Summary:
Dean wants to escape from his reality
Author’s
Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments:
darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive:
Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings:
crude language, double penetration, gang-banging
Pairing:
Dean/OMC/OMC/OMC
Rating:
NC-17
Spoilers:
All of Season Three
Disclaimer:
Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric
Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own
personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s
Notes:
This is a missing scene that might have happened during the last two or three episodes of season three. It is raunchy, crude, and it is an excuse for me to write lots of filthy porn with a bit of plot.
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Three weeks to live…three weeks before being sent to Hell for eternity…three weeks left to prepare Sam…three weeks left to do whatever the fuck it is he wants with no complications, no risk, and most importantly, no guilt.
Dean finished the last of his second beer, signaled for the bartender for another, and scanned the crowd at the bar for a willing target. A target that would take him home, use him, fuck him, and put him up wet. With only three weeks left to live, Dean wanted something dangerous, something invigorating, and something that played to his constant desire to be reminded of what little he was worth…
He took his new beer and headed towards the back of the bar where the dart boards and pool tables were, not looking to hustle per say, but hoping that the selections were of better quality in the back then they had been in the main bar. It was your typical biker bar filled with smoke, obnoxious language, loud music, and people desperately trying to forget the miseries of life, and Dean felt right at home with all of the strangers. Sam would have protested the place, his bitch face on, his contempt obvious, and Dean was glad that he had not invited Sam to come. Instead, he left Sam at the motel, telling his younger brother that he would be home by morning, and not giving Sam a chance to complain before he practically ran to the Impala to escape. To escape the pity in Sam’s eyes, to escape the constant fear and dread of what Hell would be like, and to escape his miserable life for just a few short hours.
Dean scouted out the pool tables and saw that all of the tables were occupied, as were all of the dart boards, and he sighed in disappointment. He scanned the other side of the room, saw an unoccupied South Park pinball machine, and grinned. He headed over towards the game figuring that his humping and slapping away at the machine might garnish him some attention. He placed his beer on the small table sitting near the pinball machine, put in his money, drew back the plunger, and heard Cartman yell, “Sweet!”
Time flew by as Dean slapped away at the flappers and humped up against the machine trying to keep the steel ball in play. The machine responded with constant pinging, ponging, bells ringing, and voice-overs from the characters of South Park, and Dean almost felt like a kid again; well not a kid since he didn’t really know what that felt like, but he was happy for a few short moments with no stress or worries…the temporary escape was pleasurable.
“You’re pretty good,” a man said to Dean’s left.
“Thanks,” Dean simply replied not taking his eyes off the game. He felt the other man’s eyes on him and gave a small smirk. “You see something you like?”
“Yeah,” the other man replied signaling the server for two more beers. “My buddies and I have been waiting for you to finish for almost an hour. Wanted to see if you wanted to play some pool or something?”
Dean gave the man a quick look over before returning his attention back to the game, “You my stalker now?”
“Just an admirer,” the man smiled at the pretty stranger.
Dean had three balls left to play but the other man had tweaked his interest with his black hair, dark eyes, and tattoos; plus, the man looked like he could fuck him into the floor. It also didn’t hurt when the man showed Dean the beer that he had bought for him, so Dean rolled his eyes, and walked away from the machine and joined the stranger.
He took the cold beer from the guy, “Thanks.”
“Not a problem,” the other man replied walking them over towards a pool table where two other men awaited. “We were just getting ready to start a new game.”
Dean looked the other two men over, both tall and broad, with a hint of danger flowing off their aura, and Dean felt a twinge of excitement as he flashed the other two men a bright smile. “Rack them up.” He watched as one with a goatee and a head full of brown hair racked up the balls, “How much we playing for?”
The goatee laughed, “I don’t think so…you’re obviously a hustler and we want to keep our money if it’s all the same to you.”
Dean chewed on his lower lip secretly turned on that the men had been obviously checking him out for quite awhile. “How about for beers then?”
The one with dirty blond hair, who looked even taller than Sam looked Dean up and down, not even trying to disguise his interest, “You win, we buy your beer. We win, we buy your beer.”
Dean arched his brows in feigned confusion, “Well, that doesn’t exactly seem fair to you guys. I should have to give you something if you win.”
The one who had invited Dean over to the table, the black-haired one, leaned in closer towards Dean’s ear, “I’m sure we can think of something, but for now, we play pool , get good and buzzed, and then take it from there…how’s that sound?”
Dean knew that he was playing with fire, all three of the men looked like they were fucking starving for his ass, and he couldn’t really blame them for that seeing that it was such a fine ass, plus, this was what he had been looking for…danger, excitement of the non- supernatural type. “Sounds good…let’s do this.”
Over the next two hours, Dean won some, lost some, and felt bold hands teasing him at every opportunity, heard sexual innuendoes and vulgar comments whispered into his ears, and felt a constant throbbing in his crotch from all of the attention. After six beers and four shots of whiskey were finished off, Dean began to feel the need to leave the bar and to be fucked hard by anybody.
“So,” Dean grinned, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol, “which one of you is taking me home?”
The dirty blonde-haired one, which Dean had coined Blondie, grabbed the pool stick from Dean’s hand and placed it on the table, “All of us...we’re going to Steve’s house to continue this party.”
Dean looked at the black-haired one, which he had coined Beef Cake, but now knew that he was named Steve, and shrugged, “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Steve was blown away by Dean’s what-the-fuck attitude, but he had to admit that the idea of all three of them banging the pretty boy into the floor, taking turns at his sweet ass, turned him on like crazy. “You’re such a cooperative one, aren’t you?”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Dean teased as he allowed Blondie to escort him out of the bar and out into the cool night air of Bloomfield, Nebraska. “I’ll follow you guys.”
The brown-haired one, which Dean had coined Bear, pulled at Dean’s arm, “You can’t drive man.”
“Why’s that,” Dean asked looking down at where the other man’s hand held his arm.
“You’ve been drinking,” Bear replied.
“Yeah...look, I’ve driven a lot drunker,” Dean remarked pulling his arm free from the larger man’s grasp. “I’m not riding with you guys and hoping that one of you will drive me back to my car later on…I don’t even fucking know you guys.”
“You know us well enough to want to go home with us,” Blondie began, “yet you don’t trust us to drive you back to your car, does that really make any sense to you?”
Dean felt his buzz faltering, his horniness dissipating, “Tell you what, let’s just forget this…I’ll drive myself back to my motel room and jerk off with my fingers in my ass to the images of what you could have done to my body if you guys hadn’t played mother hens.”
“Fuck,” Bear replied stepping in front of Dean as he made his retreat to the car, “You drive, I ride with you, and we’ll go to Steve’s place, okay?”
“The mood is fucked now,” Dean snapped. “I came here to get away from shit like this, to have fucking fun, you know?”
Steve placed his warm hands on Dean’s shoulders and gave him a warm smile, “I get it…I’ve been there myself. Come home with me…we’ll make you forget all that other shit.”
Dean looked up into the other man’s blue eyes and relaxed, “Alright…but there better be beer there because this shit about ruined my buzz.”
Steve signaled to his friends, “We’re following you.” He followed Dean to the Impala, “There’s plenty of alcohol at my house, don’t worry about that.” Steve watched Dean stepping up to the black and pristine 1967 Chevy Impala and whistled, “What a fucking beauty…just like her owner.”
Dean couldn’t help but to smile at Steve’s flattering compliment, “Some say I’m more beautiful, but it’s all good.”
Steve winked at Dean, opened the passenger door, and got into the Impala, “Well, I haven’t looked under your hood yet, so I need to wait to see if I agree with those others you speak of.”
Dean got into the car, beaming brightly, and felt his good mood coming back, “Yeah, you do need to look under my hood first…but don’t forget to check out my trunk too.”
Steve laughed loudly as Dean started the car, the roar of the engine vibrating through the chassis, the sound of Ted Nugent filling the interior, “I’ll be sure to do that.”
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Once they arrived at Steve’s place, Dean slammed down another beer while staring intently at all three men. He was hard inside his tight jeans, his ass was practically salivating for cock, and his mouth wanted some action too. “Can we get this party started? I’m a little needy here.”
“Fuck yeah we can,” Blondie replied pulling Dean off of the couch, “My name’s Randy.” He pushed Dean’s blue jacket off and tossed it onto a recliner, “What’s yours?”
Dean allowed the other man to undress him. First came the blue jacket, then the red over-shirt, and finally the beige t-shirt. He could not help the tiny shutter that escaped as Bear reached around from behind and caressed his tiny nipples, “Mine’s Dean.”
Bear played with the tiny nubs, savoring the feel of the soft flesh in his hands, “Nice to meet you Dean…mine’s Cliff.”
Randy unbuckled Dean’s black belt, unzipped his jeans, and reached inside to grab at Dean’s hardness, “You want this bad, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Dean whispered. “I want it so bad…need it.”
“Want us to use you,” Randy asked as he slid his hands up and down Dean’s cock. “Want us to fuck both your holes…fill you with our fat cocks?”
“Fuck….yeah,” Dean moaned as Cliff twisted and pinched his nipples into hard pebbles.
Cliff licked and sucked at Dean’s earlobe and neck loving how the younger man was falling apart in front of him, quivering in need, “Want to be our whore for tonight? Want us to break you down?”
Randy pushed Dean’s jeans and boxer-briefs off his hips, down his legs, and stared in appreciation at the package in front of his eyes. “We don’t get many of your likes in this town…you’re fucking beautiful.”
Dean arched his neck backwards and moaned as Steve joined in on the party, the other man running sure fingers down his crack, touching his hole, and licking at his back.
“Is this what you want us to play with Dean?” Steve asked smiling at the wanton moans escaping the other man’s mouth. “So fucking eager for it, aren’t you?”
“Please…,” Dean whimpered unashamed at his neediness.
Cliff began pushing Dean down onto his knees, “Prove to us how much you want our dicks…suck us off, worship the cocks you want so fucking bad.”
Dean willingly went to his knees. He felt Steve pulling off his boots and jeans, making him completely naked in front of all three of the clothed men. His own cock jumped in excitement as all three of the men made a circle around him, making him feel like prey. “I’ve wanted to do this for hours…been fucking starving for it.”
Steve ran his hand through Dean’s short hair and leered down at the slut on his knees, “You got a filthy mouth on you, don’t you?”
“You have no idea,” Dean teased as he unzipped Steve’s jeans, pulled the other man’s hard tool out, and went down on him with no hesitation, sucking on the thick rod of flesh, running his tongue along the throbbing vein.
“Holy fucking hell,” Steve gasped. “Fucking hot little mouth…oh fucking god.”
The other two men watched in avid fascination as Dean sucked on Steve’s dick with obvious enthusiasm. They took out their cocks, pushed their jeans down to their knees, and stepped in closer towards the action.
Dean grabbed both of their dicks in his hands and began pumping up and down on their thick shafts as his mouth devoured Steve. Saliva ran down his lips, down his chin as Steve rammed in hard into his mouth. Dean loved having his face fucked, being choked on cock…his own dick was bouncing up and down as his mouth was pummeled by Steve, and he moaned constantly, begging for more, wanting to feel them all in his mouth.
Dean pulled away from Steve’s dick, turned a bit towards Cliff, and began bobbing up and down Cliff’s shaft as his hands worked Randy and Steve’s hardness. He felt Cliff’s hands wrap around his head and the other man began pushing his mouth down further, the pubic hairs tickling his nose, the musky smell filling his senses…and he fucking loved it.
“Fuck that pretty mouth,” Randy encouraged his friend. “Choke him on your dick.”
Cliff pumped in and out of Dean’s hot slick mouth, cock-sucking lips pleasuring him like none other before, “Yes, that’s it Dean…take it all.”
“I want some of that mouth,” Randy pleaded.
Cliff reluctantly popped himself out of Dean’s mouth and handed him over to Randy, “There you go…wouldn’t want you feeling left out, now would we?”
Dean sucked in Randy’s hardness and reached down to stroke his own cock, the pleasure of being used already threatening climax. He felt someone grab his hand, looked over at Cliff and moaned in protest around the cock in his mouth.
“We’ll tell you when you can cum you greedy slut,” Cliff reprimanded.
Dean returned his full attention to the hardness in his mouth. He gagged slightly as the other man thrust hard into his mouth, the tip of the cock near the back of his throat. He loved the feeling of being out of control and relished in the crudeness of the other man’s actions.
Steve knelt down behind Dean and began pressing a lubed finger inside Dean’s tightness, “You ready to get this hole filled too?”
Dean nodded enthusiastically…unable to vocalize his approval thanks to Randy’s dick in his mouth, but he wiggled back onto Steve’s fingers, his ass sucking in the thick digit.
Steve laughed at Dean’s fervor and slapped Dean’s ass while his finger pushed further into Dean’s body, “I love that you want it so bad.” He squeezed more lube onto his other fingers and began pushing in a second finger, scissoring and stretching the hole, prepping it for the invasion to come.
Randy pulled out of Dean’s mouth and slapped him in the cheek with his wet dick, “You like that bitch…like getting your ass fucked by those fingers?”
Dean swallowed, cleared his throat from the excess saliva, and licked his lips, “I’d rather have dick, but it’s all good.”
Cliff placed his crotch at Dean’s mouth as Steve pushed a third finger inside Dean’s ass, “Lick my nuts.”
Dean didn’t hesitate, obeying the command…his wet slick tongue licked and sucked on the hairy sack of flesh as Steve fucked him open…, his ass begging for more.
“Such a nasty little mouth,” Cliff moaned loudly as the licking and sucking caused his toes to curl in pleasure.
Steve pulled his fingers out of Dean’s tight channel, placed the head of his cock at Dean’s entrance, pushed Dean closer towards the carpet, and began pushing inside. “Is this what you wanted Dean…fucked open with my cock, huh?”
Dean tore himself away from Cliff’s crotch and winced in pain. The initial penetration always painful, but he knew that pleasure would soon win out. “Umm…more…please.”
Cliff and Randy toed off their shoes and undressed watching as Steve’s long thick girth pressed inside Dean’s tight hole. They both went down to their knees near Dean’s mouth, and took turns fucking the slutty mouth with their hard throbbing poles while Steve fucked Dean into the floor.
Dean eagerly sucked on each shaft as they pressed into his willing mouth; the feeling of having both of his holes filled was overwhelming. He moaned and whimpered loudly around the thick dicks letting Steve know that he was enjoying himself.
Steve slammed hard inside Dean’s channel, slapping his ass with each thrust of his pelvis, “He loves this shit…loves getting stuffed with dick.”
Cliff held onto Dean’s head with both hands and deep-throated the younger man’s mouth, “I’m going to shoot it down his throat…and I want you to jizz in his ass?”
Dean felt Randy positioning his own body underneath him. Randy’s mouth near his crotch, caressing his swollen throbbing cock with his slick tongue. He moaned loudly around Cliff’s dick…hoping to God that one of the men would let him know that he could cum…he didn’t know if he could hold off any longer…the triple simulation was too much.
Steve watched as his fat cock pumped in and out of Dean’s pink swollen hole, watched as Cliff fucked harshly into Dean’s mouth, and felt Dean shaking in need. “I’m going to cum in your sweet little ass Dean…going to feel you with my spunk…and when I do, you can shoot your load too.”
Dean swore to himself that he would love Steve for as long as he lived, well for three weeks anyway. He felt Steve slam home a few more times, felt the cock inside him swelling, and felt the warm sticky slickness filling him up. His ass clamped down on Steve’s prick, the dick in his mouth held in place, and he came hard…his orgasm ripping up his shaft, pumping his milky release into Randy’s waiting mouth. Cliff followed with his own release…Dean was forced to swallow as his mouth was filled with the bitter creamy fluid and he moaned in pleasure as he was creamed from both ends.
All three men took a moment to catch their breaths as Randy pulled himself out from underneath Dean, licked the cum off his lips, and stood up. “You taste fucking fantastic Dean.”
Steve slowly pulled out of Dean, as did Cliff, and together they helped Dean stand and led him over to the couch.
Randy watched as they sat Dean down onto the couch, “I want to lick you clean…lick Steve’s cum out of you.”
“Holy fucking hell,” Dean moaned as Randy dropped to his knees and crawled over towards the couch.
Randy pulled Dean’s ass to the edge and looked at the wet gaping hole, “Your sweet little hole looks well fucked.”
Cliff went behind the couch, grabbed Dean’s calves, and pulled the pretty boy’s hips slightly off the couch giving Randy easy access to Dean’s sweet place.
“Ohh…fuck…,” Dean whimpered as he felt Randy’s tongue running up and down his crack, pushing inside his body, licking the cum out of his hole.
Steve stroked his own cock back into hardness as he watched Randy’s tongue pleasuring Dean, “Randy here is our cum-slut…he loves the taste of it, loves to suck it, lick it.”
Randy pushed his tongue further inside Dean’s heat, tasting the bitterness of Steve’s seed on his tongue, smelling the muskiness of Dean’s ass, both of which caused him to groan and drool. He ran his hand up and down his own pole…wanting to be inside Dean’s body like the other two had. He abruptly pulled his mouth away, “I got to tap this sweet ass.”
Dean felt his body lifted easily, feeling like a rag doll as the three men placed him into position…Randy underneath him, his back resting against the other man’s chest.
Steve knelt down on the floor and placed Randy’s dick at Dean’s entrance, helping the other man to guide himself inside Dean’s wet heat, “Umm…that’s fucking hot as hell.”
Randy grabbed Dean’s thighs and spread them obscenely apart. He impaled the smaller man onto his thick girth, his cock throbbing inside Dean’s tightness.
Cliff came out from behind the couch, stood up on the cushions, placed his cock near Dean’s mouth, turned the boy’s head to the side, and began pushing inside, “Let’s give that mouth something to do…we all know how much you like this.”
Steve took turns looking at Dean’s ass and mouth…both holes stretched and filled with cock, “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this…such a willing little slut, aren’t you Dean?”
Dean moaned loudly around the thick phallus in his mouth. His own shaft began filling once again with blood, swelling to hardness on his stomach.
“Cliff, you might want to pull out for a bit,” Randy warned his friend. Once Cliff heeded his warning, Randy lifted Dean off his cock, “Lick his hole Steve...lick his little pussy.”
Steve eagerly licked at the red hole squeezing the head of his cock keeping another climax at bay.
Dean could feel the tongue licking, probing, invading his hole, “Umm…that’s so fucking goooood.”
After a few more licks, Steve grabbed Randy’s cock once again, lined the man’s shaft up with Dean’s hole, and watched as the other man once again pushed inside the willing body. “Yeah...fuck that tight little cunt...give that slut what he wants.”
Cliff pushed back inside Dean’s mouth, pulled harshly on the other man’s short hair, and spat on the place where his dick and Dean’s mouth connected, “Give it to him…I bet he’d like two dicks in that little hole.”
Dean whined in fear at the idea of having two pricks inside him and another in his mouth. He was terrified of being torn in two, of losing all control, of being impaled by all three men at the same time…yet, nothing excited him more.
Steve stood up and began to run a finger up Randy’s shaft. He ran his eager digit around Dean’s swollen leaking hole, touching the sensitive tissue, pushing his finger inside up against Randy’s hardness. He could feel the trembles emanating from Dean’s body, beginning to think that the boy might not want to go this far, but dismissed his doubts when Dean placed a hand onto his probing finger and pushed it in further into his body.
Steve opened Dean up as much as he could with his fingers, but his treacherous dick wanted inside that tightness so bad. Thus, he began pushing carefully into Dean’s body, not wanting to tear him or hurt him anymore than necessary.
Dean jerked his head away from Cliff’s cock, arched his back, and hissed in pain as Steve pushed inside his body. He felt the burn of the stretch, felt Randy’s hands bruising his thighs, heard Cliff’s ragged breathing, and pushed down the rush of panic he felt, and instead tried to focus on the pleasure of being penetrated by two cocks.
Randy let Steve drive, resting on the couch, being still inside Dean’s body, “That feels fucking amazing…so fucking tight.”
Steve stroked gently up into Dean’s body, aiming for the prostate, knowing that rubbing up against that spot would drive Dean over the edge.
Cliff placed the head of his cock back at Dean’s swollen pink lips, “Come on…open back up.”
Dean could feel the pain still, felt the rawness around his sensitive hole, the stretch giving little pleasure, but he opened his mouth for Cliff and allowed the other man to choke him with his cock once again.
Steve found the spot he was looking for and rubbed up against it, the extra pressure of two dicks on the bundle of nerves drove a spasm through Dean’s body, “There it is…watch him come undone…that’s it baby…cum on our cocks.”
Dean felt a spike of pleasure race up his spinal cord, up his swollen shaft, and he felt his body shuddering in release as he fell apart, as he came undone, his dick squirting ropes of pearly cum onto his stomach.
Cliff, who had the sense to pull out of Dean’s mouth right before the younger boy exploded in pleasure, coated the pretty face and mouth with his own milky release. He rubbed his seed onto Dean’s cheeks and lips, willing his heart to stop hammering so hard inside his chest.
Steve yelled his pleasure loudly as he spilled inside Dean’s hole, onto Randy’s cock, and smiled in delight as his friend in turn coated his dick with his jizz, both men filling Dean up with as much cum as possible.
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Dean passed out, lost track of what happened next, but woke up on the couch covered with a blanket and wrapped in Steve’s arms. He could feel the stickiness of the men’s sperm and sweat on his body, his ass was on fire, and his jaw ached, but he felt alive for the first time in months, and he closed his eyes willing himself to go back to sleep…wanting the pleasurable escape to last a little longer.
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