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The-Aries-Knight requested Keith from the webcomic Twokinds, pointing me to possible pages to use. This one seemed like the best, and it was fun to once again put in gag talk to the speech bubble (even if it's not a whole page this time).
The rest of the requests will be slower to come, both because of a busy upcoming few weeks and so I give the watchers who don't like manips a short break.
Images used (none are mine):
https://sta.sh/01k2s2honli6
https://sta.sh/06x05jbuzi0
https://sta.sh/01gu4bihx2lt
The rest of the requests will be slower to come, both because of a busy upcoming few weeks and so I give the watchers who don't like manips a short break.
Images used (none are mine):
https://sta.sh/01k2s2honli6
https://sta.sh/06x05jbuzi0
https://sta.sh/01gu4bihx2lt
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 821 x 963px
File Size 743.8 kB
Oh, yeah...!
This shit's f*cking GORGEOUS! It's a shame you didn't use the image with both Keith and Natani together since that would've been your first CiD-related Bondage post that included lovers who're 'technically' LGBTQ, but just seeing my fave Basitin boi getting himself into a good ol' fashioned bind (pun intended) is more than enough for me! Thanks again, dude! ^^
"Mph...Grmph!" *Keith squirms in his tight bindings as he attempts to loosen the gag*
This shit's f*cking GORGEOUS! It's a shame you didn't use the image with both Keith and Natani together since that would've been your first CiD-related Bondage post that included lovers who're 'technically' LGBTQ, but just seeing my fave Basitin boi getting himself into a good ol' fashioned bind (pun intended) is more than enough for me! Thanks again, dude! ^^
"Mph...Grmph!" *Keith squirms in his tight bindings as he attempts to loosen the gag*
I can easily tell! The bindings and the gag you used here mesh pretty well with Tom's art-style! Plus, it's a great image to make into an edit, in particular; I've seen someone else make a different edit of this exact same shot, and I felt it'd also be perfect for a Bondage edit, as well! Glad to see I was right! :D
"Sounds like somebody's putting up a fuss..." The Boss of the group of Human Bandits that captured Keith said, a sinister smile forming on his hooded face as he gestured to his lackeys to bring some more restraints. "Perhaps a few more additions will help? After all, it's not every day you get to hold a Basitin hostage, and I'd 'hate' to lose such a rare prize before cashing it in...!"
"Grrmm...!" Keith growled, glaring daggers at his captor...!
"Sounds like somebody's putting up a fuss..." The Boss of the group of Human Bandits that captured Keith said, a sinister smile forming on his hooded face as he gestured to his lackeys to bring some more restraints. "Perhaps a few more additions will help? After all, it's not every day you get to hold a Basitin hostage, and I'd 'hate' to lose such a rare prize before cashing it in...!"
"Grrmm...!" Keith growled, glaring daggers at his captor...!
Glad to hear you say so! And I hope you don't mind me making a bit of an interpretation story out of this! ^^;
In a few short moments, the henchmen returned with more twines of rope and piles of cloth in hand. The beleaguered Basitin attempted once more to break free from cords that circled around his body like the coils of a snake, but they were too unyielding, even for someone like him!
With those items being handed over to him, The Boss gave a nod to two hulking men in particular. "Hold him down." he told them both in a simple manner. "He may not look like much, but don't take Basitins too lightly! He looks Eastern, and I remember a rumor that all Eastern Basitins must undergo military training; even at a young age. All the more reason to make sure he's right and properly secured, but be careful...!"
In a few short moments, the henchmen returned with more twines of rope and piles of cloth in hand. The beleaguered Basitin attempted once more to break free from cords that circled around his body like the coils of a snake, but they were too unyielding, even for someone like him!
With those items being handed over to him, The Boss gave a nod to two hulking men in particular. "Hold him down." he told them both in a simple manner. "He may not look like much, but don't take Basitins too lightly! He looks Eastern, and I remember a rumor that all Eastern Basitins must undergo military training; even at a young age. All the more reason to make sure he's right and properly secured, but be careful...!"
I'd rather wait until I make a regular Twokinds fanfic before I make a Bondage-based Twokinds story, so this interpretation story will be the next best thing until then...! ^^; By the way, are we putting that interpretation story relating to Mipha on hold, for now? Been curious about it, for a while...!
Keith strained his arms and pulled his bond hands as much as he could as the two brutes came his way, but again, they were just too tight. He squirmed when he felt their hands clasp onto his shoulders, pulling him up from off of the ground for a little bit before callously dropping him. The bound and gagged Basitin put up as much of a hassle as his body could allow, kicking his unbound legs about before one of the thugs slugged him right in the chest!
"MMMPHMM!" Keith coughed out from behind the cloth covering his muzzle, the punch knocking what little air there was in his lungs out... His struggles ceased as a result, allowing the two big bandits to hold him down effortlessly.
"You sure he's tough, Boss?" the thug who punched Keith asked his leader. "Kid's got spunk, but it's nothing we can't handle.
"Oh, I'm sure he is." The Boss answered as he came up and knelt down to the ground beside the Basitin, grabbing his legs as he did so. "The only reason why we managed to take him down so easily was because we had the drop on him. Guaranteed, thing's would've been much more difficult had we faced him or that gang he hangs with on even ground. Now hold him steady, and don't be afraid to rough him up if he get's too wormy; his species ARE known to be extremely durable, after all...!" With that, The Boss began to unroll one of the twines of rope he carried and, to Keith's chagrin, began to tie his digitigrade feet together...
Keith strained his arms and pulled his bond hands as much as he could as the two brutes came his way, but again, they were just too tight. He squirmed when he felt their hands clasp onto his shoulders, pulling him up from off of the ground for a little bit before callously dropping him. The bound and gagged Basitin put up as much of a hassle as his body could allow, kicking his unbound legs about before one of the thugs slugged him right in the chest!
"MMMPHMM!" Keith coughed out from behind the cloth covering his muzzle, the punch knocking what little air there was in his lungs out... His struggles ceased as a result, allowing the two big bandits to hold him down effortlessly.
"You sure he's tough, Boss?" the thug who punched Keith asked his leader. "Kid's got spunk, but it's nothing we can't handle.
"Oh, I'm sure he is." The Boss answered as he came up and knelt down to the ground beside the Basitin, grabbing his legs as he did so. "The only reason why we managed to take him down so easily was because we had the drop on him. Guaranteed, thing's would've been much more difficult had we faced him or that gang he hangs with on even ground. Now hold him steady, and don't be afraid to rough him up if he get's too wormy; his species ARE known to be extremely durable, after all...!" With that, The Boss began to unroll one of the twines of rope he carried and, to Keith's chagrin, began to tie his digitigrade feet together...
That's totally understandable, dude! We can put that story on hold, for now! :)
"Mph... Mmmph...!" Keith groaned through his gag, his struggles being put on pause when his captors held him down as The Boss wound the rope around his feet. Giving it a tug to keep the padded paws pressed together, he tied a knot to make sure they would stay that way...
Meanwhile, the curious brute continued on with his prattling. "Aye...! That tiger gal didn't look like much, but that blue-haired man and the wolf looked like they'd mean business...
"So did those other two Basitins followin' this one..." said the other thug. "Especially the one who's eyes were kept shut. Don't trust anyone that look like that, especially if it's one of these blasted man-beasts...!
The Basitin prisoner didn't like the sound of this conversation, in the slightest. Aside from the obvious bigotry being placed on him in spite of Humanity's general neutrality towards his race, the mention of his friends, particularly Trace, Flora, and Natani, were putting him on edge; especially since he remembered both himself and the previous three all being put on wanted posters after their actions back in the Martholm and Wreathwood areas. Luckily, they're now in the far west of Human Territories, away those places, but that didn't mean he wasn't gonna get carted back there if push came to shove. He did NOT want these common bandits to know what kind of people both he and his friends were, and he especially didn't like the prospect of being turned in to The Templars. That would be far worse than simple slavery, that's for sure!
"Now for the hogtie...!" The Boss said in a low voice as he gripped Keith's hands. "Gotta make sure our prized pig is nice and secure...!"
"Mph... Mmmph...!" Keith groaned through his gag, his struggles being put on pause when his captors held him down as The Boss wound the rope around his feet. Giving it a tug to keep the padded paws pressed together, he tied a knot to make sure they would stay that way...
Meanwhile, the curious brute continued on with his prattling. "Aye...! That tiger gal didn't look like much, but that blue-haired man and the wolf looked like they'd mean business...
"So did those other two Basitins followin' this one..." said the other thug. "Especially the one who's eyes were kept shut. Don't trust anyone that look like that, especially if it's one of these blasted man-beasts...!
The Basitin prisoner didn't like the sound of this conversation, in the slightest. Aside from the obvious bigotry being placed on him in spite of Humanity's general neutrality towards his race, the mention of his friends, particularly Trace, Flora, and Natani, were putting him on edge; especially since he remembered both himself and the previous three all being put on wanted posters after their actions back in the Martholm and Wreathwood areas. Luckily, they're now in the far west of Human Territories, away those places, but that didn't mean he wasn't gonna get carted back there if push came to shove. He did NOT want these common bandits to know what kind of people both he and his friends were, and he especially didn't like the prospect of being turned in to The Templars. That would be far worse than simple slavery, that's for sure!
"Now for the hogtie...!" The Boss said in a low voice as he gripped Keith's hands. "Gotta make sure our prized pig is nice and secure...!"
You're welcome, and I hope you've been enjoying the interpretation story I'm making, here! I've actually been referencing a few of the earlier events in the webcomic in the previous part, as well as studying an old map of Mekkan that Tom created a LONG time ago for reference! ^^
Keith strained his bound hands within The Boss's iron grip, hoping to either get them away for just a few more seconds or at least claw at them with his sharp nails. When he tried to do so, though, the brute that was holding his upper half down placed a hand on top of the Basitin's head and slammed it down to the floor.
"MMM!" Keith hissed through his gag, his vision going blurry for a moment due to how hard the landing was. It was true that he was put into military training at an early age (albeit, at a much later time then others), but even that and his race's natural durability didn't help ease the aching that the blow gave him...
"Come on now, my feline friend... Or was it lagomorph? Both? Eh, it doesn't matter..." The Boss joked about, eliciting a muffled growl from said feline/lagomorph hybrid as he tied another rope around his wrist bindings. "Wanna know what DOES matter? Watching an exquisite little oddity like you squirm in ever-surmounting restraints like a good pet should!" With that, he went back to Keith's feet and wound the same rope he used just moments ago around the bindings he recently added; putting the poor Basitin prisoner into a hogtie. Now with every tug of his wrists, Keith could feel the strain of the rope binding him pulling his feet up into the air, leaving him even more exposed!
Keith strained his bound hands within The Boss's iron grip, hoping to either get them away for just a few more seconds or at least claw at them with his sharp nails. When he tried to do so, though, the brute that was holding his upper half down placed a hand on top of the Basitin's head and slammed it down to the floor.
"MMM!" Keith hissed through his gag, his vision going blurry for a moment due to how hard the landing was. It was true that he was put into military training at an early age (albeit, at a much later time then others), but even that and his race's natural durability didn't help ease the aching that the blow gave him...
"Come on now, my feline friend... Or was it lagomorph? Both? Eh, it doesn't matter..." The Boss joked about, eliciting a muffled growl from said feline/lagomorph hybrid as he tied another rope around his wrist bindings. "Wanna know what DOES matter? Watching an exquisite little oddity like you squirm in ever-surmounting restraints like a good pet should!" With that, he went back to Keith's feet and wound the same rope he used just moments ago around the bindings he recently added; putting the poor Basitin prisoner into a hogtie. Now with every tug of his wrists, Keith could feel the strain of the rope binding him pulling his feet up into the air, leaving him even more exposed!
Oh, those bandits certainly will get good ol' Keith Keiser squirming; especially with what's coming up next! ;) Hopefully, it's not 'too' spicy for you to handle...!
The Boss stood back up, gesturing the two brutes to stand as well as he watched his new 'prize' struggling with the new restraints. He made sure that the hogtie rope was particularly short, making it so that even when Keith pulled his hands just slightly, his digitigrade feet would rise up high and show off the pads beneath them. Taking advantage of this, he gave said pads a bit of a tickling with his hands, eliciting uncontrolled squirming, muffled laughter and a reddened face from his prisoner... Eventually, however, he stopped
"Cute little feetsies you got, there...!" The Boss mocked as he walked up to Keith's front. "Almost makes me forget your species are supposed to be these mighty warriors in physical combat...!"
Keith, taking some deep breaths through his exposed nose after the tickle torture, growled through his gag once more. When he first became accustomed to living in mainland Mekkan after being banished from his home years ago, he didn't take much issue with his feet being uncovered like most others in Eastern Basitin society did. It just felt natural, especially since he spent his first few months on Mekkan living amongst Keidran, whom were VASTLY more body positive! Despite that stance, however, his body shivered in complete disgust when he felt the bandit leader rub his dirty hands on his paws; that was pretty much the Eastern Basitin equivalent to brushing a Human's...'most private part', to thing's bluntly...
Keith hated this whole damned situation VERY much, now! Whether it be the bindings that even King Adelaide would have some issue breaking out of, the fact that he fell for such a simple trap that got him into this mess in the first place, the constant heckling and mocking from his captors, and now them unintentionally touching him in ways his own species would find 'lewd' and 'non-consensual'; it all just kept on getting worse and worse! He prayed to The Masks that this would be over soon, but he knew that wasn't gonna be the case the moment he was laid on his back by The Boss and had his head placed on his lap. Outside his field of vision, a pile of dirty rags rose up beside his captor...
"Now comes my favorite part...!" The Boss said as his hands went for Keith's gag...
The Boss stood back up, gesturing the two brutes to stand as well as he watched his new 'prize' struggling with the new restraints. He made sure that the hogtie rope was particularly short, making it so that even when Keith pulled his hands just slightly, his digitigrade feet would rise up high and show off the pads beneath them. Taking advantage of this, he gave said pads a bit of a tickling with his hands, eliciting uncontrolled squirming, muffled laughter and a reddened face from his prisoner... Eventually, however, he stopped
"Cute little feetsies you got, there...!" The Boss mocked as he walked up to Keith's front. "Almost makes me forget your species are supposed to be these mighty warriors in physical combat...!"
Keith, taking some deep breaths through his exposed nose after the tickle torture, growled through his gag once more. When he first became accustomed to living in mainland Mekkan after being banished from his home years ago, he didn't take much issue with his feet being uncovered like most others in Eastern Basitin society did. It just felt natural, especially since he spent his first few months on Mekkan living amongst Keidran, whom were VASTLY more body positive! Despite that stance, however, his body shivered in complete disgust when he felt the bandit leader rub his dirty hands on his paws; that was pretty much the Eastern Basitin equivalent to brushing a Human's...'most private part', to thing's bluntly...
Keith hated this whole damned situation VERY much, now! Whether it be the bindings that even King Adelaide would have some issue breaking out of, the fact that he fell for such a simple trap that got him into this mess in the first place, the constant heckling and mocking from his captors, and now them unintentionally touching him in ways his own species would find 'lewd' and 'non-consensual'; it all just kept on getting worse and worse! He prayed to The Masks that this would be over soon, but he knew that wasn't gonna be the case the moment he was laid on his back by The Boss and had his head placed on his lap. Outside his field of vision, a pile of dirty rags rose up beside his captor...
"Now comes my favorite part...!" The Boss said as his hands went for Keith's gag...
What's funny is that the 'tickling' segment (something that I used to be a little into WAY back in the days when I first discovered DeviantArt) was completely unintentional. I was originally gonna have Keith get gagged even more, but when it got to the part where The Boss was brushing his pads, I remembered the fact that Eastern Basitin society considers uncovered feet extremely lewd; ergo, I wanted to play with that concept a little bit! Glad you still like it, regardless! ;)
Keith's bound body tensed up, bracing itself for whatever else his captor had in store for him... However, he soon grew confused by the latter's next action: sliding the gag off of his muzzle.
It was pointless to try and call for help, seeing as he and the gang of cutthroats were inside an abandoned cabin that was hidden within the forests on the outskirts of Edinmire. Instead of trying to do so, the Basitin decided to speak his mind!
"Y-you've...got some damned nerve...!" he spoke through a slight cough as he took a deep breath whilst also keeping the fact that he's the newly-appointed Ambassador General to himself. "And you're definitely right...when you said you couldn't take on my group in a fair fight...! We would've kicked your asses back to where you came from...!"
"Oh... Smug little bugger, aint'cha?" The Boss cooed, a snicker emanating from his lips as he grabbed one of the rags. "I always liked my prisoners being 'your' type... Makes breaking you in all the more satisfying...and makes what I'm gonna do next VERY appropriate!" With that, The Boss attempted to force the rag into Keith's mouth. The Basitin, however, knew it was coming the moment he saw said cloth, and went to keep his mouth closed.
"Come on, friend...!" The Boss ordered. "You and I both know this has to happen, eventually. Be a good little Basitin and open wide...!"
Keith's bound body tensed up, bracing itself for whatever else his captor had in store for him... However, he soon grew confused by the latter's next action: sliding the gag off of his muzzle.
It was pointless to try and call for help, seeing as he and the gang of cutthroats were inside an abandoned cabin that was hidden within the forests on the outskirts of Edinmire. Instead of trying to do so, the Basitin decided to speak his mind!
"Y-you've...got some damned nerve...!" he spoke through a slight cough as he took a deep breath whilst also keeping the fact that he's the newly-appointed Ambassador General to himself. "And you're definitely right...when you said you couldn't take on my group in a fair fight...! We would've kicked your asses back to where you came from...!"
"Oh... Smug little bugger, aint'cha?" The Boss cooed, a snicker emanating from his lips as he grabbed one of the rags. "I always liked my prisoners being 'your' type... Makes breaking you in all the more satisfying...and makes what I'm gonna do next VERY appropriate!" With that, The Boss attempted to force the rag into Keith's mouth. The Basitin, however, knew it was coming the moment he saw said cloth, and went to keep his mouth closed.
"Come on, friend...!" The Boss ordered. "You and I both know this has to happen, eventually. Be a good little Basitin and open wide...!"
It's definitely something Keith would do in this situation, I should think. Though, The Boss is right about one thing: it has to happen eventually...! ;)
Keith gave his captor a smug smile as he kept his mouth closed, determined to let this play out longer than it should. It would probably give his friends time to track him, or at least delay his captors from transporting him to Masks-know-where. And it seemed to be working just fine...up until The Boss did this next action...
Keeping with his playful demeanor, The Boss decided that it was for the better to get his prisoner's mouth open forcefully. 'Perhaps with a bit of pain?' he thought to himself, looking at the Basitin to see if there were any vulnerable spots. As he did so, he instinctively held his open hand out towards one of Keith's cat/rabbit-like ears and gently held it in his grip...
The moment he gave the pointed hearing organ a rub in his hand, The Boss felt his own ears ring when his prisoner suddenly shouted!
"YOU KEEP YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY EARS!" he yelled uncontrollably, unable to contain himself when The Boss did something that, in Basitin culture, was reserved as an extremely intimate gesture; one given only by a parent to a child...or a lover to his or her mate. "You're SO lucky I'm tied up right now, or else I'd be handing your ass on a silver platt-MPH!"
Unfortunately for Keith, that was exactly the opening The Boss needed to cram the dirty cloth clean inside his open maw...!
Keith gave his captor a smug smile as he kept his mouth closed, determined to let this play out longer than it should. It would probably give his friends time to track him, or at least delay his captors from transporting him to Masks-know-where. And it seemed to be working just fine...up until The Boss did this next action...
Keeping with his playful demeanor, The Boss decided that it was for the better to get his prisoner's mouth open forcefully. 'Perhaps with a bit of pain?' he thought to himself, looking at the Basitin to see if there were any vulnerable spots. As he did so, he instinctively held his open hand out towards one of Keith's cat/rabbit-like ears and gently held it in his grip...
The moment he gave the pointed hearing organ a rub in his hand, The Boss felt his own ears ring when his prisoner suddenly shouted!
"YOU KEEP YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY EARS!" he yelled uncontrollably, unable to contain himself when The Boss did something that, in Basitin culture, was reserved as an extremely intimate gesture; one given only by a parent to a child...or a lover to his or her mate. "You're SO lucky I'm tied up right now, or else I'd be handing your ass on a silver platt-MPH!"
Unfortunately for Keith, that was exactly the opening The Boss needed to cram the dirty cloth clean inside his open maw...!
Considering what these thugs are doing to him, I can't say I blame him for being pretty peeved... Not that that's gonna help him, though...! XD
The Boss winced and rubbed his own ears with one hand while he used the other to force the rag down Keith's throat, making sure the foul-tasting cloth was completely lathered all over the prisoner's tongue.
"Damn...!" he groaned a little, finishing up with the rubbing whilst still hearing some ringing within his eardrums. "Got yourself a fine pair of lungs if you can scream that loud... All the more reason to keep that trap shut!"
Keith, meanwhile, was also wincing and cringing; albeit, his was due to the tautness and horrid taste of the new gag, combined with The Boss forcefully keeping his mouth open to stuff more inside. He'd bite right down on his captor's hand too, if he could. But as of now, he was at their complete mercy, and all he could do was struggle within his bindings more as the stuffing kept dragging on and on...!
The Boss winced and rubbed his own ears with one hand while he used the other to force the rag down Keith's throat, making sure the foul-tasting cloth was completely lathered all over the prisoner's tongue.
"Damn...!" he groaned a little, finishing up with the rubbing whilst still hearing some ringing within his eardrums. "Got yourself a fine pair of lungs if you can scream that loud... All the more reason to keep that trap shut!"
Keith, meanwhile, was also wincing and cringing; albeit, his was due to the tautness and horrid taste of the new gag, combined with The Boss forcefully keeping his mouth open to stuff more inside. He'd bite right down on his captor's hand too, if he could. But as of now, he was at their complete mercy, and all he could do was struggle within his bindings more as the stuffing kept dragging on and on...!
Definitely! ;)
For the next few moments, Keith groaned in absolute disgust and wiggled as much as his straining bondage could allow as The Boss was finishing up stuffing the dirty rags into his mouth; the quantity of which was so much, it bloated up his cheeks and began to somewhat leak out from his slightly open maw. He tried to spit them all out, the rancid taste feeling as if it were mingling with his hot breath, but so much was crammed in that it was a near impossible feat to accomplish on his own...!
"There we go...!" The Boss heaved slightly as he held one last rag in front of Keith's vison, the latter growled through his muffled groaning when looking upon the final piece and having a slight sniff of it when it got close to his nose; out of all the rags, this one was the most foul-smelling. "Luckily for you, this one isn't actually going into your mouth...!"
Before he could question what his captor meant by that, the bound Basitin was then viciously grabbed from behind by one of the brutes and lifted up to his feet. The Boss, standing up and looking down on his slightly shorter prisoner, gave a sinister smile as he lifted up the previous cloth gag that was wrapped around Keith's mouth and put it back in place; preventing any of the rags within his cheeks from falling out. Finally, Keith could barely even squirm his head away as The Boss soon brought the reeking cloth forward and held it up to his nose, forcing his prisoner to breath through the disgusting piece as he tucked it into the replaced gag to keep it in its horrid place!
"I think this is ample-enough punishment, indeed...!" The Boss said as he gave a nod to his lackey, which resulted in him letting go of Keith and having him dropped onto the floor chest first. "You blow my ears out, I defile your taste and smell. It's only fair, after all...!"
For the next few moments, Keith groaned in absolute disgust and wiggled as much as his straining bondage could allow as The Boss was finishing up stuffing the dirty rags into his mouth; the quantity of which was so much, it bloated up his cheeks and began to somewhat leak out from his slightly open maw. He tried to spit them all out, the rancid taste feeling as if it were mingling with his hot breath, but so much was crammed in that it was a near impossible feat to accomplish on his own...!
"There we go...!" The Boss heaved slightly as he held one last rag in front of Keith's vison, the latter growled through his muffled groaning when looking upon the final piece and having a slight sniff of it when it got close to his nose; out of all the rags, this one was the most foul-smelling. "Luckily for you, this one isn't actually going into your mouth...!"
Before he could question what his captor meant by that, the bound Basitin was then viciously grabbed from behind by one of the brutes and lifted up to his feet. The Boss, standing up and looking down on his slightly shorter prisoner, gave a sinister smile as he lifted up the previous cloth gag that was wrapped around Keith's mouth and put it back in place; preventing any of the rags within his cheeks from falling out. Finally, Keith could barely even squirm his head away as The Boss soon brought the reeking cloth forward and held it up to his nose, forcing his prisoner to breath through the disgusting piece as he tucked it into the replaced gag to keep it in its horrid place!
"I think this is ample-enough punishment, indeed...!" The Boss said as he gave a nod to his lackey, which resulted in him letting go of Keith and having him dropped onto the floor chest first. "You blow my ears out, I defile your taste and smell. It's only fair, after all...!"
Very much so! A shame he can't do anything about it, though...! XD
Keith seethed and hissed his breaths in and out, the stench from the rag tucked into his gag and over his nose masking what little fresh air could be filtered in with a disgusting smell whose source he'd rather not know about. That, combined with the pain from the landing and the foul-tasting pile of cloth that was now trapped within his closed mouth, made the beleaguered Basitin very queasy and nauseous... It was lucky he was getting more faint and tired from the ongoing assault on his senses, for if he wasn't going to pass out, he'd probably be puking his guts out; and the thought of doing that with his maw blocked was not pleasant to think about at all!
Seeing that the 'session' of securing his prized prisoner was looking to be a success due to Keith's weakened struggling and groaning, The Boss smiled a wicked grin as he knelt down in front of him. "Looks like you're a little tuckered out, now..." he cooed, stroking his hand through the Basitin's puffy hair. "A shame, but oh well. I'm sure you'll be needing your rest now that you're all bundled up for the night... You'll need the strength for later!" With that, both The Boss and his brutes went out and walked towards the door to the room Keith was being held in.
"Goodnight, Basitin." Keith heard The Boss say as he closed the door and locked it from his side, leaving him alone in the darkness...
Keith seethed and hissed his breaths in and out, the stench from the rag tucked into his gag and over his nose masking what little fresh air could be filtered in with a disgusting smell whose source he'd rather not know about. That, combined with the pain from the landing and the foul-tasting pile of cloth that was now trapped within his closed mouth, made the beleaguered Basitin very queasy and nauseous... It was lucky he was getting more faint and tired from the ongoing assault on his senses, for if he wasn't going to pass out, he'd probably be puking his guts out; and the thought of doing that with his maw blocked was not pleasant to think about at all!
Seeing that the 'session' of securing his prized prisoner was looking to be a success due to Keith's weakened struggling and groaning, The Boss smiled a wicked grin as he knelt down in front of him. "Looks like you're a little tuckered out, now..." he cooed, stroking his hand through the Basitin's puffy hair. "A shame, but oh well. I'm sure you'll be needing your rest now that you're all bundled up for the night... You'll need the strength for later!" With that, both The Boss and his brutes went out and walked towards the door to the room Keith was being held in.
"Goodnight, Basitin." Keith heard The Boss say as he closed the door and locked it from his side, leaving him alone in the darkness...
Man, I've been pretty mean to my fave Basitin boi with this interpretation... Perhaps a bit of hope should suffice for an ending...! ;)
The moment the door was closed, Keith put both his specie's highly-renowned durability and what little knowledge he had of his military training as a kid to good use by forcing himself to push against both his tight bindings and the attack on his smell and taste senses due to his gag. It didn't help much, and he could still feel himself slowly growing more and more fatigued as time went on, but he was determined to use what little of the waking hours he had left; whether it was for formulating a plan to escape or at least loosen up the bindings.
Eventually, however, his newfound bondage soon caught up to him and he began to rest on the wooden floor. He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been squirming; seconds, minutes, hours? There was no way of telling due to him being locked up deep within the cabin and away from any windows that showed off the outside world, but in the end, Keith decided that wouldn't matter too much. He did agree with his captor on one thing: he needed his rest...
Straining his bound body however he can in order to get himself slightly comfortable, Keith closed his yellow eyes and tried his best to get some sleep despite the horrid taste and smell of his gag making thing's difficult. There was no telling what would happen tomorrow, but only one thought came to the Ambassador General's mind before sleep soon took him: the image of a certain 'gender-confused' Wolf Keidran whom he considered his new mate sleeping beside him...
'I hope you find me soon, Natani...' Keith thought to himself as his vision darkened. 'I'd hate to leave you now, after all you've done for me...and what I've done for you in turn...!'
The moment the door was closed, Keith put both his specie's highly-renowned durability and what little knowledge he had of his military training as a kid to good use by forcing himself to push against both his tight bindings and the attack on his smell and taste senses due to his gag. It didn't help much, and he could still feel himself slowly growing more and more fatigued as time went on, but he was determined to use what little of the waking hours he had left; whether it was for formulating a plan to escape or at least loosen up the bindings.
Eventually, however, his newfound bondage soon caught up to him and he began to rest on the wooden floor. He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been squirming; seconds, minutes, hours? There was no way of telling due to him being locked up deep within the cabin and away from any windows that showed off the outside world, but in the end, Keith decided that wouldn't matter too much. He did agree with his captor on one thing: he needed his rest...
Straining his bound body however he can in order to get himself slightly comfortable, Keith closed his yellow eyes and tried his best to get some sleep despite the horrid taste and smell of his gag making thing's difficult. There was no telling what would happen tomorrow, but only one thought came to the Ambassador General's mind before sleep soon took him: the image of a certain 'gender-confused' Wolf Keidran whom he considered his new mate sleeping beside him...
'I hope you find me soon, Natani...' Keith thought to himself as his vision darkened. 'I'd hate to leave you now, after all you've done for me...and what I've done for you in turn...!'
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