PPF Incorrect Quotes/The Adventures of the Ghosts

A god is bound to flesh and bone and made to walk the earth.

Whumpee hesitated. A flicker of defiance flashed in his eyes before being smothered by the weight of exhaustion.

He’d already lost once today. He knew resistance would lead to another beating. It wasn’t worth the fight.

Kneeling at Whumper’s feet, Whumpee reluctantly parted his lips.

“Good.” The tall man said approvingly. His eyes glinted as he took a drag from his cigarette, leaning forward for a better look at his seldom-behaved captive. Obedience was a good look on him.

“Good. Now wider.”

Humiliated, Whumpee forced his lips apart with all the strength he could muster. The burning flush of shame spread across his cheeks.

“Nice, Whumpee...” Whumper murmured. “Pretty teeth.” 

His gaze lingered on Whumpee’s parted lips, watching curiously as his tightened muscles began to quiver. 

Pungent smoke billowed from Whumper’s smile, filling the room with its suffocating haze.

Whumpee’s tongue started twitching from holding his mouth open for so long. His eyes darted away when he noticed Whumper lean even closer towards him, flinching as the man’s shadow crossed his face.

Pinched between two fingers, Whumper dangled his cigarette directly above Whumpee’s open mouth.

When enough soot gathered at the tip, he flicked the ash onto the Whumpee’s tongue.

“No. Don’t swallow.” Whumper commanded softly. “Keep your mouth open.”

The bitter taste of ash coated Whumpee’s tongue, burning against the back of his throat. His jaw trembled from the strain of forcing his mouth open, every muscle aching as he fought the urge to spit the disgusting mouthful at Whumper’s feet. Humiliation seethed through him, burning hotter than the ember of the cigarette.

He hated this. His survival depended on it, but this, being treated as furniture-- worse, an ashtray-- he fucking hated it. But he had no other choice.

With a forceful breath, Whumpee lifted his eyes, refusing to meet Whumper’s smug gaze.

Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between Whumper’s fingers as he relished the spectacle of Whumpee on his knees in blissful, silent submission.

“Good.” Whumper purred. “Stay just like that.”

"I can't fucking stand you."