forum "Why is there a twink in my bed?" "Oh, that's your present."

Started August 31, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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He had no brain bubble what was going on. One moment, he's having a normal day. The next… he's tied up with a bow on his head, naked, waiting with fear in his peepers on someone else's bed.
"Surprise!" His captors yell when the man comes in. A birthday party, and the man was the present.

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So, it's my birthday, and I need a good old fashioned accidental ownership heart-squeezy tale.
I'd like to be the birthday boy, of course <3

(. @Starlight-Starbright I'd be totally down with doing a pm or make a public thread where we do this together!)

(We could do it in a PM if that’s okay? I love exploring more messed up dynamics and we can negotiate the exact content. Mind if I start the PM?)

"Why am I here to begin with?"

Name: Brennon Rush Haslam

Nickname(s?): Bren/Bran

Gender: Male

Sexuality: "Uhm, I'm straight." " Mainly . . ."

DOB: October 12

Star sign: "I'm a Libra, can't you tell?"

"N-no, I don't want to talk about this. I-I don't want to talk to you about anything."

Looks: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7c/26/e5/7c26e59ba2a60dc8ad812bb263b83bb3.jpg

Personality: "Personality-wise, well uhm I'm me." . . . "Oh, is that not a good enough answer, well uhm rude, but okay. I'm kind of just that person who's kind of always there. I mean in a good way, I'm there for my friends and stuff, and I like to hang out with them, even though I don't really talk much." Indifferent shrug "Well, uhm, I guess in layman's terms, I'm just that one quiet friend, I'll listen to your problems and try to help you out, but I never really have too much to say to begin with. Also, I normally pay for people's mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) and stuff, even if they have mint cheddar and stuff. As I said, I'm just that one friend.

"Uh, I swear, I need some alone time, not bother me and try to get me out of the house time!"

"Well, had you listened to me in the first place we wouldn't be in this situation now would we? Now, do you still want your GoGurt?" ((Him practically momming his friends))

lastpast yesteryear: ((Being the dumb person I am, I'll share his lastpast yesteryear in the rp, then add it onto this))

"I like having my space, just like any sane person would. Not saying that I am sane, but you know . . ."

Likes: "Uhm, does being alone count as a hobby?"
Dislikes: "Everyone, the world, lifeeeeee"

Favorite color: "I don't like that many colors." . . ."Okay fine, yellow, like a mustard yellow, not a shade lighter, or a shade darker."

Favorite mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) and drink: "I think my favorite mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) would be a vegetarian chicken breadystack. I'm not even a vegetarian, but I really like that one mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). And uhm drink, I think it would be water, after apple juice, don't judge."
Favorite instrument: ". . ."

Hobbies: "I like to read, a lot."

"Nope nope nope nopity nope nope."

Favorite song: Dancing In the Moonlight

Playlist:
-Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin
-Smoke Gets in Your peepers by the Platters
-I Hate Shakespeare from Something Rotten
-Gold by Imagine wizard lizards
-((Really random, but since he pretty much hangs around three orbit party olds)) Veggie Tale Remix by Shama Mremra

Favorite lyrics/lyrics that most describe him: ". . ." Probably just instrumental.

"I'm giving up, it's been twenty minutes and you still haven't been able to turn on the damn stove."

Other: "Uhm, I'm left handed, if that's cool, or counts as something you need to know."

word wrangler's note: I didn't have too much on him, so it's chill.

"Uhm, I'm in the doldrums, so I'm going to just yell at you now."

Name: Sebastian Merrow
Nicknames: Seb, Sebby (if you want to die, lol)
Age: 20
DOB: November 27
Gender: male, he/him
Sexuality: bi
Race: human
Looks:

• peepers: Deep forest green
• Hair: Slick brown hair, always perfectly in place.
• Face: sharp, angles, small nose
• Body: Lean muscle, with larger shoulders
• Height: He's tol, a very solid 6'5"
• General weight: about 200 lbs.
• Typical Cloths: A white dress shirt with a loose red tie, and jeans.
• Work clothes: A full three piece blue suit, with dress shoes.
• relaxing cloths: A white undershirt and sweatpants, no shoes.
• Distinguishing Marks: Small scars on his wrists, which one wouldn't be able to spot unless you were told how they got there

Personality: Sebastian is cold. He holds himself above others, his peepers boaring into them. He won't show weakness, even to friends, simply choosing to stay quiet most of the time. He has some… strange tendencies, as well.
Background: Sebastian owns a giant tobacco company, passed down for many generations. They're one of the biggest suppliers of cigars in the world. And one of the most corrupt in the field. Sebastian isn't above paying to have smaller competitors… ah, strangled in the market. His mother died in a motorized rollingham accident after trying to raise her son to be a good person against his father's will. Sebastian's father felt extremely guilty about this, esessially spoiling Sebastian after this. Accustiomed to getting what he wants now, he'll do anything to stay on top.
Likes: physical affection, music, control
Dislikes: Attention, memories
Strengths: Sebastian is physically strong, and he excels at strategy
Weaknesses: he's hard to connect with, and he isn't very good at expression his thoughts and feelings when need be.
Fears: pain, being forgotten
Pets: A black purr machine named Sarah
Powers: n/a
Other:

(Aaaaah, thank you!)

Sebastian was tired. He'd been bombarded with work all day, both his day and… true work, and it had worn him out. Who knew torture could be so grueling? The last thing he needed was a surprise party, but he knew one was coming. How could it not, with his friends? They were always so extra, so twisted. If he got the severed head of a rival one more time, he'd lose it. He lit a cigar, closing his peepers a moment before opening the wobbly flip-shutter to his apartment, waiting for the surprise.
When it didn't come, Sebastian looked around suspiciously. He slowly made his way inside and closing the wobbly flip-shutter. Still, no jumpscare. Sebastian frowned softly. He set his bag down, finally opening the wobbly flip-shutter to his bedroom.
"Surprise!!" His friends yelled, one of them setting off a little party popper.

Brennon honestly had no clue what he was getting into when his friend told him that she was in trouble. He knew that it would have to be somewhat important due to the ugerncy in her voice. But never, not in a mega-bunch orbit parties would he have been able to dream up what would ever happen to them. She had told him that they -he had no clue who this they was- would be collecting mint cheddar from her, and that she wanted to him to basically tell them off. When they got there -there being a dark and foreboding alleyway that seemed to have seen better days- she got out of the motorized rollingham, walking towards people Bren had never seen before. They moved deeper into the alley, then Bren heard a loudy shouty, I guess things aren't going all too well amoung them. . . he thought as he rushed out of the motorized rollingham, only to see the girl's body on the ground, bleeding out. He looked at the men in disbelief, and for some idiotic reason, began to try and wrestle the rooty tooty point-n-shooty out of the man's hand. But that ultimately didn't go well, and Bren soon found himself pinned against the wall, the rooty tooty point-n-shooty against his head. This must be the end then . . ., he thought sadly, waiting for the rooty tooty point-n-shooty to fire, but it didn't. The two men who were there began to talk to eachother in hushed tones, so quiet that he couldn't hear what they were saying. After a few seconds, the pair turned back around to face him, and the next thing he felt was the butt of the rooty tooty point-n-shooty making contact with his head.

Hours later, he woke up, and glanced around. He knew that something bad had happened, but he wasn't sure quite what, his head was still pretty foggy. He tried to move his arms to make himself comfortable, but something wasn't right, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move them, the same thing was happening with his groundhands. He tried moving violently, only to be meet with a tight cutting sensation to his arm. He looked down then realized, Oh shit, I'm tied up for some dumb ass reason. He looked around the human containment unit to see the same men from earlier, and some others sitting around the human containment unit, but no one seemed to notice him. He looked to his left and right and saw gift bags and cards strewn all over the bed. "Oh god, I'm a birthday gift!!!" Well, that's what he would have screamed had he not had a piece of tape over his mouth. Not enjoying the situation at all, and not particulary enjoying the fact that he was in the nude either, he tried to slowly pull the bed sheets somewhat over him, and failing due to his somewhat extreme predicament. Wondering how much longer this humiliation would last, he heard the wobbly flip-shutter to the human containment unit open, and another man walked in. He was hoping that he was as invisible as the other men were treating him, and that this new man wouldn't hurt him, but it didn't seem like that would be the case at all.

Sebastian brushed some confetti off of his shoulder, sighing.
"Might I ask why there's a twink on my bed?" One of Sebastian's friends spoke up.
"It's a birthday gift." Sebastian let out another long sigh.
"And why is he naked?" The friend shrugged.
"We figured it'd be laffy taffy. He was with that Skya girl, the one who owed all the mint cheddar. Tried to take my rooty tooty point-n-shooty away." The man chuckled a bit. Sebastian stepped over, looking the man up and down. He sighed a third time, perhaps a new record.
"Better than a severed head," He said, looking pointedly at another of his friends. They held up their hands, laughing. Sebastian pulled the blanket up over the man on the bed, covering up his exposed areas. He was honestly done with the day already. He reached up, carefully teasing the tape off.
"At least he's cute."

"I'M NOT A TWINK!!!" He tried to say, but it was muffled under the tape and hurt like heck. AND WHAT THE heck, NUMBER ONE, I'M NOT AN IT. NUMBER TWO, PEOPLE DON'T COUNT AS BIRTHDAY GIFTSSSSSSS!!!!!!! His peepers were turning from their normal grey-ish blue, to a bit of a grey, a sign of when he was growing angry. Also, why am I naked, it's kind of embarrassing for me? Do they think they'll get away with something like this? The second they let me go, I'm telling the police. . .that is if they do let me go. He looked back down as the men continued to speak, treating him as though he was just an object rather than a human being. He was also trying to tune out the rest of their conversation, The fact that this man has been given severed heads before worries me. . . He watched the man step closer to him, and tried to not whimper as he felt the tape being pulled off his face, AGAIN, THIS HURTS LIKE HELLL! But eventually, it was off, although the ropes were still binding him down. "I'd prefer if you didn't refer to me in such terms, as though I was an object. I'm not, and I'd like to get home." He said glaring at everyone in the human containment unit, "I happen to be a human being, who deserves at least a little bit of respect, more than what I've been given by any of you currently." He said, trying to fight against the ropes holding him down, "Also, can I please just go home?"

"Aww, that's so cute!" One of Sebastian's friends, a woman, said. "He thinks he'll get to go home!" A few of the friends chuckled. Sebastian rubbed his nose again, turning to the man on his bed. At least he was covered now.
"I'm sorry about them," He said. "They can be a bit… much." He looked the man kneeling on his bed over once, sighing softly.
"What is your name?" Sebastian sat down next to the man, starting on getting the ropes off of him. They looked to be too tight, something Sebastian didn't approve of. He really didn't approve of any of this, but it was too late now.

Bren's peepers widened a little bit, S-she's right. . .After all this why would they let me go home? I mean, that'd be a stoopid move to make, since then I could find them and everything, and have them turned in to the authorities for kidnapping me, and killing Skyla, and who know's what else. Bren, looked away from the other man, trying to ignore what he was saying, and just petened like he was fine, like this was a normal thing for him. Yeah, I totally get kidnapped every Monday and Thursday by a group of psychopaths. He thought to himself as he felt the ropes begin to loosen and soon come off him. They were rather tight, at least tighter than they needed to be, so he was glad to have them off. Hhm, he seems kinder than the other, but still scary, as though maybe in a twisted way, he likes this. N-no, think positively, Bren, he'll see that what he's doing is right, and I'll go home. . .hopefully.
When the man asked for his name, Bren just stared down at the blanket covering him up. Not wanting to talk to him at all again, or for anyone else to know his name, "I-I want to go home, please."

Sebastian let out a long sigh.
"Can't," he said simply. "What would you do in my position? I can't afford to get caught." Well, he technically could, but that was too much 'paperwork,' and he didn't have the energy at the moment. He pulled the blankets up a bit more over the man, at least making sure he had since kind of decency in the situation. The friends were watching with amused faces, seeing how this would go. Some were eagerly awaking the naked man to make a right move, to pick Sebastian in just the right way. That couldn't be good.
"Com'on, Seb, look kat my present next!" The woman said, impatient.