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Tommy’s face went white with fear; his eyes wide open and alert as his knuckles strained under the pressure of the grip he was holding the lid of the chest with.
Empty.
Nothing but dust and dirt decorated the inside of what was supposed to hold the axe of peace. Nothing. And pure terror was crawling its way up his spine only to anchor itself in his spiraling thoughts.
If it wasn’t here. Then where was it?
And in the back of his skull, screaming in icy panic, Tommy already knew the answer, but the rest of his mind refused and repressed all rational thought, because he feared he would black out if he contemplated the matter anymore then his already reeling brain would allow.
He dropped the lid with a loud and deafening clunk and winced at the noise reverberating against the walls of the hole he dug.
Mud and grime gathered under his fingernails as he pushed himself back into sunlight, the cool earth doing nothing to calm his nerves. Each forceful reach felt like an impossible weight was piling on his back and as he finally breached the surface, he coughed up the dust from his lungs. He wasn’t even aware of how loud and heavy his breathing was.
He needed to leave, get back home, and fortify his house, gather any supplies he might have and protect what he still had left. He needed to leave! LEAVE! NOW!
He forced himself onto shaking knees, wiping spit from his chin with a dirty hand, before turning to the portal to retreat to his home. He managed to take a single step before a feeling of horrifying dread and realization washed over him.
The portal had been turned off. The familiar violet light and particles that normally swirled around the dark frame were missing.
He felt a droplet of sweat roll off his nose and drip to the ground. Time seemed to move slower as a pair of dark purple clad claws gripped the side of the obsidian. The breath in his throat hitched.
The first thing he saw was the shoulder, dressed in shining netherite, peek behind the wall, before the grinning face of his worst nightmare reared itself, as the man took slow steps towards the boy. A very familiar axe in one hand, handle balanced over the shoulder leisurely, and Tommy froze up. The thud of armored boots too loud in his ears.
“Hey Tommy.”
And the words were dripping with honey and laced with an underlying threat. A smile decorated his face, now littered with fresh scars and healing burns, barely covered by a cracked porcelain mask and the sight made Tommy’s stomach drop. “Are you looking for something?” The man leaned forward, dropping the head of the axe onto the ground, and leaning on the handle, his eyes never once leaving him. “Came to get your stuff?” And it sounded like he was talking to a fucking child and a deep-seated rage was bubbling through Tommy’s veins, but he simply put his shield up, holding the man’s piercing gaze.
“Hey, welcome back to exile!” Dream said, and he slung the weapon back over his shoulder, the blade glinting dangerously, and he spread his other arm wide in a grand gesture and Tommy’s guts turned with disgust and painful memories. For every step the man took towards him, he took a step back.
“Welcome home.”
And that word was all it took to crack all hidden wounds back open. Tears were burning his eyes and he clung tighter to the shield, like it was his only lifeline, though it was obvious that Dream was unbothered by it. It certainly felt like the man would be able to just reach through and grab at him.
“How long has it been?” Dream’s voice grated in his ears, and he could feel his insides trembling as he kept moving backwards. “I thought you would spruce this place up a bit for when I get out. A nice place for us to live?” And Dream was grinning, and it was burning right through his heart.
“Shut the fuck up!!” Tommy wanted it to sound aggressive, but it came across more like pathetic plea and he hated it. He hated how Dream tutted at him for speaking up.
“I guess it’s for the best, though. You always were a terrible builder.” And Dream’s gaze went dark and his eyes half-lidded. “I’ll make us a lovely home, Tommy. Where you can rot for the rest of your life.” And the smile dropped from his face. “Just like I did. Thanks to you.”
And suddenly Dream was sprinting at him. The axe of peace at his side ready to swing. His footfalls heavy on the ground. And in his sheer panic Tommy tried to turn on his heel and run, while his lungs were seizing up in fear. But instead, he twisted around, just in time for his foot to catch on a dead bush sprouting through the rigged earth and his upper body lurched forward. With a pained yell he slammed his shield first into ground and caught himself with his other hand. Quickly he turned around, just in time to see Dream raise the axe with deadly intent.
Tommy immediately detached himself from his shield, rolling to the side. He heard the blade crash into the wood, splinters lodging themselves into his skin, but he barely noticed, as he was already up and running. It felt like his heart was sitting in his throat.
Behind him Dream put his boot up against the now useless slab of wood, and violently pried it off his weapon.
“Tommy! Where are you going?” he shouted with amusement in his voice. Already he went back into pursuit. He hadn’t felt so alive in months, pure glee and adrenalin coursing through his veins, as he continued the hunt and a manic laugh bubbled out of his chest.
“I’m going to get you, Tommy!!”
The boy could barely breathe, seeing the world through a blurring vision, his cheeks wet and his legs straining as he forced himself into a full sprint. Cold air was rushing past him, and he screamed in terror as the thundering footfalls came closer and closer. The horrific laugh loud and roaring in Tommy’s ears.
There was nowhere to go though. No place to hide. No thick woods to lose the man in. Logsteadshire had been reduced to rubble and with it all hope Tommy had of finally escaping Dream’s clutches.
Tommy was still booking it to the nearest forest, in a desperate and vain attempt to outmaneuver the most skilled man on the server.
Instead, he felt armored arms round his form, and he screamed as he was gripped tightly, barely able to react as he and Dream crashed to the ground, the rough terrain ripping up his skin and dirt coating his wet face.
He tried desperately to get back up, but a clawed hand quickly found a hold in his hair and his head was slammed back into the soil and Tommy saw white flecks dance at the edge of his vision.
The weight on his back lifted only for a second before a heavy knee was pushed between his shoulder blades to lock him into place. But Tommy fought against the towering figure, thrashing and screaming, trying to find any blind spots as he swung the diamond axe he still carried.
Instead, his wrist was roughly grabbed, and Tommy winced, each touch from the man felt like a blaze of agony through his mind and body.
“Let go, Tommy.” But he refused to listen. His feet and legs kicking up dust and rocks behind him and his free hand hammering uselessly at the netherite. Suddenly the grip around his wrist turned into a crushing force and he cried out in pain. He quickly dropped the weapon in reaction as the unbearable force nearly cracked his bone.
Immediately Dream took the axe off the ground, hurling it away from them. Tommy was forced to watch as it skittered across the earth, before coming to rest near a patch of grass, way too far out of his reach.
The grasp on the back of his scalp tightened and he winced as his head was forced back into an unnatural position. Dream leaned forward slightly as he twisted Tommy into eye contact.
The boy was trembling, eyes wide and darting uselessly from side to side as to find an escape route, his fingers were clenching and unclenching at his side and Dream cooed at the breath-taking sight.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Tommy felt the man whisper in his ear and his stomach flipped, feeling the man push against the side of his head and inhaling deeply. Tommy tried to force his head away, but the tight grip kept him in place.
“Away from you, you fucking creep!!!” Tommy was screeching, desperation clear in his tone and Dream drank it up greedily.
Every twitch in his body, every fearful look, every tear streaming down his face had Dream’s mind singing. For too long had he been depraved of his favorite little toy.
Suddenly the blade of the axe crashed into the ground, too close to Tommy’s face, cracking through the rock and Tommy caught a glimpse of his own frightened face in the reflection.
“Not that I don’t enjoy your little outbursts.“ Dream leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on the back of the boy’s neck. His lips were charred and dry, making Tommy wince. “But you’re so much prettier when broken.”
Tommy felt icy metal touch his back as Dream gripped the waistband of his pants.
“NO! NO! PLEASE!” Tommy screamed as he continued thrashing, digging his nails through the dirt in a futile attempt to gain some distance to his abuser.
Dream simply laughed and Tommy hated it. Hated how unaffected Dream was and hated how Tommy was once again incapable to do anything to stop him.
Rough metal was digging into his skin and with a quick tug, his pants and boxers were forced to his thighs, nearly ripping under the pressure. And Dream admired the sight before him, Tommy’s now naked ass trembling under his gaze.
“Please, don’t. Dream, I’ll go with you, I’ll do what you want, just PLEASE- “ and again his head was slammed into the ground and Tommy’s head was reeling from the impact. He didn’t even register that the hand gripping his hair had left.
“Oh, Tommy. You’re coming back with me either way. This is just for me.”
Tommy suddenly heard rustling from behind him, metal clanging against metal before something crashed into the ground behind him. Before he could even start the thought process of wondering what those sounds were, cold fingers settled over his now bare skin.
Dream had taken one of his gauntlets off, so he could properly feel up the boy. And Tommy didn’t realize this yet, but Dream’s codpiece had also been removed.
Tommy once again started to panic, but one wrist was quickly grabbed and twisted painfully behind his back. He cried out at the harsh treatment, but only got a dark chuckle in response. The hand on his ass suddenly gripped one of his ass cheeks harshly, giving it a firm squeeze. Dream hummed as he kept massaging the flesh, pushing it away to see Tommy’s entrance, and he licked his lips thinking about what was about to happen. He let go, before slowly tracing his fingers over the skin, over every freckle and every scar that he left, down to his thigh, where he tightened his grip once more, making Tommy wince.
He leaned down and with a breathy voice he said: “I would tell you this isn’t going to hurt, but that would be a lie.” Tommy felt his throat closing up, his tears soaking into the earth under his scratched-up face.
Dream started to reposition himself, as he forced Tommy’s legs apart and planted himself between them. The boy started to kick up but Dream completely ignored any struggles he was putting up. Tommy felt so helpless. He felt his fingertips bleeding as he scratched them over the ground.
Another sound of rustling was heard and suddenly something hefty and throbbing was laying over his backside and Tommy’s whole body immediately froze. Dream let out a satisfied sigh, finally having his aching cock out of its confines. Tommy was just so alluring to him, and the rapid chase and forceful struggles had made Dream rock hard. He rolled his hips slowly, sliding his dick over the quivering skin under him, relishing in the tiny whimpers Tommy was so desperately trying to hide. Precum was leaking from the tip and Dream moaned from the delectable contact of skin against skin. He had been in prison for months with nothing but his hand to satisfy him. There was no way he was going to wait any longer with his prey on such beautiful display under him.
He slowly slid his cock between the ass cheeks, not quite penetrating yet but simply resting it there. Dream then lifted his hand to his face and spit in his palm, before lowering it back down. He gripped his dick, groaning at the friction, as he slid his wet fingers over his girth, gathering some of the precum at the tip and spreading it over himself. He felt himself pulsing in his hand as he listened to Tommy’s labored breaths under him. Dream still had an iron grip on one of his wrists against the boy’s back.
Tommy was silently panicking, close to a full panic attack. He tried to force himself to dissociate, to distance himself from the whole situation like he had forced himself to learn back in exile, but to no avail. It had been too long, and he was too aware of what was about to happen to let his thoughts drift away from himself. He heard the man stroking himself behind him, wet skin squelching under deft fingers and Tommy scrunched his eyes closed, slowly planting his forehead to the ground while he tried to force his breathing to a somewhat normal pace.
Suddenly the grip on his wrist vanished and Tommy quickly pulled back his bruising hand, pressing it against the earth beside him. But before he could even try to force himself up, the heavy weight of Dream’s chest crashed into his back. The armor was painfully digging into his skin and Tommy cried out in pain. An arm snaked its way around his neck, opposite to the side of the axe still dangerously close to his face, and a hand roughly gripped his throat, keeping him in place. The other hand found itself back in his hair, fingers tangling around the strands to find a tight grip.
Tommy had not been touched by anyone in a while, becoming completely averse to the sensation after Dream’s ministrations in exile, and all these sensations were completely overwhelming him. The hand on his throat not constricting his air flow, but he still felt like he was suffocating. The weight on his back was paralyzing and likely bruising every part of his body the dark armor was digging into.
Dream pushed wet lips against his ear and Tommy shivered.
“I’ve missed you Tommy…” Dream was still rolling his hips against him. “You didn’t visit me again.” He forced Tommy to crane his head back and locked eyes with the boy who shot him an angry glare with piercing blue eyes. “Didn’t you have fun during our little get-together?”
Tommy let out unstable puffs of breath, remembering hot obsidian digging into his back, and the unending taste of cum in the back of his throat, and forced himself to speak. “Fuck. You. You disgusting freak.”
“Hmm… seems you don’t remember how to talk to your owner. Let this be a lesson to you then”
Tommy’s eyes shot open as he felt Dream’s hips lift off him. He gripped at the arm around his neck, trying to force it off, scraping his raw fingertips against the metal but it didn’t even budge. Tommy began to whimper in fear. He felt Dream’s massive cock pull over his backside and before long he felt the blunt head drag against his entrance, leaking precum against the rim.
Dream took the hand out of the boy’s hair, using it instead to wrap it around his own cock, guiding it and holding it steady. And before Tommy could even plead for mercy, the tip was slowly pushed in, and Tommy screamed.
It was agonizing and the cock head had barely breached him. Tommy was clawing at the arm holding him, as the grip around his neck tightened and Dream let out a grunt.
Tommy was tight. Way too tight. But this wasn’t the first time he had taken Tommy basically dry. “Fuck… Relax, Tommy.” He panted with hot breaths next to his ear. Tommy was barely thinking, howling in pain at the intruding member, tears and snot dripping down his chin.
Dream forced himself a bit deeper into the boy, despite the discomfort, and began shallowly thrusting the top part in and out, dragging the head over the clenching walls until it became easier, and he could gradually push deeper. He felt the movements become slicker and he figured he must have torn the boy, as blood started to lube up his cock somewhat and without thinking much further, he pulled his hips up, until barely the tip was poking into the abused and broken rim of the hole. And with a fluttering heart he dug his teeth into the soft spot connecting Tommy’s neck and shoulder while he slammed his hips down, burying himself as deep as he could go. And Tommy’s screams were delicious.
Dream simply stayed there, unmoving, adjusting to the sudden pressure around his dick, feeling the walls twitch and pulse around him. He pushed his teeth further into Tommy’s neck, directing all pent-up energy into the bite as to not immediately start pumping into the tight heat in a manic frenzy. An iron taste was starting to coat his tongue and he languidly pulled his teeth off, before sliding a greedy tongue over the wound, drinking up the blood just as he was drinking up Tommy’s wailful cries.
Tommy was in pure agony just trying to adjust to the feeling of being torn apart. His legs were flailing uselessly over the ground and against Dream’s own legs. This wasn’t the first time, but that fact certainly didn’t stop the act from hurting, the girth inside him rubbing his insides raw. He let a couple shaky breaths escape his lips, as he tried to force himself to relax somewhat to alleviate some of the pressure. As this was happening, he felt bruises form on his neck as Dream sucked a violent hickey into any bare skin that he could reach., turning his nape into a painting of colorful markings.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this…” Ever so slowly Dream pulled his hips up somewhat, and Tommy’s toes curled at the painful drag. Lazily he began rolling his hips, pushing and pulling his cock in and out the puckering hole. “Snug around my dick like the cheap fleshlight you are.” Tommy whimpered at the harsh words and Dream pulled his head back up by his hair, pressing a wet kiss behind his ear. “My pretty little plaything.”
And with those haunting words, Dream pulled his backside up, before brutally thrusting back down, and Tommy howled at the sudden force, as his entrance was violently spread open with each pump and his own hips painfully pushed into the ground with each push into him. Blood coating the skin of Dream’s dick as he set up a relentless pace, fucking into the tight ass under him with merciless speed.
Tommy felt like he was being impaled over and over and each thrust made a pitiful cry escape his throat. His face was bright red and puffy, and tears were streaking their way through the dirt that covered his face. He couldn’t focus on anything but the relentless pain that he was being subjected to and he started hiccupping under the intense pressure.
“Fuck that’s so cute…” Dream breathed against him. And suddenly Dream rotated his hips and with short violent bursts he thrust directly into the boy’s prostate over and over. Tommy immediately let out a pathetic moan at the sudden onslaught, fearing he would black out at the overpowering stimulus. The pain in his rear contrasting to the sudden assault of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Tommy’s eyes rolled back into his head and drool was dripping down his chin. Ever so gradually the violent movements started to become more familiar, and his own cock started to twitch in interest. Tommy was disgusted by himself.
The sounds echoing around Logsteadshire were hellish, skin slapping against skin and armor rustling in the snapping movements. Thankfully there was no one to hear Tommy’s pathetic cries, as Dream was certain no one but Tommy would ever think of coming here. And he was right, of course he was. Tommy was too emotionally driven, and Dream had predicted him perfectly. He watched the boy’s face, eyes scrunched shut and panting heavily between quiet hiccups. He was perfect.
The grip around Tommy’s neck started to tighten uncomfortably and Tommy started pleading in hushed whispers and babbles, Dream’s girth still viciously pounding into him, stretching him beyond his limit. It felt like his organs were being rearranged.
“Y’know… I’m sad I lost all that progress with you…”, Tommy forced himself to look back and saw Dream watching him intently with a lust-filled gaze. Piercing green eyes met wet blue ones.
“But I'm sure we can find lots of new ways for you to learn.”
And that sentence shook Tommy down to the very core, as Dream continued his frenzied rut.
He couldn’t go through another exile! Tommy had barely kept his own mind together after the first, with the prison visit almost breaking him completely. He had been so proud of himself that he had managed to heal somewhat after what he had been put through. But now, with Dream’s massive girth pushing into his stomach, he wondered if he would ever be okay again.
Normally during exile, the man made sure Tommy was enjoying the experience as well, whether he wanted to or not, but here, laying atop the mewling boy, it was clear that he only sought his own pleasure, thinking he deserved it after months of torture. The training to make him dependent again would come later, right now he was focused on how thrilling it was to have Tommy under him and around his cock again.
Dream arched his back, continuing to rut wildly into Tommy. The boy had finally loosened up under his administrations and every drag of the soft walls over his throbbing dick felt heavenly, every thrust he tried to push a bit deeper and soon he felt a familiar sensation swirl in his gut.
Tommy was letting out a pathetic moan with each thrust; every time Dream’s groin rammed tightly against his ass, unwanted whimpers and pleas were leaving his mouth. He wondered where the man could possibly find the energy to fuck him with such rabid speed after such a long imprisonment. But suddenly he noticed a shift in Dream’s movements. His breaths were becoming shorter and thrusts shallower and more uncoordinated. Tommy felt desperate kisses being pressed into his neck between low ramblings about how pretty he was, and if Tommy didn’t know any better, he could almost mistake it for tenderness.
Before long the hand on his neck gripped him tighter and Tommy cried out at the force, feeling bruises form under the claws and his eyes scrunched closed as Dream sunk deeply into him a final time, moaning loudly as Tommy was pumped full of the man’s cum. Tommy felt it gush deep into him and it felt like it would never end, soon feeling impossibly full as all of Dream’s pent-up weeks in prison were fucked into him.
Dream made sure to stay sheathed inside as he came down from his intense orgasm, every now and again jerking his hips down to make sure every last drop was buried deep inside the boy, enjoying the sounds of shallow whimpers beneath him.
He slowly released his grip around Tommy’s throat and pulled his upper body up, sighing in satisfaction as he looked at the trembling body, disheveled and dirty from their rough session. He pulled his hips up and slid out of the boy, pushing himself onto his knees, watching blood and cum drip out of his thrashed hole onto the ground and Dream grinned at the sight. He pulled Tommy’s shorts back up, uncaring of the mess he made and tucked his own cock away.
The boy had gone completely motionless, and Dream feared he might have blacked out, so he gripped him roughly by the shoulder, pulling Tommy onto his back and marveled at the sight under him. Eyes half-lidded and unfocused with an obvious tent straining his shorts, Dream almost felt ready to go for another round.
The man leaned over the boy, smiling with a dark look covering his face. He placed one hand next to Tommy’s head and with the other pushed his palm into the boy’s neglected groin, hearing him hiss at the sudden contact.
“And what do you say, Tommy?” Dream’s hand was caressing the bulge, palming it ever so leisurely and the boy started pushing his hips up trying to get closer.
“Th-“ Tommy tried to force the words out, when suddenly a defeated sigh left his lips, and he looked into Dream’s eyes with a sad gaze. “Thank you. For fucking me, Dream.”
And Dream’s heart was pumping faster in pure delight at the words. Maybe the training he put the boy through had left a more deep-seated impression than he anticipated. A fond hum could be heard from the man, as he sped up his hand, hearing Tommy force out a shuddering breath. “Good boy.”
“Plea- hah- please… Dream…” and suddenly Tommy slung his arms around Dream’s neck and pushed his lips against the man’s own, moving them against his with a desperate speed. Dream’s eyes shot open wide with shock, but soon he felt himself melting into the kiss. Tommy slowly parted his lips in invitation and hungrily the man started to push his tongue into Tommy’s mouth, tasting the boy as much as he could. Dream hummed in satisfaction as he rolled his tongue against the other.
But he should have been watching Tommy’s hands.
Without warning Tommy pushed himself away and the deafening sound of shattering glass was heard as a potion bottle was smashed against the side of Dream’s head, The man loudly shouted out in pain, pulling his hands over his eyes, trying to protect them from the glass and liquid seeping over his face.
While distracting him with the kiss, Tommy had managed to deftly remove the clasp on one of Dream’s pouches, pulling out two potions which he promptly used to his advantage.
As Dream grunted at the pain, Tommy immediately pulled himself from the man’s grip, pushing himself onto his feet despite the pain. Instantly he cracked his leg against Dream’s face, making him fall backwards with a cry. Without a moment of hesitation Tommy immediately started to book it as fast as his trembling legs could carry him.
Dream was slowly starting to shake the disorientation from his mind, forcing his eyes to focus, but a deep hot anger was burning through his veins. He pulled himself up immediately, placing his hands around the handle of the axe of peace and prying it roughly out of the ground.
He saw Tommy’s figure a good distance off, chugging down a potion as he ran. Dream’s hand quickly found itself over his pouches along his belt, feeling one having been opened. He found he was now down a potion of fire resistance, and also a potion of healing. He could probably guess which one the boy had taken with him, as Tommy dropped the glass to the ground in the distance, suddenly running faster with newfound energy. Dream darkly chuckled to himself before throwing his head back in a full laugh. He did love a good hunt and it had been so long since he had so much fun.
“TOMMY!!”
The boy heard a thundering voice behind him shout, exhilaration and madness in his tone, before he heard the crashes of loud footfalls as the man immediately gave chase. Adrenalin was pumping through his body, heart hammering in his ears and Tommy ran like he had never ran before.