Whumpers, Inc.

His hand on the nape of Whumpee's neck tightened not enough to hurt, but enough to command absolute attention. He leaned down, his face inches from Whumpee's, his eyes boring into theirs with a terrifying intensity.

Ch 3: Special Training

More torture for little Marcus 😈 Many thanks to @whump-tr0pes for letting me do this, you're the best ✨

Read it here or over on ao3. 2430 words. Enjoy 🍆

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“Can you see anything, Levy Unit?”

You know I fucking can’t! “No, Captain.”

“Do you know what that means?”

Marcus gasped as he felt the tablet move. Instead of it lifting away, he felt it slide along his inner thigh, toward his groin. No. Fuck. Without thinking, he strained against the straps pinning his legs to the chair to bring his knees together.

“I asked you a question, Lev.”

He clenched his teeth together, flinching as the hard, cool edge of the tablet nudged between his legs. 

“You’re so easy to distract,” David murmured, sounding amused.

“It means I can’t, hnngh--” Marcus looked down, despite the blindfold, as fingers replaced the tablet, rubbing along the crotch seam on his pants. How is this training?!

“Yes?”

“Can you see anything, Levy Unit?” You know I fucking can’t! “No, Captain.”

He's so MEAN, laying traps Marcus can't help but fall into, playing games he can't help but lose!!!

“It means I can’t, hnngh--” Marcus looked down, despite the blindfold, as fingers replaced the tablet, rubbing along the crotch seam on his pants. How is this training?!

How indeed?? I need to kill this man. *remembers it's canon that he gets promoted after this* dammit

“I can’t see any information on the display,” he said in a rush, tensed against the chair restraints as David continued to grope. Marcus inhaled sharply but didn’t cry out as heard and felt his fly being unzipped. Don’t. Not this. “Good. Eyes front, Lev.” 

He needs to die he needs to die he needs to diiiiieee

“I’m going to hurt you until you tell me what I want to know.”

Don't touch him!!!

“Tell me.” Thwack. Marcus bit down on his lower lip. I can’t. If I say anything, I’m dead. Was he bleeding? There was no way to feel anything but the pain. It throbbed, like a broken bone. 

He would be dead, they'd discard him as broken even though this is all USELESS.

“Last chance.” No no no...  “If I break you enough, they’ll kill you anyway, right?”

This is SO fucking cruel. There is no right answer. Just pure mindfuckery.

“Why would they pay to fix you when you’re so easy to replace?” At least the needle wouldn’t hurt. Or would it? It would be like AMTEC to make the consequences of a final failure hurt like any other punishment. I can’t. I need to breathe. I ca-- 

He means something. He DOES, he means something to himself and he'll mean something to Jake...

“Are you sure you don’t have anything to say?” He lowered the cane and gently gripped Marcus’ jaw, lifting until Marcus’ head was resting against the back of the chair. “Why go through more of this?” His breathing hitched.  “Nothing? Alright.” David grinned and set his hand on Marcus’ left fist. “On we go, then.”

LEAVE HIM ALOOOOOOOONE

“From this point forward, I’m going to expect this level of performance from you in all things.” He stroked Marcus’ cheek with the cane.  “Y...yes,” he replied, visibly struggling to get his breathing back under control, “Captain.”

So evil, so cruel to do this much to him and then tell him to expect this again...

“When I come to you in the future, you’ll have more to show me than you did in that cleaning closet.” He lowered the cane and rapped it against the metal of the chair, grinning when Marcus flinched. “Yes?”

NOOOOOOOOO

“You said...I passed.” “Did you think that meant that you could leave?” David wished he’d taken the blindfold off. He put his knee on the chair and slowly pushed it into Marcus’ groin.  “C-Captain--” “We’re not done here until I’m sure you’ve absorbed every lesson I had you brought here to learn, little lev.” David fished the ring gag out of his pocket and tapped Marcus on the nose. “Open up.” “Please,” Marcus breathed. Goosebumps coated his arms between leather straps and cane weals.

Marcus being so scared, in so much pain, that he would beg? He'll hate himself for this. He'll never let himself be this vulnerable again. Until the next time, at least.

“Please,” David taunted, chuckling, “don’t pretend for my sake. Struggle, if you like. Scream, for all the good it will do you.” He scoffed and removed his fingers, swiping them dry on Marcus’ shirt before moving away. “You seem inexperienced with...swallowing.” David threw an amused look back over his shoulder. “Do I have that right, levy?”

I'm going to kill himmmmm

“If you stay calm and learn to be in command of that pesky gag reflex, you won’t suffocate.” He stared into Marcus’ wide brown eyes, watching the tears build as he struggled against the headstrap and gag. “Understand, little lev?” “‘Ease,” Marcus begged, his good hand squeezed into a bloodless fist.

Marcus... poor boy

“You’ll get used to having your throat filled.” David sighed, content as he watched Marcus fighting to stop the waves of motion rolling through his body. “Fuck you look good like that, lev.” He cupped under Marcus’ chin, letting a fingertip lightly rest against his throat, needing to feel each attempt to retch. An ache pulsed in his cock at the thought of feeling Marcus struggle from the inside, hot and wet and squeezing. “Good boy. You’ll be capable of so much by the time I’m done with you.”

Fuck OFF. Ahhhh Marcus. Salvation is years and years away.

“Shh. Breathe through your nose. Relax and take it.” David chuckled as Marcus’ frown deepened. “Good. Stay focused.” He let his hand fall away as the times between gagging lengthened. He palmed between Marcus’ legs instead, fondling gently through his boxers.  Marcus’ yell ended in a gurgle and sparked a fresh round of coughing and gagging.  “Mmm.” He worked a hand into Marcus’ boxers and started stroking. He smiled, knowing that each time Marcus squirmed his fresh cane weals would burn and throb. “Steady, lev. Let’s get you nice and warmed up...”

Poor boy... he's so trapped, and for WHAT...

Iesin & Talvos

A fae captured and systematically, brutally experimented on becomes the doorway to escape for his captor’s assistant, a quietly traumatized human who has never known freedom.

Main tropes: lab whump, dehumanization, occasional gore, fantastic racism/speciesism, wing whump, nonhuman whump, conditioning, disassociation.

Serys the falconry fae

Set in Iesin and Talvos’ verse (links to same doc, look for Falconry Fae section), Serys is a fae captured and trained by a human to be a silent, obedient hunter.

Main tropes: dehumanization, forced mutism, occasional gore, food deprivation.

Fog and Furrow

Fern, a touch telepath kept by one of the agencies who care for and imprison nearly all Paths, learns to live as a person after their rescue from a sadistic handler, while struggling with the long-term effects of the agencies’ callous use of their mind.

Main tropes: institutionalized dehumanization, overstimulation, telepathy whump, mind control.

Elias and Colin

Set in the Fog and Furrow verse (links to same masterlist, look for Elias section) Elias is a damn good Path handler - and also a double agent for a kidnapping ring. Their Path, Colin, fights secret issues of his own while unaware that his readings are used to support the same kidnappers that the agency’s clients pay to use his talents against.

Main tropes: institutionalized dehumanization, telepathy whump, kidnapping, organized crime.

237599: Home Again

Peyton Montgomery had it all. Born to a staggeringly wealthy family, he was on the fast track to inherit a life of luxury and privilege. His disappearance changed everything. Twenty-seven months later, returning as a product of the WRU’s famed system, the human pet who answers to 237599 is forced to regain the memories taken from him by a family desperate to have him back.

Main tropes: box boy universe, pet whump, conditioned behavior and recovery from conditioning.

Lourdes: One of a Kind

The product of a secretive program deep within the bowels of WRU, 338947 is the latest pet produced by the Lourdes Program. Set in the same canon as 237599: Home Again.

Main tropes: box boy universe, pet whump, rape, dubious consent, exploring individuality, recovery from sexual trauma, sexual exploration as a means of healing, imperfect recovery, morally grey protagonist, serial killings, murder.

Platonic Ideal

Passed from house to house by a series of owners ranging from uncaring to incompetent to unkind to cruel, Platonic Companion - Medical Specialty boxie Matti endures the WRU system’s toll on his body and spirit with fewer and fewer hopes for the kindness and safety he was once promised. In the end, leaving is the easiest decision he’s ever made. It’s recovery that’s hard. Set in the same canon as 237599: Home Again.

Main tropes: chronic illness, box boy universe, pet whump, recovery.

Hollow-Point Intent

Five years ago, Cyril Moore - contracted tattoo artist to their fiancé’s family “business” and competitive sharpshooter - disappeared and was presumed dead. They didn’t dare hope they could return. When their wildest dream comes true and they find themself in their fiancé’s arms once more, it’s with the knowledge that there are things lurking under their skin they have no way to explain.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.

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500 notes = 1 hr of overstim

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Isak and Sain are in a WIP that is *checks outline* about 3 scenes from the end right now! I will be posting on that within a month or so, I hope (including seeking beta readers). Everything about them + their story, including a few Whumptober2025 fills, is currently collected on this blog in the Unnatural Means tag.

While I've got this post open, I should do as I've been intending to do and put the Whumptober2025 fills in order by when they happen in the story:

Story summary/pitch

Iron Rod fill: Witch-Confessor Isak confronts his prisoner, Sain, with implements of torture. Sain flirts back. (some NSFW)

“You’ve got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears”: Again Isak tries to convince the Sain to admit his crimes. Struggling with how much to make of their intimacy, he stumbles on where Sain’s most vulnerable.

"Would you even want me..?": When Isak is forced to torture his lover, Sain, which of them will be the one to break?

"I hope you see the sun someday in the darkness" : Sain can’t keep track of day or night while he’s imprisoned by the Witch-Confessors. (NSFW fill). Excerpts from a few different points in the story, including toward the end.

I often get asks about the relationship between servants and those they serve and how the relationship develops over time or what's appropriate between servant and employer at any given time. Many period dramas do get this right but a lot don't and send mixed signals to the audience about the true nature of the relationship between servant and employer.

There's a Strict Hierarchy

This is one inescapable concept that often gets forgotten in a lot of modern media. The relationship between servant and employer is a hierarchal one, the employer and servant are not on the same level socially.

Servants will always address their employer by their title or by sir/ma'am - at least in public and if there is any deviation of the rule, it's in private and only at the invitation of the employer themselves. Employers in turn would use the appropriate title for the servant in question (I outline these here). This done very well in Downton Abbey, especially when Tom marries into the family and they struggle with calling him 'Tom' rather than Branson.

A servant would never greet their employer informally or answer back. This is inaccurately portrayed in the exchange between Mrs Russell and Turner in The Gilded Age.

Servants would also not address their employer directly without being addressed first. This is very single meeting.

Servants would not walk in step with their employer or sit in their presence. They would walk two or three steps behind at all times and only sit when invited. They would not touch their employer without leave either. This is done well in Queen Charlotte, with Brimsley.

A servant would have to obey orders from another member of their employer's family or their guest but only within reason. This is shown in The Gilded Age the lady's maid Adelheid is borrowed by Mrs Russell from her daughter for a time when she fires her own maid.

Above and Beyond

Some employers might expect more from their servants that aren't exactly in the job description. It was understood in service that sometimes you would be asked to tackle things not in one's paygrade. In Queen Charlotte, Lady Danbury's maid Coral helps her lady lie about the death of Lord Danbury to allow her time to gather herself and appear more upset. For example:

A lady's maid might act as messenger between a pair of lovers.

A footman might lie to the mistress about the whereabouts of his master (with the master's approval of course)

A butler might procure some less than legal party favours for a bash his lord and lady are throwing.

A guardsman might aid their charge in escaping the house/palace for a night of fun.

No matter what, a servant is expected to go above and beyond without complaint. The response to "jump" should nearly always be "how high". However, if there is a strange or harmful request, a servant had recourse to ask a higher ranking servant or employer whether or not they should agree to the request.

That being said, servants are people at the end of the day and might have scruples. Often, servants were far more conservative than their employers but more often that not, they would swallow their morals to do the job that is needed. This is accurately portrayed in Downton Abbey when Mrs Bird complains about Mrs Crawley asking her to wait on Ethel, a former prostitute, leading to Mrs Crawley to dismiss her.

Bonding

Because some servants work closely with an employer, relationships often evolve between employer and servant. There must be a certain level of trust between servant and employer or else the house would fall apart. Bonds do form but these bonds don't interrupt the hierarchy or the professional relationship - at least in public. For example:

A lady's maid or a valet might act as confidant to their mistress/master, keeping their secrets. This is seen in Downton Abbey where Anna and Bates act as confidants with Lady Mary and Lord Grantham respectively.

A kitchen maid may slip the children of the house an odd treat in defiance of their parents or governess.

The staff might chip in for a gift for a beloved employer on an anniversary or special occasion.

The same is said for employers, who would also show favour by gift giving or promotion.

A loyal servant might be left some money on the death of their master/mistress.

A retiring lady's maid might be granted a gift from her mistress.

Employers might listen to the advice of their servants or servants may approach employers in times of difficulty. An employer might see a servant's child educated well or might pay a doctors bill, but these are kindnesses. Because there is a certain level of proximity, certain familiarities can grow but it is unlikely that either will consider it 'friendship' exactly.

Boundaries

However, there are boundaries between servant and employer. Even in cases of familiarity and good will, a servant and employer would not meddle in each other's affairs. For example:

A servant might dislike an employer's guest but would not refuse to serve or wait on them. This is depicted inaccurately in Downton Abbey's Christmas special, where the butler Stowel refuses to serve former chauffeur Tom Branson.

An employer in some eras could not deny a servant the right to get married.

A servant may be expected to be available at any given time and come running at the sound of the bell. But if a servant is on a day off or ill, an employer can't punish them for not being available when knowing beforehand they wouldn't be.

A good servant knows when they are needed and when to disappear. They should not linger if it is clear they shouldn't be here.

A servant might see their employer engaging in harmful or immoral behaviours but would not have the right to criticise or inform anybody.

A servant might be tasked with dealing with their employer in a state of undress (but this never crossed gender, a valet or a butler would handle a naked male employer and only a female servant would deal with a lady's intimates) and while seeing them in this state, would not look or make a big deal over it.

The professional boundary should not be breached on either side of the divide. A servant wouldn't approach an employer with personal issues nor would an employer welcome the servant's unauthorised counsel.

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