September 23, 2024, 10:26 AM
(This post was last modified: October 18, 2024, 10:46 AM by Khusobek.)
backdated to sept 13! <3
soto's condition was — compromised.
let him hurt.
he came alone. khusobek had not allowed himself to think of anything. nothing. ritual. mindless.
the glacial eyes came slowly to soft life as he stood beside the cell and watched @Soto inside, meeting those dulled eyes.
paw brought the rope to view.
let him hurt.
he came alone. khusobek had not allowed himself to think of anything. nothing. ritual. mindless.
the glacial eyes came slowly to soft life as he stood beside the cell and watched @Soto inside, meeting those dulled eyes.
paw brought the rope to view.
sometime come the wolf
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September 23, 2024, 01:59 PM
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no regalo this time, only the hard bite of two glowering golden eyes, one putrid with aqueous seepage.
he stirs from his uncomfortable position on the floor, surveying the damage laid to khusobek’s skin. he’d endured unspeakable suffering in the hours since, yet observing his physical mark on the captain brought soto savage pleasure.
he glances to the rope, and then back to his tormentor. his ailing body was unlikely to endure a second fight — but if death came for him today, he would see if he could barter with the gods for a package deal.
he stirs from his uncomfortable position on the floor, surveying the damage laid to khusobek’s skin. he’d endured unspeakable suffering in the hours since, yet observing his physical mark on the captain brought soto savage pleasure.
he glances to the rope, and then back to his tormentor. his ailing body was unlikely to endure a second fight — but if death came for him today, he would see if he could barter with the gods for a package deal.
September 23, 2024, 03:02 PM
there was a quiet peace in khusobek. he could not reclaim what had been robbed; his muscles flexed slowly as he tried to control the burst of anger that came always with knowing this inability lived within him now.
the captain stooped closer, the thorns upon the rope rustling as he dragged it over the floor. "i will not kill you today."
his abused body cried out at the sharp movement that followed, khusobek grappling his heavy arms around the throat and the head of that hateful imprisoned creature.
the captain stooped closer, the thorns upon the rope rustling as he dragged it over the floor. "i will not kill you today."
his abused body cried out at the sharp movement that followed, khusobek grappling his heavy arms around the throat and the head of that hateful imprisoned creature.
sometime come the wolf
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October 02, 2024, 09:39 AM
he did not want to move. he has no choice.
the rope drags across the cellar floor leaving gouges from its thorns. soto knows what it will do to his skin is far worse.
he wonders what the captain thinks of him now. before he was prisoner — now he is monster. a sick satisfaction curls content around him, like a cat finding it’s perfect place in the sun.
as the captain leapt for him he sinks downward, protecting both his wounded belly and his throat. agony is his cornerstone now, and he grunts as a new wave of it claims every part of him.
but he will not make this easy.
the rope drags across the cellar floor leaving gouges from its thorns. soto knows what it will do to his skin is far worse.
he wonders what the captain thinks of him now. before he was prisoner — now he is monster. a sick satisfaction curls content around him, like a cat finding it’s perfect place in the sun.
as the captain leapt for him he sinks downward, protecting both his wounded belly and his throat. agony is his cornerstone now, and he grunts as a new wave of it claims every part of him.
but he will not make this easy.
October 04, 2024, 01:06 PM
it was allowed, this attempt to preserve self.
khusobek held his hard elbow against the back of that sodden head and began to wind the rope from ear to muzzle, crushing the man down, down;
for a moment it was almost;
and through his own nausea he murmured, "do you like this?" words changed by the vine of thorns and the way he meant to pull it tight, tight.
khusobek held his hard elbow against the back of that sodden head and began to wind the rope from ear to muzzle, crushing the man down, down;
for a moment it was almost;
and through his own nausea he murmured, "do you like this?" words changed by the vine of thorns and the way he meant to pull it tight, tight.
sometime come the wolf
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it goes against every instinct he has, the thread of vine wrapping around his windpipe. if he was just a little less injured —
he does not fear the host of torments awaiting him. but he does resent the bite of thorned noose to neck; it is the man’s deep voice that brings soto’s gaze to the ugly marks upon khusobek’s face. marks he’d put there, with immense delight.
the torc pulls tight, eliciting a quiet gasp. pain in all its illuminate rays threading out every part of him in colors too rich to paint. if khusobek pulls any tighter, soto might suspect this is foreplay to some delightfully erotic scene.
if only! his crushed ribs protest khusobek’s heavy movements, a constant reminder he cannot extend himself in waste.
he does not fear the host of torments awaiting him. but he does resent the bite of thorned noose to neck; it is the man’s deep voice that brings soto’s gaze to the ugly marks upon khusobek’s face. marks he’d put there, with immense delight.
the torc pulls tight, eliciting a quiet gasp. pain in all its illuminate rays threading out every part of him in colors too rich to paint. if khusobek pulls any tighter, soto might suspect this is foreplay to some delightfully erotic scene.
papi,he exhales with a clack of chattering teeth as another bout of adrenaline beats through his blood.
tirar más fuerte, papi.oh, he knows his agony has only just started.
if only! his crushed ribs protest khusobek’s heavy movements, a constant reminder he cannot extend himself in waste.
October 18, 2024, 10:46 AM
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his great weight set on the man's ribs, bearing him harshly into the ground; khusobek pressed down with all his might until those ribs dangerously bent as if they were the wooden planks of an old ship.
he wound the thorned rope tight; he pulled until the furrows brought blood leaping to the surface.
khusobek kept his teeth upon that tie; he grabbed soto's hips in a grim seize
it would be nothing to repay, the crocodile considered. Set had been accused of the same. he only had to see if he was able to bring such a thing, titillated despite himself by the breathy whisper of the bleeding thing which was only flesh in his grasp. only flesh. flesh easily snuffed.
he wound the thorned rope tight; he pulled until the furrows brought blood leaping to the surface.
khusobek kept his teeth upon that tie; he grabbed soto's hips in a grim seize
it would be nothing to repay, the crocodile considered. Set had been accused of the same. he only had to see if he was able to bring such a thing, titillated despite himself by the breathy whisper of the bleeding thing which was only flesh in his grasp. only flesh. flesh easily snuffed.
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