Well, Shit, Another Whump Blog

Bait tenses up as heavy hands slap down on his shoulders, prickly fire lights up his nerves as the freshest bites are purposely pressed on. He can't help but hiss and jerk away instinctively from the pain. Captain only grips harder until he is whimpering, but stops trying to get away. Pressure builds painfully as his leader leans in closer, "You spoke to a lower level nurse, you know what has to happen when anyone outside of the Program is informed of your truth."

Bait's breath hitches, eyes widening. No! Nonono! I-I didn't- Shallow gasps slip past his teeth between choked swallowing as his stomach twists, tears blinding him, "I-I...I just.."

Hands slowly move, a soft hiss is missed with the pressure around his ears. Captain presses in close, whispering into his ear, "You just sent a innocent woman to a meeting with the Project Manager. You simply can't stop making a mess for me to clean up, a shame really. She was a real pretty thing."

Eyes stare blankly ahead, unable to see through the thick tears. He...He was just in so much pain and scared. It slipped out, he didn't know where he was. Did he really...send her to her death? Bait's head stiltedly lowers, hands shaking. The thought that his panic killed someone has his stomach lurch, mouth falling slightly ajar. He shivers and realizes it's not just from the nausea, his upper body is completely exposed. Alarm compounds as a flash of yellow has him give suck in a small sound while recoiling away. Gloved hands roughly grab his head and pin him back against his leader's shoulder. One slaps over his mouth before he could cry out, "Mnnph!"

"You brought what comes next on yourself." Captain snaps as fingers press into his mutt's gums, feeling the smaller body twist in his unforgiving grasp, "Be a good little pet and take what I had to put aside fixing your mistake."

He forces Bait's lower jaw open, arm barely moving as hands scrabble at his sleeve. The dog whines, eyes screwing up in pain as his fingers dig into the floor of it's mouth. It's tongue uselessly pushes against the gloves, nails bite into his arm as the body pinned writhes. Half gagged sounds have heat beginning to pool into his groin, the heat he finds fucking disgusting. Another struggling jerk snaps him from his thoughts, holding bruisingly tight on the freckled chin. Keeping the hold strong, he picks up a piece of his mutt's shirt that he had knotted up. Wild eyes stare at the gag, "W-wai-gck!"

"Dog's don't talk." Captain breathes and shoves the cloth past his subordinate's teeth, listening to a muffled gag as he pushes it to the back of the throat. Hips buck and twist against his body. Cooing with fake concern into sweat damp locks, he smugly whispers, "What's wrong~? I know you can handle a mouthful like this easily."

He shoves Bait down while grabbing the other half of the torn shirt, swiftly wrapping it around it's face and securing it tightly. Pale hands reach instinctively for the gag, "Don't you fucking touch that."

Quivering digits curl into fists as the half naked man presses against the floor like a cowering animal. He glances around in confusion, when did he strip him? Making himself as small as possible, Bait inches away from the sound of his leader's steps. Each timid step has him staring pointedly at the chipped metal, terrified to lift his head. A sharp command of 'stay' makes him sink lower until his chest scraps uncomfortably against the ground. Silence leaves him shaking, straining to hear any hint of what's about to happen.

"Cowering mutt," Captain's voice echoes behind him, not quite standing but not crouched over him...yet. A heavy knee presses right along his spine, forcing him further to the floor, "behave and maybe I won't make this hurt."

Well used knee pads are the only saving grace with how he's being held down, exposed palms scraping painfully along the ridged surface. Breath comes fast and shallow, lightheadedness threatening to overwhelm him any time he tries to gasp through the damp cloth. He can't breathe! While he's struggling and distracted a wrist is snatched up twisted back against scarred skin. Leather encircles it before his other arm is restrained as well. No longer able to keep the pressure off his neck, Bait finds it increasingly painful to breathe. Tiny whines are all that'll pass the strained vocal chords, almost completely swallowed by the cloth drying out his mouth. Captain coos softly, "Aw~ Something hurting you?"

He gets off and Bait tries to twist away so he can breathe better. Soft tsking is followed by his superior pinning him in place by pushing on a bound upper arm. Hot pressure builds between his shoulders, radiating from the joints. Twitchy kicks cease at the soft yet distinct sound of a belt being unbuckled, eyes snapping open and staring up at Captain. The helmet gives nothing away as he slowly tugs Bait's belt free from his pants, "You've proven difficult even when restrained like this. And I don't make mistakes twice, unlike you."

Shoved roughly onto his back, Bait wails through the gag as the pressure explodes into a fiery ache lacing through the muscles in his shoulders. Squirming to alleviate the pain before the nerves react or muscles seize, he is only vaguely aware of Captain speaking. Sharp pain has him choking on the gag as he's forced up by his hair. The belt is wrapped around his upper arms and looped through the buckle. His hair is then released, the hand moving to his sternum. For a split second dazed eyes flick towards the shiny glove that begins to slowly add more of his superior's weight until the bound man is thrashing to escape. No words or strikes come from his fighting, only that the leather is adjusted until his arms are immobilized completely. Captain then finishes cinching his subordinate's belt around his chest, pinning his arms to his side. Bait pants through the gag, whining and pressing himself away with little success. His squirming stops once he feels gloved hands grip his knees, nervously pressing them together. Captain tilts his head, "You better open those legs before I make you."

Bait whimpers and hesitates, earning thumbs digging into the tender inner knees. Yelping loudly, he complies as tears well up from shame. His leader looms over him, trapping him from all sides with hands pressing in on both sides of his head. Sweat prickles across Bait's forehead, seeing his own terrified face reflected in Captain's visor. The oppressive silence drags an involuntary whimper from his chest as he desperately tries to become a part of the floor.

Time freezes as a shockingly gentle hand combs through his hair. The voice normally so sharp and demanding hushes him, "You know I have to punish you for your mistake. Maybe this time you'll learn to keep your mouth shut."

His dog whines and pulls its head away, trembling so hard he can feel it against his thighs. Damnit, why does this mutt bring out such vile desires? The man scowls and tightly grips reddish brown curls, "You cost me enjoyment with having to clean up after you. Behave, and I might leave you capable of walking out of here. Keep fighting and when I'm finished I'll leave you here for whatever monster wants my leftovers," The hand twists and yanks the tear soaked face closer, "understood?"

His mutt sobs and twists, crying out when he grips harder with a silent threat of ripping out hair, "Understood?"