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A little look back to one of Zach's more memorable "celebrations" during his captivity. You know how it is with whumpers, always ringing things in with a bit of flair

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Warnings: Strangulation/asphyxiation, stress position, death threats, creepy whumper, whumper POV, rope restraints, knife

He'd been so sure, so damned sure, in the midst of his temper tantrum. Emotion had overtaken any sense of self preservation as he'd hissed and spit and railed against his new lot in life.

“You won't kill me, if you would've you'd have done it by now.”

Well, he looked anything but sure now. Eyes blown wide in fear, glassy as they tracked Decker’s movements. Zach’s lips were pulled apart, bearing his teeth—involuntary and desperate, just the body’s attempt to drag more air into its lungs. He was a creature of pure instinct and terror, no thought in his head except survival, every other option out of reach and no way to make it stop.

Decker smiled behind his whisky glass. It really was a picture. He leaned forward to watch the hitch of his boy’s breath, hear the wheeze as it had to work so hard to get down his constricted throat.

“You think so do you? You think you’re worth the air you breathe? Do you think it would be hard to let you go? I mean, the rest of the world already believes you’re dead… it wouldn’t be difficult to write the red in the ledger and put you down for good. No one else would miss you now. Your only worth is how entertaining you are, and if you keep up this type of behaviour… well I couldn’t be blamed for growing tired of it.”

Zach was doing his job of being entertaining now, though. With his arms twisted so high up behind his back that they sat practically between his shoulder blades, and it was such a strain just to keep them there. Zach had no choice or else the other end of the rope which was knotted tightly around his neck would strangle him further. His head was tipped all the way back but it didn’t look like that was offering much relief anymore. Every slip, every twitch of tired muscles, every jerk against the predicament tightened the noose. Decker had tied it that way on purpose. He’d strangle himself without Decker even lifting a finger, eventually.

“Having fun, Gruff?” he asked, tilting his head aside like he really wanted an answer. The amber liquid in his glass swirled invitingly around the bottom. Almost out. “It is New Year’s Eve, we should be celebrating. Could have been, if you’d just kept your head.”

Zach whined, mouth gaping like fish as his shoulders spasmed again. The punishment fit the crime here, or so Decker thought. He’d wasted precious time and effort fighting back and now it was a race to see what arrived first—midnight or Zach’s slide into unconsciousness.

Not that Decker would actually let him die, the kid had been right about that after all. Probably why it irked him so much to hear it said, knowing he didn’t have that threat to hold over Zach to keep him in line. However, a reminder and a brush with the soft all consuming darkness that was all death had to offer would frighten Zach back into shape, at least for a while. Decker might be sure Zach would live to see morning, but he could tell from the look on Zach’s face that his surety was waning with every passing minute.

Decker stood to refill his glass and picked out a new record and placed the needle down, sighing as the static gave way to a slow building melody. Zach shuffled on his knees behind him and made a retching, choked off cough that set the mood even further. It was a quiet way to spend the night, but in his line of work having a quiet night in was less risky than night on the town. His guys didn’t want to be on the job protecting him tonight and he had too many enemies to risk getting drunk away from home. 

No, a little alone time with his pet project would do just nicely. Zach might’ve tried to ruin it but really any time he got to watch Zach squirm and suffer soothed the spikes of his own temper. Somehow every bit of rage he had felt over the years after coming up short against Zach’s team flared to life every time Zach stepped a toe out of line.  It was a pleasure to beat him back into place until the beast of his own anger was sated and placated. A weird outlet, especially when Zach had paid for his debt a hundred times over already, but he didn’t much care as long as it felt good.

Still, he could be a little merciful when he wasn’t flying off the handle. Putting down his glass he turned and took up another length of rope.

“Want a little relief, Gruff?”

Zach eyed him warily, nostrils flaring as he flicked his eyes between Decker and the offending article in his hands. Finally, he sagged and offered one jerking nod of his head.

The rope fit snugly between his teeth and he was as good as gold, biting down on it when Decker instructed him to. He’d have to be rewarded for that later and Decker made a mental note of it. The rope pulled tight against the corners of Zach’s mouth and he threaded it down until he could drop the ends into Zach’s limp hands.

“Grip it, yes, there you are.”

Zach tried, grasping and struggling, and only when he finally managed to tighten his fist did he realise what he’d been offered. He sobbed, once, and then composed himself. With something to grip—however painful it might be to tug at the sensitive corners of his lips— it was suddenly easier to keep his arms where they needed to be, just a tiny bit more leverage to stop them weighing down on the constrictor knot.

He rocked in place and Decker sat back to enjoy the show as Zach used the new lifeline to hold exhaustion at bay. The bruises Zach would have tomorrow would be delectable. A perfect ring of purple and blue adorning his throat. Decker couldn’t help imagining them and how Zach would flinch as his collar tightened over them, how tender and sore they’d be and how he might huff in pain every time they were touched. 

His wrists would be rubbed raw too, perfect to grab and crush until Zach learned to hold still all over again. Like fireworks, they would bloom in beautiful shades and decorate his boy for days to come. Idly, Decker wondered if the sudden explosions of fireworks that would light the sky very soon would startle Zach enough to make the choke hold impossible to breathe through, or if he’d manage to hold it together. Zach must have no idea how much time had passed now, or how close they were to the new year beginning. All his emotion and despair from earlier at reaching another milestone as Decker’s hostage had bled away, Decker wondered if he even remembered what had got him in this position in the first place.

Probably, and probably he was playing over in his mind whether it was worth it, or whether he could have kept his outburst to himself. Decker certainly would have comforted Zach through it if he’d asked… though this was much more fun, just to wring it out of him until Zach was hollow and the emotion had faded away.

Decker leaned back and crossed one leg over the other and let his sharp leather shoe swing and then land squarely on Zach’s chest. Just resting lightly to feel every hitch of laboured breath, every tremble of oxygen-deprived muscles.

As the first gong rang through the room from the mantel clock Decker grinned and slid the knife from the holster strapped to his calf. He leaned over his knees and trailed it over Zach’s shivering torso, up his chest, until he could trace the line of the rope digging into the sensitive skin of Zach’s neck. Zach’s entire face was red, his lips tinged blue, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. It had been a very long night.

“Happy New Year, baby.”

Zach whined and flinched hard when an almighty boom filled the night sky. Decker watched, mesmerised, as the rope cinched further and Zach’s throat audibly clicked between one blast of fireworks and the next.

“Ready to be cut loose so we can go and celebrate properly?”

Something that sounded a lot like please on just a whisper of breath rolled from Zach’s drooling lips.

He danced the knife over the puckered flesh caught underneath the rope and got down on one knee so he could whisper into Zach’s ear. He hummed, took hold of the rope, and sang “And many more…”

Ella Fitzgerald warbled beautifully and the air behind Zach shimmered with the heat from the fireplace and it was perfect.

Ah, but in case I stand one little chance

Here comes the jackpot question in advance

“So how do you know each other? You sucked off his cock, Ned?”, one of the buds laughed.

“Ha, ha, Brad. Actually, it was quite the opposite, right, boy? You wanna feel a real man’s crotch, boy?”, Ned addressed the cop.

“Oh, yes, daddy!”, the police officer said joyfully and knelt. He began to rub his face into the boy’s crotch. Ned lowered his pants and pulled out his balls through the hole in the underwear.

“Worship those balls, boy. You love the smell of alpha male, don’t you”, Ned ordered the cop and then looked up with a grin at his shocked friends.

“Go and greet my pals, kiss their crotches like a real bitch.”, the teen ordered.

The boys wowed as the cop crawled to each of them, rubbed his face and kissed them on the cocks. Then, Ned ordered his toy police officer to strip.

“Show off those guns, boy. You train for your daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy. I want to be a perfect muscle slut for my daddy.”, the policeman said while flexing his powerful muscles, “But I will never be so much of a man as you, daddy!”

“See, obedient bitch. Who wanna spit on a cop? You can slap him as well, or whatever you like. He’ll let you do anything. Ah, and he’ll thank you afterward!”, Ned laughed.

The boys enthusiastically began to let out their frustrations on the cop. The last guy turned around, pushed the cop’s face onto his ass and let out a loud fart. The teens laughed at the police officer’s humiliation. And then they burst out in laughter again, when the cop thanked the kid for farting in his face.

When Ned learned that Brad’s older brother, Jack, also is a cop, he couldn’t let go off of the occasion to screw with his buddy.

“Steve, what the hell is going on?”, Jack asked his collegue, seeing him crawling behind the teen.

“Ned is the real alpha male. I’m an inferior boy obeying his commands. And you should too, Jack. You fall short when it comes to manliness.”, Steve, the cop, answered.

“You heard your buddy, Jack!”, the kid laughed, patting Jack on the face condenscendingly, “On your knees, now! Or should I give you a little presentation?”

So, Ned pulled out all ten inches of his huge cock, making Jack’s jaw drop. The muscular cop knelt feeling defeated. Ned bagan to lauch and painfully cockslap the broken police officer.

“See, Brad?”, Ned said, “Your big bro you’re so proud of is just the same little bitch as Steve. Slaves, show Brad how you worship your daddy’s cock!”

Ned dominated two more police officers: big buff Liam and the handsome Jon. Now all four policemen are kneeling in an empty parking lot.

“Who are you boys?”, Ned asked.

“We’re Ned’s bitches!”, the kneeling men answered in unison.

“Liam, I bet you make the guys scared. Nobody wants to cross you. Nobody would disrespect you. But I will call you a little fag and a wuss. And what you gonna do?”, Ned said and he spat in the Liam’s face.

“I will keep kneeling obediently. I really am a wuss. And you can spit me in the face with no consequence.”

“Now you, Jon. You play so tough. How about tomorrow you wake your little brother that you hate so much with a blowjob. And maybe he’d even want to fuck his big bro - and then you’d let him and you’ll lick all his cum. He won’t look up to you after that”, Ned said.

“Shit, that will be so humiliating… But I will do it, sir, I obey you”, Jon answered.

“OK, boys, I can see that you can’t wait for it. Steve, you were my first bitch and you had enough of my cock, kneel behind me and start licking my ass. Liam, kneel right under me and start worshipping my balls. A huge bodybuilder paying his respects to the real man. Jack and Jon, kneel before me and start sucking my cock. It will be a great evening for me”

Ahmad begged his boss not to turn his elder bro into one of his office drones but it was too late. Mr JJ wanted to see the former Air force pilot inside a tiny office cubicle as soon as possible. The thought of making this Masculine beast spend his time, energy and youth for the company made Mr JJ extremely happy. Ahmad looked helplessly at his brother as Mr JJ dragged him to the other room for his next mind numbing session.

It was Ahmad bro but now it was just an office drone. This was made clear by the drone’s new outfit and look. Besides a totally blank emotionless face and stiff body tone, the drone also had on its uniform. A tight white dress shirt. The shirt was so tight that it was basically a second skin and the nips and every muscle under the shirt were clear to see. A thin narrow black tie drops down on the bright white shirt and over Ahmad’s bro pecs. The pants were a tight spandex cross with dress pants. This allowed for every muscle in the legs to be visible and shown off. Even the ass was clearly visible as the pants hugged the large muscle ass and even went up the cranks of the drones ass. This allowed for the clear circular base of the massive butt plug each one was required to have to stand out in the spandex pants. From the front, it also shows off another part of the office drone’s attire. Each one is fitted with a uniformed size chastity cage. Since according to Mr. JJ drones are not men well not any more than their dicks no longer matter and it helps keep them on task. 

Ahmad looking at his own older brother saw his dick crammed into that tiny cage as it was on clear display within his spandex pants. The drone also had one more thing that was the worst of all of it. Its id number was tattooed on its forehead so everyone knew who this drone was. Ahmad bro was now #342. The drone handed Ahmad his letters and turned to leave. It gave Ahmad a view of his brother’s plugged hole as it turned to leave. Another coworker was walking by and made some loud sexual remark about drone #342. 

Ahmad all moring could not shake that image of his own brother as an office drone it was horrible. He thought about it as he walked from his desk during his 3 scheduled bathroom breaks. On his way over he saw his fellow office workers using the office drone. Whenever one worker makes a big sale or has earned enough rewards points he can call an office drone off. Then the drone can either suck off the worker’s dick or bend over and off the drone’s hole to the worker. Ahmad always loves this part since it is such a nice way to blow off steam and bust a nut off. But now thinking how his brother is now doing just made him sick to his stomach. 

Once in the bathroom, he walked over to one of the 5 drones assigned to bathroom duty today. Each day a different drone is required to be on their knees all day and provide their mouths as a urinal for the office workers. The drones just kneel there all day long staring forward waiting for someone to piss in their mouths. Ahmad was shocked by how messed up this really was, how could he have not cared up until now. 

Once back to the desk and the rest of the day went on as normal. He went to the office gym and notice those drones whose time it was for their workouts. Seen drones are forced to work out for 2 hours non-stop every day and are forced to take injections of different steroids to force their muscles to balloon out. This is an easy way to see how long some drones have been drones. Skinner ones are newer 350lb muscle beasts tend to be one there longer. The uniforms stay the same. Ahmad wondered just how big his brother would end up being. 

Ahmad after the gym went back to work still another 5 hours before he could go home. The home which his brother will never go to again. Once a drone is made all assist like homes, money clothes, and stuff is sold off and the drone basically becomes one in the eyes of the government. The drones don’t leave the campus they are stored in the basement where they are feed cleaned and rest. They are also subjected to even more intensive brainwashing sessions. Ahmad wondered what it was like down there. 

As the weeks went by Ahmad noticed his bro growing in size as he was forced to grow more and more. Ahmad knowing how alpha his brother was began to wonder what it would be like to be as mindless as his brother was now. Even when Ahmad cashed in some rewards and his brother was sent to pleasure him. Even on the day, he saw his brother as a urinal drone. He keeps thinking just how brainwashed he must be.