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@violent-ultraviolet
kaey biting off the mouth guard and forcing the muzzle down his face, leaving his face scuffed and scraped and a little bloody, and spitting out the mouthpiece. all while crying of course. out of anger, out of pain, out of desperation. he hates that fucking thing.
cw noncon, branding
thinking about kostas assaulting kaey in feral!au, kaey in a muzzle and shock collar, pinned down. halfway through kostas leans in and says "just tell me to stop and I will" because he knows kaey can't say anything. like in general I imagine hes often like "you just need to say no" and "you know you can say no, that's all you need to say".
but kaey biting through the muzzle, somehow managing to get it off / down enough to speak, and telling him to stop. kostas is shocked, but ends up using the shock collar on him, thinking it'll shut him up, but it just causes kaey to beg more desperately for him to stop.
until kostas eventually does stop and leaves. kaey curling up into a ball, crying. touching his own face, rubbing his throat/neck, shaking and spasming. I think its after this that kostas brands kaey, to remind him "who he belongs to" and that he doesn't get to say no because its not his choice to make. and ofc both aleksey and kostas punish him for escaping his muzzle.
oh and also feral!kaey has so many cigarette burns on his body. some of them are from aleksey (and he has these in general) but most come from kostas smoking a cigarette after assaulting or torturing him. they're predominantly across his shoulders and the top part of his chest and back, but he has some on his arm and hand, as well as between his legs.
oh and, kostas is 100% a sadist. torture almost always ends with him assaulting kaey, though sometimes (rarely) its reversed and the torture comes afterwards. he takes great pleasure in being able to use kaey and the rest of his staff.
I've had this scene rattling around in my head for awhile, kaey struggling to remove the muzzle. not as tidy as I would like but I am pleased overall ! feral!au kaey and a rather sinister aleksey.
when he wakes up his head is pounding. laying on his back, he opens his eyes to bright light overhead. blinking, he raises a hand to shield his face, then turns his head aside as he makes sense of his current situation. it is only then that he becomes aware of something hard on his face - pressure around his nose and cheeks, something wedged between his teeth and compressing his tongue. when he attempts to work his jaw he finds it restricted, and then the panic sets it.
both hands fly to his face, eyes shut tight as he assesses. the lower part of his face is encased in a hard but seemingly pliable material, secured behind his head by a band that he can find no way to remove. a gag, a mask. a muzzle.
tears bite at the corners of his eyes as he struggles onto his side, then his stomach, and finally on his hands and knees. his breath comes quickly, harshly, and he must fight the part of his brain that insists he is suffocating. in fact his breathing did not feel impeded at all, though awkward beneath the layers of whatever the mask was made of.
"you'll get used to it in time, I'm sure." the voice comes from a corner of the room. kaey bolts upright, scrabbling backwards, away. eyes rising, he finally sees the man leaning against the wall, watching. he is finally aware of the room he is in, all metal and - bigger than he remembered. where there once had been bars, there was now nothing separating him from aleksey. the man seems to understand this realization, grinning. "no need for bars when the rabid dog can't bite. might even get your own room now, instead of a cell."
he takes a drag off a cigarette, and kaey can see his hand is wrapped in bandages. his own handiwork, with teeth marks concealed beneath those wrappings. the last thing he remembered was... "if you behave, that is. and you will behave, won't you ? or else I have more ideas for how we can contain your feral beast." he flicks the cigarette away and straightens, begins to slowly approach him.
kaey pulls himself backwards, until his back hits the wall, and flinches against the contact. with nowhere else to go, his hands once again find the edges of the mask and desperately search for release. head still spinning, heart pounding in his chest, he tries to pry it away from his face, tears streaming now in both pain and panic.
until aleksey is standing before him, then crouching on his level. and their eyes meet for a brief moment before kaey flinches away, turning his head away as the man reaches for him. a hand cups his chin, but doesn't force him to turn back. "not so fierce now that you've been gagged, are you ?" the tone is thoughtful, but when the hand does jerk, turning kaey back to face him, his eyes are hard.
"now that we've tamed the wild animal in you lets begin again, shall we ? you will listen, you will behave, you will do as you are told. you will be rewarded for admirable performance, and punished for anything otherwise. you will earn your privileges, and your mask will be removed at my discretion until you've proven yourself trustworthy. if you ever do so. nod now if you understand." kaey nods, quick and curt, and the man smiles. "fantastic."
but then his face falls, and he tilts kaeys head first one way, then the other, as if examining the mask, his face. he frowns, and his next words send ice down kaeys spine. "pity. I was looking forward to hearing you scream in the coming days."
Whumper forcing their fingers deep into whumpee's mouth until they choke and gag, over and over. Over time whumpee learns how to breathe past the intrusion, and their gag reflex is slowly trained out.
"I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whumper tells them in between sessions. "You'll thank me later."
yknow there’s something to be said for a Whumpee who, no matter how many times they’ve been hurt or how long they’ve been in their situation, continues to beg or fight or resist in some way
not because they necessarily think they can stop or overpower Whumper. In fact, maybe by now they know that they can’t
but because there’s still a stubborn little voice inside of them saying, this is WRONG, I don’t deserve this, nobody deserves this!
and they feel like that’s one of the only things that’s keeping them human
Whumper who's determined to make whumpee come over and over again until they're sobbing from overstimulation, begging whumper to stop (they do not). Bonus points if whumper uses this to tease whumpee about how wet/hard they are
whumpee can't even fight anymore. any ability to struggle, to try to force whumper off of them, is long since gone. they're exhausted and trembling violently, their body damp with sweat, and tears, and... other things. their whole body feels wrung out. they especially feel wrung out at the peak of their thighs, hot and uncomfortable and sensitive and aching. it hurts.
whumper is stimulating them, it should feel good, it did feel good no matter how much whumpee tried not to let it feel good. and it does. the pleasure is still there, sparks of arousal shooting through their exhausted, desperate body, but more than that it hurts and they don't want it.
they've done it already. they gave whumper what they wanted, they came, they came three fucking times already, it's been over an hour and whumper still won't-
"stop," whumpee begs. sobs. the rhythmic thrusting of whumper between their legs, the buzz of the toy stimulating them even further, expertly driving them towards another peak they don't want as if being forced to march with a gun to their head towards a destination they're terrified to each, doesn't even slow for a second. "stop. please. please, i c- can't do it again, i-" they break off into a humiliating moan that dissolves into heaving sobs. "please stop, please stop, please stop, stop."
"but look how much you like this," whumper coos at them. they put the vibrator down for a moment, stop their thrusts with their dick/strap as deep inside whumpee as possible, cupping them where they're wet/hard, covered in their own fluids. "i can feel how much you like this. you obviously want more. and lucky for you, i'm in a generous mood today."
Whumpee only behaving when Caretaker's in the room.
A nightmare hospital patient, resisting, struggling and uncooperative until caretaker walks in.
On team meetings, they're difficult, heated and argumentative from start to finish, until caretaker joins and they're all like:
Whumper slapping the back of Whumpee's head every time they walk past them
Living Weapons trained to be nothing violent. Train them to lash out and tear at anybody who isn't their handlers. They bite and kill anything else that moves.
And have it follow them after they're rescued. Have them bite their tongue and make it bleed whenever someone gets close. Have them get bouts of violence, where they WANT to lash out at their caretaker, so they lock themselves away until it passes.
Overly violent living weapons <3
Scheming Whumpees who think they have Whumper bested, that they're sneaky. Who get proud and cocky and reckless.
So sure that they won't be caught.
Whumper who lets it slip that they've known what Whumpee was doing from the start. Whumper who let Whumpee think they hid it good.
Whumpee who comes to the shattering realisation that they have only managed to betray Whumper because Whumper *allowed* them to.
It's just that bit of Whumper stealing the facade of autonomy they had, you know
Whumpee who's been kneeling for a while trying to rise, only to fail as their knees give out, or sudden dizziness sets in.
No-pressure prompt: The moment a formerly defiant whumpee gives up. Whumper is delighted and rewards them with gentler treatment. Does it give Whumpee the break they needed to start fighting back again, or does it just reinforce Whumper’s conditioning as intended?
Oooh I like! I'm gonna do both versions
Whumpee fights back:
"Okay. Okay. Enough. I'll....I'll do it."
The words echoed in Whumpee's head. They'd been torn from their throat before they'd even had time to think them through, what they meant. Whumper, at least, had stilled at once. The feeling of fire raining down on Whumpee's skin had faded, even just a little, enough so they could breathe.
"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
The restraints were released. Whumpee caught their breath, flexed their muscles. A water bottle was thrust in front of them.
"For good behavior."
Like they were a dog. Humiliation stung, but Whumpee took the bottle and gulped water down their achingly dry throat. Now that they had free range of motion, they eased themselves back, looked around the room fully. Where the doors were. What items could potentially be used as weapons. The way Whumper's posture had relaxed somewhat, as if Whumpee's words had signaled the end of something.
Whumpee took a deep breath and sipped more water, savoring the way it seemed to reinvigorate their sore muscles. This wasn't the end yet. Not how Whumper thought it was.
Whumpee really gives in:
"Okay. Okay. Enough. I'll....I'll do it."
The words came out choked, frantic, desperation finally overriding Whumpee's pride.
"Ask nicely."
Another wave of pain, this one so bad that Whumpee couldn't even scream. Their back arched off the table, throat locking up until they could howl --
"PLEASE!"
Whumper's chuckle filled the space around them.
"Very good. I knew you'd come around."
And they stopped. They actually stopped.
Relief washed over Whumpee like water over fire. Every muscle trembled as Whumper finally undid the restraints that had kept Whumpee in place for every second of the torture. Done. Done. Over. Safe.
"Don't forget your manners."
"Thank you," Whumpee said immediately. They were words that Whumpee would have never dreamed of saying to Whumper not long ago, but every cell in their body screamed to make the reprieve last as long as possible.
Whumpee flinched slightly as they felt something touch their burning, bloodied skin. A warm, wet cloth, applied with uncharacteristic gentleness by Whumper. It felt..... nice. Soothing. Comforting. Without necessarily meaning to, Whumpee leaned into the touch. Whumper chuckled again.
"There it is. We can be nice with each other, can't we?"
Whumpee nodded, exhausted. Compliance meant no pain. Submission meant the smallest amount of comfort. The equations were already being etched into their mind, and they'd do whatever it took to let this moment last.
“Shh. Easy, easy. Hey, look at me. Don't cry. It's okay. Just breathe. Easy does it. You're being so brave... yes, there we go. Good, very good.
...I knew you could take it.”
Living weapon/slave/pet whumpee realizing they don’t have any baby pictures or their lost teeth or anything of their childhood at all. They barely remember it, and so it feels like they just, came into existence fully formed.
Feeling sick looking at other peoples pictures and realize that’s what a kid looked like, that’s what they looked like, while they were being “trained”, how could someone do that to a kid?
Not being able to understand references to movies or books or cartoons because they never did anything other than training, even their education was deadened and cold. After all, what would a kids book mean to a kid that never got to be one?
Hearing caretaker talk about their “inner child” and being confused because it didn’t feel like they had one. They felt like it was too late, that their inner child was snuffed out. Or that they were still just a child in some ways, confused and scared and out of their depth.
Confused when people do things for them without expectation. They had no experience with love of any kind, but especially not the giving, generous, selfless love that might come from a parent or guardian. It makes them uncomfortable, to be cared for. It throws into stark relief all that had been missing in their life, disrupts their sense of the world, but also… it feels good. Like getting into a hot bath after being out in the snow.
Whumpee who, when offered something they want- or even something they need -asks in the quietest, most politely timid voice: “Please, may I?”
[slaps living weapon] this bad boy can fit so much autism coding
Whumpee that flinches at their own name
