To be ruined to satisfy another’s desire

OOO this is so beautifully awful for my poor baby. He had just been such a good boy!

A direct continuation to this

CW// suggestive, dehumanization, implied previous dubcon, pet whump, manhandling, tied up, fear, noncon bondage, whumpee turned whumper, intimate whumper.

The boy almost faints at the mere proposition.

His hands still ache from being kept in the leather mittens for a whole day and you´re saying you want him to get mad at him? On purpose?

He can't wrap his throbbing head around it. Light becomes so annoying after being in the dark for so long.

This time his Master even brought him clothes and soothing cream for where the ropes burnt his wrists! He can't do that! He even rubbed it for him...

He is certain he will regret this absolutely, but he carries through it as if he was a ragdoll being pulled by invisible strings.

When his Master stands up and turns around to put the cream back into a plastic container, he tangles his legs around him and pulls him close. The clothes are laying on a chair nearby, still, so he can feel his warmth in his bare skin, giving him goosebumps when he realizes he's reaching down, pulling his arms around his neck before he nibbles at his earlobe.

Oohhh

Sorry this got spicy 🥵

CW// dubcon, pet whump, conditioning, fucky mental space, bondage, intimate whumper, Seggs toys, nsfw, mentioned past noncon and torture, mentioned facility whump, cigarette and cig burns, choking, sensory depravation, nudity, leashes, dehumanization and captivity.

Sann stares at you for a moment before jerking his jaw.

“As if that were to make him think that” he says to himself as he stands up to complete the order.

He’s shaking as he opens the drawer where his master keeps all his toys. After a quick, careful inspection, he takes his two favorites: the red rope and the leather hood.

Then, he walks to the one tiny drawer inside the closet to fish out a black harness.

His clothes, thin and light, fall to the ground with a dry thud before he starts to work the buckles around his torso and legs.

He fails a few times and clicks his tongue at each of them before he walks outside the closet and goes through the front door, not forgetting to clip his leash to his collar in his way to the basement.

Some people used to stare at him as he walked the halls half naked. Some would taint and pull on his leash playfully, but after so long, after the last person who touched him got fired, they barely even bat an eye as they see him walk past.

He’s more of a ghost than a pet, really.

Quiet, barely seen, barely heard even if his steps make the wood on the basement crack.

Sann knows the mattress, the muddy smell and the cold so well already, he doesn’t shiver. Or so he tells himself as he sets the ropes on place. Ready for his Master to grab them and tie him up. The pet tries to remember if his Master smelled of weed in the morning and nods to himself as he hesitantly puts down the hood over the mattress.

He hopes…but he swallows it.

His Master doesn’t want to see him.

He never does.

He knows, but that is a flame that refuses to go cold as the rest of him.

I´m still so not done with this and I´m deep in creative block but here! have some little sneak peak! hope you like it.

CW// Pet whump, modern slavery, bbu, dehumanization, captivity, collars, intimate whumper, dubcon touch, slight choking and mute whumpee.

At it, the pet looked up at him before a warm hand cupped his face. They stared at each other in silence for a second.

“You haven´t forgotten who you belong to, have you?” The man stated, twisting a strand of brown hair between his fingers.

Sann looked down, and taking his hand, he pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Then he pressed kisses into the man´s digits before looking at him through his eyelashes. With Robert, his body did the talk.

Satisfied, the man rubbed his thumb over his cheek and the boy leaned his head on it. Sensing it not enough, Sann took the man's hand on his own and softly, slowly, pulled it to the collar on his neck, knowing perfectly well the man would hook a finger under the leather and pull him close into another deep kiss.

When they pulled away, Robert tugged on his collar, choking him slightly.

“That's right. Me”

“Yours” Sann mouthed back before Robert tangled their arms together and dragged a hollow-faced Sann to his car.

Here have a little snippet!

CW//NSFW, s3x toys, pet whump, implied abuse and dubcon.

Sann followed the lead the man´s fingers traced for him not needing softly whispered orders.

He knew disobedience only gave him more reasons to break him and Sann was so tired of trying to glue himself back together.

With foggy eyes, he laid down on the bed in position 34 as ordered. Scrunching his eyes and gripping tight on the sheets as the plug was inserted and the strap´s buckles fastened tightly. Just as he was about to incorporate again a thrill ripped out a wheezy moan out of him. It took him a few second of blinding bliss to recognize the buzzing of the toy his Master had chosen for the night. After a minute of attempting to stand up on weak knees, Sann finally managed to stay up, face blushed and shiny as he tried to keep himself from humping on the bed.

Enjoying his eagerness, Robert kept an strong rhythm as he dressed him. Once he was done, Robert clipped his leash and walked out of his room with a panting, flushed red Sann clinging to one of his arms.

Sann barely even reacted when Robert planted a kiss to the side of his head.