Warning: UNDERAGE SMUT/RAPE

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"Thought they would never leave." Richard breathed after a moment in silence. Dipper swallowed dryly as Richard loosened his tie. He looked over to the teen, "Aw, don't look so tense. This will be fun." He walked over to the alcohol cabinet, which just beyond Josh's reach, and pulled out whiskey. "Want some?" He looked back to Dipper.

Normally, Dipper would have said no, but this time, Dipper would rather be drunk off his ass so he wouldn't feel anything. Hell, maybe he'd die from alcohol poisoning. He nodded and Richard pulled out two drinking glasses and filled them with whisky. He walked over to the island just as Richard set the drink in front of him. Just as Dipper reached for it, the man slid the drink away just out of his reach. Dipper looked at him and sighed lightly through his nose. Of coarse.

He got close, really close to the man, so that they were just about touching, the man bent down slightly. Dipper closed his eyes and pecked the man's lips before the he was taken over by greedy teeth. Dipper undid the older man's belt, letting it fall off his hips and onto the floor. The man did his best, to get his tongue into that boy's mouth, saliva dripping from his lips. But with both hands occupied, he couldn't keep the boy in place. He forced himself away and gave him the drink. Dipper downed it in a matter of seconds, only to cough harshly as he felt his throat was set on fire and the air was kicked harshly out of his lungs.

Richard laughed, "Too strong for ya?" He smiled, eyes filled with lust as he looked Dipper up and down before downing his own drink. Dipper felt disgusted, but he was sure as hell used to it, like he wanted to vomit. Richard wandered to the couch, followed by Dipper. "Don't get much sex from my wife now days, though that's probably obvious." He sat slouched, his legs spread open, a bulge poked out from his unzipped pants. "Marriage is falling apart. But, other than that, life's been ok." he watched Dipper kneel before him, licking his lips slowly as he watched the boy eye the boner before him. "Specially with you here." He cooed.

Dipper's eyes flickered to him momentarily before darting to the floor in a submissive manner, a manner which he enjoyed. A manner that made him feel powerful, like he could bend the world at will, like he could fuck his barbie all night.

Dipper shoved all of his emotions, fears, loves, and hates, back, back, back far back into his mind, where he could never hear them. His shoved his conscious even farther, in fear it would fuck him up, and he would be punished severely.

"20 more for doing this bit." Richard informed him. Dipper took a breath and gently placed a hand on the bump in between the man's legs. Dipper did not want this. He didn't want any of this. But what was he going to do about it? Cry? He rubbed the bump before grinding his palm into it, the bump growing bigger in his hand. Richard let out a shaky breath, as if trying to control himself from pounding him right then and there.

"Come here a minute." Dipper looked up and stretched as he was told to. Richard leaned down and gave him a wet sloppy kiss, one full of hunger for the smaller one as he felt him up, raising the sweater and shirt over his thin stomach and fragile chest. When the kiss was broken, he forced the clothing over Dipper's head before he had time to register it. Dipper was beyond thin, able to see bone through his skin, weak and pale. His cheeks burned once again as he tried to cover his body with his arms and hands, but this time, in embarrassment. He had shown no one this, not even the people who fucked him. He usually had at least a shirt on. "A bit thinner than I thought." Richard muttered before shoving Dipper's face down into his, now out, boner.

Dipper ripped away from the thing touching his face, already feeling like he had to scrape his skin off. The thing curved towards him, twitching for attention for Dipper's hands, and twitching more for Dipper's wet mouth. He took it in his hands and slowly stroked it, earning soft coos from its owner. He continued to stroke it, and got a look from Richard when even that wasn't enough. So he licked the tip, and swore he felt the thing suddenly throb in his hand.

He pumped faster, trailing his tongue over the crown and occasionally sucking on it. Richard hummed on the sucking, feeling the need to tell this boy to deepthroat him, but holding that back. That would come soon. "Bring my sack out. It needs to breath" and feel those lips graze over them. Dipper shivered but obeyed, disgusted. He continued to stroke the shaft in between his palms, his skin and breath glazing over the man's balls. Boy did that guy have some weird kinks. After Dipper's pumps got so fast to the point Richard was slightly bucking his hips and trying to keep himself from slamming that boy's head down on his dick, Dipper let go and started licking his him.

He licked his entire thing, his tongue dragging over his balls sent shivers down the older man's spine. It just felt so good. Dipper dragged his tongue up to the tip and licking that well clean, not missing the quite twitches and throbs of excitement for what he was about to do next. Richard was doing everything in his power to hold himself back. Dipper sucked the tip for a moment, his teeth lightly grazing the crown, before slipping most of the shaft into his mouth and a bit into this throat. Richard couldn't help but let a loud groan out, the wish of this boy's wet mouth on him, finally completed.

Dipper sucked harshly on the thing in his mouth, hearing loud groans and pants from hits owner. He continued to for a moment before pulling it all out of his mouth and licking it again, and taking it into his mouth, this time bobbing his head lightly with less suction. A large hand was placed on his head as he bobbed, his lips dragging along as the thing in his mouth got what it had went out of its way to harden for, something wet and slimy to spit into.

Dipper was then reminded of how some men's brain's were in their dicks. Dipper cooed lightly at the thought as he sucked. This, was surely one of them. He felt Richard's hips buck lightly and sped up. More moaning and cooing. Soon enough, he was deep throating, being choked as the hand on his head pressed him down some before being able to bring himself up for air, before once again being choked down again. This became a repeated cycle for a bit, slowly speeding it up every occassion.

Dipper was held down now, the hips bucked up to shoved what little remained down into his throat before grinding himself on Dipper's mouth. Dipper forced himself up, to regain air, only to be forced down again and held, as his mouth was humped lightly by the man who seemed to enjoy this considering his moans out for god himself. Dipper forced himself up again and when he got enough air after coughing, he was shoved back down, move violent humping this time. When he did get air again, he was brought down, but this time both hands gripped his hair as they brought his head up and down at a fast pace, his mouth meeting with bucking hips that made him choke each time. When he got the chance, he gasp for air before being plummeted down.

It got faster as his breaths got shorter, and faster, and soon, the able speed wasn't enough for Richard. Dipper caught a little air before being held in an iron grip, being held down where his mouth was being fucked by a man who was now standing. Tears slipped down his cheeks, as this has never really happened before. Richard pounded his hips into the teen's mouth, his dick raping the his throat, just about ready to shoot it's seman into his lungs. He pounded harder and Dipper was in desperate need of air. Richard was grunting through his teeth, fully ready to blow, and just a split second before he did, Dipper managed to pull out, finally breathing just as a shot of liquid shot at his face and the hands shoved him harder onto the bucking hips and the sperm was unloaded into his throat.

Dipper was held there, pressing to get it out, as seman filled his windpipe. When Richard finally let go, Dipper tore his mouth off and starting coughing violently, bits of white liquid flying out. When he was done, he sat there to catch his breath. As he did this, Richard gave him a quick look down, and decided he needed more seman on his skin and began to jack-off to Dipper's rough painting. Soon enough, there was white sperm all over Dipper's chest.

"Since you coughed all of it up, thought it'd be best to let you try to swallow it all again." Richard finally took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he watch Dipper clean himself with his fingers and tongue. Soon he was done and Richard motioned him over, Dipper crawled over and a thumb draped across his face, gathering the lost shot on his thumb, Dipper gracefully stuck the large digit in his mouth and swallowed as he slipped his pants and underwear off.

Dipper briefly wondered when the alcohol from earlier finally start to take effect. It had likely already due to the numbness in his jaw. He slipped over the man's lap as on cue, and laid his wet swollen lips on the man's cracked one's. Richard hungerly shoved his tongue into the boy's mouth, feeling around every which way as he laid his hands on Dipper's chest, thumbs feeling his small buds.

Dipper moaned lightly from being rubbed, a voice that betrayed him even more when he was pinched, a groan ripping from him. When the kiss was split, Dipper got off him and the man stood up and lead him to his room where he found his wife's lubrication. Dipper laid on his stomach, legs spread far apart as his feet and ass hung slightly off the bed. Richard placed some lubricant on his fingers and prodded Dipper's hole before pressing his fingers in, bending them every which way to get the lube spread. He pulled out and positioned himself.

Dipper didn't want this.

He hated this.

He wish he'd just die right now.

If Mabel found out, it'd break her heart.

Mabel did NOT need to find out.

Richard pressed himself in before pulling out again, positioning himself to hit Dipper's sweet spot, and pressing in again. Dipper moaned lightly, a voice he wish he could disown. Quick pumps quickly replaced the slow ones, moans were replaced with groaning and panting. Dipper arched his back to try to gather more in. He wish he could disown his body.

He gripped the blankets as the man held one hand dug into his waist while the other was tightly around his throat so that breathing became hard.

Richard grunted and dug deeper in, ghosting over the sweet spot and Dipper's mind quickly becoming clouded with lust. Richard's tip brushed over the spot again and Dipper groaned loudly, Richard grinning in victory. Soon, that spot was abused as Richard pounded his hips into Dipper's harder and harder, choking him more and more as nails dug into his flesh. Dipper's groaning and pleads to the heavens became raspy and short, as did his gasps for air, but everything felt so good.

Soon enough, the way they were now wasn't enough for him. Richard let go of Dipper and crawled on top of him, sticking himself in dogy-style, which seemed the best way to pound the boy, though it wasn't really, but it did lock Dipper in place. Dipper was now trapped between arms tightly in front of his shoulders and a thing pounding his ass, searching for his sweet spot again, which was quickly found. Dipper screamed into the sheets as his sweet spot was harshly dug into.

In truth, he had already came twice, with all the pounding and his self rubbing on the blankets. Saliva dripped from his lips as hips pounded at him maliciously from behind in a dog like manner. Richard was at his top speed, slamming his crown onto Dipper's spot repeatedly before digging into it and releasing all the content that his shaft was holding, groaning loudly as Dipper screamed into the sheets as he let himself go for the third time onto the blanket.

Richard stayed in a moment while the two painted on the blankets. Once he did pull out, he laid next to Dipper who was having a hard time catching his breath. When he did, Richard pulled out his wallet again, pulled out a 20 and a 5 and handed it to him, which Dipper took and climbed off the bed before leaving the room. He slipped on his sweater, which was a bit over-sized, gathered his things, and left.

He went straight home.

He put his clothes on the couch, grabbed a knife and shallow bucket from the kitchen, and headed straight to his room, ignoring the calls to him from the now-awake Bill.

Locking himself in, ignoring Bills calls and sat on the bed, bucket under his arm and began slashing at his already beaten wrists. He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't feel the sharp knife cutting open his skin. He couldn't feel the blood pooling and leaving his body and into the bucket he held in his lap. He made another cut and watched the blood drip down. Another cut, he was mesmerized by the color of his own blood as red liquid covered his arm. Another cut. He continued to watch. An hour later and he continued to stare at his wrists, his jaw and bum numb, his whole body numb, his brain blank.

Yup. This was short. Its so that the ppl who dont want to read this wont miss terribly much.
Also this was my first time writing smut. I hope it was ok?