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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Jeffrey/Demon, Jeffrey/OMC
  Character:
      Jeffrey_(Supernatural), Jeffrey's_Demon, Demons_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub_Undertones, Sex_Toys, Loss_of_Virginity, First_Time, Underage
      Character, Season_7_Spoilers, Child_Abuse, Rough_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-03-08 Words: 2157
****** A Talent Scout ******
by bellacatbee
Summary
     Like many scouts before him the demon likes to sample the talent.
     Jeffrey is all too eager to submit to him.
Notes
     Warning: There is a mention in this story of teenage Jeffrey and one
     of his teachers. That's why I've warned for underage and child abuse.
     Jeffrey is an adult but there is a bit of time spent on his memories.
‘Think of me as a talent scout’ he’d told the Winchesters. His job was to find
the right sort of star, one who had all the potential and just needed a push in
the right direction. Jeffrey had been such a person. He looked so unassuming.
The only reason anyone might give him a second glance was because underneath it
all – the layers of humanity, the drudge of his work – he was pretty. Not
beautiful. No one would ever have caved a classical statue based on Jeffrey and
today he wouldn’t even make it into a porn film, not when there were a lot more
aesthetically pleasing, younger men out there that fit the demographic of what
people wanted to get off to. He was still pretty though, in a pleasing, boy
next door way.
And if, like any number of talent scouts before him, he took a little advantage
of the talent on offer, then what was the harm? Jeffrey was willing enough to
get ahead. He liked being treated as if he was special, liked the attention
lavished on him and where was the harm in suggesting a little trade in that. He
got something back from Jeffrey, something more than an exquisitely blackened
soul that would one day make a killing down in hell. He wasn’t a demon for
nothing after all. Sins of the flesh had been his speciality at one point.
Jeffrey had almost been frightened at first. Finally he’d coaxed the truth out
from between those slickened lips. He could have found it easily, could have
raked through the memories and the knowledge of what made up Jeffrey but it was
better forcing the words out from him. He liked to see the blush on Jeffrey’s
cheeks, liked to see the gleam of innocence that he was sullying.
“I haven’t ever…” Jeffrey had tripped over the words and the demon felt
Jeffrey’s heart hammering in his chest. Jeffrey was so terrified that this
knowledge would somehow displease his demon but the demon loved knowing he
would be the first of everything for Jeffrey. He would unlock that dark place
in Jeffrey’s mind, allow him the tools of the trade to commit the murders he
wanted but he wouldn’t stop there. He’d strip Jeffrey of every inhibition, make
him realise that while he wasn’t perfect yet he could be. Jeffrey was a good
boy. He’d learned quickly not to say no.
Jeffrey settled on the bed almost gingerly and allowed the demon the right to
control him, to lay him down and strip him naked of all his clothes. Jeffrey
was prettier undressed and for a moment his demon considered how much more
attractive Jeffrey would be with blood splattered over his thin chest. A spurt
of arterial blood could spray across him from a well-aimed slash of a knife and
then he, the demon, he would have Jeffrey again right there on the floor beside
the body twitching and growing cold in the throes of death and he would hold
Jeffrey down in the blood pooling on the floor and open him, scratch him and
stretch him until Jeffrey’s tears and Jeffrey’s seed mixed with the darkening
red.
However that would be for later. Now he held Jeffrey down and felt him tremble.
He commanded Jeffrey to tell him what he had done; the whole of his sexual
history and Jeffrey licked his lips. In a hesitating tone repeated everything
he had ever done.
“I’ve been kissed.” He whispered, breath hitching as he continued and his demon
felt everything, felt how hard Jeffrey was trying to be sensual, trying to make
his words seductive but it was his innocence that was so attractive. He wanted
to rip into him until Jeffrey remembered nothing but the demon inside him.
“And…and I touched another man once. He wanted me too and I was good. I was so
good.”
He felt inside that memory, teasing it out as Jeffrey shivered. He saw the
teenage Jeffrey, fingers sliding up and down the cock of an older man and when
he pressed a little harder he learned that man was Jeffrey’s teacher. “I didn’t
want to go out to play sport.” Jeffrey mumbled, his cheeks flaring red and the
demon could have laughed at him but he found Jeffrey’s willingness to submit,
to offer his body as an exchange was even more arousing then he would have
thought.
“I’m surprised he didn’t want more from you.” He said, reaching his hand –
Jeffrey’s hand – up to brush over Jeffrey’s soft lips. If he had been that man
then he would have had every part of Jeffrey. He would not have held back.
“He didn’t want more.” Jeffrey whispered and his demon could feel how
desperately Jeffrey had wanted more, had offered more. The man had been a fool.
Somehow he’d believed that if he didn’t penetrate the boys he took his pleasure
from, if he didn’t come inside them then he wasn’t really sinning. Later he’d
find that man’s soul on the rack before him and he’d torture him for denying
Jeffrey what he wanted but that was a long time in the future.
“I want more.” He promised Jeffrey and felt the way Jeffrey’s heart swelled.
Jeffrey had been waiting for someone to come along; someone to unlock him the
way the demon would now. He’d spent his life being ignored, being unloved and
he was so desperate for attention that he couldn’t tell the difference between
sex and love. That suited his demon well enough. Jeffrey could attach himself
to him, could cling to him and take strength from him and he’d mould Jeffrey
into everything he’d ever wanted.
There had been enough teasing though. He wanted Jeffrey aroused, not ashamed.
Jeffrey was his good boy. He laid him back again, pushed Jeffrey’s legs apart,
ran his fingers up between Jeffrey’s thighs while the man panted for him. The
room they were in, the room he’d had Jeffrey book for the two of them, was made
for this sort of encounter with a mirror on the ceiling and he spread Jeffrey’s
legs wide till the man was whimpering because it hurt and he couldn’t although
he never said no. He wanted Jeffrey to watch everything that he did to him. It
would have been easier if he could have possessed another body, could have used
that. They could have picked the man together. He would have let Jeffrey have a
say in the body he used but Jeffrey was too needy, he didn’t want him to leave
even for a second. He enjoyed having him pulsing inside of him all the time and
no matter how much he told Jeffrey he’d enjoy it just as much if he was buried
balls deep inside of him instead of soul deep Jeffrey didn’t want that. He
needed a little give and take where Jeffrey was concerned if he was going to
turn him into a star.
He fed Jeffrey his fingers, pushing them past his plump lips and letting
Jeffrey suckle on them till they were slick and wet. He drew them from the
man’s mouth with a wet pop and pushed two into Jeffrey’s puckered hole.
Jeffrey’s eyes were blow wide, staring up at himself in the mirror above them,
watching what the demon was doing to him. He pushed another two fingers inside
Jeffrey, watching as Jeffrey’s mouth dropped open – partly in pain, partly in
pleasure and he writhed against the fingers invading him.
“I could fuck you with my whole hand.” The demon drawled lazily, listening to
Jeffrey’s whine of fear. Jeffrey was such a good boy. He didn’t say no even
when he was frightened, taking him knuckle deep. “You’d like that, wouldn’t
you, Jeffrey? You’d like it if I opened you wide with my fist. You’d stretch
for me, break for me. I know you’d love that.” He’d wanted to open Jeffrey up
like that so badly. He would have fucked that little hole till it was raw and
red, till Jeffrey winced every time he moved and if he’d wanted then his demon
could have simply slid inside him without any resistance, Jeffrey’s hole as
welcoming to him as the rest of Jeffrey had been for him.
Jeffrey nodded wordlessly, hips straining off the bed and even though he was a
virgin, even though it would break him apart he wanted anything the demon did
to him.
The angle was all wrong though. He couldn’t get his fingers deep enough,
couldn’t fill Jeffrey the way he wanted. He’d break Jeffrey’s wrist trying to
fuck him this way and while Jeffrey would let him it wasn’t worth it. There
were other things he’d come up with to fill Jeffrey the way he needed. He
pulled his fingers free from inside Jeffrey. The man whimpered and arched his
hips up, silently begging for more.
The demon had been shopping. Humans made all sorts of delicious things. It was
easy to tell Jeffrey to just go to sleep, to take over all his body and make
sure that Jeffrey didn’t remember what he was doing. It had only been for a
little while, a present for Jeffrey. He wanted Jeffrey conscious through
everything else. He fished in the bag he’d brought with them, pulling out the
long, thin plastic cock he’d bought. The sex shop had been enlightening to say
the least. One day he would take Jeffrey there and have the man choose his own
toy, have him make the decision about what the demon would fuck him with but
not now.
Jeffrey’s eyes widened and he bit his lips, cheeks flushing red. It was
beautiful to see that innocence bloom there. The demon stole his mouth,
manipulating his tongue but he wanted to talk to Jeffrey, talk through him.
“Are you frightened? You shouldn’t be frightened. You’ll enjoy this, Jeffrey.
This is me, Jeffrey,” He gripped the fake cock, pressing it to Jeffrey’s tensed
little hole and when had Jeffrey tightened up again? Didn’t he know how much
that would hurt? Or maybe he wanted it to hurt? Jeffrey was a little slut for
pain it seemed. He drew the toy away and heard Jeffrey make a frustrated noise
in the back of his throat. “No, Jeffrey. Suck it.” He commanded, bringing the
cock up to force it between Jeffrey’s pink lips and down his throat. Jeffrey
jerked and spluttered, chocking on the cock in his mouth but he sucked like a
good boy, like he really believed the cold plastic was his demon’s cock. Even
when tears were collecting at the corners of his eyes, when he was gasping and
sobbing around the toy that was pressed obscenely deep in his throat Jeffrey
still sucked.
The demon pulled the toy free from Jeffrey’s mouth, watching him blink away the
tears and push his hips upwards, eager for the next part. “Please.” He
whimpered, his voice broken and the demon felt something inside him snap.
Jeffrey really was the perfect pupil, he could teach him absolutely everything
and Jeffrey would beg him for every lesson. He was so eager to be used.
“You’re so good, Jeffrey.” He murmured, pressing the wet plastic cock between
Jeffrey’s spread thighs. “My Jeffrey.” He said, enjoying the way Jeffrey’s face
lit up with a smile before he thrust the toy all the way inside him and Jeffrey
cried out, grabbing the covers and trying to wriggle away from the intrusion
inside him. The demon knew that it hurt; he could feel that it hurt Jeffrey but
he wouldn’t stop now. Jeffrey would learn. Eventually all pain turned to
pleasure if given enough time.
With each thrust Jeffrey relaxed, opened to him, growing more responsive, more
willing even with the pain. His face was dotted with tears, lips swollen and
his cheeks red but he moved back on each push, drawing the toy deeper inside
him, taking it as he would have taken the demon’s cock and one day his demon
would find another body, would convince Jeffrey to let him take him fully but
till that time he moved inside Jeffrey, forcing Jeffrey’s soul to come undone
at the same time as his body, blackening him forever and Jeffrey threw back his
head and cried out in pleasure as he came.
**
They lay cocooned together in the bed afterwards, the demon stroking his
fingers through Jeffrey’s hair, Jeffrey exhausted and sated. “Not a virgin
anymore.” His demon mocked him sweetly and Jeffrey looked up at him with loving
eyes.
“No.” He agreed, reaching his hand down between his thighs to pull the toy from
inside him but the demon stopped him, grabbing his wrist and drawing him away,
locking their fingers together.
“Keep it in.” He demanded and Jeffrey nodded wordlessly. He always did what he
was told. He really was the demon’s little star.
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