Flower Boy 4- Number 326

Update- this series is now called Flower Boy. (We’ll figure out why later, I promise it’ll make sense.) Direct sequel to these pieces here. 1.2.3.

CW: manhandling, restraints, branding, gagged.

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“Position one- now.” 

The order was barked before Jeremy had time to realize the man had entered his room. No- not his room- his cell. He was curled up on the cot- his back to the door and he hadn’t heard the man enter. The lights had shut off at some point, and he assumed that meant it was time for sleep. 

His night had been full of restlessness- pain- and nightmares. Tossing and turning on the uncomfortable cot- shaking- trying to pull himself away from this hell.

But as the lights clicked on brightly and the man barked the order at him- Jeremy was painfully reminded of his situation.

He pulled himself to sitting- rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes.

What had the man asked?

“I- I’m sorry- what?”

A backhand to the side of his face was the answer. He grumbled as he slammed back against the wall.

“Position one.”

His mind raced to the day prior- the four positions. His roommate was sitting up on his cot- as if awaiting his orders- perfectly still- head down on his chest.

Was that one on his knees, or standing?

He had been running through the positions in his mind. One and two were on knees- three and four were standing up.

The man was growing impatient so Jeremy quickly pulled himself to the floor- settling on his knees on the cold ground. He glanced at his wrists- the leather cuffs still locked tightly in place- and held them out- tilting his head towards the ground. 

“Ah, you remembered.”

Jeremy didn’t have time to pull away as his wrists were grabbed and the cuffs locked together. The man pulled them away from where the boy wanted to keep them close and chained them to a ring in the floor.

“On your stomach.” 

Jeremy glanced around- trying to get some hint of what was going to happen.

“What are- what are you going to do?”

“Now.” The man demanded- ignoring the question.

Jeremy slowly followed the pull of his arms- until he lay flat on his stomach on the floor. He felt hands along his body- stretching his arms tight above his head. Something wound around his ankles- tying them to the floor as well. Panic started racing in the boy’s chest as he tried to move. 

“What’s going on? Please- I-”

He gasped as his hair was yanked backwards- his mouth gaping open.

Something cold and hard was shoved into his mouth- and then tied around the back of his head. 

“I suggest you bite down on that.”

The boy grumbled behind the rubber bit in his mouth- squirming and wiggling about frantically. His eyes met the older man’s, curled up on the other cot. He turned away towards the wall- avoiding the boy’s gaze.

“Let’s see- ah, number 326.” The man picked up an object just outside of the boy’s view. “Hold still.” 

Jeremy could feel the terror coursing through him- chills running down his spine. His stomach churned and he flinched as he felt a hand on the back of his neck- pulling the sleeve of his tanktop to the side. 

And then there was pain- dull at first- and then blinding- white hot, coursing into the back of his shoulder. 

Jeremy bit down on the gag immediately- his teeth grinding into the rubber. But it grew too much to bear and he soon found himself screaming. As soon as the object was pulled away it clattered to the floor in front of him. Through his tears and his blurry vision from the pain he could barely make out the number ‘three’, welded onto the end of a metal rod. It was glowing ever so slightly- and Jeremy wanted to puke. 

He desperately tried to scramble away- his wrists tugging at the chains- his body thrashing about. 

The number three- ‘326’ the man had said. The other man had been called number twelve… they were- they were brandinghim. 

Jeremy was shrieking in terror long before the second number pressed white-hot into his skin. 

“Hold still, dammit.” The man grumbled. 

Jeremy thrashed about- crying and screaming. The Handler pressed the metal rod further into his back- putting more weight into it to steady the boy- and then climbed onto his back- straddling the boy’s hips. He pressed one hand to the back of his neck, the other holding the branding iron. 

When he pulled it away the boy choked back a strangled sob. The skin was already red and blistering- the numbers showing stark against the rest of the skin. 

“One more.” The man stated.

Jeremy shook his head- tears streaming into the floor as he was held in place. When the final number lit up into his skin it was too much for him to even scream. His mouth hung open around the bit in silence- his throat tensing up and his eyes wide. 

Finally the breath shot its way through with a strangled whine. Jeremy’s whole body shuddered and spasms as the pain tore through him. 

After a few agonizing moments the man pulled away and climbed off of the boy. 

The whole process had taken less than two minutes. But for Jeremy- those were the most painful two minutes of his life- so far.

The handler unchained his wrists and ankles and tossed a towel to prisoner twelve on his cot.

“Clean him up for me, will you?”

And he left the boy shaking on the floor. 

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Part 3- Prisoner Twelve

A new chapter! This wip will have a title and a masterlist soon, I promise. This is a continuation of my Ski Trip post from Febuwhump, and “Call Me Sir”- featuring my whumpee, Jeremy. Part 1-Part 2

CW: conditioned whumpee, manhandling, restraints, condescending whumper, multiple whumpees.

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There was noise outside the room. 

He could hear two sets of footsteps, followed by the door unlocking, and a few more figures stepping into the room. 

Jeremy stared across the room at the other guard, or ‘handler’ as they were called. He was a tall, lanky man, who’s hands fell near his knees. He was slouched over, but even so he towered above the prisoner at his side.

The prisoner, or Jeremy’s roommate was wearing the same gray cotton shorts and tanktop. He had the same leather cuffs on his wrists, though they were connected to each other by a clip. The man detached it, and the prisoner let his hands fall to his sides.

Their eyes met across the room- before the other man turned his head away. He didn’t move, and stayed perfectly still where he had been left standing. 

“I see you got him all situated.” 

“He was a little shit about it, but we got there eventually.” Jeremy’s handler stated.

The other handler laughed. “They usually are at first.” He gave the older man a shove to his back and he stumbled forward, remaining silent. “Here’s this one for you. Just got back from the chair so he’s probably a little sluggish.”

Jeremy noticed the man swayed ever so slightly where he stood on his feet, and his eyes were distant as he stared across the room. His face was pale- and his hair hung shaggy and thin around his shoulders- graying ever so slightly at the roots, and in the stubble of his beard. He’d clearly been here a while.

“Have fun.” And the man’s handler left the room. 

Jeremy stood on one side of the room, his new roommate on the other, and his handler in between the two of them. 

“Well, meet your roommate.” Jeremy’s handler motioned to the older man who continued to stand in a painful silence. “Come on now, get to your feet.” Jeremy stared up at the man- not fully comprehending the order. “Stand up.” He demanded. 

When the boy didn’t move quite fast enough his hair was grabbed and he was yanked to his feet. Jeremy staggered slightly before leaning back on the wall for support. 

“It looks like someone needs a lesson in obedience.” Jeremy fiddled with the leather cuffs around his wrists, twisting them and rubbing at the skin underneath. The man smacked his hands away and Jeremy dropped them to his sides, before wrapping his arms around himself. He was still freezing.

“There are four positions you will be taught. And you will remember these, to the point they become an instinct. There are also responses and phrases, but those we can address later. For now, a demonstration.” 

The handler pulled Jeremy away from the wall until he was standing more in the center of the room, across from the older man. The man stood behind Jeremy, and he grabbed the boy’s wrists, pulling them tight behind his back and holding them in place. 

“These positions are for everyone’s convenience, so it’s important there’s no hesitation.” His voice shifted almost instantly as he spoke next- like he was barking orders- or a pre-programmed recording. “Number 12- position one.” 

At the sound the man’s head snapped up from where it had lolled to the side. 

In what seemed like an instant the man had dropped to his knees. He sat back on his heels and held his wrists out in front of him, palms facing each other, and tucked his chin down to his chest. 

“Copy him.” The handler demanded. 

Jeremy tried to squirm out of the man’s grasp. 

“No- I- I’m not doing that- I-” He was cut off by a backhand that sent him crashing to the floor. 

“Position one- now.” The demand in the man’s voice sent a chill down his spine, but the rest of his body wouldn’t cooperate. He whined as he cradled the side of his face, trying to pull himself back to his feet. 

His roommate hadn’t moved a muscle other than to breathe. Even that was silent and nearly still. 

Jeremy gasped as his hair was wrenched back, neck screaming in pain. 

“Don’t make me ask again.” 

Jeremy fell to his hands and knees as he was released and glanced over at the older man. He sighed, he had no choice. 

The boy sat back onto his heels, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t feel so awkward, and that didn’t cramp up the aches in his bones even worse. 

Shakily, he managed to hold up his wrists- copying the same manner the other man had. He glanced up at his handler- looking for approval. His head was shoved forward into his chest and he held still as the man stepped away- staring down into the ground. 

“12-” the man barked. “Position 2.”

Jeremy watched out of the corner of his eye as the man rose higher on his knees and moved his arms behind his back, tilting his neck backwards until his face was level with the ceiling. His eyes lay closed. 

“Copy.” He demanded. 

Jeremy shakily rose higher on his knees, and put his arms behind his back. He winced out as his wrists were tugged sharply- until they were positioned at just the right angle. 

His palms were pressed flush together, elbows near his hips, and his hands rested right in between his shoulderblades, lining up neatly against his spine. Jeremy hissed out in discomfort as he shuffled, and once again his hair was yanked- pulling his neck backwards until it created a beautiful arch. 

“Ow- it- it”

“Oh I know it hurts.” The handler teased. “It’s not supposed to be easy.” He chuckled as Jeremy squirmed, trying to get some relief. 

“Position three.” The man demanded. 

Number 12 shakily rose to his feet, placing his feet and knees together, and crossed his wrists in front of his chest, holding them out flat above the ground in an x. He kept his chin tilted towards the ceiling.

Jeremy stared in fear, and disgust as this man was puppeted in front of him. 

“Come on, you’re halfway there. Copy him.” 

Jeremy finally managed to climb his way to his feet, feeling unsteady as his toes brushed the cold, cement floor. His wrists shook as he held them out- like a sacrificial offering, and he whimpered slightly at the strain on his neck from staring straight up. 

“There we go, see this isn’t so hard.” He kicked the side of the boy’s foot until they stood together, leaving him even more off balance. “Finally, number 4. 12- position 4, now.” 

The man swiftly stepped his feet apart, and placed his hands behind his back. As if he was standing at attention waiting for release. Jeremy followed- not wanting to risk what would happen if he disobeyed again. The position was finished with his chin dipping towards his chest.

The handler nodded in response, and released the older man from his position. The prisoner nodded his head in a thank you, but didn’t speak a word as his arms relaxed back by his side.

“I expect you to have these positions memorized by the next time I test you. Repetitions, and reminders, will not be tolerated- do you understand?”

Jeremy nodded- staring at the older man across the room. He heard a sigh from his handler- and saw his body shift- arms folding across his chest.

“Yes- yes sir.” He quickly corrected himself. The man nodded, and finished collecting the items he had brought into the room. 

“You’re meals will be brought to you twice a day- and you are expected to eat. We won’t accept any starvation protests- if you attempt any we’ll just be forced to give you your food in other ways, understand?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Once all the basic tests and intake procedures are performed these next few days we’ll figure out your routine, your placement, duties, etc.” Jeremy flinched back as the man gripped underneath the boy’s chin, staring him down. A shiver ran up his spine. “For now- be on your best behavior, and I won’t be needing any discipline training, understand?” 

Jeremy nodded in silence- and winced as his throat was grabbed. 

“Yes sir-” 

“Good.” The man let go of the boy and he stepped back with a small gasp. “Don’t forget that one- it’s the easiest rule to follow.” 

The man stepped out of the room and locked the door behind him. As soon as he was gone Jeremy collapsed to the floor.

He pulled himself against the side of the cot- tucked his knees up to his chest- and sobbed. 

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