The only light in the room was the yellow incandescence of a single, naked light bulb swaying overhead. No windows. Cold concrete floor. The occasional sound of footsteps overhead. Only a single heavy door on the opposite wall.
What time of day was it? Fuck. How long had he even been here? There was no real way of knowing. Time had a strange way of being fluid - fast and slow - all at once.
The chain attached to his heavy PA was only long enough for him to get up onto his knees. Even then, he had to do so gingerly so not to tug uncomfortably on his sensitive bits. It lived up to its purpose of keeping him immobile.
Dinner still sat nearby. It looked as unpleasant as it had the day before when they first brought it down. Dog food? Cat food? It definitely wasn’t people food. Chaz had gotten as far as licking a bit before pulling away. It was so degrading, so wrong.
How much longer was he going to be here? Hadn’t he learned his lesson? He was only a few hours past curfew. He’d said as much when they last came down - sassing them and talking back in the process. Man, his parents had thrown a cow.
Grounded for a week…
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Chaz’s real name is Charlie Temple (cuz he looks like a male Shirley Temple).
This pic is based on a idea I came up with for Danaume for a female victim. However, being me, I hand to steal the idea back and put it to some kind of gay use.
I love the hair. And the face. I am absolutely in love with his appearance XD I drew that hair over a year ago and have been looking for an excuse to use it ever since. His tummy pudge didn’t come out as cute as I wanted, but I guess I’m still not perfect ;)




