#tw muzzle

Some sketches of the guy with a body count!!!!

Plus a cute comic :D

Warnings: captivity, restraints, muzzle, torture, defiant whumpee, sensory deprivation

Whumper walked down the long hallway to the room they had locked Whumpee in almost twenty-four hours ago. They had thought Whumpee would have been easy to break.

They were wrong.

Not only was Whumpee bratty and defiant with their words, they also tried to fight Whumper with every breath they had. It was only after Whumpee had spat on Whumper five times and tried to bite Whumper three times that Whumper had decided they only had one course of action.

"You leave me no choice, Whumpee. This could have been far more pleasant for you." Whumper fastened the muzzle on Whumpee's face, tightening the straps painfully tight. "I would have been much more gentle if you had been a little nicer."

Whumpee glared at Whumper, growling through the muzzle. But they couldn't bite or spit. Whumper double checked the shackles around Whumpee's wrists. "I'm going to let you think on this for a bit," Whumper said as they headed towards the door. The windowless room had no source of light save the bulbs overhead. The walls were padded and all sound from the outside world was muffled. "You think good and hard about what you want to do the next time I come in, Whumpee."

Whumper left, flicking the light switch off. They chuckled to themself as they walked down the hall. They had muzzled Whumpee and left them alone in the quiet dark. Perhaps Whumpee would break much faster this way.

Sure enough, as Whumper opened the door and flicked on the light switch, they saw Whumpee curled around themself, completely silent and still. "Well, good morning, Whumpee."

Whumpee didn't acknowledge their presence. Whumpee stared off into space.

"Well, it would seem there's a first for everything," Whumper said as they knelt down in front of Whumpee, "I broke you without having to hurt you. This is most wonderful news because now I can have my fun with you without fear of going too far."

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‼️ Tw: blood, muzzled dog, bright colors, eyestrain? Kind of? ‼️

muzzle

Masterlist - prev (you chose to secure him and then beat him)

CW: blank TW for non-con, torture, intimate whumper and a lot of pain and blood. Play at your own risk (detailed tw in the tags)

Kyriel watched with faint disbelief as the blood dribbled off his mouth onto his fingers. As it fell on the floor, next to what was left of what had once been his lower lip — his broken flesh hissing as his own healing power patched him up as if nothing had passed.

But something had passed. Kai had attacked him, had managed to hurt him despite all the pain Kyriel had already inflicted him — for he’d been careless, forgetting what a fucking menace his pupil was. How dangerous he was still, despite the runes caging him — the boy as much his pupil, the blade he’d shaped him to be, as much as the hero of the human lands.

Kai panted in his chains, silver eyes shining savagely in the firelight. The boy baring his teeth, blood dripping off them down his lips — watching him as if he was breakfast, threatening even as he was constrained. His arms wrenched above his head, his ankles secured to the floors, wings flaring dangerously behind his back —

It wasn’t enough. He needed to be broken, to be shattered into a thousand pieces, before Kyriel could come close once more.

The angel growled, every pretence of playing, of gentleness, dropping from his face. He snapped his fingers, the runes activating again all around them — Kai’s eyes widening in delicious fear for just a beat, the boy tensing as his captor had just finished making him scream.

It was oddly satisfying, yet barely scratching the itch of the need for retribution, to watch Kai arch and scream once more. To hear him howl, to watch him writhe on his chains like a fish on a hook — to stand and feel the power curse through him as the boy’s entire body seized in agony, the smell of charred flesh filling the air while his magic cannibalised him from the inside out.

Again. And again. And again, and again.

It was only after Kyriel had made the runes run their course six times, the torture lasting longer and longer each time he activated them on the wave of his rage, that the angel let the power go and approached his terror once more. Kai sobbing breathlessly, sagging naked in his chains trying to breathe — his eyes burnt from the inside out, his skin smoking where his power had charred it. Kyriel not wasting time as he circled him, coming behind him to grab his wings — one after another, the large and powerful limbs reduced to a twitching mess on the floor, stunned by the torture burning their host.

Kyriel snatched six of the chains dangling off the ceiling, each strategically positioned to secure his prisoner however he wanted him to be. The angel selecting six of the heaviest ones, each ending with a large, savage and sharp hook, positioning them in place.

Kai’s scream, when he pierced his wings to secure them in place, went straight to his groin. 

“This is what you get for fighting back, love,” Kyriel growled, low. He pulled the chains, lifting Kai’s wings from off the floor — securing them where he wanted them to be, extending them to a half-folded and suspended position, stretched behind him so that they wouldn’t get in the way of the skin of his back. He’d flay him, still, for daring to attack him— “That’s three more weeks. For talking back, lying, and biting like a beast.”

Kai sobbed, growling weakly as his wings were pulled upwards by the hooks savagely piercing them. He flinched, his captor circling him and seizing his chin — tried to bite, still, his teeth instinctively snapping at him.

The angel backhanded him, hard, twice on each cheek until Kai was mewling in pain.

“Four weeks.” Kyriel’s hands were harsh, unyielding, as he grabbed the back of Kai’s collar now — violently lifting his pupil’s head up until he choked, forcing him on his toes while he reached for another hooked chain dangling from the ceiling. “Oh, we are just getting started, love.”

Kai wheezed, the boy straining on his feet with his limbs outstretched above him, coughing as blood dripped off his nose down his chin. He struggled, his nose broken by the hits — the boy gargling, gasping with his silver eyes burned out and covered by a faint patina of white, as Kyriel hooked the chain to the back of his collar now, securing his head against the ceiling the same way as he’d done with his hands. He swung, choking as the metal of his collar dug harshly in his throat — as it pulled against his jaw, the chain too short and taunt, choking him if he didn’t stay as stretched and as pulled taunt as he physically could manage.

He could barely move now, even his head firmly secured by the chains. Had no way to bite, no way to reach towards his captor unless Kyriel decided to put his fingers directly into his mouth — no way to use his wings either, to stop the angel if he decided to touch him now. The boy panting, face pale and twisted with the aftermath of pain — the chains sunk into his limbs lifting him and stretching him to an X, his whole body trembling as the blood dripped off his wings into the drains.

Kyriel stopped to grimly admire him then, watching as the boy struggled to breathe.

That’s when he should have started touching him, he reprimanded himself. That’s when he might have allowed himself the taunting, the roaming hands all over his prisoner — when he had him fully pinned and unable to move, not halfway through just because he’d already fucked him good. He shouldn’t have allowed himself to underestimate his pupil, that fucking blade — shouldn’t have thought that just because he’d had him screaming and begging around his cock already the boy would have been good, malleable and willing to be skewered like a pig.

No. There was no underestimating Kai, not unless he wanted to be the one ending up bleeding on the floor. Not when the boy had managed to attack him already twice in the course of twenty-four hours, despite the chains and all precautions taken—

Kyriel punched the boy in the gut with all his strength, just at the thought.

Kai wheezed, the boy folding on himself as much as his chains allowed him to. He took the hit, unable to shield himself from it — letting out a hoarse shout, a choked thing, as a second hit followed the first. And another, and another, and another — the angel barraging down on him to his front, his fists connecting with his ribs, his belly, everywhere he could reach. Until Kai could feel his bones crunch, his nose breaking again together with his ribs and so many other places he couldn’t even begin to count — his healing hissing, furious, trying to patch him up as his captor beat him to a pulp.

The boy didn’t beg, didn’t make a sound except the occasional grunt and choked shout, only groaning when Kyriel punched him in the groin.

The angel was panting, almost as much as his prisoner was, when he was done. He stopped, baring his teeth, the boy’s blood adorning his knuckles both — the monster grabbing Kai by the jaw, pulling the boy’s face upwards to force him to expose his throat.

“So,” he panted, savage. “Are you sorry, love?”

Kai wheezed blood through his nose, the boy refusing to make a sound. He fixed his eyes, his face a sizzling mess of healing flesh covered in blood, to a point to the ceiling above.

Stubbornly, refusing to acknowledge his captor’s words.

The angel’s fingers rose to Kai’s throat, the monster tightening around his neck until Kai begun to choke. The boy’s stiffening, his limbs instinctively beginning to kick — his composure faltering, something flickering on his face that was unmistakably the memory of death.

Kyriel slapped the boy’s bloodied cheek, mocking, until Kai whimpered again.

“Five weeks,” the monster purred. “In addition to the eight you already gained yesterday when stabbing me.” His eyes twinkled maliciously, the monster giving Kai a one over once more as he held him in his hands. His fingers squeezed, possessively, around his prisoner’s throat. “Did you like being fucked that much, love?”

Kai’s arms twitched, the boy instinctively trying to kick even as the chains immediately stopped him. He coughed, fresh blood staining his lips.

His eyes were like burning stars, the silver swirling with a universe of caged rage, as they finally fell into Kyriel’s black.

“Burn in hell,” he whispered, hoarse. “Magister.”

Kyriel’s hand made another loud smacking sound as it connected with Kai’s face once more, hard, the boy yelping in surprise as it connected with his broken nose. He cringed, tried to turn his head away — but the chains didn’t give, Kyriel’s fingers unyielding as he held him still.

The monster laughed, summoning the muzzle in his hands.

“Bad boys get their speaking privileges revoked, love,” he mocked, low. “Let’s rein in that sharp tongue of yours, mm?”

Kai’s resistance was pitiful, the boy stiffening and only able spit blood at his captor as he pushed the muzzle over his face. He struggled, nowhere to go, Kyriel humming as he fastened the thing around the back of his head — the bite settling in between the boy’s teeth, over his tongue, metal prongs at the sides of the muzzle biting into his flesh as the thing was secured too tight over his face.

Kai panted, all caged fury trembling within his outstretched limbs, glaring at his torturer when he was done with it.

Kyriel sighed, lowering both of his hands on the boy’s chest, finally feeling him under his palms as the boy could no longer resist. Palming him, hands running up and down his skin, feeling his pectorals, his outstretched ribs, his bruised hips—

Kai whimpered, a choked muffled thing, as the fucker begun to lower his hands to his groin, to the soft prize awaiting him.

“Oh, Kai,” the fucker sighed, grinning as he took him in. Watching his distress, the glimmer of hate and shame and fear in his prisoner’s gaze as he choked against the collar around his throat — feeling him under his hands, meat at the market, possessive and dehumanising as he forced him to open his thighs an inch. “You are beautiful.” He smiled, all teeth. “How shall we begin to make you scream?”

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