Whumper’s henchman completing another round of torture on Stoic Whumpee as their captor watches in amusement from the corner of the room.
Whumpee pants, catching their breath. Their arms stretched far apart, chained to either side of the room. Whumper saunters over, drinking glass in hand. Feigning concern for Whumpee.
“You look like you could use a drink.” They pouted. “Here.” They held up their glass to Whumpee’s face, amber liquid coming into view. Whumpee stared at Whumper in annoyance. “Come on, don’t be shy.”
After a moment Whumpee finally eyeing the glass and reluctantly slackening their features. “There you go!” Whumper cooed as they moved closer.
One hand held the glass to their captive’s lips as the other was placed under their chin, tilting their head back as Whumpee downed the liquor in one gulp. Failing to suppress a groan, Whumpee shuddered at both the warmth and bite it brought their bloodied and bruised body. Whumper taking it all in with a satisfied smirk.
Uriah Fox as a little whumpee for cuddling purposes. sits in the bed all day with little to no water or food and just waits to be cuddled and squeezed like a teddy bear
it wouldn't be too hard to convince him that it's better than other alternatives