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Authors Note: I don't own any of these characters, although I wish I did, and I claim to know nothing about their sexuality or private lives. If you don't like mentions of rape, blatant sexism and humiliation, close your tab right fuckin' now. Please R&R, because that would make me very happy :D
Jared looked up at his reflection in the full length mirror with wide eyes, his cheekbones hollow and his skin pallid and ghostly white. His eyes travelled down the reflection of his recent transformation and he sighed, not finding the dress he was wearing very flattering. His collarbones were protruding out unnaturally, as well as his hipbones and his legs resembled toothpicks. He didn’t feel very sassy or beautiful, he just felt hollow and depleted, he had no eyebrows, his eyes were sunken and he had dark circles from getting no sleep. Not very pretty at all. He heard footsteps pattering along the hall and quickly turned to the door, which creaked open, someone walking in with their head down.
“You look beautiful.” Shannon laughed, his sunglasses hiding the amusement in his eyes.
“Fuck you, no I don’t.”
Shannon could see that his brother was unhappy, from the way he looked at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was because of his extreme dieting, or he was tired, or it was because his high heels were hurting him. He watched him look in the mirror, examining the peach floral dress, the blonde wig and the faux fur jacket with a look of discontent on his face. His purple tights were laddered and ripped; he didn’t know how he had done that as he had only just put them on. Being a woman was hard. He would never, ever moan at a girl for taking too long on her hair, makeup or other beautification methods ever again.
“Come on, give me a twirl.”
“Not now, Shannon.” Jared groaned, sounding fed up.
“Please?”
Oh no, the oh-so familiar puppy eyes. He couldn’t resist those. Jared heaved a huge sigh and rolled his eyes at his brother, fed up of this happening every time he got into his costume. He was subjected to Shannon’s taunting and harassing, taking the piss out of him when he was only just getting used to hiding in his room and prancing around in his room in his heels. He turned around quickly in a 360° spin, the skirt on the dress fanning out around his skinny little knees.
“You look so pretty in that dress. A smile would make you look even prettier.”
“Leave me alone.”
Jared was getting even more fed up by the minute; he didn’t want to be the victim of Shannon’s jokes any more. He didn’t want to be laughed at, or be called beautiful. He felt that rare anger flare up inside of him once more, and then balled his fists at his sides, looking down at the floor with sad eyes, trying to keep his cool. He hated being laughed at, especially by his own brother, who was meant to be supportive of him, and help him through his inhibitions.
“You know, maybe you should eat something.”
“No! I’m not skinny enough! Leave me the fuck alone!”
Shannon’s eyes opened wide when Jared said this, he had seen this behaviour from him before. It reminded him of visiting Jared in a trailer on the set of Requiem for a Dream, he was a bag of skin and bones, he was making himself ill, and he was passing out on set, and hallucinating. He had lost 30 pounds, but he was still intent on losing more. This was the same scenario; it was like going back twelve years in time.
“I’m only playing with you… come on, Jared. You can’t just play Rayon, you have to be Rayon. Embrace that sassy little fucker.”
“Get out of my room or I swear-”
“Tim, get in here.”
Jared’s heart started to pound out of his chest as he heard Shannon call Tim in. He didn’t want Tim to see him like this, he was sure it would end in torment and embarrassment, like it always did with Shannon. Tim strolled in, intimidating with his impressive height and his all black ensemble, topped off with his trademark beanie, and then looked Jared up and down with a smirk.
“Shannon, please make him go away-”
“No can do, you have to get in character. And by that, you have to be happy. Tim is here to help with that.”
Tim stood by and nodded slowly, and Jared found that the most annoying, most patronising thing he could have done. He clenched his jaw, then his fists, ready to punch him if he said anything. He was not taking anyone’s shit, especially not Tim’s, or Shannon’s. He watched Tim carefully, if there was even a hint of a smile on his face, he would beat the shit out of him, and make him sorry for taking the piss.
“You’re so hot; I’d bed you, man or woman.”
“That’s it!”
Jared raised his fist and tried to hit Tim, only to have him grab his wrist and stop him from doing anything. He struggled against him, and tried to hit him with his other hand, only to be intercepted again. Tim pushed him backwards onto the bed so that he toppled over in his heels, falling onto the soft, clean sheets. His blonde wig was ripped from his head, and Tim’s hand swiftly made its way around Jared’s neck, choking him a little. The older man writhed around uncomfortably, trying to escape as best he could. Tim’s free hand made its way to the bottom of Jared’s hideous dress, lifting up the skirt slowly, and then ripped off the purple tights, to reveal black lace panties with a bow at the top. He started to fondle with the top of Jared’s cock, slowly massaging it, making him squirm even more.
“Don’t you dare!” He shouted, trying to kick him away, maybe his heels would cause him a lot of pain.
“Come on, Jared… I’m doing you a big favour.”
“Get the fuck away from me!”
He tried to beat Tim off, his fists curled up and striking as hard as he could. Any attempt he made was futile; Tim was so much stronger than him, and he was weak from his fasting. He wanted to be left alone, and he knew exactly what was going to happen to him, so there was no point in struggling. Tim would get his way, and rape him; this was a regular occurrence and he was too scared to tell anyone just in case he did it again.
“Shannon, I think it’s time we showed him-”
“Showed me what?!”
Shannon pinned his wrists down to the bed, while Tim pulled something out of his pockets. Jared couldn’t see, and that made him even more desperate to get away, so he screamed, hoping that someone in the house would hear him. There must have been someone that could have helped him.
“No one can hear you. Don’t bother screaming.”
Tim’s strong hands prised his legs open and he quivered a little, his cock hardening between his legs, he was scared but he was so excited to have Tim inside him, the perverse wave of pleasure rolling over him. No matter how much he fought, he couldn’t stop him. He relaxed his body and stopped fighting because he knew that if Tim fucked him, it would hurt more if he struggled. Letting out a deep breath, he felt things being inserted into his asshole, one by one.
“Wh-what is that?”
“Anal beads. They also have a little remote control, so they vibrate. You’re going to wear these all day, until I want you to take them out.” Tim grinned, starting to pull Jared’s panties back up.
Shannon laughed as Tim put Jared’s tights back on and pulled him off of the bed, allowing him to slip his shoes on. He kept his eyes averted from the stare of both men, and thought about what they could do next. He felt leather being placed around his neck, a chain attached to the piece. This chain twisted around Tim’s hand, and he started tugging at it, pulling Jared out of the room and down the stairs. Jared hadn’t gotten used to walking in his heels down the stairs yet, so he was extra careful, but he still kept up with Tim. They got into the kitchen, and Jared was pushed to the floor, Tim pulling at the chain so hard that his collar was becoming tight and choking him.
“We’re going to put you to work, like a real woman.”
“Fuck you, I am not-”
Jared’s remark was silenced by an unpleasant taste in his mouth; leather. Shannon had been the one to bring a gag downstairs, so that they didn’t have to hear his insults, or hear him moan when Tim turned on the vibrating balls. All that could be heard after that was the sound of muffled curses and unpleasantries. He didn’t like it when he couldn’t talk.
“You’re going to start by scrubbing the floor, with your cute little ass in the air. After that, you’re going to dust the whole house. Then you’re going to cook dinner. I don’t care if you’re fasting and the thought of food makes you feel physically ill, you will do it. If you dare drool on anything, I will spank you until you’re black and blue.”
“You might want this too.” Shannon smiled, putting the blonde wig back on Jared’s head, watching him get onto all fours.
Tim then placed a bucket of hot, soapy water and a sponge next to Jared, and got the little remote control out of his pocket. Jared started to feel the balls in his ass, pulsating and throbbing as he cleaned the floor. As he was watched by Tim and Shannon; he scrubbed on all fours for what felt like hours, until he started to get tired. When he stopped, he received a hard slap to the face, so he quickly resumed, trying to get the job done properly, but in minimal time. The anal beads made him feel hot, they made his whole body tense up and quiver, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He liked this feeling, but it scared him a lot. He didn’t want to cum in his dress and his tights, he’d ruin them.
“I think you’re finished now, whore. How about we skip the dusting, and you can get cooking. Watching you all hot and flustered like that has made me hungry.”
Jared shook his head quickly in defiance, refusing to do as he was told. There was no way he was being treated like a slave, a housewife to a dominant, sexist husband. No fucking way. He wasn’t being used like that. The chain on the collar he was wearing was yanked once again, and he looked up at Tim, who still had a huge grin on his face. The remote control came out of the taller man’s pocket, and the intensity of the vibrations became stronger, making Jared let out a loud moan from behind the gag, his icy blue eyes lidded and his whole body going into frenzy.
“Get the fuck up or I will make you come right here, right now, and I will record it, and then show it to everyone down in The Lab.”
Shit, he guessed that he had no choice. He couldn’t be ridiculed like that, in front of all the people he worked for. He had always tried to be professional and set good examples for all of his employees, he was meant to be a businessman, not a common whore to his brother and one of their best friends. He got up from the floor and stood up straight in front of his master, peering through long eyelashes. The chain on his collar was attached to the handle on the oven, meaning he wasn’t getting out of the kitchen any time soon, but it was long enough for him to walk around the room freely.
“Get cooking, slut.”
Jared quickly scurried off in his high heels, nearly collapsing to the floor, his legs quivering from nerves and sexual pleasure. Reaching into the fridge, he pulled out some vegetables and took them over to the counter, chopping them on a plastic board. With each little cut he made, the bangles on his wrists starting jingling, moving up and down his arms. He was concentrating on not cutting his fingers off, when he felt someone get closer to him, getting closer to the side of his face, nuzzling his neck and his ear. He knew it was Tim, he could feel the slight stubble prickling his skin. He held his grip on his knife tighter, looking down at it, admiring the sharp blade. He quickly turned to Tim, the knife in hand, and put it to the younger man’s neck, right up against the skin. He quickly untied the gag from the back of his head, spitting out the horrible tasting leather bit, and then pushed Tim into the nearest wall.
“Whoa, what do you think you’re doing?” Shannon said quickly, rushing towards the pair.
“Get the fuck out of my house or I swear to God, I will sit your throat.” Jared said quietly, his voice venomous and evil.
He was now so angry that he was shaking, he was gritting his teeth and his eyes were alight with a manic fire that showed that he wasn’t going to be controlled anymore; he was fed up of doing the most mundane of tasks in full drag, chained to the oven, tending to every one of their needs. He took in several deep breaths, trying to calm himself, pressing the blade even further into Tim’s throat, starting to create a miniscule cut with a slight bit of bleeding.
“Jared-”
That was when Shannon had to step in and intervene, he couldn’t let Jared do that to Tim, he wasn’t himself, and even though Tim deserved it, he couldn’t allow his brother to murder his best friend. Thinking for a little while, he had to make Jared snap out of it, maybe using a little cognitive recalibration. Rushing over to Jared’s cupboard of kitchen utensils, he pulled out a long, wooden rolling pin, and swung it like a baseball bat trying to score a home run, landing it with a thwack into the side of Jared’s head, knocking him totally unconscious.
*
Waking up with a groggy head, his reactions unusually sluggish and weak, Jared looked around, noticing that he was back in his bedroom, sitting bolt upright on his bed. His mouth was sealed off again, with a silicone ball between his teeth, his wrists symbiotic with the bed frame. This was all Tim’s fault. Shannon would have never done this to him. He realised that he could deal with the torment, but not this. This was horrible; he didn’t like it at all. Once his vision had returned back to normal, he looked down at the bed sheets, to see at least three dozen Polaroid pictures scattered over the bed. Taking a closer look, he noticed that the person in these photos was him, or should he say ‘her’. His heart started beating faster, his breath hitching a little. Those sick bastards! Scanning the glossy bits of paper, he saw images of himself unconscious, gagged, in tight bondage and violated in nearly every way he could think of. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, and he felt physically sick. That was when he saw the note.
There’s more in The Lab, enjoy x
No. This couldn’t be happening. Not to him. This was everything he feared, and his worst nightmares were becoming reality. His eyes started welling up, the salty tears stinging and burning in the corners, then he just let it all go, fat teardrops rolling and cascading down his cheeks. He would get them back, and they would pay.
Jared looked up at his reflection in the full length mirror with wide eyes, his cheekbones hollow and his skin pallid and ghostly white. His eyes travelled down the reflection of his recent transformation and he sighed, not finding the dress he was wearing very flattering. His collarbones were protruding out unnaturally, as well as his hipbones and his legs resembled toothpicks. He didn’t feel very sassy or beautiful, he just felt hollow and depleted, he had no eyebrows, his eyes were sunken and he had dark circles from getting no sleep. Not very pretty at all. He heard footsteps pattering along the hall and quickly turned to the door, which creaked open, someone walking in with their head down.
“You look beautiful.” Shannon laughed, his sunglasses hiding the amusement in his eyes.
“Fuck you, no I don’t.”
Shannon could see that his brother was unhappy, from the way he looked at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was because of his extreme dieting, or he was tired, or it was because his high heels were hurting him. He watched him look in the mirror, examining the peach floral dress, the blonde wig and the faux fur jacket with a look of discontent on his face. His purple tights were laddered and ripped; he didn’t know how he had done that as he had only just put them on. Being a woman was hard. He would never, ever moan at a girl for taking too long on her hair, makeup or other beautification methods ever again.
“Come on, give me a twirl.”
“Not now, Shannon.” Jared groaned, sounding fed up.
“Please?”
Oh no, the oh-so familiar puppy eyes. He couldn’t resist those. Jared heaved a huge sigh and rolled his eyes at his brother, fed up of this happening every time he got into his costume. He was subjected to Shannon’s taunting and harassing, taking the piss out of him when he was only just getting used to hiding in his room and prancing around in his room in his heels. He turned around quickly in a 360° spin, the skirt on the dress fanning out around his skinny little knees.
“You look so pretty in that dress. A smile would make you look even prettier.”
“Leave me alone.”
Jared was getting even more fed up by the minute; he didn’t want to be the victim of Shannon’s jokes any more. He didn’t want to be laughed at, or be called beautiful. He felt that rare anger flare up inside of him once more, and then balled his fists at his sides, looking down at the floor with sad eyes, trying to keep his cool. He hated being laughed at, especially by his own brother, who was meant to be supportive of him, and help him through his inhibitions.
“You know, maybe you should eat something.”
“No! I’m not skinny enough! Leave me the fuck alone!”
Shannon’s eyes opened wide when Jared said this, he had seen this behaviour from him before. It reminded him of visiting Jared in a trailer on the set of Requiem for a Dream, he was a bag of skin and bones, he was making himself ill, and he was passing out on set, and hallucinating. He had lost 30 pounds, but he was still intent on losing more. This was the same scenario; it was like going back twelve years in time.
“I’m only playing with you… come on, Jared. You can’t just play Rayon, you have to be Rayon. Embrace that sassy little fucker.”
“Get out of my room or I swear-”
“Tim, get in here.”
Jared’s heart started to pound out of his chest as he heard Shannon call Tim in. He didn’t want Tim to see him like this, he was sure it would end in torment and embarrassment, like it always did with Shannon. Tim strolled in, intimidating with his impressive height and his all black ensemble, topped off with his trademark beanie, and then looked Jared up and down with a smirk.
“Shannon, please make him go away-”
“No can do, you have to get in character. And by that, you have to be happy. Tim is here to help with that.”
Tim stood by and nodded slowly, and Jared found that the most annoying, most patronising thing he could have done. He clenched his jaw, then his fists, ready to punch him if he said anything. He was not taking anyone’s shit, especially not Tim’s, or Shannon’s. He watched Tim carefully, if there was even a hint of a smile on his face, he would beat the shit out of him, and make him sorry for taking the piss.
“You’re so hot; I’d bed you, man or woman.”
“That’s it!”
Jared raised his fist and tried to hit Tim, only to have him grab his wrist and stop him from doing anything. He struggled against him, and tried to hit him with his other hand, only to be intercepted again. Tim pushed him backwards onto the bed so that he toppled over in his heels, falling onto the soft, clean sheets. His blonde wig was ripped from his head, and Tim’s hand swiftly made its way around Jared’s neck, choking him a little. The older man writhed around uncomfortably, trying to escape as best he could. Tim’s free hand made its way to the bottom of Jared’s hideous dress, lifting up the skirt slowly, and then ripped off the purple tights, to reveal black lace panties with a bow at the top. He started to fondle with the top of Jared’s cock, slowly massaging it, making him squirm even more.
“Don’t you dare!” He shouted, trying to kick him away, maybe his heels would cause him a lot of pain.
“Come on, Jared… I’m doing you a big favour.”
“Get the fuck away from me!”
He tried to beat Tim off, his fists curled up and striking as hard as he could. Any attempt he made was futile; Tim was so much stronger than him, and he was weak from his fasting. He wanted to be left alone, and he knew exactly what was going to happen to him, so there was no point in struggling. Tim would get his way, and rape him; this was a regular occurrence and he was too scared to tell anyone just in case he did it again.
“Shannon, I think it’s time we showed him-”
“Showed me what?!”
Shannon pinned his wrists down to the bed, while Tim pulled something out of his pockets. Jared couldn’t see, and that made him even more desperate to get away, so he screamed, hoping that someone in the house would hear him. There must have been someone that could have helped him.
“No one can hear you. Don’t bother screaming.”
Tim’s strong hands prised his legs open and he quivered a little, his cock hardening between his legs, he was scared but he was so excited to have Tim inside him, the perverse wave of pleasure rolling over him. No matter how much he fought, he couldn’t stop him. He relaxed his body and stopped fighting because he knew that if Tim fucked him, it would hurt more if he struggled. Letting out a deep breath, he felt things being inserted into his asshole, one by one.
“Wh-what is that?”
“Anal beads. They also have a little remote control, so they vibrate. You’re going to wear these all day, until I want you to take them out.” Tim grinned, starting to pull Jared’s panties back up.
Shannon laughed as Tim put Jared’s tights back on and pulled him off of the bed, allowing him to slip his shoes on. He kept his eyes averted from the stare of both men, and thought about what they could do next. He felt leather being placed around his neck, a chain attached to the piece. This chain twisted around Tim’s hand, and he started tugging at it, pulling Jared out of the room and down the stairs. Jared hadn’t gotten used to walking in his heels down the stairs yet, so he was extra careful, but he still kept up with Tim. They got into the kitchen, and Jared was pushed to the floor, Tim pulling at the chain so hard that his collar was becoming tight and choking him.
“We’re going to put you to work, like a real woman.”
“Fuck you, I am not-”
Jared’s remark was silenced by an unpleasant taste in his mouth; leather. Shannon had been the one to bring a gag downstairs, so that they didn’t have to hear his insults, or hear him moan when Tim turned on the vibrating balls. All that could be heard after that was the sound of muffled curses and unpleasantries. He didn’t like it when he couldn’t talk.
“You’re going to start by scrubbing the floor, with your cute little ass in the air. After that, you’re going to dust the whole house. Then you’re going to cook dinner. I don’t care if you’re fasting and the thought of food makes you feel physically ill, you will do it. If you dare drool on anything, I will spank you until you’re black and blue.”
“You might want this too.” Shannon smiled, putting the blonde wig back on Jared’s head, watching him get onto all fours.
Tim then placed a bucket of hot, soapy water and a sponge next to Jared, and got the little remote control out of his pocket. Jared started to feel the balls in his ass, pulsating and throbbing as he cleaned the floor. As he was watched by Tim and Shannon; he scrubbed on all fours for what felt like hours, until he started to get tired. When he stopped, he received a hard slap to the face, so he quickly resumed, trying to get the job done properly, but in minimal time. The anal beads made him feel hot, they made his whole body tense up and quiver, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He liked this feeling, but it scared him a lot. He didn’t want to cum in his dress and his tights, he’d ruin them.
“I think you’re finished now, whore. How about we skip the dusting, and you can get cooking. Watching you all hot and flustered like that has made me hungry.”
Jared shook his head quickly in defiance, refusing to do as he was told. There was no way he was being treated like a slave, a housewife to a dominant, sexist husband. No fucking way. He wasn’t being used like that. The chain on the collar he was wearing was yanked once again, and he looked up at Tim, who still had a huge grin on his face. The remote control came out of the taller man’s pocket, and the intensity of the vibrations became stronger, making Jared let out a loud moan from behind the gag, his icy blue eyes lidded and his whole body going into frenzy.
“Get the fuck up or I will make you come right here, right now, and I will record it, and then show it to everyone down in The Lab.”
Shit, he guessed that he had no choice. He couldn’t be ridiculed like that, in front of all the people he worked for. He had always tried to be professional and set good examples for all of his employees, he was meant to be a businessman, not a common whore to his brother and one of their best friends. He got up from the floor and stood up straight in front of his master, peering through long eyelashes. The chain on his collar was attached to the handle on the oven, meaning he wasn’t getting out of the kitchen any time soon, but it was long enough for him to walk around the room freely.
“Get cooking, slut.”
Jared quickly scurried off in his high heels, nearly collapsing to the floor, his legs quivering from nerves and sexual pleasure. Reaching into the fridge, he pulled out some vegetables and took them over to the counter, chopping them on a plastic board. With each little cut he made, the bangles on his wrists starting jingling, moving up and down his arms. He was concentrating on not cutting his fingers off, when he felt someone get closer to him, getting closer to the side of his face, nuzzling his neck and his ear. He knew it was Tim, he could feel the slight stubble prickling his skin. He held his grip on his knife tighter, looking down at it, admiring the sharp blade. He quickly turned to Tim, the knife in hand, and put it to the younger man’s neck, right up against the skin. He quickly untied the gag from the back of his head, spitting out the horrible tasting leather bit, and then pushed Tim into the nearest wall.
“Whoa, what do you think you’re doing?” Shannon said quickly, rushing towards the pair.
“Get the fuck out of my house or I swear to God, I will sit your throat.” Jared said quietly, his voice venomous and evil.
He was now so angry that he was shaking, he was gritting his teeth and his eyes were alight with a manic fire that showed that he wasn’t going to be controlled anymore; he was fed up of doing the most mundane of tasks in full drag, chained to the oven, tending to every one of their needs. He took in several deep breaths, trying to calm himself, pressing the blade even further into Tim’s throat, starting to create a miniscule cut with a slight bit of bleeding.
“Jared-”
That was when Shannon had to step in and intervene, he couldn’t let Jared do that to Tim, he wasn’t himself, and even though Tim deserved it, he couldn’t allow his brother to murder his best friend. Thinking for a little while, he had to make Jared snap out of it, maybe using a little cognitive recalibration. Rushing over to Jared’s cupboard of kitchen utensils, he pulled out a long, wooden rolling pin, and swung it like a baseball bat trying to score a home run, landing it with a thwack into the side of Jared’s head, knocking him totally unconscious.
*
Waking up with a groggy head, his reactions unusually sluggish and weak, Jared looked around, noticing that he was back in his bedroom, sitting bolt upright on his bed. His mouth was sealed off again, with a silicone ball between his teeth, his wrists symbiotic with the bed frame. This was all Tim’s fault. Shannon would have never done this to him. He realised that he could deal with the torment, but not this. This was horrible; he didn’t like it at all. Once his vision had returned back to normal, he looked down at the bed sheets, to see at least three dozen Polaroid pictures scattered over the bed. Taking a closer look, he noticed that the person in these photos was him, or should he say ‘her’. His heart started beating faster, his breath hitching a little. Those sick bastards! Scanning the glossy bits of paper, he saw images of himself unconscious, gagged, in tight bondage and violated in nearly every way he could think of. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, and he felt physically sick. That was when he saw the note.
There’s more in The Lab, enjoy x
No. This couldn’t be happening. Not to him. This was everything he feared, and his worst nightmares were becoming reality. His eyes started welling up, the salty tears stinging and burning in the corners, then he just let it all go, fat teardrops rolling and cascading down his cheeks. He would get them back, and they would pay.
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