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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
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FILL: Suffer for your Art, one-sided(?) Adam/Walms rpf, M, humiliation kink, cw weight loss
(Anonymous) 2022-10-04 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)This, however, is a bit fucking much.
He's never had trouble getting a prosthetic off, but whatever they've used to glue this stuff to his arse is good. Too good. And now he can't get it off for the life of him. Whatever hopes he'd had of it coming off with a nice hot bath are diminishing by the second and Adam's starting to wonder if he mightn’t be better off just drowning himself in here. Let them make the rest of the show without him.
He's spent the day naked, hungry and cold, and for the most part he hasn't even minded. Didn't mind being gawked at by crew and his castmates, didn't mind being told for the billionth time how skinny he's looking these days (he quite liked that, actually), and he didn't even mind when some of the lashes had hit for real. All of that helped when it came to getting inside Hickey's head, but now he's done for the day he'd quite like to shake Hickey off, curl up in bed with a book and just be Adam for a bit. Which is hard to do when his backside is still covered in silicone welts and his balls and arse crack are all gummed up with glue.
His phone dings and he fumbles for it with wet, slippery hands. It's Walmsley, wondering where he's got to, or so he assumes. The man texts like he's being charged by the letter and Adam struggles most of the time to decipher what he's saying. It's been a cornerstone of their enduring friendship, as has David taking the piss out of him for texting in proper English, which apparently fell out of fashion years ago along with punctuation and grammar.
Kill me, he texts back.
wot hv u dn x, comes the reply.
Don't laugh. Fake arse is stuck.
oh m8 😆 nd a hnd?
He balks at the idea, before remembering everyone's already seen him naked anyway. What's a bit more humiliation? So he tells David to come on up, hops out of the bath and shoves on a dressing gown to preserve what's left of his dignity.
As he waits for David, he mulls over the fact that near enough everyone he works with has now seen his arse and almost definitely more besides. He wonders if they made allowances for it being cold on set or whether they're all having a good laugh behind his back at scrawny little Adam and his pathetic little cock, and... why in the name of God does that turn him on?
Shit. He needs to get it together.
***
"What took you so long?" he hisses, cracking the door open just enough to let David in before shutting it hastily behind him.
"Keep your hair on. I was getting these off the lass from makeup."
He's looking incredibly pleased with himself as he hands Adam the cotton wool pads and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
"You told her?"
"Was I not supposed to?"
"I don't want everyone knowing, do I? Fucking hell, Dave."
"Alright! No need to get arsey."
Adam's scowl is met with a shit-eating grin from David.
"Get it? Arsey? Because..."
"Yes, I got it. You're hilarious." He sighs and flings himself face down on the bed. "Just... be gentle."
He hitches up his dressing gown to expose himself, David shuddering at the sight of the prosthetic.
"Realistic, innit?"
"Where does it...? Is that glued to your..."
"It's glued everywhere."
"Everywhere?"
"Everywhere."
"Mate," David says through barely stifled laughter, "I'm not touching your balls."
"You said you'd help!"
"I am helping!" he points out, chucking him the cotton pads and the rubbing alcohol. "That bit you can do yourself, though."
Adam grabs them from where they've landed on the mattress, picks up a cotton pad and splashes it liberally with the alcohol.
"Oh, be careful with that. She said it might..."
"Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Oh, God, it fucking burns!"
As soon as the cotton pad makes contact with his groin, the pain is searing, white-hot, and all he can do is curl up in a ball and scream into his pillow. When he looks up, David's not even trying to hide his laughter any more.
"It's not funny!" he whines.
"Sorry, mate. It is a bit, though..."
"Shut up!"
"Is it coming off, at least?"
"Yes, but... Fuck..."
The pain has him gasping for breath, and it's not just his arse cheeks that are burning now, he can feel his face beginning to flush with the humiliation of it all. And David really needs to stop laughing at him, because his backside's stinging like it's just been smacked ten ways to Sunday and between that and the squirming embarrassment of being seen like this, he can feel his cock starting to twitch under his dressing gown, and now is not the fucking time.
"I've got it from here," he says weakly. "Just... fuck off."
"Um, you're welcome?"
"Fuck off!" he says again, more firmly this time.
"Alright, I'm going! Tell you what, I'm sort of glad I didn't get the part now. Bloody masochist, you are..."
And as David sees himself out, leaving him alone with his raging erection, Adam thinks to himself - he doesn't know the fucking half of it.
Re: FILL: Suffer for your Art, one-sided(?) Adam/Walms rpf, M, humiliation kink, cw weight loss
(Anonymous) 2022-10-04 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Suffer for your Art, one-sided(?) Adam/Walms rpf, M, humiliation kink, cw weight loss
(Anonymous) 2022-10-04 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)(or alcohol-scrubbing my ass off, as the case may be)
Love this, anon, brilliant, ridiculous, plus no doubt very helpful free advice in event of ass-idents.
Re: FILL: Suffer for your Art, one-sided(?) Adam/Walms rpf, M, humiliation kink, cw weight loss
(Anonymous) 2022-10-04 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Suffer for your Art, one-sided(?) Adam/Walms rpf, M, humiliation kink, cw weight loss
(Anonymous) 2022-10-04 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)