Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Fate

(Update: I read the comments afterwards. I'm sorry I forgot to put a drug use warning in here. Stay safe.)

George's POV
I felt a hand shake me, attempting to wake me up.
"Five more minutes Clay." I said groggily.
"Am I really that ugly?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say. It was apparently not Clay. I shot my eyes open and feared the sight before me. A strange man had Clay in a headlock with a gun to his head,
"Listen very carefully George." The man said. I looked at Clay and he nodded.
"I'm listening." I replied, rolling out of bed slowly.
"We are going to go through this building very carefully. You will take the lead, and tell me if the way is clear." I looked at Clay who looked calmly at me and nodded again. I nodded as well and walked to the door, letting the man adjust his grip on Clay so that the gun isn't visible to bystanders. I opened the door and looked out into the hall. It was three in the morning, no one will be here. I thought to myself. I turned back and nodded at the man and Clay. As we walked I tried to strike a conversation,
"So... what's your name?" I asked quietly.
"Techno.. keep moving." He said sternly. I kept quiet and guided the man all the way to his vehicle. It was a pickup truck with the back closed off.
"Get in the passenger seat George." I complied and sat down, looking at the other two in the rear view window. Techno stuffed Clay into the trunk forcefully, I felt myself starting to cry. Techno then got into the drivers seat and shut the door loudly, making me flinch.
He then aimed the gun at me, "do you have any weapons? Guns, taser?"
"No!" I replied immediately and kept my head down.
"If I find out you're lying, there are going to be dire consequences." He said and took the gun away, shoving it between the seat and door. He then pulled out of the spot fast and I heard a clunk sound in the back.
"Clay!" I yelled and the man tied a piece of fabric across my mouth, prohibiting me from speaking. He smiled at me.
"Shut up." I look away from him, not certain of what to do. He continued to drive roughly.

When we reached our destination, he handcuffed me tightly and pulled me out of the truck. I felt the gun beside my head, along with his arm across my chest. He moved me to the trunk and opened it, letting Clay pull himself out. He looked rough to say the least. He saw that there was a gun on me and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Leave him out of this Techno." He pleaded.
"Did I say you could talk to me yet?!" Techno sniped back, "go open the door." Clay did as he was told and opened the door.
Behind the door was a huge building that had a garage-like charm to it. It had a few rooms off of it, he took us to one of the rooms. It had all the windows boarded up tightly, and a couple people inside. There was a fridge, bed, stove, sink, and toilet.
I felt his grip loosen as he stuck some type of band on my ankle.
"There. Don't go running, I have the only key." I nodded and he took the handcuffs off, I rubbed my wrists contently. "As for you, Dream," he continued, "I have a better use for your time."
He walked to Clay and grabbed his arm, putting the gun in his face. His henchmen walked closely behind.
"Wait!" I yelled and they continued to walk, leaving me in the room alone.
I broke down and laid on the mattress, crying and hoping Clay was okay.

Hours later the door opened and Clay was shoved into the room. He staggered in and looked back as the door closed.
"Clay!" I yelled and threw my arms around him feeling him limply except my hug.
"Georvges?!" He stuttered drunkenly. He then laughed a bit, "it's gvood two scee yoo... hehe." I pulled back and looked at him with fear.
"What did they do to you?" I asked like a fool.
Clay dramatically shrugged his shoulders and laughed again. I took his arm and looked at it. I saw tons on bruises and scratches on him, then I saw puncture marks near his veins. I pulled his shirt off him and continued looking. He had writing on his back with a few needle marks.
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"Imv oockay George." He tried to say but I wouldn't accept it.
I started banging on the door, hoping to reach someone. I yelled until the door swung open and Techno stood in front of me.
"What did you do to him?!" I screamed at Techno.
"He is our official drug tester." I looked back at Clay, who was passed out on the bed now.
"What the fuck does that mean?!" I yelled and Techno crossed his arms.
"I'm trying to create a strain of heroine that isn't so easy to overdose on. Mainly because I don't want police looking for me every time a client dies." I looked at him with a sickened expression.
"So you're going to try and kill him?!"
"Did you not hear what I said?! I don't want my clients to die," he then smirked a bit, "but he might die yes."
I turned to see Clay laughing loudly. Techno puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Listen George, I have a very important job for you. I need you to take care of him. Make sure he doesn't die prematurely. I will get you anything you need, as long as you do that for me."
I wanted to punch him. I wanted to grab his gun that he probably has on him and unload the clip into him. But then I looked at Clay and sighed heavily.
"Okay... I can do that." I say defeated.
"Great! I'll be back to check on you in a bit." Techno said cheerfully and left, closing the door.
I went to Clay and pulled him to a sitting position, looking into his dazed eyes.
"Vvhat?" He asked
"How much did they give you?" I asked knowing that I still wasn't going to get a response. Instead he smiled big and grabbed at my shirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked and grabbed his wrists, stopping him.
"I wannt yoo." He said and I pulled back.
"Clay, you're high." I said and he flipped my hand, grabbing my wrist and pulling me on top of him.
"George." He said. It was the only coherent word he has said so far. I feel my hand get dragged to his crotch and I felt the bulge within. "Please." He said, another comprehensible word.
I brought my lips to his ear and whispered, "what do you want?"
"Fffvuck meh." He said and pulled my hand away from his crotch and up towards his waistband, "I stilll owee yoooooouuu." He said smiling. I tried so hard to control myself, but I couldn't. I tugged at his waistband and pulled them completely down and off, causing his head to turn and face me directly. I kissed him deeply and attempted to push my tongue in his mouth. I did so easily, now exploring his mouth and rubbing his side. He tugged at my shirt again and sloppy yanked it off of me. I laughed as he got down and tugged at my waistband, moving his mouth closer. He stopped and looked up at me,
"Iss thhhos gooovd?" He asked, slowly pulling me out of my trousers.
"Yes." I said and let him undress the rest of me. He put my dick at his lips, sucking the tip of it gently and looking up at me. I grabbed his hair and pushed him gently down my shaft, letting him control how much he's willing to take. He kept going at a steady pace, until he took the entire thing in his throat casing him to cough and pull back, his eyes watering.
"You okay?" I asked suddenly and he got up and pushed me onto the bed.
He crawled on top and positioned himself over me, looking into my eyes as if he was begging to sit down. I grabbed his hips and slowly lowered him onto my dick, again letting him control. He moaned extremely loud, but never stopped, taking my full length inside him.
He breathed deeply then started moving almost right away, sloppily thrusting me into him. He looked at me and kept his mouth open, letting out every sound he was keeping inside.
He must've really liked it because he sped up and rubbed his shaft, letting out some sluttish moans I've never heard him use before. He came on my chest and then smiled at me.
"Yoou fonish nkow." He said and got off me, leaning over to edge of the bed for me. I admired the sight before me. Clay bent over and begging to be fucked. I thrusted in and felt him arch his back, screaming out. I thrusted into him as fast as I could, getting as much friction as I wanted to get. I finally cum inside his ass and pull out, standing back to admire my work as Clay collapsed on the mattress.
"I love yoo George." Clay said almost coherently.
"I love you too. Now get some clothes on and go to bed." I replied.