George was starting to lose track of time. The days and nights seemed to blend together into a miserable symphony of sexual torture, humiliation, and tea parties, wherein scalding hot tea was forced down his throat if he refused to play along. His days were filled with nothing but demeaning playtime, dress-up, and of course, fucking. Long, hard fucking that left him sore, and unable to walk for hours. Well….not like he was allowed to walk anyway. He was constantly being carried around like a ragdoll by Dream. He was also used like a rag doll as well…
Currently, George was laying across Dream’s lap, letting out soft, high-pitched moans as his hole was stretched with a large, knotted toy. Dream slowly thrust the dildo in and out, enjoying the sweet noises his doll made as the intrusion rubbed against his sweet spots. He buried his red face into the couch as Dream cooed and teased him from his obvious enjoyment.
As he took the dildo out, George whined with loss. Dream gave a soft laugh as he lightly patted George’s hips before picking him up and carrying him to the dreaded playroom. There, he could only go limp as Dream strapped him to a bondage bench. The contraption supported his chest and belly while spreading his arms and legs wide apart, leaving him exposed for miles. He blushed as he felt Dream’s hands caress his ass and thighs.
His world was suddenly plunged into darkness as a blindfold was secured around his eyes. Although he couldn’t see, he knew that Dream had walked around in front of him by the denim jeans pressing against his nose. George sighed, knowing exactly what was expected of him.
Although it took a few moments, George’s teeth eventually found the zipper to his captor’s jeans, pulling it down as Dream undid the button. It wasn’t long before the jeans, as well as boxers, were on the floor. As his erection sprung free, George gave the head a few nuzzles as well as a few kisses to get him excited.
Although it shamed him deeply, George began to hump and rub his own erection against the padded leather seat of the bench, trying to relieve his built-up arousal and desperation. The action did not go unseen by Dream as he began to tease him for his wanton behavior.
“Awww! Does Dolly want his master to play with him? Is he desperate to be stuffed full with fat cock? Well, if the doll wants to be rewarded, he has to beg.”
George let out a long, shuddering sigh, knowing what he had to do. He has done this so many times before, but it was still humiliating every time.
“Master...please fuck me. Dolly needs your cock. Stuff your toy sick with dick! I exist only to please you!”
George let out a quiet gasp as he felt Dream grab at one of his asscheeks, moving it to the side to get a better entrance to his doll’s overworked and needy hole.
As Dream entered him, George balled up his fists as the initial pain of being stretched hit him.
As he was pounded into, George tried not to think about the person who was fucking him. Sure he was handsome and gave George star seeing orgasms, but at the end of the day, he was still the man who kidnapped and enslaved him into this hellish routine. Maybe if Dream was less of a sexual deviant, he would maybe consider a relationship, or at the very least friends with benefits.
“Hey, George?”
George...He hadn’t heard that name in a very long time. He was used to being called “Dolly” or “Whore”, not his actual dignified name. Dream was very insistent on calling him anything but his real name, so why was he doing this now?
“Bad, that demon who gave you to me, says he’s done using your body, and he’ll be over later tonight to take you, and your kitty home. Unfortunately, our playtime is going to be coming to an end soon…”
George could feel tears welling up in his eyes, which strained the blindfold that covered them. For the first time in weeks, the tears weren’t of pain or humiliation, but of relief. He was finally going to be free. Although he was ecstatic about going home and getting back to a normal, non-hypersexual life, a part of him was...disappointed?
Dream let out another low groan as he thrust into George, using him like he really was a toy.
“Well while you’re still here, let's make the most of our time, Dolly~”
He said between guttural noises of pleasure as he spilled his sticky seed into George. Although he bit his lip, trying to keep quiet, George couldn’t help but let out a yelp as Dream’s hand came down hard on his ass.
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George’s eyes narrowed as the demon, who had kidnapped him all that time ago entered the house. However angry he was, the fury sooned turned to confusion and shock as the demon entered, pulling a gagged man on a leash behind him.
As Dream greeted his friend, his eyes turned to the naked and sobbing man that he was holding.
“Hey Bad, I see your mission went according to plan.”
The demon’s long, thin tail wagged with excitement.
“Went like a Dream! You can now say hello to my new pet, Skeppy!”
“HHHMMMPH!”
The brown-haired man yelled through his gag in protest.
George, who was now sitting on the sofa in his regular clothes, felt awful for Skeppy, but he was too exhausted and happy to go home to care. Besides, he wouldn’t even think of challenging a powerful, shapeshifting demon.
“George, thank you so much for your collaboration! Couldn’t have done it without you.”
George turned away, scoffing, which made the demon mockingly twist his voice.
“Awww! What’s the matter? I’m sure you enjoyed your playtime with Dreamie. Did he not play nice?”
The Brit stayed tight-lipped, refusing to speak a word to him. He just wanted to go home with his cat and pretend this all never happened. Dream ruffled his old plaything’s hair before patting his back.
“You’re free to go, Dolly. Come back any time, darling.”
“Hmmmmph!”
As George walked out the door, his kitty in a carrier, he looked at the pitiful face of Skeppy, who was destined to be the pet of a demon. He could only be optimistic for the young man, hoping that his master was nowhere near as cruel as his was.
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“What the hell is all this?” George mumbled to himself as he opened the plain brown package left on his porch. He had no address, labels, anything. Only writing on the side with the name “George” inscribed onto it.
As the knife easily cut through the tape on the top of the box, George’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he gazed upon the contents inside.
Inside were several cutesy dresses, stockings, panties, a pacifier gag, a paddle, and a pair of fluffy handcuffs.
Oh... Oh... Oh no…
George’s hands wandered down to his crotch, trying to hide and ignore his shameful erection. Although his face burned up at the mere thought of it, George selected a poofy pink dress, slipped on a pair of white stockings, and strapped the gag into his mouth.
George walked himself over to a mirror, taking in the reflection of himself. He looked girly, sweeter than frosted pastry, and overall completely ridiculous. The brunet could kick himself for liking this so much…
George bit down on the bulb of the pacifier gag as he reached into his dresser to retrieve his dildo.
Nothing wrong with a bit of guilty pleasure.
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FanfictionPt 3 from the last 2 parts.
