#institutionalized slavery tw
At random, whenever they strike me, have some little bits of whump.
CW: PET WHUMP, BBU
AU: Riley, a big tough Guard Dog “box boy” captive, inherited or caught and sold, not back to WRU, but into a black market for underground “Dog” fights.
Picture him kneeling in a darkened cell, muzzled, chained wrists above his head so he can’t lie down. They’ll leave him like that, depriving him of sleep to wear him down before they go in to teach him his place and his new role.
The Fighter [Contains 18+ content, slavery, see TWs below]
Summary: The system had started as a way to curb crime in the mid 2030s. Prisoners had been given the option to join the contracted worker system (slavery – but no one dared call it that), and years would be taken off of their sentences. Power leads to corruption leads to more power leads to more corruption. Ten years in, coercion was readily used to force criminals into the system. Twenty years in, rights started being stripped. Now, within a 60 year old system that has expanded beyond anyone’s control, a U.S. Senator finds himself holding the contract of the favorite worker of one of the most powerful men in the country.
The Fighter (Luke & Leo):
- You Can Help Him
- Luke Visits Leo
- Leo Comes Home
- The Doctor
- Leo Gets Sick
- Leo and Luke Talk
- Bathtub*
- A Hand Carding Through his Hair*
- This One is For You*
- Christmas Lights*
- Sometimes
- 28 Hours
- Get Out of the Car
- You Didn’t do Anything Wrong
- Please Don’t Let Go of Me*
- Bring Me the Collar, Leo
Before Luke (Darker/More Graphic individual Leo Stories):
- It Looks Good on You (initial training)
- Emergency Disciplinary Form (noncon touch) (initial training)
- The First Time Leo Cried on Christmas (initial training)
- He’s a Fighter (18+, noncon)(Parker)
- The Second Time Leo Cried on Christmas (18+, noncon)(Parker)
- The Third Time Leo Cried on Christmas (belt)(West)
- What Can You Tell Me About Leo Evans (after West)
- You’ve Been Selected for a Demo (whipping) (after West)
- A Small Mercy (directly follows whipping scene)
- Waking Up in a Strange Place (after Ivan)
- It Doesn’t Hurt, So It’s Fine(18+, noncon) (after Ivan)
Notes:Leo’s buyers (in order) are Kylie Smith, Parker Destin, West Peterson, Ivan Petrov, Luke Bennett. Some artistic liberties taken with American politics + medicine.
Trigger Warnings: 18+. slavery, noncon, dehumanization, restraints, forced medical trauma (a fuck ton of medical whump because I am who I am), violence, emeto & emeto references, tube feeding & eating issues, needles, whipping, electrocution, conditioning, starvation, abusive relationships. Please check individual chapter TWs.
Extras:
This is a series! Masterlist here!
This chapter is another Flashback so if you want to read only the “current” storyline you can skip this, it just adds context.
Content: Box Boy Whump, BBU, dehumanization, domestic abuse, victim blaming, conditioned behavior, shock collar, alcohol mention
Riley had spent a busy night fielding drunks at the Diamond nightclub away from Mr. James. Usually he did this by getting in their way and steering them along to one side, but sometimes, like tonight, someone actually tried to start trouble. Mr. James was the kind of man who occasionally made enemies, or found himself resented by lesser businessmen and their cronies.
The sight of a huge Guard Dog pet in his studded collar and black leather motorcycle jacket, looking like a particularly young and restless Hell’s Angel, was enough to make people think twice about trying to take a swing at Curtis James. Well, most people. Every so often, someone was angry, and drunk enough to be stupid.
With acknowledgements to @fairybean101 who helped me figure out how to write fluff.
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TWs: food, fever. Institutionalized slavery implied by the existence of Box Boys. This is almost entirely 2k of pure fluff.
It had been partly cloudy when they’d reached the college campus, but by the time they finally left the Liberal Arts and Lit building, it was starting to plop those warning raindrops that come ahead of a real downpour.
“Oh, crap!” Alice patted the sides of her wheelchair. “Of course it rains and I forgot to put my rain poncho back in the pockets! Argh!”
David stopped pushing the wheelchair for a moment and took off his jacket, draping it over her head and around her shoulders like a hood. “We’re still halfway across the campus from the car.”
“I can’t take your jacket, you’ll get wet!”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m washable. Can you hang on to the armrests? I… think we better run,” he said glancing over his shoulder at the oncoming rain falling in sheets.
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TW: chronic illness, Institutionalized slavery, fainting, dehumanization (real and joking), brainwashing
Alice hadn’t meant to. She really did not need looking after by an eager… “pet”. But she should have remembered her own body often didn’t leave her choices, and of course, it was only a matter of time before some stupid thing happened while he was around to see.
This is a Box Boy universe series, Masterlist Here
For this series, the more graphic flashbacks to things that happened during captivity will be separate as their own chapters so people who don’t want to read those can skip them and still get the Recovery Plotline. I hope to manage this!
This is a Flashback, and you can skip it and not lose plot info, I think, but it shows some of Riley’s old life.More is implied than said outright-no explicit content.
TW: Institutionalized slavery, Box boy whump, pet whump, dehumanization, alcohol, gun threat mention, robbery at gunpoint mention, sexual innuendo, sexualized situation with fingers in mouth implying things, noncon touch, future noncon implied
The Diamond was a well known city hotspot for nightclub entertainment. When there wasn’t live music, they had the best DJs playing top US hits and new imported beats on the thumping sound system. The drinks were excellent, the doormen strict. If you weren’t in the In Crowd, didn’t know the right people, or at least have the right looks, you didn’t get in.
Only a very privileged few, however, could access the upstairs rooms. At a glance it looked like just a dark utility hallway for reaching the sound wiring and storing old lighting rigs. Hidden behind sound-dulling black felt panels were private rooms that Curtis James, owner of the Diamond, kept for his best clients and his personal friends. Tonight, for example, was poker night.
Masterlist for this series is here
no editing we die like men
TW: Chronic illness frustrations, fainting, food, institutionalized slavery.
Alice awoke in pain. It ached, everything ached like being hit by a bus. Her whole body felt like something had impacted all of her at once and left her behind as it roared on by. She swore under her breath. Meds. She had to take her meds before the day got too far along.
Am I the only one who’s tired of seeing bad liars in media like anime, manga, and webtoons? Like I get its usually done for comedic effect or to let the reader know, but honestly it’s so tiring at this point.
Give me a character that can lie with a straight face and smile. Give me a character that can bluff super well about stuff they didn’t even find out till just seconds before. Give me a character that can’t act for shit but can make up a lie so well even they’re a bit surprised. Give me a character that DOESNT LIE AT ALL but skirts around the actual truth all the time. And finally give me a character that doesn’t feel guilty for their ability to lie, because to them that’s just how they learned to protect themselves (or some other reason).
Yves is such a habitual liar it’s actually hard to get the straight truth out of him on some subjects- his entire life has been about skirting things that aren’t “suitable topics” or avoiding saying certain things. He can be a master of obfuscation.
Lies Yves has told repeatedly:
“I’m quite certain.”
“Everything will be fine.”
“There’s nothing worth bothering about here.”
“Nothing for you to worry about.”
“No, it’s no trouble at all.“
“We’re happy to help in any way we can.”
“I understand Sir.”
“It’ll be done, Miss.”
“No, it barely left a mark.”
“I’m quite alright.”
“Doesn’t even sting anymore.”
“I’m not tired yet, you get some sleep.”
“I accept your decision, then.”
“I will do as I am ordered Sir.”
“No I haven’t seen them all day, Sir. Don’t know where they might be.”
“I am merely a servant of this house.”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
And the worst and most common:
“I’m fine.”
