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cw: dubcon, pet whump, substance abuse, ableism, classism, sexual conversation and flirting
He walked a lot looking for that prostitute last night, and it took its toll the next morning.
He can feel the awful ache on his hips and knees before he even opens his eyes, worse than the headache he got from crying.
But he also has the pet in his arms, and it gives him a wonderful smile, always so grateful for the small gentleness he gets. It seems over the moon today, having been rescued, bathed and allowed to sleep cuddling with its master on the bed.
Farlan smiles back, pets the white hair. Sometimes he regrets allowing himself to care about the pet as it only made things worse for him. Other times, seeing that devoted smile, he thinks it was worth it.
“M-m-mmor…mor…”
“Morning pet” He sits up and looks around the room wondering where he left the damn thing “Get me my cane, please”
The pet nods and rushes out of bed, walking oddly and with shaky legs. Maybe he needs the help more than Farlan does today.
Still, with some struggle it manages to complete its task.
“Good. Back to bed now” He grants him that small mercy “I’ll bring us breakfast”
The pet nods, grateful that he wasn’t ordered to go back in the middle of those people.
Farlan groans as he gets up, a sharp pain setting through his hips, but that was the harder part, as he makes his way to the wardrobe and as he struggles to get dressed he almost considers abandoning his plan and just calling room service.
But no, he wants to see if the whore is still down there and how well it survived. He doubts anyone respected any of his limits, or cared that he was drugged out of his mind.
Not that it was his problem… after all the whore had betrayed him for a little extra money. But he felt a little responsible being the one who brought him into this wolf den.
“T-t-t-t….-t-thank….” pet stutters, wrapped in blankets like a little nest.
Farlan lifts his hand and it silences and tenses up. Then he sighs - he shouldn’t do that anymore. Their therapist had said the… incident rendered him partially mute, and stopping him from his attempts would make the condition worse. Even if Farlan didn’t often want to hear what a pet had to say… he wanted to fix that. He did promise to fix their relationship, after all.
“Don’t worry, I know what you mean. I’m not mad” he explains “I just have a bit of a headache right now. So why don’t you try and get some more sleep?”
He expected a little ‘yes master’, but the pet nods and quietly seeps back on the sheets. So he fucked up that too, and might not hear pet speak again today.
He sighs, making his way to the elevator, ignoring that it still hurts. He is not using a wheelchair today, not here where all of them will fucking stare at him.
The hotel staff worked fast.
He expected to see a mess when he arrived at the hall, but they had already cleaned up most of it and set up the usual decorations and an extensive selection of breakfast food in the dining room.
Farlan could see why his father liked to throw parties here.
He scanned the room. Only a fraction of the guests were here, looking horribly hungover. He guessed the rest was still asleep or had called for room service. And thankfully his father wasn't here.
But he did find the whore.
He wasn’t allowed on a table. There were plenty of empty ones, but they would never let someone like him take it.
He figured that at least, he wasn’t kneeling by their feet licking the food out of their fingers, but sitting in a corner on the floor, surrounded by plates of every type of food. He already had eaten way more than what seemed to fit on such a scrawny body.
He’s starving, Farlan realized.
He tried to access his state, but someone had given him a shirt and briefs, both too big for him. The black dress hadn’t survived the night. His eyes were hollowed out and surrounded by black bags. He was pale and sickly looking.
Feeling the star the whore lifts its eyes and bares teeth at him, clutching a donut and groaning like he’s afraid Farlan will take it away.
“...Easy boy, easy. I’m not taking that” the whore narrows its eyes “I just wanted to see if you were still here”
“...Just barely”
“Well. Why don’t you tell me what the fuck last night was about? We made a deal”
Out of habit Farlan hits the tip of his cane on the floor twice. It’s a warning to his pet, but it means nothing to the whore.
“I don’t fully remember, to be honest” he puts the donut aside and chooses a cupcake out of the pile, licking up the icing slowly, batting his eyelashes “But you know… I’m not exactly known for my loyalty”
"Lesson learned"
“Besides” he continues, licking his lips exaggeratedly “You seemed disgusted by me last night. You only wanted me because I was the most repulsive thing you could find”
Farlan averts his gaze. It 's kind of true.
The whore sighs.
“Whatever, I don’t care. I can afford a taxi today. And I got some new contacts. It’s a good day”
“Look… did they hurt you?”
Once again he narrows his eyes, stares at Farlan for a long while, before picking up some coffee.
“A little. Nothing I can’t handle. There were just too many of them” he shrugs as if it’s nothing “I don’t know how many fucked me last night. I might need to take an STI test, I don’t know”
“How can you be alright with that?” He twisted his nose.
“Eh. It was kinda hot. Sometimes I bite more than I can chew and I have to swallow it either way” he winks.
“Oh I’m sure you swallowed a lot” he rolls his eyes.
“Anyway, what’s even your deal” he takes another cupcake, licking the icing off it and ignoring the rest “What was that all for? Your dad does seem like an ass but he wasn’t really all that upset about it”
Farlan smiles, shakes his head.
“Well, it backfired yesterday. But looking back, I think it still worked out. I got my pet back”
Orfeu makes a pause, searching his scrambled memories for it.
“...There was… a little guy tied up…?”
“Yeah. Him. He 's mine. But my father doesn’t seem to be able to keep his hands away from him. Even worse when… it’s for this”
He gestures to the tables filled with guests.
“Ooww. You love your little guy, hm?” He smirks “In love with a pet, dear?”
Farlan blushes.
“NO. NO- I mean. He’s mine. And I don’t like when they touch my things” he crosses his arms “That’s just it”
The whore just lifts an eyebrow.
“Enough to get your father to hit you for it?”
…He sees red. The audacity to talk to him like that… He tries to kick him, but his legs hurt far too much and he can’t keep balance, the whore just curling up and protecting its face, while he falls on his butt.
He groans, burning in shame as the guests have their eyes on him now. Orfeu tries to help him get up and he just slaps his hand away, struggling but managing.
“How much would you charge to just let me beat the shit out of you, freak?” he whispers.
“...Hm. Same as yesterday” he shrugs, kind of setting Farlan back. He wanted to threaten him, he wasn’t expecting this reply “...But I can’t right now. Hurts too much”
He sighs, anger subsiding.
“Man… you’re really fucked up aren’t you”
He gets no replies back.
“I’ll get going” he picks up some of the food, stacking it on his shirt and reading to leave.
Farlan follows him to the hallway.
“Wait - wait. Do you want a ride?”
He turns, frowns.
“Why the fuck would you offer?”
He doesn’t have a good answer for that.
“I just want to leave this hotel for a bit” he tries. He figures the pet will be okay for a little bit.
“Fine. But I mean it. If you try anything funky, I’ll stab you”
“I’m sure you will”
He drives according to his instructions. It leads them to the edge of the town, to a creepy looking gravel road in a forest, and he starts to wonder if he actually plans on stabbing him.
Finally they reach this tiny run down shack. Truly the stuff of nightmares. Seems appropriate for that guy, anyway.
“Thanks” Orfeu purrs “You know… I still owe you a fuck. I did take your money… and I’m not giving it back”
Farlan lifts an eyebrow. The guy looks destroyed.
“Can you even after all that?”
“Well. Honestly, I think my poor ass deserves a break. But I’ve got fingers, and a greedy little tongue” he licks his teeth and winks “Or if you are up for it, we could surely invert things a little”
“Invert?” He frowns.
“Yeah! Have you never considered getting topped?” he winks “Maybe even a little dommed, love?”
He nearly chokes, his cheeks getting hotter.
He’s never even been with anyone who wasn’t a pet. And being topped by a pet felt like an insult.
“That’s ridiculous”
“Well. You seem embarrassed” he teases and giggles, leaning closer “I’m good at figuring out what people desire. I can make you melt under my hands…”
“No. No I would not enjoy that- stop” He blushes harder, realizing he’s pressing himself against the door.
Orfeu leans back and gives him space, so he can fucking breathe again.
“Well if you don’t want that, it’s alright… But it seems to me that you are just afraid~”
“I’m not afraid” he groans.
“...Shame goes a long way to make your life miserable. There’s nothing wrong with subbing. I know what you associate it with but - it’s cathartic. It feels so intimate” he shrugs “And we can take as many breaks as you like. Go slow. Safeword if you need. You’re the boss after all…”
“Yeah - yeah I’m the boss and I want you to stop-” he demands, sweating and gripping the wheels “I need to go back now - I want to take my pet home”
“Well. Thanks for the ride then” he shrugs, opening the door ”You know where to find me”
He doesn’t reply, just speeding off from there as fast as he can.
@whump-blog
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