Sgt. Leland Coyle

Leland’s boots thudded against the dusty tarmac floors, a stream of smoke curling around his face as he dragged himself forward. “C’mon now, precious,” He grunted, a chuckle bubbling up in his chest without any real mirth. “Come right on.” A long ass day was best ended with his most prized possession.

It became dangerously close to routine. Leland came to feed them, ate and became all nice and round like a proper pet should, and he didn’t flay them for the day. The man smirked a little, watching their face as he flicked on the dim light. It flickered for a moment, nearly fried through and buzzing like his stun rod. Shadows stretched across the room, but Leland’s gaze followed the softening outline of ’s growing body. Honestly, he deserved a thanks for his hard work. They’re his personal little project, as ‘personal’ as things get with a man like him.

“My little pig ‘s gettin’ prettier the day,” his boots came to a halt, he could see the way leaned closer now the sound had disappeared. The dusty rag he’d tied around their eyes left them wandering through the world with nothing but sound and touch, watching them struggle was nothing but satisfying. That dependence of theirs, seeking the righteous hand that feeds them.

Oh, and feed them he did.

“That’s it,” Leland’s lips curled into a grin, watching those wet little lips part and close again and again like a fish out of water. It’s like they’re asking him to shove that mouth full with the morsels he can find and watch them swell up and round out under his care. He let out a heavy sigh, reaching down to tilt their head back. Some soft fucking flesh they had now, cheeks round–both up and down–shoulders pudgy. He took a drag of his cigarette, using the smoke as a temporary distraction from the blood rushing to his groin. “Greedy bitch, go’damn…” How on earth he managed to find a cake in a place like this was a mystery, but he got it. Dense, but sweet enough it made your throat feel tight and sticky.

“Say ‘ah’ for your Daddy, why don’tcha?” He huffed, tilting their head back further making it feel like their throat was about to tear. With his free hand he tore off a handful of cake, buttercream and filling spewing from his gloves fingers. As he smothered the morsel against ’s face and startled them. “Let’s see how loose those lips can get..”