He'd tried BDSM dating sites, kinky brothels, the dark web... He'd tried everything, but he just couldn't get someone who'd understand what he really needed. It was only when he stopped searching that he stumbled upon the answer to his life-long problem. Hitmen.


As soon as he realised that this could be his salvation, he sprawled the dark web and quickly found the right person for the job. Another day and Peanuts met the hitman in person holding his life savings in person.


He knocked at the door, nervous only because he had wanted this ever since he'd learned how masochistic he was as a kid. It wasn't what he 'wanted', it's what he needed.


"You're early." Said Max the dragon, opening the door. He was enormous, scarily so, and he towered over the bunny like he'd fantasised about so often. He had to duck under his own doorway as he led Peanuts inside to his filth-covered study. If anything about this dragon said he didn't care, it was his sense of cleanliness.


"I've seen you online, you know. BDSuckeM, KinkKlik, even Smutsite", the dragon started. "I've been wanting to use you for a long time now, I know you need more".


Peanuts thought to himself, 'He probably just saw the foot worship stuff or the spanking videos, I'll bet -'


"'Baseball bat teasing' was a good one. I could tell that you were desperate for him to start wailing on you"


'Wait, does this guy actually get me?'


"But what you loved more than any of it was the frustration of not being hit, am I right?"


"You're... You are! No one else gets that! I-" you get cut off as he covers your mouth.


"I've written up a contract. Sign it without reading it, I'll give you a taste of what you'll be missing and I won't let you amend it."


I didn't need to think, I didn't even want to think. I signed the contract instantly and then I started to read it.


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I, Peanuts, am paying for my dominant, Max, to engage in sexual activities with me. These activities will include extreme BDSM elements, including total pleasure denial. The intensity of these acts will still be decided by me as per the following scale, though I will have no input on any specific sex acts.


1: No sex, intimacy or kink. Effectively, a safeword.
2: Physical stimulation and oral sex.
3: Spanking, watersports, bondage and anal sex.
4: Worship, impact play, humiliation and minor pain.
5: Torture, degradation, heavy bondage, major pain.
6: Multiple dominants, sensory deprivation, peril.
7: Denial of oral sex, precum and cum.
8: Denial of pain and kinky pleasure. 1 day minimum.
9: Total pleasure denial of any kind. 3 day minimum.
10: Execution without pleasure denial.
11: Execution with total pleasure denial.


If I sign this contract without reading it, I forfeit my right to orgasm, as well as my right to edging and ruined orgasms. I also forfeit my right to reduce the intensity of these sex acts out of fear or intimidation. Finally, I forfeit my right to choose my method of execution.


I sign this contract with full consent: Peanuts
--


"Well?" He snapped.
"It uhh... I like-"
"I'm not asking for your opinion, that doesn't matter anymore. I'm asking for a number to start with"
"Why do you even need a number?"
The dragon sighed. "I don't get anything out of torturing whoever comes through the door, I take pleasure in them asking for it. I want you to be the dumbass that's begging for what you know you'll regret. Pick a fucking number or I'll pick 8."


I loved hearing the commanding, booming voice come out of this towering, beastial dragon. I should have been afraid, but something inside me decided that he wasn't quite intimidating enough. I leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear. "If you really want me to beg for it, a few days at level 9 should do it".


That did it. I looked back at the most terrifying smile if ever seen. I knew he wasn't really a demon, but the dark lust in his eyes made me wonder. I felt a deep, primal fear entangled with more lust than I knew was possible.


"Well~" he snarled. He moved his claw to my throat, but he didn't touch me. He slowly dragged his claw over my neck, still not quite touching, as much as I wanted him to. My imagination went into overdrive and I was picturing his claws digging into my neck as they slowly dragged across it. Worse than any pain he could deal was his frustrating tease. "You'll be begging within the hour".