#tw piss mention

[angrelysimpping]

@/rrrotten's there's a Whitney fanart that... wow, this shit hits different! can you imagine doing this to him as a revenge for all that bullying shit he has done? Maybe paying some delinquents to knock him out, then tie him up, gag him and leave him in the bathroom for other students to have some fun with. After all that he's a drooling mess. Cum, blood, sweat and even piss everywhere... Oh, hey look! Are these tears? The big bad bully Whitney's crying cause now HE'S the slut? Now he walks around with "PC slut/whore", "walking dildo" and "fuck toy" , written on his face with permanent pen. Thought he's still learning who does he's belong too, it hasn't been broken yet, so I think PC will have to train him personally now. Maybe some ol good overstimulation and spanking? Or fuck him in the ass? Who knows, PC has time and creativity, but not so much patient.

Delicious

(AMAB Whitney, he/him; GN PC, you/your; PC is probably a sadist; Whitney gets nonconed by PC and randoms; some pet play; some mind break; idk man, there’s a lot in this; anal fingering, NPC receiving/PC giving; implied piss; drugs)

Honestly, you thought it would have been more difficult. 

Sure, it wasn’t hard to find people with a grudge against Whitney, but to drug the blond for you? Bring his unconscious body to you in the school bathrooms? Yeah, no, you thought it would take a lot more than a couple hundred pounds and a few sweet words about what you had planned for the bully. 

Though, maybe you should have given them some stronger drugs to knock him out with. You hadn’t wanted to accidentally kill Whitney, but the fucker was already awake and talking.

“I’m gonna kill you for this, slut.”

Whitney’s voice is strained, just like the rest of him. You can see all the muscles in his body flexing as he tries to free himself from his bindings. For all his squirming, his only reward is for the knots to become tighter. You’ll have to thank Winter for showing you how to tie those the next time you dropped by the museum. 

Whitney looks quite nice like this, naked and tied up, on his knees. It’s a good position. Could have his cock and his ass used at the same time, with some finagling. That was your goal, anyway. To allow people to use Whitney however they wanted. 

Walking around him, checking the knots, you can’t resist the temptation to reach out, to brush your fingers down the length of his spine. Whitney shudders involuntarily at the touch, and a little thrill runs through you as you reach the curve of his ass. 

“You a virgin here, Whitney?” you ask, letting your finger drift down to circle the rim of his asshole. You’re sure he is, the thought making your stomach flip. For all the hell he put you through, you wanted to have some fun before you had to leave. 

“Fuck off.”

You laugh, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. Whitney makes a strangled sound as you press harder, breaching his ass. “I think so, tight as you are,” you murmur, transfixed on where your finger disappeared into Whitney. “I can change that.”

Whitney tries to say something, but his words cut off into a high-pitched whine as you press another finger into him. “Do you want me to?” You don’t give Whitney a chance to respond before you curl your fingers in him, searching for his prostate. You pull another strained sound from Whitney as you find the bundle of nerves. You start to pump in and out of Whitney, making sure to target the spot that makes him whimper and struggle in his bindings for a whole new reason. 

“S-stop.”

A small thrill runs through you at his voice. He sounds so weak, pathetic. Leaning over his back, you bring your mouth as close to his ear, and breathe out a soft, “No.” Whitney shudders under you. 

Slipping your free hand around him to grab his dick, you can’t help but laugh again. “You’re hard, Whitney,” you grin into his shoulder. “You like this? Getting treated like the slut you are?”

Whitney swears and you feel his cock twitch in your hand. 

You could do this all day, really, finger fucking Whitney, teasing his cock. You’re sure that you could get him to break like this, make him beg you to let him cum. Maybe even beg you to fuck his ass, though that might just be wishful thinking on your part. 

You can’t, though. A knock on the bathroom door, your signal that classes were starting soon. 

With a sigh, you let Whitney go. 

“T-the fuck are you going?” Whitney demands as you leave the stall. 

“Class,” you say, tone matter of fact as you wash your hands.

“You aren’t- you can’t just leave me here!”

Your laugh makes his blood run cold. “But that’s the whole point.”

You ignore Whitney as he swears more, rummaging through your school bag until you find the small baggie of pink pills you had tucked away. Fishing one of the small candy-colored pills out, you return the bag to its hiding spot before turning back to Whitney.

Whitney starts to say something else but is cut off as you shove your fingers into his mouth, hand keeping his jaw squeezed open so he can’t bite. For a moment, you just pet his tongue before you let go of the pill, making sure it goes down his throat before grabbing your things and leaving, the bathroom door slamming shut cutting off Whitney’s sputtering. You think you can hear him yelling after you as you walk away. 

-

Lunch can’t come fast enough.

The moment your food is finished, you practically sprint to the bathroom. You can’t help the wild grin that spreads across your face at the state of the place. It’s starting to smell funky. You hadn’t thought about that, but you don’t particularly care, either. It’s the lewd fluids you can see on the floor that make your stomach flip. Part disgust, part satisfaction that people are enjoying your hard work.

That’s when you hear the sounds coming from the stall. Whitney’s stall. Pressing on the door proves that it’s unlocked, the door swinging open to reveal a lean boy, head pressed to Whitney's shoulder, panting while rutting against Whitney’s ass, cock sliding between the bully’s firm cheeks. The boy’s hips stutter and he moans as cum spurts across Whitney’s back. 

A small laugh escapes you and the lean boy jerks back from Whitney, quickly fixing his clothes and scurrying out of the bathroom. 

You give Whitney a once over. 

There’s cum all over the place, his face and chest particularly. Fluids glisten on his thighs and you can’t be sure if it’s lube or pussy juice, though you wouldn’t be surprised if it were both. Someone had the idea to tape his mouth shut. Smart, though you’d rather hear the bully whining when you were toying with him. 

His breathing is harsh and labored, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide. Your favorite part is his cock, hard and leaking uselessly between his thighs. The drug you’d forced down Whitney’s throat before leaving is doing its job well. You might not even have to give him a second dose.

You rip the tape off, grinning wider at the pained sound that comes from the bully. You expect him to start threatening you. Instead, he spits out a piece of cloth and starts coughing. 

Underwear. Someone had stuffed underwear into Whitney’s mouth before taping it shut.

“God, that’s brilliant. Wish I’d thought of it,” you say with a wide grin. Reaching out, you run a hand through Whitney’s hair. It’s damp. Sweat, you hope, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was something else. Whitney tries to jerk away from you, but you twist your fingers into his locks, yanking him back.

“Aw, pet, still acting up?”

“Shut up.”

A shiver runs through you at how rough his voice sounds. Someone must have fucked his mouth. If some random person could get away with forcing Whitney to give them head without getting their junk mutilated, maybe you could… You shove the thoughts aside, you’ll get to have your fun later, after classes. Keeping Whitney’s hair in a firm grip, you rummage through your school bag as best you can with one hand, pulling out a marker. Flicking off the cap, you messily write your name across Whtieny’s forehead.

“Looking good,” you say, tugging Whitney’s hair and making him crane his neck back, giving you a good view of your name. “We can get that tattooed later, I think.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“So you’ve said,” you hum, letting go of Whitney’s hair and grabbing the underwear he had spat out. 

Whitney opens his mouth to say something only to sputter as you start to dab at the cum on his face with the underwear. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Cleaning you up a little. Wanna see your pretty face before I leave.”

Whitney’s mouth snaps shut, and you have to suppress a laugh as he goes a bit pink.

He doesn’t say anything else as you wipe the cum from his face. Deciding Whitney is sufficiently clean, you stop. “Say ‘thank you.’”

Whitney’s eyes snap to your’s and he sneers. “Fuck yo-”

Whitney gags as you shove the now cum soaked underwear into his mouth and slap the tape back into place.

“Well, can’t say I didn’t give you a chance. See you after class!” You give Whitney a sharp slap to his ass as you exit his stall. 

-

Whitney’s breathing hard when you open the bathroom door, the sound echoing in the empty room. There’s more cum on him, more marks as well. Someone bit his shoulder hard enough to break the skin, ‘Walking Dildo’ written across his chest and ‘Cum Dump’ on his lower back. Some suspiciously yellow fluid puddling near where Whitney’s head rests, cheek pressed against the floor, makes you gag a little, yet you can’t help but grin. God, this school has some sick fucks in it, and, for once, you adored that fact. Made breaking in your new pet so easy. 

“Hay, Whitney!”

A soft, muffled groan comes from the blond, but he does nothing else as you crouch down next to him. His eyes are shut, face flushed and a fine sheen of sweat glazing his body. 

“Aw, all tuckered out?” you coo, brushing damp strands of hair back from his face. 

Whitney flinches slightly at your touch, an eye finally cracking open to glare up at you. His pupils are still dilated - a good sign. Probably still under the effects of the aphrodisiacs you’d given him. 

“Wanna go home, sweetheart? Gotta nice lil’ room set up for you in the loft. I think you’ll like it up there.”

Whitney doesn’t say anything, just glares up at you and lets out a huff of frustration through his nose.

With a small laugh, you tug the tape back from his mouth, waiting patiently as Whitney spits out the underwear gag and struggles to speak.

“Fuck you,” Whitney finally manages to spit out, voice weak and rough. Almost a performance, really. A desperate attempt to cling to what he knows. You can feel it in the humid air of the bathroom, can see it in the way he clenches his jaw. 

He’s close, so very close to breaking, to letting go. You just have to push him a little further.

Whitney gasps as you grab his cock, eyes going wide as you start to stroke him. He’s sore, tip an angry red, but precum still beads heavily at his slit. It’s the same for his hole, the poor abused ring of muscle giving in easily as you press two fingers into him. Finding his prostate is easier this time, the poor bundle of nerves far more sensitive now than when you’d first met it this morning. 

“D-don’t, stop, I’ll f-fucking…I’ll k-kill- ah!” Whitney moans low as his dick twitches in your hand, insides pulsing weakly around your fingers as you quickly make him cum, his seed painting his stomach and the floor under him. 

“If you want me to stop, you’ll have to play nice,” you say with a hum. Whatever Whitney was going to say to you is cut off into a high-pitched whine as you give his balls a squeeze, fingers curling inside him. His cock is still hard, twitching as you run your hand from his base to his tip. 

“School is out, Whit. It’s just you and me and the rest of the night ahead of us.”

“B-bitch.”

You laugh, giving his cock a harsh squeeze and pulling another pained whine from him. “Is that your new name? Bitch? Has a nice ring to it. But I think I prefer ‘Puppy,’ actually.”

Whitney doesn’t get a chance to respond, squirming and gasping as you force another finger into him.

“‘Please stop, Master.’ That’s what you have to say for this to end. Three little words.”

“C’mon Whitney, you just have to be a good puppy and I’ll stop.”

Tears glint at the corners of his eyes, mouth moving with no sound coming out as you force another orgasm from him. You give him a moment, his chest heaving as he stares blankly ahead of him.

When he doesn’t say anything, you start again, pressing your fingers inside him and milking his cock with your hand. 

“P-please.” Whitney’s words are barely audible, half choked. You pause as Whitney takes a shuddering breath. “Please s-stop.”

You wait for Whitney to repeat the last word of the phrase you’d given him, but the bully remains silent. “‘Master,’” you prompt, adding emphasis with a sharp squeeze to his cock.

Whitney frowns, eyes screwed shut, tears escaping them as he breathes heavily. When he doesn’t speak, you continue, now a fourth finger pressing at his puffy rim.

“-ster.”

You stop at the strained, half-whine.

“What was that, pup?” You’re sure he can hear the grin in your voice.

There’s a beat of silence as Whitney pants, harsh breaths filling the bathroom. Annoyed, you squeeze his cock, pressing against his prostate at the same time. 

It works.

“M-Master,” Whitney hiccups, “Please s-stop, Master.”

When you don’t immediately pull away from him, he keeps going, babbling the phrase over and over, his words studded with more hiccuped sobs and whines. 

Satisfied, you let go of his cock, fingers slipping from his body.

Whitney lays under you, spent and shivering on the cold, damp floor. He doesn't flinch as you press a soft kiss to his neck. No, instead, he shivers, a strange warmth filling him as you mutter a loving, “Good puppy.” 

[creative-time]

What I smell when I look at the dhmis characters

Okay I’m not gonna out all of them in here because I can’t really smell them all that well so…

Red Guy: Smells like an old couch that you found at the dump, it’s got a mysterious stain on the left cushion and no one wants sits there.

Yellow Guy: Idk why but he kinda smells like rotting flesh, but not in a rotting corpse sorta way. Does that make since?

Duck Guy: Oh yeah this guy smells like shit. 100%. After that free vending machine literally shat in his hand and he hasn’t been able to get the stench off him since. 0/10. Makes me feel ill every time I look at him 🤢

Roy: Smells like yellow Guy but way worse. And a mix of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

Lesley: An old lady 🤷 idk what else to say

Sketchbook: They smell like an art classroom (if you’ve been in an art classroom you know) the mix of paper, old paint, and broken crayons.

Tony: Old books that causes an asthma attack. And an old apple pie went bad 3 days ago (still smells good but probably shouldn’t eat it)

Shrignold: old dishwater. That’s it. That’s all I smell.

Colin: strong scent of copper and burning components. Probably should not be inhaling it.

Mean Steve (the Key I know that may not be his name but fuck you): the coppery scent that blood gets when it dries up, and piss.

Coffin: shockingly enough, he doesn’t smell that bad to me. He smells like a vintage doll cabinet, like that whiff you get when you open one up, the mix of old wood and the porcelain dolls that’s probably been sitting in there for decades.

Lilly and Todney: They smell like children that have been playing outside all day, they also smell like they wash with only water.

Warren: sweaty gamer incel neck beard guy that has a discord kitten. 🤷 and gym socks

Welp, thats it. Most of the other characters don’t really smell to me or the smell is predictable

(Example: steak guy smells like raw meat 🤷)

[searenbound]

I’m thinking pathetic Alpha Midoriya being bullied by his prime Omega mate again.

She outclasses him socially and yet she wants him anyways and turns up her nose at prime Alphas that are technically a better match as far as standing goes.

Because that loser with the humiliation kink is gonna let her ride him until his knot hurts from how many times it’s swelled up in her. Then try to pamper like she needs the babying. As if she didn’t make him call her mommy and threaten to piss on him because he likes when she’s mean to him.

[bops-edits-help]

Can you make an absolutely deranged lesbian hello kitty moodboard

yes absolutely <3 deranged lesbian hello kitty moodbard for the beloved

I lost the refences, apologies ":]

[signoras-pet]

thinking about that one trans reader karl heisenberg fic that has been branded into my memories

[imabee-oralizard]

I almost just pissed my pants

Of course I waited until I severely had to pee to go to the bathroom and of course the toilet isn’t flushing correctly

So I had to go to my main bathroom (aka my two brothers bathroom) and then of courseeeee there wasn’t toilet paper

So I had to go back to my mom and I’s bathroom to get toilet paper then run back to the other bathroom

All while I had to pee very very bad

[mistergreatbones]

Dick when Duke brings up the whole “tricked him into getting arrested” thing during an argument:

[puppygirl-slut]

Idk why but pissplay and milk stuff has been soooooooooo appealing as of late and I just need someone to take advantage of that, like. Someone please piss in my ass and plug it up for me to go on my day at college with it in. Then when I get home unplug me and piss in my ass that was already full and now is being filled beyond full and I keep getting cramps in my ass that makes me fall to my knees right Infront of the tgirls pissing in me. They force me to drink a gallon of milk and then throat fuck me with no rest or breaks and no relent. Milk coming up through my throat and I'm vomitting it back up all over them. White liquid covering where I'm on my knees. They don't stop whilst I'm vomitting though. She would take advantage of the fact my throat is currently tighter than ever due to the muscles contracting to get the milk back and she gets even more rough... And I vomit more and get tighter. And I vomit even more. Until the whole gallon is on the floor. Then we have puppy time and she takes out the plug and all the piss in my ass mixes with the milk. I roll and arf all in the milk that I just regurgitated and the piss I'd been holding for hours.

[manticore-fangs]

thinking about bratty bottom schlatt with a dommy mommy reader,,,,,

hrgh, gonna be honest.. this sounds so hot. omg. (cw: cbt, chastity cage, bratty schlatt, slapping, bondage, mentions of puppy play and pissing, as well as muzzles and cages.)

the first time schlatt acts up, you slap his thighs in a warning. sending a glare his way and he just smirks, he wants to push you so fucking far - to the point his cock cant even function.. and oh boy does he get it.

the second warning is when he talks about how he could put you underneath him in an instant - knowing damn well that your the one in control for as of right now. when you find out you grab him by the cock, squeezing hard.

"what the fuck were you saying about control?" you grit your teeth, brows down. "i sai- fuck!- you-" he stumbles over his words when you squeeze the tip of his cock, rubbing your palm over the angry weeping tip. "what was that?" you ask again, tilting your head to the side. "nothing! fuck- it was nothing." you proceeded to let go of his cock, nodding. "thats what i fucking thought."

the third and last warning is when he mocks your moans, saying how absolutely horrid you are at pleasuring him.. thats when you grab his hair and start slapping him on the face, roughly.

"what the fuck was that schlatt?" he just stares at you, his face mixed with arousal and at the same time; anger. "you fucking heard me bitch." you slapped his cheek, raising your hand and doing it again. he hisses and looks at you, his pupils wide like saucers. "oh.. you like the pain huh?" you chuckle, and he spits out a "fuck you!" before you slap his cheek again.

now.. the punishment? you put a chastity cage on him. he has to wear it for 5 days, maximum. if he takes it off, you'll do something worse.

"fuck- please toots, i didnt even do anything wrong just get this fuckin' thing off my dick." he tries to tug at his cage, but the cage blocks him from doing even remotely to pleasure himself.

you tsk. "ah ah jay. dont fucking think about tugging your tiny soft cock, if only you were good id be riding your cock so fucking good youd be seeing stars.. but." you pause and admire his disheveled look, hair messing, brows furrowed, lips turned into a frown. "you had to act up, and bad boys dont get their mommies pussies."

on day three, he found a way to take off the cage and just starts fucking masturbating at his desk, moving his hand up and down, rubbing his palm over his tip and lathering his pre-cum all over his cock. but boy oh boy was it a bad thing to do. because you caught him.

now, his hands are binded to his back, he legs folded and calves and thighs tied together. a mouth gag in his mouth and a vibrator shoved up his ass on the slow setting - as well as vibrating rod in his lil cock.

you watch schlatt writhe around, moaning ont he gag in his mouth. your sat on his chair near his desk. as hes spread on the bed. "no jay, you cant have my pussy.. you acted out and bad pups dont get pussies. your lucky this isnt the worst i can go. cause i wouldve put a stupid fucking dog muzzle on you, put a chastity cage back on, and leave you in one of those dog cages i bought." you look at his reaction, and see a bit of pre-cum trickle out his poor ol' tip.

"and.. maybe ill put some puppy pads down, so you dont piss all voer the cage and ruin it. your so so so lucky i didnt do that huh?" he starts to whine like a dog as he bucks his hips up, and you tsk. "sorry puppy.. i wont be touching you for awhile.. actually. let me go get some groceries huh? gonna let you suffer here alone."

hm yeah something about bratty schlatt gets to me.

[angrelysimpping]

Yall are lucky that I can't post Danny fics from my fone properly or I'd drown us all rn

[creative-time]

Wait a second…

How did duck piss himself if he had his organs removed?

[karda]

been living with my stepdad for like 3 years and have literally never seen any of his side of the family bc they live 7 hrs away and never cared to visit their disabled and dying grandpa but now that hes dead they're making plans to come next week to go through his stuff. he has no stuff. the last 5 years hes lived in sweatpants and button up shirts. u want his boots?? u wanna go through his filing cabinet? wanna rifle through everything he owned for value? i hope u die

[frapajapa]

// Utena spoilers and discourse, tw: rape, victim blaming

I just want to say that that person getting dunked on twitter passes off episode 33 as not assault bc it also doubles as narrative seduction and LIKE IT CAN BE BOTH IT CAN LITERALLY BE BOTH JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK ITS A METAPHOR FOR UTENA BEING PULLED FROM ANTHY DOESN'T MEAN SHE CONSENTED OR IT'S NOT ASSAULT!!! SYMBOLISM HAS TO SYMBOLIZE SOMETHING WHAT DO YOU THINK THE STOP SIGNS ARE FOR???

if the symbolism doesn't symbolize something then there's no story no plot you're not looking at a story. you're looking at Pinterest.

also how is a thing that literally happens on screen in the present and is constantly referenced afterward as a real thing that happened

only a "metaphor" and "narrative device" therefore it didn't literally happen and if it did literally happen it's not actually rape bc of the aforementioned (the logic is not logic-ing)

but an extremely anachronistic flashback (When it has been long established that childhood memory is unreliable in this show) where a mob bangs down the door of a shack to find a well-dressed prince and then shish kebabs a 6 year old (who survives)

is unrefutable proof that Actually Anthy is 1 quintillion years old so she should know and act better

???

hmmm could the confusing anachronistic flashback serve as a metaphor to show Anthy feeling like her pain is eternal, neverending, has been going on forever? could it be about the timeless nature of misogyny itself? no no, it can't be, it's only a metaphor when I can use it to claim statutory rape can be consensual! it's only a metaphor when it serves my contrarian theories I made up to feel smart without actually thinking about what I'm implying!

[raceweek]

Wdym alex almost died? I missed this somehow 😭

WELPDSJKS sorry to be the one to break it to you but yeah when he had his appendectomy he went into respiratory failure after and had to be put in a medically induced coma in the ICU (x) he came back at the next race in singapore (x) which had everyone including george like right😐okay. and it was all very concerning but it was mostly fine (if you ignore the fact his performance coach said his lungs didn’t recover for the rest of the season) but yeah he raced at singapore and he wore a special helmet that he auctioned that raised £84k for an orphanage in thailand! (x) september 2022 was a hell of a month in alexland

[ranibosprimkle]

It’s quite frankly embarrassing as a fandom to see people lying about Aurora (or Liv, whichever you know her by). Like, you can’t claim to love this band, then immediately turn and say she SA’d someone who fully consented to the usual shenaniganary he does with the boys. And then calling her a homewrecker on top of that?? Like if that’s your morals, then why aren’t you going after literally any married actor ever??? And I know why it’s like this, it’s the fuckers who think Jutty (Swiss) is gonna let you touch his dick ‘cause you really wanna and you asked real nice. If you’re gonna be in a fandom and enjoy content, you need to grow the fuck up. Write a fucking self insert fanfic like a normal person and get over yourselves.

[3-2-whump]

Mistaken Accusation

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Well, let's get into it. Beginning of the end. Special thanks to my beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz ! Do mind the tags, and enjoy

This chapter does reference The Hit, so please skim that first if you are not already familiar with it

Author's Note: This is where shit gets real (more real, that is), and where the author may make some decisions that might not vibe with the readers. To those readers, all I will say is fanfiction is a thing, canon divergence is a thing, and I will honestly be more intrigued than mad if you end up scrapping this part and writing your own version! (Just lmk, like tag me or dm me so I can see?) But, um, yeah, onto the chapter!

TW/CW: description and mention of STD, prostitution whump, mock execution, gun violence (brief, but there), collared whumpee, bound and blindfolded whumpee, shock, emotional whump, fear of death, pissing oneself out of fear, emotional angst, degrading language, toxic relationship, manipulative whumper, possessive whumper, intimate whumper

As Khaled relieved himself in the office bathrooms near the end of the day, he hissed under his breath at the burning sensation coming out of him. That can’t be good, he thought. What would make it feel like he was passing acid or fire down there? He looked down at his dick, eyes widening a little as he saw how inflamed his urethra looked. Khaled let out a mortified little squeak. What’s wrong with my penis?

Should I tell Master? Telling his master that he suspected he’d caught something would only lead to probing questions about Khaled’s sex life, even though he wasn’t the one who had visited every whorehouse within the tristate area. Probing questions about his sex life would mean admitting that he was sleeping with Julio, and admitting that he was sleeping with Julio would only fuel his master’s possessive side and make things far worse for him. Khaled could imagine no situation in which he would come out unscathed if he told Thomas about it. So, he decided not to tell him.

He didn’t have to endure his secret for long though, because as soon as he came back into his master’s office, he could sense the energy had changed. 

“Is there something wrong, Boss?” Khaled asked nervously.

“I have just received information from our foot soldiers and informants that the motorcycle that my would-be assassin rode when he got away came from Alvarez Auto and Motorcycles, a known front of Juicio Divino,” Thomas gritted out.

Khaled’s jaw dropped as his mind slowly put together the pieces that he had in his hands all along. Of course, it was Julio, how could I be so blind?! he thought. Just over a year ago, Khaled himself approached the scrapyard assassin asking him to teach him how to kill, and had been crawling back to him in various states of distress ever since. Julio was one of two people on earth who knew how badly Thomas actually treated him, and, combined with his overprotective tendencies, Khaled mentally beat himself up for not suspecting his boyfriend sooner. 

His master’s stormy gray eyes narrowed at Khaled in a piercing glare as he pushed his tablet across the desk. “Incidentally, you have been visiting Alvarez Auto pretty frequently over the past year, haven’t you?”

Khaled’s stomach twisted in dread as he leaned in closer to read it. There, opened on his slave tracking app, was a map with pins of most-frequently visited locations he had been tracked to, and there was a damning bright red pin at the address of Julio’s garage. His mouth went dry as he opened and closed it in shock, trying to collect the right words to say as the opportunity to beg for mercy slipped through his fingers like sand. “I- Master, I- it’s not what you think-”

The older man disdainfully held up a hand, a nonverbal cue that he didn’t want to hear it. Khaled shrank in on himself. “How did you even pay for a hit against me, huh?” the boss asked. “I know you haven’t made that much money since I’ve started paying you! How could you afford to put out a hit?” His voice lowered to a growl. “Did you bend over for that cholo son of a bitch? Did you let him fuck you like I fuck you? Is that why you’ve got an infection –don’t deny it, Khaled, it hurt when I pissed this morning!”

The world seemed to stop as the air quickly left Khaled’s lungs. Wait, what? He was being accused of conspiring against his master, then of being a whore within the same breath? And to make matters worse, he somehow gave his owner an STD before he realized he had one himself? His breaths came out shallow as his body began trembling in fear. What does this mean for me? What’s going to happen to me? He nearly passed out as his imagination went wild with how severe his punishment would be. “Master, please, I had no idea-”

“Shut up!”

Khaled ceased his begging instantly, a nauseous wave of dread coiling in his stomach as he waited for his master to dole out his sentence. “You will never see anybody besides me again,” his master said, glowering at him in contempt as Khaled’s eyes widened in horror. He got up from his chair and circled around Khaled, with a familiar black shock collar and a length of chain in hand. “I’ll give you a chance to say your goodbyes before we leave.”

Khaled regained enough of his senses to shake his head and back away from the man approaching him. “But, Master, I didn’t-”

The world snapped to the right in a stinging blow as Thomas backhanded him. Khaled rubbed his sore cheek and winced in pain. “You’re lucky I don’t outright kill you, though I still might, if you keep whining like that!” he yelled. Khaled turned silent and sullen, still cradling his sore cheek as the collar tightened like a noose around his throat. “Now, come on, let’s make your final goodbyes count.” His master attached the chain leash to a notch in the shock collar and pulled Khaled towards the exit.

-

Khaled was pulled through the whole office and out to the guard shack like that, stopping periodically as his master made him explain what was going on and why he was leaving to everyone they met. Khaled’s voice was shaking like a leaf the first stop they made; by the time they made it to the guard shack, he was unable to utter anything intelligible past his tears. Nico’s jaw dropped as Thomas explained what had happened and why Khaled was never going to see him again.

“But, he didn’t do it, sir!” he objected, pushing himself out of his desk chair and standing up to face him. “He had no part in it! I can prove it, just listen to me!”

As much as Khaled wanted to interrogate that ‘I can prove it’ claim just a little more, Tom ignored him. He pulled the leash taut and yanked Khaled away. Khaled frantically pulled at the collar around his neck, emitting choked gasps as he stumbled along and struggled to keep up.

They ended up back at the car, where Tom unclipped his leash and pushed the button on the key fob to unlock the trunk of the car. Khaled was shoved up roughly against the side of the car as his hands were gathered behind his back and bound tightly by a soft and silky material, most likely a necktie. “Master, please, please, hear me out –I didn’t put a hit on you, I swear!” he once again tried to explain through a mess of snot and tears. “I don’t want to kill you, why would I want to kill you? Please –listen to me! I don’t want to kill you; I swear I didn’t know!” Thomas dragged him to the back of the car, where he stared down at him in cold fury. He took out a dark cloth from his pocket and unfolded it. Khaled preemptively opened his mouth to receive it, but then the man tied the cloth around his eyes to blind him. He quietly shut his mouth as the blindfold was tied tight enough to catch his hair. He heard the trunk of the car quietly whoosh open before he was picked up and shoved inside. The door of the trunk slammed shut, sealing him in an extra layer of darkness.

The ride seemed to stretch on forever as Khaled shivered in the darkness. It was still far too cold to be riding back there without anything to keep him warm. Throughout the darkness he begged, then screamed, then cried, then sniffled, knowing damn well his master couldn’t hear him.

Time seemed to work differently in the dark, cramped confines of a car trunk. Khaled was unsure of how much time had passed since he was shoved in the trunk, but he was more than concerned that they seemed to keep driving far longer than it usually took to get back to the apartments. He’s never going to forgive me, he realized as he rested his head onto the floor of the trunk. He really thinks I planned to kill him, and now he’s going to take me out into the woods and kill me, or do something so horrific it will make me wish I had died. A fresh round of tears soaked into his blindfold as Khaled whimpered pathetically. I don’t want to die, not like this.

Goddamnit, Julio, you tried to be the hero, and now I’m gonna end up dead in a ditch somewhere, Khaled cursed in his head.

The car rolling to a stop and faint click that preceded the trunk unlocking made Khaled’s heartrate speed up. A new wave of anxiety hit him much like the blast of midwinter air when the trunk was opened and he was pulled out. He didn’t feel concrete underneath his shoes, and the fresh icy chill of the air around him told him they weren’t in the parking garage. We really are in the woods somewhere, he thought, his hopes sinking like lead as his master’s hand gripped his elbow and steered him along to an unknown destination. He’s really driven me out to the woods somewhere to kill me. Khaled stumbled as his foot hit an unseen obstruction, but his master dragged him along regardless. This is it. I’m gonna die. His breaths started picking up, heart racing as that last thought worked him up into another nervous state. His owner stopped and threw him forward onto the ground. Khaled landed face first into a cold and wet patch of snow, judging on how it felt when it absorbed his impact. “Get up and kneel.” Khaled’s breaths stopped in his throat. There was no room in his master’s frigid tone for argument. He pushed himself up the best he could with his hands bound behind his back, shivering not just from the cold as he assumed a kneeling position.

A cold, metallic object pressed against the back of the young man’s skull. “If you’ve got anything to say, say it now,” his master’s voice said behind him. A wet and warm spot began to soak his pants in the front. Khaled’s mind went blank. He was so scared he nearly forgot his owner had asked for his last words. He caught his trembling lip between his teeth before shaking his head. Whatever he could say for his last words would go unheeded anyway, lost in the winter’s chill and the indifferent New England woods. He hung his head in resignation, ready for the explosive pain followed by sudden oblivion and nothingness, or whatever it was that lie ahead.

He had at least hoped he would see his father’s face before the end. But the only image his shielded eyes could conjure up before he died was a pair of sharp, steel gray eyes.

Click.

Nothing happened.

The gun lowered, and heavy footsteps crunched in the snow as his would-be executioner walked around to the front of him.

Khaled was still alive. Somehow, he was still alive. There was a light brush of hands reaching behind his head before the blindfold fell away, revealing a familiar face staring down at him with those same steel gray eyes. Khaled’s breath shimmered in the cold moonlit night. He was alive. He wasn’t going to die. He was alive.

All the fear and tension left his body like his vaporous breath in the night as he slumped forward, crying tears of relief into his master’s shoulder as he caught him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he sobbed between each breath.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright, it’s alright,” Thomas soothed as he reached behind Khaled to untie his hands. “I believe you for now, it’s alright.” As soon as his hands were free, Khaled wrapped them around the older man’s neck, hugging him close as he bawled into his shoulder. “I thought about it, but there is no way I can definitively prove it was you.” A muscular pair of arms wrapped around him and held him close, drawing him into the warmth. “And besides, my favorite fuck toy, plotting to kill me?” His master laughed. “No way you’re smart enough for that! I didn’t buy you for your brains, you know!”

“Yes, yes, I’m stupid, I am so fucking stupid, thank you!” Khaled cried. He nuzzled his cold wet face into Tom’s warm neck and peppered the man’s jawline with kisses, murmuring his gratitude between every kiss. He was alive, he didn’t die, and that was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

“Let’s go home,” Thomas said, hoisting Khaled onto his feet. “The takeout I bought is getting cold, and you need a change of pants.”

He led the young man through the woods back to side of the road where he had parked his car. “I was completely serious about you never seeing anybody else again, by the way,” he reminded him as he opened the passenger side door. Khaled slid gratefully inside, happy to be in the heated part of the car. “You are relieved of your duties to the organization from now on,” Tom continued as he joined him on the driver’s side, “You are demoted to domestic service. You will stay at home and keep the penthouse spotless, welcoming me to it every evening with warm food and your warmer body. You will stay in the apartment and not leave for anything unless it is with me or a trusted associate. You will never see anybody again. That’ll keep you from conspiring to kill me, or from spreading your legs for anyone else but me, and only I will decide when it’s time to bring you back out again.” He pushed the button and started up the vehicle, setting the heaters to full blast.

Khaled nodded. What did he care about being stuck at home and never seeing anybody again? He was alive, and right now, as he held his freezing fingers close to the vents, that was all that mattered.

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