I've always been messed up. Many people wouldn't think a boy like me would dream the things I do. I'm glad no one knows. I was paranoid Bill would have found out but I found a spell that could hide certain things about me, even from a demon. No one can know I am a masochist... ever! Not even Mabel can know.
I tucked my notebook under the bed and shut the lights off. I started a notebook for my desires about a year ago. Yes it may be odd but keeping all of it in was killing me. Especially after hitting puberty. its been a year since I was last in Gravity Falls. Summer was just about to begin again and mabel and I were almost to our destination.
Over the year I didn't change much except for gaining a few inches. I was glad I finally got taller but now every one called me a stick since I was so thin. Hell even our parents sent me to a doctor to make sure I was okay.
The bus stopped at the old shack we had so much fun at. Mabel ran off the bus leaving me to carry our luggage. I stepped off the bus to be met with a huge party. A poster was hung on the old wood of the shack that read 'welcome back' it was nice to be back. Every one was there, even Stan and Ford came back for the summer. On the other hand I felt something was wrong. The air seemed heavy and hot. It was unsettling. My head started to spin, I only just got back and already I was hit with weirdness.
"Dipper? Are you okay?" my head came out of the haze to meet Fords gaze.
"Y-yeah, it's so nice to see you!" I shouted bringing him and Stan into I tight hug. Mabel latched on as well.
"Okay! That's enough affection for one day," Stan laughed pushing us away.
"Hey Dipper, can I talk to you for a second?" Ford asked. I nodded and followed him behind the shack. He nervously scratched his neck.
"Um, Bill is back... a-and he is stronger than before," he murmured quietly. I choked on the air around me trying to wrap my mind around his words. We are all dead!
"H-how?!" I shouted in worry. I started to panic, we worked so hard to get rid of Bill and in less than a year hes back and he is stronger than before?! Its hopeless!
"I'm not sure how but Bill is planning something. He said not to worry, and that he wasn't looking to take over our dimension anymore. Instead he said he wanted entertainment," sweat dripped down Fords head. "He is after you! He knows you used that spell to hide something from him. He knows there is something about you no one else knows and he is determined to find it."
I was astonished by this. Fear rose in my body. He cant find out!
I sat down and took my hat off. My fingers ran though my hair as I sighed.
"What could be so secretive you had to hide it from an all seeing demon?" Ford wondered aloud.
"Its something I can't even tell Mabel," I informed him and hopped he wouldn't pry. Lucky for me he didn't.
"Just look out for him," he warned then went back to the party.
After a long day of partying Mabel and I settled down in our attic. Our things were hung up and put in place. We laid down and Mabel passed out instantly. I took that opportunity to write in my masochistic journal. In the first page was a spell that wouldn't allow anyone but me to read my writing. I started to write one of my fantasies down until my eyes began to droop. I placed my journal under the bed and shut my eyes.
"Wakey wakey Pine Tree," I herd a high pitched voice shout. I opened my eyes to meet one golden yellow eye and one that was covered with an eye patch. It was odd, the person in front of me, he had Bills voice so it had to be him, yet the figure infront of me was a handsome young man.
"B-bill?" I asked unsure of where I was, a smile spread across his face.
"Correct! You deserve a reward, but first I want you to awnser a question, what are you hiding?" his eyes stared into my soul. I looked around in the darkness trying to find something to say.
"What do you mean? You know everything, even my weird obsession with Wendy, you've see all my shame, what else could I possibly hide?" my nervousness found its was into my voice. Bill laughed thinking back to all the embarrassing things I've done but quickly composed himself.
"True, you've done a lot of interesting things, but there is something you're hiding, and I'm going to figure it out," he snapped his fingers and instantly my hands where chained to the floor. In Bills hands was a whip. My mind was panicked, I was in danger. Whips were one of my fetishes!
I yanked on the chains to get away but they didn't budge.
"Bill, let me go!" I was starting to shake. He only chuckled and snapped the whip near me. I cringed and noticed I was staring to get hard. Shit! I knew he did not mean for this to be sexual at all and if he found out I was turned oh I would die from embarrassment. I crouched to hide my boner.
"You have one more chance before I hit you to tell me what you're hiding," he paused for a second waiting for my awnser. I didn't give him one. His face turned angry, readying the whip.
"W-wait, please don't" I shouted. I tried to think of something only to fail.
"Tch, well if you don't have an awnser for me I don't have a choice," In seconds a sharp pain erupted on my back. I choked back a moan, Bill hummed in approval.
"I expected you to be sobbing after one hit, impressive," he mumbled. He readied his whip once again. I bit my lip hard to keep my pleasure hidden.
SNAP SNAP
Two more hits snapped on my back. I let out a small squeak, pleasure pulsed through me making my arousal throb.
"Please stop!" I couldn't take it any more. I just wanted to relieve myself. Bill looked at me with anger and frustration. He expected me to spill it the first hit.
"What *snap!* could *snap!* be *snap!* so *snap!* important! *snap*" one after another he hit me. Blood dripped down my chin from biting it.
"Ah-ahhn~" a moan escaped my mouth with out my consent. My eyes widened in horror at the lewd sound I made. I covered my mouth in fear. Bill was shocked, the whip hung loosely in his hands. A devious grin found its way onto his face. He walked closer to me and grabbed a fist full of my hair. He yanked my head up too look him in the eye.
"Did you just... moan? Oh-ho-ho! Could it be that my stubborn Pine Tree is a... masochist?" Bill teased. I yanked myself out of his grip.
"NO! I-I'm not! Only p-perverts like getting hurt!" I shouted in a panicked voice. I hid my face in my hands, he is judging me! He is staring at me! Those thoughts made me blush. This can't be happening! Bill took a seat on the ground next to me. He undid the chains and his eyes lingered down to my crotch that I tried desperately to hide.
"You can't sit there and tell me you aren't a masochist! You're hard!" he shouted. I blushed and brought my knees to my chest to hide myself.
"S-shut up!" I cried in embarrassment. He is making fun of me. He is laughing inside. He was making me feel really embarrassed, and the bad part was, I liked it.
"Hey Pine Tree? You like pain, I like inflicting pain... would you like to make a deal?" at this I looked disgusted. Doing S&M with Bill? Never!
"I know its weird but just listen. I get an adorable submissive and you get a master that can pleasure you anyway you want and more," Bill nudged me. I shook my head.
"No way! And I told you I'm not a masochist!" I shouted at him flustered. He chuckled and Shrugged.
"Just think about it. I'll be waiting for you. Learning what you like just in case you change your mind!"
My eyes opened to be blinded by the morning sun. Instantly I realized what just happened. I reached under my bed for my masochistic Journal and looked to the front page. Instead of the spell I found the ink reformed in two different words.
'Once the secret is discovered this spell becomes useless'
I was screwed, if anyone found this they would know! I hid it under my bed only now I put it in a box with a lock on it. That should keep it hidden! I walked into the gift shop and sat in the stool next to Wendy. We talked a bit and caught up. It was nice until a teenage man walked into the shack and approached Wendy.
"Sorry Dipper, my boyfriend is here!" She hopped up and left I sighed in disappointment. I set my head down on the table. I stood up and walked around the shop looking for Mabel. Maybe she would want to hang out. I looked around more only to find a note on the table claiming she was hanging out with Candy and Grenada. Of course. I grabbed my bag and walked out into the forest. I might as well discover something new.
After a few hours I started to get tired. I didn't find anything so I just started to head home. That is until I noticed something moving behind the bush. My curiosity got the best of me so I looked behind it only to regret what I saw. Tambry and Robbie were making out!
"Hey runt what the hell are you doing here?" Robbie shouted and charged towards me. My cheeks turned red and I turned around to run only to be caught by the hood of my jacket.
"I'm sorry!" I shouted for forgiveness only for him to lift me up by my shirt collar and pin me to a tree. He hit me right in the gut making me lose my breath. I kicked around till my foot made contact with his stomach. He dropped me so I took that moment to run. I didn't even look back my stomach was now upset. I ran for 10 minutes straight once I got to the shack my vision was blurry and my throat was burning. My head was killing me. I went to go get some Tylenol only to realize we were out. I rub my temples and headed to my room only for my worst fear to become true. there was my grunkle stan sitting on my bed with my masochistic journal in his hands.
"W-what are you doing? Get out! Get out! Get out!" I placed my hands on his back and pushed him out.
"Wait! I just want to talk to you!" He shouted. I ignored him and slammed the door in his face. I hopped to my bed and place the journal back in the box and locked it. I stuffed it under my bed and buried my head in my pillow. I wanted to keep away from everyone in the outside world. My secret was out!
Stan is probably joking around laughing as he tells everyone in the shop that I'm a masochist! I'm ruined! I groaned and lay down with the pillow covering my face. Darkness washed over me as I went into sleep mode.