So I named the characters because they need names, Whumpee is Nick Wright, Whumper is Billie Carson and the series is called Art is Suffering. This is for @badthingshappenbingo prompt Shock Collar and it takes place near the beginning of Nick's captivity.
Part 1, Part 2, Masterlist
Swamp Mouth
Tw Noncon touching, non-sexual touching and creepy and intimate Whumper
“Go FUCK YOURSELF!!” Nick shouted, thrashing in the binds that kept him on his knees and very nearly tipping himself over. His wrists were tied behind his back and attached to the ropes restraining his ankles, effectively hogtying him.
He hated it. Granted there wasn’t anything about this situation that could be described as being remotely pleasant. Still, he hated not being able to move or shove Billie fucking Carson off of him and run up the stairs of the fucking basement and just fucking leave. He just wanted to go.
Billie had been hurting him, beating him with a fucking cane - where did they even find a cane at the grade to beat people - and leaving red welts across his chest and shoulders. But when they tried to put their hand in his fucking hair to pet him, he had to put a fucking stop to it.
He had wrenched his head out of their grip and started swearing at them in a way that would make his Grandma Ruth proud.
He had hoped to piss Billie off enough to stop doing their mock comfort thing and keep beating him already, but they had just stepped back and gave him an understanding smile.
“I know this is hard for you darling,” They said in that fucking patronizing voice of theirs, “but you are going to lea-”
“Oh you can shut the fuck up already!” Nick interrupted and he enjoyed the brief look of shock that crossed over Billie’s face. “I’m never gonna ‘learn to be your good boy’ so just shut your fucking m-”
Billie cut him off with a quick punch to the face. While he was still reeling back they grabbed hold of his jaw with an iron grip and brought their faces too close.
“Don’t. Lie.” They spoke slowly, with a large pause so Nick would understand what they were saying.
They remained there for a beat and a half to let their message ‘sink in’ before releasing his face and turning to walk over to the cabinet on the wall with the sink.
“And don’t swear,” they toss over their shoulder before unlocking a cabinet and pulling a cardboard box out.
They keep their back to Nick, so he can’t fucking see what they pull out of it, only that they fiddle around with it and hum every so often in concentration.
Eventually, Billie made a final triumphant hmm and turned around to show Nick what they had been working on.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
Billie just smiled, “When are you going to learn, Swamp Mouth, there's nothing you can do to stop me.”
“The fuck I can. I’m never letting you pu-”
Billie kicked him onto his back, knocking the breath out of his lungs and stunning Nick long enough to plant a knee on his forehead and secure the fucking shock collar around his neck.
“Fucking get off be you bastard!” Nicky shouts.
To his surprise Billie actually gets off of him and moves to the other side of the room. But as Nicky was rolling himself onto his side, pain ripped through his body.
He screamed as white hot agony tore through him, and writhed on the floor for what felt like an eternity before the pain stopped as suddenly as it had come.
“Wadda you know, it works!” Billie said cheerfully as Nicky gasped for breath on the ground, twitching with aftershocks.
“A dear friend made this for me a few months ago and I hadn’t gotten to test it yet, but seeing how it works, I think we should try a little exercise in manners. How does that sound Darling?”
“It sounds, like bullshit Bil-” He cut himself off with a scream as Billie must have pressed the button on the remote a-fucking-gain.
When the shock ended Billie was sitting on the concrete next to him and watching his face with glee.
“Do you have any idea how pretty you look when you scream?” Billie asked quietly, almost to themself.
They’ve been saying fucking creepy shit like that for a while now, usually just a “so pretty,” or a random “perfect” with the look of a cat staring at a cornered mouse.
“Fucking perv,” He mutters, not quite under his breath and another shockwave tears through him, shorter this time maybe? He doesn’t fucking know. All he knows is that his muscles burn and his jaw hurts and that he hates this fucking shock collar.
“In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m going to shock you every time you swear. Swearing is an awful habit and I will not have any pet of mine doing it.”
“Pet?” Pet?
“Or Canvas, whichever you prefer.”
Is this fucker for real?
Their voice got all soft and disgusting as they spoke, “Yes Darling, you are going to be my pet.” They reached out to stroke his jaw and Nicky has had enough. He twists his head and bites down hard on their fucking hand.
Billie screams in surprise and jumps back away from Nicky. He tasted hot blood on his tongue and laughed at the expression on Billie’s face as they examine their wound.
His laugh cuts off into a scream as the collar is activated again and agony is poured through his veins.
When it stops, Nicky forces himself to make eye contact with the person who has been making his fucking life a fucking hell and grins. “You don’t fucking own me.”
Billie’s face shifts from annoyance to a pitying, blood dripping from the spot where Nick bit them beneath the thumb.
“I will.”
They pressed the button again and Nicky’s world exploded into pain.
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Their Darling Nicky was defiant today, he was determined not to break, not to censor himself in order to be spared. Adorable.
He was just so strong, not just in his impressive physique (he might’ve been a hockey player, they’ll have to check later) but also his resolve.
Every time he had enough breath to speak he cursed out Billie like it was his job, spitting hatred at them at every opportunity. And every time he did Billie pressed the button on the shock collar's remote.
But he kept going.
His strength was beautiful, but not nearly as gorgeous as watching it fade.
Nicky was laying on the concrete floor, his whole body glistening with sweat and tears running down his eyes and aftershocks rippling through him. Exhaustion painted every line of his body as he panted for air.
He really was gorgeous. Weakened from lack of food and worn out from torture, but still fighting with all his strength. Beautiful.
He had enough air now, he’d caught his breath enough to speak, or at least gasp out a cute little “fuck” as he is so fond of doing. But he doesn’t.
“How you doing Swamp Mouth?” Billie asks, deciding to walk around him in a slow circle to hopefully disorient him.
Nicky doesn’t respond. He lets his breathing even out, but he doesn’t resond.
Hatred crosses into Nicky’s eyes and he scrunches his mouth like he’s about to spit in their face but Billie sends a shock through him before he is able to do more than make a silly expression.
“Is that?” Billie asked stopping to crouch by his head, they had already wrapped the bite Nicky had given them in guaze, “Is that submission?”
Billie lets him writhe on the ground longer than usual before releasing the button and watching him try to recover on the ground.
“You can bet your ass it wasn’-” Another shock. Another scream.
“Oh I think it was. I think you got tired of causing yourself pain and decided to submit.”
“No, no it wasn’t fucking subm-” Another shock. Another scream.
They patiently waited for Nicky to pull himself together.
“Aw, thats too bad,” They ruffled his hair, “because if it was, I’d stop.”
Nick paused for a single beautiful second. “Well get your fucking eyes checked cause it wasn’t and it never fucking will be!” He choked out the scream before he seemed to brace himself for the shock.
It didn’t come.
“Aw I’ve got you trained already?” They carded their hand through his hair one last time before standing and fiddling with the remote for a second.
Hoffman had several different programs installed into the remote and they knew they could customize their own with their computer. They scrolled down a few until they found the program they were looking for and activated it.
“The fuck are you doing?” Nicky asked as Billie turned back to him.
“Well the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over expecting different results, so I’ve decided to take a break.” They state cheerfully, grinning at the confused look on Nicky’s face.
“Thats your best fucking idea yet, when am I-” He cuts himself off with a scream, a shock on the highest level ripping through him.
They laugh at the pained expression on his face as he gasped for breath after the shock passed.
“This,” they hold the remote pinched between two fingers, “is going to send a random shock, for a random amount of time at random intervals all night.”
Nicky tensed for a couple seconds, gritting his teeth, a small shock undoubtedly moving through him.
“You’ll never know when the next shock is coming or how strong it will be. Honestly I don’t even know how long the batteries will last.” They say with a shrug, even though they were pretty sure the collar had a 12 hour charge. They just enjoyed how Nicky’s eyes widen slightly in fear.
Feeling a stab of pity for him, they cut the rope tying his hands to his feet to allow him to stretch out a ways. It wouldn’t do for him to cramp up in a stress poistion in the middle of the night when they couldn’t comfort him.
Feeling they have done everything they can to make sure they’re Nicky is a bit more responsive in the morning, they set the remote down on the counter in full view of Nicky, and climb up the stairs.
Before closing the door and shutting off the light they look one last time at the gorgeous man they have trapped and whisper, “Goodnight Darling.”
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