#hhhhhhhello Chuuya drugging you and making you sit on a dog bed beneath his desk wirh his cock in your mouth for hours

[kaeyx]

pm boss chuuya purposely tying the chains around your ankles that smallest bit too tight to the point they leave indents and cut off blood flow, you cant ever walk for at least half an hour while you regain feeling in your feet, so usually your 15 minute 'freedom' sessions consist of you desperately trying to crawl to an open window, an unlocked door, anything. he enjoys watching you try too.

whenever you're done trying and simply lay down and cry about your fate for a while, he makes sure to drag you back and tie you back up nicely, sitting you on his lap so he can finish off his paperwork. he keeps little needles at the ready whenever you squirm too much, maybe to inject you with a drug that'll make you perfectly pliant for him for a while.

he finds enjoyment when you're drugged out to simply sit you under his lap and force his cock into your mouth. he knows you don't have the energy to move or even try to suck, but the warmth of it resting on your tongue is more then enough for now until he decides to use your throat.

he does full-bodied checks on you sometimes, making sure you're not keeping anything that can aid you in escaping or to kill him. just while he works on mindfucking you beyond repair. whilst he's doing so, he notices your scars are fading again. no harm in making some more, might as well sign them off with his full name too.

hes so joyful when you finally get to a stage you're so broken you can't decipher if what he's doing is right or wrong. the tender kisses on the stab wounds he caused that once upon a time you tried to fight back, the gentle caress on the bruises of the chains he kept you in. everything's fuzzy and you can only see everything he does as positive. he can get away with anything if he wanted.

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You're going to make me lightheaded holy shit. Chuuya who bolts manacles closed around your ankles and wrists, maybe even your neck, threatening to weld them shut if you keep being difficult. Locking them shut after that to make extra sure that no matter how you struggle you'll only hurt yourself, rubbing your skin raw. When he lets you loose to stretch your legs you can barely walk, muscles cramped and ankles aching from the cold metal digging into your skin at all hours of the day and night. Chuuya promises to patch you up if you just come to his side instead of banging on the door and window trying to escape! But you never do, so after 15 minutes he pins you with his gravity and locks you back up, giving your cheek a soft kiss.

He washes you carefully every day, drugging you if you thrash around too much. He might even unlock you after drugging you because it's just easier to carry your limp body to the tub and do it there. He strips you naked, not that you're allowed any clothes other than his old shirts anyway, and touches you so gently while he massages the soap into your skin and kisses your hands, cooing at you and telling you how cute you look all helpless like this. He tells you he loves you so much, and he'll keep you safe and owned forever, and you'll never have to worry your pretty little head about anything ever again.

On days when you're silent and compliant, doing what he tells you to because you're simply exhausted, he treats you like royalty. Holds and kisses you, gets you a nice gift, cooks anything you want and even spoon feeds it to you. But whenever you try to fight back he tightens your chains and slaps you, carves his name into you so you never forget who owns you, threatens to cut your arms off if you keep trying to push him away. Eventually Chuuya knows it'll end up conditioning you, training you like a dog with food and rewards and keeping you drugged out of your mind. Until you'll subconsciously want to do anything he asks of you because your brain associates obedience with good things.