Box Boy Bangs

CW: physical abuse, abusive language, temper flares, possessive + creepy whumper, manipulation, gaslighting, codependent whumpee, slavery, brainwashing

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Soren bit his lip, staring at the mirror. He tossed his hair one way, then the other, staring at his part contemplatively. He combed it down in front of his face and pinched it around the level of his eyebrows, and pulled the rest out of the way of his eyes, imagining how he might look with bangs.

He thought it’d be cute.

He’d had this hairstyle for months, now, and didn’t want to get boring with his appearance. Of course, he knew his owner preferred long hair, all the specialized products and the frequency that they ran their fingers through it were more than evident. But bangs could be charming, and he really liked Ren’s bangs. Maybe they could be matching! The idea warmed Soren.

He combed through his hair real quick, splitting the part again, and left his bedroom. He scratched at his birthmark as he went down the stairs, and looked for Ren. They were in the living room, their laptop sitting open to the side, linked up to the tv where that one youtuber they liked was showing off disciplinary measures with their box boy. Soren didn’t care much for the Host, but they were a good reminder that he should be grateful for Ren.

“Hello angel,” Ren said distractedly, lifting their arm, and Soren plopped down on the couch, snuggling in against their side. He closed his eyes and felt them pet at his hair, silently pleased. He’d bring up the idea of a haircut later, when Ren was done. He wouldn’t interrupt them or take away from what they were doing. He was a good pet.

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“You’re a little bit possessive of me sometimes.”

“Who told you that? Who have you been talking to?”

“My little pet…” The whumper dragged a rough finger down the whumpee’s face, tracing the drying lines of blood and fading bruises. Drousy and unfocused, the whumpee pressed themselves closer to the whumper, watching the morning light drench them both in apricot orange. The whumper pressed their cheek to the whumpee’s bloodied hair, humming softly into their ear. 

“Mine.” 

Box Boy Ballet Class

(CW: dehumanization, slavery, creepy + intimate whumper, brainwashing, implied noncon)

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Athletic pants suited Soren.

Of course, Ren was of the opinion that everything suited Soren, but, as they drove him to his Wednesday evening ballet class, they found themself really appreciating how he looked in a tanktop and athletic pants. The ponytail was super cute, too.

When the retail store came into view, Ren heard Soren’s sharp inhale, and glanced over to find his eyes blown wide and fearful. “Baby?” Ren asked sweetly.

“I, I…” Soren started, voice trembling, and then his hand snapped up to his collar, releasing a deep, slow breath.

“I’m yours,” he said, calmer, “You’re not sending me back, this is just for classes, I’m yours.”

“You’re mine,” Ren assured, squeezing his thigh.

Soren didn’t let go of his collar as they pulled into the lot, or as Ren parked, or even as he got out of the car. In fact, he kept one hand on the collar until they were in the studio. One wall was lined with mirrors, and there was a small waiting area behind a wall with windows from the hips-up. Ren handed Soren over to the ballet instructor, a babe and another box boy already there, and Ren set up their computer on a small one-person table in the waiting area. 

The classes weren’t anything spectacular, especially since Soren was so, so new to athletics, so Ren mostly just sat in the comfortable office chair and dicked around on their computer. The only real point of interest was when the instructor was scolding Soren and reached out to physically correct his posture.

“That’s not your property,” Ren reminded, warning dripping low off their voice, and the instructor’s hand came to a stop mere inches away from Soren’s skin.

“Of course, my mistake.”

One greuling hour and a half later, Soren was sweating, shaking, and visibly exhausted. Ren slid their laptop into their computer bag and walked out, offering the remainder of their water bottle to their precious boy, and Soren took it with gratitude that looked positively aching. He looked good like this, all sweaty and disheveled and pleased and flushed from exertion. He looked good on his knees, staring up with adoration at Ren.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, they would fuck him. He had no classes on Thursdays, the adjustment period felt well behind them now, and Soren worshipped Ren. Tomorrow, Ren would take their sweet time, and it would be perfect.

“Let’s go home, precious boy,” Ren purred, and Soren rose on jelly legs, chasing after them like a lovestruck fawn.

Box Boy Bedtime

(CW: slavery, dehumanization, videotaping, implied noncon, creepy + intimate whumper, creepy comfort, brainwashing)

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*click* *click*

“Position six,” Ren ordered blithely, and Soren stretched his hands out in front of him, close together so Ren could tie or handcuff if they wanted. They lifted their fancy camera again and took two more pictures, one frontal view, one profile.

*click* *click*

“Position seven.” Soren stood straight and crossed his arms behind his back. Ren was photographing each position to spruce up the guidebook. Sure, the infographics were useful, but why would they want to look at pictures of stick figures when they could have their sweet Soren acting them all out? 

On and on the camera clicked. Soren, for the most part, seemed calm. Like when he would make beadcraft keychains and get really into it, practiced and second-nature and thoughtless.

“Position seventeen,” Ren ordered, and blinked with surprise when Soren walked away from them, to a nearby wall where he placed his palms and forehead against it with his legs spread and ass out. Ren laughed, but took the picture, and then rounded to the side. Pretty Soren glanced up at them, and when they smiled at him he smiled back, bashful and pleased. Ren really hoped that they caught that on camera. 

At the end of it all, Ren clicked through the photos on the tiny display screen, making sure that they didn’t need to retake any, and gave Soren a quick kiss on the cheek when they were satisfied.

“We’ll need to do this again when your hair’s all grown out,” they mentioned off-handedly, “But I think these will make great placeholders for the booklet until then, yeah?”

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Box Boy Dressup

(CW: Slavery, dehumanization, implied noncon, brainwashing, forced to strip,  creepy + intimate whumper)

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In the month spent waiting for Soren, Ren had busied themself preparing for his arrival, so everything was already laid out, ready to go. Perfect. His room was right next to theirs, and they had… thoroughly redecorated. The walls were a pleasant eggshell white with sky blue accents, the carpet was a thick vintage shag, a shiny off-white that gave about an inch when stepped on. The bed was large and ovoid, gold painted siding with white bedding and a golden canopy cascading down over the sides, the front just barely parted so Soren would know where to get in. The furniture was either painted gold or pearly marble surfaces, with teal, sky blue, white, and gold decorations and accessories littering the surfaces and walls. The floor-to-ceiling windows filled the room with sunlight, blue and white curtains artfully pulled back, and the balcony doors gleamed invitingly. 

The gold was all paint, even Ren’s mama wasn’t that wealthy, but the effect was heavenly. “Angel baby,” Ren cooed, pulling Soren into the room, onto the thick carpet, “this is your room, m’kay?”

“Mine?!” Soren gasped, head jerking to Ren before his eyes shot to the floor, then tentatively looked back around the room.

“All yours!” Ren said brightly, reaching out and stroking a lock of hair behind Soren’s ear. He needed more sun. His skin had lost the honeyed color Ren remembered so fondly, and his freckles were sparser. But that wouldn’t be hard to fix. “Just don’t go redecorating or anything.” They’d set up a lot of cameras, after all.

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