Bury The Light
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shadowhiveBury The Light
Pairing: c!Quackity/c!Tommy, c!Dream/c!Quackity/c!Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non con, implied torture, fucking machine, drugs
Notes: Lore au (basically for Quackity’s and Tommy’s), I’ll probably edit in pics for everyone later
Notes 2: happy birthday Chai💜
Tommy’s heart beat faster. How had things gone so wrong? He knew it had been a possibility that things would go badly, of course he did, but when they had manage to beat Dream he thought, he hoped, that was the end of it.
And then Punz, Punz of all people, had bought Dream back. He still couldn’t understand that, it made no sense to him at all.
Not that he’d had much time to think about the revelation, since they’d been running and screaming and then… they lost.
And now here they were, back inside the prison, or what was left of it.
Tommy shivered, watching as Dream set fire to his and Tubbo’s clothes. He’d demanded they handed over their things, which he’d stored away, then demanded they strip to their underwear to show they weren’t hiding anything. He couldn’t really blame him for it, they had tried to kill him after all but still…
“Ok Dream, we’ve done what you wanted, now what?” He couldn’t help but glare at the other man, who was staring at him impassively with his smile mask. Beside him Punz stood, aiming his crossbow at them, switching the aim between him and Tubbo every so often. Tommy could hear his friend sob and he had to resist the urge to wrap his arm around him and hold him close.
“Now I think we need to take you somewhere more appropriate hmm?” Tommy felt himself shiver at the way he said that. “Move.”
“You heard him.” Punz added, gesturing with the crossbow. “Move you little fucks.”
Tommy looked sidelong at Tubbo, then took ahold of his friend’s hand before starting to walk.
Some of the corridors that they went through were familiar, especially at first. They were dilapidated, with broken walls, vines and stalactites forming on the ceiling. To be honest it creeped Tommy out and it made him wonder exactly why Dream had decided to live here if he wasn’t gonna even maintain it. And then it hit him: if it looked like the prison was abandoned then anyone that wandered in would just assume it was.
After a few long minutes Dream activated a switch, opening up a hidden passage that lead them into another part of the prison. This felt different. The walls and falls were clean, there was no sign of vines or damage at all. It didn’t take Tommy long to realise that there were cells either side of them. He could see doors and thin slits that could barely qualify as windows. He had the sinking suspicion that there were people inside.
“You think you were the first to try and kill me in here Tommy?” Dream spoke from where he was leading them. He held up his hand for them to stop and turned around to face them. “Go ahead, why don’t you take a look.”
Tommy almost didn’t want to, but he was afraid of what would happen if he didn’t. So he stepped closer to the wall, to the nearest slit in the dark brick and he peered inside. What he saw made him gasp.
There, chained to the opposite wall in the confined space, was Sapnap. He was naked and scarred, and his eye was surrounded by a nasty purple bruise. He backed away in shock, bumping into Tubbo as he did. “Tommy what is it? Who’s in there?” His voice trembled in fear, but Tommy couldn’t respond, he just looked at Dream.
“You see Tommy, he was stupid and impatient. He came for me alone, probably trying to protect you. He thought he could take me. He was wrong and now he’s in here.” Dream turned to face Tubbo and Tommy was sure that he was grinning behind the mask like the psycho he is. “And it’s not just Sapnap that’s here either, though he’s the only one stupid enough to try and take me alone. No, the others I had to take myself. Well, I had help of course for some of them.”
Tommy shivered and this time it wasn’t from the cold. He wanted to know who else was there, but at the same time he didn’t. “You’re fucked up Dream, you’ll never get away with this.”
“But I already have Tommy. I’ve had Sapnap in here for weeks and who has come looking for him? No one.” Dream took a step towards him, staring down at him behind that implacable, creepy smile. “In fact since I caught him you’re the only ones that came here…” He gestured from the cell window to both Tommy and Tubbo. “And you didn’t even know he was in here. If I’d have not been revived he’d have just died in there.”
Tommy felt his stomach start to sink at that and he had to admit he was right.
“I wonder, did you make the same mistake as him.” Dream’s gaze met his as he spoke. Before he could even open his mouth to ask what that was Dream continued. “Tell me one thing Tommy. Does anyone know you’re here?”
Tommy’s blood ran cold at that. Shit. He’d not wanted to involve anyone else and that meant he had told no one other than Tubbo. He was about to loudly deny it, to tell him that they’d told everyone, that the whole server was going to come and that history would repeat…
Tubbo sobbed loudly. “Please just let us go! We won’t do this I promise, we’ll leave you alone, we’ll leave the server, we’ll…”
Dream tilted his head to the boy and laughed coldly. “Oh I don’t think so Tubbo. You could have just left me alone but you made a choice to follow Tommy here. And you knew what would happen if you failed. So no.” He turned to Punz. “Throw him in one of the unoccupied cells, you can have some fun with him if you want. I’ve got something to show Tommy here.”
Punz smirked cruelly, grabbing Tubbo’s arm and pulling him away from Tommy’s side, hard enough that their hands separated. “What do you mean by fun?” Tommy asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
“You’re so simple minded Tommy, but I’m sure even someone as stupid as you will figure it out.” Punz tightened his grip on Tubbo’s arm pulling him away. “Have fun.”
And then Punz hit a switch and pulled Tubbo through the newly open doorway. It was closed before Tommy could see what was inside.
“You bastard fuck Dream.” Tommy m. under his breath, though he wanted to scream it. He wanted to run up to dream and beat him with his fists until he was tired, because he knew it wouldn’t realistically do anything. Before he could do anything though, Dream pulled out his sword, angling it towards him.
“Be a good boy now and I won’t have to use this.” Tommy shut his mouth instantly. “Now, keep moving.”
They went down a few more twisting corridors, which made Tommy wonder just how big the prison actually was, they arrived at another switch door. Dream pressed it with his free hand, then roughly shoved Tommy through it.
Beyond there was a room, illuminated by the flickering light of torches spaced out along the walls. There was wooden furniture between the torches and the floor was, unlike everywhere else thus far, stone. But the thing that drew his eye wasn’t any of that, but it was what was set up right in the middle of the room, directly in front of them.
There were two pistons set up and the sounds of them moving filled the room. It was what was between them that made him gasp, or rather, who. Because there, tied down and bent over a wooden table, completely naked, was Quackity. The pistons were connected to two things, one which was moving in and out of his mouth while the other was moving in and out of his ass. “Quackity! Wh… what is this?” Tommy stammered, unable to look away from the machine and the way it moved.
Whenever the one at his mouth went in the one in his assmoved out in sync with it. It made Tommy shudder, even more so when he saw how Quackity’s body, glistening with sweat, was covered in bruises and marks. Tommy could make out two letters, repeatedly carved into his skin: P and D.
“Oh this?” Dream walked to the nearest of the pistons, tapping the top of it. “This is my creation, or one of them anyway. It’s a fucking machine.” He pressed a switch on the side of it and both of the ends withdrew from Quackity, making the other man gasp.
Tommy instantly ran over to him, crouching by his head. “Big Q are you ok?” Quackity turned his face to look up at him, his eyes slightly glazed, drool dripping down his chin. He looked so dazed as he caught his breath and Tommy wondered how long he’d been left like this. “Big Q!”
“T… Tommy…” Quackity whispered, shaking his head slightly as if to clear his head. “What… What’re you doing here?”
“He’s my new plaything.” Dream cut in from where he was no standing behind Tommy, which made him jump in surprise. “And I think you should play together for me.”
“What do you mean Dream?” Tommy had a sinking suspicion what he meant, half buried memories making him tremble.
“I think you can guess. But for clarity’s sake.” He aimed the point of a knife at Quackity. “I want you.” He turned the blade to Tommy. “To fuck him.”
“Dream I…” He grabbed a fistful of Quackity’s hair, which Tommy realised was hanging free for the first time he’d known him, and then quickly added. “I mean sir…”
“Don’t worry I’ll give you something to help.” Dream stepped away, moving to the other side of the piston and opening a chest. He pulled out a potion bottle, but the swirling bright green liquid within was like nothing Tommy had seen before. Dream popped the stopper and bought it up to Quackity’s lips, tipping it up. “That’s it…” He whispered as the other man swallowed it down, his throat working as he did.
Tommy considered, shamefully, making a run for it while he was distracted. But when he glanced behind him the door they’d come through was sealed up. A quick scan of the room didn’t show any other noticeable doors though he was sure there had to be another somewhere.
Dream turned back to Tommy, pulling the bottle from Quackity’s lips. Most of whatever the potion there had been was gone now, but there was still some in it which Dream swirled around. “Oh Tommy, there’s just enough in here for you.” He wondered if he was smirking behind the smiling mask. Tommy shook his head, not wanting to drink anything the other man had made, because fuck knows what was in that potion. Dream, of course, wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
He closed the distance between them in two steps, used his free hand to grab Tommy’s hair and yank his head back. “That wasn’t a request.” When Tommy cried out he shoved the end of the bottle between his lips, draining the last of it into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it down. It tasted strangely sweet, kinda fruity but not anything he could identify. “Good boy.”
Once the bottle was empty he let go of Tommy’s hair, stepped back and put the empty bottle back in the chest. “What… what is that?”
“Something that will help make this more enjoyable for you.” Dream didn’t even both looking back at him as he knelt beside Quackity, undoing the restraints holding him to the table. Tommy started to feel kinda tingly and warm, the feeling pooling in his belly. He could feel his dick start to get hard, making a tent in his underwear. His cheeks flushed and he instantly bought his hands between his legs in an attempt to conceal his sudden arousal.
In front of him Quackity rose to his feet, revealing that his chest was covered in similar marks to his back and side. There were gold rings pierced through his nipples, glinting in the torchlight and Tommy couldn’t help but wonder if he’d always had them or if they were new additions. His gaze was drawn lower though, down towards Quackity’s cock. It was hard like Tommy’s was, though his was bigger. He couldn’t help but get the strongest sense of want by looking at it. He wanted it in him, stuffed down his throat or buried up his ass. The thought caught him off guard and he tried to shake it away but it just got stronger.
“Now why don’t you two fuck for me, there’s some good boys.” Dream spoke up as he walked away, taking a seat on a chair on a raised platform against the back wall. “And make it good.”
Before Tommy could really process what Dream meant by that Quackity had come over to him and kissed him. It was hungry and sloppy and needy, and Tommy found himself kissing back. He parted his lips, letting the older man’s tongue slip inside. It was electric, better than any other kiss he’d ever had, not that he’d had that many and it made him moan against him. Quackity’s hands moved down over his body, the tips of his fingers making him shiver as they brushed against his skin. Once they arrived at the waistband of his boxers Quackity slipped his fingers under them and pulled them down.
Strangely Tommy didn’t feel self conscious about that, even as the fabric was pushed down enough to free his aching dick. He could feel Quackity’s own dick press against his leg and that feeling of want was there again.
When Quackity stopped kissing him Tommy gasped for air. Everything felt dizzy and overwhelmed in the best way. It felt like his brain was all hazy and he couldn’t quite form words. All he knew was he wanted more, more kissing, more touching, more… everything.
Quackity was breathless too, and he was smiling when Tommy’s boxers slipped down his legs to the floor. “So pretty Tommy….” He whispered, running his fingers over Tommy’s skin, stroking across his belly and then moving lower. When he touched his dick Tommy let out a soft moan, his cheeks flushing. Quackity kissed him again, briefly this time and it felt much too short. “Stay.”
And then Quackity left him and Tommy let out a shameful whimper. He wanted so badly to go after him, to chase his touch, his lips. But something made him stay right where he was. Quackity went to the chest that Dream got the potion from and he pulled out another, much smaller one. This one was filled with something clear and the top of it was different. It didn’t have the usual potion bottle stopper, instead it had a cap that he popped open and he spread some of it over his fingers.
Tommy knew what was going to happen, but he couldn’t help but want it and want it intensely. As soon as Quackity returned to him he kissed him again, reaching around his waist and slipping his fingers between his cheeks. The slick fingertips found his hole, easily slipping inside. Tommy groaned against Quackity’s lips, his eyes slipping shut as he enjoyed the feeling of it slipping inside.
It was so different than last time, a thing that he’d buried deep down inside and now felt even more fuzzy.
The brief thought on it was gone as soon as it came, overwhelmed by the pleasant feeling. Quackity’s tongue danced around his, while his fingers started to move. He had two slick fingers in him already, moving them in and out easily, twisting and spreading them. The tips caught something somewhere that made him moan again, his whole body aching in pleasure and want.
When they parted for air again one word left Tommy’s lips. “Please.” Although he wasn’t exactly sure what he was begging for, hoping Quackity would know somehow.
He smiled, leaning into the curve of Tommy’s neck, peppering his skin with kisses as his two fingers were withdrawn. Before Tommy could whimper at the loss of them they were back inside him, only this time joined by a third. Tommy let out a needy sound, his hands coming up to Quackity’s body, running over his marked skin. It was strange, now he thought the bruises and carved initials suited him, that they looked pretty. As his fingers traced over one of the P’s he couldn’t help but wonder what they’d look like on his body.
Quackity spread his fingers more, just as his teeth nipped at his neck, making Tommy groan and feel even more overwhelmed. Everything just felt so much, almost too much. “Think… l think you’re ready.” Quackity murmured against him, giving his fingers another twist.
Tommy nodded, feeling unable to form words. Stringing a sentence together felt so hard, even finding a single word response felt so difficult. So he nodded again and pushed back against Quackity’s fingers, hoping that he got the message.
The older man pulled away from his neck, a wide smile on his face as he removed his fingers. All Tommy could manage was a whimper as they were removed, his ass rocking back to chase them. “Soon…” He whispered, taking ahold of Tommy and unsteadily moving him over to a table. Fuzzily, Tommy remembered it was the one Quackity had been tied to, and that made his dick ache even more as he was laid over the sticky wood.
Quackity got between his legs, lifting them over over his shoulders with trembling hands and then he thrust his hips forward. Tommy let out a loud, high pitched moan as he was filled by his cock, feeling like he was seeing stars. It felt amazing, so much better than his fingers had been and he wanted, needed more. Quackity’s hands were on him, touching wherever they could, mostly his legs, as he started to move.
The pace he set was uneven, there was no rhythm at all, some thrusts were rough and fast, while others were slower. Each snap of his hips made Tommy moan and part of him wished he could do more than let out incoherent sounds. He wasn’t sure what he would even say though. Would he beg for more? Say Quackity’s name like some reverent, horny chant? Tell him how good, no how amazing, it all felt?
He tried to reach for Quackity, to at least touch him in return, but all he could really manage to touch were his arms. The bruises and marks on them looked so beautiful, especially how the flickering torchlight reflected off his sweat sheened skin. The want of having his own filled his mind again, and he hoped to get some soon.
All thoughts left his head as Quackity’s fingers touched his cock, only this time it wasn’t a brief touch, ended in a few moments. This time Quackity wrapped his fingers around him, starting to stroke him. The touch was overwhelming, so much better than any times that he’d done it to himself, even more so by Quackity’s thrusts punctuating his movements. It was all so much.
“Oh Tommy….” The two words made him loll his head back off the table and he was confronted by Dream standing there. Tommy wondered just how long he’d been so close, but the thought left his head when he saw the other man’s cock was out. He drooled a little, trying to lean closer to it and Dream just chucked. “So needy and desperate, even though you’re already being filled.”
Tommy let out a soft, needy whine.
Dream thrust forward, his cock sliding into Tommy’s mouth and down his throat. Tommy couldn’t help but think how wonderful it felt to have Dream’s dick in his mouth. It was so big, so perfect, so… he couldn’t think of other words. He squeezed his lips around it, flicking his tongue against him, wanting to make him feel good. Not only that, but he wanted to taste him. No, he needed it.
He could still feel Quackity behind him, thrusting into him while his hand pumped him. It felt so overwhelming and he felt close, so close and yet… not that he cared if he came or not, he just wanted the other two me to cum, to fill him up as they wanted.
“Fill him up.” Dream moaned behind his mask, his voice sounding breathless as he moved his hips, sliding his cock in and out. “Do it.”
Quackity let out a low groan, thrusting into Tommy one last time before spilling deep inside him, painting his insides. It felt so good and Tommy couldn’t help but moan around Dream’s cock, the vibrations making his dick throb.
“How about you Tommy? You gonna be a good boy for me? You gonna be an a obedient little pet for me?” He pulled his cock out all the way, the smile mask staring down at him.
“Yes sir…” Tommy whispered softly, desperately. “I’ll be so good.”
Dream chuckled behind the mask and thrust back into his mouth. “Let him cum.” The words were like a trigger in his brain and he shot his load all over his belly, and it felt like he’d cum more than he ever had before. It was an overwhelming, amazing feeling, but he didn’t let it stop him lavish attention on Dream’s wonderful dick.
He lost himself in focusing on sucking him, Dream’s movements becoming increasingly rougher. He could taste the slight saltiness of precum leaking from his dick and he wanted more, swiping his tongue over the head whenever he could. Dream’s hands were on him, running across his chest and towards his neck, where one stayed, feeling as he thrust inside.
“That’s it, you better be good and swallow this all pet.” His fingers traced over the bulge his dick made and Tommy would have nodded if he could. He wanted it so badly, he lapped at him eagerly, desperate for what he now knew was so close. Dream thrust only a handful more times giving him what he so desperately wanted, cumming down his throat.
Tommy greedily swallowed it down, though he had to admit that he was a little disappointed there wasn’t more. Dream was panting softly when he pulled out, patting Tommy’s cheek. “Good boy, how to get you ready for the rest of your night.”
Tommy wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by that, all he knew was that he missed the feeling of being filled by him and by Quackity. He felt so fuzzy as he caught his breath, watching as Dream stepped away, before lifting him up and manhandling him so he was on his belly on the table. At first he didn’t understand why he’d been flipped over, but then he saw that one of the piston’s was now in front of his face. After moving them into position Dream tied his legs and arms to the table legs and then he felt something against his hole. “Open.” Tommy opened his mouth as wide as he could and he felt the end of the front piston move into his mouth. It wasn’t wood, or metal, but something else and it was shaped just like Dream’s dick, albeit a bit bigger. “Good boy.” The words made a good feeling blossom in his chest and he hoped that he’d call him that again.
Dream pressed the switch on the side of the piston and both ends started to move steadily, filling each of his holes up. It wasn’t quite as good as the real thing, but it still made him shudder. “That’s it, I think you’ll stay here for awhile and then I’ll come back and have some fun with your little body again.” Dream ram his fingers along his back as he said the words. “Though I think I’ll watch you awhile first.” The thought of being watched by him like this made him let out another moan as the piston thrust back into his mouth.
“Though as for you, you can be a good little slut and get on your knees.” Tommy couldn’t help but feel jealous, even though he couldn’t see them, but he heard the movement of Dream sitting and Quackity sinking down on his knees.
“Ah, there it is.” A new voice, from the direction of the doorway. It was familiar, but right now he couldn’t place it, not without a face to go with it. “Are you done with that little cunt?”
“Yeah sure, take him. Looks like it’s just going to be you and me for awhile Tommy.” He couldn’t help be feel glad by that, as he heard whoever it was drag Quackity out of the room, the door closing behind them. “Whatever will I do to entertain myself?”
Tommy felt his heart beat a little faster and he was definitely eager to find out.
Pairing: c!Quackity/c!Tommy, c!Dream/c!Quackity/c!Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non con, implied torture, fucking machine, drugs
Notes: Lore au (basically for Quackity’s and Tommy’s), I’ll probably edit in pics for everyone later
Notes 2: happy birthday Chai💜
Tommy’s heart beat faster. How had things gone so wrong? He knew it had been a possibility that things would go badly, of course he did, but when they had manage to beat Dream he thought, he hoped, that was the end of it.
And then Punz, Punz of all people, had bought Dream back. He still couldn’t understand that, it made no sense to him at all.
Not that he’d had much time to think about the revelation, since they’d been running and screaming and then… they lost.
And now here they were, back inside the prison, or what was left of it.
Tommy shivered, watching as Dream set fire to his and Tubbo’s clothes. He’d demanded they handed over their things, which he’d stored away, then demanded they strip to their underwear to show they weren’t hiding anything. He couldn’t really blame him for it, they had tried to kill him after all but still…
“Ok Dream, we’ve done what you wanted, now what?” He couldn’t help but glare at the other man, who was staring at him impassively with his smile mask. Beside him Punz stood, aiming his crossbow at them, switching the aim between him and Tubbo every so often. Tommy could hear his friend sob and he had to resist the urge to wrap his arm around him and hold him close.
“Now I think we need to take you somewhere more appropriate hmm?” Tommy felt himself shiver at the way he said that. “Move.”
“You heard him.” Punz added, gesturing with the crossbow. “Move you little fucks.”
Tommy looked sidelong at Tubbo, then took ahold of his friend’s hand before starting to walk.
Some of the corridors that they went through were familiar, especially at first. They were dilapidated, with broken walls, vines and stalactites forming on the ceiling. To be honest it creeped Tommy out and it made him wonder exactly why Dream had decided to live here if he wasn’t gonna even maintain it. And then it hit him: if it looked like the prison was abandoned then anyone that wandered in would just assume it was.
After a few long minutes Dream activated a switch, opening up a hidden passage that lead them into another part of the prison. This felt different. The walls and falls were clean, there was no sign of vines or damage at all. It didn’t take Tommy long to realise that there were cells either side of them. He could see doors and thin slits that could barely qualify as windows. He had the sinking suspicion that there were people inside.
“You think you were the first to try and kill me in here Tommy?” Dream spoke from where he was leading them. He held up his hand for them to stop and turned around to face them. “Go ahead, why don’t you take a look.”
Tommy almost didn’t want to, but he was afraid of what would happen if he didn’t. So he stepped closer to the wall, to the nearest slit in the dark brick and he peered inside. What he saw made him gasp.
There, chained to the opposite wall in the confined space, was Sapnap. He was naked and scarred, and his eye was surrounded by a nasty purple bruise. He backed away in shock, bumping into Tubbo as he did. “Tommy what is it? Who’s in there?” His voice trembled in fear, but Tommy couldn’t respond, he just looked at Dream.
“You see Tommy, he was stupid and impatient. He came for me alone, probably trying to protect you. He thought he could take me. He was wrong and now he’s in here.” Dream turned to face Tubbo and Tommy was sure that he was grinning behind the mask like the psycho he is. “And it’s not just Sapnap that’s here either, though he’s the only one stupid enough to try and take me alone. No, the others I had to take myself. Well, I had help of course for some of them.”
Tommy shivered and this time it wasn’t from the cold. He wanted to know who else was there, but at the same time he didn’t. “You’re fucked up Dream, you’ll never get away with this.”
“But I already have Tommy. I’ve had Sapnap in here for weeks and who has come looking for him? No one.” Dream took a step towards him, staring down at him behind that implacable, creepy smile. “In fact since I caught him you’re the only ones that came here…” He gestured from the cell window to both Tommy and Tubbo. “And you didn’t even know he was in here. If I’d have not been revived he’d have just died in there.”
Tommy felt his stomach start to sink at that and he had to admit he was right.
“I wonder, did you make the same mistake as him.” Dream’s gaze met his as he spoke. Before he could even open his mouth to ask what that was Dream continued. “Tell me one thing Tommy. Does anyone know you’re here?”
Tommy’s blood ran cold at that. Shit. He’d not wanted to involve anyone else and that meant he had told no one other than Tubbo. He was about to loudly deny it, to tell him that they’d told everyone, that the whole server was going to come and that history would repeat…
Tubbo sobbed loudly. “Please just let us go! We won’t do this I promise, we’ll leave you alone, we’ll leave the server, we’ll…”
Dream tilted his head to the boy and laughed coldly. “Oh I don’t think so Tubbo. You could have just left me alone but you made a choice to follow Tommy here. And you knew what would happen if you failed. So no.” He turned to Punz. “Throw him in one of the unoccupied cells, you can have some fun with him if you want. I’ve got something to show Tommy here.”
Punz smirked cruelly, grabbing Tubbo’s arm and pulling him away from Tommy’s side, hard enough that their hands separated. “What do you mean by fun?” Tommy asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
“You’re so simple minded Tommy, but I’m sure even someone as stupid as you will figure it out.” Punz tightened his grip on Tubbo’s arm pulling him away. “Have fun.”
And then Punz hit a switch and pulled Tubbo through the newly open doorway. It was closed before Tommy could see what was inside.
“You bastard fuck Dream.” Tommy m. under his breath, though he wanted to scream it. He wanted to run up to dream and beat him with his fists until he was tired, because he knew it wouldn’t realistically do anything. Before he could do anything though, Dream pulled out his sword, angling it towards him.
“Be a good boy now and I won’t have to use this.” Tommy shut his mouth instantly. “Now, keep moving.”
They went down a few more twisting corridors, which made Tommy wonder just how big the prison actually was, they arrived at another switch door. Dream pressed it with his free hand, then roughly shoved Tommy through it.
Beyond there was a room, illuminated by the flickering light of torches spaced out along the walls. There was wooden furniture between the torches and the floor was, unlike everywhere else thus far, stone. But the thing that drew his eye wasn’t any of that, but it was what was set up right in the middle of the room, directly in front of them.
There were two pistons set up and the sounds of them moving filled the room. It was what was between them that made him gasp, or rather, who. Because there, tied down and bent over a wooden table, completely naked, was Quackity. The pistons were connected to two things, one which was moving in and out of his mouth while the other was moving in and out of his ass. “Quackity! Wh… what is this?” Tommy stammered, unable to look away from the machine and the way it moved.
Whenever the one at his mouth went in the one in his assmoved out in sync with it. It made Tommy shudder, even more so when he saw how Quackity’s body, glistening with sweat, was covered in bruises and marks. Tommy could make out two letters, repeatedly carved into his skin: P and D.
“Oh this?” Dream walked to the nearest of the pistons, tapping the top of it. “This is my creation, or one of them anyway. It’s a fucking machine.” He pressed a switch on the side of it and both of the ends withdrew from Quackity, making the other man gasp.
Tommy instantly ran over to him, crouching by his head. “Big Q are you ok?” Quackity turned his face to look up at him, his eyes slightly glazed, drool dripping down his chin. He looked so dazed as he caught his breath and Tommy wondered how long he’d been left like this. “Big Q!”
“T… Tommy…” Quackity whispered, shaking his head slightly as if to clear his head. “What… What’re you doing here?”
“He’s my new plaything.” Dream cut in from where he was no standing behind Tommy, which made him jump in surprise. “And I think you should play together for me.”
“What do you mean Dream?” Tommy had a sinking suspicion what he meant, half buried memories making him tremble.
“I think you can guess. But for clarity’s sake.” He aimed the point of a knife at Quackity. “I want you.” He turned the blade to Tommy. “To fuck him.”
“Dream I…” He grabbed a fistful of Quackity’s hair, which Tommy realised was hanging free for the first time he’d known him, and then quickly added. “I mean sir…”
“Don’t worry I’ll give you something to help.” Dream stepped away, moving to the other side of the piston and opening a chest. He pulled out a potion bottle, but the swirling bright green liquid within was like nothing Tommy had seen before. Dream popped the stopper and bought it up to Quackity’s lips, tipping it up. “That’s it…” He whispered as the other man swallowed it down, his throat working as he did.
Tommy considered, shamefully, making a run for it while he was distracted. But when he glanced behind him the door they’d come through was sealed up. A quick scan of the room didn’t show any other noticeable doors though he was sure there had to be another somewhere.
Dream turned back to Tommy, pulling the bottle from Quackity’s lips. Most of whatever the potion there had been was gone now, but there was still some in it which Dream swirled around. “Oh Tommy, there’s just enough in here for you.” He wondered if he was smirking behind the smiling mask. Tommy shook his head, not wanting to drink anything the other man had made, because fuck knows what was in that potion. Dream, of course, wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
He closed the distance between them in two steps, used his free hand to grab Tommy’s hair and yank his head back. “That wasn’t a request.” When Tommy cried out he shoved the end of the bottle between his lips, draining the last of it into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it down. It tasted strangely sweet, kinda fruity but not anything he could identify. “Good boy.”
Once the bottle was empty he let go of Tommy’s hair, stepped back and put the empty bottle back in the chest. “What… what is that?”
“Something that will help make this more enjoyable for you.” Dream didn’t even both looking back at him as he knelt beside Quackity, undoing the restraints holding him to the table. Tommy started to feel kinda tingly and warm, the feeling pooling in his belly. He could feel his dick start to get hard, making a tent in his underwear. His cheeks flushed and he instantly bought his hands between his legs in an attempt to conceal his sudden arousal.
In front of him Quackity rose to his feet, revealing that his chest was covered in similar marks to his back and side. There were gold rings pierced through his nipples, glinting in the torchlight and Tommy couldn’t help but wonder if he’d always had them or if they were new additions. His gaze was drawn lower though, down towards Quackity’s cock. It was hard like Tommy’s was, though his was bigger. He couldn’t help but get the strongest sense of want by looking at it. He wanted it in him, stuffed down his throat or buried up his ass. The thought caught him off guard and he tried to shake it away but it just got stronger.
“Now why don’t you two fuck for me, there’s some good boys.” Dream spoke up as he walked away, taking a seat on a chair on a raised platform against the back wall. “And make it good.”
Before Tommy could really process what Dream meant by that Quackity had come over to him and kissed him. It was hungry and sloppy and needy, and Tommy found himself kissing back. He parted his lips, letting the older man’s tongue slip inside. It was electric, better than any other kiss he’d ever had, not that he’d had that many and it made him moan against him. Quackity’s hands moved down over his body, the tips of his fingers making him shiver as they brushed against his skin. Once they arrived at the waistband of his boxers Quackity slipped his fingers under them and pulled them down.
Strangely Tommy didn’t feel self conscious about that, even as the fabric was pushed down enough to free his aching dick. He could feel Quackity’s own dick press against his leg and that feeling of want was there again.
When Quackity stopped kissing him Tommy gasped for air. Everything felt dizzy and overwhelmed in the best way. It felt like his brain was all hazy and he couldn’t quite form words. All he knew was he wanted more, more kissing, more touching, more… everything.
Quackity was breathless too, and he was smiling when Tommy’s boxers slipped down his legs to the floor. “So pretty Tommy….” He whispered, running his fingers over Tommy’s skin, stroking across his belly and then moving lower. When he touched his dick Tommy let out a soft moan, his cheeks flushing. Quackity kissed him again, briefly this time and it felt much too short. “Stay.”
And then Quackity left him and Tommy let out a shameful whimper. He wanted so badly to go after him, to chase his touch, his lips. But something made him stay right where he was. Quackity went to the chest that Dream got the potion from and he pulled out another, much smaller one. This one was filled with something clear and the top of it was different. It didn’t have the usual potion bottle stopper, instead it had a cap that he popped open and he spread some of it over his fingers.
Tommy knew what was going to happen, but he couldn’t help but want it and want it intensely. As soon as Quackity returned to him he kissed him again, reaching around his waist and slipping his fingers between his cheeks. The slick fingertips found his hole, easily slipping inside. Tommy groaned against Quackity’s lips, his eyes slipping shut as he enjoyed the feeling of it slipping inside.
It was so different than last time, a thing that he’d buried deep down inside and now felt even more fuzzy.
The brief thought on it was gone as soon as it came, overwhelmed by the pleasant feeling. Quackity’s tongue danced around his, while his fingers started to move. He had two slick fingers in him already, moving them in and out easily, twisting and spreading them. The tips caught something somewhere that made him moan again, his whole body aching in pleasure and want.
When they parted for air again one word left Tommy’s lips. “Please.” Although he wasn’t exactly sure what he was begging for, hoping Quackity would know somehow.
He smiled, leaning into the curve of Tommy’s neck, peppering his skin with kisses as his two fingers were withdrawn. Before Tommy could whimper at the loss of them they were back inside him, only this time joined by a third. Tommy let out a needy sound, his hands coming up to Quackity’s body, running over his marked skin. It was strange, now he thought the bruises and carved initials suited him, that they looked pretty. As his fingers traced over one of the P’s he couldn’t help but wonder what they’d look like on his body.
Quackity spread his fingers more, just as his teeth nipped at his neck, making Tommy groan and feel even more overwhelmed. Everything just felt so much, almost too much. “Think… l think you’re ready.” Quackity murmured against him, giving his fingers another twist.
Tommy nodded, feeling unable to form words. Stringing a sentence together felt so hard, even finding a single word response felt so difficult. So he nodded again and pushed back against Quackity’s fingers, hoping that he got the message.
The older man pulled away from his neck, a wide smile on his face as he removed his fingers. All Tommy could manage was a whimper as they were removed, his ass rocking back to chase them. “Soon…” He whispered, taking ahold of Tommy and unsteadily moving him over to a table. Fuzzily, Tommy remembered it was the one Quackity had been tied to, and that made his dick ache even more as he was laid over the sticky wood.
Quackity got between his legs, lifting them over over his shoulders with trembling hands and then he thrust his hips forward. Tommy let out a loud, high pitched moan as he was filled by his cock, feeling like he was seeing stars. It felt amazing, so much better than his fingers had been and he wanted, needed more. Quackity’s hands were on him, touching wherever they could, mostly his legs, as he started to move.
The pace he set was uneven, there was no rhythm at all, some thrusts were rough and fast, while others were slower. Each snap of his hips made Tommy moan and part of him wished he could do more than let out incoherent sounds. He wasn’t sure what he would even say though. Would he beg for more? Say Quackity’s name like some reverent, horny chant? Tell him how good, no how amazing, it all felt?
He tried to reach for Quackity, to at least touch him in return, but all he could really manage to touch were his arms. The bruises and marks on them looked so beautiful, especially how the flickering torchlight reflected off his sweat sheened skin. The want of having his own filled his mind again, and he hoped to get some soon.
All thoughts left his head as Quackity’s fingers touched his cock, only this time it wasn’t a brief touch, ended in a few moments. This time Quackity wrapped his fingers around him, starting to stroke him. The touch was overwhelming, so much better than any times that he’d done it to himself, even more so by Quackity’s thrusts punctuating his movements. It was all so much.
“Oh Tommy….” The two words made him loll his head back off the table and he was confronted by Dream standing there. Tommy wondered just how long he’d been so close, but the thought left his head when he saw the other man’s cock was out. He drooled a little, trying to lean closer to it and Dream just chucked. “So needy and desperate, even though you’re already being filled.”
Tommy let out a soft, needy whine.
Dream thrust forward, his cock sliding into Tommy’s mouth and down his throat. Tommy couldn’t help but think how wonderful it felt to have Dream’s dick in his mouth. It was so big, so perfect, so… he couldn’t think of other words. He squeezed his lips around it, flicking his tongue against him, wanting to make him feel good. Not only that, but he wanted to taste him. No, he needed it.
He could still feel Quackity behind him, thrusting into him while his hand pumped him. It felt so overwhelming and he felt close, so close and yet… not that he cared if he came or not, he just wanted the other two me to cum, to fill him up as they wanted.
“Fill him up.” Dream moaned behind his mask, his voice sounding breathless as he moved his hips, sliding his cock in and out. “Do it.”
Quackity let out a low groan, thrusting into Tommy one last time before spilling deep inside him, painting his insides. It felt so good and Tommy couldn’t help but moan around Dream’s cock, the vibrations making his dick throb.
“How about you Tommy? You gonna be a good boy for me? You gonna be an a obedient little pet for me?” He pulled his cock out all the way, the smile mask staring down at him.
“Yes sir…” Tommy whispered softly, desperately. “I’ll be so good.”
Dream chuckled behind the mask and thrust back into his mouth. “Let him cum.” The words were like a trigger in his brain and he shot his load all over his belly, and it felt like he’d cum more than he ever had before. It was an overwhelming, amazing feeling, but he didn’t let it stop him lavish attention on Dream’s wonderful dick.
He lost himself in focusing on sucking him, Dream’s movements becoming increasingly rougher. He could taste the slight saltiness of precum leaking from his dick and he wanted more, swiping his tongue over the head whenever he could. Dream’s hands were on him, running across his chest and towards his neck, where one stayed, feeling as he thrust inside.
“That’s it, you better be good and swallow this all pet.” His fingers traced over the bulge his dick made and Tommy would have nodded if he could. He wanted it so badly, he lapped at him eagerly, desperate for what he now knew was so close. Dream thrust only a handful more times giving him what he so desperately wanted, cumming down his throat.
Tommy greedily swallowed it down, though he had to admit that he was a little disappointed there wasn’t more. Dream was panting softly when he pulled out, patting Tommy’s cheek. “Good boy, how to get you ready for the rest of your night.”
Tommy wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by that, all he knew was that he missed the feeling of being filled by him and by Quackity. He felt so fuzzy as he caught his breath, watching as Dream stepped away, before lifting him up and manhandling him so he was on his belly on the table. At first he didn’t understand why he’d been flipped over, but then he saw that one of the piston’s was now in front of his face. After moving them into position Dream tied his legs and arms to the table legs and then he felt something against his hole. “Open.” Tommy opened his mouth as wide as he could and he felt the end of the front piston move into his mouth. It wasn’t wood, or metal, but something else and it was shaped just like Dream’s dick, albeit a bit bigger. “Good boy.” The words made a good feeling blossom in his chest and he hoped that he’d call him that again.
Dream pressed the switch on the side of the piston and both ends started to move steadily, filling each of his holes up. It wasn’t quite as good as the real thing, but it still made him shudder. “That’s it, I think you’ll stay here for awhile and then I’ll come back and have some fun with your little body again.” Dream ram his fingers along his back as he said the words. “Though I think I’ll watch you awhile first.” The thought of being watched by him like this made him let out another moan as the piston thrust back into his mouth.
“Though as for you, you can be a good little slut and get on your knees.” Tommy couldn’t help but feel jealous, even though he couldn’t see them, but he heard the movement of Dream sitting and Quackity sinking down on his knees.
“Ah, there it is.” A new voice, from the direction of the doorway. It was familiar, but right now he couldn’t place it, not without a face to go with it. “Are you done with that little cunt?”
“Yeah sure, take him. Looks like it’s just going to be you and me for awhile Tommy.” He couldn’t help be feel glad by that, as he heard whoever it was drag Quackity out of the room, the door closing behind them. “Whatever will I do to entertain myself?”
Tommy felt his heart beat a little faster and he was definitely eager to find out.
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Date: 2022-11-26 07:11 pm (UTC)U WRITE CDREAM SOOOOO PERFECT I READ EVWRY LINE OF DIALOGUE IN HIS VOICE AND U INCLUDED PUNZ!!!!!! Kinda want to know what happened with him and Tubbo 😏😏 AND OH I LOVE HOW Q WAS SO COMMANDING TO TOMMY BUT AT THE SAME TIME STILL A LITTLE SUBBY BITCH THATS JUST THE WAY I LIKE HIM AAAA this is the first time I read anything with a fucking machine I think??? It was such a hot mental image 🤤 and I love how Tommy went from being scared to being sooooo needy aaaaa I love drugged noncon sfm
TOMMY GETTING SPITROASTED <3333333 Q BEING ALL BRUISED AND CARVED UP AND OHHH SAPNAP TOO I LOVE THAT U INCLUDED HIM he probably wants to save Tommy so bad 🥺🥺🥺
THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER I NEED TO READ IT OVER AND OVER!!!!!!!
I wonder tho… who came and took Quackity at the end 😏 it didn’t seem like Punz… idky I thought it could be Wilbur!
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Date: 2022-11-26 07:23 pm (UTC)My main thing when I think of dream is him saying ‘oh Tommy’ so that constantly came up. And yeah I was gonna do something else, even started it, then lore happened and was like ‘I have to do this!’ c!Punz is so hot😏 I’m so glad you thought so! I’ve not done too much with fucking machines but this felt so appropriate (I think I read someone tweet about pistons as a fucking machine and it stuck a bit) and ahhh I’m so glad!
Tommy getting spitroasted is so…. I almost went for a different end but then switched to that. Quackity all marked is such a hot image right? Poor sapnap and his saviour complex😏
Oh thank you so many I’m so so glad!
Oh it wasn’t Punz, but who could it be?🤔 he only had two initials carved in him so who else has one of those….
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Date: 2022-11-28 10:26 pm (UTC)And also the spitroast was just yesssssssss, spitroasts are always good :D
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Date: 2022-11-28 10:30 pm (UTC)Oh yeah they really are! Hehe they’re so underated
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Date: 2022-11-28 10:47 pm (UTC)They so so so are...
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Date: 2022-11-28 11:05 pm (UTC)There needs to be more!
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Date: 2022-11-28 11:12 pm (UTC)