Whumper forcing their fingers deep into whumpee's mouth until they choke and gag, over and over. Over time whumpee learns how to breathe past the intrusion, and their gag reflex is slowly trained out.
"I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whumper tells them in between sessions. "You'll thank me later."
"Open."
One word. He hated it when Whumper used one word commands as though he were an animal. Although, now that he thought about it, he wasn't too far from being one.
Whumpee opened his mouth after a second of hesitation. Even if it was brief, it was good for his mental health. Pretending like he was considering it, like Whumper wouldn't colour his body blue and black if he didn't listen.
For a moment, Whumper didn't do anything. Just stared at him with those dark eyes. Whumpee wondered if he could dissociate. It was always a pros and cons situation. Pro: You won't feel the assault. Con: You might get punished afterwards in a way which will definitely make you feel both: the assault and the punishment.
And then, without any further delay, Whumper plunged two of his fingers inside Whumpee's mouth. A strangled cry left his lips as his eyes watered, throat flexing uselessly against fingers that simply shouldn't be there.
"Swallow around them," Whumper said detachedly and then...Oh God, he started moving them back and forth, deeper and deeper each time.
Whumpee gagged, unable to do anything but make those noises. Those pretty little noises as Whumper called them.
"Good boy. I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whimper said, not letting up, his knuckles scraping the inside of Whumpee's mouth as he felt the torment continue.
