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"Hello, I'm Dream, Sap-" Dream began when the door swung open and he was grabbed by the front of the shirt and pulled inside. He let out a surprised yelp, stumbling forward into the chest of someone he didn't know. It was dark other than some candles lit around the room. The other's scent hit him in the face like a soft cloud. It smelled like the blueberries and mint he picked near the river and the floral scent of roses from the old greenhouse. The scent made him want to press his face against their chest and stay there but he forced himself not to. "What are you-"

"You're the guard dog I was told about? You're quite small... and short. Someone like you could never be a good guard dog. Maybe a lap dog at the most. You were also easily captured. I could snap your neck right now if I wanted to... but I won't." He cut him off, holding Dream tightly against him. The blond blinked a few times, knowing the man was right, he felt like he already failed. Slowly he was let go of and he could finally see the other's face, his heart skipped a beat when he was met with a smirk and dark eyes burning into his own. The other thing he noticed was the accent, he knew it was British, there wasn't many people around anymore that had accents.

"Uh, hi... I'm Dream. S-Sapnap set this up for me..." Dream stuttered out, blushing profusely as he bowed his head in greeting.

"Oh yes, Sapnap said he had someone that would fit the job perfectly. That someone being you I suppose." He hummed, circling him slowly. Dream nodded, nervously fiddling with his hands, waiting for an order or really anything. This man could get him killed in seconds, he knew he had to play whatever games he wanted. Sapnap gave him some good pointers on how to win the other over, he really needed the job after all. The man stopped in front of Dream and leaned down to his height. Dream slowly tilted his head up to meet his gaze.

"Are you sure you want the job?" He hummed, tapping the blond's nose lightly causing him to flinch every single time.

"Yes?" Dream said and the other grinned as he grabbed the front of his shirt again and pull him along. Dream stumbled, hoping he wouldn't trip on anything since the room was so dark. Before he could do or say anything his shirt was being pulled over his head and thrown to the ground. Then he was pushed onto the bed, landing face first into the soft pillows. "I don't really-" His voice muffled as he panicked, trying to push himself up but his arms were grabbed and he was handcuffed to a bar on the wall. "Why did you handcuff me?" Unfortunately the other didn't answer.

No matter what he did he couldn't stop trembling. He felt the other sitting behind him, tapping down his spine. His cheeks burned as he tried to look over his shoulder. His breath trapped in his throat until the other moved away from him. Finally he could breathe without feeling like he was suffocating on the other's scent. The scent he felt welcomed him with open arms the second he was pulled into the room only moments ago.

"You're going to do as I say?" He asked as he moved around the room silently. It unsettled Dream deeply when his sensitive hearing couldn't pick up on the man's movements at all. The blond's neck strained as he tried to keep his eyes on him from this position.

"I... yes?" Dream mumbled, trying to keep himself composed. He could break out of the handcuffs easily, try to run away, but he knew he wouldn't win. The man had hundreds of guards around the mansion. The second he did anything wrong they would all be on him in seconds. He could fight back, run, but they would catch up to him eventually. The Brit chuckled lightly as he shook his head, running a hand throwing his own hair so he could properly look the blond over.

"Call me the proper name." He ordered and Dream fumbled, not knowing what to call him. He only knew the man's nicknames. He didn't know his name, let alone the man's... proper name? "I'm waiting."

"The Reaper?" Dream said, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited to see if he got it right.

"Nope. How about we start with ten?" He asked, turning away from the bed to look through a wooden box. The blond tilted his head to the side in confusion. He didn't know what the other meant by ten, ten what? His curiosity getting the better of him as he tried to crane his neck to see what was in the box.

"Why do you ask when we both know you'll do what you want anyways?" The blond shot back as he tried to regain some control over the situation but it only caused the other to chuckle more.

"You're really no fun, you know that? The safe word is solar. Say it and all of this stops and you may leave." The Brit said as he pulled out the paddle he wanted. Dream's eyes widened, trying not to show how panicked he really was. His whole body tense as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. His mouth filled with the bitter metallic taste that had his stomach turning. All he could hear was the drumming of his heartbeat in his ears. The other pulled his pants and boxers off of him in one motion, his lips moved but Dream couldn't focus enough to make out what he was saying.

"F-fuck!" The first hit made Dream's body jolt forward in shock as the hot white pain seared through his backside. It snapped him back into reality. "W-wait. What are you-"

"So, I haven't lost you yet. Nine more to go." The other man smiled, running his palm over the bright red spot on the other's ass. "When I get to the last three you better count them."

The next hit came and Dream cried out again, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. His face hot with shame and embarrassment, another hit had his back arching. One after another came, the paddling getting more forceful, some hit the same spot. The sharp sting finally made his tears fall as he pulled on the restraints. Confusion and shock muddling his brain, another feeling started to creep up that felt new to him. He hadn't been prepared for any of this at all. The other watched with a smirk.

"The last three, baby doll, you know what to do." He said and Dream whimpered, counting them out with a shaken voice. "Good boy. Seems that your punishment wasn't really a punishment."

"W-what are you e-even saying?" Dream mumbled, rubbing his face on the sheets to wipe the tears away.

"You've been rock hard ever since the fifth hit. You got the sheets all messy too." He grinned, gripping Dream between his legs. The blond moaned in surprise, trying to clamp his thighs shut but George pushing down on the newly formed bruises making him fall forward again and keep his legs open.

Why do I feel this way?! What is this feeling?! What is wrong with me?! Oh my god this is so embarrassing! Was this the job Sapnap was talking about? That bastard didn't tell me this would happen!

"I-I don't... this is-" Dream panted, tugging on his restrains more until his wrists burned, his thoughts going all over the place. His body too overwhelmed with this new feeling he was too weak to break free. George jerked him off fast, running his thumb ofer the tip several times. "S-stop, i-it feels weird. If you k-keep doing that..." He whimpered before letting out a loud moan when the Brit slapped his ass.

"Such a pain slut. You're gonna come for me as a reward for taking your paddling so well." The Brit said, rubbing his dick against the heated skin of Dream's ass, gripping his thigh harshly to keep them spread. Dream moaned again, pressing his face into the sheets to hide his tears and the embarrassing sounds ripped from his throat. He kept jerking him off, his front pressed against Dream's back as he slid his fingers into the others mouth. Dream gagged when they were shoved down his throat, drool coating the slim digits. Before he could bite down they were being pulling out of his mouth.

He rubbed one of his slick fingers against Dream's hole, pressing it in slowly. The blond whimpered, not knowing what to focus on as the other kept at it. His eyes rolled back into his head as he came into his hand and the sheets, body spasming as he went limp, sliding until he was fully flat against the bed. Cringing internally about getting his cum all over his front but he was too overwhelmed to really care.

"We're just getting started, baby." The Brit said and easily flipped him over onto his back. Dream let out a surprised yelp as his ass landed on the other's thighs. The position made his legs spread on either side of the other, his arms awkwardly crossed above him.

"N-no more." Dream panted, chest rising and falling rapidly as the other lightly swirled his middle finger over his hole.

"You haven't said the safe word yet." He teased as his finger slid into Dream. His body soft and pliant from coming once already. Dream bit his lip as he looked away, hiding behind his arms. He already knew what it meant if he used the safe word. He wouldn't get paid, he wouldn't be offered the job, he would be kicked out on the streets again. He couldn't believe he let Sapnap talk him into this. The Texan hadn't told him everything the job would entail other than basically being a guard dog for one of the most powerful men in the country. Sapnap only gave him the basics like his guard duties and how the other liked having someone who talked back some. Dream could definitely be defiant and sassy, he wasn't known for holding his tongue but now... he never could've thought it would end up like this. Being punished for not calling the other by the proper name? He didn't know the man's proper name! But now he was getting... rewarded? After taking the punishment well?

Dream had almost forgot there was a finger in him until another was being pushed in next to it, snapping him out of his thoughts. His eyes locked with the Brit's who grinned down at him in amusement, wiggling his fingers some. Dream blushed more if that was possible and looked away. Two fingers turned into three as he began to spread them out. Rubbing them along his walls, like he was searching for something. The blond's face scrunched up as he tried not to show that he was in pain, dick half hard lying against his stomach in the mess he had made. He was at a loss for words, everything was happening too fast. The safe word was in the tip of his tongue but he didn't say it, he wouldn't until he had to. He had been through worse before, this pain was bearable, it wasn't torture, the same feeling was still warming his insides and lower stomach. Like a rope was being pulled taut, ready to snap.

"Why are you making that face?" He teased, pumping his fingers in and out of him at a quick pace. Dream moaned loudly against his arm as his back arched off the bed when a spot inside of him was touched. "Oh, right there? You've never touched this have you?" The Brit rubbed the spot harder and watched the other's hips try to push back against his fingers. Dream's legs locking around George's waist as he came for a second time, getting cum all over his stomach and chest.

"W-what was that?" Dream panted after a long moment of silence. He was shocked at whatever he had just done but he was even more shocked about what he just felt. The pleasure was so intense he thought he was going to pass out. His body trembling and his legs felt like jello, heart hammering in his chest, brain melted. He did something like that with a man, something he had been told only married couples do! At least that's what he thought that was. He did that with a man that could easily have him killed in seconds! He didn't even know his name.

"It was your test." He said as he leaned forward. Dream squeezed his eyes shut as the other leaned over him. His restraints were undone and his arms fell against him. He rubbed his wrists some, wincing at the sting. Perfect circles wrapped around both wrists, red and bruised. The Brit thought it suited the blond well.

"A-a test?" Dream asked, not daring to move more without permission. Messing up got him into this mess in the first place and he didn't know if he wanted to go through it again.

"You passed. Gather your things." The other ordered, leaning back against the headboard. Dream looked at him in confusion before finally getting himself going. He shakily got out of bed, forcing himself to move and focus on not falling over. His ass was sore but the adrenaline from it all was helping at least. He gathered his clothes that had been scattered about the room. Pulling his pants and shirt on he glanced at the other man again. He could feel the other's eyes burning a hole through his entire being, watching his every move. He tried to ignore the feeling of his clothes sticking to him and being watched as he waited for his next command. "You're cute and I like your bite. Come back before the sun rises tomorrow."

"I-I... got the job?" Dream asked in shock, still in a daze.

"Don't make me repeat myself, pup. Ask your friend what my proper name is when you see him. My maid will pay you. She's at the end of the hall." George said and Dream nodded, hair hiding his face and blush before bowing his head in thanks then scurried out of there. He was limping very obviously to the other and it made him chuckle softly. He shook his head as he watched the other go and once his bedroom door was shut he leaned against the headboard and let out a sigh. He glanced down at the bulge in his pants and rung the service bell next to his bed. Moments later someone knocked on the door and stepped in.

"How may I be of survive, Sir?" He asked, head bowed as he waited for his orders.

"You know what to do." George said absentmindedly. The man nodded as he crawled onto the bed and settled between his legs. He pulled the Brit's pants down and got to work.

In the hall Dream leaned against the wall as he caught his breath. So many questions bounced around in his head. He didn't know what any of that was. Shame overcame him as he tried to understand his emotions and how he felt about it all. It wasn't all bad feelings, it was good, whatever they did do together.

"What even was that..." He mumbled to himself.

His ears were still ringing and sweat was making his hair stick to his face. Getting his legs to move forward was also a struggle as he wobbled his way down the hall. He spotted several maids and looked around nervously until one beckoned him over. He straightened his back and walked over to her before bowing his head.

"This is your payment." She said and handed him a small velvet pouch. The weight from the coins in it made Dream's heart beat faster again as he nodded in thanks and got out of the mansion as fast as possible. He didn't take his time looking around like he really wanted to when he came in. In that moment all he wanted to do was be in his own bed and sleep for years. He also needed to talk to Sapnap and chew him out for not telling him that would happen.

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"Dream? You in there?" Sapnap knocked lightly on the makeshift door. He heard some shuffling as Dream peaked out. "Hey, how did it go?" He asked, glad to see Dream hasn’t gotten himself murdered by George. The brit could be ruthless at times but Sapnap was sure he wouldn't have hurt Dream. If he thoughts his friend would be killed he would've never told the blond about the job. He also had a history with George that went pretty far back so he knew the other well. Out of many people that came into contact with the Brit he was one of the lucky ones to get to know him from him and not the scary ring leader everyone knew him as.

"I got the job." Dream said as Sapnap stepped into the small room tucked in the farthest corner of the abandoned factory. The makeshift door did a good job and making it seem like there wasn't a room behind it. That's why Dream picked this place, he felt safe there, and he didn't have anywhere else to go. The blond went back to where he had been sleeping and sat on the blankets. Sapnap leaned against the wall as he lit a cigarette.

"I knew he would hire you." Sapnap grinned as he blew smoke into the air. "He paid you, right? I made sure that you got a good price. Sometimes he doesn't like paying right away."

"He paid me a lot... I've never had so much money at once before. He did those other things too. The stuff you forgot to mention I believe." Dream yawned, tucking his knees up to his chest. Sapnap gave him a questioning look before his eyes went wide.

"Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that?" Sapnap snickered, the blond rolled his eyes. "Did you enjoy it at least?" Dream's silence was an outstanding yes as his cheeks went red. "You did! Wonderful. That'll be your job too, make sure no one kills him and you get paid in many ways." Sapnap winked.

"So that's what you mentioned you do with people you see?" Dream asked making his friend snort.

"Yeah, dude, sex, it's like one of the best things ever." Sapnap said and Dream nodded along, still clueless about anything other than what he did with his new boss.

"What's his proper name anyways? He asked me if I knew it." Dream said, leaning back against the wall as he relaxed. "I kind of got in trouble for not knowing."

"Oh shit, I forgot to tell you that too. It's George." Sapnap said, giving Dream an apologetic grin.

"George..." Dream mumbled to himself. He liked the name, not many people called themselves by name. Normally it was a nickname like what he called his friend or what people referred to him as. No one knew his real name, not even Sapnap. That's how it had always been for Dream, make up a nickname and live with it for the rest of your life. No one needed to know real names anymore, there wasn't a point to them anyways.

"I better get going before it gets dark out. Talk to you later, dude." Sapnap said as he dropped his cigarette and stepped on it with his boot.

"See ya." Dream said as he watched Sapnap leave, the other put the wood panel back where it needed to go. He laid there and stared at the cement ceiling, thinking about what had happened hours ago. He had been able to sleep some after what George and him did thankfully so he didn't feel that sore anymore. He would have to be up early to get to the mansion on time. Out of all the jobs Dream had tried to get it surprised him he ended up with this one. All the training he had been doing all his life would finally pay off.

The thought of George doing those things to him again made his stomach turn anxiously. It made him feel scared even though it all felt good for the most part. He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. He was a guard dog now. He needed to do his job and do it good so his boss kept him around. The money really helped too. He could finally eat properly and maybe save up enough to get a better blanket. "George..." The name slipped past his lips in a soft sigh as he fell asleep once more.
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Dream shifted from foot to foot as he stood outside the door the maid led him to. The same door he had went into yesterday. He had gotten there before the sun came up just like George asked. All the possibilities of what today had in store for him raced around in his head as he gently knocked on the door and waited.

"I'm coming..." George said faintly as Dream listened to the other rustle around and then finally open the door, gesturing for him to come inside. Dream gave him a sheepish smile as he went in. The room was just how it was yesterday except only one candle was lit near the bed. "You're right on time, puppy." George hummed as he circled Dream slowly. "Are you hungry?"

"Oh uh... a little." Dream admitted, surprised the other would ask him that. Was it that obvious he hadn't had a proper meal in months?

"Splendid." George smiled as he went over to the bed and pulled on a rope, a soft ring chimed and seconds later someone opened the door and stepped inside.

"How may I be of service, sir?" The butler asked, staring at the floor with his head bowed the entire time.

"Fetch my puppy some food and bring me my usual." George ordered. The man nodded and left in a rush. Dream watched in amazement, wondering what it felt like to have people do anything you asked of them. His attention went back to George who lit a few more candles before sitting on his massive bed. "Come.”Dream did what he ordered, instantly going to George. He stood in front of the man, waiting for another ordered. "Good boy. Now, sit."

Just like that Dream sat on the ground, the praise warming him from the inside out as he tried to suppress his smile. George chucked softly as he reached down and gently ran his fingers through blond curls. Dream tried to sit still but as George kept petting him the more he wanted to nuzzle against the other's palm. That got him a tap on the nose before George cupped his face and forced his head back more. Dream blinked up at him with his big puppy dog eyes.

The Brit's grin only grew as his hand went from his cheek down to his neck. He held his hand there, watching Dream closely, wondering why the other didn't try to pull away or make his neck less vulnerable. It was a pleasant surprise when Dream tilted his head back more to give him more room.

"You really are something." George mumbled as he squeezed Dream's neck slowly until his airways were cut off completely. But still, the blond didn't move, only let his eyes slide shut as he waited to breathe again. "Interesting..." George let go of his neck as the door opened and cart was wheeled in. Dream looked over, he had heard the cart coming before it even hit the hallway but he wanted to give his boss his full attention.

"Your meal, sir." The butler said before he bowed and walked out. The smell of all the delicious food filled the room making Dream's stomach growl loudly. He blushed, hoping the other hadn't heard it but of course he did.

"Stay." He said as he stood and walked over to the cart. He picked up a big silver bowl and walked it over to Dream and sat it on the ground next to him. The bowl was filled with what looked like some sort of stew with meat and vegetables. The smells made Dream’s stomach growl again. "Eat." He commanded and Dream reached out to move the bowl closer but George swiftly blocked his hand with his foot. "Dogs don't use their hands to eat."

"Sorry, sir..." Dream mumbled, clasping his hands in his lap as he waited. George scooted the bowl closer to him and gestured for him to eat once more. Dream got the idea and leaned down, eating without his hands. To any normal person the task would've been extremely embarrassing but Dream didn't mind one bit. The food tasted amazing, better than anything he had ever had in his life. He was grateful to be fed and do whatever made George happy if it meant he could eat.

"Good boy." That made the blond smile happy as he ate. George went to the small table and ate his food, occasionally watching Dream eat until he had licked the bowl clean. His face covered in sauce and little bits of vegetables. The Brit patted his leg and looked at him expectedly. Dream went to stand when George raised an eyebrow which made him stop and go back to his knees. Slowly he crawled the very short distance over and George gave a small nod meaning Dream had did what he wanted. "You learn quickly. Sit up." Again Dream did what he was told and sat on his knees.

George cupped his face and used a napkin to gently wipe the food away. Once he was satisfied he let go and went back to eating his own meal. Dream sat there patiently, waiting and listening. He could hear some workers just down the hall cleaning, some birds chirping outside the covered windows, the breeze. He wondered what else he would do today. Getting fed wasn't something he thought would happen. He couldn't remember the last time his stomach was full.

"We have to get you new clothes." George said as he stood, walking around Dream and over to the rope. He gave it a ring and moments later two maids came in and cleaned up the plates. They glanced at Dream a few times as they worked around him and wheeled the cart away. “You may stand, come with me." George said as he walked out of the room. Dream got up and followed, looking around curiously as he was brought through the mansion and to a large open room. "You two, get his measurements and make him new clothes. Make sure you make a warm sweater too.” George said as he pointed at workers who nodded as they rushed over. Dream went rigid as he stood still, letting them measure him.

"Hold your arms out." The worker instructed and Dream did so, shivering when they wrapped the measuring tape around his waist. George was on the other side of the room looking through fabrics. He pulled out a few, most of them were a nice green color while the rest were black.

Once they had his measurements they went to the table with the fabrics laid out and got to work making clothes for him. Everything amazed Dream as he watched, trying not to show how excited he felt to clothes made for him right before his eyes.

"Dream, come here." George called, sprawled out on a lounge chair. Dream smiled as he went over, if he had a tail it would be wagging. The Brit smiled in amusement as he pulled the blond on top of him. "Sit here."

"A-are you sure?" Dream asked awkwardly, letting George move him around as he pleased.

"Would you rather sit on the floor?" George shot back and Dream shut his mouth. "That's what I thought. Just relax." He hummed sitting the blond between his legs facing away from him. Dream tried to arch his back so they weren't touching but George was having none of that and pulled him close by the waist. He held the other tightly with one hand and petted over his head with the other. "You really are a good lap dog. Your hair is so soft."

Dream blushed, letting himself relax slowly as he tried to ignore the workers glancing at them. George hand's began to wander over his sides and then his chest and stomach. He shifted slightly but it ended up in him pressing back against the other's front more. George grinned as he slipped his hands under Dream's shirt and grabbed his chest, kneading the flesh there.

"O-oh." Dream whimpered softly, feeling that same feeling he had last time George touched him like this. The Brit pinched his nipples lightly, rolling them between his thumb and pointer fingers. The sounds Dream made only spired him on more. Leaning forward he kissed his neck, loving how he shivered and tilted his head to the side. It made George want to devour Dream all at once, leave nothing left, take anything and everything from him.

"You're so responsive. I like it. How about you be a good puppy and get on your hands and knees for me?" George mumbled against his neck, biting down at where his neck met his shoulder. The blond let out a shaken breath as he nodded, wondering what was going to happen.

Dream got into the position George wanted him in and blushed dark red when his ass was grabbed. He didn’t know what to do with himself as his nails dug into the leather of the chair. His pants were then yanked down making him look over his shoulder.

“S-sir, there’s people around… I-i should-.” Dream was cut off as George’s hand came down on his ass in warning. He bit his tongue to suppress a moan, his eyes sliding shut as he hoped the two workers weren’t looking at him. George grinned as he squeezed him, liking how warm the other felt and he held him open.

“You should be stretched out some from yesterday but just to be safe…” George mumbled. Dream was about to ask what he meant when he felt something wet prodding at his hole. He jumped forward slightly and hung his head, as he got a glimpse of George between his legs. A finger slowly sunk into him and then a second. Dream’s arms shook as he struggled to keep himself upright. “You can relax, pup, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt too bad.”

Dream didn’t know what that meant as he trembled, his face was on fire as his eyes drifted to the workers who were definitely watching. He wanted to hide away, he didn’t want them to see him like this. George chuckled as Dream tightened around his fingers and his dick twitched as it got harder. He noticed the blond looking at something and followed his gaze to the workers.

“You like it when people watch?” George teased, stretched him out more.

“N-no, I-I’m just… this… this is embarrassing…” Dream panted as his arms lowered himself down and he hid his face in his arms. His nipples kept rubbing against the cold leather of the chair making it impossible to stop moaning.

“Don’t focus on them, focus on me. You’re already dripping, how cute.” The Brit emphasized this by pressed on Dream’s prostate and watch the blond come just from that. “I barely even touched you and you came.” He kept rubbing the small bundle of nerve into the other’s hips stopped twitched and he tried to pull away. George took his fingers out and pulled Dream back against his chest. When Dream sat the cold leather on his ass felt nice after being smacked so hard he was sure there was a red handprint there.

“C-can I pull my pants up?” Dream asked softly, voice shaken as he panted. George could feel how fast his heartbeat was, Dream was just too amusing.

“No.” George said and grabbed his half hard cock, jerking him off. He leaned forward and watched over Dream’s shoulder. The blond whimpered from being overstimulated, his hips twitching with each stroke. “You can come again, I know you can.” George hummed, pressing his thumb down over his slit.

“I-I c-can’t.” Dream panted, tears welling up in his eyes as his stomach muscles tightened. His legs tried to close but George wrapped his hand around Dream’s throat. He felt light headed already and this wasn’t helping. His head rested against George’s chest as his legs fell open, his lungs screaming for air as it was cut off.

“That’s it…” George said, his voice sounding far away as Dream looked up at him, his eyes slowly rolling back as he came so hard his vision went black around the edges and his ears were ringing. Cum covered his lower stomach now. “Good boy, see, I knew you could do it.” He slowly dragged his fingers through the cum before shoving them in the blond’s mouth. Dream winkled his nose at the taste. It was different, definitely not a great taste but cleaned his boss’s fingers off anyways. He wanted to be a good boy for him and getting praised was something really enjoyed.”Good boy. How about you return the favor?”

“Return the favor?” Dream mumbled, still out of it as he looked back at George.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” George grinned.

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George snapped his fingers and just like that both workers left in a flash. They shut the door behind them leaving Dream and George alone in the big room. The blond stared at him with wide eyes, curious about what the other wanted him to do. He just wanted George to be happy with what he did.  The Brit stood and undid his pants, letting them fall. His eyes went straight to George's crotch in amazement.

"Like what you see?" George teased, amused at how red Dream's face got. The blond looked away and fidgeted, his lack of pants on himself forgotten. "Look at me and open your mouth." George ordered and Dream hesitated for only a second before doing it. George stepped closer, running a hand through Dream's hair before grabbing it tightly. "Don't use teeth, got it?"

The blond nodded as he stared at up George and slightly panicked when the other pushed into his mouth. The other's dick was big, longer and thicker than his own. It made him feel embarrassed about himself but those thoughts faded as George thrusted in and hit the back of his throat. Dream let out a gurgled cough, trying to swallow around him in hopes of not being sent into a coughing fit.

"What's wrong? Can't breathe?" George chuckled as he fucked into his mouth without warning. Tears slid down Dream's face as he forced himself to endure it all. His lungs screamed for air as he took in small breathes through his nose when George pulled out for a second before plunging back in. His scalp hurt where his hair was being pulled, his stomach turned anxiously. The taste wasn't bad, it was new and unfamiliar... "Fuck, it's like you were made for this. Suck harder. Use your tongue."

Dream whimpered, trying to do as he was told. He gripped onto the other's thighs to try and ground himself. He could barely see George's face because of all the tears. Sucking harder George grunted as he came down his throat and stayed there before pulling out. Dream coughed and spluttered, cum dripping out of his mouth and down his chin. He rubbed his eyes and then cleaned his chin off. Taking in some shaken breaths as he coughed he glanced up at George who had pulled his pants back up and looked down at him with a grin before moving his foot over Dream's dick. The blond whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks burning in shame.

"You were crying and choking but you still got hard? You're a greedy little pup." George purred. "You just can't get enough can you?"

"I-I'm sorry, sir..." Dream mumbled, his voice sounded rough and his throat hurt.

"Don't be, you can take care of it yourself." The Brit said as he sat back on his lounge chair and stared at him expectantly. Dream's eyes went wide as he looked down at himself and then at George who gestured for him to do something. The blond blinked several times as he thought about what George had done for him and bit his lip as he sat back on his knees causing his shirt to move away from his dick. Slowly he wrapped his hand around it and moved it up and down. A soft moan left his lips as he tried to remember everything the other did. It felt good what ever he was doing at least. "Do it faster and look at me." George ordered.

Dream blushed and looked up, trying to keep his eyes open as he jerked off. He was clumsy and uncoordinated but it felt good, he was way too sensitive but his body wanted more. He never had this feeling before, this new, confusing feeling. He tightened his hand but he just couldn't get the rhythm right. His face showed his frustration and George watched every second of it with delight. The other had completely forgotten to look at him so George took the opportunity to kneel down in front of him. When Dream looked back up he looked scared and stopped what he was doing.

"You really don't know how to do this, do you?" George said as he swatted Dream's hand away.

"I... I've never done this." Dream admitted, about to say more but the other had a tight grip around his cock and everything else suddenly didn't matter as he moaned. He finally felt the relief he wanted as his hips twitched. "G-George..." He panted, their eyes met and then he came a third time that day. His whole body went limp as he slumped against George who surprisingly didn't push him away. Instead he scooped the other up easily and carried him out of the room. "I-I can... walk, sir." Dream mumbled softly, really out of it. George didn't respond so the blond pressed his face against the other's warm, broad chest and breathed in. The scent of vanilla filled his nose making him feel so tired as his eyes slid shut.
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The wind howled outside making Dream flinch as he woke up. His eyes opened and he started at a wall. His fingers slowly ran over the soft fabric of the blankets. This wasn't his room, these aren't his blankets. He shifted slightly and frowned more when he felt fabric on his legs that definitely weren't his pants.

Slowly sitting up he looked around the dark room. A single candle was lit on a table that was far from the bed. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the art on the walls, the four tall posts on each corner of the bed holding up some fabric. He wondered why the bed had a ceiling when it was inside. Pushing the blankets back he stared at the silk clothes he wore. He recognized the fabric that George had picked out earlier.

All of his scenes came back to him as he remembered what happened. He couldn't believe he fell asleep in his master's arms. His eyes went wide with confusion trying to understand why he would call George his master. He didn't have a master... did he? Sighing he slowly got out of bed and padded over to the door and tried to open it but the handle wouldn't budge.

"Weird..." Dream mumbled as he forced the handle to move. Metal bent under the force as it moved then snapped and the door opened. He walked around, looking for the hallways he knew but the longer he walked the more lost he got. He had no idea where he was in the mansion. Nothing looked familiar at all and the wind howling outside gave him anxiety. He chewed on his lip as his legs moved faster, going down countless hallways until finally he gave up. The mansion was like a maze.

A door sat ajar leaking from the room a glow of a fire. Dream sniffed the air, it had a soft smoky smell. He shuffled over and peaked in. The walls were lined with books from floor to ceiling. He had never seen so many books in one place in his life. There had to be thousands in the room as he walked in, spinning to look at it all. When he was done admiring the books he turned his attention to the fireplace. The fire crackled  softly and gave the room a nice warm feeling.

"Who let you out of your cage, pup?" George's voice echoed through the room. Dream flinched as he looked around then spotted George at a large desk.

"I did." Dream said, it was instinctual to get himself out of locked rooms. He didn't like them and made him feel vulnerable. Being locked in a room was something he tried to avoid at all costs.

"You did?" George asked, tapping his finger on the desk. Dream nodded, and George chuckled. "What are you doing walking around?"

"I was looking for you..." Dream admitted. He wanted to be of use to his mas-boss. He was a guard dog after all. George bursted into laughter that echoed through the room.

"Puppy was looking for his master?" George purred as he stood. Dream nodded as he fidgeted with the sleeve of the shirt he wore. "I see. How do you like the new pajamas?" George asked as he stood in front of him and ran his finger tips over the silk on his chest.

"They're comfortable... and I like how they feel." Dream said softly, blushing as he stood still.

“Good.” George hummed as he straightened his back and walked over to his desk once more. “Come.” He said and Dream followed, standing next to George. The other pointed to the ground and Dream dropped to his knees and waited. “Good pup.” George began to write whatever he had been writing before and pretended to ignore Dream who sat next to him silently and looked around the room more from his spot.

George worked for another hour, not once looking over at Dream who didn’t move other than look around for the first half hour. Then his eyes were trained up at George, watching the man’s arm move as he wrote. He wondered what the other was writing so late at night. Everything seemed to melt away, any space outside of this room didn’t exist. Dream yawned softly as he sat there, he didn’t care how long he had been sitting on his knees for or how quiet the room was. The warmth from the fire and the soft sounds of writing made him relax.

The man felt something touch the side of his thigh causing him to pause his writing and finally look down. He chuckled softly when he realized the other had fallen asleep next to him, his cheek pressed against his thigh. It was the only thing holding him upright. Smiling in amusement he reached down and carded his fingers through his curls and brushed them away from his face.

“You really are something.” George mumbled and continued to pet the other. “You remind me of the dog I once had… he had gold fur… so soft just like your hair…” He shook his head went back to writing as played with Dream’s hair.

The sun rose slowly, light seeping through the curtains. George pushed his work away and leaned back in his chair. Yet another night he couldn’t sleep, he wanted to be jealous of Dream sleeping so soundly against his thigh but it didn’t come. He glanced down at the other who nuzzled his cheek against him and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips again. Letting out a sigh he nudged the other and watched Dream wake up. He looked confused as he raised his head and looked up at George.

“Did you sleep well?” George asked as he stood and walked over to the door.

“Yes, sir, I did.” Dream nodded his head as he got up, his legs hurt from being in that position for so long. George nodded as he left, going down the hall. He listened to Dream following him all the way back to the blond’s room. He stopped and turned to the other who stopped as well.

“Change and meet me in the dining room.” He said as he stared at the broken door handle and then left. Dream opened his mouth but he was too late as George turned the corner and was out of sighed. He went into his room and noticed the bed already made and some clothes laid out for him. He changed his pants and then grabbed the new sweater when someone fell to the ground. He frowned as he picked it up and helped it. The material was smooth and smelled interesting. A gold metal plate was attached to the side, his name stamped into the metal. Right below his name were three words.

“Property of George…” Dream read it out loud and then realized that it was a dog collar. He wasn’t sure if he should put it on or not. George had told him to change, he didn’t say into what. He touched the metal buckle and slowly put it around his neck, making sure it wasn’t too tight. Once it was on the leather began to slowly warm against his skin. He touched the collar, moving it around some as he tried to get used to it.

Maids and butlers hurried about as Dream walked down the halls. Most of the cleaning while others stopped to watch him pass. He didn’t like so many eyes on him at once.

“Is that him?” A maid whispered to the other next to her.

“Yeah, boss got a new one.” She replied. Dream frowned as he listened and stopped.

“A new what?” He asked, both of them rushed off in a hurry leaving him there. “Wait, I…” Dream trailed off since they were already gone.

“There he is.” George said, sat at the head of the long table. Dream stood in the doorway awkwardly, subconsciously touching the collar as he went to George. The Brit grinned as he hooked his fingers in it and pulled Dream closer so he could look at it. “You found my gift. Black and gold was a perfect choice. Now if you get lost everyone will know to bring you back to me. Never take it off unless you bathe. Got it, pup?” George said as he twisted his fingers, making the collar tighten around his neck.

“Yes, sir.” Dream said softly, their faces were so close he felt George’s breath fan over his face. George let go of his collar and pointed at the ground. The blond instantly went down, feeling oddly calm as he waited. Before he even came into the room he knew there were ten people lining the walls. A small bell rang and maids came in carrying their food. Like before Dream got his food in a big silver bowl that they set on the table near George next to his plate. George took the bowl and placed it in front of Dream whose mouth watered as he looked at all the eggs, meat, and toast in his bowl. He didn’t need to be told not to use his hands as he ate without them instantly.

“Good dog. You learn quickly.” George said in approval before eating his own food. Occasionally he would glance over at the blond who ate everything and licked his bowl clean in record time. Once done he sat back on his knees. A maid came over and took the bowl, giving him a disgusted look. Dream frowned as he moved away. He had been trying to ignore all the workers in the room with them silently standing there waiting to be told what to do. Since he wasn’t eating anymore he looked around and noticed a lot of them were staring at him with the same look the maid had. He moved closer to George until he was pressed against the other’s leg thinking it was the table and not George.

The Brit’s hand dropped down to pet his head making him jump slightly. He didn’t move his hand away and kept petting until Dream relaxed some. The eyes on him still made him feel uncomfortable thought even if the soothing hand running through his hair felt nice. He tried to focus on only George but there was so many people in the room he couldn’t not focus on them too. Plates were cleared from the table and George snapped his fingers causing all the workers to leave the room.

“We’re going out today.” George said, pushing his chair back as he stood .

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"Would you like us to accompany you, sir?" A worker asked, giving Dream a glare before smiling at George. The blond shrunk in on himself under the gaze, leaning against George's leg more.

"No, my dog is coming with me." George said as he stood. Dream went to get up when George held his hand out. "Stay." He ordered before leaving the room. Dream sighed softly as he stayed where he was and glanced at the worker who was glaring at him now.

"I don't know what he sees in you. You're too weak to properly protect him." The man spat. "You sit on the ground and let him treat you like a dog. You're nothing." He went to kick Dream when the blond slid his leg out, swiping the man's legs out from under him. The man grunted as he fell right on his ass and looked startled. Dream went back to sitting on his knees and watched the man. He moved to punch Dream now as he had a full blown meltdown. "You little bitch! I’ll fucking kill you and make-“

"Dream, come. We're leaving." George said as he walked into the room with a bag. The man froze, nearly punching the blond who was ready to block. Dream stood making him out of reach from the other and went over to his boss. George looked at the man who was getting himself off the ground. "What's this about?" George asked as he set the bag on the table.

"He attacked me!” The man lied as he tried to looked scared and hurt as he pulled himself off the ground and tried to put space between them. "I was just cleaning and he knocked me to the ground, threatened to kill me. He said he was going to kill you too.”Dream's eyes widened as he shook his head, shocked that the man would even lie about something like that when he was the one trying to kick him in the first place. He looked up at George and shook his head as he panicked.

"Is that so?" George asked as he walked to the man and put his hand on the man's shoulder. “Dream, sit.” George said and Dream went down to his knees as he fiddled with his hands nervously.

"Yes, sir. He’s planning on assassinating you.” He said and George nodded before tightening his grip and focusing the man down to his knees. The man made a pained sound as George pulled out a gun from his waist band and held it to his head. "Sir, wait, don't-" George pulled the trigger, the sound made Dream's ears ring as he watched blood splatter the wall and floor, some somehow getting on Dream’s cheek.

"Does anyone else want to lie to me?" George asked as he stood, holding his gun out. None of the workers made a sound as they looked away. "Good. Dream, come." George said and turned to the blond who was still on his knees staring at the dead body bleeding out in front of him. "Dream." George said louder making him finally look up. His eyes were wide as looked up at him. The Brit took a napkin from the table and squatted in front of him. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the gun to go off again and end him but it didn't. He flicked when the napkin rubbed over his cheek making him open his eyes. "There, all clean. Now, come." George said as he threw the napkin down, it landing on top of the body.

Dream shakily got up and followed George. None of the workers looked at him or gave him dirty looks. The Brit handed Dream the bag he was carrying before as they walked out the door and down the road. The blond stayed close behind and held the bag tightly. He really thought he was going to die and it had shaken him that George so easily killed someone. No one ever believed in the blond before so he didn’t know how to feel other than relieved he wasn’t bleeding out in the dining room too. George had slipped the gun back into the waistband of his pants but Dream couldn't stop staring at where it was. Now that he knew it was there he was hyper aware of it. George kept walking down the road until they get to the market. Anyone in the road got out of the Brit’s way and glanced at Dream curiously.

"Wait here, don't let anyone else come in." George said as he stopped in front of a little shop. He grabbed the bag from Dream and patted his head before going in. Dream stood there and waited, making sure no one even came near the building as he stared them down until they got uncomfortable and went to the other side of the road.

"Dream?" Someone called making his head whip around. "That is you, hello." Skeppy smiled happily as he came over excited.

"Hey, Skeppy." Dream nodded in greeted as he glanced at the door to the shop.

"What are you doing here? I don't think I've ever seen you at the market." Skeppy said as he looked around.

"I'm waiting for me ma-I mean, my boss to come out of the shop. I can't let anyone else in until he's done." Dream said and Skeppy nodded slowly and tilted his head.

"Why are you wearing a dog collar?" He asked as he stepped closer. Dream reached his hand up and touched the warm leather.

"I have to. My boss wants me to..." Dream mumbled as he shrunk under the other's gaze.

"Cool, it looks nice... and really expensive. I think Sap mentioned you were working for someone. That’s really cool, good job. I have to get going but if you're in the area again stop by my shop." Skeppy smiled. Dream nodded and watched the other go down the road. Dream heard someone walking on the other side of the door then it opened.

"We're leaving." George said, his expression unreadable.

"Your bag, sir?" Dream asked when he noticed the man was empty handed.

George paused for a second before walking away. Dream followed, feeling not so useful when people instantly got out of George's way the second they saw the man. The Brit walked and kept walking, Dream tailing him the entire time until the sun began to set. People who were smart wouldn't be out past dark around those parts. Being out meant you were an easy target for the gangs in the area. Dream wondered if since he was with George they would be fine. The Brit was the gang leader of the biggest group around them.

They eventually slowed down once they got to some overgrown train tracks. Dream spotted a small building not too far off down the tracks with a candle in the window. The sunset was pretty, basking everything in a soft pink glow. The blond couldn't remember the last time he was out this late let alone watch the sunset.

"When we go in there don't make a sound." George said as they reached the door. Dream nodded and George opened the door and they both walked in. Inside was a small room with a desk. At the desk sat a man with his hood up. His face cast in shadows since the candle was behind him.

"Hello, boss." The man said, getting up silently. Dream watched him closely, trying to get a glimpse of his face.

"Hello, Badboyhalo." George greeted as he went over to the man.

"I took care of the bodies. They won't be coming back to bother you. You know you don’t have to use my whole name." The man said, his eyes darting to Dream who stepped closer to George's side. "Who is this?"

"This is my dog." George said dismissively.

"Dog..." The man said as he stood and circled Dream. The blond still couldn't see the other's face due to the hood, it was really bothering him. “He's the runt I'm assuming." He said and reached out towards him but Dream instantly sidestepped away from him as to not be touched. "Good reflexes at least." For a split second Dream got a glimpse of the other smirking as his blade came swinging down towards Dream's chest. The blond dodged easily, knocking the blade from his hand with a swift elbow to his arm.

Dream glared at the man, waiting for him to attack again but he didn't. George watched them with amusement as he sat at the desk. He was impressed by Dream's skill, seeing him move so easily and effectively. He disarmed his opponent before he could swing his knife a second time. The Brit was glad he made the blond his guard dog.

"Very good indeed. He's strong for being so small." The man said as he grabbed his knife off the ground and tucked it away in his cloak. “Good skill. Who trained you?” He asked as he leaned down and invaded Dream’s space. The blond looked at George for help.

"Leave him be. I knew you would like him. Now, back to business." George said as he pulled out books. The cloaked man went back to his desk after looking Dream over again. They began discussing whatever was in the books. Dream stood behind George as he looked around. He didn't like this place or the man, especially after almost getting stabbed by him. He was on edge the entire time making sure the other didn't try anything again.

"If we try to talk them into letting you take over you know it'll end in blood." Bad sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

"I know. They don't stand a chance against me anyways." George chuckled as he slammed the book closed. The sun was coming up and Dream's legs felt numb from standing in the same spot for so long.

"How much?" The man asked as he watched Dream closely. The blond shifted his weight to his other leg awkwardly.

"How much for?" George hummed. His eyes went from Dream and then back to the man. "He's mine."

"Everyone has a price, boss." Bad grinned. "Name it."

"I'll be back next week. Dream, come." George said dismissively as he walked out. Dream followed close behind and kept his eyes on the other until they were outside. He felt like he could finally breathe again as he stood on the tracks. "You did well." George said as they walked. Dream nodded, happy to be out of there. "You may speak now."

"Why did he want me?" Dream asked after a long moment of silence between them.

"He likes dogs." George said and Dream nodded slowly, not really understanding it but he didn't want to ask. "Dogs are hard to come by these days. Especially such well behaved ones."

Dream didn't ask anything else the walk back to the mansion. Once inside George went straight to his room. He hadn't slept in two days and needed the rest. When he got into his room he went right to his bed and laid down, staring at the wall as he willed himself to just sleep already. Then he sensed Dream standing near him still. George rolled over and gesture for him to come closer. Dream walked over and stood next to the bed.

"Yes, sir?" Dream asked, looking ready to help.

"Get in bed." George said and Dream nodded, sitting on the bed. "No, get in bed." George said and reached out, pulled Dream down against his body. Dream stiffened slightly in surprise as George wrapped his arms around him tightly. Dream didn't like that he couldn't see the other's face but as he listened to George breathe softly as he was held he relaxed. The other's grip around him didn't loosen as George closed his eyes and eventually fell asleep.

Dream laid there, relaxed and warm. He never felt this before. Where he normally slept he was always alone, curled up under the old ratty blankets he found on the streets ages ago. When he slept here for the first time it was also the first time he ever slept in a bed that he can remember at least. He wasn’t sure if he ever slept in a bed when he was younger. He wondered if he would ever be able to get his own bed one day. He liked that idea a lot. Sleeping on cement floors with a blanket between him and the floor wasn't that comfortable but he was used to it.

"I can hear you thinking." George mumbled against his neck.

"I'm sorry, sir." Dream blushed, trying not to think but then panicked because he was thinking about not thinking and he didn't want to upset George. The other fell back asleep making Dream relax again as he just focused on the other breath. He shut his eyes and fell asleep too without meaning to.

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"Dream..." George purred into his ear as he ran his hands over the blond's body. He was slightly annoyed there were clothes in the way but as the other pushed back against his chest he didn't mind so much. He grinned as he shoved his hand down the front of the other's pants and cupped him. "You better wake up now." George hummed. The blond whined softly before waking up half hard and confused. George kept jerking him off.

"W-what?" Dream said in confusion and he moaned, still pretty sleepy and out of it.

"Shhh, you just have one job, pup." George hummed, pushing Dream's pants down more with his other hand. The Brit pulled his own pants down and then gripped Dream's thighs.

"W-what job?" Dream panted, his hips twitching causing him to push his ass back against George's cock.

"Come." George grinned, pressing his thumb against his slit and kissed the back of his neck. The blond moaned as his eyes slid shut and he let himself get lost in the pleasure, wanting to do what his boss wanted from him. George jerked himself off as he watched over Dream's shoulder. The blond came hard into the other's hand. "Good boy."

"T-thank you, sir." Dream panted, glancing over at George who didn't let go of his half hard dick. Overstimulation kicked in as he squirmed, his body wanting to move away because it felt way too good. George grinned as he pressed himself between the other's thighs.

"Push them together." George ordered and began thrusting between Dream's plush thighs, using his cum to made it easier to move. He let out a shaken breath and nipped at his shoulders as he thrusted faster, rubbing against Dream's dick. "That's it... I'm gonna come..." Dream looked down between his thighs and blushed bright red when he realized how hard he was again and went to reach down to touch himself when George grabbed his wrist. "Just watch, pup. No hands."

The bed rocked as George fucked Dream's thighs until he eventually came, adding to the mess. Dream whimpered, so close again but George stopped moving and slowly pulled away. George out of bed and pulled his pants back up, smirking to himself, well aware of the state he left the other in.

"Let's go wash up. We leave in an hour." George said and walked towards a door to the side. He put his hand on the doorknob and looked back at Dream who had his shirt pulled over himself as he blushed. He was surprised the blond wasn't begging him to come again. It was way too fun teasing his new plaything.

Dream slid off the bed and followed George into the bathroom. A massive clawfoot tub in the middle of the room filled with steaming water. Dream felt out of place as he looked at all the gold covered framed art on the walls and marble floors.

"Come here." George ordered and Dream nodded as he rushed over. He had calmed down and wasn't as hard as he was before. "Undress."

Dream did as he was told and stood there naked as George go undressed as well before stepping into the tub. The Brit held his hand out to Dream who slowly took it and got in with him. The water felt nice as he sunk into it, sighing softly. He couldn't remember the last time he had an actually bath with warm water. He normally just jumped in the lake and used the free soap scarps Sapnap brought him.

George hummed softly as he grabbed a bottle and began pouring liquid into his hand before rubbing it into Dream's hair. The blond watched him with wide eyes, not sure what to do other than sit there with the water up to his shoulders. His eyes slowly slid shut because of how good it felt as George massaged the soap into his hair. He liked how it smelled too, just like George.

George rinsed it out and then began washing Dream's body from head to toe, paying special attention to his chest and dick. Dream bit his lip as he tried not to make noise. He was really enjoying being taken care of, it was new to him, and he didn't want to ruin it and get George angry with him.

"You seem worried." George finally said making Dream blush.

"I'm not..." He mumbled, his chest rising and falling faster than normal. George could tell something was on the other's mind but he couldn't help but tease him more. The Brit leaned back and pulled the other onto his lap.

"Wash my hair." He said, holding the bottle out to him. Dream took the bottle and tried to guess who much he needed then sat up some to wash George's hair. "It's like nothing bothers you." George said.

"Am I supposed to be bothered?" Dream asked as he rubbed the shampoo into George's hair in the most clumsy way imaginable.

"You just don't show much emotion other then when you blush. Any other time I can't tell how you're really feeling." George shrugged and rinsed the shampoo out as he let Dream get started watching him. "Even now when we're both naked in the bath. You just let me do what I want."

"I don't really care what you do to me... as long as I don’t die." Dream mumbled, trying to do exactly what George did when the other washed him.

"You shouldn't tell people that." The Brit said, Dream just shrugged as he kept washing him. Once done they get out and went back into George's room where two outfits were laid out on the bed. "This one is yours." George said, glancing back at Dream who was all wrapped up in a towel looking so small and adorable.

Dream nodded as he went over, dropped his towel and changed. George did the same, admiring how nice Dream looked in his new suit. The blond looked down at himself and struggled to button the shirt up so George went over and helped him.

"There... we're going into a dangerous part of the city. I'll have my guards with me but I want you by my side the entire time. Keep people that aren't with us away from me and if anyone tries anything you kill them." George said as he straightened the neck of Dream's suit.

"Yes, sir." Dream said and they went to the front of the mansion. Two carriages sat waiting for them with two large horses attached to each.

"Who would you like riding with you, sir?" A worker asked, all of them straightening their postures when they spotted George.

"Just my dog. The rest of you go in the other carriage." George said and the men all looked at each other in confusion. George turned and went up to the carriage, Dream followed him close behind and they got in. The guards looked at the blond curiously. Once George was seated the carriage jolted forward making Dream stumble a bit and sit down next to his boss. "You've never been in a carriage before." George stated as Dream shifted nervously, not looking how bouncy it felt every time they went over a bump.

"No... I've never been this close to a horse either." Dream said as he glanced out the windows.

"I have a stable with several horses. When we get back you can go see them." George said and Dream nodded, excited to see more horses. He wondered if he would ever be able to pet one or even get to ride one.

"What are you doing in the city?" Dream asked after what felt like hours had passed. In reality hours had passed of George reading his book while Dream stared out the window.

"We're going to collect money someone owes me." George grinned, setting his book down as he opened up a compartment in the carriage and pulled out a crowbar. "Once we're done with them they'll never miss a payment again." Just then the carriage stopped and one of George's men opened the door. George came out first then Dream.

The blond stared at the big buildings in amazement. He'd never been into the city before let alone see buildings this big in his life. The outside's of the buildings had plants and vines growing on the sides of them, chipping away the old brick.

"Dream." George said, poking the other's side with the crowbar.

"Yes, sir?" Dream said and George grinned.

"Take down the two guards at the desk for me." George said, pointing at the door. Dream nodded and ran up the stairs and swung the door open.

"Sir, he can't possible take down two trained men." One of George's guards said and moved to follow Dream in when George blocked him with the crowbar when he heard screaming from inside.

"He'll be fine." George said, tapping his foot as he waited. It didn't take long as Dream opened the door and stepped out, unwounded, and his face covered in blood. "There's my dog!" George said happily as he waltzed over to the blond. "Did you take care of them for me, puppy?"

"Yes, sir." Dream said softly, his eyes downcast as George ruffled his hair and went in. The guards followed as they stood in the doorway in shock at the scene before them.

"Did... did he rip their throats out?" One said in shock while another slapped a hand of his mouth to stop himself from gagging. It was one of the most gruesome scenes he'd ever been a part of. The men all backed away from Dream, looking nervous as they followed.

George walked through the pools of blood and to the stairs. His men kept their distance from Dream as he passed them all without looking at his victims or the guards. They went up many flights of stairs before ending up on the 15th floor. George kicked the door open and walked in spinning his crowbar between his fingers. His men rushed into the room and took down anyone they could find with their weapons of choice like brass knuckles, baseball bats, metal pipes, anything that was solid and would leave a mark. George stood back and watched, resting his hand on Dream's shoulder.

"This way." George hummed as he led Dream over to a door and kicked that one open too.

"Sir! We weren't expecting you!" A man sitting behind a massively long desk said in shock when George came in with a massive grin.

"I know you weren't expecting me. That's why I'm here. Pay up." George said, hitting the table with the crowbar causing the older man to jump in fear.

"A-about that, sir. We don't have it a-all but uh, we can make a trade of equal value and-" He rambled, eyes darting to Dream and then back at George.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't pay me on time." George hummed as he walked towards the man. "I told you I would come and here I am, wasting my time in this dump."

"I know, sir, I'm sorry, there was a mix up and-" He stuttered out. George slammed the crowbar on the table again silencing the man.

"Did I tell you I got a new dog?" George asked, leaning against the table as he tapped the desk slowly.

"You haven't, sir. I uh-I remember you always liked dogs." The man said, looking between them.

"I do love dogs, they're so loyal to their masters. Dream, how about you show your master how loyal you are?" George grinned and just like that Dream was on the table and sprinting at the man who yelled in fear and tried to run away from the blond but it was too late. Dream got him down in seconds and held the man by the throat in the ground.

"S-sir, please, I'll pay you! Let me go!" The man screamed. George stood over them with a grin and stepped on the man's arm, keeping it still. The man wheezed in pain as Dream squeezed harder. "N-no."

"I think I'll do three." George said, dropping the crowbar as he squatted and grabbed the man's hand.

"T-three?" The man wheezed and then screamed in pain as George broke his fingers one at a time. As promised he only did three. Dream didn't let go until George patted him on the head. The man cried in pain as he curled up wheezing and holding his injured hand.

"You have three days. If you don't have my money by then... let's just say you'll end up like your men downstairs." George said as he stood. The man nodded as George picked up his crowbar and walked out of the room. Dream followed, glancing at the man one last time. "That was a successful visit I think." George announced as he walked past everyone and straight down the stairs.

Dream glanced at the men he took down on the first floor. He didn't really remember killing them, everything leading up to it was fresh in his mind though. Killing people was part of his job now, if he had to do it he would. Shaking his head he went out to the carriage and got in. George pointed to the spot in front of him so Dream went over.

"Get on your knees." George said as he pulled out some rags from a compartment and used some water to dampen them. Dream sat on his knees between George's thighs, looking everyone but at the man. The Brit grabbed his face and held it steady, cleaning the blood off of his face and neck. They didn't speak the entire way back to the mansion and Dream didn't move from his spot. Not even after George got done cleaning the blood off his skin. He sat there and rested his forehead against George's leg, closing his eyes as the other petted his head. “You’re getting a reward when we get back.” Dream peaked up at him for the first time since they got in there. “I think you’ll really like it.”

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"Here they are." George said as he led Dream into the stables. The blond looked around in amazement, there were so many horses and they all looked so nice. "Pick whichever one you like."

"Pick one?" Dream asked, fidgeting with his sleeve.

"You want more than one? Go ahead then, pick as many as you want." George said as he went over to the stable worker who told George all about the progress of the horses. The Brit listened intently, happy to hear they were all doing well. After they had their talk George looked back at Dream who was still standing in the same spot he left him. "What's wrong?"

"I don't understand..." The blond admitted. He didn't know what George meant and he was confused.

"I'm letting you pick what horse you want." George said, tilting his head slightly. "This is your reward. Unless you want a different reward?" He grinned as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the other's body. "You were such a good boy for me today. I'll let you pick what you want. I could jerk you off again? Or I could fuck you?" Dream blushed as his ass was squeezed.

"O-oh uh... I..." Dream stumbled over his words and blushed bright red.

"I'm just teasing." George chuckled lightly before letting go of him and ruffling his hair. "You don't want a horse?"

"N-no! I... i mean. I just have never been... I don't know how to ride or... I've never even touched one before..." Dream mumbled.

"I'll teach you." George hummed. "They're all very friendly and listen well. Come here."

Dream shuffled over and looked at the horse George stood in front of. It had such pretty hair wrapped with ribbons into long braids, her coat mainly black with some white here and there. George took Dream's hand and held it out to the horse. The horse leaned forward and sniffed his hand before pressing it's snout against his palm. Dream gasped, holding his hand there as George let go.

"She likes you." The Brit said, watching Dream pet the horse.

"She does?" Dream asked.

"She does. Is that the one you want?" George asked and Dream nodded. The Brit found it very amusing Dream hadn't even looked at any of the other horses. It was cute. Dream kept petting the horse and smiled a little, George catching the way his lips curled up just a little. "I'll move her to a bigger stall. You can come see her anytime when we're home."

"Thank you, sir." Dream said, forcing his hand away from the horse, eyes bright as he stared up at the man. Dream felt the overwhelming urge to hug the other. The only person he had willingly let touch him in a while was the Brit. Dream moved a little closer, wondering if he could hug the man. George felt his chest do something weird so he turned away.

"Let's go inside." He said and heard the other hesitate.

"See you soon." Dream said to the horse before giving her one last pet and then he hurried after George. They went inside and to the dining hall. George sat, sighing as a maid poured him a drink. He drank it all in one go and was instantly poured another. Dream took his spot next to George on the floor and shifted closer towards the other, wanting to be close.

"Drink this." George said and handed him the glass. Dream slowly took it and sniffed the golden brown liquid and frowned. He didn't like the smell but as George stared down at him expectantly he took a sip and cringed, the liquid felt like it was burning his mouth but it wasn't hot at all. He panicked slightly, wanting to spit it out but the cup was George's and the only other option was on the ground but the thought of  making his boss upset made him swallow. "First time drinking whiskey?"

"Yes... I've never had anything like that before." Dream said as he tried not to cough. The liquid burned going down and even his nose burned. George chuckled as he took the glass from him and drank the rest before getting more. By the time their food came out George was four glasses in and still going strong.

Next to him Dream ate happily. He liked whatever he was eating, some sort of meat with potatoes and carrots. He felt someone staring at him the entire time he was eating so once he was done he glanced up and met the Brit's gaze. George was leaned back in his chair drinking his whiskey watching him. Dream tilted his head to the side, basically having a staring contest with the other. George only smiled and started back, finishing off another drink.

"Was it good?" George asked and Dream nodded. "Good... good." He hummed as he pushed his chair back. "Stand right here." Dream got up and did what he was told. George dropped his glass causing it to shatter as he stood. Dream flinched slightly at the sound but he couldn't focus on it for long when he was lifted onto the table. George pushed his plate and silverware on the ground making the plates break too. He kissed Dream so hard it knocked the wind out of them both.

"S-sir..." Dream mumbled against his lips but he was ignored as George slid his tongue into the other's mouth. The taste of whiskey was overpowering as Dream tried to keep up and copy what the other kept doing. George undid Dream's pants and pulled them down with his boxers, letting them fall to the ground.

"Stupid fucking buttons." George grumbled, his fingers fumbling until he got so frustrated he tore Dream’s shirt open. Buttons popped off and landed on the floor with everything else. Dream watched in surprise, kind of sad his new shirt was ruined. "I'll get you new ones. A whole fucking closet of them." George said when he saw the face Dream was making.

"I-it's okay." Dream said and gasped when George kissed and bit his neck. George grinned, pinching Dream's nipples lightly. He pushed him back as they made out. The Brit grabbed Dream's collar and twisted his hand, the leather tightening around his throat. The blond whimpered, feeling light headed. Three fingers were shoved in his mouth abruptly.

"Suck." George ordered, pushing down on his tongue. Dream sucked on them, letting out a little sigh when his collar loosened. George watched his every move, every breathe, every twitch. He slowly pulled his fingers out of his mouth once they were wet enough and trailed them down Dream's body until he got to his hole. His chest began to rise and fall faster as George began to open him up. "Relax." George said, kissing him again and jerked him off with his other hand. Dream moaned against his lips, hips rocking between pushing into his hand or back on his fingers. "Good boy."

A shiver went up Dream's spine as he clawed at the table, head feeling stuffed with cotton. He really liked being called good. The second George said it he feel Dream tighten around his fingers. He smirked, jerking him off faster as he crooked his fingers up. Dream's whole body went rigid as he moaned loudly. The spot repeatedly getting hit made him squirm as his back arched off the table and he came all over his stomach. George let him ride out his high before running his hand through the cum and as he pushed his own pants down. His hard cock sprung free as he jerked himself off a few times to coat himself. He leaned forward and kissed Dream as he pulled the other's legs around his waist and lined up. Dream panted against his lips, thighs trembling around the Brit.

He slowly pushed in, grunting at how tight the other way. It felt like paradise, Dream's thighs clamping around waist, the sounds he made. George wished he had done this sooner as he pushed in inch by inch until he bottomed out. Dream whimpered, the new feeling made him look down and his mouth opened and then closed again. His cheeks went red when he twitched, slowly getting hard again, his head falling back against the table. The stretch stung but George had stretched him out good. He kind of liked the sting, it made the fire in his gut grow hotter. George gripped the edge of the table as he waited. Dream frowned, shifting his hips, desperately wanting the other to move. He poked his eyes and met George’s gaze, the fire inside him grew even hotter.

"Cute." George mumbled as he leaned forward and pushed his hair away from his sweaty face. "Keep looking at me like that." Dream didn't know what the other meant and was going to ask but his mouth just hung open as he moaned when George pulled out some and thrusted back in. He stared up at George with wide eyes, his heart about to hammer out of his chest. Everything felt too sensitive. George did it again and again until Dream was a whimpering, moaning mess as he wrapped his arms around George and held on for dear life. His nails digging into the other's back.

George grunted, his vision swaying thanks to the alcohol and how tight Dream was. He picked up the pace, loving every sound Dream made and the pain from being scratched. He watched himself fuck into Dream and then he noticed the bulge that appeared every time he thrusted in. He curiously put his hand on it and pressed down. The blond moaned loudly and looked down too, his eyes teary and wide. Dream felt like his organs were being rearranged every time the other thrusted into him.

"I'm so deep..." George grinned, emphasizing it with another harsh thrust. Dream threw his head back again. George leaned forward and nibbled at his neck as he tugged his collar.

"G-George..." Dream moaned into his ear, every time he thrusted in a spark of pleasure shot through his body.

"Say it again." George purred, kissing along the bite marks and hickeys he made all over his neck and shoulders, it looked brutal but George loved marking what was his.

"George, f-feels s' good. G-good... p-please." He slurred, not knowing what he was begging for. George gripped the back of his thighs and basically folded him in half and rammed into him. Dream slid up the table more. "Right t-there!”

"Found it. You like it when I fuck you harder?" George purred, ramming into that spot again. Dream moaned loudly, trying to push back to meet his thrusts. His cock bounced between them leaking like crazy. George scooped him up easily and kissed him hard as he carried Dream, still fully inside the other.

"W-what a-are y-ah!" Dream was cut off when George thrusted up into him. "I-I'm gonna fall." He panted.

"I won't let you fall. Hold on tight.” George said as he walked into his room and kicked the door closed. He laid Dream on the bed and fucked him like their lives depended on it. Dream whined high pitched and needy as he clawed at George's back and came again. "Good boy... fuck, I'm gonna come." George grunted as Dream squeezed around him. His thrusts got sloppy and he came soon after feeling dizzy as he fell forward against Dream. The blond felt cum seeping out of him around George’s cock. He took a shaken breath as he wrapped his arms around George and hugged him, trying to catch his breath. George panted as he listened to Dream's heartbeat, pounding away in his chest.

The Brit slowly pushed himself up, his hair falling around his face as he stared down at Dream. The boy was completely wrecked, face and chest a pretty pink, sweat glistening over his whole body, cum smeared over his thighs and stomach. Dream stared up at him with half lidded eyes, looking blissed out. He kissed him again, he couldn't get enough of the taste.

"G-George, w-what was that?" Dream mumbled softly.

"The kiss?" George hummed, kissing at his neck gently.

"No... the other thing..." Dream said and moaned softly when George moved inside him.

"Sex? You’ve never had sex?" George asked in amazement as he pulled away to look at the blond again. The other nodded and gasped when he felt George twitch inside him as the Brit got hard again. "You just keep getting better and better." He chuckled and thrusted into him again. Dream whimpered, throwing his head back. The pleasure had pain around the edges now as his stomach clenched, chest heaving for air. He knew he shouldn’t like it, want it to stop, but he didn’t. His brain felt like it was turning into mush as he gripped into George as tightly as he could, thankful the other was holding his legs up for him because he wouldn’t be able to do it on his own. His body spasmed every time George brushed against the extremely sensitive spot inside him. His eyes rolled back and he literally drooled, moaning beautifully. “One more round. Be a good boy and take it.”

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George woke up with a groan, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The birds chirped outside made him annoyed, they were always so loud in the morning. He stared up at the ceiling for a long time until he felt someone move next to him. He looked over and frowned, seeing a lump under the blankets. Slowly he pulled the blankets back and saw Dream curled up hugged up to him in his slept. The Brit couldn't help but chuckle and reach out, petting his hand through the other's hair. Dream sighed softly and nuzzled his cheek against George's arm.

He didn't know how long he laid there just staring at Dream. Admiring the marks he left all over the other's body last night. The bites, bruises, he could see his collar had left a red ring around his throat from when George pulled on it. A sense of possessiveness washed over him as he ran his fingertips over the soft leather and the metal name plate. They branded Dream as his, his, no one else's, his good guard dog. George froze when he felt Dream move slightly.

"Hmph..." Dream mumbled, eyes opening as he stared at George's arm and then up at the other's face. His cheeks went red as he scooted away from George so they weren’t touching. He slowly sat up and winced, thinking George was asleep he slid out of bed and had to catch himself on the bed frame when his legs buckled slightly. He stood there and glanced at George who still seemed asleep then he looked at the door and realized he didn't see any of this clothes.

After a few moments he crawled back into bed and curled up under the blankets again. He kept peaking at George and scooted closer to the other man before slowly cuddling up to his side once more. George couldn't help but smile now, very amused by the blond. Dream sighed and closed his eyes, he felt sore all over but it wasn't unbearable, he wondered if it was weird to actually like it. He tried to remember when he fell asleep, one more round definitely wasn't one more round and they ended up having sex for hours after the sun went down. He pressed his face against George's side and tried to go back to sleep and eventually dozed off. George began to pet him again. Dream slung his arm over his waist in his sleep and let out a small content sigh.

The maids brought breakfast in on the cart and set his table up for him quietly then left, always right on time. The smell of tea filled the room. George sat up and that woke Dream who whined sleepily, pulling the blanket over his head. George rolled his eyes and pulled his robe on before going over to his table to have some tea. He couldn't remember when he last slept that good. He was so used to staying up for days at a time but now all he wanted to do was lay back in bed and sleep the day away. He took a sip and looked at the food on the table and Dream's empty bowl. He filled it with food from each plate before putting it down next to him.

"Dream." George said, watching the blankets move as Dream sat up. His hair a mess around his face as he rubbed his eyes. "Come here, breakfast."

George watched him with a smirk as Dream tested out to see if he could walk. The lack of clothing didn't seem to be an issue at least. Finally he got out of bed, his legs shook as he shuffled over and gratefully got on his knees in his spot. George held out another robe for the blond who pulled it on and wrapped it around himself. He leaned down and ate from his bowl sleepily, savoring every single bite. No matter how many times he ate there he knew he would never get used to how good everything was. He didn’t have to rummage through trash cans to eat and all his meals were warm. The Brit watched him for a long moment before picking up his book and began to read it.

Dream had finished eating and sat there looking up at George and the book he read. He was curious as to what it was about. Wanting to get the other's attention prove to be difficult since the Brit was pretending not to pay attention to him. Dream shifted around some then moved closer until he was pressed against the other's legs. He tugged on George's robe and that finally got his attention.

"Yes, pup?" George hummed. Dream looked at George and then the book. "You want me to read to you?" George asked and Dream nodded. "These are poems by Sylvia Plath, this one is called Love Letter. Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, though, like a stone, unbothered by it, staying put according to habit." George recited the poem without looking at the page. Dream listened with wide eyes, feeling goosebumps form on his arms. George read the whole poem before putting the book down. "You liked it?"

"I did." Dream said softly, wanting to hear more. He never knew books had such beautiful words in them. He didn’t know what poems were but if they were like that one he loved them.

"You may borrow my books if you'd like. Just put them back when you're done." George said as he held the book out to the other. Dream hesitated before slowly taking it. He held it in his hands and stared at the leather bound cover for a very long time. George sipped his tea and watched him. "How about you read some to me?"

"I... can't." Dream mumbled, feeling ashamed as he held the book for George to take back.

"You can't read." George said, leaning down but he didn't take the book back. Dream nodded, embarrassed he couldn't do something everyone else around him could do. "You didn't go to school I'm assuming. How old are you?"

"I think I'm 21?" Dream shrugged, he hadn't kept track of that in a very long time.

"I see. Keep it anyway. I’ll read more to you later.”George said as he leaned back and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lit one. He took a long drawl before blowing it into the air around them. Dream sat there listened to George inhaling and exhaling smoke as he stared at the book. He lightly ran his fingers over the leather then slowly touched his collar. "I need you to do something for me." That peaked Dream's interest, he liked doing jobs. "I need you to go to the place we went to the other day near the railroad tracks. Talk to the man there and bring me back the package he has for me. He goes by Bad.”

Dream nodded, not liking the idea of seeing the man that tried to stab him but it was what George wanted. He stood, hugging the book to his chest, he went to his room, maids watched him as he walked through the halls. He tried to ignore their stares and shut his door firmly once in his room. He set the book on his nightstand and smiled as he rested his palm on it. He couldn’t wait for George to read not to him. Taking a deep breath he got dressed and then left the mansion. The path to the train tracks was long, he watched the clouds in the sky drift by. Clouds always looked so soft to him, like a big pile of blankets.

It reminded him that he hadn't been back to his old home for a few days now. He wondered if anyone had found it. There wasn't anything there other than his blankets and a candle. There wasn't much value in those objects other than the past memories of when he would stay in the room for days at a time during the cold months. It was always so hard staying warm there. In the mansion he didn't have to worry about being cold. It was nice and warm, grand fireplaces, and the workers always kept the fire going when George told them to. He rubbed the wrist cuff of the sweater he wore, the green fabric felt so soft. The clothes he used to wear were old, worn, basically rags compared to then clothes George gave him.

When he got to the small building he knocked awkwardly and waited. He didn't wait for long as the door flung open. The man from before stood, cloak hiding his face as he backed up and gestured for Dream to come in. Dream stepped inside and stared at the man closely.

"George sent you to pick up his package I see." He said as he went over to his desk and tapped the box lightly.

"Yes, sir." Dream nodded, going over to get the box so he could leave. The small room made him uncomfortable, especially since there wasn't a lot of room and the man felt too close. He watched Dream and didn't take his hand off the box when Dream touched it to pick it up.

"I have something else to give him too." He said. "Come this way." Before Dream could protest the other was already walking into the other room with the box he needed. The blond glanced at the entrance before slowly following. It was dark in the room, so dark he was having a hard time making out the black cloak the man wore as he walked around the room with no problem. It made him look like a shadow. "Come here." Dream's stomach turned anxiously when the other looked up at him, his eyes seemed like they had a dim red glow to them.

"I need to get the package and bring it to my boss-" Dream said and took a step back when he heard a click as he lifted his foot off a floor board.  The loud metallic bang of a cage crashing over him, trapping him inside, it made him feel sick. Dream stood frozen in place, angry with himself for being trapped so easily. His eyes were ringing slightly from the crash but also from the panic clawing at his chest.

"I think George can wait. I also can't just give you, his dog, a package this important." Bad chuckled darkly.

"Let me out." Dream said softly, looking at the other man with dark eyes.

"Not going to happen, sweetheart. I find you very interesting. There's some tests you'll have to go through for me." Bad hummed, walking around the room as he lit several candles. Dream's eyes scanned over the room, seeing glass vials, jars with dead animals floating in yellow tinted liquids, small cages here and there but those ones were empty, and bookshelves filled with books and other things that didn’t look pleasant. “How old are you?" He asked, bringing a chair over he sat, notebook and pencil in hand.

"I don't know." Dream said, backing away from the man until his back touched the bars. He flinched slightly, feeling how cold they were through his clothes.

"From your height I would say you're a teenager but you're more... developed than that. Early 20's I think." Bad said and wrote something down. "Do you have any tattoos, piercings, birth marks?"

"No." Dream mumbled, his heart was beating at a concerning rate as he pressed back against the bars, wishing they would move. He hated feeling trapped, being trapped, it was making his skin itch, hair stand on end. His eyes narrows as he stared at the other man, his hair falling in front of his face as his breathing visibly got more labored.

"If looks could kill." He chuckled, tapping the pencil against the notebook as he watched Dream like a hawk. "Are you struggling to breathe? Panic setting in already?" He taunted.

Dream growled, not liking this at all. His head felt like it was spinning. The man taunting him like this was funny. Bad kept writing things down, watching Dream’s reactions to his jabs to get him to break.

"George told me how you killed those guards the other day. I got a glimpse of them at the graveyard. You ripped their throats out with your teeth like a wild animal. How did it make you feel? I bet it excited you to have easy prey." Bad pressed, grinning to himself when Dream's growling got louder and his body began to shake. "You're really just a dog. I bet you have no problem following orders. That’s what dogs do anyways. Mindlessly following their master's every word like it’s law. George's home is probably better than the streets you slept on."

"Let me out." Dream said again, his voice shaking slightly.

"But the fun is just about to start." Bad smiled. "Come here and give me your arm. I want to get a blood sample." He said as he set his things down and went over to an exam table. He grabbed what he needed and came back over. "Come here."

Dream didn't move forward, he just stared back at him, holding his gaze. Bad waited patiently until he gave up waiting and went over to the wall. He pulled a lever and another steal cage wall was dropped down less than an inch from Dream. He flinched at the sound and felt his heart drop. There was barely enough room for him to turn around in the small space now. He touched the bars and tried to force them back up, the wall lifted only slightly before falling back down. A metal bar held the cage wall down on the top connected to the ceiling. He couldn’t climb out and breaking through true floor wasn’t an option since he could see there was rock underneath the wood between the gaps.

"I'm impressed. They say the material this cage is made from can keep a bear contained but here you are... lifting it like that." Bad said in delight as he wrote something down before coming over to the other side of the cage. Dream moved away but once he reached the other side of the small space he had no where else to go. "Give me your arm."

Dream growled again, bearing his teeth. That didn't stop Bad who seemed prepared for this as he pulled a lever and the cage wall moved until Dream was pressed against it. There wasn't any space for him to move, it felt like the bars would crush him.

"Stop. Let me go!" Dream finally raised his voice before letting out a pained noise. He thrashed around pushed back on the bars causing the wall to move back but not by much.

"Keep trying to get out." Bad chuckled, watching him in amusement. Dream became more and more interested to him. No human he ever met should ever be able to push the bars back like that, have that kind of strength. Let along someone as small as the blond. Dream growled, spit dribbling down his chin as he gritted his teeth and pushed back even harder. He managed to brace his legs against the one wall and push back until the metal began to creak and bend from the force. "Wonderful! You've almost got it."

Dream kept pressing back when another cage wall fell behind the one he was pushing. Blood began to trickle out of his nose as he forced the bars back even with the second wall he was moving them. Bad pulled another lever and a third wall slammed down. Dream felt light headed as he forced his body to push more. Unfortunately for him the position he was in made it impossible to move away from Bad who came closer and crouched down. He pulled out a tube and blew into one end, sending a dart with a green feather fly out and get stuck in Dream's leg.

"W-what was that?" Dream panted, his limbs slowly began to feel too heavy for him to use them. His knees began to bend and the walls slowly swung back into place. All the progress he made pushing them away was for nothing as he slid to the ground. The cage walls went back into the ceiling as Bad pulled levers and watched him closely.

"It's a strong sedative. I was afraid it wouldn't be enough for you but it looks like it was just enough. The amount I gave you would’ve be knocked three grown men out the second it got into their system." Bad said as he pulled off his cloak and draped it over his chair. Dream tried to get to his feet as he gripped the bars tightly, pulling himself halfway up before he slid back down. He tried again until he eventually gave up and looked at the other. The other man smiled at him wearing red tinted glasses. It makes sense that the other looked like he had red eyes before. The blond's head hit the bars he leaned on, feeling like it was too difficult to even hold his head up now. "You must be so tired from exerting yourself like that. You made your nose bleed. Do you feel lightheaded?"

"George said to come back..." Dream mumbled softly, staring at the other with half lidded eyes.

"I'm sure he won't mind me giving you an exam. Got to make sure his dog is nice and healthy." Bad said and opened the cage door. He had a metal tray and set it down next to him as he kneed down. Dream tried to move and get away but it only made him fall over making him huff. "That's a better position." Bad pulled Dream's shirt off and began to take his blood. All he could do was watch, his breathing seemed to slow down. Every time he blinked he felt like he was asleep for a few moments. "You can sleep if you'd like."

"N-no... have to... get package..." Dream mumbled softly and passing out. Bad hummed as he got his blood samples and ran his hands over Dream’s chest and shoulders. He checked Dream over, every inch of his body, mapping every freckle and scar he came across. Once he was satisfied looking Dream over he got a rag and cleaned the blood off his face from the nose bleed.

“Such an interesting little thing.” Bad sighed before getting up, making sure to lock the cage door before doing his tests.

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Dream woke up feeling out of it, his body still felt numb, his head spinning. His stomach turned as he tried not to throw up. The room was dark other than a candle encased in red glass giving the room an unwelcoming glow. Water dropping somewhere in the room, he couldn't tell from where though. The dripping almost matched his heartbeat. He forced his head to move as he tried to look around more. His fingers twitched, grabbing fabric. A frown tugged the corners of his lips down. There was a blanket covering him, the itchy wool made the cold room and floor not as daunting at least.

"Happy you could join me once again, pup." Bad said, standing eerily still in the doorway.

"Let... me..." Dream struggled to say. His throat hurt from the lack of water and made his head hurt more.

"Let you out? Go? You keep saying that but you would pass out right after. Since you're awake drink and eat this." Bad hummed, walking over to his table he brought over a bowl and cup. He opened a small hatch on the bottom of the cage near Dream. The blond could smell whatever was in the bowl causing him to finally notice the hunger pains going through him. He wondered if he would be able to eat without throwing up. "Doesn't it smell good? It's rice congee with chicken and ginger. Took me hours to make. It'll settle your stomach."

Dream took in a shaken breath as he slowly sat up, his head spun as he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like he was hit by a bull or maybe throw off a building. Thankfully the bowl and cup were pretty close and he could just scoot over to it and grabbed the cup. His hand didn't want to corporate though so he had to grab it with both hands. He leaned down to take a drink but then paused. The possibility of the cloaked man drugging the water and food made it all look unappealing. He had went days without food but water, he definitely needed to drink.

"I didn't poison it if that's what you're thinking. I need you alive." Bad said and Dream just blinked at him, unconvinced. "If I kill you George would send his men to come kill me. He was here looking for you the other day. Had to tell him you must've ran off." Bad chuckled lightly. "He was quit upset. I've never seen him so angry before. He left in a hurry after that, probably out there looking for you." He said in amusement.

Bad grinned when he watched Dream tilt his head slightly at the mention of George. He had a feeling the blond was already pretty attached to his master. Dream slowly set the cup down without drinking it. Bad sighed as he opened the hatch and grabbed the cup, took a big gulp and then set it back down.

"See, not poisoned." Bad said before standing upright.
That seemed to convince Dream as he grabbed the cup and drank it all in one go. He then stared at the empty cup in disappointment. Bad took note of how he could read the other's expressions well after he had been sedated. "Want more water?" Dream nodded and set the cup near the hatch before pulling the bowl over and shoved his face in it just like a dog. He ate so fast he choked some and Bad shook his head. "Eat slowly or you'll get sick." The blond didn't respond but ate slower as Bad refilled his water.

Once Dream was done eating, literally licking the bowl clean he drank the rest of the water and curled up under the blanket. He couldn't tell how many days he had been in the windowless room. There wasn't any indication of how much time had passed. All he wanted to do was go to sleep but with Bad towering over him outside of the cage made that difficult to do so. The drugs really took a toll on his body and he knew he couldn't do much.

"I'll be off now, sleep well." Bad said before leaving, shutting the door behind him. Dream listened to it lock before sitting up. Bad had blown out the candle so it was pitch black in the room. He felt along the bars, trying find a weak spot but after testing every spot he could reach he found none. He tried the small hatch Bad used to give him the food but it was locked shut. He couldn’t use it to climb out anyways due to how small it was.

Frustration turned into anger as he hit the bars as hard as he could. It wasn't nearly as hard as he would normally hit someone but he was still weak. The sound the metal made every time he hit it made him more upset, like it was taunting him. His heart began to beat faster as he kicked at the bars now, gripping them until his fingers hurt he bit down on them, huffing when that also didn't work. He kept gnawing at the bars until his jaw ached. After awhile he went back to the blanket and laid down, pulling the blanket over himself as he curled up into a tight ball. The darkness around him overwhelming, like it was suffocating.

I miss master.

Dream pressed his face into his arm as he closed his eyes tightly, wishing he could go back to the mansion. All he could do was think about George, wishing the other would come save him, get him out of this terrible situation.
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Dream groaned softly as he opened his eyes to find someone crouched over him. His eyes opened wider as he tried to move but he felt like his limbs were too heavy. His eyes focused more, it was Bad who gave him a smug look.

"You're finally awake. I'll give you less sedatives next time maybe. You only slept for two days." Bad said. "I gave you another shot when you were sleeping to keep you asleep. How did you manage to chew on the bars so much you left indents. Your teeth weren't damaged ." He touched the damaged bars when he stood upright.

Dream growled low in his chest, glaring at Bad as the other kneeled down next to him once more. He reached out to touch Dream's forehead when the blond managed to lunge at the other and bit down on his sleeve.

"Hey, let go." Bad said sternly as he pulled away but Dream didn't let go and held on. Bad pulled the blond along who stumbled as he tried to stand. Bad reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. That was the only reason why Dream let go out of fear of being drugged and caught himself on the bars. He tried to go towards the door but Bad was already out and locked it being him. Dream grunted as his knees buckled and he sunk to the floor. "You are a bad dog." Bad huffed, looking upset as he went over to his table.
Bad came over with the dart gun and aimed it at Dream. "Guess I'll just have to keep you drugged all the time."

"N-no, please don't. I-I'll... do whatever you want." Dream said weakly. His head wouldn't stop spinning, his stomach heaving as he dry heaved several times and nothing came up.

"You're lucky I'm nice. If you try that again I will be sedating you again. Now come here, I'll give you medicine to help with your head and the nausea. In return you tell me where you came from." Bad said as he sat on a stool he pulled over near the bars. Dream shuddered as he forced himself to crawl over to Bad. He tired not to dry heave as he sat on his knees. Bad set a cup down between the bars. "Take them both."

Dream took the meds and sighed as he pressed his forehead against the bars and closed his eyes. The cold metal felt nice on his skin at least. At this point he didn't care that Bad was so close to him or how the other poked at his head to see if he had a fever.

"Well, tell me where you're from. Do you have siblings? Where are your parents?" Bad pressed.

"When I was younger I remember living near a lake. I'm not sure where it was... but it was a big lake, maybe the one close to here." Dream said softly. "My parents brought me to the shore and told me to stay and not follow them so I waited. They didn't come back and after the third day I finally gave up and went back to our home. It was destroyed. Someone had caught it on fire. I looked through the ash but they weren't in it. I have... had siblings but I don't remember them well. I don't know if any of them are alive." Dream opened his eyes and peaked up at Bad who nodded.

"You actually waited for them to come back for three days?" Bad asked and Dream nodded once. "You really are a dog. Lay down and get some rest. I'll bring food for you in a bit." Bad said and then left, thankfully he left a candle lit in the daunting room. Dream sighed as he laid on the blanket, his mind wandered to George, he the other man and the mansion again, his big warm bed, and especially the meals. He didn't think George would take him back if he did escape. The other man wouldn't believe him about Bad kidnapping him, that’s what he thought at least.

He was sure it had been hours until he heard Bad come back in but he didn't move or acknowledge him at all. The other noticed this and wrote something down in his notebook before opening the hatch and pushed a tray into the cage. He told Dream to eat but the other didn't move and just stared at the wall. Bad kept pushing for Dream to eat or respond to him but by the time the food got cold he had gotten nowhere and Dream hadn't moved. The only thing that made it obvious the other was awake were his eyes being open but he barely blinked and stared through Bad.

"George will be here tomorrow." Bad finally said and that got Dream's attention. It was a sudden turn of Dream's head and a few blinks. Bad held back in grin of delight for getting a response. "Do you want me to tell him anything?"

"That I'm here..." Dream said softly but he knew the other wouldn't tell George that.

"I could tell him that... or I could trap him here with you. You would like that, wouldn't you? Having your master back." Bad grinned and Dream felt his heart drop in his chest. The feeling made his skin feel hot and he sat up.

"Don't... don't do that. I..." Dream trailed off, he didn't want George to suffer like this. Bad knew he had the other right where he wanted him.

“I have a job I’d like you to for me. Or rather, a favor.” Bad said and Dream nodded slowly. “I need you to kill two people for me.”

“Who?” Dream asked.

“Two people who say they’re doctors.” Bad hummed.

“Doctors help people.” Dream pointed out.

“Normal ones do. These two steal from people. They steal very important things. I need you to kill them and bring me their heads. If you do that I’ll let you go. If not I’ll just tell George I found you on the streets hiding from him.” Bad said and Dream sighed softly.

“I’ll do it… and when I’m done I can go?” Dream mumbled.

“Of course. I never would lie about that.” Bad smile. “Wonderful. I’ll bring you to their lab tomorrow then.” He clapped his hands before leaving for the rest of the day or night. The blond watched the other go and caved in on himself again. He didn’t want to do a job for Bad, he was being held captive by the other man but if it meant he could leave then he would do it.

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"Seems that you didn't sleep much." Bad said, standing in the doorway as he watched Dream biting at the bars. The blond didn't stop, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the other. He wanted out of the cage already, the drugs weren't on his system anymore. "You'll chip a tooth if you keep chewing on the bars like that." Bad brought in a bag and opened the hatch, pushing the bag in. Dream finally stopped as he watched him and once the hatch was closed he went over and slowly took the bag. "Clean clothes."

"Why?" Dream asked but it was obvious he needed to change and wash up. Even if his clothes were dirty they were from George. He didn't want to take them off.

"Just trust me. They'll be more suitable for this job." Bad said and Dream thought about it before pulling his shirt off. He didn't care the other man watched him and once he was changed he walked over to the door. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back." Dream did what he was told and let Bad chain his hands together and then let him out. He led him to his carriage. They sat in silence and when the carriage stopped Dream stared at the building and the signs with no hope in knowing what they actually said. "Take this." Bad held a knife out to him once the chains were off.

"I don't need it. Just tell me what they look like." Dream grumbled, moving away from the knife.

"Here's their pictures." Bad said as he pulled out a piece of paper. Dream stared at it for a long moment before opening the door and walked up the stairs and right into the building. His eyes scanned over the lobby. Only a few people sat in the waiting area. He assumed this place was a hospital. Wandering around he found the room Bad had described to him days ago. It wasn't hard to miss since the walls were a deep red to match the wood floors and furniture.

"Who are you? You aren't allowed to be back here." A man in a lab coat said as he set his mug down. An array of medical tools sprawled out on his desk. Dream approached him causing the other to stand and grab a scalpel. "Stay away. Who are you?" The man demanded now.

"I'm sorry." Dream said and before the man could reply Dream on him in seconds tearing into flesh as if he was tearing a piece of paper. Finding the other doctor wasn't hard since he had came into the blood bath. He screamed for security but his screams went unanswered as Dream threw the scalpel that had been dropped. The screams turned into gurgling as the man fell backwards. The scalpel stuck in his throat as he tried to take it out but it made it worse as he bled out. Dream slowly stood, in one hand was the decapitated head of one of his targets. "I'm sorry." Dream said as he stood over the man and got what he needed, killing him swiftly. Bad stood outside waiting and when he saw Dream walk out with one head in each hand he smiled with delight

"Good dog! You did a good job, Dream." Bad praised as he held a box out. Dream dropped the heads inside and stared at Bad blankly. "As I promised I'll bring you back to George."

Dream didn't respond and just went back into the carriage. He pulled his knees up to his chest as he sat there. Bad got in and set the box on the other side of them as they made their way back to the mansion. The blond covered in drying blood that made his skin crawl. He felt so cold and empty as he pressed his face against his knees and wished the world would swallow him whole.

"You don't like killing, do you?" Bad finally asked.

"Who likes it?" Dream shot back.

"I don't know anyone that does other than... two person but they're dead now." Bad glanced at the covered box. "I'll pay you for your work today. Without you many others would've died at the hands of those two monsters."

The blond stared out the window as he watched the world go by. It felt like hours until they got back to the mansion. His heart began to beat faster as he got nervous, wondering if George would kill him for being gone for some long. Or maybe the Brit had gotten another guard dog. He didn't like that idea at all but then he felt confused. His anxiety wasn't coming from the thought of George killing him but if the other had replaced him.

"I'll come in with you. George won't be upset if I tell him what happened. This is how I'll repay you." Bad said as he got out of the carriage before Dream could say anything. The blond got out and followed Bad.

"Who are you? State your business!" One guard yelled at Bad before his eyes went to Dream. His eyes went wide as he rushed forward towards them. "Where have you been?! Boss has been looking everywhere for you! He's going to have your head!" Dream flinched at how loud the other was being and growled at the man. It stopped the guard. "Who are you?" He asked Bad.

"I'm an old friend of George's, is he in?" Bad asked and just then Dream heard yelling, angry yelling. He knew it was George and he hesitated when the guard opened the door to lead them inside. Now that the door was open the screaming was loud and crashing of things breaking made Dream on edge. "Come, dog." Bad said and walked in. Dream followed and once they were in the dining hall they saw a group of workers standing outside the door looking nervous.

"What do you mean you haven't fucking found him yet?! What do I have you around for?! Fucking worthless! Don't fucking come back until you have him!" George screamed.

"Yes, sir!" Guards said at the same time before busting through the door. They all looked at Dream and froze.

"There he is!" The main guard said. Dream never learned his name but he knew he was in charge of the other guards. He went to grab Dream's arm but the blond dodged him. Since he had moved he could see into the dining room and caught George's gaze. He stared back at Dream with wild eyes.

"You." George growled as he stormed out, workers scrambled to get out of the way and out of the hall. Dream felt his shoulders drop, waiting for whatever was coming his way.

"George! Hello, good to see you!" Bad said as he stepped in front of George. George stopped right in front of Bad looking confused, surprised, but still angry.

"What are you doing here? Why is he covered in blood?" George snapped.

"I'm here to talk to you and bring your dog back. I found him passed out near the tracks. He fell ill and I nursed him back to health. It looked like he was hurt and dragged his way out of the woods." Bad lied. George stared at Bad for a very long time before looking at Dream who stared at the ground.

"He was hurt... in the woods... and you found him?" George asked slowly, calming down slowly.

"Yes. I thought I should bring him here myself." Bad said and George didn't look convinced.

"Everyone leave." George ordered and the guards that had been standing around all hurried off. "Follow me." George growled and walked down the hall towards the library. The two followed and once inside George grabbed Dream's arm and pulled him to his desk. Dream went along with him. George pointed at the floor next to the desk and Dream dropped to his knees and waited like a good dog. George and Bad talked for a long time but Dream zoned them both out, watching George's shoes until Bad left. "Come here. Now." George ordered, staring at the blond expectantly.

Dream's heart skipped a beat as he crawled over, not making eye contact with George. If he had a tail it would be between his legs. Once Dream was in front of the other he sat and waited. He didn't have to wait long when he heard George undoing his pants.

"Look at me and open your fucking mouth." George snapped. Dream looked up and did what he was told. His cheeks going red as he was met with George's dick in his face. George stepped forward and gripped Dream's chin tightly and thrusted into his mouth. The blond gagged when George hit the back of his throat. "Don't you dare move away." Dream gripped George's thighs as he tried to steady himself.

George set a brutal pace as he face fucked him, reaching down to touch Dream's neck he held back a grin as he felt the bulge. Tears streaming down Dream's face as he choked, trying to breathe but that small task alone felt impossible. George wasn't letting up, if anything he was going faster and harder. His teary eyes met George's and the Brit gripped a handful of his hair and pulled. The pain from his scalp went down his spine and right to his dick. He was confused as to why he was getting turned on by the pain, not being able to breathe. His brain felt foggy, maybe it was from the lack of air but he couldn't think straight. All he could do was take it and be a good boy.

He heard moaning from George as the other came down his throat hard. He swallowed as much as he could and then the other pushed him away. Dream fell back spluttering and coughing as he gasped for air. George pulled up his pants and watched him the entire time. Then the Brit noticed the bulge in the front of Dream's pants.

"You're fucking hard from that?" George mused darkly. The blond felt ashamed as he tried to cover himself. "Don't." George growled as he pressed his foot against Dream's crotch. The blond whimpered, trying to move away but the look George gave him made him stop. "You're going to wash up, stretch yourself for me, and then come back here." George said then turned and went to his desk. "The maids will help you. You're lucky I'm letting you get prepped." George yelled for a maid to come in who did. Dream assumed they were listening to everything in the hall.

"Y-yes, sir." Dream mumbled as he left in a rush. As promised he was met by maids in the hall who had a bath ready for him back in his room. He awkwardly got into the bath fully naked as the two maids washed him from head to toe.

"Master said you need to prep. You can do it in the tub or when you get out... if I were you I would do as much as possible." The maid said softly once they were done cleaning him. Dream nodded slowly.

"Prep myself... down there?" Dream asked, embarrassed about all of this.

"Yes. Do it fast before he comes looking for you." The other maid said as she set clothes on the counter for him. Dream sighed as they both left and he slowly reached between his legs. He had calmed down since being in the bath but the second his fingers grazed his dick it twitched in interest. Biting his lip hard he slowly pushed one finger in and then another, wincing at the pain. He didn't know what he was doing but tried to do what George had done with him before. He must've been taking too long because the door swung open and George stood there looking pissed.

"You can't even do something as simple as this. Unbelievable. I should feed you to the fucking wolves." George growled as he gripped his arm and yanked him up. Dream stumbled, trying not to fall flat on his face. Water splashing everywhere as George pulled him out of the bath and to his room.

"S-sir, I'm sorry, I-i was trying to prep." Dream said before being thrown into bed. His stomach turned with anxiety.

"Spread your legs. You did enough prep judging by how long you were taking." George growled as he shoved his pants off and got between Dream's legs. The blond let his legs fall open as he looked up at the other nervously. The Brit took a bottle of clear oil and lubed himself up before grabbing the base of his dick. He began to push in, grunting from his tight the other still was. "Relax. You'll break my fucking dick if you keep clenching like that."

"S-sorry, master, sorry... h-hurts." Dream whimpered, trying to just deal with the pain but it felt like he was being ripped in half. His brain still foggy from being throat fucked an inch from his life not too long ago.

"It hurts and you're still this fucking tight after being in there for ages? Did you not prep at all?" George huffed, taking pity on the other as he pulled out and grabbed the oil again. He put a descent amount on his fingers before sliding one in. The blond squeezed his eyes shut as the burn went away and he twitched. "You really like pain, don't you?" George chuckled. The blond blushed as he hid his face behind his arms.

George didn't press for an answer and kept adding fingers, three were good enough to him. Once he was done he lined up and instead of going in slow he slammed right in. Dream had been keeping his noises in until then, moaning loudly. His whole body trembling.

"Taking your punishment so well..." George mumbled, his grip on the other's waist was bruising as he rammed into him. Every single time he hit Dream's prostrate. The blond moaned loudly. "You have a long nigh so don't come just yet." George said and gripped the base of his dick tightly. Dream moved his arms away from his face to look down at George’s hand.

“P-please…” Dream panted, giving George teary puppy dog eyes that did something to the Brit. Pleasure overtook him as his thrusts became sloppy and he came. He felt the blond’s cock twitch pitifully, wanting to come too but he didn’t let go as he fucked his cum into the other as deep as he could before slowly pulling out.

“You aren’t coming until I say you can.” George purred, waiting a bit before letting go as he went over to his pants and pulled out a ribbon. “I was going to wait but it seems you need to be restrained.”

Dream let out a puff of air as he held his wrists out. George shook his head and Dream frowned, confused at to what the Brit wanted to restrain of his. George wrapped the ribbon around his dick making him whine, knowing it would have the same effect as when the Brit held the base. Every little touch made his whole body shudder. Once George was done he admired his work for a long moment.

“Hands and knees, pup.” The Brit hummed.

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Dream woke up aching all over. He was borderline overheating but he was too tired to do much about it. Strong arms wrapped around his body made him feel warm, head still feeling fuzzy as he glanced over his shoulder and saw George fast asleep. He let out a shaken sigh as he moved slightly and winced. His hole felt raw and swollen, George still inside him, keeping everything in.

Closing his eyes he tried to fall back asleep. George's breathing tickled the back of his neck and he was somehow getting turned on even more every time he moved his hips slightly to try and get more comfortable. He hadn't been able to come at all and the ribbon around his dick was a reminder of that. The ache of arousal was also keeping him awake. He glanced back at George and then down at himself. The tip an angry red color, almost purple from how hard he still was.

Biting his lip he slowly reached down and touched the ribbon, holding back a whimper even from that small touch. He felt too sensitive, hips twitching back against George making him go deeper. That time Dream couldn't hold in his noises and he moaned high pitched and needy. He wanted to come so badly it was the only thing he could think about now that the thought of not coming made him want to cry.

"You're such a cock slut. Can't even let me sleep because you keep pushing back against me..." George purred, voice deep from sleep. He gripped Dream's waist and pulled him back snuggly against his front. The blond gasped, body trembling. It hurt from how turned on his felt.

"I'm not... I-I..." Dream breathed, his voice shaking as he tried to come up with something to say but he just wants to beg.

"You have to tell me what you want or how will I ever know?" George grinned as he ran his hand over Dream's side and then to his stomach. Dream took in a sharp breath. "Speak, pup." He thrusted into Dream causing him to finally snap.

"Wanna come, master, please." Dream begged, tears welling up in his eyes. George chuckled as he grabbed his chin and tilted his head back. His dick twitched, Dream felt it pulse inside of him. He partially drooled as George fucked into him and pulled the ribbon off of his dick. That's all it took for Dream to come so hard his ears began to ring, his eyes rolls back into his head, and he shook uncontrollably.

"There it is. Feel better now?" George hummed as he watched smugly.Dream couldn't even form words as he was left with his mouth wide open like a fish left out of water. George kept thrusting, getting hard inside the other as he fuck him through the most intense orgasm in his entire life. George easily moved Dream onto his lap and picked him up before slamming him back down. The blond wrapped his arms around George's neck and stuffed his face there too, moaning into the other's ear nonstop.

The Brit came soon after before finally pulling out of him. He winced and felt cum leaking out, running down his thighs, the sheets below them soaked. He sighed softly, closing his eyes as he continued to shake, small after shocks of pleasure shooting through him. Being carried and set into a warm bath snapped him out of the post orgasm haze.

"Let's get you all cleaned up." George said softly. He was being extremely gentle it almost made Dream fall asleep but the second the water touched his nose he woke up from his dozing. "Such a tired, pup." He chuckled. Dream just blinked at him and George gently cupped his face. "You're mine, only mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master." Dream said softly, eyes half lidded, cheeks a pretty pink color. "Only master's dog."

"That's right, pup. My good dog."
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George took care of the blond's every single need for three days. Not allowing Dream to leave his room or do much of anything by himself other than use the bathroom. That was the only time Dream was alone and even that felt like too long for both of them to be apart.

"Dream?" George hummed as he sat reading his book next to Dream who was curled up in bed watching him. Dream sat up in an answer that he was listening. "What did Bad do to you? You seem more... timid." George said and he watched the blond froze up and look at him in a way he normally didn't look at him.

"I killed the two doctors for him." Dream said slowly.

"I know that, pup. You already told me that. What else?” George said, giving him an encouraging look. "You can tell me, Dream."

"Nothing else." Dream lied and George shook his head, setting his book down he pulled Dream onto his lap. The blond went willingly.

"Tell me, Dream." He now said firmly.

"I... can't. He said I can't." Dream shook his head and looked like he wanted to leave.

"Dream, I am ordering you to tell me." George snapped. The blond shrunk back, moving to get off George but the Brit gripped his waist so he couldn't move. Technically he could get out of the other's grasp but he didn't want to upset George more. "Dream, I'm waiting."

"He kept me in his lab... and took my blood and hair... and he... was mean." Dream mumbled, slumping as he pressed his face into the crook of the other's neck. George fell silent as he rubbed Dream's back gently. "He said if I told you he'd put me back in the cage. I don't like the cage. Please don’t send me back. Don’t want cage, please, no cage." Dream all but cried at this point. Panic overtook him as he kept begging not to be left in a cage again.

"I won't let him take you from me. I won't let anyone take you." George said, voice soft and soothing as he kissed the top of his head. "You're my good dog, Dream. I won’t send you back ever again.”

Dream shivered as he was held, feeling weird all of a sudden. So peaceful and warm, like a warm blanket was wrapped around him. He sighed softly and nuzzled himself against George more. The Brit didn't seem upset with him so all his worries seemed to melt away as George kept petting him until he felt tried.

"Rest. I'll be back soon." George said as he laid Dream down. The blond didn't look too pleased being moved from the most comfortable spot he's ever found in his life. "Don't give me that look. You need to sleep. I'll be back soon. Stay in here and if you need anything ring the bell and a maid will assist you."

"Yes, sir." Dream said as he watched his master leave. He sighed softly before nosing his way under the blankets and to George's side. Finding the other's pillow he pulled it under the blankets and cuddled it to his chest.

Time seemed to stop as he waited for George to return and by the time the sun was high in the sky he was bored and didn't want to lay in bed anymore. Climbing out of bed he tentatively went over to the bell. He wondered what would happen if he rang it so he did. Seconds later a maid knocked on the door before coming in.

"How may I help you, sir?" She asked, smiling at him brightly.

"O-oh uh... I don't... know." He admitted, embarrassed that he didn't know what to say or even ask for.

"I could draw you a bath? Or bring you food and refreshments?" She offered.

"Okay." Dream blinked and the maid giggled lightly.

"You aren't used to being waited on, are you?" She asked. "The master really likes you." Dream blushed more as he nodded. She bowed and left, coming back in no time. "Your bath is ready." He got up and went to the bathroom, the bath full of water and rose petals. A cart with food and drinks next to the bath. It all looked good but he didn’t want it even if his stomach felt uncomfortably empty.

"Flowers?" Dream questioned as she was closing the door.

"They make the skin soft and smooth. They also smell nice." She smiled and left. Dream got into the bath and sighed softly. It felt really nice and she was right, the water smelled amazing. He leaned his head back on the rim of the tub and closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet and how soothed he felt. The feeling unfortunately didn't last as someone barged in through the door. He jerked and was ready to jump out of the tub when he saw it was George covered in blood and his clothes ripped to shreds. He held a large knife that he dropped, the metal clattering to the floor.

"Sir!" He gasped and moved to get up when George held his hand out. Dream stopped, looking at his master in worry. "Are you okay?"

George didn't say anything as he stayed in his clothed and stepped onto the bath before sinking in. Dream didn't stop him or say anything as the other pulled him against his chest and held Dream there. The blond just slowly rested his head on his shoulder. They stayed in the bath until the water got cold and Dream began to shiver. The water tinted a light red due to the blood from George's clothes.

The Brit finally snapped out of his haze as he lifted Dream out of the bath and carried him to the bedroom. He didn't know what to do in George's arms so he just stayed quiet and enjoyed being close to his master. The Brit dried him, dressed him, and stripped from his soaked clothes. He got into clean, dry ones, and pulled Dream into bed with him where he held the blond to his chest and petted through his hair.

"Master?" Dream said softly after laying there for a very long time.

"Shhh." George hushed him and Dream obeyed. It was worrying him with how George was acting, quiet, distant, spaced out. It wasn't like him at all and Dream didn't like it one bit but he did like being held and taken care of. It made him feel warm inside.

Dream lay wide awake in George's arms, listening to the other sleep. There were so many things he wanted to know. Where did the blood come from, why wasn't George talking to him? It all felt off, something wasn't right. Dream slowly sat up and looked down at George, seeing bruising on his neck and arms. The man looked like he had been in a fight, a pretty bad one at that. He wondered if he had killed Bad. Or maybe Bad tortured him too.

"Master?" Dream said, watching the other wake up.

"What's wrong, pup?" George mumbled, looking exhausted.

"You got hurt." Dream stated.

"I didn't." George lied, running his hand over his face before brushing his hair to the side as he stared up at Dream. "You need to sleep."

"No. Master is hurt." Dream said and George chuckled lightly. Dream frowned more as George pulled him back down. "Master needs help."

"You need to sleep, pup. Or I'll make you sleep on the floor. Do you want that?" George warned. Dream shook his head. "I don't want that either. Now go to bed. Sleeping will help me right now. You want to help me, right?”

“Yes, master.” Dream mumbled, giving up when he didn’t want to.

“Good pup.” George said softly, both of them falling silent after that until George fell asleep and Dream watched his chest rise and fall the entire night.

He forced himself to stay awake even when it felt so nice behind held. The second George even made a slightly move or breathed differently Dream was about to wake him but the Brit always settled down. The sun seeped around the curtains giving the room a yellow glow. Dream blinked his tired eyes and glanced back at the curtains. Birds chirped outside loudly, he worried it would wake up George. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into the other’s chest and breathed in deeply. The scent seemed to calm his nerves as he realized how tired he felt. No, he needed to stay awake. He couldn’t go to bed now, not when his master needed him.

George woke up hours later and tightened his hold around Dream before wincing in pain so he didn’t hold him so tightly. His ribs hurt so bad and his shoulder. He didn’t bother to check his wounds when he got back and wondered if they were as bad as they felt. He was pulled through hell and back. Or it felt like it at least. He was glad Dream was still in his arms when he woke up at least.

“Master.” Dream said softly, looking up at him sleepily. The Brit instantly knew the blond hadn’t slept at all. Then he heard Dream’s stomach rumble in hunger.

“Let’s get some food.” George said as he forced himself to sit up way too fast. He hid his pain as he got up and rang the bell. Seconds later the same maid that helped Dream stepped in and bowed. “Bring us food and drinks.“

“Right away, sir.” She said before leaving in a rush.

“Master.” Dream said again and George sighed as he looked at the blond.

“You didn’t eat or sleep at all when I was gone.” George stated. The blond shook his head and George went back to the bed and sat down. His body screaming at him to just lay down and rest but he didn’t. “Come here.” He said and patted the spot next to him. Dream crawled over looking worried. The Brit wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close. “Stop worrying about me, I’m fine.” Dream didn’t look convinced.

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George groaned as he leaned against the bathroom wall. The faint candle light even felt too bright to him as his head pounded in pain. The room began to spin again as he sunk to the floor. Clenching his jaw, teeth gritting, he clawed at the counter until he managed to get to his feet. He could hear birds chirping, their songs getting louder and louder. Glancing at himself in the mirror his eyes rolled back into his head, legs buckling.

Dream frowned when he heard a loud thud from the bathroom. He went over to the door and knocked. When he got no response he knocked again then finally opened the door. When he saw George on the floor he ran over and knelt down next to him.

"Master? Master, are you okay?" Dream asked, rolling him onto his back. George groaned as his eyes opened for a few seconds before shutting as he passed out from the pain again. Dream ran and rang the bell before going back to George. He pulled his shirt open and saw all the bruising.

"Sir? Where are you?" The maid called and when she saw the scene in front of her she panicked. "What happened?!"

"He needs a doctor." Dream said, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"I'll tell the guards!" She said and ran off. The blond rested his hand over George's heart and sighed in relief when he felt his heart beating. He slowly lifted George up and managed to get the other man onto a position he could carry him easiest. "They said there aren't any doctors around for miles other than... someone named Bad?" Dream's heart dropped at just hearing the name alone.

"There's no one else?" Dream asked weakly.

"No, not for miles." She said and Dream nodded as he took off carrying George. Guards yelled at him to stop but he was already out the door. He ran until his arms and legs felt numb, his head spun, his lungs burned for air, he didn't stop until he was out front of the building near the train tracks. George didn't make a sound and stayed asleep the entire time. Dream knocked so hard the whole door shook. Bad opened the door looking at them both with a smirk.

"Look who it is. Back for more?" Bad grinned as he stepped back and let them in. Dream didn't go inside just yet.

"Will you help him? He's hurt." Dream said and Bad nodded. "Promise you'll help him."

"Fine, I promise I'll help him." Bad rolled his eyes. Dream stepped inside and followed Bad to his lab. "Lay him down right there." He said and gestured to the table. Dream stood in the doorway looking unsure. He didn't want to get trapped again. "I didn't set the cage. You're fine." Bad said as he looked at him expectantly.

Dream bit his lip and rushed over. When the cage didn't get triggered he felt a little better as he laid George down on the table. He watched Bad like a hawk to make sure the other didn't hurt his master in any way.

"When will he wake up?" Dream asked.

"Soon... he might have internal bleeding from our little fight." Bad said as he listened to his heart and took his temperature. Dream noticed that Bad didn't seem hurt at all. The other man seemed unbothered and not in pain. Did George actually fight him or maybe someone else that Bad sent. "I need you to do me something for me if you want him to stay alive." He said with a grin, resting his hand over George's throat. Dream growled and was about to punch the man into the face when he laughed. "You do that and he'll die." Dream stopped and slowly lowered his hand before letting his arm go limp at his side.

"What do you want?" Dream asked after a long pause as he stared at George's pale face and his chest rising and falling faintly.

"This is your target. He's down town. Shouldn't take you long if you run. Red building, blue doors." Bad said as he handed Dream a picture of a man. Dream took it before looking down at George. "Get to it, mutt."

Dream growled at him before leaving. He gripped the picture tightly in his hand as he ran. Not stopping until he got to the building Bad described before going inside.

"Hello, sir, how may I help you, today?" The man asked with a smile. Dream looked at him and then the picture, it's his target. "You feeling okay?" He asked, coming closer to Dream. This caught him off guard because no one ever asked him if he was okay.

"I..." Dream began but paused when he noticed the man reaching for something on his table. It was a white rag.

"Here, you're sweating. Use this." He said and came over to Dream. He didn't know why he was hesitating or letting the other get closer. The man held the rag out to him and Dream slowly took it. He seemed nice and worried about others he didn't even know. Why would Bad want this man dead in the first place? Especially by his hands.

A sweet scent caught Dream's attention on the rag and he breathed it in before feeling his body instantly go lax as he staggered, dropping to his hands and knees. His vision going in and out. The man chuckled lightly as he walked over and kicked Dream's shoulder. He fell back with a grunt of pain.

"W-what was that?" Dream mumbled, his body felt like it was tied down. He couldn't move. All he could do was try and not fall asleep.

"It's a sedative. You won't be awake for much longer." He said as he leaned down and ran his fingers over his cheek and then down to his chin. He moved Dream's head side to side as he looked him over. "I think I'll keep you."
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Dream woke up. His heart pounding away behind his ribs as pain coursed through his lower half. Everything from the waist down hurt, his hips, thighs, and other places that shouldn't be hurting in that way. He shakily reached out around him before his hand hit into a nightstand. He dug his nails into the wood and pulled. His body slowly rolling to its side. His stomach hurt like crazy too. Every small movement had pain shooting through him.

"Well, look who's awake." He grinned, looking him up and down in approval.

Dream shot him the best glare he could as tears welled up in his eyes. He never cried because he was in pain before. But this pain was something he never felt. It made his entire being felt wrong. This wasn't right. This couldn't be right. This wasn’t supposed to happen was it?

"Look at me." The man ordered. The blond looked at the man again. Panic evident on his face as a single tear rolled down his cheek, wetting the old tear marks he already had. "Do you know how hard it is to hold back when you cry like that?" The man growled as he gripped Dream by the throat. "I wanted to give you time to heal but it seems you'll just have to bare it for a bit longer.”

"S-stop." Dream wheezed. Too weak to get the man away from him. He couldn't lose now. He didn't even know how long he'd been there. George could be dead. The man brought his face closer to Dream's, his foul breath fanning over his face and neck.

"Keep trying to fight back, it's cute seeing how helpless you are." He chuckled and licked up the side of Dream's face. The blond cringed intently as he clawed at the man's hands.

"No, s-stop." Dream begged now, lungs burning. He needed to get away. Needed to leave this horrible place. His vision was going black around the edges.

"I'll break your fucking arms if you keep scratching me." The man growled as he unbuckled his belt.

Dream struggled as much as he could but it was no use and squeezed his eyes shut. A loud bang sounded through the room as the grip around his neck loosened and warm liquid splattered across his face. He opened his eyes and stared up at the man who was now gripping his own neck that was bleeding out all over the blond. The man choked on his own blood before toppling over in bed next to him.

"Fuck, dude, what the fuck." Sapnap said as he rushed over. "Oh my-fuck, fuck, okay, I'm gonna get you out of here."

"Need George." Dream coughed as he tried to sit up but everything hurt too much.

"Fuck George. We need to get you help. Where's the closest doctor..." Sapnap mumbled the last part to himself.

"Train tracks." Dream mumbled.

"Fuck, okay, I'm gonna pick you up." Sapnap said and slowly picked Dream up who winced in pain and felt sick to his stomach. "I'm sorry... need to get your clothes... I don't see them, okay, we'll just use this blanket." He wrapped the blanket around Dream as much as he could before carrying him out of the building. He was in a weird side room from the office that Dream had been in before. Everyone stared at him in horror seeing all the blood on them and hearing the gun shot. No one stopped them as they left.

Sapnap went as fast as he could all the way to the train tracks and followed them. The other kept saying sorry every time Dream winced or made a pained sound. The blond struggled to stay awake and not pass out. Every step the other took felt like he was dying in his arms.

"There it is, fucking finally." Sapnap huffed, red in the face from carrying Dream and walking for so long. Once at the door he knocked loudly until Bad opened the door looking at them both.

“Is it done?” Bad asked. Dream nodded and winced as Sapnap shifted slightly and walked in as Bad held the door open for them. “Set him on the bed.” The cloaked man said as he led them into his lab. George was laid in a bed looking pale but he was definitely still breathing. Sapnap walked over to the other bed and was about to put Dream down but Sapnap stopped for a moment.

“What happened to George? His men said Dream ran off with him. The only reason I found him in that fuckers office was because a friend saw him go into the building.” Sapnap said as he stared at Bad.

“George picked a fight with someone that would never lose.” Bad chuckled lightly. “For my services I sent Dream off to kill someone for me but… it seems you helped him with that.”

“That bastard was… he fucking deserved to die.” Sapnap said and tried to set Dream down but then noticed how violently the other was shaking and clinging to him. “What’s wrong?” Sapnap asked when Dream wouldn’t let go of him.

“No… bed.” Dream got out and Sapnap understood what he meant and felt his heart break.

“He’s dead, Dream. He won’t hurt you again.” Sapnap soothed. He never saw Dream like this before and they’d known each other since they were kids. “I’ll be right here.”

“No.” Dream said again, looking pale. Sapnap felt the blanket getting wet as he lifted his hand. His palm speared red with blood. The blond was still bleeding.

“Lay him on the table then, I’ll get to work.” Bad said. Sapnap nodded and went to the table, Dream allowing himself to be set on the table. He let out a shaken breath as he just sunk into the pain, letting his mind wander somewhere else. Bad and Sapnap’s voices were muffled. He felt himself be moved but as he blinked his eyes stayed shut for long and long under he eventually passed out.

Sapnap watched Dream in worry. He knew what that bastard had done and now that he wasn’t panicking about his friend dying it was really setting in now. He wanted to help Dream as much as he could and he was glad he got there when he did. Bad removes the blanket from around Dream and patched him up as best as he could. Sapnap watched the entire time as his stomach turned and his heart broke more and more. The damage was done and it would take awhile for Dream to physically heal. He was worried about that but he was more worried about the mental wounds the blond definitely had.

“Did you… know this would happen to him?” Sapnap finally asked Bad. The cloaked man seemed way to calm about all of this.

“It was a possibility. I didn’t think Dream would fall for his innocent act so fast.” Bad said, running a wash cloth over Dream’s chest and stomach.

Sapnap bit his tongue hard. He knew he couldn’t win against Bad. Even if he really wanted to put a bullet in the man’s head and take Dream out of there. But the blond needed Bad to stay alive, so did George. Sapnap glanced at George and the bandages around his stomach. That’s when it hit him.

“You’re the one that hurt George?” Sapnap asked and Bad nodded his head, not looking up from Dream. “You’re fucking lucky you’re the only doctor around here for miles.” Sapnap growled.

“I’m well aware.” Bad chuckled lightly. “Well, I did all I can do for now. Get him in that bed on his side.” Had said as he pointed to the bed and began to clean up the table around Dream. Sapnap sighed as he very slowly and carefully picked up the blond and brought him to the bed. He laid him down and pulled the blankets over his naked body before taking a seat on the floor between the two beds to watch Dream and George. “Sure, make yourself at home.” Bad rolled his eyes as he watched them. Sapnap shot the other a glare before going back to watching.

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Dream woke up aching all over but he wasn't in as much pain as before. His heart dropped when he realized he was in a bed and leaned over the bed before his hand made contact with the ground he landed on the floor with a soft thud. He grimaced slightly but he didn't care much for his own feelings as he looked over at George. He reached out and grasped the other's cold hand and held it tightly as he moved closer and stared at the other.

"Dream? What are you doing out of bed? You need to rest." Sapnap said, walking up to Dream wrapped in his blankets and on the floor holding George's hand. He moved to pick up the blond then stopped when he noticed Dream wasn't responding to him at all. "Hey, Dream, you okay?" He tried again but got nothing. He sighed and slowly touched the other's shoulder. That snapped Dream out of his thoughts and he growled at him and he moved to punch Sapnap. It was slower than normal so Sapnap dodged it easily.

"Don't touch me!" Dream yelled. The shock of hearing Dream so loud made Sapnap flinch visibly. His eyes wide as he stared at the other who realized who he had yelled at and began to sob, sinking onto the floor more in a tight ball.

"Dream, hey, it's okay, how about I get you back in bed?" Sapnap tried to sooth him. He didn't know if he could touch the other or not and didn't want to make him more upset. He knelt down to his level and stayed close, watching the other sob and shake his head. "It's okay... I'll stay right here."

The blond kept crying and held George's hand until he couldn't cry anymore. His head hurt, his body still hurt, he felt nauseous from the pain. Sapnap fiddled with his sleeves as he waited, wishing he had tortured the man that did this to his friend. Make him pay for all this pain he caused.

"Dream... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have ever gotten you involved with all of this. I didn't think this would happen." Sapnap mumbled. Dream sniffled as he looked at Sapnap.

"You didn't know..." Dream mumbled, forcing himself to stand, body swaying. “Where are my clothes?"

"I got you clean ones." Sapnap said as he got up and got the clothes. "They should be comfortable and warm."

"The ones George got me... where are they?" Dream said, staring at the clothes that were unfamiliar to him.

"I couldn't find them, remember?" Sapnap said gently.

Dream sighed and took the clothes before going behind the curtain and changed. It felt like an eternity but he managed to get them on himself. He noticed how bruised his hips and thighs were. Another wave of nausea came over him again making his mouth water. With shaken legs he limped back out and went to sit on the floor next to George's bed when Sapnap stopped him and pushed the chair over. Dream gave him a thankful look before sitting in the chair.

"Oh, look who's awake." Bad said as he came waltzing in looking very smug with himself. Dream shot him a glare and growled at him in response. "Easy now, mutt. I'm taking good care of you and your master."

"Don't talk to him like he's a dog." Sapnap said, looking pissed now.

"But he is a guard dog after all. It's only right to talk to him as such." Bad laughed as he went over to his table and began to mix things together before taking a needle and filled it. "This will help with infections. Come here." He said and pointed the needle at Dream. The blond shook his head. He didn't like needles. They hurt. "Dream, come here, now."

"Dream, I think you need to take the shot." Sapnap said gently. "Can't you come over here and do it? He's still limping. He needs to rest."

"Ordering me around in my own home, how rude." Bad mused as he walked over to him. "Give me your arm." He ordered. Dream slowly stuck his arm out and looked away, squeezing his eyes shut as he gripped George's hand.

Bad gave him the shot in a not so gentle way making Dream whine in pain but he didn't pull away. Once it was done and over with Dream scooted away from Bad and was half on George's bed, half on the chair. Bad walked back to his table and got a new needle. He came back and gave George the same shot. Dream's eyes were burning holes in the cloaked man at this point. That's when Dream's stomach growled loudly making him look away.

"You must be hungry. I have soup warming up over the fire in the other room. I'll get you two some." Bad hummed as he left and came back with two bowls. "Eat up me don't waste any." Dream sniffed the food suspiciously. "I didn't drug it."

"I'm kinda with Dream on this one. I don't trust you." Sapnap said as he went to put the bowl down.

"I told you not to waste any." Bad said in an icy cold tone. Give it here." He snapped. Sapnap held the bowl out and he took out his own spoon and ate some. "See, it's fine." He said with his mouth full. He did the same to Dream's. The blond still looked unsure but then ate when he saw Sapnap eating. It was like he couldn't taste anything as he ate slowly but by the third spoonful he felt nauseous and set it down. He couldn't stomach anymore. Sapnap sighed as he watched Dream.

"I could go get you those cakes you like from town?" Sapnap offered. Dream shook his head and looked like he wanted to just curl up in a dark place and never be seen again. "You need to eat more."

Dream didn't respond and after a while Sapnap gave up, thinking of ways to get Dream to eat. The blond got up and walked out of the room. Sapnap followed, worried about what the blond would do. Dream wiped the tears away as he walked until he got to the door and flung it open. It was late evening at this point and the sun was slipping into the horizon. The blond sat on the steps and shivered.

"Please don't watch me..." Dream mumbled softly. Sapnap leaned against the doorway with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

"I'm sorry. I just... I'm worried about you." Sapnap said as he went over to Dream and sat next to him.

"I'm fine." Dream mumbled, bottom lip trembling as he tried to keep it together. With every soft breeze that washed over them the more it felt like a knife was being stabbed into Dream's chest repeatedly.

Sapnap hold his arm out for Dream until the blond scooted over and buried himself into his side. Sapnap wrapped his jacket around Dream and held him close. Listened to his soft sobs as he cried himself out again. The brunette didn't know what to say to make the other feel better. Deep down he knew there wasn't anything to say but that still didn't change him wanting to help. Dream was really his best friend and he felt responsible for all of this happening.
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"When will George wake up?" Sapnap asked as he watched Bad tend to George's wounds. The Brit hadn't opened his eyes since he got there.

"Could be any minute now or in days. It's really up to him when he wakes up." Bad said as he finished up. "Where's the dog at?"

"His name is Dream and he isn't a dog." Sapnap snapped. Bad just rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. He came back moments later with Dream shuffling along behind him. The blond had dark circles under his eyes and looked exhausted.

"Up on the table." Bad ordered and Dream instantly followed. Sitting on the table, eyes unfocused, and lips in a little pout. Sapnap thought the pout was cute then shook his head to try and not think about that. "Open your mouth... looks good." Bad hummed as he examined Dream. The blond didn't seem to process anything that was happening to him and once Bad was done Dream was left staring at the wall like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Dream, wanna go for a walk?" Sapnap said gently. Dream shook his head. "Okay, how about we play a card came then?" Again Dream shook his head. "You just wanna sit next to George?" Dream nodded his head at that and slowly got off the table and went back to his spot. He still seemed upset. "Want me to push the other bed over so you can lay down too?"

"No beds." Dream shook his head. Sapnap had been finding him sleeping in a chair, on the floor, or under the bed.

"Would you lay in bed if you could lay in George's?" Sapnap asked, that seemed to peak the other's interest. Dream slowly nodded and Sapnap went over to them. He very gently and carefully my over George over and the second there was enough room Dream climbed onto the bed and curled up against George's side. Sapnap watched for a moment before forcing himself to step out and sigh.

"You wish it was you he curled up with." Bad said, appearing out of thin air it seemed. Sapnap gasped as he looked at the man in shock, startled by his random appearance.

"No." Sapnap lied as he looked away. Bad chuckled as he went about teasing Sapnap until he went back inside to get away from Bad. The cloaked man followed him though and didn't stop until they both were met with an empty bed where Dream and George were staying. "What the- where did they go?" Sapnap gasped as he looks around in confusion. "George? Dream?"

"The pup must've taken George back home. I'm sure they'll be fine. George's stitches shouldn't open up as long as he's kept calm." Bad shrugged as he began to clean up the empty beds. Sapnap on the other hand was freaking out. He ran out the door and down the train tracks.

"Dream?! Dream, where are you?!" He called but didn't see them or hear a response back. "Fuck..." He didn't think they got that far but as he ran and was out of breath he couldn't tell if he had went as far as he thought. "Damn it..."

Back at Dream's old hideout he had George laying on all the blankets he considered as his bed. Watching over his sleeping master like a dog he waited. He had a feeling the other would wake up soon. When the other did he would take such good care of George and show him how good he is. Dream sighed and laid down next to George, watched his chest rise and fall peacefully.

“I’m sorry, master… ‘m not a good guard dog…” Dream mumbled, wishing George would wake up now and hold him. He just wanted his master to hold him. That was all. That’s all he needed, right? It would make all the bad thoughts go away. Yeah, only George can make the bad go away. Master, master, please wake up.

Dream gritted his teeth as tears began to spill. He didn’t like crying. The first time he ever cried was four years ago. Now he was crying all the time it felt like. He hated it. Slowly he scooted closer to George and pressed his face against the other and inhaled sharply. Breathing in his master’s scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Dream? Are you in there?” Sapnap called softly from the other side of the fake wall. Dream flinched and bolted upright. He had been so focused on George he didn’t notice anyone approaching. “Dream?”

“Yeah.” Dream mumbled and watched Sapnap come inside.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you two. Are you okay? What happened? You just randomly left.” Sapnap said and Dream felt anxiety clawing at his throat as he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve.

“Needed to leave.” Dream mumbled and Sapnap sighed as he sat next to him.

“I’m glad you’re okay at least. You know you can tell me anything, right? I’ll help you.” Sapnap assured, wanting to tuck a strand of hair behind Dream’s ear but he didn’t want to frighten him.

“I know… thank you for… looking for us.” Dream mumbled and before he could think he hugged Sapnap tightly. The other was taken aback but quickly recovered as he hugged back in seconds and patted his back gently. “Thank you…”

“Of course, Dream. I’ll always be there for you… no matter what. How about we get George back to his home?” Sapnap smiled.

“No, safer here.” Dream said and Sapnap had a feeling Dream would say that.

“But his staff will be looking for him and you. It would probably be for the best to go back. I’ll help you carry him.” Sapnap said and Dream frowned deeply as he thought about it.

“Okay…”

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"Dream..." George mumbled, the sound of the other's voice so close to his ear made him gasp. He scrambled to sit up in George's bed.

"Master? Master!" Dream said happily as he hugged the man. George smiled a little but he was so hunger and thirsty.

"Water?" George mumbled and Dream got him water. The blond helped sit George up to drink. The man drank as much as he could before moving his head away. Dream set the cup down and went back to hugging George.

"Master... happy you're awake." Dream said and nuzzled his face into his neck.

"What happened? How long have I been asleep for?" George said, looking around his room in confusion. He felt light headed and was starving. He was so hungry his stomach hurt.

"A few days..." Dream said and just then Sapnap came in.

"You're awake! Finally, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?" Sapnap asked as he came over. The room fell silent apart from all of them breathing. George stared at Sapnap for a long moment.

"You were there when I was asleep, weren't you? With Bad and Dream?" George said and Sapnap nodded.

"I was there. I wanted to make sure you and Dream were okay after everything." Sapnap said, George's attention going to Dream now.

"Why wouldn't Dream be okay?" George asked slowly, looking at the blond now. He saw the dark circles under his eyes, faint bruising around his neck, how Dream looked like he hadn't ate anything in days.

"I... Dream, do you wanna step out for a moment?" Sapnap asked and Dream shook his head. He didn't want to leave his Master's side now that he was awake. He felt like if he left George would fall back into a coma. "Is it okay I tell George what happened?"

Dream nodded and pressed himself into George's side. The Brit wrapped his arm around him and petted his head. Sapnap leaned towards George and whispered what happened. Dream could hear Sapnap but he zoned out and felt George go rigged against him.

"What? No... that... fuck." George mumbled, never stopping his hand that continued to pet Dream. The blond muzzled his head against George's palm and sighed softly. Now that George was awake and okay exhaustion tugged at his bones. Sapnap and George talked until they realized Dream had fallen asleep. By then George had gotten a rundown of everything that had happened while he was in his coma. It seemed that he had a lot of work to do and his first order of business was to kill Bad even if that meant putting himself at risk of dying again.

"I'll go get you some food. You must be starving." Sapnap said as he left the room. George sighed as he watched him go and then looked down at Dream. He smiled a little as he petted his head still.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." George mumbled as he pulled the other closer. Dream whined in his sleep when moved but stayed asleep. "I know, it's okay..."

Sapnap came back with a tray of food and drinks. George ate what he could before feeling nauseous. He groaned softly as he put his head back and sighed. Dream seemed alarmed by George groaning, thinking something was wrong or the other was hurt. The blond tensed and looked at George.

"Sssshhh, it's okay, Dream. I'm fine." George mumbled, petting his head gently. "I just ate too fast. I need to rest... tomorrow will be better." The Brit said as his head began to lull to the side and he fell asleep.

Dream pressed himself against George more and tried to calm down. He didn't understand why it was so hard for him to calm down. Every little sounds was scaring him and he felt panicked. Even when Sapnap was in the room it made him on edge. He knew Sapnap would never hurt him but he was scared. He didn't like this at all.

"Hey Dream, I brought you some food." Sapnap said as he walked in and noticed George was asleep. "I'll leave it here." He said and set it on the table next to the bed. Dream nodded, staring at him with wide eyes, like an owl. "You okay?"

Dream shrugged after a long pause. He would never be okay but his master was back so he could pretend to be fine. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest as he looked away from them both. George seemed to sense that someone was in the room with them. He opened one of his eyes and grumbled something incoherent.

"What?" Sapnap asked as he came closer.

"What's wrong?" George mumbled before pulling Dream close. The blond seemed to melt into the touch and it made Sapnap's chest grow tight. George watched Sapnap's reaction and grinned devilishly. "Sapnap, get in here too." George ordered. Dream was too caught up in his own little world to pay the two any attention.

"Get in the bed? With you two?" Sapnap asked in confusion.

"Get in bed." George said, giving him a look that made Sapnap follow his orders. Sapnap awkwardly got into the bed and made sure there was space between him and Dream who was peaking at him. "There, now relax."

They all laid there in silence as Dream kept looking between Sapnap and George. He wanted to be close to both and slowly he reached his hand out to Sapnap who in turn slowly took his hand and held it. They laid like that until Dream got more comfortable and began to scoot closer to Sapnap while still being glued to George. When Dream couldn't move over anymore he looked stressed. Sapnap scooted closer and hugged Dream who relaxed and closed his eyes. He was asleep in seconds.

"He does like you." George hummed, petting the top of Dream's head. "I'll share him with you if you'd like."

"Share him? Dude, he was literally traumatized and you're thinking about that?" Sapnap all but snapped at the other.

"I mean share him as in be with him. My puppy gets what he wants from now on." George said lovingly down at the other who nuzzled himself again George more. Sapnap stared at him for a very long time until he eventually nodded.

"Only if Dream also wants it." Sapnap said.

"Of course." George hummed, running his hand up and down Dream's back. "He's a good boy. Good boys deserve reward."

Sapnap fell silent as he laid there and watched Dream sleep. He wondered what the other thought, how he felt, how he could help him. All the brunette watched was for Dream to be okay. He wished he never told him about this job. He put him in so much danger but still Dream didn't blame him. It was the strangest thing and Sapnap didn't know how to act around him anymore.

"I can hear you thinking, Nick." George said. The name sounding so unnatural coming from the Brit.

"Whatever you say, George." Sapnap mumbled before closing his eyes as he tried to settle his mind.

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Dream woke up hours later between the two sleeping men. He yawned softly and pressed his face against Sapnap's chest. The other man held him tightly while George's arms were around his waist. He felt so... safe. Like everything would be okay if he stayed there.

"You awake?" Sapnap mumbled softly. Dream nodded, peaking up at him. "How are you feeling?" Dream shrugged and Sapnap ran his fingers through his curls. "How about we go for a walk later?" Dream thought about it for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Let's go get breakfast." Sapnap said as he sat up, taking Dream with him. The blond looked at George, anxious about leaving his side. "He'll be okay, Dream."

"What if he's not?" Dream asked, looking scared. It made Sapnap's heart drop.

"I promise he'll be okay." Sapnap assured and took his hand. Dream followed him out, looking back at George until he was out of sight. Sapnap led them down to the kitchen and they got bread, some sort of stew, and some cookies. Dream of course ate his cookies first. He seemed disappointed that they were gone so Sapnap held his out. Dream instantly took them and ate happily. "They're good?" Sapnap mused, grinning at him.

"They are... you should have some." Dream said and held half a cookie out. He shook his head and gestured for Dream to eat it which the blond did without hesitation. Sapnap chuckled lightly and Dream gave him a questioning look, head tilted.

"You just look cute." Sapnap admitted and Dream blinked a few times as his cheeks went red. He wasn't really used to compliments.

"Oh, thanks." Dream said as he stuffed bread into his mouth so he didn't need to talk. He didn't know what to say. Being cute wasn't something he thought he could be cable of being. Sapnap smiled and ate his own food. They spent time together until George woke up late in the afternoon. Then Dream went back to George and Sapnap lingered. George knew Sapnap would be too nervous to ask for what they talked about before

"Dream, you've been such a good boy." George praised. The blond smiled happily and nodded, taking in all the pets George gave him. "My puppy deserves a reward, don't you think?"

"Reward?" Dream asked curiously.

"Yes, a reward. A reward that Sapnap should give you only if you want it." George said. Both of them looked at Sapnap who was basically standing in the corner next to the bed looking awkward.

"Only if you want to." Sapnap said and Dream looked at them both in confusion still. "The reward would make you feel good.”

"Oh... oh." Dream said, realizing what they meant. His stomach felt weird as he thought about it. George made him feel good so Sapnap must be able to do it too. He didn’t think they would hurt him. "Okay." He finally said, nodding his head slowly.

"Okay?" Sapnap asked in surprise.

"Okay." George said and pulled Dream's shirt over his head and off. Dream blushed, crossing his arms over his chest to cover himself. He didn't know why he was feeling like this. He never cared being naked in front of George but with Sapnap it felt different. "Come here, Sapnap." The brunette seemed to be frozen when George's voice snapped him out of it. He crawled onto the bed and sat before Dream's legs. "Give puppy his reward."

Sapnap looked at Dream for any signs that he wanted to stop but when he got none he leaned in and kissed the other gently. Dream's eyes slid shut as he kissed back, a shiver going up his spine as Sapnap touched his shoulders and let his hands roam his chest. Taking one of his nipples between his thumb and pointer finger tugging lightly. The sound that left Dream's lips made Sapnap twitch in his pants as he kissed him harder. The blond tried to keep up, whimpering as Sapnap's tongue slid over his own. George watched, admiring the view for a bit until he got turned on seeing them both turned on.

George moved closer and pulled down Dream's pants. The blond now completely naked. Sapnap took the opportunity to jerk Dream off causing the blond to moan loudly. Slapping a hand over his mouth he blushed.

"Puppy is embarrassed." George cooed. “It’s okay, you can make all the noise you want.”

"I'm not..." Dream mumbled but it was obvious he was. Sapnap smiled as he kissed Dream's neck and chest, moving lower. Kissing down his stomach. It tickled and Dream squirmed some as he watched Sapnap. The other grinned up at him before taking Dream into his mouth. The blond's eyes slid shut as they worshiped every part of his body. George sucked on his neck, nibbling the sensitive skin. Dream’s legs fell open more and his hand found its way into Sapnap’s hair. “F-feels good.” Sapnap bobbed his head faster, sucked harder, listening to Dream moan and whine. “I-I can-“

“No, you’re getting a reward, pup.” George cut him off, not wanting Dream thinking he needed to return the favor. Dream nodded, opening his mouth to speak when Sapnap moved lower and licked at his hole. He let out a yelp, surprised by the feeling. He didn’t try to move away but instead tugged on Sapnap’s hair, wanting more.

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Sapnap sat petting his hand through blond curls as he watched Dream sleep. The events from before fresh on his mind. Dream moaning loudly as he got ate out, George kissing his neck, leaving hickeys over the fading bruises. The face Dream made when he finally came, how sleepy and cute he looked curling up after his second orgasm. Sapnap wanted to give him three but the blond was trembling so much after the second he gave him mercy. He ignored his own hard on, letting it go away as he took care of Dream. George watched it all, of course he did, admiring how pretty his pet looked. He knew Sapnap wouldn't take too much, he knew where to draw the line.

"Thank you for getting me a new dog." George said and Sapnap's hand stopped.

"He's not a dog." Sapnap said. "He's a guard, human, he has feeling, George."

"Of course." George hummed and Sapnap gave him a sharper look.

"Maybe you should go to one of your other hide outs. It would be safer for Dream. He needs to heal more and keeping him out of your business would be for the best." Sapnap said firmly, his tone cold, staring through George. The other chuckled lightly.

"I see... you finally have a taste and you want it all to yourself." George taunted, watching Sapnap grit his teeth.

"That's not it. He got hurt because of you. Separating him from you will keep him safe." Sapnap snapped. "He can't go through that shit ever again."

"I won't let it happen again, I'll keep him safe." George assured then rang the bell. A maid came in instantly.

"Sir." She smiled.

"Bring us food and drinks." George said and she nodded before leaving. "I'll take him to another location. We'll head out in two days. In the mean time, I need you to watch Dream while I wrap some things up."

"You won't let him go, will you?" Sapnap sighed and George chuckled.

"You know me well." George said as he looked down at Dream. "He's mine, I plan on keeping it that way for as long as I can."

Sapnap fell silent as he stayed close to Dream, his hand carding through soft curls. He thought about getting Dream out of there, somewhere far away from everything. He could keep Dream safe, he was sure of it. The carts of food and drinks arrived and soon after that George left them. He went to the infirmary where he sat on an exam table.

"It's rude to keep guests waiting." Bad said, leaning against the wall across from him, hood up, casting his face in shadows.

"Just do what you have to do." George grumbled.

"Fine, as you wish, my lord." Bad rolled his eyes and stepped forward, he changed his bandages, putting medicine over the stitches. "You need to take it easy or you'll bleed to death."

"I'm well aware. After today... if I ever see you again, if you come near him again… I'll kill you." George growled lowly, eyes dark.

"You're really no fun." Bad chuckled as he gave him a shot before putting a small bandage over the spot. "All done." He said, looking at his work.

"Get out of my sight." George snapped as he stood and left the room before Bad could say anything else to him. He ordered his maids to pack his things and get the horses ready then sent his men to take care of business while he was away.

By the time he went back to his room it was late into the evening. Dream instantly perked up when he saw him, excited the other was back. Sapnap had tried to sneak them out but there were guards at every door and window so he gave up after a while. The guards knew to keep them in the mansion.

"Hello, pup." George greeted warmly, patting Dream's head.

"Hello, Master." Dream said back, letting George led him to the bathroom and shut the door behind them. "Master?"

"Have you had a bath today?" George asked and Dream shook his head. "Strip and get in." He gestured to the bath tub, all sorts of flower petals floating on the water. The blond went over to the tub, it was so pretty and smelled amazing. He got undressed and stepped in before sinking into the water. It felt nice, the water the right temperature. The petals floated around him making him wiggle a little because it tickled some.

"Where were you today? I looked around but couldn't find you." Dream asked softly.

"Is puppy worried about his Master?" George asked as he began to wet Dream’s hair then wash it.

"Yes, I am worried." Dream nodded, sitting up some to check him over. "You look tired. You need rest. Are you wounds okay?" George was taken aback. Dream genuinely looked worried, even sounded worried for his wellbeing. His chest felt tight as he cupped the other's face.

"Don't worry about me, okay?" George said softly, petting his thumb over his cheek. The blond slowly nodded before leaning against the side of the tub. George washed him from head to toe and once done he dried the other off and brushed his hair. Taking his time with the other until he was happy that all the tangles were gone he led Dream into his room and picked out some pajamas for him. A black silk shirt and shorts. Sapnap sat at the end of the bed watching George dress Dream before kissing his forehead. "Good boy." Dream smiled happily, practically glowing from the attention and praise. George led him to the bed and set him down. "Do you want a bath too?" George asked Sapnap teasingly who shook his head.

"I can do that myself, thanks though." Sapnap mumbled awkwardly before disappearing into the bathroom leaving the two. George grinned as he stood between Dream's thighs.

"Does puppy want his reward for taking his bath so well?" George hummed, cupping his face. Dream gave a nod, staring up at him so innocently. "Your reward is anything you want."

"I can pick anything?" Dream asked and George nodded. The blond fell silent for a few moments, thinking carefully. "Can I have the cakes from the bakery in town?"

"You want... cakes?" George asked in surprise. Dream nodded eagerly and George couldn't help but laugh. "Of course you can, pup." He nodded before sitting next to him. Dream snuggled up to his side happily. George sighed as he wrapped his arms around him and pulled Dream down, staring up at the ceiling as he held him close. "Get some rest." Dream nuzzled his cheek against his chest. George stayed up, knowing Dream fell asleep by his breathing and heart rate. Mindlessly he played with the other's hair. Sapnap walked in wearing George's clothes a little while later.

"I didn't say you could borrow those." He hummed, eyes on the brunette.

"I need permission now?" Sapnap shot back and George rolled his eyes.

"Get in bed." George said. "Or don't."

"Harsh." Sapnap snorted, the sound caused the blond to stir. The two froze as Dream settled down, still fast sleep.

George gave him a look and pointed at the bed. The motion stern. Sapnap came over and got into bed on the other side of Dream, making it a point to keep eye contact the entire time as he cuddled up to Dream. The blond sighed softly in his sleep as he was sandwiched between the two.
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"Where are we going?" Dream asked as he watched George from his spot on the bed eating the cake George had one of his maids get from the bakery Dream liked.

"To my other house for a bit. Home away from home, like a vacation." George said as he put their bags next to the door. Sapnap helped him silently, making sure they had everything.

"Oh... for how long?" Dream asked, fidgeting with a button on his shirt.

"Not sure yet." George shrugged as he turned to the blond. "Let's get you dressed for the day." George smiled as he went over to the clothes he had set out and looked at the other. "Arms up." He instructed, nodding in approval as Dream instantly does what he's told. George dresses him in a dark green sweater and black pants, simple and comfortable.

"Thank you, master." Dream said as he stood in front of the Brit.

"Of course, now, let's head out, we have a long journey." George said as he rung the bell and maids instantly came in and grabbed their bags. Dream followed George out of the mansion and to the carriages waiting for them. He gestures for Dream to get in and stopped Sapnap from following. "I need to speak to Dream privately. Ride in the other one." George said before getting in behind Dream and shutting the door before Sapnap could say anything. Dream sat on the soft seat of the carriage looking out the window as George sat directly next to him. A few moments later they started to move. Dream's hand flew to the seat to balance himself, still not used to being in a carriage. His hand landing on top of George's but he doesn't notice, too focused on not falling off his seat as they went over some bumps. George watched him, amused by his reaction. The ride began to smooth out after a few moments. Dream slowly moved his hand off of George's, realizing he was basically holding the other's hand this whole time.

"Master?" Dream said after a long moment.

"Yes?" George hummed, eyes on him still.

"I... so at the new place, what's it like?" Dream asked, turning to look at him now.

"It's nice like the one here. All my houses are nice. This one is on the country side, nice sunroom full of plants, a pond and river close to the home and barn, surrounded by fields and forest, away from everyone and everything." George said almost dreamily. He hadn't been there in a few years, not after-

It'll be a nice change, safer…

"That sounds nice." Dream said as he scooted closer to George until he was pressed against his side.

"Yes... Dream?" George said as he looked down at him.

"Yes, Sir?" Dream said, looking up at him.

"Take your pants off." George said, Dream's cheeks burned as he stood and slowly pulled his pants off. "Underwear too." George said as he just undid his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking himself as he watched Dream. "Come here." Dream did what he was told and let out a startled gasped as he was pulled onto George's lap, straddling him. George silently pulled out a bottle of oil from under the seat and coated his fingers in it before sliding two inside Dream. The blond whined, the digits sunk into him without much resistance. "Guess you don't need to be prepped much." George chuckled as he slid a third in.

"Master." Dream whined, hips grinding down onto George's fingers instinctively.

"Such a good boy, always doing so good." George cooed, loving how Dream tightened around his fingers every time he spoke. The blond let out a whine as he was left empty but not for long. "Eyes on me, puppy." They locked eyes as the head popped in then George gripped his waist hard and slammed him down.

Dream let out a yelp, eyes wide as he was filled to the brim, fully seated on George's cock. He fell forward, holding only George for dear life. Face pressed against the Brit’s neck as he tried to get used to the feeling. Let gasps and whimpers left his parted lips. His cheeks a cute pink color to match his lips.

"Wish I could stay in you all day..." George groaned as he picked Dream up by the waist before slamming him down again. The pace brutal and the angle right every single time. George kneaded the flesh of Dream's ass, using it as leverage as he lifted his hips up to meet halfway. The rocking of the carriage only adding to the force of his thrusts.

"S-sir!" Dream moaned, fucked so hard he was seeing stars in his blurred vision. His insides felt like they were being rearranged. George slapped his ass hard making Dream's back arch. "P-please, f-fuck..." That earned him a few more spanks. Each progressively getting harder. The sharp sting sent hot white pleasure straight to his dick.

"You gonna be a good boy and come for me?" George purred, trying hard to keep his voice steady but the way Dream kept clenching around him like a vise was driving him crazy. "You take it so well, Dream."

"Y-yes, yes!" Dream whined, his cock bouncing between them, the head red and dripping.

George kissed him hard, forcing his tongue into his mouth, tasting him. He didn't understand how the blond always tasted so sweet. The cake this morning definitely helped with that. The Brit wanted to devour him, take everything and more. George cupped Dream's face as he let the blond move on his own as they kept kissing. Dream's hips slowed and he wasn't making those pretty sounds anymore. The blond let out a huff between kisses. Shifting his hips some more he let out another sound.

"What's wrong, love?" George mumbled, keeping their faces close. Finding it adorable how frustrated Dream looked.

"I-I don't like moving on my own." Dream pouted, frustrated that he couldn't get the angle right. Grinding down on George like this did feel nice but he wanted more, needed more.

"Is that so? Does Puppy need help?" George cooed, hands running down his sides before grabbing his ass tightly. Dream nodded his head as he pressed back into his grasp. "Use your words, love." He kissed his neck, biting the sensitive skin before licking over it to sooth the sting.

"Fuck me." Dream begged. "Please, Master, please." Dream let out a whimper as George pulled out of him and set him on the seat. "M-master? W-wait, I-I can do b-better-" He panicked, thinking he did something wrong, disoriented as he tried to follow.

"Sshh, love, one moment. We aren't stopping." George soothed, kissing his forehead as he pulled a lever and the seat making the back drop so it was like a bed. He wanted more room and the back of the seat was getting in the way. “Isn’t that better?" George asked, settled between the other's thighs once more. Dream gave a small nod. “How do you want it, baby?”

"Every way?" Dream said, eyes glued to George's dick, wanting it back inside him.

"Every way?" George repeated, arousal shooting through him. Dream nodded, blinking up at him with half lidded eyes. "That's a good thing we have hours..." He trailed off, hands finding their way to his slim waist. Dream reached down, gripping himself tightly before jerking himself off. George gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away from his dick. "No touching, baby. Do I have to tie you up?"

"Sorry, master. Don’t wanna be tied up.” Dream mumbled, bottom lip wobbling slightly. “But I wanna come.”

"I know, pup, but you need to come untouched on my cock like the good boy you are though. You are a good boy, right?" George asked, lining himself up. Dream nodded, about to speak when George slammed into him with a satisfied groan. "What was that?" He teased.

"Sir..." Dream whined, squirming as his legs were spread more so George could see everything.

"You've filled out nicely since I've gotten you, your thighs feel amazing. So does your ass." George said, his hands running over what was his. Stopping to squeeze the soft flesh. He gave an approving nod as he pulled out before ramming back in, fucking Dream so hard the blond couldn't tell if the road had gotten bumpy again or George was making the carriage bounce and rock. The thought didn't linger for long as he reached out for the Brit. George grinned, leaning forward to give whatever the other was asking for. Dream kissed him, practically licking into his mouth.

George angled himself differently, rolling his hips deeper. Dream's eyes rolled back into his head as his toes curled, the hot feeling in his stomach was starting to burn. Thighs trembling as George slowed down, watching how when he pressed in deeper saw the outline of his dick bulging between them. Then his eyes went to Dream's cock leaking like crazy.

"You're so wet for me." George praised, praising Dream for every sound, tightening of his hole, and whatever else he could think of. George didn't stop, loving how pliant and more loud he became. Kissing the other's neck he reached down and jerked Dream off a few times.

Dream came suddenly between them hard, hole spasming, thighs trembling, and back arching beautifully. George wished he could watch the scene before him on repeat. Hips never stopping as Dream came down from his high and was left a twitching hot mess under him. That's what George remembered he could watch Dream come again, as many times as he wanted, any time he wanted. He grinned devilishly as he hiked Dream's legs up higher and fucked him into the cushions. One hand reached down, smearing the cum into Dream's skin before bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. Their eyes locked the entire time. Dream whined, overstimulated, and spent.

"Stay with me, pup, we're just getting started."