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You're Mine

Ok, this supposed to be a quick noncon fic but....yeah. I got so much inspo with many recent noncon whump reblogs. This is a modern setting.

CW: Noncon(including drugging, kissing, touching), Kidnapping, Creepy Whumper.

Word Count: 11,132

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Chip hums while sipping at his drink, his friends had dragged him out to the local queer bar, but he wasn't really feeling it. He thought it was going to be more of a group thing than whatever he's watching listlessly as a wallflower. As they danced he sat and nursed a mixed drink as he didn't drive here so patience was necessary. Some guys had come to talk with him, but he'd casually waved them off as someone else's bed is not what he desires. A few had lingered for idle chit chat before leaving him be.

A pair of his friends appear and drag him to the floor, leaving his drink behind. He humors them, dancing as well as he knows, as well as he's comfortable with. When their attention wanes he wriggles out of the crowd as quickly as he can, panting and shivering at how close the crowd is. He needs some air. There's a park nearby, I...I think I'll take a break there. Too many people. Going to the bar he closes his tab and looks at his drink, only drinking a small last sip. Taking the cherry he pops it in his mouth and texts the group he needs a breather and will be in park nearby. The bouncer stamps his hand and off Chip walks. Crossing the street and cutting down an alley, the lone man strolls along black wrought iron fencing. The air is cool and fresh, calming his mind with the welcomed silence.

The park beyond is sprawling, littered with trails, playgrounds and green spaces. One of the arched entrances is at the perimeter playground where Chip now stands. It's empty which he doesn't mind, walking over to the swings and sitting. He takes a deep breath and kicks off the ground, he wished his friends like things a bit quieter. A bar isn't really his place to be, even if it's a queer space.

The swing creaks in time while Chip closes his eyes and just enjoys the movement. Head lolling to the side as he sinks into a tipsy bliss. The sound of footsteps has him blinking and sitting up a bit more. He glances back and doesn't see anyone, "Hm?"

He pulls out his phone to check if his friends had come to find him. No new text messages. Looking up, he jumps. Someone is standing in front of him. Their face is obscured, but he can see long hair with gray woven in hiding under the hood. A clean kept beard hides the rest of his face that isn't covered by clothes. Chip plants his feet down so not to hit the man, "Ah! Sorry. Is the park closed? I'll be gone in a few minutes, needed to clear my head."

The man just nods, "Of course, of course. Don't mind me."

Chip blinks, eyes flicking towards the two exits. It's just the two of them. This man doesn't look like he works for the park. He shifts nervously as the man doesn't move. He backs away and stands while still leaning against the swing, "A-hah, I should probably head back."

"Oh, why? You look like you're having a good time. You're pretty cute, just a little shy. I saw you at the bar." The man says with a small grin. Chip blinks and feels heat crawl up his back, fidgeting with the swing chain, "Ah, sorry. I'm not looking for anyone. My friends just wanted to go out."

"Oh? Why go to the gay bar if you're not gay?"

"I never said that! Just.. I don't..." He glares, "I don't need to explain myself like that."

The man has a crooked grin, barely visible, "Fair point. You managed to keep those other guys at arm's length. Be careful, some of them are pushy towards a small pretty thing like you."

"I wasn't advertising myself. I'm not looking for anything." Chip growls, squinting at this strange man. His patience wanes as he pulls out his phone, "Whatever. I should head back."

There's a low laugh as he straightens up, eyes snapping to the other. Weirded out, Chip turns quickly and feels his head sway. The laughing continues, "You really surprise me, cutie."

"What? Why?" Chip snaps, staggering a little as the man takes a step closer. A strong hand takes hold of his wrist, "That you're still standing."

He jerks away from the man and barely gets free, "Don't touch me! Leave me al-one..."

The world sways again, making his stumble. He's confused, he didn't drink that much. That damn laugh returns, "I guess you didn't finish your drink. Oh well, you're nothing but a cute harmless kitten anyway."

Chip's heart drops, w...what? He steps away from the man, lip twitching. Words can't get past his teeth so he just growls at him when he follows each step. A hand reaches out and he flashes his teeth. It hesitates for moment, the man sighing.

"Oh, you really are a fluffed up kitty~ Aw, don't be like that. It'll feel good for you too." He purrs, reaching again. Chip jerks away and bolts in the direction opposite the outstretched hand. He doesn't know which exit he went towards, but just pours his focus into continuing to move.

Fog wreaths his mind, slowing his thoughts and dragging at his limbs. Everything's a blur and difficult to get himself oriented, but he's still clear enough to decide to hide. Maybe he can find one of the public bathrooms and hide in there! The stalls lock. His knees give out and it takes far more effort than he'd like to stand. Will he even know where to go? Could he even make it there? Is it worth being out in the open like that?

Ducking against a tree he shakily opens his phone, trembling fingers typing haphazardly. He hopes he's texting one of his friends. Is he even spelling anything correctly? The sound of footsteps has him hug the small device to his chest and curl up into a ball. Chip clicks it off and stuffs it back into a pocket as the man 'pspsps' for him. Heat spreads across his cheeks, anger mixing with the fear of his situation. Covering his mouth, he listens as best he can with ears stuffed with cotton.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty~ It's dangerous to be alone at night, I won't hurt you. Just come out~ A pretty thing like you shouldn't be out here." His voice is soft and soothing, alluring even. It's almost jarring how level his voice is with what is happening. Chip starts shaking as the footsteps grow closer, "Oh sweet little kitty cat where'd you go~? I promise you'll like what I have for you."

Chip swallows back a whimper, he's so close. The footsteps stop, shift around and retreat with another call for him. His heart hammers in his chest, face aching with how he's holding onto his cheeks as his limbs feel heavier and heavier. When he can't hear him anymore does he finally allow his arms to fall limply into his lap. Very carefully, Chip release a shaky breath, head falling back as all he can hear is his heart. What is going on? Why is he in this nightmare? He can barely move, what does that man want from him? Tears threaten to fall, he has to bite his lips to keep a hitched breath contained. Maybe if he's quiet he'll be ok. Maybe the man will think he was found and leave. He can barely remember how he looked. Did he approach him at the bar? Chip's head spun with all his questions, lolling to the side before he forces himself to sit up straighter. It felt like pulling himself through syrup.

Just breathe...

Just...?

His eyes snap open at the sensation of being stared at. Unfocused green eyes quiver as he pulls his head from the tree to see the man crouched not too far from him. A petrified sound escapes bitten lips as tears blind him, words completely failing him. The man coos softly, slowly approaching him like a predator, "Pretty kitty, don't cry~"

A warm hand touches his face and Chip screams, well he tries to, all that comes out is a breathless wail. Fingers tremble and curl as the drugged man wills all his strength into clawing at his assailant. The man grunts when his nails connect with his face, pulling back with a growl of pain. Chip struggles to crawl away, fueled by complete panic. His ankle is grabbed and he's dragged back, grass tearing up under his hands, "N-no! No!"

Heat pins him to the ground, breath fanning against his neck, "Oh kitty, I should have known you'd have claws. It's ok, I forgive you. You can't be doing that though."

Chip whimpers as hands explore his body, struggling in vain to get out from under the heavier man. His whispered praises and wandering touches makes him feel insane. How can someone speak so calmly while doing something so wrong?! Knees press into his sides, a hand pressing on his shoulders as his captor smells his hair, "Such a soft scent you have, it fits you so well. I really don't want to have our first time be here in the dirt. Will you behave or do I have to declaw you?"

Chip sobs and curls his hands into fists, begging incoherently to be let go. He's gently hushed as he's rolled onto his back, chin grabbed and something forced into his mouth, "Ssh, ssh. Be a good boy and drink it."

Choking and attempting to spit out whatever is in his mouth is fruitless as his nose is pinched closed. Out of strength and options he swallows mouth after mouthful of bitter water. Reality begins to slip, his eyes rolling back as that sugary sweet voice praises him for behaving. The bottle is removed when he's sufficiently pliant, "There's a good kitten~ Just need to make sure you don't scream."

His mouth is again opened and cloth is lovingly stuffed in. He has no coordination to try and push it out before it's affixed with a strip of new cloth. Lips press against his cheek, "Fuck, you're so pretty. I can't wait to see the rest of you~"

Chip feels himself being lifted off the ground. His eyes are spinning, head drowning. Through the fog he can just barely tell that they pass two lamp posts. There's the sound of a car. He's placed down inside, only barely seeing the interior lights behind heavy eyelids. The man is on him again, lips pressing against his throat, "I almost can't wait 'til we get home."

Hands ghost over his exposed stomach, dragging a tiny whimper out of the drugged body. The other laughs, mumbling something about patience and wanting to do it right. The door is closed and once put into the dark, Chip slips deeper into the blackness. The last thing he feels is the engine turning over.

_-_

Consciousness does not come back easily, Chip's head hurt as he groans and rubs his temple. What... happened...? One green eye cracks open, being greeted by a white ceiling. Blinking slowly he looks in the direction of his alarm clock and sees an empty nightstand. Confusion has him look the other way and doesn't see his bookcase full of pressed plants or books from home. Did he go home with a friend? His place is closer... He squints and slowly sits up, where am I? Rubbing his head he feels weight on his neck. Blinking rapidly, his hand falls to his throat and brushes along a collar, "w...what?"

Last night comes crashing back although fuzzy at the edges; leaving, the man, the chase, the.... touching. Adrenaline floods his system as he panickingly pats himself, he's still dressed. However he's not fully dressed in the clothes he was wearing before, anything that was dirtied from the struggle lay discarded on the floor. He's in pajama pants and his shirt from last night. Shaking fingers return to the collar and pull while feeling for the buckle. Maybe he can still get out. His hopes are ruined by a jingling lock keeping it securely locked and fastened to the chain attached to the bed. Chip pulls helplessly at the chain, clawing at it like an animal, he has to get out! He has no idea what that crazy man wants! The sound of the door unlocking has him freeze and press against the furthest corner of the headboard. He grabs a pillow and curls up into a tight ball, shaking in fear.

The man pushes open the door while holding a tray with food. The fact he doesn't have his face covered now has a pit of dread knotting in Chip's stomach. What's worse is he doesn't look like someone who'd currently have a captive. Sun kissed skin with gentle brown eyes. His hair is darker than his beard and he wasn't wrong about gray being mixed in. A scar spans from his temple to mid cheek, covered now by bandages from earlier. He is noticed and gets a soft chuckle, "Aw, I should have known you'd wake up before I got back."

His voice is so calm and level it's messing with Chip's head! When he steps closer the captive hisses, "Stay away from me! Let me go!"

Another little laugh, "Well, which is it? Because to do one I have to ignore the other."

Chip glares, gritting his teeth, "Fuck off!"

The man is unfazed, coming closer and setting the tray on the bed. Chip only curls up tighter and growls at him. He wants to send the tray flying, maybe right in the smug bastard's face. But, his head aches from last night and moving hurts. So instead he remains stubbornly curled up and glaring.

"You didn't really eat much or drink water last night, you must be hurting." The man hums, "Com'ere kitty~"

That pit widens, he was watching him all last night?! His breathing quickens and panic has limbs tremble. He...he picked him, this wasn't because Chip made a mistake...this was purposeful. "Y..you stalked me?!"

"Oh, that's a ugly word. No I was enraptured by you, such pretty freckles. Then your fickle temperament. I'm more of a dog person but I always liked cats. It's cute. You're cute~ What's your name cutie?"

Chip's glare falters, he really did watch him all night. He growls, "I'm not giving you my name, you drugged and kidnapped me!! This isn't some fucking game or fairytale!"

The man just sighs, "Again with those ugly words." He shakes his head, "I knew you wouldn't come home with me any other way. You forced my hand. But I was just giving you a chance, your friends already gave me everything."

He lifts up his unlocked phone and smiles, "Chip's a really cute nickname. I'm guessing you got it from what gave you that scar on your lip?"

He didn't hear what he said, staring hollowly at his phone screen. His friends had responded to his panicked texts with concern but his kidnapper faked his response. They'll never know the difference, will he be dead before they know anything about what really happened? Tears gather at the corners of his eyes, his anger starting to give to fear, "W...why me?"

The man stands and slowly circles the bed, moving as if he'd bolt at any fast movement. Chip tries to keep distance between them but the chain is grabbed tightly, a hint that he's completely at the other's mercy. He's pulled closer despite resisting, face grabbed firmly as breath fans against his neck, "Because I think you'll be perfect for me. It gets lonely sometimes and, heh, you don't have many attachments."

Chip balks at his statement and pulls even harder against the collar, pushing at the other to desperately get away, "I don't know you! Y-you crazy b-astard!"

"Aw, you're accent is cute too."

Chip finally snaps and punches him, he doesn't know where he hit but the chain is released and allows to scramble to the other side of the bed. He can't get off it with how short the chain is but just needs a chance to breathe. The man groans and rubs where he struck, "Feisty. I really should expect nothing less from a feral cat like you."

A strong hand grabs hold of his ankle and yanks him back towards him. Chip clings to the headboard and whimpers in fear. The mattress sinks as the heavier body gets on. Flashes of last night has Chip tuck his head between his arms and swallow a small sob. He tries to curl up but his legs are forced apart by much stronger hands. His captor settles between them and pins him down, "You really are temperamental, don't be afraid I'm not going to hurt you~ You'll feel good, just calm down. You need to eat."

Chip doesn't let go of the headboard, "L-leave me alone!"

"Oh, I can't do that~ It would cruel as you can't do anything on your own." The voice is so close, it's so kind despite who it's coming from. Hands take hold of his wrists and slowly work each finger free before pinning the limbs to the bed in one large hand, "So soft~"

He feels along Chip's exposed belly which only causes his captive to thrash and growl, "Stop it!"

Surprisingly, he does and releases him. Chip pulls himself out from under him and bristles. A smile and hands lift in surrender, "You're right, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's get you fed while it's still warm."

He brings the tray closer and Chip can see it's an omelette, bacon, water and tea. His stomach growls at the sight while he pointedly ignores the flower in a vase completing the whole thing. The man cuts a piece and offers it on the fork.

"I can feed myself." He snaps in agitation, lip twitching. The man sighs and shakes his head, "You either eat like this or restrained with those."

He nods behind him and Chip follows his gaze without thought. A pair of soft lined handcuffs hang in the middle of the headboard. He trembles and yelps as a wrist is taken and forced into one, "W-ait! No! Please no!"

"You've proven a bit too spicy today so better safe than sorry."

He tries to fight his second wrist being restrained, but the other is far stronger. Green eyes stare at his captor in terror, teeth bared in threat but it's clearly only amusing him. Again the piece is offered and scared of what will happen if he keeps fighting, Chip reluctantly opens his mouth. As soon as the fork is cleared a hand clamps over his mouth, those brown eyes narrowing, "You'll be a good boy and not spit that out, right?"

Chip shakes, eyes widening at the first sign of anger from the larger man. In his fear he can't taste the food at all, only nodding worriedly. The hand doesn't let go until he swallows, earning a firm pat, "Good boy."

Each bite is fed to him directly, occasionally given some of the tea or water. About halfway through Chip had mentally wandered away. There's really nothing in this room to tell him where he is. The windows are on the same wall as the bed and offer no clues. He's alone, his friends suspect nothing and he doesn't know exactly what this man wants. Unfortunately with how touchy he is...he can only guess. Closing his eyes, a single tear rolls down his face.

"Aw, don't cry kitty. I'll take good care of you I promise. You'll never be happier." The man coos, wiping away his tear as if comforting him instead of being the reason he's crying. Chip jerks away and refuses the next bite, "Please, please let me go. I-I don't have anything."

"Oh, that's not true. You're so pretty I just had to have you." The man breathes, taking hold of his face and making him eat the last bite. Again his mouth is covered. Chip swallows it with a small sound, getting gently pet, "Such a good boy~ Finish your tea and I'll see about getting you cleaned up."

Chip pulls away, shaking his head against his hand. Held against the wall he's forced to drink it and then again released. Coughing, he shivers and glares at him, "Y...you know my.. name... what sh-ould I call you?"

He did not like how his captor lights up at his question, leaning closer and grinning widely, "I was wondering when you'd ask," He cups his face, "You call call me Brooks."

Chip swallows nervously as he can tell it's not a real name. Brooks leans closer and peers into an eye, "Ah, not much longer now."

"Huh? Wha-" The question dies on his tongue as his vision swims, "N-o, no! please no!"

"Too late kitty. Don't worry it's just enough to keep you pliant and agreeable. You're just a little too feisty to allow you to be unsedated. Don't worry," He leans closer, lips brushing against his, "I want you all here when we have fun together."

The smaller man pulls away and struggles against his restraints with a trembling whimper. His limbs feel too heavy to move on his own. Brooks reaches up and undoes the restraints, getting swiped at immediately which has him chuckle since he clearly expected it as he catches Chip's wrist, "You still have the wherewithal to claw at me. Need to trim these so you can't hurt me too much."

Chip whines and weakly tugs his caught wrist, "L-et go..."

His plea is ignored as the collar is unlocked, "Let's get you cleaned up now."

Brooks pulls him off the bed and loops an arm around the sluggish frame. Despite no longer being restrained, Chip is still entirely trapped. Each step didn't feel his own as he is guided to the bathroom, being placed on the closed toilet lid. He gives a slurred hiss when Brooks begins to pull his shirt off, "N'aw you really are a kitty~"

Another hiss is all the drugged man can give as he is easily striped. Brooks' hands roam over the smooth pale skin, "You are covered in stars~ How cute."

"Sss'op, 'l-lease." The plea is so weak and barely coherent, once again entirely ignored. Brooks holds onto him as he turns on the water, "I won't let you drown, you seem pretty sensitive to the drugs I used."

Another hiss. Another chuckle. Chip watches in dread as the other strips down, squirming and whimpering in fear. Heavy hands claw at the sink, adrenaline flooding his system and overriding the sedatives just enough for him to stand. Hands wrap around his chest, holding him up just as his legs give out, "Whoa! Careful there kitten, you'll get yourself hurt."

Chip growls and bites at the offending arms, his teeth connecting but lacking the power to do any actual damage. It still gets the other to yelp in surprise, the bitten arm jerks back and pins his head against the broad chest. Brooks holds him in place, clearly getting his patience tested, "Don't make me have to muzzle you, Chip."

His tone dropped the softness. A terrified sound bubbles up from his captive, "Then stop fighting."

The smaller man shakily pants behind his arm, tears threatening to fall. He is limply carried into the tub, closing his eyes and shuddering at being held against Brooks' body as he settles them both into the water. Chip is desperately trying to ignore the excitement his closeness is causing the other. He gives a weak whimper as his heavy head is rested against Brooks' left shoulder, completely unable to see anything but feel everything.

Hands roam Chip's body, heated praises and comments have him squeezing his eyes shut. Not an inch of him is hidden from his keeper. Bearded lips brush against his neck, causing him to jolt and flush pink. Brooks teases that he's growing red, "Embarrassed there little kitten? Mmm~ You feel so good, you'll feel even better soon."

Humming to himself, the larger man soaps up his object of affection. He makes sure not to miss a single spot and enjoys his kitten's sounds while he palms between his legs. Teeth ghost against that hammering pulse, he wants him so badly. Chip makes such good sounds. Sure he's a bit resistant but it takes time to get the trust of a feral little thing. He wonders how he'll sing- Chip gasps and squirms against him, eyes wide and scared. His hands had settled between his legs again and feeling lower which set his pet off. Pulling the plug, Brooks takes hold of the detachable shower head to clean the rest of him properly. Wetting those pretty reddish brown curls, he uses the sweeter scented shampoo. There's no resistance as he keeps washing that star kissed body, "You're so soft~"

Pale fingers twitch and remind Brooks not to linger for too long. The drugs he used don't stay in the system as long as what he used to catch his spicy kitten do. Once they're both clean he remains in the tub, feeling the freshly washed skin and tease that cute cock. Chip kicks out and grabs hold of his arm, stiltedly shaking his head and whining.

His grip is nonexistent and limbs barely listening to his desperate demands. Just as soon as the touch started, it stops and he is wrapped in a towel. Bundled up, Chip is left in the tub to watch as Brooks opens the mirror and gets nail clippers and a file, "Let's trim those claws while you're still sedated."

Wide eyes stare as he draws limp hands against himself, "Pl-ease no. I I I-I won't do it a-again-please no!"

He wails in terror as his efforts to protect his hands are useless, Brooks seems quite set on his task. Making the conscious decision to not fight and risk injury, Chip watches as more methods of defending himself are snipped away and rounded to be far less damaging. Each sound of the clippers feel like the stab of a knife. By the second hand, the captive wasn't present in this house of horrors. His head limply rests on a shoulder as he stares into the middle distance. Regret for every action that led him to this point. A sniffle brings warm hands to his face, adding another regret as he's dragged back to the present. Syrupy sweet praise comes from Brooks, petting his now cold wet hair, "Good boy! Let's get you dried."

Brooks dries himself off first, leaving the immobilized man to shiver from the cold. The second towel is wrapped around his face as he is then pulled up out of the tub. Shivering legs barely keep him up, "I guess I'll have to carry you."

The return to the bedroom does not bring solace to the trapped cat. He's laid down and left staring at the ceiling as Brooks thoroughly dries him. A gasping cry has him squirming when hot breath ghosts against his inner thighs. He dreads being put back in that collar but strangely enough there's no move from the other to do so. Instead he gets up muttering to himself about misplacing something. Chip tests his body, it's not stable enough to move. Please, please! I'm not tied down! Please move! Please! His will is not enough to get his limbs to react much more than him rolling onto a side. If he could stand he could possibly get out! What...what if he's on a second floor? There's no way he could handle stairs while walking through glue.

It doesn't matter as Brooks returns with a bag, "Oh it's starting to wear off some. Good good! I'll be able to get you all ready before then."

All his progress is undone as he's pulled up more onto the bed, helpless as each wrist is restrained to opposite corners of the bed in those soft cuffs. Chip's heart hammers in fear, pulling weakly and twisting. His mind reels in panic, what is going to happen?! The bag remains off to the side and unopened as a hand palms between his legs, "I shouldn't yet, but I'm just so curious~"

A leg is pinned against his chest, eliciting a surprised comment about his flexibility, while the other hand spreads his cheeks apart. Chip breaks down into choked whimpers, tensing as fingers tease his entrance. Ice clots his veins, he can't deny it anymore. He's going to be raped by this crazy man. Just to think that that is his reality has something in him break, breathing quickly devolving in chest wracking gasps. His throat constricts and words are completely blocked, only high pitched broken sobs manage to get free.

"Hey, hey, no tears. This will be fun, it'll feel good~ I'll go slow." Brooks' soothing voice does little to actually calm the other. For a moment he just combs his fingers through his hair, shushing him and promising he'll enjoy it. He lays his leg down and climbs on top of the trembling form. Chip shakes his head to dislodge his touch, barely able to choke out he's scared. That seems to reach Brooks, who sits back with a pensive expression, "It is our first time- of course you're scared!" His tone suggests that it just clicked for him, "You'll feel so much better once we actually start, I'll take good care of you."

The larger man then smiles and leans in close, hot breath tickling his ear, "I'll get you nice and stretched for me, I don't want to hurt you, so you'll behave for me right, Chippy?"

Revulsion has the poor thing gag at the pet name, already tainting something held so dear. Hands cup his face, forcing him to remain present as fingers scratch his scalp lightly. Tiny sounds break free despite Chip's best efforts, subconsciously leaning into the touch. His reactions are intoxicating to the other, petting and lightly scratching along his jaw until his pale throat is exposed. Unfortunately, his mistake is realized far too late as lips press against such a weak spot. Hands pull at cuffs, hips bucking in a useless attempt to throw the other off. His head is held in place with fingers tangled in his hair.

"Pl-l-lease don't hurt me." The plea is barely a whisper, ending in a gasp when Brooks latches on with a possessive sound. Is he going to rip his throat out?! Panic paralyzes Chip as a warm muscle presses against skin. His captor sucks at his neck, worrying the flesh until a ragged wail is ripped from the pinned man. Brooks pulls back and admires what he did, "You mark up so pretty~ Mmm, red compliments your skin so nicely."

Chip pants and squirms, yelping when fingers tangle into his hair and keep that delicate throat exposed. There's a soft coo while fingertips circle the mark left behind before that same mouth ravishes his neck. Brooks doesn't stop until both sides of his neck and a few spots on his collar bone are covered in vivid bruises. His kitty is panting, eyes rolled back and lips more bitten from fruitlessly keeping his voice down. He looks stunning and he just started. A thumb runs over those soft lips, "Will you behave kitty~?"

A warbling sound comes from the parted lips before Chip snaps at his hand, "D-don't you dare!"

Brooks tilts his head and watches those bared teeth, "Still a little too feral I see."

He sits up and reaches into the bag. Chip closes his mouth and tries to hide away from him. A sound of excitement has a shudder race down his spine. Daring to peek, a hand grabs his face and forces him to look his way, "I suggest you not fight this, might be rubber coated but could still hurt your teeth."

A stone drops straight through Chip's chest at the sight of a spider gag. He yanks wildly at his restraints, squirming in fear but thoroughly pinned under both the lingering drugs and much heavier body. Brooks shushes him gently, laughing at his fear while pressing a thumb and pointer finger all the way behind his last molars. The poor thing wails, twisting and hissing as his jaw is slowly forced open. The bit is slipped into place, Brooks taking one side to twist it properly behind his front teeth. He pulls it tightly behind Chip's head and fastens it carefully to ensure those cute curls aren't caught, "Look at that, you have whiskers now!"

Being so vulnerable has Chip hyperventilating, quaking and crying silently. Warm hands cup his face, "No need for tears~ You're safe with me, I just want to make sure you don't bite me again."

He tries to shake his head free but is unable to escape the shockingly gentle touch. Two fingers draw across a reddened bottom lip, sliding past the gag and pressing down on his tongue, "Such a pretty mouth, Mmm~aybe. Maybe....but, in time. Once this spiciness is worked out."

Chip gives a weak hitched sob, not soothed at all with anything Brooks says. Eyes snap open wide as lips press to his, a shocked yelp swallowed by the other's mouth. Held in place by firm hands, the trapped man can't escape the invasive tongue. The sensation has him buck and squirm with aversion, he dislikes kissing on a good day. But, this? Brooks' mouth is hot, oppressive. It's choking and overwhelming, he can't shake free. His tongue wet and unrelenting, mapping out his mouth greedily. Every whine and breath is swallowed and stolen by the man who is getting more and more heated. A free hand wanders over Chip's side, rubbing and searching for places that'll trick sound from parted lips.

The kiss is broken with a hot gasp, Brooks swiftly catching his pulse in between his teeth once more. It earns a breathless cry, only riling the unstable man up more. Lips travel slowly, breathing praises over sensitive skin. Mewls of excitement bubble up any time he finds a spot that drags another whine or shiver from the rapidly overstimulated body. Nails scratch over pale skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. Marveling words at the reactive welts leaves Chip twisting in his grasp, growling as best he can with the gag.

"Alright ~ Time for something more." He grabs his bag and gets off the bed. Soft clinking have Chip scrambling to push himself into a more seated position, afraid he's going to try tying his ankles to the bed. He snaps his legs together and curls up on himself with great effort, watching with rising bile at each item placed out. Rope, lots of rope, a blindfold, cuffs, collar, toys he doesn't recognize and lube. A shuddering breath wracks his chest as all the color drains from his face. Without thinking, barely intelligible pleas drip out, "P'uea noh. P'uea! 'oo'ku pw'ea noh!"

His green gaze is ripped away from the promised torment to focus on disturbingly soft eyes, Brooks wiping away his terrified tears. Soothing words wreath his ears, "I know it looks scary, but it'll make it much easier. Relax~ I'll make you feel so good."

He presses his forehead to Chip's, as if they were long time lovers which only makes the smaller man whimper pitifully. The moment of reprieve is cut as the world goes black, a confused and scared sound shushed with a kiss, "Since seeing is making you so tense, a little time out can't hurt "

The strap of the blindfold is secured and buckled to the gag so it can't be worked off. A comment of how pretty he looks just has tears fall and limbs quake. Brooks shifts and he can hear something move from the nightstand. Hands rub his legs, starting at the calves and working leisurely to his thighs. They ask his legs to part with a gentle nudge, but Chip squeezes his knees tighter together. Digits tap thoughtfully on pale skin before moving to his ankles and yanking his lower legs apart. Unable to stop the larger frame from nestling between them, Chip pulls at his binds and whines.

"You really play hard to get. I don't want to have to leave too many bruises on your skin." The voice breathes, far closer than Chip would like. He'd liketo wake up from this nightmare, but the feeling of rope wrapping around his left ankle and forced between his thighs has him know this is a waking nightmare. An attempt to kick out is swiftly curtailed as his knee is bent fully and tied. Pleased humming grates at Chip's mind, he wants it to stop! Make it stop! Let me go! Please!

Something curved and cold touches the outer side of his left leg which has him jump and shiver. Rope glides over his stomach and his right leg is pinned against a sweaty chest. Soon both limbs are tied, leaving Chip exposed even with his knees together. Fingers graze along soft thighs, squeezing his ass and making him yelp. Brooks pulls back and moves to the bed's edge, "You must be getting a bit dried out."

The mattress sinks to the left as his captor takes hold of his face. A timid warble comes as Chip pulls away, only to be pushed onto his back. Liquid pours into his open mouth, "It's just water, no worries."

It takes an effort to figure out how to swallow in the state he's in but it...barely beats drowning. He recoils when kissed again, brows knitting together. The clink of the bottle sounds and something scrapes at the tabletop, goosebumps creep across Chip's shoulders as he can't place what it could be.

"Alright, let's just get this..." That cold object is tugged at before Brooks shoves a hand under the smaller form. Rope runs along his lower back, pulling his leg up and away from the other, "..to here.."

The right leg is cinched as well and despite Chip struggling against the pull, he is entirely laid bare for his rapist. His hips ache from the fight against the ropes, muscles already failing him. Trussed up like a prize and barely getting any air into his tight chest, Chip dreads what is coming next. Warm breath against his groin has a broken cry break free while firm hands grasp onto the tender skin.

"Aw, so cute~"

Wet and warm is what he feels next, legs straining against the binds. Brooks mumbles something into the soft bush that is entirely forgotten as his cock is swallowed. Unintelligible cries drip with the drool from Chip's mouth, this isn't happening! This isn't happening! Wake up! Wake up please! Please-!?!

Something slick and wet rubs against his hole, circling slowly and teasing the puckered skin. Chip arches off the bed and twists in vain to escape the finger working it's way inside. No! Please no! A shuddering breath shakes his body. He just wanted to be out with friends! Why? Why! W-

"Hhhaa!" Shame burns through his veins at the tiny moan. Both men froze, Chip quaking. He can feel Brooks' smile around his soft length, for once thankful for the blindfold as he'd rather die than see the face he's making. He didn't mean to have a lapse in focus. Now he has to fight to keep quiet, to not encourage this. Maybe if he doesn't give him anything he'll stop. The finger inside is joined by another, Chip would bite his lip if he could to stifle the uncomfortable sound. Stop touching me. His jaw is stiff and sore from being open like this-What was that?

He forgot about Brooks' other hand, which was fanned out against where his inner thigh meets his groin, now the thumb is rubbing circles just under his sack. Ensnared legs strain against his bonds, toes gripping the sheets. No! Nonono! Heat pools in his stomach, something he rebels against more so than anything before. Chip does not want to feel good under this unrelenting man.

His reaction leads to more excited rubbing, coaxing him into getting hard in Brooks' mouth. Betrayed by his own body and no end in sight, Chip squeezes his eyes shut and doggedly tries to block out the...everything. Occasionally frustration would get the best of him, leading him to twisting his head to attempt loosening the straps on his head. After three tries, Chip decides there's nothing he wants to see.

Any time he gets close to falling into himself, Brooks toys with an erogenous spot that has has him thrashing to shake him off. It amuses the other that he still has so much fight left in him, how he must be getting tired. Chip doesn't respond to him which has fingers retreat. The relief is short lived as something smooth and wet replaces the digits. A whimper drools out, morphing into a breathless moan as it's pushed inside. It's cold! Big! And sinking deeper and deeper into his guts. No! Trying to squeeze his legs together does not stop the toy being fully nestled inside. Nonono! Take it out!

Panting shakily, Chip can not even begin to guess what is violating him. His slurred begging to take it out only has Brooks turn it on. The deep vibrations have the bound body tense and cry out. It's thrusted slowly in and out, "This'll loosen you up nicely~"

Brooks climbs closer and again catches his kitten's mouth. He can't help it, Chip's body is responding so well to his touch. His tongue presses against the other, wanting a dance before he just lightly sucks on his bottom lip. Pulling back to watch his prize unravel, Brooks drinks him the sight before him. A shine of sweat glistens across the smooth chest. That beautiful pink haze from shoulders to ears is driving him crazy. Unable to resist, Brooks adds another deep red bruise to his neck. He wants to take, to claim, but if he does so unprepared he'll only hurt him. That wouldn't do. Chip looks so good blind and gagged, minus those pesky tear streaks. This'll feel good. Perhaps he'll change the gag next, give that pretty mouth a break.

He reaches for the silicone bit gag and the last of what's on the nightstand. Turning up the vibrator to watch Chip arch off the bed has Brooks moan into his ear, lightly biting as hands swiftly remove the spider gag. Chip swallows and gasps, pleading for it to stop. To let him go. Let him go? It just started! Ragged words are cut off mid sentence when Brooks grinds the toy up, a shocked, choked moan bursts from his lover's lips. The bit is shoved in and secured with the same gentleness, "You sing beautifully. This'll give your jaw a break."

Chip groans around the bit and shudders. The combination of vibrations, tongue and fingers working at every weak spot has him losing his composure. His legs pull helplessly at the rope, barely moving from the fully exposed positions they're forced in. With each grinding thrust his protesting sounds melt into heated whimpers. His mind screams not to fold, but it's overwhelming and unrelenting. He's drowning and can't swim, can't breathe. Can't think. Only feel.

"Oh, listen to you~" Brooks presses his body against his quaking form, "Finally feeling good~?"

Brooks doesn't wait for an answer, it's not like he can give one, before hands are touching Chip's neck again. A strip of soft leather encircles his throat, jiggling as it's fastened onto him. It's snug but doesn't cut off air, just another thing he has to feel. His captor is silent while continuing to twist and tease the toy inside until he howls and bucks into the stimulation.

"You wanna cum~? You're straining so hard against your ropes." The voice breathes into a reddened ear, drawing the wet muscle over the shell of his ear. Chip can only manage a broken whimper while biting on the bit hard. The larger body moves away and shifts, the toy turns off which makes the bound man shiver.

"You can cum-" The toy is removed. A pop is heard...a bottle? "-I just want to feel it."

In his overstimulated state, Chip tilts his head at the confusing words, until he stiffens at something blunt and warm against his slick hole. He weakly pulls on his cuffs, a high pitched wail bursting free as Brooks pushes him into the bed and slides inside. Time stops. Lust, panic, need and fear have Chip's body completely paralyzed as Brooks huffs against his neck and thrusts deeper. no... There's heated words but he doesn't hear them, all he can focus on is the stretch of his cock sinking deeper inside than the toy. Take it out... His breathing is short and shallow, echoing in his throat and mixing with the ecstatic moans of his rapist. Fingers comb through his hair, "Fu~ck, worth the wait~"

Sound fades into a high pitched whine as all Chip can feel is the thick, twitching intrusion settling into his very being. Take it out... Nothing else is felt, not Brooks' thighs keeping him flush to his body nor a hand brushing damp hair off his face. Take it out. It starts at his hands, fingers trembling against the rope, moving down to his shoulders. A subtle jingle rattles out as the trembling takes over the bound man. In the ear splitting silence one tiny sound of utter disbelief floats from slack lips. Take it out! Warmth presses against the side of his face, “Relax Chip, you’re too tight.”

Take it out!

The dam breaks and Chip screams.

He jerks away and thrashes under Brooks, sobbing. Ropes cut into his skin with each kick and twist. A hand clamps over his mouth, pinning his head to the pillows, "Ssssh, sssh. It might hurt, but it'll pass. I'm sorry if I'm too big for you, if you relax it won’t hurt so much. Here, let me make you feel good~"

Choked wails stay locked behind both gags. Chip can feel his other hand moving, making him pull again at the bindings. He's starting to lose feeling in his hands. Brooks rubs his inner hips, teasing those traitorous spots. Heavy panting morphs into whines as he's encouraged to relax, lulled by the smooth voice, "This’ll help… there you go~ Such a good boy. Breathe in, there. Yes like that. Out~ Good~ doesn’t that feel better? Mmm~ you feel so good~"

Brooks presses inside as deep as he'll go, making him quiver and bite at the offending palm. Chip flinches when the hands move and pull at his blindfold, sight suddenly returning but completely unwanted. Wide glassy eyes stare at the flushed face before flicking down between them. That was a mistake as his stomach knots up at the reality. Out! Stop! Please! Color drains from his face as the choking whimpers return, he shakes his head in disbelief, giving pleading looks at the other. Brooks pets his face with such sickeningly sweet cooing, "You look so pretty, don't cry. It's only gotten started."

"Wa'no! Tak' it ou'!" Chip begs and bites the gag, brows knitting together. Brooks leans in and kisses him while slowly pulling out of that deliciously tight heat. He adds more lube and lifts those grabbable hips off the bed. Groaning as he sinks back inside has him catching those gagged lips. The little sounds that makes it past the gag are greedily taken since his little treat isn't returning the affection. He breaks the kiss with a smirk, "I'm sure your stubborn tune will change after you cum."

Chip finds his eyes unable to tear away from his rape, insides squirming strangely every time hips meet his. Not like this! It doesn't feel like him that's being violated, just someone who looks like him. Please no. He could hear shaky gasps and ragged breathing close to his ear, fanning through his hair, but it wasn't his body. A hot tongue drags over the skin of his neck, breaking his line of sight which floats to the ceiling. Rhythmic movement pulls at his wrists while he feels completely surrounded in twisted warmth.

Unfortunately, he comes crashing back into the body when an overwhelming pleasure has his back arch and those gasps morph into a wailing moan. He hears an excited sound and the motion is repeated. Another electric wave jolts up his spine and steals a moaning cry from his lips. Brooks grins, "Oh, I think I found it~"

Chip shivers and whines pathetically, sucking in a sharp breath as a hand wraps around his untouched length. Heat and shame burns through his chest. His efforts to ignore the touch are ineffective as his body reacts just how Brooks wants it to. Every thrust teases that spot and with the timed strokes, he is soon hard. The stimulation starts to melt his mind, eyes rolling back as his breathing gets heavier. He doesn't want this. He d... doesn't...fuck...

"That's it kitten, look at you getting close." The words brush against his ear like velvet. Teeth teasing at the sensitive lobe until another heated whimper is teased from the bound form, "Fuck~ Listen to your song~ I can tell you want to cum, don't you?"

Wanting to desperately cling onto any scrap of dignity left, Chip denies the question. Lips trail along his jaw before pulling away, "Love, you keep acting like you don't want this, but those cute moans of yours say otherwise. Your body is screaming yes, why deny yourself?" He leans in, whispering, "It's just us."

Through the dizzying haze there's a familiar pop and something nudges against the base of his hardened length. Brooks' other hand wraps around the back of his neck and makes Chip look down between them. Clarity comes like ice water. He has the toy pressed against his groin and as soon as the smaller man makes a warbling sound it's turned on. The vibrations have him crying out. Twisting his hips to get away only has the violating cock sink harder against the spots that leaves stars dancing behind his eyes. Please... please... "pl~as'e! Lle'ase!"

Chip doesn't know what he's begging for as everything begins to slush his gummed up gears. Drool drips down his chin with every heated breath, eyes half closed. He is overwhelmingly hot, his belly in knots that only grow tighter with each rocking thrust. It's so much, it's too much! Brooks tilts his head to the side and draws his tongue over the crook of his neck and bites down lightly. Something breaks.

Everything breaks.

Breath catches in Chip's throat and he screams, arching into the other body. Reality fades to white noise as his system floods with deep pleasure. Warmth paints his stomach and the touch remaining sends red hot sparks up his nerves. In his dazed state he misses the teasing words about how needy he looks. What he doesn't miss is Brooks wrapping his arms around his hips, slamming harder into him. With how sensitive he still is, Chip can only moan and cry out incoherently. He can't breathe, every breath thrusted out of him until he's reduced to tiny whimpers. Bearded lips ghost against his throat, moving with each humid breath until resting against his temple, "Oh, Chip~ You make the best sounds. Fuck~ I'm going to keep you."

Chip blinks, head still swimming from what was done to him before the haze begins to sit heavy. It is hard to focus, everything feels fuzzy. Scrunching up his nose, the gag reminds him exactly what situation he's currently in. The allure of euphoric bliss threatening to ensnare him turns into skin crawling ice as it clicks what was just said. He shakes his head, "No! Nno!"

"No? You wouldn't have cum like that if you didn't like it. You should really stop lying to yourself~" The man purrs, giving a gentle but mocking pat on a tear streaked cheek. Fresh tears are wiped away, face cupped and kissed again. Chip squeezes his eyes shut and twists his head away with a watery hiss. Brooks gives a small look of annoyance, getting tired of his kitten's continued obstinance. He's been so gentle and patient, perhaps he should show what the other side feels like. He grabs hold of the collar and pulls him closer, "Perhaps I am being too gentle."

He watches terror overtake those pretty green eyes. A little head shake as muffled pleas brokenly slip past the gag have him just smile. Brooks coos mockingly at his kitten, pinning him down by the collar as he shifts position. A repeated 'no' is all he can hear as he pulls out and slams back inside, cutting off the word with a breathless scream. Not dissuaded, the larger man ruts into the quivering body, growling and gripping his hip hard enough to leave bruises, "You keep acting like you don't want this, but those cute noises of yours say otherwise. Didn't think you were so dirty."

Chip sobs and chokes on the collar, begging for him to stop as he is torn apart. Shaking hands grip hard on the rope to hold onto something, anything. His neck is released and both knees pushed even harder against his chest, allowing him be violated deeper. Teeth latch onto his shoulder, biting harshly and earning a howling scream. He can't breathe! He's going to kill him! Eyes roll back as black spots dance across his vision, "B'ooks! P-ease! I-I'm s-o'ry!"

His words are ignored, a hand covering his mouth to silence him more. Chip stares at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face. He messed up, should he have played along? His core hurts. He'll take the gentle, please! Please, it hurts! Make it stop. Take it out! All that is heard are the sounds of grunting mixed with muffled whimpers and the slap of skin. There's no words, kind or threatening, just aggressive panting. The bed creaks with how rough and deep his captor is railing him.

Another weak apology slips through the gap in Brooks' fingers, nothing more than a tear soaked groan of his name. Brooks stops, pressing Chip into the bed with all his weight. He's flush to the root and rests both arms on either side of the sweat damp head. The larger man doesn't move, staring at him with an unreadable expression while playing with a few loose locks. Discomfort begins to force Chip to squirm and close his eyes tightly. That action has Brooks growl and snatch the back of his head by his hair, breathing into his ear, "You're sorry, hmm~? Do you not like it rough? Going to be good for me, Chip?"

He unclips the gag and looks expectantly at the trembling man. Chip sniffles and swallows, gasping quickly, "I I'll be good, pl-lease...." He hiccups and whines, "...i-it hurts!"

Brooks pets his hair, tossing the discarded gag and blindfold towards the nightstand. Chip averts his gaze, flinching at a soft tsk. He forces himself to look up, meeting those soft eyes once more. The change has clammy chills run down his spine. A warm hand rests against his cheek, brushing away his tears again, "I just needed you to understand that I'm not trying to hurt you. I can hurt you, but I don't want to~"

"I I..." Chip whimpers and bites his lip, shame and despair ripping into him. Brooks nuzzles against his temple and kisses him while slowly thrusting into those battered insides. An injured sound is swallowed by an invading tongue, poor thing again reacting with displeasure and pulling away. A low warning grunt ceases his resistance, but Chip doesn't kiss back. Brooks breaks the kiss with a sigh, drawing his tongue across his lip as he glances above him, "Perhaps you're hurting."

A tiny warble stays in Chip's throat, is he...is he going to stop? He can't look away as Brooks lifts himself up and unclips each limb, both falling limply onto the sheets. Suddenly having the blood rush along his limbs has the bound man hissing. For a moment, one blissful moment, it feels like Brooks is going to pull out. It's quickly snuffed out when hips meet his ass again. Chip chokes on a whimpering gasp, closing his eyes and biting his lip. He's not going to stop. Hips rock deep and shallow while a firm hand rubs along the thinner arm. Fingers interlace together, Chip's hand remaining still. He's afraid that if he reacts it'll feed the delusion that he want this. Brooks orders him to squeeze back if he can, that he wants to make sure he hadn't hurt himself. His voice has an edge to the alluring softness that says to obey and not lie. With a soft groan, he returns the squeeze and feels stronger fingers touch along the back of his hand. The same is done with the other arm, a pleased hum sounding when Chip squeezes without prompting. Brooks doesn't release the cuff in hand, a snap of a bolt makes Chip flinch. After getting called a tease, his wrist is dragged closer to the other and the cuffs are clipped together, "There, that'll give them a rest."

Chip can't quite move his arms yet, his shoulders are too strained, so even released he can't do anything. Brooks rubs those rough hands over his chest and hooks them under his back, breathing a 'now where were we?' into a pink tinted ear. The creaking returns but it's almost drowned out by the hot groans. Green eyes stare through the ceiling above, slowly glazing over. He can't escape, can't look away or make it stop. He can only endure and survive. Rhythmic thrusts are barely registered as he runs away from it. His body will react, but he is somewhere else. Home maybe? Should he try to hide in memories? They'll be tainted.

No...he doesn't want to think.

_-_

He stayed lost for a time, barely aware of his body being grabbed or moved. It's just a puppet with the strings cut. At some point the arms are moved, clinging to the sticky warmth they rest around. Occasionally, something nearly brings Chip back; a light bite that sends a pulse of pleasure down the spine or lips getting dangerously close to the face. When the touch fades he sinks deeper into the depths.

Soon, however, his distance is noticed.

Hands wrapping around his head pull him from the haze, lips crashing against his brings him back fully. In the delayed stupor, Brooks forces his tongue into his mouth. Violated and still not sure what is going on, Chip recoils and twists his head away. Fingers lace into his hair and hold him in place, "Fuck, that's it. Yes, tighten up like that again."

Those words wash away the confusion, Chip is now blisteringly aware of himself. New aches litter his collarbones and hips. Brooks' thrusts are shaky, his breathing humid against sweat slick skin. Could he be close? Could this be over soon? Brooks groans in pleasure, his hips rolling with each thrust as he mutters sickly sweet praise against his temple. How Chip feels so good, how he must be meant just for him. How he'll never let him go. Those words have filed nails claw at a tanned back, but unable to strike out because of the position. Brooks is not being rough, quite the opposite, his rhythm is deep yet smooth. It could be easy to forget this isn't consensual, just the caress of two lovers coming together. The ache everywhere, especially inside, doesn't allow the fantasy to stick.

"I'm so close~ Chip, say my name. Beg for me to cum." The demand is followed by a tongue dragging against a flushed ear. The whimper it drags from the pinned man only has the command repeated with a low growl. Chip's jaw tenses and quivers, even his dried lips not wanting to part. Should he? Well... playing along could make it end. His heart thuds in his chest, a silent desperate prayer that this'll be over quickly loosens his tongue enough.

"B....brooks...pl-please..." Red hot shame paints his freckled cheeks as how hoarse and breathless he sounds, "...please..."

"Please what?" Brooks groans into his hair. His thrusts get more feral, breathing ragged through gritted teeth, "Please, what?"

Chip gives a whimper at the harsh snap, a tear slipping free of tightly closed eyes. Terrified to not answer, he wails, "Please cum! Brooks p-please.... please cum!"

Brooks growls and sits up, quickly removing Chip's bound arms from around his neck. He grabs both legs and pulls those pale hips into each slam. Eyes roll back at the deep unrelenting penetration, hitched whines jumping an octave. Chip begs for it to end, repeating what he wanted to hear. Trembling fingers grip onto the sheets like a lifeline. Just as Brooks' breathing changes... it dawns on him. Wait! No! Pull out! No! "Brooks! W-wait!"

His voice is drowned out with a guttural moan from the looming form, hips stuttering briefly before pressing in flush. Warmth settles inside. He came. He came inside. Chip feels the pulses of his cock still buried so deep. He can't look away, blinking in hazy disbelief. He... He...

The high pitched whine drones in Chip's ears while arms wrap him into a hug. He doesn't have the strength to keep fighting, but it's over...right? ...Right?

"Let's take a break. That was pretty intense for a first time, hm?" Brooks' voices wavers with a breathy laugh. He entangles himself and admires where they become one, "You took me so well~ Fuck I don't want to pull out."

That makes Chip give a watery whine, "Pl...please pull out..."

"Oh? I guess you would be a bit sore. Relax and I'll take care of you." A hand pets those damp locks while the other savors being inside a little longer. Chip shivers when he finally pulls out, heat crawling up his spine at Brooks' comments that nothing is leaking out. The rope keeping his legs open is released and soon one leg is free. It's sore and half numb, "Hold still and I'll rub some of the numbness away."

Too tired to fight, Chip watches warily as his limbs are stretched and worked. The touch is twistedly kind, Brooks taking time to use the the damp towel to clean away the sweat and tears. Lips press against the corners of his eyes, whispering for him that tears are unbecoming of such a pretty face. He apologizes for getting frustrated and hurting him, he'll make it up to him. Chip bites his tongue and keeps thoughts to himself, afraid to snap. Just....wait... He sniffles and nods to placate him, 'earning' a kiss.

Brooks gets up and walks over to a dresser, giving Chip a few blissful moments of being untouched. It takes a bit to sit up with his hands bound and examine himself. He gingerly touches his legs, treating them as if they're made of glass. The rope marks left behind are quite visible, they'll probably bruise from how hard he was trying to kick. A shaky breath slips free, he's been drugged, kidnapped and raped. He has to swallow repeatedly, shuddering at how everything just went so wrong. Chewing on his lip, eyes flick up towards the broad back. He's distracted. They then wander to the door, there's no way he could outrun him. He has no idea what the house looks like or where he is... Chip turns towards the window closest to Brooks so he can keep him in line of sight. That is unfortunately...a far worse idea. His thoughts are interrupted by Brooks turning back around with a dark bottle in hand, goosebumps prickle across his skin. More torment? A soft laugh and small hand wave clues in that Chip had let his face broadcast his concern, "This is something nice."

With little to no recourse, green eyes watch as the larger man returns to the bed while curling up on himself. A hand wraps around an ankle and it takes everything to not kick out, instead Chip allows him to stretch out his sore legs. Brooks pours what feels like oil over the sensitive and raw skin, a calming scent fills the room. Warm... It felt strangely nice to feel the strain and pain get rubbed away despite who was doing it. He's too drained to care. Slowly he finds himself sinking back into the sheets, closing his eyes and trying to sort his thoughts.

"There~ I'm sure that feels a whole lot better." His captor sounds quite pleased with himself, rubbing along the lightly bruised hips. Chip just grunts and finds it hard to keep his eyes open. All the rope and toys are haphazardly put into the backpack and tossed out of reach. The sound of the water bottle and movement of the mattress has a single eye open. Brooks settles next to him and pulls him up to be sitting up before encouraging him to drink. He does, the water feeling like a calm in the storm. When it's taken away, he notes that his captor doesn't drink from it, "Just...water..?"

"No need to fret about that." Confirms the concern, spoken with that genuine smile. He swallows. Blankets are pulled up from the edge of the bed and arms wrap around him, "Mmm~ We mix well, you smell so good."

Fingers runs through brown curls, rubbing along his scalp and lulling him into relaxing. Lips press against the back of his neck just below the collar- the collar! He glances up as carefully as he can, it's there. Unlocked and waiting. Maybe...maybe if he...can...can...

His eyes unfocus and limbs begin to get heavier. He didn't think it would hit so quickly! A hum tickles the soft hair on his neck, "Rest, this'll be a long day for us~"

Chip wants to panic, but whatever is in the water is dragging him under. He hides his face in the pillow and silently whimpers. He slips under with what he can only interpret as a threat, "We'll keep going until you're ready to admit how much you love this. And once you do, we'll go some more. You'll never want to leave me~"

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