CW: BBU/pet whump, references to Romantics and future noncon
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DATE OF ACQUISITION: 02.20.XXXX
TIME OF ACQUISITION: 3:02 P.M.
LOCATION ASSIGNED: FACILITY 011, SACRAMENTO, CA, USA
SUBJECT: 690236
PREVIOUS ALIAS: Lorenzo Whitlock
AGE: 21
DATE OF BIRTH: 05.11.XXXX
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5′11″
WEIGHT: 170 lbs
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
DESIGNATION: Romantic
KNOWN SKILLS: Subject has partial college education. Subject referred to a reasonable history of prior sexual experiences.
HOBBIES: Subject discussed interest in painting and drawing.
KNOWN CONCERNS: Subject appears to demonstrate signs of clinical depression. Monitor for escalating behavior.
KNOWN IMMEDIATE FAMILY: Edward Whitlock, father. Fiorella Whitlock, mother.
OTHER KNOWN FAILY: Subject mentioned cousins, but due to emotional distress, was unable to give details.
METHOD OF ACQUISITION: Voluntary. Subject had attended WRU information sessions prior to walk-in.
ACQUISITION DETAILS: Subject called in advance and showed up at the acquisition office. Subject was well dressed, but appeared tired. Subject had dried paint on his hands.
ASSIGNED HANDLER: James Hanford, Senior Handler, Romantic Division
CONTRACT SIGNED: 02.20.XXXX
SIGNATURE PROVIDED WITH ASSISTANCE. SUBJECT REPORTED FEELING OF “RELIEF” AFTER SIGNING. SUBJECT REPORTED FEELINGS OF TIREDNESS AND HUNGER COMMON TO NEW ACQUISITIONS. SUBJECT REPORTED FEELINGS OF FEAR COMMON TO NEW ACQUISITIONS.
CONTRACT SIGNATURE: Lorenzo Whitlock
PRESENT AT TIME OF SIGNING: Handler James Hanford, Badge #1007. Attorney Sarah Beth Lodge, WRU Legal Counsel.
ESTIMATED COST FOR TRAINING: $300,000 USD
COMPENSATION PAID BY PROSPECTIVE: $600,000 USD
ADDED FEES: $50,000 MASOCHISM, [REDACTED]
CURRENT LOCATION: Training Room 004, post-contract signing
REQUESTED TRAINING: ALL Positions 1-35, Flexibility, Sensitivity, Endurance, [REDACTED]
COMMENTS: He’s pretty. Very pretty. He has this quiet elegance, and his eyes make it look like he’s always begging. He’ll make someone very, very happy. - James Hanford
Addendum 02.25.XX - see Incident Report 02.25.XX and new paperwork on 728501, filed by James Hanford.
Amateur fighter Marlow Lancaster and aspiring artist Lorenzo Whitlock have nothing in common, until they both arrive at WRU and become bonded to each other, more than any force could drive them apart.
CWs for the series (check each post for individual): pet whump, BBU, box boy universe, lady whump, whumpees in love
Writings under the cut.
Pre-WRU:
Lorenzo Whitlock:
Bahamas (collab with Sara)
Failure of a Whitlock
Marlow Lancaster:
Home Sweet Hell: 1 // 2
There Were More
The First Killing
Not So Proud
Kyle
You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide // Not Enough
690236 and 728501 (Facility Era):
Guard Dog 501:
728501 Intake
501′s Profiling
Cas and the Lamb: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // Masterlist -- collab with @painful-pooch
Neck Day
Positive Reinforcement
[coming soon!]
Too Late to Beg
Romantics 236 and 501:
690236 Intake
New Training (just 501)
Dilemma
Set Up to Fail (discussion about the whumpees)
Not Today, Satan
Decision (NSFW) // The Rookie
Leo Finch’s Failure: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4
Sunny + Star:
Year One:
Special Delivery // Hunter’s House Rules
Regardless
Good Pet. Bad Pet.
Star Tries to Hurt Sunny // The Pairing Knife // The Ledge
Yours, Sir (NSFW)
Losing the Game
On the Altar (NSFW) // After the Altar
Breathe, Sunny
Flu Season
Christmas Lights // Interlude // Sugar and Spice and Nothing Nice (NSFW)
Christmas Eve
You Are Home // Let Me See
Year Two:
Fetch
Open (NSFW)
She Said She’s Sorry
Not Worthy, But Good Enough for Now
Storage
She Can Take It // Nurse Carson (NSFW)
Disgrace
Light My Fire
Wishes
Falling Star // Pieces of Star // Walking on Hind Legs
Year Three:
Introductions
The Pet Left Alone
Weak
All Alone
Just A Dream (NSFW)
All the Light is Gone
Lost in the Dark
Goodbye For Now
Escape:
Rain
Safehouse, Night One
To Dream
Recovery AU:
Stress Reliever (NSFW) // Once a Romantic, Always a Romantic (NSFW)
Asks:
Sunny disobeys Sir // 501′s Romantic Training (NSFW) // Sunny and Star take a Bath // Sunny and Sir in Bed (NSFW) // Star and the Pillory (NSFW) // Star’s Feelings on Escaping // Ideas on What Would Break the Pets // Hunter’s Secret // Sunny Breaks a Rule (Quietly) (NSFW) // Sunny Stands Up to Sir // Star Stands in the Rain
First glance at 690236, who you’ll see more of later...
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CW: pet whump, general BBU warning, beating, memory erasure, Romantic whumpee, derogatory language, *vaguely* implied noncon only if you read between the lines, noncon kiss (nonsexual), collar, creepy/intimate whumper
479 sits on the floor in Handler Dennison’s room, looking up at him with wide eyes. He’s a handsome man, face only marred by a small forehead scar.
He’s the most handsome man 478 has seen since…
Has he ever seen another person?
Because all 479 has rattling around in his head (gonna make you a brainless whore, honey. Not like you weren’t before) is Handler Dennison, pain, and a name.
My name is Dax Del Mar.
It must be his name, who else could it belong to?
Doesn’t make sense, his owner will name him, for now he is 588479, designation Romantic.
(Yeah, honey, just like that)
479’s mind blanks as Handler Dennison cracks his fist across his face, white hot pain against his nose. Blood drips down his face, a stark scarlet against his white shirt. 479’s hands ball into fists, causing the cuffs keeping them behind his back to dig into his sensitive skin. 479’s chest heaves as he tries to regain his breath, only to have Handler Dennison knock him to the floor, face down, and press his boot between 479’s shoulder blades. 479 grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut.
Handler Dennison’s breath brushes over the back of 479’s neck as he attaches a leash to the shock collar and gives it a sharp tug.
479 wheezes as it constricts his breathing, just for a second, just enough for Handler Dennison to press a kiss to the back of 479’s neck.
Handler Dennison is so good. He could make that hurt, but he doesn’t.
479 is dragged onto his hands and knees by the collar. He has constant bruises on his knees from being forced there while he trains.
(Oh, good, your gag reflex is mostly gone)
Handler Dennison ruffles the pet’s hair. “Don’t worry, honey, you’ll be so much better after this last round on the Drip. All that bad shit in your head’s gonna be gone, I promise.”
479 nods.
He doesn’t want to lose the name.
He wants to listen to Handler Dennison because he’s so nice.
Handler Dennison uses his keycard to open the door to his training room and lead 479 out into the hallway. They make it a few hundred yards when 479 sees another Handler and a pet approaching. 479 keeps his head down, as not to be impudent, but he watches the other pet closely.
“Dennison! Is that your new trainee?” the other man says.
“Yeah. Bit of a handful.”
479’s heart drops. He’s bad. He’s worthless.
He’s meant for this.
Handler Dennison shrugs. “Taking him to get his last dose of the Drip. How about your trainee?”
“Showers. Need to, um, clean him up.”
479 blocks out the men’s conversation as he watches the other pet. He has deep gold skin and curly black hair. Wide, bright royal blue eyes are set in the center of his face, making him look like an angel. “690236, designation Romantic,” the other pet says in a quiet voice.
Something overtakes 479. He grabs the back of the pet’s neck, pulls him close, and whispers, “My name is Dax Del Mar. Please, please remember that, I don’t want to lose it, please.”
Hands are on 479’s collar, dragging him off 236. “Jesus,” Handler Dennison says. “Do I need to fucking muzzle you? Stop acting like an animal.” He turns to the other Handler. “I’ve gotta go get him under control. Good luck with this one and his bonded. I’ve heard she’s a bitch.”
“Oh yeah. Nothing I do seems to work.”
“You’ll figure it out. You always do. Nice seeing you, man.”
“You too. Take care.”
As the pets are dragged away, 479 watches 236 mouth, “Goodbye, Dax Del Mar.”
479 doesn’t see 236 for another three years. 479 forgets his own name.
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CW: pet whump, general BBU warning, creepy/intimate whumper, noncon drugging, muzzle, defiant whumpee, shock collar, bonded whumpees, vaguely (very very vague) implied noncon
Package should have been delivered. 728501 was high as a kite, probably still is. But 690236 should be awake and ready for you. Also--email WRU’s customer service back. Things are heating up over here and I don’t want to get fired.
Hunter Bianchi slides his phone in his pocket, resisting the urge to tell James Hanford that he’ll email customer service when he actually sees his products. When he makes sure they’re alive.
He heads down the spiral staircase. Hunter bought this mansion five years ago. Finally, he has something to do with all the rooms.
He smooths his black hair in the mirror, almost as if he’s expecting a guest, and laughs at himself. Not guests. Not people.
There are two wooden boxes at his front door, plain amidst the iron wrought pots filled with foliage and the decorative glass making up the grand double doors. He wheels them into the foyer, setting them up on the mosaic rose on the floor.
Each box has a clipboard on top of it. WRU doesn’t use standard shipping, they have trucks that deliver the pets with the utmost care. Hunter picks up the first clipboard and flips through it. It’s the order form for 690236, signed by James Hanford. It’s just a reprint of everything Hunter requested.
He knows the other papers won’t say the same.
The top page of 728501’s papers bears a note in red ink about how 501 is dangerous and not fully trained and recommended to be sent to an intense refurbishment center. Would have been a waste. He picked her because she’s hot. It’s better that she fights. Hunter likes to break people apart.
There are red ink notes all over the paperwork, about why specific things failed, about the scars on her body from the Handlers.
Hunter asked for limited scars, not none.
James wrote a few sentences for him at the end of the paper, next to his signature. She’s a fucking handful. There’s a few restraints in the box with her, heavy duty ones. I know you bought your own but USE THE ONES WE GAVE YOU. SHE WILL HURT YOU. 501 is dangerous. You have my phone number if you need help.
“Thanks, man, but you already had your chance. Now I want her,” Hunter murmurs to himself.
He steps up to the first box again, running his hands over the wood. It takes some effort, but he pries the lid off.
690236 looks up at Hunter, slowly blinking with angelic blue eyes at him through long, thick eyelashes as he adjusts to the light. He comes dressed in a white shirt and black shorts. Ungagged, but he keeps his mouth shut and whimpers through his full lips anyways. His curly blond hair catches the beams of light coming in from the large windows in the mansion, illuminating gold. He’s tan and tiny, thin and delicately built. A baby bird in a padded box. His paperwork says he’s twenty-three, he looks twenty. His hands are restrained in front of him with black rope, a thick collar encircles his neck. Inside the box with him is a remote. The trembling boy picks it up with his thin fingers, struggling with the rope encircling his wrists, cups it in his palms, and holds it out to Hunter. “Hello, sir. I am 690236. You may call me whatever you wish. I am your Romantic companion, here to serve you however you may please. This is the remote to my collar, so you may correct me if I fail to please you.” The boy finishes talking and tilts his head to the side. His hair falls with him, not too long, but long enough for Hunter to have a nice handhold.
Hunter grabs the remote and puts it in his pocket. “You’re pretty as shit, darling. I’m sure we won’t need to use this.”
236’s voice is the perfect mix of high-pitched and sweet. “Thank you, sir. You are very benevolent.”
“Climb out of the box for me and get into position two.” Hunter steps back and watches 236 unfold himself from the box, gangly limbs stiff from the journey, and folds himself neatly to his knees, looking up at Hunter.
“How are you feeling?” Hunter asks, knowing Boxies are often hungry, dehydrated, and disoriented after travelling to their owners. He also knows 236 won’t give them an honest answer.
“I am good, sir.” 236 shifts a little bit, looking at the other box.
Hunter chuckles. “We’ll work on the “sir” thing later. You’ll learn a few different names for me. Are you missing your bonded?”
236 pouts his lips slightly. “Y-yes, sir, I need, need to be around her, please. I can’t go this long, I need her.”
“Fine.” Hunter has to grab his crowbar to get the lid of the box open. There’s no padding in this box, the walls are steel. The girl sitting in it is tracing circles on the wall with her bound hands. Her hazel eyes are unfocused; she doesn’t register the lid of the box being taken off initially. Her brown hair, down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, is tangled up by the wire muzzle fastened to her face, cutting into her face. Her arms are bound in front of her in thick leather straps, padlocked on. Her legs are bound at her ankles and above her knees with the same style leather straps. She’s in the same outfit as 236, but her back is bleeding through her shirt. She’s lean, but muscular, left over from her brief training as a Guard Dog. 501 is not delicate, but she’s stunning, pale, high cheekbones and a sharp jaw.
Hunter grins as she finally realizes she’s not alone. 501 scrambles to push herself against the wall of her box, snarling under the muzzle.
Fucking feral.
Fucking gorgeous.
“Can you hear me?” he asks her, not sure if she’s too far gone to understand him.
Slowly, the girl nods, her hands up by her face. Her nails have been ripped to bloody shreds.
“236,” Hunter says sharply, turning to the boy. “Get her out of the box and into position two. There will be consequences if you don’t comply.”
“Yes, sir.” 236 rises to his feet, bending over the box. “501. Please, come out. I know it’s hard. I know, your vision is blurry. I’ll help you, okay? You can hold onto me.”
Hunter watches quietly, like a predator waiting to strike. It’s remarkable, how well they can communicate when one of them can’t talk. Remarkable, that 236 seems to turn 501 docile.
236 keeps 501 steady as she rises to her feet, lurching around. She can’t step over the box with her legs tightly bound together, and 236 isn’t strong enough to pick her up, so she flops over the side and he slides her onto the floor. Both of 236’s hands stay on her back as she gets on her knees.
Hunter peeks inside of her box. There’s a remote, which he pockets, several restraints and gags, and a package of drugs, all labeled neatly.
For later.
For now, Hunter wants to try something. He steps forward, aware of how 501 tenses up as his boots thud against the marble and mosaic floor. His hand, tangling itself in 236’s soft hair, has her snapping at him and 236 pleading with her, trying to stop her.
“The owner is good,” he says in a light voice. “The handlers are bad. The owner is good. Don’t attack him, please, I don’t want to be hurt.”
Hunter tugs 236’s hair, hard enough to make the boy whimper. He doesn’t bring his hands up to defend himself, though. Perfect.
501 growls, pulling away from 236, and launches herself forward, but she’s high off her ass and forgets that she’s fully bound. 501 collapses to the floor on her side, shaking her head blearily.
236’s eyes tear up.
Hunter lets go of the boy’s hair and pulls the remote out of his pocket, the one for 728501. But neither of them have to know that. “See? Look what you’ve done. Now I have to hurt him.”
236 wails. “No, please, sir, I’ll be good for you.”
Hunter did ask for a boy that begged. But he also wanted one who would take his punishments. “Quiet, 236. For that, I’m putting this on high. See how that feels.”
501 wriggles around on the floor, making noises behind the muzzle, trying to get herself together enough to fight.
Hunter smiles. And he pushes the button.
501 screams into the muzzle as her whole body seizes up, back forming a perfect arch as she suffers so beautifully, the shocks overtaking her. The sounds are muffled, but still there.
236 wails like he was shocked too and slides himself to her side, placing his bound hands on her shoulders as she screams and whimpers and writhes around.
Fear in the air is delectable to Hunter, he drinks it up. “Should we go again?”
236’s eyes widen. “Sir, please, show mercy, I can, I can make you feel good, please don’t hurt her.
501, still twitching from shocks, shakes her head.
Hunter pockets the remote. “Fine.” He turns around, going to the closet by the front doors. He was prepared for this. Inside the closet are two gauzy slip dresses, one in baby blue and one in mint green. Blue for 236, green for 501. He throws them down at the pets. “Strip.” Hunter says.
236 holds up his hands.
Hunter rolls his eyes, untying the boy. “Make it quick.”
“Sir, how will I get the dress on 501?” he asks.
“The straps detach. Rip her clothes off and get the dress on. I know you’re brainless but this isn’t that hard.”
236’s cheeks flush with embarrassment, and he gets to work.
Hunter watches 236 move, examining their bodies. 236 has a few scars on his ribs that Hunter can’t remember what they’re from, he’ll have to look it up in his paperwork. They’re both beautiful, even with the scars.
236 moves quickly, talking softly to 501 to get her calmed down.
Gorgeous. Two pets in cute little dresses. Now, they just need names.
“236,” Hunter says. “You will answer to Sunny from now. And 501, your new name is Star. My little pets.”
