188. Captivity Meme!

[this_time_i_win]

THE CAPTIVITY MEMEYou've been captured - or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you

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[ofdrumsthesound]

*Handy is in a pen, shackled to the floor. The Master grins at him and holds out a feeding tube.* Swallow this please, will you?

[ofdrumsthesound]

What do you think I need help with?

*He glares and cuffs him.* Any more stupid comments like that one and you will lie here alone until you're a round ball of fat. And then I will cut out your liver for pâté and leave the rest of you to die in a corner somewhere without even the cold comfort of getting eaten for your trouble.

*After a moment the anger dies away.* Sorry about that. I'm in a bit of a bad mood and you're not helping.

If you want comfort, you'll need to show a bit of willing. Unzip me, please, and maybe suckle just a bit.

[bluesuit_handy]

[That's not at all the kind of comfort he wants, but he'll take what little he can get. Handy struggles and fails to reach the Master's zip with his hands, before realizing he can get at it with his teeth. He pulls it down with difficulty, nuzzling awkwardly at the Master's crotch as the tears begin to flow more freely down his face.]

Please...please, Master, I don't want to die.

[ofdrumsthesound]

No one ever does. I'm sorry. *He ruffles Handy's hair and sighs.* But it's too late for that now, I'm afraid.

If you can't pick a favorite meal I'll have to use mine, and that's spit-roast. I'll let you have fun with the spit before it goes in deep, would you like that? You can use it on yourself until you pass out from exhaustion, promise.

*He guides himself to Handy's seeking mouth and moans.*

[bluesuit_handy]

[He cries harder as he opens his mouth, letting the Master's tip slip inside. Just as instructed, he suckles on the head, though he can't stop his quiet sobbing or the tears running from his eyes.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

Thank you, dear. Suck and swallow, that's it. Suck really good and I'll take you in for cooking as soon as we're done here, okay? And then there will be no lore loneliness ever again.

[bluesuit_handy]

[Despite the tears and the general quiet hysteria, Handy manages to apply himself to the task. He works his lips and tongue around the Master, his hitching breath only slightly interrupting the suckling.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

*Once the Master finishes with him, he'll be dragged into the kitchen for cooking.*

Would you like to spit yourself, dear, or should I?

[bluesuit_handy]

Please, Master - please, I did what you told me, please don't do this, please!

[That week really took a very, very heavy toll on him. Handy is too busy sobbing and keening to take charge of his fate beyond begging not to die.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

You were there. Nothing more, nothing less.

*And with that he starts teasing Handy with the spit, rubbing inside him pleasingly. Handy is going to get an erection if this keeps up--which is the point, because an erect penis is plumper and more appetizing.*

[bluesuit_handy]

Oh - ohhhh!

[Handy twitches and moans, his arse still a little loosened from the tube. This shouldn't feel good - he knows all too well what the Master is going to do with that spit. In between the begging and pleading, though, are more and more moans of fearful, frustrated arousal. He pulls at his bonds, wanting to touch himself as his cock slowly hardens, twitching and releasing precome as the Master teases his prostate.]

I don't - I don't, ooh! Please!

[ofdrumsthesound]

*Once it's ready, the Master puts a cock ring on him.* Thank you for being so generous with the appetizer, dear, that erection's very nice and will make delightful eating.

*And he slowly starts to push the spit further in.* I'm being as gentle as I can, but you might want to help me guide it in.

[bluesuit_handy]

[He groans and twitches his hips, not liking the feel of the cock ring.]

Take it off....

[But that makes the spit bump less pleasantly inside him, and he has to still the movement of his body. He can't do much with his hands and feet bound, but the fear is returning now that the spit is going deeper.]

I'm scared - please, stop! Please!

[ofdrumsthesound]

Could you please not do that? You're making me feel guilty, it's unpleasant. *Yeah, we know, he's crazy.

*And now he'll be kind, in his weird-ass way--he shoves the spit right through Handy, until it's sticking six inches out of his mouth and Handy starts going into mercifully painless shock. He's set up for roasting and the fire is lit quickly, before the natural painkillers can wear off.* There. Just go to sleep now, You'll wake up in a better place, okay?

*He sets the spit turning slowly.*

[bluesuit_handy]

[That's only going to encourage him to share more about his fears in the hope that it really will make the Master stop.

Or would, if he had a chance to say anything more before the spit that had teased him into hardness very quickly becomes the instrument of his demise. It's through and out him before he even has time to scream, and he's left gurgling around it in confusion and, yes, shock. His body twitches, muscles up and down his torso shuddering involuntarily in response to the impalement.

His arms move vaguely as if to grasp something, but he's already fading fast. Just moments after he starts turning over the fire, his eyes roll up into his head and he faints, his body still twitching but his brain blissfully unconscious.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

*And the Master gives him a goodnight kiss, then waits for him to cook.*