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DOESNT INCLUDE RAPE BTW!! i was misinformed , also this is very long I'll try to find shorter ones the next is pretty short lmao
Creator: iamleavinggg
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-
His feet landed soundly on the ground, flinging dirt in his frantic wake as he ran.
Every footfall was followed by twice as many from his attacker. His once 50 foot lead now shrank to less than 10. How he had managed to lose it that quickly was a mystery to even himself.
A root caught the toe of his boot. Techno stumbled, nearly losing his footing on the leaf-strewn ground. With this fatal stumble, his attacker gained all the upper hand that he had needed.
A harsh shove to the back flattened Techno onto the earth, his elbows making contact first. A rock that had been hidden by yellowed leaves stopped his knee, causing him to let out a low groan of pain after his initial shout of surprise.
A low chuckle rumbled from low in his pursuers chest, a knee pressing hard into his back to keep him down.
Techno felt the other gather both of his wrists in on of their hands, yanking them back. Techno's sweat and dirt streaked face was lifted from the earth as he panted heavily, adrenaline from the chase still coursing throughout his body.
He let his head droop in defeat, readying himself for whatever fate awaited him.
In his attacker's hands, it was sure to be a slow demise.
"The fallen king." his pursuer cooed, confident sneer evident in his tone.
"Fuck you." Techno rasped, his throat dry and scratchy from what seemed like hours of running in the heat.
His attacker tsked at this, bringing his hand to Technoblade's hair, digging his fingers deep into the shoulder-length pink strands and pulling hard.
Technoblade gave a surprised grunt at this, his head thrown back to avoid the dull pain on his scalp.
And yet, despite his initial pain at the pull, he couldn't help but feel a rush of heat pooling low in his stomach.
Goddammit, not now of all times.
The man behind him gave a triumphant laugh, his breathing somehow steady despite the long pursuit.
"Technoblade, what am I going to do with you?" he asked endearingly, his voice condescending and controlling.
"I could make you beg for your life, screaming for mercy at my hands."
"I could break you, push you to the very edge until you feel like death would be the only resolution to your pain."
"Or," he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to Technoblade's ear in a low whisper,
"I could fuck you into the ground until your thighs are shaking, body spent. You'd be screaming my name, over and over, begging for it to stop."
Techno felt a low tingle of fear at this. And yet, even though the man's words were clearly threatening, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
"Hm?" the man murmured, pulling back slightly. His heated breath ghosted over Techno's neck hotly.
"Let me go." Technoblade snarled, wriggling wildly in a vain attempt to free himself. He wanted to escape this madman's grasp, flee into the underbrush before him.
But did he, though? His attempt to escape was feeble and half-hearted.
Almost like he wanted to stay. Almost like he wanted the punishment, wanted whatever was coming to him.
His attacker let out a demeaning sigh, tapping Techno's wrist with his thumb.
"I don't think I will. No, I think I'll take what's mine, and you'll have to accept it. Maybe you'll even like it." he announced, voice dripping with a clear triumph and sadistic excitement.
Without much effort on the other's end, Techno was flipped onto his back, his wrists now pinned above his head. In this new position, he was able to see the man above him clearly.
The white smiley face mask, the dark green leather shirt, the diamond sword strapped to his hip- there was no mistaking this man.
Dream.
And, more terrifyingly, the fact that he was straddling Technoblade's lap, a knife held evenly in his free hand.
Techno's eyes widened momentarily, jaw clenched in a small gesture of barely contained fear. The knife couldn't have been much longer than about five inches, but it was wickedly sharp, and it had a dangerous curve to the blade.
And, in Dream's hand nonetheless.
A harsh bark of laughter erupted from the masked man above him. Dream brought his hand down to swipe away a stray strand of hair from Technoblade's face.
"Pathetic." he snarled, twirling the knife around impressively and pressing it heavily against Techno's throat. Techno pulled his head back, straining to get away from the weapon.
Problem was, he was pressed against a layer of solid earth.
Dream laughed again, pressing the knife further into the delicate skin. Techno bit down hard on his bottom lip, breathing heavily through his nose.
The knife was held so very carefully that the slightest bit more of pressure would break skin, spilling the dark red blood below. Dream seemed to understand this, as he didn't push further but didn't pull away either.
"Is that what you want, Techno? Want me to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days?" Dream sneered, tightening his grip on Techno's wrists.
Techno let out a low groan, half pleading and half terrified.
The words coming from Dream's mouth were doing something to him, adding to the pooling heat in his stomach. He could feel his blood rush to his dick, which was pressed conveniently against Dream.
There was no way he couldn't feel it, and Techno was sure that he was smirking under that godforsaken mask.
"I think you do." Dream decided, rolling his hips in the worst way possible to someone who was trying desperately to direct his thoughts elsewhere.
Techno let out a groan, his eyes rolling back. The pressure felt so good, so good-,
"Whore." the man above him snarled, smirk clear in his tone. He pulled the knife away for a moment, only to place it lightly against Techno's lips.
"Hold it." he demanded, pressing a bit harder. Fearful of the possibility of being cut, Techno opened his mouth to hold the blade between his teeth.
With an unseen glimmer in his eye, Dream suddenly drew the knife down Techno's bottom lip, opening a gash there. Blood spilled immediately from it, dripping down his chin.
He let out a pained gasp, hands jerking instinctively.
"Agh, fuck!" he grunted. Dream only laughed, placing the blade of the knife between Techno's teeth. He was forced to hold it there, his own blood dripping sickeningly onto his tongue.
Dream shifted back, now sitting on Techno's thighs. Without a knife in the way, he slowly traced his hand down Techno's neck, then chest, then stomach, before teasing at his waistband by grabbing the fabric, pulling it back, and releasing it sharply.
Every time it snapped back onto Techno's skin, a low groan bubbled from low in his throat. He felt himself only get harder with each snap of the waistband, now breathing heavily at his desperation for any sort of friction on his straining cock.
With a deep chuckle, Dream finally undid his belt, sliding the leather strap free from each belt loop with an agonizingly slow pace. He gathered it up into his hand, staring at it for a moment.
Techno could've sworn he felt his heart skip a beat when Dream let out a pondering "Hm..." while tracing his thumb along the scarred leather of the belt.
"Y'know, this could be used for more than just holding pants up, Techno." he mused, looping it into a neat coil.
"Ngh." Techno answered, the knife between his teeth limiting his speech significantly.
Privately, he felt both a twinge of fear and a sharp spark of arousal at what Dream could do with the belt that he held carefully in his hands. Techno watched the way his head was tilted ever so slightly, as if he were debating over something in his head.
Dream turned his masked gaze back to Techno.
"Yeah, how about we put it to use, hm?"
Techno shook his head quickly, equally nervous as well as eager to find out Dream's plan for the belt. But Dream didn't have to know how much he was enjoying this.
How embarrassing that would be if Dream were to really see-
"Aagh, fughck!" he cursed thickly, his speech still blocked by the knife's blade. The reason for his sudden outburst was the fact that Dream had decided that then was the time to crack the belt down harshly on his exposed waist, where his shirt had ridden up slightly.
A sharp stinging replaced the belt on his waist, and he writhed in pain. The way it had cracked down so suddenly only heightened Techno's nervousness about the whole situation.
There had been no warning at all, made worse by the fact that Techno couldn't see Dream's face to see what he was thinking. Dream could do anything- at any time- and Techno would be defenseless as well as thoroughly unprepared.
Dream must've grinned at the reaction, because he was now leaning forward to inspect the damage. He pulled back the waistband of Techno's pants to see it better, and there on the pale skin there a brilliant red mark was forming, contrasting harshly in color.
"Might leave a bruise." Dream commented nonchalantly, shrugging freely.
He moved his hand that had been pinning both of Techno's, bringing his hands up towards himself. With the belt in hand, he looped it tightly around Techno's wrist until he had run out of length, then securing it carefully.
Dream pulled on it experimentally, seemingly satisfied when it didn't give way.
Dream pushed his wrists back against the hard-packed earth with a short chuckle of satisfaction.
Clearly, Techno was fucked.
With his hands tied, Dream at his waist, a knife in his mouth, and a very clear boner, he was extremely vulnerable.
Not to mention, completely at Dream's mercy.
Dream was now lightly tracing the outline of Techno's bulge with his index finger, humming lowly.
"Such a slut. Getting off on this, Techno? Ever thought about me doing this to you? You must've, you whore. Look at how hard you are right now." Dream scoffed.
He had no idea how close he had hit to home. Or maybe he did.
"Fuck," he panted, thrusting up into his hand.
He imagined Dream in front of him, lips wrapped hotly around his cock. Those piercing green eyes glossy with lust as he gazed up at Techno.
He would pop off of Techno's dick with an audible pop, drawing his tongue over his lips slowly.
"You dare cum," he would say, "and I'll leave you here for an hour, all hard and needy."
Techno panted, pumping his hand quicker.
He would go down once again on Techno, deepthroating him suddenly. Techno would shout out, struggling against himself with the overpowering urge to just release down Dream's throat.
Instead of listening to imaginary Dream's instructions, he thrusted up harshly into his hand, cumming harder than he had in months.
"Fuck." he cursed lowly. Had he really just gotten off on Dream of all people? And had he really just gotten off better than he had in a long time?
Damn.
He clenched his jaw, teeth digging into the knife blade. His teeth must've been leaving marks on the dark metal at this point.
Dream laughed to himself, bringing his hand up to Techno's zipper. He held onto it lightly, toying with it teasingly.
Techno felt achingly desperate for friction, or for even just the freedom from his pants- which had grown far too tight for his liking.
"Maybe I'll make you beg, Techno." Dream offered, glancing up at the pinkette through his mask.
Techno shook his head, letting a whine free itself from his throat. He didn't want to have to beg for anything, and from Dream of all people.
Dream laughed cruelly. His hand brought the zipper up and down slowly, the zipping noise ringing tauntingly in Techno's ears.
"No, I won't make you beg for this." he decided, zipping the little metal zipper up.
"I'll make you beg for it to stop. You'll be shaking with overstimulation, too spent to even form a proper sentence."
Ziiip.
Ziiip.
Ziiip.
"You like that idea, slut?" Dream asked, his voice lightened in a sadistic excitement.
Techno didn't answer, struggling against himself. His pride rebelled at the very thought, not wanting to submit to anyone, especially Dream.
His body, on the other hand, had absolutely zero problems. In fact- and he hadn't thought that this was even possible- the words only worsened his hard on, which was already pressing roughly against his boxers.
Ziiip.
"I think you do."
Dream unzipped his pants.
"I think you're begging for it. You want it so bad, don't you?"
He zipped them back up.
"I think you're going to regret that soon."
He unzipped them once more.
With cruelly slow movements, he undid the button above the zipper. Technoblade let out an audible sigh of relief. Finally, finally this was going somewhere else.
"Damn." Dream commented dully, tugging the down the waistband of Techno's pants down to his knees, scooting back in the process. The mark made by a belt had only darkened in color, contrasting brilliantly with the pale skin on his waist.
Dream having had scooted back forced him to move his hands to move from Techno's tightly bound wrist. He glanced up, letting out an annoyed sigh.
"Keep your hands there. Move them, and I'll really make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow."
Techno nodded quickly at the threat, balling his hands into fists. There was no way he'd risk his ass (quite literally) just to attempt to move.
Dream sat on Technoblade's knees carefully, his hands moving quickly. One went up to grab the bloody knife from Techno's move, earning a sigh of relief from the pinkette, and the other moved up to brush a strand of dirty blonde hair from the front of his mask.
His knife-wielding hand began to spin the knife thoughtfully, twirling the knife impressively as he appeared to lose himself in his thoughts.
Techno was tempted to bring his restrained hands down to wipe at the dripping blood falling from his bottom lip. Common sense told him that that was not a good idea, considering the fact that Dream was currently holding the knife that had made the cut.
Dream suddenly brought the knife to the hem of Techno's boxers, tracing it along the white fabric.
Techno resisted the urge to writhe away from the contact of the cool metal, instead gritting his teeth as goosebumps broke out on the sensitive skin.
"Cute." Dream mused, swiping the pad of his thumb over the prickled skin.
Techno opened his mouth indignantly, ready to defend himself against the idea of being anything close to cute.
Dream cut him off by suddenly plunging the knife powerfully into the dirt right beside Techno's stomach, causing him to flinch away from it with a quick exhale.
"Fuck's sake," Techno mumbled, body still tense even as he realized he wasn't in danger of being stabbed.
Dream ignored this, bringing his hand down to the hemline of Techno's boxers. He brought the fabric back and, copying what he had done with Techno's pants, began to pull the fabric back far enough before releasing it with an audible snap.
Technoblade writhed with every snap, the feeling of the sharp sting so near his aching dick almost unbearable.
Well, it added onto his growing list of inconveniences, actually. His split lip, the belt mark on his waist, his aching wrists (which he didn't mind that much), his surely bruised knee, and his straining cock.
Dream pulled back the waistband once more, this time to suddenly pull the underwear back and free Technoblade's cock.
Techno let out a groan of relief, hips bucking up instinctively at the sudden removal of pressure, into the cold air.
Dream tsked, though a smile was obviously playing on his features under the mask.
"That desperate, are we?" he teased, chuckling lowly.
To Techno's surprise, he suddenly pulled his mask up over his had and discarded it to the side, revealing his freckled face, a certain redness tinging his cheeks from the heat of under the mask.
Techno bit his lip at the sight, immediately regretting it when he tasted his own blood. He spluttered, choking on the metallic liquid out of shock.
He was choking on his own blood, somehow.
Dream let out another chuckle, his lips curling up into a smile.
"I'm not that hot, pig boy, calm down." he teased, tugging the rest of the bottom half of Techno's clothing off.
Techno coughed, shaking his head. His voice came out slightly hoarse from just casually choking.
"My fuckin' lip." he coughed, finally able to clear his throat.
Dream let out an amused hum, not bothering to respond. He obviously knew that the cut lip was his fault and very clearly did not care.
Dream suddenly leaned forward, his hot breath ghosting over Techno's cock before he moved instead to the side, sucking the beginnings of a dark hickey into the delicate skin of his waist, opposite of the forming bruise from the belt.
Techno writhed, the sudden attack on the sensitive skin was enough to draw a gasp from his throat. He clenched his hands into fists, struggling against himself to moving away from the strange feeling.
Dream placed his calloused hands on the sides of Technoblade's waist, keeping him pressed firmly into place. He broke away from the already reddening skin for a moment to glare up at Techno.
"Keep moving, bitch. You'll have a dozen more of these to hide on your neck." he snarled. To reinforce this, he attacked the skin with a new vigor, biting down on the reddened skin occasionally.
Technoblade let out a choked gasp, hips struggling to lurch forward. It was such a strange feeling - a good one, obviously - that he couldn't help but writhe and struggle.
His back arched instead, bringing him up from the ground as Dream hummed against his skin. He continued to attack the skin for a few more moments before breaking away, a thinning line of saliva connecting the two before it broke and fell back down onto Techno.
Dream's breathing was heavier than it had been as he took a moment to recover. Then, without any warning, he suddenly dove back in and began to suck a second, slightly larger hickey into Techno's waist, even closer to his dick this time.
Techno choked on his breath, struggling both to buck his his hips up and also to keep them still.
He had seen enough of Dream's behavior to know not to disobey him.
Techno struggled against himself in more way than one, though, also fighting to not let out any noise. He didn't want to give Dream that sort of satisfaction.
This, however, must've annoyed Dream, as he now popped off of the skin with a harsh noise. After he quickly caught his breath, he glared up at Techno with those previously shining green eyes.
"You think you're so tough, huh, bitch? Not gonna have that same attitude here soon." Dream told him, his tongue darting forward to run over his bottom lip.
Techno shook his head, fists clenching and blunt nails digging into the leather wrapped around his wrists.
"No, there's really no need -," he began, his protest being cut off by a low, drawn-out moan as Dream suddenly went down the entire length of Techno's cock.
His hips bucked up instinctively, the tight heat wrapped around him already making his eyelids flutter. He could feel Dream's throat tighten around him, and it took what little remaining self control that he had to not bring his hands down and fist them into Dream's hair.
A muffled grunt of disapproval sounded from Dream. The vibrations from it caused Techno to let out another groan despite his slipping resolve to stay quiet.
Most likely on the verge of choking, Dream quickly pulled off of Technoblade's cock with an audible pop. Techno exhaled slowly, trying to calm down and also trying to contain his pleads for it to continue.
"Going to have to fuckin' tie you down, am I?" Dream muttered, wiping spit from his chin with the back of his hand.
"Such a whore. Can't even hold back for one minute." Dream shifted his attention fully to Techno's now red face.
"Actually, fuck that, you couldn't even hold back for five seconds. Took you that quick to unravel for me? Someone's a little desperate." Dream scoffed.
Techno shook his head, diverting his gaze. His face was flushed from both embarrassment and arousal and he couldn't even try to deny that he was enjoying this.
Dream shook his head, pushing a hand through his hair. "Such a whore." he muttered.
Dream shuffled back, and then stood. Confusion furrowed Techno's brow. That sort of confusion faded as he saw Dream unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, moving his head away from Dream; now shirtless. He could feel his already red face deepen in color, and he could only hope that the original color would hide it.
Dream slid his own belt off, tossing it to the side where it joined his discarded shirt. In a few more moments, Dream was completely naked and had shifted his attention back to Techno, still laid on the ground helplessly, hands bound above his head.
Dream scoffed when he looked back at Technoblade.
"You're pathetic, you know that?" he laughed, pushing a hand through his hair. He then crouched in front of Techno, working the buttons loose on Techno's shirt. He then pulled it off of Technoblade's chest, tossing it somewhere off to the side.
Now, they were both fully unclothed, though Techno was clearly far worse off than Dream. Disheveled, hard as fuck, bleeding, bound, and marked by the very same man standing over him, he was a mess.
Speaking of Dream, he now grabbed Techno's shoulder, flipping him onto his stomach.
"On your knees, ass in the air." Dream told him, grabbing his tied hands and holding them behind his back.
"Dream, I'm not -," Techno started, humiliated at the thought of doing that for Dream, even despite his current erection.
Dream cut him off by yanking his hands back, forcing his back to arch.
"You'll do what I say." he snarled. Techno, too nervous and way too hard to even protest anymore, slowly brought his knees up, bringing his ass into the air. Dream chuckled lowly, causing the humiliated blush on Techno's face to deepen.
"Wasn't that hard now, was it?" Dream asked tauntingly, his tight pull on Techno's arms slackening slightly to let his back relax a bit.
Techno huffed in response, tugging uselessly against Dream's one-handed grip on the restricting leather around his wrists. Dream yanked on them in response, tsking at the disobedience.
"Well, I was going to be gentle, but it seems like you don't really want that, Techno." Dream commented. Based on the rustle of leaves and grass behind Techno, Dream was now on his knees behind him, dick level with his ass.
Techno felt a jolt of fear and dark arousal at the fact that Dream was genuinely going through with this. The mixture of emotions left him silent, neither wanting to turn away from the prospect nor lean towards it. Dream laughed again behind him, and quite quickly Techno was narrowing his eyes to focus on Dream's hand, in front of his mouth.
Techno simply blinked at the hand for a moment, genuinely lost. Then, Dream gave an impatient sigh of annoyance.
"Would you rather me stick them in dry, whore? I knew you were a painslut, but that's a bit far, even for you."
Realization hit him squarely in the face. At the thought of Dream's punishment for ignoring direct instructions and the pain of his fingers going in dry, Technoblade opened his mouth and coated Dream's fingers in his own saliva, cringing at the way he had submitted so easily to the masked man.
Spit wouldn't work as well as lube, but what other option was there?
Dream then pulled his hand away, seemingly satisfied. Some of his own spit dripped down onto his bottom lip, and Techno couldn't wipe it away, considering Dream had both of his hands.
Then, without any verbal nor physical warning, Dream pushed two of his spit-coated fingers into Techno.
Techno gasped, his entire body tensing as pain shot through him. Dream wasted no time in quickly pushing his fingers back and forth, opening and closing them very slightly.
Techno groaned out, the slight hint of pleasure not yet enough to override the consistent pain. Dream suddenly spoke, opening his fingers further in the process,
"Y'know, if you relax, it won't hurt that bad." he commented offhandedly, his tone clearly amused.
So, Techno tried to relax. As the pain grew, he forced himself to relax, and some of the pain ebbed away. It returned in full, though, as Dream added another finger, trying to work Techno open.
Techno let out a pained moan, feeling tears sting at his eyes as the ebbing pain was increased by tenfold.
And yet, despite the pain, every time Dream would curl his fingers slightly, Techno would feel a twinge of pleasure that mingled strangely well with the pain, mixing into an odd sort of euphoria.
Then, just as Technoblade was beginning to get used to the fading pain, he felt Dream's fingers retract fully.
"Wait, you're not going to -," Techno began, feeling a jolt of fear. Sure the fingers had stretched him a bit, but there was no way they would compensate fully for Dream's dick inside of him.
Dream cut him off by pressing against him, the head of his cock positioned at Techno's entrance.
"Dream, pleas - Agh - !" he was stopped mid-word as Dream shifted forward, the head of his dick slipping in. The stretch sent stabbing jolts of pain through him, and already an odd sort of pleasure that was almost lost among the pain.
Dream grunted as he pushed his hips forward further, and he continued pushing until his hips were flush against Techno's ass.
Techno choked on both a dry sob and a moan, tears blurring his vision but not yet falling. He was unable to even form a sentence, his brain ceasing to form any proper thought.
Dream began to move without giving Techno any time to adjust, causing the pain to only worsen. But, along with the growing pain there was a building pleasure every time Dream's hips would come against Technoblade, thrusting deep into him.
Slowly, as Dream continued to move relentlessly, the pain began to ebb. The pleasure was growing, and soon his gasping sobs and groans of pain grew into moans and low groans of pleasure instead.
Dream's pace only increased. Very quickly, his thrusts became relentless, his hips snapping forward to meet Techno's ass with the telltale slap of skin on skin. Every time he would slam back into Techno, Techno would let out a choked moan, too lost in pleasure to keep his resolve to stay silent throughout this.
Dream laughed cruelly as he tugged Techno's arms back, Techno's head rolling back naturally as his back arched and his already fucked-out face coming into Dream's view.
His mouth had dropped open, his tongue lolling out and saliva slowly drooling down his chin. His eyes had rolled back slightly and his eyelids fluttered. His cheeks were a deep red in embarrassment and also with the pleasure that would shoot throughout him every time Dream would slam back into his prostate, hitting it head-on with each thrust.
"Look at you," Dream breathed, his voice only slightly affected as he continued to pound into Technoblade, "you're such a whore. Can't even talk, you dumb slut."
Techno felt a heat pool low in his stomach at the words. The pool only deepened with each direct hit on his prostate, and there was only so much more he could take before he would hit his climax, which he knew wouldn't stop Dream.
Dream's hips snapped forward a few more times, and finally, Techno couldn't hold back anymore. His climax hit him like a wave, crashing over him as he moaned soundlessly, his voice hoarse from his previous sobs and moans. His mouth fell open into a permanent 'o' shape as his head fell forward and he fell limp. He would've fallen forward if it weren't for Dream's hand in his wrists, forcing him to stay up.
And even as the waves of his orgasm washed away, Dream was still slamming into him, only growing somehow rougher with his pace. Techno felt his thighs begin to twitch as he cried out from the overstimulation. Dream laughed savagely, his pace halting for only a moment as his free hand reached forward to fist into Techno's hair, forcing his head up.
"You think you're done, whore? I wasn't kidding earlier. I'm going to make you scream my name until it's the only thing you'll be able to even think anymore." Dream snapped, his voice low and dangerous.
With that, he released Techno's hair, allowing his head to drop again. Dream yanked back on his arms as he picked back up on his pace, pounding into Techno once more.
Techno was hit with a sudden rush of sensations. Pain, at the overstimulation and continued pull on his arms and his scalp, and pleasure as Dream somehow hit his prostate with each and every thrust. Despite his broken cries for Dream to stop, he felt himself grow hard again.
At the moment, he couldn't even bear to think of orgasming twice without even a small break. But, that seemed the only path for him as Dream's relentless pace carried on.
Techno quickly felt that pooling heat low in his stomach, and it grew quickly with him being sensitive from just cumming and the constant stimulation. He cried out, his throat raw as he felt the fear of the pain of a second orgasm so shortly after the first.
He held back for as long as he could, but with Dream's hips constantly snapping forward, and his cock ramming into Techno's prostate constantly, it wasn't long before his climax hit a second time, causing him to fall limp as he nearly screamed at the overwhelming mix of sensations.
His body convulsed as he orgasmed again, and Dream's cruel laugh met his ears again as he sobbed out, tears beginning to run down his face. He felt so used and so spent. His body had gone limp, unable to hold itself up through a second orgasm.
Dream really was right. He had him sobbing and twitching from overstimulation, but not yet begging for it to stop. That was mainly due to the fact that he couldn't speak, though.
Dream pulled his hands back as they slipped slightly from his grasp, forcing him to stay upright as Dream used his wrecked body, not caring about how badly Techno wanted this to stop.
Techno's thighs were now shaking from both the force Dream was using as he slammed into him and the overstimulation stinging throughout him. His moans and various sobs and gasps only seemed to urge Dream on as his pace became somewhat reckless. A quietly hopeful voice in Techno's head thought that maybe Dream was nearing his release and that this would soon be over.
The thought brought back a sliver of Techno's determination, and he once again found his voice.
"Dream - P-please - please stop - !" he moaned out brokenly, his voice hoarse and absolutely ruined. Dream only laughed, thrusting harshly into Techno.
"No." he answered, exaggerating his response with another equally rough thrust. Then, without any warning at all, his hand came down suddenly on Techno's ass sharply.
The sudden sharp jolt of pain caused Techno to climax a third time. He screamed out now, a broken, ruined shout of Dream's name. Now, he continued to cry out the masked man's name, unable to process literally any other thought.
"Dream!" he cried out continuously. His voice was going very hoarse and he was definitely going to need an excuse tomorrow as for why his voice was gone.
Just as Techno's voice began to fail, Dream gave one last, final thrust into Techno, and then Technoblade felt Dream release deep inside of him with a low groan. He felt so used and full and spent and so, so tired.
Dream pulled out slowly, and Techno would've winced if he had the energy to. Cum dripped out as Dream exited him, his breathing a bit heavier. Techno was completely ruined as he slumped over, exhaustion getting the best of him.
The last thing he remembered seeing was Dream, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, or maybe concern, carefully slipping what seemed to be a hoodie from his discarded bag over Techno's head.
And then, he fell asleep.
AGAIN THE CREATOR IS iamleavinggg