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George’s eyes slowly flutter open. His body is moving all on its own, back and forth in a harsh rhythm.
The air is cold around him. Where is his blanket? George searches for the light blue fabric. He sees it discarded on the floor. He lazily tries to get up.
It hurts.
Sharp pain courses through George the second he makes the slightest move to stand. He looks down to where the pain is coming from. He’s then informed that he isn’t wearing pants, or underwear for that matter.
That’s weird.
George’s muffled mind takes a moment to understand what he’s seeing.
His dick stands tall and fully hard, leaking with precum.
Suddenly, he’s conscious of the pleasure building in his gut. Without thinking he moans at the overwhelming feeling.
George’s eyes focus on beyond his cock. Thick legs are flush against his ass for a moment. Then they’re snapping back and forth.
His ears finally register the slapping reverberating off the walls.
And then it clicked.
George is wide awake in seconds. He tries to sit up to get a better grip of the situation, but is held down by strong arms. George’s eyes follow the figure's arms up, till he’s met with someone he recognizes.
He relaxes a little at the familiar face. But then he tenses back up, ten fold.
Dream rails him as George just sits back and takes it, in complete shock.
George can feel heat building the longer he stares.
When did Dream get here? Why was he even here to begin with? How did they even get to this point? Why was this happening? How did Dream get in his room? He could have sworn he locked his door before falling asleep.
The last thing George expected when he made it to Florida was unashamed eyes always watching his every move. It made him uncomfortable. It made him feel like an object. George had foolishly thought he’d be able to live peacefully with his best friends. What a ridiculous thought.
What a hideous reality.
George had locked his door because he felt Dream’s inappropriate comments were too intense for his liking. Especially mixed with Dream openly eye fucking him. Sapnap even noticed, asking if Geroge was alright before he left for Carolina.
George hated the way the internet sexualized him. He was fine with it at first, taking it as a compliment. But it soon devolved into so much more. It made him feel like some whore who only lived for a dick up his ass. It made him feel awful for just being in his own skin.
He thought his close friends were different. Especially his best friend, his partner in crime.
He was sadly mistaken.
George’s vision is blurred by his own tears. George is in agony. He pushes down the feeling and focuses on his fury.
“Fuck you!” George shouts at Dream, his face flush from absolute anger. Yet, tears still run down his cheeks.
“You’re a-“ George sobs out the words, choking on them in the process. “—You’re a fucking rapist, you know that?!”
He feels Dream pound up into him, destroying his prostate. George lets his head fall, stuttering out a moan. He’s losing feeling in his legs.
“George, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” Dream whispers into his ear, breath hot against George’s neck. Dream grabs onto George’s thighs to get a better grip, his nails digging into George’s skin. George feels like it’ll bruis. He hopes it doesn’t scar.
Dream then thrusts even harder into George’s prostate, hitting it head on. He stays there for a moment, grinding into George, as if severing the moment.
George screams.
“I-“ George sobs into his hands. The tears burn against his skin. It’s liquid lava. “—I trusted you!” George cries harder into his own arms, shielding his reddening face.
“I know, and that’s the best part. I’ll ruin you! You’ll never be able to trust another soul again. You’ll always be thinking of me.” Dream laughs like this is the funniest joke he’s ever made.
“You feel so good George..” Dream smiles against George’s cheek. Water droplets form on George’s face from Dream’s heavy breathing. “Your body was so ready for me. I barely even needed to prep you!” Dream licks a long strip from George’s chin to just under his eye.
George feels disgusting under Dream’s gaze, fully naked for a man who he throught was his partner. For a man he trusted. For a man he thought he could spend the rest of his days with.
Now it’s ruined. All for what? A sick fantasy?
“You even taste good.” Dream says, moaning. He moves his mouth down George’s neck. He leaves hickeys in his wake. They ranged from red to deep purple.
George just sobs, wishing he couldn’t feel the flames rising. His gut swirls with pleasure and pain.
It makes him sick.
“Your the filth of the earth” George says weakly, feeling like he might pass out. Dream just whines replying with, “Tell me more, baby. Tell me just how horrible I am.”
George feels nauseous.
George ignores him after that, not saying a word. He doesn’t want this sick pervert getting anything more out of him.
He tries to struggle against Dream but it’s useless.
The only thing George can focus on is the way his body feels. Behind the awful nausea and fear is a fire. It burns the more he thinks about what that means.
Were they right? Is he really just some bitch in heat? Some doll to be used and then tossed? He wants to curl in on himself, sobbing into his pillow for the rest of eternity. But he can’t. He can’t even move an inch with Dream nailing him to the mattress.
“Let me go..” George cries as he’s used like some play thing. His insides don’t belong to him anymore. Rather, they’ve been invaded by a stiff cock that just can’t help but fuck him senseless.
Dream just laughs like a fucking teakettle. George hates it. A noise he thought was so pure and beautiful turned into just another weapon to use against him.
Yet, it fuels the flames somehow. He thinks about being just an object for someone to use. Maybe deep down in the darkest parts of his mind he wanted this. Maybe this was his all fault after all.
Maybe he’s the problem. Maybe his shirts showed too much skin. Maybe his shorts were a little too short. Maybe his tone was too provocative.
George wishes he knew what he did to deserve this.
To be born with this body that’s for everyone else but the owner. Always being told he isn’t good enough, meanwhile being treated like some slut for the way he talks, the way he acts, the way he looks. Is that all he is to this world? Some pretty doll that has no brains, yet has so many hole needing to be filled.
George screams out in pain as Dream adds a finger in George’s slopping hole along with Dream’s dick. They don’t move in sync, making George have no moments of peace as he’s always filled with either Dream’s fat cock or his thick fingers.
George let’s the flames consume him.
“I’m sorry” Goggy whispers, turning his face to the side. His tears build but never fall. His eyes loose the spark they once had.
“What was that?” Dream asks smugly. “I said I’m sorry.” Goggy says, staring at the walls that move all on there own.
“What are you sorry for?” Dream asks, sounding genuinely a little confused.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you, sir” Goggy says, moving his face towards Dream. Dream just stares at him with an unreadable emotion.
“Your cock feels so good” Goggy says, feeling the heat rise up his body, invading his brain. “You barely needed to prep me because I fucked myself before falling asleep.” Goggy watches Dream moan as Dream’s hips stutter.
“That’s a good boy, putting those fingers to good use.” Dream says, grinning like mad man. His eyes are gleaming.
“Yes sir. Only thing I’m good for” Goggy whines as Dream slams himself into the burnet.
“Your such a good little whore, baby. Getting all worked up from my cock even while I’m raping you in your sleep.” Dream’s huffs, smashing into Googy’s prostrate with his fingers.
“I’m the best slut, don’t get it twisted” Goggy whines while he smiles up at Dream, inches away from his face.
Dream closes the distance, making their lips collide.
The kiss is heated and passionate. Goggy harshly kisses back as if putting every last feeling he’s ever had into it. It feels amazing, like this was always meant to be. Maybe it was.
After a few heated moments they separate to get some air. Goggy’s skin feels sticky and warm. He can feel every move Dream makes. The way his dick scrapes across his walls. How Dream’s nails dig into his skin with every thrust. How the mattress is giving his back rug burn. How his hair sticks to his forehead. How his legs tense and untense each time Dream hits his prostrate.
He can feel it all. So, Goggy focuses on that rather than how much Geroge wants to rip himself apart into the little pieces, never to be seen again.
Never to be wrongly objectified ever again.
“Your so beautiful. You have no idea how many times it I’ve gotten off just from a picture of your amazing body.” Dream moans into Goggy’s ear.
“Thank you.” Goggy says, despite George feeling like he’s breaking. All those innocent nights, just having fun and being himself- all for Dream to take his cock out and pump it like it’s the last time he’ll get the chance.
George wants to throw up.
“Your so good for me.” Dream says,
tracing Goggy’s V line.
Goggy shivers at the feeling.
“Good boys deserve rewards.” Dream takes Goggy’s cock into his palm, almost covering it completely. Goggy almost cums from just the sight.
Heat envelope the two men.
Dream pumps Goggy’s dick hard and fast. It feels amazing. Goggy withers under his touch. His legs shake with need and want.
“Fuck me harder Daddy!” Goggy screams as he approaches his high, not realizing what he just said.
“Of course Princess anything for you” Dream says under his breath as he fuck Goggy at an impossibly fast pace. It feels heavenly. Goggy can’t help as pleas and whines fall from cascade off his lips. George steals Dream’s mouth one last time.
Pleasure explodes from George’s gut, spreading to he rest of his body, the pain long forgotten.
He’s teetering on the edge of a lake of lava. A place he might loose his life to. Somewhere he may never be able to come back from. Yet Goggy dives in, forgetting all reason and thought.
Goggy cums on his own stomach, staining it for life. Somewhere George will never be able to clean properly anymore. The flames attack his skin, burning it to a crisp only leaving his fragile heart left over.
Dream pounds his fat cock deep inside of Goggy, painting his insides white. Dream moans deeply in Goggy’s ear, destroying all that was left of George.
The flames grew too high.
Now there’s nothing left but a burning fire.