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Whumptober2020 My Way Or The Highway
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"On your knees.   Hands and knees.  Don't you dare get up on your feet today." 
Callum kept his head down.  He had tried so so hard.  The glass in his mouth hadn't been enough.  But the tree and the barbed wire.  The honey and the wine on his Master's fingertips.  They had been enough.  His shame taken and replaced with perfection.  His atonement complete.
He'd fallen from the tree and into his Master's arms and it had been everything.  Touch and senses and forgiveness.  A moment of relief.  He'd been brought to bed and restrained there but it had been a bed.  A bed.  After all this time. 
A bed.
And he'd slept almost instantly until he'd been woken up.   Over and over again until his head buzzed and his vision swam.  Until he felt sick and dizzy. 
Asleep.  Awake.  Asleep. Awake.
Awake.
Awake.
On his hands and knees.
"Pets don't get allowed up on the furniture," his Master hissed at him.  "What did you think you were doing."
Callum's ears rang where he swayed gently on all fours.  He couldn't bring his mind in line.  He had a memory of being put to bed.  Of being given permission.   But he knew the rules and even though this one wasn't written down, it was ingrained all the same.
Pets don't go on the furniture.
"If I see you up on your feet today," Master Hayden said, low and cold.  "I can guarantee that you'll live to regret it for a very long time.   Because after all, number 10."
"We have all the time in the world, Master Hayden."
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viralhottopics · 7 years
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‘Are You The One?’ Recap: Hi My Name Is Tyranny And Im An Alcoholic
Hello everyone. I would like to thank my loyal followers for questioning my whereabouts on Twitter. I was actually on vacation, because Im not poor. Sorry, but watching these morons was just not a fucking option. I was zen AF and I dont need Carolinas crocodile tears ruining it, k thx.
ANYWAYS, so onto the episode. It was kind of eh, Im going to be honest. If youre looking for another reason to be annoyed by Giannas existence though, then it def delivered.
AFTER THE MATCH CEREMONY
They are all pumped about getting four beams. In fact, if you took a shot for every time someone said four fucking beams youd need to get stomach pumped four fucking times.
Tyranny is like Ossssssssssssssssvaldo is my match. Honestly can we just cut the accent though? Hes from Chicago for gods sake, not Italy.
Oswaldo is not so sure. Hes like she could be my match! Or she isnt! Yeah, thats pretty much how life works, actually.
Also, can we acknowledge the giant-ass drink Tee has the whole time? That cup is actually my favorite cast member this season.
Carolina and Hayden start having a pillow fight because FOUR FUCKING BEAMS, AMIRIGHT?
Now Carolina is very suddenly into Hayden. Carolinas emotions give me whiplash. Betsy DeVos nomination was more certain than this bitch.
Gianna is like “OH NO. NOT TODAY. I DID NOT LEAVE THE SOUTHSIDE FOR THIS.” Shes like I’M GOING TO CONTINUE TO PURSUE THIS MAN WHO TREATS ME SO WELL. Even though they are a confirmed no match. Makes total sense.
So you unfriend-zoned him to cock block him? Seems v fair. So when you go to sleep, do you leave Haydens balls under your pillow or on your nightstand? Let me know.
*Starts Twitter Poll* Is Gianna hot? Yes or No?
Tyler apologizes to Taylor and is like “I have no excuse for being the ‘big bad wolf’ in this.” So youre eating peoples grandmas now? Very Hannibal Lecter-chic. Not sure Tyler understands that hes referencing a fairytale, but hes pretty so well overlook it.
Hes like these girls are all over me wah, life is hard.
TAYLOR: Im mad *looks at Tylers beautiful face* but Im not like, thatttt mad
Hes like Im not that guy, you know that! Shes like,
TYLER: I want to dump Shannon and date you
EVERYONE AT HOME:
Gianna goes to have a talk with Hayden, which she announces for everyone to know. Shes from the Midwest, okay? Shes not used to this whole having brains thing, cut her some slack!
GIANNA: HEY CAMERA GUY IM GOING TO HAVE A TALK WITH HAYDEN ALSO GIANNA: were very low-key shhhh
Little Mike is like this is bullshit, they are not a match, they need to stop and its like SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK.
GIANNA: I dont want to stop you from doing something but stop fucking doing it. (Im not even making that up, thats an exact quote) HAYDEN: But I need to play the game GIANNA: Did I fucking stutter
So Hayden has relocated from friendzone island to being a little bitch island. Need a house warming gift, Hayden? Ill get you crowbar so you can pull your head out of your ass. Youre welcome.
Gianna and Hayden have sex, giving life to the newest Trump supporter Im sure. Carolina sees all of this and is like wtffffff. Shes like, totally in love with Hayden! Like, they spoke for a whole 10 minutes. Didnt that mean anything to him?
Andre is like “IF THEY FUCK THIS UP IM GOING TO BE PISSED” and Im like do it. Get mad. You wont. No balls.
Honestly, Gianna could probs take Andre in a fight. That girl should be a fuckin prison warden.
THE CHALLENGE
The challenge this week is for the dudes. The guys have to spin themselves and then go through an obstacle course. Then they have to shoot a basketball into the hoop of the girl they want to date. The person who shoots the third basketball in the hoop wins the date.
challenges sound like the hazing the gay frats do. Its all v weak.
The guys start the game and are falling all over the place. *plays Ed Sheeran*
Hayden is like, fuck it. Fuck this game. Idfc anymore, Im here for Gianna.
HAYDEN:I love Gianna
ME:
He decides to help Oswaldo win a date with Tee. See heres the thingI like Hayden, but I also think hes being very dumb. Its a hard spot for me rn. Really struggling.
Tee being proud of Oswaldo for winning is like Trump being proud of winning president. We all know he couldnt have won without Hayden/Russia.
Derrick and Joey are trying to win Rush Boobss date. Derrick wants to win because fuck Joey. Theyre shooting for legit five minutes. Seriously, Ive seen better shots from . When is the last time you played basketball? Third grade? Derricks like I played division I basketball! which sounds like an alternative fact to me.
Joey wins. So its Osvaldo/Tee and Joey/Rush Boobs.
Ryan tells them they are going to trapeze and Tee is like Im black, I shouldnt be in the air. How did you get to the Dominican Republic? Drive? Horseback? I didnt know your skin color made you less aerodynamic. I just saw and honestly, Im a fucking scientist now.
BACK AT THE HOUSE
Lets all agree that Tee is low-key alcoholic. Shes constantly sipping from that big-ass cup and it seems like they have a good connection. Could that be her match?
Eddie is talking to Alicia about how he is poor and shes like “LOL not me, cant relate to you peasant.” Eddie, you need to get your ass over to Kam where you fucking belong. Know your fucking place. Do not fuck this up for me, Eddie.
Tyler is trying to break up with Shannon and it is a train fucking wreck. Hes like I need to do the right thing and leave you. He actually stole the whole speech from Gabriella in .
REAL PICTURE OF TYLER:
Shannon is like “I feel dumb.” And she should, because she just got played. I feel bad for Shannon. Her voice makes me want to take a waltz off a bridge, but I do feel things, kind of.
Tylers like I didnt realize girls have feelings and get mad when you treat them poorly. Thats like saying I didnt know when you light shit on fire, it gets hot.
Meanwhile, Tee is very much trying to date rape Osvaldo. Its creepy tbh. If a guy was doing that to a girl on this show I would be dialing 911 by now. Tee, knock it off, it’s super gross.
They go to the boom boom room and literally boom boom because they break something. Oswaldo, way to not hold your ground.
Kam is oiling Eddie up and being goofy. I needed this.
Shes like I know Alicia and Eddy have a good friendship, Im not getting territorial, because this is a game show. I LOVE YOU KAM, I AM STARTING YOUR FAN CLUB. Shes so rational. Everyone be like her please.
THE DATE
Oswaldo is like this date will take our relationship to the next level, even though it already has gone to the next level. *wink, wink* I remember when I lost my virginity. We get it, you had sex.
They go to the trapeze place and Oswaldo is like Hopefully I dont break my neck. Thats a pretty reasonable goal.
They all are like surprisingly good at this. Even Tee, whose blackness surprisingly does not hinder her capabilities. Its a miracle.
Oswaldo and Tee are like being lovey-dovey because they fucked that one time. Hes like shes not trying to rape me and I like this side of her. I too am a big fan of the people who dont try and sexually assault me. Weird.
THE TRUTH BOOTH
Ryan comes in hot and asks about the no matches, aka Gianna and Hayden, still hooking up.
Giannas like HOW IS THIS OUR FAULT??? Uh, youre a confirmed no match and youre hooking up. I feel like Im taking crazy pills. Leave the dumb shit to Rush Boobs, please god.
The house is like, “ugh we hate you, lets just get this shit over with.” Thats how I felt with pledges in my sorority.
Tyranny and Oswaldo go to the truth booth because duh.
OSWALDO: Im excited to learn if were a match and really connect on a deeper level. TEE: Im tryna fuck.
Im stressed because Tee will def die of alcohol poisoning tonight if this doesnt work out. And what do you know, NO MATCH.
Tee was like I was falling in love with him. Shes crying. Hes crying. This is depressing. Did I accidentally sit on the remote and turn on ?
Oswaldo starts boxing while Andre is talking him down and all the guys hug him. Wow, I love the bromance. What I love more is that eventually one of them will try and fight another. #Drama
After everything, Tyler and Shannon are still hanging out. Whats Tylers favorite thing about Shannon? She isnt Taylor. Hes got high standards, ya know? #FourFuckingBeams
Taylor is like youre fucked up. And hes like why, because Im having a conversation?
Ugh Taylor, this paaaaains me to say, because I usually automatically side with the hot girl, but hes low-key right. You need to chill out and move on. Hes not worth it, dude. Hes just not.
Andre asks Taylor wtf shes doing with Tyler and Im like YAS KEEP THIS UP.
Andre is like actually, we like each other, Taylor. And shes like wait, yeah we do. WTF is this Jedi mind control shit Andre has.
ANDRE: *swinging coin back and forth* you are getting very sleepy.. and youre going to fuck me TAYLOR: *eyes glazed* yes, master
He says that she should be a Victorias Secret Model and honestly she should marry him just for that. Like thats compliment of the goddam century.
THE MATCHUP CEREMONY
Its the boys pick tonight. Please note that last time they blacked out harder than Tee does on any given weeknight.
Little Mike gets the ball rollin the wrong way and picks Kam.
Mikes like following our heart doesnt work. Hes like we should venture off, and though thats noble, maaaaaaybe not at the match ceremony. Thats like Michael Phelps being like LOOK FREESTYLE JUST DOESNT WORK right before the 4×100 relay.
Ozzy picks Hannah.
Oswaldo is up next and hes like “I GOTTA DO ME.” He picks Taylor.
Ryan asks Taylor how she feels about Tyler and shes like whos Tyler? Andre and her give each other looks and Im like OKAY YES IM HERE FOR THIS SHIT.
Ryans like Andre, do you wish you were with her and hes like Im practicing my patience. Whatever the fuck that means.
Oswaldo is like standing next to her like, lol just fuck me, right?
Andre picks Casandra.
Eddy picks Alicia and is like this is my homie.
KAM: I AM NOT WORRIED. ARE YOU WORRIED, BECAUSE I AM NOT WORRIED!!! *twitches*
Joey picks Rush boobs.
Derrick picks Gianna. Weird.
Tylers up and fucking moseys up to the front. Goddam hes like a walking Shakespeare playtragically beautiful.
Hes like Ryan, let me speak and Ryans like I didnt even say anything, but ok.
Tyler goes off about how he was painted as the villain and how he is innocent and how all this Taylor shit is fake news and the failing lamestream media is spreading false rumors!!! Sad!
Ryan asks Tyler who he likes more, Shannon or Taylor and Tyler picks Shannon.
RYAN: Do you think Tyler is your match? SHANNON: IDK RYAN: Is Taylor his match? SHANNON: IDK RYAN: Is the world round? SHANNON: IDK
Tylers talking about his breakup with Taylor and is like it sucks because you cant delete people in the real world. This is the first thing that I agree with him on. Dont worry Tyler, Ive watched . Well get to that point someday.
Michael picks KARI. Is it Carrie or KAAAAAARI? I have been saying KAAAAARI. Please DM some confirmation.
Hayden is next. Hayden tells the group that him and Gianna are affecting the game and they are going to stop screwing everyone over.
Gianna is like “WTF. WHO TOLD HIM HE COULD SPEAK? WHO LET HIM OUT OF HIS CAGE?” He picks Carolina. Hehe.
Jaylen and Tee are last. Tee is really bummed about Oswaldo and Ryan is like, “bitch its week four.”
These couples are random AF but idk Im drunk and just here to shit talk. Dont give that much of a fuck.
No blackout, so thats good. They get four beams again. Cant wait to hear them talk about it incessantly.
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nbafunnymeme · 7 years
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'Are You The One?' Recap: Hi My Name Is Tyranny And Im An Alcoholic
Hello everyone. I would like to thank my loyal followers for questioning my whereabouts on Twitter. I was actually on vacation, because Im not poor. Sorry, but watching these morons was just not a fucking option. I was zen AF and I dont need Carolinas crocodile tears ruining it, k thx.
ANYWAYS, so onto the episode. It was kind of eh, Im going to be honest. If youre looking for another reason to be annoyed by Giannas existence though, then it def delivered.
AFTER THE MATCH CEREMONY
They are all pumped about getting four beams. In fact, if you took a shot for every time someone said four fucking beams youd need to get stomach pumped four fucking times.
Tyranny is like Ossssssssssssssssvaldo is my match. Honestly can we just cut the accent though? Hes from Chicago for gods sake, not Italy.
Oswaldo is not so sure. Hes like she could be my match! Or she isnt! Yeah, thats pretty much how life works, actually.
Also, can we acknowledge the giant-ass drink Tee has the whole time? That cup is actually my favorite cast member this season.
Carolina and Hayden start having a pillow fight because FOUR FUCKING BEAMS, AMIRIGHT?
Now Carolina is very suddenly into Hayden. Carolinas emotions give me whiplash. Betsy DeVos nomination was more certain than this bitch.
Gianna is like “OH NO. NOT TODAY. I DID NOT LEAVE THE SOUTHSIDE FOR THIS.” Shes like I’M GOING TO CONTINUE TO PURSUE THIS MAN WHO TREATS ME SO WELL. Even though they are a confirmed no match. Makes total sense.
So you unfriend-zoned him to cock block him? Seems v fair. So when you go to sleep, do you leave Haydens balls under your pillow or on your nightstand? Let me know.
*Starts Twitter Poll* Is Gianna hot? Yes or No?
Tyler apologizes to Taylor and is like “I have no excuse for being the ‘big bad wolf’ in this.” So youre eating peoples grandmas now? Very Hannibal Lecter-chic. Not sure Tyler understands that hes referencing a fairytale, but hes pretty so well overlook it.
Hes like these girls are all over me wah, life is hard.
TAYLOR: Im mad *looks at Tylers beautiful face* but Im not like, thatttt mad
Hes like Im not that guy, you know that! Shes like,
TYLER: I want to dump Shannon and date you
EVERYONE AT HOME:
Gianna goes to have a talk with Hayden, which she announces for everyone to know. Shes from the Midwest, okay? Shes not used to this whole having brains thing, cut her some slack!
GIANNA: HEY CAMERA GUY IM GOING TO HAVE A TALK WITH HAYDEN ALSO GIANNA: were very low-key shhhh
Little Mike is like this is bullshit, they are not a match, they need to stop and its like SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK.
GIANNA: I dont want to stop you from doing something but stop fucking doing it. (Im not even making that up, thats an exact quote) HAYDEN: But I need to play the game GIANNA: Did I fucking stutter
So Hayden has relocated from friendzone island to being a little bitch island. Need a house warming gift, Hayden? Ill get you crowbar so you can pull your head out of your ass. Youre welcome.
Gianna and Hayden have sex, giving life to the newest Trump supporter Im sure. Carolina sees all of this and is like wtffffff. Shes like, totally in love with Hayden! Like, they spoke for a whole 10 minutes. Didnt that mean anything to him?
Andre is like “IF THEY FUCK THIS UP IM GOING TO BE PISSED” and Im like do it. Get mad. You wont. No balls.
Honestly, Gianna could probs take Andre in a fight. That girl should be a fuckin prison warden.
THE CHALLENGE
The challenge this week is for the dudes. The guys have to spin themselves and then go through an obstacle course. Then they have to shoot a basketball into the hoop of the girl they want to date. The person who shoots the third basketball in the hoop wins the date.
challenges sound like the hazing the gay frats do. Its all v weak.
The guys start the game and are falling all over the place. *plays Ed Sheeran*
Hayden is like, fuck it. Fuck this game. Idfc anymore, Im here for Gianna.
HAYDEN:I love Gianna
ME:
He decides to help Oswaldo win a date with Tee. See heres the thingI like Hayden, but I also think hes being very dumb. Its a hard spot for me rn. Really struggling.
Tee being proud of Oswaldo for winning is like Trump being proud of winning president. We all know he couldnt have won without Hayden/Russia.
Derrick and Joey are trying to win Rush Boobss date. Derrick wants to win because fuck Joey. Theyre shooting for legit five minutes. Seriously, Ive seen better shots from . When is the last time you played basketball? Third grade? Derricks like I played division I basketball! which sounds like an alternative fact to me.
Joey wins. So its Osvaldo/Tee and Joey/Rush Boobs.
Ryan tells them they are going to trapeze and Tee is like Im black, I shouldnt be in the air. How did you get to the Dominican Republic? Drive? Horseback? I didnt know your skin color made you less aerodynamic. I just saw and honestly, Im a fucking scientist now.
BACK AT THE HOUSE
Lets all agree that Tee is low-key alcoholic. Shes constantly sipping from that big-ass cup and it seems like they have a good connection. Could that be her match?
Eddie is talking to Alicia about how he is poor and shes like “LOL not me, cant relate to you peasant.” Eddie, you need to get your ass over to Kam where you fucking belong. Know your fucking place. Do not fuck this up for me, Eddie.
Tyler is trying to break up with Shannon and it is a train fucking wreck. Hes like I need to do the right thing and leave you. He actually stole the whole speech from Gabriella in .
REAL PICTURE OF TYLER:
Shannon is like “I feel dumb.” And she should, because she just got played. I feel bad for Shannon. Her voice makes me want to take a waltz off a bridge, but I do feel things, kind of.
Tylers like I didnt realize girls have feelings and get mad when you treat them poorly. Thats like saying I didnt know when you light shit on fire, it gets hot.
Meanwhile, Tee is very much trying to date rape Osvaldo. Its creepy tbh. If a guy was doing that to a girl on this show I would be dialing 911 by now. Tee, knock it off, it’s super gross.
They go to the boom boom room and literally boom boom because they break something. Oswaldo, way to not hold your ground.
Kam is oiling Eddie up and being goofy. I needed this.
Shes like I know Alicia and Eddy have a good friendship, Im not getting territorial, because this is a game show. I LOVE YOU KAM, I AM STARTING YOUR FAN CLUB. Shes so rational. Everyone be like her please.
THE DATE
Oswaldo is like this date will take our relationship to the next level, even though it already has gone to the next level. *wink, wink* I remember when I lost my virginity. We get it, you had sex.
They go to the trapeze place and Oswaldo is like Hopefully I dont break my neck. Thats a pretty reasonable goal.
They all are like surprisingly good at this. Even Tee, whose blackness surprisingly does not hinder her capabilities. Its a miracle.
Oswaldo and Tee are like being lovey-dovey because they fucked that one time. Hes like shes not trying to rape me and I like this side of her. I too am a big fan of the people who dont try and sexually assault me. Weird.
THE TRUTH BOOTH
Ryan comes in hot and asks about the no matches, aka Gianna and Hayden, still hooking up.
Giannas like HOW IS THIS OUR FAULT??? Uh, youre a confirmed no match and youre hooking up. I feel like Im taking crazy pills. Leave the dumb shit to Rush Boobs, please god.
The house is like, “ugh we hate you, lets just get this shit over with.” Thats how I felt with pledges in my sorority.
Tyranny and Oswaldo go to the truth booth because duh.
OSWALDO: Im excited to learn if were a match and really connect on a deeper level. TEE: Im tryna fuck.
Im stressed because Tee will def die of alcohol poisoning tonight if this doesnt work out. And what do you know, NO MATCH.
Tee was like I was falling in love with him. Shes crying. Hes crying. This is depressing. Did I accidentally sit on the remote and turn on ?
Oswaldo starts boxing while Andre is talking him down and all the guys hug him. Wow, I love the bromance. What I love more is that eventually one of them will try and fight another. #Drama
After everything, Tyler and Shannon are still hanging out. Whats Tylers favorite thing about Shannon? She isnt Taylor. Hes got high standards, ya know? #FourFuckingBeams
Taylor is like youre fucked up. And hes like why, because Im having a conversation?
Ugh Taylor, this paaaaains me to say, because I usually automatically side with the hot girl, but hes low-key right. You need to chill out and move on. Hes not worth it, dude. Hes just not.
Andre asks Taylor wtf shes doing with Tyler and Im like YAS KEEP THIS UP.
Andre is like actually, we like each other, Taylor. And shes like wait, yeah we do. WTF is this Jedi mind control shit Andre has.
ANDRE: *swinging coin back and forth* you are getting very sleepy.. and youre going to fuck me TAYLOR: *eyes glazed* yes, master
He says that she should be a Victorias Secret Model and honestly she should marry him just for that. Like thats compliment of the goddam century.
THE MATCHUP CEREMONY
Its the boys pick tonight. Please note that last time they blacked out harder than Tee does on any given weeknight.
Little Mike gets the ball rollin the wrong way and picks Kam.
Mikes like following our heart doesnt work. Hes like we should venture off, and though thats noble, maaaaaaybe not at the match ceremony. Thats like Michael Phelps being like LOOK FREESTYLE JUST DOESNT WORK right before the 4×100 relay.
Ozzy picks Hannah.
Oswaldo is up next and hes like “I GOTTA DO ME.” He picks Taylor.
Ryan asks Taylor how she feels about Tyler and shes like whos Tyler? Andre and her give each other looks and Im like OKAY YES IM HERE FOR THIS SHIT.
Ryans like Andre, do you wish you were with her and hes like Im practicing my patience. Whatever the fuck that means.
Oswaldo is like standing next to her like, lol just fuck me, right?
Andre picks Casandra.
Eddy picks Alicia and is like this is my homie.
KAM: I AM NOT WORRIED. ARE YOU WORRIED, BECAUSE I AM NOT WORRIED!!! *twitches*
Joey picks Rush boobs.
Derrick picks Gianna. Weird.
Tylers up and fucking moseys up to the front. Goddam hes like a walking Shakespeare playtragically beautiful.
Hes like Ryan, let me speak and Ryans like I didnt even say anything, but ok.
Tyler goes off about how he was painted as the villain and how he is innocent and how all this Taylor shit is fake news and the failing lamestream media is spreading false rumors!!! Sad!
Ryan asks Tyler who he likes more, Shannon or Taylor and Tyler picks Shannon.
RYAN: Do you think Tyler is your match? SHANNON: IDK RYAN: Is Taylor his match? SHANNON: IDK RYAN: Is the world round? SHANNON: IDK
Tylers talking about his breakup with Taylor and is like it sucks because you cant delete people in the real world. This is the first thing that I agree with him on. Dont worry Tyler, Ive watched . Well get to that point someday.
Michael picks KARI. Is it Carrie or KAAAAAARI? I have been saying KAAAAARI. Please DM some confirmation.
Hayden is next. Hayden tells the group that him and Gianna are affecting the game and they are going to stop screwing everyone over.
Gianna is like “WTF. WHO TOLD HIM HE COULD SPEAK? WHO LET HIM OUT OF HIS CAGE?” He picks Carolina. Hehe.
Jaylen and Tee are last. Tee is really bummed about Oswaldo and Ryan is like, “bitch its week four.”
These couples are random AF but idk Im drunk and just here to shit talk. Dont give that much of a fuck.
No blackout, so thats good. They get four beams again. Cant wait to hear them talk about it incessantly.
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Callum; Collared (Part 1)
TW’s for this one.  Creepy whumper, ankle and wrist restraints, muzzle, dehumanisation, breath restriction, hair pulling.
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The night before, Callum had knelt in his spot.  His spot was on the floor next to the couch.  If he had been on any furniture in the past few years then he had forgotten all about it.
Wretches don’t get to be comfortable you stupid slow boy.
Do you want to be my pet today?
You can’t let pets up on the furniture.  They get ideas beyond their station.
Give them an inch they’ll take a mile.  Silly little pet.
Master Hayden had stroked at his throat while he had knelt, the night before.  The night when he had told Callum that pets take a mile.  He had stroked and told him that if you give someone enough rope they’ll hang themselves in the end.  He had stopped stroking and pushed a little.  Squeezed a little.  Diminished Callum’s breath down to a wheeze for a moment before letting up again.  When Callum had dared to look up at his Master, he had been met with a smile.  A thin, horrid smile that made him shudder.  When he had done so, Master Hayden had squeezed again.  Had told him not to look away.  Callum had kept his eyes on his Master.  He always tried so very very hard to do as he was told.  Even the impossible tasks.  He tried to do them.   He wanted to get them right. 
“I have an idea,” Master Hayden had said.  Callum had nodded, a small and just about aborted movement with a hand clenching and unclenching around his neck. 
“I’m very happy that you have an idea Master Hayden,” Callum had whispered and wheezed.
“You will be,”  Master Hayden had smiled around his words.  “You’ll make sure to be happy won’t you.”
“Yes Master Hayden.”  His throat had been been squeezed again, hard.
“Everything I give you is just what you deserve,”
“I’m very grateful Master Hayden,”  Callum had forced the words up past the consitction of his Master’s hand.  He didn’t know how long he had knelt there for, with his breathing being controlled.  There had been no regular pattern to it. Sometimes his throat was petted and rubbed and soothed.  Sometimes it was squeezed and pressed and held firmly while he drew aching and thin breaths past the constriction.  Sometimes it was quick.  Sometimes it went on and on.  Sometimes it was in between.  The not knowing had made his eyes water with tears.
The hand at his throat had moved to his hair, and it had pulled and pulled to tilt his head back.
“I can never decide you know,” Master Hayden murmured.  “Are you pretty when you cry, or are you annoying?”  Callum had swallowed down on the lump in his abused throat and whimpered without meaning to when his Master had twisted where he sat.  Had raised his other hand and stroked up and down the exposed and reddened skin of Callum’s neck.  Callum had gasped when Master Hayden had suddenly pinched him hard, twisting the skin while he did so. 
“Hmm.  Annoying I suppose,” Master Hayden had concluded.  He had stood up suddenly and Callum had fallen gracelessly to the floor, his hands cuffed behind him and useless to help break the fall.  When he had hit the floor he had stayed there.  He had pressed his forehead down and shuffled as best he could to meet his Master’s shoe with his head.  He had wanted to do better.  Be better.  He had wanted to be pretty and not annoying.  Instead his shame had come flooding back and he had felt it settle like a rock in the pit of his stomach.  He had stopped moving when the shoe that he had been heading towards raised and pressed firmly against his throat, turning him on to his side, forcing him to roll with it.  He had looked up at his Master while the press of the shoe increased.
“Please Master Hayden,”  Callum had whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please let me be better.  I want to stop being so wretched.  Please let me be better.  I want whatever you have to give to me.”  The shoe had pressed down just a touch harder and Callum had whined.
“You see this is the thing.  Right now you’re crying not because you’re ashamed, but because you’re feeling sorry for yourself.  Sorry that I called you annoying.  Sorry that you’re on the floor.  Sorry sorry sorry.  I don’t appreciate it.  It’s impolite and it’s your own stupid little way of complaining.  I actually have a gift for you but this little display means that you’re going to have to earn it.”  Callum had nodded as best he could beneath his Master’s shoe, and under the weight of his emotions.  He hadn’t realised that he was less than ashamed.  That he was actually just feeling sorry for himself.  He had been appalled that he hadn’t realised.  The shame ground itself up against the self-sorry feeling, a plate tectonic edged earthquake.  Destructive.  Painful.  Raw. With a final push from his Master's shoe, Callum had rolled away and struggled himself back up to his knees. He had started on his apologies and his words, his head bowed, too in shame to withstand the weight of it. He had sunk beneath it. It had felt like a mill stone tied around his neck.
He had jumped and flinched and practically squeaked when his Master had suddenly grabbed at his hair again from behind him. He hadn't noticed that Master Hayden had moved. He had been buried deep in his apologies and his self pity and he felt disgusted with himself. Wretched. Like he always turned out to be, no matter what he did.
His muzzle had been jammed into his mouth, far far back, so far back that he had felt the give of the skin at the corners of his mouth. He had tasted the blood that had run from them and pooled in his mouth with his saliva before it ran out like it always did. Dribbled from his mouth, from around the bit between his teeth. Made the leather in front wet and uncomfortable. It had cut his words off and silenced him while the buckles were tightened and caught up in his hair. The buckles never normally caught in his hair.
"Up," Master Hayden had demanded, while he had dragged him up by the straps and by the hair to march him awkwardly and stumbling to the door to the basement.  Callum had hurried as best he could, hobbled by the chain that kept his ankles constantly near to one another.  That meant that he tripped every few steps every time that he tried to hurry.  His Master had let him go with a shove that had sent him tripping head first into the door to his basement.  He had winced at the assault to his head which made his vision wobble just a tiny amount.  His Master had paused with his hand on the bolt that kept the door locked and Callum knew that nothing good would come of it.  Master Hayden pausing meant reassessing, and reevaluating.  And coming up with something worse.  Callum knew this by now.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Master Hayden had said. “I don’t think that you get to just sit down there doing nothing all night.  That’s no way to earn a gift now is it stupid little wretch.  Little wanna-be pet.”  Callum had shook his head.  Callum had shaken all over.
“Do you remember when I first brought you home?”  His Master had asked him  The hand in his hair and on the straps of his muzzle had gone softer.  It had stopped twisting and pulling and gone back to stroking and petting again.  It made Callum shudder at the intimacy and the sudden change of tone.  “I think we must have got back just about early evening?  Late afternoon?  Oh you were so stupid that day.  Swearing at me and arguing and answering back.  And all that stupid pointless begging, as though you didn’t just donate yourself to anyone who would have you.”  Master Hayden had looked at him and tugged lightly on the straps of his muzzle.  “Thank goodness for peace and quiet hmm?  But you have managed to learn a few little tricks since you got here haven’t you.  You know your rules now without having to look at your list.  You’re much better at staying still and not complaining about it.  And other than today you don’t usually cry and whine too much.  So in honour of that stupid stupid first day that you all but ruined, I am going to give you a chance not only to feel ashamed instead of sorry, but also to have a go-over.  You get another chance.  And then when you succeed, because you will succeed won’t you, slow creature?  When you succeed you can stop feeling all snivelly and sorry for yourself, you will have been ashamed and made unashamed, and you will then get to be perfect for a while.  You’ll like all of that very much I think won’t you.”
Callum had listened and tried not to start to cry again.  He had felt tears run downhis cheeks but he had not made a noise.  He had stayed silent as his Master’s hand in his hair had pushed and pushed until he was kneeling down on the floor next to him.  He had leaned just enough to press his face to his Master’s leg, to show him in the absence of his voice and without the freedom to hold his hands out, that he wanted to feel better and that he wanted to do whatever his Master thought was best.  He had loved the rumble of a hum that he had heard from Master Hayden, even as he hated the loss of contact when he started walking away from him, walked to the front door and opened it to point out to the porch where Callum had shuffled on his knees. 
“I’m going to leave the door open,” Master Hayden had said as he had stepped around behind Callum and linked his cuffed wrists with his cuffed ankles.  “I will close it before I got bed.  So if you really want that gift then I suggest you get yourself in the house before then.  Show me how ashamed you are.  Show me how badly you want to be perfect you desperate. little. creature.  Show me that you have actually learned something.”
Callum had managed to hold back the whine in his throat until he was certain that his Master was out of earshot.
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whump-it · 4 years
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Callum; Nail Scissors
TWs in this one for storms, being trapped in water, restraints, left alone, creepy whumper, scissors.
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Picking what felt like another little clump of blood out of his teddy’s fur, Callum flicked it away from where he sat beneath the light on his rules. Flicked it away into the dark of one of the basement’s corners. Where it would never be seen again. He picked and picked and muttered through his rules before glancing up to check that he still had them right.
He hated getting them wrong. The shame of his Master’s disappointment when he did pressed down on him, a dull weight that he struggled to bear up. It could be made right again, he knew that. But he hated to be in such wretched shame with Master Hayden.
He picked one last piece of something from his teddy’s fur before he gave up. He had reached number ten on the list of rules again and so really, it didn’t matter that he had only picked a few bits. They had all the time in the world. Master Hayden had taught him that. And he knew that Master Hayden was right because he had given him such good rules. Such easy rules to learn. With a heave of effort he pushed himself up on to his feet in a practiced but always difficult motion. His ankles had been cuffed with a small amount of chain in between them since he had first been brought here and it always made it hard to go from sitting to standing. His mind couldn’t provide him with the information of just when he had last had free use of his hands.
Shuffling to the corner where he always hid his teddy in the dark where the light never reached, he dropped it down and nudged it right back with his feet.
“Can’t risk him finding you,” he whispered down at it. “You’re the only thing left that’s mine so you can’t ever be seen. Sorry.” Manners cost nothing. Callum knew that.
He straightened up and sighed. He never knew when his Master would come for him. Or why. Or what would happen when he did. He started pacing a circuit slowly around the four walls of his basement. He never counted his steps because he was afraid that it would drive him insane but the walking gave him something to focus on while he waited to atone.
When the sound of the lock to the basement finally came Callum hurried awkwardly to the centre of the room and knelt facing the rules. He listened to his Master’s footsteps as he descended into the basement. He dipped his head and watched from beneath lidded eyes and long eyelashes as Master Hayden stopped in front of him.
“Good…umm… morning? Master Hayden,” Callum said.
“Wrong,” Master Hayden said. Callum’s heart leapt in a panic. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, what time of day it was.
“I’m sorry,” Callum said quickly.
“Oh little wretch. And how could you know hmm? How could you know whether it’s morning or afternoon. Or even the middle of the night?”
“I couldn’t know Master Hayden,” Callum whispered, shuffling painfully on his knees towards his Master. “Please, I couldn’t know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He bent down, at the waist, desperate for contact with his Master who had been so kind to him when he didn’t know when it was in the day. He could have hurt him so much for that mistake. He could have pointed out his shame and his imperfection but instead he had forgiven him. He bent and bent until his cheek was pressed to Master Hayden’s shoe. His forehead pressed to his ankle. He stayed there as he felt his Master’s fingers twist within his own. Callum squeezed his Master’s fingers, reveling in the touch. In the way that it felt to know so physically that he had not shamed himself.
Callum could feel his cuffed up wrists being pulled up by his Master’s gripping fingers and it felt wonderful until it didn’t anymore. Until it stopped feeling like a caress and started feeling like strain and tension. Until his shoulders twinged and burned. Until they twisted and he pressed his face further into Master Hayden’s shoe, grit his teeth and and yelled out behind them with the pull, pull, pull. Too much. Too far. He twisted himself into the action to try to gain some relief, his body caught between thinking that rising up on his knees would help send thinking that pressing his face further down would help. There was no middle ground. He couldn’t find relief.
As the pain and pulling continued, Callum screamed his words out.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. My body is not mine to hurt my body is yours.” He screamed it. Screamed it. He took a ragged breath in to start his words again when Master Hayden suddenly dropped his grip and let Callum fall at his feet, panting and sweating and shaking.
“Such a lot of fuss little wretch,” Master Hayden sighed down at him. “I was only looking at your nails. They need cutting.” Callum groaned and rolled himself to his knees, trying to move his arms as little as possible, sharp spikes of pain darting through his shoulder blades at each movement.
“I think I’ll take you upstairs and get you tidied up a bit. The thought of you atoning while you look like that disgusts me. How can you make anything right looking like that hmm?”
“I’m sorry Master Hayden,” Callum whispered. “I want to atone properly please.”
“So you should,” Master Hayden stepped back away from Callum’s desperation for touch. “Up stairs then.” He walked away from Callum like he always did. Never waited. Never helped. Callum knew that he didn’t deserve the help. His Master helped him to atone. Not to climb the stairs. But he always waited for him at the top. Which was exactly where Callum found him once he had got himself awkwardly up the basement steps.
“You will follow me to the living room and kneel by the couch,” Master Hayden said.
“Yes Master Hayden,” Callum said quietly. “Thank you for looking after me and noticing that my nails need cutting.”
“Good manners wretch.”
Callum followed along after his Master, unused to being out of his basement and up in the house itself. He was still unsure of the layout. He passed along a corridor from the entrance hall where the door to his basement came out, passed by windows which were letting a grey and yellow stormy sort of light in. He felt a small twist of disappointment that the sky wasn’t blue. He had hoped instantly for blue on hearing that he was being allowed upstairs. He felt instantly ashamed of himself for being disappointed.
As they passed through into the living room, Callum felt a curl of panic rise up through his bones. Master Hayden had picked up a pair of nail scissors from the sideboard as he walked past it. He tried to school his breathing. To quell his nerves. Scissors could mean blood and he knew that but nothing had been said about colours. Master Hayden had not asked him to repeat his colours. He hadn’t said that this was going to be a colour day. But it wasn’t the first time that Callum had been wrong about things. He knew this. He tried so hard every day to keep up with his Master’s mind. To not be tripped up by words and actions. But it was hard. It was so hard and he felt so ashamed for being so nervous over something as simple as getting his nails cut.
“Why aren’t you kneeling?”
Callum jumped at the sound. He hadn’t realised that he had stopped moving.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…”
“Shut up and kneel,” Master Hayden hissed at him. “Stupid slow boy. Hmm? And here I thought you were doing well today. I’m about to take care of you and you’re just standing there. Idle. Do I have to do these things for you? Do I?”
“I’m…umm…” Callum knelt next to where his Master was standing by the couch. He always landed heavily on his knees, unable to use his hands for balance. Unable to move his ankles far apart. It always hurt. He always thought that maybe it made up for just a tiny part of his shame.
“Shut up,” Master Hayden murmured into his ear, bent down behind him and taking hold of his right hand. Callum wanted so desperately to hold his Master’s hand. He wanted to be allowed to crawl to him and beg him for something. For anything. His hand was twisted into the right position to allow his nails to be cut without too much trouble. He ached with the desire to say sorry but the overriding urge was to do as he was told. To shut up.
At the first clip of the scissors Callum flinched. He didn’t want to. He hated himself immediately for it but he had been unable to stop his muscles from reacting before they did it anyway. He heard his Master’s huff of annoyance and trembled softly in it’s wake. He bit back on the urge to say his sorrys after being told to shut up. Every cell, every atom of him was straining to apologise as he flinched again when the scissors clipped away at another nail.
“Ungrateful creature,” he heard his Master mutter behind him, clipping with the scissors again. Every touch was a new terror. Every touch could mean cutting. Blood. Callum tried to stay still but his body was trembling, his muscles were twitching. His throat was feeling tight.
“You’re beginning to try my patience,” Master Hayden said behind him. “Anyone would think you want me to cut you, twitching around like that.” The clipping continued across his hand and on to the next until all ten nails had been trimmed.
“Done,” Master Hayden said, standing up slowly, dragging the scissors along the length of Callum’s spine as he did so. “Use your manners wretched little creature and use them fast. You’ve already annoyed me enough as it is.”
“Yes Master H…Hayden…th… thank you Master Hayden for…umm… for keeping me so well. Th…th… thank you for…f… for looking after m…me. I’m sorry I was wretched. I’m so…s… sorry and ashamed of myself.”
As he spoke, he watched his Master move around him to stand in front of him. Master Hayden placed the tip of the scissors underneath Callum’s chin and tipped his head back. Forced him to look up while Callum gasped on the pinprick pain. Tilted his head while he regarded Callum kneeling and imperfect.
“Did you know something?”
“Umm…I…I…I don’t know anything Master Hayden,” Callum stuttered. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…I want to know what you want me to know.”
“Toenails can be quite hard to cut,” Master Hayden said, pressing the tip of the scissors more firmly into the soft skin beneath Callum’s chin. “It’s easier if you soak them first.” The scissors pressed harder, harder, just to the point of an atom away from breaking the skin when it was suddenly withdrawn and tucked away in a pocket. Callum gasped out a breath that he hadn’t even realised he had been holding.
“Up,” Callum scrambled his thoughts, pushed his bones and muscles into reluctant action to do as he was told. As he moved he remembered his manners, spluttering them out.
“Th… thank you for helping me… for making it easier,”
He was still stuttering his way through his thanks when Master Hayden started walking back the way they had come, back to the entrance hall where Callum followed and watched him pull on waders, boots and a heavy water proof coat. Just the sight of all of the warm layers made Callum shiver where he stood wearing what he always did. A pair of black shorts. It was always either that or nothing. Once he had zipped up the coat, his Master looked at him and smiled.
“Oh you should see your stupid little face. Always so slow aren’t you. I can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever improve. Did you not see what it looks like out there?” He motioned to the glass panels that stood either side of the front door. “There’s a storm coming and I don’t want to get caught in the rain.”
“Uh…umm…”
“You’ll be just fine as you are,”
“Yes… yes… thank you thank you Master Hayden,” Callum stood and blushed while his Master’s gaze raked over him. The shame that he had thought he had avoided had crept up on him and was busy getting its talons in, making him shiver with fright and need.
“Shameful,” Master Hayden murmured. “Aren’t you? But that makes atoning so much nicer. Much more effective. Come on then.” The front door opened to an overly oppressive weight of air that seemed to thrum with latent electricity. Callum stepped out in his Master’s wake shivering against little blasts of cold wind and odd warm pockets of air.
“You’ve never seen the back of the house,” Master Hayden was saying as he walked at a pace ahead of Callum. Something about the oppressive air was making it hard for the sound to travel. Callum stumbled and tripped as he hurried to keep up. Hurried to hear in case he missed something important that he would need later.
“There’s an old pond,”
“Umm…”
“Not ‘umm’ you stupid creature. Pond. I think it probably still has some fish in it. Or something,” Master Hayden barked out a laugh. “Damned if I know but I’ve seen something bubbling up under there. There’s bugs, plants, that sort of thing. There, you see?”
Master Hayden stopped and Callum tripped to a halt beside him. A few metres in front of them was the pond. It looked very old indeed. Sludge and algae had gathered around the edges and the surface seemed thick somehow. Not like water ought to be. Not flowing. Not free. It was trapped and hemmed in and slow and dirty.
And out in the middle of it stood two thick wooden poles a couple of metres apart with restraints at the top.
Callum could feel his Master looking at him. Could feel the razor sharp grin that was directed at him.
“Let’s get you softened up shall we?”
“Yes please Master Hayden,” Callum said, shivering at the sight.
“Off you go then,” Master Hayden said, talking slowly, deliberately, making himself understood by Callum’s slow and stupid brain. He paused for the briefest moment. Just a second or two, but it was enough to earn him a hefty shove to the back to get him going, pitching forward and only just keeping his balance without his hands to steady himself. He sniffed back on tears that wanted to fall as he padded barefoot to the edge of the water and in. It was brown, obscured by mud and plant life. He couldn’t see what he was stepping on and he flinched and gasped at the sharp edges of hidden stones, at the oozing squelch of sediment between his toes. He picked his way across to the poles sniffling and feeling so very ashamed at how long it was taking him to get there. He was terrified that he might trip on some unseen underwater hazard and with his hands cuffed behind him he couldn’t see how he’d be able to get back up. The thought of sinking into that thick and dark water drew a moan out from the back of his throat. By the time he made it to the posts he was knee deep and sobbing. He jumped at the feel of a hand on his neck, his pulse leaping and breath racing. His wrists were unclipped from one another.
“Turn to face me,” Master Hayden said, low and quiet, the grip around Callum’s neck tightening as it twisted to start him moving. Callum shifted with it, trembling through the motion until he was facing his Master.
“Lift that arm,” Master Hayden said, tapping Callum’s left arm. His perpetually aching and misaligned arm. He lifted, shaky, to reach his wrist to the restraint on the first pole and trembled, whimpering quietly as his Master attached his cuff to the restraint.  A tap to his right arm and Callum moved that one as well.  Lifted it up to the next post and moaned soflty at his capture.  Knee deep in slimey, sludge filled water.  Caught up and spread open. 
“There,” Master Hayden said, stepping back slightly while reaching up to twist his fingers in Callum’s hair, pulling is head down slightly.  “Not perfect yet but you will be.  How long do you think you’ll need out here before you feel unashamed hmm?  An hour?  Two?”
“I…I…think…nono…I don’t think.  Umm…two hours?”  Callum chanced a look up at Master Hayden who was smiling again. 
“You know what?  Let’s not set a time limit huh?  I think I’ll know when you’re ready.”
“Y…yes Master Hayden…yes…thank you for knowing what’s best for me.”
“Oh!”  Master Hayden looked surprised all of a sudden and Callum panicked.  His Master was never surprised.  It was a trap. It was always a trap.  “Did you hear that?”  His fingers twisted in Callum’s hair again and pulled his head to the side in an imitation of a cocked ear, listening out for something in the distance.  “I do believe the storm is starting to break.  I’m sure I just heard thunder.”
“Th…Thunder?”  Callum said, stupidly. Slow.  Always so stupid and slow.
“Hmm,” Master Hayden hummed and started to back away.  “Not nice.”  Then he turned and walked away out of the pond, up on to the grimy little bank and towards the house a way back in the distance.  Callum watched him go silently, his legs twitching, arms shaking, heart pounding.  And as he saw his Master disappear back into the house he heard it.  Thunder.  A low and ominous rumble.  The pressure around him seemed to drop all at once as a wind blew up from out of nowhere and the heavens opened.  It swept in all in one go, no warning, no gentle start.  The rain hit the surface of the pond and splattered the mucky water back up and on to Callum where he stood bound and frightened.  The thunder rolled in amidst flashes of lightening and beneath the stirred up surface of the pond, something moved and touched Callums leg.  He jumped and shrieked, unable to move away from his unseen terrors with his ankles still chained together.  Always chained together. 
“I want to be perfect,” he muttered to himself, twitching at each rumble of thunder.  Jumping at every louder crash of sound.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…I’m sorry!”  He said, a little louder.  “I’m sorry…I’m sorry!  I’m SORRY!”
He took a deep breath in, let a stream of tears out.
“No…no…not yet,” he said to himself.  “Not yet.  Not perfect yet.  Always be sorry…sorry.  Not perfect yet.  Too soon.”
The storm whipped around him, water blew up from the pond’s sludgy and dark surface and dripped cold down his skin. 
“I don’t like this.  I don’t like this,”  another crash of thunder, loud enough to make him scream and try to pull his hands down to cover his ears boomed out above his head.  Shook the ground.  Rippled the water.  He jumped and flinched and screamed.  “I DON’T LIKE THIS!  PLEASE I’M…”  he heaved breaths in and out, flagging against the hold of the poles.  “I’m scared…I’m scared.  I’M SCARED!”
Battered by the storm and soaked to the skin, Callum screamed until his throat felt like it would bleed from the effort.  He felt sick from the constant noise around him, within him, from him.  He heaved and retched and cried, great jerking sobs that shook at his whole body.  His words started to break on themselves, unable to sustain the trauma that he was forcing on his throat.
“MASTER HAYDEN I’M SORRY!  I WANT TO BE PERFECT I WANT TO BE…I WANT TO …I WANT TO…PLEASE LET ME BE PERFECT AGAIN I WANT TO ATONE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE”  He could feel his mind losing the track of what it had been thinking.  There had been something important that he should be doing. There was something that Master Hayden had brought him out here for.  The thread at the end of his lucid thoughts was slipping away, blown from him by the wind and the rain.  Shattered by the volume of the thunder.
“I want to…” Callum drooped in his restraints.
“I want…” Callum whispered and flinched and swayed.
“I want…” Callum slumped and let his arms take the strain.  Let his left arm pull and feel like it might break all over again.  He took a deep breath in, raised his head back up and screamed his words skywards.
“TAKE MY SHAME AWAY FROM ME MASTER HAYDEN PLEASE LET ME BE BETTER PLEASE,”
He slumped forward once the words had left his lips, all strength gone save for the muscle action of his shivering form that needed no conscious thought, and sobbed his tears into the pond, giving part of himself to the murky waters that he was surrounded by.
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whump-it · 4 years
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Callum; Wretch or Pet
Hey hey!  So there’s tw’s for this.  Muzzling, dehumanisation, pet whump, creepy whumper, being used as a house slave, beating.  It’s all here.
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Callum knelt in front of his rules, swaying from the impact of his Master's shoe in his side. He had slept through the unlocking of the basement door. He had slept through his Master walking down the steps. He had been so exhausted that the only thing that had woken him had been Master Hayden stamping down on his side. He had slammed into consciousness full force and screaming while Master Hayden had dragged him, gasping for air and winded, into the centre of the basement.
"You can consider that the start to a blue day unless you buck your ideas up," Master Hayden hissed at him. "And as much as I'd love to spend the day decorating you top to toe in bruises I'm a very busy man. It wouldn't kill you to acknowledge how hard I work."
"Thank you," Callum wheezed, still catching his breath. "Thank you Master Hayden... thank you for...umm... you h... hard work."
"My hard work is what keeps a roof over your head so you can stop looking so wretched about it."
Callum ducked his head and nodded.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"So while I'm working hard today, you will be cleaning the kitchen because I don't have the time to every god damn thing around here while you sit around all day being an ungrateful little wretch. In fact you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Are you? Are you ashamed of yourself? Say I'm ashamed of myself Master Hayden."
"I'm ashamed of myself Master Hayden," Callum whimpered.
"And do you want to be unashamed?"
"Please make me unashamed Master Hayden," Callum whispered.
"Get up," Callum got himself awkwardly to his feet, always difficult with his hands behind his back and his ankles cuffed by a short length of chain. When he was finally upright, his Master turned him roughly around by his shoulders and unclipped his wrists then turned him back.
"Hands together in front," Master Hayden said. Callum held his hands out and pressed them closely to have them cuffed up in front of him.
"You will clean the kitchen until you could eat off the floor. And by you I mean you. I haven't decided yet but I may well give you your dinner there today."
"Yes Master Hayden...umm... thank you for letting...umm... giving me the chance to be...ummm... to not be ashamed."
"Do a good job and I promise you, you'll be unashamed by the time you're done."
Callum had followed his Master up out of the basement and into the kitchen where he'd been given a bucket and mop. Water and bleach. Scrubbing brushes and scouring pads and disinfectant spray. And three hours in which to clean everything while his Master spent that time working in his study. By the time his hours were up and Master Hayden came to check up on him he was sweating and his muscles were trembling, unused to doing so much physical activity and on so little food.
"You've done a good job," Master Hayden said, arms crossed as he surveyed the room. Callum had carefully tidied and cleaned the kitchen, putting away anything that was out on the sides. He had washed the sides, the sink, the drainer. He had cleaned the hob, the oven, the hood. The floor had been scrubbed. His hands were chapped and dry and stinging, little cuts all over them.
"Thank you Master Hayden," Callum said, twisting his wrists slightly in their cuffs in a futile attempt to detract from the discomfort of his hands.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Master Hayden aske.
"Umm... yes," Callum said. "I did...I umm...I... want to be good."
Master Hayden hummed and stepped around Callum, running a finger along the counter top. He moved back to Callum and stood in front of him, toying lightly with the cuffs around his wrists.
"Are your hands hurting? Hmm? Stinging?" Callum swallowed hard at the question and nodded. Swallowed hard at the proximity of his Master.
"I think a reward is in order don't you?" Master Hayden said, leaning forward to murmur the words into Callum's ear. "What do you think?"
"Umm..." Callum stumbled over the sound, his brain tripping over itself to please his Master. He didn't think. He couldn't think. His place was not to think. But his Master had asked him what he thought and all he could think about was sleeping on a bed.
"I...I think...I mean thinking is...a.. a... and umm questions are..." Callum's stutterings were cut abruptly short by Master Hayden digging his fingertips into Callum's pained hands. Callum moaned weakly at the intrusion, trying not to complain. He didn't want to turn the day into a blue one like he'd been threatened with when his day began. His hands were seeping a small and gentle ooze of blood through the multitude of tiny cuts all over them.
"If I ask you a question then you answer it," Master Hayden said, one of his hands coming up to Callum's neck. Callum breathed harder at the feeling that he was caught somewhere between a caress on his skin and the threat of being choked. His Master's thumb was alternating between stroking and pressing firmly over his adam's apple uncomfortably.
"A reward would be nice," Callum said. "Thank you for con... considering...uh...umm... rewarding me Master Hayden." As swiftly as his hands had been grabbed up to begin with they were dropped again as Master Hayden stepped back and turned around, opening first one cupboard and then another, bringing out a bottle of red wine and glass. Callum watched his Master pour himself a glass of the wine.
"Oh," Master Hayden said turning back around to face Callum. "Excuse my manners but it's been a long day and every now and then life's too short to decant wine." He walked back to Callum and twisted the fingers of one hand in his hair to tip his head back a little as he brought the glass to Callum's lips.
"Drink," he said.
Callum parted his lips and tried to work his throat quickly enough to swallow at the pace that the wine was being poured into his mouth. The glass kept tipping up and up and up. His head was pulled further and further back as the contents of the glass rapidly went down. He had mostly been able to keep pace with Master Hayden's pouring but a thin dribble of red ran down his chin from each corner of his mouth. By the time that he had been fed the whole glass he was out of breath and panting
"Th... thank," Callum paused to breathe in and out, in and out. "You... thank you for the drink Master Hayden." He was still panting his way through his thanks as Master Hayden went to set the glass back down on the side before coming back to stand before him again.
"You see," he said, thumbing away the dribbles of red wine from Callum's face. "You say thank you like a good boy but you still manage to look so wretched. I don't understand you. I didn't have to give you my wine did I? Does your reward not please you? Are you ungrateful?"
"No! I'm not... please I'm not."
"You must have wanted a different reward. I think that's the problem here. You had something else in mind didn't you?" Master Hayden's earlier warning about answering questions when they were asked forced an unwilling answer out of Callum.
"I...I...I...umm... please if it's... I'd like to sleep on a bed? Please? Master Hayden please. I'm sorry for thinking. I'm sorry..." Callum trailed off at the look on his Master's face. It looked like pity. The sort of pity reserved for someone who has been exceptionally stupid and slow.
"Have you ever had a pet?" Master Hayden asked. "A cat or a dog?" He moved to stand behind Callum, close, very close. His front touching Callum's back as he reached around him to take hold of his hands again. Callum trembled and shook his head.
"No? Do you know what happens if you let them up on the bed?" Callum shook his head again.
"I...umm...I don't know Master Hayden," Callum murmured, swallowing hard, breathing fast, shaking as his wrists were unclipped from one another and drawn behind his back to be cuffed up again. He hitched in a small sob at the feeling of being trapped again. He had been cuffed all day but allowed to have his hands in front of him. But now he felt a renewed sense of vulnerability that shook him.
"Well then allow me to enlighten you, " Master Hayden said, resting his chin on Callum's shoulder to speak into his ear.
"They get ideas above their station. They start to take up space that isn't theirs. They stink the bedding up. And then they start to follow their owner around begging for little treats that they've done nothing to deserve.
So no it won't be the bed." Master Hayden pushed his chin down into Callum's shoulder making him wince and groan with the pain of it.
"I'm sorry for getting ideas above my station," Callum said.
"Yet still you somehow succeed in looking wretched," Master Hayden said, reaching a hand up into Callum's hair to draw his head back, to expose his throat. His Master's lips brushed against his skin when he spoke again.
"So what else could you possibly want then?" Master Hayden whispered. Callum considered lying, the thought flitted through his mind then quickly dissipated. It would only result in trouble.
"A...a book? A book? Ummm...I... any book any book at all. Please. Please Master Hayden."
"A book?" Master Hayden said with a hard and cruel laugh tainting the words. Callum nodded then shook his head, his desire for a reward being unfairly played off against his need to be good. To be improved. To learn and atone.
"Oh come on now," Master Hayden pressed his words to Callum's neck making him flush and shudder. "When was the last time that you ever saw a pet that could read!?"
"I... I've never seen a pet that could read Master Hayden," Callum whispered. "I'm sor... sorry... umm... pets can't read."
"Good boy!" Master Hayden said, overly cheerful and accompanied by a harsh ruffling of Callum's hair, pushing him awkwardly to one side as he gasped and tried to keep his balance with his hands newly taken back behind him.
"So no, not a book," Callum stood miserably and watched his Master tapping at his own lips with his finger. Callum knew that look. Whatever Master Hayden was pretending to plan had already been decided but he was determined to go through the motions.
"I know!" he said suddenly, clicking his fingers. "I know exactly what a miserable looking pet needs. You need something to chew on. You'd like that wouldn't you. Something nice to chew on and stop you spouting silly little ideas at me."
Callum felt tears pricking at his eyes, threatening to spill over. He hitched in a few breaths to try to stop himself from actively sobbing. He nodded silently, not trusting himself to say anything for fear of crying, of whimpering.
"Heel then," Master Hayden said cheerfully, clicking his fingers again and walking away, laughing at his own joke. Callum sniffed and trailed after his Master, away from the kitchen and into the living room. He didn't wait to be told because he didn't need to be. He went and stood in his place next to the couch and drooped painfully, always painfully, to his knees while his Master went to the sideboard and pulled open a draw. Callum could hear things being shifted around, could hear a shuffling noise. Could hear a quiet clinking sound and then the drawer was slid shut.
"So," Master Hayden said, coming to stand in front of Callum. "Who's my good boy then huh? Is it you? Or are still a wretch?"
"I'm a... I'm... I'm your good boy Master Hayden."
"Are you going to cry?" Callum blinked and took a breath in, preparing to say no until he was betrayed instead by the harsh sob that broke in his throat. By the twin tear tracks that ran down his face.
"Well then," Master Hayden said, holding Callum's muzzle up and swinging it in front of his face. "This delightful little thing can pull double duty. It can give you your little chew toy and shut up your miserable crying. Open wide." Callum opened his mouth, centimetre by trembling centimetre, harsh breath by harsh breath as the muzzle was held closer and closer to his face.
"Always such a slow and stupid boy," Master Hayden sighed, his patience clearly at an end. The muzzle was shoved harshly into Callum's mouth, making him moan into the feeling of the bit between his teeth while the straps were pulled tight and buckled up behind and on top of his head, bringing the leather at the front flush over his face.
"I hope you're thinking your thank yous in there," Master Hayden said, sitting down on the couch next to where Callum was kneeling as Callum nodded frantically and groaned behind the muzzle.
"Good boy," Master Hayden crooned, patting his knee. "Now you just put your head there ok?"
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For the one word prompt - arrogant? Or any variation of it!
Thank you for the ask! Hope you like it!
TW: none really. Just some delicious foreboding and Hayden being creepy.
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Arrogant
Finally it had happened. After all this time waiting for the right face to appear, it had finally popped up in his locality Collection Box. Hayden had walked past the notice board every week in hopes of finding the right one. Because he might need someone to atone, but he wasn't a criminal who was going to resort to kidnapping. Only low life's did that sort of thing and besides, heaven only knew what sort of person he would get by kidnapping.
No. He wanted that sweet, perfect, naive, green eyed little wretch whose picture he'd seen on the notice board. And that dull as dish water AP would be the one to simply hand him over. Hayden had watched him before, sitting on the steps outside the locality Collection Box Office, eating sub sandwiches with a stupid grin on his stupid face like that was all it took to make him happy.
He'd had the paperwork ready for ages. All he needed to do was collect his brand new atonement wretch, date the files, seal the envelope and post it on the way home. Then he and his wretch would be wonderfully hidden in plain sight. It was perfect. Hayden loved perfection. Unstoppable perfection.
Everything would check out. He had no concerns whatsoever about that. When he stepped into the locality office, straightening his tie and trying not to roll his eyes at the thank you cards thumb tacked up on the wall, he took great pleasure in pulling the wool over the APs eyes. The AP had introduced himself as Rory with the poorest excuse for a handshake that Hayden thought he'd ever experienced. Hayden had looked through the file that Rory handed to him. "Callum". As if that mattered.
Hayden had smiled and reassured and been the perfect, kind, concerned Selector. He had pretended to admire the cards on the wall. He had spoken about his desire to do good for such a young BP. And when Rory had asked if he'd like to see him, Hayden had politely said please and thank you. Because manners cost nothing. And when he had finally set eyes on Callum he had smiled and turned to Rory.
"He's perfect," Hayden said. "Thank you so much. I look forward to taking such good care of him."
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For the one word prompt. Breathe. I would like to see Callum and Hayden but I will take any of them. Love your writing!!
Hello dear reader! Firstly thank you for what you said and please know that you've made me blush with writer happiness. Secondly, here's your answer...
TW for rope, choking, asphyxiation, threatening and creepy whumper.
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Breathe
"B... b...breathe?" Callum looked up as he spoke, up from his place on his knees in front of his rules.
"Breathe," Hayden said, looking down at him. "You can do that can't you? Or are you so stupid and slow that you even have trouble doing that?"
"Umm...I...I can do it," Callum whispered.
"Exactly. It's basic stuff," Master Hayden replied, bending to take a length of rope from his tool bag. "Just like you little wretch." Callum watched nervously until his master was out of his line of sight, having gotten a small baton out of the bag too. He jumped ever so slightly at the draping of the rope across his collar bones, loose and tied behind plenty of room to spare.
"You're holding your breath you stupid slow boy," Master Hayden murmured, his lips suddenly close to Callum's ear, his breath hot, mouth slightly grazing Callum's skin.
"S... sorry sorry I'm sorry Master Hayden," Callum said and breathed. Breathed. In and out. Over and over. He carried on breathing when the baton slid across the back of his neck beneath the circle of rope. He breathed when Master Hayden turned the baton once and the rope moved up and over his skin and inched closer to his throat.
He swallowed hard and shook and stopped himself from trying to move his hands where they were bound up behind him where they almost always were as the baton turned again and pulled the rope firmly around his throat.
"Breathe, wretch," Master Hayden whispered into his ear before kissing his constantly bruised temple as he twisted the baton again. "And if you stop, I'll turn this into a white day."
Callum breathed and breathed and breathed. He breathed with every twist of the baton. He breathed until he couldn't anymore.
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Callum's Teddy; A Meta-Analysis on "Haz"
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This was something that I discussed a very long time ago with @untilthepainstarts and I want to share it with you all. It's an insight into how Hayden's mind works. Into just how much planning was put into place while he waited for someone who looked just like Callum to come into his life. It's some bonus content while I'm still writing the next few drabbles.
Contrary to how it may seem, Callum's teddy was never left in the basement by mistake when Hayden was preparing the space. Hayden very rarely does anything that isn't a carefully thought out and calculated move.
No; Hayden placed it in a dark damp corner and let Callum find it. Hayden likes to be prepared. He knows that living in the middle of nowhere can be dangerous and so he's given Callum something to associate with comfort in an otherwise terrible situation. He knows that Callum will cling to it like a lifeline and that Callum will try to hide that fact from him. He also knows that, given enough time, Callum will associate the teddy bear with feeling happy and comforted while in the basement.
Should the worst ever happen to Hayden, he's incredibly confident that Callum will not let that teddy go. That he will hold on to it and think of his Master and his basement and feel comfort. Which we've already seen in 'Callum's Teddy Bear'. Callum wants to keep the teddy and wait for his Master.
And lastly, Hayden is using it as a tool to make Callum feel small and reliant and weak like a child who needs to take a teddy to bed because they're afraid of the dark.
Essentially, Hayden is horrific and calculating.
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Callum; Rule 3
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Have a little spoiler piece everyone!  This is an excerpt for you all of Callum learning the hard way that Friday’s are quiet.  This one might not be.  He’ll probably mess it up.  A lot.  And by probably I mean he WILL mess it up. 
Sorry Callum...I’m feeling the whump today.
“Rule number three,” Hayden said.
“Friday’s are quiet days,” Callum replied instantly, his eyes on his Master, determinedly not looking around the living room from where he knelt next to the couch. 
“Good little wretched pet,” Hayden murmured, beding down to look Callum in the eyes, level with him.  “I’m going to teach you how to be quiet because today is a Friday.”
Callum started to shake.  He didn’t want to but his muscles weren’t listening to what he wanted.  He shuddered under Master Hayden’s gaze.
“When is that bruise ever going to go away hmm?”  Master Hayden said, knocking on Callum’s right temple with his knuckles, rapping it like it was a door.  Callum winced.  It hurt.  It always hurt.
“I’m sorry...” he said.  “I’m sorry it won‘t go ...g...go away.  I...I w...would make it go i...if I could.”
“Stupid creature,” Master Hayden said, standing up.  “What are you going to do hmm?  Use your slow little brain to think it away?”
Callum blinked and knew that he looked slow and stupid.  Knew that he was slow and stupid.  His brain wasn’t working like it used to. How do you make a bruise go away?  Idiot wretch.  Creature.  Wretch.  Wretch.
Wretch.
Pet.
“Hey,” Hayden shouted, the noise bursting in through Callum’s thoughts and in through his mind and in through his brain until it rang like a bell.  He flinched.  “Get up.  You’ve got a lesson to learn.”
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attic + Hayden & Callum
Attic
TW creepy whumper, pet whump, dehumanisation
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"It's a pity really," Master Hayden remarked from where he was sitting on the couch. Callum kept still, kneeling and with his head in his Master's lap, as his Master's fingers combed through his hair. Over and over, front to back. It was soothing and Callum loved being allowed to sit this way. Because this way, he knew that he'd atoned. He knew that he'd been made unashamed and that Master Hayden can stand to be around him. Can stand to touch him. He didn't dare move though. He waited for more. Or for instruction. He knew that he hadn't got it wrong when Master Hayden's fingers continued their rhythm.
"Would you like to know what's a pity little pet?" Master Hayden asked, gently taking hold of a fist full of hair to pull Callum's head up off his lap. To force his eye contact.
"Yes please Master Hayden," Callum said quietly. His head was pushed back down and he went with the motion.
"This house doesn't really have any attic space. Or nothing useable at any rate."
Callum stayed silent as Master Hayden's fingers slid back into his hair.
"And you've been such a good pet lately,"
"Thank you Master Hayden," Callum whispered every so softly.
"See?" Master Hayden said, pressing his fingertips down on Callum's scalp. "Good pet. Good little pet. And keeping you in your basement must confuse you so much. Because you are still very stupid and slow. And strictly speaking, the basement is for my little wretch isn't it."
"Yes Master Hayden," Callum whispered. His chest felt hollow. His feet had gone cold. After all this time desperately hoping to be allowed to sleep upstairs, the thought of leaving his teddy down there alone terrified him. The thought of not being able to hug it and take comfort in its non judgemental softness after a day with Master Hayden was unbearable.
"Well," Master Hayden sighed the word out. "We'll just have to make do with what we've got I suppose. And you can be quite amusing when you're all confused. Good little pet."
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Soon Callum...Soon...
I, by which I mean Master Hayden, will start to realise that Callum has his uses about the house.
And then I, by which I mean Master Hayden, will start Callum's transition from useless atone-wretch to useful pet who'd better watch his damn manners and not be clumsy.
Which could be hard if your wrists are still cuffed together.
Just saying.
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🔺For Hayden, what was your favorite/least favorite part of “teaching” Callum? And for Callum, what’s your favorite/least favorite part of Haydn teaching you?
3/10 from Hayden because he's happy to answer but hates that some parts took more work than others.
I'm going to start with my least favourite part. The boy is slow and ungrateful. He's getting better but he can be so so slow. So so ungrateful. I gave him my rules. A fairly standard number; only ten. It's not like I was going out of my way to confuse him. But how he took so long to learn simple manners really beggars belief. It's basic. I take your muzzle off? You better damn well thank me.
My favourite part? Oh I have so many. I waited a long time for someone with his face. And what to my wandering eyes should appear!? That perfect face for free in my locality Collection Box. And the look on that face when he has been through his shame and come out the other side. When he has atoned. When he's no longer in shame. When he's made another wrong into a right. It's perfect. So I suppose my favourite part is his unashamed gratitude for everything that I inflict upon him. Sweet sweet boy.
8/10 for Callum. He is terrified that Master Hayden will think he's ungrateful but he wants to answer you because he's grateful that you asked him a question.
My favourite part is when I'm allowed outside. Master Hayden takes me out sometimes and I remember how beautiful it is here. Sometimes I see a butterfly, they're pretty, and watch it fly away....
My least favourite part is...umm...I don't. It's not a least as such? I... I'm very grateful you know. But...oh god...I want to tell you but...pl... please don't tell Master Hayden...please. I...I...I hate being in a different room to my teddy...
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Say Hayden. Hasn't Callum atoned enough already?
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Can I ask for "their fashion sense" and "how they sleep" for Rory and Callum (and Hayden if you want to throw him in, but only if you want to)
Hi!!!
Ok. So let's be honest. Calling what my boys have, fashion "sense" would be a bit of a stretch!
Callum likes to wear layers, because only wearing shorts and the occasional t-shirt for three years has made him appreciate the safe feel of multiple layers. But he tends not to notice if the colours or the patterns clash. When he qualifies as a doctor, it's one of the things that his patients find very endearing about him. He had one elderly gentleman patient who nicknamed him "The Clash" because of it. He also really likes long coats and has no reason why!
Rory likes... his clothes. He's had them for years and they fit. They're comfortable. He's a jeans and tshirt man through and through. That said, if it's been a long day he'll wrap up in a woolly cardigan and put his glasses on because his eyes are tired and he'll wear slippers instead if going barefoot. Callum finds this transition to old man Rory hilarious.
Hayden likes suits. He didn't always but the older he got, the more he appreciated them. He likes well polished shoes. If he's dressing casually it's neat trousers, a neat long sleeved top and some loafers. He always dresses casually for quiet Friday's because he wants to be comfortable. So Callum damn well better not mess it up.
Sleeping? I've done a meta on Callum sleeping which darn near tore my soul out!!! But Callum sleeps best in with Rory. It's not always enough to stop the nightmares. Or the positioning of his hands behind his back. But at least if he wakes in a panic, Rory is with him. He's not alone in his basement or knelt with his head on Master Hayden's lap.
Rory sleeps so much worse since bringing Callum home. He's beset with regret and what ifs. He watches Callum sleep and worries about every noise he makes. He watches for signs of nightmares. He holds on to him. He lets Callum cover himself in blankets them kick them off through the night while they all land on top of him. But truthfully? He hates it when Callum tries sleeping in his own room. Rory sleeps better on those nights. But he hates it.
Hayden sleeps very well knowing that his atonement wretch has spent a good day suffering and in pain. It's better than any sleeping pill. It stops him having nightmares about Lydia. He can drift happily off to the memory of his little creature's screams and crying and apologies and his damn desperation to be made perfect. It's beautiful.
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whump-it · 4 years
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Writing writing writing...
Callum; Black and Blue Part 2 is coming along a treat! Not for Callum though. Master Hayden's having fun mind you.
Anyone fancy a little excerpt? Let me know!!!
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