The Mutt of House Plumeau General Info (Patreon)

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Topic Warnings of kinks in extreme use: Aftercare, Begging, Behavior Modification, Body Modifications, BDSM, Body Piercings, Bondage, Biting, Degradation, Drooling, Drug-indosed obedience, CBT, Chastity, Dehumanization, Fisting, Free-Use, Genital Piercings, Human Furniture, Humiliation, Hypnosis/reprogramming, Mentions of Abuse and Torture, M-B, Muscles, NN/DC, Objectification, Overstimulation, Ponyplay/ Petplay/Puppyplay, Sex Toys, S&M, Sensory Deprivation, Size difference, Sounding, Tattoos, Unequal Relationships, Uncut Cock, Verbal, Voyeurism, Weird Sci-Fi tech, Whipping

Summary

House Plumeau of the Drukhari resides close to the lowest layers of Commorragh. Practicing their ancestral traditions of domestication of lesser life: from the grotesque beings found in the bottom levels, once intelligence life reduced as livestock, and captured prizes set to be turned into cattle. Lord of Plumeau delights in personally overseeing his family traditions. As he brings a touch of sensual torment not found in Commorragh nowadays as he mostly specializes in turning ‘people’ taken from raids into ideal property. Delighting in breaking them into docile, loving pets whose ‘Love’ to their masters is made sweeter from their pain. Once going on raids himself, Lord Plumeau has spent the last 10 years treasuring his greatest prize as his oldest brother now oversees raiding. Abandoning his love for Piracy to facilitate the training of His Treasured, and most beloved pet. A former Space Marine he had claimed in his last raid. One he personally broken to his will and whips. For the last decade, he has converted the once Merciless, Terminator Hinrik Alder Jörnsson; into the most eager Puppy that betrays his history as a veteran under the Mon-keigh God. The only Pet Lord Plumeau cherishes everyday as he makes sure his handiwork honors his line, further erasing every trace of the animal Hinrik used to be before being the perfect Mutt-toy.

Mutt wags the big cock between his legs that he always knew was there. Having never cum his entire life, he is an eager Puppy that wishes for Master’s undivided attention as his favorite Pet. Eager to be useful in every way possible: his stupidly enormous rod used as Master’s personal chair, torture toy, or source of amusement as he whines for an orgasm he is too stupid to realize will never come. Keeping his big body as muscular as Master likes, and enduring every act of Master’s love just to stay by his side. Hoping to stay out of his box each and everyday he remains Master’s Mutt. Desperate to be the Goodest Boy Lord Plumeau expects of It, no matter how much it has to suffer for his love.

Physical Descriptions

Lord Plumeau

Slouching at 6ft tall, weighing in at 200lbs. 600+ year Old Drukhari. Uncut 7in-shower cock, with a meaty 5in-circ; the sides of the shaft are made thicker with a mod that can eject smooth metal ridges to make intercourse exciting and laced with a special tincture that shoots from the tip piercing. His smooth balls drupe from their weight closer to his thighs. His ass is more connected with the lean fat it has, taking a bit of effort to pull apart to his hole.

Lord Plumeau is a both a trueborn, and a runt of his lineage. The youngest, and trueborn of House Plumeau, his features are a mix of refinement, met with some signs of belonging to a lower-class Lord-Dom. His light, ashy gray skin holds no scars save for the modifications that are woven from small glass-like boxes along his underarms, elbows, hips, and wrist. His elegant frame is thick with fencer muscles that hides his true strength, even when flexing. Almost giving him the appearance of a lazy lord who ascended from pure scheming. His true agility only been realized in motion, made more horrifying in his crimson feathered robe.

His piercings mostly come from his long oblong face. Decorating his ears, sharp chin, and around his eyes: these dark alloyed jewelry tends to come in the shape of bird talons. He has a piercing-mod along the inside of his check and under his tongue: producing an aphoristic-drug with his saliva that he is immune to. His dark red iris is more like a pure circle of crimson it floats in the void of his eye ball, made more intimidating by his hair. His soft, long black hair waves downward to the obscuring his missing left eye, streaks of that sharp bright red highlighted in his hairline. The left side of his neck boast a nasty bite mark wrapping from upper torso to around the shoulder blade towards the back where human molars and canines sank deep past his skin. Visibly scarring into a tender white along his ashy gray skin.

Matching his hair, Lord Plumeau usually wears his signature Cramoisi cloak around his dwelling. A long, feather-coat with deceptive properties under motion or by sudden force. Not wearing much of regular armor once he stopped going to raids after dedicating his full time in domesticating Mutt.

Hinrik Alder Jörnsson

Standing at 10’2ft tall, weighing in at 400lbs. 600+years old Vlka Fenryka Terminator Space Marine.

His new cock is grown through dark gene sciences of the drukhari; a girthy uncut 10in shower, with a 6.5in circ, this hung cock can be forced back into his body with is. Hinrik’s new balls are fat and hanging down from a long sack; and act as a sensitive erroneous zone when tortured in playtime to the point of constant vocalization and stimming. He has a plump, firm ass that is practically hairless and jiggles when suddenly stuck with motion. His rear has faint scarring of a bite mark that always persist, despite constant healing provided after playtime to treat other grievous wounds.

Hinrik is locked in a flat micro cage that uses special magnets. Anchored to the bottom of his cock like 3 separate talons; one left-and-right of the base of his shaft and the other affixed to the base of his shaft near his groin. When the actual cage comes near it, it magnetically locks to his erect cock, forcing the genitals back into him in a heavy crush that makes him more aroused from the pain. The flat cage has a special slot that allows for sounding rods stay in place while ramming down further into his smashed genitals safely.

The only signs left of his rankings and history as both human, and Space marine; are reduced as mockeries to his identity. All his battle scars are healed over with new flesh of his warm ivory skin. His thick, peppered body hair now groomed at all times by his master to be kept short but fuzzy, especially on his armpits, face, and head. The tattoo he once wore with pride has been taken off, replaced with MUTT, where the original ink was placed between his thick pecs. His forehead healed where his 7 service studs once rested: the 6 silver studs pierced evenly on both sides of his shaft as his gold piercing hugs near his urethra. Even his muscle has gotten soft despite remaining bulky from exercise, his supple form no longer as thinning due to a steady diet that makes his musculature that way. His fuzz hiding the signs of how he was modified with a geneseed.

Mutt has a handsome face that once showed signs of a fearless man who only knew death. His grim, glowing yellow eyes softened despite the dark circles around them becoming pronounced. His angular, blocky head accented by a mop of dense, thin hair that grows black and white in a short style that grows wavy above his ears. Mutt’s face is kept in a constant stubble from daily shavings by his Master, highlighting the visible smile lines gained from his broken state of euphoria. Through his sharp maulers and canine teeth, his long tongue is pierced in the middle with 7 beads to make his worship more exciting. His ears jeweled by a dark alloy in the shape of paw prints.

Mutt is not allowed to wear clothes, being the big dumb puppy it has always believed itself to be. Instead, it is attached with strange dark leather bindings around his neck, wrist, elbows, and legs. When his master chooses, they transform into proper bindings that restrict movement for his owner’s pleasure and Mutt’s humiliation. Mutt also usually has his holes filled; gagged with tech-leather or his whip, sounded by his urethra, and his ass plugged by a gag that can be reversed into a puppy tail for his firm cunt.