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Dipper groaned as he started waking up, turning onto his side, his cheek coming into contact with smooth cold flooring. It felt nice against his throbbing temples. The floor, though? God, what the hell happened last night?
When he actually tried to get up or open his eyes though, reality hit him like a brick. What— He nudged his face against the floor, there was a piece of cloth blindfolding him, but he couldn't get it to budge enough to see. Grunting, his limbs stiff from laying on the floor for who knows how long, he slowly maneuvered his legs to leverage himself into a seated position. It would've been easier had his wrists not been shackled together behind his back.
The room was silent aside from his breathing and the soft trickle of a fountain somewhere in the room. "Hello?" he called out, receiving no reply as he expected, his voice echoing off the walls. He huffed to himself, trying to wiggle his wrists loose from their bindings while he was alone.
The sudden sound of a door being kicked open startled him into a totally manly scream, his heart jumping up into his throat. "Well, well, well— look who's awake!" The voice boomed from the doorway, cackling at the brunet's reaction. "Hey, you've got a good set of pipes on you, kid!"
Despite its shrill loudness, something about that voice felt comforting, a warm fuzzy feeling that wanted to wrap around his mind and body like a fluffy blanket. The temptation to let it do exactly that was so strong that it was scary.
"W-What's going on?" Dipper bit on his lip, sitting up on his knees and trying to listen for where the owner of that voice had gone. There was the quiet padding of bare feet on the smooth floor, but the steps were so light and nimble. He barely had a sense of where they were going.
From somewhere behind him, a handful of steps away, that voice spoke in a lower tone, "I've come to claim the little sacrifice they've brought me this year." A full body shudder traveled through him. Dipper wasn't sure if it's because he was blindfolded, but that voice and its words dripped onto him like warm honey in a way that made his toes curl.
"S-Sacrifice? You mean y-you're—"
"That's right…the god you've plead to in your darkest hours and confessed to about the filthy things that keep you up at night," the other growled into his ear and he had to bite his lip not to whimper. Briefly, slender fingers gently carded through his hair before grabbing a fistful of those curls and forcing his head down so that he was in a bowing position. "Isn't this a more fitting position for such a devoted servant like yourself?" That voice purred, Dipper acutely aware of the heat collecting in the pit of his stomach, his breathing becoming more shallow and brain hazier since that hand came into contact with him.
Those fingers didn't let go until Dipper had steadied on his weak knees, awkwardly balanced without his arms, his forehead resting on the floor that now felt colder on his heated face. Dipper grit his teeth, sparks from being handled traveled from his scalp down to the heat that was already pooling in his belly. "Y-Yes, L-Lord Cipher—" he managed to ground out in response to the other.
Once his hair was released, fingers traced along the back of his neck, following the curve of his spine and stopping right at his tailbone. He wasn't sure how, but that touch had the tension in his muscles quickly evaporating away. He wanted to melt right into the floor. How the fuck is he doing that?
"You feeling good down there, puppet?" His eyes were feeling heavy, but he hummed and nodded his head in agreement. Cipher chuckled and gave the brunet's ass an encouraging pat, "You're doing good, but I need you to use your words for me."
"Mmm…yeah, I feel good," Dipper murmured after what felt like moments too long at picking the words out from the question that floated over to him.
"That's a good boy," the praise reminded him of other times he was called that, vivid memories washing over him like a wave, and how wonderful it felt to let go and just be good and obedient. It was a more intense rush of heat than he was ever expecting, having to squeeze his thighs together, body trembling slightly, a low whine rumbling in the back of his throat. He knew he liked being called that, but he's never felt like this before.
He was so focused on the strange intensity of what he was feeling, he didn't quite catch what the god in the room with him had said before he felt himself get scooped up by strong arms, his head resting lax on a shoulder. Body feeling more boneless than before.
He vaguely remembered being settled on a lap and a warning about the blindfold coming off, before he was blinking his eyes to adjust to the lighting.
They were in a sizable bedroom, seated at the edge of a bed with silky black and gold sheets. He would've looked around more if it wasn't for the nearby mirror that caught his eye. It just occurred to him, that he hadn't realized or really felt anything that he was wearing all this time.
And here he was, in clear view of the mirror, lidded eyes glazed over, his god's hands stroking along his body. Did he have a shirt on earlier? He couldn't quite recall, but he could see his cock straining against the silly excuse for white shorts that he was wearing. He wasn't worried about that, wasn't worried about much.
His eyes kept getting drawn to his neck, feeling warm every time he did so, a small puff of pride in his chest. A collar was wrapped around his neck, black leather stark against his pale skin, a golden triangle loop dangling at the front.
Cipher was beaming as he saw Dipper admiring the collar in the mirror, purring right into his ear, "You look really good like this— a pretty little doll that's all mine. Isn't it nice to be so well-liked that your god decided to keep you as his one and only special little pet?"
"Yeah, it's n-nice being L-Lord Cipher's pet…" Dipper said wistfully, relishing in the feeling of the hands roaming his body, feeling warm and tingly all over. He could sit here forever and be pampered like this if his god would let him.
After some time, there was suddenly the muted sound of fingers snapping. "Wake up, Pine Tree," the voice sounded otherworldly, he felt like his head was resurfacing from underwater, his hearing refocusing on that given nickname. He took a slow deep breath and blinked his eyes owlishly, feeling like it was the first time he was really observing things in detail today.
"What—" he started, but he gasped as both his nipples were pinched. "B-Bill, fuck, when did-?" His body felt all primed and hot already, like he'd been getting teased for a while, but he didn't know why or how. There was a haze settled in his memory, but he knew Bill was obviously responsible.
"Ah, ah. Address your god properly or I'll have to punish you," Bill cooed in an almost singsong manner. It's a scenario he's intimately familiar with. They've done it several times before. But then…?
He couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. Dipper opened his mouth to ask another question but quickly bit it back, finally really honing in on the sight of himself in the mirror, his face swiftly turning a shade of red.
Bite marks and bruises, old and new, littered his body. Which is nothing new to him, but he had no recollection of the fresh ones. The most glaringly obvious thing was the collar and he especially didn't remember when that got put on. And for now, he was going to ignore the wet sticky spot at the front of his shorts and the smears of black slick from Bill staining the white fabric. His feelings were a jumbled mess— mortified, mostly confused, and yet still incredibly turned on. Fuck.
He glared at the reflection of the demon's face in the mirror, who was grinning wide and clearly taking copious amounts of delight in Dipper's internal conflict.
A million questions clawed at his mind, yet the one that laid atop all of them— "And what the fuck have you been up to, Lord Cipher?" Dipper was bristling. He wanted to sound more displeased while talking to his "god" in such a mocking manner, but he couldn't help the way his voice cracked, his face turning a darker shade of red.
And Bill laughed. He laughed like Dipper said the funniest joke he's ever heard. He slid one hand up to flick the triangle loop of the collar and it made something in him stir— like he was expecting a different action to occur but he wasn't sure what the action he was thinking of could've even been, and it left him with nervous and confused butterflies. Bill's fingers caressed over his neck and collar before grabbing a hold of Dipper's chin, their eyes meeting in the mirror.
"Much of this was your idea, little tree," a sadistic grin was plastered on Bill's face as he watched the growing look of mortification in Dipper's expression. It was like time stopped momentarily.
"What? I'm- what???" His brows were furrowed as he tried to dig through his memories, "I…I don't remember anything about t-this— I didn't a-agree to-"
"Oh, but you did, puppet."
"But what—"
"What do you think?" Of course, Bill wasn't going to tell him the answer. The asshole wanted him to figure it out on his own. And so Dipper sat there thinking of the possibilities, chewing at his lip, eyes flitting over the two of them in the mirror in thought.
The residual fuzziness in his brain was making it harder for him to think. And the more he thought, the more he was struggling against the intrusive thoughts of what ifs versus what limited things he could surmise were actually true events that happened. Bill was completely unclothed too, as he tended to be in these scenarios.
Dipper was also a bit…physically distracted on top of everything. The heat running through his body never dissipated and the throbbing below kept reminding him of how embarrassingly horny he was. Has been. And for who knows how long. Not to mention, Bill was busying himself with kissing and marking up his neck more, Dipper's breath hitching here and there. Fuck, why was he so damn sensitive?
And for some reason, something quietly clicked in his brain. It took way too long, but he was able to put two and two together with how fuzzy his mind felt and the strange feelings he was having. He did vaguely remember researching something at some point…
"Y-You asshole, when did—? You fucking hypnotized me?"
"Hey, I may be an asshole who maybe added a few extra things—" he lifted a finger up when Dipper opened his mouth, "that were well within reason into our little arrangement," Bill made a pointed look at the collar, "but you, Pine Tree, were the one who brought it to the table in the first place."
Dipper was surprised his face could even get any redder. "S-Shut up, surely you did something to influence me..."
"You wound me, Pine Tree," Bill feigned a look of hurt, the back of his hand resting on his forehead. "Just because you can't get over how we both know that deep down, you enjoy being submissive to my whims…" Bill was back to playing with the collar loop with his fingers, a weird sense of anticipation tickling the back of Dipper's mind. There was a gentle tug on it and Dipper felt everything growing fuzzier. Fuck, it must be—
"That you enjoy being a good boy for me." Another subtle tug. Dipper shut his eyes tight, a bloom of heat going straight to his belly again from the praise, a groan escaping his lips as he squirmed in Bill's lap. It felt so so good.
"S-Shit—"
"It'll be okay. Just stop fighting it and drop for me, pet," was whispered into his ear and he shuddered, leaning back more on Bill. Dipper finally gave in and slowly sank back into the foggy pool in his mind, further than he was before. Down, down, down into the warm embrace of his subconsciousness where Bill's voice was lulling him to and fro.
It felt like a while, or maybe it could've been the next moment. He realized he was panting and whimpering as he helplessly ground himself on Bill's lap. "A-ah…p-please…" He couldn't take the shorts off of himself with his wrists still bound and his body was burning up with need.
Bill reached down and started palming him through his shorts and he couldn't help himself from grinding back into that hand with soft mewls. "Aww, did someone like thinking about the filthy things we could've been doing while he was under? All the things being done to him?"
"…Y-Yes, I did," Dipper murmured, his face heating up just like the rest of his body. The honest answer tumbled out from him before he could think too hard about it.
"Knew it," Bill laughed to himself, pulling off Dipper's shorts all the way, watching his cock spring out of its confines.
"P-Please do more to me, L-Lord Cipher…"
Bill hummed in amusement, helping Dipper to reposition himself so that he was straddling the lap of his god.
"How 'bout you give me a little show and I'll think about it, pet? Does that sound good? I'll free your hands if you do a good job," the demon was smirking. Dipper had felt his head nodding in agreement before he fully registered that he was doing it.
"Y-Yeah~" He bit on his lip, unsure of what kinda show he'd even be able to give in this state. And then lips were pressed to his and he closed his eyes, clumsily kissing back with a hunger he didn't realize he had, moaning into it as that unnaturally long and forked tongue licked into his mouth. He didn't know how long they were doing that, but he was breathless as Bill pulled away. His god leaned back on a pile of pillows, smiling smugly at the human with a mischievous glint in his eyes, one arm resting comfortably behind his own head and the other gesturing for Dipper to do…something.
Dipper bit on his lip again, looking down, his focus shifting down to stare at the tentacle shaped dick of his god, his cheeks flushed. There wasn't much room in his head for nervousness at this moment in time and he shifted his hips, pressing his own cock against the slick flesh with a pleasant shudder.
It felt like his body was yelling 'finally' at him and he couldn't help himself from grinding against it purposefully, soft moans falling from his lips. Everything felt so much better than usual and he was so much more sensitive. Bill's had tangled itself around Dipper's, curled around it as the brunet desperately thrust into those coils that were busy squeezing and massaging around his cock. "F-Fuck…"
"No cumming yet, little tree. You can get yourself all the way to the edge if you want, but you have to stop when you get there, you understand?"
"Y-Yes, Lord Cipher," he moaned out, shamelessly moving his hips. "F-Feels g-good though…" At some point, he heard a groan from Bill, and knowing that his god was watching him so closely as Dipper chased his own pleasure, taking pleasure in it as well— he had to stop moving his hips, a high pitched whine leaving him. It took everything in him not to just let it happen. His body was trembling like a leaf.
"P-P-Please….please, c-can I?" Dipper started pleading, unprompted.
And Bill grinned at him, "Hmm…well, you've been following instructions so well ~ I don't see why not. Wake up for me first," and he was snapping his fingers, waiting for Dipper's eyes to light up with recognition.
Dipper was pulled out of his trance, nearly jolting in place as he was suddenly swept up in all of the sensations, the tentacle wrapped around him continuing to coax him unbearably close to the edge.
"B-Bill, I-I'm—" Close, close, close. He couldn't finish verbalizing it, he was struggling to do anything really aside from making loud pathetic noises for how close he was.
Before he could truly catch any of his bearings, the instructions floated over to his still hazy brain, "Come for me." And he felt everything five-fold, eyes rolling, back arching, toes curling as he came with a loud, choked moan, Bill following close behind him. Holy shit—
It took an indeterminate amount of time for him to come down from that, one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had. And at some point, Bill had waved a hand and Dipper's hands were freed from their binds. He thinks he might've collapsed onto Bill, their mess smeared between them. Clean up was going to be Bill's problem later, Dipper drowsily mused. The haze in his head was still so intense, he wouldn't be surprised if he fell back under after all that.
It could've been minutes, hours, or days later. Time was an illusion. Despite such intensity, it felt like there was still a fire in his core that hadn't been fully satiated. All the while, he knew that Bill had been teasing him again, his already worked up body, overstimulated yet still begging for the demon.
Bill hooked two fingers into the loop of the collar and even with the slightest tug, this action alone would've sent him, but with a tug and the words— "Drop." And he did. He did so with terrifying speed. He was definitely under again, immediately in the deep end, swimming through the haze in his brain. He really tried to fight it, just a little, but his own body had had enough of waiting around for more attention.
"L-Lord Cipher, please-" he gasped out like he was coming up for more air, and he could see the grin widen on the demon's face.
"Please what, puppet? What do you want?"
You. You. I want you. It's what he wanted to say, but something in him told him that was too vague of an answer to please his god. Of course he wanted him. There was no one else he could even think of wanting— needing this badly right now.
"I-I…" There was a thought prodding at the back of his mind, reminding him to be honest about what he wanted. No holding back.
Overthinking had been programmed to take a backseat. "Please, p-please- fuck me." Tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes and the haziness in his head didn't stop some of his embarassment from bubbling up to the surface, his face completely flushed. "I-I don't care how, I just- I n-need you." And he meant it. He'd let his god take him however he fucking wanted as long as he was thoroughly fucked and spent by the end of the night. To which, he continued to try and desperately convey this outloud, the whole admission of it and his pleading taking up all the breath in his lungs. And god, he was so fucking hard, he thinks he'd actually cry if Bill himself didn't touch him more in the next 10 seconds.
And then, Bill was all over him with just as much fervor to meet Dipper's ardent desperation.
"Wake Up, Pine Tree." And he was suddenly extremely aware of everything again. Maybe, even too aware. Just in time to witness in the mirror the pristine image of his legs held spread wide, everything on display, watching and feeling that slicked up tentacle dick push right into him.
What was already an intense feeling was made more intense by whatever else his body had been going through that night. "Oh f-fuck, fuck—!" He keened, throwing his head back against Bill, fingernails digging into the demon's arms. The sight of him getting violated like this together with the feeling, and he probably would've come again right then and there if Bill wasn't already putting him back under.
The next time Dipper came to, at least he thinks he was coming out of it, his face was shoved down against the mattress, a pool of his own drool under his cheek. He had no idea anymore. He could've been under the entire time and wouldn't be none the wiser. He couldn't tell up from down anymore. He was just completely lost in the pleasure, sounds he didn't know he was fully capable of coming out of him, his voice a total wreck.
And Bill was thrusting into him so roughly, tentacle aggressively writhing inside of him, massaging purposefully into his thoroughly abused prostate. And he knew. He knew what he needed to do and what he wanted so desperately.
"Please, please, s-shit, I-I can't - B-Bill please! C-can I c-cum— p-please, fuck, please, Bill! B-Bill, please, pleasepleaseplease—" Any thought of staying in character for their roleplay was gone. Bill was fucking him literally senseless. And fuck, was it incredible.
"Fuck, you're such a good boy. Come for me, pet." Praise. Permission. It was everything he needed to hear. He was wholly overwhelmed by the pleasure zipping through his body. Everything whited out as he screamed through his release, gripping so tightly at the sheets just to hold onto something— anything to ground him just the tiniest bit.
It felt like an eternity for him to catch his breath and his body felt so very heavy, all strings cut from him now that he was fully spent and blissed out beyond belief. Both him and the sheets were a mixed mess of cum and copious amounts of slick. He had no idea how many times he came tonight, but everything had felt so damn good. He'd probably be sore as fuck in the morning, but that was tomorrow Dipper's problem.
He must've passed out, but the next time he briefly woke up, he was vaguely aware of Bill petting him, his face pressed against the blond's bare chest, bodies fresh and clean somehow. He let out a content sigh.
Perhaps letting Bill pull his strings once in awhile wasn't so bad.