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keliosTitle: Bad Should Never Feel This Good, Part 1
Author: Kelios
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Wincest, Non-con (Dean is unable to withhold consent), choking, dp, orgasm denial
Pairing: John/Dean/Sam, eventual John/Sam and Sam/Dean, possible John/Dean
Summary: John and Sam arrange for Dean to get whammied by a succubus. Shows a very dark side of Sam and John.
A/N: Originally written for the spn_blindfold kink meme prompt Sam and John enthusiatically use a drugged/enspelled!Dean and posted in wincest as a stand alone short story called Anything. I've made some changes and I have a couple of chapters written that I'll try to put up once a week, though I don't know how many there will end up being.
Title: Bad Should Never Feel This Good, Part 1
Author: Kelios
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and John arrange for Dean to get whammied by a succubus. Pwp for the most part, shows a very dark side of Sam and John.
Warnings: NON-CON (DEAN IS UNABLE TO WITHHOLD CONSENT), DP, CHOKING, WINCEST. PLEASE DON'T READ IF THIS BOTHERS YOU.
Pairings: John/Dean/Sam
A/N: Written for the prompt John and Sam enthusiastically use drugged/enspelled!Dean at blindfold_Spn.
When Sam brings him the research on a possible succubus two states over, John doesn't even hesitate, just has Sam and Dean pack up and move out. He tries not to let his excitement show,and when Dean notices anyway, he passes it off as wanting to get on with the hunt. Somehow Dean fails to notice that Sam is just as eager as John, or maybe he's just happy that Sam is finally getting with the program. John doesn't know or care; he just wants this hunt to go smoothly.
She's taken up residence in an abandoned house not too far outside of town. When they pull up around sunset, John claps Dean on the shoulder.
"All right, son, you know what to do," he tells his oldest son. "Don't worry, I'll be right behind you, but I need to secure the back entrance, make sure she can't escape." Dean straightens, eager to prove himself, and God damn he's beautiful. John feels his cock stir at the thought of what's coming and he all but pushes Dean out of the car.
The fight is short and brutal. Dean is actually holding his own when John and Sam burst into the room, but the sight of Sam, who was supposed to wait outside, distracts Dean, and her claws slice into his shoulder, just enough to break the skin. John takes over, uses a blessed knife to destroy her heart, but by then Dean is well and truly under her spell, gasping and writhing on the floor. John makes sure the succubus is dead while Sam takes care of Dean--stripping his clothes off, tying his hands behind his back, cinching the black leather ring around his cock. As Sam works, he whispers reassuringly to his brother. It's okay, it's okay, gonna take good care of you, I promise....
Sam pushes Dean gently to his knees and runs a hand over his cheek. Dean turns into it, lips brushing Sam's palm. "Please, Sam," he whispers hoarsely, "need you to touch me, need you to fuck me...."
Sam's already hard, and his cock jerks hard when Dean begs to be fucked, but Sam has other things he wants to try first. He unzips his jeans and pulls himself out, groaning when Dean whispers, "Yeah, Sam, please, need you so much...."
Sam slides his cock between Dean's lips, holding Dean's head steady as he pushes in slowly until Dean's throat clenches around the head of his cock. The sight of Dean's red, swollen lips wrapped tight around him makes Sam a little crazy. He's dreamed about this so many times, but it was never like this, never this good. He's panting, trying not to hurt Dean, but Dean's mouth is fucking perfect and Dean is making these little sounds, gasps and moans like Sam is the best thing he's ever tasted as he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard on the head of Sam's dick.
Sam snaps his hips harder, pushes in deeper, shuddering with every thrust and every swirl of Dean's tongue. He's so close, can feel the pleasure and tension rising and spinning through him. It's a shock when John steps forward and wraps one huge hand tight around the back of Sam's neck and the buries other in Dean's hair, pulling them apart. For an instant Sam fights him, dazedly trying to reach his brother, but John gives him a little shake and he realizes what he's doing and steps back.
"My turn," John says. He's already naked, cock hard and ready, and he can see the need burning in Dean's eyes.
"Dad, please," Dean gasps, and his voice is already raspy and fucked out and that's all the encouragement John needs. He fists a hand in Dean's short hair and shoves in hard, tight wet heat dragging a groan from his throat.
John barely notices when Sam kneels behind his brother, but he can tell what Sam doing--his oldest son moans around him and the vibration resonates through him. He comes hard, feeling Dean's throat flutter around him, then drags his cock out of Dean's mouth and lets the last few drops spatter on his face. They stick in his eyelashes and trail down his cheeks like tears and John's never seen anything more beautiful.
Then he looks at his younger son. Sam's naked now, on his knees behind Dean with three fingers buried in his brother's ass, twisting and stretching. His lip is caught between his teeth and his cock is hard and leaking against his stomach and the sight makes John's mouth go dry with want. Sam pulls his fingers out and pushes Dean forward so that his ass is tilted invitingly, and John can't help but be impressed with Sam's self control as he slicks lube over himself before pushing in.
Dean is shaking and begging and rocking back toward Sam but Sam's first push is gentle, working his way in slowly and carefully until his balls are resting against Dean's ass. He stops for a deep, agonised breath, fighting for control, but Dean whimpers, whispers "Come on, Sammy, need you please god just fuck me" and Sam stops worrying about niceties. He thrusts into his brother, fingers gripping Dean's hips tight enough to leave bruises as he comes with a ragged cry.
John watches Sam pull out of his brother, watches the thick strings of come leak out of Dean's puffy stretched hole. Sam moves aside willingly, breath coming hard and fast as he collapses to his knees, eyes greedy as John scoops up the come leaking out of Dean and pushes it back in. John pulls Dean up and paints his lips sticky white, groaning when Dean eagerly licks and sucks his fingers clean. He shoves into Dean hard, and Dean's entire body jerks, pained keen deep in his throat as John sets a fast harsh rhythm.
Author: Kelios
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Wincest, Non-con (Dean is unable to withhold consent), choking, dp, orgasm denial
Pairing: John/Dean/Sam, eventual John/Sam and Sam/Dean, possible John/Dean
Summary: John and Sam arrange for Dean to get whammied by a succubus. Shows a very dark side of Sam and John.
A/N: Originally written for the spn_blindfold kink meme prompt Sam and John enthusiatically use a drugged/enspelled!Dean and posted in wincest as a stand alone short story called Anything. I've made some changes and I have a couple of chapters written that I'll try to put up once a week, though I don't know how many there will end up being.
Title: Bad Should Never Feel This Good, Part 1
Author: Kelios
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and John arrange for Dean to get whammied by a succubus. Pwp for the most part, shows a very dark side of Sam and John.
Warnings: NON-CON (DEAN IS UNABLE TO WITHHOLD CONSENT), DP, CHOKING, WINCEST. PLEASE DON'T READ IF THIS BOTHERS YOU.
Pairings: John/Dean/Sam
A/N: Written for the prompt John and Sam enthusiastically use drugged/enspelled!Dean at blindfold_Spn.
When Sam brings him the research on a possible succubus two states over, John doesn't even hesitate, just has Sam and Dean pack up and move out. He tries not to let his excitement show,and when Dean notices anyway, he passes it off as wanting to get on with the hunt. Somehow Dean fails to notice that Sam is just as eager as John, or maybe he's just happy that Sam is finally getting with the program. John doesn't know or care; he just wants this hunt to go smoothly.
She's taken up residence in an abandoned house not too far outside of town. When they pull up around sunset, John claps Dean on the shoulder.
"All right, son, you know what to do," he tells his oldest son. "Don't worry, I'll be right behind you, but I need to secure the back entrance, make sure she can't escape." Dean straightens, eager to prove himself, and God damn he's beautiful. John feels his cock stir at the thought of what's coming and he all but pushes Dean out of the car.
The fight is short and brutal. Dean is actually holding his own when John and Sam burst into the room, but the sight of Sam, who was supposed to wait outside, distracts Dean, and her claws slice into his shoulder, just enough to break the skin. John takes over, uses a blessed knife to destroy her heart, but by then Dean is well and truly under her spell, gasping and writhing on the floor. John makes sure the succubus is dead while Sam takes care of Dean--stripping his clothes off, tying his hands behind his back, cinching the black leather ring around his cock. As Sam works, he whispers reassuringly to his brother. It's okay, it's okay, gonna take good care of you, I promise....
Sam pushes Dean gently to his knees and runs a hand over his cheek. Dean turns into it, lips brushing Sam's palm. "Please, Sam," he whispers hoarsely, "need you to touch me, need you to fuck me...."
Sam's already hard, and his cock jerks hard when Dean begs to be fucked, but Sam has other things he wants to try first. He unzips his jeans and pulls himself out, groaning when Dean whispers, "Yeah, Sam, please, need you so much...."
Sam slides his cock between Dean's lips, holding Dean's head steady as he pushes in slowly until Dean's throat clenches around the head of his cock. The sight of Dean's red, swollen lips wrapped tight around him makes Sam a little crazy. He's dreamed about this so many times, but it was never like this, never this good. He's panting, trying not to hurt Dean, but Dean's mouth is fucking perfect and Dean is making these little sounds, gasps and moans like Sam is the best thing he's ever tasted as he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard on the head of Sam's dick.
Sam snaps his hips harder, pushes in deeper, shuddering with every thrust and every swirl of Dean's tongue. He's so close, can feel the pleasure and tension rising and spinning through him. It's a shock when John steps forward and wraps one huge hand tight around the back of Sam's neck and the buries other in Dean's hair, pulling them apart. For an instant Sam fights him, dazedly trying to reach his brother, but John gives him a little shake and he realizes what he's doing and steps back.
"My turn," John says. He's already naked, cock hard and ready, and he can see the need burning in Dean's eyes.
"Dad, please," Dean gasps, and his voice is already raspy and fucked out and that's all the encouragement John needs. He fists a hand in Dean's short hair and shoves in hard, tight wet heat dragging a groan from his throat.
John barely notices when Sam kneels behind his brother, but he can tell what Sam doing--his oldest son moans around him and the vibration resonates through him. He comes hard, feeling Dean's throat flutter around him, then drags his cock out of Dean's mouth and lets the last few drops spatter on his face. They stick in his eyelashes and trail down his cheeks like tears and John's never seen anything more beautiful.
Then he looks at his younger son. Sam's naked now, on his knees behind Dean with three fingers buried in his brother's ass, twisting and stretching. His lip is caught between his teeth and his cock is hard and leaking against his stomach and the sight makes John's mouth go dry with want. Sam pulls his fingers out and pushes Dean forward so that his ass is tilted invitingly, and John can't help but be impressed with Sam's self control as he slicks lube over himself before pushing in.
Dean is shaking and begging and rocking back toward Sam but Sam's first push is gentle, working his way in slowly and carefully until his balls are resting against Dean's ass. He stops for a deep, agonised breath, fighting for control, but Dean whimpers, whispers "Come on, Sammy, need you please god just fuck me" and Sam stops worrying about niceties. He thrusts into his brother, fingers gripping Dean's hips tight enough to leave bruises as he comes with a ragged cry.
John watches Sam pull out of his brother, watches the thick strings of come leak out of Dean's puffy stretched hole. Sam moves aside willingly, breath coming hard and fast as he collapses to his knees, eyes greedy as John scoops up the come leaking out of Dean and pushes it back in. John pulls Dean up and paints his lips sticky white, groaning when Dean eagerly licks and sucks his fingers clean. He shoves into Dean hard, and Dean's entire body jerks, pained keen deep in his throat as John sets a fast harsh rhythm.
John punches into Dean one last time, pushing Sam even deeper, and Sam comes with Dean clenching impossibly tight around him as he gags and chokes and it's all Sam can do not to fall as his vision whites out.
When Sam comes back to himself, Dean is on his back, moaning and arching as John strokes him teasingly. Dean's cock is swollen and red against his stomach, and he's pleading with John, begging his father to let him come.
"What do you think, Sammy?" John asks, and Sam smiles lazily.
"Not yet," he says. "Wanna fuck him one more time, feel him come on my cock."
John shrugs and sucks the head of Dean's cock thoughfully for a moment, holding Dean's hips down with an iron grip. "You heard him, Dean. That what you want?"
Dean shudders, muscles wracking almost painfully tight. "Please, Sammy," he whispers, throat too raw for anything louder, and Sam smiles again, leans forward to press his lips to Dean's ear. "Told you I'd take good care of you, Dean, didn't I?" he whispers, and his brother shudders again.
At Sam's nod, John unties Dean, who immediately wraps himself around Sam. His hands cup Sam's face and he kisses him, long and slow and sweet as Sam slides into him. They stay like that for one long perfect moment, then Sam feels his brother stiffen and tremble against him as John forces his way inside as well. Sam can feel his father's cock inside his brother, sliding slick and hard against his own and he shudders, strange shock of pleasure rolling through him. His grip on his brother changes, tightens, and he fucks into him mindlessly, pulling Dean down to meet him with every violent thrust and he can feel John rubbing against him with every stroke. Dean writhes between them, tears overflowing, mouth open in a silent sob as they stretch him impossibly wide, and finally John takes pity on him.
"Ready, Dean?" he whispers in his son's ear, and Dean just whimpers, too strung out to even beg. John's fingers find and release the cock ring as he and Sam both push in hard.
Dean's entire body spasms as he comes with a scream, pleasure and pain tearing through him. He clenches hard around his brother and father and they all collapse together in a sweaty, messy heap.
Afterwards, Sam helps John get Dean cleaned up. As they carry him to the car, he smiles at his father, already wondering when they can do this again.
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Dean is still unconcious when they reach to the motel, and Sam is practically asleep on his feet. John gets them safely inside and in bed, then cleans himself up, wishing he could collapse on the other bed and sleep for a week himself. But there's still work to be done.
He gets back to the abandoned house about an hour before dawn. Everything is as they left it, and John scatters gasoline and salt around the room before kneeling next to the body. He picks up one limp wrist and makes a careful cut at the base of the palm. It isn't hard to find what he's looking for: a small membrane filled with clear liquid. John digs a small glass bottle and a pair of gloves out of his bag and carefully punctures the sac of liquid. It fills the bottle almost completely and John caps it and whispers a few words in a strange language. The arcane symbols etched into the glass glow briefly and John tucks the bottle away carefully, satisfied that it will preserve the precious fluid indefinitely.
John watches a few minutes to make sure the house is well and truly alight before driving off to call 911 and report the fire. On the drive back to the motel, he pulls out the bottle of venom and rubs his fingers over the cap, already thinking about next time.