Is Dead Dove An Instrument?

The first thing Whumpee sees is Whumper standing close to him, adorned in red and gold, a splendid crown sitting on their head. They look like royalty. Whumpee doesn't even take a moment to push away Whumper and instead looks down at himself.

The white silk around his legs isn't at the hips where it's supposed to be but falls lower being held together by very few gold pins. The unidentifiable web is a lattice of small, sparkly gems, covering his front. They run under his clothes, sitting tight on him.

Whumpee blushes deeply and tries to pull down the skirt, which really was only a shawl in size standards. He doesn't get far.

Whumper tugs a wrist up and clasps on a thick gold band around it. Whumpee is at first, dazed by it. It transforms into anger, as he curses at them. Whumper isn't perturbed by the emotion. Undeterred, he clasps the bands on both hands before manhandling the gold chain to attach it to the collar on Whumpee's neck. He could move his hands around, but not far without bending as well.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"You may be a prince in your kingdom, but here, your status is not so high as to bedeck you with a crown."

Whumpee huffs, pointedly avoiding looking at Whumper's own crown. The gold bands were worn by mistresses and concubines in Whumper's kingdom. Whumpee could live without a crown. But this?

"Aren't you going to ask where we're going?" Whumper sings into his ears.

Whumpee takes a step back. The motion upsets his dress, slipping down in the most inappropriate places. Whumpee's hands yank at their restraints in frustration.

"It's a ball! I'll introduce you to all my friends."

"Hmpf. I have no business making friends."

Whumper laughs. "Well, they won't be your friends if things go as planned. And for that, I'll need utmost obedience from you."

Whumpee backs away from Whumper, sneering. "As if."

"While I enjoy your mouth most of the time," Whumper winks, making Whumpee angry and therefore distracted. They catch him and wrap him in a hug. "You're going to be good today."

Whumpee struggles as Whumper slips a hand under his clothes. He slams his head on Whumper's chest. Whumper manages to pry his cheeks open and insert the long object that's usually strapped onto him.

His fists that were thumping on Whumper stop, and he gasps at the intrusion. There are no leather straps this time, but to seemingly make up for it, it's larger and snug inside. In contrast to before, Whumpee moves closer to Whumper so as to get away from the object, gripping their arms and still cursing them out.

"Familiar with this, yes?" Whumper says, stuffing it in more until Whumpee's on his tiptoes. "Perfect. We're ready."

~~~~~~ * ~~~~~~

Whumpee thinks a party wouldn't be so terrible. If it's anything like the celebrations of his family, the hall would be huge and crowded with people, allowing him to sneak away and hide in a corner. He knows this isn't brave of him. But survival is key.

When Whumper leads him into a middle-sized room with only ten people or so, his heart sinks. Whumper's hand on his back pushing him to their friends makes Whumpee realize that he doesn't really care about survival. When it comes down to it, he'd rather not anyone see him in these gold bands and scanty silks.

The ten of them is seated in a circle, with a table in the middle. The arrangement is odd but well organized, giving space for servants to slip in and supply the table with drinks. He supposes he's the servant for today since Whumper nods to the tray and sits down on one of the couches.

Whumpee swallows. Whumper waits only for two seconds before pressing something in their pocket. Whumpee jumps as the toy in him vibrates, shooting tingling sensations down his legs. His knees shake and he soon gives in and picks up the tray with champagne glasses. The dirty look he throws Whumper's way earns him an amused grin.

"As you all know, this is my esteemed guest, Whumpee. I hope you give him a warm welcome."

One of them smirks while all of them are staring, and it's not at Whumpee's face. He ignores them and starts to serve the drinks. It seems to be a good decision as most of them return to their conversations. Whumpee cheers in triumph, internally of course. He bends over and offers the nearest man a drink. Then the next. And the next. 

He's almost done with the circle, when he feels something splash on his behind, wetness dripping onto his thighs.

"So clumsy."

"Haha, I want to see!"

"Come here, darling. We'll help you wipe it off."

With an empty tray, Whumpee whips around, eyes ablaze with fury. The man he'd just served fakes an apology, going as far as to reach and pat Whumpee's wet clothes. Whumpee staggers back, face hot as the others ogle at the now translucent white cloth. Someone snickers, and another laughs.

"Shut up!" Whumpee yells, dropping the tray with a clang.

"Whumpee," Whumper's voice rumbles in a warning. "It was an accident. Shall we move on to the main event for today?"

Everyone clapped eagerly, everyone except for Whumpee.

"Whumpee has dance skills revered and admired across kingdoms and planets. We would be privileged to witness a performance, wouldn't we?"

"I will not," Whumpee asserts. "Find another dancer."

"Don't be rude," Whumper says. "These men have come a long way just to see you. Will you deny them this small thing?"

"I thought you said it would be a privilege?"

Whumper's face became dark. Clicking their tongue impatiently, they turn on the object once more with only a swipe of their thumb.

Whumpee couldn't take it this with the same grace as he had done so earlier. His legs give out and he leans on the table to steady himself. Squeezing his thighs together, he looks up at Whumper with hatred. It's futile. The pleasure is driven higher and Whumpee doubles over.

The involuntary moan is what makes him surrender. Blinking white spots out, he stands. The music starts and he begins to dance. He couldn't move his arms as much, and the thing inside him didn't provide room for fluid moves and arcs. He does it anyway, twirling in the small space around the table.

As always, it's not enough. Within the first thirty seconds, someone trips him up, and he stumbles sideways into one of them. They catch him greedily.

Whumper chuckles. "Whumpee, Whumpee. Getting rusty, are we?"

"Your goons-"

"In compensation then," they cross their legs, "whoever catches you can make one... accident."

Whumpee doesn't catch the innuendo at first, too preoccupied with prying away the hands on his body. Once he realizes what Whumper decreed, he fights harder to get up. The man doesn't try too hard. He just smacks Whumpee's wet behind and lets him get up.

An hour later, Whumpee is trembling. The gold pins that kept his skirt in place had been removed one by one. The skirt had been then used to tie his mouth. His lower lip was swollen. He’d been forced to drink six glasses of champagne too.

Whumper calls him over to gather him in their lap. They pet his hair a few times. With half-lidded eyes and tired arms, Whumpee ducks from them. Yet, he couldn't help but whine when Whumper praised him.

"You're such a pretty thing," they whisper, guiding him to stay on his stomach. They pull his legs until he's loosely straddling them, arms crushed under his own body. Whumpee stiffens when Whumper grabs his behind once more. He groans, listening to the men who make comments.

Whumper shushes him and deftly pulls out the toy placed earlier. They entwine their fingers into his hair and pull him back. Then they pry the gag down, holding the toy to Whumpee's mouth with delight.

Whumpee shakes his head, pressing his lips together tightly. Glazed eyes became more alive with the mortification of the toy being waved in his face. Whumper's other hand grabs his jaw and squeezes. Whumpee teeth ache from the force.

The person sitting next to Whumper slaps his behind hard, surprising Whumpee enough to startle. Whumper uses the opportunity to shove the toy down his throat before putting the gag back on. Whumpee yells, thrashing in Whumper's grip. Taking the hint from the earlier guy, Whumper spanks him, aiming for the tender spot where the back of his thighs begin.

Whumper stops only when Whumpee stops wriggling, exhausted and sprawled over them. His throat is hoarse from the muffled yelps. The taste in his mouth is vile, making tears spring to the corners of his eyes. He coughs. Even that earned him a hit on warm, red skin.

Whumpee is floating, thoughts lolling, going out of focus, fading out.

When something cold is slowly pushed inside of him, he realizes it's far from over.

“You’re bleeding… ha, that really turns me on.”

“Fuck. Nngh. If you keep screaming like that I’m gonna cum.”

“Quit struggling. I know how much you like this.”

“Aren’t you hungry, Whumpee? It’s been a long time for you…” *strokes dick* “It’s been a long time for me too...”

“Shut up. I can tell when you’re faking it.”

“If you want me to ruin you so bad, why didn’t you say so?”

“Stop crying. Get on your fucking knees and suck me off. Or I’ll chop off your head and do it myself.”

“How’re you gonna face Caretaker after this? Haa..”

“Open your mouth. I gotta take a piss.”

Carefully, Whumpee got to their hands and knees and crawled to Whumper. Their hand found Whumpee's hair, caressing it gently. Whumpee leaned into the touch with a smile, looking up at the calm expression on Whumper's face. "It's been a long day, baby. Do you wanna help your owner feel better?"

"Of course! What can I do?" Whumpee smiled warmly, excited to help in whatever way they could.

Whumper seized Whumpee by the throat and yanked the smaller closer. Whumpee squirmed, whining softly.

"Why- what are you-?" Whumpee cried, terror gripping their heart. "Whumper!"

Their owner shook their head. "Hush, hush. I need to have some new fun, dear."

Whumpee went still, their eyes flickering around the room. "What kind of fun..?"

They were never given a proper reply. Whumpee was dragged to the kitchen and lifted onto the island. The cool marble beneath their bare thighs made them shiver.

Whumper walked to a locked cabinet, fishing a key from their pocket and clicking it open. They picked up a small vial of liquid and two little pill bottles, setting them next to Whumpee. "Back in a sec," they said. "Sit pretty for me."

As they left, Whumpee glanced down at the vial. They weren't supposed to read. Whumper hadn't made it an explicit rule, but Whumper never supplied them with anything to read and treated them like they didn't know how. Whumper liked to read things for them. It was easier that way.

Whumpee waited until Whumper was gone for sure, then picked up the small bottle. They looked it over, running their finger over the label.

Oxytocin Peptide

Not for recreational use.

Whumpee hummed and set it down. They didn't really know what oxywhatever was. The vial seemed harmless enough.

From what Whumpee could gather, one pill bottle was for some kind of male stimulant. They weren't quite sure what that meant either. The other was the steryotyical transparent orange bottle. It had no labels, just a bunch of white pills.

Whumper returned a bit later, holding Whumpee's little black bag. Whumpee's breath hitched— they knew what was coming when they saw it.

"Whumper, do we really need to-"

"Shush, shush. Get the sweater off." Whumper began pulling things from the black velvet bag. The bundle of rope, their fuzzy cuffs, their metal cuffs, a ball and ring gag, a few blindfolds, a couple toys... all the necessities for these nights.

"Alright, here we go." Whumper laid out their chosen items. They had picked a blindfold, gag, remote-controlled toy, and handcuffs.

"I- I don't know about all this... I'm still not fully recovered from last time..." Whumpee glanced at the assortment of items with a nervous swallow.

"I promise you'll like it." Whumper assured, grabbing their things from the island. "Follow me."

They followed Whumper to the bedroom, where they were made to kneel on the fancy red rug that dominated the floorspace. Whumper had something in their hands— a little pink bullet vibrator that connected wirelessly to a matching remote.

"Please, not that..." Whumpee whimpered, feeling themself be pressed into a more convenient position. "Stop, stop! I don't like the vibrator, please!"

"Shhh... it's a really little one, kay? And I'm not turning it on yet." Whumper patted their cheek. "You want the blindfold on beforehand? You have a needle coming soon, too..."

Whumpee stared up at Whumper, scared.

"Yeah... let's get the blindfold on." Whumper confirmed with themself and touched Whumpee's shoulder, smiling. "It'll calm you down a bit." The blindfold was soon fastened securely to their face. Without asking for permission, they also went ahead and cuffed Whumpee's hands behind their back.

Whumpee heard the lube uncap and squirt out a bit, then felt Whumper's thumb prodding around at their entrance. Whumpee leaned away from it.

"Stop, I don't want this-! Stop," they squeaked, unwelcome to the intrusion on their bruised entrance.

"Hush, baby. If you don't relax, we'll never get anything done."

"I don't want anything done!"

"Tsk, that seems like a you problem."

Whumper's thumb eased its way in, gently stretching them out. "Deep breaths... relax."

Whumpee meweled in displeasure as the toy slid in. It may have been one of Whumper's 'small' ones, but with them, 'small' could mean 'painfully filling'.

Whumpee shifted, biting their lip. "It hurts... it hurts..." they whined.

Whumper's fingers found Whumpee's shoulder, massaging the area. "It'll get better... now take in a big breath."

Whumpee knew well what that meant.

"No- fuck, not the needle, please-"

"Hush, hush..." Whumper pet Whumpee's hair. "That's it, Whumpee. Big, big, big breath. In and out, darling." Whumpee winced in pain as the needle pierced through their muscle. Whumper purred in their ear, "Good, good... it's all over..."

Whumpee didn't even have time to speak before a handful of pills touched their lips.

They swallowed them down without a second thought, so used to Whumper feeding them a cocktail of drugs. "What did you give me?"

"Not important. Just open your mouth for your gag, kay?" Whumper pressed the ball behind Whumpee's teeth, clasping the buckle around their head. "All set. Now. I'm gonna carry you over to the closet, okay? It's all empty and cleaned for you."

Closet? Whumpee's brow furrowed. Whumper picked them up and placed them in the smaller space. The closet was cold, and the hard flooring made their back ache impossibly more. They let out a low whine, trying to get an ounce of sympathy from their master.

"Those cuffs are tight, arent they? Stay still." Whumper fretted over them. Whumpee preferred this side of Whumper. Back when Whumpee was first taken adopted, they had spat and kicked and thrashed against their cuffs. But Whumper had trained all that out of them— they were only angry back then, providing Whumpee only what they needed to survive.

Now, Whumpee was only beaten when it was necessary, when they were blatantly disobedient.

For the first time since this had started, Whumpee wondered if this was a punishment. The restraints and sensory blockers seemed like overkill. Usually, when the gag and toy were brought out, it was for sexual reasons, but Whumper hadn't started anything yet. Maybe Whumpee had disobeyed.

Whumper's hands moved quickly as they unlocked the cuffs and readjusted them.

"Sorry, love. Locked 'em too tight." Whumper's hands worked between Whumpee's shoulder blades, massaging their aching muscles. "You feel better?"

Whumpee nodded, still feeling lost. They were sat back down, Whumper rubbing their back in a soothing way. Whumpee's skin felt like it was buzzing under Whumper's fingers.

"How are you doing in there?" Whumper cooed, their voice seeming muffled.

Whumpee tilted their head up and hummed, all the more they could respond. Everything felt fuzzy, liked it had happened five minutes ago and was happening at super-speed simultaneously.

Whumper's voice was too close and hundreds of miles away as they spoke, "Baby, it's gonna get dark, kay? And I'm gonna go. You're gonna feel good."

A kiss landed on Whumpee's head, and the door clicked shut. No light filtered in through the blindfold, leaving Whumpee in complete darkness.

The first buzz came quickly, and Whumpee's whole body jerked. They groaned, holding their breath in anticipation as the toy went quiet. It went off again, vibrating for a few seconds. Whumpee wailed against the gag, squirming and kicking their feet on the floor. "Mmhhgh—!"

Seconds of this.

Minutes of this.

Hours of this.

Whumpee wasn't even near being aware of what was happening by the time the closet door cracked back open. It could have been minutes, could have been days.

Whumper's wedged shoes tapped on the hardwood as they strode in, the loudest sound Whumpee had heard since all this began. Their voice carried to Whumpee's numb ears, sounding soft and honeylike.

"Ohhh, Whumpee," they purred, sliding the blindfold off the smaller's head, "you did so good! You never even passed out, did you?"

Whumpee groaned in response, their eyes stinging as they adjusted to the blinding light filtering in through the hallway. "Mmggh?"

Whumper chuckled, rubbing Whumpee's jaw as they unclasped the gag with their other hand. "Ohh, I bet that's sore, baby. What were you asking?"

"How long..?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't even know." Whumper looked down, huffing a scoff at the puddle of semen on the floor. "I'm pleasantly surprised, though. Four hours."

Whumpee's eyes widened in shock, unable to produce a response. They simply gawked at the situation as Whumper scooped them up.