#muzzled

[tightsweatyclothes]

[ronanziriano]

hmp by jinguj

[whumpshaped]

concept: whumpee with a shock collar, except whumper uses it to program them into being affectionate and touchy and “sweet” until whumpee is terrified at a lack of physical touch and clings to whumper like they’ll die the second they let go. <3

and maybe if/when they get out of there, they’re shaking the whole time because whumper isn’t there to touch them!! and whumpee can’t ask caretaker to do it in their stead because good pets don’t ask for things. good pets sit there and take it. as they deserve.

- 🎉

tw conditioning, shock collar, electrocution, captivity, pet whump, intimate whumper, muzzled, dehumanisation

“Come on, sweet. I’m not asking for a lot here.”

Whumpee glared up at their captor, the muzzle making it impossible to cuss them out. They weren’t going to lay their head in that demon’s lap. No fucking chance.

“Nothing bad would happen to you,” they went on. “I would pet your hair, maybe, because I don’t think I can stand not to. But other than that? Nothing at all.”

Whumpee braced themself for the shock. They could withstand it. They had, for at least five times now. It wasn’t that bad.

“Okay, just one more thing, and then I’ll shut up and just shock you some more.” Whumper raised the remote, showing Whumpee the buttons. “You know there are multiple levels to this, right? And that you’re on level one right now?”

Okay. That… that didn’t cross their mind. Whumper must’ve seen their surprise, because they gave them a few more moments to consider their choice. When they didn’t comply, they sighed and turned it up a notch.

“Suit yourself.”

-

Whumpee had been glued to Caretaker’s side ever since the rescue. They were a shivery, trembling mess, babbling incoherently about how they needed Master, how they couldn’t go to prison, because they needed them, needed to be there in their lap, and at their feet, and in their bed, and under their desk. Wherever. It didn’t matter, so long as they got to touch them.

Caretaker let them babble, gently petting their hair whenever they broke down crying. It wasn’t the same. Caretaker didn’t have the remote. The collar wasn’t even around their neck anymore, not really, but they could feel it, the memory of the prongs digging into their skin and promising pain beyond comprehension.

They didn’t let Caretaker go anywhere without them. They were the clingiest pet, just as they’d been taught, and progress was very slow with all the panic attacks they’d been having whenever Caretaker tried to push them a little.

There was no collar to train them. No Master to tell them what was right and wrong. Only the maddening uncertainty of ‘I don’t know, Whumpee, I really think we should try again’.

They rubbed their bare neck, watching helplessly as Caretaker took a few steps away from their bed. They were cautious and slow, constantly murmuring praise as they went. They didn’t get to the door before Whumpee jumped out of bed and ran after them, collapsing at their feet in a sobbing, apologetic heap.

[azelnor]

Boys deserve to be gagged 😈

[aneu-rism]

i don’t know how to behave

[squishablesunbeam]

Caretaker lightly brushes their fingers along the leather straps that crisscross over Whumpee's face as they sleep fitfully with their head in Caretaker's lap. They have to be in pain. Angry red marks peek out from under the hard leather that bind the muzzle firmly in place. The heavy lock resting against the back of their head.

Caretaker starts to wonder if, just maybe, they could pry the leather away from Whumpee's soft skin and give Whumpee some small measure of relief. Let them feel their touch instead of that endless pressure of the cruel straps. They press their finger against Whumpee's skin, dipping it just barely into the hollow of their cheek before slipping it carefully underneath one of the leather straps that lay across Whumpee's cheekbone. Caretaker's heart swells with victory. There's barely enough room, the strap now laying across the tip of their finger instead of cutting into Whumpee's raw skin.

It's so tight.

Whumpee makes a small, soft sound and Caretaker freezes. They don't want to hurt Whumpee. They watch carefully as Whumpee rolls their muzzled face against Caretaker's thigh and settles back into sleep. Caretaker gets back to their task, slipping their finger along the length of the strap and prying the leather gently up in places where it sticks in Whumpee's tacky blood. They move onto the next, pressing their finger underneath the strap that loops under Whumpee's ear and over their jaw. Slowly, they work their fingers underneath all the biting edges of leather that binds Whumpee's jaw shut impossibly tight and then starts again.

Caretaker tries to convince themself that they're helping. They're doing something, even if they can't break them out of this god awful cell or take their place with Whumper even once. They are weak. Powerless in this place. But at least they can do this.

[melt-in-the-sun]

i may have been inspired by a certain gifset

[lipglossanon]

Thinking about hybrid Leons and muzzles.

For puppy Leon, you do it because his mouth is basically attached to your cunt 25/8. He begs to fall asleep suckling it, he begs to lick it good morning in the morning, and he begs to make out with it when he sees you after to work. Your clit is becoming constantly engorged, sticking out through your panties, and it’s /so/ sensitive. You tell Leon that he can still use his puppy cock with you, since you can never deny either of you the feeling of him knotting you, but he’s wearing a muzzle for a bit to make sure your clit heals a bit. He’s begging for anything else, he promises he’ll be a good boy and just suck on your pussy lips, just stick his tongue inside, you can’t deny him his favorite meal, please! But you know if you let his mouth anywhere near your pussy, he’ll suck your soul out your clit, and you would be too horny to stop him. So you have a pouty little puppy humping you like his life depends on it, his tongue trying to slip out through the muzzle to at least taste your skin but he can’t reach and he’s already to fucked dumb to understand why and he’s whining and whimpering and crying for a taste of you. Finally, you just grab your drenched panties and stuff them through the muzzle to get him to shut up, and he slobbers all over them like they are the only thing keeping him alive. Puppy needs a taste of you more than he needs to knot you, and that’s saying something.

For dog Leon, you have to do it because he can’t stop himself from biting you and honestly the wounds are getting a bit excessive since y’all fuck so much. Not to mention, you have an important event coming up with a lot of people, which makes Leon more possessive which means he gets more ruthless with his bites, breaking the skin to show off the indents of his teeth for days. You finally put your foot down with the muzzle, and say either he wears it to make sure he doesn’t bite, or you don’t duck until after the event is over. He’s pissed, wanting nothing more than to hold you down and put you in your place with his teeth holding the back of your neck, you’re his to fuck and mark as much as he wants. But you stay firm, telling him you won’t back down from this, that you will safe word out of the situation because the bites are starting to effect you physically and financially (since it will effect your job). He growls, more so at the fact he has to wear a muzzle because you don’t trust his self-control (rightfully so he reluctantly agrees) than you setting a firm boundary (he makes a mental note to tell you he is proud and happy that you expressed a boundary with him and that you were willing to use your safe word even when he seemed aggressive, because he may be driven by his instincts but he still loves you and needs you to feel safe and respected in this relationship). He’s mashing his teeth, snarling and trying to bite at you as he fucks into you violently. He’s cum twice but it doesn’t feel the same, nothing is satisfying if he can’t feel the give of your skin at his teeth, can’t taste your sweat on his tongue. His dirty talking is worse than it’s ever been now that he doesn’t have the ability to muffle it with your neck, and if you weren’t so knot drunk maybe you’d be more scandalized by it, but right now you’re only capable of cumming around your dog man’s fat dick

- 🐶

🐶 anon!! 🙌 🙌 😌 🙌 🙌

Oh my 🥴 🥴

Puppy Leon is so desperate 😩 😩 he just needs you so bad 😩

and dogman Leon being angry and snarling and gnashing his teeth while he fucks you? So hot 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 🤤

I love you 🐶 anon 😌

[daddydicktampa]

[linecrosser]

caution, he bites when angry (probably)

@the-scrapegoat mentionned muzzling, and I could not resist.

[azelnor]

Sporturo (pseudo recon) 1er jour à la maison.

Moufles en cuir, Bâillon Cho7 et scotch puis muselière.

[tightsweatyclothes]