Snake

      Dream knew he was going to jail. No, at one point he began to wish for it. Realization of what he had done turned out to be terrifying, and the admin couldn’t even come up with an excuse for his actions. If he had been a little less responsible, he would have said that he was not in his right mind, but he was aware of everything and would not have dared to blame a weak psyche for everything. He's strong, he's an admin! He has no right to have such weaknesses! So he decided it himself and did what he did. And now he will answer completely…       Besides, he really had his reasons… Reasons, not excuses…       But these reasons seemed to be important only to him…       No one else wanted to see what he was talking about.       Stars, they didn't even try to hear him out!       How many times had he discussed his plans with Sapnap and George, whom he considered his friends? How many times did they nod at his monologues, being somewhere far away with their thoughts and not even wanting to prompt, although he asked them questions hundreds of times, almost begging for help to find more humane solutions…       And is it his fault that he did not know how to negotiate? He grew up almost in the war, communicating with people who constantly used each other and even innocent people who were unlucky enough to be around! He only knew how to fight and manipulate, and mainly children, because once he himself was a victim…       Now he has learned a little more about people. Now he understood what was acceptable and what was not, but it was already too late.       In fact, he never stopped learning. He did not stop looking for answers to the questions that appeared to him because of human feelings.       He read, listened, observed, looked for patterns…       However, there were so many disgusting people around him that he simply could not realize that their actions were so terrible. They were all equally bad, and therefore he hardly knew anything good.       His friends met with him quite rarely, and even then more for training or hunting. They hardly spent time together when there was peace and quiet around. And Dream considered this normal, because he had already made acquaintances hundreds of times, in which he had a place only as a sparring partner or teammate. He was always told that he was boring without a sword in his hand, and he got used to staying away from fun and conversation… Therefore, in friendship with Sapnap and George, he immediately decided to abandon everyday meetings and communication, saying that he was not good at conversations. This time he himself indicated that he would not meddle in their lives outside of battles…       Could it have been a mistake?       Everyone had previously refused to communicate with him, which felt quite painful. This time he refused, which was easier, but what about his friends? Did he make the right choice, cutting off part of the connection from the very beginning and not letting them be disappointed in him?       Now he had plenty of time and a whole portable library, which he had been diligently studying since he received freedom from his guardian… He always had little time for this, and therefore it seemed that unread books did not decrease at all… However, now he had all the time in the world, because he only needed to sit in a cell while he was periodically checked and sometimes they could drag him for interrogation…       The main thing is not to let the guards see his books, otherwise he will surely take them away…       Dream is almost enjoying his stay here…       He is madly unnerved by the strong but transparent glass wall that separates the chamber from a small ledge in front of the lava moat, which can only be crossed by a drawbridge. It's like he's in the palm of their hand and it's embarrassing and infuriating… Of course, he carefully covers himself with a sheet when he needs to wash or go to the toilet, but the attentive gaze seemed to follow him on his heels, leaving not a drop of personal space…       Therefore, most of the time Dream sat facing the glass on the bed, hiding books behind a slightly taller cauldron with clean water and a chest. His back ached from the uncomfortable position, but his treasures were safe, and the guard did not even suspect that the prisoner was reading for a day and not just staring at nothing…       How good that he was the owner of a rare "storage" ability, capable of containing anything for any length of time, without the possibility of being detected even with a magic scan…       ***       – So will you finally tell me where the book is? – Quackity asks angrily for the umpteenth time.       Dream does not know at what point everything took such a serious turn. He had just begun to fully realize his actions and the actions of others, and again all his images collapsed when the laughing, outgoing Quackity appeared as a ruthless, vindictive monster, ready for anything for the sake of his goal…       The admin barely felt his body covered with hundreds of scars of varying degrees of freshness and lousy… Although Sam, surprisingly, took care of him and did not allow even a hint of infection or festering wounds… Dream's chamber was almost sterile clean, because there was simply nowhere to take the garbage, and the blood was quickly washed off with water. Well, if Dream still managed to get something dirty, then he risked running into a hunger strike until he cleaned everything up or apologized… It was unpleasant, but he liked cleanliness and satiety more than dirt and hunger… Although these visits…       – That's enough, – Sam drops heavily when the angry guy leaves again with nothing, bringing Dream to a state of half-dead… This time he broke quite a few bones to him, not to mention the open wounds…       – What came over you? We have to get it! – Quackity immediately jumps up indignantly, almost shouting at the guard that he remains absolutely unperturbed.       – We already realized that he doesn't care about torture, and I'm tired of treating him every time…       – Then don't treat him!       – Alexis Quackity! – the guard strictly rebukes the guy, but he still speaks calmly and almost unhurriedly. – How do you imagine it? If he dies here, the reputation of Pandora's Vault will suffer, yours and mine too, and many may begin to sympathize with him. Is this what you want? You are the ruler, you need to have loyal supporters. They should at least partially trust you, unless of course you want to get a knife in the back. And if it becomes known about what is happening here, your credibility will suffer. You value your country so much. Suddenly you don't give a damn about it?       – And what do you suggest? He won't say a word. Pain has already been tried. Blackmail, threats, almost reached the hostages, but he doesn't care about anyone and everything!       – Just give me a couple of months. Or, in the worst case scenario, a year. Just live and mind your own business and I'll make sure he talks.       – And what is so secret you want to do?       – Sorry, but I won't tell you. I'm not going to harm him physically, at least only within the necessary minimum. However, sometimes time is much more cruel torture than pain. I can get what we want so much.       – … Okay… – Quackity agrees with displeasure. In fact he planned to knock the information out of the admin and just take everything for himself. However, Sam is much more honest, and the possibility of deception on his part is minimal…       The short brunette goes home, promising not to disturb either the guard or the prisoner…       – And now the fun begins, right, Dream? – Sam asks in a barely audible voice, after treating the prisoner's wounds and closing the glass partition behind him…       – What am I, an animal in a cage?       – Hmm? No. More like a snake in a terrarium, considering your little secret…       – You don't… You can't know this…       – What a pity that you forgot my face so quickly, little Son…       – No…       – Yes, Dream. Now you're not going anywhere.       "Not him. Stars, Gods, anyone, I pray! Not him!!!" – Dream can't help trembling, begging fate to take pity on him. He doesn't want to remember that past. He doesn't want to remember those people and events. He doesn't want to remember the monster that made him survive every moment of his existence, leaving him only a pathetic parody of a person…       ***       Dream had been without food for more than a week, so the body almost refused to move, and the wounds barely managed to heal…       Finally, the lava wall descends, revealing a view of the guardian, who calmly raises the bridge and approaches the glass barrier.       – Hungry? I hope now you will be obedient and not try to bite me?       – … – Dream is silent, but his head falls down in defeat. He really wanted to live. Almost insanely. And he needed food to live. Therefore, this is consent. At least temporarily, but the defeat of the admin in front of the guardian…       – Okay, – the man calmly nods and presses a button on his communicator, sending a command to the complex system that controlled the entire Pandora's Vault.       A door opens in the wall and there is a tray with fragrant sweet porridge on the shelf, which the Dream only manages with great difficulty not to attack right away. He eats fast enough, but still carefully so as not to miss a drop. Not to lose a moment when the warm, incredibly delicious for prison food mass fills his mouth, and then settles with a pleasant heaviness in his stomach…       The prisoner exhales with relief. He carefully wash his plate and spoon over the toilet hole so as not to get anything dirty. And then he puts the dishes back on the tray, even if there is no strength left after that. He already knew that if he didn't, he wouldn't get a proper lunch, or even he would be without food again for a while…       He had already lost almost all of his muscles, because training also required strength, which he barely had enough to stay awake…       – You know how to be obedient when you want to, – Sam nods to himself.       It's even surprising that the guardian hasn't done anything to him so far. Realizing who was in front of him, Dream was terrified, expecting a repeat of the past nightmare, but so far everything was almost the same as before receiving this knowledge. The man did not hurt him, treated his wounds, punished him only for trying to bite, although the guy himself was not sure why he decided to do it… Almost like an instinct from those ancient times, when his current self would not even dare to call himself a man, and not an animal…       The heat from the food spreads through the body like the flame of a campfire, warming a person who is cold after a long journey…       However…       Dream frowns, freezing and listening to his body…       – What did you… – the admin asks barely audibly and freezes. Awareness is almost paralyzing, and the mind screams: «You knew this would happen!»       – Already? It looks like you're completely weakened, since it worked so quickly. So what? Will you please the master with your performance? Don't sit, undress.       – No! – Dream suddenly screams high, almost squeaking, raising frightened green eyes at the guard behind the glass and trying to get to his feet. Fright is replaced by a predatory grin when one of the floor slabs moves away, and another rises from under it with a very unambiguous hint of his future fate… His nightmare…       – Don't be naughty, Son. You've been resting too long already. It's time to go back to the place that belongs to you.       – I'm not your toy! I don't… I don't… – Dream is almost suffocating from the memories and reality that merge into a single image of his nightmare. His face expresses anger, and his body is ready to rush at the guard, but he is also stopped by weakness and trembling… All his bravado is just nothing. He is weak and scared, just like the child he once was. It just didn't go that far back then… At least until he grows up…       – And again you show your teeth. So do you want them finally be torn out? – Sam shakes his head and comes almost close to the blonde, who immediately leans back, almost falling from weakness.       A sudden movement and the guard is already behind the prisoner, twists and ties his hands, leaving the guy completely helpless. Now he can barely stand on his feet, there is almost no strength to try to escape, although he is trying.       The silent struggle quickly comes to naught, however, it flares up with renewed vigor, as soon as a man bends him down and abruptly pulls down his pants, leaving them dangling at knee level. A heavy hand descends on a thin ass, almost gently stroking the soft skin…       The admin torn from the hands of his nightmare again. However, what can he do against a trained warrior full of strength, being exhausted, wounded and bound?       – Let go, – Dream hisses weakly, but immediately screams when a heavy hand descends on his ass, slightly scratching the soft flesh.       – You refused to be obedient yourself. You knew that punishment would follow, – Sam calmly observe, easily dragging the blonde's light body to a long, hard rubber penis, which was for Dream a construction from his nightmares. – It's just a toy, nothing more. There's not even anything special about it, – the guard says almost sadly, putting the prisoner on the floor so that the artificial phallus rested against his back, touching the tip of his waist… – Big enough, but you're capable of more. It's just to warm up, to remember what I taught you, just that.       – Please, Sam… – Dream sobs, swallowing tears bitter from his helplessness, when Sam bent him forward again, touching the forbidden zone. – Don't, I'm begging you…       – Sorry, Dream, but rules are rules. You know them and you break them anyway. From this I conclude that you like to get punished, – rough fingers rub a tight virgin at first glance ring of muscles that really does not want to skip him so easily. – Turn into your true form, Dream. You don't want me to hurt you, do you?       The admin would like to continue to resist, however… He did not like pain, and Sam had long known about who he was…       So, he obeys again…       The skin becomes rough and darkens, turning into noble bronze scales. A thin snake pupil is cut through the bright green eyes. The hair also becomes thicker and heavier, fitting not with playful curls, but with a heavy waterfall… And the most important thing is changing where he never wanted to open up to anyone. Snakes are hermaphrodites. And snake hybrids as well… Rather, they have an ordinary anal opening and a so-called cloaca. In fact, something like a female vagina, but also a penis is hidden there, being a dual sexual organ capable of performing both roles…       Dream has always been terribly confused by this part of him. Even when he was a child, more like a beast. He did not like to walk without something that could cover his crotch, and touching there was taboo for himself and for everyone around. However, Sam changed everything…       When the man who was the commander got a wild hybrid, he did not doubt at all how to use him. Sam forged a weapon from Dream. The best that was in his army. And for this, he used all the methods available to him… Although the former general and current guardian of the Pandora's Vault did not like to hurt the child and he took him with help of exhaustion or shame…       Dream was ready for anything, as long as no one touched him in the forbidden zone…       However, he realized long ago that his unwillingness would not stop the actions of his tormentor…       And now he was again that little defenseless boy who was completely unable to resist the person next to him…       He feels that because of the aphrodisiac, that was earlier, his body betrays him. He wants to feel touches where he shouldn't. Wants to be filled… Wants hateful hands…       Sam certainly feels it all. And trembling. And the moisture oozing out of the cloaca…       The fingers collect the lubricant, forcefully dragging along the soft folds, while the guy in his hands can only restrain moans and fidgeting, either trying to escape, or hoping for more…       – Good boy, – Sam calmly praises his captive, kneading a ring of muscles that has not seen "affection" for a long time… Fingers persistently push inside, even if it is difficult for them, and Dream twitches and shortly screams from the pain… – I won't give you too cruel punishment, you know. You just have to be obedient.       The guardian lifts the almost limp body in his hands, pushing the guy onto a rubber toy. And he doesn't care that the Dream rises in pain, hisses and shivers, trying to somehow slow down the penetration. He doesn't care about the blood that gathers around the toy in tiny beads, staining his fingers with red streaks…       No doubt and no mercy.       The man presses on the shoulders of the guy who is already openly crying. Out of shame. From the pain. From actions unacceptable to his psyche…       – I pray, master, please. Please, it hurts me… Please, I can't stand it… Stop… – the snake barely whispers and hisses, touching the air with a thin long tongue that is filled with shades of lava, sweet porridge that he ate, and strong musk and blood that come from himself…       – Take your time, Son. The punishment has just begun. You can reduce the time if you tell me what I want to hear. Where is the Book of resurrection, little Son?       – It… no! It's gone! Nowhere. And it won't! I can't… S-sha!! – Dream hisses convulsively when the guardian abruptly raises and lowers his body, forcing the phallus to painfully walk along the tender walls, almost tearing the insides, because he was long enough to seriously harm even a snake…       – Are you sure you don't want to tell me that? What a pity… okay. Then we'll just extend the deadline a little. You know you're not allowed to lie to me or hide anything from me, right? This is another point that you violated.       – No! Master, please, I beg you not to… – the flow of pleading is interrupted when the man claps his palm over the blonde’s mouth.       – You may be an admin, but this does not negate the fact that here and now you are just a useless piece of meat. Now you're not even of any use. You can't fight, you can't work. You are capable of nothing but being an obedient little animal. Or have you forgotten everything and I need to train you again? – Sam's voice is still calm, but the words are soaked with so much poison that it's time for Dream to envy… It hurts so much…       – Please, master, – the snake whispers like a prayer, while the guard ties another rope to his wrists and pulls it down, tying a strong knot on a small ring on a platform with a phallus. Now Dream will not be able to rise more than a couple of centimeters.       The guy tries to sit on his knees, arches his back, but it doesn't help much, and the tension on his hands only gets stronger.       – Something is missing, – Sam pulls thoughtfully, and then walks away from the cell, leaving both the bridge and the open path to salvation…       That's just… Dream is simply not able to use it, swallowing tears and angrily pulling the rope that binds his hands… It's just a rope, and he's already helpless… Snake diligently reaches out to weave with his claws, but Sam knows how to tie it. He just doesn't achieve it, no matter how hard he tries…       Finally, the guardian returns, bringing with him something unusual…       Of course, snake hisses and looks at the man in a frightened, evil way, trying to predict his fate…       But who will show him something?       Hmm…       Sam will definitely show what he want to do with him…       The man smiles and raises two iron tiles in front of him. In theory, it's okay, but these plates are punctured in rows exactly, which creates a terrible pattern of sharp curved spikes for Dream… And he already knows… Freezes… With only his eyes, he silently begs for leniency… Yes, snake skin is stronger than human skin, but even it will not protect against this. A sharp thin iron will slip into the vulnerable joints of the scales at once, tearing the skin under them…       – Behave well, Son, and it won't last long, – the guard ignores his fear and plea, lifting the guy a little higher and pushing the plates under the ass, and then pulling the rope on his hands even harder…       The guy's legs part with the letter W, and a scream gets stuck in his throat, escaping with a strangled hiss-gurgling, when iron spikes dig into his flesh, and rubber penetrates further inside… But there is also an aphrodisiac, from which one he insanely wants to move, to touch a penis that has come out of the folds of cloaca in order to achieve liberation…       – Please, master, it hurts me very much, enough… – snake cries softly, while cruel hands hold him firmly by the ass, persistently pushing him down, then up…       Of course, at one point he starts moving himself… And then he doesn't notice how the hands disappear, and he continues…       He is aware of his actions only when he hears the sound of the glass being lowered and sees Sam smiling contentedly with a communicator in his hands behind this very glass. Shame rolls up to his face, causing him to blush faintly, even if the reddened skin shining through the tiny scales. The movements stop and snake hisses convulsively, grinning angrily and flashing bright green eyes…       – Don't make me come back, Dream. Move, – Sam orders with a slight frown and… Dream swallows his pride and discontent, because if he does not obey, it will be even worse…       The guy lifts himself up as far as the rope binding his hands allows. And he going down until he feels the pain of the thorns pushing apart and thereby damaging the scales.…       And again… And again… And again…       Tears dry up while snake falls into a thirst for movement, when the aphrodisiac conquers his mind…       – Good boy, – Sam nods to himself and walks away across the bridge…       However, he does not lower the lava wall, but rather settles down in his chair, watching snake fucking himself with a toy… He remembers how big and strong, but at the same time elegant Dream was when he first crossed the line of simple touches to the forbidden area of the snake. He even waited for his sixteenth birthday then, although many other commanders broke their hybrids much earlier, completely breaking the minds of the little beastmen that after that could only obey the orders of the owner, scared to death of a repeat of rape…       The war has brought a lot of benefits to people in fact… Despite the sacrifices among the troops, which were surprisingly not so many, they got all the land and a great many working resources, in the form of captive beastmen, which in the current world could only be slaves…       The small Esempi kingdom, which his pet cherished so tenderly, was one of the few pieces of land where hybrids or beastmen could not live on a short leash of their masters… And these idiots destroyed everything themselves, losing the only one who could protect them from the threat from the outside…       However, Sam doesn't care about the human kingdoms and their plans. Those were not too interested in this island, where only the most ordinary stone, a little sand and a small forest were among the resources… And he wasn't going to attract the attention of those in power, enjoying his freedom and pet… Maybe Sapnap and Karl will finally come to their senses and put Quackity and George on a chain. Maybe Tommy will find out how strong people are and decide to tame his best friend and his husband… Maybe Bad will finally stop suffering from bullshit and will train Antfrost, Hannah and Skeppy. Or Punz and Purpled will take someone like Foolish or Slime into circulation… It's such a pity that Ponk is too kind-hearted to keep a beastman slave… He would be too merciful as master and most likely give these inhumans too much will…       Sam has long earned special honor among trainers. Many obedient and strong pets came out from under his hand, which, however, were not absolutely mentally broken, like almost everyone else's. And for this he was doubly appreciated… Dream was the only stain on his reputation, because he managed to escape… However, Sam himself was to blame, because he knew that the Dream had the gift of an admin, able to allow him to communicate with the spirits of territories, and carelessly took snake with him on a trip… Considering that admins are tied to extremely small pieces of space, the probability of hooking the same one was very low. But Dream was lucky, and they visited this island abandoned by people, where he managed to contact the spirits and get out of the cage, hiding in the embrace of the elements…       However, now, in Pandora's Vault, there is no way for spirits to go in… His pet has nowhere else to run… And Sam will do everything possible and impossible to leave him here forever…       …       After all, it was Dream who was his most beloved pet.…       ***       When the guardian finally decides to complete the punishment of his pet, almost two days have passed. All this time, Dream just sat there, only occasionally trying to move and at least stretch his cramped muscles relatively. He even spat on the pain and just sat on the spikes to relieve the pressure on his legs and arms, which too often began to go numb. Besides, it was terribly uncomfortable to sleep in this position, and therefore he was barely able to take a nap…       – You did well, my little Son.       He did not starve the guy, on the contrary, he fed him well, even when snake began to refuse food…       A tired, anguished gaze rises to the man, begging him to finally have mercy and let him go…       – It's okay, Son. The punishment is over, – Sam says almost affectionately, stroking his pet's straight, heavy hair.       Just a few seconds of eye contact and Dream lowers his head, again surrendering to the mercy of his master. Consciousness is too exhausted, and therefore snake is somewhere on the verge of reality, having long been disconnected from the sensations of the body… Besides, the dirt was already starting to infuriate, and the desire to finally get rid of the pressure in the stomach caused by the inability to go to the toilet was absolutely disgusting! Snakes did not need to cope with a need, and for this he could not stop thanking heaven, because otherwise there would have been even more humiliations and punishments. And for the most part, he digested food for a long time until it completely dissolved, so to some extent he even had enough of his former potato diet and periodic hunger strikes. However, now Sam was more likely to encircle him, and therefore the excess food that he was not able to absorb completely began to bring pain, demanding an exit…       But, Dream still holds on… And when his hands finally find relative freedom, although the guardian does not completely untie them. And when the rubber penis finally leaves the thin body… The wounds tingled weakly, and the dried blood fell off from the scales, rubber and other surfaces in tiny crusts…       Sam has to leave soon and let him take care of himself, but for some reason the man picks up his body, as if accidentally pressing on his stomach…       Tears come to his eyes. Head has already returned to work, even if it was hard. However, now his body was slowly beginning to betray him… He felt that he would not be able to stand it soon…       – Come on, Son, I know what you need, – Sam calmly says, bringing his pet to the toilet hole…       «Stars, no…» – Dream thinks in horror, realizing that another humiliation awaits him, breaking the pathetic remnants of not even pride, but his personality…       The guardian presses harder, and snake hisses softly-whines, trembling with tension in an attempt to prevent the inevitable…       – I pray, Sam, master, please let me go… – Dream whispers that is already too close…       – I'm just helping you, my little Son. You won't be able to take care of yourself with your hands tied, and we still need to treat your wounds.       «Which you also inflicted, you sick bastard!» – Dream thinks angrily, in a last attempt to preserve his consciousness…       However, the body also has its limits…       And the edge of what he can take is crossed by splashing and convulsive crying, as well as touching a man, which, without any squeamishness, washes his ass…       Fuck…       How the admin hates him…       How fiercely this pet hates its owner…       – Good boy. And now lie down and let me take care of your wounds, –an almost palpable contentment slips into his voice, while the man leaves the guy lying on the bed on his stomach, going for medicines that were lying a little to the side.       A couple of steps there. Couple back. The bubbling of a bottle with a disinfectant… The touch of wet cotton wool, from which Dream cannot restrain himself and not strain, causing himself only more pain… Sam's heavy disappointed sigh and a short blow to the buttocks, causing a flash of flame to roll through his body… Tears are even more caustic when they burn his eyes once again… It seems a little more and he will cry poison, as it was once in the legends of his kind… But he is not a great warrior-liberator and not a messenger of the serpent god, but just a despicable human's slave who has long violated the code of honor and dignity of his people… Even if he found out about it only after escaping from his terrifying master…       Probably, he would even be glad to just be broken like the others. At least he would no longer have to suffer from disgust or pain every time, because with burnout, all emotions are felt several times weaker…       Therefore, the guy just tries to pull away, create an artificial burnout that will leave only a pure mind without feelings and suffering… He doesn't care how strong the return from this will be… He has already done so and remained alive and even more or less adequate…       Just a little more and he will be free… At least in a dream…       However, his master has other plans and the limp body is again pulled up. This time, Sam give several commands through the communicator that rid the camera of an abnormal floor slab, although in its place there is not the old cold obsidian, but a new platform that is another field of spikes… And a hook descends from the ceiling, to which it will obviously be easy to tie his hands, driving him crazy with the continuation of the torture of tension…       "How many times…" – Dream thinks wearily, looking at all this action…       – So, Son. Will you tell me what I want to hear? – Sam clarifies again, although he is sure of a negative answer. Dream is too stubborn when it comes to such delicate matters… When it comes to the only thing he has left…       – No, master… I can't do it… – Dream answers in a barely audible voice, almost indifferently peering into the new torture.       – As I thought, – Sam just nods calmly, tying his pet's wrists to the hook, and also tying the elbows as much as possible so snake does not have a single chance to twist and escape from the pain of the twisted muscles. – And why do you like to complicate everything so much. You're always so stubborn that it gets annoying. You know I like obedient pets. And obedient pets can get all the benefits… – as always, the already boring lines sound just after all of that.       His owner repeated them every time since Dream's childhood, making him envious of obedient and beloved pets that received all the best and even affection, and not endless punishments like him… However, snake still could not overcome himself, even if sometimes he really began to want to give up. Something inside him seemed to shout a good obscenity, if he was been too close to this line of no return. And he always retreated, again hissing and disobeying and receiving more and more punishments…       Therefore, even now, after an outburst of desire to finally give up and just get care and affection instead of cruelty and pain, Dream clenches his teeth and obediently allows himself to be tied up. There are definitely no forces to resist, so he can only refuse to speak, enduring all the actions of his tormentor…       His feet burn with pain, because the same crooked iron spikes dig into his flesh and especially into his heels, on which he leans more strongly, just so as not to cut the more fragile pads of his fingers at all… His hands burn with tension, twisted behind his back, so that he can only bend down so as not to break them with his own weight…       The clothes, thank the stars, are back in place, although he feels something superfluous like a small cold ball in his cloaca. And this something will definitely not fall out thanks to his tight boxers…       – Think about your answer, Dream. I don't like it. I want to know everything you know about the book and I want to get my hands on it. And you know I won't back down. Don't test my patience too long, my little Son, or I might really cross the line…       «What else?» – after a couple of minutes, it took to realize the words of the guardian, Dream frowns weakly… Sam has crossed a variety of lines so many times. He almost beat him with a whip, rods, or even a stick. He raped him, tearing him apart over and over again and even forcing him to get pregnant from him several times, and then killing even unborn snakes while still in the womb, with another session of beatings… His master had brought him to the brink of life and death so many times that Dream simply didn't like pain rather than was afraid of it. He could also fight with horrific burns or frostbite, which his kind should have driven almost into instant paralysis and sleep. He could wield a sword with his arms turned out. He could run with broken legs. He could remain a killing machine, even if anyone else in his place would have died long ago or at least would not have been able to move anymore…       ***       The silence is unbearable. The bubbling of lava would have saved him at least a little if not for the glass, which completely absorbed all sounds, leaving only the cold and ringing silence of the chamber made of crying obsidian, forever hiding the slightest drops of heat… Previously, there was enough heat due to the periodically opened barrier. However, much more than a day has passed, and therefore the temperature has dropped to the point that the Dream's breath began to come out as a weak cloud of steam, and the body began to go numb not only from weakness and hunger, but also from hypothermia…       Sam continued to watch him… Came and went… He was saying something… However, Dream just didn't want to lip–read, although he knew how, and the guard was clearly not going to lift the glass…       – Sam, master, I'm going to fall, I beg you… - Dream mouthed, looking hopefully at his tormentor, that he was also quite capable of reading his words, even standing behind the glass…       However, the man raises an eyebrow, tapping on the glass and removing the mask. The mouth utters the previous demand, and Dream purses his lips, lowering his head and refusing to give up… There's no way he's going to give in to Sam. He would force him to stop, because the owner of the snake hated when his pets received too severe injuries ... Yes, he did not hesitate to intentionally break bones, but it was almost always just carelessness, because he tested new punishments and tortures on the Dream, which he had never tried before… The snake was a test object. Naughty and strong enough that there was a reason to use it for such tests and at the same time it was possible to minimize the probability of death, because the blond was simply unrealistically tenacious…       The ball periodically painfully shocks, which penetrates deep under the skin, because the cloaca still hides a small amount of moisture. At least without the imposed excitation, there is very, very little lubrication. Only a minimum, so as not to harm the tender flesh of the genitals…       However, this is quite enough for him to not be able to sleep at all…       The torture continues, although Dream has been ready to give up hundreds of times, almost falling and feeling less strength and more pain in his shoulders…       He asks twice more, begging to stop and not bring him to a complete loss of strength and fall, which will surely completely twist his shoulders, tearing muscles and breaking bones…       ***       The lava wall lazily descends again, revealing a view of the camera with the exhausted prisoner, which is shaking so much that it can be seen even from the observation deck, on which Sam is clearly standing… Or a visitor? Although the latter is clearly on the verge of fiction… Who wants to visit it? Why would Sam let anyone in to see him?       Just nonsense…       Silence still absorbs everything around, however, even the last crumbs of endurance melt so rapidly that the guy barely has time to freeze in an attempt to stay in the same position… That's just to pull up or lean on your feet there is no strength anymore…       His strength is leaving him… The legs give way, lowering the body down…       The snake falls forward, falling to his knees. The arms twist even harder, interrupting a painful cry, a spasm binding the throat. And then his body begins to fall backwards until the bones almost crack audibly…       A moment and the hands finally turn out, lowering the guy's body to the maximum… The crunch of bones and the crackle of tearing muscles would probably have been heard even in the main examination room, if not for the glass…       The spasm passes, opening the way to a completely inhuman wild scream, shaking the space with ringing, and then with wheezing, and finally only barely audible hissing and sobbing…       – Are you sick!? What the hell? – Technoblade screams, jumping from the bridge to the platform in front of the camera, still separated by glass, which slowly begins to rise, letting sounds into the camera… Although the last scream was heard even without it…       The fabric on the shoulders and knees is soaked with blood, but the snake just shivers, even if it brings him new portions of pain. The shock is too strong. Consciousness is stunned and overloaded…       He feels someone touching the ropes, pulling from side to side and disturbing the almost severed hands… He hisses, cries, and whispers in his animal dialect, because there is not enough consciousness for human words…       Finally the movements stop and unexpectedly careful hands carry the limp light body away from the thorn litter… To the icy water… The air quickly almost heated up, but the cold of the walls did not cancel it…       The bridge has already lowered, but the glass still remained raised, allowing the snake to warm up at least a little… Burning air that hurt more than it warmed…       Consciousness fades…       Finally…       After so many days without sleep…       It's not even a dream, but a faint. So deep that it's time to call a coma…       The snake is barely breathing…       So slowly and weakly that it seems as if he is really close to death…       ***       It takes almost two months, according to Techno, when Dream's body finally at least relatively recovers. His shoulders still ache insanely, but his vitality has once again played a role, forcing him to heal the incurable…       The guy, however, reacts extremely poorly to the actions of his neighbor in captivity…       Technoblade talks almost incessantly. Constantly moving. Doing something. He's writing something. Somehow trying to shake up an indifferent beastman… Snaps at Sam and demands normal food and medicines for Dream…       He even gets it, quite, but very quietly grumbling, doing wound treatment and feeding snake that could hardly eat a couple of spoons at a time, just refusing more… And it would be fine with pride or stubbornness, but his hands were crippled, and it was necessary to treat them! And for this you need energy, proper nutrition, rest, competent dressings, just a healthy sleep at last! Although the latter was the least of the problems, because the blond almost always slept…       The only thing that surprised Dream was Sam's sudden almost indifference. He did not demand to reveal the secret of the book, did not refuse food and bandages or even healing ointments, did not come to chain snake again, sending it to a new torture session for refusing to obey…       He didn't do anything…       And he didn't touch Techno either, although he was also a beastman, representing a fairly numerous genus of infernal pigs called piglins. The dimension of Nezer, which people aptly dubbed Hell, has not been well researched, and therefore the races living there have hardly suffered from the war that devastated the lands of ordinary hybrids, leaving all of them only slaves for humans…       Dream was sure that his master would never have missed the opportunity to tame another pet, even if he was much stronger and hardier than any terrestrial hybrid races…       However, for some reason he didn't even try…       And it was alarming…       ***       Another lunch…       For some reason, it seems to Dream that the porridge is a little sweeter than it should be…       Consciousness freezes, not allowing him to move and eat at least one more spoonful, while the Technoblade is quite eating his portion…       – Don't eat! – Dream screams almost in panic when the necessary memories finally penetrate into his head, because that's exactly the taste of the aphrodisiac porridge that Sam fed him before the torture began.       – Wai, who spoke! Do you want more when you haven't eaten anything yourself? – pig grins, but quickly becomes alert, peering into the outright horror shining in the green eyes of his friend and rival… – What's wrong, Dream?       – What's wrong, my little Son? – Sam pulls calmly, almost lazily, from the other end of the lava moat, causing Dream to freeze, and then tremble, almost slipping into hysteria.       – Hey, blob, why are you so tense, is everything okay? – Technoblade clarifies frowningly, gently slowly touching the tense back.       However, Dream reacts instantly, almost bouncing off his neighbor and immediately huddling in the far corner, between the glass wall and the crying Obsidian…       – Eat everything, Son. You need to eat well, – the guardian says with emphasis, and Dream is almost sent to the side of the food, but immediately pulls himself back. – Son. You know all the consequences perfectly well. I've already given you a big enough break. Don't disappoint me any more. Eat. It will be easier for you yourself if you feel at least some share of pleasure.       – No… Please, I don't want to… M… Sam, please!       – Eat, Son, – man almost chants, and the blonde shudders again, sobs, but returns to the table, picking up the spoon with trembling hands. Tears flow down your cheeks, giving the sweet porridge a taste of salt…       – Hey, everything's fine, why are you so scared? And, Sam, I swear, if you did something to him…       – Then you won't do anything. This is not your home world and the rules are different here. Besides, you are a stranger even for Son, and I am the one who raised him, – the man calmly says, driving some commands into the communicator…       Dream can only silently pray that it doesn't turn out to be something like that perverted nightmare, because he simply won't stand it if his only, probably, true friend becomes aware of how low he has fallen…       – Then you're a shitty guardian!       – Oh? No. I'm not a guardian, although that's what they call me… But why would I take care of a pathetic beastman? He is my property. My best creation. Earlier I was stupid and let him escape, breathe freedom, but now it won't happen again. He just needs to be who he was born and raised to be. A pet…       This notorious "pet" is ringing in the snake's ears, which again shivers like an aspen leaf in the wind. No. He was not only and not so much a pet as a weapon. However, now he was really molded into an animal that was completely obedient to its owner.       Beastmen were often used as free labor, but no less often they were trained as bed slaves, who should delight the ears, eyes and bodies of the masters. Dream was even lucky that he was born and brought up during the war, and not after it… He was raised primarily as a loyal soldier… And it was only after the end of hostilities that Sam took up more disgusting types of training for Dream…       For snakes, as the admin learned from the books, the most important thing was offspring. That's why they took the intimate relationship very seriously, subconsciously rejecting any contact other than a suitable partner for mating and raising snakes… Other hybrids, judging by the books he read, did not have such a serious focus on intimacy. They perceived sex roughly as people. But for him, any connection turned into torture and grief… Or from the fact that he was left empty after the connection. Or from the fact that he got pregnant on the contrary, knowing exactly what he would lose…       And he read that piglins almost completely blow their heads off when the gon comes…       …       And rutting is perfectly provoked by aphrodisiacs, even if it will be an extremely short artificial season…       And Dream understood what was waiting for him. And sobbed from the fact that he would not be able to resist for sure. And because he's too weak. And because he can't hurt a friend. And because he will get extra if he still manages to somehow escape from violence…       No matter how much it broke him from the thought that Sam, as always, would watch and might even comment…       The remnants of pride crumble to dust, for the sake of the last friend that he had… A friend that he will surely lose after this…       Therefore, the admin obediently eats porridge with the cursed substance, afraid to look up at Technoblade, whose breathing is getting heavier by the minute… Pig clearly feels that something is wrong, and may even have already guessed…       – Yours. Mother, Sam. What the fuck?! – the blonde hears the stunned angry scream of a friend, swallowing the remnants of tears along with another spoonful of porridge… – Are you completely crazy? I won't be able to control myself! This… It's not something that can be handled so lightly! Gon is not a toy! It's almost a curse!       – I know. And that's why you're not alone.       – You… you seriously did all this so that I would snap and rape my own friend?! You're definitely out of your mind!       – Why would I? People often observe the behavior of animals. You're not much different from them, so it's just a study…       – Study my ass, bastard! We are not animals and never will be!       – Haven't you noticed that Dream hardly uses words anymore? He understands his place well. He argues and is stubborn, but he knows. And he knows he's not going anywhere… An animal is only fit to be a pet. And he can't even be obedient. Completely useless off the battlefield, but I still did a good job… It's better now. Now he knows and knows a little more than just waving iron…       – You're crazy, because of which he almost lost his hands! I'm not talking about the degree of hypothermia and general exhaustion to which you brought him!       The pink-haired man pauses and freezes. The tense line of the back, tightly clenched teeth, claws almost piercing the palms…       Snake can't help trembling, trying hard not to make a sound…       – Eat, Son, – Sam orders for the third time and the pet can't disobey. Now definitely not. Three is the final. Another reminder and punishment, and a rather harsh one is provided for him…       Therefore, the blonde tries to continue his meal as quietly as possible, pausing for a moment under the heavy gaze of completely blackened eyes, as if in the midst of a battle… And yet he continues, afraid to take his greenery away from someone else's agate…       Eats. And eats. And eats…       Until the porridge ends, and his body does not betray him, oozing grease so much that his pants are already completely wet… But there was still that ball in him that beat him with an electric current…       Dream trembles with expectation and disgust for his own body… He puts the dishes aside so as not to break them and then wash them…       – Undress, Son. Quench your own and others' thirst, – his master orders…       The admin most of all now wants to hear the light voices of the spirits that rule these lands… Those innocent bright kind bells that made him literally blossom, making acquaintances, trusting… Protecting these precious voices that begged for his help… The spirits were for the snake exactly all his unborn children, for whom he was ready to give what anything, including life… That's why he's here… And yes, he's scared to death, but he doesn't regret his actions. After all, at least a little, but it became easier for the spirits… They rejoiced and thanked him…       However, they are all outside, and he is here now. Inside. In the cold obsidian Pandora's box, where only his unrealistic hope for happiness remained, to which he had never had any right…       Therefore, the Dream obediently pulls off the T-shirt and pants from the body, and then the boxers, remaining completely defenseless. The hand reaches out to get the ball, but Sam immediately makes a dissatisfied noise and the pet stops, just lowering his palms to his knees, shyly covering his current crotch ... He certainly had resistance to chemicals and poisons, but it did not help much against aphrodisiacs or simple medicines… And if the latter was good, because it was already difficult for him to be treated without healing potions, then here is the first… It's like a curse of some kind…       The admin does not dare to look up. Even if his friend's mind is now almost completely extinguished, and the memories will remain barely a couple of shreds, it's still too wrong…       Dream hides his hands behind his back in the hope that he will be able to keep them away from touching… The muscles hurt too much, and were too fragile, threatening to tear again, even if it was just a weak jerk…       The snake shudders when his friend's big rough hands squeeze his waist, pulling the guy closer to the piglin in gon…       These hands are warm, dry, and to some extent even cautious, because despite the strong grip, Technoblade does not cross a certain line that could harm another… Piglin is silent, weakly grinning and sniffing the snake's obediently open neck… The scales almost do not smell, however, a faint echo of forest moisture, barely noticeable after so many days locked up, it seems so fresh that the pink-haired man clings to the dense smooth surface, tasting it with his lips, and then weakly biting with huge fangs that did not fit in his mouth. Therefore, his face was also quite specific, even if he looked much more human than his fellows…       Although Dream always didn't give a damn about it…       So he just endures, clenching his teeth and waiting for further action…       He would never harm or interfere with Techno, leaving him to suffer from the pain that invariably overtook those who spent the race alone. Even if he is not obliged to help him, the admin values his friend and does not want him to experience a breakdown like his, when Sam left Dream to suffer from arousal for almost a month as a teenager, constantly drugging him with new portions, but at the same time restraining him so that it was barely possible to move…       He can be patient for the sake of a friend… He can tolerate the hands that unfold him like a rag doll. Tilt, rather sharply bursting into the moist interior. They return, squeezing his skinny ass, while a dissatisfied grunt is heard from the throat…       The fabric almost cracks when piglin pulls off his pants, freeing his excited nature…       Dream fatally closes his eyes, this time hiding his hands in front of him, although it's too painful to rely on them. He feels pressure and almost immediately feels penetration, because there is a lot of lubricant, and the cloaca is large enough to accommodate much more than what his ass is capable of… His own penis has long since crawled out of the soft masonry, and now he feels pressure at its base, because that's where the entrance to the bosom is located…       Deeper… The snake sobs from pain and fullness, and piglin purrs from pressure and light coolness…       The claws cling to the sides, letting blood trails down the legs of the admin, and he only shudders, feeling the pink-haired man's penis leave him…       The inhale is interrupted by an instantaneous cry-exhale, when piglin abruptly pushes inside, almost pulling the snake on his penis…       A quiet hiss escapes from the throat of the blonde, because the piglins were not only larger than people, but also generously gifted below the waist… The head pressed on the uterus, which almost diverged in front of her, although Dream resisted this with all his might, shifting slightly lower so that the piglin did not enter so deeply…       A push that pulls out a hiss-a whine from one and a satisfied growl from the other…       One more…       The movements become faster and more chaotic, while the piglin moves abruptly, driving into the snake, unable to restrain moans…       It felt wrong, but also for some reason did not bring pain, rather igniting pleasure, to which the admin was not used at all. Constant thrusts into sensitive points, and even more so his most precious gates, were not painful, as always happened with toys or Sam and his henchmen, but send electric shocks of pleasure through the body… Dream likes to feel Techno's cock in himself, likes to feel his movements…       The snake freezes, simply surrendering to the mercy of its partner… Ponders the last thoughts… Feels the tension, the acceleration of Techno, and then a bright flash of its release, coupled with additional impulses from the ongoing, but slowing tremors of piglin…       He feels pleasure…       He likes to feel full…       He wants this relationship to continue…       The world is cracking while memories and grief roll over the snake, which has always lost the most precious thing for itself… whether it be living beings, some things or qualities of its character. Even the illusions of freedom…       He was tired of worrying about anything…       He's just tired…       Piglin slightly pinned him down earlier after his finale, but his penis quickly recovers, closing the exit to sperm, the presence of which will surely lead to certain consequences…       Thrusts again, this time accompanied by much more obvious moans of pleasure and even encouraging rather than painful or frightened hissing…       – Hey, Son, do you really enjoy being fucked? Did you like the big dick so much? Mine wasn't enough, then? Or is it because you're both animals?       The hateful voice awakens unpleasant sensations, and therefore the snake simply ignores them, completely surrendering to the process… He presses his back to the piglin's chest, which is still dressed, only slightly lowering his pants… Wraps his arms around a strong neck, substituting his for kisses-bites… Moans with tears in his eyes that appeared from overexcitation and pleasure, and not from pain or self-loathing…       The feeling as if all the scales lifted for a moment, letting the second discharge of pleasure through the body this morning…