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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Sugar_Daddy_AU, domestic_abuse, Abuse, Beating, Verbal_Abuse, Master/Pet,
      Manipulation, Smut, Anal_Sex, Anal_tearing, Yelling, Bill_is_very_angry,
      poor_Dipper_he_really_doesn't_deserve_this, cross_dressing, No_after
      care, I_admit_this_made_me_uncomfortable_to_write, also_I_gave_up_halfway
      through_and_didn't_have_the_energy_to_even_attempt_editing_this, so_what
      you_see_is_what_you_get
  Series:
      Part 2 of Alternate_Universes
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-06 Words: 2930
****** Heavy Handed ******
by LanxBorealis
Summary
     Dipper made a mistake and Bill makes sure he never makes it again.
Notes
     I didn't edit this and I'm not going to so....yeah I don't care about
     errors.
     I'd say enjoy but with subject matter like this I think that's kinda
     hard to do.
     Well whatever.
See the end of the work for more notes
Dipper was shaking as the door closed behind him.
 
The biting air of Bill’s penthouse nipped at the skin on his bare back, seeping
straight through the thin and little dress he was wearing and directly into his
bones, freezing the marrow inside and leaving him completely paralyzed. His
heart raced, as if trying to break out of his chest and part of Dipper wished
it would. After all, death would be so much favorable than what he knew was
going to happen.
 
Then again, it was what he deserved, wasn’t it? He was the one that ruined the
party, the one who actually got Bill’s immaculate face for the public and his
friends to crack, even just a bit, showcasing what he already knew.  
 
Sudden adrenaline pumped through him as that too familiar lock clicked, echoing
about the penthouse and as much as Dipper wanted to run, to throw himself out
the window, to do anything and everything to prevent what was going to happen,
all he could do was hang his head, shoulders tensing up. He squeezed his eyes
tightly, entire face wrinkling at the force. Splotches of forced color danced
behind his eyelids and Dipper wondered if he could focus on them hard enough,
he wouldn’t notice what was happening outside his little, darkened world.
 
Huge hands grasped his upper arms and before Dipper could even begin to scream,
was thrown hard against the wall to the right. He let out a wail of pain as the
mirror hanging on the wall crashed down right on his left shoulder, surely
bruising it before shattering into what was surely thousands of little pieces
at his feet. Dipper froze, leaning back against the wall, hoping against all
hope he wouldn’t be forced to his knees in the mess.
 
A snarl sounded in front of him and a huge palm pressed against his lower jaw,
fingers splayed over his cheeks, jerking his head upwards.
 
“Look at me.”
 
Dipper shuddered at the lack of emotion in that voice, the pure stoic apathy
only tinted slightly with some sort of malice Dipper wished he never had to
have faced. He trembled even more, only the cruel hand at his face and the wall
at his back keeping him up and very slowly, the young teen opened his already
tearing mocha eyes, breath caught in his chest as he stared upon those
mismatching eyes towering above him. Bill’s perfect and prim lips were twisted
up into a snarl.
 
“You made a fool of me out there. What were you  thinking?”
 
Dipper trembled, caught in the storm that was Bill’s fury as the man glared
down at him.
 
“Obviously you hadn’t been. You are to do as I say at all times, Dipper Pines.
You are not to speak unless I permit it, not to even  glance  at others unless
I tell you it’s okay. You went against that.”
 
“I know, sir! I know I just-”
 
Dipper let out another wail of agony as his cheek exploded in pain, head
snapping to the right. His bones burned, skin smarting at the pure fury in the
strike as he stumbled backwards. Back hitting the wall, knees almost giving
out, the small brunet’s hands flew to his face to cup his stinging jaw, slowly
opening and closing his mouth. He hoped beyond all hope that Bill didn’t break
any of his teeth- that would make him even unhappier than he was now.
 
Bill fumed as he stared down at him, that warm honey eye matching the cruel
blue one in its iciness. “I wasn’t done,  pet.”  The man growled, lowering his
fist slowly, popping his fingers as he did so, each and every single crack
reverberating off the thick air filled with dread and the tears that were now
streaming down Dipper’s face, smearing his mascara and surely running his
foundation. “And obviously you don’t know. If you did you wouldn’t of opened
your mouth and inserted your foot now would you?”
 
Dipper knew better than to answer, shivering instead and slowly giving the
barest of nods. He blinked hard, still trying to chase the stars and inky black
blobs that still swam in his vision. He dropped his shaking hands, steepling
them against the wall behind him, fingertips digging into the cream paint.
 
“That’s what I thought.” Bill muttered. The man sighed, running his own tense
fingers through his curly blond hair before slamming his hands down on Dipper’s
shoulders, eliciting another cry from the teen, who squeezed his eyes tight in
pain again, biting his tongue hard as he felt sour, margarita-stained breath
billow over him, hot and salty, dripping with ill intentions and hunger for
punishment he surely deserved. “You stupid, good-for-nothing boy. Do I need to
remind you of your place? Do I need to remind you who holds all the power? Do I
need to remind you of what exactly you are?”
 
Dipper bit his lip and forced himself not to tuck his chin into his chest and
turn away. His sight was filled with the older man’s elegant jaw, pointed and
thin and his too beautiful eyes that so quickly shimmered with frigid anger.
Dipper fought the urge to trace the lines of fury on Bill’s face, the clawing
shadows like a beast’s spines from some horror story.
 
New pain erupted and Dipper couldn’t stop himself from doubling over, nearly
nailing Bill in the chin as his arms wrapped around his lower stomach, his
breath literally knocked out of him. His eyes watered, vision swimming as he
watched Bill lower his leg. The dilated pinpoints of his pupils were glued to
that single knee, pointed and thin, sharp as a tack just like the rest of the
wonderful man.
 
“You need to start answering me when I talk to you, whore.” Bill spat.
 
Dipper’s heart nearly leapt from his chest, snot dribbling down from his nose
and across his bruised lips, mixing with his sticky tears as a huge hand dug
into his scalp, gripping a handful of his brown locks and yanking him back up
to his feet, ripping his head back to bare his throat, his small adam’s apple
bobbing in time with the whimpering sobs that spilled from his lips.
 
“I’m sorry, master!” Dipper cried out, his hands darting up to paw at Bill’s
wrist. “I’m s-so sorry! I promise I’ll do better in the future, I promise I
promise I promise-”
 
Dipper let out a bloodcurdling wail as Bill’s other huge hand gripped his
wrists. Yanking him by his hair forwards, the blond twisted Dipper’s arms
behind his back.
 
Dipper groaned at the pain, his knees leaning on one another as he struggled
not to sink down onto the ground. His bones creaked in protest at the weird
angle, elbows brushing against the back wall behind him. His fingers curled in
on themselves and yet he wasn’t able to dig his nails into Bill’s fleshy palms.
 
“Master, please!” Dipper begged. “Please, please…”
 
“Please  what?”  Bill snarled, shoving the brunet’s arms lower, eliciting
another high keen of pain from the teen. “Don’t tell me you’re asking me to
stop  of all things. Don’t tell me you’re  telling  me what to do.” Bill
drawled on, his sharpened nails digging into the back of Dipper’s hand, causing
blood to bead. Dipper twisted in the man’s grip, but did nothing else, barely
able to keep himself standing on his slowly collapsing legs. “I’m the one who
gives the orders and you’re the little bitch that takes them and does whatever
his  master  says. I tell you to jump, you ask how high. I tell you to shut the
fuck up, you do as I say.”
 
Dipper whimpered again.
 
“I still don’t think you’ve learned your lesson.” Bill mused, stepping closer
to the teen, forcing him back up against the wall. Glass crunched under his
shoes and Dipper flinched at the noise. “You never listen, do you  Dipper
Pines?”
 
Dipper’s voice was caught in his chest by the long, sticky fingers of pure and
absolute terror- the same fright that was currently bubbling in his gut and
lungs, drowning him and consuming him, dragging him down lower and lower.
 
Dipper bit his tongue, metallic blood filling his mouth as Bill stepped away
from him, readjusting his awkward grip on his wrists before sweeping his leg
under him, kicking out his weak stance and causing the teen to crash into the
ground. He only got the brief glance of the black fabric of Bill’s slacks and
his shined shoes before he saw that foot be raised.
 
Dipper swore he was about to bite his tongue off as Bill slammed the heel of
his dress shoe into the side of his head, rubbing his cheek in glass.
 
Dipper’s hands clawed at the ground, shards getting caught in his nail beds as
more fragments of glass cut into his cheek, embedding their deeply as well. A
low ache started from the back of his head and spread across his entire skull-
 a plague of horror.
 
“You do remember what our contract said, didn’t you? I get you your money and
you do whatever I ask of you. You haven’t been a very good pet as of recent,
have you? So disobedient.” Bill twisted his heel with his words. “Your body
belongs to me, Pines. Your body, your mind, your soul. You sold yourself to
me!”  Bill pulled his foot away, only to kick Dipper hard in the side, rolling
him over and causing the teen to curl up on his side, eyes squeezed tight as he
coughed hard, blood dripping down his face, joining the puddling tears, drool,
and snot.
 
“P- please, mas- master... P-p-please!” Dipper coughed out between his crying
gasps. “Just- I am yours! Please don’t doubt- doubt that! I do...I’ll do
whatever! Whatever you say! I’m a good boy, please master I am a- a good boy!
Please-!”
 
Bill dropped down to his haunches, cupping Dipper’s face and cranking it
towards him, peering into his eyes, small smile on his face. “Oh, kid. I know.
I know that.” He grinned wider. “You think I enjoy punishing you, Dipper Pines?
You think I relish in the way you scream, in the blood dripping down your
face?” At this, Bill swiped his finger underneath Dipper’s lips, pulling away a
sticky strain of blood and drool. “Oh, my little pet. If only you weren’t so
dysfunctional…”
 
“N-no! M-master! P-p-please do-don’t g-get rid of me! please! I promise you,
I’ll be better! I’ll do better! P-please master, I’ll do anything I-” Dipper
sucked in a gasp, chest heaving as he suddenly jerked his head away from Bill,
hands scrambling for purchase, leaving smears of crimson on the nicely tiled
flooring as he twisted his body around, getting on his hands and knees and
crawling forwards. His limbs trembled under his little body, pieces of glass
falling from his quickly bruising face. “P-please, master. Let me prove it to
you, I am still worth it! I’m a good boy, I promise you let me show you!
Please, master I beg of you give me- me a s-second chance! I-I’ll do  anything-
!”  Dipper dropped down, rump in the air as he licked Bill’s shoe, shaking
hands reaching out to wrap around his ankle, giving the tip of his shoe a
sloppy kiss. “P-please, ma-master.”
 
Dipper mewled in anguish as his chin was gripped hard by thick fingers again
and he was hauled back up into the air by his head, back arching painfully into
the floor at the weird angle as Bill sneered into his face. “Are you asking me
what I think you are, my little bitch?”
 
Dipper didn’t even hesitate as he nodded frantically, wide eyes searching
Bill’s mismatching ones for anything beyond ravenous fury. “Yes, master. A-
anything! Fuck me, fuck me as you wish! P-please, do-don’t leave me.”
 
Bill’s sneer twisted into a full, face-splitting grin as he used his legs to
stand back up, lifting Dipper up with him. He wrapped an arm under the teen’s
ass and shoved him roughly against the wall.
 
“Oh. I see. Don’t worry, pet.” Bill murmured, his voice softer but still as
sharp as a blade and colder than ice. The blond leaned forwards, sealing his
and the teen’s lips in a searing kiss that was all teeth clacking against
teeth, hot tongue flickering and brutally assaulting the warm cavern that was
Dipper’s mouth, ripping his breath away. “I won’t get rid of you. I promise.”
 
Dipper let out a small sigh of relief that quickly turned into another squeal
of surprise as he was dropped unceremoniously to the ground the same arm that
had always wrapped around him, pulling him close to a chest that usually meant
safety and warmth hefting him up on the wall. Hard hips slammed between his own
as Bill used his body to keep Dipper’s up. His hands were taken back up in a
huge palm and pinned above his head.
 
“I’ll fuck you.” Bill purred, his hot and sweet smelling breath billowing
across Dipper’s lips. “Oh, I’ll fuck you. But this isn’t for your pleasure, my
pet. This is your punishment. Remember that. You did something wrong and now I
must punish you.” Bill gifted the other another hard and aggressive kiss,
swiping his tongue across his full and moist lips to break the trail of saliva
that connected them as soon as he drew back.
 
“Yes, master.” Dipper whispered, turning his head away but not closing his
eyes, focusing instead on the hinges of the door.
 
“Good.” Bill growled. However, instead of kissing him again, Bill latched his
teeth onto the teen’s collarbone, biting deep and hard, lapping up the blood
that ran and sucking the knobbly flesh hard as his other hand went to free his
erection, slipping his slacks down so they hung off his mid thighs. His hand
rose under Dipper’s dress, ripping his lacy thong directly off his body and
tossing it to the side.
 
Bill gave Dipper no time, no preparation before tipping his hips up, eyes
shining in sinful hunger as he gave his tight, pink hole a single glance before
lining up the head of his large, dark cock, slamming straight into him, burying
into him until their hips met in an unwanted matrimony.
 
Dipper couldn’t hold in the screech that his lungs produced, loud enough to
cause the windows to rattle, the horribly screechy noise reverberating around
the room, causing Bill’s ears to ring unpleasantly.
 
Bill leered at the noise, shutting the teen up by leaning forwards and biting
his lips closed, hard enough to leave imprints in both his bottom and top lip.
 
Bill didn’t wait any longer before pulling out so only the head of his cock was
inside the teen, thrusting his hips forwards to slam right back into the teen,
biting down on his lips harder and swallowing the second scream Dipper emitted.
 
It wasn’t hard for the man to find a pace that pleased him- thrusting deep and
hard into the much smaller teen with great joy, letting go of his lips in favor
to moan and chuckle as Dipper grunted and whimpered.
 
“M-m-master...pl-pl-please...st-stop-stop….” Dipper pleaded, his mind lost in
the pain that ripped up his spine, not caring for the sorts of words that
slipped past his lips. “P-pl-ple-please.” He stuttered.
 
Bill snorted another laugh and sped up his pace, only pausing briefly when he
felt something wet and warm start to leak around his pulsating cock. Staring
down, he stared down at the gleaming blood on his shaft as he thrust in and out
of Dipper hard.
 
“Hm. That was faster than I expected.” Bill pouted, tutting softly. “I’m not
really ready to finish, though.” He continued to himself. Thrusting in and out
of the teen a few more times, Bill paused before pulling out completely,
releasing his seed across the teen’s ass instead of deep inside him, not
wanting to give the other the pleasure of being filled with his essence. Blood
and cum dripped all over the glass below them.
 
Arms starting to cramp, Bill dropped Dipper again right into their mess, not
even a cry of pain coming from the paralyzed teen, whose whimpers didn’t even
pierce the air.
 
“Well.” Bill said, tucking himself back into his slacks and popping his back
loudly, causing Dipper to jump back, slamming against the back wall, dull eyes
darting up at the man that towered above him.
 
“I hope you learned your lesson, pet. You did learn something-” Bill planted a
foot on Dipper’s ankle, threatening to twist it with his shoe. “Didn’t you?” He
asked.
 
Dipper took a few seconds, but did eventually nod, slumping down into the
glass.
 
Bill sighed as he took in the messy sight of the teen before him, shaking his
head. “Well, this is messy. I’ll need to buy you a new dress.” Bill removed his
foot, stumbling back a little and running his fingers through his sweaty curls,
cracking his neck. “Well then. I’m going to go take a shower and go to bed. I
have work tomorrow, after all.” He eyed the teen as he started to turn away. “I
expect this mess to be cleaned up in the morning, got it? Dipper? Got it?”
 
Dipper nodded again, voice raspy as he answered. “Y-yes, m-master. I-I’ll take
care of it.”
 
“Good.” Bill replied shortly. “Oh, and Dipper?”
 
Dipper peeked up at the man through his bangs.
 
“You’re sleeping in your own bed tonight.”
End Notes
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