#this poor boy
I want to hug him your honour
Correction:
I NEED to hug him your honour! Give this poor boy as many hugs as possible, look at him and how much he needs them!!
Carrot Top 48- Your New Friend
I’m excited for this chapter- I’ve had this idea rooting around in my head for a while now. It’s sort of inspired by @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi’s machine in their tools series, and Febuwhump day 22: restrained. Chapter 47.Masterlist.
CW: broken ankles, mention of old wounds, chains, restraints, suspension, noncon touching (not sexual, just creepy), manhandling, medical whump, intubation, loss of bodily autonomy, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee. There’s kind of a lot going on in this so let me know if I should tag anything else.
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His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. They blinked away old tears and blurred sight as he focused on a spot just to the left of the bright lights.
He could hear the clattering of metal. Splice had been fiddling with something across the room. And Andrew had been chained down far too many times to recognize what they sounded like.
The smell of dried blood and sweat was overpowered by that of chemicals- and he could taste them through the air in the back of his throat. His mouth hung open slightly- sort of panting to enable room for more breath, but his lips and tongue remained dry and sticky.
There was the coolness of the ground against his bare skin. It pressed against his back- against the old welts along his legs and the bruises bubbling underneath his skin.
Andrew had literally been crushed- burned- whipped- carved open-
What was a couple broken bones and sprained tissue compared to all that?
Andrew let his eyes droop closed. He could feel his heartbeat throbbing down in his ankles- pulsing with the blood in the already-swelling limbs. Nevermind that the rest of his body still ached- that he was bruised- that was nothing compared to feeling his bones shifting underneath the skin from where they were supposed to be. He felt like his skin would burst any moment from the stabbing ache of the pain.
Splice was fiddling with something across the room. From where Andrew lay he could see chains- cuffs, pieces of metal- random equipment. All lying about on the floor, or laid out carefully on a small, rolling cart.
“Well- I’m just about ready.”
The man had been “getting ready” for probably an hour or two now. But Andrew had no idea what that meant.
“Ready for- for what.” He asked- the words coming through between bursts of pain.
“For the next phase of my plan. You see, that’s why I took a little break from you. I was getting this ready.”
“What- what is it?”
The men stepped to the side- Andrew winced as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. It looked like- it barely looked like anything.
“This is- hmm, well it’s, it’s a system I guess.” Splice stated. He paced around whatever the contraption was, as if staring at it more would help him explain it better. “A system of carefully planned equipment- for the main purpose of dependence. Complete and total dependence.”
“De- dependence?”
Andrew did not like the sound of that. He tried to shuffle closer to get a better look.
There was a series of chains- he counted- six of them in total, hanging from the ceiling. Three small platforms were bolted into the ground- nearly evenly spaced apart. They barely looked big enough for anything- just a thin rod, coming about waist height, with maybe a six inch square on the top. There was a drain underneath everything in the floor- a monitor to the side with a display- connected to the wall- and a few other smaller machines that were scattered about. From his position on the floor he couldn’t quite see all the things that were set on the cart- but he highly doubted it was food- or water- or clothes- or some other thing that would lessen his humiliation.
“Well come on.” Splice demanded. “Let’s try it out.”
Andrew looked down towards his feet- and then stared back at the man from across the room.
“Damn. I didn’t realize how inconvenient this would be.”
“I’m the one with my ankles broken.” Andrew spat. His comment was met with a slap across the face- sending him crashing into his shoulder on the floor. The stinging on his face was quickly drowned out by everything else as the man grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him across the room.
Andrew choked back on the pain- trying to breath through the shuddering gasps and the flares of agony. He felt the familiar end of a knife against his lips- and opened his eyes to see the man holding it out in front of him.
“You will learn to hold your tongue- or I will cut it out for you.”
Andrew swallowed- fury and rage bubbling inside of him like the fire coursing through his legs.
“I thought you liked me defiant.”
Splice took a step back- ignoring the comment and proceeded to grab some things about the room.
“It’s much more of an inconvenience now.”
Andrew felt cold metal lock around his wrists- far too tight to be comfortable, but not enough to cut off circulation. They seemed slightly padded too. Clearly the man intended him to be in these for a while.
“You will learn your place.”
Andrew let out a squeal- letting it die to hiss between his teeth as similar metal cuffs were locked around his swollen ankles. They were tighter than they should’ve been- causing the bruised skin to bubble around the metal like a blister wanting to pop.
He gasped out between breaths as the pain settled down once more, and then flinched with a shiver as cold hands crept around his waist- behind his back and near his stomach. Another band- sitting low against his hips. The man fiddled with it a little as he tried to get it to close but something wasn’t working.
“Did you gain weight?” The man asked in disbelief.
“Considering I actually had people encouraging me to eat, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“Hmm.”
Andrew grunted as his body was manhandled- hips turned to the side as the man struggled with the band. He knelt over the boy and Andrew closed his eyes- trying to imagine any different scenario than the one he was in. He let his mind wander- trailing off- and becoming distant- until he heard chains rattling above him.
He opened his eyes and watched as the man lowered them from the ceiling. They seemed to act like curtain blinds- extending when you pulled down on them- but then locking once they were raised.
It didn’t take long for Andrew to put the puzzle pieces together of what this whole contraption was. Six chains- six metal bands- including the one on his collar.
Andrew was correct in his assumption as each one of the chains pulled down to connect to the certain points of his body. They were nearly identical- except for the one around his waist- the chain branched out into two separate ones- connecting on the sides of his hips before forming back into one up to the ceiling.
He clenched his teeth behind a whimper as a chain was connected to the metal collar. He could feel the prongs digging deeper into his skin as his neck was pulled from the floor.
Splice laughed- the sound bouncing off the walls of the room as he stepped away- moving to the large monitor near the wall. Andrew’s eyes followed him desperately.
“Oh Andy- we’re only just getting started.”
And he felt his body begin to rise in the air.
Instant panic rushed through his chest as he felt his limbs being pulled in all sorts of directions. The flurry of butterflies that settled in his stomach as he completely separated from the ground was only drowned out by his own weight dragging down on his ankles.
His arms were pulled apart- stretched out in a t formation- the rest of him a straight line suspended above the ground.
Splice paced around the boy- running cold fingers along his ribs- down his arms- watching as shivers and goosebumps broke out across his skin. He chuckled to himself as Andrew tried to steady himself behind an uncontrolled whimper.
No wonder Splice had been gone for weeks- this seemed carefully designed and thought out. He didn’t sway- he didn’t really even feel unbalanced- everything was perfectly calculated to his weight, height, and measurements.
It terrified Andrew to realize exactly how much control the man had over him now.
“You see- my favorite part about this little contraption here, is it enables me to access you from all sides.”
Andrew flinched as a cold hand pressed against the small of his back. He was hanging just slightly above the man’s waist- and kept his eyes focused on the ceiling above him as hands trailed across his skin.
“Don- don’t touch me-” He murmured. It was small- and pathetic, but it was all he could do to make himself feel slightly better about the situation.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” The man stated. Andrew’s mouth gaped open- his head lolling backwards in a whine as a hand closed around his ankle. “I’m not the one in chains.”
He felt himself lowered slightly- until he felt his skin brushing against the small platforms- one at the base of his head just right above the collar- another at the small of his back, and the third one near his calves and ankles.
Andrew realized he had no choice except to let his body go limp as Splice continued setting everything up.
“How does it feel? Everything seem pretty stable?”
Andrew responded with a groan as the aches flared up in his body.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
There was a pressure around his bicep followed by a pinprick in his arm and he closed his eyes tight as he felt a needle slide inside his veins. Splice walked around him carefully- tracing a finger along his skin- and soon after there was another pinprick- a pressure and weight- and a small whimper at the thought of what could now be entered into his system.
Small patches were stuck across his chest- leading to cords and wires- monitors and screens. Ensuring Splice could make sure everything went smoothly.
Out of the corner of his eye Andrew could see another round circle of metal. This one had many wires coming from the sides- like antennae on an ant. Splice locked it around Andrew’s head, settling it in his hair and went back to the screen.
He hummed in disappointment, fiddled with a few things, and looked back at the monitor.
“That’s odd- it should be reading things just fine, but I’m not getting any strong brain waves.”
Andrew’s eyes darted to the man, and then closed tightly once more as hands came near his face.
The device was lifted off and set aside, and the man began to card his hands through Andrew’s hair. It was a curly mess- thick and unruly, but was arguably his best- or at least most noticeable feature. He had been growing it out and it hung well around his shoulders- leaving a thick crown of protection between his skull and his curls.
Splice chuckled as he watched Andrew’s face scrunch up at the intimate touch.
The boy’s heart began to pound as he heard the familiar click of the man’s knife being unsheathed. Andrew’s eyes shot open- trying to see what was about to happen.
Before Andrew could protest the knife hacked through the locks of hair without a second thought. Splice grabbed a fistful- carved through the curls, and let the chunks fall to the floor in a pile.
Andrew knew there was no use pleading or begging. Splice was going to get his way- and it was better if Andrew just let him do it. After all, there wasn’t going to be anyone else seeing him anymore, so what did it matter if he was missing chunks of hair?
Tears slid down from the sides of his face as he felt locks being hacked away and dropped in a pile. He tried to control his breathing once more but the sobs came through anyways in hiccuped breaths.
“Aww- don’t worry, it’s just hair.” Splice waved a chunk of it in front of the boy’s face- he tried to turn away. “It’ll grow back.”
“I hate you-” Andrew sobbed.
“It’s only necessary. You’ll learn to appreciate it later.” Andrew winced as another chunk was pulled tight and lopped off. “You’re lucky I didn’t shave you bald- your hair is one of your best features after all. Even if it has lost all of it’s color.”
When the man was done he trailed his fingers through what remained. It was uneven- messy, but it did what it was supposed to as the device finally worked correctly.
“We’re almost done.” The man cooed- trailing his fingers around the curve of the boys face. His pointer finger rested on Andrew’s lips carefully prying them apart. “Open up.” He ordered.
A large, funnel-shaped piece of plastic was placed inside his jaw. It wedged behind his teeth, pressing his tongue down and keeping his lips spread.
“This is the important part so I need you to hold still.”
It’s not like Andrew had much of a choice- but he tried to calm his shaking limbs as his head was arched backwards.
Andrew couldn’t have described the feeling of what happened next, even if he wanted to.
Something slid down his throat- a tube- feeling slimy and rough as he choked. His body knew this was wrong- it was telling him that it wasn’t supposed to be there- but there was nothing he could do. Splice fiddled with the tube- connecting it to the guard in his mouth and grabbed another tool- something that looked to be a long thing string of metal. Like the drain snakes with the claw on the end to pull hair out of the bathtub.
It had some weird contraption at the end that Andrew couldn’t make out.
“You can breathe- you’re alright.” The man reassured.
It took Andrew a second to realize that yes- he could still breathe. The air hissed raspy through his throat but his lungs still pumped just fine.
“Now- it is very vital that you continue breathing just as you should. Just stay relaxed, and breathe deep.” The man leaned down, holding the object a few inches from Andrew’s face as he whispered in his ear. “If you don’t, this is bound to hurt a lot worse.”
Andrew whimpered, and sent all the signals he could- closed his eyes tight and tried his best to breathe steady- ignoring whatever the man was going to do with his body next.
He felt the pressure going down his throat, inside the tube until it came out at the bottom inside of his chest.
Feeling something moving where it shouldn’t is indescribable.
Worse than feeling your broken bones shift underneath your skin. Worse than being cut open- lying awake with your insides exposed to the world- (at least that time he had been hyped up on a slew of drugs). This was far worse.
He felt the end of the tool- the end of something- wiggling around as the man bent over him, watching the screen.
Finally there was a burning sensation across his lungs. It was like they were being grabbed from the inside and lit on fire- or crushed in someone’s hand.
He found that he couldn’t scream.
As much as his heart began to pound- he was surprised that his breathing became normal.
Panic flooded all his senses and his lungs wanted to beat in time with his heart, but something wouldn’t allow them. He could barely cry or gasp- any attempt sent the same- crushing pain- coursing inside of him- and his breathing would soon returned to steady.
“Oh, I’m sure it feels a little strange for now, but you’ll get used to it.”
Andrew’s eyes darted to the man- as if pleading for an answer.
Splice spoke as he worked- his hands moving quickly around the boy.
“The machine is essentially breathing for you. The monitors and other machines will regulate everything else. Your body temperature- your nutrition- etc. It will keep you alive- so I can perform the experiments I need to.”
Andrew’s eyes clenched tight as the pain burst through him again- his breathing quickly slowing back down. Splice completed the ensemble with a guard over his face- covering his nose and mouth- the tubes threaded through the middle.
“I’ll administer some drugs and fluids, and then give you a few hours alone to get adjusted before we continue with what I have planned.”
The man carded his fingers gently through Andrew’s hair as he began inserting the drugs into the iv. The boy’s eyes stared up with a crushing amount of fear- and desperation. Unable to move- unable to breathe on his own. They were welled with tears that leaked from his face- but no sobs came through.
He closed his eyes once more- trying to relax into the submission the machine was demanding from him as the man walked out of the room, turning off the lights and leaving Andrew alone in the dark.
“Enjoy your new friend.”
And then there was nothing but the beeping of the machines- and the pounding of his own heart.
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