Breath was forced out of Dipper as his chest impacted with the steel frame of the bed that ran along the wall. A holler or pain left him as his arms were yanked forward. He was trying to sit up as the world spun around him. Knees crawled forward along the floor to relieve the tension in his arms but a sudden press on the back of his neck stopped him dead.

Dipper Pines's feet were handcuffed to a chain that anchored to the floor of a small, windowless room. His hands were also chained to a sturdy metal loop only they were pulled up, tied to the wall above him. A darker, naked man with bright yellow hair had just locked the chain to the wall and was towering above him, his heel pressing lightly on Dipper's neck.

"You just won't submit will you? Did no one tell you not to bite the hand that feeds you?" Bill ground out before jumping off the bed. He ran his hands up the bare back and kneaded the pale neck soothingly. "I pour my heart out and nothing. You don't fucking care. I tell you I was obsessed with you." Bill leaned forward to whisper into the mop of brown curls. "That I know you. That I love you for you. Then I kindly ask you to move your sweet ass and I get back-talk. It's not like I asked you to bend and prep."

"I am not the one who lacks empathy here." Dipper retorted in a gasping breath. Feeling a hurt that had nothing to do with air feeling like fire to his winded lungs.

Bill smirked. "Oh Pinetree. I never said I lacked it. Empathy is a very useful tool to predict the actions of others. Just cause I don't care how you feel doesn't mean I don't know how you feel."

"So.. You're saying you actions have no excuse?" Dipper mussed after a beat, stifling the urge to call him a vile, child murderer when Bill's fingers suddenly curled and his nails dug down.

"I'm saying I don't let things stand in the way of what I want. We humans, we're so fleeting. Does an ant have qualms about attacking rival nests? Knowing they're mere pawns for their queen? I refuse to be a pawn to anybody. If I want something, I won't let someone else get in the way. My life is short and honey I'm gonna enjoy it." Bill finished with an air of talking to a slow friend.

Dipper scrunched his eyes into the bed. Justifying evil. Great. Stuck in a basement with an insane, horny murderer. Way to go Dipper Pines.

"You look so perfect like this. Pale and mine. All those years ago.. You were on your back, but this will just have to do." Bill grinned broadly at the harsh hiss he drew from Dipper's mouth as his fingers curled around a limp dick. "I watched you ever so slowly wank from my pine tree." His hot breath whispered as his cruel fingers started tracing up and down. "It looked like all the other times, but it caught my attention cause you checked the window first." There was a tight circle around Dipper's dick now, sliding up and down. "Double checking that car and your sisters bike were gone." Bill loosened his fingers from the punishing grip on the dry skin. "You were so close; I could have waved. The fear of getting caught never did much for me, but that night all I wanted in the world was for you to see me. I wanted you to let me in. I could barely breath I was so hard." Bill crooned into Dipper's neck, licking and kissing as he spoke. His hand still pumping Dipper's cock.

"Then you went to your bed and you got completely undressed. That caught my attention too. I still have the photos. You pulled out your lube and lay back. Didn't even use porn. Tell me my Pinetree, who did you picture? Whose hands were working your arse in your head?" Bill hissed, the long thought question breaking out of the box of insecurities he kept well hidden. "I would have pounded you till you bleed. I was so angry with myself. I'd promised myself I wouldn't touch you. But I wanted to so badly." He whined as he pulled the floppy foreskin right back. "Why had I given in to temptation? I should never have allowed myself to watch you.. It took all my restraint not to smash through your window and fuck you on the floor. Then I would have knocked you out. You would have woken in the old cabin. I would have kept you open for me." Bill's hard stroked Pinetree's no-longer-limp cock, his thumb rubbing into the soft slit. "Waiting for you to wake, and then I would have blown you. You came so quickly back then. And then I would have fucked your throat. You'd cry and gag and beg for anything else, so I'd comply. I would have taken your torn arse and swallowed your screams."

"But all I did was watch as you stroked that pretty cock, just like this.." And Bill's slow movements, grew slower, almost stopping. "Though, I think it's more curved now. You bit your lip as you played with your balls. Will you bite it for me now baby?" With a nose pressed into the back of his boyfriends neck Bill breathed in the smell of his Pinetree. His nimble fingers moved to the fuzzy sack and it earned him a jump from the trapped body beneath him. Letting his nails trace round the skin at the base before flicking over the fuzz. "And then of course, you went in. Your fingers swirling inside you, making you shudder and moan. With the very first touch of sparks you came. Am I right? Your face.. It was so surprised.. You'd been wanking first sure, but still.. You came so quickly. Some people don't you know. Some guys can't cum from their prostate.. But you.. It was like a giant neon sign saying, 'built for fucking.' I knew you'd love my cock. Knew I could make you scream. I wanted you so bad. But, it broke my one rule. Hunt from other fish tanks. I knew I could never get caught again, so I stayed in the tree. I wanked myself raw. Literally, I needed ice the next day. When you went to wash off the lube and cum, Ammo and Py came to get me. They had to drag me away. I broke Ammo's arm and Py's finger that night. Because you broke me. You broke my control. I would have let the world burn and happily died if I could have run off with you first. Funny.. How life works out. My crew.. Most knew of my old obsession. They tried everything to stop me from going out with you. They all figured it'd end like this. Well.. Not this exactly. But still. You here.. It breaks my rule, sure I have more rules now, but that was my first. I owe my crew penance. That's one of the new rules. It's awful. It involves the pain hole."

Dipper regulated his breathing. He had very little room to move. Maybe he could move to the side a bit, or hoist himself up.. Then his thighs would rest on the edge of the bed.. Could that help him in any way? Then his unwillingly hard dick would squish into the mattress.. That was too painful to consider now he was hard.

"Nothing to say my sweet captive?" Bill asked innocently as his other hand traced triangles on Dipper's shoulder, slowly sending his finger down the curve of Dipper's back. His other hand left the cute cock, tugging on pubes before rolling his sac tightly.

"I'm afraid I'll blurt out the truth and you'll punish me for it. That and you're barely pausing for breaths between your perverted ramblings." Dipper said, lifting his face off the bed as he tried to turn his head, to look into the eyes of his.. His Bill. His kidnapper, rapist, lover, ex, the man who had hit him and destroyed his trust. Oh god he was going to die. Bill was going to go all crazy, stalker rage because ahem* Bill was obviously insane. But maybe Dipper would will the fight.. Whilst handcuffed. Those odds weren't great. But, then he'd starve to death. Never to be found. Trapped alone with Bill's corpse. At least 2020 was a cool year to die in.

"Oh, ever the antagonist." Bill spat like it was a dirty joke. "Being the hero is so boring Pinetree. So many rules and expectations. When you're truly free, you can do whatever you want." Bill's fingers trailed higher to Dipper's puckered skin, watching it squeeze shut for him.

Dipper's body quivered. This was it. Those fingers were promising him painful violation before Bill fucked him. But it didn't come. They lowered just a breath to his balls and then went back up to his arsehole, settling on the patch of soft skin in between. And then the fingers pressed. They dug and kneaded but it was not painful.

"I allow myself to react with integrity to every word, every event. I get mad and sad and violent. That's who you fell for. The man who gave you a blow job for giving him a lift. The possessive boyfriend who took you dry in an alley after you tried to get a job with Nate." Bill's forefinger dug harder into the soft flesh, his other hand trailing slowly up and down the inseam of one of Pinetree's spread thighs.

Dipper's eyes scrunched as he fought the urge to correct Bill. He hadn't really been dry. They'd had sex that morning and Bill had used some spit.

"I'm the smuggler who made you fuck him into the dirt after we fought that kelpie. You saw me collect the hair. Haven't you always known who I was? I'm the criminal who told you never to visit his gangs workplace. I'm man who was always a villain. I'm the man you fell for. You love me." His voice rose, an insisting, insane edge to it. Fingers still continued pressing and grinding, trying to reach deeper, press into the organs under the skin. "You can deny it. But you do."

"I'm sorry. But you're wrong. I'm sorry you can't see that." Dipper said in a broken tone. He tried and failed not to focus on the slow massage between his hanging sac and anus. Something very wrong was building inside him. It was pleasure in a relaxing way. It wasn't so intense he would try to squirm away, but it was there. It was nice. And that was very, very bad.

Bill tsked in annoyance. "Your just mad I fooled the genius Dipper into thinking I knew nothing about his world. But I do. I know you. And I know your body."

Dread set in. He was bound. Bill was going to do the unthinkable. How dare he? Dipper had trusted him, loved him, defended him time and time again. And here he was, about to be raped. Bill would see his half-hard dick as permission to fuck him in some twisted way. Because clearly, Bill was insane.

Bill hummed in a pleased way when he saw Dipper's dick rise to nudge the bed. He danced his fingers on Dipper's thigh, up and up. Finally he grazed his nails sharply along the swelling, pink flesh. Dipper's entire body convulsed at the slight touch on his hardening dick.

"This is what I wanted to do that night. And every night after. I wanted to worship your pristine body. Then cover it in blood. That first time, when your little fingers went here," and then both Bill's hands where together. One still grinding into the skin between his Pinetree's sac and hole, and the other pressing into the hole itself. "I spilt my coffee. It was on my shirt and my hair and all down the pine tree. But you were so focused, you didn't notice the movement."

Dipper's mind was screaming. His body was ridged. His arse was clenched so tight he'd probably be able to break the son of a bitch's cock. He couldn't see Bill. He could crane and twist his neck if he needed a glimpse, but it made it harder to breathe. So he stayed still. Taunt and bent over the bed, a million thoughts shouting in a panicked haze in his head.

Then he felt little kisses decorating back, lowering to his cheeks and he snapped. Thought billowing out in a scream. "What kind of fucking rapist bothers with foreplay!?" He screeched into the mattress when lips met his arse.

A dark chuckle sent a cold shiver through Dipper.

"The kind that's going to make you beg for your boyfriends cock." Bill promised assuredly in his best sultry voice.

"You're delusional. In so many ways." A meek voice said. This was a losing battle. He couldn't converse with a crazy person.

"I bet you a rim job you beg." He teased back, loving how Dipper seemed to sag in his chains.

Dipper shuddered. It was a game. He needed to puke. "You crass, vulgar psycho! Never gonna happen you perv."

"Never say never my chained adventurer." Bill's spare hand thrummed his fingers against the soft, pale back as he thought. "Bored now. Brb."

Dipper spoke through gritted teeth. "This is will be rape." He sighed in relief as the fingers departed from his skin. It seemed Bill was going to move away. He conjured images of Stan in his boxers, Mabel kissing Mermando.. Anything to try and banish his boner.

Bill eyed the pale arse, exposed and waiting for him. He slapped a cheek when he stood, causing his Pinetree to yelp and swish to the side.

Furious Dipper continued talking as Bill's footsteps retreated. "Because I'm sure you're going to use me even after I don't beg. Because clearlyyou don't care. Because what you did before was rape. And you are not my ANYTHING!"

A growl permeated Bill's ribcage as he stalked to the desk. "So you're not my partner anymore. But you are mine. I'll feed you, I'll house you. I'll decide you future. And I will keep you. Because for some stupid fuck reason, I like you kid."

With his old phone in hand Bill walked back to his naked, pale and perfect fuck-toy. He slapped the arse again, not quite as hard, too delighted at its pink tinge. "But if ever you want to be more than that, more than a hole waiting for my return each day, you can always change your mind." He said eyeing the now limp dick.

A click sounded as Bill unlocked his phone, picking a wifi-less game he resumed harshly massaging the soft skin above Pinetree's sac.

"So what, if I agreed to be your boyfriend you'll let me out?" Dipper asked with a twisted giggle. His face scrunched in confusion. Ignore the feeling, ignore the feeling. Nope. His dick hated him. It was once again starting fill, even faster than last time.

"Don't be silly. Of course not. But, I don't know.. We'd find a way." Bill stated with an eyebrow quirked.

"Delusional! Completely." Dipper exclaimed in defeat. "Are you playing Sweets Crush?" He whispered in horror.

"Yeah. You get boring when you're ranty." Bill stated in a bored tone.

"I can't believe you're playing games whist molesting me." Dipper whined into the thin mattress.

Dipper could hear Bill's grin as the maniac said, "yep! Love you too honey."

Breaths grew longer and evened out as Dipper's body sank into the bed. His hips hovering above the metal frame of the skinny bed. Knees spread wide across the concrete floor. The body behind Dipper stayed away, only a thumb linking to two bodies. It was a point of heat to Dipper.

Fury mounted in Dipper's head asked, "what's the point of hurting me if you're fucking bored?!" His voice cracked at the end in broken anger.

"I'm just being myself. That's the only reason I need. I want to have you delirious. Screaming. Confused and begging. I could just rip into you. You'd spasm and clench and bleed and scream. But today, that's not what I want. I want to peel you back till your gaping." Bill's voice promised in whispers against the treasured soft skin. "I want to push in without resistance. But you're being stubborn so this is gonna take a while."

Mother fucker he was going to rip Bill's balls off next chance he got. Dipper's thoughts tried to chase down Bill's twisted thinking. Assuming he could trust what the psycho and it wasn't just Bill fucking with his mind. It sounded like Bill wanted permission.. So Dipper decided he'd be unresponsive. So he closed his eyes. He sagged in the cuffs but remained tense, that was not something he could control. Not when Bill's fingers were so close. Bill had zero patience. He was going to get raped, but he could deny Bill a small satisfaction.

The old phone danced with bright colours as Bill's finger's tapped out.

The kneading was honestly lovely. Soiled by the fact that the fingers belonged to a murdering psychopath who was probably going to kill him too but aside from that.. It was pleasure in a deeply relaxing way. It wasn't too intense to be painful, it was just right. Dipper knew he could lie here for hours, never getting the intense need to cum. He'd never need more than the gentle massaging of his.. Dipper didn't know. There was something sweet being pressed. He just couldn't quite place the feeling.

There was no sound to focus on. No air conditioner or clicking buttons. Dipper could only hear his own breathing. Focusing on the textures around his naked body and the steady beating of his heart.

Cold was seeping into his bent knees. Dipper's neck was stretched at an odd angle, making every breath grate through his throat.

It was all fine until.. Zing! A sharp, pulse of pleasure shot through every muscle from his thighs to his toes. The intense, electric coil disaptated as quickly as it came leaving his dick to twitch. A low, surprised grunt escaped him and he could feel waves of smugness behind him.

Dipper felt the impulse to draw his knees together. To try and squeeze the frustration away. Maybe they would squeeze his sack.. He couldn't entrap his dick, not without shifting.. But he could grind his dick into the mattress. He could. He wanted to. Who was the sick rapist to judge? Dipper's thighs quivered, the only sign he gave of his urges.

A soothing hand stroked up and down Dipper's right inseam. Bill loved watching how his Pinetree was clenching his fists.

Lips began brushing once more against his back before Bill picked up his phone again. Rage flashed through Dipper. It wasn't that he wanted both hands on him, but Bill using the phone.. It drew attention to everything wrong. Dipper hated Bill's aloofness and this needless intimacy. He hated in a passionate blindness. "Just kill me and watch rape porn like a normal fucker." He spat out scathingly.

Bill chortled but didn't even bother to slap the white naked ass.

His whole rear was being pushed back and forth with particularly forceful kneading that made Dipper gasp in pain. His dick jerking up as Dipper felt a spark go off inside him.

Dipper's head rolled back and forth, pressing each cheek in turn into the fabric. He took in the small distance around him, the feel of his neck, anything but his hardening cock.

His groin pulsed again and his knees wavered. It took less time to build, and it was more intense. There was definite electricity going off in his.. Prostate. That's why it felt familiar. Dipper breathed into the fabric beneath him, controlling, deep breaths.

With the next spark Dipper's dick rose fully, poking into the bedframe.

Bill's fingered tapped in a frenzied hurry as he levelled up his pointless game.

Dipper had lost track of time. Bill hadn't. His fingers were cramping as he grumpily noted the time, he'd been at this for 9 minutes. Resolutely he continued. Pinetree was such a fucking tease, but he could go for an hour if he had to.

Teeth gnawed at lips. Surely Bill would get bored. He couldn't keep this up. He was so hard. But he couldn't cum untouched surely..

"I'm bored and tired and the wait is scaring me you fucking shithead. Man up and sign your ticket to hell already or leave me alone!" Dipper yelled in terrorised fear.

"Pinetree.. Did you just tell me to shit or get off the pot? That's gross Pinetree even for you." Bill teased before restoring all his attention back on sweets crush.

The constant force of fingers and a patient shushing was Dipper's only proof that Bill was still with him.

Dipper's right foot started jerking wildly, his body unable to hold down imposed stillness. The pressure was starting to feel very wrong. It either needed to stop, or his dick needed to be relieved.

With the next shock he couldn't stifle the cry. His throat caught in a breathy yelp and Bill's fingers mercilessly attended him. This was just.. When the fuck did this insignificant spot of skin become so intense? It had always been nice.. But to this extent.. It was madness. How did Bill find it? Did he just poke himself all day? And who would poke there when the obvious and better answer was right next to it?

"Is there something I can do for you Pinetree?" Bill crooned sweetly.

Dipper's voice growled it's response through grinding teeth. "Piss off and leave me to starve."

"Hmm, that sounds less fun than what I have planned honeybuns." Bill enforced his words by hitting the pale arse with the back of his hand.

A smile lit up Bill's face from watching the shiver run up the skinny frame. His Pinetree clearly needed more of his touch.

Placing the phone on the ridge of Dipper's back he grazed his nails down the quaking spine. "Try to hold still Pinetree." He whispered as his fingers reached the wrinkled hole and Bill's painfully hard dick jumped. Memories of the tight, hot walls squeezing him assaulted his mind. But he knew he had to wait. It would be so worthwhile if he could just control himself. Pinetree would beg to be fucked so hard, and then he'd hate himself for it rather than Bill. Bill just had to wait.

Nose squished into the bed, his eyes squeezed painfully tight. He would not cry. Scream maybe. How could Bill want a lover, but also have rapist fantasies? The thought nearly made Dipper laugh, but then a nail grazed his hole and the hilarity of the situation evaporated. How could Dipper play cold detachment when every cell in his body was shrieking and burning?

A single, determined thumb was rubbing, pressing, poking at his arsehole. The pad was in. Kisses fanned up and down his back in some sick apology. It withdrew, replaced with the tip of his index finger. A breath in and Dipper's arse tightened in panic. He cried out at the sharp spasm of pain. How could something so small and familiar be that painful?

Bill had only ever prepped Dipper a few times before. He hated being opened with Bill's fingers; toys though, he could handle for some reason.

Soon he had a finger in. It lay still whilst lower his hand still grinded into the tender skin without pause.

His finger wormed and wriggled inside causing a loud hiss from Dipper. Bill's mind flew back fondly to the last time his fingers had pried open the muscle. Pinetree and been tied down then too. He normally let his Pinetree lay the law. But now Bill could enjoy the awkward shivers of pain. They were his to call on just like Pinetree.

It was a pain Dipper knew, but not one he felt often. He supposed that might change now.

"Want anything fun yet?" Bill asked huskily, his hot breath fanning onto pale, unmarred skin.

The phone was perched on Dipper's back. One of Bill's hands was making it's way into the tight arse, whilst the other continued massaging above Dipper's balls. Bill could feel his wriggling finger through his rotating thumb.

Dipper remained silent even as a stronger, longer spark floated through his dick and right up his chest.

"You know how to make this easier Pinetree. Push back. Accept me." Bill hissed the last words in commandment.

But still, Dipper tensed his arse. Causing every barest move to shot intense pain. He counted the seconds of each breath in and out. Noticing the feel of his rising chest push into the mattress.

Angrily Bill sat back, allowing himself a viewpoint of his property. He twisted and twirled his finger, drinking in each spasm of pain that graced the ass.

The phone fell from Pinetree's taunt back. Bill clicked in a chiding manner before speaking. "That just won't do Pinetree. I tell you to be still. I tie you down to help you. Yet still you fail the order." Bill withdrew his finger and slapped Dipper across the arse again.

"You want punishment Pinetree? Want me to take you dry whilst I draw on your back with a blade?" Bill's grinding fingers lost their place as Dipper shifted from another, harsher blow. Then Bill dragged all his finger nails down the cheeks, relishing the stretch of flesh and the red streaks he furrowed. There was no blood though, not yet.

Dipper's heart hammered when the finger returned. He was trying to block everything out but he couldn't fail to notice the sudden chill left by wet digits. Fucking lube. Presumptuous much. It fingered and circled his prostate but Dipper stayed down in the foggy bog he'd built himself. Once, twice, three times.. His body shook as a choked whimper escaped him. Teeth clenched so hard he thought they'd crack. He had to hold it down. He had to feel nothing. It was just like when Mabes tickled his feet. Keep it down. His prostate sparked again. It was too much yet not nearly enough.

As if reading his thoughts Bill's fingers paused their ruthless massaging to travel even lower, sharp nails grazing the heated balls before finally circling a slim, hard cock. With a cruelly tight grip he wrung it impossibly slowly up, higher and higher only to pause halfway up and travel back down just as tediously slow.

When the travelling fingers reached the base again they stopped once more. Seconds passed as giant numbers in Dipper's head counted past, waiting for the fingers to restart their movement. At seven, the slow slide continued back up and Dipper's body shook with the release of his held breath.

It was the slowest wank of Dipper's life. In his head the picture of a tombstone popped up, inscribed it read 'here lies Dipper, his dick exploded.'

Another wet finger slipped in his arse, the burning pain escalating by a thousand as his rim flicked down tightly. They curled inside Dipper, reaching his prostate every few moments with a poking rhythm.

The slow, half wank repeated in full twice more, each time seemingly slower than the last. Beads of sweat appeared on Dipper's forehead as he locked down each limb.

A broken sob made Bill smile as his fingers uncurled from the tormented cock. Repositioning himself back where he started, he let one hand flounder inside the soft heat of Pinetree's fuckable ass, whilst the other began grinding into the reddened flesh again. It was hard to knead into such a small spot of skin, but it would be worth it.

Dipper only registered the third additional finger after the second ripple of pain. He had been trying to disconnect from his body. But now, the pain was too much. He had to relax. Why make it hurt more? That was silly. This didn't mean he was okay with it, just that he had to cope with it. With a deep breath he pushed back against the three, rummaging fingers.

Instantly the tearing, splitting feel lessoned. It still stung in that ripped way. He still felt like he was surely bleeding. Rationally, he knew he wasn't, but the burn was so intense, so scalding that the bleeding felt probably.

Reality crashed down around him. His knees were sore. His head still mildly ached. His arse was burning. And Bill was.. The fingers were opening him up. They were Bill's. Sure he was in a hopeless situation, his family were under threat, his body and it was all his fault; but right now a murder's fingers were in him. And they'd touched him before. He'd let Bill fuck him. He's sucked him and fucked him and shared his feelings and shit. It was all so.. violating.

Cold air rhythmically brushed over his overheated, exposed arse with the thrusting of Bill's fingers.

"How the fuck can you value your amusement over my!.. Please Bill. Use my thighs. Please, just, anything else." Dipper's raged cry broke into a soft plea. "I don't.. I don't understand. Your confusing me. Why are you.. it's like you care. It hurts. You can't... you can't make love to a captive."

Bill sighed dramatically, his fingers never pausing. "Shut up Pinetree." He dismissed coldly.

Fuck that. "You have no power over me." Dipper snapped into his face-full of sheet, a sudden righteous anger fuelling him.

"My gag would." Bill teased, cementing his words with a particularly hard graze against the sensitive wall inside Dipper's ass. Watching wickedly as the body spasmed beneath him.

The grinding was so much worse with these fingers up his arse. His prostate was being smooshed on both sides. It made everything feel swollen and inflamed. Every poke felt like it might bust through and pop his ball of tight, tense organ that gave him pleasure from the inside.

"You don't want me gagged. You said you want me begging. So somewhere in that sick brain you still want me to love you. To give you permission. But you'll never have either." Dipper spat back. How had he not seen the delusional outlook when he'd stared right at it? He was disgusted at his eagerness to see what he wanted.

Bill chuckled. His Pinetree didn't see the point to his new existence at all. "Love has nothing to it. You'll beg for me through you hate me. Your practical Pinetree. The sooner you beg, the sooner I fuck you. The sooner you can go about repressing this and planning my premeditated murder. I have no illusions that you hate me right now. That the cum still in my ass is from raping you. You think I'm deluding myself or something? Unlike you, I'm not currently blinded by emotions. I have a crew to protect Pinetree. That doesn't mean I didn't also want to protect you too. This isn't fucking black and white. If I had protected you from them, they would have lost their freedom cause you'd have run to the sheriffs. If I was truly protecting them, I would have chopped off one of your feet by now. This room is pretty fool proof, but nothing is ever 100% guaranteed."

"Do you expect thanks for taking away my life as well as my death?" Dipper asked, trying to turn his head to see the face spewing the words that had just twisted his heart into a knot.

"I've already told you Pinetree. I only expect your voice breaking deliciously as you plead for me to spear your ass with my cock." Bill said soothingly, his thumb adding to the three fingers playing inside his toy.

Dipper was anything but soothed, but he fell silent anyway. Thinking it all through. He did want this to end soon. He needed to cum. He'd been hard for so long.. But most likely, so had Bill.

The damn kneading was too much. He didn't need to see his dick to know it was too fat and too red. His chest held all his weight. He was too weak to move anything. Every minute held a wave that felt like a hot rush that sent fire through his muscles. Burning his very nerves. But it was never enough to cum untouched. He hadn't done that since he was sixteen.

The truth was Bill loved it when Dipper begged. Desperate and moaning his voice would break and his Californian accent would rear its head.

He wanted to have what they'd had before he'd lashed out and hit the brunette. Before Pinetree had left him. But that era was over. He never had to storm away instead of smacking him down again. It filled Bill with a relief he'd never known. It was a safe, heavy blanket wrapped around the two of them. Dipper would spend all his time just waiting for Bill to come home. Pinetree was totally and completely his. And Bill didn't want his Pinetree hating him forever. Right now it was unavoidable.. But eventually he wanted Dipper to forgive him. To see his side of things and want him back. So he would wait to hear that breathy, accented crying before he took his pleasure.

Dipper's hands clung to the chains above his cuffs. It relieved some pressure off the cuffs and the cold metal seemed to ground him.

Images of broken men came to Bill's mind. His crews pets. He'd used a few, helped make a few.. He didn't want Dipper to turn into one of those shells. Not really.

Slimy fingers withdrew from the burning, smooth hole and wandered to the throbbing dick, trailing slick. The twitching cock really should be dribbling by this stage, but the lack of stimulation was clearly working. Hard and burning it immediately pulsed in Bill's hand.

With one thumb continuously kneading the skin between arsehole and sac, and one hand slowly jerking just the base of the heavy cock, Bill whispered sweet nothings against Dipper's back. "So gorgeous Pinetree. You'll feel so good when you let go. I'm gonna make you cum so hard. I know what you need. Let me help. I just want to feel you. My Pinetree. You've lasted so well. So strong. My sexy Pines."

Still Dipper remained silent. Eyes scrunched and teeth clenched. This was a game of chicken rape. He couldn't control the outcome of tonight but he could sure as hell deny Bill the pleasure of seeing him break.

Teeth scoured the bare back before the whispers continued. "Let's do it differently this time Pinetree. See me for who I am. Let me in." He commanded with a hiss.

"I.. I can't." Dipper chocked out with a breath. Everything was taunt. Every finger to his ankles were rigid. He wanted to fold. He was so sick of this game.

Bill's erection jerked, trying to reach the body that was so ready for him. He needed to be inside Dipper. He'd worked so hard, been so thoughtful. Bill desperately needed to be sheathed in the quivering, hot flesh.

They'd been at this so long. Burning need filled every living cell in the room.

Both were breathing in heavy, pained gasps.

Dipper's prostate was tinging with every other grind. Bill's massaging hand was cramping badly. Both dick where stretched taunt, even Bill's creamy brown dick had become a distinctly pink colour.

Someone broke.

"Fuck! It's so hard to wait! I can feel my heartrate in my dick Pinetree! I need you! Please Pinetree! Please let me in!" Bill begged.

A held breath escaped Dipper's chest. "Fuck." Another breath in. His panic wouldn't let him release it. This was it. "Off." He gasped out.

There was a roar from behind Dipper. Bill himself was surprised by the ferocious, hungry cry he had made. FINE.

Bill pulled himself up, covering Dipper's back with his own.

Dipper nearly wept from relief that that fucking thumb was finally gone.

But Bill didn't let his captive's dick deflate from fear. His hand grabbed at it all savagely. Pressing the swollen organs together. His other hand snaked under Dipper's shoulder, gripping at the junction of his neck. Bill lined himself up between the thighs and started thrusting.

Relief bloomed behind Bill's shut eyelids instantly. The small pressure of his own hand grazing his swollen tip as he thrust under Dipper's caged cock. The feel of soft, limp thighs brushing the sides of his dick as he pulled in and out and in and out and in and out.. The squishy, fuzzy skin getting slicker as lube spread. "Have you ever been this ready Pinetree?" He croaked after his mind had slowly cleared.

Dipper's head repeatedly hit the bed. The mumbled plea of 'stop' barely registering with Bill.

But the slide of thighs weren't enough. Could he do it? Could he fuck Pinetree? Did anything but cumming really matter to him right now?

Bill had always thought he would enjoy the cries. The shrieks. Maybe silting the throat after release. Only, Dipper Pines wasn't a random face, or an obsession, or a new toy. He was his. But didn't that mean his body was Bill's to use? Why did he not take relief? Dipper owed him this. He had saved Pinetree from death this morning, at his own risk too. Because he was in love with Dipper Pines.

An angry growl came from Bill. He released Dipper's junk. The angle was awkward anyway. Let it wilt. I don't care anymore.

Dipper's body shook at the sudden loss of constriction, but it wasn't quite enough to cum.

Wrenching away from the body Bill knew he should just use without a care, he pulled Pinetree's knees in closer. Then he repositioned and sought relief once more, thrusting his hungry cock between thighs. They pressed into the sides of his cock perfectly. Sliding easily from the remnants of lube.

With each thrust the head of Bill's dick pushed into Dipper's sac until it rolled under them, slipping through their crease and pushing them up.

It was a very pleasant rubbing on Dipper's tingling sac. Each shift causing a pulse in his throbbing dick. But it still wasn't enough to spurt. He was losing his grasp on pent up edge that he'd been so close to.

A thought crept up on Dipper's hazy mind. This was it. This was all the murderer was going to do. He was safe. But he wasn't going to cum.

Then Bill slid back and Dipper's balls dropped again. With another thrust from Bill's hard cock they were pushed back up.

A loud groan rumbled through Dipper's chest as bristly pubes brushed against his arsehole.

Bill wasn't going to rape him that way. He was safe. Safe with Bill.

"Do you want something Dipper?" Bill asked huskily, unable not to hope that Dipper would change his mind. He should stop asking. It couldn't be healthy for his cock.

"Yes." Dipper moaned. He wanted another hard thrust to grind his cock into the bed. He wanted to be free so he could pull himself off. He needed relief.

"Same thing I want?" Bill asked, his mind as desperate as his body, his voice pleading.

"Gods! Yes!" Dipper cried in agony. Because.. Bill wouldn't.. Because this wasn't what Dipper needed.. But he wasn't in pain, so Bill hadn't. Not taking, asking. It was all okay if Bill cared.. Because then maybe he hadn't been wrong. Maybe Bill wasn't a monster. It was okay to look after yourself. He needed to say yes so Bill would make him okay. Thoughts swirled and faded in Dipper's mind. Every trail was out of focus due to the large, emboldened one that shouted through his every pour. NEED RELEASE!

"Thank fuck. Gonna pound you, split you in two. Claim your insides Pinetree." Bill promised in a growl as he drew back, his cramped fingers ceasing their grinding. Instead grabbing his dick and instantly bucking in.

Dipper had been open. He had been relaxed and loose. But he was less so now. The hot, pulsing need of release did not mean he was relaxed and pushing back.

A pained hiss fled Bill as he rammed straight into the clenching tunnel. Pinetree's ring was squeezing tight and it wrung his dick right to the base as he forcibly himself in.

Awareness of pain penetrated the fog of Dipper's mind; there was a burning, dry, tearing feel. It erased the throb in his dick, the cold ache in his wrists, knees, the lead crick in his neck.. It all was a pebble underfoot the mountain of pain that was his ass. Surely there was blood now.

Perfection bloomed behind Bill's eyelids. Tension both fell away and increased throughout his every muscle. His taunt body pistoned out just as quickly as it had gone in. Pinetree was his. His forever.

There was no pause, no slow ebbing in. Bill always paused, he always gasped and tensed with his eyes screwed tight as he shifted in ever so slowly. Dipper realised that even the pause had been faked, another lie Bill used to paint himself as a decent human being. But there wasn't much power to that thought. It was just background noise through the haze of need and pain.

"Thank you Pinetree, feel so good, my fuck, so hot and tight and perfect, love you so much, thank you, need you here with me, keep you safe, keep you open," Bill mumbled constantly as he powered in and out. Ramming himself a new home inside the warm body.

Dipper was familiarly full. It was painful, but underneath that there was a good pain. The pain of a dick pressing deep and occasionally sending sparks shooting through his abdomen and down to his balls.

With Dipper's body so still Bill had full control. He could draw right out without fear of slipping out completely.

Bill was complete. He loved the sounds Pinetree was making for him. Little gasps of pain every time he thrust home. He loved the feel of Pinetree's walls, his rim, the warm, soft skin on his back. The faint scratches marring his tight ass. The way he was gripping the chains. His heat, had he always been this hot inside his flesh? Had Pinetree ever wrung his cock so snugly?

"You're so tight for me Pinetree. Thank you, thank you fuck! You feel incredible! Squeezing yourself like this.. I'll have to rough you up each time just to make you suck me in like this- ah! Feel that Pinetree? You practically popped me out! My strong little sapling." Bill whispered soothingly into the quaking back.

It felt so good to ease out. For the cool air to whisper around his wet dick. Only his tip still sheathed in the clenching, burning hot rim. It was almost as good as the feel of sinking back in. Sliding through the soft, smooth flesh. Pinetree's rim was so strongly clamped, it literally moved Bill's foreskin up and down with his movements.

Everything in the room was sex. The slapping skin, the smell of sweat and musk and sex. Not old, stale sex, but the kind of hot balls and cum sex smell. Bill was grunting mostly with the occasional moan. They weren't pornstar quality but it still connected old pathways in Dipper's head. Memories of being satisfied and feelings of being safe and loved in Bill's arms were drenching him. They were waring with his reality.

Neat nails ran up and down Dippers back, prodding into the few hickeys his lips had left. They wound around Pinetree's fragile neck, gripping it firmly. "Ow fuck. Wish you were broken." Bill confessed. "Wish I could free you and arrange you how I liked without you squirming and kicking. I want your face to the floor whilst I fuck you. Want to hold
your neck down and hear your jaw grind. You'd love it Pinetree. You always did."

Dipper's mind spasmed. Freedom to move. Escape. Won't work, Mabel. No, can't hurt her.

All his memories of Bill were tainted now. Every tender moment now seemed false and toxic. But, Dipper knew he had loved the sex. He knew Bill could make it amazing. He had excellent core muscles. He could angle just so.. His fat dick shooting goals every time. Dipper had never really liked bottoming till he'd been with Bill. It still wasn't his preference, but Bill was the exception. And Bill had always convinced him to receive as much as he gave. He'd made Dipper feel so special, so wanted.. And Dipper had loved the unexpected prowess. There'd been sex so good he'd blacked out. He'd screamed in pleasure like a bloody girl. Felt orgasms with his whole body. And that wasn't even why he'd loved Bill.

Dipper could do this. He could relax. His muscles spasmed in an effort to keep his arse relaxed. But then, his channel began to push back against the violating cock.

Every time Dipper managed to lax his ass, Bill would draw back and Dipper would have but a second to try and stay loose.. And he'd fail. He'd tense just as Bill thrusted back in. Crying out in pain anew.

He needed that cock to rake against his prostate again.. He needed to find release and relax to avoid injury.. But to relax… It broke every impulse in his head. The voice yelling 'danger! Murderer! Escape! Run!'

Blocking out all thought, all memory of twins in danger and laughter in blood, Dipper tried to relax. It was just Bill. Sweet, fun, volatile Bill. Just him and Bill and sheets and sweat. His stomach to his dick to his ass relaxed. He was open. His channel squeezing in acceptance. His thoughts changed to 'cum, rut, fuck, cum.'

Dimly, Dipper realised he was making sounds. Undignified, guttural cries after the every thrust. He bit his lip to hold them back. Determined to stay quiet.

Then his hips followed, meeting the thrusts too.

Bill swore in cursed pleasure when he felt the body move back in time with his slamming hips. Forcing his violent thrusts deeper. Accepting him.

The constricting pressure of Dipper's rim was gone and his cock hummed with relief. His balls started knocking into Pinetree's sac as their moves grew deeper and more forceful. It was better than the blackout pressure on his cock. Everything seemed hotter and wetter, probably because is strokes were easier. There was the feel of Dipper's thighs hitting against his own, the hair grazing into his own and making his skin twitch in a tense, pleasurable way. His punishing thrusts grew slower, more angled. He was panting roughly. Controlling his movements and his cock with precision, determined to reward the body beneath him.

It felt so good to Dipper now. The pain had ebbed away altogether and now he was just open and ready to cum. He was strung so tight yet his body was so lax. All thoughts grew fewer and further between. There was just the striking to his prostate from the hard shaft driving into him. He whimpered as the sparks shocked him mercilessly, the small breath of sound escaping him.

Dipper's chest was pressed into the sheets. His subtle movements were pulling his nipples up and down. They'd never been overly sensitive, but now each shift caused flicks of tension to ripple through him. It tingled along his chest and up his shoulders. Not quite fading before he slid off the bed to fuck himself rhythmically and irritated his peeks again. Probably because he was throbbing so hard he could hear blood pounding in his head.

Each thrust pushed Dipper's taunt hood into the cold bed frame. Roughly pinching it up and down as if with cold, metal teeth. The scraping was horrible, but so welcome. Every touch sent shocks through his body. Every time he willed his own release frantically. But it wasn't the tight stokes or the proper suction on the head that he needed to cum.

There were few signs of Bill's service to Pinetree's body. No more cries of pain, or pleasure, just heavy, pained breathing. The restraint made Bill angry. Dipper wanted this too. He was participating. How dare he act like.. Like he didn't love this! Like he didn't need Bill!

It was awkward, but Bill's fingers snatched Dipper's junk in another painful hold. Dipper's whole body shook as a garbled moan escaped him.

"I want to hear you Pines. Whether you're screaming-" Bill thrusted in hard, still met with Dipper pushing back. Like he accepted punishment. "Moaning-" His kneecaps slid under his skin as he moved roughly back and forth. "Or pleading. I will fucking hear you! Please Pinetree. Don't you want to make me cum?" Bill teased into Dipper's back, one hand squeezed the throbbing cock and balls menacingly whilst he continued pounding into ass, picking up his unkind pace once more.

Bill listened to the erratic breathing calmly. His Pinetree was deciding. Why anyone would stifle their own behaviour he did not know, but he assumed it had to do with hate.

The hot channel flickered around Bill's cock as if in panic. Pitifully still trying to pull itself out of his grasp so to fuck itself on his dick.

"Let go." Dipper grunted hoarsely. When the grip only tightened, he whispered a pained "please." With turned to a extasy pitched scream as he got fuck and bit together.

The swollen head of Dipper's cock got trapped for a second between his hips and the bed. Bill lifted his mouth off Pinetree's red shoulder as the dick and ball seemed to jumped in his crushing grip.

With a smile Bill released his tight fingers from their hold on the over worked organs. Feeling them shudder again as Dipper's dick dribbled precum expectantly.

Dipper half moaned half sobbed before pressing his lips together. He had again, failed to cum.

"Cry out for me Pines." Bill ordered, holding the angry brown eyes with his own. The pace grew slower, but more brutal. Bill's hips angled down with every thrust.

"I- don't- want to!" Dipper tried to say, but ended up gasping and yelling at the end. Every thrust was like a mini taser to the groin.

An angry growl left Bill."YOU DO! Just be you Pinetree!"

"FUCK! I just want to cum. Please I need to cum!" Dipper didn't want to lose himself. He didn't want to scream for Bill. Wasn't he doing enough?

But then Dipper did make noise. It wouldn't stay in. But it wasn't the moans and grunts Bill was used to. He cried in pure heartache. His throat uncorking and all its bottled sounds pouring out. It was sobs. Horrible, gut wrenching sobs.

"Good boy." Bill praised, his lips planning their next bite. "Would you let me rearrange you Pinetree? Would you ride me?" Bill whispered eagerly, fanning hot air over the mottled back.

Dipper craned his neck as to glare daggers at his rapist. His chin sliding on the bed as he pushed his ass back with Bill's thrusts. There was a throbbing need in his dick. Literally pulsing, weeping, scorching hot and red. He'd been hard so long. So close yet incapable of cumming. His death stare may have been lessoned by the fact he was still fucking himself on Bill's cock. Whatever pace Bill chose, he returned. He had to. If he stopped, he might not be able to start again. And then Bill's cock practically punched his prostate and he was suddenly moaning like a paid whore.

Bill grunted in effort as he pulled Dipper closer to him, snaking a hand under slim hips. He found Pinetree's pelvis and pushed into soft flesh whilst he slammed in. His fingers worming and probing under the bone.

First it felt like Dipper's bladder was being pressed, but as Bill thrust in he could feel it. Feel his prostate smush between two parts of Bill. He was encased. Surrounded and filled. It was intense. Like being electrocuted from the inside. He felt raw and abused and tired.

Speech was failing to be processed by Dipper's brain. So instead garbled strings of soft moans were filling the room instead of the 'bastard touch me make me cum' he was trying to say.

God, it was going to feel like he'd ridden a horse tomorrow wasn't it?

Dipper gasped, he swore he could feel the lip Bill's cock dragging back and forth against his prostate. He moaned as Bill's hand pushed from one side and his cock pushed from the other. He keened as Bill's tongue and teeth rewarded his back.

The slow, peppering of kisses increased. Bill's free hand moved up to Dipper's shoulder, gripping it as Bill slowly stopped thrusting.

Their balls pressed together, sliding along each other as Bill held himself in close. Subtly grinding into the channel with leisure. Bill was restraining himself. He'd only just got Pinetree to moan when he'd been about to cum. He rolled his hips till he felt the tingling tightness fade.

It was still intense for Dipper though. His prostate was being stroked instead of jabbed. It was a far more pleasurable feeling. And his balls were being brushed softly. Now if only something would grip his head, slide his sleeve up and down just once… Then the world could turn again.

Bill tried to pull his mind into focus. It was so good to be encased, but this time was special and he was determined to make it last. His arms came out in goosebumps as he started to move again with long, slow thrusts. Pressing in so far he squished his own balls. Each drag was slow and controlled. Bill's eyes were scrunched tight in effort. A bead of sweat started rolling down his nose. The floor was cool, but Pinetree was boiling inside. Bill's own heartbeat was still pounding in his head, vibrating right down to his dick.

It was too slow. Too deferred from what he needed. "Please please, more.. Bill please, faster, Bill I.. I need.. Bill!" Dipper shook as he cried. It was all too much. The sheets absorbed his hot tears. This was death. He was bursting. Blood was surly trickling out of his ears and eyes and probably his dick.

Bill moaned to Dipper's pleas. He let his pace start to pick up. Long and hard became shallow and quick, interspersed with slamming, full thrusts.

Finally it grew too much. His cock was yearning for touch, every thrust scorched his abused insides. Dipper's movements slowly stuttered to a stop.

That's when the noise started. It was like a purr. A continuous moan that hummed Dipper's body. Bill shivered at the sound of it. He'd only heard his Pinetree make it a few times. Mostly when he woke up either being fucked or getting head.

Dipper felt wonderful. It was a cloudy, boneless feeling that encased every fibre of his body. The bed held him up, a cock held him open. The room was just the right temperature. Everything was warm and hard and his whole body beated with heart, like wings rocking his torso. He was flying through the sun. Occasionally his body rocked back, sinking onto the thick cock. But it didn't matter anymore how fast they went or where fingers danced on his skin. It was like cumming wasn't the goal anymore.

Teeth set on the wiry shoulder, Bill sucked harshly before biting. Grinning as Dipper shouted loudly in pure pleasure. He really did make the hottest noises.

Bill slide his hand off Dipper's flat stomach. Letting it come between them. His nails grazed over the head of Dipper's dick. It was quivering, jumping at the promise of touch. Manicured tips pushed at the slit, running up and sown slowly. Drops of cum dribbled out.

There were three, steady thrusts that Dipper managed meet with his body before Bill fell back into his erratic rhythm.

Slowly Bill traced the vein down to the base of the thin cock, where he circled the base. Around and around his fingers swept over the soft skin, spreading a trace of cum.

Not enough! Dipper's cock practically whined at the loss. His throat calling out in a pitiful mewl. His body shoving back onto Bill's retreating cock. His arse clenching to try and trap it.

Bill rolled hot balls in his hand as he fucked the pale body.

Then the cruel fingers went lower, pressing right below Dipper's balls.

It felt slow. A hot sludge pumping through his veins and carrying him away. Back in reality though he was screaming and quaking with pleasure. Thick ropes of cum reaching out under the bolted down bedframe. On trembling knees his hips rutted into the bed weakly.

Pinetree's rim clenched so tightly around Bill's cock that he swore blue murder. Stilling completely as he fought the drops swelling on his eyes. When he could move again, he continued. Pinetree shivering with each thrust, whimpering and moaning all at once.

Bill's mind unclogged. He could let himself cum now.

The keening grew louder, a sound of clear discomfort as Bill started ramming in with all his strength.

His elbows tensed as a shudder rippled through him. He was apprehensive at the promised intensity, Dipper's had sounded so good.

It was sudden. His balls spasmed and curled triggering an intense wave that over rolled through his body. Shooting pains liked sparked electricity tingled down to his bent knees. He bent his neck back as he shouted out his release.

Breathing heavily, cock still seated inside Dipper's warmth, Bill simply fell down on the heavily breathing back.

After a while he shifted, his soft member slipping away from the encompassing heat. He really shouldn't sleep like this.

"You wanna get up?" He asked Dipper tiredly. "Pinetree?" Bill huffed, poking Pinetree's back with his finger.

Dipper was breathing steadily and groaned at the prodding. A pained, sleepy sort of noise.

"So much for you not falling asleep." Bill complained.

With a mighty sigh Bill stood on shaky legs. He found the key and undid two padlocks. Rearranging Dipper so that he was once again secured to the bed frame.

He couldn't wait for Ammo to build him the new, wider bed.

Dipper's stomach rumbled and Bill sighed. His legs still uneasy he rubbed his knees a bit before heading upstairs to bring down more food.