duke_of_illusions | Advanced Flogging

It's an early evening, back in the club. Barma has sent Al on his own, to make friends, to try something new.

Dodo is a breath away.

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al_truism

It's strange, knowing so many faces in the club now. Someone always seems to wave or smile at him, some man with knowing eyes or a woman with a conspiring tilt to her lips.

Barma has something planned. He knows his lover enough to know that there is always a plan. He just has to walk around until he stumbles into it.

He walks over to the bar, keeping his eyes open for someone familiar.

From:

duke_of_illusions

And here's the plan, leaning up against the bar in a kilt, combat boots, a white wife beater, unshaven and rumpled, hair growing up into a messy pompadour. Gerard, with his barrel chest and gut and legs-open stance, tattooed and smirking. The picture of grit and filth, the perfect antithesis to Barma and his narrow hips and long hair and skin.

"Hey baby." A toothy grin. "He said you were mine tonight."

From:

al_truism

"Hello, Mr. Gerard."

Al brightens up, puts a hand on his arm. Despite his appearance, he knows Gerard to be devilishly smart, compassionate and exceedingly gentle when the situation calls for it.

"He did, huh?"

From:

duke_of_illusions

"Mmhm."

Reaching out, he scratches Al's head like an affectionate puppy. Barma hasn't said a word, Gerard is just intuitive, though he wouldn't quite be able to peg the word 'puppy play' to Al just yet. This is just a greeting.

"Not for what you're thinking. You and me, we're going to head somewhere private."

From:

al_truism

Despite it, Al leans into the touch, enjoying the feeling of his hands.

"It never is," he confides, his voice a low, affectionate murmur.

From:

duke_of_illusions

"Said your hellos? Can I drag you off now?"

Still scratching, now with more purpose.

From:

al_truism

"Feel free."

Al leans more into his hand, making a low noise.

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duke_of_illusions

It slips down to rest about his waist, and Gerard gives him a nod at one of the private rooms.

"Gotta drag my toybag in."

From:

al_truism

Al lays his head against his shoulder for a moment before he moves as directed, smiling.

"Do I get to ask what we have planned?"

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duke_of_illusions

"Your man said you were into learning?"

Heaving his hockey bag up, he follows after him. The room is unremarkable, but he's done a bit of set up work already. Suspended in the middle of the frame, stretched by all four corners, is a broad piece of shimmery green velour. Tacky as hell.

"Go feel."

He nods at it. It's the sort where the texture shows beautifully, fibers moving one way or another and creating clear differences in colour when it's stroked.

Edited Date: 2012-07-03 04:37 am (UTC)

From:

al_truism

"Yes." Al puts his hand to one side of it, stroking downward, pressing, eyes wide.

His face lights up -- it's a new texture, something he's never felt before.

"... I like this."

Though he still hadn't figured out how it was going to be incorporated.

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duke_of_illusions

"So, Alphonse. What do you know about flogging?"

He unzips his bag, and starts to yank out and lay out flogger, after flogger, after flogger.

From:

al_truism

"... embarrassingly little," he admitted, looking a little breathless as he stares, hand still on the velour. "Especially compared to you."

Edited Date: 2012-07-03 04:44 am (UTC)

From:

duke_of_illusions

"Okay. Let's start with the medical. There are three big things you hear about floggers. Don't hit the head, don't hit the kidneys, don't hit the joints. All of those, right off the bat, are flexible."

Picking up a bunny flogger, he leans over and swishes it lightly at the fabric. It barely brushes, flicks, bothers. Al's head is the next target, he gets the fluttery little thing in right in the ear. It bothers, it doesn't hurt.

Good tension breaker, too.

From:

al_truism

Al sputters a laugh, automatically reaching up to brush away the ticklish feeling. He nods, following along.

From:

duke_of_illusions

"Kidneys. They're bad to traumatize, yes. They live above the hip, below the ribcage, and peek out from under it- mostly protected, but if you take a punch right here, you'll end up pissing blood."

Resting a hand on Al's side.

"Punch. Not flogger. The force is so broken apart, I've been doing this longer than you've been alive and I've yet to traumatize them. And you haven't even seen how I hit."

From:

al_truism

Al nods, recognizing -- he knows exactly where they are.

"I've seen just a little of it."

From:

duke_of_illusions

"I'll show off later."

He decides, flicking the flogger at the cloth again. Each individual tail paints a stripe where it hits, illustrating the blow perfectly.

"Joints. More dangerous. But it all has to do with force. The only one I don't fuck with is knees- knees will kill you. But anything else, done lightly enough, you're okay. You just have to have a rational, good understanding of the amount of force you're using."

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al_truism

"Yes, sir."

This, thankfully, was something that he knew all about. The proper amount of force, always. A lifetime of being strong enough to bruise or crush someone without knowing it will do that.

From:

duke_of_illusions

"But a back can take a hell of a lot."

He picks up one of the lighter floggers. About three quarters of the length of an arm and just about as thick. he hands it to Al.

"Now, I like braided handles, but the only thing I'd really recommend looking for when you're choosing your flogger is something with a pummel. See these?" Two beautiful, matching ones on straight sticks. "Numchuck handles. I was once demonstrating florentine flogging with them and sent one sailing out into the crowd. The heavy bottom stops it in your hand, and gives you something to spin on if you're going for force and speed. You want to keep material in mind, too. Something soft like rabbit will suck less than, say, the rubber one down there. But this rubber flogger is easily washable, for blood contamination."

From:

al_truism

"Have you flogged to the point of blood?"

He sounds open about that idea, endlessly, curious as he commits everything to memory.

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duke_of_illusions

"Yes- although usually with a material like rubber. The solution is generally to stick to what you've already contaminated at that point, then hang it out in the sun for a few weeks to kill whatever's on it."

Explaining, helpfully.

"It's up to your bottom, if the kind of pain it brings is a good or bad thing."

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al_truism

Al nods again, enchanted by the thought. "I know a few who- like it that way."

Poor Ryo.

"But please, go on."

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duke_of_illusions

"What you need to do is learn how to hit, intuitively and easily. What I want you to do is practice, until you can keep your eyes squarely on them."

Explaining, pointing at the fabric.

"When I'm flogging someone, I keep my gaze on their shoulders. You can see a lot- when their body hugs in against whatever they're on, they need a second. They'll shift, settle, and lean back out. Or, when they're nervous, their shoulders will come up to their ears. You can also watch breathing that way- try and hit on the exhale, unless you want to wind them, then by all means-"