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The crack of a branch under his boot echoed like a gunshot in the silent forest. Tommy froze, his knuckles white around his camera.

“Fuck,” he whispered into the air. “Fucking… stupid goddamn twigs.”

He was lost. The light was fading, casting long, distorted shadows that twisted trees into monstrous shapes. His assignment, to photograph the elusive “red beast” locals whispered about (What a joke.)-now felt like a death wish. A paycheck’s a paycheck, he’d told himself that morning. No matter what loon he had to work for. Now, he’d trade the whole damn thing for a trail marker.

Another sound. Not from him. A low, guttural sniffing. Heavy. Wet.

Tommy’s blood ran cold. He slowly, so slowly, turned his head.

In the clearing ahead, a mountain of shadow detached itself from the trees. It was colossal, standing on two powerful hind legs, its form a nightmare of muscle and thick, mud-caked red fur. A boar’s snout, with tusks that gleamed like ivory daggers, sniffed the air. And its eyes… fuck its eyes… glowed with a faint, hellish red light.

The monster’s head turned. Those red pits of hell locked onto him.

“Oh shit. Oh fucking shit,” Tommy breathed. His agitation evaporated. Pure, primal terror took its place.

He ran.

He crashed through the undergrowth, his legs burning, heart hammering against his ribs. Don’t look back don’t look back-He looked back.

It was following. Not running. It was loping, a terrifyingly casual, ground-eating stride that closed the distance with horrifying ease. It wasn’t a chase; it was a taunt.

A massive hand, more paw than anything, wrapped around his bicep and yanked him off his feet. He screamed, a high-pitched thing of pure panic, as he was dragged backward. He kicked, flailed, cursed a blue streak into the night.

“Let go of me, you fucking pig-faced bastard! I’ll fucking-I’ll-”

The creature made a sound, a deep chuffing grunt that vibrated through Tommy’s entire body. It wasn’t a growl of anger. It sounded almost… amused.

He was hauled into a wide-mouthed cave, the air inside cool and smelling of earth, pine, and something uniquely musky and animal-the beast’s scent. The creature dropped him unceremoniously onto a thick bed of furs and moss in the center of the den. Tommy scrambled back, pressing himself against the cool stone wall, his chest heaving.

The creature , Technoblade as the stories called him, stood to his full, terrifying height, blocking the entrance. The red eyes studied him,the ones that Tommy had wanted to avoid the gaze of. They roamed over Tommy’s lanky frame, his disheveled golden hair, his wide blue eyes.

“What do you want?” Tommy’s voice was a ragged whisper. “Just let me go, man. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t tell them about seeing you. Swear to god.”

Technoblade took a step forward, then another, until he was looming over the boy. He lowered his head, his wet snout brushing against Tommy’s throat. Tommy whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut, expecting teeth.

Instead, a hot, rough tongue dragged a long, wet stripe up the side of his neck.

Tommy jolted. “Hey! What the hell-stop that!” He tried to shove at the massive chest, but it was like pushing a brick wall. The beast’s hand came up, surprisingly deft despite its size, and wrapped around both of Tommy’s thin wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall with effortless strength.

Panic flared again, white-hot. This isn’t a beast preparing to kill prey for a meal-or even just for intruding . This is… something else. The realization was somehow worse.

“Get off! Get the fuck off me!” He thrashed, but the grip was absolute.

Technoblade ignored the protests. He nuzzled into the juncture of Tommy’s shoulder, inhaling deeply, that same possessive chuff rumbling in his chest. His free hand, with its thick, claw-hoof-like tipped fingers, went to the buttons of Tommy’s shirt. He popped them one by one, the delicate snaps sounding obscenely loud. The cold cave air hit Tommy’s bare chest, and he gasped.

The rough pad of a finger traced his collarbone, then down his sternum. It was terrifyingly gentle. The touch skirted over his nipple and a jolt, entirely unwanted, shot straight to his core. He hated it. He hated that it felt…

“Don’t,” he pleaded, his voice losing its fight, becoming raw. “Please.”

The beast’s hand slid lower, undoing the buckle of his belt, the button of his jeans. The rasp of the zipper was a terrifying sound. Cold air, then the shocking heat of that massive hand cupping him through his boxers. Tommy cried out, a strangled sound. He was half-hard, his body betraying him utterly in its confused state of terror and overwhelming sensations .

Technoblade made a pleased, deep sound. He squeezed gently, and Tommy’s hips jerked forward of their own accord. No no no no—

With a rip, the boxers were torn away. Tommy was fully exposed, his cock springing free, already leaking. He was mortified, trembling from head to toe.

The wereboar released his wrists only to maneuver him, flipping him onto his stomach with shocking ease. Tommy’s face was pressed into the furs, their animal smell filling his senses, almost making gag. He felt the beast settle over him, its immense weight pressing him down, its hot breath on the back of his neck. This was it. He was going to be-

A thick, slick finger, surprisingly smooth, pressed against his entrance.

Tommy froze. “No. No, wait, you can’t—”

The finger pushed inside.

It was a burning, stretching intrusion. He cried out, the sound muffled by the furs. He was too tight, utterly unprepared. Technoblade held him still, his other hand splayed on the small of Tommy’s back, a solid, immovable weight.He didn’t force it. He just waited, that single digit buried inside, letting Tommy’s body clench and spasm around it until, slowly, the burning began to subside, replaced by a foreign, deep pressure.

Then the finger began to move. A slow, deliberate pump. Then a second slick digit joined it, stretching him wider, scissoring him open. Tommy’s protests died in his throat, replaced by ragged, hitching breaths. The stretch was immense, overwhelming every one of his senses. He couldn’t think about anything but the feeling of being opened.

A third finger. He sobbed, but it was a sound edged with something other than pain. His cock, trapped beneath him, was rock hard and throbbing against the fur. His body was arching back into the touch, begging for more even as his mind screamed in denial.

Technoblade withdrew his fingers. Tommy whined at the sudden emptiness. Before he could process it, he felt something else, something infinitely larger, blunter, and impossibly hot, press against him.

Oh god.

He could feel its pulse-like it had its own heartbeat.
He tried to scramble away, a last ditch effort, but the beast’s hands clamped on his hips, holding him fast.

“Wait, please, it’s too— I can’t—”

The monster leaned down, his tusks brushing Tommy’s cheek, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through both of them. The first words he’d spoken, guttural and deep.

“Mine.”

And he pushed inside.

The world dissolved into pure sensation. A blinding, white-hot pain of being split open, stretched beyond what he thought possible. Tommy screamed, his voice cracking. He was filled, completely to the brim. Technoblade didn’t stop. He sheathed himself to the hilt in one relentless thrust, his massive form covering Tommy’s, pinning him to the earth.

He held there, buried deep, as Tommy shuddered and wept beneath him, his own cock still desperately hard. The pain began to recede, burned away by the incredible fullness. Every nerve ending was alive, screaming with almost every sensation.

Technoblade began to move.

It was a slow rhythm. Each thrust rocked Tommy forward, his hands scrambling for purchase in the furs. The beast’s grunts were hot in his ear, a animalistic counterpoint to Tommy’s own broken sounds. The drag of that incredible length inside him was lighting fires along his spine, coiling a tight, desperate heat in his gut.

He was losing himself. The fear was still there, a sharp edge, but it was being drowned out by the raw, physical pleasure. His body was accepting it, welcoming it,needing it. He pushed back against the next thrust, a silent plea for more.

Technoblade’s pace increased, his grip on Tommy’s hips tightening, surely leaving bruises. The slapping of skin against skin, the beast’s ragged breathing, Tommy’s own choked moans-it was another constant at this point, much like the sound of the crickets outside. Background noise to all the feeling.

One of the beast’s hands slid around his hip, down his stomach, and wrapped around his aching, neglected cock.

The touch was his undoing.

The dual sensations-the brutal, deep pounding and the firm, slick stroke-drove him over the edge. He came with a shattered cry, his release splattering onto the furs beneath him as his body clamped down violently around the creature buried inside him.

Technoblade gave a final thrust, a deep, guttural roar echoing through the cave as he found his own release, filling Tommy with a scalding heat.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. The weight on top of him was immense, smothering, yet weirdly comforting. Tommy felt boneless, used, his mind blissfully empty.

Technoblade shifted, pulling out slowly, making Tommy whimper at the sensitivity. The beast rolled off him, but before Tommy could even think of moving, a heavy, fur-covered arm draped over his waist, pulling him back against a solid, warm chest. Caged. Held.

He was drifting, exhaustion pulling him under, when he felt a shift beside him. He cracked an eye open. Technoblade was weaving thick, sturdy vines around his ankles, tying them with a clearly practiced knot, before securing the other end to a heavy root embedded in the cave wall.

Tommy’s heart, which had finally begun to slow, stuttered. “What… what are you doing?”

Technoblade finished his task, his red eyes meeting Tommy’s dazed blue ones. He gave the vine a firm tug, testing its strength. Then he settled back down, pulling Tommy closer, nuzzling his hair.

His voice was a final, drowsy rumble against Tommy’s ear.

“Mine to keep.”

“Fuck”

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The first thing Tommy registered was heat. A massive, furnace-like warmth pressed against his entire backside, and a heavy weight was slung over his waist. His mind, still sticky with the fog of an uneasy sleep, struggled to catch up. Then came the movement. A slow, rhythmic grinding against the cleft of his ass, a thick, solid pressure moving in a lazy, sleep-heavy circle.

Snnrk. Hnnngh.

The sound was a low grunt, rumbling directly into his ear from the massive form spooning him. Technoblade was still asleep, but his body was very much awake. The rough texture of his red fur was a stark contrast to the smooth, hot skin Tommy could feel beneath it, rubbing against his dirtied trousers with every slow, undulating thrust. The warmth radiating from Techno was almost suffocating, enveloping Tommy in a cocoon of heat that made an escape attempt anytime soon seem fucking impossible.

The guttural noises continued, each one sending a shiver down Tommy's spine. He could feel the sheer size of Technoblade's cock pressing insistently against the small of his back, wondering how the hell he took that and didn't pass out. The rhythm of those thrusts was maddeningly slow, almost lazy.

Tommy's breath hitched, his mind spinning with a mix of fear and something he refused to name. The friction was undeniable, a teasing glide that sent sparks shooting through his nerves despite his attempts to stay detached.

His own body betrayed him, a traitorous heat pooling low in his abdomen as his cock stirred under the relentless pressure. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped his lips before he could stifle it.

"Oh, fuck..." he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. He clenched his teeth, trying to push down the arousal quickly building from how good it felt. But it was no use. Every slow roll of Technoblade's hips dragged his body closer to the edge, ignoring it didn't seem possible at this point. The vines around his wrists tightened slightly as he instinctively tugged at them, not enough to hurt but enough to get the idea they weren't coming off, at least not with his strength.

Technoblade's breath was hot against the nape of his neck, each exhale a puff of steam that made Tommy's skin prickle. The monster shifted slightly, angling his hips so that the next thrust pressed even more firmly into the cleft of Tommy's ass. The movement was deliberate, calculated, and sent a jolt of raw pleasure coursing through him. Tommy's back arched involuntarily, his body responding to the stimulation despite his protests.

For a moment, Tommy considered staying quiet, letting Techno continue in his sleep-driven haze. But then another thrust came, harder this time, and the dam broke. "Fuck yOU-," he hissed, his voice cracking at the end, wavering while he panicked at how quickly the knot in his stomach was building. He was trying to hold off the inevitable, to resist, but his body had other ideas. The line between fear and arousal blurred, leaving him trapped in a whirlwind of emotions.

"Wh... what the fuck?" Tommy whispered, his voice cracking.

The movement didn't stop. If anything, the slow grind intensified. The friction was... god, it was sending sparks up his spine. He was hard, his own cock straining painfully against his pants, and a traitorous, low moan escaped his lips before he could choke it back.

"Mmnnph..."

The sound, soft as it was, acted like a trigger.

The deep, rumbling snorts behind him ceased.

The grinding halted. For one terrifying, hopeful second, Tommy thought it was over. He held his breath, praying Techno had just rolled over.

Then, the weight on his hip shifted. A large, furred hand slid down from his waist, palming his entire erection through the fabric. Tommy jolted, a strangled gasp ripped from his throat.

Then, the weight on his hip shifted. A large, furred hand slid down from his waist, palming his entire erection through the fabric. Tommy jolted, a strangled gasp ripped from his throat.

"Holy shit! Get the fuck off!" he yelped, trying to squirm away. The vines around his wrists held firm, biting into his skin as he struggled.

Technoblade made a low, thoughtful sound, not a growl, but a deep hrmm of interest. He didn't remove his hand. Instead, he squeezed, gently, experimentally, and Tommy's hips bucked forward of their own volition. A fresh wave of heat, shameful and intense, flooded him.

"N-no, stop it, you fucking pig— ah!"

In one fluid, powerful motion, Technoblade rolled him onto his back, his immense frame settling between his legs, pinning him to the fur-lined floor of the den.

Those glowing red eyes were locked on his, and in them, Tommy saw no signs of him being asleep only moments before, only a sharp, focused hunger. Techno's own arousal, thick and prominent, brushed against Tommy's thigh, smearing some pre against it.

"You are... noisy," Technoblade rumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep and something else.

His hand, the one not holding Tommy down, went to the waistband of Tommy's pants.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Tommy shouted, thrashing. "I'll fucking kill you! I swear to god, I'll-"

The fabric tore with a sharp rrrip ruining anything salvageable from the fabric from before. The cool cave air hit his exposed skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of Technoblade's gaze. He was completely exposed, his cock twitching pathetically against his stomach. Humiliation burned his cheeks.

Technoblade leaned down, his snout nuzzling into Tommy's neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell of fear," he murmured. "And... want."

"I don't want shit, you freak! You're just a wrongun! " Tommy spat, but the protest died in his throat as Technoblade's hips began to move again.

This was different from the sleepy grinding.

This was purposeful. Techno's furred stomach rubbed against Tommy's leaking cock with every slow, powerful thrust. The sensation was maddening. Rough and soft all at once, creating a friction that was somehow perfect. Tommy's head fell back, a desperate moan torn from him.

"Fuh-huck..."

"Yes," Technoblade grunted, the word a puff of hot air against Tommy's throat. His thrusts became more insistent, his own low groans joining the slick, rhythmic sounds of their bodies moving together. The wet noise of his own pre-come slicking the path.

Tommy's resolve was crumbling, shattering under the relentless, animalistic rhythm. His struggles turned into involuntary arching of his back, his bound hands clutching at nothing. He tried to bite back the sounds, but they came anyway, unbidden and ragged.

"Ah! Ah, god..."

"Mine," Technoblade growled. He shifted his weight, adjusting his angle, and the new position sent a jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure straight through Tommy's core. His eyes screwed shut.

"Ngh! Right... right there..." The admission was humiliating and only came out as a whisper.

He could feel the tension coiling in his gut, a wire pulled taut. Technoblade's pace increased, his movements becoming less controlled, more frantic. The cave filled with the sound of heavy, panting breaths, skin sliding against fur, and Tommy's broken, pleading cries.

"Please..." he didn't even know what he was begging for. More? To stop? To be let go? The pleasure was blinding, wiping all coherent thought away.

Technoblade's body went rigid above him. A deep, guttural roar erupted from his chest, echoing off the stone walls. He slammed his hips down one final time, a shudder wracking his entire massive frame. The sensation of Techno's climax ignited Tommy's own.

White-hot ecstasy exploded behind his eyes.

"FUCK!”  he screamed, his back bowing off the ground as his orgasm ripped through him.

Waves of release painted his stomach and Technoblade's fur, his body convulsing under Techno's weight.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heavy, panting breaths. Tommy's vision swam, his body humming with aftershocks.

Technoblade slowly lowered himself, his full weight a comforting, imprisoning blanket of heat. He nuzzled into Tommy's sweat-damp hair with a contented huff.

Then, he felt the vines around his wrists being adjusted. Not loosened. Technoblade was checking the knots, making sure his work was secure.

A weak, breathless sob escaped Tommy. "You... you can't keep me here."

Technoblade's only response was a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through Tommy's entire body. He settled in, his grip firm. Rubbing at the boy's hips,as if an attempt to comfort, while his snout nuzzled into Tommy's hair - being mindful of his tusks in the process.

It was nice. If even only for a moment. But he doesn’t want to think about that too much right now.

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The cave was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire and the occasional drip of water from the stone ceiling. Tommy lay stiffly on the pile of furs, the rough-hewn vines around his wrists a constant, itchy reminder of his current predicament.

A deep, rumbling sound vibrated through him, not quite a growl, more like a contented purr from a creature that had no business purring. A massive, fur-covered arm was slung over his waist, heavy and immovable. Tommy’s heart began to hammer against his ribs. 

This is it. This is my fucking life now. A pillow pet for a monster.

The arm shifted, and a large, clawed hand began to move over his side, up to his chest. Tommy froze, every muscle locking tight. The hoofed ends of Technoblade’s fingers, surprisingly smooth against the rough skin, brushed over the filthy, torn fabric of his shirt. A grunt, dissatisfied, echoed in the cave.

With a suddenness that made Tommy yelp, Technoblade sat up, pulling Tommy with him. 

“What now? Fuck off,” Tommy muttered, his voice hoarse from disuse and spent panic.

Ignoring him, Technoblade leaned down. Huge, clawed hands, surprisingly deft, began to work at the ties on Tommy’s ruined shirt. The fabric was still stiff with dried mud and… other things from the day before.

Techno continued and then sniffed at his hair, then his shoulder, his wide, porcine snout wrinkling. “Dirty,” he grunted, the word a low, guttural sound.

“No shit, you oversized pig!” Tommy snapped, his fear momentarily overridden by indignation. 

“I’ve been dragged through the mud and fucking manhandled by you!”

Technoblade ignored the outburst, simply scooping Tommy up as if he weighed nothing. Then, he bent, hooked one massive arm under Tommy’s knees and the other behind his back, and lifted him effortlessly.

“Put me down! I can fucking walk!” Tommy yelled, kicking his legs uselessly.

Technoblade carried him deeper into the cave system, to a part Tommy hadn’t seen. Here, a natural hot spring steamed, filling a small, carved-out pool in the rock. The air was warm and moist, smelling of minerals and earth. Without ceremony, Technoblade stepped into the water, still holding Tommy, and lowered them both into the soothing heat.

The water was blissfully, shockingly warm. It lapped at Tommy’s skin, instantly easing the aches. He couldn’t help the small, relieved sigh that escaped him. Technoblade settled on a submerged ledge, holding Tommy in his lap as if he were a child. 

A course, yet soft sponge appeared in Technoblade’s hand, dipped into the water, and began to scrub at Tommy’s arm. It was methodical. Thorough. The care in the action was so bizarre, so different than Techno’s  previous actions, that Tommy just stared, dumbfounded. He took Tommy’s head in his hands and gently tilted it back, wetting his wild, curly hair.

The sensation was startling. Technoblade’s claws were careful, almost delicate, as they worked through the tangles. He poured water over the blonde strands, watching intently as they darkened with moisture. He made that soft, rumbling sound again, a clear note of approval. 

“Gold,” he murmured, running a thick finger through a wet curl. “My gold.”

He washed Tommy with a focused intensity, lathering his hair and scrubbing his skin with a soft, mossy sponge. It was unnervingly intimate. Tommy stayed rigid, his teeth clenched, trying to distance himself from the gentleness he was being shown. 

When they were done, Technoblade lifted him out, using a large, supple pelt to dry him with a thoroughness that left Tommy’s skin tingling.

From a hidden niche in the cave wall, Technoblade produced new clothing: soft, woolen trousers and a tunic that were clearly meant for a much broader frame. The fabric was incredibly fine, a stark contrast to his clothing, even before all the events that happened. 

The tunic slipped off one shoulder, and the trousers pooled around his ankles until Technoblade cinched them with a leather cord.

He turned to put the old clothes away.

Now.

It was a stupid, reckless idea. But it was his only one. As Technoblade’s  back was turned, Tommy ran. His bare feet slapped against the stone floor, the baggy trousers nearly tripping him. He didn’t look back, his lungs burning as he sprinted for the cave entrance and the sliver of daylight.

A shadow fell over him. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, spinning him around. Technoblade’s red eyes glowed with a quiet, terrifying anger. He hadn’t even run; he’d simply taken two strides and stopped him.

“No,” Technoblade snarled, his voice a low growl. 

His hand shot out, catching Tommy around the middle and hauling him back into the darkness.

“Let go of me!” Tommy screamed, thrashing like a caught rabbit.

“No! Let me go! You can’t do this!” 

Technoblade rumbled low, a clear warning. He sat on the furs, flipped Tommy effortlessly over his massive thigh, and pinned him there. One hand splayed across Tommy’s back, holding him down. The other rose into the air.

“What are you—OW!”

The first smack of Technoblade’s large hand was a stunning crack of sound that echoed in the cavern. A sharp, burning pain bloomed across his left cheek. Tommy cried out, more in shock than pain.

Smack! Another, on the right, harder this time. The sting intensified, a hot, sharp sensation that made his eyes water.

 “You bastard! Stop it!” 

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The firm hits fell in a relentless rhythm. The initial shock gave way to a deep, throbbing heat that spread across his entire ass. Tommy’s struggles weakened, his angry shouts dissolving into choked sobs.

“Stop… please… fucking stop…” His protests became weak, punctuated by hiccuping sobs. The fight drained out of him, replaced by a helpless, shaking misery. He went limp over Technoblade’s knee, crying openly into the fur beneath him.

The hits stopped. For a long moment, there was only the sound of Tommy’s hiccuping sobs and the crackle of the fire. Then, Technoblade carefully turned him over, pulling the trousers back up.

 He cupped Tommy’s tear-streaked face in his hands, his touch surprisingly soft. He leaned down and pressed a firm, warm kiss to his forehead. The gesture was so displaced with the  treatment previously given that Tommy’s sobs hitched in confusion.

“Mine to protect. Mine to care for,” Technoblade rumbled, his voice a low, soothing vibration. “But mine to correct. Understand?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned in again, but this time his wet snout, snuffling, was at the junction of Tommy’s neck and shoulder. Then, his lips closed over the skin there, and Tommy felt the subtle, shocking pressure of teeth. 

It wasn’t a bite to break skin, but a gentle, nip that sent a jolt of something entirely unexpected straight to Tommy’s core. A sharp, pleasurable twinge that made him gasp and his spent body jump.

Technoblade pulled back, his red eyes holding Tommy’s dazed blue ones. He picked him up, putting his hand on the back of Tommy’s head while his other wrapped around the boy’s waist. “Settle,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Sniffling, with his backside still throbbing with pain that was beginning to fade , Tommy willed his body to relax, burrowing his face on the inside of Techno’s neck. He was pliant, confused, his emotions a shredded wreck.

A low, approving grunt could be heard and felt from beside his head. Technoblade’s heavy hand came to rest on his head, stroking his dry, curly hair.

 “Good.” 

The praise, simple and direct, settled in Tommy’s chest, warm and unnerving. 

The large hand moved from his hair, gently grabbing his face to move its position temporarily and face towards Techno. 

Technoblade’s thumb stroked his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. 

“My good gold.”