a little noncon whump scenario beneath the cut
😂Well, Danny has a special place i my heart since his story is the first whump story I ever read❤️. So no more hurting pls🥺
Hmmm who should we sacrifice?…..👀
Marco? No, wait he‘s not yours he‘s card-games-and-pain‘s. Does that still count? Luke could do the whumping…
I don't think @card-games-and-pain will mind me borrowing Marco and Lee for a wee little moment...
CW: EXPLICIT noncon, forced to watch, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, restraints, aftermath of drugging, cannot overstate enough the EXPLICIT bit, sadistic whumper, pet whump, 18+ I warned you damn it
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Marco's little husband stares up at him with burning eyes, which only makes Luke smile wider, brushing the backs of his knuckles tenderly down the little whore's cheek. Lee bites down hard on the gag, jerking his arms against the padded leather cuffs that so gently, comfortably keep wrist locked to elbow at each side. He's done the same to his ankles and thighs. There's nothing Lee can do, can even begin to do, to free himself. Not like this.
He even has a collar, brown leather to match his eyes, a thin band that nonetheless is buckled and locked around his neck, with a metal tag sitting in the hollow of his throat.
Lee's reads Beautiful. Marco has a matching in one that reads Gorgeous.
"Don't pout so much," He murmurs, amused, letting fingertips trail down the side of Lee's neck, toying with the collar, pulling it taut and letting it snap back. "I know you didn't want that extra glass of wine at dinner. Tasted too bitter, didn't it? You guessed, didn't you? Before your head hit the table, you knew I fucked you up, huh?"
Lee's eyes are locked on his. He jerks his chin down in a furious nod.
"Because of Marco showing it first? He got sloppy drunk too fast, didn't he?"
behavior modification, part twenty-two
master list here. picks up where part twenty-one left off. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. thanks to my @oddsconvert and @darkthingshappen for the sprints that led to this getting turned out so quickly.
content warnings for: EXPLICIT noncon, conditioned whumpee, intimate whumpers, physical violence, broken bones, blood, negative self-talk, loss of consciousness, adult language
part twenty-two, a job well done
Jack spends the night in his basement cage, and Ivan does not clean him up. When he wakes to the sound of Ivan’s footsteps on the cement, his skin feels stiff and tacky, his hair brittle and ropey. But he doesn’t hurt. Not really. He’s used to it, isn’t he?
behavior modification, part twenty-one
content warnings for: EXPLICIT noncon/dubcon, noncon drugging, forced nudity, cages, conditioned whumpee, multiple whumpers, intimate whumpers, bbu/bbu-adjacent, psychological whump
part twenty-one, easier
It gets easier.
Jack doesn’t know how, but he does know why. It has to get easier, or there will never be any relief. It was the same with Bill, with all the others; the more he fought, the worse everything hurt. And this, this “arrangement” with Ivan is never going to end. He may still have his name, he may not have been obliterated by the Drip, but Jack is property of WRU now. Just as he was always meant to be.
He is good. Sweet. Compliant. He is an instrument of pleasure, and he serves his master well.
And so, it gets easier because it has to. It’s the only way he can face his future, such as it is.
behavior modification, part twenty-one
content warnings for: EXPLICIT noncon/dubcon, noncon drugging, forced nudity, cages, conditioned whumpee, multiple whumpers, intimate whumpers, bbu/bbu-adjacent, psychological whump
part twenty-one, easier
It gets easier.
Jack doesn’t know how, but he does know why. It has to get easier, or there will never be any relief. It was the same with Bill, with all the others; the more he fought, the worse everything hurt. And this, this “arrangement” with Ivan is never going to end. He may still have his name, he may not have been obliterated by the Drip, but Jack is property of WRU now. Just as he was always meant to be.
He is good. Sweet. Compliant. He is an instrument of pleasure, and he serves his master well.
And so, it gets easier because it has to. It’s the only way he can face his future, such as it is.
i want to see will's eventual rescue!!! :D:D:D
Do you, @hold-him-down? Here you go...
part of the kennel. set a year after will and tommy's disappearance. tommy and annie have been free for nearly six months; will has been sold away to whumper extraordinaire, pat deangelis, whom you'll get to know here. master list here.
content warnings for: extreme dehumanization, depersonalization, derealization, pet whump, references to noncon, noncon body modification, references to organ harvesting, forced nudity, collars, electrocution, captivity whump, creepy whumper, conditioned whumpee, thoughts of death, adult language
will's rescue, he's coming home
There is some awareness. The mutt knows that he exists. He is real. And at the same time, he isn’t real at all. The pain he feels is real. The feeling of Pat’s knife blade against his skin, the grinding pressure of the bolts in his jaw, the wet heat that seeps from deep inside after he’s used; he feels it all. But then, he doesn’t.
He isn’t–he can’t. He isn’t himself. There is no self to be. Not anymore. There is sensation and there is darkness and there is nothing in between. Everything happens to the body that used to belong to someone with a name, someone that people knew, but someone that no one cared very much about. No one will ever care for him again. That much he knows. It’s easier to retreat into the darkness than to entertain the thought that someone might love him. He’s not meant to think anyway. So he doesn’t. He won’t.
There is a man with Pat when feeding time comes. The syringe is full of the usual brown slop, but the mutt doesn’t care. He takes what he can get. When Pat lifts the lid on his tank, he scooches dutifully onto his ruined back. He’s still bleeding from yesterday, but he can’t really feel it; so much of what used to be skin is scar tissue now. His nerves are dead.
He thinks he might be dead soon too. He isn’t sure he knows how to look forward to it, but there’s something comforting, knowing that, soon, the darkness won’t be interrupted by any more pain.
“You got a visitor, pup,” Pat says dryly.
The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Christmas, Part 1 (Of 2)
Thanks again to the AMAZING @whumpcereal for being the BEST BETA IN THE WORLD!!!!! And to my always whumperful crew @oddsconvert @sparrowsage @quietly-by-myself for always giving me the best support and encouragement.
Content Warning for this Chapter: NONCON!!!! Threats, gaslighting, torture, toys, forced pleasure, edging, etc. You get the picture. Volkov is his usual horrible, creative self for Christmas.
Yes, I have been sitting on this monstrosity since before Christmas. I know I'm forgetting some tags, so if I missed you, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! (Tag's list at the bottom.)
Ben’s breathing came in short staccato gasps. It was Christmas Eve. Volkov told him he’d have some new toys on Christmas morning, and Ben, for the first time in his life, had dreaded the day’s arrival.
Merry Christmas, Benny! Here's the absolute worst day of your life by far. Poor kid can never ever catch a break! Can fucking krampus Volkov not give it a rest for one day - go drink some vodka and piss off for a few hours.
For real though, this makes you wanna squirm. Volkov is such a vile piece of work, he puts Benny through unimaginable hell. When he thinks about his family and what they're having </3 poor sweet little thing. And when he just submissively nods, it just breaks me. And you know its gonna get so much worse from here. The fact that Volkov's bed is better than the christmas tree.
behavior modification, jack's recovery
part of behavior modification (masterlist here). takes place after lightning glass, and references events during jack's captivity, specifically this piece with vile whumper bill chester.
content warnings for: EXPLICIT noncon, references to previous CSA, threats of noncon body modification, knives and related injuries, bbu/bbu-adjacent, intimate whumper, some blood, brief suicidal ideation, consensual spice, adult language
jack's recovery, a special secret
“What do you want, Jackie?”
The question still makes Jack’s heart stop. It’s been the better part of a year; he should know it’s okay to want. And he does, in theory. It’s just hard to remember sometimes. But it’s easier when he looks at Joe.
behavior modification, jack's recovery
part of behavior modification (masterlist here). takes place after lightning glass, and references events during jack's captivity, specifically this piece with vile whumper bill chester.
content warnings for: EXPLICIT noncon, references to previous CSA, threats of noncon body modification, knives and related injuries, bbu/bbu-adjacent, intimate whumper, some blood, brief suicidal ideation, consensual spice, adult language
jack's recovery, a special secret
“What do you want, Jackie?”
The question still makes Jack’s heart stop. It’s been the better part of a year; he should know it’s okay to want. And he does, in theory. It’s just hard to remember sometimes. But it’s easier when he looks at Joe.
the kennel, part nineteen
NOTE: I swear to goodness I am working on Jacky and Joe, but this just came out today, so here it is.
part of the kennel (masterlist here).
content warnings for: EXPLICIT NONCON, extreme dehumanization, extreme pet whump, filmed whump, creepy/intimate whumper, human trafficking, forced nudity, cages, restraints, collars, threatened electrocution, dissociation
part nineteen, reduced to an object
They leave Will in his cage for days.
Well, that’s not quite true. He hears the door open and shut, feels Annie’s feathersoft touch on the sole of his foot, but he doesn’t let himself stir. Or maybe, he doesn’t even think about it. Maybe he just doesn’t move because he can’t. Like, he cried himself into oblivion after Annie cleaned him up, and now there’s nothing left.
Maybe it’s better that way.
the kennel master list
Will and Tommy are headed on an ill-advised camping trip when they encounter some car trouble. Luckily, Doc Barker is there with a tow and some hot coffee. But when Will wakes at Doc Barker's place the next morning, he realizes that he and Tommy have far more than car trouble on their hands.
Please see individual chapters for detailed and specific content warnings. This story will be heavy on humiliation and dehumanization and may eventually contain noncon elements [*]; proceed with caution!
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part one: on the road
part two: caged
part three: champ
part four: rise and shine
part five: good boy
part six: whipping boy
part seven: squeaky clean
part eight: red for romantic
part nine: in pieces
part ten: speak
part eleven: a perfect puppy*
part twelve: betrayal *
part thirteen: surprise*
part fourteen: in hell*
part fifteen: something like relief
part sixteen: take it like a champ*
part seventeen: a part of it
part x/flash forward: room to build
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post-rescue content
will's early recovery: tender first aid
will's early recovery: thankful
will's recovery: hope house
will's recovery: first date (a prelude)
annie's recovery: first date (a prelude)
tommy's recovery: first date (a prelude)
the kennel, part sixteen
part of the kennel (masterlist here). occurs simultaneously with this piece. please proceed with extreme caution. this is very graphic, and i don't even know where i found the words. poor tommy is going through it.
content warnings for: EXPLICIT NONCON, references to past noncon, forced nudity, extreme dehumanization, extreme pet whump, filmed whump, refrences to human trafficking, guilt, brief suicidal ideation, adult language
part sixteen, take it like a champ
Tommy waits in the center of the glass box. There’s nothing else he can do. Doc has him rigged up in a way he’s never been before, a wide leather belt cinched just under his ribs and tethered to a taut cord hanging from the ceiling. He has to stay on his hands and knees to counterbalance the tension, like a dog heeling to its master.
And that’s what Tommy’s doing, isn’t it? That’s what Tommy is now. A dog. An obedient little pet.
Except he isn’t as obedient as he should be. That’s why Doc made him hurt Will. Because Tommy fought when he shouldn’t have.
the kennel, part sixteen
part of the kennel (masterlist here). occurs simultaneously with this piece. please proceed with extreme caution. this is very graphic, and i don't even know where i found the words. poor tommy is going through it.
content warnings for: EXPLICIT NONCON, references to past noncon, forced nudity, extreme dehumanization, extreme pet whump, filmed whump, refrences to human trafficking, guilt, brief suicidal ideation, adult language
part sixteen, take it like a champ
Tommy waits in the center of the glass box. There’s nothing else he can do. Doc has him rigged up in a way he’s never been before, a wide leather belt cinched just under his ribs and tethered to a taut cord hanging from the ceiling. He has to stay on his hands and knees to counterbalance the tension, like a dog heeling to its master.
And that’s what Tommy’s doing, isn’t it? That’s what Tommy is now. A dog. An obedient little pet.
Except he isn’t as obedient as he should be. That’s why Doc made him hurt Will. Because Tommy fought when he shouldn’t have.
Will 🫶
If you could have talked, if there were no repercussions, what would you have said to Tommy all those times Doc forced him to hurt you, if anything at all?
Would you have told him you understood? Or begged him?
"I mean, I did understand. I do. I do understand. I know--I know that he--he didn't--he didn't want it. I know that. I do."
He looks down at his lap. Sometimes, it's still strange to see fabric where there should be skin.
"But I--is it bad if I--if I would have b-I mean, asked him to stop? I know that he might not have been able to. He told me--he told me that Doc said he'd kill me if Tommy didn't, well, you know. But I--I think that might have been my choice? You know? I mean, you probably don't know. Why would you? But if I could have--if Doc had just--I think--I think I would have wanted that."
He starts to raise his head, and then seems to think better of it.
"Don't tell Tommy? But I would have begged for Doc to kill me instead. Sometimes, I wish he had. But I guess that's not really what you asked, is it?"
the kennel, part fourteen
part of the kennel (masterlist here), immediately follows this piece. this is very dark and graphic, so please, exercise caution. read those content warnings, and be kind to yourself!
content warnings for: EXPLICIT NONCON, mutual noncon, noncon use of toys, restraints, and gags, forced nudity, brief suicidal ideation, emeto mention, references to scarring and forced weight loss, electric shock, unconsciousness, extreme dehumanization, filmed whump, pet whump, creepy/intimate whumper, adult language
part fourteen, in hell
Will can’t think. Maybe that’s the only thought he has–that he can’t have thoughts at all. What’s happening–it’s too much to think about.
Things like this don’t happen.
the kennel, part thirteen
part of the kennel (masterlist here); picks up immediately after this piece.
content warnings for: EXPLICIT NONCON (for real, okay), noncon use of gags, restraints, and toys, extreme dehumanization, pet whump, filmed whump, creepy/intimate whumper, cages, references to food deprivation, shock collars, adult language
part thirteen, surprise
Will hasn’t spoken in almost three weeks.
Well, mostly. Doc likes to command him to “Speak!” every now and again, just for shits and giggles, and Will does what he’s told. A few shocks are easier to take than the whip. And Tommy must be doing what Doc tells him, because Will hasn’t been whipped again. Not yet, anyway.
Heads Up, Seven Up
I was tagged by @littleperilstories
Tagging: @i-can-even-burn-salad (full circle :D) @whumpcereal (this is a shameless plug for a sneak peek of the next kennel chapter 😅) No pressure, of course! <33
Rules: last seven lines of whatever you're working on you want :D
I've already shared a bunch from the final AU chapter (coming friday!) So have a reminder that Resh was the one tortured in canon and is now having issues (from ch.1 of Arc 2).
Also, I can't even follow my own modified rules, so have 13 lines instead of 7 :')
"Whatsa matter with ya, kid?" the drunk man slurred. "Can' talk, wearin’ fuckin' strange ass clothes like that in summer… don' want freaks like you in our town, ya hear?" The other men at the bar didn't look up, but Resh heard them grunt their approval. Resh pulled on his arm, but the drunk fuck was surprisingly strong. Let go, Resh tried to say, forgetting nothing would come out. The man laughed as he stood, getting right up in Resh's face. His breath was awful, and Resh started to push him off when the man's eyes caught his attention. Dark green. Like Marcus' eyes. A frisson of fear skittered down Resh's spine, and he froze, unable to look away. The drunk shoved him back against the bar. Resh gasped when the edge of the counter dug into his back, and his heart rate kicked up. "Oh," the man chortled. "You can hear the air escape anyhow."
Well, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, if you insist...
And it’s about to happen. Doc leaves Will stranded in the center of the box, and he moves to Tommy. Already, Doc’s tapping at his phone; the whirring inside stops, and Tommy’s restraints begin to slacken. Tommy can’t hold himself up, not with the echo of the vibrations still shorting his nerves, but Doc catches him before he falls.
“You’re going to stand, Champ,” Doc whispers in Tommy’s ear. “You’re going to stand, and you are going to use that mutt’s mouth for target practice.”
“Nnnnn,” Tommy protests weakly, but he already knows that he cannot refuse.
...hoping to post very soon. This might be a two-parter.
tagging: @oddsconvert, @sparrowsage, @darkthingshappen, @hold-him-down