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Bill Cipher floated above Ford Pines, single eye staring fixedly at the old man before him. Around Ford’s neck, a thick, metal collar emitted a steady blue glow. Linking chains attached to the O ring of the collar kept him tethered to the obsidian wall behind him, preventing escape.
"I know we had a bit of a ‘falling out’ in the past, Sixer, but I’m willing to put all that behind us if you would just do me one tiny favor and-“
"No” Ford said firmly. Bill looked affronted, squinting his eye slightly at the man below him. Ford stared sternly back.
"You don’t even know what I was going to ask for!“ He said indignantly, finger tapping impatiently against the cocktail glass in his hand.
"I don’t care,” Ford said. “I don’t want to hear it. No more deals, no more tricks. I’ve had enough of this, Bill.”
"Come on, there’s gotta be something you want! Knowledge? All the secrets of the known and unknown universe?“ Bill offered. "All I ask is just a little cooperation. You scratch my back and I scratch yours?”
"What I want is for you let me go, gather up all your stupid friends, and leave this dimension forever.“ Ford said, voice echoing off the dark walls.
Bill stared at him for a moment before sighing. He tilted his glass back and let a bit liquid hit the underside of his eyelid. No matter how many times Ford had seen him drink, it had never stopped being disturbing.
Bill regarded him carefully for a moment. "You really changed a lot within the past 30 years, huh? I offer unlimited knowledge and you don’t even bite!”
Ford scowled up at him. “Not if it’s at the cost of my family’s safety. Or the entire universe for that matter.”
"Ugh,“ Bill groaned, rolling his eye. "You used to be a lot more fun than this. Less annoyingly stubborn too.”
Bill splashed the rest of the glass’ content against his eye before letting it drop to the floor with a crash. Ford flinched slightly at the sound and before he knew it the collar around his neck tightened suddenly. He choked from the sudden constriction, hands scrabbling at the metal around his neck.
"What do I have to do to get you to hear me out?“ Bill asked, watching Ford hopelessly tug at the collar. "Rip your teeth out one by one? Or your fingernails? Maybe I’ll just slowly peel the skin off your miserable body until you’re ready to listen!”
Ford desperately gasped for air, but to no avail. The collar was too tight. He felt his throat close up and terrible pressure build behind his eyeballs. He collapsed to his side, thrashing against the cold floor of Bill’s quarters. After what felt like an eternity, the collar loosened slightly, just enough for Ford to get a lung-full of air.
"Ready to cooperate?“ Bill asked in a saccharine tone.
Ford rolled onto his back, heaving. His throat and lungs ached and his mouth was dry. He managed to croak out a firm "No” before the collar was mercilessly tightened around his neck again.
"Oh well, suit yourself!“ Bill said. "I can do this all day, you know. And all day tomorrow. And the day after that.”
Ford’s chest burned, tears filled his eyes as he struggled against the collar’s grip, mouth agape. He could actually hear his heart pounding in his ears and his vision began to blacken around the edges. He squeezed his eyes shut and a few tears spilled down the sides of his face.
Before his vision darkened completely, the collar loosened again. He instinctively gasped, coughing as air quickly passed through his dry throat.
"Woah there!“ Bill laughed, patting the side of Ford’s almost purple face. "Almost lost you there for a second. Don’t think I’m done with you yet!”
Ford wheezed painfully, eyes squeezed shut. He felt Bill’s fingers linger over the wet trail his tears left for a moment before pulling back. A few seconds passed before a sudden burst of laughter slightly echoed off the walls of the room. Ford squinted his eyes open to see the demon floating above him, single eye narrowed in amusement.
"Well, well, well! Maybe you didn’t change as much as I thought you did" Bill laughed again, reaching down to the unmistakable bulge in the front of Ford’s pants. Ford gasped and attempted to squirm away when he felt the tip of Bill’s claws brush against the fabric.
"Don’t" Ford rasped, head spinning from the previous loss of air.
"Don’t what? This?“ Bill asked as he painfully gripped Ford’s cock through his pants.
"STOP THAT” Ford shouted, kicking at the demon.
Bill floated back, seeming positively delighted at the turn of events.
"I can’t believe I forgot about that fun little detail about you!“ Bill said, rubbing his hands together. If he had a mouth he would surely be smirking. "You’re hilarious…and disgusting.”
A blue aura enveloped Ford as he was lifted to his knees. His hands were forced behind his back as additional chains materialized and wrapped around his wrists and elbows, keeping him from moving his arms. The chain attached to his collar was pulled taut by some unseen force, forcing his head back slightly.
"What do you think you’re doing, Bill!?“ Ford growled, struggling against the binds. Doing so caused the collar to press uncomfortably against his adam’s apple.
"Polydactylism isn’t the only thing that makes you such a freak, huh!” Bill laughed. He pressed the end of his cane against the head of Ford’s still hard, clothed bulge. A humiliating squeak escaped Ford's throat at the contact.
Bill poked the erection a few times before quickly sweeping his arm to the side and firmly whapping the side of his cane against Ford’s dick.
"Bill!“ Ford cried out, pain flaring up his length. Bill brought the cane down on him again, cackling at his reaction. Ford arched forward as the cane smacked against his sensitive member once more, briefly choking himself as he pulled against the chain.
"You’re still so much fun to play with even after all this time.” Bill mused. He reached down with one dark hand and gently rubbed the hardness in Ford’s pants. He dropped his cane with a clatter, one hand unbuttoning the man’s pants while the other slowly pulled the zipper down.
"I swear to god, stop what you’re doing now!“ Ford shouted as Bill pulled his pants down slightly, then his briefs, revealing his painfully hard cock. Ford averted his eyes, ashamed. He felt his face flush and his legs tremble as Bill pressed a thumb against the wet slit of his tip.
"Ha, look at you,” said Bill, rubbing small circles around the sensitive head. “You’re such a ridiculous creature.”
Bill reached one hand up underneath Ford’s thick wool sweater to gently pet the soft flesh of his belly. Ford sucked in a breath, eyes squeezing shut.
"You’re being awfully quiet right now,“ Bill teased. "You actually like this don’t you?”
Ford’s mouth thinned, embarrassed that this was even happening and mortified that his body was responding positively to Bill’s touches.
"I bet you missed me touching you like this.“ Bill crooned softly, pushing the hand on Ford’s belly up to his chest, pulling the sweater up with it. "Remember when you practically begged for it?”
Ford whimpered. He didn’t want this. This wasn’t okay. This wasn’t-
Bill dragged his nails down Ford’s chest, leaving bloody, red lines. Ford shouted, cock twitching in Bill’s hand.
"And how could I say no when you made the most hilarious sounds?“ Bill said as he pulled his hands away from Ford’s body. He eyed the blood on the tips of his claws on one hand and the precum smeared on the other.
"That’s one thing I like about humans.” He said, rubbing his fingers together. “You’re all full of disgusting fluids. It’s so gross!” He laughed.
Ford groaned, chest stinging from where Bill scratched him. He felt hands tug at his sweater and the sound of tearing fabric filled his ears. He opened his eyes to see Bill slowly ripping his sweater open, single eye narrowed in concentration. After Ford’s chest was fully exposed and Bill deemed his work satisfactory, he floated behind him and out of sight.
"I wonder if you still have the tattoo…“ Bill pondered. He hooked his fingers into the collar of the sweater (or what remained of it) and pulled down, revealing Ford’s upper back. Ford felt Bill’s fingers trace the ink on his skin and heard a snort of amusement. Years ago, Ford had Bill’s summoning wheel tattooed on himself as a token of admiration and devotion. Now it was just another regret.
"That’s enough.” Ford said bitterly. “Please just let me go.”
Bill removed his hand from the now gray ink of the old tattoo and tapped the space under his eye in thought. “Hmm…I think no. Unless you’ve changed your mind about being an insufferable, bull-headed maggot and listen to my offer.”
Ford said nothing.
Bill waited a moment before shrugging. “Fine, suit yourself!”
Ford felt a hand run along the side of his face and fingers press to his lips. He tightened his mouth to stop them from slipping inside.
"Nope, none of that now.“ Bill said, reaching his other hand around to squeeze Ford’s cheeks, trying to get him to open up. Ford grunted, refusing to comply.
Bill huffed in annoyance as he tightened his grip, the other hand attempting to pry Ford’s lips open. A single finger managed to slip inside, rubbing against Ford’s clenched teeth. Bill pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"If you don’t unclench your jaw, Fordsy, I’m going to rip your eyes out of your head!” Bill sang, releasing his jaw to trace a single claw along the underside of Ford’s left eye.
Ford relented and his jaw loosened, allowing Bill to slip two fingers inside and press against his tongue. He could feel the tips of Bill’s claws lightly scratch the surface and Ford prayed that they don’t cut the soft flesh.
"The threat still stands if you choose to bite, just so you know.“ Bill said as he stroked the muscle, pinching it between two fingers for a moment before reaching further back in Ford’s throat. Ford instinctively gagged at the intrusion, teeth briefly pressing against Bill’s hand.
"Hey, what did I just say!?” Bill shouted, pulling his hand out and leaving a wet slap on Ford’s cheek. Ford cringed at the feeling. “I’ll be nice and give you another chance but it’ll be your last one.”
Bill pushed his fingers back into Ford’s mouth. Ford whimpered softly and his eyes began to water as the pads of Bill’s fingers once again rubbed against his tongue. This time when Bill reached further in, nothing was stopping a bit of hot bile from escaping his throat.
Ford heaved and coughed as Bill quickly removed his fingers, a sticky spit string connecting them together. Ford grimaced in disgust as drool and vomit dripped from his mouth onto the floor. Bill floated back in front of him, laughing.
"Oh wow, that sure was something! Something gross, that is.“ Bill said, flicking spit and puke from his hand onto the stone floor.
"You’re fucking disgusting,” Ford growled, eyes watering and throat burning.
"I seem to recall that came from you and not me.“ Bill said, gesturing to the small mess. "So who’s really disgusting here?”
Ford’s face twisted in anger as he spat the last bit of bile from the back of his throat at Bill. The fluid splattered near his bow tie, dripping slowly into the space between his bricks. Bill’s golden glow flashed red as his hand whipped back and slapped Ford hard across the face.
Ford’s head jerked to the side. His face stung and he could feel where Bill’s claws nicked the flesh of his cheek. Bill grabbed his face, turning Ford’s head to stare at him full on. The slit of his pupil narrowed into a thin line and Ford could see every vein leading to his canthus. His body pulsed a deep red and for the first time since this all started, Ford was genuinely afraid.
"I’m getting real tired of this, Stanford.“ Bill’s voice dropped an octave. "All I wanted was for you to hear me out but you’re making this exceedingly difficult.” His hands tightened around Ford’s face and Ford could feel the tips of his claws bite into the flesh.
"You have two options. You either tell me how to lower the force field surrounding this stupid hick town or I’ll keep you like this. Chained in this very spot. I can tear your mind and body apart and you won’t even have death to look forward to because I can and will keep you alive as long as I want. For an eternity if I have to.“
Bill’s hands loosened their grip, one moving up to stroke Ford’s hair in an insincere display of affection. "I’m not kidding either. Don’t forget, you’re not in control here. I could do whatever I want with you and when I get bored, my friends could have their turn. I know a few of them would just love to tear you open. In more ways than one!” Bill floated back, cackling. His body flashed back to its normal gold hue as Ford stared at the demon before him, heart pounding rapidly in his chest.
"So what’ll it be, Fordsy?“ Bill asked sweetly, clasping his hands in front of him.
Ford avoided looking at him. His gaze unintentionally strayed to a ridiculous portrait on the wall of Bill wearing a ruby encrusted crown. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. He thought of his brother, his grand-niece and nephew. Their fate was unknown to him but there was still a chance that Stanley and the kids managed to escape Gravity Falls. Dipper had the journals and knowing that eased his mind a bit.
Bill was getting impatient.
"Look, I know how you’re feeling right now. Really I do! Hopelessly restricted, unable to spread your metaphorical wings and soar to greener pastures. Unable to set those greener pastures on fire.” Bill said dramatically. “This is your fault, you know. After all the grief you’ve put me through, the least you could do is help me with just this one little thing.”
Ford had nothing to say to him. He wasn’t going to give in. He refused.
Bill regarded him for a moment before reaching out and ruffling Ford’s hair, sighing.
"Fine, fine. I’ll give you some time to think on this one. I’m a reasonable guy! Although I don’t understand why you would choose to be stuck like this. I want to be friends with you, Sixer, I honestly do. I like you a whole lot.“
He combed his hand through Ford’s graying hair, fingers catching against the tangles. Ford shivered as he felt Bill’s other hand trail down his chest, running along the scratches he left earlier.
Ford inhaled shakily as the hand moved lower, tickling the hair of his stomach. He could feel the tips of Bill’s fingers linger at the base of his slightly softened cock, palm lying flat below his belly button.
"And I know you still like me. Even if you aren’t aware of it yet. Maybe that’s really why you don’t want to help me. Are you afraid I’ll just toss you aside after you do what I ask?” Bill ran a loose fist down Ford’s dick. Ford’s hips twitched involuntarily.
"I promise I wouldn’t. I’d take good care of you, Sixer.“ Bill gripped him more firmly, slowly rubbing the full length. Much to Ford’s chagrin, he was getting hard again and he silently hated himself for it.
"Things could go back to the way they were between us. We could play games together again and talk for hours and hours like we used to. I could touch you like this, ” Bill punctuated the last word by twisting his hand and increasing the speed of his movements. Ford gasped. “Whenever you wanted. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Ford knew what he was trying to do. He groaned as he felt Bill tug his hair, his other hand moving to squeeze the head of his cock. If Bill actually thought this would convince Ford to help him, he was really out of his mind. But there was no denying how his body reacted positively to the attention. A drop of precum leaked from his tip.
"I can’t stand how quiet you’re being.“ Bill said, swiping his thumb over the head. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re giving me the cold shoulder.” He squeezed him for a moment before continuing to move his fist up and down the length.
Ford hated him. He hated him so much.
Bill hummed. “You don’t seem to be enjoying this as much as you should…Maybe you just need a little extra assistance!”
The collar around Ford’s neck tightened once again, just enough to limit his breathing without completely cutting off his airway. Ford gasped and his entire body jerked as breathing quickly became difficult. He tried to move away but it was impossible without the collar cutting painfully into his skin.
Bill began to pump his cock harder, faster. Ford shook and cried out. He could barely breathe, he was already getting light-headed, and Bill’s grip on his length was too much. He pistoned his hips forward into Bill’s fist involuntarily, sobbing at the over stimulation. His head spun and his vision blurred, chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed air, he needed-
"B-ill" Ford choked out. “Bill!”
"What was that?“ Bill asked, eye narrowed as if smiling. The speed of his hand slowed significantly.
Ford barely stifled another moan as he bucked his hips into Bill’s hand. Bill stopped moving his arm entirely and simply watched the man before him begin to fuck his squeezed fist, brown eyes shut and teeth gritted as if in pain.
"You should see yourself right now.” Bill chuckled, fondly running his hand along the damp skin of Ford’s neck not covered by metal. “You’re nothing but a vile animal running on base primal urges. The collar suits you nicely.”
A wave of shame and anger hit Ford but he couldn’t begin to retaliate. Not with Bill’s hand tight around his cock and the collar tight around his throat. His chest heaved as his breaths became shallow and spots appeared in his vision. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he felt a trickle of drool drip down his chin.
"You’re lucky I’m nice enough to let you finish after all you’ve done for me,“ Bill said sarcastically. "You really don’t deserve this.”
Ford could barely hear him. Bill’s voice sounded muffled as if he were underwater. He pushed his hips forward and back, in and out, until he felt a pressure build in his balls and lower belly. He was so close, so close, just a little more. His eyes rolled up. He hated this, he-
Ford finished with a shout as he came all over Bill’s hand, hips still rocking into the grip. He groaned lowly as his sensitive cock rubbed against the tight slickness of Bill’s palm.
"Oho!“ Bill laughed as Ford rode out the last of his orgasm. "That was kind of quick! It’s been a while for you, huh?”
Ford felt the collar loosen once more and he gasped for air, light-headed and dizzy. He lowered his eyes down at Bill, whose hand and wrist were splattered with cum. Ford quickly averted his eyes.
"Hey now,“ Bill started, catching the side of Ford’s face with his clean hand. Ford turned to look at him, mouth thin.
"Think about what I said, okay? At least consider it!” Bill stroked his thumb against the corner of Ford’s mouth, fingers brushing against stubble. His other hand was clenched into a fist, preventing the cum from rolling off his palm.
Ford furrowed his brow in anger. “You must really think I’m an idiot if you think I’d fall for your tricks again, Bill.” He leaned forward as much as the chain would allow without choking him. Venom laced his rasping voice. “There is no way in hell I would ever help you. There is nothing you could possibly offer to convince me to work for you. No amount of threats or promises are going to change my mind about this so give it up.”
Bill gazed blankly at Ford. The old man’s hair was a mess and the skin around the collar was flushed red with what would be a bruise later. His sweater was torn to shreds and four vertical scratches framed with drying blood trailed down his damp chest. A single drop of semen still clung to the tip of his now flaccid cock.
Bill unclenched his fist and roughly pushed his cum splattered hand on Ford’s face, smearing it across his cheek and mouth. Ford sputtered indignantly as Bill wiped the last of the fluid off in his gray hair before turning around and floating towards the door.
"We’ll see about that.“ Bill called before slamming it shut behind him, leaving Ford alone in the dimly lit room.