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      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, Original_Male_Character(s), John
      Winchester
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      Come_Swallowing, Cooking_with_Urine, Pregnant_Dean, Forced_Pregnancy,
      Pregnant_with_Monster, Mpreg, Forced_Feeding, Handcuffs, Bed-Wetting,
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      Play, Collars, Father/Son_Incest, Butt_Plugs, Sex_Toys, Dildos, Enemas
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Cursid_Existence_of_Dean_Winchester
  Collections:
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  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-28 Completed: 2017-04-03 Chapters: 8/8 Words: 16433
****** A Monster Worse Than Any Nightmare ******
by NotSoClean_(MrWilliamJamesBooma)
Summary
     Dean is eighteen and left to watch his brother while their dad hunts.
     Trying to prove himself to his dad, Dean tries hunting something in
     the town their in and falls into the supernatural creatures trap. Now
     both Sam and Dean's lives are going to change in ways they never
     imagined.
Notes
     Just a heads up, this is the first of what will be a trilogy of
     stories and probably some of my darkest writing yet.
***** Prologue *****
The whole world had turned upside down, nothing had gone as planned, and
nothing was as it should be.
Sam was naked, on his hands and knees on top of the expensive dinning room
table. This was not their table, or more like it was not the the small round
table that resided in the current house which their dad had dropped them off at
before ditching them for another hunt. This house belonged to strangers, a
married couple slaughtered to lure two hunters into a trap, and Sam's older
brother Dean just had to prove to their father that he could hunt demons too,
and had dragged Sam along for the hunt.
Sam would have rather been at home (or more like the current house they were
squatting in) studying for the next day's history exam than be here helping his
brother on his ghost chase. It wasn't like Dean didn't have good evidence
though that something strange was going on. There was either a demon, ghost or
something on the lose killing childless married couples in the forties or it
was a serial killer. And Dean had this gut feeling that the 'Mervins' that
lived four doors down would be the next victims. And Dean's gut was right, it
just turned out they were too late, they found the couple in the living room,
their heads separated from their bodies.
While they were looking at the two bodies, a humanoid shadow seen out of the
corner of his eye caught Sam's attention. He had turned to look at it when
everything had gone blank. Then he simply woke up stuck in this position.
Sam was unable to move an inch, hexed steel cuffs adorn each of his wrists and
ankles, and while none of them were attached to anything in particular, they
still kept him stationary with his sweaty palms glued to the wooden table, with
his knees spread out, making a sort of v shape behind him, giving easy access
to his ass and cock that hung beneath him.
The air outside the house may have been arctic cold, but the air inside was
hot, as if the monster had turned the furnace-stat all the way up to its
maximum limit. All he could hear was his own heavy breaths and nothing else.
Unbeknownst to him there was a sound bubble surrounding him, letting his own
sounds out, while blocking other sounds from coming in.
His eyes were open, but all he could see was the creamy-brown painted wall
before him which looked as if it had been painted just a week ago. A window
with its curtains closed laid in the middle of the wall, while framed photos of
the upper-middle class couple and their relatives hung randomly in a pleasing
order.
This situation made Sam shiver to the bone. He'd been captured once by a
monster when he was a few years younger, but that time was much different. That
monster hadn't stripped him of all his clothing. And that time Dean had come
along just afterwards and slain the shapeshifter before it could do anything.
This time, even though he couldn't see Dean, he feared Dean was stuck in a
similar position as he was, or an even worse position. What really troubled him
though was that last time he had known what had captured him, this time he
still had no ideal what it was, a demon, a witch, a ghost, another kind of
monster. He knew that whatever this thing was, it was somewhere behind him,
either in this room or the front hall. He didn't know how but he could sense
it, just as he could somehow sense that Dean was still alive.
The sudden feeling of cold metal against him shocked Sam back into the present.
With his legs spread at the angle they were his ass cheeks were parted enough
that anyone could easily see his pucker hole without any obstruction to the
view. Due to this when he felt the steel cylinder press up against his virgin
hole he was shocked to hell. If he had to guess it was a pipe, and while before
he hadn't even thought about the fact that being in such a position could mean
that the creature was going to rape him, now it definitely did. But if the
creature was going to rape him, wouldn't it use its cock?
The steel cylinder forced its way in, slowly stretching the entrance ring of
muscle to his tunnel. Being parted slowly caused a slight pain, but more than
anything it caused an uncomfortable feeling. He was smart enough to know that
this could be much worse, that this thing could have a larger circumference and
cause great amounts of pain. The hollow cylinder had fully breached him when he
felt the fin like nub on the top of the cylinder, digging into the muscle as it
forced its way in and creating a far more intense pain, and even some bleeding
he was unaware of.
As the cylinder continued its way up his passage with the fin digging into his
vulnerable, sensitive anal walls, he came to a sudden realization of what this
thing was, it wasn't a pipe, but instead a single barrel shotgun. The fin had
to be the sight and the cylinder was the barrel, so yes he was now being
impaled by a fucking shotgun, quite possibly the one Dean had brought along
with them.
The barrel of the gun continued onward, traveling deeper and deeper into his
hole until it stopped, the for-end of the gun resting just outside the hole. He
closed his eyes tight. If this monster wanted to kill him why not just blow his
head off, why shove a gun up his ass?
He could hear the trigger being pulled back, the sound magnified in his ears as
he waited for everything to end as the bullet flew out of the chamber. But no
bullet came, nothing happened, everything went still for minutes or hours or
days, it was hard to really tell. Then he could hear the trigger being pulled
back a second time. And still nothing happened. Was this creature playing
Russian Roulette with him? It seemed like it, but you can't play Russian
Roulette with a shotgun, so what was going on?
The barrel slowly began to retreat, and Sammy prayed to any higher being
listening his thanks, but then suddenly the gun was pushing forwards again,
with greater speed and much greater force. His cock suddenly filled with blood,
becoming hard in a painful way, feeling like he'd been erect for hours on in.
The gun continued its assault on Sam's anal hole growing wickeder with its
thrusts each time, causing his cock to twitch with unwanted excitement.
Suddenly it hit something deep within, something which clouded his vision with
white light. His balls churned, and suddenly he was cumming, shooting out long
strands of rope semen from his cock onto the table under him. He came and came,
as the gun stopped with in and suddenly Sam fell unconscious, still stuck in
that position.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Dean could see Sammy clearly. He could see his brother in ways that no older
sibling ever wanted to see their baby brother (and yes, baby brother, just
because Sammy was 16 going on 17 didn't mean he wasn't still Dean's baby
brother). Sammy's nakedness was crystal clear to the naked eye, and worse yet
he was on his hands and knees atop that table, facing the other direction with
his long, bony legs spread out, giving a better view to Sammy's anal passage
than Dean, or anyone for that matter, ever really needed to see.
It stung Dean deeply to see his little brother like that when he could do
nothing about it. He himself was frozen in place, standing at attention like a
fucking cadet, stripped of all his clothing as well and forced to look onward
at his brother.
If he could go back, Dean would. This had been his stupid ideal. He was the one
who wanted to impress their father by discovering and vanquishing whatever
supernatural presence that he had become convinced was going to slaughter the
Mervins who lived four doors down. Guess what, he had been right, but little
comfort does being right give you in a situation such as this.
The son-of-a-bitch-thing was laughing. It was standing between him and Sammy,
facing Dean and it was fucking laughing. Dean already wanted to wrangle that
fucking thing's neck, but he still had no ideal which of the two it was, it
could either be a shapeshifter or a demon, neither were particularly good
options.
"Like my new look" it asked in a playful tone. Dean knew the voice so well, he
had heard it a thousand times, the voice of his father. The thing before him
was his father, at least in appearance, voice and even smell.
"Get the hell out of MY FATHER'S BODY" Dean shouted at it trying to keep his
eyes focused on the floor, or side wall, anywhere but on his brother or the
thing wearing his father's naked skin. Just as no brother needed to see their
brother in such a position, no son needed to see their father in all his hairy
glory. No son should ever see a father in full frontal, Dean wanted to see that
as much as he wanted to have an alligator bite off his nads.
"My, such an alpha, I like it. Now, I'm not your father though Dean, and this
isn't his body, I've just taken his appearance for the time being. The name's
Ezek, but if you'd rather call me Dada or Father, than go right on ahead, I
enjoy some kink" the thing said as it stepped forward slowly. Was it a rule
that all evil things needed to have sarcasm? It seemed to find it's own remarks
humorous and if it wasn't that Dean and Sammy were in these less-than-desirable
positions, well than Dean might have laughed too. At least he had ruled demon
possession out, that is if this thing wasn't lying. But if it wasn't a demon
than it had to be a shapeshifter, and if that was the case his father was most
likely dead. But shapeshifters weren't known to be this powerful, from what he
had read in his father's journal (and the one time he had helped his father
hunt one), shapeshifters didn't have the power to freeze you're body like
Dean's currently was, or radiate power like the coils of a heater, which this
thing currently was doing.
"What are you then, a shapeshifter?"
"What I am is not particularly important right now, however what is important
is that you submit yourself to me, willingly" It said taking on a sudden far
more serious tone. The same serious tone that his own father seemed to use
ninety-nine percent of the time.
"Fuck You"
"No Deano, that's what I need to do to you, but I can not without your vocal
permission"
Dean laughed. "In what world would I ever let you fuck me"
"I thought you might need some persuading"
Dean had forgotten all about the shotgun he had brought in with him when Sam
and him had came to investigate this house, that was until he saw it floating
past his head and continuing on its way toward Sammy. "Stop" he cried out, but
the gun continued onwards, seeming to aim not for his brother's head, but
aiming for Sammy's ass. Then it was there, a place no gun ever belonged, and he
heard his brother's muffled protests as the gun impaled itself into Sammy's
hole and continued inwards until it finally came to a stop.
"I just love the game 'Russian Roulette' don't you" Ezek said. Right now Dean
wouldn't mind playing the game with a gun to Ezek's head. If he could he would
rip this whatever-it-is to shreds, and then put all the pieces back together
and rip him to shreds again. And then maybe repeat the process a few more
times.
"It's quite fun with a shotgun, my favorite way to play actually. It may not
have a revolver like a handgun, but I fixed that by enchanting your gun so that
it will place a bullet in the chamber randomly once within six shots" Ezek
explained. Dean watched as the trigger pulled back, yet nothing happened. "Even
I don't know when the bullet will appear in the chamber. How about we try a
second time"
Dean knew he was screaming and cursing while the trigger slowly pulled back a
second time, but he had no ideal what he said. He thanked his lucky stars when
nothing happened the second time.
"Ready for a third time"
"Stop, no, I'll do it. I submit, you can fuck me, do whatever, just stop,
alright" Damned this thing for knowing Sammy was his greatest weakness, for
knowing Dean would do anything to prevent Sammy from dying. Sammy was his
little brother, and it was his job, his responsibility to protect Sammy no
matter what. Period. No exceptions.
In his gut, he felt like he had just sold his soul, and maybe he just did, but
at the moment all that mattered was his brother.
"Good choice Deano" Ezek said moving forward some more till it was blocking
Dean's view of Sammy, who himself was now being fucked by the gun that had
almost killed him. Ezek took ahold of Dean's chin and forced a short open-
mouthed kiss upon Dean. It was disgusting, to feel those lips against his, to
feel his father's facial hair scratch against Dean's own shaved skin, to find
himself forced to taste the saliva and not do anything about it. But luckily as
quickly as it had started, it stopped and his father...no, this was not his
father it was...Ezek grabbed his naked ass cheek with its other hand and
whispered into his ear "I love taking hetero men's gay virginity, and you my
son are going to be extra sweet"
Ezek backed up a step and the knife Dean had entered with materialized in
Ezek's hand. The creature used it to make a gash in Dean's forearm, just deep
enough to bring about blood, but not deep enough to do any actual damage. It
used its hands to generously apply the blood to its hardening cock, lubing it
for what was to come.
"So will you tell me now what the fuck you are" Dean asked trying to distract
this thing with conversation as it positioned itself behind Dean. He felt the
large sex organ that belonged to his father begin to push itself forwards
between Dean's ass cheeks, leaving behind traces of Dean's own blood on the way
forwards. It stopped just before it reached the opening to his virgin hole. A
hole that in his mind was never made to be penetrated.
"I'm a Sucumbianopet"
"Sounds like a mouthful. Never heard of it"
"My kind are a rare bread."
"So what's your game here exactly, is raping sons with their father's body your
MO"
Ezek didn't answer. It shoved forwards, thrusting its fat cock into Dean's hole
hard with one thrust, stretching Dean's walls farther than they were meant to
be, causing great pain immediately. Dean grunted through his teeth and tried to
bare it without giving the creature the satisfaction of his screams, but it
didn't work, the pain was so intense that a scream quickly escaped his lungs,
followed by a second softer one.
"You know all you need to know about me for the given time" Ezek said as it
started to pull its blood-lubed cock back out, leaving only the mushroom head
with in. "And this isn't rape, my dear son, you submitted, gave your consent."
It shoved its self back in harder and deeper, drawing another scream from Dean
who felt like he was being ripped apart back there.
"Say what you want buddy, this is rape" Dean choked out, fighting the tears
that were falling from his eyes. The tears had his sight a tad bit blurry, but
he was not taking his vision off his brother. Sammy's ass was clearly being
fucked by the shotgun like his own ass was being violated by this mad thing,
except he could hear loud moans of pleasure coming from his brother, and see a
hard cock hanging down between the spread legs. And God-Damn-It, Dean realized
that he too had sprung a boner, his body was betraying him, as he suddenly felt
his cock's demand for release. Even if he could move his hands and jerk
himself, there was no way he would do that, he wanted no pleasure to come from
such a terrible act that was being forced upon him.
Ezek grabbed Dean by the hips, and pushed Dean up against what seemed to be an
invisible wall right in front of him. "Beg for me boy" It said, and for an
instant he almost forgot that this wasn't actually his father.
"Fuck no"
"Should I pull the gun's trigger again"
"No, fine, fuck me, fuck me hard, yeah babe like that, that's the spot, I want
your seed in me. You happy, I'm not familiar with begging like a whore"
"In time Dean you will be" Ezek than began to really fuck him, it thrusted in
and out with a much greater strength and force, keeping Dean against that
invisible barrier as Dean felt like some kind of two-bit whore, that hung
around at some of the bars. It was rough and every time it seemed his ass was
adjusting and the pain was going down some, than the monster would change
something and create an even worse pain. He could feel and hear as its, his
fathers, hairy balls slapped against Dean's own, he could feel the bushy patch
of pubic hair as it tickled Dean's skin whenever it made contact.
Suddenly Ezek hit something within Dean and Dean's cock twitched, as unwanted
pleasure radiated from that spot deep with in. His breaths were suddenly
becoming hard and erratic as the creature kept hitting that magical spot inside
that made the intense pain and pleasure mix, confusing Dean's cock even worse
and causing it to leak pre in a small stream.
Ezek continued its assault on Dean's ass, and Dean was forgetting this was rape
as his cock ached harder than ever before for release. He wanted to reach down
and grab himself now, forgetting his own reservations against it, but his arms
still wouldn't move on their own accord. But then with another thrust his cock
was shooting its sperm out hard against the invisible wall before Dean.
Dean's orgasm set off Ezek, and suddenly Dean's insides were being flooded by
the Sucumbianopet's seed. He was being filled up like his ass was a gas tank
and Ezek's cock was the hose. Ezek released more cum than any human male should
ever be able to produce, and then it was pulling out.
As soon as Ezek was all the way out though, Dean's no longer virgin hole came
to life as it closed in on itself and sealed itself shut as if the entrance had
never been there between his cheeks. He could still feel the full tunnel
within, just there was no entrance to it anymore.
The invisible barrier vanished and Dean fell face first forwards, hitting his
head on the wooden, dinning room floor and going unconscious for a few moments.
As he came to again, a great ache radiating from his head now along with from
his used ass, he found he could move once again on his own. Ezek was at the
table, using his fingers to wipe up the cum that Sammy had sprayed upon the
table and dispense it into his gaping mouth.
Dean was filled with so much rage and anger that he got himself up, ignoring
the burning ache of bruised muscles and weak joints. He picked up the discarded
knife and ran at the thing, but found himself frozen again a foot away from the
thing.
"Now that's no way to treat your master" Ezek said turning to Dean. It placed
its cum-covered finger into Dean's mouth, and to Deans horror he found himself
licking it cleaning, licking his brother's cum and tasting it for the first
time, and hopefully last.
As the finger retreated from his mouth, Dean finally put together what the
thing had just said to him. "I'm no slave" Dean said to it.
"You're right, you're not, or at least not in any typical way. But trust me
when I say your life will never be the same" It said. It placed its finger to
Dean's forehead and everything went black.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Dean awoke in his bed, or at least the bed that was his until their dad came
back and decided it was time to move again. The room was dark, the only light
that came in his bedroom was from the streetlight outside and it was dim due to
the closed curtains it was being filtered through.
He was burning up, engulfed in heat. It was hard to tell if the heat was
radiating out from within him or if it was in the air around him. What was easy
to tell was that he was drenched in sweat. He threw off the cover and sheet
atop of himself, they too soaked in his sweat, along with the sheets underneath
him, and possibly the mattress.
He sat up, his muscles aching in protest. His brain was pounding too in his
skull and he felt like he might puke at any time. So he forced himself up out
of the bed and stumbled across the room in his birthday suit. He couldn't
remember anything from the past twenty-four hours or so, but his best guess was
that he must have partied like a rock star last night and now he was receiving
his punishment. This wasn't the first time he had been hungover, and it
certainly wouldn't be the last, he was only eighteen meaning he had decades
more drinking ahead of him.
He stumbled through the short hall and into the rental house's sole bathroom,
his target being the toilet, his stomach getting more queasy by the second.
Every single one of his muscles seemed to be quite sore, though he didn't stop
to wonder why.
He didn't bother shutting the bathroom door or even flicking on the lights, he
just dropped to his knees in front of the marble toilet ready to let whatever
was brewing in his belly have its way and come back up the way it went it.
The storm within pushed its way up, and he naturally made the motions of puking
although nothing actually came out. He suddenly found himself unable to breath,
he grabbed his throat as he gasped for breath which was unable to reach his
lungs. There was some kind of mass lodged way down in his throat and moving
upwards, but not quickly enough.
Cupping both hands together he tried to do the Heimlich to himself, but that
wasn't working so he just started beating his throat with his fist which seemed
to make whatever was traveling upwards move faster. Dizziness came over him
just before the large mass finally exited his esophagus and landed on his
tongue, filling his mouth with the most sickening taste one could ever imagine.
He had to open his jaw extremely wide in order to spit it out into the toilet,
and he quickly took a deep breath, followed by another and another until he was
breathing properly again.
The horrible chalky taste was still in his mouth when he peered into the toilet
to see what in hell had just came out of him. It was a turd. A large brown mass
of human shit.
Suddenly he felt a second mass begin to make its way up his esophagus. He
instantly began choking on it, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the first one.
This one was smaller meaning he could at least get some air to his lungs.
His brain was still trying to comprehend what was in the toilet before him. He
had just thrown up a fully formed log of shit, which could mean two things,
that he had ate someone's shit and was now throwing it back up, or his body had
reversed itself to make him take a shit through his mouth. He wasn't sure which
one was worse.
As soon as the second turd reached his mouth he felt a third tiny one begin to
make its elevator ride up his throat. He spat the mass of shit in his mouth out
as quickly as he could.
He felt a sensation in the back of his nose, the one you tend to feel right
before you sneeze. He did sneeze, but instead of mucus coming out of his nose,
something else happened. It felt like a switch was flipped and two streams of
warm liquid came rushing out of his nose and down his face and into the toilet
he was huddled over. He was pissing, he was pissing out of his god-damn nose.
The two streams of urine ran dry just as the final ball of shit reached his
mouth. This one had the worst taste of all of them, and it was much more slimy.
He could feel the trails of shit it had left along his esophagus on the way up.
As he spit the final turd out he felt more sick to his stomach than he ever had
before. He began dry-heaving, going through the motions of puking, but now
nothing was coming up.
Getting control over himself, he got up and leaned on the sink. There was a cup
there which Sammy used for when he brushed his teeth, and it would work just
fine. Dean filled it with water and used it to try and wash the taste of shit
out of his mouth. He filled the cup over and over again until he got it out the
best he could.
Turning off the faucet he was overcame by a wave of exhaustion. He started to
attempt to make his way back to the bedroom, but he was unsteady on his legs
and fell over onto the cold tile floor. He tried to lift himself back up but he
was so tired he just fell asleep instead.
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When Dean awoke the next morning, he was in his bed and felt like a new man in
the best shape of his life. He dismissed the event with the shit coming out his
mouth as just a fucked-up dream. He showered, dressed and found Sammy already
in the kitchen eating stale Cheerio's.
Sam wanted a ride to school, and seeing as how Dean clearly needed to restock
the kitchen with stuff that was actually edible until their father got back, he
agreed to drop him off on his way to the store.
The nearest Shnucks wasn't far from the school He grabbed a cart and wondered
for what had to be the millionth time in the last two weeks why his Dad had
dumped them here. Whatever their dad was hunting had to be pretty bad for him
to leave Dean stranded here with his brother instead of taking him too as had
been the case with the quite some time now that they were older.
Dean skipped the produce isle altogether and headed straight for the dairy isle
instead, grabbing essentials like milk, eggs, cheese, and butter. He had this
strange sensation like he was forgetting something, like there had been
something supernatural here in the good sized town that he had been hunting on
his own. The thoughts were so foggy and scattered though that he just dismissed
as nothing and headed to the bread isle, they were going to have grilled cheese
for dinner tonight, one of the few things that Dean could actually cook
decently.
He stopped halfway down the isle across from a middle-aged man who was on the
other side browsing over the wide variety of peanut butter they had. Upon
seeing the dude a chill went down Dean's spine, and then their eyes locked, and
Dean became even more creeped out.
"Can I help you with something buddy" Dean finally asked the black haired,
beer-gutted fellow.
"Yeah, you can suck my cock" the guy told him as a sinister grin formed on his
tan face.
"Fuck off Dude. I'm no homo" Dean said, planting his feet as if he might have
to fight this guy or something. As great of reflexes as Dean had the guy
managed to grab him by the wrist though.
"Neither am I" the guy said. "But your mouth is just crying to be fucked by my
cock". The guy grabbed Dean by the shoulders and pushed him down onto his
knees, and Dean just let the guy do it, his body strangely didn't put up any
resistance. As wrong as Dean knew it was deep down, he was overcome with a need
to obey this stranger. It was really all that mattered to him all of a sudden,
being obediant.
He watched with a strange anticipation as the guy unzipped his jeans and freed
his erection so that it was staring Dean in the face. Without even thinking,
just doing, Dean licked his lips, ready to taste this man's cock.
"Ok fag, show me what your mouth could do" the guy said. Dean was on that cock
like a dog who found a bone. He knew he had never sucked a cock before in his
life and yet he felt like he had done it a million times before. He was so
hyper-focused on the cock presented to him that he even forgot they were in a
public place.
Dean felt like he was just warming up when he felt the man tense. Suddenly
Dean's mouth was being filled with semen, what wasn't landing on the back of
his tongue was going straight down his throat. And he couldn't get enough of
it, he kept sucking like a baby on a bottle, until finally the man pushed Dean
off him.
Putting his cock away and zipping back up his jeans, the guy looked down at
Dean with a look of puzzlement. "What just happened" the guy asked.
Dean was just about to tell the guy exactly what happened, when he too came
down with a sudden case of amnesia and couldn't recall what he had just done
then or why in the world he was on his knees. The guy moved on with his cart to
the next isle while Dean stood up confused himself, wondering what the strange
taste was in the back of his mouth. He grabbed a loaf of bread and then
continued to the frozen dinners aisle having forgotten that anything out of the
ordinary had just happened.
After checking out Dean headed back to the house and spent pretty much the rest
of the day on the couch, snacking on a multitude of cheesy chips and crackers
while watching stupid cop shows. He was definitely going to have to find
something better to do with his time tomorrow.
By the time seven rolled around, they had already ate and Dean found himself
exhausted and headed to bed for an early night.
***** Chapter 3 *****
When Dean awoke around three or so in the morning he felt worse than miserable.
His whole body was burning with intense heat from the inside out, and the
sheets underneath him (all the ones which had been atop him now seemed to be on
the floor) were saturated in his sweat. If that wasn't bad enough his skin was
crawling while his brain was pounding in his skull, throbbing violently as if
trying to escape the confounds of his head. There was his stomach which felt
somewhat queasy and then there was the itch, a itch deep within his throat, an
itch that was more mental than physical and desperate for whatever it was it
wanted.
He wasted no time getting up and heading out of his room. He wasn't sure where
he was heading? He just...and it hit him like a bug hitting a windshield, he
needed cum, he needed sperm, the only way to cure his current ailment was with
another guy's spunk down his throat. It didn't even matter whose spunk it was,
he just knew he needed another guy's cum and that was that. And the fact that
he needed it didn't even really bother him in the slightest, he knew it should,
but he had no ideal at the moment why it should.
He stumbled out into the hallway. He knew he had to get the hell out of this
place. He had to go find someone, anyone with a dick that he could suck at til
it gave him the sweet, sweet relief he wanted through its magical cum.
The sound of snoring pierced his eardrums. It was a male snoring. It was his
brother snoring. And his brother was right through that door. But most
importantly his brother had a working cock. He wanted that cock, no he needed
that cock.
Dean didn't turn any lights on as he entered his brother's bedroom, the little
bit of light coming in through Sammy's open window was more than enough to see
by. He stumbled to the twin sized bed his brother was sleeping in and fell to
his knees beside, his eyes glued to the spot where his brother's groin was. He
was on a mission and nothing was going to stop him. Just mere inches away from
him was a cock that could give him the relief he was seeking.
Grabbing a hold of the sheet, Dean pulled it back to find Sammy was only
wearing cotton pajama bottoms, which were easy to pull down to the teenagers
knees. Sammy's half-harden erection was now free of any confines and waiting
for Dean.
A moment of clarity seeped into Dean's consciousness. He couldn't do this, this
was his brother, this was his brother's cock he was about to...the moment of
clarity was swept away as quickly as it had came with another pounding in his
brain. Wasting no time, Dean bent over Sammy's groin and took the rather large
cock into his mouth, and began servicing it like the blow-job pro he seemed to
believe he was at the moment.
The second Dean had taken his brother's cock into his mouth he had felt great
relief. The symptoms didn't go away all together, but they were lessened
greatly.
Seeing as how Sammy was still a teenager, it took only a minute for his cock to
shoot its beautiful release into Dean's mouth, and Dean accepted it like a
thirsty man would accept water. He swallowed as much of it as he could until
the cock ran dry. Releasing it from his mouth, Dean slumped back against Sam's
bed, a feeling of serenity overcoming him as the symptoms from need disappeared
completely. With heavy eyes he fell back to sleep.
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Dean spit the turd out of his mouth, as he felt a third smaller one begin its
descent up his throat. He decided then and there that he was going on a pure
liquid diet and until he figured out what the hell was going on.
He had awoken on his brother's bedroom floor (and he wasn't sure why he was on
his brother's floor) with a feeling that he needed to use the rest room, and
the second he had the door shut it had all came flooding back to him and he
realized shitting out of his mouth the previous night hadn't been a dream.
The smallish ball of shit pushed its way past Dean's tonsils and onto the back
of Dean's tongue and Dean spit it out as quickly as he could. He couldn't
figure out why he was shitting from his mouth. He reached into his boxers and
did something he never did before, stuck a finger between his butt cheeks to
feel his asshole. It felt like his asshole was no longer there, or at least the
opening to it, and his finger confirmed it when all it found was smooth skin.
Where in the hell had his asshole gone too?
Once the third and final turd was out of his mouth he grabbed his tooth brush
and tooth paste and went to work trying to clean his mouth. Half way through he
burped, but what came out was no ordinary burp, it smelled, and tasted
like...oh god he was farting out of his fucking mouth now also.
He continued brushing, running the tooth brush over every tiny surface anywhere
within his mouth until he was sure it was as clean as he could get it. He then
followed it up with using Listerine three times and throwing away his tooth
brush, knowing he was going to need to get a new one.
The moment the tooth brush entered the waste basket the memory of shitting out
of his mouth was erased from his mind yet again and he was left wondering why
he was in there. Looking at the clock he figured he probably should take a
shower, Sam would be up in less than an hour.
***** Chapter 5 *****
After taking Sam to school, Dean spent most of the morning scouring over the
newspapers he had bought. He was hoping to find something weird in this town
going on, something possibly supernatural that he could hunt. He had far too
much time on his hands and he was going rather stir crazy, he would much rather
be with his dad hunting something than be here babysitting his brother.
Unfortunately he found nothing in the papers to go on, just something about
childless married couples being beheaded, but that was probably just some
serial killer.
He tried calling a few girls he had met since they had came here, but that went
nowhere either, they all had excuses why they couldn't go do anything with him.
So being somewhat lazy, and having a slight headache by the time noon came
around he spent most of the afternoon on the couch watching stupid movies with
far too many commercial breaks. Somewhere along the line he fell asleep, and
stayed asleep.
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When Dean awoke, he was drenched in sweat much like the previous night, only
this time he was on the couch. The television was off, all the lights were out,
and it was clearly sometime at night. But he was more focused on his head at
the moment, it felt like miniature bombs were going off throughout his skull.
His stomach was twisted in knots that were twisted into bigger knots and he was
shaking like an addict trying to kick the habit by going cold turkey. And then
there was the itch. An itch deep within his throat.
Memories of the previous night with Sammy flooded back into Dean's head like a
damn that had broken, and he knew what he needed to cure the misery he was
currently in. Part of him, whatever sane part was left of him at the moment,
knew he shouldn't do it, he shouldn't use his brother again in such a way. But
he was also desperate and that desperation won out.
He stumbled through the small house until he was in Sammy's room, nearly
falling over twice before he reached his destination. He wasted no time in
pulling back Sam's covers, to find that Sam was sleeping bare-assed naked
tonight, with a cock already hard and ready for Dean's mouth.
Dean quickly reintroduced his mouth to Sam's sex organ, taking it deep within
his oral cavern and feeling the symptoms lessen until they were nearly all the
way gone. But more important to him now, far more important than lessening the
symptoms was the need to get pleasure for Sammy, the need to get his brother
off and fill his stomach with his brother's magnificent seed.
There was a moan which hadn't came from himself, and it was followed by a bony
hand ruffling its fingers through Dean's short, kind-of fuzzy hair.
"Dean" Sam hissed. Dean couldn't reply though, he had a mouth full of cock at
the moment.
"Dean, Stop and look at me!" Sam ordered. Dean stopped, not that he wanted to,
he wanted to keep going on this cock...wait not want, need, he needed this
cock. How could he ever really want to blow his brother's cock, he had to do
this to relieve his own symptoms. But at this second he did want to do this,
and that was beyond sick.
Dean pulled up off the cock and looked into his brother's shadow-covered face.
He would rather be still sucking on that cock, but Sam had told him to stop and
look at him, and Dean could never disobey his brother. His brother's word was
law, right?
Sam turned flipped on the lamp on the end table beside the bed, filling the
room with light and new shadows. Something struck Dean about Sammy's eyes,
there was a darkness in them that Dean had never seen before.
"I don't want you to blow me like you did last night Dean, I want you to fuck
yourself on my cock."
Dean needed to obey, every fiber of his being informed him it was impossible to
disobey his brother's demands. But he couldn't, he could remember being in the
bathroom and discovering that his asshole's entrance had vanished. But there
was a new itch down there, and maybe, just maybe...Dean ditched his sweat pants
and boxers as quickly as he could and probed between his butt cheeks, finding
that his hole was there again. That meant he could impale himself on Sammy's
cock!
Dean's body began moving without him telling it to, not that he was in a
disagreement with his body, it seemed to want to service Sam as much as he
mentally wanted to right now.
Dean climbed on top of his younger brother and sat down on Sam's smooth chest
so that he was facing his brother. He lifted his rear and moved backwards some,
grabbing Sammy's spit-soaked cock and lining it up with his own hole. He didn't
ease himself like most guys would, he just plunged down until his was
completely filled, sitting completely on his brothers groin. Cowgirl style had
always been one of his favorite positions when doing it with chicks (or
watching porn) but now he was the one in the girls place, in the cowgirl
position.
His ass was filled with pain, every inch of his inner anal walls stung with a
searing, intense pain, and yet it just made him feel that much more determine
to obey. He had to get Sammy off, he had to have Sammy's cum shot deep up
inside him, it was the only thing that matter, it was the only thing he was
good for.
He began going up and down on the cock, moving with as great of a speed as he
could muster, letting the cock come out a little bit before pounding it right
back in with force. It took only but a minute, for his inexperienced, eager
brother to begin pumping his seed up into Dean's organs. And Dean was in
heaven, he was suddenly riding a high that no drug had ever came close to
giving him before. He milked the cock for all it had, whimpering like a bitch.
Finally once the well grew dry he climbed off his brother's groin and fell to
the floor, his rear quite sore.
"Night Dean" Sammy said pulling his covers back up and turning over onto his
side. Dean didn't say anything as he pulled himself up and made his way back to
his own room, having to hold onto the walls for support, the room spinning like
he was on a merry-go-round. He finally made it back to his own bed, and
collapsed on top of the blankets, looking up to the ceiling.
The high slowly disintegrated, and he began to come back to his rightful self.
He realized what he had just did. He had rode his brother's cock, literally
fucked himself on Sammy's cock like an eager bitch. He felt sick to his
stomach, the previous night was bad enough, but this was unbearable.
He ran for the toilet and threw the lid up, but nothing came out. His body felt
great, but mentally he had never felt so bad in his entire life. He climbed
into the shower and turned the water onto scolding as he furiously used his
finger to try to get as much of Sammy's seed out of his ass as he could. The
shame, the just plain out wrongness of what he had just done, he had never felt
such extreme self-hatred before.
He broke down into tears. How could this all be happening? How could Sammy let
Dean do that, even order him to do it and be okay about it? Before those
questions could be explored any farther he noticed looking down at his stomach
that is rounder than it should be. Somehow his gut seemed to have grown fat on
it, and as he felt it he would have sworn it was a beer gut if it wasn't so
firm, more like muscle than fat.
A weird sensation came over Dean, and once again everything was forgotten. He
finished his shower and went to bed, falling asleep instantly.
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The first thing Dean noticed when he awoke the next morning was that he was
hungry, like he hadn't ate anything in the last few days. Throwing on some
clothes he made his way out to the kitchen where his brother was already
eating, Sammy was always the early bird of the two of them. And how nice of his
brother to have fried up some bacon, and scrambled eggs, which weren't the
best, but whatever.
As Dean dug in, the word 'Subcombianopet' appeared in his mind, along with a
feeling of unease. He knew that the word was important, that it was the key to
unlocking all the strange things that was going on here lately. Dean knew
strange things had been happening, but there seemed to be a barrier that was
blocking him from remember exactly what those strange things could be. There
was something to do with his brother last night, and something about the
bathroom, he could tell the barrier was weak, but not weak enough to break yet.
"Do you recall anything strange last night"
"Like what?"
"Like Strange?"
"No."
Maybe Sammy was forgetting things like Dean seemed to be? He needed to find out
whatever this Subcombianopet thing was, he could just feel that it was
important. He was going to need to do some research on it, and the best place
to do that was at a library, and when it came to libraries and research no one
was better than Sammy. And Dean already knew how to get his brother there.
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The library definitely wasn't the biggest one Dean had ever been in, it wasn't
the smallest though either. Not that Dean usually went out of his way to go to
libraries, but this word just seemed so important, why though Dean had no
ideal.
It hadn't been hard to convince Sammy to come along and do the grunt work for
him. All Dean had to do was tell Sammy that Bobby had called and asked if they
would do some research into a Subcombianopet for him. At first Dean was just
going to say it was for their dad, but considering how tense the relationship
between the two was, Dean figured Bobby would be a better choice. Of course
Dean could just tell Sam the truth...but no, that definitely wasn't an option.
They didn't seem to be making a whole lot of progress, the internet had turned
out to be a dead end, so now they were combing through the huge section of
myths and lore that the library had to offer. By one in the afternoon Dean was
starting to wonder if they were actually going to find anything.
He was flipping through some encyclopedia of lore when he noticed a man who
looked like he belonged on a football team sit down at the table next to them
and pull out a couple of books from his bag. He found his eyes drawn to the
guy, and found it hard to look away for some strange reason, but he eventually
got back to the page he was on, at least until the itch began. Some kind of
strange itch grew within his asshole and absent mindedly he shoved right hand
down the back of his pants and was about to try and scratch it with his finger
when he realized what he was doing and stopped himself.
"Dean" Sam said and slammed a book closed to get Dean's attention. Dean looked
at him and swallowed. His own cock quickly grew into action pose in his jeans,
which was just as strange as the itch in his asshole, which was more like an
urge to have something shoved up it.
"You found anything yet?"
"No" Dean said as he adjusted himself under the table so his erection wouldn't
be nearly so obvious.
"I haven't either, you sure Bobby didn't give you any more info. It's rather
hard to come up with anything with lack of details, maybe I should call Bobby
and talk to him. Bobby has to know something more than just a strange name."
"No! Like I told you its called a Subcombianopet, it causes memory loss and
weird things to happen"
"Weird as in what?"
"Just keep looking!"
"Fine, but I've already gone through all these books, go get be another batch"
Dean snorted at his brother. Dean was just about to tell his brother to get off
his lazy ass and go get more books himself when he found himself standing up
and replying to Sam with a "right away".
It occurred to Dean on the way to the bookcase that he had pretty much been
obeying Sam's orders all day today even when he didn't want to. Like when they
had left for lunch and Sam decided they needed to go to Jack-in-the-Box when
Dean wanted Burger King. Or even earlier when Dean had been flirting with this
cute chick and Sam told him to stop talking to her and help him, Dean had ended
up doing just that, unable to speak another word to the girl.
So basically, for some strange reason he was a slave to whatever Sammy demanded
or asked of him, he had an erection hidden by his Jeans that didn't seem to
want to go away, and he had this strange urge to play with his rear, which was
like gross. This all had to be tied to whatever this Subcombianopet thing was.
Dean started back to the table with a handful of books for Sam to go through.
He started to wander if it was just Sammy he was incapable of disobeying or if
maybe it could be everyone. Maybe this thing had cursed him and that was why
things seemed to be strange and he had memory loss.
He noticed a strange smell in the air, a musk that smelled of sweat and beer
and peppermint and cum all rolled into one fragrance lingering in the air. It
took him a seconds to realize that for some reason the strange scent was coming
from himself.
"You need anything else your heinous" Dean said as he handed his brother the
books and noticed Sammy's iris's widen before returning to almost normal excpet
for them being a shade darker.
"Yes Dean, I need you to strip"
Dean was rather stunned by that, it wasn't a suggestion, it was a flat out
demand. He had to be joking right? Dean's body began to obey, even if his mind
wasn't telling it too. His hand went down and undid the button on his Jeans and
began unzipping them. "Sammy, No" Dean said as his Jeans fell and bunched up on
the floor around his ankles. His hands grabbed a hold of his T-shirt next and
began pulling it up over his neck. Once over his head the shirt landed on the
floor right next to his Jeans. "Sam" Next the shoes went off and then he was
balancing on one leg at a time as he removed his socks. Dean tried to fight
back the tears that were forming in his eyes, sure Dean had done some
humiliating things before (even had some done to him), but this was quite
different than any of those times.
He was so thankfully when his body stopped and he found himself in control
again. He had feared he was going to end up stripping off his boxers too, but
lucky for him the demand hadn't forced him to go that far. That luck quickly
ran out though as he heard Sammy say "All the way" and Dean's hands responded
with quick reflexes, hooking his thumbs under the waist band and pushing the
only fabric left on him to the floor.
Gaining control over his body again, Dean tried to grab his clothes and get
them back on, but his mind told him that wasn't aloud, Sam had told him to
strip so only Sammy could tell him when he was aloud to dress again. He next
tried to at least cover his groin up with his hand. His cock was still rock
hard though which made it harder to do than he would have thought.
Dean's next thought was to run, run out of the library or to the bathroom,
either direction, just run before this got any worse. Something was clearly
wrong with Sammy, the Sammy he knew would never force Dean to strip in the
middle of a public place. That and the look of darkness in his eyes had Dean
scared to death. As Dean got ready to run though, Sam said "Stay put" and Dean
found that his feet were glued to the carpet floor beneath him and any thoughts
of trying to escape fled from his mind. How silly was he to think he could run?
Sam began clearing off the table of the books, placing each book delicately on
the empty chair next to him. Frozen pretty much in place, Dean couldn't do
anything but watch. He had no ideal what it was his brother was planning to do,
well he had one ideal but he certainly wasn't going to entertain that notion.
The mental barrier in Dean's head was crumbling as memories from the past week
began to seep back in. First he remembered shitting out of his mouth and
pissing out of his nose, he could even remember the taste and he wished he
couldn't. Then the barrier broke and memories flooded into his head, memories
of him giving a random stranger in the supermarket a blowjob, and memories of
Sammy, of him pleasuring Sammy, he remembered both times and now he wished he
could reforget those. But there was still a memory held back, missing, he could
feel it. Whatever had set all of this in motion, whatever had Dean acting so
strangely, and for that matter the people around him, well it was still
missing.
"Lay face down on the table" Dean had never heard such a tone to this brother's
voice as he was hearing now. It was filled with alpha-male dominance and void
of any pleasantness. And sure in someways it was similar to the tone Sam used
when he would get in fights with their dad, but so much different at the same
time.
Dean's body instantly began to obey, and Dean considered pleading for his
brother not to do or make Dean do whatever Sam was planning, but dismissed it
knowing somehow it wouldn't do any good. Damn it, this was all so fucking
confusing!
Sammy patted Dean on the round, extended, beer-gut-ish area of Dean's belly
which Dean had almost forgotten about. Just another strange and unexplainable
thing.
"May I join" came a low pitched voice to Dean's left. He turned his head to see
the guy who had been sitting at the next table over was now over here next to
Sammy, the outline of a large cock was visible in the guy's tight jeans. And
there was no question from the way that guy spoke those words of what he
wanted, he wanted a piece of Dean just like he feared Sammy wanted.
"Hell No" Dean blurted out. There was a voice in his head though, a voice
telling him that it would be amazing to submit to this stranger along with his
brother. But Dean refused to listen to that voice.
"Dean, don't talk unless I tell you too. Now ignore him sir, and of course you
can join us, the more the merrier" Sammy said as he undid his own pants and let
them fall to the floor. "Which would you like, the ass or the mouth?"
"I'll go with his pussy. You know its strange, I've never had a queer thought
before in my life and yet here I am so horned up and desperate to show this
bitch what my cock can do" The stranger said as he removed his own pants. The
guy wasn't wearing any underwear and the dick stretching out between his legs
had to be close to twice the size of Dean's own modest manhood.
"On your stomach Dean" Sam said as he went to the head of the table. Dean did
as he was ordered, flipping over so his ass was upright. Sam grabbed a hold of
him by the head and pulled him forwards a little bit, just so that Dean's head
hung off the end of the table. Sammy's naked crotch was now staring Dean
directly in the face, his kid brother's erection sticking straight out and
curving slightly at an angle upwards and to the left, ready for action. Dean
tried to close his eyes, but for some reason he couldn't stop starring at
Sammy's monster. It was bad enough that Sammy was already somehow taller than
him, but the kid had to be hung like a stallion too, come on! Of course, he had
already had that thing rammed up his ass and deep in his mouth, but this was
different. He was lucid now, he was himself now, he didn't want this now, and
honestly he wasn't sure why he had wanted it those other two times.
The table shook as the stranger climbed on top of it behind Dean and began to
position himself.
"Open your mouth and keep it open" Sam said, grabbing Dean by the side of the
head. "And no teeth"
Dean's mouth opened wide. As he saw his brother's hips begin to thrust forwards
he shut his eyes tight as his mouth became stuffed with his little brother's
cock. He immediately began gagging, not that it mattered, right now he was
pretty much Sammy's to do with as he pleased.
He felt something press its way pass his butt cheeks and rest up against his
anal entrance. He knew it had to be the head of the cock of the stranger. With
a grunt, the man forced his cock past the outer ring of muscle and into Dean's
ass. Dean's inner walls stung like hell as they were stretched out. The push
inwards wasn't smooth either, there was much reistance from Dean's dryish hole,
but this stranger pushed on as if the challenge and additional pain for Dean
was even more of a turn on.
The stranger slowly began his thrusting assaults on Dean's bowels as Sammy
began fucking Dean's mouth as if it was some kind of pussy, thrusting in and
out with erratic movements, muttering to Dean what an exceptional slutty bitch
he was. And if the taste of his brother's cock wasn't bad enough, the smell of
it wasn't a turn on for Dean either (although for reason's Dean had no ideal
his cock was still rock hard). With each thrust Sammy's cock was getting
further and further in, ramming itself actually into Dean's throat. Dean
wondered if the slut he throat fucked that one time in high school had hated
having a cock in her throat as much has he did right now. Then again that girl
had done it willingly, well after Dean used his charm to convince her at least.
Dean wanted this to be over. He was filled with disgust; disgust for having a
stranger's cock up his ass, disgust with his cock for twitching with excitement
with every thrust of that stranger's cock, and disgust for his brother using
him in such a manner. And then there was all the shame, humiliation and self-
loathing Dean felt on top of that, mixed with guilt. He couldn't help but feel
that he had brought this all on himself, that somehow he was the reason this
stranger and his brother were raping him.
The pain in Dean's ass began to cool down somewhat after a while as the
stranger found a good pace. The guy was grunting still as if he was in some
bizarre porno. Then without warning, stillness came over his ass and cum began
shooting out of the man's cock. Jet after jet of hot semen erupted from the
guy's cock as if he was draining a months worth of built up cum into Dean's
ass. Finally the guy pulled out as a last small strand of seed erupted from his
cock.
"Thanks for the good fuck bitch" the guy said as the table began to shake from
the guy climbing off it. Sam's cock thrusted in one last time, the head of the
cock buried deep in Dean's throat before it began shooting its seed, sending it
right down Dean's gullet.
When Sam's orgasm finally came to an end, he began removing his cock. Dean was
so thankful that this was over, but found himself wrong when Sam left just the
half-hard head within Dean's mouth. A different liquid came shooting out in a
stream, landing on Dean's tongue before making its way down his throat. The
liquid was hot, bitter and salty, Sam was using his mouth as a urinal, as if
using him as a cum bank wasn't bad enough.
Once all the urine was out of Sam's bladder and in Dean's stomach, Sammy got
redressed and returned to the books, but not before telling Dean to remain
where he was like that until it was time to leave.
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Sammy let two more guy's Dean had never met fuck him on the table before Sam
decided it was time to head home. Dean was thankful that meant he could finally
get off this table, and hopefully maybe go to the bathroom and wash some of the
dry spunk off his legs. Hopefully he would even be able to get redressed.
However that didn't happen.
Sam grabbed Dean's clothes and ordered him to follow Sam to the parking lot in
the nude. Dean got looks from quite a few people on the way, but not one of
them seemed to think it strange that he was naked in public, and the looks he
got from guys were filled with hunger, as if they too wanted to breed him.
Sam made Dean sit in the passenger seat on the way home while Sam drove. He
turned the radio to pop music which hurt Dean's ears, and then opened his fly.
Dean found himself ordered to suck and lick and play with his brother's cock
and balls the whole way back to the house while the cum that had been deposited
into his ass seeped out and puddled on the seat beneath him. It wasn't until
they returned to the small house they were renting that Sammy finally came
again.
Sammy turned off the car and zipped himself up, and then Dean noticed confusion
enter his brother's eyes. He looked at Dean and then turned away quickly.
"Dude, Dean, why are you naked, on second thought, I don't want to know" Sam
said getting out of the car quickly.
Dean could tell instantly that his brother was back to himself, which was a
relief. He could also tell that Sammy couldn't remember a single thing that
just happened, which was good, but unfortunately Dean could. He needed to
figure out a plan of what to do, but the first thing he needed was some
alcohol.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Dean poured down his fifth beer of the night, and followed it up with a second
shot of whisky. His life was in the crapper, and all he wanted right now was to
be wasted, to let the alcohol numb him to this miserable day he had. There was
no doubt in his mind that he was somehow cursed, and his mind was made up that
he wasn't going to let his brother keep getting pulled back into whatever this
curse was. He couldn't allow his brother use him again like that, even though
he knew that that wasn't really his brother doing that to him, his Sammy. And
yes, ditching the family would crush his brother, but it would be better this
way. Just until he could find a way out of this mess.
The bar tender brought him another beer and he felt an itch begin to form
within his rear, an itch he remembered from those first two nights with Sammy.
He saw his hand start to shake the tiniest bit and he had a feeling that he was
about to go insane with homosexual needs as he remembered doing the past two
nights. He needed to get out of there before his body and mind decided it was
time for more fun-and-games with other's cocks.
He took a large chug of his beer and placed it down on top of the bar. The loud
sound of the bathroom door slamming shut drew his attention over to a rather
large, black, bearish man (who was definitely packing on the pounds but had a
frame that could intimidate a wrestler), and the chick Amanda who was leaving
with the guy. Dean had already met Amanda a few hours back, she had been the
sluttiest one here at this bar when he got here which made her his target.
After getting home from the whole Library ordeal Dean had rushed in, took a
shower, got a change of clothes and gotten out of there as fast as he could in
the Impala his father had handed down to him. He had came straight here to the
bar (which hadn't even bothered to check Dean for his fake I.D.) not only to
drown himself in alcohol but to prove himself still a man. It had only taken
two drinks to get that smokin' hot chick Amanda, who was wearing a extremely
short mini-skirt and a skin-tight, rather-revealing, tank top with nothing
underneath it (Dean could easily see the outlines of her nipples), to follow
him into one of the two semi-clean stalls in the men's room. They first locked
lips and he wasted no time after that getting her out of her clothes. This
wasn't his first time in his twenty years of living that he had been in a
bathroom stall with a chick, hell it wasn't even his fifteenth, it wasn't hard
to find chicks willing to bang you when you were as devilishly, drop dead
handsome as he was. His mouth had traveled down to her breasts as he undid his
pants and got ready to shove his dick into the warm pussy that was waiting for
it. The only problem was his cock was still flaccid, not even the tiniest bit
hard. He wanted to shove his dick up her cunt so badly but his cock seemed to
be on a completely different wave length. Mentally he was so fucking horny for
this girl so why couldn't his cock be. He tried tugging on it, the slut even
tried sucking on it, but it refused to react and after a few minutes Amanda
ditched him saying "clearly women don't do it for you fag". He had no ideal
which one had been more humiliating, the whole ordeal with the library or being
unable to get it up for a ready and willing pussy. Those words stung that she
had spit at him with anger, because they were unfortunately true. He was
becoming a fag, let a guy touch him and his traitor cock would go full mast yet
a chick no longer could do anything for him down there.
Dean decided after he was done with his current beer he would hit the road
before he ended letting one of these guys here use him like the bitch he felt
he was now. He wish he knew how to fight whatever was going on with him, but
fighting seemed to be impossible for him, but that didn't mean he couldn't at
least try.
He had his beer in his hands when something, or someone, bumped into his back
and he ended up spilling half of what was left into his lap and onto his tight
shirt (which was only tight because of the strange fat he had acquired
recently).
"Hey watch it Jackass" Dean said turning in his stool to see it had been the
man who had just fucked Amanda.
"Why don't you just kiss my ass buddy" the guy said as his eyes took on a
darker hue. Dean got off the bar and dropped to his knees behind the guy, not
really wanting to, but his body didn't seem to be giving him a choice at the
moment. It wasn't until the man dropped his trousers and boxers with one
movement that Dean realized though what was actually going on, so much alcohol
consumption can make a guy a little slow on the uptake.
Dean couldn't look anywhere but at the two dark brown globes in front of him
and that hairy crack between them. He tried to stop himself, he really did,
that guy had told him to kiss his ass, and Dean didn't want to do that at all.
His face moved forwards, but instead of putting his lips to one of the cheeks
to give it a simple kiss, he found himself stuffing his face between the man's
cheeks, his face becoming covered in the sweat from the man's dirty crack. With
his lips puckered they zeroed in on the hole the man used to shit out of and
Dean kissed it like a gentleman would a lady good night.
"That was nice bitch" Dean heard the guy say. "Put that tongue of yours to work
and eat my ass out like I would a pussy"
'Fuck', Dean thought. Why did things keep managing to find a way to get worse.
His tongue darted out and he found himself licking at the dirty hole, trying to
tell himself mentally that it was only a pussy so he wasn't so grossed out, but
that wasn't working. The taste of sweat and pure dirtiness was overwhelming and
terrible, and the smell was no better, but he knew it could be much worse for
the guy clearly kept his ass wiped at least.
The man laid down on his stomach on the dirty floor and Dean kept his mouth in
that ass the entire way, it was like he was glued between the man's ass cheeks.
Somewhere along the line that itch had returned to his ass and was growing
steady. God help him, he was starting to hope that he might get a dick balls-
deep in him sometime soon. He didn't have to hope for very long though, he felt
someone reach underneath him and undo his pants button and next thing he knew
his pants and his boxers were around his ankles.
With no warning he felt a cock being shoved deep into his own hole and his
traitorous cock fill with blood underneath him.
"Now suck my dick bitch" the black man said flipping over so that Dean could
see the massive erect meat of the man. Dean darted his eyes around the room
quickly before going down on the cock, and what he had seen scared him. Every
guy in the bar was watching them, all with lust in their eyes. Dean was
definitely screwed.
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Dean made his way across the parking lot to his Impala. His ass hurt worse than
hell, it had been shredded by all the cocks that had been forced into it (not
that he had really put up any bit of a fight, because well he couldn't). He had
no ideal how many guys had shoved their cocks up his ass and emptied their
loads up there, he had lost count after sixteen. And that wasn't counting all
the cocks he had serviced orally, their cum coating his stomach right now.
It was like all the men in the bar had gone into a trance, and two by two, one
at his ass and one at his mouth, they had used him like the whore he now felt
like, and then got up and left (well most of them, some stayed around for
seconds, and one even stayed for thirds before leaving), forgetting everything.
He reached his car and unlocked the door. He was wearing nothing. His shirt had
been shredded and his pants and boxers had gone missing. His skin was coated in
dried urine, since two of the gentlemen from in there had decided to give him a
bath with their urine. It seemed like he was on that floor forever, when
finally the only one left was the older guy who was the bar tender and owner.
He fucked Dean last, and then shoved an empty glass beer bottle up his ass and
told him not to take it out for a few hours, this way he could drink all the
cum that flowed out and into the bottle. Then the man had told him to leave,
everyone else had already gone and it was closing time.
As Dean opened the door of the car he realized there was no way he was going to
be able to drive with half a beer bottle sticking out of his naked ass. He
couldn't sit down like this, it would just try to force the bottle deeper than
it already was, and it was far enough in him already. If he wanted to get home
he was going to have to walk. He would come back for his baby in the morning.
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Dean pulled the bottle out of his ruined ass and looked at its contents. It was
hard to imagine that that much cum had been shot up his hole, and he could
still feel more inside clinging to his walls like lube.
Dean was disgusted with himself as he brought the bottle to his lips and gagged
the contents down with one gulp. He felt like a human disposal can for cum as
it went down his throat and entered his stomach and mixed with all the loads of
cum he had taken orally back at the bar.
He pitched the bottle into his waste basket when he saw it. Leaning back
against the closed door was his father, devoid of any clothing and smirking at
him.
At first glance he thought it really was his father, but then the barrier in
his head finally crumbled the rest of the way and allowed the final memories
free of the night that had started this. That wasn't his father there, that was
the thing that had started all this, the thing that had put this all in motion.
With rage Dean jumped from his bead and charged at the son-of-a-bitch monster
but ended up slamming his head against the door as the thing dematerialized and
reappeared back on Dean's bed. It snapped its fingers and Dean became frozen in
place, just as he had been that night.
"That's enough of that" It said. "I came to check in on you, see how your
liking your new reality"
"Fix Me" Dean said. Never had he wanted to kill something as badly as he did at
that moment.
"Can't"
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you, you fucking son-of-a-bitch
bastard!" He was fighting against those invisible restraints that kept his body
inanimate, he fought with every once of strength he could find, not that there
was a lot of strength left in him at the moment, or that it was doing any good.
"Come now Dean, that's no way to talk to your master"
"I'm no slave" Dean shouted, but the thing with his father's appearance just
laughed as it stood up and its body began to shift, growing, shrinking,
becoming the body of Sam in just seconds. Every inch of naked skin before him
was exact and accurate to the real Sammy, from the face to the groin, which
Dean had seen far to many times already this week.
"You know better than that Dean-ee. Your a slave to every male on this planet,
hell, if you were to come across an alien, you would be his slave too!"
The Sucumbianopet walked forwards and ran its bony hand over the inflated area
of Dean's stomach. The touch sent a surge of pain and pleasure scouring through
his body.
"Get your filthy hands off me"
"You know why I chose you over your brother. The fight. The fight within you. I
want you to keep fighting against this new reality shaping around you. Of
course your struggles won't do you any good, but it sure as hell is a joy for
me to watch."
"What's the point to all this, you just get off on making dudes do sick things
they normally wouldn't" Dean said trying calm himself down. He had to be smart,
maybe trick this thing into giving him some kind of clue as to how to defeat
it. It was a long shot though he knew. If Sammy were here, well Sammy would
know how to outsmart it.
"Well at this very moment, it's for you to finish carrying my litter. But yes,
I do get off on all this. I enjoy so much to mess with you hetero mortal men. I
feed off it. I feed off your self disgust, you misery, your sexual energy, I
feed off it all. There's no escaping your new life Dean, this is permanent. And
the more you fight it, the worst it will be for you in the long run. See, your
reality has only begun reshaping itself, effecting every single person's
reality you come in contact with."
"Did you say litter?" He had to have misheard it, it couldn't have said litter,
litter as in...
"Yes, you're carrying my offspring in your belly."
"So you basically turned me into a literal bitch"
"In a way of speaking. I'll be back tomorrow when their born, then I'll be nice
and give you a few weeks before I breed you again. Isn't it nice to know how
multi-functional you are."
Dean didn't say anything, he was still trying to process the fact that there
was a little monster growing inside of him. As soon as this thing was gone he
was going to get a knife and cut it out of himself. If it killed him so be it,
just as long as it kept more of these things from coming into the world and
ruining other peoples lives.
"I can see a plan building in that skull of yours, but whatever it is, it will
never work. Now it's time for me to go, so get into your bed and go to sleep,
and when you get up in the morning, everything will be better"
The sucumbianopet, vanished into thin air as Dean found himself following its
orders and climbing into his bed. Before closing his eyes to go to sleep he
couldn't help but wish he had been smarter just then, that he had found a way
to get more useful information on the thing. His eyes closed and he fell into a
deep sleep.
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Dean awoke to the sun blaring into the room. His head was covered in sweat and
he went to wipe it off out of habit, only to find that his hands were stuck.
There was the clanking of metal on metal and he looked from left to right to
see that his hands were restrained, handcuffed each to one of the steel bars of
the bed's headboard. He cursed loudly as he tried to wiggle his wrists but knew
it would do no good, these were clearly professional grade and probably out of
the stash that his father had. His dad had showed him once when he was barely a
teenager how to get out of cuffs such a these, but for the life of him he
couldn't remember exactly what it was his Dad had told him to do. He should
have paid more attention.
There were pains in his stomach, or at least the pains were originating
somewhere in that general area of his body. His vision was a tad bit still on
the blurry side, and he felt sort of loopy, like he had been drugged or was
still drunk from the previous night. He peered down his naked torso, all the
covers that had been atop him when he had gone to sleep were now wadded up in a
pile in the corner of the room. What really worried him though was that his
stomach seemed to have inflated even more, it was now at least twice the size
it had been when the creature thing had ordered him to go to sleep.
He wondered if the sucumbianopet had put these cuffs on his hands, but that
train of thought vanished as the door opened and Sammy came in carrying a bowl
with steam coming off it and wearing nothing but a pair of loose poka-dota
boxers (which gave him the appearance he was younger than he really was) that
seemed like they could fall down to the floor at any second.
"You're awake. Are you hungry?" Sammy asked with a worried tone and a face to
match it. Truth be told though Dean wasn't really hungry though, if anything he
was a little bit naucess. Though the aroma coming out of that bowl was a little
bit alluring.
"Sammy, listen you need to get me out of these things" Dean said as he shook
his wrists for emphasis, making the handcuff chains rattle. "That or you need
to get out of here pronto, we can't risk..."
"Dean, why would I release you from those" Had that came from Dean's mouth it
probably would have came off as sarcastic, he'd always been gifted with
sarcasm, but it had came from Sammy's lips and it was sincere. "Why would I
handcuff you in the first place".
"Sammy, get out of here right now" Dean said. Sam's face was wrinkled in
confusion, in mental conflict. It was clear the two Sammy's that now existed,
the real Sammy, and the one that Dean had created through his cursid existence
were dueling it out in the noggin.
"And why would I..." Sammy shook his head and then the look in his eyes told
Dean that he was dealing with the version of his brother that thought of him
more as a slave than a sibling. "It's for your own good of course. A naughty
slave like you needs to be restrained every once in a while, don't worry you'll
be rewarded with my cock after you eat" Sam said with total conviction. Dean
was scarred. He need to wake his brother up from this, he need Sammy back. He
could no longer hide this from Sammy.
"Listen Sammy, this isn't you. You need to wake up. There was this thing that
attacked me, cursed me, made me its...bitch. My reality, reality itself is
changing and its effecting you too. This isn't you Sammy, so please just undo
these cuffs and let me leave"
It was clear from his brother's face that his words weren't doing any good at
all.
"Open wide" Sam said, and Dean's mouth opened. Sammy shoved a spoon full of the
hot liquid in his mouth. Just from the taste Dean could tell it was chicken
noodle soup, but there was a strange, bitter, salty taste to it which wasn't
that pleasant.
Dean wasn't sure what to do at this point. He hated giving in, but at this
moment fight was useless, he couldn't really even fight if he wanted to. The
only thing he could do was try to out think Sammy and this bastard beast. That
wasn't going to be the easiest thing to do though considering that every time
he tried to go into deep thought his head became quite fuzzy.
Dean swallowed, and then found himself with another spoon full being shoved
into his mouth.
"What do you think? I cooked it myself this morning, right out of the can, but
I added my own special ingredient. Man did I have to pee this morning, so I
used my urine in substitute of water." Sammy said as Dean found himself choking
down a third spoon full. The spoons of soup kept coming and coming, until
finally the bowl was empty and Dean felt queasy and relieved to be done. He
also felt incredibly sleepy again.
"I know I promised you a go at my cock if you were a good boy, but I can see
how sleepy you are. So why don't you go back to sleep, while I go out and buy
us some new toys for when dad comes home tonight." Sam said taking the empty
bowl and leaving. Their dad was going to be home, tonight, but Dean fell back
to sleep before he could really process that new, horrible piece of
information.
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As Dean came back to the land of the consciences, he noticed firstly, even
before opening his eyes, that the mattress underneath him was soaked. The smell
penetrated his nose and he knew it was urine, most likely his own, meaning he
had wet himself while he was asleep. He didn't dwell on that humiliating
realization, instead he became occupied by the sudden intense pain that began
radiating from his lower belly. The pain was intense, excruciating, it felt
like someone was pulling, prodding and shuffling around his internal organs
into spots and shapes they weren't suppose to be.
He tried to keep his composure, but he couldn't prevent himself from screaming.
The second he screamed the sound of laughter came from his left and he turned
to see who it was. Standing beside his bed was a featureless, shadowish
monster. It had no face, no ears or hair, no nipples, just a human torso, head
and limbs colored pitch black. The only thing it did seem to have was an
average size cock sticking out from its groin with two low hanging balls below.
Dean knew right away that this was the Sucumbianopet, this was Ezek's true
form.
The pain intensified and he went into a craze. He was shouting at the top of
his lungs as he trashed around the bed, the handcuffs the only thing keeping
him in on that bed. The pain was spreading, it felt like something had entered
the very back of his asshole and was preparing to come out like a piece of
shit. There was no doubt that he had to be giving birth to this monster's baby
monster.
His asshole felt like it was being ripped into thousands of shredded pieces as
the baby monster began its voyage out of him. The pain was like none he had
came across before and the only thing he could think to do was to push, push
with his anal muscle and try and help get the thing out of him faster.
Dean didn't even notice that Ezek had moved to the bottom of the bed. His eyes
were shut tight as the baby monster's head reached the entrance of his hole and
began to slide out. Moments later the thing was out of his sore ass and into
the hands of his monster father. He felt one final pain within his ass and
opened his eyes to see Ezek cutting the umbilical cord from his new son and
pulling it out of Dean's ass, feeding it into its black hole like body where a
mouth should be.
Surprisingly the pain vanished as he felt his asshole begin to mend itself,
knitting its torn muscle back together and healing itself until his asshole was
back to the way it was before, like nothing had just happened.
"Good work Dean" Came a voice from the mouthless thing. He felt the voice in
his head, like telekinesis. "You should be proud of yourself. You have just
completed the highest purpose a Sucumbianopet Pet can ever hope to achieve. I
will be back again at some point so we can repeat this process again and you
can perform your rightful duty again. Until then I'll let you spend some much
needed time with your family"
The creature vanished as Dean blacked out.
***** Chapter 6 *****
The next time Dean awoke he felt back to semi-normal. Well not exactly normal,
nothing in his life was really normal anymore, but he was feeling much better
than his last time being conscious. All the pain was gone and so was any sign
or trace that he had just birthed a monster through his ass.
He looked around the room that was filled with artificial light coming from the
ceiling. The clothes he had dumped on the floor were no longer there, but he
did see what looked to be an actual whip sprawled out beside the bed like a
slithering snake. That certainly hadn't been there before.
Dean heard his father clear his voice and his eyes darted to the doorway where
a very stern father peered back at him. His father's eyes were filled with
rage, while his body was very hairy and pretty much naked except for the
leather chaps he wore which allowed everything in the front to hang out.
At first Dean thought that the Sucumbianopet had returned, but some sort of
sixth sense he seemed to have told him that this was very much his real father.
He instantly went to cover his naked groin with his hands but found that they
were still locked up in the handcuffs, and instead mumbled 'fuck'. He had no
doubt he was screwed.
"It's about time you wake up you useless whore" his father said with an acidic
tongue as he stepped into the room. Dean's cheeks turned red from
embarrassment, but the look on his dad's face scared him. He'd seem similar
looks like this one from his dad before, but never quite this severe. Anger,
disappointment, disgust all rolled into one face and directed at Dean.
"It seems you've been a very bad slave while I was away at work" John continued
as he reached down and picked the whip up off the floor. It was clear Dean's
reality had begun warping again, changing, now affecting his father along with
his brother. "Obviously you need to be punished, and then afterwards maybe you
might remember your place in this family. Look at you, sleeping in a bed like
you believe you're actually a human, you know your just a filthy slut slave.
You know you're to sleep on the floor unless one of us tells you otherwise."
"Dad, please...let me out of these handcuffs, I need to get out of here" Dean's
words came out closer to a sob than he would have preferred and had no actual
affect on his father. The whip in his father's hand came down hard across
Dean's stomach, stinging like hell and leaving a bright red mark.
"What you need is to remember your place in this family. Why you handcuffed
yourself to that bed I have no ideal, but it will make it much easier for me to
punish you properly" The whip came down again in the same spot, this time
harder, faster and causing even greater pain. Then it came down again, and
again, and again, and again. Tear's began flowing from Dean's eyes and he began
to beg his father to stop (which made him feel even less of a man than he
already felt), but every time Dean opened his mouth his father put extra force
into each thrust of the whip and Dean quickly learned not to make any sound
other than the screaming he was reduced to. He hated his father right now,
hated him with all his mind and heart, and yet at the same time he didn't, he
knew this wasn't really his father, just another part of his own cursid new
existence.
When his father finally stopped whipping him, Dean reopened his eyes to see his
entire stomach red and raw and bleeding in spots. Sammy was at the foot of the
bed, holding open some large black plastic bag.
The room was filled with silence. His first instinct when his father had
stopped was to beg for mercy, to beg his father to stop this, but that wasn't
who he was, and besides he was learning pretty fast that begging wasn't going
to help in the slightest.
John began to undo the handcuffs, and once both hands were free from restraint,
Dean let his instincts take over and he docked his dad in the face and went to
run for the doorway when his brother yelled stop, and Dean found himself frozen
in place, unable to disobey the command.
"Because I'm such a loving a father, I'll let that act of disobedience slide
this one time. Now get on your hands and knees"
Dean fell to his hands and knees as was ordered, and watched as his brother
began to empty the bag on the bed. He couldn't see what had been in it, but
when Sam held up a leather dog collar he began to become afraid.
"As part of your punishment, your going to spend the next two weeks as a dog,
got it son. You are now to act like a dog until we say otherwise" His father
said as Sammy secured the collar around Dean's neck. Why did things have to
keep getting worse.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dean was in the living room alone. His father was out somewhere, and his
brother was in his own bedroom doing homework and having forgotten about Dean
for the time being. That was good though, that was great really. That meant
right now there was no one here to give him orders. This was his chance, his
chance to escape.
Three weeks had passed since the night his father had returned, and those three
weeks here at this same house had been brutal. The first two weeks though were
the worst, for he was in all intense and purpose a dog. He realized just how
extensive their demands could change him as he found himself crawling around on
his hands and knees, eating out of a dog bowl and having to pee and shit out in
the yard like a dog. At least he could shit out of his ass again like normal
people.
He went to work quickly, he went to the room that he had been staying in (which
was now his fathers), and grabbed a duffel bag out from the back of the closet.
This was what was left of his stuff, there wasn't much, just a few jeans and
shirts and boxers, but then he hadn't had much in the first place. He was lucky
that his dad hadn't pitched all his clothes since his family had decided he
should remain nude all the time (unless they dressed him up in freakish
costumes, like that stupid, revealing maid costume his dad had him wear this
past week).
His second week as a dog his father had bought him a new toy, and Dean learned
for the first time in his life about butt plugs. It was a simple black silicone
one with a dog's tail sticking out the end of it, and Dean found he had it
stuffed up his ass all the time. The only time it came out was when his brother
gave him an enema, or when one of his family members was fucking him. The plug
was also handy for keeping his father and brother's cum up his ass.
He dressed quickly, who knew how much time he had to make this escape. He went
back to the living room and saw the vibrating dildo which laid on the coffee
table. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his bag, he hated to admit it, but he
knew he was going to need it at some point.
He left the house, and got into his precious Impala. It started immediately and
he was thankful for this, as he wasted no time backing out of the driveway and
heading for the first highway out of town he could get to. He hated leaving his
family behind, but they weren't his family anymore. He had to get as far away
from them as he could, and then maybe they could return to their normal selves.
Dean knew that this curse wasn't bound to change any day soon, but he still had
a little hope, and if one day it did, he could return then. But until that time
he was going to spend the rest of his life on his own.
Chapter End Notes
     Well that's the end of the first story or what I'm calling part one.
     There will be a sequel which I hope to start getting posted towards
     the end of the week or maybe next week, though it will actually
     managed to get even darker and stranger.
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