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Welcome back to Castys having a terrible time on SV-240 💕 I am going to shove him into a deep fryer (❁´◡`❁) once again thank you to @galaxywhump for letting me use her lovely characters and world!!

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Ingredients: serious burns and minor gore associated with them, noncon stripping/nudity (unsexy), implied perceived threats of noncon, mention of implied noncon for a different whumpee, noncon bathing (Castys’s favorite!!), drugging/temporary paralysis, noncon touching (unsexy), dehumanization, creepy whumper

Being blindfolded? Fine. Being led outside? Fine. Being shoved and kicked until he was lying flat on his back? Fine.

Being doused with hot oil? Decidedly not fine.

Being not fine, Castys screamed, because, fuck it, Daniel wanted to hear him scream, so he was going to scream and hope he would be rewarded with a quick death, because the burns fucking hurt, enough that he probably would have been screaming regardless, sharp, throbbing pain gripping his entire body, even though he was pretty sure the actual burns were limited to his torso and right thigh, but he couldn’t really tell, everything just felt so hot, and all he could do was scream like a little bitch and squirm around uselessly on the ground, at least until a boot landed firmly on his hip, keeping him still and drawing out an incredibly pathetic wail. He clenched his teeth, trying to calm himself down, but more screams leaked out as Daniel peeled his oil-soaked shirt away from his burned skin, the smell so strong he could hardly breathe.

“Oh, these look just lovely,” Daniel said as he ran a hand over the burns on Castys’s chest, causing him to flinch and shudder violently, crying out softly between stuttering breaths. He wasn’t even really sure how much of him was seriously burned, or exactly where, really, he just knew he was suffocating under raging waves of heat, every breath in a sharp gasp, every breath out a pathetic whine, he couldn’t help it, and he was sure Daniel was just looking at him, savoring every little twitch and grimace, the shape of the burns, the shine of his raw skin, and fuck he was probably taking pictures of this, of him, and there wasn’t anything Castys could do about it except be grateful that the blindfold was absorbing his tears.

Daniel’s hand returned, on Castys’s face now, thumbing at the edge of the blindfold as he stroked his cheek, wiping up a tear that had leaked out. “I’ll be right back, little vermin, so stay put. And if these burns are gone when I return, I’ll replace them with far worse ones.” He patted Castys’s cheek once before going back into the house, from the sound of it. Castys relaxed only slightly, the pain still so intense he could hardly think, the knowledge that Daniel wasn’t going to get anything to make his situation better making it hard to take advantage of this small break.

“It’ll be alright, Castys, this’ll all be over soon,” Wren said quietly from somewhere to Castys’s right. Castys still couldn’t really breathe well enough to speak, so he just held out his hand, needing something to hold onto, even if it was just for a little bit. Wren quickly took his hand, and it was just as fucking sweaty as always, which was fine, that’s how Wren’s hands were, and Castys’s, too, especially right now. So they held hands, and it was horribly hot and sweaty and miserable, and Castys never wanted to let go.

Far too soon, Daniel returned, pulling at the ring on Castys’s collar, forcing him to sit up, and Castys couldn’t help but scream as his burns shifted. He didn’t bother struggling when Daniel pulled his arms behind his back and cuffed them, but when he grabbed his waist, slinging him over his shoulder, Castys writhed in pain, just making things worse as the fabric of Daniel’s shirt rubbed against his wounds even more. “There, there, I’ll hold onto you nice and tight, don’t worry,” Daniel soothed him as his other arm clamped over the backs of Castys’s knees, the one around his waist holding firm as Castys tried to squirm away. As always, his efforts were utterly pointless, and it was all he could do just to keep his whining down to a minimum as Daniel carried him back inside and…it felt like he was taking him upstairs? But the-the only thing up here as far as Castys knew was-was Daniel’s bedroom and that was-that was where he-no no no he-he wouldn’t, not with Castys-he had that delusion of a relationship with Wren but Castys was just a-he was a fucking pet to him so-

A wave of warm, humid air made Castys realize that that probably wasn’t the case, but he wasn’t exactly excited for what he guessed Daniel actually had in mind, especially since it would still involve-yup, there were the fingers tugging at his remaining clothes, hooked over the waistbands of his sweatpants and boxers. Some dumb sense of desperation drove him to try and kick Daniel in the stomach, and he was promptly rewarded with the fingers of Daniel’s other hand digging into the dumb burns on his dumb waist. Biting back a scream, he stilled and let Daniel strip him, leaving him wearing nothing but the blindfold and the fucking collar, and he was pretty certain both of those were staying put.

Daniel pulled Castys over his shoulder, shifting his grip until he was holding him against his chest, one arm under his back with the other under the backs of his knees. Castys was in too much pain to really be embarrassed, and it wasn’t like Daniel hadn’t seen him before, anyway. Far too quickly, Daniel began lowering him, and Castys knew what was coming, he could feel the heat, but there wasn’t anything he could do, struggling would only make him fall, straight down into-

Castys screamed as the hot water came into contact with his burns, thrashing despite himself, the awful throbbing pain multiplied tenfold by the scalding water. Daniel shoved him down until everything but his head was submerged, and he must have called for Wren at some point because another set of hands helped in pushing him down, forcing every bit of his burned skin to stay underwater, but it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t stop fighting, he couldn’t, it hurt too much for him to just lie still and take it, every instinct screaming for him to get out, get away, escape this awful, awful pain, and then there was just one set of hands holding him down again, firm but gentle, Wren, and he felt bad for continuing to struggle but he couldn’t help it and he knew things were only going to get worse they were there was a third hand on him now Daniel was back he was forcing Castys’s head to the side Wren’s hands were on his shoulders there was a pinch in his neck Daniel was drugging him it was getting harder and harder to move the hands were leaving him because he didn’t need to be held down anymore because he was powerless.

The heat of the bath was slightly more bearable now that he wasn’t thrashing around and irritating his wounds further, but it still felt so wrong to lie still, and he couldn’t even curl up to make himself less vulnerable. He felt the urge to flinch when a hand, he assumed Daniel’s, slid into his hair, smoothing it down. “There, there, settle down, now.” Daniel’s tone made Castys want to rip his stupid arm off, but seeing as he couldn’t do much of anything at the moment, he settled for not doing much of anything at the moment. Daniel sat him up further and removed the handcuffs, at least, so there was that. “Sweetheart, I think I can take it from here, so why don’t you try to get the oil out of the vermin’s clothes?”

“Ah, are you sure? I’m, um, happy to help with-”

“No, his clothes need to be cleaned as soon as possible, and I think I’d like to spend a little time alone with him while he’s all quiet.”

“I don’t-”

“Don’t make me ask again.” A tense silence followed, and Castys silently begged Daniel to change his mind and let Wren stay, but the sound of a sigh and the door clicking shut soon after dashed his pointless hopes. At the very least, Daniel’s hand moved lower and pulled off the blindfold, letting Castys see for the first time all evening. “So many tears,” Daniel mused, wiping some from the corner of Castys’s eye. He just glanced away, somehow wanting to curl up and die even more than before. He was in so much pain and completely fucking paralyzed and helpless and alone with Daniel and fuck he really didn’t like how Daniel was staring at him, l-like he actually wanted to-

“Don’t look at me like that, vermin. I’m just going to wash you.” Castys’s relief must’ve shown on his face somehow, because within seconds Daniel was laughing, not his usual sadistic laugh, but a genuine one of pure amusement. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, you can be adorable in your own way, vermin, but certainly not like that.” He ruffled Castys’s hair affectionately. “I only have eyes for my sweetheart, anyway.” And then Castys almost threw up! Like, he’d kind of suspected it, but still, having that all-but confirmed was��blegh. Mmhmm, not going to think about that anymore.

Ordinarily, in the few other occasions Daniel had forcibly washed Castys, he took great pleasure in drowning him time and time again, or getting painfully close to it. Now, he was being unnervingly gentle with him, petting him slowly, almost reverently, which was definitely worse. It could be that Daniel didn’t want to risk killing him and having his burns heal, and Castys supposed he never exactly gave Daniel a chance to be anything but rough with him, given how much he usually struggled. But now that he was paralyzed, Daniel could do whatever he wanted with him however he wanted to do it, and apparently that was…this.

After stroking his face a bit, Daniel’s hand forced Castys’s jaw open, his fingers running along the edges of his teeth. “You look like you want to bite me right now,” Daniel chuckled. “But you can’t. So harmless now, aren’t you?” His hand left Castys’s mouth, shifting to cup his cheek. “Really, I don’t even know if I can call you vermin anymore. You’re so docile, and I’m going to get you all nice and clean…you’re just my darling little pet, hmm?” Castys was absolutely certain Daniel could see the rage in his eyes, notice the deepening of his breath, and he wasn’t exactly surprised when it only made the man laugh, his smile broadening. “You’re just so well behaved now, I couldn’t resist.”

If sheer willpower could override the drug, Castys’s hands would have been around Daniel’s throat right then and there, but instead he was stuck sitting there in the burning water as Daniel fawned over him. “I should trim your hair again soon, pet. You look so cute with it shorter,” Daniel said as he ran a hand through it. “You really are adorable no matter what you’re doing, whether you’re being defiant or screaming in pain or tiredly resting your head against my leg. I’m so grateful Berkeley brought you to me.”

It wasn’t-Castys wanted to punch that stupid contented smile off of Daniel’s stupid face, to yell at him that this wasn’t Berkeley’s fucking fault, none of this was, it was all Daniel’s no matter what fucking way you looked at it. Sure, Berkeley might have brought Castys here, but they needed a way off of this damn planet after they crashed, and where else were they supposed to find a working communicator? Daniel deciding to fucking kill Castys, accidentally discovering his immortality, and then randomly deciding he wanted another slave and blackmailing Berkeley into leaving him here were all clearly Daniel-driven events, no fault of anyone else involved. And now he was stuck here, enslaved, collared, burned, paralyzed, and completely at the mercy of Daniel’s whims.

He could have dunked Castys’s head underwater to wet his hair, but he didn’t. He could have yanked at the knots in his hair as he washed it, but he didn’t. He could have tried to get soap in his eyes, in his mouth, poured water up his nose, wrapped his hands around his neck and squeezed, but he didn’t, and every missed opportunity for pain unsettled Castys further. It felt so wrong for Daniel to treat him this way, so…lovingly, and it made Castys feel even worse for Wren, who had to endure this bullshit all the fucking time. Castys could hardly stand it when Daniel made him kneel by his side so he could pet his hair, but this was a whole other level of Absolutely The Fuck Not.

As Daniel’s hands moved downward, though, Castys got the pain he’d sort of been wishing for. Not that he wasn’t already in a ton of fucking pain from the burns, but more pain from Daniel meant less creepy bullshit from Daniel, and Castys would take pain over that any fucking day. Daniel’s hands ran over his burns, still slow and gentle, but leaving enough fresh agony in their wake that Castys no longer felt like he was being fawned over, and that was enough for him.

“While I’m sad I can’t give you any scars myself, I love the ones you do have.” Daniel rubbed the scar over Castys’s heart, almost obscured by his burns. “This one…was it what killed you the first time? It must be. And yet here you are…” He pressed down on it, causing the burns to flare up in pain, drawing a stifled whine out of Castys. “Maybe it was fate, that you came back to life. That you got sent here. That you ended up as mine.” His hand slid up, stroking the tag hanging from Castys’s collar. “You really are the perfect pet for me, you know? A feisty, adorable toy I never have to worry about breaking.”

Now Castys super-duper wanted to vomit! Wow! What the fuck, Daniel! What the fuck! He knew the guy was incredibly delusional, but that was just…the most sentences to have ever of all time. Mmhmm. Yup. Okay. Table that for never. Focus on the awful terrible burns. They really really fucking hurt. Daniel was focusing on them, too, now, keeping his creepfuck mouth shut, which Castys was incredibly grateful for. He scrubbed at them, saying something about avoiding infection and getting the oil off, but Castys was too busy being in so much damn agony that he really wasn’t listening.

He risked a glance down at himself and oh he immediately regretted it so, so much. Burns peel, especially when you rub at them with your stupid bitch hands, so there were, uh…there was some stuff floating on the surface of the water, and it wasn’t soap bubbles. Castys screwed his eyes shut once more, focusing on his slow, silent task of adding more water to the tub. Fuck, who was he kidding, he wasn’t silent at all, he was crying so fucking pathetically he was glad the screams and sobs were stuck in his throat. He was certain Daniel was having the time of his fucking life, but he was just going to have to let him have this one because what the fuck else was he supposed to do?

Castys had just settled into the ratio of immense pain and minor discomfort when Daniel decided to move to the burns on his right thigh and man. That was an upgrade. Immense pain and immense discomfort, all at once! And he just had to fucking. Sit there. Daniel kept his promise of not getting any closer than that, but that didn’t mean that this wasn’t unbearably awful, and all Castys could really do was keep his eyes shut tight and do a shit job of imagining he was literally anywhere else.

Eight decades later, Daniel finally finished washing Castys, and, honestly, he’d never been happier to hear the sound of a tub draining in his life, which was saying a lot because he’d had a pretty long life and quite a few awful baths. Daniel carefully picked Castys up, wrapping him in a far softer towel than the ones he was normally given before setting him down again outside the tub and drying him off. Castys felt the burn of humiliation on his face now that he was out of the hot water as Daniel rubbed him down, gushing all the while about what a good, sweet, darling pet he was between laughs. Once he was done, Daniel picked him up in the towel again, holding him close to his chest as he carried him downstairs to the closet. Castys almost expected to be dumped on the floor, for the gentle treatment to end then and there now that they were out of the bathroom, but Daniel set him on the ground with as much care as he’d been treating him with since he drugged him.

“Well, I suppose this is it, pet,” Daniel said sadly as he locked the chain on the wall to Castys’s collar. He rolled him onto his side, pulling the towel out from under him, leaving him lying on the thin blanket that served as his only protection from the cold concrete. He slowly stroked the burns on Castys’s hip, fingernails scraping lightly at the raw skin. “It was nice to be able to take care of you, to get you all clean.” His hand moved to Castys’s hair now, which, you know what, fine, better than anywhere else. “It was a fun change of pace from our usual routine, and you must have enjoyed it since you were so well-behaved for me, hmm?” Sure, Danibitch, whatever you want to tell yourself. “Alright, goodnight, my sweet pet,” Daniel chuckled, ruffling his hair one last time before finally leaving Castys the fuck alone, the click of the door shutting letting him finally release the breath he’d been holding.

He was still in a fuck ton of pain, but it was fine. He still didn’t have any damn clothes on, but it was fine. He still couldn’t move, but it was fine. He was owned, collared, chained to the wall, locked in a closet, sleeping on cold concrete, defenseless against the sadistic whims of a man presumed dead, far from the world he knew, the best friend he’d made here light-years away, but it was fine. He was fine. Castys was always fine.

He was fine.

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Wren stared nervously at the pile of Castys’s clothes in his hand, the stains all scrubbed out by him last night while Castys was…he was terrified to find out what had happened last night, if Daniel had actually…No, he needed to just go in there and see for himself, to give Castys his clothes back, to offer whatever comfort he could.

He knocked once before opening the door slowly, flinching at the sight of Castys’s still-burned skin, angry and blistered. Fuck, Daniel had just left him like that? He couldn’t say he was surprised, but…still. After staring for a moment, he realized Castys was awake, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Did you bring me pants?”

“O-oh, um, yeah, here.” Wren sheepishly looked away, setting the clothes on the ground next to Castys. He debated offering to help Castys get dressed, but decided against it, instead just listening to his breaths sharpen as he pulled the clothes on over his wounds.

“Fuck it, I’m not doing any more than that,” Castys sighed, clad only in his boxers. “Clothes do not feel good.” He laid there quietly, his gaze empty as he stared at the wall. Wren couldn’t take it anymore, he had to ask, had to make sure that Castys hadn’t gone through what he did.

“Last night, Daniel, um, did he…?”

After staring at him for a moment, Castys shook his head, and Wren nearly collapsed in relief. “I think that would count as beastiality,” Castys muttered, and Wren couldn’t help but laugh, smiling despite himself.

Castys was still Castys, and he was going to be alright.

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#i wrote something #temperature day #temperature day 2022 #castys #daniel rooney #wren rackham #immortal whumpee #burns #minor gore #noncon stripping #nonsexual nudity #noncon bathing #noncon mention #drugging #temporary paralysis #noncon touching #dehumanization #creepy whumper #i finished this a while ago so finally posting it is very surreal #it was inspired by my friends and i making potato croquettes and i was like #''I'LL BOIL THE CUSTOMER IN HOT OIL I'LL-heyyy castys do you wanna get burned :)''#and then i was like we all need more castys getting a bath in our lives #a little more daniel being so fucking creepy #i would sometimes pick up my computer and shake it to get the daniel out it never worked #really when this all started i told marti ''i will never write daniel he's too gross i could never''#and then #i did it :(#and i hated every second #but i like the way he fucks with castys too much he makes my boy so uncomfy im so here for it #daniel just thinks calling him 'pet' is funny he's not serious about it so we can deal we can enjoy it makes castys mad

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