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kintsugi #15

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“Oh, little Whumpee. How exquisitely you suffer.”

Whumper is suddenly right behind Whumpee, body close enough to feel his body heat, hand curling around his naked hip.

Whumpee jerks, but is unable to escape and the digits dig into his flesh.

He can’t muffle a noise, and Whumper presses in close, shirt touching his hot and sticky back, grating his fresh hurts, and – something hard poking into Whumpee's backside.

Ice hits his chest as Whumper nuzzles his hard cock against him.

Humiliation twirls hotly, intertwining with anxious trepidation. Lips kiss his shoulder, travelling up his neck, coarse beard rough over his skin.

A lingering kiss is pressed to the delicate skin right behind Whumpee’s ear.

“Oh, yes, Whumpee. So very delicious.” He mumbles into his ear.

Whumpee suppresses a sob.

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kintsugi #3

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“Leave him out of this, Whumper. Your quarrel is with me.”

Shivering on the floor, Whumpee feebly tried to shift away from Whumpers’ touch.

He looked so very small and vulnerable - naked and huddled next to the other’s towering form. It made Caretaker sick.

Whumper yanked at a lock of hair.

“Stay, pet.”

His spirited Whumpee flinched and froze in place. Whumper lifted his chin with tender touches, smugness oozing his face.

Dread inched at Caretaker’s awareness.

“Whumper -”

“I think it’s high time I taught you a lesson, my dear Caretaker.”

Releasing his hold on Whumpee, gaze rapt as the lithe frame sagged in place, a barely there whimper.

“Unless I speak to you, you are going to stay your tongue.”

Caretaker scoffed. “What kind of game do you think you’re playing at?”

Whumper narrowed his eyes.

“My game. And you can defy me all you want; it’s gonna be your Whumpee who pays the price.”

“What?”

Ice shot through Caretaker's heart.

Then Whumper slapped him across the cheek – his Whumpee crying out as he hit the floor.

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kintsugi #4

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“Caretaker?”

Whumpee sounded so very hurt.

Anger swirled hotly in Caretaker yet he swallowed it down - having nowhere to went it; aware of how Whumper was watching, like a feline observing its wounded prey.

Whumpee's head fell to his side, blue eyes wet and wide as he looked to Caretaker, flimsy shivers passing over his small body; his skin starkly pale.

“I’m here Whumpee. It’s – I’m here.” It’s gonna be alright, he prayed silently.

“Yes, Whumpee. Our dear Caretaker is here, isn’t it wonderful?”

“Fuck you.”

Caretaker's chest swelled in pride and agony at Whumpee's whispered words.

Oh, his sweet, spirited Whumpee.

Whumper laughed – loud and darkly amused.

“Well, well, well – such coarse language. How we are gonna have fun.”

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kintsugi #1

Caretaker's breath caught –

His Whumpee was dragged in through the door, stumbling and – naked; pale skin painted a rainbow of bruises - reds, yellows, purples and blues.

Dripping wet, little droplets falling around him, looking barely able to support himself, head lolling to the side, leaning heavily on his captor.

His stomach clenched as Whumpee was unceremoniously handed over to Whumper, the person exiting without a backwards glance.

Whumpee made a little noise, turning into cough and a full body shiver, weakly pushing against Whumper’s chest, even as the other man’s long fingers dug into the already starkly bruised skin of his arms; holding his close.

“Whumpee!”

His hoarse cry made the boy jerk his head up – beloved blue eyes darting around, so very clearly having trouble focusing on anything.

“C-care?”

The word mumbled, slurred horribly and almost unintelligible. His knees gave out, and he collapsed against Whumper, who held him standing – arm going around the slight frame, tugging him close despite weak struggles.

In an awful mimicry of care.

“What have you done to him?” Caretaker demanded.

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kintsugi #16

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Whumper kisses his skin, lips lingering on Whumpee’s bare neck.

“Brace yourself Whumpee. I think you’re all warmed up.”

Stepping back, the snap of leather rings out.

The first strike of the belt across his back tears a cry from Whumpee’s throat, then before he can catch his breath - three more harsh licks across his back, in quick succession, barely a beat between them.

Pain blossoming hotly across his back fast and somehow agony just builds and builds – each whip adding to the last. He’s shaking against the table, he’s – never felt pain like this. Bright and searing, leaving a dull agony, pulsing with his pulse’s rhythm.

Stealing his breath away.

Another whip hits him, criss-crossing the earlier ones – agonizing – his arms give out and with a whimper, he collapses unto the table.

“Whumpee!” His Caretaker calls out.

Instantly – the belt strikes his protruding backside harshly.

Whumpee cries out hoarsely – clawing at the table – ears ringing.

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kintsugi #12

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“Now, Whumpee. You are going to call me Master.”

Whumpee's eyes flies to his Caretaker’s eyes – equally startled – the stark anxiety he sees spiking a distant panic in himself.

His Caretaker never worries.

Fingers dig into Whumpee’s chin, pulling his face away from looking towards his Caretaker.

“Mn, no Whumpee. Don’t look at him. He can’t help you now.”

The truth of the words make his blood run cold, and his tummy tighten in knots. His gaze flickers up to cruel eyes; vision suddenly blurry.

“Do you understand, Whumpee?”

Whumpee nods, hoping his Caretaker will forgive him.

“Tsk, little Whumpee. I expect you to answer me clearly when I ask you a question.”

“Yes – Master.” Whumpee croaks, the word unbearably painful to utter.

Whumper laughs, “Good pet.”

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kintsugi #14

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Whumpee cries out, stumbling into the table, eyes stinging.

He breathes through the burn, barely able to stay upright by supporting himself on the table; pulse rushing by his ears.

Agonizing trail several centimeters wide, from his shoulder, down across to his hip.

It’s – Whumper’s leather belt, he thinks distantly.

The pain dulls to a harsh ache.

“Mn, beautiful,” Whumper moans.

Shutting his eyes, Whumpee swallows any protests.

Another snap and he tenses before a split second later, pain flares brightly in a another long line.

Whumpee chokes back a cry.

Legs shaking, fingers curling into the hard wood under his hands.

A third harsh whip hits him.

He trembles; barely able to upright - and tears start spilling from his eyes, hotly falling down his cheeks.

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kintsugi #13

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“Stand up.”

Whumpee just blinks, not knowing if – no.

Not complying is not an option.

Trembling as he tries to push himself to his feet; he has to pause briefly, and he stumbles – arm caught harshly by Whumper. Shame burns as Whumpee is pulled fully up, swaying, the older man cupping his cheek.

“Good boy,” He smiles, darkly amused. Whumpee wants to punch him. “Come.” Whumper drags him over to the table. “Hands on the table. Eyes front.”

Whumpee complies, legs unsteady; palms shaking as they splay on the cool surface. It gnaws at him to turn his back on Whumper.

Cold sweat all over his naked skin makes the cool air bite.

Thread echoing horrifyingly in Whumpee's mind. So; he stays still.

Mostly.

He hears a rustling, something metal and fabric sliding. Something creaking.

Caretaker makes a choked noise and everything in Whumpee tenses up.

“Now, pet. Keep standing right there.” Whumper's voice is smooth and heavy, and Whumpee doesn’t know what to expect, an ugly anticipation freezing him. “What do you say, Whumpee?”

“Yes, Master,” Whumpee whispers.

“Good.”

A snapped wheeze is the only warning before a strike licks across his back –

Searing pain blossoming harshly in its wake.

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