#restraints whump

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

No thoughts. Just Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, muttering nonsensical slurred protests, and weakly trying to pull st their restraints before their eyes roll back and they slip away into unconsciousness again.

[whumpologyy]

“resistance is futile” vibes

“And where do you think you’re going?”

Whumpee wearing a shock collar and Whumper letting them run/crawl a few feet away at a time before activating it and watching them twitch in pain on the ground

“No, really, keep struggling — it’s funny.”

Not bothering to chase Whumpee when they start to run — they won’t get far

“What are you saying? You want me to tie you tighter?” “Mmmmmph!!” “Well, if you insist….”

Calmly watching Whumpee fight against their bonds to the point of exhaustion — knowing they won’t be able to escape.

“Oh, Whumpee. I have all the time in the world. And you’re not going anywhere.”

[for-the-ouchies]

Caretaker who cannot loosen whumpee's restraints, but who can hug them. Can curl protectively over a bound whumpee, especially of whumpee is forced into a vulnerable/compromising position.

Caretaker cannot free them, but they can put themselves in between whumpee and anyone who so much as looks.

[pvtashby]

Whumpee who’s usually stoic and calm even in the worst of moments, comes out of anesthesia, and they’re utterly inconsolable. Crying, thrashing, pulling at their lines, trying to get up, pleading and begging with the medical staff. Acting with all the fear that they never let Whumper or anyone else see. They eventually calm down and have no recollection of the incident, but everyone who saw them in that state now has a very good idea of just how horrible what Whumpee went through truly was.

[defire]

Manhandling--especially done in silence.

Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating

Slammed into the top of a desk with their arm twisted behind them

Whumpee wincing and freezing under whumper's weight as they realize they're trapped; if they move any more their wrist is going to break

whumpee crushing their lips in their teeth to hold back cries of pain that they'd be punished for

Guards shoving in a manacled, stumbling whumpee before the king, kicking him to his knees and forcing him to bow so low his forehead hits the flagstones

Fist in the hair to yank whumpees head up

Or fingernails bruising into the cheeks for the same goal

Whumpee frustrated to rage that they aren't being allowed to just walk straight, instead they have to throw them into walls and slam them down into seats

Looking up with a livid glare at main whumper when they get there

Whumpee starting to speak, "wait, just--" gets yanked so hard the words catch before he staggers forward

"I can walk." Whumpee growls next time they come for him. Snarky guard--"well, you're to be dragged."

When the whumpers step away from whumpee, now tied up and gagged on the floor, panting through his nose

Humiliating punishments like whipping while whumpee is tied up like this, whumpee floundering awkwardly away with a muffled shriek at every strike

Holding whumpee's arms so whumper can punch them over and over in the stomach

A lineup of prisoners, but whumpee is the only one that gets thrown and kicked into position

[theloveofwhump]

There’s a nerve shredding gasp, followed by the agonised scream of pain and torment.

Whumper forces Whumpee to count. If he doesn’t, he will start over.

The skin on Whumpee’s back parts open as the Whip slashes across skin with a loud cracking snap. Pain blossoms almost instantly, a burning electric fire races across his back and wraps round his ribs. The leather lash drawing blood from the wounds that ooze down his back. His throat is roar as he screams with abandon.

As he is whipped….. again …… and again… and again.

And Again.

Agony flares, muscles shred as he slumps in his bonds, wrists straining against the metal cuffs…… he has to keep going…. Keep counting…..

Nineteen… Twenty…. Twenty One…..

The radiating pain of lash upon lash, his shredded skin hanging raw from his back becomes too much.

He slumps sideways in his bonds, gray crowding his vision, but the pain continues from far away…

Twenty Six

Twenty Seven

“Twenty E.. Ei-g….”

A breathless laugh of pleasure. His tormentors glee.

“Ah, ah, ah, what a shame. So close and yet so far”.

CRACK…….

“One”

[survivesurvivingwhump]

Defiant Whumpee who tells Whumper to go fuck themselves, only for Whumper to say "Why fuck myself when I can fuck you instead?"

defiant whumpee tries not to let it show that the comment affected them, but it did. that was the last thing that they were expecting. they’ve been bound to a chair before, this isn’t their first rodeo. but that comment… they didn’t see this coming. they grit their teeth and try to maintain their glare, but whumper sees something that gives them away.

maybe it’s the flex of their jaw. maybe it’s the way their shoulders twitched. maybe it’s the tensing of their muscles. whatever it is, whumper notices. whumper grins and walks closer. hands fall heavily to whumpee’s thighs, gripping tight and rubbing roughly up and down. on maybe the third pass, their hands stop down near whumpee’s knees, dig in bruisingly hard, and force whumpee’s legs open wide.

“oh, did you think i wouldn’t go that far? that i might torture you, but i’d surely never fuck you? well you’re about to learn a real important lesson about who’s in charge, here.”

defiant whumpee struggles, trying to close their legs. there’s no use. they have no leverage, and whumper is able to easily shove between them, their own body holding whumpee’s thighs apart and leaving their hands free to start exploring farther. one cups between whumpee’s legs, groping through their pants, and the other slides up over whumpee’s belly, underneath their shirt.

“what?” whumper asks with a smirk. “lost for words now? don’t have any more brave challenges left?”

[rebeckeronie]

That's gonna stain the carpet >:(

Sketch from 2025 or something