"You'll do as I say, right?" A voice asked.
"Yes, a-always," Casper responded from his position. He was on his knees in nothing but a pair of tight blue plaid boxers. His arms were bound behind him and a blindfold over his eyes, a belt holding his legs together by the calves. Dark brown hair fell in his face as he sat there silently, waiting for something. He heard the sneakers squeak across the wooden floor as a finger stroked his cheek and jawline.
"Do you realize the pain you have caused? The problems you have made? The issues you alone made for me?" A hand moved to his shoulder, gripping it tightly.
"Y-Yes-" He stuttered, a hand tightening on his shoulder.
"Yes what?" The voice hissed, a small growl at the end.
"Yes, my... my..." Tears slid down his cheeks.
"Your?"
"My God..." There was a chuckle and a tap to his cheek.
"Yes, good boy," as said before he was lifted by his hair. "I am the only one who can have you, understand? I own you, you are mine."
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Goretober 2016: Casper
RandomUsing the prompts for Goretober, I'm writing short stories following Casper, my Drag King/Manself. Let's have fun!
