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#then Rodney is being a Dick and hes like OH No Sir I Am Not A Doormat
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I love that, fundamentally, Radek is a gentle, soft man
Yet when it comes to Rodney, he yells so much. He's the only person on the science team who stands up to Rodney, calls him out on his bullshit, and regularly gets into shouting matches with him
There was also the incident with the metal pole when everyone lost their memory
I just like that while he IS a gentle, soft little man, he can and will throw down when necessary and that "when necessary" is caused by Rodney McKay like 97% of the time
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"You worship my boots now, don't you, retard?"
"Yes, Master Harrison."
"Lick them. Lick the bottom of that boot for me, retard. Oh, Hell yeah! I can tell you whatever I want now. This is way better and way cooler than being your friend. I gotta admit, I'm really enjoying owning you, Shithead."
"Thank you, Master." Rodney kept his head down in deference, as instructed by the man who had brainwashed him for several weeks. The larger older man had taken Master Harrison in as his protege and together they captured his best friend and roommate, and kept him up for weeks worth of sleep deprivation, letting him collapse here and there, but plugging his brain so full of drugs that he was totally malleable to suggestion. Now he was a slave because he loved Master Harrison. He was convinced through hypnosis that it was originally done on a bet, but that he enjoyed being a slave so much that he could never THINK of going back to "normal life".
"Tell me again how you feel about your Master," Harrison told his new property.
"I think you're wonderful, Master. I'm so glad you own me now, Sir. And that you give me orders. I really like making you happy, Sir. Making you happy is why I'm here! Making you happy makes me happy, Sir!"
"Good boy, You fucking fag. You aren't a man, are you, Fuckface?
"No, Sir."
"What's your name now? What's your only real name?"
"My name is Fuckface, SIR." Rodney smiled. He had been trained to respond really well when Master called him names. It made his heart swell to get the honor of serving Master Harrison. A real man and a real alpha.
"Alright, Go get your buttplug and start practicing with it. I want you to work your way up to making room for my schlong. My dick is so much bigger than yours it ain't even funny, you got the tiniest dick I've EVER seen, boy!"
"Yes, Sir. It's very small compared with your dick, Master." Rodney agreed. He went and retrieved his 8 inch plug. He was massaging it in, just waiting for Master to take it out and replace it with his huge shaft. It had never occurred to Rodney that as a gay man, what he really needed was to be owned and branded like an animal, chained up in shackles and forced to serve his new benevolent owner.
It was good for Master to tell him how he wasn't a real man who could please a woman or even a man. His proper and only place was as a slave. Being a slave was good for him, and it gave Cameron/Fuckface clarity about his role in life.
"Now thank me for the pleasure of serving me today, slave!"
"Thank you, Master! It's a true gift to serve you! Sir!" The slave was overwhelmed with emotion. He never had to think for himself again. He'd work jobs and give the money to Master and not keep any for himself. He'd eat shitty tofu and lima bean meals, or just plain potatoes with no flavoring. Master told him he should be grateful to get that much. Potatoes were a lot of money, Master told him.
"Slave, do you love me?"
"Oh YES, Master! You're the best! You're the coolest guy in the whole world!"
"I know. I'm just making sure you remember. Now let's get you in the shower so you can drink my piss. Nothing like a gift from Master's tap, eh stupid?"
"Yes, SIR! You're the best, Master!"
Fuckface the slave was happy he had answered the ad for a roommate on some website or other. He couldn't remember which one or how he even had wound up coming here. It was all blurry. Master said to forget about his life BEFORE. It didn't matter. He nodded vigorously as he cleaned the floor with a toothbrush.
Everything was better now that he was serving MASTER, the brainwashed slave thought happily.
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