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Buying More Time

Happens after THIS

Dax Del Mar Masterlist

Tagging @ashintheairlikesnow @outofangband - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

TW: pet whump, BBU, discussion of Romantics (not graphic), Dennison is fairly creepy and possessive, this is just a WRU salespitch kind of 

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Dennison flops down at his desk, lacing his hands behind his head. Rough day at work. He went to check his boy out in the morning. 479 was as beautiful as ever, with those confused, doe-like silver eyes and his messy black hair. All he wanted to do was take advantage of the sweet little thing, but it’s too early for that. Unfortunately, 479 is just a patient in the clinic, not a trainee. At least, not yet. The rest of the day was filled with a bunch of Romantics, all eager and docile, but none as sweet as his 479. 

All day, he was dealing with those trainees, and all day, he was thinking about this exact moment. What to say, what to do, what words to use to really sell this. He flips open 479’s file and finds the number of his owner, one Levi Katz. That bastard didn’t know just how valuable his boy really is. Dennison let 479 slip through his fingers once. He won’t let it happen again. He picks up his phone and dials the number, placing it to his ear. 

It rings for a few moments, but eventually, someone picks up. “Hello?” Levi answers. “Who is this?”

Dennison smiles his widest even though the man can’t see him. “Hello, Mr. Katz. My name is Handler Patrick Dennison with WRU Romantics Division. How are you?”

Levi sighs, his voice scratchy through the phone. He sounds old, much older than Dennison. A shame, really. 479 would do better with someone young. Someone to match his…stamina. “I’m fine, Handler Dennison. How’s Hermes?”

“Oh, 588479 is recovering nicely. I’m sure the staff at the clinic will be calling you to give a more thorough medical update on the pet’s condition. I’m not very well versed on that sort of thing.” He forces a chuckle, knowing it sounds real enough to build rapport. “What I’m calling about, Mr. Katz, is more about after 479 is released from medical care. I’m a Senior Handler here, which means I have quite a lot of experience evaluating Romantics. I went in recently to evaluate how this injury of his will impact his ability to function as a Romantic. We here at WRU take our finished products very seriously, and if anything less than perfect was delivered back to your care, we simply could not stand for that.” Dennison leans forward, shuffling some papers on his desk to make it seem more convincing. “Now, when I evaluated 479—Hermes—it was clear to me that he is in desperate need of a refresher course. Just the basics, he won’t be gone long. Positions, pleasure skills, obedience.”

Levi pauses, but eventually, he says, “Okay. I trust your decision, Handler. Do what you need to do. Make sure Hermes is allowed to continue his reading. It’s important he maintains that skill.”

“Oh, oh, Mr. Katz, of course. 479 is very unique in that regard. Here at WRU, pet customisation is of the utmost importance.” Here it is. Time to move in for the kill. Dennison takes a deep breath, knowing he has to sell this hard to really get his boy to stay a little while longer. “Customisation is the other thing I’d like to discuss. WRU has made a lot of changes to our Romantic curriculum since 479 was trained. We are now proud to offer several new packages and add ons to enhance your pet. I took the liberty of selecting a few options if you’d like to hear them?”

“How much is this going to cost?” Levi asks. “I’ve already spent a fortune on Hermes. Training, medicine, jewelry, it adds up.”

Dennison laughs. “I completely understand that, Mr. Katz. Having the best of the best can be a costly venture. But to be honest with you, 479 was an absolute doll to train. A true pleasure. I would consider it an honor to have him again. Because of that, I’m willing to offer you a discount. Twenty percent off all services. It’s the biggest discount we offer owners, Mr. Katz.”

“Yeah, okay,” Levi grumbles. “Let’s hear it.”

“Wonderful.” The twenty percent off worked like a charm, Dennison knew it would. “I’m more than happy to send a full packet of options over your way, but I would hate to waste your very valuable time, Mr. Katz. I’ve come up with the additional services that I think would be best suited to 479 and to your needs. I won’t bore you with technical terms. He’ll benefit greatly from our Romantic-specific general enhancement package, which reinforces and builds on Romantic skills. I also would recommend our dictation add on. I know you like having 479 read to you. This is a small add on, but it’ll really add eloquence to his speech. Our speech trainers here can make him sound like he’s telling a story instead of just reading words off a page. This will all take about a month, but that timeline isn’t set in stone. I’d need your permission to evaluate him.”

“Can you…” Levi sighs, Dennison can imagine the old bastard pinching his nose and missing his Romantic. “Can you train him to beg better? Like…he’s sweet when he begs, but he doesn’t know a lot of different ways to do it? And I’d like a refresher on his classical ballet training. Just to be safe in case his illness damaged his skills.”

Oh, this is perfect. Absolutely perfect. Dennison wasn’t expecting this much, if anything, he wasn’t sure Levi would go for this at all. But two more add ons? He’ll get so much more time with 479 and he’ll get a nice bonus at the end of the year. “Of course, Mr. Katz. Begging and classical ballet, in addition to the Romantic-specific general enhancement package and the dictation package.”

“Yes, that’s fine. Have your people send the bill to my house.” 

“Same place we sent your pet, or have you moved since, Mr. Katz?” Dennison says, typing up the order request to get it approved. 

“Same address you have on file. Will you be his primary handler, or will his training go to someone else?” 

Dennison grins, imagining how wonderful it will be to have his boy under his desk again. “That’s right. I’m emailing you consent forms right now to continue training your pet, and if you sign those tonight, I’ll evaluate your pet tomorrow morning and give you a call right after.”

“Sounds perfect, Handler Dennison. Thank you for calling me and notifying me of my options. That’s what makes WRU worth the price, you know. Good customer service. Have a good night.”

Dennison hangs up and sets the phone down. Customer service. It makes him laugh a little bit. Levi doesn’t know just how much worth his delectable little pet has, and he gave him up without a struggle. Dennison will get at least two months, maybe more with 479 cuddling up to him, eating out of his fucking hand. 

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about 479. It’s affected everything, relationships, work, sex life. No other trainee has come even close to that perfection, that desirability. Having 479 back in his care will either kick his addiction to the pet or make it so much worse, but Dennison doesn’t care. 

For the time being, 479 is back and Dennison can’t wait to get his hands on him.

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Dax Masterlist

Dax, Pre-WRU:

Hush Money

My Fault

Lucky

Overdose

Nowhere Else to Go

588479 (Facility Era):

Intake Paperwork

My Name Is...

Holding On (ft. 690236)

My Name Isn’t...

Day in the Life

Letting Go (NSFW)

Gingerbread

Don’t Leave

Best of Two Evils (NSFW-ish)

Incidents of Memory

Hermes:

Precious Boy

Time

Branding

The Odyssey

Christmas Morning

Spin, Hermes // You and Me, Sweetness // Selfish Thing

Buying More Time

Asks:

Dennison’s Secret

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Precious Boy

For @amonthofwhump Twelve Days of Whumpmas! Day Five-Obsessive Whumper, Gift-Giving

Here’s your first look at Dax/479 as Hermes, with his new owner, Levi Katz. He’s a creepy dude, and 479 has Stockholm Syndrome for Handler Dennison. He prefers the Facility, which is kind of a weird take and might be uncomfortable to read. 

Tagging @ashintheairlikesnow @outofangband

CW: pet whump, BBU, Romantic whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, nipple piercings (nonsexual, but Levi likes to mess with them), dehumanization, Stockholm Syndrome

***

Hermes curls up under Levi’s arm, feeling his knobby elbows press into the older man’s muscular, well-built torso. 

Levi stops humming and presses his chin to the top of his boy’s head, salt and pepper stubble scraping along Hermes’s ear. “I’m never letting you go,” he mutters. “You’re going to stay here until I don’t need you anymore. And you’re such a young, beautiful toy. Yeah. I’m not letting you go.”

Hermes is cold despite the roaring fire, the warm lights of Levi’s ornately decorated Christmas tree. It’s probably because Levi dressed him only a loincloth, leaving his bare torso--and nipple piercings--on full display. With one hand, Levi fixes the heavy gold, ancient-Greek style necklace, a thick piece of metal carved with swirls, lining it up so the center is even with the bottom of Hermes’s throat. With his other hand, he flicks the right piercing, fingers harsh against the silver bar. 

The boy jumps, body leaving the armchair before settling back down, sitting on Levi’s lap, his bare back pressing to the older man’s chest, feeling the buttons of Levi’s shirt press into his spine. 

Levi chuckles, petting his boy’s black hair. “Sensitive, huh?”

Hermes nods. “Y-yes, Levi. Sorry, Levi.”

“Oh, don’t apologize.” Levi nips at Hermes’s ear. “I like when you’re sensitive.” 

Hermes tips his head back, leaning on Levi’s shoulders. He knows when to talk and when not to, and right now, he stays silent. 

One of Levi’s hands is resting on Hermes’s stomach, the other is out of his vision. “Little god,” Levi rumbles into the boy’s ear. “All mine.”

Hermes arches his spine in agreement, lacing his hands around Levi’s neck. 

“Down, pet,” he says, his tone slightly admonishing but still mostly cheerful. “I got you a gift.”

Hermes’s silver eyes flash open. “You did?”

“Of course, baby.”

Hermes frowns. “Isn’t it too early? Not Christmas yet?” He puts a lot of work into carefully accentuating each syllable, rolling his tongue just like Levi wants. 

“It’s an early present. Because I love you so much.”

Hermes nods, pretending this makes sense to him. 

“That’s my boy,” Levi says. “Here you go, Hermes.”

Hermes reaches out to take the present. It’s rectangular, wrapped in silver paper and topped with a silver bow. Without waiting for Hermes to begin unwrapping, Levi takes the bow off and places it atop Hermes’s head. “Oh, yeah. That’s cute.”

Hermes splits the tape with his fingernail and delicately pulls the paper back. It’s a book, an old navy blue leather bound edition of a collection of Greek myths. He flips it open, and the smell of old books and yellowed pages wafts up to him. 

Levi pulls Hermes closer to him. “You know I like listening to you read. Isn’t this such a nice book. One of my work friends recommended this antique seller to me, so I guess you have him to thank for this.”

Hermes’s breath hitches. “Your...your friends? Are they c-coming here?” He’s feared this moment since he came out of his box, that Levi would share him like the handlers sometimes did. But he can’t say that, he can’t tell Levi he doesn’t want it, he just has to take it and take it and take it.

Levi wraps one arm around Hermes’s chest and the other around his throat, light enough that he can still breathe, but barely, and pulls his boy flush to his chest. In a low, dangerous voice, he growls, “I don’t share my toy.”

Hermes tries to get his shaky breathing back under control. “You don’t share your toy,” he repeats mindlessly. It’s mostly relief that fills him, but also dread. It’s just going to be him and Levi, alone in this house forever. 

He shouldn’t be afraid of that, he should want it. It’s every pet’s dream. He should want this. He should convince himself that he does.

But he doesn’t because he’s afraid to be alone with Levi. 

He’s always afraid.

The older man’s hand drops from Hermes’s thoat to absentmindedly play with his pet’s nipple piercings. “Start reading, my sweet, captive god. Make sure it’s loud and clear and pretty. You know what happens if I don’t like it.”

Hermes is cold and more scared than Handler Dennison said he would be with his owner. And he knows he’ll love Levi soon enough, when he’s more settled in. But now? He misses the Facility, and most of all, he misses Handler Dennison.

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🐾, for Hermes? >:)

Wow Hermes whump? On this blog?

🐾-a personalised brand burned into their skin

Tagging @ashintheairlikesnow @outofangband

CW: pet whump, BBU, creepy/intimate whumper, branding, deliberately underfed whumpee

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“Come here, sweet boy.”

Hermes flinches at the sound of Levi’s voice, echoing down the hall from the kitchen. He unfurls himself from his split, from his place stretching in the dance studio, looking out the window at the snow falling to the ground, powdering the mountains. This is the only time, the only place when he’s safe. He doesn’t want to leave. But he has to, he has to come when called. Hermes stands up, and his shawl practically falls off his too-thin shoulders. He wouldn’t dare complain.

Last time he did, Levi pinned it to his skin with a thumb tack.

He’s cold, in nothing but a shawl and capri leggings. Maybe Levi will turn on the fire when they sit on the couch, Hermes in his lap. Or he’ll actually feel warmth when tucked in Levi’s arms in bed tonight.

Hermes’s bare feet are soundless on the floor as he walks to the kitchen. Levi is standing over the stove; he doesn’t even look up when Hermes walks in.

Hermes clears his through. “Yes, Levi?”

“Take your shirt off and lay facedown on the table. I’ll be over in a minute.”

A shudder runs through Hermes. He looks out the kitchen window at the snow piling up on Levi’s rusted mailbox and wants to touch it until his hands are raw from the cold. He thinks he’d like that cold, much more than the cold that comes from inside him.

When he takes off his shawl, goosebumps erupt all over his sun-starved skin, making his nipple piercings painful and overly sensitive.

He climbs onto the study oak table and lies down, spreading each limb to a corner like Levi normally wants him. But Levi normally likes the boy face up. Something is wrong, very wrong.

Levi keeps his promise. He’s over in no more than a minute, one hand on Hermes’s back, the other tying each wrist and ankle to a table leg. Hermes whimpers, the sound partially muffled by the wood.

“Calm down, little god. This is for your own good.” Levi always sounds so calm, even when he’s beating Hermes down. Hermes hates it. He misses the way Handler Dennison’s voice would change its pitch with strong emotion. “Turn your head for me. I want you to see.”

Hermes obeys, he always obeys. His silver eyes flash with confusion when a metal seal is presented to him. On it, glowing red, is the Rod of Asclepius, the twin snakes and staff Hermes has come to recognize from the books Levi makes him read. “What’s that?” Hermes asks.

“It’s for you, baby boy. Hold still. I wouldn’t want the design to be ruined.”

Starling clarity rushes over Hermes as he realizes what that design is for, why the metal was glowing strangely. No amount of begging would change his fate. It’s against his training. He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want to be Levi’s. He wants to be Handler Dennison’s. He doesn’t want this.

Hermes squeezes his eyes shut. Why couldn’t he have been one of the pets made to clean houses or mix drinks for their owners? Why is he a Romantic? Why does he have to hurt so prettily?

“Take deep breaths. And stay fucking still.”

Deep breaths won’t save him. Nothing will ever save him, he’ll always be here.

Searing pain erupts from a spot between his shoulder blades, and Hermes screams. He screams so loud he fears his jaw and vocal chords may break and shatter under the pressure, screams so loud his brain might come apart.

He doesn’t move.

He won’t disobey.

Somewhere, beyond the haze of pain, Levi is talking to him, but Hermes can’t hear over the splitting pain, over the final shreds of his dignity being laid to waste. Pets don’t get dignity.

He’d do well to remember that.

At some point Levi stops, rubs an ointment across the brand and rubs Hermes’s tears away, brings the boy to the living room and lays him down on the couch. Hermes doesn’t care. The brand is burning but his bones are cold.

From between the pet’s shoulder’s, the Rod of Asclepius stands out. The symbol of healing on a dying pet.