We do the weird stuff pt 2, more stuff, more weirder

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Starting with one and probably two

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A week into Mitaka's newest lesson, things were going well, even in that short amount of time he'd become more mindful, though not yet back to the level that Hux wanted him at. But that was about what Hux had expected, even Mitaka wouldn't fall back into those habits immediately after having fallen out of them again.

"Today's lesson is one of patience." He explained to the kneeling Mitaka, letting Mitaka's laced fingers rest on Hux's knee while Hux went about binding his wrists. It wasn't anything like the decorative harnesses that Hux sometimes put him in, aiming for utility instead of aesthetic, but it was still tidy and even, five even loops around his wrists with a figure-eight holding the tail in place between the two sides.

"Now, I know you have some, quite a bit, in fact, but today I need to see it." Their morning meetings were done, and unless Hux decided to parade Mitaka around at dinner as he did on occasion, there wouldn't be anything to interrupt them for some time, "Keep your elbows close to your sides, it will help with the balance and reduce any fatigue, but keep your hands up in front of you."

Once Mitaka was situated, Hux threaded the mid-sized gag bit onto the strap, the one that had enough girth to keep Mitaka's jaw open without straining it, and was long enough to pin his tongue without bothering his throat, "Open, let's get this in and then we'll put the finishing touches on."

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Looking up into his Master's eyes, Mitaka's expression was silent and devoted. Each lesson was taken to heart, and he approached with an unparalleled devoutness, determined to become his best self for Hux. He deserved nothing lesson.

He nodded softly as Hux explained, watching him work the rope, carefully tucking his arms back as instructed, hands up. Swallowing briefly, Mitaka gave a murmured affirmation before parting his lips for the gag. "Yes, Master."

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He smiled, nodding once as he slipped the gag into place, thumb tracing along Mitaka's lower lip to make sure it wasn't being pinched against his teeth. He buckled the strap securely against the back of Mitaka's head, nodding again as he smoothed a hand over the other man's hair, "There we are, now, hands up, elbows held close."

Once Mitaka had done so, Hux placed a folded towel over his hands as a cushion, followed by a tray, apparently intent on letting him stand in for an end table, as the first thing Hux did once the tray was in place was go to pour himself a drink, returning and setting it in the center of the tray with a muted click before settling himself in his chair.

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"Mm-" Mitaka hummed in response, shifting to be sure he was settled correctly, not sure of his Master's intentions fully until the tray was set, back straightening some before he had to bear anything of import.

Even the slight weight was enough to make the tray dip, just for a moment before he found his balance, eyes widening slightly as understanding struck him, the seemingly easy task harder than it appeared on the surface.

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His brow arched, just a little, at that dip, but lowered again as Mitaka corrected himself, "Better. As I said, patience." He left the glass where it was for the time being, letting Mitaka get used to the slight weight, "The point isn't to endure indefinitely, merely until I've finished my drink and prepared notes for tomorrow's audiences. If it becomes too much, if you truly can't endure and are in danger of dropping the glass, I trust that you'll find some way to let me know before a mess is made."

Luckily the next day's audiences weren't the sort that caused Hux undue stress the way a meeting with the admiralty would, they were with planetary leaders who were already a part of the New Order, and who were giving their congratulations and reports as to what their export shipments would be for the quarter.

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Mitaka gave a careful nod, showing he understood, and would do his best to let his Master know. He'd endured far worse, through far longer periods than this, but he could still feel the strain the position, the slight quiver of his muscles, sitting in dutiful silence, reduced to the role of furniture.

He tried to shift his focus to today's lesson. To patience. Even at his worst Mitaka had never lacked for patience, but it was something that needed a great deal of reinforcement.

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Hux knew that even that slight weight would become an ordeal after too long, especially as Mitaka didn't have any real way to adjust his balance or his posture with his wrists bound as they were.

In deference to that knowledge, Hux was always careful when lifting the glass or setting it down, occasionally just holding it for a few moments while he read to give Mitaka some temporary respite.

Other than that, he didn't acknowledge or touch Mitaka at all, there was none of his usual trailing his fingers through Mitaka's hair, none of the full-handed pinch at the nape of his neck to draw that collar close against his skin, Hux didn't even toy with him via the Force as he was known to do on occasion.

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It was the lack of acknowledgment that got to him before the discomfort. Of course, his was playing a table, there was no reason for Hux to address him, or pay him any mind at all, any more than he did any other bit of furniture, but he'd grown so accustomed to those reassuring brushes, the teasing, the pinches.

He longed for it now, and knew that was part of the lesson, lowering his eyes without shifting his posture to try and remove the temptation of his Master from his sight, sure Hux could tell well enough that he wanted his touch.

His forearms tensed, quiver briefly before he was able to draw it back under control.

I know we basically just started, but tumblr was good to me last night...

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I DID NOT SEE THIS FOR SO LONG OMG I'M SORRY

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It wasn't so much hard to be still as it was to be made to be still. Mitaka had spent hours at the time standing at parade rest for speeches, standing stiffly at his station, he could handle that well enough. It was knowing he couldn't move, even if he wanted, that was what wore him down far faster than simply telling him to be still.

He would pull and squirm, leave himself tired and bruised in a way he was sure they both appreciated at the end of the day, so he could hardly help but be both wary and excited when he saw a new rig, Hux readying his ropes.

Mitaka swallowed thickly, feet that much heavier as he walked to kneel before him, brow quirked with interest. "This is new..." he noted.

[ooc: omg all of them.]

shh shh shh no sorry

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"It is, yes." He agreed, shifting those loose loops of cord to one hand so that he could trail his fingers through Mitaka's hair, "Took a while to design, a while longer to actually procure." Because it was actual wood, not something from the fabricator, which meant that he'd commissioned it from somewhere and had had it delivered, though chances were good that he'd assembled it himself once it had arrived.

"I believe that you've learned your lesson, and your current punishment can be concluded. However, this is to test that theory." Mostly it was a test because he really was as yet undecided as to whether or not to let Mitaka out of the cage, and he was amused by the new rig because it meant that -used properly- Mitaka really wouldn't be able to move regardless of what Hux had planned for him. And Hux had plans, the kind that were going to take a large chunk of time and likely leave Mitaka useless for much of anything the following day.

He nodded towards the rig, "Do you think you can figure out where to kneel, or do you need a hand?" He didn't mind helping, in fact that was part of what he enjoyed about any new fixture, getting Mitaka situated before anything else.

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Leaning into Hux's touch, Mitaka smiled softly, a quiet hum as he looked over the rig appraisingly. So little in the world of the First Order came from the natural world. It wasn't needed, wasn't practical, but it made those few things that were so much more fascinating. He wanted to touch it, settling for running his gaze over each inch.

His head lifted in question, hardly daring to believe his punishment might be over. "You do?" he repeated, nodding easily. He would do whatever Hux needed him to, he would prove he'd learned his lesson.

Looking to the rig, Mitaka rose, crossing to the wrong side, eyes flitting to Hux uncertainly, doubting his guess. "This way, Master?"

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He nodded once at the question, replying: "That's what we're going to find out for certain."

A twitch of a smile emerged, "Not much to kneel on on that side." He commented, "Though the cross will go at your back." He set the coil of rope down, stepping forward and offering Mitaka a hand, "Knees here." He indicated the padded arms on the front side, obviously hinged somehow, likely to hold Mitaka's legs spread as well as together, dependent on Hux's whims. He ran his fingers along the crossbar of the T back of it, currently just above the level of the arms, "This is for securing you to." He ran his fingers down the side, winching the T-bar up somewhat, where it would be roughly level with Mitaka's shoulders were he kneeling, "Adjustable, depending on what it is I intend to do with you." He lowered it again, "For now, though, this will do."

He gave Mitaka's hand a gentle tug, steering him towards it, prepared to help position him as needed.

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Changing his point of view, Mitaka could see how he was meant to kneel with Hux's help, a picture forming in his mind as he explained and showed the moving parts.

With Hux's help he climbed into place, letting his fingers skim over the padding, and the rare wood before letting his knees bear the brunt of his weight.

"It's beautiful. You could leave it out and I doubt anyone would know its real purpose."

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"I may." He replied, especially given as there were few enough visitors to his quarters, and those who did visit knew full well what it was he got up to with Mitaka, "Or perhaps I'll finally put you on proper display sometime." That was still as unlikely as ever, given how selfish Hux was about his things.

He re-adjusted the t-bar once more, "For now, though, we're going to use this for your ankles instead of your arms. Parade rest." It was an order, though not an entirely strict one, knowing that Mitaka would fall in line easily. Once he'd done so, Hux set to work with the ropes, adjusting the new bench to spread Mitaka's knees just a little, enough to keep his calves more or less straight, something that would reduce the strain on his knees once his ankles were bound to the chair. Though, Hux had to bind his arms first, along with a mostly decorative web along his chest, something that would restrict his breathing in time, but something that also left a wide opening across the middle of his chest, allowing for Hux to toy with his nipples, should he decide to.

Tying his ankles came next, enough to allow him a little bit of lateral movement, but not enough to actually get anywhere. Hux set another harness into place around Mitaka's hips and thighs, affixing his bound arms to it against the small of his back, further immobilizing him. That done, however, he went about unlocking Mitaka's caged cock, releasing the mesh carefully and running two fingertips from root to tip, just to see what the reaction was.

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Cheeks hot, that threat/promise still made Mitaka flush, despite Hux really never following through on it.

He glanced back while he could still move easily enough, though with the order his gaze slid forward, arms falling back with a short nod, back straight while Hux worked his magic.

He enjoyed the attentions, the bonding he felt they shared in these moments, feeling a sense of comfort as he was bound, increasing immobilized.

And then- Hux released him from his cage, something he'd longed for so long, giving a quiet and grateful sigh as he was freed, though that careful touch seemed to send a shock through him, making him flinch and draw in a hushed breath.

Because I made you wait so long....they aren't as awesome as yours though

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5, 6 and 7 to start, since they seem to go together well enough, new punishment time!

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Hux supposed it was partly his own fault for not being more specific in telling Mitaka how to prepare himself when sending him quietly away from the meeting that was winding down. He had already been frustrated, something that no doubt Mitaka had picked up on, likely precisely why he was opening himself more thoroughly than usual, because he knew how that frustration was likely to manifest.

The tableau was enough to draw an actual growl from Hux where any other time he might have appreciated it. As it was, however, it only fueled his irritation. His fingers curled, locking Mitaka's arms in place, the toy he'd been using buried to the hilt and his other hand now rooted at the base of his shaft, "I suppose I should have known this is what would happen if I let you out of the cage so soon." His tone wasn't as sharply cold as it sometimes was, but it wasn't far off from it.

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Mitaka hadn't meant to upset him, only thought to prepare himself well for his Master's frustrations, maybe temper his mood some with a pleasing sight if he came back earlier. He could feel the weight of his misjudgment even before he was locked in place, breath catching with an anxious whine.

"I-" he started, but he pressed his lips together apologetically, any reasoning sounding like excuses even in his mind. "Master-"

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The fact that he hadn't tried to excuse his actions was likely his only saving grace at the moment, and while it wasn't enough to defuse Hux's anger, it was enough that it didn't rise any further, "I should hope that this is merely a lapse in judgment and not a deeper problem." He tightened that Force-hold a little, as if he had to readjust his grip, knowing that Mitaka's muscles were likely going to begin to protest soon, given the angle he had to be at to work the toy into himself.

He clearly didn't expect an answer to that statement, as his next order was: "Stay put. I'll return shortly." It wasn't as if Mitaka could really move, short of rolling over a little, and even that would be awkward, given how his arms were fixed in place.

When Hux did return, it was with a towel that he draped over the back of the couch so that it covered the fabric, as well as Mitaka's cuffs. He fastened the ones around his ankles first, finally loosing the Force-hold on his arms before fastening those in place as well, "Kneel on the couch." He said, not an entirely impassive order, but an order all the same, "Facing the back, knees spread, hands braced against the back."

It was a good position for any number of things, it put him at a nice even plane for a flogging, and had him at the right height for Hux to fill him, it was even possible, though unlikely, that Hux was simply going to leave him there to think about his mistake, as the position made it so that he couldn't really see the rest of the room without craning his neck.

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"Nnn-" Mitaka nodded, chest tight, and while he'd grown used to Hux's force touches and manipulations, this firm grip brought his mind right back to that fearful Lieutenant being pulled across the floor of the Finalizer for the first time, trying not to let that feeling consume him, doing his best to keep it from his face.

He couldn't move. Wouldn't have if he could, though his muscles ached locked so strictly into place. His eyes followed Hux on his return, and even when he was released he didn't move until Hux told him to, releasing himself and hesitating some- leaving the toy where it was as he moved to comply as Hux hasn't specified, trying to follow his orders to the letter without deviation, turning into place.

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Hux fastened the cuffs at his wrists easily to the back of the couch itself, apparently not about to let him even try to get away, not that Hux really thought he was going to, but making sure of it all the same.

He nudged Mitaka's ankles a little further apart, with the order of, "Bear down on that toy, you put it there, it's going to stay there for now." Before fastening the ankle cuffs into place against the couch's frame as well, keeping him pinned securely. He could still move his hips, at least a little, but that wasn't going to be much help in the long run, not with what Hux had in mind.

He moved away to fetch something else then, knowing that Mitaka was likely to be struggling with holding onto the toy by the time he got back, if he hadn't lost that struggle yet, not that it would change things either way.

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Mitaka didn't follow through with his usual ritual of testing the cuffs, continuing to grip the couch, intent on showing he didn't mean to make any attempts to escape his punishment.

He bore down, glancing back hesitantly once Hux moved away, struggling to hold onto the toy, trying to fix his focus to keeping it from falling free before Hux returned, unsure what he had planed for him.

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When he returned it was with what appeared to be an emergency generator array, a squat, boxy contraption under a smooth durasteel cover. He set it down before stepping closer, fingertips resting against the base of the toy, angling it slightly before applying pressure, making sure it stayed snugly in place as he asked: "How long were you going to use this? Simply until I'd returned? Until you'd reached completion? Until I told you to stop?"