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It had been one of his better ideas to bring Burke with him into this reality. He was a useful, if fickle, asset originally. But his usefulness had waned with his wife getting pregnant and he didn’t need him getting in the way.

Burke had always been so loyal to Hatch; it wasn’t hard with the distractions removed for him to be brought to heel once more. It was an easier, cleaner cut to remove Burke from the situation entirely, and this reality was one of the more interesting ones. He barely needed to train Burke to call him Door at all. 

Or… well… 

He much preferred it when Burke called him Sir . 

Burke was back to being his wonderful, obedient , attack dog and Door couldn’t be happier. He’d taken a little inspiration from Wake, from Scratch, make his little monster a real monster. Snarling and bloodthirsty, Burke was his to control, his to own. 

But he wasn’t the only dog that Door wanted, and the puppy he had his sights on had hidden himself away. A perfect chance to test his new hound’s obedience. Door unclipped the leash from Burke’s collar, tugging it towards him with two fingers. 

"There is a man here who looks like our friend Joyce, he belongs to me, like yourself, and I want you to bring him here—alive. Though what state he is in when he gets here is up to you."

Door waited for a nod before he let Burke go.

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Tim had been having a good day so far. 

He’d met up with Alan earlier, and the man had remembered him. They’d had a lovely chat, and he had shared as many supplies as he could with the Writer. He’d had a skip in his step for hours after, Alan promising to come back as soon as he could. 

So when the strange man turned up at his latest hideout door, Tim was ready to greet him with open arms and a warm, if nervous, smile - cutting off the humming that Tim had been entertaining himself with so far.

"H-Hi! I’m Tim, I don’t think we’ve met before!"

The other man stared at him. 

"Huh, you do look just like Joyce, he was right. Beard’s new, though."

The stranger took a step in Tim’s direction, blocking off Tim’s clear path towards the door. Which was the exact moment Tim saw the gun in his hand. The sheriff went for his own pistol and found the other’s gun pointed at his head before his hand even reached his belt. 

"Ah, don’t try it. Hands up, don’t be a hero. I have orders not to kill you, but I can do a lot before that happens. Now you can put your hands up, and come with me, or I can have some fun and drag your unconscious body back with me. Your choice."

Tim raised his hands automatically, and the gun lowered to point at his stomach instead. He took a shaky step back, and the stranger followed, backing Tim up into the corner of the room.

"Hey, I-I'm... Just let me go man, I haven't done anything!"

The stranger just rolled his eyes as Tim tried to duck away, throwing a punch that sent Tim reeling. A firm grip on Tim’s hair and he was slammed into the concrete floor. The stranger straddled Tim’s back while the sheriff lay there dazed. He barely even noticed as the stranger stole the gun from his belt and then the belt from his waistband entirely. Tim did have the sense to struggle as his belt was wrapped around his wrists. The hand returned to the back of Tim’s head, grinding his face to the floor, before a huff of hot air brushed past Tim’s ear. 

"I should take you back, he wants you real bad. But we could have some fun before we go, can’t we puppy?"

Tim was taken aback by the nickname and who he was. He opened his mouth, prepared to argue, he wasn’t going to "have some fun" with this asshole, but his words were transformed into a yelp as the other bit at his exposed throat. 

A kiss to the top of his spine. A whisper against his skin.

"I wonder what Door is gonna do to you. "

Fuck. Door . The man he had been looking for had decided to come and look for him, or at least send others to do it for him. Tim had wanted this for so long but was beginning to think that he might be getting a little over his head. 

He wasn’t sure he wanted to see Door at all anymore.

It didn’t seem like he was getting a choice now.

"Do you think if I’m lucky he will let me have a go at you before he fucks you up entirely? You look like you’d be a pretty crier; it would be a shame if he trained that out of you."

Tim panted against the cold floor, heart pounding. Any attempt to escape was met swiftly with violence, and he wasn’t sure if he could take much more.

"You could let me go? We could do whatever, and then you let me go? Pretend you couldn’t find me."

Tim couldn’t see the stranger’s face but he heard the considering hum. 

"Sure, you be a good little puppy for me and I won’t drag you to Door."

Tim sighed but nodded, relaxing into the floor as the stranger got up off him.

The stranger sat down next to him, grabbing the back of Tim’s shirt collar and dragging him to rest over his thighs. The stranger undid his trousers, pulling out his cock and guiding it towards Tim’s mouth. This wasn’t unexpected; Tim was not an idiot — he could tell what kind of "play" the other was up for, but he hadn’t expected this stranger to just get straight on it. At least that meant Tim could get out of here sooner, he supposed.

It had been a hot minute since he had done this. A couple times back home, once with an Alan who had forgotten it the next time they had seen each other. And none of them had been as forceful as the stranger. Tim had barely got his mouth around the stranger’s cock before a hand on the back of his head shoved him down. Panicking, he tried to push back, slapping at the stranger’s thighs, but was given no reprieve. Ignoring him entirely, the stranger sighed. 

"Fuck, you are good though. No wonder he wants you. Come on puppy, you can do it."

The whine that escaped from Tim’s battered throat certainly sounded dog-like. Tears streamed from his eyes as his nose was pressed into the coarse hair at the base of the stranger’s dick. 

"Oh puppy, I was right wasn’t I? You are pretty when you cry. Keep that up and I won’t last much longer."

Relief flooded Tim, and he looked up through his tears at the man towering above him, the stranger responding with a pleased groan. 

It didn’t take much longer after that, a few more thrusts before Tim found his airway completely blocked as the stranger came down his throat, the edges of his vision going dark before the stranger pulled him off. They both took a moment to take a breath. 

The stranger slowly stood up and, without removing the belt that tied Tim’s hands together, helped him to his feet.

"Well, that was fun. Come on, up you get, Door is gonna be pretty impatient by now. The last thing you want is to piss that man off, let me tell you."

The shudder that the man did seemed fake at first, but Tim could sense genuine fear under the stranger’s bravado.

"Wha- what?! You promised you wouldn’t take me to him!"

"Nuh-uh puppy, I said I wouldn’t drag you to him. And I won’t." With one well-practised move, the stranger hauled Tim up into his arms, "I’m going to carry you to him, aren’t I nice?"

The stranger didn’t give Tim any chance to respond before he strode out of the room into the cold New York streets and towards the awaiting Mr. Door. 

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Tim had tired himself out, he could only struggle so much, by the time Burke stalked into Door's studio, dropping the bound sheriff at his master's feet.

Door hummed in consideration, rolling Tim over and onto his back with the tip of his polished shoe. Burke stood, legs slightly apart and hands clasped behind his back, watching and waiting for an order.

"Well done, I expected him back in significantly worse condition. Right, come on Breaker, you can stop pretending to be unconscious now."

Tim didn't move.

"Breaker, I suggest you get up and look your new master in the eye before I make you ."

Tim considered his options; not good if he was honest.

He opened his eyes, peering up at the man who must be Door, the man he had been hunting. Door looked entirely unimpressed as Tim continued to lay on the floor. The heel of Door’s shoe pushed down on Tim’s shoulder, the nudge turning into a crushing pain as Tim continued to lay there. Tim yelped and scrambled to his feet. He tugged at his belt-bound wrists. Still tight.

"There, was that really so hard?" Door asked, each word dripping with condescension. He looked Tim up and down, contemplative. 

Tim shivered; it was warmer here than it had been in his safe room, but Door’s gaze was cold and the stranger’s presence behind him was impossible to ignore. This was not a safe place for him to be. The lights in the studio may keep away the shadows that lurked outside, but they only provided a clearer view of the danger right in front of him. 

Door seemed to be done with his examination, turning sharply to sit at his desk. His gesture was as dismissive as his words, a careless flick of his hand.

"Burke. Strip him."

Tim gasped, jerking away and almost tripping over himself in the process. 

"Wait, what?! Don’t, please don-"

Burke was fast though, fast enough to grab Tim’s shirt and pull the terrified man towards him. 

"Calm down, you aren’t getting out of this. Wouldn’t want to hurt you after all."

The smirk on his face belied his words. There was no doubt in Tim’s mind that his kidnapper would have no problem what-so-ever with causing him all manner of pain. But Tim had not survived so long in the Dark Place by just letting things hurt him. Arms tied or not, he wasn’t going down without some sort of fight. Stomping down as hard as he could on the other man’s foot, Tim broke away and dashed towards the exit. 

The exit that was no longer there. 

Maybe if it hadn’t vanished he could have escaped, could have lost Burke in the dark streets, could have found Alan or that strange, flirty copy of him. Anyone who could keep him safe from the two men here with him. 

Instead, in the brief hesitation while he looked for where the exit had gone, Burke had caught back up to him, slamming Tim into the wall. 

"Oh puppy, you really shouldn’t have done that."

"Get off! Let me go!"

Tim struggled and bucked, trying to escape, Burke taking his time, arms wrapped around Tim’s chest as he undid the other man’s shirt buttons. It didn’t take long for Tim to be stripped, shaking in the cool studio air. His arms had been freed from the bind of his belt, the smooth leather tightened around his neck instead. 

Burke dragged Tim back across the room by the makeshift leash, bringing them both in front of Door.

"It would be easier for you, Breaker, if you complied." Door said calmly. 

"Why should I? You’ll hurt me anyway." Tim cried. 

Door shrugged, unbothered.

"Probably. At the moment, I prefer you alive. If you prove more bother than you are worth, that can always change."

Tim could feel Burke’s breath on the back of his neck as he whispered. 

"I’d rather you stayed alive. Door has promised that I can have some fun with you, some of it you might even enjoy."

"What do you want?" Tim muttered miserably. 

Burke laughed, low and quiet, pressing up behind Tim. Reminding him without words of exactly what he wanted. 

"I’ve been letting you run around like a rat in a maze so far, helping Wake, pretending that you are safe in your little hideouts. But that seems like such a waste. What is it that Liam here calls you? Puppy? Seems appropriate, a pet, a little puppy to keep my attack dog company."

"You can’t do that to me!"

Door scoffed, looking at Tim, naked and collared, scared and angry. 

"Why not? Who exactly is going to stop me? Wake ? Don’t make me laugh."

A snap of Door’s fingers and a point at the floor next to him had Burke drag Tim around the desk. Burke handed over the end of the belt and removed his own clothes, carefully folding them and placing them on the desk before he knelt on the floor next to Door’s chair. Tim finally noticed the proper leather collar around his kidnapper’s throat as Door connected a chain to the ring dangling from the front, tying Burke to the desk. 

"I should get the two of you a dog bed, though I suppose for now you can keep each other warm."

Tim watched as Door opened a drawer, pulling out another collar and a leather lead; clearly, he did not warrant a chain. Tim felt frozen as the belt was removed and his hair gripped instead. Door pulled him down, Tim yelping from the pain, to look the ex-sheriff in the eyes. 

"This doesn’t have to be unpleasant, Breaker, behave yourself, and you’ll get used to this quite quickly."

Door fastened the collar around Tim’s neck, tight but just enough room to breathe. He stared at his new pet, trembling and scared into obedience. 

"Kneel."

Tim opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, and just shook his head.

"Now now pet. Let’s not start this off with a punishment. Kneel and I’ll make sure that Burke is gentle."

Tim just shook his head again. He wouldn’t run, not yet, but he wasn’t just going to obey like the dog they were treating him as. 

Door sighed.

"Stupid puppy."

And kicked Tim’s legs out from underneath him. 

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Tim hit the floor hard .

Blood streamed from his nose, smashed against the desk as he fell. His head throbbing angrily as it hit the floor. His legs shook from the pain of the kick and the pain of the impact, of falling too quickly. 

Tim tried to get up, grabbing the desk for support, but only made it to his aching knees before Burke yanked him back. 

In pain, confused, his head and vision swimming, Tim whined as he cradled his head in his hands. 

So when Door once again commanded.

"Kneel."

Tim stayed down. 

Resistance was tempting, but fruitless, and he just wanted to not be in pain anymore. Tears dripped down his face, carving a path through the drying blood. His head bowed, Tim tried not to sob as he heaved out a shaky breath. 

"There we go. Easier to train than Burke, I had to kill his wife before he would settle down."

Tim heard a faint hiss of air through teeth from behind him. He felt something cold drop in his gut. Burke didn’t seem weak, didn’t seem to be a pushover; he’d had a family that Door had taken away. And still the man had broken. 

Did Tim even have a chance?

His head was tugged up with the lead in Door’s grasp. Tim was forced to look up into the face of his captor. Door’s eyes were dark, endless voids, and he looked nothing more than utterly pleased with the situation he had engineered.

"Good dog."

Tim couldn’t help the rush of blood to his cheeks at the praise. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage either of them. He was between Door’s open thighs, the position was obvious, the position was a threat. But Door had demanded nothing of that sort yet . And as the silence stretched on, he looked back up at Door. Confusion etched across his face. 

"If you want to play, you are going to have to beg ." Door stated, like that was in any way a normal thing to say. Tim wrinkled his nose; no, thank you. Door continued on.

"If you don’t, well then I am a busy man, and I did promise Burke some time alone with the new puppy."

Tim shivered. This really was a choice between bad and worse. But Burke’s title of ‘attack dog’ had him worried, and really , this wouldn’t be that bad . 

He opened his mouth to beg, but the lead was yanked, stopping him from talking. 

"Ah! No. Puppies don’t talk, do they?"

Tim didn’t understand. How was he meant to beg if Door wouldn’t let him speak? Then it hit him. He was expected to beg like a dog. 

Tim was not a prideful man, but this almost got him; it was only looking up into Door’s unforgiving eyes that reminded Tim of his place. His first attempt was broken and choked out, but eventually Tim forced out a whine. He’d had a pet dog as a child who would beg for scraps under the table in the same high-pitched tone. He remembered something else the dog used to do, and he felt his stomach flip. Shuffling closer, Tim hesitated before resting his cheek on Door’s clothed thigh, whining again. 

Door reached down and ruffled Tim’s hair. 

"Good dog."

Tim watched in resignation as Door undid his trousers, pulling out his cock. Tim went to reach for it but was cut off with another sharp sound.

"Do puppies use their hands?"

Tim felt a tear drip from his eye, curving down his face and soaking into the fabric of Door’s trousers. The humiliation was getting a bit much. He wanted to go home. 

It wasn’t easy to get Door’s cock into his mouth by himself, the shaft smearing across his cheek and the bridge of his nose multiple times before he sunk down. The only safe place for his hands ended up being flat on his own thighs, making it hard to keep his balance. He did his best, he really did, but was visibly struggling in a way that made Door chuckle. 

"Do you want some help, pet?"

Tim wanted to lie down and cry, instead nodding as much as he could without letting the cock fall from his mouth, he didn’t want to go through the trial of guiding it back again. 

Door scratched Tim’s head, like he was an actual dog, and then slowly but firmly pushed Tim’s head down. It was inescapable and Tim waited for the inevitable inability to breathe like a man walking to the gallows. By the time he had been pressed all the way to the base of Door’s cock, Tim was shaking uncontrollably, fear and oxygen deprivation warring with his desperate wish not to be punished, not to be hurt. 

Door didn’t seem interested in doing much more than that, keeping Tim trapped and his cock warm. Pulling Tim up for only brief moments to let him have enough air to not pass out. Tim did not want to pass out; he didn’t trust what they would do to him before he woke up. 

Burke pressed up behind him after a while, hooking his chin over Tim’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around Tim’s waist. Tim could feel the hot length of Burke’s cock against his back, the other man clearly interested in what he was seeing. 

"You are doing so good puppy, he’s going to be so happy with you."

Finally, Door started to move, rocking his hips ever so slightly, just enough to pop the head of his cock in and out of the back of Tim’s throat, threatening his gag reflex as the studio filled with the noises of Tim choking and spluttering. His eyes began to roll back into his head before he was pushed fully down again, and he felt, more than tasted, the cum that flooded his mouth. Door pulled out, the last few spurts splashing across Tim’s face, into his beard and down his bare chest. 

Door tucked himself away before attaching Tim’s lead to the desk. 

"Not bad for your first day. Burke, clean him up and then have your fun, I have business to attend to."

Tim felt a flash of fear. 

"What? Wait, I thought?"

Door tutted, like Tim had made some kind of mistake. 

"I said you would be punished, consider this your punishment."

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Door was gone before Tim could even comprehend what he had said. He was slammed to the floor in seconds, Burke straddling his back. 

Tim tried to crawl away, but the other man hauled him back by the collar around his throat, choking Tim in the process. Liam kept a tight hold of the leather as he positioned Tim to his liking. He kept the collar pulled back, leaving Tim desperately scrabbling at Burke’s wrist.

Tim’s legs were spread either side of Burke’s, and the other man forcefully pressed himself up against Tim until the sheriff was face down on the cold ground. 

"Burke, please, " Tim whined as Liam moved his hand to push Tim’s head harder against the floor.

"Please what Puppy? Please fuck me? Give me a minute, I'm working on it."

"No! Please let me up, let me go . We could both run, I have a friend, Alan, he would help us stay away from Door!"

Liam pretended to consider it, fingers tapping a rhythm on the back of Tim's head.

"Oh, but if I do that, I can't do this;" Burke bit down hard on the back of Tim's neck, claiming him like the beast Door insisted they were, "And honestly Puppy? I don't think that friend of yours can take Door."

Tim’s voice was quiet, sad. 

"He killed your family... doesn't that upset you?" 

Burke's teeth suddenly dug deeper, deep enough for blood to begin trickling down Tim's neck. Burke was still, silent in his fury before he let go, licking the blood away from Tim's skin. 

"Of course it fucking upsets me! … But nothing I do is going to bring them back, resisting Door won't give me my freedom. Just let it happen, do what he says, be who he wants you to be, and maybe one day it will stop hurting... And Breaker? If you mention my family again, I'll make you regret that Door won't let me kill you, understood? "

Tim nodded furiously, cheek sliding across the floorboards.

"Good, now you got anything else to say before I fuck you, Puppy?" Tim whimpered at Burke's words, but couldn't summon any further reasons for Burke to stop, none that the other man would respect anyway. He took a deep breath and shook his head. Burke pet his hair gently.

"Good Puppy."

The petting stopped for a moment, and Tim found fingers pressed against his lips.

Burke didn’t need to tell him what to do.

Tim had barely parted his lips before the taste of skin and sweat and gun oil filled his mouth. Burke had shoved two fingers all the way down until his knuckles pressed up against Tim’s teeth. The sheriff fought to control the desperate need to gag, to cough up the fingers intruding in his mouth and the spit that was gathering to run down the back of his throat.

He could feel the hot length of Liam’s cock rubbing against his inner thigh, Burke rocking against him as if to copy the movement of his fingers in Tim’s mouth. He was gasping for breath by the time Burke finally slid his spit-wet fingers from Tim. 

"You done this before?" Burke asked as he shuffled down Tim’s body, dry hand resting at the bottom of Tim’s spine while the other traced around his entrance. Tim shook his head.

"Never this far. Will it hurt?"

"It doesn’t have to."

"That’s not what I asked."

Burke huffed a breath of laughter. He began to push two of his fingers into Tim. Too much, too fast.

"Huh, got me there. Then yes Puppy, it will hurt a lot."

Tim, to his credit, managed to keep mostly silent as Burke forced his fingers in, twisting and stretching them apart, though he couldn’t stop the pain-filled tears from dripping onto the wooden floor.

"Aww, come on, don’t be a spoil-sport."

Tim grit his teeth and stayed silent.

"You are being awfully difficult… Well, if you insist. Bark for me, Puppy."

And Burke replaced his fingers with his cock, fucking into the man below him hard. Tim bit his tongue, the taste of blood the best distraction he had at his disposal, anything to stop him from reacting to the pain. Burke refused to give up, hammering into Breaker until he thrust into something inside Tim that made him shout out into the quiet studio. 

"Yeah, close enough." Burke’s voice was dripping with smug satisfaction. 

Tim felt his fingernails get caught in the floorboards as he tried again to get away; the pain was one thing, familiar and constant, but the forceful rush of pleasure sent Tim’s mind whirling, unable to calm himself in the sea of sensation. Burke’s hand had slipped around to tug at Tim’s own cock, and he felt nothing but shame as he came over Burke’s knuckles. 

It felt like Tim had cried all the tears left in his body, which he presumed was the only reason he didn’t cry more as Burke didn’t stop thrusting. Tim was shuddering through the overstimulation, whining and sobbing for Burke to stop, to pause, to just let him rest for just a second. 

Burke grinned down at him, unseen, and fucked into Tim’s writhing body impossibly faster, digging his teeth into the sheriff’s shoulder and biting hard enough that his teeth didn’t dislodge from Tim’s bruised skin even as his body was jolted by each painful thrust. Tim couldn’t help the shouts, the barks, the sad puppy-dog whines; his words did nothing, but the helpless sounds made Burke fuck him a little softer, a little slower. He’d be touched gently, and at this point that was all Tim could ask for. 

Time lost a lot of meaning. At some point he came again. At some point Burke flooded him with his own cum. At some point Tim fell asleep. The time between them, the order? None of it made sense. 

He was flat on the, now filthy, floor; the rhythmic sensation of being fucked, of being mounted and bred, has started to become hypnotising, relaxing even, now that the pain was mostly gone. It was easy, so easy, to just let his eyes close and let sleep take him. 

When he woke up, he was no longer on the cold floor; soft fake fur beneath him, a burning heat at his back, pressure inside him. Tim’s eyes fluttered open and he looked around him. 

Burke was behind him, the source of the burning heat, and must have fallen asleep fucking him because his prick was still warm inside of Tim. Tim tried to wiggle away, but the man was just as strong and impossible to escape asleep as he was awake. Tim looked down. They were laid in a large circular dog bed, black fake fur cradling them both. 

Door had kept his promise, it seemed.

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It was impossible to extract himself from Burke’s grip, and Tim really did thrash in the dog bed he had woken up in. By the time he had tired himself out and relaxed into the hold, Burke was clearly now awake and eager to continue last night’s games. Burke hadn't softened at all overnight. Tim's groan wavered and weakened into a sob as Burke gave a few sleepy thrusts.

“Morning puppy.” Another thrust that had Tim clawing at the floor.

The sudden sound of shoes tapping, a sharp click of a tongue.

“Burke! Off him.”

Burke growled and fucked into Breaker with a couple of mean thrusts. Teeth sank into the back of Tim's neck, he looked up pleadingly at Door as he yelped in pain.

"I won't tell you again Burke, the puppy isn't the only one who can be punished.”

Another pissed off growl before Burke pulled away.

"Good dog,” Door smirked. 

Breaker slumped in relief as he was freed, only to tense as Door's attention turned on him. 

Door sat down at his desk and unclipped the lead binding Tim to the table. A hard tug had Breaker scramble out of the dog bed to kneel at the man's feet. A broad hand ruffled Tim's hair.

“Good puppy, but not what I'm after today. Stand up.”

Tim hissed as he stood, his legs cramping after being on the floor for so long. His face burned scarlett as Burke's cum began to drip down his leg. Door looked at him with little more than annoyance. 

“What a mess you've made. Brace yourself on the desk."

Tim obeyed, cringing at the cold sensation as it ran down the back of his knee.

"Burke. Clean your mess." 

Tim yelped as he felt a burning hot mouth suck at the sensitive skin of his inner knee, a tongue licking and biting its way up following the path of Burke's cum. He felt his legs buckle beneath him; only his white-knuckled grip on Door's desk kept him from collapsing to the floor.

Liam's hands gripped Tim's hips as he made his way up to Tim's ass, pulling his cheeks apart as Burke sucked at Tim's rim.

"Oh~ fuck!" Tim cried, as that damned tongue pushed its way into him. Tears welled up in his eyes and puddled on the wooden surface beneath him. It was too much, it was far too much, and Burke was pressing him right into the table edge. It was an inescapable tide of pleasure and Tim was going to come and he was terrified that Burke wasn't going to stop.

A clink of the chain that tethered Liam, and the man was pulled away from Tim.

“Down.” came Door's command, and Burke settled back into the dog bed.

A tug to Tim's lead and the puppy found himself standing shakily before Door. He patted his lap with a firm, 

"Sit." 

Tim straddled Door's lap nervously as the other man undid his trousers. A pressure against his rim and a slight tap to his cheek that made Tim jolt.

"I said, sit, puppy.”

Tim considered balancing himself on Door's shoulders, but a stern glare warded him off, instead placing them shakily on his own thighs. He was glad that Burke had opened him up otherwise the slow drop onto Door's cock would have been agony. Tim was shaking once he was fully sat on Door's prick, gasping for breath as he tried to adapt to the insistent pressure. Strong palms wrapped around his waist, pulling Tim up before dropping him down again, causing him to shout out into the empty studio.

“Oh! Slow — slower please! Fuck!” Door tutted and yanked the leash harshly. 

“Now, now, good puppies don't speak.”

Tim let out a sad whine, hoping to gain sympathy from Door. It didn’t really work; Door wasn’t susceptible to this pathetic attempt at manipulation, but he gave the man a break anyway. Door brought Tim closer to rest his head on his shoulder, his puppy twitching and shaking above him. He stroked through Breaker's soft hair, letting the younger man calm. He couldn't keep the man constantly terrified, he'd break, and not in a fun way either.

Once Breaker had stilled, heart rate slowing and breath stabilising, Door pulled Tim’s hands from his thighs to rest on the chair by his own head. 

“Calmed down now?” Breaker nodded shakily, “Good. I knew you would be no trouble for me, cut from a very different cloth than your other selves, wouldn't you agree, Burke?”

A grunt of agreement.

“Better than Joyce. Not that Serene would have let me have him regardless.” Burke growled.

A cloud of something dark passed over Door’s face that had Breaker shiver. 

“Yes well, we are all a little different. Even you learned your place eventually.”

Tim could feel Liam tense up from his position on the floor. Door tugged on the lead to get his attention again.

“As charming as this is, I didn't pull you up here to just sit there.”

Tim could have been difficult, could have pretended he didn't understand the indirect command, he could have tried to fight again, he could have attempted to flee on shaky legs again.

He didn't.

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Alan had been searching for Tim for days now. The other had been in a good mood the last time that the writer had seen him, but when Alan had returned to Breaker’s hideout, there were signs of a scuffle and no sheriff to be found. He’d checked the streets and alleys, he’d checked the Oceanview and argued with its inhabitants, he’d looked everywhere Tim could reasonably be. Which only left the places Alan hoped Tim would never go near. 

So here he was, about to push through the curtain that led to Door’s studio.

The first clue that something wasn’t quite right, was the sounds. A slow, rhythmic thudding, punctuated with strangled whines and cries, the occasional satisfied grunt. Alan told himself that it could not possibly be what it sounded like.

His self-deception fell apart as he finally entered the studio proper.

There was Tim, back facing Alan, completely bare except for a strip of leather circling his throat. He was straddling the lap of Door, and was the source of the overstimulated whimpers that Alan had previously heard. Door made eye contact over Tim’s shoulder, a smug smirk on his face, a single raised eyebrow. Door clicked his fingers, and there was movement by his feet seconds before an unfamiliar man crawled around the desk before rising to his feet by Door’s side. He was lightly clothed but clearly armed.

Alan shook himself; the skin around Tim’s collar looked irritated and bruised, and those weren’t the only bruises that the writer could see on his friend. The sheriff had turned slightly and looked pleadingly at Alan.

“What the fuck! Tim? Door I don’t know what the hell you think you are doing, let him go!” He raised his gun to point at Door’s head, who simply laughed.

“Now Alan, you aren’t that stupid, I think you can tell exactly what I’m doing with our dear Mr Breaker. Burke, escort our intruder out, would you? We wouldn’t want the puppy to start getting any ideas.”

Gun in hand, the stranger stalked towards Alan with a familiar dark intent that made the writer back away. He would come back for Tim, but he would need to be better prepared. Before he turned away to run back out into the New York streets, he saw Door use the collar to forcefully turn Tim back to face him. A slump to the sheriff’s shoulders before he began riding Door again. 

“Good Puppy.”