Dipper's POV

I sat on the bed, my bed in the shack. Robbie said I was nothing but a skank, an idiot slut bag who was unloved. My sister was coming in at the time as Robbie hit me. It was to correct me, he'd never...he'd never abuse me. Sure I have the days were I feel unloved, but he says those words of passion and I know he loves me.
Mabel then broke Robbie's arm. She wasn't charged shit, but Robbie went to jail. Yes I said he corrected me, but I didn't press charges. He can leave county jail in a week, as for rehabilitation...he has to go for two months.
I told them it was only when he came home from the bar that he hit me. that got him in deep shit! He got his license suspended for two years.
So it turns out, since I moved in with Robbie he has been cheating. For five fucking years! And to make matters worse he yelled at me that we were over...

"Dip?" Mabel said walking in.

"Hey." I sighed.

"You okay?" She asked.

I started to cry. "No."

"Can I look at your back?" She asked.

I nodded taking off my shirt. She gasped loudly.

"One sec." She said, then there was a loud click sound and the keyboard on her phone. "We're going somewhere."

"Where?" I asked.

"My friends house. He is really good a treating burns, he'll give you one of those bars from mean girls. It'll help you." She said.

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"FINE! JUST FUCKING LEAVE!" A familiar voice screamed.

"FINE!" A red head yelled as he ran down the stairs.

"Hey Satan." Mabel said taking me up the stairs to a beautiful mansion.

"Hey Mabel, sorry for the yelling. Bill and I got into an argument last night, that turned into a war 'till five am. Long story short, he's free." The red head said with a smirk.

"Not gonna date him, not my type." She said.

"Handsome isn't your type?" The man asked with a husky voice.

"Boys aren't my type, not even men." She giggled.

"I get it, I get it." The man said and walked off.

I sigh as Mable drags me inside this random strangers house.

"Shooting Star!" The blond haired boy from McDonalds yells as he walks in. he doesn't see me yet, but I can see him.

His bright blond hair and hazel eyes—but they looked more golden yellowy to me. He wore a yellow hoodie with the Illuminati symbol in the middle. It had the words I believe in on top and Illuminati on the bottom. But the black pre-ripped skinny jeans with black and yellow fuzzy socks made him look more normal(ish). He was... hot, holy hell he's hot! It's been a couple days since I last saw him, but I never really looked at him.

"Bill! How are you? What just happened with you and Satan?" She asked, forgetting that I was there.

"Oh, ya know, just stuff about how we aren't as compatible as we use to be and blah blah blah." Bill chuckled and looked at us, looked at me. He noticed I was there. "Who's this?"

"Oh, uh, well Bill, if you must know this is my brother, Dipper." She said smiling, but soon her smile dropped. "He needs treatment, but I don't think he wants to see a doctor."

"They'll make me stay over night, there's nothing wrong with me." I protest.
Before I knew it I was sat on an old, torn up, tan couch. Mable carful took my shirt off of me, revealing all my mistakes that he needed to correct me of.

"Holy... who did that?!?" Bill asked, concern filling him voice.

Mable looked at me as if to ask if she could tell, I nod and look away.

"It was his, now ex, boyfriend. He abused him." She explained.

"He didn't abuse me,Mable! He was punishing me for fucking up!" I yelled, soon nothing that I was on the brink of tears.

"Mable, can you get out for a few minutes? I think I should get more details so I know how to handle this." Bill explained to Mable before she nodded and walked off to another room. "Now, Dipper, what do you mean when you say he 'punished' you?" Bill asked, sitting in front of me.

"Well, if I talked back or tried to fight back he would take me into the room and do stuff like burn me or hit me. My Master did it all out of love, he was just trying to teach me how to be a good little fuck toy." I explained.

"So this was a bdsm relationship?" Bill asked. I nodded my head warily, cause I didn't know what that was, and he could tell. "You don't need lie to me, I'll explain it to you, but you have to let me treat your back first."

I turn my back to him. He started treating the burns the best he could before wrapping my whole upper body up with bandages. After he was done he pulled me to his lap, making me blush. Master would be ferocious if he saw what Bill was doing.

"BDSM," Bill said holding my face so I looked at him the whole time. "Is a kink that involves other kinks. It's stands for Bandage Discipline Dominant Submission Sadist Masochist, and the whole thing is consensual. What he did to you was abuse. He hit you and it wasn't to spank you. He burnt you to such a degree that it hurts me looking at it. BDSM and abuse are two very different things, the main difference is love, and what he did shows, not only me, but everyone that he doesn't love you. Honey, he hurt you so much, and he needs to pay for what he did." Bill said as he finished his explanation.

"So Master didn't... love... me?" I asked heartbroken.

"From what I can tell, no, I'm sorry but he didn't love you." Bill said pulling me close. "Your ex Master might have loved you at first, but whatever love he had is long gone."

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Mabel came back in with some wine and beer and whatever else Bill had in his liquor cabinet. I stayed sitting on Bills lap, too comfortable to move. I drank a lot of my problems away, but god drunk Dipper really wanted to start new ones.

"So... you're my new Master?" I asked Bill hopefully.

"No," he said, I looked down and thought of Masters words' nobody will ever love a slut like you. "I just met you, you just got out of a relationship I really wish you weren't in, so I think you should hold off dating anyone for now. Besides I just got of a relationship, I also need time to heal."

"After that you'll be my Master?" I asked resting my head on his chest, listening to his semi rapid heartbeat.

"I don't know if I'll be your Master, but after all is said and done I might become your boyfriend." He said with a cheerful smile plastered on his face.

"So you'll be daddy?" I asked.

He blushed and I heard Mable laugh. "So you know what DDlb is but not BDSM?"

"DDlb?" I asked confused. "What's that?"

"Holy shit your ex was the worse than I thought. Did he not let you online?"

"No, he said people would bully me."

"You haven't watched porn the whole time you were with him?"

"No, I did, for like the first year. He didn't like the fact that I'd use it when he was out so he limited it to when he was too busy, then he banned me from it entirely."

"What an ass, how long were you together?"

"Five years."

"Five years?!?!" Bill said almost dropping me into the wooden floor.

"Mhm, he loved me for so long... I think. Did he love me lots?"

"When did he start hitting you?"

"After the first year and a half."

"Then that's when I think he stopped, that's when you guys should have stopped."

I look into Bills yellowy hazel like eyes and lean into him. He has bigger muscles than Master did, and he felt more welcoming and huggable than Master did, too.Was Master wrong about how he was the only one that loved me?

"But he said he woved me every day." I pout.

"People lie, and it hurts, that why Satan and I broke up. I lied that I loved him for longer than I did, and when I couldn't handle it anymore I exploded!" I move Bills arm around and patted him down. "Uh, Dipper, what are you doing?"

"You said you exploded but you're in one piece."

Bill squished my cheeks together. "You're so cute!"

"Cute enough to kisssss?" I ask as I started grinding on him.

"Yes Dip, you're cute enough to kiss, hot enough to fuck, but you are drunk so won't be doing either of those things." Bill cooed as he stroked my cheek with on hand, the other was holding my hips still so I didn't make him pop a boner.

God, I want his dick so far up inside me!!!!~

"So if I wasn't drunk you'd fuck me?" I asked in a childish manner.

"Baby doll," Bill cooed as he cupped my cheeks and have me Eskimo kisses!

I giggled and nuzzled into his neck.

"Dip, we have to go home." Mable said as she drank her water.

"Nuuuuuu, wanna stay here wit daddy!" What am I even talking about? Who the fuck is daddy.... I want daddy!

"Dip, you have to go home, you can't stay here tonight." Bill said. Is he daddy?

"Buuu daaaaddy, I need to make suuuuuure ou nuuuu do someone else!" I said holding onto him.

"Man, you really can't handle alcohol." Bill hummed. "Go ahead, Shoot Star, I'll make sure to keep him out of trouble."

Before I knew it Mable was gone and I blacked out after gulping the rest of my drink.

Bills POV

After little Mr. Pine Tree hat over here drank the rest of what was in his cup he started kissing me. I didn't want to hurt him so I pinned his back to the couch cushions. I Shit you not he starts palming my crotch.

"Daddy, please use me." He purred.

"Baby doll, your drunk. You're gonna remember this and hate yourself." I explained in a calm tone as I made sure he couldn't get up.

"Nu uh! I like it rough! I want oooooou daddy!" Dip said as he thrusted his hips up to grind on me.

Fuck, I thought to myself. He doesn't get it.

"Baby boy," I said now holding his hips down. "You need to quit, if you don't I won't be able to."

"Then don't, do me daddy!" He giggled innocently.

"Baby boy, what's my name?" I asked.

"Bill!" He giggled again.

"Who's your ex?"

"Robbie..." He said trailing off before starting to cry.

I sit him up and set him in my lap again, comforting him. He told me how Robbie proposed and how they were going to have a family and a beautiful wedding and all these happy things. He really loved him, but I guess, I'm a way, that explains his drunk behavior. He was so attached to this person who did nothing but tear him down and fill his cute little head with lies. That's all they were. Lies. He believes that if he doesn't have a lover than he's worthless, lower than dirt. I held him close.

"Sweetheart, no," I said as I stroked his hair.

"Sweetheart yesh. He didn't wove me, he neber did. Ou does doe, right?" He asked as he looked up at me with puffy eyes.

"I really like you, but I don't know you enough to judge if I love you." I explained.

"Den ou can kiss me?"

I smiled. "You can have one kiss then it's off to bed."

He giggled and kissed me. The kiss was sloppy, to say the least. I kissed back, holding his ass close to me so he didn't fall as I stood up. I took us to my room and set him on my bed before breaking the kiss. He pouted until he saw me pull out a shirt for him. His chocolate brown eyes lit up, happy to get dressed. I was confused as to why he was so excited, until he held up his arms and gave me a derpy-dunk kind of smile. I had to get him dressed.
I pull his shirt off and then his sock and pants. I put my shirt on and looked at the happy, drunk boy in front of me. He giggled and asked if I had any stuffed animals he could cuddle for the night. I went and got a soft, brown and white, stuffed puppy that was about the size of his torso.

"Tank oooooous! Ou da best daddy eber!" He giggled as he crawled to my pillows, tripping on my shirt that went a little over half way down his thigh.

I get on my side of the queen sized bed before hearing someone's tummy growling. I look at Dipper and he blushes.

"I sowwy! I haven't eaten since yesterday." Dipper said looking embarrassed.

"Let me get you something to eat." I said as I was getting up.

He held onto my arm and pouted, his boney fingers falling to the bed slowly. I pull him to me, pick him up, and walk us to my kitchen. I fix him a couple turkey sandwiches thinking that even if he doesn't eat one I'll eat it. He inhaled both of them. He asked for more, this told me so much about his past relationship, and what it told me hurt. This Robbie dude didn't let him eat a lot. I know he ate cause I saw him at MD the other day, but I didn't see much of his burger after a couple minutes. That's makes me sound like I watched him. I didn't, but I did notice. So he isn't anorexic or bulimic, I think.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" I asked.

"Pancakes! I haven't eaten pancakes in a bout a year, I think!" He giggled as he lazily threw himself onto me.

"Remind me to beat your exes ass next time we see him." I said a bit pissed.

Dipper giggled, again, and nodded happily. It seems as if drunk Dipper forgot all out his scummy ex after just a few kisses. I push the thought away and help Dipper get into bed where he instantly fell into a deep sleep, snuggling up to me to keep warm.