Time Warp: Angsty (Squish)

[Deleted]

“If it’s ‘trying’, then go ahead and say ‘try’,” Oriel cooed to his tied up little pixie, brushing the back of his hand across the boys cheek tenderly. “That way, I’ll know it’s an effort you’re making, and not just empty promises.” Oriel straightened himself and walked around behind the chair Phoenix was tied to. “Of course, ‘try’ is only something people say when they need an excuse to fail.” He shrugged. “It’s basically the same as saying ‘I intend to fail, but I’ll make it look like I’m trying at least so I don’t get reprimanded for it’. Isn’t that right, Phoenix?” It was a no-win situation for his poor pixie, and Oriel kept his eyes on him to see how the boy squirmed underneath that reality. Would he stand by his ‘try’, or give up and resign himself to the fact that he’ll never be able to live up to the standards of a basic human being? Either way, Oriel predicted a vast amount of fun from this.

Of course, Oriel had his own plan for this ‘session’ of their, something he came up with exactly five minutes ago when he saw the book laying there on the bed. Oriel didn’t need whips and chains to derive enjoyment from his toy, just…a little extra control. A lot of extra control. And a carrot he could dangle in front of the boy while he tried to comply with Oriel’s next-to-impossible requests.

What Oriel was asking for…Phoenix wasn’t completely incapable of doing, no. It wasn’t impossible for him. But it would be goshdarn difficult for the doped-up pixie, who had a bad habit of stumbling and slurring over his words even when he wasn’t high on dust. “Just the first two sections? Well, that’s fine, read those then?” Oriel smirked something evil and leaned in so their faces were right next to each other’s, with Oriel’s chin hovering just above the pixie’s right shoulder. “I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours utter out biological tales of wonder.” Oriel internally rolled his eyes at that line. Really, how cheesy could he get?? But this was the Evil Overlord talking. He was allowed to get away with such things.

Oriel watched and listened, sitting off the edge of the bed next to his bag of goodies, as Phoenix iterated the first line of the reading assignment, his smile spreading upon hearing the stumbles he made over such simple words(that Oriel probably couldn’t decipher himself anyway). “Keep going,” he said with that usual innocent, amused look on his face. How many was that? Two, three? Oriel decided to give him a break and call it two. The boy produced a small plastic bag of rubber bands from the bag of goodies, ripped it open and took out two of them. Ready, aim…

*pow*

*pow*

Two great shots right to the back of Phoenix’s neck. Those wouldn’t do any permanent damage, right? They were sure annoying though. And stung like a bitch.

[Deleted]

Phoenix let out another small, pathetic whimper as Oriel’s hand touched his cheek. “…. Yes, Lord….” he mewled, unable to meet the younger boy’s eyes. He would just agree with whatever Oriel said at this point. He knew he’d already fucked up, so all he could do now was try to limit how much the boy punished him. Phen’s head jerked up as he went on, though, his eyes wide with alarm. “N-no….!” he squeaked, even though that was exactly it. How could he promise he would never do this again when he could never predict his dust-fogged mind? His gaze quickly fell again and he looked off to the side. “…. I can’t help it….” Oriel didn’t know what it was like to be him.

And Phoenix didn’t know what it was like to be Oriel either, obviously, because he still had no idea what that younger boy had planned for him with this textbook. “O-okay….” he mumbled, having no other choice but to do as requested. He winced and shivered as Oriel’s breath tickled his ear. You’re crazy, he responded internally, but didn’t dare say anything aloud. “Yes, Lord,” he uttered obediently instead.

Phoenix didn’t like this. In fact, he might say he hated it. He was already self-conscious about the way he spoke, how he always stammered as he read (and for that reason hated being called on in class to read anything), and having Oriel sitting there staring at him while he floundered just made it that much harder. He gulped after that first sentence and began haltingly continuing on, making a mistake every dozen or so words. Phen’s eyes darted to the side as he heard the sound of tearing plastic, his heart racing at the unknown. He forced himself to look back at the words and try to continue until he felt a sharp, sudden pain in the back of his neck that made him yelp. And a second one.

Phoenix’s eyes shut and watered as he whimpered from the sting. It didn’t hurt terribly, but it was incredibly humiliating, and now made him even more terrified to make mistakes. He swallowed hard and continued reading in a quivering voice, speaking much slower in an attempt to make fewer mistakes. He still made them every so often, though. He was going to be sitting here forever at this rate…

[Deleted]

Good. Seems like Phoenix got the message that he should stop trying to make excuses and simply submit to Oriel’s words as truth. Even if his faces showed it was obvious he didn’t agree, that he still did in words proved that his will would bend in whichever direction the younger boy twisted it. Only more admonishment awaited him if he dared go against Oriel’s will. His only option was to do as his Lord said and hope that there would be mercy if he did well enough. And there was the assurance that if he moved forward with Oriel’s plans, it would end, eventually. There was no telling when it would, but if he could just hold out until Oriel was satisfied, then it would end and he’d be allowed to rest.

Oriel looked forward to that moment as well. As much as Oriel loved to torture his adorable pixie, he loved equally as much spoiling him and giving him the care he needed to feel like he was worth something. Nothing made Oriel feel more empowered than feeling like he was necessary. That he was needed in one form or another to someone else, even if it was just ensuring they had a hearty meal when they usually ate minusculely.

Phoenix was going to keep getting rubber bands in the back of the neck until he could manage a whole sentence without stuttering or slurring or mispronouncing a single word. “Just think of it as a vocal exercise. Like for drama or something.” Oriel smirked, prepping up another rubber band, and started chanting, “The lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue, the tip of the tongue the teeth the lips…” over and over. Maybe he should make Phoenix recite tongue twisters? Nah, the boy would fail so miserably, no doubt, that it wouldn’t be playful anymore.

Because this was playful, apparently.

“If you manage a perfect sentence,” he taunted, “I’ll stop with the rubber bands.” That’d be a little boring, but Oriel figured it was time to give the pixie something to strive for. “If you manage two in a row, I’ll even untie you.” Oriel snickered, rising to his feet and moving to lean his butt off the edge of the desk, his palms planted flat beside him. His oppressive gaze was focused on Phoenix and Phoenix alone. “If you manage three,” he started, his voice lowering into something more…sultry. With his finger settled right beneath his chin, Oriel turned the pixie’s gaze up to his. “I’ll give you an even greater reward.” Oriel slid his tongue over the top edge of his teeth. Phoenix wasn’t so stupid that he didn’t know what that ‘reward’ entailed.

[Deleted]

Sometimes Phoenix forgot just how cruel and creative Oriel could be. He himself was not a very clever person, and had a hard time keeping up with the younger boy and his outlandish expectations and behaviors at times. All he could do was just go along for the ride and hope that he ended up somehow satisfying Oriel in the end to limit his torture (which he secretly loved… but wouldn’t admit to).

Just a little bit more… a little bit more, he told himself, and Oriel would give him what he needed. He always did, no matter how their interactions began. And Phoenix was half-inclined to say he enjoyed the after-stuff more than the act itself.

Phoenix was going to get a good number of rubber bands in the back of his neck at this rate, though. No matter how hard he tried, his tongue just felt so thick and cumbersome and wouldn’t act the way he wanted it to. “R-right… Drama…” he repeated miserably. There was no way Phen would ever manage even a couple words of a tongue twister. “My lips and tongue are t-too fat and s-stupid t’work right…” he mumbled. He was frustrated as well as embarrassed and ashamed.

A perfect sentence might as well have been rocket science, considering how much Phen was struggling now. Still, at least that gave him extra motivation. But that alone was going to be difficult, let alone two or three… “I-I’ll try my best,” he mumbled, desperately hoping he could manage those things. Phoenix’s gaze remained averted from Oriel’s as the younger boy lifted his chin, but the pixie eventually looked up, submissiveness clear in his expression. His eyes fell to Oriel’s lips when the boy pulled them back to show his tongue, and Phoenix shivered, absolutely knowing what Oriel had in mind. “… Okay,” he whispered. Phen began to lean in a little, but the belts held him back from getting too close, so he eventually rested back and turned back to his textbook. The words looked a little clearer now…

Phoenix cleared his throat and attempted to keep going. When he spoke slowly, he did make fewer mistakes, but not none – it wasn’t until another paragraph or two in that he managed to speak a whole sentence without stammering. He glanced at Oriel to see if he’d keep his promise not to hit him anymore, then gradually went on. It was a good while longer before he managed two sentences in a row. Three seemed like an eternity away, and at one point Phoenix whined in frustration. “This is too hard…” he whimpered.

[Deleted]

Oriel grinned, pleased to see Phoenix actively trying to comply with Oriel’s unreasonable commands…though Oriel didn’t see them as being unreasonable. It was a simple task, anyone should be able to do it, the only reason Phoenix couldn’t was because he was still fucking high on his goddamn dust. Maybe this’ll teach him to sober up before calling the ink manip over for ‘happy-fun-times’. Because otherwise, those times were bound to be anything but happy and fun, at least not for Phoenix.

When he achieved the first milestone, Oriel smiled at the tied up boy, giving him a gentle wave of his fingers when he looked over at his keeper. “See? You can do it,” he praised. That praise from his accomplishment was just what Phoenix needed to keep going. As promised, Oriel stayed his hand…or rather his bands. If Oriel couldn’t keep his promises, then what kind of man would that make him? Before long, Phoenix had managed the second task, and Oriel gave the pixie a supportive ruffle of his hair. “Good job. If you just put your mind to it, then you can do anything, just you wait.” Again, as promised, Oriel untied the boy, tossing the belts onto the bed behind them. They wouldn’t be needing those again anytime soon.

Oriel had hoped Phoenix would keep trying, but….well, maybe three in a row was asking too much? It wouldn’t seem so, but…. “Heh…you really are your own special kind of pathetic, ain’t you? I guess it was silly of me to expect you to do something so fucking easy? Ah, well, at least you got out of those belts ‘fore your circulation was cut off. Could’ve been bad otherwise if we left it there much longer.” Oriel snickered, crossing one leg over the other as he casually sat himself on the surface of the desk, looming down on his captive with a condescending gaze. “You giving up?” he asked with a cheeky smile. If he was, then no reward for Phoenix. Too bad, so sad.

[Deleted]

Unfortunately…. This likely wouldn’t really teach Phoenix anything. He was still helplessly addicted to his dust, and he did stupid things (stupider than usual, at least) when he was high on the stuff. This probably wouldn’t be the last time he ‘booty-called’ Oriel over while he was feeling loopy and giggly and horny.

Phoenix flinched back a little when Oriel waved his fingers, expecting some sort of trick, but when none came and praise was said instead, he managed a tiny smile. “Yeah… Guess I can…” he mumbled hopefully. Maybe he could do this… Maybe… Phen kept his eyes on the rubber bands for a few more moments, relieved when no more came from his occasional stumble. By the time he got the two in a row, he was almost relaxing. It was a lot less stressful not to expect a sting every time he made a mistake. He gave a tiny giggle at the hair ruffle. “I… I really can, huh?” he said optimistically, still a bit dopey from the dust. Phoenix let out a relieved sigh when Oriel started taking off the belts. Once they were off, he wiggled his arms and legs and torso with a groan; they felt sore from being in one place for so long. “Thanks…” he mumbled with a shy glance. Okay, he could do this…!

But try as he might, Phoenix just didn’t seem able to do it. He got several other two in a row sentences, but he always ended up stumbling on the third. By the time the criticism came, he was already slumping again in despair; Oriel’s cruel words only made him flinch more. “I… I…” he stammered, not knowing what to say. “Wh… Why… Is it easy for you to do?” he challenged weakly. Phen didn’t know where his sudden bout of ‘bravery’ came from, but it was suddenly there. He raised his chin and glared at Oriel, slowly tensing his legs up underneath him. “So w-what if I am?” he grumped. Without warning, Phoenix pounced on the (hopefully) unsuspecting boy, trying to knock him off his butt and maybe knock the wind out of him. Considering how much smaller Phoenix was, this was highly unlikely.

[Deleted]

That’s what Oriel wanted. Those optimistic eyes that looked up at him as the younger boy switched from being a Cruel Lord to being a Gentle Master. Not really so gentle, but getting that admiration was what Oriel was going for. To put Phoenix through such torture, such agony, that he couldn’t help being relieved and happy when a few small, nice things were granted to him. Praise, release from his bonds, encouraging physical contact. They weren’t much, but the effect they had was amazing. And it kept Phoenix going on this unreasonable task, even after he was technically ‘free’ and could leave whenever he wanted.

Well….maybe that’s where Phoenix’s newfound bravery had come from? He wasn’t being actively punished anymore, so why not push his limits? It was both amusing and irritating to the ink manipulator. Amusing because Phoenix resembled a tiny animal going up against a large beast with everything he had(which wasn’t much). It was cute.

Irritating, because….he challenged his Lord. To something Oriel knew very darned well he couldn’t do himself. Not the speaking part, Oriel knew how to speak properly and clearly when he needed to…but it helped if he knew how to read the words off the page. “We’re talking about you right now. Not me,” he replied coldly. Oriel knit his eyebrows, a stern glare sending daggers down on his pathetic toy, as if daring him to oppose his Evil Overlord. Whether that was what did it or not, Oriel was (mildly) startled when Phoenix pounced up to try and push the younger boy off the desk. Well…he managed to get Oriel off the desk, at least. Not to the floor, though. And the wind was definitely not knocked out of him. “Oh….” he said, standing tall and smirking with his chin up like the evil fiend he was. “I see how it is…” Oriel didn’t yell, he didn’t hit, he didn’t even growl. He simply stepped forward and wrapped his hand under Phoenix’s chin, tilting it upwards. Oriel leaned in closer and spoke in a low, grainy voice. “Is that really what you want to be doing right now?” he asked, keeping his intense gaze on the pixie. “Don’t…try my patience, Phoenix.” Oriel took in a short breath before meshing his lips over the Asian’s, pushing inside fiercely with his tongue and exploring every corner and crevice of the other boy’s mouth. Oriel pushed Phoenix back down into the chair, continuing the kiss for what seemed like an eternity.

[Deleted]

Phoenix was still getting used to the dynamic that the two of them had. When they had first met, and for a while afterwards, he had not liked the position that Oriel put him into. Humiliating him, making him beg like a dog, generally putting Phoenix through things that he hadn’t expected to be done to him, given his own dust-fueled pushy nature. He didn’t know when he’d become more used to this, even started expecting and accepting it, but he knew he was no match for Oriel if he wanted to fight back.

Apparently that wasn’t going to stop him today, though. He figured if he caught Oriel by surprise enough, he might gain the upper hand, but he misjudged how hard it would be to leave any lasting marks on the younger boy, or how quickly he would recover. The words, though, seemed to do more damage than anything. “Tha’s right… You can’t read neither!” he remembered, pointing a bleary finger at Oriel and ignoring the warning. The glare sent a small jolt of fear down Phoenix’s spine, but he ignored it and pounced anyway. Probably not the best idea. It seemed like almost as soon as he’d done it, Oriel was on his feet again, and Phoenix was struggling to get upright once more since the dust was still slowing his senses and making him clumsy. He meekly looked up from his awkward position on the table, and let out a small, nervous gasp as his chin was grabbed. Phoenix didn’t dare speak in retaliation to what Oriel was saying, so he kept his mouth shut until Oriel’s mouth molded over his, forcing his lips apart as the pixie let out an excited moan. He was barely aware of being forced back into the chair as his hands lifted to dig his fingers into the younger boy’s thick, delicious hair. Phoenix tried to keep up with Oriel’s ferocity, but eventually he gave up and just let the ink manipulator do what he wanted.

His hands gradually trailed down Oriel’s sides and began pulling up on the hem of his shirt, his movements quick and eager now that things were going the way he’d wanted them to for all this time since he texted the boy. “Oriel…” he breathed as soon as he got a moment. “… Lord, please… Use me.” Phoenix gave him pleading eyes, which were somehow clearer now than they had been the whole time previously.

[Deleted]

Oriel’s face grew red when his own weakness in reading was so maliciously pointed out by his subservient plaything, and he growled in anger. Who said this child(Phoenix was older, lol) could be so disobedient? Did he think he would receive no punishment for such brazen defiance? The Evil Overlord vowed to not let this slide as he held onto Phoenix’s face and glared fiercely into his eyes. Those eyes which dared to be far more gorgeous than what was necessary for someone whose station was a low as Phoenix’s. The kiss was an affirmation of the ink manipulator’s control over Phoenix. He was allowed to do anything he wanted to the dust-drunk pixie, at any time, without complaint, and Phoenix could do nothing else but simply want it. And, as expected, he did.

Oriel was still in the process of training this….pet of his. Oriel would generally refer to his playmates as ‘toys’, but he figured he’d been using Phoenix long enough, and the pixie had become generally obedient enough, for Oriel to upgrade him to the level of ‘pet’. Something that had a mind which could be trained. Pets were harder to control than toys, and thus is what brought the challenge. It was a slight acknowledgement that his playmate had a mind of his own and some manner of free will, and it was that free will that Oriel was challenged into molding and conditioning into one that automatically responded to Oriel’s desires. Eventually, Oriel wouldn’t even have to open his mouth to get the pixie to jump to service his Overlord. The anticipation of that eventual reality had Oriel even more excited during these little ‘sessions’ of theirs. It was, as much as he’d like to deny, hard to be patient.

Especially when his pet was flinging himself at Oriel, and essentially begging for Oriel to reduce him to nothing but a pile of jittering nerves and whimpers. Oriel gazed down on his pet with a twisted grin. This was exactly what he wanted. “As you wish, My Phoenix,” he breathed, followed by a deep, low cackle. Oriel descended onto the boy once again, engaging their lips just as fierce as before, while gradually peeling off garments, one by one, and tossing them to the floor.

~fade to black~