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He should have fought them. He should have tried harder to make them stop- that was all Papyrus thought as he was tied up and thrown into a car, barely holding onto consciousness. He stayed awake long enough to hear the engine come to life, but whatever drug had been jabbed into his thigh when he wasn't looking took effect after that.

He woke up sore, stiff, and weak. Papyrus groaned and tried to rub his aching sockets but his hands didn't budge- in his doped up state he realized he was sitting in a chair. His wrists were tied behind him, beneath and through his ribs and with locked metal loops, his legs, spine, and neck similarly restrained. He looked around, senses somewhat coming back to him to see the plain, small room he sat in. There was a table sitting a couple of feet away, but beyond that and a mat on the floor the room looked painfully empty.

Should he yell? No, obviously somebody had tied him up like this, and they were probably nearby. He tested the bindings to find no slack or give. His rustling was enough to bring awareness to the strange heaviness on his neck and clavicles, and he looked down to see a strange device, like some kind of mechanical locket with a glowing blue light in the middle, strapped to his chest. The color was very familiar, but he was too out of it to place it. 

The door opened, making the skeleton jump, and two human men walked in. Despite knowing it was useless, he jolted his wrists like they had anywhere to go. Oh, God, why wasn't he wearing his clothes?

"Well ain't you a weird one," the shorter of the two said, stepping over and invading Papyrus's personal space without a care in the world. The human was average height but looked small compared to the tall, slim one who was busying himself at the table.

"H-Hi?" Papyrus said, wincing at the sound of his own voice. "Uhm, I think there might have been a misunderstanding, I-"

"Talking will not help you," the taller man said sharply, hands busy in a box that Papyrus couldn't see. He didn't raise his eyes to look at the monster, who gulped and nervously smiled.

"I'm not sure what the point of this is, but I know we can find a better solution!" he tried. 

"Nah, we've got it down to a science at this point," the one close to him said, leaning down and getting a close- far too close- look at his ribs and pubis. Papyrus spluttered, blushing and wishing he could cover himself, and that just made him snicker.

"Aw, shy?" he asked as he patted Papyrus's head. "Don't be, we'll see way more than this pretty soon."

"Excuse me? I-I can teach you about personal space- and maybe how to make a better threat! I don't even know what that one meant!"

"I can explain," the tall man said, stepping forward. He was thin but solid, his blue eyes dark and without light. The black gloves he wore covered his long, slender fingers.

"We have brought you here to extract your ejaculatory fluids, as it is the highest concentration of a monster's magic that can be taken without killing the monster. Many people will pay a high price for such a product, and we intend to deliver."

Papyrus stared at him. Was this a joke? He knew what ejaculation was- he'd read approximately one sexual education book in his youth- but...

"Man, you always go straight for it, don'tcha Boss?" the short one grumbled. "Where's the mystery, the fun? You coulda let me tease him a little bit."

"He will be making us a lot of money, the least we can do is provide him information on what is happening to him," Boss replied, stepping between Papyrus's legs and right up against the chair he sat in. 

Papyrus flinched back, neck craning to look at the tall human.

"I. Uhm. Please let me go?" Papyrus squeaked, skull burning in embarrassment and ribcage filled with dread. "I've never even... done that... before, I don't think I'm a good candidate, I-"

Papyrus was stopped by a hand, gently laid on his ribs. He looked up in alarm at the human, realization setting in that they were going to do something to him and he was stuck in this chair.

He tried to draw his magic to scare them off, and the lights in the room got brighter and he got weaker, but nothing happened. 

The human's hand ran across his ribs and then back as Papyrus kept trying to access his attacks, his blue magic, anything at all, and it felt like he was succeeding, but nothing actually happened. 

"You should stop before you tire yourself," the human said, and in Papyrus's distraction the other had brought a stool over, which Boss scooted behind him to sit in. 

"St-stop touching me then! I do not want to be touched like this!" Papyrus demanded, anger bowing down to the growing fear. The human did not stop, and in fact lowered his fingers a rib and brought his other hand up to rub the other side.

"You want just the fleshlight or the whole saddle, Boss?" the human, who had walked out of the room, called in.

"Saddle," Boss said, hands continuing their work. "What is your name, monster?"

Papyrus said nothing, turned away from the voice and struggling at his restraints. The stimulation felt... good, and that was bad.

"We'll give you one if you don't tell us," Boss said, paying each rib special attention before moving down. 

"Will you st-" Papyrus sucked in a breath as the hand rubbed where his ribs met the back of his spine. Oh, God, that felt...

"Will I stop if you tell me? No. I'd just like to know," he said, continuing to touch Papyrus in that area and making him jerk against his restraints and toss his head.

"Stop it! Stop that right now! I- ah!"

Boss had pressed both of his thumbs in that delicate, sensitive crevice on his lowest rib, rubbing firmly but gently in small circles. Papyrus tried to arch his spine away from the touch, but locked to the chair as it was, he had nowhere to go and no reprieve from the onslaught.

"Oh, is that a sensitive area? I apologize if that was too much, I'll be more gentle."

Papyrus felt tears slide down his face, watching in anxiety as the short human whose name he still didn't know dragged some kind of... seat... into the room. It was leather and it did sort of look like a saddle. He felt an unfamiliar heat in his bones from the touches and it scared him.

"Aw, Boss, you made him cry already? Jeez."

"I am not familiar with this monster's anatomy, it may take some trial and error to find his erogenous zones. Fetch me the lubricant, would you?"

The second human groaned. "Edge, get the saddle, Edge, get the lube, Edge, stop jerkin' off in the back room- you're so demanding," he complained as he went to the small table, out of Papyrus's vision. 

The hands returned to that damn area but, true to his word, they rubbed lighter and slower. It still made Papyrus grit his teeth and jerk his legs in their restraints.

"Gh- please, stop! That... hurts."

The movement paused. "Does it?"

"Yes! It's making me way too hot! I don't like it!"

"Ah, that is arousal," he said as he went back to it.

Papyrus didn't know what to do with himself. He squirmed, hands clenching and unclenching into fists as Boss continued to touch him, persistently and without a moment of relief. His body was attempting to do... something... and he was very scared of letting it.

Boss kept one hand on the lowest rib joint and slid the other down Papyrus's spine- oh stars- and onto his Iliac crest. As he began stroking gentle fingers along the broader, smooth surface, Papyrus found it far harder to control his body's reaction. Sounds he didn't want to be making were escaping his teeth even as he forced his jaw shut and tried to shut himself up.

"Well he's definitely lovin' that," Edge remarked, but Papyrus didn't open his sockets, too intent on controlling himself. 

"He said that he has never stimulated himself in this way, so I imagine he's sensitive." Boss abandoned the ribs altogether and started running his fingers up and down Papyrus's spine, pressing into the grooves and-

"Ngh!" Papyrus felt his magic surge, magic that he couldn't control, and the weight of something materialized at his pelvis. He looked down in dismay and saw a penis between his legs, erect and heavy. He groaned in frustration and thrashed in the seat, but the chair was sturdy and the bindings were too tight- he could do nothing to stop this.

"Oh shit, now that's a cock!" Edge exclaimed after a whistle. Seeing his hand reach towards the new, foreign construct made Papyrus jerk so hard that the chair almost toppled over, a sob ripping through his chest.

"Please STOP!" he shouted as he cried. He was embarrassed and overwhelmed and scared and everything was too much! He continued to fight and shout and cry.

"Easy, easy, we'll take a break now," Boss said softly, pulling away and holding the skeleton's chair tight. "I can see that you are overstimulated. Breathe."

"Don't- don't tell me what to- ngh- do! Why did you make me do this? Wh-why?"

"We already told ya, we're gonna collect and sell your cum," Edge said. "We needed you to make a dick for that, and you were really into it."

"No I wasn't! You- you made me do it! I was not enjoying that and I'm not enjoying any of this!" Papyrus spluttered. He tried so hard to ignore the way the thing at his pelvis insistently pulsed in need.

"I dunno, you're hard as a brick and dribbling on the floor," Edge said with laughter in his voice. "It's kinda hot, to be honest."

"That is not professional." Boss, who had stood, gave him a smack on the shoulder. "He may be more aroused than most in his position would be, but you're just going to make him upset."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but man is it big. Whatcha think, nine inches?"

"It looks to be a little over," Boss said, the two of them looking at his dick. He wanted to crawl in a hole and never be seen again but he couldn't even move his hands to obscure their view. He sniffled.

"Are you feeling a bit calmer now?" Boss asked. He got to his knees in front of Papyrus's chair, head far too close to his new addition. 

He sucked in a breath and shook his head.

"Hm. Your breathing has slowed down, though, so I think you're lying."

Well, he got him there. Still, as a hand came up and was laid on his thigh, Papyrus reacted like he'd been electrocuted. 

"No please don't, don't touch it," Papyrus begged even as his body was yelling at him to touch it.

"It ain't gonna hurt, you know," Edge said, taking Boss's seat and moving it beside the skeleton to enjoy the show. "We might be evil but we're not gonna make it painful."

"He's correct- we're not going to hurt you," Boss agreed, giving Papyrus's thigh a mockingly soothing rub. "I know you are feeling sexual frustration at being aroused and left unsatisfied."

Papyrus didn't say anything, just hiccuped.

"I'm going to go slow. Do you want to tell me your name?"

Papyrus didn't, he didn't want to be here or do any of this, but he was losing his fight. 

"Papyrus..." he whimpered.

"Very good, Papyrus. Thank you. You're doing very well."

The words sent an unwelcome yet electric tingle down his spine, making his cock give a little twitch, insisting urgently that it needed... something!

Boss took it in his hands. Papyrus watched, flushed and uncertain, but was not prepared for the rush of stimulation as Boss stroked it to the base. 

"Ah- nghhno, no..." he cried, hips jerking in his chair. He winced as he saw more of the blue-tinted liquid bead at the tip, his body on fire with want.

"Good. Keep breathing, Papyrus, that will make it easier," Boss said, holding up his hand long enough for Edge to squirt some clear liquid onto it. "It's okay for this to feel good."

It felt so wrong. Papyrus grit his teeth as Boss's hand approached again and could only moan and squirm as he stroked it. When he went back to the tip, he gave it special attention with his thumb and  it made Papyrus's body jerk involuntarily. 

"Boss, we better-"

"I know,  he's not far from finishing." Boss gave him one last stroke before leaving the cock unsatisfied and craving- needing- more. Papyrus drew his attention away from it long enough to see Red wheel the saddle over. It had various metal bars and joints for… some purpose.

"What- what is that?" he asked.

"It is easier to show you," Boss said. Papyrus swallowed dryly, letting out a sharp breath as his cock pulsed angrily.

Swiftly and without hesitancy, they removed him from the seat. His hands were still tied to his ribs and his legs to the metal bars of the chair legs, but the back and seat were left behind as they easily lifted him up. He was so weak that he could barely struggle, and even all he had was not enough to shake their hold.

"Easy, if you start struggling you'll just fall and hurt yourself," Boss warned, sitting Papyrus's weight on the back of the saddle, giving him a good view of what it was.

Ah. It was a saddle- one that you sat forward in, like riding a fast bike. And there was a hole perfectly placed for a penis.

Seeing the intended use of the toy made Papyrus struggle anew, but they just had to scoot him forward and the work was done. His hands couldn't be tied to the bars in front of the saddle, so they positioned him correctly and then pushed his back forward and into place, making his hips sit snug against the leather and his cock slide through the padded hole. There was nothing on the other end, but the stimulation made him shiver.

They manhandled him to lean forward and then he was straddling the saddle, no longer able to see his dick and once again totally bound and unable to move.

He started breathing heavily, the fear coming stronger as he tried to turn his head all the way around to see them behind him.

"Wh-what are you doing? What's happening?"

"This is the fun part," Edge said in a sing-songy voice. "It's time for a good milking."

"It is easiest to collect at this angle," Boss provided further, coming into view with a thin sleeve in his hand. He held it up so that Papyrus could see it, which almost made it worse.

"It is a specially-made fleshlight fitted into a grip. You will ejaculate into it and the fluid will collect at the tip, which can then be easily emptied."

Papyrus whined at that, blinking away tears and Boss handed the thing to Edge, who came to stand beside them. 

"You've been real good for us, sweetheart, and good behavior deserves a reward," Edge cooed, and the praise just made Papyrus's dick give yet another angry pulse of need. 

Edge wasted no time. Boss stayed beside his skull, rubbing it and wiping away his tears. It was almost comforting- Papyrus's aroused, cum-drunk body just craving something- ANYTHING- to touch him.

The sleeve was slowly slipped over his cock, and Papyrus's hips jutted forward into the warm, wet feeling of it engulfing him.

"Ah... ngh, mh…?" Papyrus's voice quivered, unsure and embarrassed as he jerked against the saddle almost involuntarily, looking up at Boss.

"It's alright, you're doing wonderfully," he consoled, running a thumb over the side of his skull. "Let it all out."

Papyrus whimpered, his whole body shaking. Each pull and push of the grip felt divine, and his cock and body jerked in tandem at the almost-too-great pleasure. He found himself pressing forward into the saddle as much as he could.

"Hey, bud, if you pull back and push in with me it'll feel even better," Edge said softly, his free hand coming up and toying with his coccyx. 

Papyrus sniffled. He didn't want to do that- he didn't want to do anything they were telling him to do- but... but this was too much. Edge's rhythm was steady, and as instructed, as he pulled the sleeve off of him with a mortifying wetness, Papyrus did the same in the saddle. He pushed his hips forward to meet the tight heat and he shuddered, a high-pitched whine escaping through his teeth.

"Perfect, you're a natural," Edge praised, continuing his gentle touches and making Papyrus jerk. 

"Ah- w-wait," he pleaded, losing the rhythm and awkwardly thrusting his hips into the saddle to try and find it again. He was crying and sweating and something was going to happen.

"Shh, here, try to keep it steady and I'll meetcha," Edge said, and so he did.

Papyrus was a sobbing, moaning mess. His cock jerked into the sleeve, making spasms run through his body as the tight coil of physical pleasure built in him. He tried to keep a rhythm, he really did, but it became too much and his erratic thrusting no longer met the sleeve. He whined in frustration.

"Lemme take over, hun, you've been so good," Edge praised as he pushed the sleeve fully to the base and began to only pull it off halfway before pushing it firmly back down.

"A-ah, ah- I- I'm..." Papyrus cried, the feeling building. He was panting hard. "S-Something is- is- hap- ngh- happeni- ah!"

"You're close to orgasm," Boss said, still touching his face. Ashamed, Papyrus found himself nuzzling into the touch, needing it. "It will feel like a very pleasurable release."

Papyrus's hips still twitched forward, but it was just a reaction and no longer to find more stimulation. His toes curled, whining in need, feeling it build in waves.

"Good," Boss said, staying close and giving Papyrus the comfort he could. "Don't be scared, Papyrus. Go ahead and cum for us."

Boss held his skull in a crude hug as Papyrus's whines and whimpers built with the pleasure, the fleshlight moving fast, his body shaking- 

Every bone locked up and he yelped as the wave crashed down, all-consuming pleasure racing through him as he froze, feeling his cock jerk in its confines, whining with each pulse. Edge slowed his pace to a crawl, easing him through release as Papyrus's hips gave a few last twitches, chasing the tail end.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

"Good job, sweetheart," Edge cooed as he gently pushed the sleeve to the base and strapped it to the saddle, the stimulation making a loud whine escape the skeleton. He felt his cock give a few twitches, still hard and sensitive in the sleeve.

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They left him in the saddle for a few minutes after he came, panting and trying desperately to gather his wits about him. He didn’t try to struggle or get off of the saddle- his one and only attempt just made him whine from the small movement of the fleshlight on him.

Edge stayed with him, cooing little praises that made Papyrus angry and… something else. 

“Alright, hun, I’m gonna take the grip offa ya. I know you’re real sensitive, just take a deep breath for me.”

Papyrus was still feeling hazy, so he barely questioned Edge before doing as he was told, breathing in deeply-

“Nggghh!” he whimpered, twitching hard as the fleshlight came off in one smooth motion. Edge pet his head.

“Good job, sweetheart. You’ll get a break now, don’t worry.”

“L… Let me go?” he pleaded.

Edge ignored him, petting his skull for a second before carefully taking the fleshlight and leaving the room.

Papyrus was alone. He jerked in the saddle, trying to free his hands or his legs, but it was pointless. He couldn’t use his attack magic and whatever device they’d put on him was sapping away all of his excess energy. On top of that, he was sure there was some kinda drug in his system.

His penis, unattended and spent, finally dissipated. He was glad for that, at least, laying his head on the saddle and trying to catch his breath.

Boss came back in, a washcloth and a pail of water in tow. Papyrus watched him nervously.

“No need for fear, Papyrus, I’m just going to clean you up,” he said, using the stool from before as a table for his bucket. He dunked the cloth into the water, wrung it out, and then put it to Papyrus’s skull.

He was braced for pain, or horrible pleasure, but Boss really was just cleaning him. He moved from his skull, down his arms and ribs, over his legs, taking care to be gentle in sensitive areas. Papyrus squirmed.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, the euphoria from orgasm faded enough for him to be afraid again.

“I’m washing you.”

“Why?”

“So you are clean,” Boss said plainly. “It would do Edge and I no good for you to be filthy.”

“Are you going to let me go?” 

“Eventually, yes.”

“Oh, but hey, bud,” Edge said. Papyrus wasn’t even aware he’d returned. “You had a blast there at the end, so just enjoy the pamperin’ while it lasts, huh?”

“I- I didn’t-”

“Papyrus,” Boss admonished, finishing his job and putting the cloth and bucket to the side. “There may be a period of mental adjustment, but it would do you well to just accept what is going on. We are not going to hurt you.”

Papyrus glared sidelong at the wall, tears coming to his sockets. 

“Should we let ‘im rest a while, Boss?” Edge asked, giving him a pat on the head. “That was his first big O, and he gave us a ton of product. I think he deserves it.”

“Hmm, yes, I think you’re right,” Boss agreed. Papyrus shook his skull, dislodging Edge’s hand, but the man just laughed. “Let’s get you acclimated.”

They put tight metal rings on his hands that had leather bags on the end, making him unable to use the dexterity of his fingers. They weren’t connected to one another, though. Similar rings were put on his ankles.

“We don’t want to restrain you more than we have to, and with the magic channel connected to you, you won’t have the energy to do much. If you behave and do not try to attack us, they will remain your only bondage,” Boss said, the clamp and lock fitted onto both ankles now. “If you try to run, countermeasures will be enacted.”

Papyrus didn’t say anything. Finally they unbound his arms and legs, removing him from the saddle. He wanted to push them and fight and run, but he was physically exhausted.

Edge carried him to the corner of the room. A cushion laid on the floor, large enough to comfortably sleep on, and that was it. Papyrus was laid onto the cushion as he groaned.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asked. He meant for it to sound brave, but it didn’t.

“We are going to continue to collect ejaculate from you, once or twice daily. That will depend on your stamina and ability to produce, which we will learn in due time,” Boss answered from the saddle, which he was wiping down.

Papyrus didn’t reply. Edge pet along his spine and the skeleton shuddered at how good it felt. 

“Here, hun, let’s get you some water,” he said. He propped Papyrus up on his lap and produced a bottle of water the skeleton hadn’t even seen him holding. He really was out of it. 

Papyrus eyed it cautiously, but that just made the human smile and take a sip himself.

“It’s just water, dude,” he laughed. As Papyrus reached his hand for it, Edge pulled it away.

“Ah, here, let me do it. You’ll spill it with the cuffs on, and you’re getting pampered, remember?” Edge purred. 

Papyrus spluttered and pushed the hand away as it came close to his mouth.

“Stop it! I can drink myself!”

“I know you can, but I wanna help ya.”

“No,” Papyrus refused. 

“Don’t be stubborn, hun,” Edge said with a low voice. He thumbed Papyrus’s lowest rib, and he barely had the strength to reach up and push his hand away.

“No! Stop it, don’t- don’t touch me!” he fought, trying to push himself away from Edge. He succeeded, clumsily rolling to the side and curling up on the mat to face away from him.

The human sighed. “Alright, doin’ it the hard way, i guess,” he complained. Papyrus closed his sockets as Edge shifted and stood, taking the water with him. “It’s a little silly to get all flustered ‘bout this when you fucked that fleshlight of mine, like, ten minutes ago.”

Papyrus’s body burned in shame, but he said nothing. 

“Edge, leave him be. He’ll come around,” Boss said. “For now, try to rest. The temperature of the room should be comfortable, but let us know next session if you would like it adjusted.”

Papyrus didn’t respond. They spoke to each other as they cleared out the small room, leaving nothing in it but Papyrus and the cushion he laid on.

He fell asleep not long after.

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Papyrus woke up to being picked up, and he began flailing at once.

“Easy there, we’re just puttin’ ya in the saddle,” Edge said. It made Papyrus writhe harder.

“No- no! I don’t want to do it again!” he shouted, but the humans easily overpowered him. He cried and squirmed but they easily put him back up on the thing, now having the cuffs to connect with the handlebar. Papyrus arched his spine back, trying to keep his pelvis away from the seat, but Boss took his ankles and clicked them into place below, a bar in the seat making his knees bend a certain way and not allowing him to move. He tried, but he was stuck.

“Stop! Stop it, please!” he begged, crying. He jerked his limbs around hard, making pain blossom where the cuffs touched bone. “Don’t t-touch me, don’t-”

“You’re going to hurt yourself, calm down,” Boss said. “You enjoyed it last night, and we know your body a little better now.”

Papyrus sobbed and continued his desperate pulling as Edge came up to him and pet his spine.

“I’m gonna help take care of these bones of yours today, Boss’s gonna show me the ropes.”

“No, no…” Papyrus whined. Edge’s soft, warm hand ran along the back of his ribs, skin just rough enough to add… something… to the touch. 

“He’s very sensitive, so gentle foreplay seems the best plan,” Boss said about Papyrus like he wasn’t right there. “We’ll have to be careful not to desensitize him too much.”

Papyrus could turn his head, still, and he did so to watch Boss point to his spine somewhere. 

Edge used both thumbs to stroke along his lowest ribs, from the vertebrae out along the bone. Papyrus’s breath caught in his throat no longer just with sobs. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Edge encouraged. He continued the motion and Papyrus hated how good it felt, he hated how it warmed his body up and sent tingles up and down his spine.

“Please stop,” Papyrus cried. He closed his sockets. “Please, I just… please, I don’t want to do this.”

“It’s okay, you’re doin’ great,” Edge replied, entirely ignoring the plea for mercy. He rubbed a little harder, abandoning one side to grope all along his ribs, fingers exploring Papyrus’s body and making him shudder.

“Hmm, is your coccyx pleasurable to touch?” Boss asked himself. His gloved fingers reached down and under the flat bone, exploring gently.

“Ahn- sto- stop,” Papyrus cried as his hips twitched at the touch. He felt his magic begin to stir as Edge touched his spine, but he wouldn’t let it form. He couldn’t, not again…

“Shit, I touched it last night but he was so horny I couldn’t tell what was makin’ him moan,” Edge commented. “You like your little tailbone gettin’ touched, hun?”

“No! N- ngh-” he bit off his protest as two of Boss’s fingers rubbed up and down his coccyx more firmly now. It felt so good. 

“We can tell when you lie to us,” Boss commented, changing his approach and using his thumb to massage the top of the bone. “It won’t make your time here any worse, but there’s little point in it.” Papyrus gasped as his thumb continued its work and his other hand came up to resume fingering the underside. The skeleton fought to keep the noises in, but he couldn’t. 

“Yeah, just be honest,” Edge said. He’d moved to rubbing the less-erogenous ribs, still sensitive but not so much to overwhelm the skeleton and the current situation at his pubis. 

“Hff- hh- stop, pl- please-” Papyrus pleaded between hot breaths. He was trying so hard not to let his magic take shape, but it really wanted to. 

“Go ahead and form your magic,” Boss commanded. “If you continue to resist I will assume you’re extending our time together.”

Papyrus whimpered, his whole body hot and filled with shame. With a whine and a shiver his dick took shape, sticking right through the hole like it was meant to be there. 

Papyrus cried, knees trying to move together despite being snugly situated apart. Boss slowed his movement on the skeleton’s coccyx.

“Very good, Papyrus. You are doing well.”

Papyrus felt his cock pulse at the praise and he winced, once more tugging at his restraints to try and free his arms. 

Edge wrapped his hand around the base without warning, squeezing the ectoflesh.

“A-ah, wait! Wh- whnnnwait,” he tried to say, words broken up by moans as Edge began to stroke him. The man put a hand on the back of Papyrus’s head and rubbed soothingly.

“It’s okay, just let it all out.” He thumbed over the head and it made Papyrus’s whole body jerk. Boss was still touching his coccyx, and Papyrus realized in shame that he’d been arching back his pelvis as much as he could to allow easier access. 

“I was not going to mention your posture, but you seem to have noticed,” Boss remarked. Papyrus gritted his teeth and shook his head, toes curling at Edge’s hands around his length. “We know this feels very physically pleasurable, and your body is reacting to that.”

“What was he doin?” Edge asked as he stroked. The way they spoke so nonchalantly as Papyrus’s entire being was lit up with pleasure and fear…

“He was arching his pelvis back, allowing me to touch his coccyx more freely.”

“Nn- no I w- I wasn’t,” Papyrus muttered, but he was flushed and embarrassed. 

“Aw, he must like that a lot- it kinda looks like you’re fingering him.”

Papyrus was not expecting the return of the grip. Edge seemed to do it while the skeleton was distracted, and the replacement of the hand with the tight, snug heat of the fleshlight made him yelp in overwhelming pleasure. 

“This is how we’re gonna do it most of the time, okay?” Edge asked, going faster than before, making Papyrus twitch and whimper as it built. 

“Nnh- wait- stop- slow- sl- ah!” Papyrus tried to speak, but Edge’s movements made him a stuttering, incomprehensible mess.

The human did actually slow his pace, stopping the movements entirely to look at Papyrus with a funny expression. The skeleton tried to plead with his eyes as he cried.

“T-Too fast…” he whimpered into his shoulder. He sniffled. “Please- g… go slower?” He sounded so pathetic. 

Edge’s expression melted into a smile, and when he began to move the fleshlight again, it was at a much more relaxed pace. The relief made Papyrus moan and hiccup, hips twitching. 

“See, Papyrus?” Boss asked, his ministrations soft now to ease him into the stimulation. “We aren’t going to make you suffer.”

“Not when you ask so nicely,” Edge added. He languidly pulled the sleeve off of the skeleton, pushing it down to the base in one smooth, sure motion. 

“Ohh…” Papyrus moaned, insecure. Were they being mean to him? His mind was too full of fuzzy bliss to make sense of it. He just thrust into the thing wrapped around his cock.

“You gettin’ close, sweetheart?” Edge asked, movements a little faster now- but Papyrus was okay with it, it was bearable this time. 

“I d- I don’t- nn,” Papyrus moaned, legs jerking like he could move into this feeling. “I th-think?” he said, unsure what they wanted to hear or what he should say. He felt really, really good, and the fleshlight around him felt incredible, and a heat was building in his core that made him jerk into the stimulation without even thinking about it. 

“Wonderful. You’re very good at this, Papyrus,” Boss said.

Papyrus whined sharply, the praise making a zip go through him at just the right time, right as the fleshlight was pushing down onto him- he choked on a shout as he came, hips jerking, lost to the feeling. He twitched into the sleeve and moaned pathetically with each pulse.

“Oh, wow,” Edge breathed, slowing his movements to ease Papyrus through. “That snuck up on ya, huh?”

Papyrus stayed tense until it was over, then dropped into the saddle with a sob. Edge kept the sleeve around him and pushed it to the base like before, clipping it to the underside of the saddle so he could use his hands.

“Do you like it when we praise you, Papyrus?” Boss asked, finally stopping his assault on the skeleton’s tailbone. 

Papyrus said nothing. He felt fuzzy at the edges and couldn’t bring himself to lie, so silence would suffice. 

“Aw, is that what happened?” Edge cooed. “Glad you’re into it, you’ve been so good for us, how could we not tell ya?”

Papyrus shut his sockets tight, the words making his oversensitive length pulse. 

“Certainly worthwhile information,” Boss remarked. “Edge, I have business to attend to, can you get him cleaned up while he’s being drained?” 

Papyrus winced at how they spoke about him. Edge gave the other human a salute. 

“Sure thing, you want me to take him off or leave him for later?”

Boss looked at Papyrus. The monster met his eyes for only a second before he looked away in shame. 

“Leave him on. I have a feeling he’ll be alright with two sessions a day, but if he complains about sore limbs before it’s time, remove him.” Boss regarded him, eyes dropping to where his cock sat in its confines. “I quite like this one, and I want him to be as comfortable as possible. It’s not often we find a candidate so… amicable.”

“Heh, you got it, Boss,” Edge agreed. 

Papyrus swallowed back a whine and shivered at the words.

They left him on the saddle but gave him some slack in his bindings, arms and legs no longer locked so tightly. Edge wiped him off, giving him a pat on the head when he was done.

"Alright, hun, you just shout if you get uncomfortable, okay? I'll hear ya."

Papyrus didn't say anything. He had his head turned away from the human.

"You wanna try drinkin' yet?" 

He really, really did. Papyrus was thirsty, and it must've shown on his face as he turned to the human. 

"Aw, you just had to ask, sweetheart," Edge said, using the stupid pet names. He left the room but quickly returned, a water bottle in hand. Papyrus shivered as he came to stand right beside him, embarrassed at what was happening.

Edge held the bottle up to Papyrus's mouth. The skeleton thought about resisting again, but... what was the point? He was too weak to escape even if he did manage to get out of the cuffs, and one of them seemed to always be around. 

He parted his teeth and Edge poured a mouthful of water in, slowly. The gentle nature of it was disgusting and made Papyrus feel a dark sludge in his soul.

"There ya go, good boy," he said quietly. Papyrus shut his sockets but then the bottle was back to his mouth and he drank.

He half expected Edge to be cruel, and give him too much and make him spill it on himself, or... or something. But it didn't happen- he drank until he was done, and then he looked up at the man.

"All done, sweetheart?" 

Papyrus burned in shame, but he nodded.

"Are ya hungry?"

He was. He looked away- he couldn't be a part of this.

"Papyrus, hun, if you're hungry I'll getcha somethin' to eat. It doesn't have to be a big deal."

"How- how is this not a big deal?" he spluttered, glaring at the human. "You've got me locked up like- like some kind of animal, and you won't let me drink on my own, and you keep- you keep- making me-" he cut off with a groan of frustration, tears in his sockets. "Let me go!"

"Sorry, but it's not happenin'," Edge said, not sounding sorry at all. "We already said we're not keepin' ya forever, and you're so fuckin' good at getting milked it'd be a shame not to do it."

Papyrus sobbed and turned his head from Edge, not willing to look at the horrible person. 

"Alright, well, I'll come back in a while to see 'bout that food," he said with a shrug audible in his voice. "You sit tight."

It wasn't like he had a choice.

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He sat and stared at the wall. He was angry, and scared, and hungry, and he didn't know what else to do. He didn't think about the 'sessions' as the two humans called them- he didn't want to think about how good they'd felt. He fell asleep at some point and his dreams were vague yet pleasant. 

When he woke up, he realized he'd summoned his magic in his sleep. He panicked immediately, pulling at the cuffs and willing it to go away. He looked at the door- still closed- before sucking in a breath and trying to will it away, god please go away-

"Woah!"

"No, get out, get away!" Papyrus cried, voice breaking. Why had his body done this? He didn't want it to be touched, it was already hard and sensitive, he wanted it to go away!

He thrashed and sobbed, and a hand on the back of his head made him flinch and shudder.

"Please don't, please don't, please- I didn't mean- I was sleeping- it- please-" he begged between heaving breaths.

"Ah, the classic wet dream, I getcha," Edge said, giving his skull a rub. Papyrus whined.

"Don't- don't touch it, please, I don't-"

"Aw, sweetheart, just breathe. I ain't gonna jerk ya off, it's only been a couple hours."

Papyrus huffed, looking over at Edge. He was looking to see if he was lying, or joking, but he didn't seem to be. 

"Y-You're... not?"

"Nah, I get that it's hard adjustin' around here, and if yesterday was the first time you ever came, makes sense you're havin' a rough time of it." Edge shrugged, continuing his head rubs. "It's cute you made one while you were snoozin' though."

Papyrus grumbled, pathetic and vulnerable. 

"So does it just 'poof' when you're not turned on anymore?" Edge asked, leaning down a little to look at the cock sticking out of the saddle. 

"I don't know," Papyrus whined. He hated that this human was just... looking at him. He was so afraid, and Edge just stared at his dick with interest.

"Hmm, it's crazy that it's blue, though." Edge reached forward and began fiddling with Papyrus's cuffs, making the skeleton yelp in fear.

"Relax, hun, I'm just lettin' ya off the saddle," Edge comforted. "I'm not touchin' yer dick."

Papyrus watched him warily, but true to his word, the human just unclipped his ankles and wrists from the saddle. 

Papyrus was about to try and get down, but Edge grabbed him under one arm to stop him. He jerked his head to look at the human in fear.

"You're gonna hurt yourself getting off with yer dick still in there," Edge explained, sounding a little exasperated. "Lemme help."

Papyrus did not trust this human, but he did have a point. He went limp and allowed Edge to slowly move him backwards, pulling his length out of the saddle. Papyrus watched his cock slip free and hated how he could feel it weighing against his pubis.

"There ya go, now don't that feel a little better?" Edge asked, helping Papyrus move over to the cushion. He was still weak and unable to walk on his own, so he accepted the help with shaking hands. 

As soon as he was over the cushion, Papyrus laid down and curled up, confined hands hiding his crotch from Edge's view as much as he could. 

"Feelin' shy, huh? Yer a funny one," Edge said. He laughed. "Well, I hope yer dick goes away soon. If ya need a hand, just shout. Or jerk off with your gloves on, whatever works for you."

He left. It took five minutes for Papyrus to calm down enough to send the construct away.

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“Good, very good, are you close to finishing?”

“Mnh- I’m- nh-”

“Sounds pretty close to me.”

Papyrus shook, Edge jerking him off with the grip like he’d done twice before. He whined and pushed his hips into the saddle, breathing through gritted teeth.

Edge took the sleeve off all at once and left Papyrus to jerk into the saddle in it’s absence. 

“Hhff- wh… what?” he muttered, looking over at the human in confusion. Had he done something wrong? Why was Edge smirking like that? His cock pulsed in frustration.

“Just gettin’ you acquainted with my namesake,” he rumbled, and then the sleeve was back and pumping him again. Papyrus moaned at the sudden stimulation, body arching as much as it could in its suffocating confines.

He was close again, tears in his sockets-

Edge once more fully removed the sleeve. He laughed at the way Papyrus’s body involuntarily twitched, his cock seeking more.

“Ah- what-” he spluttered, tugging at his wrists and looking at the man again. He had been drugged again and was feeling hazy with pleasure, but this was making anger build in his ribcage.

“It’s called edging, get it?” he explained with a laugh. “Point is to get right to where you’re about to cum and then stop- it makes it feel better when it eventually happens.”

“I-I don’t- nh!” Papyrus tensed as his cock was stroked, quicker than before, for only a few seconds before being removed again. He growled in frustration, crying in earnest now, hating the way he felt his cock twitch and jump in unfulfilled excitement. 

“Edge, stop teasing him,” Boss admonished. He came over and snatched the fleshlight from Edge’s hands as the human laughed.

“Ha, didja see his face, though? He needs it bad, Boss.”

Papyrus whined and shut his sockets- he did need it, and he hated that. The humiliation made him sob.

“Edging does not make him produce more, and it obviously frustrates him,” Boss said, sounding annoyed. He replaced the tight, wet friction against Papyrus’s cock and pulled in slow, languid motions.

Papyrus whimpered, legs squeezing together as best as they could in their confines. It felt really good, and he would have flushed a shade deeper at Boss doing it while rubbing his forearm if that was possible. 

“There, there, this will not be a common occurrence,” he said gently. Papyrus’s breath hitched at the tone, looking over at the man who spoke. “You have been very good for us, so we will be good to you.”

Papyrus had nothing to say in response, his body tensing and twitching as he got close again. He desperately looked at Boss as he neared his finish.

“Don’t- don’t do it a-ah-again,” he whined.

“I won’t. I can feel you pushing into the grip as much as you are able; I know you want to finish.”

He didn’t, he didn’t, he told himself that over and over even as he moaned and writhed in pleasure. 

“Yer gonna spoil ‘im,” Edge complained, but he didn’t sound upset. “I mean, I get it, he’s such a sweetie, but c’mon.”

“He is the best producer we’ve had,” Boss said as he ran a hand up and down Papyrus’s forearm, his motions up and down Papyrus’s length firm and growing faster. “Are you close?”

“Nnhyes, yes- don’t-”

“I’m not stopping,” Boss comforted. “Go ahead and cum, Papyrus, you deserve to feel good.”

He yelped and tensed, once more feeling his cock spasm and pulse into the sleeve. He whined, hating that Boss’s gentle hand on his arm made it more bearable. 

“There you go, what a good boy,” Boss said, letting him ‘drain’ and using both hands to gently massage his coccyx. It made the skeleton moan, voice wavering at the pleasure to his oversensitive body. But this wasn’t too much- it made his cock pulse a little harder. He only did it for a minute before letting Papyrus rest. 

“You really are a natural, sweetheart,” Edge said as he came up with the cloth and began cleaning him of his sweat. “Sorry I teased ya like that, I won’t do it again anytime soon.”

Papyrus didn’t reply. He was still coming down, looking at the man with teary eyes. He hated that their words made him feel even a little bit better- none of this was okay and nothing made it better! Just because they weren’t being as cruel as they possibly could be didn’t mean they weren’t still being unspeakably cruel.

“Tomorrow we are going to explore anal stimulation,” Boss said as he cleaned up. It was the routine, it seemed. “You are so exquisitely sensitive, it would be a shame to ruin that with repetitive sessions.”

“Wh-what’s that mean?” Papyrus muttered, fear driving him to speak. “The- anal thing, I mean…”

“It won’t hurt a bit, hun, don’t worry about that,” Edge cooed with a rub of Papyrus’s skull. “We’re just gonna see if you can conjure up an ass like you can a dick.”

“Yes, if it proves to be painful or impossible, we will simply continue as-is,” Boss said.

“Why?”

The tall human turned to look at Papyrus, pausing whatever activity he’d been up to at the table. 

“Why what?”

“Why do you care if it hurts me or not?” he muttered, wrists mindlessly tugging against his restraints. “I don’t want to do any of this, what does it matter?”

Boss gave him a look with an eyebrow raised. He sat down a pencil and notepad and walked back to Papyrus, who whimpered and lowered his head.

“I do not want to hurt you any more than I have to,” the human said simply. “The mental pain is unavoidable unless we were to keep you in an incredibly dangerous range of inebriation, so this is the best solution.”

“The best solution is letting me go!” Papyrus shouted, angry. He hated that his movements made his cock move ever-so-slightly in the sleeve and caused him to wince in pleasure. 

“For you, yes.” Boss sighed, hands clasped behind his back. “But that is not an option. You are here, and you will remain here for no more than four months, and in that time we will avoid causing you physical pain. You will produce magic ejaculate for us, and we will continue to stimulate you to orgasm.”

“You’re not being any less evil doing it th-this way,” Papyrus argued. 

“Of course not,” Boss agreed with a wave of his hands. “I’m well aware that our actions are heinous and unforgivable. You may be experiencing physical pleasure, but you do not want this to happen. You do not deserve this.”

Papyrus’s confusion must have shown on his face, because Edge finally came up and stood beside the other human.

“Money makes the world go round, sweetheart, but we don’t want you to suffer for no  reason. It ain’t some big moral statement. We need cash, and you’re makin’ us a ton of it.” He shrugged. “What’s the point in bein’ more cruel than we gotta be?”

Papyrus hid his skull in his arms as much as he could. He didn’t understand, and he was very confused, but if he was honest with himself… he was glad they weren’t hurting him.

“Let’s get you settled for the night,” Boss said. He put a steadying hand on Papyrus’s ribcage as he took hold of the sleeve. 

“Deep breath,” he instructed. What was the point in not doing it? He sucked in a breath and it came out as a broken moan as his cock was pulled out of the tightness, body twitching up against Boss’s hand. He gave him a soothing rub, which didn’t help ease the shame.

He was taken from the saddle and to the mat. Edge had left the room but came back with a thermos and a spoon, taking a seat right beside Papyrus, who was sitting upright with his cock laying on the fabric. He stared at it and sniffled.

Edge fed him some soup that tasted really good. He was gentle and wiped up any drips that happened despite his best efforts, apologizing genuinely and praising him when his penis finally disappeared, saying he did it faster than last time. 

Papyrus didn’t understand at all.

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The next day, Papyrus was actually awake when the door clicked and swung open. He was groggy and tired, but he was awake. He heaved himself up into a sitting position, body so weak from the constant drain of his magic and the drugs, and watched Edge wheel the damned saddle in behind Boss.

“Good morning, Papyrus,” the taller greeted as he sat a bag down on the small table and began to rifle through it.

“You lookin’ forward to some ass play?” Edge teased with his usual wolfish grin.

Papyrus looked aside. Obviously not. 

Edge was in front of him as he turned back, and he flinched as his hands grabbed him under his shoulders and lifted him easily.

“S-stop that! Let me go!” Papyrus demanded, but he was losing his fight each time this happened. He squirmed, but Edge just chuckled and kept a firm hold.

He was sat on the saddle, the fear making him kick harder and land a somewhat solid blow to Edge’s thigh. The man huffed and Boss appeared on his other side to quickly strap his legs into place and render him helpless once more. He felt a poke at his shoulder and knew he was about to feel far hazier than before.

He started crying on cue, wrists jerking in protest. 

"C'mon now, sweetheart, you know it ain't gettin' you anywhere," Edge grumbled, rubbing his thigh. "Damn, didn't think you were that strong, though- might fuckin' bruise."

"It is what you deserve for teasing him so much," Boss dismissed, petting down Papyrus's spine and making the skeleton sob and shiver. Something soft was pushed under his pelvis and he strained to look back and see the pillow. The fear must have shown on his face, because Boss shushed him.

"It's a cushion, that's all," he said. The genuine comfort in his voice was mocking and made Papyrus feel bad. Just bad- he didn't feel anything else about it.

He sniffled and pulled his body up as much as he could by his arms, letting Boss slide it under him. Positioned as he was, his back was arched and his tailbone easily accessed, the spot where his cock would form still perfectly in place.

"Good boy, thank you for cooperating," Boss praised with another stroke, this time down the back of his coccyx with a gentle touch. Papyrus's breath hitched and the tears formed anew.

Edge leaned back against the wall, watching in interest. "Holler if you need me, Boss, I'm feelin' lazy."

"As you typically are," the taller human reprimanded. Edge chuckled and shrugged, watching as Papyrus turned his face away as Boss's soft touches continued, around his sacrum and all over his tailbone.

"Wh-what are you doing?" the skeleton asked. "You said last night..."

"Ah, yes, I am glad you remember," Boss commented, a firmer stroke along Papyrus's coccyx making him shudder. "I assume you have never attempted to form an entrance, given your lack of sexual experience?"

"No..." Papyrus swallowed, looking back at the human. Boss raised his eyes, and their gazes met as he brought his second hand up to run back and forth over Papyrus's ischium. He whimpered and looked away again, hips twitching.

"We're lookin' for an asshole, hun," Edge said, tired of standing and sliding down to sit on the floor. "And that lovely cock of yours, obviously."

Papyrus hated how they spoke about it and he would never become accustomed to it. He let out a breath that turned harsh as Boss ran two fingers along the underside of his sacrum and his thumb on the other.

"I-I don't know how..." he tried. "Please, can't we stop...?"

"I believe in you," Boss replied, dismissing the comment. "I have no doubt you're capable of it."

"Feels real good when he touches inside your pelvis, right?" Edge commented. "Focus on that- not on your dick. Ass's get stuff put in 'em, so just think about how good it feels when Boss fingers your bones."

"Yes, I know this feels good, I can feel your body heating up," Boss said in the nonchalant way he said things.

Papyrus whined. He was fighting his body's urge to manifest magic, but... he thought back to Boss's words, about how denying himself just looked like him prolonging the experience.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Papyrus," Boss consoled, letting up one of his hand's assault to rub his skull again. "Go ahead."

Papyrus squirmed, some part of him wanting to keep fighting, but... what was the point? He let his magic relax and moaned roughly as his dick found its place in the saddle, and... something else formed with it.

"Perfect. I knew you could do it, wonderful job," Boss all but cooed. Papyrus was still scared, though, and strained to look back at whatever his magic had formed. He could clench it, but he’d never formed it before, so he was fearful of this new opportunity for pain. He pushed his legs together and then apart, trying to feel the way the magic sat over and inside of his bones. 

“Now, I will be as vigilant as possible, but I’m going to ask that you be honest with me about how this session feels,” Boss said, running a hand over the flesh of his ass. His brother conjured flesh like this frequently, but he’d never done so. “I suspect your composition will be hard to injure, but if you lie about what does and does not hurt, I cannot promise you’ll remain unharmed.”

Papyrus whimpered in fear. Was he being threatened? Even if his current situation was terrible, the thought of a new element of torment made him cry. 

Boss looked at him and frowned. Edge laughed from his seat.

“You fuckin’ scared him, Boss, don’t look so surprised. You can’t say shit like ‘I cannot promise you’ll remain unharmed’ and expect a guy not to shrivel up.”

“Ah. I apologize,” the human said, unphased. “I did not mean to sound intimidating, only realistic.” He held Papyrus’s cock and gently stroked it, surprising the skeleton and making him tense. “Anal stimulation has potential risks that our previous sessions did not have, namely the risk of tearing or discomfort if not properly stretched,” he continued, his motions gentle along the monster’s shaft.

“That’s a bit better,” Edge said with a chuckle. “He wants you to be honest, cause if you lie he’s not gonna know for sure what hurts and what doesn’t. Gotta give us a baseline, sweetheart, so don’t fib.”

The stimulation slowed and then halted, but Papyrus was adequately turned on. His skull was flushed and he squirmed as Boss’s hand began exploring the blue magic he’d formed at his rear. He parted the cheeks and rubbed along- oh. Papyrus’s breath caught as Boss’s did so on his entrance. That was new, and different, but… not unwelcome.

“Edge, please-”

“Already covered,” the man said, not getting up from his position but producing a small bottle from his hoodie pocket. He tossed it to Boss, who caught it in one hand with ease.

Papyrus found himself struggling to see and make sense of what was happening, so the tall human held it up in front of him.

“This is lubricant,” he explained. “It eases the process and will not hurt at all.”

“It just feels cold at first,” Edge added. “Goopy gel, essentially.”

Papyrus swallowed but had no words of protest he hadn’t already tried. Still, as Boss opened the cap and squirted some of it onto his gloved finger, Papyrus tugged at his restraints. 

As promised, it was cold. Boss went right to the entrance, using his other hand to hold Papyrus’s femur and help him stay spread. Papyrus wriggled as his finger, quickly warmed, trailed around the edge of his new entrance. 

It pressed in without issue, the lubricant doing its job and making it very easy. The skeleton’s face twisted a little bit, not in pain, just in… something. He felt Boss move in, slowly and carefully, and the feeling of something being inside of him in such a way was strange.

It also made his cock give an interested twitch. 

“Does this hurt?” Boss asked. 

“...no?” Papyrus’s voice wavered. 

“You sound unsure.”

“It… it just feels… weird.”

“That is not an uncommon first impression,” Boss replied, his finger as deep as it could be and moving slowly in and out. “I’m going to insert another digit, try to relax.”

It was very hard to resist when Papyrus knew it would just make him hurt- it didn’t stop the dissonance in his brain, though, at doing as he was told by these monsters.

The second finger introduced some stretch, but it was only minorly uncomfortable for a minute before Boss’s gentle movements and the generous amount of lube eased him open. Papyrus’s breath came out hot, his sockets closed since he couldn’t look. It was not the same sensation as the one around his cock, but it was certainly pleasurable. 

“Oh, I think this was a success,” Edge commented with a laugh in his voice. “You’ve got him dribblin’ on the floor, Boss.”

Papyrus whimpered at the words but couldn’t deny that he felt very good. Boss’s warm, solid body was pressed against his so he could reach his arm back and play with the skeleton’s asshole, and he leaned into it. A sharper thrust of the fingers made Papyrus move back onto them as much as he could, length pulsing in need. 

“It would be wise to sleeve him, then,” Boss said, but he was concentrated on his movements. 

Papyrus took a breath to protest, but it shook as the fingers pressed in and brushed up against a spot inside of him that made his body jolt. He flinched but whined.

“W-Wait, b- both?” he asked, uncertain. 

“The sleeve will remain still, but we need to collect,” Boss answered him. He rubbed Papyrus’s skull. “If it is too much, we will reevaluate.”

The fingers paused as Edge came up with the dreaded device in hand. He patted Papyrus’s forearm as he bent down and got into position.

“Alright, hun, just gonna slip this over ya. Givin’ him a break, Boss?”

“Yes, go ahead.” He patted Papyrus’s head. “Relax, deep breath in…”

Papyrus did, and it came out sharply at the feel of his sleeve surrounding him. It was clipped to the base immediately and did not move again.

Boss’s movements continued, and Papyrus soon discovered that his movements back into the penetration lead to him lightly thrusting into the sleeve. He wasn’t able to move freely, but even his limited freedom made the sensation far too much.

“Hh- nghh, ah-” Papyrus yelped as a thrust of the fingers went over that damned spot and the slight movement of the sleeve made his body twitch. He moaned and pressed his forehead to the saddle, crying out with each movement.

It was too much, and it was amazing, and Papyrus had never felt so good in his life. He cried, because he didn’t want to be here and he hated knowing the two humans were watching him and yet he was rocking himself along with the movements as Boss found the spot with every push and pull.

“Are you close?” Boss asked. 

Papyrus whimpered and nodded- he didn’t want to open his mouth and let more of the horrible noises out. 

“Mm,” Boss hummed. “You are so exquisitely sensitive, Papyrus, I doubt most would find themselves so far along in these circumstances.”

“Yer doin’ fantastic, is what he’s sayin,” Edge said. He’d remained standing and was rubbing Papyrus’s arm soothingly. “Don’t this feel good?”

Papyrus could do little more than whimper, his higher senses fading as he got close. But Boss’s movements were still so drawn out and soft- it was more prolonged than before, and it left him a twitching, sweaty mess. 

He jerked into the sleeve, the newest dose of drugs and the feeling of all of this happening at once too much to withstand. He gritted his teeth, panting roughly. He was close- he was close- but he wasn’t quite there, and he couldn’t do anything about it. 

It continued for a few minutes before he broke. His length jerked into the sleeve but he couldn’t move it enough to cum- and Boss didn’t speed up his motions- Papyrus was crying profusely, his body feeling so good but so unsatisfied and frustrated and needing more-

“Please-” he choked as he sobbed. “I can’t- please-”

“Hm?” Boss questioned, stopping his motions and making Papyrus shake his head. 

“I’m- it’s n- nggh-” the movement returned and he groaned. “It’s n-not- not… enough…” he cried. He was pathetic, and weak, and he hated that he was ready to throw in the towel this soon after his capture. He shut his eyes tight and tried to thrust into the sleeve, but it was pointless.

“Ah, I see,” Boss comforted. “I was trying to remain steady.”

He went faster, fingers crooked a little more and pressing over that spot a little harder. Papyrus’s breath rattled as he drew himself up by his shoulders, hips moving back and forth with the motions, he was close- oh- 

“Ngh!” he yelped, locking up and feeling himself twitch hard into the sleeve. He kept moving, Boss’s fingers slowing but not stopping, whining as he spurted into the thing wrapped around him and clenching down on the digits inside- that just made him moan harder.

Boss withdrew with a mortifying wet noise, and Papyrus felt empty. His length pulsed a few more times.

They praised him, and cleaned him, and then let him drain.

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A week went by in dreadful monotony. They didn't try to keep the time from him- just another thing they could do to make his stay worse, but chose not to. Papyrus was slowly losing his will to question it.

As the time went by, one session a day increased to two, he became growingly numb to the humiliation of what was happening and was left feeling something new: loneliness.

Edge and Boss never lingered beyond feeding him, so for what had to be over 22 hours of the day, Papyrus was alone. At first he'd slept, due to the drugs, but as the sap of his magic made him naturally weak and they weaned him from whatever substance they'd been jabbing into him, he was left with nothing and nobody.

If he should have felt bad for caving in just seven days, he was too desperate to care.

He sniffled, cock twitching in the aftershocks of orgasm, clipped into his sleeve and crying. Papyrus shuddered as gentle hands washed his body. He knew they weren't going to hurt him, so he relaxed and tried to savor this small thing. Monsters were even more aware of being alone than humans, and Papyrus was more needy than most in regard to contact.

"I'm removing the grip now," Boss said softly, coming up beside Edge and taking hold of the device. He'd been out of the room for a moment, but now Papyrus could rest his head on a shoulder and watch him.

His breath hitched as it was removed, the motion familiar enough for him to expect it and prepare for the shock of pleasure to his sensitive length. Boss took him in critically before his eyes narrowed..

"Hm. Edge, how long from first arousal to finish was this session?" he asked.

"Just about fifteen minutes, Boss," Edge replied, using a towel to dry Papyrus's bones now that he'd been washed. A soft hand came up and rested on his forearm, running back and forth soothingly.

"I see. The first was only ten, correct?"

"Yup, you got it," Edge confirmed. He began to dry Papyrus's other side, but with Boss standing there, the man simply pressed himself close and reached over. Shamefully, the skeleton leaned into the touch. "Why, you think he needs a break?"

"Perhaps."

"B-break?" Papyrus asked nervously.

"A break from stimulation," Boss elaborated, rubbing the skeleton's skull. "With two sessions a day, it is inevitable that you'll become desensitized to the sexual contact. When this happens, we let the producers rest for two to three days to regain some of that sensitivity and prevent longer and longer sessions."

"We'll still come in to give you a bite to eat and all that, but you wouldn't have to cum for a while," Edge soothed.

Papyrus said nothing, turning his skull to face forward so he couldn't see either of them except out of peripherals. A few days of reprieve from their relentless touch would be wonderful, but...

"I was expecting you to jump at this opportunity, but you seem unhappy," Boss observed. Papyrus blinked away a tear and turned to look at the human, who stepped forward to be impossible to ignore. "If we continue the sessions unaltered-"

"No, no I- I don't want to do that," Papyrus whined. "I want a break, I- I just..." he trailed off, sockets falling to Boss's boots. His magic faded and he felt his length disappear, but he was too uneasy to be relieved as he often was.

"Hey, sweetheart, you can always ask us for somethin' if you want," Edge said gently, finishing his job but remaining against Papyrus's side. "Worst we'll do is tell you no."

"Yes, Edge is correct," Boss agreed. "As previously said, we will do our best to accommodate you so long as it doesn't interfere with our work."

Papyrus closed his eyes, warring thoughts making him hesitate. He wanted to ask- he felt like asking was wrong. He felt like he was admitting defeat- he felt like he was being complicit in his violation.

What difference did it make?

"I don't w-want to be alone," Papyrus finally squeaked out, sockets shut so hard it hurt a little. He waited for them to belittle him, mock him, deny him-

"That can be easily arranged," Boss said without pause. "We are aware of a monster's greater need for companionship and prepare accordingly."

Papyrus raised his head sharply to look at Boss in shock, but the man was already unhooking him from the saddle while Edge supported his weight and scooped him up once he was free.

"Heh, don't look so surprised, hun," the shorter man said with a smile. "Boss might have other stuff to do, but this is my full-time gig."

"I... I don't want you to- to touch me-" Papyrus began, curling feebly into the strong arms as he was carried the short distance to his familiar cushion.

"It's a break, Papyrus, that would kinda ruin the whole point," Edge said as he rolled his eyes. "I won't touch you any type of way you don't want me to."

"If he does, tell me," Boss commanded. He walked over with them and crossed his arms, staring down at his colleague. Papyrus was deposited before Edge heaved himself back to his feet and held up his hands.

"Hey, don't give me that! I only do it during sessions, I ain't never messed around outside of those."

"And I'm to believe the man who I've caught ejaculating in the supply closet to keep his sexual desires at bay?" Boss asked, scoffing. "I trust that you won't, because you'll be fired if you do."

"What!" Edge exclaimed, but then he was grinning. "C'mon, you're tellin' me to keep it in my pants? If darlin' Pap here asked you for my head on a platter, you'd get a knife and start choppin’."

Papyrus flushed, looking away. Boss liked him?

"I would consider it. He performs his job far better than you perform yours."

"Ugh, you're heartless," Edge groaned. Papyrus looked up at the two men, standing close and clearly very comfortable with one another. He wanted to be disgusted by their words, but he felt... good. It felt good to have people around but not forcing him to orgasm.

"Yes, well," Boss said, dismissing Edge's comment and turning to the captive monster. "There is only one thing I ask that you refrain from doing, should you request Edge to stay with you overnight."

"What...?" Papyrus asked, nerves lighting up again until-

"Do not attempt to kill him." Papyrus balked at that, but Boss continued: "you will not be able to escape should you succeed, and while I do joke of his demise, if it came to pass in such a way, I assume you understand that there would be dire consequences."

"I'm- I wouldn't try to-!" Papyrus exclaimed, then shook his head. "I would never resort to killing somebody," he huffed. "I'm not like you."

"Ouch," Edge remarked, but his shrug gave away his indifference. "Just kidding, you've got every right to say it. And Boss has a point, if I'm horizontal for more than a few minutes I'll definitely fall asleep. I don't have it in me to care all that much about you tryin' to strangle me, so I'm just gonna trust that you won't."

Boss watched Papyrus with an appraising gaze. The skeleton shrank away from it, but then Boss stood tall and nodded at him.

"I thank you for your kindness," he said. "Edge will remain here tonight, then, but do not hesitate to request his leave. His job is to keep you comfortable, and in that way, he is at your command." Boss gazed off at nothing in particular. "I understand that this is a small luxury, but I suggest you take advantage of it. You are not morally corrupt for accepting the mercies that are offered to you."

Papyrus stared at the human in confusion and, in a twisted sort of way, awe. Boss clasped his hands behind his back and gave Papyrus his full attention.

"Of the dozen producers we have had prior to you, Papyrus, not one of them made me waver in my decisions." The human's eyes were piercing, like they could stare straight through the monster's core. There wasn't a doubt in Papyrus's mind that within Boss resided a soul as red as blood.

"You are different."

And, without another word, Boss departed. Papyrus stared after him, some sort of dark turmoil brewing inside, but it was put to rest as Edge sighed and looked down at the skeleton with a deep sigh.

"He's kinda a freak, huh?" he teased, standing close. "Seriously, who the hell talks like that?"

"What did he mean?" Papyrus asked, finally tearing his gaze from the door and to the human beside him.

"Eh, who knows." Edge stretched his arms over his head. "Maybe he's thinkin' about lettin' you go sooner than we usually do? Take that guess with a grain of salt, though, he's as cryptic as they come."

Papyrus looked down and thought about that. He hoped it was true, but he wasn't going to bank any emotions on hoping like that. Instead of trying to decipher Boss's words and demeanor, he looked at the human beside him.

Edge stood, picking at his teeth. Papyrus shouldn't want him here, he shouldn't be yearning for the presence of somebody who'd done what he'd done, and he definitely shouldn't want to talk to him.

He would give himself two of three.

"I'm feeling tired, uhm..." Papyrus ventured, using a padded hand to rub at his arm. The thick restraints around his appendages were a little annoying, but it was far better than being tied or cuffed.

"Oh, sure," Edge said. "You want me to stay witcha while ya nap?"

Papyrus didn't try to speak, tears returning as he nodded. The wetness made Edge's eyes soften.

"Alright, hun, you wait right here."

He hurried out the room. Papyrus was left to his thoughts for only a minute, sitting cross-legged and feeling hazy from fatigue, before he returned.

Papyrus's eyes went wide and hope blossomed in his chest. He had bedding tucked under his arm and pillows in the other. The naked skeleton hadn't even gotten a blanket.

"One good thing about me keeping you company." Edge laid the pillows down on one end of the cushion, which was perhaps the size and a half of a twin mattress. Papyrus looked at them as the man walked over to the wall.

The lights dimmed, as they always did, and Edge smiled as he flopped down onto the bed, patting the pillow that he wasn't using and smirking.

"I got it for you, bud," he said. That was all Papyrus needed to hear.

He laid down, very little space between he and Edge, and then the human covered him with the other blanket. He sniffled, palpable joy going through him at being so warm and surrounded. He’d never thought he’d miss blankets- that it was even possible to be so happy because of something so miniscule.

A hand was laid on his head, giving him a quick pat before retreating. Papyrus didn't open his eyes to look at the human, just listened as he breathed and eventually spoke.

"Welp, I'm all tuckered out and you look snug as a bug in a rug," Edge rumbled, voice low. Soothing. It shouldn't have been, but it was. "Sorry if I snore, just roll me off the bed if I wake ya up."

"It's okay," Papyrus mumbled, but he didn't want to see Edge. It wasn't okay, nothing was supposed to be okay. He wasn't supposed to want this.

"Yer sweet- maybe the sweetest lil pea in the pod. Sleep tight."

Edge's snoring began only minutes later, and it shamefully helped Papyrus drift to his own unconsciousness.

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Edge spent a lot of time with Papyrus over his three day break. As much as he hated it, it felt nice to have him there.

When the time came to again be violated, Boss entered without bringing the saddle.

"I'd like to talk to you this morning, Papyrus," the man said as he stood in the middle of the room, looking down at the monster half-huddled under a blanket. He hoped they'd let him keep the blanket.

"About what?" he asked, the casual depravity having become familiar.

"The only reason we put you into the saddle for every session is to ensure you do not get hurt or somehow lose us your product." Boss explained it as Edge stood from the mat, stretching his arms above his head. "If you make an effort to cooperate and wish to avoid being restrained so thoroughly, we can forego it's use."

Papyrus opened his mouth and then closed it, looking away. He furrowed his brow. Of course he didn't like being strapped into the thing every time, but would it be better to do it without being restrained?

... Yes, probably.

"You can just sit inna chair," Edge provided. "We still like ya to drain at an angle, but that ain't too bad."

The return of his activity should have made him more upset than it did, but he knew it would resume the entire time it wasn't happening, so... it was hard to be surprised.

"I would like that," he said finally. The reality of his situation was becoming clearer and easier to grasp, and if he didn't do this, they would just put him in the saddle whether he wanted to be in it or not. Sitting in a chair seemed like a better option than being so completely helpless.

Edge smiled at him and went to get the chair while Boss nodded.

The seat seemed comfortable, at least. It wasn't the same chair he'd woken up in, but one with a plush seat and curved cushion- the front had a divet, he guessed to angle the sleeve down and drain. Boss helped him stand up, something he couldn't do on his own anymore, and with shaking legs Papyrus stepped over and sat.

He shifted his feet on the smooth floor, now facing the issue of having no clue what to do with his free appendages. Glancing up at his captors gave him no indication.

A hand weaved around from the back and gently stroked his lowest rib. He jerked and almost tried to get away, but he stopped the instinctual reaction and leaned into the back of the chair and closed his sockets.

"That's real good, sweetheart," Edge said soothingly to his choice, fingers moving back and forth. "We'll be gentle with ya this time, since yer gonna have a bit a sensitivity back."

"I will retrieve the sleeve," Boss announced, and Papyrus opened his eyes long enough to see him walk away.

Edge used one hand to toy with that rib while the other came up and began stroking his spine with practiced, perfect pressure and speed.

The first stir of his sexual magic made Papyrus reach up and put a hand on Edge's in some form of resistance.

The man stopped his movements, and Papyrus didn't push his hand away. He wanted this to stop, but it felt so good.

"C'mon now, hun, it'll be okay," Edge cooed, very slowly moving the hand under the leather of Papyrus's glove restraint. "I won't hurtcha."

Papyrus sniffled, ashamed to be crying, and took his hand away to hold either side of the chair.

"Good, that's good- you tell me if I get goin too fast, alright? I'll slow down."

The hands went back to their work and Papyrus's magic got ready to manifest. It didn't take much, but it hadn't stirred in a few days, so it was a little hesitant.

When Boss returned, sleeve in hand and locking eyes with the monster, Papyrus whimpered.

With a few more strokes and tugs of his bones, his cock formed. He gasped and moved his hands to cover himself, shutting his eyes and shaking fiercely.

This felt so wrong. Being free like this while they did it made fear and anxiety grip his soul, and he knew he should try and fight them. He knew, but he was so tired, and what was the point?

"Papyrus, it is alright," Boss said. Papyrus cracked a socket to see him knelt down before him. "You seem scared, but there is no reason to be. This is just like the saddle, only more comfortable."

The man gently took Papyrus's wrists in his hands, catching the skeleton's eye as he did so and slowly pulling them away.

"It is alright."

His voice was low, and probably as comforting as he could make it, and Papyrus allowed the man to move his hands out of the way. He gripped the edge of the seat as one of those same hands gently took his dick into its hold, moving along the base.

The break really had made him sensitive. It wasn't long before he was moaning and a bit of precum had accumulated at the tip, which Boss wiped away with his thumb before withdrawing.

"You do not seem comfortable holding the chair as you are," Boss observed, a hand on Papyrus's knee. "If I stand, it would give you something solid to hold and obscure your view of the collection. Would that be preferable?"

Papyrus nodded. Boss hummed and patted his knee, getting back to his feet and standing right in front of the skeleton.

Said skeleton shakily put his arms around Boss's midsection, skull pressed into the fabric of his button-down shirt. He smelled nice.

"Works for me," Edge said. "Just arch yer back a little and sit forward, okay?"

Papyrus did it. Boss gave him something to use as leverage, and the curve in the chair cushion allowed his cock to hang freely as he did so.

"You ready for the sleeve?" Edge asked as he reached around and began stroking Papyrus's length in Boss's absence.

"Y-Yes," Papyrus cried, holding the human in front of him so tightly that he shook.

"You are wonderful, Papyrus," Boss said, his voice rumbling through his body.

In the next moment, the fleshlight slipped over him and made him tighten his grip like it would hide his moans.

It felt amazing. Papyrus's sobs turned into whines of pleasure as Edge slowly stroked him, his free hand holding the skeleton's pelvis in place. He gasped into Boss's stomach as the pace increased, legs twitching as he squirmed.

"Good job, sweetheart, you close?" Edge asked gently from behind him. "You sound like it."

Papyrus nodded into the man before him as his hips jerked.

Boss's hands came up and rested on his head and the back of his ribs, holding him in a crude and unequal embrace.

It wasn't much longer until Papyrus, unable to control his reactions, arched into the sleeve and scrambled for purchase on the smooth floor, hands moving on Boss's back as he came hard into the sleeve. Edge kept it close against him and slowed the pace down to a crawl until Papyrus was whimpering, out of it but trying to convey that he was done.

"Incredible, Papyrus, very well done," Boss praised as he petted the monster's skull. "Please stay still a minute longer while you drain."

Papyrus, spent, relaxed back into the seat as much as he could. Edge kept him hilted in the fleshlight, but Papyrus was seeing too many stars to think about fighting his hold.

"Okay, sleeve's coming off," Edge informed as Papyrus's breath caught up to him. He inhaled deeply and whined as his length was finally freed, but he didn't pull away from Boss. Just sat normally and held on tight while he sobbed.

"There, there," Boss consoled. "What is wrong? You are not usually this upset after a session."

"I-I don't know," Papyrus cried pathetically. "I don't know i-if this is better."

"Ah. Are you perhaps feeling overwhelmed at this new collection method?"

He nodded.

"I understand. You have until tonight to consider your options, Papyrus, so please do. If you think of a position that fits our criteria, we are happy to indulge you."

As his magic disappeared, Papyrus finally pulled away from Boss as Edge, having left and came back already, began wiping his bones.

They cleaned him up and left, after Papyrus said he'd like to be alone. They took the chair with them but, in a show of mercy, left him the pillow and blanket.

He laid on his mat and cried.

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The second collection of the day came with the opening of the door. Papyrus had been sleeping fitfully but woke to the sound of footsteps.

"Good evening, Papyrus," Boss greeted, giving him a once-over as he sat up on the mat, still under his blanket. "Have you thought about your position for collection?"

"A little," he relented, looking away.

"And what are your thoughts on the matter?" the human pressed, Edge coming over and sitting down on the cushion as they spoke.

"Yeah, sweetheart, we're all ears."

Papyrus flushed and stared down at his blanket. "What if..." He shouldn't say anything, shouldn't tell them how to violate him. "What if I just stayed on my knees and... held your shoulders?" he asked, looking up at Boss's face to gauge his reaction.

The human hummed for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, we can try that. Though putting your arms around my neck or looped under my arms would be a better solution, as you may have trouble gripping my shoulders with the cuffs on."

"But'cha can't choke him even if you wanna," Edge added, grinning. "I know he looks like some kinda beanpole, but he's pretty tough."

"Papyrus would not do that," Boss said, waving away the concern. "Even if he did, I assume you would stop him."

"Huh... maybe, I guess. If ya ask nicely," Edge teased.

Boss rolled his eyes and went to retrieve the sleeve as Edge laughed and gently pulled Papyrus's blanket away.

"Show me whatcha were thinkin' about," Edge said, beckoning to the mat. "I'll be behind ya, Boss in front, so go ahead."

Papyrus didn't want to, and it still felt very wrong, but he swallowed and shifted, nervously sitting back on his knees. Edge nodded and moved behind him, and the skeleton shivered as the human sat, legs crossed, and hoisted the skeleton up by his pelvis to rest a little on top of him.

"Lean back into me, hun, it'll keep us both from gettin' sore," he said, and as Boss returned, Papyrus shifted his position to put his legs on either side of Edge's and his pelvis resting in the man's lap. Though vulnerable, it was more comfortable.

Boss handed off the sleeve and got to his own knees in front of Papyrus. Resting and legs spread, the human was at a good height to hold around the middle, the shoulders being a bit too high.

"Though intimate, I can see why this position would be preferable," Boss commented, voice vibrating through Papyrus as Edge started running his hands along the pubis and ischium.

Papyrus shut his sockets and held onto Boss, glad to have something to anchor himself to as one hand found his spine and began tracing the vertebrae.

The lucrative cock formed faster than usual, and Papyrus only whimpered a bit as Edge took it in his hand and stroked him.

"Good job, sweetheart, yer gettin' better at this." A firm rub over the head made Papyrus jerk. "I'm impressed."

Hot breaths were puffed into Boss's chest as Papyrus squirmed. He was ashamed of how fast they were able to work him up, and how unwilling he was to fight them and make the experience more painful than it needed to be. He hated that their depraved compliments made him warm faster.

“Gonna sleeve ya, hun,” Edge warned gently. Papyrus whimpered as he did as promised, the warm, slick walls of the fleshlight gripping him in tight pleasure. Unable to completely relax as he was stimulated, he raised up on his knees and grabbed in futility at Boss’s back, not quite managing to find purchase with the thick leather around his hands. 

“Very good, Papyrus,” Boss praised, holding the skeleton in a tight embrace. “Does this feel pleasurable?”

He didn’t want to answer that, but a few harder jerks along his length made him moan and nod. 

“I don’t think ya have to ask him, just listen,” Edge said, one hand moving the sleeve in a steadily increasing rhythm as the other pawed at his pelvis. 

Papyrus’s knees shook and he pressed back down into Edge’s lap, only to whine in confusion at the heat and firmness below him. He looked back at Edge in fear. They hadn’t said anything about a new technique, and the man at his rear promised not to tease him. 

To make matters more concerning, Edge actually blushed as Papyrus caught his eye and momentarily stopped his pelvic explorations to rub the back of his head.

“Heh, sorry, hun… you’re really good at this,” he mumbled, but his movement didn’t slow around Papyrus’s sensitive cock. “Don’t mind me.”

“Edge, are you aroused?” Boss accused, holding Papyrus’s head and turning it to press into his chest again. “That is not professional.”

Papyrus was surprised by that, for some reason, and also relieved that it wasn't something to be afraid of... he hoped.

“Okay, well, not all of us are sexless weirdos like you!” the flustered man defended himself. “I can’t have a hot monster guy squirmin’ in my lap and not eventually get hard!”

“Wh-what?” Papyrus asked, attempting to turn again, but Boss stopped him and pet the back of his head. He could still feel the firm warmth in Edge pants- oh. He understood. Papyrus’s skull warmed.

“Pay him absolutely no mind,” Boss commanded. “He is forbidden from sexual contact with our producers, so leave him to his arousal.”

“If it makes ya feel good, though, you’re makin’ me really hard,” Edge said with a bit more gravel in his voice, holding Papyrus’s hips down against him and making his own cock difficult to ignore. He jerked Papyrus off harder. “I’m not gonna do nothin’ but, y’know… you’re really fuckin’ hot.”

“Enough, you degenerate,” Boss scolded. “If I see even a centimeter of your worthless penis I’ll have you killed.”

“No you won’t, you’ll just yell at me,” Edge said with a chuckle. “Bet you’d even give me a hand if I asked reaaaaal nice.”

“I would not do that under any circumstances,” Boss replied. Papyrus gripped him tighter, body twitching as he got close. Edge thought he was… attractive? The news should have made him sick, but…

“Well that one time-”

“Not another word,” Boss ordered, “Papyrus is close.”

“Heh, okay.”

Without the saddle and the anxiety of thinking, Papyrus really was close. This was so much better than the other times he’d been milked, with two souls very close to his own and warm, solid bodies on either side of him. As he moaned and lost himself to the approaching orgasm, he didn’t feel hollow like he often did. There was the typical mental war with himself as he realized he trusted these humans to not hurt him. He didn’t trust them in practically any other capacity, but he knew they weren’t going to hurt him.

“That’s it, hun, you’re such a good boy,” Edge purred, holding Papyrus’s pubic symphysis between thumb and forefinger and rubbing firmly. “Gonna cum?”

“Y-Yes,” he cried, hips jerking subconsciously. Boss reached a hand lower and ran it up and down the back of his spine.

Papyrus yelped and tensed, rising up and clinging to the man before him desperately as he came. Edge kept him still and slowed his movements, letting Papyrus whimper his way through a divine orgasm that left him twitching and panting, still squirming in Edge’s hold.

“I can tell that was very good for you,” Boss commented as he pet Papyrus languidly, comfortingly. “You did well.”

“You did amazing ,” Edge corrected, still holding the fleshlight tight to Papyrus’s pelvis and moving just a little now and then to make the skeleton gasp and jerk. 

Once they’d made sure he’d released all he had, Boss stood with the fleshlight in hand.

“Edge, go take care of yourself. You are a despicable creature.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he replied at once. Papyrus, breathing hard and recovering, blinked at the obvious tent in his pants as the man left the room with a wave and a wink to the monster.

“Are you alright, Papyrus?” Boss asked as he produced a bottle of water and more soup for the skeleton to eat. “I apologize for my colleague’s behavior, though there is not much I can do to remedy it.”

“I-I’m fine,” he replied, then shook his head. Obviously he wasn’t fine, but they weren’t going to listen to him, so what was the point in begging and just making himself more upset? Papyrus swallowed. “What’s he doing?”
“He’s going off to masturbate and orgasm, I would assume,” Boss said casually, the nature of it making Papyrus blush as he opened his mouth to allow water to be poured in. “It’s normal for a display such as yours to cause arousal, and the proximity to you in today’s session made that very obvious.”

“Oh,” was all the skeleton had to say to that. Boss seemed content with that resolution, because he fed and cleaned Papyrus gently before leaving him to his own devices.

He fell asleep still feeling the hot bulge pressed against the back of his pelvis.

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"Does it work like mine?"

Edge paused his movements over Papyrus's bones. A couple of days had passed and the human had gotten hard during each session with their new position, but now he was just wiping the skeleton down with warm water.

"Does what work like yers?" he asked, running the cloth over Papyrus's ribs.

"When you're... aroused," Papyrus elaborated, sitting patiently on the tile floor so his cushion didn't get wet or dirty.

"Mm, pretty much," Edge answered, not deterred at all by the sexual question. He'd left right after collection and returned five minutes later to clean the skeleton. "Except human cocks don't just magically poof away."

"What happens to them?" Papyrus asked, feeling bold. He tried to keep in mind how terrible everything was, but it was getting harder to do that every moment of every day.

"When yer not turned on, they're like... flacid. Limp, kinda- they get hard cause blood flows into them when yer turned on and that does the trick." Edge toweled Papyrus off until he was facing the skeleton, a grin on his face. "I didn't think ya'd ask questions like this."

"Well it isn't like I have anything else to do..." Papyrus grumbled. He hated how familiar it was, every last bit of it. He hated that he wasn't scared of them.

"Well, whaddaya like to do?" Edge asked, eyes going up as Boss came in with food.

Papyrus crossed his arms, itching at his side and annoyed that the leather made it harder. "... Puzzles."

"What sort of puzzles?" Boss asked as he took a seat on the edge of the mat, setting his things aside for the moment. "I'm sure we could accommodate your interests."

The skeleton looked away. Why was he talking to his tormentors? He should hate them.

"Would you like to have the cuffs removed?"

Papyrus blinked up at Boss, caught off guard. The man had his hands folded in his lap and watched Papyrus in interest.

"You'd take them off?" he asked.

"They are a precautionary measure, but I don't believe you are in need of them. Good behavior deserves reward, after all, and your behavior is exemplary."

"Oooh, pulling out the big words to praise your favorite guy," Edge cooed, then snickered. "Yer spoilin' him!"

"Do you object to removing his restraints?" Boss asked, eyebrow raised at his colleague as Papyrus stared down at his bound hands.

"Nah, I agree, I just wanted to rib ya," Edge dismissed, then he softly elbowed Papyrus's side. "Eh, get it? That was a skeleton pun."

His soul stuttered to a halt at Edge's words. Tears clouded Papyrus’s vision at once, unable to keep the thoughts out of his mind. No, he couldn’t think about it, if he started thinking about Sans he’d-

"Woah, woah!" the man said at once, holding up his hands. "C'mon, hun, I didn't think it was that bad."

"I-" Papyrus broke off to sob. "I m-miss my brother," he whimpered, hugging himself so tight it hurt. He'd been pushing it out of his mind, trying to ignore the gaping hole in his chest, but he couldn't ignore it if Edge was going to say something just like Sans would say. Papyrus would give anything to hear one of his terrible jokes, to know Sans was okay, that everybody was okay.

"Aw, man..." Edge mumbled, inching closer to the bawling skeleton. "Sorry, didn't mean ta make ya cry..."

"Papyrus."

The serious tone made him hiccup and raise his skull again, finding Boss's icy eyes appraising him.

"I would like to propose a deal to you," he said, beckoning Papyrus to the seat beside him. "Will you hear me out?"

Through a sniffle, Papyrus nodded and slowly scooted to Boss's side. The shift in tone was enough to briefly pull him from his tears. The man put a hand on his shoulder. It distracted him from the abysmal thoughts of his brother, but that didn’t mean he was looking forward to it.

"In comparison to any other producer we've had, you ejaculate an exceptional amount of product," Boss began, making Papyrus flush with the horrible words. "In addition, two sessions a day provide roughly the same amount, whereas many would show a decrease in the second."

"What does that have to do with...?" Papyrus asked, swallowing nervously as Boss rubbed his bone. He was fairly used to Edge touching him like this, but Boss hardly lingered…

"I have told you that your stay would be four months in length," Boss said, "but I am willing to reduce that time if you are willing to cooperate and attempt three sessions daily."

"Reduce it? By how much?" Papyrus asked, a spark of hope in his soul.

"A month, give or take a handful of days if you are unable to produce quite as much as I hope. I suspect you will exceed my expectations as usual, though." Boss appraised Papyrus. "What are your thoughts?"

"I..." He looked over at Edge, who was watching in interest. He wanted to leave as soon as he could, but three times a day was a lot…

Then Papyrus thought about Sans, and how scared his brother must be in his absence, and he steeled himself.

"I'll try, if you really will let me go sooner," Papyrus hesitantly agreed. He rubbed his hands together through their restraints. "How do I know you aren't lying?"

"I assure you that I am not, and there is little I can give you beyond my word. Have I lied to you thus far?"

"No," Papyrus conceded.

"There are other benefits," Boss went on. "I am already willing to remove your restraints completely, which means you will be able to eat and drink on your own."

"Aw, but I like doin' it," Edge complained through a smile.

"I have no concern for what you do and do not like to do," Boss dismissed. "In any case, you will be required to spend more time with Papyrus to assure he is not overexerting himself."

Edge hummed in agreement. "And if I'm here supervisin' more, that means you can have some stuff to do."

Boss nodded. Both humans looked at Papyrus expectantly.

He was already being forced to cum twice a day against his will. Papyrus grit his teeth and sniffled, soul churning uncomfortably. What did it matter if it was two or three times? All that mattered was eventually getting out.

"Can I have clothes?" he asked softly, wiping away his tears.

"You may," Boss agreed.

"Okay. I-I'll do it, then," Papyrus said.

Boss nodded and produced a small key from his pocket while Edge grinned.

As his cuffs were undone, Papyrus flexed his hands and relished in feeling the air on the bones that had been confined for so long. He wiggled his toes once they'd been released.

"We'll begin tomorrow," Boss said. He gathered the food and water he'd brought in earlier and sat it before Papyrus, complete with a spoon for him to use. "Would you like Edge to remain here tonight?"

"Yes, please," he said, teary at finally being allowed to feed himself even if his hands shook from the effort. The drain on his magic was intense- even without his cuffs, there was no way he could escape on his own.

"Sounds good, sweetheart," Edge agreed, watching him fondly.

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Papyrus tried to find light in the darkness around him, but it was all-consuming. Through the murky air he walked, thoughts hazy and not quite there.

A room materialized around him, and he gasped. His bedroom! Well, his old bedroom- back in Snowdin. He'd been on the surface for a long time, but the house underground remained.

This wasn't his bedroom as it currently was, however. None of the things had been taken above ground. It was just like it'd been when he'd lived here, with just him and...

Sans. Papyrus made for the door, which dissipated as he approached. He strode through and looked down over the banister- no brother. He hummed and went to Sans's bedroom, instead.

This door had to be opened, and Papyrus cursed the inconsistency of a dream. He grabbed the knob- oh, he had his gloves on, how nice- and threw it open.

Relief and sadness washed through him as he found his brother. He didn't quite remember why, but it felt like he hadn't seen the skeleton in a long time.

Sans sat on the edge of his bed... holding a worn red scarf that Papyrus knew well. He was crying.

Papyrus jerked awake, tears quickly gathering and falling as he clung to the remnants of the dream. Sans- his brother- what did Sans think had happened to him? Did everybody think he was dead? Were they looking for him? Would Sans-

"Woah, hey- what's goin' on?"

Papyrus gasped and shied away from the gruff voice, scooting off of the mat and staring at the human who just blinked at him in sleepy confusion.

"Aw, what's up, hun?" Edge asked, fully sitting up and stretching his arms above his head to yawn. "Bad dream?"

"You-" Papyrus shuddered, a pathetic sob making its way out of him. "Please, you have to let my brother know I'm o-okay," he begged, crying. "He's never been alone, he- he must think I'm dust, or- or that I'm never coming back, and he'll- he doesn't have enough HOPE to-"

"Alright, okay, how about you try breathin' for a minute?" Edge shushed him, eyebrows knitting together in worry. "C'mere, hun, you're freakin' me out."

Papyrus gave in without much thought, crawling into Edge's arms and curling up there. The human was the cause of this whole mess- he and Boss- but they were just trying to make money... or something. It was still wrong, it was so wrong that Papyrus couldn't forgive them, but it was happening. Edge's hands were gentle as he stroked the back of Papyrus's ribs and skull.

"We can't tell anybody yer here, sweetheart," Edge said. His voice was almost as gentle as his hands. "Nobody's gonna give up on ya that quick."

"Please, just- just tell him I'm alive," Papyrus pleaded, holding the human tighter. "He's never had a lot of HOPE and I'm- I'm afraid he'll... that he won't..."

Edge sighed. He patted Papyrus's skull before pulling away to gauge the skeleton's expression.

He really did look worried. Papyrus couldn't make sense of he or Boss's behavior- it was like they cared about him, in some twisted way, even though they were also causing his pain.

"I'll have'ta talk ta Boss tomorrow, I can't promise that kinda thing on my own," he relented, huffing. "I can't say 'no' to that face'a yers..."

A bit of hope sparked in Papyrus's soul. He nodded at the human, who nodded back and gently laid the skeleton back down. Edge covered him with the blanket as he yawned again.

"It's three in the mornin', so you better get some rest. I better get some rest, too," he mumbled. laying down beside Papyrus and getting comfortable.

The fear-fueled adrenaline his dream has caused made Papyrus swallow before he attempted to sleep again. He grabbed the hem of the blanket and stared up at the ceiling.

"You wouldn't hurt him, would you?" Papyrus breathed.

"Who, your brother?" Edge asked, turning to face the skeleton and propping himself up on an elbow.

"Yes."

Edge laughed. "Nah, we don't like to get producers that are close to each other. Besides, if your bro went missing all of a sudden, you'd know what happened to him. We don't need a strong monster like you coming to take revenge on our sorry asses."

Papyrus let out a breath of relief. He'd really tried not to mention Sans at all, afraid it'd somehow condemn his brother to the same torment he was going through, but he believed Edge's words. For better or for worse.

The two went back to sleep.

Boss had agreed to think about relaying Papyrus's 'alive' status to Sans, but he'd been hesitant. Logically, Papyrus could understand the risk it posed to the two of them- emotionally, he didn't care. Sans was so frail, and even if his HOPE had been growing on the surface, it was still small. He really, really hoped that Boss would do it. In the meantime, all Papyrus had were the two humans, one of which was lying beside him.

Three collections later and Papyrus was once more resting with Edge, staring at the dark ceiling of the room they inhabited. He picked idly at the thread of the blanket, thinking about an hour ago. About the way Edge groaned behind him as they violated him, and about how Papyrus couldn’t be certain that he hated it.

"Sorry about gettin' hard every time we collect," Edge said as though reading his mind. Papyrus blinked at the apology and looked up, but Edge was looking elsewhere. "Hope it doesn't bother ya too much. Not a whole lot I can do about it."

"It's... fine," Papyrus admitted. "Mostly just confusing."

"What's confusing about it? You're a good-lookin' skeleton and you make some of the most delicious little sounds I've ever heard. Turns me on, is all."

Papyrus flushed. "Well, all that aside, I just do not know how a human penis works. It sounds gross."

Edge burst out laughing, taking Papyrus by surprise.

"Gross?! C'mon, ouch! What if I think it's gross that yours just pops into existence all of a sudden?"

Papyrus sat up, Edge following his lead, and crossed his arms.

"That seems far more practical than... whatever 'limpness' happens with yours..." Papyrus argued, making Edge laugh harder. The little voice told him to stop bantering with his captor, but he ignored it. He needed this so bad it hurt.

"If you really, actually want me to show you, I can," Edge offered, smiling. Not the hungry grin he sometimes wore when teasing Papyrus or collecting. "That's up to you."

Papyrus faltered, pouting at the ground. Was he really that curious? What if his curiosity ended with being violated again?

What else did he have to do?

"I want to see," Papyrus said. "Please."

Edge seemed surprised by that, but the smile soon returned. "You're a funny one... okay, hold on- we have to tell Boss or he'll actually kill me dead."

Papyrus watched as Edge stood, giving him a pat on the head before walking to the door. He didn't even close it behind him, coming back in just a second later with a phone in his hands. It was ringing, apparently on speaker.

"You have reached Boss. Speak freely."

"Hey, Boss, just lettin' ya know that Papyrus wants to know how human junk works, so I'm gonna show him," Edge replied, standing with the device held between them.

"I need to hear that from our producer, otherwise I will assume you are being insubordinate and fooling around," Boss replied. The fact that Boss trusted Papyrus to be truthful more than his own friend...

"I'm the one that asked," Papyrus said, voice wavering. "It- it was my idea."

"Hmm." Boss was quiet for a moment, only the phone static coming through. "Alright, then. Do not let Edge coerce you into more than you are willing to do- just because he becomes erect does not mean you must continue stimulating him to completion. Report any ill-mannered behavior to me, and he will be dealt with."

"Okay," Papyrus replied, his nerves lighting at the knowledge that this was actually happening.

Edge exchanged a few final words with Boss before taking his phone and depositing it outside again, returning and sitting on the cushion with a huff. He began fiddling with his belt buckle and soon tossed the item aside, looking over at Papyrus with an amused expression.

“I take it you’ve never seen a human dick before, huh?” he asked.

“No,” Papyrus admitted. “Is it much different from mine?”

“Just made’a flesh instead’a magic,” Edge responded, shimmying his way out of his pants. Papyrus could see the slight bulge in his boxers and had a hard time looking away. “Oh- and we also have balls.”

“Balls?”

“You cum magic stuff, but humans cum organic stuff. Balls’re where that stuff is stored, more or less,” Edge replied. He kicked off his underwear a moment later, getting to his knees and sitting back on his legs to give Papyrus a clear view of… all that.

The skeleton was met with… a limp penis made of flesh, just as promised, and a sack beneath that he assumed was the aforementioned balls. Edge’s body hair was dark, trailing from his tummy down to the mass of sensitive flesh between his legs.

“That’s… interesting,” Papyrus said as the silence dragged on, wincing. He was a couple of feet away but moved hesitantly closer to get a better view. 

Edge laughed. “That’s one way ta put it, hun. You wanna touch it or anything?”

Papyrus didn’t want to, but he also really wanted to. He inched forward to be right beside Edge, leaning forward to see the display. 

Would Edge feel as powerless as Papyrus did with his cock in somebody else's hands? 

The thought made the skeleton stop, glancing up at the human who watched him curiously. 

“If I touch it, you won’t…” Papyrus trailed off. “You’re not going to touch me, are you?”

“Not unless you ask me to,” Edge reassured him, followed by a wink. “Just be gentle with it, sweetheart.”

Papyrus swallowed his nerves and reached out. He shouldn’t be doing this, and he hated that he was, but he could only be surrounded by sexual depravity for so long before giving in.

It was indeed limp, but it wasn’t like it lacked any structure at all. Papyrus avoided poking it, expecting that to be unpleasant, and instead took the cock into his hold and softly squeezed to feel it out.

“When does it become hard?” he asked, pulling his attention from Edge’s lap. The human was watching him, and he let out a slightly breathless laugh at the question.

“Keep that up and I’ll get there in no time,” he commented. Papyrus flushed and went back to his explorations, a ringing in his head as he tried and failed to keep out the thoughts.

As the human let out a soft grunt, dick growing firmer, Papyrus kept touching him. He knew what felt good on his own dick, and he did the same thing to Edge’s. If he wanted to, he could grab it with too much force and hurt the human. He felt… powerful. 

It was the first tiny, insignificant scrap of control he’d felt since he’d been captured.

“Damn, sweetheart, you’re really going at it,” Edge said. His cock was certainly hard now, feeling similar to Papyrus’s when it formed.

Papyrus didn’t say anything, just kept stroking and pulling along Edge’s length. His wasn’t as big as Papyrus’s, but it was definitely thicker. Papyrus paused every now and then and felt it twitch in his hand, which made him return to his movements. He moved over the head and Edge moaned.

The monster was lost to his actions until Edge put a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him away. Papyrus flinched and withdrew, afraid, until he saw Edge’s flushed face and averted eyes.

“Alright, alright,” he breathed, swallowing. “That felt fuckin' great, hun, but I think it’s time to stop.”

“Why?” Papyrus demanded, looking between Edge’s crotch and his face as the man moved to retrieve his boxers. “You didn’t finish.”

“Papyrus, babe… you’re crying.”

Papyrus blinked, reaching a hand up and touching his cheeks- huh. He shook his head as he wiped the stupid tears away, unaware that he’d been doing that.

“So?”

Edge paused, one leg back in his underwear. His cock was still plenty hard, a bead of precum at the tip.

“You seriously wanna keep going?”

Papyrus nodded, moving forward. Edge grunted in response, hesitating at the weak attempt to make him sit back down, but eventually he did.

“I’m close, hun, just so ya know,” he said softly, sitting down on the cushion and leaning back. He still watched Papyrus as the monster took a seat beside his thighs and resumed his work.

“Fuck, man,” Edge groaned, his body jerking at the return of the stimulation.

Papyrus glanced up at him, but the human’s sweaty face stirred something unpleasant in his soul, so he looked back down. His fingers curled around Edge’s cock, he tried to replicate what felt good on his own, moving his fist along the length at a steady pace.

It lasted a minute or two more before Edge let out a sharper whine.

“Ha- I’m coming,” Edge panted, tensing. “M’ coming-!”

He did. Papyrus had never actually seen somebody ejaculate, so he slowed his movements to a crawl as Edge jerked hard, a few pumps of off-white liquid squirting onto the floor. Edge continued to moan as he did so, an arm thrown over his face as he laid down.

Papyrus stared at the aftermath of his curiosity. He’d… he’d just made Edge cum.

The human’s dick went limp again, and Papyrus watched the process in lieu of thinking about his actions. Edge remained laying, catching his breath, until he sighed and sat up once more.

“Jesus, hun, I really wasn’t expectin’ that. Figured you’d stop after a minute, heh,” he commented, finally putting his underwear back on. Some of the mess had made its way to the floor or the mat, but it was still sort of gross and his clothes were sure to be crusty later. “What’dja think?”

“I don’t know,” Papyrus answered honestly, sitting and staring at the floor. He felt ashamed of himself, and a little sick, but he also felt… accomplished. In control of just one very small, messed up thing.

“Well… I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” Edge reported, standing with a huff to retrieve his pants. “And then clean up the mess I made, too, I guess.”

“You’ll be back, right?” Papyrus asked, looking at his captor in hope.

“Course, sweetheart, I’ll just be a few minutes. Gonna shower ‘n all that,” Edge replied. Fully dressed once again, he stretched and yawned. “Thanks for the handy, Papyrus.”

Papyrus didn’t reply. His hands clenched into fists with his warring emotions.

That night, he gave into temptation and curled himself against Edge’s side. The human, already half asleep, lazily threw an arm over him and hugged him close.