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“You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like if I were to complete the set.”
Bill’s voice was high and mocking as he examined Stanley, looking him over with the interest of a child examining a particularly ugly insect. Ford found himself bound in chains, suspended painfully from the ceiling by his wrists and neck, unable to do anything but observe as Stanley struggled in Bill’s grasp. Bill was massive, towering over the room. Easily large enough to clutch a grown man in his hand, with room to spare.
“You’re clearly the superior model,” Bill continued, ignoring Stanley’s protests as he held the man in the palm of his hand. A single finger prodded at Stanley’s round midsection. Ford trembled with rage. As much anger as he felt towards Stanley– He was the one who had ruined their plan, after all– He didn’t deserve to be the center of Bill’s attention.
“Your business is with me, Cipher. Let Stanley go.” Ford said, projecting as much authority as he could. Bill’s eye met his before curving into a smile.
“Still protective of him even after all he’s done to ruin your life, aren’t you? Poor Sixer.” Bill laughed. “As far as I’m concerned, my business is with every miserable member of the Pines family. You are just my favorite, Fordsy! Let’s see how your cheap knockoff holds up to the real thing.”
“I think you’ll find I’m made of much tougher stuff than my pansy of a brother, you freak,” Stanley stated boldly. Ford could tell that it was a bluff, even from his distance away. There was a tension in the way that he struggled to get away. Stanley’s eyes were wide, and kept darting around the room, desperately seeking an escape route. Despite this, his hands were balled into fists, and he kept his head up high. Ford wanted nothing more than for his idiotic twin to shut up. To let Bill grow bored of him and return his attention back to Ford.
He knew how to handle Bill’s torture. He was basically an expert in that field, at this point. He could write a dissertation. Stanley, though? He was soft. He hadn’t been through what Ford had. Bill would destroy him.
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
The room warped, reality shifting to bend to Bill’s every whim. Two large podiums formed, and the ground fell away, leaving them at such a vast twisting height that it gave Ford vertigo. Ford found himself deposited on one podium, chain free, while Stanley was dropped next to him. The podiums were small. Big enough to stand on, but even getting into a sitting position would be dangerous. Stanley was close enough that Ford could likely grasp his hand, if they both reached out at once.
With a delicate pinch, Bill gripped onto Stanley’s jacket. He then ripped it from his body with ease, leaving Stanley’s top half bare. Stanley yelped, leaning dangerously far backwards as he overcorrected, trying to keep his balance. Bill grabbed him once more just as he began to fall, lifting him up just enough for his feet to dangle. He then pulled Stanley’s pants off, taking his shoes with them, leaving him in only his underwear and a single sock. Ford felt bile riding in his esophagus at the way that Bill stared at Stanley’s naked body. It was an expression he was all too familiar with, and not something he ever wanted to see Bill direct at anyone he cared about.
After a few moments, Bill set him back down and turned his gaze onto Ford. It was almost a relief to see that hunger turned back onto himself. Ford swallowed heavily, snarling at Bill as he came closer.
“I’m going to make you regret the day you ever contacted this dimension,” Ford swore, refusing to avert his gaze even as Bill grabbed him with a dozen hands and shredded the clothes off of his body. He was left completely nude, of course. Not even spared the dignity of keeping his underwear. He had both of his socks on, though. For what good that did him. Ford hated being exposed like this. In front of Bill was one thing, but Stanley as well? The humiliation burned, his ears flushed red. At the very least, Stanley wasn’t looking close enough to see any of Ford’s more unsavory tattoos. Or the fresh brands and cuts that Bill had left partially healed across his body.
“You’re not going to get away with this!” Stanley said. Damn. Bill’s eye darted back to Stanley, clearly drinking in every detail. He had shrunk down considerably at some point, though he still loomed over the pairing like a cumulonimbus cloud; threatening and crackling with power. “Stanford and I are going to kick your ass back to whatever Hell you crawled out of!”
It was easy to see the differences in the two twins’ bodies when they stood naked beside each other. Stanley stood up straighter, and therefore looked taller. He was much fatter, but there was an obvious layer of thick muscle under the softness. Next to him, Ford looked a little more lean, despite his bulk. He was still soft around the middle, but not so much as his twin. He hadn’t had a lifestyle that allowed him to pack on as much weight as his body naturally would have liked. Stanley also looked noticeably cleaner, and while he had a significant number of scars, Ford looked as though he had taken up being cut open and burned as a recreational hobby. There was a silvery burnt patch on his chest where the thick, coarse hair that coated the rest of his body didn’t grow. It looked almost like he’d begun to wax his chest, but gave up only a few strips in.
“Hmm…” Bill said conversationally, clearly not paying any mind to their threats. His eye was shiny with drool as he looked back and forth between the two. Ford didn’t like how visibly excited he was. It could only mean bad things. “I think Sixer’s more attractive. The freakish hands and the scars do it for me, I think,” Bill said, reaching out to grope at Ford’s chest. Ford shouted and slapped his hand away, but he persisted. Gripping onto his pectoral muscle tight enough to bruise. He hissed in agony, but trying to pry off Bill’s hand was akin to trying to lift a mountain.
“But you, cheap knockoff…” Bill turned his gaze back to Stanley, though he didn’t release Ford from his punishing grip. “More flesh to work with. And I just know that every time I even look at you, it makes Fordsy so mad! It’s hilarious how protective he is!” He finally let Ford go. The place he had been gripping was swollen and red, and throbbed in agony. Ford gave no outward reaction aside from a wince.
“Or maybe it’s not protectiveness…” Bill teased, floating closer to Stanley. He ran a hand along Stanley’s jaw tenderly, much to the man’s obvious bewilderment and disgust.
“Maybe he’s jealous.” Bill teased, voice low and hungry. Stanley’s eyes widened in realization, and he looked back and forth between Bill and Ford in horror.
“What? Look, I don’t know what weird shit you two have got going on, but I want no part in it,” Stanley said, jerking his head in the opposite direction of Bill’s invasive hand. There wasn’t anywhere for him to go, though. The platform was so small that he could barely even cringe away from Bill’s touch.
“Don’t be so dramatic!” Bill said, suddenly shoving his hand into Stanley’s mouth and gripping onto his bottom teeth. Another hand joined the first, gripping the top of his mouth, as he pried Stanley’s jaw open to look inside.
“Ooh, fake teeth!” Bill said, in seemingly genuine delight. He ripped Stanley’s dentures out of his mouth with a third hand, as Stanley tried to shout and yell in protest. Bill backed away with his prize, cackling. “Yet another way that your copy is inferior to you in every way. Is this really the garbage that you’re risking everything for, Sixer? Pathetic. Give me the equation, and I can let you keep this broken mockery of yourself as a pet. I’ll even throw in the two brats as a bonus after I put the fear of me back into them!”
“Leave my family out of this!” Ford said, a bit too much desperation in his voice as he watched Bill begin to run his hands down Stanley’s chest and stomach. “He doesn’t know anything, Bill. He’s a worthless idiot. You could give him our most advanced technology for an eternity and he’d be no closer to finding out the information you need. Let him go, and you and I will continue negotiations.”
Stanley opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced with a snap of Bill’s fingers. A cheap red ball gag appeared in Stanley’s mouth, stretching his lips open wide. His arms were also bound behind his back by fuzzy pink handcuffs, in order to prevent him from removing the gag. He let out a muffled groan of protest, but was ignored.
“‘Continue negotiations’ is the most compliance I’ve gotten out of you in thirty years! Who knew all I had to do was bring this ‘worthless idiot’ into it! Unfortunately for the both of you, I’m not done comparing! I wonder which one of you can make me cum harder. I’ve done plenty of testing with you already, Fordsy, so don’t get too excited! I’m going to take this disgusting hunk of flesh for a quick spin!”
Bill cut Stanley’s underwear off, leaving him completely exposed. His cock was soft, unsurprisingly, but Bill didn’t seem to care as he grabbed it tightly. Stanley screamed and tried to pull away, but suddenly there were a dozen hands on him that kept him suspended in the air on his back even as he tried to fall off of the podium.
“I think his is thicker than yours,” Bill said cheerfully as he came to hover over Stanley threateningly. He began to pull his legs apart, giggling maniacally, before Ford finally pushed past the terror that had seized him to yell.
“Bill, please!” He said, voice cracking. Bill actually stopped for a moment, looking back at Ford. Attention successfully diverted. Ford didn’t know what to do. For all of his brain power, all of his planning, he hadn’t ever expected to handle… This. He didn’t want Stanley getting hurt like that. He didn’t want to see Stanley being broken the same way he had been, over and over. He felt weak and cowardly, with trembling hands and tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“Fuck me instead.” Ford finally managed. “Please. I won’t even fight. You won’t even have to hold me down. I know you’re not interested in– in him. You want me. Please. I’ll let you do anything to me.” He knew he had shown his hand, exposed his weakness. He might have doomed himself, but he didn’t regret it. He’d do anything for Stanley, as much of an irritant as he is. Bill watched him for a few moments, contemplating.
“Anything?” Bill asked, finally. Ford swallowed down the bile that burned in his throat as he nodded, ignoring the way that Stanley was shaking his head furiously.
“As long as you don’t touch Stanley,” Ford said, sounding much quieter than he had before, despite the fact that he was projecting his voice just as much. He felt small and weak in front of Bill. Just as he always was.
“Oh, Fordsy, I know just the thing. You promise no take-backsies, right? If you don’t keep your end of the deal, I’ll rape him to death right in front of you! Haha!” Stanley was thrashing in Bill’s grasp with renewed vigor, clearly trying to put an end to Ford’s planning. But it was out of Stanley’s hands, and Ford was already speaking.
“Fine. Just… Release him from his bindings.” Ford said, gesturing towards the tacky pink cuffs and gag. Bill cackled and suddenly the room they were in was morphing again, twisting into something smaller, more familiar. The inside of the Fearamid warped into somewhat resembling a high class bedroom, with some added gore and a lack of understandable physics. The warped reality of what had happened to Gravity Falls still flickered and pulsed strange light through a window, but the window was closed, and the screams were silent.
Bill waved his hand (he was back to two, now) and the bindings keeping Stanley trapped and silent crumbled into multicolored sand and vanished as they hit the plush carpet. Finally free, Stanley wasted no time.
“Stanford, I can’t let you do– That.” He looked pale and nauseated at the thought. “You shouldn’t whore yourself out to this freak. I can handle it, it’s fine–”
“I can handle it, Stanley.” Ford snapped, in a tone that left no room for argument. “It’s nothing I haven’t been through before. Just leave.”
“Wait one minute, Smart Guy,” Bill interrupted. He had been watching the twins argue with a gleeful expression. “I didn’t say he could just waltz out of here. We still haven’t fulfilled your end of the deal.”
Ford blanched, heart dropping into his stomach.
“You aren’t going to make him watch, are you?” He asked, disgusted. The idea of Stanley watching made his blood turn to ice. The thought of anyone witnessing him fall apart like that was utterly mortifying. He was very aware of the way that he got, whenever he was in Bill’s grasp like that. His body had been forcefully trained to enjoy whatever twisted horrors that Bill wanted to put him through. And he was self aware of the fact that he got extremely loud whenever he lost himself. Sacrificing his dignity and body to Bill was one thing, someone witnessing him enjoying it was an entirely new level of humiliation.
“Send him away,” Ford demanded, feeling chills break out along his body at the thought of it. He should have thought of this. He was being punished for his idiocy and lack of foresight. “At least in another room.”
Bill snapped his fingers and a large plush recliner appeared, looking as though it were made of human leather, body hair included. It trembled like a living thing as Bill settled onto it comfortably, tucking his feet neatly beneath his triangular body.
“Silly Fordsy! You told me that I couldn’t touch your brother. You didn’t say anything about you touching him. And you told me that I could do whatever I want to you, so…” Bill cut himself off with a laugh as he leaned back, kicking his feet joyfully. “Oh man, Sixer! You should see the look on your face.” Bill was drooling out the corners of his eye, the thick slime almost resembling tears. His long forked tongue slid out from beneath his eyeball past his eyelids, wiping up the excess moisture. He was aroused.
“Have sex with your brother, or I will. And trust me, the results of that second option won’t be pretty!”
“You can’t possibly expect–” Stanley started, face turning red from rage. Ford interrupted, stepping past him and drawing Bill’s attention to himself.
“You won’t hurt Stanley.” Ford said, voice firm. “Or the kids.” Bill rolled his eye.
“I said I wouldn’t rape him, not any of that nonsense,” Bill said, sounding as if he were growing annoyed. “You’re lucky I even made that deal. But fine, I’ll be generous. If you entertain me, then I won’t torture any of them. For now, at least. Now get on with it, I’m a busy triangle. Parties to throw, innocents to mutilate.”
Ford turned back to Stanley, deciding that simply getting on with it would be advantageous. He was completely caught off-guard by the fist that crashed into the side of his face. He fell to his knees, stunned for a few moments, before he shook the daze away. He supposed that he deserved that. Stanley looked angry to the point of tears.
“You just had to be the hero,” Stanley growled. Ford rolled his eyes, straightening his glasses from where they’d slipped from the blow.
“You should be thanking me, I very well just saved you from–”
“From what? Getting fucked by your evil boyfriend? The demon that you are responsible for? You’re the one who brought him here, Ford. And here you are, wanting to– Wanting to–” Stanley suddenly stumbled and sat heavily on the bed, burying his face in his hands.
Ford swallowed past the lump in his throat, but that didn’t stop the tears that forced their way into his eyes. He supposed he deserved that, too. It was his fault that they were doing this. He had been the one who had fallen for Bill’s tricks, every time. He would make this right, he swore to himself. But right now, he just had to buy Stanley some time.
Ford shuffled over to where Stanley was sitting, still on his knees. He reached out and rested his hands on Stanley’s legs. Stanley flinched, and was clearly about to kick him away, but Ford pressed a kiss to Stanley’s knee, shocking him into silence.
“Stanley. Please. If we don’t do this, then he’s going to kill you.” Ford said the last sentence with a bit more anger than he intended, but he was scared. “Let’s just entertain him. I won’t make you do anything too… Distasteful. I will… Take the role of the woman, so to speak. Just close your eyes and imagine I’m someone pretty.”
Stanley looked nauseous, but his gaze flicked up and met Bill’s who was clearly entertained by Ford’s insistence. He swallowed heavily, before giving a short, jerky nod.
“After all of this is over, we will never talk about this,” Stanley said, voice tight as he allowed Ford to spread his legs. He was hairy and sweaty, and as Ford pressed closer, his head swam with the natural scent of Stanley’s musk. A few days into the apocalypse had him smelling strong.
Ford didn’t want to tell Stanley that he wasn’t even sure if this would ever be over, so instead he leaned forward and ran his tongue along his brother’s soft cock.
He wanted to gag. He closed his eyes, but all that did was allow the buildup of tears to escape. Stanley was completely silent and still, almost as if he were holding his breath. Ford wrapped a loose, trembling hand around the limp flesh, trying to stroke life into it as he lavished the tip in licks. Quick, efficient, trying very hard not to think about what exactly was happening.
Remembering that Bill wanted them to be entertaining, Ford reached out with his free hand to grab one of Stanley’s. He brought his brother’s hand to his hair, encouraging him to grip. Bill wolf-whistled as Stanley shakingly went along with it, and Ford took that moment to slip a good portion of Stanley’s dick into his mouth. He was still mostly soft, but Ford’s efforts were clearly having an effect.
It was a natural reaction, Ford knew. Bill had forced the same reactions out of his own body enough times for him to understand that. But he still couldn’t fight back a sob as Stanley’s cock hardened in his throat. He felt something wet hitting the back of his neck and flinched, only to realize that Stanley was crying, too. He would talk to Stanley about it later, apologize and promise to never speak to him again, after they defeated Bill. If they succeeded, then he’d vanish from Stanley’s life entirely. Stanley would forget him, and all would be well.
His throat ached around the intrusion, but he did his best to fit more. Stanley was definitely hard, now, especially as Ford began to stroke the remaining inches of his cock that couldn’t fit into his mouth. He was drooling everywhere, and tears were streaming down his face, but he continued on as long as he could manage.
After a few more moments, he pulled away, gagging and shaking as he inspected Stanley’s cock. He was entirely hard, successfully. Now all he had to do was put on a show for Bill. Then Stanley would be safe. This was the least that he could do.
He stood up, wiping his face quickly. The salty, bitter taste remained heavy on his tongue.
“Stanley,” Ford said, his voice hoarse. Stanley met his eyes with a glassy expression, as though he were mentally a thousand miles away. Ford hoped that whatever his mind was doing to preserve itself, it would be enough. Dissociation could be a lifesaver, Ford knew from experience.
Ford climbed onto the bed, trying to ignore how it was far softer and wobbled much more than any bed was supposed to. Shaking, he got onto his hands and knees, facing the headboard. The realization that Stanley was going to be staring at Ford’s embarrassing tattoos and disgusting scarred-up back made him feel very small.
“Come here, Stanley,” Ford said, and he tried not to flinch as Stanley climbed onto the bed behind him. Ford reached back with spit-slick fingers, pushing into his slack hole with ease. Bill had been fucking him mercilessly for several days, and while the damage was healed afterwards, his ass remained loose and ready. He just needed some slickness.
Ford tried not to think about how much Stanley must hate him now, but the thought was heavy on his mind as one of Stanley’s hands met Ford’s hip, as his other hand shakily guided his cock to be resting against Ford’s gaping ass.
Stanley blamed Ford for everything that was happening, and that must be why he pushed into him so abruptly. Too much, too quickly, Ford couldn’t silence his pleading whine, couldn’t prevent his legs from sliding further open instinctively. Stanley spat, and he could feel the wet warmth as he spread the liquid on his cock, helping ease the way. Stanley’s other hand met Ford’s other hip, before pushing in another short, rough burst, which punched another moan from Ford that he couldn’t bite down.
He closed his eyes, hating how easy his body was. His cock was already half-hard, and he hadn’t touched it at all.
“Haha, he likes it! What a freak,” Bill said, amused.
“Shut. Up.” Ford sobbed, but it was too quiet. His arms gave out, mercifully, and he buried his face in the plush comforter and screamed as Stanley began to pull out, before agonizingly pushing his way back into him. There wasn’t enough slickness to keep it from feeling like he was being ripped open from the inside. Stanley’s iron grip on his hips kept his ass at the right angle, and Ford jumped as Stanley managed to rut against his sweet spot. He was being slow, but that didn’t take away from the brutality of the act. Ford writhed as he felt like he was being ripped open, but didn’t try to pull away. It wasn’t enough.
“More,” Ford choked out, and he heard Stanley’s breathing stutter. Stanley needed to be faster. It was going to hurt regardless, and neither of them were going to cum at this rate. Ford was unable to explain his logic, though, as Stanley slammed into him, and the only thing that could escape his mouth was a pitiful moan.
“You always were such a slut, Fordsy. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re getting off to this. I’m not surprised by your animal of a brother, either. His intelligence is so low that he probably can’t tell the difference between you and a potential mate! Look at you two! A match made in Heaven!” Bill’s voice was grating, but it was something to focus on other than Stanley’s heavy breathing and rough calloused hands and thick cock splitting him open and–
Ford buried his face in a pillow in an attempt to silence his cries as he came. He weakly rocked back against Stanley, forcing him deeper as his untouched cock soiled the bed underneath him. It felt good, and he couldn’t stop crying. He told himself that he didn’t regret his choices. Stanley didn’t deserve to endure Bill’s sexual torment, and it’s much better for Ford to endure this temporary humiliation than possibly lose his brother to Bill’s violent proclivities.
Ford didn’t think he was ever going to be turned on again without crying. He wasn’t ever going to be able to forget how disgusting he was, for getting off to this. He was worse than Bill. The stimulation was quickly becoming too much, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. He went limp as his orgasm came down, but Stanley kept going. Ford was aware of Bill speaking, but it felt like his head had been submerged in water.
Stanley had to know he came, and so quickly, too. Ford wondered if Stanley would think that he arranged this, somehow. That Ford was a predator all along and that he was just waiting for the opportunity to trick his twin brother into bed with him. Stanley had only just found out that Ford liked men, or at least that he had some sexual and romantic history with Bill. He likely had suspected it since they were children, though. Ford had never gotten the courage to tell him. Now Stanley knew, and likely thought that Ford had been lusting after him.
Ford felt something hot and slick dripping down the backs of his thighs, and he quickly recognized the coppery scent in the air as blood. The realization shouldn’t have made his limp cock stir to life again, but it did. It hurt so bad, but the pain didn’t mask the agonizing pleasure. It only enhanced it, and before long, Ford was weakly rocking his hips weakly against his brother’s once more. Stanley’s hips stuttered for a moment, before his grip tightened and he began pounding into him.
Ford’s back arched and he wailed, gripping the pillow as he threw his head back. Another orgasm washed over him, wracking his entire body in unwanted waves of ecstasy. Finally, mercifully, Stanley came. He let Ford’s hips go, and he collapsed, trembling as he felt the last few spurts of cum spill onto his back and ass, all over his gaping hole and “Flirty Gal XO” tattoo.
Ford didn’t realize how loud he had been sobbing until the room was otherwise silent, save for the sound of Stanley’s heavy breathing. He shook his head, trying to get ahold of himself and ignore the fact that his brother’s cum was leaking out of his asshole, mixed with his own blood. He was usually more resilient, usually he wouldn’t cave this early, but this… Bill hadn’t ever done anything as terrible to him as this.
“Alrighty then!” Bill said. He clapped his hands, and suddenly Stanley disappeared in a flash of golden light. Ford weakly reached out to where his brother had just been, wondering if he’d just witnessed him die.
“Oh relax, Sixer. I sent him back down into a cage with the kids. Fully dressed, of course, I’m not a creep,” Bill said, in a voice that was not at all reassuring. Ford supposed he should be grateful, that Stanley was safe and far away from him now.
He just wished that he had the chance to say sorry.
“I might bring him back in later. Maybe I should make you two do the opposite positions, that would be fun! But for now…”
Hands gripped his hips once more, yanking him back onto his hands and knees. “Ready for round two?”