The One worth Suffering for chapter 1
Title: The One worth Suffering for
Author: cillab42
Artist: weeping_ice
Fandom: Supernatural RPF
Word Count: 36,166
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Chad Michael Murray, Jeffery Dean Morgan, Aldis Hodge, Christian Kane, Michael Rosenbaum, Katie Cassidy, Tom Welling, Mark Sheppard, Samantha Ferris
Warnings sexual context, non-con, violence, strong language, rape, mpreg,mentions of abortion
Summary: Jared and Jensen have been together for years and finally decided to start a family. When Jared was out of town, Jensen was brutally attacked in their home and left for dead. Together they struggle together to come to terms with what happened to Jensen because of secrets Jared kept.
A/N:This has been fun and an interesting write for me. The story was based on a prompt from spnkink-memefound here. There are several people I'd like to thank for getting me through this, but I'll start with saltandburnboys for making me want to attempt writing mpreg and then making my next three stories in that genre. I want to give a huge shout out to mirror_mirrin for her cheerleading and excellent skills as a beta. Any mistakes found are my own. And then there's the art, OMG it's wonderful thanks to the brilliant weeping-ice. I'd also like t give a huge hug to chosenfire28 for making this such a wonderful experience.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people mentioned in this story, just borrowing their likeness.
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
― Bob Marley
He’s here again, openly staring at Jensen and knowing that Jensen will not offer a single protest. What good would it do anyway? Jensen, Jared, and almost everyone in their inner circle have filed complaints with the police and have even confronted the man. The thing they discovered was according to the law, it is not illegal for Jeffery Dean Morgan to eye fuck Jensen Ackles. Imagine that.
Jensen is seated with his back against the wall in order to keep Jeff in sight. Because Jensen and their group of friends were aware of the situation with Jeff, they all understood his need for this seat, to always keep Morgan in his line of vision. In fact, they insisted that he take that seat. If he and Jared were the last to arrive, it was always available for him. “Where is the waitress with my tea?” Jensen rhetorically asked his table of friends who mostly ignored him. He would prefer something stronger to deal with Morgan, but he and his partner, had been officially trying to get pregnant for the past month, so alcohol was out for him. “Did she have to brew it?”
“No Princess, I told her I’d bring it to you when I came out of the head,” Chad answered walking up beside him and offering the drink in question. “Told Jared he was spoiling your ass.”
“Fucker did you wash your filthy hands?” Jensen teased as he accepted the beverage from his childhood friend. “Besides, you spoil me too.”
“I don’t know Jen,” Chris chuckled from his seat opposite of Jensen, “that sure don’t look like lemon to me.” When Chad glared at him from across the table, Chris threw his hands up and said, “Just saying.”
Jensen laughed at his friends, sat back in his chair, and sipped the cold drink. Throughout the years, work and commitments caused a few absentees, but at tonight’s gathering the only person missing was his partner of seven years, Jared Padalecki. He has been out of town for the week on business and was due home Sunday morning. The rest of the group thinks he will be home tomorrow, but this extra day will give Jensen room to breathe from their overprotectiveness and before he will be smothered in Jared’s.
Glancing around the table, Jensen is always amazed at the friends he and Jared accumulated over the years. Some bonds like Chris Kane and Chad Michael Murray (he christened himself that when he was ten) are old ones and then there are the new ones like Aldis Hodge and Katie Cassidy’s new boyfriend, Matt Cohen. Everyone in the group is so much alike it is as though they are one entity, all protective of each other. This can be both bad and good. As they are all aware that Jared is away on business they have been keeping an eye on him for Jared, as though Jensen cannot function without him around.
“Hey man, who is Uncle Creepy over there staring at this table?” Aldis asks nodding his head towards the bearded older man at a table across from them. “He’s been staring all night.”
All heads turned to where Aldis was looking to see to whom he was referring. “Oh, that’s Jensen’s stalker Jeffery Dean Morgan” Katie answered as though that explained everything. Seeing the confusion on the man’s face, she explained further. “That is Jeffery Dean Morgan, and he has been hot for Jensen for years. When he and Jared got together seven years ago, Jeffery started stalking him. Jensen likes to laugh it off, but we don’t trust him.”
“Hey, right here,” Jensen interrupted, “I’ve told you asses about talking about me as though I am not here.”
“Well man you won’t do anything about it.” Mike Rosenbaum alleged glaring across the room at the object of their discussion.
“Or let us do anything,” Chris Kane chimed in.
“He hasn’t done anything to cause me bodily harm and has made no threats.” Jensen mimicked the police officers words to him “however, if you do anything, it will be you who ends up in jail and not Mr. Morgan over there.”
“Whatever man,” Chris dismissed Jensen’s spiel with a laugh, “But if your ass wasn’t so pretty we wouldn’t have to watch out for you!” he joked, ducking just in time to miss the dinner roll Jensen tossed at his head.
Jeffery Dean Morgan, the reason for his friends over protectiveness, has reserved the table across from theirs almost as long as they have been coming to this restaurant. Although he can’t be certain, but he is almost sure, this is where he and Morgan first met. They were friendly at first even joining them at their table some evenings. When it became obvious that Jared and Jensen were more than just friends, the older man started showing an interest in Jensen and his displeasure that he was with Jared. At first, Jensen gently rebuffed the man, explaining he was flattered by his interest; and that he and Jared were now involved.
Around his friends, Jensen pretended that the mans continued interest did not bother him, but it did. He had continuously voiced this fear to Jared and knew this was the reason he had their friends watching him. Both he and Jared had made herculean efforts to know where the man was at all times, but that had proved to be impossible, however, the man always seemed to know where they were. He had often showed up at restaurants, charity events and other social events the two of them attended.
Looking at Jeff as he texted someone, Jensen felt a shudder go through his body. He did not know why, but tonight things just felt off and he took comfort in the fact that his overprotective friends surrounded him. The uneasiness probably stemmed from the little barely there smirks Jeff had been giving him all evening as if he knew something Jensen didn’t. A few minutes later when Jeff called for his check, and for once left before he did, Jensen’s body visibly relaxed because tonight he did not have to worry whether or not he had been followed or that he had to walk out with someone else like he was a fucking girl.
In Jared’s absence, if Jeff had not left early, even the women would have offered to walk him to his car. He knows that they all mean well, but sometimes it is just a little overwhelming, and made him feel helpless. If it was this bad now, how would they react if he was pregnant?
“Hey guys,” Chad, announced looking up from his phone, “I gotta get up early tomorrow, because apparently I have to take an extra shift so I’m calling it a night.” Chad stood up and said his goodbyes to everyone before actually leaving. Jensen sensed that he didn’t want to leave but he needed the rest.
Chad had been gone about five minutes before Jensen realized that the blonde had left his cell on the table. Jensen turned to see if perhaps he was still saying his goodbyes, but Chad was gone. Misha volunteered to run after him, but by the time he got to the parking lot, Chad had already driven away. Jensen concluded that because Chad actually knew that Jared would not be home until Sunday, he would visit them and he would return his phone then. He placed it in his front pocket to keep track of it until he returned it later, but he would still call Chad’s landline tomorrow to let him know that he had his cell.
Fifteen minutes after Chad said goodnight, Jensen realized that he was getting extremely tired and if he didn’t want to fall asleep while driving home, giving Jared another reason to be possessive, then he should follow suit; so along with Misha and Jake he said his farewells and left.
Pulling into the drive safe and sound with no damage to him or other drivers, Jensen still couldn’t understand why he was so tired. In the back of his mind, he remembered that that was one of the first signs of pregnancy, and smiled at the thought. He had a test in his bathroom that he would take as soon as he was rested because as tired as he was right now, there is no way he had the coordination to piss on that little stick. As he tried to put his key in the lock, the door cooperated by just opening so he really didn’t have to fight to fit the key in the lock. In the morning, he was going to figure out why that should be important, but tonight he just couldn’t focus on it.
He began to make his way across the room to the stairs that led up to their bedroom when an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“Jared?” He questioned confused. “’S not Sunday, why’re you here?”
“Not Jared sweetheart,” a gravelly voice whispered in his ear.
Fighting through his fog-hazed mind, he recognized that the voice did not belong to Jared and also more importantly, it did not belong in his home. When the second set of hands touched him, he knew something was wrong, his survival instinct kicked in Jensen attempted to turn, and run but the second man struck him from behind.
One of the men stood on the bottom step towering over him and the other behind him effectively blocking him in. “Please, I don’t have any cash,” he pleaded hoping robbery was their motivation, “but you can take anything you want just please… don’t hurt me.”
The man behind him chuckled as though Jensen had told a joke, “But Jensen, hurting you is what we want.”
“No, we don’t have to hurt him,” the other man denied, “not as long as he gives us what we want.”
“Look, no one has been hurt here, nothing has been done that you can’t just walk away from. “Jensen tried to reason finally understanding what it was they wanted. “Please, just go.”
“Waited too long to get you alone, to touch you, fuck if I walk away now.” Gravelly voice revealed.
“Yeah,” Chuckles agreed as he reached out and stroked Jensen’s arm. “Too long.”
In an attempt to appeal to their humanity, Jensen begged again in a whisper “Please don’t …”
He couldn’t say the words, could not believe that this was happening to him in his own home. For a split second, he thought that if he did not say the words aloud, then it would not be true, that it wouldn’t be real. As if reading Jensen’s mind and erasing any doubt about the intentions of the two men, Chuckles hand reached out and grabbed his ass and said, “How this happens is up to you, it can be easy or it can be hard, but either way it’s gonna happen.”
His mind had cleared some, but despite what was happening to him he felt the overwhelming desire to sleep, so he had to fight that as well. When he felt Chuckles hands move to slide under his shirt and tweak his nipples, he didn’t know what to do. If he moved forward, it was into the gravelly- voiced man and if he moved backwards, it was like an open invitation to Chuckles, either way he was screwed.
Jensen instinctively knew that if he went up the stairs with these two men it would not end well for him so he tried to escape. Turing his shoulder away from Chuckles, Jensen slipped between the space flanked by Chuckles body and the bannister. When he started running, it felt as though he was sprinting across the room towards the door to freedom. The reality was that he only took three sluggish steps before being tackled to the floor.
Not giving him a chance to sit up, the gravelly- voiced man was on top of him hip to chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. “You want it rough sweetheart?” He asked by grinding his hard cock into Jensen’s hip, “We can do rough.”
There was no denying it now, even though he still could not voice it aloud, Jensen was screaming it repeatedly in his head, “Rape! They are going to rape me!” Tears started rolling from eyes clenched shut in prayer that Jared, Chris or someone, anyone would miraculously walk through the door and save him from this nightmare. As soon as he felt the weight ease off him and his body being jerked from the floor and towards the stairs, Jensen knew that his prayer would not be answered.
As soon as he felt the stairs under his feet, he tried again to fight, but he was still at a disadvantage because the two men were stronger than he was and his limbs felt heavy and his senses were so cloudy that he could not focus. Jensen made a weak attempt to push the man in front of him away, but he was rewarded by getting knocked against the wall, and dislodging several pictures that hung there, the corner of one frame hitting him on his head.
His legs no longer able to bear his weight and started to give out when he looked up and saw a fist just before it made contact with the corner of his right eye and his nose causing them both to bleed.
“Stop!” Chuckles yelled, “I want him conscious. I want to hear him moan as I fuck into him.” He had barley wiped away the blood before they were dragging him again.
“Yeah, yeah you’re right,” Gravel Voice agreed, “I want those sweet lips wrapped around me and he can’t do that if he’s out cold,” With that agreement, Jensen felt rather than saw Chuckles step over him and join his friend on the stair above him. They each grabbed one of his hands and began to drag him up the stairs dislodging one of his shoes as it caught on the back of the stairs and towards the bedroom, the bedroom he shared with Jared. As they got to the door, he managed to free one of his hands and tried to hold on to the door, but he was too weak to do so.
He tried to hold on because he shared this bed with his partner. This bed is where they made love and were trying to make a baby and these two bastards were going to defile every good memory where they made here. As his fingers slip and leave a bloody trail on the doorframe, he cried a little harder for the loss.
Once inside he fell on his back to the floor “C’mon on pretty boy, on your knees,” the gravelly- voiced man encouraged in a deceptively sweet voice as he forced Jensen to his knees in front of him. Thrusting his hand under Jensen’s chin, Gravel Voice tilted Jensen’s head up and declared, “It’s time to get to work.”
Gravelly-Voice unzipped his pants, shoving them down to his ankles along with his boxers; he grabbed his cock and tapped the oozing head against Jensen’s lips signaling that he wanted him to open his mouth.
“Just in case you think about bringing your teeth to the party, remember we brought our own party favors,” Chuckles said as he leaned down and placed a large knife to the kneeling man’s throat.
Jensen reluctantly opened his mouth and let it be filled. Gravelly-Voice didn’t just put his cock in his mouth; he used the free hand on the back of Jensen’s head to hold him in place while he began to thrust in until he was in the back of his throat giving the kneeling man no time to adjust to his breath being cut off. Each time he started to black out from lack of oxygen, the man pulled out a little and his large hand slapped his face to stop him from completely passing out.
As his mouth was being ruthlessly fucked, Jensen was so focused on trying to breathe that he barely noticed that Chuckles was using his knife to cut away his clothes until Jensen was completely naked. When he felt the knife trace his spine down to the cleft of his ass without breaking the skin, Jensen knew it wasn’t a threat, it was really just a reminder of the power the men held over him.
Chuckles noticed that the phone in Jensen’s front pocket fell to the floor and he stopped to pick it up and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. He wanted to be aware if Jared called while he was fucking his boy.
“Man you are as beautiful as we thought you would be,” Chuckles said in awe as he stared at the stunning body he had just exposed. “I can’t believe that you wasted this prime ass on that giant fucking puppy. By the time I’m finished, you will be walking funny for more than a week. I promise it will be the rest of your life, I want you to remember me!”
Still choking on the cock in his mouth, Jensen feebly tried to shake his head and moaned in distress as to what was about to happen to him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop it, but he still had to try. The only thing his moans accomplished was getting his attacker off and he came down his throat.
He wanted to pass out, but he wasn’t allowed to, the men abusing him wanted him to feel every assault to his body. Each time he was about to slide into oblivion, he was slapped, hit, or punched. This was his punishment for not wanting or noticing either of these men. The sad thing was that now that he really needed to focus on them he couldn’t.
Jensen kept chanting Jared’s name repeatedly in his mind to get through this, but when he felt Chuckles pubic hair rub against his ass with no prep or lube, the litany of Jared had been replaced with stop, please stop. The pain was unbearable and shot like fire throughout his body as some unknown man’s unprotected cock slid painfully in and out of his body.
His fuck-roughened voice kept mumbling a weak stopstopstopstop repeatedly to no avail. After several thrusts, the pain eased up, and it felt as though Chuckles applied lube, but what Jensen did not know was that the lube was his own blood.
By the time the man emptied his seed into Jensen’s body, he was a bruised bloody mess and all he wanted to do was crawl into a corner and will himself to die from the pain and embarrassment because he came from the brutal attack. As if enough had not been taken from him tonight, Chuckles leaned over Jensen’s back and whispered, “Think he’s gonna want you now? Now that you bear our marks and who knows maybe even my baby.”
The last thing he heard before he passed out was the men telling him to rest because the night was just getting started.
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Author: cillab42
Artist: weeping_ice
Fandom: Supernatural RPF
Word Count: 36,166
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Chad Michael Murray, Jeffery Dean Morgan, Aldis Hodge, Christian Kane, Michael Rosenbaum, Katie Cassidy, Tom Welling, Mark Sheppard, Samantha Ferris
Warnings sexual context, non-con, violence, strong language, rape, mpreg,mentions of abortion
Summary: Jared and Jensen have been together for years and finally decided to start a family. When Jared was out of town, Jensen was brutally attacked in their home and left for dead. Together they struggle together to come to terms with what happened to Jensen because of secrets Jared kept.
A/N:This has been fun and an interesting write for me. The story was based on a prompt from spnkink-memefound here. There are several people I'd like to thank for getting me through this, but I'll start with saltandburnboys for making me want to attempt writing mpreg and then making my next three stories in that genre. I want to give a huge shout out to mirror_mirrin for her cheerleading and excellent skills as a beta. Any mistakes found are my own. And then there's the art, OMG it's wonderful thanks to the brilliant weeping-ice. I'd also like t give a huge hug to chosenfire28 for making this such a wonderful experience.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people mentioned in this story, just borrowing their likeness.
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
― Bob Marley
He’s here again, openly staring at Jensen and knowing that Jensen will not offer a single protest. What good would it do anyway? Jensen, Jared, and almost everyone in their inner circle have filed complaints with the police and have even confronted the man. The thing they discovered was according to the law, it is not illegal for Jeffery Dean Morgan to eye fuck Jensen Ackles. Imagine that.
Jensen is seated with his back against the wall in order to keep Jeff in sight. Because Jensen and their group of friends were aware of the situation with Jeff, they all understood his need for this seat, to always keep Morgan in his line of vision. In fact, they insisted that he take that seat. If he and Jared were the last to arrive, it was always available for him. “Where is the waitress with my tea?” Jensen rhetorically asked his table of friends who mostly ignored him. He would prefer something stronger to deal with Morgan, but he and his partner, had been officially trying to get pregnant for the past month, so alcohol was out for him. “Did she have to brew it?”
“No Princess, I told her I’d bring it to you when I came out of the head,” Chad answered walking up beside him and offering the drink in question. “Told Jared he was spoiling your ass.”
“Fucker did you wash your filthy hands?” Jensen teased as he accepted the beverage from his childhood friend. “Besides, you spoil me too.”
“I don’t know Jen,” Chris chuckled from his seat opposite of Jensen, “that sure don’t look like lemon to me.” When Chad glared at him from across the table, Chris threw his hands up and said, “Just saying.”
Jensen laughed at his friends, sat back in his chair, and sipped the cold drink. Throughout the years, work and commitments caused a few absentees, but at tonight’s gathering the only person missing was his partner of seven years, Jared Padalecki. He has been out of town for the week on business and was due home Sunday morning. The rest of the group thinks he will be home tomorrow, but this extra day will give Jensen room to breathe from their overprotectiveness and before he will be smothered in Jared’s.
Glancing around the table, Jensen is always amazed at the friends he and Jared accumulated over the years. Some bonds like Chris Kane and Chad Michael Murray (he christened himself that when he was ten) are old ones and then there are the new ones like Aldis Hodge and Katie Cassidy’s new boyfriend, Matt Cohen. Everyone in the group is so much alike it is as though they are one entity, all protective of each other. This can be both bad and good. As they are all aware that Jared is away on business they have been keeping an eye on him for Jared, as though Jensen cannot function without him around.
“Hey man, who is Uncle Creepy over there staring at this table?” Aldis asks nodding his head towards the bearded older man at a table across from them. “He’s been staring all night.”
All heads turned to where Aldis was looking to see to whom he was referring. “Oh, that’s Jensen’s stalker Jeffery Dean Morgan” Katie answered as though that explained everything. Seeing the confusion on the man’s face, she explained further. “That is Jeffery Dean Morgan, and he has been hot for Jensen for years. When he and Jared got together seven years ago, Jeffery started stalking him. Jensen likes to laugh it off, but we don’t trust him.”
“Hey, right here,” Jensen interrupted, “I’ve told you asses about talking about me as though I am not here.”
“Well man you won’t do anything about it.” Mike Rosenbaum alleged glaring across the room at the object of their discussion.
“Or let us do anything,” Chris Kane chimed in.
“He hasn’t done anything to cause me bodily harm and has made no threats.” Jensen mimicked the police officers words to him “however, if you do anything, it will be you who ends up in jail and not Mr. Morgan over there.”
“Whatever man,” Chris dismissed Jensen’s spiel with a laugh, “But if your ass wasn’t so pretty we wouldn’t have to watch out for you!” he joked, ducking just in time to miss the dinner roll Jensen tossed at his head.
Jeffery Dean Morgan, the reason for his friends over protectiveness, has reserved the table across from theirs almost as long as they have been coming to this restaurant. Although he can’t be certain, but he is almost sure, this is where he and Morgan first met. They were friendly at first even joining them at their table some evenings. When it became obvious that Jared and Jensen were more than just friends, the older man started showing an interest in Jensen and his displeasure that he was with Jared. At first, Jensen gently rebuffed the man, explaining he was flattered by his interest; and that he and Jared were now involved.
Around his friends, Jensen pretended that the mans continued interest did not bother him, but it did. He had continuously voiced this fear to Jared and knew this was the reason he had their friends watching him. Both he and Jared had made herculean efforts to know where the man was at all times, but that had proved to be impossible, however, the man always seemed to know where they were. He had often showed up at restaurants, charity events and other social events the two of them attended.
Looking at Jeff as he texted someone, Jensen felt a shudder go through his body. He did not know why, but tonight things just felt off and he took comfort in the fact that his overprotective friends surrounded him. The uneasiness probably stemmed from the little barely there smirks Jeff had been giving him all evening as if he knew something Jensen didn’t. A few minutes later when Jeff called for his check, and for once left before he did, Jensen’s body visibly relaxed because tonight he did not have to worry whether or not he had been followed or that he had to walk out with someone else like he was a fucking girl.
In Jared’s absence, if Jeff had not left early, even the women would have offered to walk him to his car. He knows that they all mean well, but sometimes it is just a little overwhelming, and made him feel helpless. If it was this bad now, how would they react if he was pregnant?
“Hey guys,” Chad, announced looking up from his phone, “I gotta get up early tomorrow, because apparently I have to take an extra shift so I’m calling it a night.” Chad stood up and said his goodbyes to everyone before actually leaving. Jensen sensed that he didn’t want to leave but he needed the rest.
Chad had been gone about five minutes before Jensen realized that the blonde had left his cell on the table. Jensen turned to see if perhaps he was still saying his goodbyes, but Chad was gone. Misha volunteered to run after him, but by the time he got to the parking lot, Chad had already driven away. Jensen concluded that because Chad actually knew that Jared would not be home until Sunday, he would visit them and he would return his phone then. He placed it in his front pocket to keep track of it until he returned it later, but he would still call Chad’s landline tomorrow to let him know that he had his cell.
Fifteen minutes after Chad said goodnight, Jensen realized that he was getting extremely tired and if he didn’t want to fall asleep while driving home, giving Jared another reason to be possessive, then he should follow suit; so along with Misha and Jake he said his farewells and left.
Pulling into the drive safe and sound with no damage to him or other drivers, Jensen still couldn’t understand why he was so tired. In the back of his mind, he remembered that that was one of the first signs of pregnancy, and smiled at the thought. He had a test in his bathroom that he would take as soon as he was rested because as tired as he was right now, there is no way he had the coordination to piss on that little stick. As he tried to put his key in the lock, the door cooperated by just opening so he really didn’t have to fight to fit the key in the lock. In the morning, he was going to figure out why that should be important, but tonight he just couldn’t focus on it.
He began to make his way across the room to the stairs that led up to their bedroom when an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“Jared?” He questioned confused. “’S not Sunday, why’re you here?”
“Not Jared sweetheart,” a gravelly voice whispered in his ear.
Fighting through his fog-hazed mind, he recognized that the voice did not belong to Jared and also more importantly, it did not belong in his home. When the second set of hands touched him, he knew something was wrong, his survival instinct kicked in Jensen attempted to turn, and run but the second man struck him from behind.
One of the men stood on the bottom step towering over him and the other behind him effectively blocking him in. “Please, I don’t have any cash,” he pleaded hoping robbery was their motivation, “but you can take anything you want just please… don’t hurt me.”
The man behind him chuckled as though Jensen had told a joke, “But Jensen, hurting you is what we want.”
“No, we don’t have to hurt him,” the other man denied, “not as long as he gives us what we want.”
“Look, no one has been hurt here, nothing has been done that you can’t just walk away from. “Jensen tried to reason finally understanding what it was they wanted. “Please, just go.”
“Waited too long to get you alone, to touch you, fuck if I walk away now.” Gravelly voice revealed.
“Yeah,” Chuckles agreed as he reached out and stroked Jensen’s arm. “Too long.”
In an attempt to appeal to their humanity, Jensen begged again in a whisper “Please don’t …”
He couldn’t say the words, could not believe that this was happening to him in his own home. For a split second, he thought that if he did not say the words aloud, then it would not be true, that it wouldn’t be real. As if reading Jensen’s mind and erasing any doubt about the intentions of the two men, Chuckles hand reached out and grabbed his ass and said, “How this happens is up to you, it can be easy or it can be hard, but either way it’s gonna happen.”
His mind had cleared some, but despite what was happening to him he felt the overwhelming desire to sleep, so he had to fight that as well. When he felt Chuckles hands move to slide under his shirt and tweak his nipples, he didn’t know what to do. If he moved forward, it was into the gravelly- voiced man and if he moved backwards, it was like an open invitation to Chuckles, either way he was screwed.
Jensen instinctively knew that if he went up the stairs with these two men it would not end well for him so he tried to escape. Turing his shoulder away from Chuckles, Jensen slipped between the space flanked by Chuckles body and the bannister. When he started running, it felt as though he was sprinting across the room towards the door to freedom. The reality was that he only took three sluggish steps before being tackled to the floor.
Not giving him a chance to sit up, the gravelly- voiced man was on top of him hip to chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. “You want it rough sweetheart?” He asked by grinding his hard cock into Jensen’s hip, “We can do rough.”
There was no denying it now, even though he still could not voice it aloud, Jensen was screaming it repeatedly in his head, “Rape! They are going to rape me!” Tears started rolling from eyes clenched shut in prayer that Jared, Chris or someone, anyone would miraculously walk through the door and save him from this nightmare. As soon as he felt the weight ease off him and his body being jerked from the floor and towards the stairs, Jensen knew that his prayer would not be answered.
As soon as he felt the stairs under his feet, he tried again to fight, but he was still at a disadvantage because the two men were stronger than he was and his limbs felt heavy and his senses were so cloudy that he could not focus. Jensen made a weak attempt to push the man in front of him away, but he was rewarded by getting knocked against the wall, and dislodging several pictures that hung there, the corner of one frame hitting him on his head.
His legs no longer able to bear his weight and started to give out when he looked up and saw a fist just before it made contact with the corner of his right eye and his nose causing them both to bleed.
“Stop!” Chuckles yelled, “I want him conscious. I want to hear him moan as I fuck into him.” He had barley wiped away the blood before they were dragging him again.
“Yeah, yeah you’re right,” Gravel Voice agreed, “I want those sweet lips wrapped around me and he can’t do that if he’s out cold,” With that agreement, Jensen felt rather than saw Chuckles step over him and join his friend on the stair above him. They each grabbed one of his hands and began to drag him up the stairs dislodging one of his shoes as it caught on the back of the stairs and towards the bedroom, the bedroom he shared with Jared. As they got to the door, he managed to free one of his hands and tried to hold on to the door, but he was too weak to do so.
He tried to hold on because he shared this bed with his partner. This bed is where they made love and were trying to make a baby and these two bastards were going to defile every good memory where they made here. As his fingers slip and leave a bloody trail on the doorframe, he cried a little harder for the loss.
Once inside he fell on his back to the floor “C’mon on pretty boy, on your knees,” the gravelly- voiced man encouraged in a deceptively sweet voice as he forced Jensen to his knees in front of him. Thrusting his hand under Jensen’s chin, Gravel Voice tilted Jensen’s head up and declared, “It’s time to get to work.”
Gravelly-Voice unzipped his pants, shoving them down to his ankles along with his boxers; he grabbed his cock and tapped the oozing head against Jensen’s lips signaling that he wanted him to open his mouth.
“Just in case you think about bringing your teeth to the party, remember we brought our own party favors,” Chuckles said as he leaned down and placed a large knife to the kneeling man’s throat.
Jensen reluctantly opened his mouth and let it be filled. Gravelly-Voice didn’t just put his cock in his mouth; he used the free hand on the back of Jensen’s head to hold him in place while he began to thrust in until he was in the back of his throat giving the kneeling man no time to adjust to his breath being cut off. Each time he started to black out from lack of oxygen, the man pulled out a little and his large hand slapped his face to stop him from completely passing out.
As his mouth was being ruthlessly fucked, Jensen was so focused on trying to breathe that he barely noticed that Chuckles was using his knife to cut away his clothes until Jensen was completely naked. When he felt the knife trace his spine down to the cleft of his ass without breaking the skin, Jensen knew it wasn’t a threat, it was really just a reminder of the power the men held over him.
Chuckles noticed that the phone in Jensen’s front pocket fell to the floor and he stopped to pick it up and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. He wanted to be aware if Jared called while he was fucking his boy.
“Man you are as beautiful as we thought you would be,” Chuckles said in awe as he stared at the stunning body he had just exposed. “I can’t believe that you wasted this prime ass on that giant fucking puppy. By the time I’m finished, you will be walking funny for more than a week. I promise it will be the rest of your life, I want you to remember me!”
Still choking on the cock in his mouth, Jensen feebly tried to shake his head and moaned in distress as to what was about to happen to him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop it, but he still had to try. The only thing his moans accomplished was getting his attacker off and he came down his throat.
He wanted to pass out, but he wasn’t allowed to, the men abusing him wanted him to feel every assault to his body. Each time he was about to slide into oblivion, he was slapped, hit, or punched. This was his punishment for not wanting or noticing either of these men. The sad thing was that now that he really needed to focus on them he couldn’t.
Jensen kept chanting Jared’s name repeatedly in his mind to get through this, but when he felt Chuckles pubic hair rub against his ass with no prep or lube, the litany of Jared had been replaced with stop, please stop. The pain was unbearable and shot like fire throughout his body as some unknown man’s unprotected cock slid painfully in and out of his body.
His fuck-roughened voice kept mumbling a weak stopstopstopstop repeatedly to no avail. After several thrusts, the pain eased up, and it felt as though Chuckles applied lube, but what Jensen did not know was that the lube was his own blood.
By the time the man emptied his seed into Jensen’s body, he was a bruised bloody mess and all he wanted to do was crawl into a corner and will himself to die from the pain and embarrassment because he came from the brutal attack. As if enough had not been taken from him tonight, Chuckles leaned over Jensen’s back and whispered, “Think he’s gonna want you now? Now that you bear our marks and who knows maybe even my baby.”
The last thing he heard before he passed out was the men telling him to rest because the night was just getting started.
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