Star Attraction
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shadowhiveStar Attraction
Pairing: c!Dream/c!Quackity
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: kinda dark, enchantments, mentions of group sex, watersports
Notes: Inspired partially by Quackity’s lore stream from last night (and from an off handed comment in an rp). Although it’s set in the DreamSMP I don’t think you need much knowledge to enjoy (after all most of my knowledge just comes from the tvtropes pages for it)
The grand opening night of Las Nevadas had gone well, though that was an understatement. Everyone that he’d invite to the opening had came, with some of them even bringing plus one’s with them. (He was glad that Sapnap didn’t do that though, he really hadn’t want Karl to be there causing trouble.)
While he was sure people had come to see what his new country was all about, he suspected that some had also been intrigued about his unveiling of a surprise attraction. He’d been especially proud that he’d managed to keep it under wraps and the looks of surprise at the reveal of just what it was had been delicious. There had been questions of course, some of which he’d answered but most he evaded. After all he didn’t want people to know all his secrets.
He made his way down into the basement of the club, which he was pleased to see was empty of guests. In the middle of the, illuminated by a spotlight was his star attraction and he couldn’t help but smirk as he approached him.
Dream.
The man was naked, with only a metal collar welded around his neck and a cage locked around his dick. He was on all fours, his hair messed up, his body covered in fresh red marks and blossoming bruises. At the sound of his approach he looked up at him and Quackity could see that his eyes were slightly dazed, his lips parted and wet. He was sure that if he circled around him his hole would be stretched open and leaking. It made him smirk, seeing such a powerful man in such a state, looking nothing more than a slut.
The collar was the key of course. Foolish had stumbled upon it while he was researching for him. It contained a powerful enchantment, one that made the wearer subservient to whoever put it on them. Quackity had been sceptical about it until he saw a demonstration and once he had he knew he had to use it on Dream.
The hard part had been capturing him of course but once he had him getting it on was much more simple.
As far as his guests had been concerned what he’d done to him had just made him into this, a desperate little slut that was practically begging to be used. What they didn’t know, what they wouldn’t know, was that Quackity had used it to divulge all of Dream’s secrets before turning him into this. To think, all that time torturing him in prison had come up with nothing, but mere moments in the collar made him give up everything. Ah well, it was time completely wasted.
“How’s my little slut doing?” Quackity smirked as he stood in front of him, staring down at him. “Did you have fun taking everything my guests wanted to give you?”
“Yes Master.” Dream replied, his voice sounding slightly broken from use. He wondered what they’d done to him and he’d have to watch the footage back at a later time. He’d stayed for awhile after revealing him to his guests, before leaving them to it to make sure everything else of the grand opening was running smoothly. For tonight only they were allowed to use him for free as they wished, the only rules were no permanent damage and no killing him. Both of those were easy enough since weapons weren’t allowed in the basement and the chest that was in there only contained a few items. He wondered if they’d been used, or if any of them had even noticed the chest.
“Good little slut.” Quackity threaded his fingers through his hair, giving it a sharp tug and enjoying the sounds that he made.
He let go, then circled around him slowly, examining the marks on his body as he did so. Most were indistinct, probably caused my hands or fists but there was a visible boot print on his lower back. He stopped moving when he got behind him, staring at his ass, licking his lips at the sight of him. Like he’d predicted, his opening was now stretched open and looked throughly well used. It made his dick twitch in his pants and he knew that he just had to get back inside him.
Quackity bought his hands down to waist, his fingers toying with the zipper of his fly before tugging it down, popping the button open. “You should see yourself, you look throughly wrecked, like a cheap whore.” Dream made a needy sound at his words, pushing his ass back, an action which made him chuckle. “Damn you really are so desperate, fucked so much but you still want more don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.”
He pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs to free his cock, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling. He’d been semi hard since he came down here, but seeing him so ruined had made him fully hard. He knew he wasn’t the biggest, Dream probably wouldn’t even feel him after all the earlier trucks, but he didn’t care. He spread the man’s cheeks with both hands, stepping between his legs and thrusting into him.
A low moan escaped his lips at the feeling. He was so open, so warm and sticky with all the loads he’d taken. He should have left a pen down here, so they could do a tally on him, but ah well. “Oh yea, you feel just as used as you look. You like that don’t you know? Being filled with so many loads.”
“Yes Master.” Dream gasped out the words, sounding needy. It made him smirk and he dug his nails into his skin, as he pulled out to thrust back into him roughly.
“Don’t worry slut, I’ll make sure you’ll be well used all the time.” He grinned at the thought of the powerful man turned into this needy little cockslut. Oh the money he’d make from him. He’d keep the rates competitive of course so he’d get all the dick he needed, but he knew that he could charge as much as he wanted for him because people would pay. That’s what happens when you spend your life screwing people over.
He rolled his hips, letting out a low growl as he fucked him as deep as he could, enjoying all the sweet sounds he made beneath him. “Maybe if you please enough people for me I’ll release this.” He reached around, his fingers cupping the cage that held his cock. “Or maybe I won’t, maybe I’ll keep it locked up and you’ll never get another hard-on again.” The power of that went straight to his own dick and he slammed his hips hard enough to make Dream gasp.
“Yes Master, whatever you want.” The man groaned beneath him, his ass pushing back against his hips.
Quackity grinned, shifting his hand up along his back, scratching at his skin along the way. Once he got up to his hair he tangled his fingers in the dirty blonde locks, pulling on it harshly. “Good boy. This is your true purpose, what you were always meant to be. A desperate, depraved little whore.”
He only lasted a few more thrusts before he spilled inside him, joining the countless other loads inside him. He moaned and then pulled out of him, licking his lips at the sight of his leaky hole. “Fuck, yeah you have no idea how perfect you look like this.” Maybe he should take a picture sometime, frame it on one of the walls. Maybe the one across from his cage. He licked his lips, circling around him until he stood before him. “Now clean me off.”
Dream nodded and parted his lips instantly, taking him into his mouth and twisting his tongue against him. It made him sigh in pleasure, his fingers holding onto his hair, keeping him in place. He was so skilled with his mouth, utterly lacking a gag reflex. He really was a natural, completely made for his new role in life. “That’s it, now… drink it all down like the filthy whore you are.” He let out a sigh, his eyes closing as he started to piss down his throat, his lips tightening around him so he wouldn’t spill a drop.
Quackity wondered if any of the others had used him like this, though he suspected none of them knew how truly depraved he’d become. He made a mental note to advertise it as one of his services as he held his head in place, not that he needed to.
It took him awhile to finish, he’d been sure to save it all for him and once he was done he eased out of his lips, wiping his cock against his face. “Good slut, not a drop spilled. You were meant for this weren’t you?”
“Yes Master. Thank you Master.” Dream smiled up at him, clearly proud of a job well done.
Quackity hummed softly to himself, tucking his cock away and zipping himself back up. “Now follow me, you’re done for the night.” He clicked his fingers and led him away from the spotlight, towards the back of the room. There, against the wall, was his cage, which was just big enough for him to fit inside. He didn’t want him to be too comfortable after all. “Get in.”
“Yes Master.” Dream turned and crawled backwards inside of it and once he was fully inside Quackity closed and locked the door, sealing him inside the tight space.
“Rest up. You have a busy week ahead of you.” Dream nodded, getting as comfortable as he was able and Quackity smirked. He spared a glance at the wall behind him, where Dream’s smile mask was hung above the cage as a mockery of what he used to be.
And then Quackity turned on his heel and left him without another word. He’d had a busy night and he definitely deserved a well deserved rest. He spared him one last glance, smirking before he turned off the lights, leaving him alone in darkness.
Pairing: c!Dream/c!Quackity
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: kinda dark, enchantments, mentions of group sex, watersports
Notes: Inspired partially by Quackity’s lore stream from last night (and from an off handed comment in an rp). Although it’s set in the DreamSMP I don’t think you need much knowledge to enjoy (after all most of my knowledge just comes from the tvtropes pages for it)
The grand opening night of Las Nevadas had gone well, though that was an understatement. Everyone that he’d invite to the opening had came, with some of them even bringing plus one’s with them. (He was glad that Sapnap didn’t do that though, he really hadn’t want Karl to be there causing trouble.)
While he was sure people had come to see what his new country was all about, he suspected that some had also been intrigued about his unveiling of a surprise attraction. He’d been especially proud that he’d managed to keep it under wraps and the looks of surprise at the reveal of just what it was had been delicious. There had been questions of course, some of which he’d answered but most he evaded. After all he didn’t want people to know all his secrets.
He made his way down into the basement of the club, which he was pleased to see was empty of guests. In the middle of the, illuminated by a spotlight was his star attraction and he couldn’t help but smirk as he approached him.
Dream.
The man was naked, with only a metal collar welded around his neck and a cage locked around his dick. He was on all fours, his hair messed up, his body covered in fresh red marks and blossoming bruises. At the sound of his approach he looked up at him and Quackity could see that his eyes were slightly dazed, his lips parted and wet. He was sure that if he circled around him his hole would be stretched open and leaking. It made him smirk, seeing such a powerful man in such a state, looking nothing more than a slut.
The collar was the key of course. Foolish had stumbled upon it while he was researching for him. It contained a powerful enchantment, one that made the wearer subservient to whoever put it on them. Quackity had been sceptical about it until he saw a demonstration and once he had he knew he had to use it on Dream.
The hard part had been capturing him of course but once he had him getting it on was much more simple.
As far as his guests had been concerned what he’d done to him had just made him into this, a desperate little slut that was practically begging to be used. What they didn’t know, what they wouldn’t know, was that Quackity had used it to divulge all of Dream’s secrets before turning him into this. To think, all that time torturing him in prison had come up with nothing, but mere moments in the collar made him give up everything. Ah well, it was time completely wasted.
“How’s my little slut doing?” Quackity smirked as he stood in front of him, staring down at him. “Did you have fun taking everything my guests wanted to give you?”
“Yes Master.” Dream replied, his voice sounding slightly broken from use. He wondered what they’d done to him and he’d have to watch the footage back at a later time. He’d stayed for awhile after revealing him to his guests, before leaving them to it to make sure everything else of the grand opening was running smoothly. For tonight only they were allowed to use him for free as they wished, the only rules were no permanent damage and no killing him. Both of those were easy enough since weapons weren’t allowed in the basement and the chest that was in there only contained a few items. He wondered if they’d been used, or if any of them had even noticed the chest.
“Good little slut.” Quackity threaded his fingers through his hair, giving it a sharp tug and enjoying the sounds that he made.
He let go, then circled around him slowly, examining the marks on his body as he did so. Most were indistinct, probably caused my hands or fists but there was a visible boot print on his lower back. He stopped moving when he got behind him, staring at his ass, licking his lips at the sight of him. Like he’d predicted, his opening was now stretched open and looked throughly well used. It made his dick twitch in his pants and he knew that he just had to get back inside him.
Quackity bought his hands down to waist, his fingers toying with the zipper of his fly before tugging it down, popping the button open. “You should see yourself, you look throughly wrecked, like a cheap whore.” Dream made a needy sound at his words, pushing his ass back, an action which made him chuckle. “Damn you really are so desperate, fucked so much but you still want more don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.”
He pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs to free his cock, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling. He’d been semi hard since he came down here, but seeing him so ruined had made him fully hard. He knew he wasn’t the biggest, Dream probably wouldn’t even feel him after all the earlier trucks, but he didn’t care. He spread the man’s cheeks with both hands, stepping between his legs and thrusting into him.
A low moan escaped his lips at the feeling. He was so open, so warm and sticky with all the loads he’d taken. He should have left a pen down here, so they could do a tally on him, but ah well. “Oh yea, you feel just as used as you look. You like that don’t you know? Being filled with so many loads.”
“Yes Master.” Dream gasped out the words, sounding needy. It made him smirk and he dug his nails into his skin, as he pulled out to thrust back into him roughly.
“Don’t worry slut, I’ll make sure you’ll be well used all the time.” He grinned at the thought of the powerful man turned into this needy little cockslut. Oh the money he’d make from him. He’d keep the rates competitive of course so he’d get all the dick he needed, but he knew that he could charge as much as he wanted for him because people would pay. That’s what happens when you spend your life screwing people over.
He rolled his hips, letting out a low growl as he fucked him as deep as he could, enjoying all the sweet sounds he made beneath him. “Maybe if you please enough people for me I’ll release this.” He reached around, his fingers cupping the cage that held his cock. “Or maybe I won’t, maybe I’ll keep it locked up and you’ll never get another hard-on again.” The power of that went straight to his own dick and he slammed his hips hard enough to make Dream gasp.
“Yes Master, whatever you want.” The man groaned beneath him, his ass pushing back against his hips.
Quackity grinned, shifting his hand up along his back, scratching at his skin along the way. Once he got up to his hair he tangled his fingers in the dirty blonde locks, pulling on it harshly. “Good boy. This is your true purpose, what you were always meant to be. A desperate, depraved little whore.”
He only lasted a few more thrusts before he spilled inside him, joining the countless other loads inside him. He moaned and then pulled out of him, licking his lips at the sight of his leaky hole. “Fuck, yeah you have no idea how perfect you look like this.” Maybe he should take a picture sometime, frame it on one of the walls. Maybe the one across from his cage. He licked his lips, circling around him until he stood before him. “Now clean me off.”
Dream nodded and parted his lips instantly, taking him into his mouth and twisting his tongue against him. It made him sigh in pleasure, his fingers holding onto his hair, keeping him in place. He was so skilled with his mouth, utterly lacking a gag reflex. He really was a natural, completely made for his new role in life. “That’s it, now… drink it all down like the filthy whore you are.” He let out a sigh, his eyes closing as he started to piss down his throat, his lips tightening around him so he wouldn’t spill a drop.
Quackity wondered if any of the others had used him like this, though he suspected none of them knew how truly depraved he’d become. He made a mental note to advertise it as one of his services as he held his head in place, not that he needed to.
It took him awhile to finish, he’d been sure to save it all for him and once he was done he eased out of his lips, wiping his cock against his face. “Good slut, not a drop spilled. You were meant for this weren’t you?”
“Yes Master. Thank you Master.” Dream smiled up at him, clearly proud of a job well done.
Quackity hummed softly to himself, tucking his cock away and zipping himself back up. “Now follow me, you’re done for the night.” He clicked his fingers and led him away from the spotlight, towards the back of the room. There, against the wall, was his cage, which was just big enough for him to fit inside. He didn’t want him to be too comfortable after all. “Get in.”
“Yes Master.” Dream turned and crawled backwards inside of it and once he was fully inside Quackity closed and locked the door, sealing him inside the tight space.
“Rest up. You have a busy week ahead of you.” Dream nodded, getting as comfortable as he was able and Quackity smirked. He spared a glance at the wall behind him, where Dream’s smile mask was hung above the cage as a mockery of what he used to be.
And then Quackity turned on his heel and left him without another word. He’d had a busy night and he definitely deserved a well deserved rest. He spared him one last glance, smirking before he turned off the lights, leaving him alone in darkness.
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Date: 2021-11-28 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-28 03:28 pm (UTC)I’m glad you enjoyed it! 😏 it just came into my head and wouldn’t leave!
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Date: 2021-11-28 08:45 pm (UTC)(I totally want to steal that collar idea for myself...but only if you don't mind of course 😈😈😈)
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Date: 2021-11-28 08:51 pm (UTC)Yeah the collar is an awesome idea, it’s something I came up with (I know there’s enchanted things and weird stuff so…” thanks! I’m glad you liked!
(And if course, feel free! I’m interested to see what you come up with)
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Date: 2021-11-28 08:56 pm (UTC)Yeah the collar is just awesome. I really really really loved it!
I don't have any concrete ideas. But it would be fun to write someone super dommy wearing it. :D
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Date: 2021-11-28 08:58 pm (UTC)Oh thank you! Yeah it’s an awesome concept to come up with!
Ohhh nice! It definitely would be!
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Date: 2021-11-28 09:36 pm (UTC)Definitely. Tbh after my message to you about Shade Empire, I kinda like the thought of it being used on Juha as a way of keeping him in check 🤣👀🔥
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Date: 2021-11-28 10:05 pm (UTC)Ohh that would be a good idea hee! 😏