Supaflybat - Anxious Allosaurus - Tumblr Blog

The funniest thing about this situation is that Elon Musk is so pissed off at not getting to do something illegal and get away with it by being a billionaire for once in his life that he has been -and I’m 100% serious here- making photo edits of our Supreme Court minister dressed as fucking Voldemort. Literal little kid taping a picture of someone they don’t like to a dartboard kind of behavior.

When you got an apocalypse level uti and no health care.

Omg that's great

So, Scary Villain (you are absolutely amazing at writing those btw chefs kiss) but vs someone who is Into That (hero or civilian) and so this scary big bad who thought they were being intimidating and downright terrifying (which they were... for a normal person) is just like ":D?!?"

I just love the slight inherit goofiness of an intimidation/scare tactic producing a VERY different result than intended towards the receiver.

(Hope you have a lovely day/night btw)

"Are you enjoying this?"

The villain stood with one hand outstretched as their telekinetic abilities wound around the hero's limbs and splayed them against the wall like a specimen beneath a microscope.

"Enjoying is...a word," the hero replied. "They said you'd be able to see me, or sense me or whatever, but man. I was sure that was bullshit."

Invisibility was a useful gift in many a situation. It didn't matter how strong or fast their opponent was when they could never see the hero coming. It didn't matter how many enemies there were when the hero could sneak past them with minimal effort and the right pair of shoes.

They'd been doing their usual, sneaking past the villain too, when the villain's hand lashed out. They hadn't bothered to even look up. The hero had gone flying as surely as if they were wearing a neon sign that screamed 'here I am!' at regular intervals.

"You might as well show yourself," the villain had drawled. "Unless you'd prefer I make an abstract painting of your organs against the ceiling."

The hero had let their invisibility drop, heart pounding.

The villain had rose, slow and predatory, to their feet. The hero hadn't been able to take their eyes off them.

The villain's head tilted at the hero's words. They took several steps closer, and all the hero could do was twitch their fingers uselessly against the wall. There was no hiding. No slipping away. The hero's breath hitched as the villain stopped less than a metre away, close enough to touch, though they didn't. Their gaze raked over the hero like a physical thing, leaving no detail spared.

"Because I can see you?" the villain asked. "Even when you don't want to be seen? Must be a novelty for someone like you."

"Because that thing you just did hurling me against a wall was bloody hot."

The villain blinked. Startled. Their eyes turned dark and molten. Their head tilted the other way.

The hero swallowed.

"But, I mean, we can call it being seen," the hero said. "Probably more professional."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Duh."

"But you are not frightened?"

"I have a peculiar reaction to danger."

"Indeed." The villain curled their finger and the pressure at the hero's throat tightened and left them choking. The villain watched it all. They might have seemed dispassionate, except...

"Enjoying yourself?" the hero rasped.

"You're a delightful surprise. Stupid, but delightful. New?"

"It's one of my many charms."

"The other being how pretty you'd look writhing and bloody with tears in your eyes? What are you doing in my lab?"

"Spelunking."

"Excellent hobby for a budding danger addict."

"I know, right?!"

The villain snorted. They loosened their telekinetic grip on the hero's throat, before they could get too dizzy. "What are you doing in my lab?"

"I was curious about you."

"Have I satisfied your morbid curiosity?"

"Morbid?" The hero wet their dry lips, but held the villain's gaze. "You haven't killed me yet. Wouldn't be as fun without the screaming and sobbing, would it?"

"There's still time." The villain paused, clocking the hero's reaction to that. "Oh, you weren't kidding. You really are a little freak, aren't you?"

"It's all in the line delivery. Do you practice?"

"No. Would you like me to practice on you?"

"I mean, I should point out I don't actually have a death wish."

"You broke into my lab."

"And for all you know I could have a cunning escape planned!"

The villain flicked their hand and the hero dropped down off the wall with a thump, landing on their knees, hands twisted behind their back. Chin tilted up by an unseen force.

"Then escape," the villain said. "Or I'll assume you want to stay like this for me."

"Most people buy me dinner first."

"We're not most people."

The hero considered them a moment, before they switched their invisibility on and then some again. Focusing. Phasing from the villain's grip.

The villain's eyes grew impossibly darker.

The hero straightened, giving a little bow.

A smirk curled the villain's lips. "I know how to keep people alive when I want to. I think I want to right now."

"Dinner? Tonight?"

"You can break in at seven."

It was the start of a beautiful new...not friendship. But they both enjoyed themselves very much.

Ned In Peril! - House of a Hundred Horrors!

Chapter 30- The Trials of Terror! Part 1.

This is it folks, the final epic feature length Chapter of Carstair's and co latest escapades! With WRATH in his grasp, Rope 'em Hard Reggie plans to sell it and Wilson Baxter to the Nazi's. But before they arrive to collect, He has Barrington placed in a mechanical mummifier to doom him!

listen I love Pokemon but this person is SO right

just fucking with some dinosaurs. some raw forces of nature

that night

(also tumblr literally wouldnt let me upload the coloured version of this one despite it being completely sfw so please look at my twitter for that)

"Nononono Joanne; the tranniessss are LYING to you! You know how they are, thosse tranniessss. But you can trussst usss, yessss. Trussst usssss mould sssporesss. Breathe in deeply of usss, yesss. We will never desssseive you, Joanne. And we make you sssee MORE clearly! The othersss, no, they don't sssee what you do, with your giftssss from usss. Breathe. BREAATHE!

"Good. Ssplendid. Time for another tweet, we think, yesss."

The way we treat children has a societal price tag I am willing to pay.

Weeks- part 7 can be read on deviantart or under the cut

first – previous – next

Keep reading

Weeks- part 4 is up on deviantart, or read the story here under the cut!

first – previous – next

Keep reading

Yo!!! Alagaësians!!!

Quick Keith doodle

Whumpmas in July 2024 - Day 7 - Post a link to your favorite whump fic of all time!

This post is part of my participation in the 2024 @whumpmasinjuly event!

-----

Ah, it's hard to pick a favorite! Here are a few that I really enjoyed:

Gallery AU (Keith and Shiro from VLD fanfic) by @trytofocus - Keith is a prisoner in a secret, highly prestigious gallery where subjects are displayed in all manners of artful bondage for the entertainment of rich patrons. Shiro is one such patron. And he isn't nice. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains adult elements and themes, and is NSFW) Why I love it: God, the mental images are SO GOOD. The way that Keith is treated as a living, breathing, unwilling art piece... the emotions, the way things are described, the care and reverence taken in tying him up and putting him on display, the way that Shiro appreciates him, the attitude that Keith gives... It's so freaking good, and it gives me crazy whumperflies. I wish there was more!

Death Valley (also on AO3) by @ashintheairlikesnow - In 2003, Finn Schneider left Germany for a month-long planned trip around the United States. Somewhere around Death Valley, he disappeared. But he wasn't alone. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains noncon, murder, and is NSFW) Why I love it: This was the second whump fic that I ever read, and it was integral in getting me into the whumpsphere! I feel SO SO SO bad for Finn, what he goes through, and how he is in his future. It's one of those stories that makes me go "OH NO BB LET ME FIX IT FOR YOU ;A;" but this poor guy has seen and been through far too much. It's brutal. Even the flash forward has me on the edge of my seat and only wanting the best for him. I hope this poor man finds love, joy, and peace.

Brother's Keeper by @darkthingshappen - Ben Adkins' life changes forever when his brother Jake fails to pay what is owed to some powerful men. Will he be able to survive his harrowing experience and return to his family? (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: Phew, this one is intense! It's one of those fics that made me go "OH DAMN." a lot. I actually had to read this one out of order a bit because (spoilers) thereʻs a recovery arc... followed by a recapture arc. I had to save some of the recovery arc to read when things got too tough and I needed some joy for the characters, because GEEZ. Poor Ben!! Poor Jake! Poor Andrei! Volkov and his guys are sick SOBs and just merciless. Itʻs so whumpy. I had to skip a chapter or two due to some of my own personal squicks, but other than that, if youʻre looking for some guys having a super bad time, this is a great fic for that!

King of The Road by @darkthingshappen - George and Danny find themselves in the hands of a very sick and twisted trucker. What will happen to them as his newest victims? (Be warned that this is fic 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: The trucker is horrible!! An absolutely evil vile terrible sick guy!!! I have to know what happens to George and Danny! Thereʻs not much of the fic yet, but Iʻm frothing at the mouth waiting for more. The brutality is so whumperiffic, and I already desperately want to save them, so you know things are on a good track!

Secrecy by @doomeddestination - A young spy is captured by a mysterious man known only as Shepard. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: Calico is such a great writer, and her dedication to her stories and characters is INSANE. This story was the first one of hers that I read, and it introduced me to Ander, who is another character that I simply wish to wrap in a blanket and give tea to and take care of forever. This poor guy just needs a break. Shepard is awful, and the suspense in the story is so great. Thereʻs a whole multitude of AUs and stories that contain these characters as well, so lots of stuff to check out! ... ... ... If Ander never gets to canonically see his mom again, I will riot in the streets. LET A GOOD THING HAPPEN TO HIM.

The Mountain Man by @darkthingshappen - A kidnapper has his sights on a hockey player and sets a plan into motion to get him into his clutches. Why I love it: Getting into the head of the whumper as he stalked and planed his capture was so cool. I loved the confusion and delirium that the hockey player showed, especially when things started to get scary. I think this story was meant to be a one-shot, but Iʻd gladly dig into more of it if it got continued!

Hazel's story by @starrywhump - A group of college students is kidnapped by a sadistic whumper who has no qualms about torturing them. Why I love it: This was the FIRST whump fic I ever found and read! I wouldnʻt be in the community now if not for this fic. I have no idea how I stumbled across it, but Iʻm so glad I did, because it introduced me to whump lingo, whump blogs, and this whole crazy world. I love the characters, the whumper is creepy and intimate, and some of what she does is just nasty and brutal. I donʻt know what happened to the author (the blog hasnʻt been updated in like three years), but I hope that theyʻre happy and doing well wherever they are. I love the fic, and would love to read more if they ever decided to continue!

There are so so so many other great fics out there, but these are just the few that come to mind off the top of my head! Any other fans of these stories out there? :O

---

Tags: @whumpmasinjuly-archive

We Are TroubleD - "Painted Into A Corner"

Written as a part of the 2024 @whumpmasinjuly event!

Day 3 Prompt: "____ deserved it."

---

Event page | My event participation masterpost (coming soon) | “We Are TroubleD” Masterpost | First | Previous | Next (coming soon)

---

Content warnings: Aggression, begging, biting (off screen), blood, cages, crying, death threats, fear, fighting, forced to watch, hurtful language, implied SA mention, implied future danger (whipping), manhandling, non-con touching mention, physical violence, restraints (bound and gagged), struggling, swearing, threats of future harm, wounds

---------------------------------------------------

            Darius never imagined that being a kidnapping victim could be so boring. Days had passed since he and his best friend Tristan had been abducted from their apartment, and once the initial fear and fury of being bound, gagged, and locked in dog cages had subsided, things had gotten dull for the most part.

            Half the time their captor wasnʻt even home; He was away at his day job working just like any other normal average person would, keeping up appearances. No one probably suspected that he was keeping two college kids in his basement for ransom money. 

            There wasnʻt much to do as a captive. More often than not Darius found himself sitting quietly in the storeroom that they were held in staring blankly at the walls as hours ticked by. He was alone with his thoughts, wondering what the hell would happen to them next.

            Of course, he wasnʻt actually alone. Tristan was there with him, but they couldnʻt talk to each other due to their ever-present gags. It was driving them crazy.

            Luckily the man had finally let up on them, apparently realizing that they weren’t superhumans who needed to be kept in maximum-security confines. He had seen their shoulders slump defeatedly and noticed the fiery urge to fight slowly dim in their eyes. They seemed to have accepted that they were truly stuck, and perhaps were even fully resigned to their situation.

            That assumption was wrong, but that was a secret the boys planned to keep to themselves for now.

            Darius let out a sigh and leaned back in his bed, though that was a generous term for what the setup was. Seemingly pleased with how his hostages had forcefully settled into their captivity, their captor had given each of them their own space to exist in while they waited for their ransom to be paid. It was nothing fancy –just mattresses on the floor, their own pillows, and individual throw blankets—but at least they were out of the cages.

            Mostly Darius was glad that they were able to stretch out again. They werenʻt bound anymore, spare for each being locked into a lined leather ankle cuff on one leg. Chains attached their cuffs to metal loops on the wall that kept them tethered to their respective areas.

            Despite the relative freedom, Darius and Tristan couldnʻt get very close to each other. They had been stationed across the room from each other with Darius up against one wall near the water heater, and Tristan set up along another wall, somewhat near a storage shelf. Fully extending their chains didnʻt do much to close the gap between them. It was frustrating.

            But they could talk again. Thank goodness for that. Their captor had removed their gags earlier that morning, knowing full well that since their hands were now free itʻd be pointless to try to keep their mouths taped shut. Any gag would instantly be ripped off. The man had made a clear threat, however: This freedom was “an experiment” and “an exercise in trust” as he “tried something new with them”. Trust easily could be broken, and if they “didnʻt behave” or “did anything stupid”, he promised to not only restrain them again, but to “do something much worse”. 

            Never mind that. Darius was just eager to chat with Tristan once more; There were a lot of thoughts to catch up on. Strategies to plan. Commiserating to do… But it’d have to wait until Tristan got back- their captor had bound his hands before him and led him into the main area of the basement, where Darius had been forced to film his ransom video a few days prior. He assumed that it was Tristan’s turn to do the same, since apparently his hadn’t been enough on its own to get the man paid.

            God, Tris’ poor aunt… She’d undoubtedly be distraught when she saw the footage. Darius’ parents could probably afford to pay his ransom, but who would pay Tristan’s? His family wasn’t well off, especially since his aunt had to look after her sick sister- Tristan’s mother. How would they be able to afford to get him out? Would Darius’ parents help? Would they do what he had asked of them in his own video? Had their captor even kept that part in the final cut that he sent to them?

            Darius stared up at the ceiling, his vision relaxed and unfocused as he zoned out. Dust particles danced and swirled in the air above him, glittering in the sunlight that streamed in through the window. It was something to watch while he waited, and if he got any more bored, he could adjust his gaze and count the number of nails sticking out of the exposed ceiling beams… again.

            Suddenly a sharp yell tore through the silence, shattering his trance. There was a commotion outside of the room as their captor shouted first in pain, then in rage. Darius heard a string of swearing… loud, furious swearing, then an explosive clatter, like a body had been pushed into something and fallen hard to the ground.  

            A second later the door burst open, and Tristan crashed into the storeroom, his eyes wide and wild as he leaned against the door frame to catch his breath. He glanced over his shoulder back at the main basement space behind him. Clearly, he had just broken free from their captor and bolted, but how?

            Darius jolted upright, taking Tristan in. Then he saw the blood. It was dribbling from the side of Tristan’s mouth, his teeth stained red with it.

            “Tris, what the hell happened?!”

            Tristan brought his bound hands up to his face and wiped away the red liquid, visibly shaking.

            “He groped me… I bit him.”

            “He what?!” Fuck. Was that what their captor meant by “trying something new with them”?!

            “YOU FUCKING LITTLE BRAT! I’LL KILL YOU!”

            Tristan was in a momentary daze, but quickly snapped back to life, his face terrified at the sound of their captor charging toward him.

            “Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!” in a swift motion he slid inside the storeroom and slammed the door shut, fumbling around with the handle looking for a lock or anything to help barricade them inside. There was nothing. Instead, he threw himself against the door and planted his feet, praying that it would be enough to keep their captor from getting in.

            “Got any ideas?!” he called over to Darius, but his friend was staring back with his mouth agape, still processing what was happening.

            “I can’t reach you!” Darius exclaimed in a panic. His eyes flitted around, trying to find anything that could be useful. There were a few cans of paint on the floor near the storage shelf on the other side of the room, but that was about it. Maybe if Tristan could sprint over there before the man caught up to him, he could use them to better keep the door shut. Alternatively, they could be a decent melee weapon to knock the guy out if—

            BANG! Too late. Their captor slammed his fist against the door and Tristan yipped.

            “OPEN UP!” the man bellowed, fighting to twist the knob. Tristan gripped the handle tighter and frantically pushed back against the door with his shoulder, visibly straining.

            BANG! BANG!

            Fuck, Darius had to help him! Tristan couldn’t leave to get to the paint cans, but maybe he could. He crawled off of his mattress and slid onto the cement floor, cringing at the chill of the icy surface on his bare knees. As quickly as he could, he made his way over to the cans. Closer… closer…

            His hand stretched out. Not close enough. He leaned forward… still not close enough. He lay flat on his stomach, pinching his eyes shut at the unpleasant cold against his chest. One of the paint cans was before him, so freaking close.

            Come on… Come on…

            He was fully flat on the ground and extended out now. The chain tethering his ankle cuff to the wall was taut, the cuff itself biting into his foot uncomfortably. His fingertips barely brushed against the side of the can closest to him.

            Tristan yelped again in alarm, fighting a losing battle against the man trying to break in.

            Come on!!! COME ON!!!

            Darius yelled, trying to summon some hidden inner strength, then leapt forward to the best of his abilities, swatting at the object. The wind was knocked out of him as he flopped back down on the floor, and his ankle complained bitterly as it fought against its restraint, but he didn’t care.

            It worked, but just barely. The slap had moved the paint can enough that he could hit it again. He took another leap and inched it a bit further. Again. Again. Finally, it was within grabbing distance, and he snatched it and pulled it toward him.

            The thing was indeed weighty, so full and heavy that it would definitely pack a wallop if Tristan was able to wield it effectively. One well-aimed slam to the skull would hopefully be enough to knock out their captor. With him unconscious they could escape, or at least steal his phone to call the police.

            “TRIS! HIT HIM!” Darius called, setting the can on its side. He lined up the shot and shoved it hard, sending it rolling in Tristan’s direction with a loud rumble. Tristan glanced down at it briefly, then reached out a foot to catch it. 

            That was a mistake.

            BANG! There was another hard hit at the door as their captor rammed into it. With Tristan reaching out for the can, his balance was off, and he was no longer firmly planted on the ground. He wobbled fearfully, then fully tumbled over due to the shudder of the door.

            “NO, NO, NO—”

            BANG! The door flew open and slammed hard into Tristan’s side, coming to a stop where he sat. He shrieked as it hit, more in fearful surprise than pain. Frantically he pawed for the paint can as their captor tried to finish forcing his way inside, swearing up a storm and swiping at him. It was a truly frightening scene- trails of bright red blood trickled down the manʻs right forearm, stemming from the fresh bite marks left by Tristan.

            Tristan seized the can’s handle and yanked it up, readying his strike. He scuttled out of the way enough for the man to make it partially inside, then swung, aiming for his jaw.

            He made a bad calculation, though; Had Tristan still been standing, it would have worked brilliantly, but his position on the floor combined with the hindrance of his wrists being bound before him put him at a huge disadvantage. It was an awkward angle that didn’t provide him with enough momentum or strength behind the blow.

            It connected, but not where he wanted. The motion had been clumsily broadcast, and the man had a split second to react, bringing his arm up to shield his face. The can bumped against him and bounced off ineffectively, the force of the rebound causing the handle to jerk free of Tristan’s grasp. The whole thing dropped to the ground with a boom and was quickly kicked out of reach by Tristan’s desperate attempt to scramble away from his attacker.

            Their captor tripped but caught himself. The force of the hit had briefly stunned him, but he got over it quickly. Perhaps itʻd hurt later, but for the moment he was too full of raging adrenaline to notice. One thing was for certain - he definitely wasn’t incapacitated.

            “You. Little. Shit.” he growled, and in a second he was on top of Tristan, pinning him to the ground in the doorway.

            Tristan brawled and squirmed, but the man straddled him and sat on his bound arms, making it impossible to fight him off, even with his useless kicking.

            “GET OFF OF ME YOU SICK CREE— UNGH!” Tristanʻs thought was cut off by a violent punch to the face, which elicited a loud, whimpering cry.

            “STOP IT!” Darius pushed himself to his feet and dashed as far as his chain would allow him to, roaring in vexation when the metal once again went taut. Desperately he tried to reach forward to pull the man off of Tristan, but he couldnʻt get to either of them. “GET OFF OF HIM! STOP IT! STOP IT!”

            The man had all of his rage trained on Tristan however and was completely ignoring Darius.

            “You wanna bite people like a fuckin’ animal? Then I’ll treat you like a fuckin’ animal!” hIs hand shot up above him and reached for something hanging among a variety of items secured to the wall with hooks.

            The boys had wondered what the objects that dangled there were for. Some seemed like completely innocuous utilities to have in a home: extension and bungee cords, chains, ropes, and padded ear protection... but this guy was a professional kidnapper. They knew those were for more than simply accomplishing household tasks.

            The other things that hung there were more puzzling and sinister: long strips of leather, short strips of leather, looped strips of leather… all lengths of leather. There were paddles, clips, and a myriad of other bizarre tools. Their ankle cuffs had come from there, and now that Darius looked at the things a little more closely, he thought he could make out a few other items hiding in the organized chaos like blindfolds, metal handcuffs, a bright red ball hanging between two long leather strips...

            He gulped as it all started to sink in. This was getting very real and very scary very fast.

            The man’s hand closed around some strangely shaped leather object that neither boy had managed to figure out quite yet. From their positions in the room, it looked like it could be an old western-style holster for a gun. However, as he ripped it down and brought it closer to Tristan’s face, both boys began to get a better idea of what it could be, especially once Tristan spied the small bit sticking out from inside.

            “No! Donʻt gag me again!” he pleaded.

            The man persisted, completely undeterred by Tristan’s protests.

            “Open up.” he commanded, but Tristan threw his head to the side and clamped his mouth shut, his face pained and his eyes still watering from the punch.

            With a strong and unforgiving grip, their captor’s free hand shot out and roughly dug into Tristan’s cheeks, squeezing harshly until his lips parted and he once again cried out in pain.

            “TRISTAN! STOP! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Darius kicked, rattling his chain angrily at the sound of his friendʻs distress.

            All the same the bit was slipped into Tristanʻs mouth, causing him to sputter while he whipped his head to and fro. What looked like half a dozen loose straps flopped around his face and slapped against his skin as he moved.

            “Stay still.” their captor commanded. Tristan refused, but the man clapped a hand over the heavy strip of leather covering his mouth to keep it in place.

            He shifted and got up just enough to flip the boy onto his stomach, then sat back down on his back. Tristan grunted with the weight on top of him, and their captor quickly got to work on securing the buckles and straps, pulling them tight and secure around Tristan’s head.

            There were so many… each strap locked his jaw closed tighter and tighter until he was practically unable to move it at all, very effectively silencing him. A triangle of leather straps framed his nose and snaked up his head, then was secured in back. Finally, a collar-like strip of leather was fastened around his neck. What the fuck was this gag?! It was so complex. He was being treated like Hannibal Lecter.

            Darius was frantic, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to help. Their captorʻs boot knocked against something and sent it rolling lazily in his direction. Dariusʻ vision drifted over to it, then flicked back to Tristan and the man. Neither was paying attention to him. He began to crawl toward the object as covertly as he could. Just as he extended his hand to grab it…

              “MMPH!” Tristanʻs pleas were unintelligible, and his voice pitched higher like he was trying to fight off frightened tears.

            The man pulled a few more objects off of the wall and clicked them into place behind the gag. Padlocks. There was no way to get it off without the keys now.

            “There.” their captor said, roughly pulling Tristan’s head up and back. “Muzzled like a fucking dog. That’ll teach you, you little shit.”

            Darius gasped. A muzzle?! A fucking muzzle?! He was aghast that they even made those for humans. What the fuck?!

            “Are you kidding me?! Thatʻs fucking insane!” Darius exclaimed, whipping around. “Take that off of him!” his demands still went ignored, like he wasnʻt even in the room.

            Their captor let go of Tristan long enough to stand up, and Tristan whined, then swiftly brought his hands up to tear at the gag. He twisted and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge. Not even shaking his head to loosen it up gave him any relief.

            He was grabbed again by a metal loop fixed to the strap at the crown of his head and hauled to his feet. The man guided him toward his mattress until he made a sharp jerk left and yanked a blanket off of a rectangular mass in the corner.

            No… Fuck! Not again!

            “Animals get caged.” their captor said. Tristan cried and struggled in his grasp, trying to push his hand away to no avail.

            “Down.” the man commanded. Once again, Tristan refused. No matter. The quick blow dealt to his stomach caused him to crumple to his knees with a grunt, and before he could recover, the cage door was open, and he was shoved inside. He barely had time to sit up before the door slammed shut and was locked.

            “Fucking stop it! Leave him alone!!” Darius cried. They had just gotten out of the stupid dog kennels… this was inhumane.

            “He deserves this.” the man spat, then aggressively kicked the cage, causing it to slide across the floor a few feet with the horrible screech of metal against stone. Within it, Tristan squealed in alarm and collapsed onto his side.

            Dariusʻ hands balled his hands fists. “You touched him you sick fuck! Anyone would fight back against that!”

            The man spun on his heel and took a menacing step toward Darius, his bloody fingers twisting in like the claws of a beast.

            “If you don’t shut up, I’m muzzling you too.”

            Darius flared his nostrils, his face scrunched in a defiant frown.

            “Make me.”

            Their captor snatched a second muzzle from the wall and took one step closer to Darius. He raised the gag, ready to—

            Ding-dong!

            The sound of the house’s doorbell was barely audible in the basement, but still managed to snap both captor and captive out of the moment. The manʻs eyes widened in realization and he stopped, loosening his grip on the gag.

            “Fuck. The Delivery.” he muttered to himself. He straightened and peeked down at his arm to assess his bloody wound, then grumbled in irritation. He’d have to work quickly to hide it from the delivery guy. He shot an angry look at Darius.

            “Iʻll be back.” he promised. “Donʻt. Scream.” a drop of blood dripped from the finger that he raised to point at Tristan. “If you do, Iʻll kill him.”

            Darius swallowed hard and nodded smally.

            That threat was hollow. Nothing more than a bluff...

            …right?

            But between the punch, what Tristan had mentioned, and the mercilessness with which the man had already acted today, all bets seemed off. The guy was still furious and seemed capable of anything right now. 

            Without another word the man stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Darius didn’t make a peep until he heard their captor’s heavy footsteps reach the top of the landing upstairs, where he shut that door as well.

            Almost instantly Darius scrambled over to Tristan’s cage as close as the chain on his ankle would allow him.

            “Tris— Fuck. Fuck! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?! Fuck!!”

            Woefully, Tristan looked up at him and curled his fingers around the bars of the cage.

            “Mmph…”

            Darius reached out and was finally able to touch him again thanks to the guy kicking the cage into the middle of the room. He gently rested his fingers on top of Tristan’s, and the feeling of his friend’s skin against his sent an unexpected tingle through him. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed the touch of someone friendly.

            “This is all my fault.” he whispered brokenly. “I’m so fucking sorry. You shouldn’t be here. I can’t believe this is happening. The fact that he touched you like that…. That he—” he took a shaky breath, trying to bite back his emotions, but they were crashing around in his mind like a marching band exclusively made up of cymbal players.

            Tristan looked back at him with pain in his eyes. Darius didn’t have the specifics of what had happened to him, but if it was enough to make him bite their captor hard enough to draw blood, it couldn’t have been anything small.

            “We’re going to get out of here.” Darius promised, though he had no grounds to do so. “Did he make you film a video?”

            Tristan flinched slightly at the question and his gaze dropped to the floor. He was silent for a minute before he nodded.

            “Mm-hmmph.”

            “God, I’m sorry. Your aunt… was the ransom number high or—”

            “Mm-mmph.” Tristan shook his head, his brows knit together. It was hard to fully read his expression with so much leather covering his face, but he wore the look that he sometimes got when he was processing something difficult, be it a math problem or a complex emotion.

            Darius hesitated, his heart pounding. There was suddenly a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach.

            “It— it was a… ransom video… … … right?”

            Tristan’s fingers slipped out from under Darius’, and he pulled them back inside the cage, then slowly brought his arms up to his chest. He followed suit with his legs and bent his knees, fully curling in on himself. His head lowered and he turned away, no longer able to look at Darius.

            With a small sniffle he shook his head again.

            The realization made the world crash down around Darius. His stomach lurched and he swallowed hard to keep himself from being sick.

            “He’s dead.” he breathed. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

            Without warning he rose, then stormed back over to what he had been reaching for during the tussle: the paint can. He held it tightly in his grasp, his expression livid.

            He was so lost in his fury that he didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the stairs again. The door swung open as their captor opened it with far more force than necessary. He strode back in with a bandage freshly wrapped around his wound.

            “Now, where were we—”

            With a furious roar, Darius hurled the paint can as hard as he could. It careened by their captor’s face, then slammed against the wall behind him at full speed. With an explosive “CRASH!!” it bounced off, then clattered to the ground.

            He missed.

            The man stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at the object, his eyes just as wide with surprise as Darius’. He turned his vision to the panting boy without a word, but he didn’t have to say anything; Darius knew that he had fucked up.

            Their captor clicked his tongue in disappointment and stepped over the fallen paint can.

            “It seems I was too quick to trust you boys with your freedom.” he chided. His tone was hauntingly calm, but it boiled dangerously just below the surface. He reached down and started unbuckling his belt, keeping his eyes locked on Darius as he did so. His captive couldn’t hide his sudden and intense fear.  

            “You shouldn’t have done that.” their captor continued darkly, sliding his belt out of the loops. His hand closed around the metal buckle, and he wrapped some of the leather around his wrist and hand for support.

            “I-I’m sorry.” Darius sputtered, though he couldn’t believe he was apologizing. He watched as the man’s eyes swept over to survey Tristan, and panic rose in his gut, threatening to choke him. Darius dropped to his knees on his mattress and bent forward into a bow, lowering his head to beg.

            “Don’t hurt him. P-please don’t hurt him. Please. Please. Please don’t hurt him.”

            “You fucking prick…” their captor pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath in. “I said I’d only kill your friend if you screamed.”

            “I didn’t. Please… Please!” Darius’ voice cracked. He didn’t want to cry, but he was terrified for Tristan’s safety. He lurched back fearfully on instinct when the man took another heavy step toward him. “Please don’t hurt him! PLEASE!”

            The man unfurled the belt. Even with it partially wrapped around his hand for support, the long sturdy strip of leather nearly trailed down to the floor.

            “I didn’t scream!!” Darius cried.

            The man stood in front of him and glared down with disgust. Slowly the hand holding the belt raised and pulled back, poised to fall upon the boy kneeling before him.

            “You will.”

---------------------------------------------------

Whoa, what?! The guys have names now?! Yes! We’ll see if their captor gets one. I went back and edited all of the other entries thus far to include their names, so that’s something different for ya if you’ve been reading for a while!

Thank you so much to @risahraun for beta-reading, and especially for catching how many times I accidentally added an extra “i” in Tristan’s name. The muscle memory for typing his name isn’t there yet, but hopefully I’ll get it soon!

---

Tag list: @dutifullykrispyland, @fleur-a-whump, @gala1981, @generic-whumperz, @risahraun @whumpmasinjuly-archive

The Irish got jokes

Respectfully, Ireland is the best country on the planet

Younger Roche inspired by Anoke's 'Major Design Flaw' fic series!

Behind Cut- Nekkid Roche tied up by Iorveth and unhappy about it. If you don't want to see that, don't go behind the cut!