pet palace (mafia AU)

7

Error was slowly starting to fall asleep. He had been cursing, yelling and yanking on his chains for the last two days. Or maybe longer? Maybe shorter? He couldn't remember, the time kinda melted together after a while. The chemicals in the soap had dried out his mouth and throat, caking it in a dry layer of sudds. His eyes were raw and he could barely keep them open.

Giving in to his body, he fell slack against the chains, letting his head hang. "God damn you" he whispered, closing his eyes. Just a little nap... just for a few minutes...

Errors heads shot of a pillow. He gasped and pressed his fist to his sternum. Danm, what a dream. He sighed and slide his hand down the back of his head. Wait, did he change his bed sheets? His hand bumped into something on the back of his neck, and a stabbing pain shot through the back of his head and eyes. "FUCK!" he yelled doubling over and smacking his face into the headboard "Fuck, fuck".

He laid there for a moment, letting the pain subside, before pulling himself off the bed. A look around confirmed that his memories were not in fact a dream. He stumbled a bit as he walked around, opening drawers and cabinets, searching for something that might be useful. Most of them were locked, but the few that weren't gave error a sinking scene of dread. The most useful thing he could find was a small bottle of some sort of medication, and a multitude of cuffs and ropes.

Going into the bathroom he found the soap and toothbrush, sitting innocently on the sink. Glancing around a little red dot caught his eye. He stood on the toilet and peered into the vent, seeing a small red dot blinking behind it. Camera. "Fucking sadist" error growledjusmp down and pacing around the room, looking for more cameras. He found three; one above the door, one over the bed, and one in the corner, looking over the majority of the room. There was a blind spot if he squeezed behind the headboard and sat down in the gap beneath the mattress, but it was a tight fit. Still, good to know, just in case.

He was walking the length of the room, back and forth, when the door creaked open. Error growled as ink locked the door behind him. "I see you found my eyes" he teased, sitting on the bed. Error pressed his back against the wall, opening his mouth to retort. "Ah ah ah" ink interrupted, wagging his finger "you remember what happened last time you didn't shut the fuck up?". Error bit his tongue and ink smiled "perfect".

Error watched with narrow eyes as ink crossed to the cabinets, Pulling out a key and undoing one of the locked drawers. "So, l'm not sure what i want to do with you yet" he said, fishing through the contents "usually i'd use you for myself, but i'm not in the mood. Maybe later. Im thinking...". Ink pulled out a few ropes and a ball gag. Error twitched "no. absolutely not" he hissed, making ink laugh "Sweet heart, last time I checked you didn't have a say anymore".

Erre made a bolt to the door, yanking on the handle before ink slammed him against it "HA, thats not gonna work, keep trying things and i'll rip your legs off", err struggled as ink wrapped the rope around his wrists and neck, then used it to drag him over to the bed. Error clawed at the ropes, gasping for air as ink cinched the ropes against the headboard. Ink grabbed his flailing hands, wrenching them behind his head and binding them with the rope.

With the tension lifted slightly from the ropes error gasped in air, flexing his fingers to get the feeling back into them. Ink started humming as he shoved the gag between errors teeth, pulling the straps tight around his skull. With a bit more effort ink bent errors knees into his chest, threading the rope between his fibula and tibia, forcing his legs open and against the headboard. "Good" ink said, pulling a pair of scissors out of the bedside table.

Error shot glares of death at ink as he slid one of the blades under errors shorts, snipping off the fabric and pulling it away. "Ghhmm hmmf" error growled around the silicone ball, spit dripping down his chin as his shirt was cut off too. "Oh shush, be glad i didn't start breaking bones" ink teased as he went back to the dresser. He smirked as he pulled out a pack of pill vibrators, along with a large dildo. Errors eyes widened with rage as he struggled against the ropes, throttling himself in the process. Ink laughed as he reached into errors ribcage, taping the remote of the pills to the underside of his sternum "you look cute like that" he teased, taping the pills over his spine and the inside of his femers.

"So, i have about... three hours to kill, and after that i can just forget about you, so" ink pressed the button and error groaned, the vibrators jumping to life and stimulating his bones. "Gmmmmhh" he grumbled deep in his throat, cursing at himself as a layer of gel built up around his pelvis. "Good boy" ink said, stroking his fingers up his pubic symphysis making error squeak.

Blush covered errors face as ink guided the gel upwards, stroking the underside of errors dick. Ink picked up the dilldo, rubbing it over errors face to get it covered in saliva. "Hey, don't look at me like that" ink chuckled, sliding the tip over errors ass "it would hurt a lot more without it". Ink slowly pushed the plastic into error, making his eyes widen and toes curl. A long shameful moan as it pushed past the muscles and slid into place. "Perfect" ink said, mostly to himself as he twisted it slightly, making sure it was in place "good"

He pressed a small button on the base of it, error choking back a moan as it began to move around inside him, stimulating his walls and back. He arched forward slightly then slumped back, banging his head against the back of the bed. "Don't do that" ink said as he wiped off his hands, slipping his gloves back on "you'll dent the wood"

Ink stood and straightened his shirt, making his way to the door. "GHM!" Error exclaimed, hitting his knuckles against the wood and whining. Ink smirked "you'll be fine. It'll teach you to respect me" he said "and I'll be good practice for when I throw you in the basement. It'll be fun to watch you get torn to shredded". Ink slammed the door behind him, a soft click following as he locked it.

Errors eyelights were already going fuzzy as they rolled to the back of his head. He stared at the ceiling, twitching and moaning as the most sensitive parts of his body were stimulated. He tried to shift the dildo out, but only Succeeded in shoving it further in, the vibrating tip jabbing into his prostate. Error whined as he tapped his head against wood, his fingers going numb as the ropes pull his wrists numb. Fucked

That's what he was

Really god damn fucked