks, but Ned was a powerhouse.
“You shouldn’t run like that in the house, my darling. What if you were to trip and fall? I would hate for you to wear bruises that didn’t come from me,” Ned admonished.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Izzy winked to signal to Ned that he was ready for a scene.
“I know you’re sorry, but I must punish you so you don’t forget.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Izzy gasped, letting Ned put him over his lap. His head was only a foot away from the toys and lube he knew his husband would use on him tonight. He shivered and felt blood flowing from his brain to his groin.
“Ten spanks over the onesie and ten on your little butt. Don’t squirm or complain or I’ll continue your punishment another way, boy,” Ned warned.
“Yes, Daddy!” Izzy’s erection was tenting his onesie already.
Ned’s hand came down hard to swat at Izzy’s clothed behind once, twice, then a third time. Because his husband’s bottom was so flat and his hips were so narrow, he was able to spank both cheeks at once. He moved his hand slightly forward to place another three swats on the right cheek, making Izzy suck in a harsh breath through his teeth.
When Ned did the same to Izzy’s left cheek, Izzy screamed. He involuntarily bucked his hips, and Ned clicked his tongue in disappointment.
“What a shame,” Ned scoffed.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
A vibrating tentacle dildo.
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Day 11, Part 3:
“I already told you sorry isn’t good enough. When this punishment is done, I’ll punish your naughty boy parts,” Ned promised.
Izzy whimpered, “Yes, Daddy.”
Ned spanked Izzy through the onesie one more time, then opened the three buttons near Izzy’s crotch. Izzy sighed in relief as his genitals were freed from the confines of white cotton.
When Ned moved the flap back and over his husband’s butt, he noticed a wet spot where the tip of Izzy’s penis would’ve been. He laughed, “You’re leaking already, sweetheart? How adorable!”
Izzy didn’t have time to respond because Ned slapped his hand across both cheeks. The impact of skin against skin was loud and Izzy squeaked in fear and pain.
Six hits were alternated from one cheek to another, then Ned slapped both for the final three. By now, Izzy’s rear was bright red. Ned made a mental note to rub aloe over it later.
“Are you still mad, Daddy?” Izzy’s eyes were blurry from tears.
“Sweet boy,” Ned replied, “I was never mad at you. I only wanted you to stop being so reckless. Now flip over and show me how excited your little bits are.”
Both Izzy and Ned knew that an eight inch penis and equally proportionate testicles were not “little” at all, but that was a part of the scene.
“Yes, Daddy,” Izzy did as he was told, flipping over and lifting the front of the onesie to fully expose his straining shaft, the foreskin already pulled back to reveal the sensitive head.
“Good boy. The top is turning purple; it must be very happy to say hello,” Ned smirked. He ran the tip of a finger across Izzy’s urethra.
“Daddy, please!” Izzy whined.
“Don’t worry, my love. I haven’t forgotten your punishment,” Ned grinned as he spanked Izzy’s twitching shaft.
“Ahh!” Izzy shouted, gripping his onesie tightly as Ned swatted his penis again. He was crying hard now.
Ned made sure to give Izzy’s left testicle two hard slaps, then gave the one on the right the same treatment.
A black tentacle-shaped anal plug.
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Day 11, Part 4:
“Please stop, Daddy! It hurts,” Izzy sobbed. He didn’t say his safeword, though, so Ned knew he was fine.
The last four slaps Ned gave Izzy were aimed directly at his frenulum. Izzy was bawling and hiccuping, his limbs shaking.
“There, there, sweetheart. It’s over,” Ned cooed. He rubbed his husband’s soft, hairy belly.
Izzy sniffled, “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, honey,” Ned began, “I want you to get on all fours now. I need to prepare you for what happens next.”
“What ha-happens next, Daddy?”
“Penetration, my dear.”
“Ok, Daddy,” Izzy sat up and maneuvered on the bed until he was presenting his bottom to Ned.
Ned lifted the fallen flap over Izzy’s back, tracing the old flogging scars before opening the lube and stretching him. Since they have sex on the regular, it doesn’t take long for Ned to fit three fingers inside. Izzy let out small gasps and groans
Happy with his work, Ned hummed and wiped his hands on the blanket, then re-adjusted the tentacle vibe in his strap-on harness. He heard and felt Izzy shiver when he mounted him.
Izzy felt his husband make only a few hard thrusts before the vibrations started. He knew they were coming, but it was still a shock to feel the suckers jiggling against his prostate.
“Oh! Oh! Daddy! Yes! Daddy, it f-feels so good! Oh!” Izzy couldn’t hold in his sounds when sex felt this good. His crying was less from pain and more from pleasure now.
“Yes, it does feel good, my love,” Ned panted. He could feel some vibrations, but they were less intense through his harness and clothes. It was good, but not enough.
Izzy was confused when Ned took off the harness, but he was pleasantly surprised when he was flipped over and sat down with the toy still inside.
Ned opened his trousers and pushed them and his underwear down, then grabbed Izzy’s wrist. He placed Izzy’s hand over his groin and huffed out in a deep voice, “I need you to touch me, dear.”
Late Day 11: Strap-On & Mutual Masturbation & Age Play
CW For 1/2: Sub Cis!Izzy, Dom Trans!Ned Low, Modern AU, BDSM, Age Play, Daddy Kink, Sexual Punishment, Spanking, Mild CBT, Crying, Adult Toys, Strap-On Tentacle Vibe, Anal Plug, Clothed Anal Sex
#nsfw #fiddlehands #ofmdnsfw #ofmdkinktober25
