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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapped_Dean_Winchester, Cage_Fights, Forced, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Barebacking, Alternate_Universe_-_Slavery, Hurt_Dean_Winchester,
      Community:_spnkink_meme
  Collections:
      Supernatural_Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-06-01 Words: 1037
****** The Blood Of The Innocent Lamb ******
by Cozy_coffee
Summary
     A fill for the spnkink_meme prompt; OMC/Dean, Naked Combat, 15 years
     old Dean is kidnapped and forced to have a naked combat with some
     older man. The winner get to fuck the loser, unfortunately Dean loses
     and has to endure being fucked by the older man.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
An innocent child stolen away from his cherishing family. A youthful warrior
forced into battle. He has no name in the arena of blood and bone and fierce
battle. In fragile strength he desperately fights to win, to prevent his
destiny as the innocent lamb thrown to the snarling wolves.
Being knocked down is just the beginning. His limbs buckle, his body aches;
bile ascends in the back of his throat. Dean swallows thickly as he lashes out,
but a swift kick to the back of his knobby knees sends him down to the floor
and into the land of predators. Tears come then, rising up and spilling hot
down his freckled cheeks.
The fear is alive in his heart, twisting and coiling, surging shivers through
his body as the beast advances on him. He does not submit. He lashes out,
fights with every bit of strength he has. It is all futility. The beast is
bigger, stronger; his horrendous backhand sends Dean him down to his belly on
the floor, bruised cheek pressed into the mat. Baby soft skin is cut and
bleeding, painted with black and purple, and yellow hues of bruises marking his
thin frame.
There is no prep, no leniency—only the vicious ministrations of the beast. The
man fucks like he fights, fierce and unforgiving, snarling and huffing against
Dean's neck as he pins him down the mat. The hand gripping him by the back of
his neck pushes him down harder, Dean struggles, even as he is maliciously
assaulted, he fights to be free.
His cheeks are wet with tears, his heartbreak sobs rattling his bruised
ribcage. There’s no finesse or rhythm of the man, mostly mindless rutting. His
hulking body crushes Dean down to the dirty floor, the man outweighs the young
teen easily; he is capable of holding Dean under him as his hips rut like a
beast in heat. The man's balls are enormous and heavy, painfully slapping
against Dean's ass.
The roar of the crowd cheering drowns out Dean’s broken wailing, hushes the
sobs which rattle his chest. The guests are enjoying the show, sick perverts,
pimps and whores and unfeeling individuals who care not of the prosperity of a
pure youngster.
Dean is so cold, he shivers violently. His muscles bunch and twitch,
contractions jerking his body as his hot tears seems to burn the flesh from his
cheeks as he sobs. His ass ached fiercely, pink rim burning where he is
stretched wide by the man's massive cock. Hips’ still working frantically, Dean
feels every long, bulging inch of the cock ramming inside him and ripping deep
into his gut; the agony is disgusting, nauseating, throbbing red hot like a
fire and coiling in his gut, twisting his intestines.
The initial push that broke him open nearly brought him to the unconscious, his
vision morphing into black spots and twinkling white specks, yet good will was
not granted to him. He was forced to remain awaked as he endured the man’s
wrath, unable to leave this world of suffering behind. Dean's body shakes
almost violently, breaths coming quickly while his heart hammers against his
sore ribcage as the man pumps his hips jackhammering and quick, falling into a
sloppy, rhythmless pace.
The man is a vicious stud; the harsh fuck goes on for what appears like an
unfathomable length of time, his pig grunts and huffing mingling with Dean's
whimpering and the crowd cheering. When a hand reaches down to fondle his cock,
the soft flesh doesn’t to rise to full mast. Dean flinches, attempting to jerk
away from the touch.
He claws at the ground, endeavoring to escape, but the hand grips his flesh and
nails cut in deep, breaking into the skin. He cries out, big, wet tears
trickling down his cheeks as the man sets up an even more punishing pace,
knocking their air out of his lungs. It seems like the man wishes for him to
come, he jerks Dean off, but there is no pleasure for the teen to enjoy. His
flesh remains soft.
The man snarls into his ear, breathe moist and wet, his other hand clamps
tightly over Dean's mouth to muffle his whimpers. Dean’s gasping now as the
throbbing pain inside him roars hot like smoldering embers, his breaths are
coming short and fast, almost hitting the level of hyperventilation as the man
plows into him.
The crowd is much louder now that the man shows signs of climaxing, they scream
‘breed him, breed the bitch!’ and the walls seem to rattle as Dean screams
while he is ripped open. The man's hips punch forward one last time, cock
digging in as deep as it can go, he spills long and hard.
Dean can feel the blood between his legs, trickling out of his hole as the man
keeps forcing himself in deeper. The little hole stretches wider, the skin
splits, soaking Dean in red. The colors blend when the man comes, white and red
blooming cheery pink.
The man is still fucking roughly in and out of Dean’s asshole and jerking his
soft cock when the pain swarms Dean's body, becoming too much for his mind to
tolerate. Darkness swarms in, his mind blurs hazy around the edges. As the
world disappears, Dean prays to a God he doesn’t believe in, begging for
salvation from this Hellish world.
He comes to at some point later, came back to the confine of his cage, soiled
and used. His abductors give him a glass of water, and a few scraps of bread,
but Dean’s stomach is unable to enjoy the meal; bile rises in his throat when
he feels a thick trickle of cum and blood leak out of his puffy red hole.
He can hear in the distance, in the arena, the groaning of a man and the crying
of a wailing young lady; another fuck battle is seething, and when he looks to
the left to the cage next to him, he notices the girl is not there. She is
another victim, like Dean. Another innocent child stolen away from her loving
family. A young fighter forced into battle.
Another lamb thrown to the wolves.
♥ END ♥
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