Cecil was used to strange experiences in Night Vale. Things were popping up and then leaving, people disappearing and reappearing somewhere else. He knew it could happen to him too.

But he never could have suspected the circumstances.

Fate played a cruel trick on Cecil Gershwin Palmer.

Because he went to bed as he normally did, and when he awoke, he couldn't see, couldn't move, and heard many familiar voices.

Cecil attempted to speak, but something was in his mouth that muffled and distorted his words.

He tried to move his arms but they seemed fixed in place at his sides. He tried moving his legs, but they too were fixed to the ground. He noted that he was barefoot, and standing on something that felt like gravel.

He couldn't do anything but listen to the voices.

Once he tuned in on them, he began noticing almost everyone he knew.

"Oh my goodness, Cecil…" Intern Dana

"Dana! Help me, I think I'm stuck!" Cecil tried to say, but what came out was more like "Dahnah!hehl ee I dink Ium shtuk"

She seemed to understand his words.

"I...I don't...uhmm…" Dana...didn't want to help him?

He turned to some other voices. Maybe someone else would help.

"Wow, I don't think anyone's ever seen Cecil quite like this…" Old Woman Josie.

"I have. Unfortunately." Said the faceless old woman who lives in your home.

"Now that's a change of pace for a Monday morning." Steve Carlsburg. (Ugh)

"That caught all of my ten eyes" Hiram McDaniels laughed.

"Wow, That's um...interesting" intern Vanessa

"I never knew Cecil was hung like a horse." John Peters (you know, the farmer?)

..wait…

A cool breeze that passed through the streets confirmed his suspicions.

Cecil wasn't wearing a scrap of clothing.

Once he realized this, he jerked at his restraints, earning himself a hearty shock that seemed to be delivered to every inch of his body.

He yelled in pain and dropped his head, breathing heavily.

"Ok Cecil, it's ok, it could be worse. At least you didn't hear-"

"Cecil?!"

Carlos.

He panicked and jerked his restraints again,and a sharper pain shot through him, causing his body to spasm a bit before becoming his own again.

"What's going on?" He heard Carlos's voice say to someone.

"Municipal re-education." A voice replied.

Tears began to form in the corners of Cecil's eyes.

Carlos and him weren't even to their second date. And the rule was three dates and a blood stone sacrifice.

What did he even do to get such a punishing re-education?

Oh...oh no…

They found his pen stash.

He kept three ballpoint pens in the locked drawer of his desk for emergencies.

He hadn't even used them.

Ok he had once. But he got too high off of the power and never did it again. He planned on selling them back to the strange masked men in the dog park.

And now here he was, naked, unable to move too drastically for fear of electrocution, blindfolded, gagged, with his Carlos only a few feet away from the sound of it.

Tears soaked the blindfold and rolled down his face.

He heard the sweet caramel voice in his ear.

"Cece, I'm going to try and get you out of this okay?"

Cecil nodded shamefully.

The scientist tugged on the restraints, electrocuting Cecil once more.

The worst part was, as Carlos's hands ran down his body, and the soft aftershocks of the electricity sparked through him, Cecil began to get aroused.

Not of his own will of course, it was just his body being natural, but that didn't make the radio host feel any better about his predicament.

All he could do was sob. The gravel digging into his heels, the whole town seeing him get an erection from his darling Carlos, it was too much. He just...passed out.

It was mortifying to say the least, fainting of embarrassment in the presence of your crush.

But eventually he awoke, wrapped in blankets and secured in Carlos, arms and legs tangled together.

Cecil was able to open his eyes again. They felt dry and irritated from his previous tears.

His jaw was aching. He looked down and saw he was in one of Carlos's T-shirt's, his favorite one with a grey mandala, and a pair of soft cotton boxers which were a bit big on his hips.

He was in a small bed, maybe twin sized.

Carlos stirred and lifted his head.

"You're awake." He said, before pausing. "I uh, got your punishment changed."

Cecil's face became every shade of red, as he began to stutter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't...I never wanted…I shouldn't have...the pens…"

"Shh, it's okay love." Carlos pulled the smaller mans head into his chest.

"What did you get it changed to? The re-education?" Cecil mumbled into Carlos's chest.

"House arrest with yours truly. Dana is doing the show today and bringing your recording equipment by tonight. But um...they did have one condition."

"What's that?"

"For a month, every time secret police see you doing something they don't want you to do, you get a zap." Carlos gestured towards Cecil's ankle, where a cuff was locked tight. "However, they waived the blood stone circle requirement. And the two dates we can get out of the way right here, so we can make this month as enjoyable as possible for you." The scientist said, giving his boyfriend a soft kiss on the top of his head.

Cecil blushed again, squirming deeper into Carlos's warm hug.

"I'm sorry again you walked into that...I wanted our first time seeing each other like that to be special…"

"It's okay love. I just got to try the sample before buying the meal."

This made Cecil laugh, and he made a content little 'mm' noise before slowly and gently falling back asleep in the safety that was his favorite scientist.