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[beckstriad]

Part 3 - All Trussed Up

Mac’s Masterlist

Mac finds himself on the losing end of a scrimmage, and someone wanting him alive for some payback for previous insults.

Taipan cắn / Canners - The gang Mac and his boyfriend Lee Jerkass belong to

Jackdaws - the opposing gang that Salvador Pierce and Tobias Davian run

All characters except Mac are OCs of @lettuceknighted

CW: the usual whump assortment of beatings, whipping (kinda), tied up, gang violence. Also Mac using uncharacteristic lewd names

TW: taser, burned alive, Dehumanization (terms used as insults, no forced enactment)

[1050 words]

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Quivering from the effort to stay upright and trying to downplay his agony, Mac kept his eyes on Tobias and ignored the other man coming around with a cell phone raised for pictures. “Alright, now I think you might be ready. Time to show off your manners.” Cutting Mac off before he could say anything Tobias added “ah ah ah! Remember, don’t fuck it up and you can go home tonight to that so-called dirty angel.”

Both men made faces of disgust and chuckled amongst themselves as they made sure the camera angle was set up right. Mac’s stomach burned while he waited, unsure if they’d even release him after. He reasoned they would, if only because it’d further embarrass the Taipan cắn, and he worried that embarrassment would cost him his life.

At least I die on that side I guess. LIke it could have been a few years ago. He struggled with the option of dying here but that’d still give Tobias and Salvador satisfaction.

There was no way out, he might as well try. Tobias motioned and Mac cleared his throat, “I don’t wanna die,” his voice was raspy from the shouting and the blood and dry from gasping and the gag. “Pl. Pl..hmmm…”

“Hmm?” Tobias moved closer, a bottle of water in his hand as he half crouched to stay out of the shot “what was that?”

Mac couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t. His eyes burned as he desperately wanted to live but couldn’t bring himself to beg and whine for their entertainment, not if he was gonna die either way. Instead he did the only thing he could do at that leering face and spat in it. He hated spitting but he had no other option, hoping the asshole would get mad and take things too far.

Standing with a disgusted look on his face, Tobias opened the bottle “What did we say about manners?” He took a mouthful and sprayed it over Mac who started to writhe in his rope immediately. “What’s the matter? I thought a dumb driver like you would love gas.”

Itching his skin and burning his cuts was nothing compared to the reaction the stench gave Mac.  They were going to burn him alive and he was too panicked to do anything but desperately choke and chafe in the rope; too panicked to even have flashbacks to the carfire.

The match lit up Tobias’s sharp green eyes but the cruel beauty went unappreciated by Mac. “Now beg properly.”

As the match flew towards him Mac’s focus narrowed on it, “no no no no!” Before it even landed, the fumes caught light and blue rippled across his chest and down his back before turning orange as he screamed.

Heat dragged at his throat and pulled on his vocal cords as orange light filled his vision despite his squeezed shut eyes. The cotton shirt started to catch, spots of blazing agony peppering his back and chest as he choked on the rope in a desperate attempt to get away, screaming as the pressure released only to choke him again as he fought.

Tobias congratulated himself as he watched the man too stubborn to heel writhe in agony born mostly from fear. “Kinda cliche the beast is afraid of fire.” He drank in the ecstasy that was the half deranged begging as Mac barely managed to form coherent words around the choking and screaming.

“Stop!..Ahh! Please! PLEASE!” A powder choked him as he continued pleading and begging, each breath a wheeze or a whine from the heat and fear. “Please, not no no..” he coughed and wretched a moment as best he could around the rope but made sure to swallow whatever he brought up. “Salvador Pierce,” two words at a time were all he could manage between breaths “Salvador Pierce. Please. I wanna, I wanna live. Don’t wanna, not burn. Not fire.”

“Bravo!” Clapping his hands, Tobias waited for Mac’s red eyes to open, blinking against the sting of the fuel “nice job. But you had your chance for the easy way out, I want something more for my patience. What’s my name?”

“Toby.” Mac didn’t like the expression that name got him, “I don’t remember, just Toby? I’m sorry please, sorry.” He felt disgusting as the effects of the panic were wearing off. His clothes weren’t even fully burned and his eyebrows were only lightly singed, skin stinging like a sunburn. Mac felt pathetic, he should have known that it was mostly the fumes that caught fire. It was too late to save face and try to stay defiant, that damn camera was still pointed at him.

“Tobias Davian” strolling forward and tilting Mac’s chin up with a finger, Tobias stood directly over him. Mac wanted to throw up.

“Tobias Davian.” It tasted worse on his tongue than Salvador Pierce’s name did.

“Good, you can teach a dumb dog new tricks after all.” Tobias stepped back “now beg, and maybe you’ll get a cookie.”

Mac’s tongue was starting to seize again, that humm in the back of his throat fighting the words he needed to say. “Tobias pl..hmm”

“Full name. I’m waiting.”

Squaring his shoulders, Mac focused on making it through this, he could worry about the fallout later. The consequences wouldn’t matter if he didn’t live to see them you’ve rolled over before.

He hadn’t given in or lost a fight on purpose since joining the gang, but it was too late to stop now. He was going to die anyway, but if there was a chance to live, to see Lee again...  “please, don’t kill me. Tobias Davian, I won’t ever call you puddin’ or anything else again.”

Leering in victory, Tobi’s chin jutted out in question, “Who’s better looking, me or Pierce or Jerkass.”

“Jer-...tsch. Pierce.” The name grated through clenched teeth as Mac wrestled with how much he valued living.

“Oh it’s learning! Alright we’re done.” Tobias strutted away to leave Mac to someone else.

As he was cut down and dragged outside to a car, Mac saw Tobias drape himself around Salvador. Sal looked slightly annoyed until Tobias whispered in his ear, and then looked at the phone Tobias held. Weaving his own arm around Tobias, Salvador merely gave Mac one last glance before moving for his own car where Angel waited.

Wherever they were going to dump him, Mac wasn’t sure he wanted to be found.

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[mpyako]

Yako as a (Kawaii) Alcatraz Guard with @mpxruyi as her prisoner

While the original idea had been prisoner inmate, Yako hadn’t liked any of the pre-made costumes for a prison guard and decided to supplement one with a variety of bows, lace, etc and replace the black nightstick with a pink one. Her guard hat says “Alcatraz” in big white letters and she sports a badge made for her by Ruyi that says “Officer Yako”.

[beckstriad]

Part 2 - All Trussed Up

Mac’s Masterlist

Mac finds himself on the losing end of a scrimmage, and someone wanting him alive for some payback for previous insults.

Taipan cắn / Canners - The gang Mac and his boyfriend Lee Jerkass belong to

Jackdaws - the opposing gang that Salvador Pierce and Tobias Davian run

All characters except Mac are OCs of @lettuceknighted

CW: the usual whump assortment of beatings, whipping (kinda), tied up, gang violence. Also Mac using uncharacteristic lewd names

TW: taser, Dehumanization (terms used as insults, no forced enactment)

[750 Words]

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As he desperately savoured each breath, Mac noticed Salv-, no, Sweetcheeks, was gone. Mac refused to call him by his name or give him the recognition he deserved, not after what he said about Lee last time. He was starting to think he might regret that decision as he half hung there, hearing Angel leave as well. Whoever wanted him alive, it probably wasn’t in his best interest.

Something metal slammed into his back and he shouted from surprise as much as pain. Several more times whatever it was sluggishly whipped his back, bruising and cutting with dull edges and leaving odd welts. Managing to not shout out for the rest of the strikes, Mac heard something dragging from behind as Tobias slunk into view with jumper cables draped over his shoulders.

“Hey again, remember me?”

“Puddin’.” Mac knew he’d regret it but couldn’t stop himself. That damn cat’s grin needed to get wiped off his face and for a brief second, it ticked downwards.

Then it widened, “yea see, remember Salvador mentioned your manners? I’m here to teach you some. You should thank me,” a battery was dropped beside him by some lackey before they were left alone again, “Angel was going to put you down. She called first though, and I said ‘bring the dog in I wanna collar him.’ And here you are.”

Dog. The rope around his neck felt nothing like a metal collar but the powerless position Mac was in rang too close to the past, too close to when he’d been called that in the fighting pit.

“Forget it.”

Tobias faked a frown, “but you haven’t heard what the deal is. I’ll tell you, don’t worry it’s simple; you just have to beg for your life, and thank Salvador Pierce for it.” Mac seemed to be waiting for more, so Tobias finished with “and we’ll let you go.”

“That easy?”

“That easy. So simple even you can understand.”

“Please, ah’m beggin’ ya to sp-” Faster than he could react to, Tobias had a knife tip under Mac’s jaw, tipping his eyes back so they looked straight up into the furious stare as he towered over the man on his knees.

“No no no. Not like that. That’s too easy, you didn’t have any emphasis on it. I want you pathetic, undone, begging.” Spinning the blade so it broke the skin and gently plied into the soft spot beneath “I want you desperate.” His voice hissed as he finished his demands, reaching for the jumper cables.

“Not gonna work” Mac said as Tobias tilted his head, “just movie stuff.” They had to be doing something else to the other guy, Mac had been around trucks enough to know how the battery worked.

Amusement lifted an eyebrow, “oh? Looks like you’re not as dumb as you act.”

“Thank ye.” Mac grunted as another alligator clip viciously slammed into him, striking his collarbone and drawing blood. Before he could say something else, Tobias slammed the clips into him a few more times. It hurt, but he’d taken worse.

“I find tasers so much more convenient, batteries are so heavy after all.” Mac’s eyes hardened as Tobias crept closer “so many places to stick this, so many ways to make you beg me to stop.” Flicking a thin rod to full length, he struck the bulbed end across Mac’s face but was only met with a glare.

If Mac wasn’t worried about just trying to survive, he would have been worried about what a fractured cheekbone or jaw would mean in the morning. Instead he was blinded with pain as Tobias struck him again and again across the face with the small but brutal wand. Delicate like his knives and like the man, Mac thought it suited him. He waited for the cruel twist that would have to follow.

He wasn’t expecting the rod to get jammed in his mouth, teeth slamming into cold metal as his jaw seized around it. Tobias didn’t let off the trigger until a squeal erupted from the lesser man. He laughed as Mac tried to collapse, instead choking on the rope around his neck.

“Ready to give in?”

Taking a breath in so he could speak, Mac huffed it out as a piece of pipe slammed across his back. Someone was behind him that he couldn’t see, and they took turns with Tobias to make sure every one of his ribs got special attention. Tobias made sure to take the time to pause and let the taser constrict the muscles painfully around bruises and tears and fractures.

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[captainseamech]

@rage-reloaded

POV you're about to get fucking tased

//wait what?

SCREAMS

[vcnessamorgcn]

Vanessa Morgan deserves to be trEATed like a queen and I would happily do it.

If you’re not between my legs very soon then I’m going to be severely disappointed, Leigh-Anne.