𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 || Dave x Dale || Oneshot

Devoured

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Make sure you read the description before reading, the trigger warning and other important information is on there. X-posted on ao3, my user is 2PhosphorusCult2 and its under the same name :3
Hope you enjoy~
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3 weeks.
   It had been three weeks since Dave had left his house, his pinboard he so desperately worked on in hopes of alleviating the guilt he felt. The room was dark and uncomfortably warm, but Dave refused to leave until something, anything, made sense. Until he found them.
   The walk was the last thing he fully remembered. He encourage Bambi and Tristan to go on a walk while he prepared dinner for them. Oh it was so lovely outside; the sun was out, fall leaves floated around in little dust devils, just chilly enough to need a scarf, but not so cold you'd freeze. Thats why Dave had suggested the walk. He wanted them to get to know eachother a bit better, considering they were the two people he cared about the most.
   The rest is fuzzy. He remembers looking at all his rejected calls from bambi, the rainstorm he walked through looking for them, and the countless meaningless talks he'd had with other people at the time. The condolences, the kind words, offers for help. It all meant nothing to Dave. If it didn't bring back Bambi and Tristan, he didn't want it.
   He'd sat there, pacing at the cork board for days apon days now. He wasn't even sure if it really had been 3 weeks, for all he knew it could've been a month. He didn't care though. His searches and questions had finally led him somewhere. Dave had been calling people, asking about if they'd seen his boys and when they last heard from the two. Most responses yielded nothing more then concern and empty promises, but from what he did manage to gather, there was only one person who could have any idea of where they'd gone. Dale. Nobody had any idea what was going on in that guys head. His rotting scent and terrifying smile were constant and permanent, and whenever he would try to emote the faces he made were just more horrendous then the last. In short, nobody liked the guy. Not only was he disturbing to look at, he was just diturbing to think about. But Dave had to.
   The only place that hadn't been called and questioned was Dale, and everyone's presence had been accounted for, except Dale. It was the only possible explanation. Dave had been mentally preparing himself for what might come of this escapade, if he'd even be able to talk to Dale, let alone get his two best friends back. But he had to, he had to keep pushing and pushing. He had to have them back; without them, he was nothing. He couldn't take the thought. So, without any hesitation or forethought, Dave threw on his scarf and blanket before rolling out the door.
   The frigid air grounded him, and he seemed to come to earth for the first time in days. It smelled of icy trees and earth. The full moon was fairly high in the sky and snow was starting to float down in tiny crystals. Dave took a deep breath and reveled in the fresh cold air in his lungs. Although his nostrils burned and his muscles were tense from the cold, he had to admit it was nice to finally be outside. He only paused for a moment though, his heart insisted that he make this trip as fast as possible. On the bright side, Dale might know what happened to them! On the other side, however... he might be WHAT happened to them.
   "DAVE!!!!!" The sound was so sudden it made Dave almost jump out of his wheelchair, snapping him out if his thoughts.
   "Wha- oh, hi Bandu." He responded, relieved.
   "Where have you been?? I invited you to my house to play video games, asked everyone I know, and still you never showed up anywhere!! Are you ok?? Are you better?? Did you-"
   "I'm really sorry, bandu," Dave cut him off, "but I need to get going. I need to get to Dales as soon as-"
   "DALE???" Bandu nearly screamed in horror. "He'll kill you! Stuff you in his meat locker and gut you like a fish! Why in the world you want to go there so late????" There was a moment of silence as Dave thought about what to say.
   "I just need to, ok?" Dave grumbled quietly as he turned to wheel away. To his surprise, there wasn't an immediate response from Bandu, but that wouldn't last for more than a few seconds.
   "Are you sure? You want anyone to go with you?? This is really dangerous and I'm kinda just worried that-"
   "SHUT UP!" They both froze. Dave hadn't realized what he'd said until a few seconds after he said it. Bandu's shocked silence tore at him, so he cleared his throat and continued in a calmer tone.
   "I'm fine, ok? I just... I have to do this." He looked back at Bandu making his signature "sad face," but after a second he took a dramatic sniffle before giving him a thumbs up with the candy corn he was using to mimic hands at the time. Dave gave a weak smile before turning to go back on his journey to Dale's... place.
   As he rolled it almost felt like the breeze got colder the further he went. Dale lived so far from everyone else that it was a fairly long expedition to go there, and nobody had ever tried, nor cared, to make that journey. Dave looked around him at the once lively scenery, now deprived of leaves and gently swaying against the soft mist of snowflakes falling from the night sky. He shivered as his mind raced to what he might find. Was it a graveyard? A sawmill full of dead bodies? A gateway to hell? He could only ponder as he got closer to where he needed to be. His heart raced at the idea of finding what kind of hellhole he'd have to enter.
   The smell of rot filled the air, and soon after the shape of a Grey house appeared on the horizon amidst the flurry of snowflakes drizzling down. This was it. As Dave got closer he realized that the house was more of a giant rusty shack with no windows, just a dingy front door leading to the unknown. The stench only got worse as Dave rolled up to the front door. Surprisingly the porch was wheelchair accessible, something that both shocked and intrigued Dave. Was this guy not as creepy as he was made out to be? Was he just weird about showing his emotions? He had no idea, but he knew he would the moment he opened that door.
   Or knocked. Yeah definitely knocked.
   Dave knocked on the rotted wooden door gently, calling out for Dale. No response. Dave knocked a bit harder, but apon doing this the door completely fell down, revealing a putrid smelling darkness behind it. Dave would've sat and stared at the door if it weren't for the surprised gag he let out apon noticing the houses stench. How many dead bodies did this guy have in here? Or was this just expired food and Dale was dead? He silently prayed that neither of those were true, and pressed forword.
   The place was just as cold as outside, but infinitely darker. He cursed himself for not bringing a flashlight. Had he expected to find a warm home with a roast in the oven and a nice soft couch for him and Dale to sit at and talk over? Of course this would happen. He was left in the dark, only with the dim light of the moon behind him to guide him, and even then that wasn't much. He rolled about haphazardly in the pitch black for what felt like hours, until finally an overhead light crackled to life above him. His eyes slammed shut from the sudden pain, and he let out a soft grown. Eventually Dave relaxed his eyes enough to open them slightly, and looked around.
   Hooks. He was surrounded by a maze of meat hooks and an endless dark pit all around him. The meat that was hung from only a few of these hooks was fresh. This both confused and terrified Dave. Where did that meat come from? He cringed as he thought of Bambi and Tristan, chopped up by Dale in this disgusting cellar. His heart raced as he slowly wheeled forward through the forest of low hanging hooks. Where the hell was this guy anyways? He called out Dale's name again, still to no avail. Dave swallowed hard and, despite all of his instincts telling him to leave, rolled faster into the rotting abyss.
   It didn't take long for Dave to notice slightly reflective eyes in front of him. He paused, trying to squint through the dark to see what he was staring at him. The light above him flickered to life like the last one had, and Dave saw who'd been staring: Dale. He stood hunched over, staring ahead with those lifeless cat eyes. Dave wasn't focused on him for more than 5 seconds, however, before his stomach plummeted. On either side of Dale's hunched frame were the decapitated bloody heads of Bambi and Tristan, hung haphazardly from meat hooks.
   Dave sat there for a moment, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. He attempted to say something, anything, but all that came out were the twisting knots in his stomach as he threw up on the floor beside him. It was too much to handle, all of it. He could barely understand what was going on around him. A cacophony of images and sounds erupted in his head: flashes of the boys alive and well, them being attacked and tortured, Dave himself watching even. Screams echoed in his head as his heart thumped so fast he couldn't feel it anymore. The room spun as his head seemingly lost weight, bobbing around like a lifeless bouy, before his lap came rushing towards him. Than black.
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   Lots of black. It felt like years before Dave finally awoke from his sudden blackout. When he did, however, he was struck by the sticky feeling of sweat beading on his forehead and sleeping in a hot blanket for too long. his head rose from a dirty pillow to glance around the dingy cement room he was trapped in. It was furnished with a small dresser and a table pushed off towards the wall. The blanket he'd wrapped himself in while seemingly rolling wrestlessly in his sleep was pale and smelled of musk and dirt. Dave glanced down to realize he'd been sleeping on a single bare mattress on the floor. Even worse than this, Dave realized, was that his wheelchair was nowhere to be seen.
   Dave laid there for a while, trying as hard as he could not to freak out given the circumstances. He blinked a few times, making sure his eyes were truly adjusted to the darkness of the room. His first course of action was to look for possible escape points. There was the door, and.... the door. there was no other opening in the room, not even a vent. Moving on, he looked for something to protect himself with. The dresser caught his eye. Was there something in there to help him? Dave drug himself out of the bed and scooted over to the dresser, looking through the bottom drawer. Nothing. The next few drawers yielded the same. Dave didn't bother to try the top two drawers, his new focus was finding a way to get around.
   His thought process was quickly interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the door. As fast as he could, he rushed back to the bed and threw himself on it, tangling himself in the blanket and laying his head down facing away from the door. A sliver of light filled the room and footsteps walked in. They were slow. Huffs and labored breath came from behind Dave's head. There was tense silence for the longest time, just the labored breathing and Dave's racing heart. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the footsteps seemed to turn and leave the room and the door clicked shut shortly after.
   When the footsteps finally faded, Dave jolted up and gasped for air. He nearly choked as he gulped it in, his heart racing. He could've fucking died! He took a few deep breaths and looked back around the room to look for any differences. Nothing. Just fresh sparse spots of blood on the floor and that disgusting stench Dale took everywhere with him. After he got out of there, Dave vowed to himself, he was going to kill that disgusting monster. The reality of what happened earlier in the "meatlocker" began to crawl up into the corners of his mind, but he quickly pushed them away. This was a matter of surviving; he could mourn them later.
   His head raced with multiple ways to dismember the furniture to escape, but none of them were quiet or possible given the circumstances. He tried to balance himself against the wall and push himself up to check the upper drawers for stuff, but of course they still had nothing. He tried to balance on the metal pegs he had for prosthetics, but this ended up in him falling and laying perfectly still for a minute to make sure Dale didn't hear it. At this point all Dave could do was exit the door and crawl against the wall until he found the exit. What else was he supposed to do? Float? Ask Dale for help?
   Dave drug himself to the door, determined to get the hell out of there. In a strange way, this reminded him of when he left his house in the first place. Oh how he hated himself for leaving. He'd still be safe, still be holding on to the hope that his two favorite ple in the whole world were alive and not dismembered in this rotten shack. He hated the thought of having to escape and tell everyone what happened. To accept help. To be so vulnerable and broken around everyone. It wasn't an option. And so, as quietly as possible, Dave opened the door and peaked through the crack.
   It was met by Dale's iris.
   Dave screamed, slamming the door shut and slid back against the wall behind him. The door opened, now revealing Dale, a devilish grin and lifeless eyes staring back at him. He glanced over at the table next to him and threw it in front of his shaking frame on its side as a sort of barricade. He went to grab one of his prosthetic legs to use as a weapon before remembering he got them surgicaly attached and cursed himself for doing it. He lashed his hands out in front of him in a means of protecting himself.
   "Get away from me!!!!" Dave had never screamed so loud in his life. It burned his throat a little. Dale did nothing but chuckle and begin to walk forward. Dave screamed again, curling further against the wall behind him and shutting his eyes. He heard the table being thrown across the room, and the sound of shuffling as Dale went to stand right over him. Dale's breathing was deep and grumbly, so much so that it almost sounded... hungry. Saliva dripped from Dale's mouth onto Dave's head, and he cringed at the sensation. A tongue slithered out of Dale's mouth and glided against his cheek, a raspy groan coming from the former.
   "I've been... waiting..." the voice rasped out, deep and sinister. Dave tightened in on himself, only expecting the worst.
   "I.... I have you... now..." This was followed by a loud cackle from Dale as he flew his head back. Dave opened his eyes slightly to look at the thing above him. He was tall, surely, but nothing above Dave. His body was hunched over and, from what he could see, Dale seemed to look just like his other friends. You know, other than being absolutely batshit insane.
   "YoU..." Dale's head snapped down to look a Dave, who flinched in response. "You. I can't wait to... FEAST... on yOu..." Dave tensed, staring back into the scary jungle that was this man's eyes. He sounded absolutely unhinged and starved, even though the latter was definitely not the case considering the smell on him.
   "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU-" Dave, after finally finding his voice, was cut off by a long tongue being shoved down his throat. He gagged as the muscle squirmed down his asauphagus, Dale's lips eventually meeting Dave's. Dave thought he might suffocate then and there, but the tongue was quickly slipped out of his chest as if it were a straw in a slushy. Dale took a moment to lick his lips as Dave sat in shock, just gazing wide eyed at him. Dale groaned at the taste of Dave and quickly reinserted his tongue, connecting their lips immediately this time. Dave tried to squirm away or push Dale, but nothing worked. The tongue felt like a worm wriggling through his insides. His eyes started to water as a gag tried to escape but was blocked by Dale.
   The tongue slipped back out again, and Dale grinned down at Dave. Dave scrambled as much as he could to get away, but just ended up in a corner with Dale following where ever he went. He curled in the corner, crying and putting his hands over his face.
   "Please.." Dave sobbed. "Please, no more... I don't want this!" Dale only sneared and looked down at Dave.
   "You're... powerless..." Dale grumbled, staring into Dave's eyes. He gulped. That was the very last thing he wanted.
   "N-No I'm not!" Dave protested. He had no way of backing this up though.
   "Its... it looks...." Dale pauses, licking his lips. "Delicious."
   "Wha- what does that-" Dave began, before being interrupted by the feeling of a hand on his thigh. He jolted, looking down to see that Dale's foot, now hand, was gripped onto his thigh as if it were the last meal he'd ever eat. Dave gulped. Looking back up at Dale, he realized that this things intentions, no matter what they were, were the road to his death.
   Dave went to kick, but was met with another throat full of tongue and a squeeze on his thigh. He jolted uncomfortably as a new feeling rushed over him. He tried to push Dale away only to be met by a longer squeeze, resulting in the same affect. What was that? Why did it feel weirdly... good...?
   No. No, Dave didn't want this. Not here. Not with this... thing. He began to thrash and writh, punching, kicking, and even trying to bite Dale's tongue. All resulting in nothing but harder gripping and Dale's claws beginning to rip through his pants and deep in his flesh, which almost hurt more than the burning in his throat. Dale disconnected, but only enough for Dave to gasp before he plunged back in. Tears ran down Dave's face as he fought, using every ounce of strength left in him to fight. The lack of oxygen, however, proved to be his downfall. As the world starting to get spotty, Dave finally relented and laid still against the corner as Dale violated his throat.
   At this, however, Dale's tongue slithered out of him, allowing him a couple of well-needed gasps of air. Dale groped Dave's thigh gently as he gulped in air and wheezed. He threw his head back against the concrete to hopefully help him drink in more air. Which it did, until Dale started slithering his tongue along his exposed neck, his mouth soon following. Dave gasped at the sudden suction feeling on his throat and squirmed, trying to negate the way it felt. The nervousness and fear felt like spiders and worms in his chest. He wanted it to stop. Dave thrashed more after realizing that the feeling from earlier was coming back, but stronger. The groping on his leg almost felt delicious in a way, and he found himself opening them more.
   That is, of course, until Dave caught himself and snapped them back shut, trying to close his neck away from Dale. Dale's head was already nooked in there though, and his hand only clawed harder at his thigh. He hissed in pain, writhing slightly in the dark corner he was stuck in. The pain was accompanied by a similar one in his neck, which Dave could only assume was Dale biting him.
   "Ow-! Fuck, stop-" the groans only seemed to excite Dale further as he bit down harder on his neck. Dave gasped, reaching and grasping at Dale's back for leverage, not even knowing what he was doin. Dale switched spots on Dave's neck and brushed his thumb just a bit further up Dave's leg. Dave groaned and squirmed slightly at the sensation. He hated it. He wanted it to stop so bad. He reached up with his leg and tried to kick Dale off of him, wich only resulted in Dale grabbing his leg with his other hand and forcing it down. He went to punch and claw at Dale, which, again, lead to claws in his thigh and teeth in his neck. Dave felt a pit in his stomach as he realized there really was no way out of this.
   Dave relaxed into Dale, hoping for this to be over as fast as possible so he could just die or leave. Dale seemed to like this, brushing his fingers up Dave's thigh just a bit more. Dave clenched his eyes shut, refusing to let himself acknowledge the hot feeling that was culminating between his legs. He rested his hands at his sides, trying his best not to show any reaction to what was happening to him. Dale slid his hand up and gently brushed against the bulge in Dave's pants, arousing a slight jolt from Dave, before sliding it under his shirt. He brushed his hand on Dave's chest, before moving to gently caress one of his nipples. Dave twitched under him, shaking from the stimulation. How did that even feel good? Because God did it feel amazing. Dale seemed to catch on, teasing it more and pinching it occasionally, making Dave squirm and bite his lip.
   The hand on Dave's other leg was soon moved to slowly tease Dave's buldge, which only made it harder to sit still. Hot pleasure shot through his body with every movement Dale's hand made over his crotch. Still, Dave remained steadfast, tensing so he wouldn't give in to this unwanted pleasure. The hand began to grope harder and the teeth trailed down to his chest, biting and sucking at his sensitive pale skin. Dave looked down at Dale only to see two tiny soulless eyes staring back, and the sudden knot of fear in his stomach compared with the pleasure he felt was such a weird combination. He didn't know whether to hate it or plead for more.
   Dave forgot about all of this when the groping suddenly stopped. Dave quietly groaned in disappointment, before realizing what he'd done and tensed. Why had he done that? He mentally kicked himself at the thought. These thoughts, however, were interrupted by a deep chuckle and the sudden air between his legs. He looked down to see that his pants had been torn off, shamelessly revealing his hard on. Dave blushed profusely and looked away, embarrassed by just how aroused his dick was. Dale's hand caressed Dave's hips and trailed up to his waist, feeling him throughly. Dave only continued to look away, though the shivers running through his body proved he really was drinking in every touch the dark figure was giving him.
   A finger grazed his tip, and Dave let a whimper escape his lips. He jerked slightly, biting his lip harder to shut himself up. Dale's hand began grazing up and down his member, and soon it was replaced with his tongue. It wrapped around Dave's member, gently jerking it off as he drooled over the sight of the timid man under him. Dave just stared, unable to look away. His labored breath became pants as he watch Dale work, slithering his tongue as it pumped him. Every movement, every moment of friction felt new and exciting. Dave wanted horribly to hate it, and in a sense he did, but he couldn't deny the growing part of his mind that begged for more. He looked away, trying to imagine anyone else doing this: Bambi, Bandu; hell, even Expunged would be better than this stench ridden rabid animal on top of him.
   Dale slid Dave's member into his mouth, sucking while still maneuvering his tongue about Dave's cock. This was too much. A moan slipped past his lips, soon being replaced by Dave's bit lip and him mentally cursing at himself. Dale looked up and smirked slightly, biting at the base of his erection. Dave gasped and squirmed at the pain, trying his best to scoot away from Dale, only resulting in a harder bite. Blood crept out of Dale's mouth and Dave started to fear for the safety of his member. Was this psychopath going to bite it off?? He writhed under Dale, swinging his head back and forth as sweat beaded on his forehead.
   "STOP! God please stop!!" Dave wailed, using his hands to try and push Dale away. "It hurts!!" Dale finally relented, reverting back to sucking, making Dave relax slightly. So much so, in fact, that after a minute or two it started to feel good again. He put a hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his noises he so desperately tried and failed to choke down. A soft moan slipped through Dave's fingers, only resulting in Dale sucking faster. Dave gasped and squirmed. The feelings were balling up inside of his stomach in knots, and he feared he might explode. His legs began to twitch as he felt himself begin to reach this climax, biting his lip to keep from making any more noise. He felt it coming. Oh God, he was gonna cum. He wanted it, fuck he wanted it so bad-
   Dale bit back down on Dave cock, making him yelp and grasp at the floor under him, the white hot pain replacing his need to climax. Tears poured down his cheeks as he writhed and tried to close his legs. Eventually this harsh pain subsided and Dale rose his head, blood dripping from his sickening grin. That same knot of fear gathered in his chest as before, and his arousal was suddenly subsiding. His heart began to race again as Dale brought his face up to Dave's. Despite throwing his face side to side as to avoid looking at Dale, Dave's face was forced forward as Dale kissed him feverishly. The taste of his own blood and precum was enough to make Dave gag, but Dale didn't stop. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, much to Dave's dismay.
   The sudden feeling of something wet writhing against his lower abdomen made Dave jerk in surprise. Dale pulled away, spit trailing between both their lips, before he stood up. Dave finally got to see what was writhing against him: a cluster of wiggling red tendrils, coated in a thick cloudy white substance. The musky metallic smell made Dave gag harshly. A hand ran through Dave's hair before it gripped and harshly ripped his head back, his gasp proving to be a mistake as Dale used this opening to shove the tendrils into Dave's mouth. Dave gagged at the sudden sensation, not sure whether to focus on the lack of air or the sour taste of Dale's members. He tried to pull away, but the concrete behind him made this impossible, so he just gave in and started to suck on the writhing tendrils. Dale let out a gruff moan, tightening his grip on Dave.
   Dale began thrusting into Dave's mouth, sliding the slippery mass in and out of his throat. He tried to bite down or close his mouth, but the tendrils only slid out enough for a quick breath and nothing more, not to mention the viscious substance coating the members was too slippery for his teeth to grip. Dale moaned again, quickening his pace. Dave couldn't breath at this point, and reached up at Dale to try to beg him to stop, to ask for a breath, anything. He cried as all this did was make Dale speed up faster and moan louder. His pace started to get sloppy and his grip tightened again on Dave's hair, making him feel like his scalp was being peeled off. The world began to go dark when, finally, Dale's members shot their cum down Dave's throat, letting out one last roar of pleasure. Finally he pulled out, allowing Dave to gasp for air. He choked on the cum now clogging his throat and wheezed in the air around him. He tried to swallow the residue left in his mouth, but the sensation jolted his stomach, and he lean to the side and threw up. It was pink. He heard a chuckle above him as Dale lowered himself to straddle Dave. He looked back at the creature and sniffled, tears rolling down his face, which was red and irritated from what had happened.
   "Please.." Dave pleaded, coughing. "I don't want to do this anymore... can we stop..? Please?" Dale sat there blankly for a moment, before leaning forward and gently kissing Dave. He was taken completely off guard; this kiss was slow, gentle, even passionate. Dale's eyes were shut and it seamed his whole body was focused on this kiss. Dave, despite trying to hate every second, found it almost captivating. It wasn't long before he found himself kissing back, caught up in the refreshing feeling of actual pleasure. He sighed into the kiss, almost forgetting who it was he was sharing this moment with. The tension in his shoulders melted away and the feeling of dread finally subsided. Maybe this wasn't so bad?
   A finger suddenly slid into his entrance and Dave yelped at the sudden sensation. Dale took no time in explore him, adding another finger quickly to stretch him open. Dave finally let down his guard and moaned, slow and loud. God, it felt good. Another finger, however, proved to be a bit more painful. Dave hissed and backed away from the kiss slightly, only for Dale to push further into the kiss, biting his lip harshly. He whimpered and put his hands on Dale's shoulders to push him away, which, of course, failed. Another finger, more searing pain. Dave shifted under the man on top of him, groaning in pain as the four fingers inside of him stretched, pushing harshly on the walls of his entrance. Dale smiled into the kiss, seemingly satisfied as he pulled the fingers out.
   Dave sighed, both relieved and disappointed at the lack of preasure. Dale pulled back from the kiss, panting as he went to position his groin with Dave's entrance. It took a moment for Dave to realize what Dale was doing, and his stomach went up in knots. He wasn't ready for this, to lose his virginity. He was waiting for the right person, the perfect scenario: neither of which were this place nor the monster over him.
   "Wait waiT WAIT!!" Dave yelled in sudden panic, and Dale looked up at him, expression unchanging. "Not like this!!! Please, I'm not ready! I'll do anything else, just- just not this!!" Dale only huffed in response and continued to position himself. "No no please aAAGH-!" Dave yelled as his plees were interrupted by a large mass inside of him. He could feel his walls stretching and ripping. He screamed in pain and writhed about, but Dale did nothing but stare down at him with hungry eyes. It wasn't much longer until he started thrusting, quickly in and out. The pain was intense, and Dave could do nothing but squirm and scream under him, giving out the occasional sob. He was being violated in the most painful way, and the anguish did nothing but make the experience even more gut wrenching.
   "STOP!! PLEASE, IT HURTS!! PLEASE!!" Dave cried out between sobs, writhing and grabbing at anything around him. Surprisingly Dave began to slow down, proving to make the thrusts a lot less painful. Dave calmed down a bit, looking away and sobbing as Dale pushed into him. A knot grew in Dave's stomach, and he gulped. This wasn't what he thought it was, was it?? God he didn't want to climax with this monster. Dale moaned softly, staring down at Dave with every thrust. Dave looked back up at him for a moment, tears streaming down his red face, and, for that moment, their gazes truly met. Dale's eyes were a forest of strange emotions, flickering in the dim lighting. It was almost as if Dave could see a shimmer of tenderness in his crimson orbs.
   Dave was so focused on Dale's eyes that he hadn't realized how good he was beginning to feel. Without thinking, Dave let out a soft moan, looking away. Dale didn't stop staring, however, as he began to quicken his pace. Dave's moans got louder as Dale got faster, and soon both of them were a moaning, writhing mess in the corner. Dale shoved into Dave harshly, Dave arching his back and moaning in response. It was starting to hurt again, and Dave hissed in pain between his pants and moans. He could feel himself getting closer, and it was apparent Dale was reaching his climax as well. He thrusted against Dave harder and threw his head back, moaning loud and deep. Dave began to squirm slightly at the pain, reaching up and gripping Dale's shirt.
   Dave was getting close. He could feel the knots in his stomach twisting tighter with every thrust. Dave couldn't help it anymore, and as the knots tightened towards their breaking point, he screamed in pleasure.
   "NO NO- FUuUCK IM C-CUMMING!" Dave didn't know whether he was disgusted with himself or full of pure ecstacy. Dale groaned and leaned forward before plunging his tongue down Dave's throat and connecting their lips. Dave choked as his pleasure finally exploded and white hot cum shot from his damaged erection, twitching with his back arched and eyes rolled back. Dale came inside of Dave, moaning loudly into their kiss. The hot connection between them only lasted for a few seconds, but it truly felt like forever. They writhed against eachother and gripped at eachothers clothes, begging for any kind of friction, even after the climax ended.
   Finally Dale pulled away, letting Dave gasp for breath for the fifth time that night. His body was exhausted, and he could already feel his head getting light. Dale pulled out, earning a whimper from Dave, and stood up in front of him. As Dave's head nodded back and forth, Dale reached forward and gently laid his head in the very corner of the two walls, allowing his head to rest.
   "Sleep.." grumbled Dale between labored breaths. "I will... take care.. of you.." This was the last thing Dave heard before the world faded away and he let himself float into his subconscious.

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Authors note:
I warned you.
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