Dads Cooking (DNF)

~Chapter 3~Your Wrong~

George's eyes widen. That wasn't a toy, it wasn't a radish. It was a human eyes. Identical to sapnap eyes. From the dark brown iris all the way to the black lines streaming from the pupil. There was no mistake. But how did Dream even- and why-
Dream held up 'his' phone, George gasped as it all came together. That explained why sapnap hadn't responded to any messages for one thing, but why Dream had a phone case like sapnaps, it was sapnaps.
Dream laughed. Not a tea kettle wheeze, a happy giggle, a full maniac laugh. The kind burned into your soul that not matter how long you'll live, it'll be there.
George felt sick. He had eaten...eaten s.a.p.n.a.p.
"I'm surprised you didn't notice sooner George."
Dream said shutting off his laughter like a light switch standing up tall beginning to pace back in forth in circles around George.
"I even have some left overs! What should I make it into? A cake? Another soup? Maybe just eat it raw."
He stopped pacing in front of George and looked him dead in the eye.
"Would you like to see?"
George shook his head.
Dream tossed a hand towards George.
"Well I have gotta hand it to you I wouldn't say yes ether."
Blood dripped from the decapitated hand onto George's pants. George gagged before attempting to throw up. Dream leaned forward and grabbed him bye the face.
"Swallow it."
George swallowed without any complaint, it tasted horrible. Dream nodded satisfied removing the hand tossing it into the darkness around them out of sight.
George's entire body shook, the creaky chair tapped along with his shivering, George wanted to throw up again but kept it in.
Dream had his back face George but turned his head only to smirk.
"That isn't a face George would make."
He almost looked sad.
"Let's change that!"
Dream turned back around walking off into the dark only to return with a few unrecognizable objects in hand. He tossed them on the floor as he kneeled in front of George.
"Trust me you will love this."
Dream look directly at George's crotch.
"You catch my drift gogy?"
"D-Dream."
George couldn't tell if he was angry or frightened as Dream carefully placed his hand on top of George's privates slowly rubbing his dick through the fabric.
"Shhh George. If you gonna make noise I want to make sure you scream."
George never thought such a phrase would cause him to shiver yet it did so.
George's whole body twitched at the slow movement of dreams hand. It was uncomfortable, dreams face made his feel worse then what Dream himself was doing.
Dream carefully pulled down George's pants to the point where it squeezed the ropes down his legs loosely around his ankles, the pressure from the rope being forced to scrape down George's legs cause them to become red and bleed. All there was now was George's black boxers in the way of dreams final destination.
George yelled at himself before looking away ashamed of the tent that was slowly forming from his boxers.
Dream giggled before continuing to touch George.
"Huh, so you like this stuff?"
George refused to speak worried that a little hic or moan would be let out. He simply nodded his head his body still shifting and twitch with each touch.
"Are you sure?"
Dream said before placing a small kiss on top of George's dick through his boxers.
George nodded to reassure that he was sure he didn't like it.
"Eh you'll change your mind sooner or later."
Dream stated before lowering George avocets to final layer of George's embarrassment.
"Woah your pretty big."
A tall 8 inches stood before dreams face.
The cold air around them was uncomfortable to George. It wasn't super cold but still uncomfortable. George's checks were flushed a blood painted read color.
"Your cute."
Dream stated before going down on George not even seconds later.

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