#muzzled whumpee

[whumpkink]

Hi, show me the muzzle your whumpee would wear. Here's the one Scarlet wears :)

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[cakeinthevoid]

I was rereading an old work to continue and I just had to share my favourite part I wrote so far :)) Content: Interrogation scene excerpt; slightly inhuman whumpee; muzzled (not explicit); detention; restrained

The detective leaned forward. “See, I don’t think that makes sense.” 

Dang. Guess not. 

“So why would you lie about that?” 

Double dang. 

He stayed silent, clearly wanting her to speak up. 

Auretta resisted and counted the seconds. 

About two and a half minutes later he stood up. Auretta jerked back. 

“Relax, I’m leaving.” The buzzer sounded. “I’m leaving ,” he repeated. 

Auretta felt a panic bloom. 

“Wait,” she coughed out, interrupting her rhythm. “Wait, don’t, I’m sorry, please don’t go.” She coughed and tried to restart her breathing pattern through gritted teeth.

The man sighed. “I want to help you, I really do, but this only works if you’re answering truthfully. You’ve lied, at least partially, at least three times in the past however many minutes. Not to mention the obvious limitation with the mask—” 

“I’ll speak. I’ll talk. Please don’t go.” If she were alone, she would only be able to focus on the chains, the muzzle —no, at the very least, she needed the stimulation.

The detective looked sad. She only caught the expression for a moment before he masked it with unreadability. 

“Okay.” He sat back down. “What do you want to talk about then?”

Continues here! 

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

I adore muzzling Whumpees. 

A face mask over a muzzle as Whumper drags Whumpee through a crowded area. Whumpee knows exactly what will happen to them if they make a scene.

The deep red marks on Whumpee’s face as their muzzle is removed for the first time in months. The way they struggle to speak again after days of having it on. The first word they manage to croak out is “water”.

Whumpee refuses to take some kind of pill, so Whumper stuffs it into their mouth and covers their lips with duct tape. Either they swallow willingly or it gets dissolved in their mouth, but they’re taking it.

Whumpee so terrified and hysterical that they can only sob and hyperventilate behind the duct tape, struggling to get enough air without their mouth. All they can do is sob, choking on their own tears and spit.

Whumpee sitting in the bathtub as Caretaker carefully tries to remove the duct tape wrapped around Whumpee’s head. They whisper apologies whenever Whumpee flinches.

Rescuers not having enough time to un-muzzle Whumpee. They just pick the bound and silenced Whumpee up and run. 

Whumpee only being able to communicate through muffled grunts through their muzzle, but still desperately trying to communicate with Caretaker.

[doyouevermakeasound]

Febuwhump Prompt Day 3: Muzzled CW: Muzzled whumpee

Whumper was getting tired of the string of vitriol coming from whumpee.  They just wanted to have fun but the constant cursing, belittling, and threats coming from them was annoying.  

They walked away from whumpee bound in the middle of the room.  Whumpee craned their neck to see where whumper was walking to behind them.

“What?  Is that all you got?”  

Whumper could hear the high of a victory, albeit small, on whumpee’s voice.  They smiled to themselves as they searched through the cabinet, not saying anything.  They had the perfect solution.

“Cat got your tongue?  Pathetic.”  Whumpee spat.

Whumper found what they had been looking for: the muzzle.  Although dusty and the leather stiff, it was a muzzle nonetheless.  They returned to the middle of the room and slipped the muzzle on, tightening the leather close to their skin.

Whumpee screamed underneath the leather of the muzzle.  

“That’s so much better.  I can work in piece now.”

@febuwhump

[patheticlittleguy]

omg what if we were both rabid and monstrous and broken >.<!! and we had matching muzzles 💖🥺 omg omg (and we are both boys😳)

[rat-father]

can we learn more about how mint felt about being left alone at the shelter when teddy only took melon? what thoughts went through their head? what was it like for them to be without a home yet again?

Needless to say, they were really sad and scared

They didn't have much hope that they would get another chance to be adopted again, and thought that they'd end up getting put down bc nobody wanted them

They were used to being without a home, but Melon was the first other pet they'd actually formed a bond with, so no longer being with them was hard for them to accept

Also here's some emotional whump for you

Tagging;; @octopus-reactivated @writerat @onlybadendings

-- tw;; pet whump, multiple whumpees, muzzles, emotional whump, dehumanisation, lost hope --

Melon lightly squeezed Mint's hand reassuringly, its guts still hurting from the kick it took to its stomach. It wanted to smile back at them, but the muzzle hid its expression underneath. Melon quickly got into a kneeling position, making them flinch as a man stepped into view on the other side of the glass. The voices were muffled and hard for them to make out, though they could both guess what the conversation was about. A sparkle of hope glimmered inside it, it had a chance that it would get a new master again! The man's face relaxed, giving a small nod to the worker, who led him somewhere out of sight.

„They're getting adopted, Mint!“ Melon whispered in excitement. „They think at least.“

Mint nodded back. It wanted to tell them that it was excited as well. It didn't want to spend any longer in the shelter, it reminded them way too much of the training facilities it feared. They pulled it into a hug, giggling lightly.

The worker returned not much later, unlocking the door with keys hanging from their pants. The bored face had returned to them, glaring at the two pets.

„Melon, get over here.“

Melon obeyed silently, walking towards them without hesitation. They got taken out of the room, door locking behind as they left its view. A knot formed inside Mint's stomach, being all alone without its friend. It blinked away tears, hoping the worker would come back to take it as well. It didn't want to move from its position, eyes fixated on the hallway outside, never having wanted to hear the footsteps approaching more then now. It waited for them to return patiently, seconds ticking by slowly at the rate of its heart sinking to its stomach.

The footsteps never came back to them, never returning to pick it up. The realization set in deep in the night, once the lights shut off and nobody was in the shelter anymore except for the pets. It slumped down onto the floor, letting tears roll down freely. It's ugly sobs were inaudible to the others, not being able to hear it even without the muzzle. It got left behind again, without a chance to say goodbye.

[whumpwillow]

anime boys in muzzles: a collection 

sources: 

one, two, three, four, 

[whumpersdump]

Project Rebirth - CH8: Mistake

Toby’s POV.

Also, I’m alive! I’m working on a really big personal project next to this (103K so far) so that kind of goes first. Anyway, here goes. I’ll add the links later, because It’s 1AM where I’m at...

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TWs: mild drugging (barely mentioned) / restraints (so much, at the end) / pet whump / dehumanization / lab whump (barely) / stress position (I think?) / threat of torture / mild and implied non con touch / muzzle

Toby meets relatively newborn Orian, but he’s not so happy about no longer being the number one pet around...

Two months post Rebirth.

Toby stood in his corner in the storage room. Marcus told him to watch the new arrivals, so he did. Though, there wasn’t much to watch. The youngest two—barely old enough for placement, though they both had owners—both tried to sleep, like Toby suggested to them before one of Marcus’s human assistants put his muzzle on. The others were muzzled and blindfolded, or on a breathing machine.

He didn’t have other orders, though, so he had no reason to leave. Or permission. Though that came soon enough.

“Toby.” Marcus opened the door into the lab, but stayed behind the screen that kept the subjects from seeing him. “You’re with Orian today.”

Unable to speak, Toby raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t question me, Toby, you heard what I said. It’s early, I know, but I think it’s time they get acquainted with the rules and habits of being a pet.” He signaled for Toby to follow, and continued to speak as they walked through the halls toward the secondary building, where the Reborn pets would all be raised.

“Of course if I teach all of it, it’s not going to stick. The implant malfunctioned during the container stage, and it hasn’t entirely supressed their need to fight every single good intention we have. Coming from another pet, it would be trusted.” He shrugged. “You two will have to get to know each other anyway. If all goes well you’ll have some permanent company in a year or two.”

Permanent? Marcus was getting another pet, and it would be Orian? Red-collared, trashing about at every second, Orian?

“I would ask you what you are, and remind you of the consequences of questioning my decisions, but I suppose the consequences of your previous… slip up would make that conversation a bit one sided.”

He tapped the muzzle. “I should have known those other pets could be a bad influence on you. You’re due for an evaluation. Any of the people visiting this place could be the ones to decide what color you’ll be wearing for the next six months, so best behavior.”

Toby sighed, and nodded. Double blue. He wouldn’t mess up again. He wanted double blue. That’s the highest praise a pet could get. It meant he was exactly as a pet was supposed to be.

“Anyway,” Marcus continued. “I’ve arranged for Orian to see you as their older brother.”

Toby frowned. They weren’t related.

“You’ll be living on the same estate when Orian reaches double yellow, and they’re ready to believe just about anything that we tell them at this moment. The malfunction can’t be fixed, so Orian will need a point of reference to remind them of their place.” Marcus took the muzzle off before they left the main building to head to Orian. He shushed Toby before he could talk. “Not a word until we’re there. You’re to listen, and listen closely. If you don’t follow my instructions to the letter, this program will fail, therefore so will you.”

Toby listened as carefully as he could as Marcus explained what he had to say and do. How he had to react to which behavior, how to be a good pet without breaking the illusion of infancy to Orian.

Marcus parked Toby just outside the red-lined nursery ward. “We won’t be making exceptions, I’ll get you a harness. It’s a subject’s one, so it’s a little more… constricting. You won’t need it in Orian’s room.” He left Toby alone in the hall.

There were only two pets yet. Orian, and one of the new ones. Tyler. He’d only been in the container for two months, but he was another project of Marcus’s. Toby had been allowed to read his file. The only addition made to the evaluation in the past months, was that the politician that wished for Tyler to be put in their care as a pet, had reconsidered after reporters asked them questions about Tyler’s past.

Now that Tyler’s face and old name were well known, no one wanted him. Marcus wanted to test out the shortened version of the Project. Toby wasn’t sure why Marcus would see it as a challenge. Tyler had spent his entire life among humans, he would be happy to be saved and raised the way he should have been. Toby shouldn’t question, though.

“Arms forward.” Marcus came back and pulled a harness attached to the rail along with him. He fastened it around Toby’s torso, and pushed him forward. “Orian’s on the fifth floor, all the way in the back, and we’re late already. They’ve already had one bottle late today, and we can’t make it two.”

Toby tried to breath through the pressure against his chest, all the while keeping up with Marcus. His feet could only barely lift the ground after Marcus tightened the chain that kept him locked in the rail, only one route for him to take. Marcus kept pushing him, though. Marcus was a good owner. He took care of Toby when he couldn’t do it himself.

Marcus clipped it off again at Orian’s door. “Do you remember my instructions?”

“Yes sir.”

Marcus opened the door and led him inside. Toby took in the soft green room. Orian lied asleep in their overall on a bed right next to the door. His eyes were drawn to the pet bed under the window, though. Also light green, but big for Orian. Though, everything was big for Orian. They were the same age—not considering the Rebirth—yet Orian barely reached Toby’s shoulders.

“Toby. Corner. Orian needs to eat first.” Marcus sat down on the stool next to the bed, and ruffled through Orian’s hair the same way he occasionally did Toby’s. “Orian, wake up.” He took the bottle from the table beside the bed, and shook it until the slushing sound woke Orian up. Unable to produce any words at all, they simply reached out for the bottle as soon as Marcus held it close enough for them to see.

Which they could do now, see. Barely anything, and only up close. They couldn’t really process anything they saw either, but for now—Marcus had told Toby—that didn’t matter yet.

Marcus didn’t allow them to drink by themselves, though. He held the bottle. He put the food in Toby’s hands at night. Marcus, because he was a good owner. His pets wouldn’t have to worry about doing anything other than being a good pet. Marcus took care of good pets. Orian wasn’t a good pet, though. Not yet.

“Orian, drink all of it now. You want to learn, don’t you? You can’t be hungry.” Marcus kept holding the bottle until Orian finished every single drop. He put the bottle away. “Toby step forward.”

Toby obeyed.

“Today is when you’ll start to learn to be a proper pet, Orian. Toby will teach you. He’s a pet, like you. He knows all the rules, he’ll teach you how to follow them.” Marcus nodded at Toby to come even closer. “To the letter,” he repeated before closing the door behind him.

Toby sighed, but corrected himself. Marcus knew best. He stepped forward and stood in front of the stool. He couldn’t sit on it though. Marcus had been very clear. The entire nursery ward had pet furniture, and human furniture. To teach new Reborn pets the difference, they were marked with stickers. Purple for pets, gray for humans.

Toby looked back at the pet bed, then folded down the barriers that kept Orian from falling out the bed if they trashed around too much. “Hi Orian, I’m Toby.” Orian shifted their head, but didn’t answer. They couldn’t yet, but they could understand. The bits Marcus allowed them to at least.

Orian was as light as they were small. Toby didn’t have to put in much of an effort to scoop them up. He let Orian put their head just under his shoulder, nuzzled against his chest. They didn’t object to being lifted up, but that had to do with the smoothie. Toby was new to Orian right now, so Marcus couldn’t risk having to step in. The small amount of drugs would wear off in less than a minute though.

He carried them to the pet bed under the window, shushing them like Marcus told him to, even if they didn’t cry. Behind him, two people wheeled out the bed and replaced it with the training module for restraints—which only Marcus was allowed to use on Orian—and the closet, which contained a few outfits suitable for use outside the nursery ward.

Toby kept his attention on Orian. “It’s okay,” he told them when they started to groan and flinch a little. He laid them down on the pet bed, careful not to do it too roughly. “This is a pet bed. It’s for pets only, and an owner can’t punish you while you’re in it.” He shrugged. “Most ones, at least. You’re not allowed to be in there without a human’s permission. Same goes for leaving. M— the Parent gave you permission, so you’re good now.”

He crouched down and took the end of the leash that hung attached to the wall. He fastened it to Orian’s collar. “Only half green with at least an orange for a second color can go without any restraints at night, and only if their owner says so.” He shook his head every so lightly, out of Orian’s view. They weren’t as good a pet as him. They’d never get there.

The radiator began to rattle. Fake, of course. Orian yelped at the loud sound right by their ears and began to cry, no longer remembering any other way to process anything at all. “Pets don’t cry, Orian. Be a good pet.” To no one’s surprise, that didn’t help, but Marcus told Toby what to do if it didn’t.

Toby sat down by Orian, and stroked their head. “It’s just a sound, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Be a good pet. You’ve already been good enough to start training soon.” Marcus sped up that part of the program, so he could be sure Orian had a double yellow at the first evaluation. It would take longer for them to get anything better than that, if they ever did, but Orian would be his. Toby wasn’t sure he was supposed to know, but Marcus talked a lot when he put Toby to bed.

Orian settled down when the noise stopped, and reached their hands out to Toby’s arm. Orian grabbed it tight, refusing to let him leave. “Orian,” Toby corrected them. “You don’t have permission to do that. Let go.”

Orian didn’t.

“Orian, be a good pet. Let go.”

To Toby’s surprise, they did. They took their hands back and curled up into the soft cushion of the pet bed. How? It took him four months to learn he needed permission fro everything. Years, to get where he was now, where he even understood why. Orian did it in just two months, and they did it better than he did when he was training. Toby frowned. Orian didn’t have to work to be a good pet, not in the way he had.

With him, it took pain. Lots of it. He wasn’t nearly as bad as Orian had been. It wasn’t fair. He whispered it. He shouldn’t have. He shouldn’t even have thought it.

“Toby. Get to the hall,” Marcus ordered, standing in the door, fire in his eyes.

Toby turned his gaze to the floor and obeyed.

“I don’t have to tell you which rules you broke, don’t I?” Marcus asked as he fastened the harness and pulled the chain, forcing Toby to his toes.

Toby shook his head, unable to answer as Marcus forced the bit into— and the muzzle over his mouth.

“You’re deteriorating, Toby. Slipping. Now I don’t have the time to put you into the program too, you wouldn’t even be a fit. But you need to be trained out of that pride.” Marcus tapped Toby’s collar. “That’s my work. Not yours. You’re a good pet, because of me. I decide if you’re trained well enough for another color. You’re a pet. You’re helpless, you don’t know how to live in this world with the rules we put in place for you. You can’t decide to have thoughts of your own guide your actions.”

He pushed Toby forward, down the stairs, straining Toby’s neck in the harness. “You’re lucky I have people to pick up my work. If I didn’t it would only take one more of those slip ups before I’d dump you at evaluation right now, to see what you end up with.”

They stopped at the exit. Marcus took off the harness and clipped on the leash. He tugged, forcing Toby to follow faster than he could. They headed to the school. It was a new building, prepared for the Reborns once they were old enough. Not entirely finished, but Toby knew he was too old to be learning pet-rules from a classroom.

“Now I’m not a huge fan of pain,” Marcus said. “But thankfully there are plenty of clients who require their pets to be accepting of it, so we have the necessary facilities.” Marcus opened the door and led him inside. “As it turns out, pets like you might need a bit of extra work sometimes too.” He put Toby against the wall next to the PE entrance. Though, PE didn’t include a whole lot of sports. “Stay.”

Marcus went through the door, then came back with a small cage on wheels. He opened the top, as well as one of the sides. Restraints of all kinds hung in there. Would Toby even fit? And why so many? Wait, he shouldn’t question. Too late.

“In.”

Toby sat down on the bottom. Marcus fastened two restraints around his ankles, which he in turn attached to hooks on the cage’s floor. He put his hand on Toby’s back and forced him to lean over before attaching a chain to his collar, which he locked to a small loop between Toby’s feet. Two straps went vertically around his shoulders, forcing him to arch back even though the chain to his neck pulled him down. His one arm attached to the side of the cage with a padded restraint, as did the other after Marcus closed the side. The muzzle stayed on, as Marcus moved to the top.

“Now of course I don’t have the time to handle this now, but you can’t go back near the subjects. How can I trust you’ll follow the rules?” Marcus tightened the chain a little, as well as the muzzle. He attached a smaller chain to a small loop at the bottom of his muzzle, under his chin, which in turn attached to a loop in the top of the cage. He tightened it after closing and locking the cage.

Toby sat, forced to look up, with his neck pulled down, and his shoulders pulled back. If he rested his neck, it would fold back because of the chain under his chin. If he wanted to let his chin hang, he had to lean back against the chain to his collar all the time, while his shoulder strained either way. The only solution to all of it at the same time, was to sit perfectly still in the middle of the forces pulling him apart.

The cage began to move, through the dark, into the PE waiting rooms. They were large rooms filled from top to bottom with cages like the one he was in. None of them occupied yet, except for his, but they would be in a while. The cages were meant to prepare pets for transport. The Rebirth Center was over a day away from any inhabited places, even more from the cities most pets went to live in. Some even went international. They just had to be able to keep quiet. A new requirement in some training programs.

Marcus parked the cage onto a small lift, which brought it up. A mechanic arm pushed it into an empty slot, four high. “The keeper will feed you once a day. Your lessons will begin in a week.” Marcus pushed a button to make the lift come down again, and turned off all the lights. “If you think my reaction is extreme, I have no problem having you stay over at one of the client’s facilities. Though, I doubt it will come to that, will it?”

Toby wanted to nod, but the chains made it impossible. He had to nod, he tried to.

“Shame. Well, I am a trainer after all, and pets deserve to be properly adjusted for their role. In a week we’ll see what I can do for you right here.”

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