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Dream waved goodbye to Niki, thanking her for the extra helping of pie. He promised he’d give Phil the recipe when he got back and he wished her a good night. He gazed up at the stars, feeling good, feeling happy, feeling at ease for the first time since Technoblade and Phil freed him from the prison. He walked along the Prime Path, almost skipping in his pleasant joy, jumping around creeper holes. He made a note to ask Phil for some lanterns so they could light the path up better when he felt a presence at his back. He felt an arm wrap around his waist and another settle on his shoulders before he really understood what was happening. The arms guided him into a dark alley between some of the newer buildings and threw him up against a wall. A heavy, strong, familiar body covered his smaller form, pressing him into the wall until the stone bit into his cheek.
“God, fuck, Dream,” Sam groaned into his ear, the thick line of his cock hardening along his ass. Dream froze, his breath quick in his lungs. He was alone! He had just left Niki’s city! Phil and Techno didn’t expect him home for another few hours! “I missed feeling you writhe beneath me,” Sam breathed into his ear. His teeth, his unmasked lips trailed kisses down his throat as he ground his erection on Dream’s ass.
“Please,” Dream whimpered. His vision blurred as tears formed, dripping down his cheeks as his legs were kicked open. One of Sam’s hands popped open his pants. Dream thought he had gotten over it; he had stopped getting wet whenever Technoblade or Phil got too close to him. But now, with Sam shoving his hand down into his pants, he felt his cunt slicken up again. Two of Sam’s thick fingers forced their way into his folds and, when he laughed in his ear, Dream’s cunt gushed with slick.
“I knew it, you missed me, Dream. You missed being my good, little prisoner, didn’t you? You missed taking my cock in your hole every. Fucking. Day!” Sam’s fingers thrust hard into him to emphasize each word. The stretch ached ! He hadn’t taken anything as fat as Sam in months and he was sure Sam could tell. “You even let yourself get tight again for me. I don’t even have to break a finger to get you to squeeze down on me!” Dream heard a knife flick open, then heard the fabric of his pants tearing. Sam cut off his pants, then shoved his own down enough to rub his cock under Dream’s folds.
“Please, Sam, please! Let me go, please! I don’t wa--” Sam’s hand slapped over his mouth and Dream shuddered when he smelled his own arousal. Claws pierced his thigh and his jaw dropped open to scream, but Sam stuffed soiled fabric into his mouth. Dream gagged on his own underwear, coughing against the gag. The sound of tape ripping sent Dream trying to kick Sam away, but two hands held him firm against the wall. Sam taped his mouth shut, taped the gag in his mouth and turned him around so he could see Dream’s tear soaked face. Sam’s hand caressed his cheek with a gentle touch. Dream tried to flinch it away from it, his breath harsh in his nose.
“I don’t care what you think you want, Dream. You and I both know that what you really want is my cock. You want to take my seed every day, just like old times.” There was a flicker of thought in his face and one hand closed around Dream’s throat. “I bet you missed me so badly you begged that pig to fuck you like you deserve. And I bet he refused. I’m right, aren’t I?” When Dream didn’t answer, his grip tightened around his throat. Dream tried struggling anew, only for Sam to pin his body against the wall. His vision started to fade, his struggling weakening, and he almost missed Sam’s words. “If you want me to be nice to you, you’ll answer when I talk to you. Nod for me, my little prisoner.”
Dream nodded. Sam’s hand released and Dream jerked forward as he tried to get oxygen into his lungs. Sam slammed him back against the wall and pressed the head of his cock into Dream’s cunt. His body betrayed him, dripping slick needily for the Warden’s cock as he tried begging through the gag for Sam to stop. But Sam didn’t stop.
He pushed his cock into Dream’s cunt, hissing in sick pleasure as he violated his body. Dream jerked and whimpered around the gag, feeling his walls drag and rip around Sam’s thick, thick cock. The stretch hurt so bad, Dream could feel blood mixing with his slick. When Sam hilted into him, when he could feel the Warden’s balls hit the bottom of his cunt, Sam barely gave him time to adjust. He pulled almost out then slammed deep into him. He started at a rough pace, a brutal pace, a pace that Dream knew so very well as Sam chasing down his own pleasure.
“Fuck, I missed this! I missed your tight, little cunt, sucking me in!” Sam moaned over the sound of his balls slapping his cunt, over the squelching of his cock battering such a wet hole. “I’m going to cum deep inside you, Dream. I can feel your cunt begging me inside!” Sam’s teeth grazed his skin, only to pierce into his flesh as Sam bit into his throat. Dream’s body remembered the aphrodisiacs that forced him into heat, remembered the way Sam’s cum felt when he would stuff him full, remembered the way that he fell in love with the feeling of his master raping him whenever he wanted, and Dream came hard on his master’s cock.
Eyes lidded, drool soaking the gag slowly choking him, Dream fell back into subspace, his cunt twitching for his master’s cock. Sam, realizing what had happened, only laughed.
“There’s my good whore. You never forgot your place as my toy. I’m gonna fill your womb with my seed and then I’m taking you home. I’ve got a nice cage for you, a nice collar to chain you in, and I’ll keep you safe from the people who stole you from me. You’re coming home with me and I’m never letting you go!” His master slammed into the core of him and spilled his seed into Dream’s leaking cunt.
Dream gazed at him, his face soaked with his tears, some quiet part of his brain trying to shake him out of subspace, trying to get him to struggle again. But then his master was pulling out of his cunt. A thick plug quickly replaced his cock, so he wouldn’t have to worry about feeling empty during the trip back home. The tape came off, the underwear fell out of his mouth, and Sam’s lips connected to his. Dream kissed his master hungrily, needily, begging for his master’s fat cock, begging to be bred, begging to be used properly again. His master only laughed and patted his head. A cloth with something sweet pressed against his nose and his mouth. Dream let his body weaken and welcomed the fuzzy warmth that took over his brain.
The last thing Dream saw was his master smiling so sweetly at him, promising him that they’d be home soon.