The First Cut Is The Deepest - 1/?
Title: The First Cut is the Deepest - 1/?
Author(s): lady_fetish
Pairing/Character(s): Teen!Sam/OMC, Teen!Sam/Dean
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Sometimes the things that go bump in the night are much worse than the boogeyman.
Warning(s): Underage Sex (Sam is 16 in this fiction), Slash, Graphic Rape & Wincest (M/M non-sex & M/M sex between siblings), Swearing, Violence, Angst, Schmoop, Hurt/Comfort.
A/N: Written for abused_sammy Prompt Fest. My Prompt: Sixteen year old Sam is cornered in the school bathroom by a group of bullies. Somehow, he ends up on his knees, brutally sodomized by more than one guy at a time. (Preferably, Dean saves him in the end)
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The halls were empty as Sam walked out of Mr. Fuller’s classroom. He had no idea how it was that he had a ‘C’ in pre-algebra. He’d done all the work, studied and managed to do seemingly well on every test and pop quiz. He’d made an after hours appointment with the man to try and talk this out so that he could hopefully turn his grade around only to feel as though he’d accomplished nothing other than beating his head against a wall, he even had the headache to prove it.
Frowning thoughtfully and totally distracted over the mess his grades were in and his seeming inability to change it no matter what he did; Sam turned the corner at the end of the hall, heading toward the doorway leading to the stairwell outside without paying any attention to his surroundings. He didn’t even notice the group of guys, all of which were well known school bullies nor did he notice the fact that after they‘d spotted him, they followed nonchalantly along behind him.
Glancing to his right toward the men’s room located just before the glass door leading out, Sam paused in his steps and sighed heavily. He lifted a hand and threaded his fingers back through his longish hair before turning and heading into the bathroom intent on splashing some cool water on his face in an attempt to collect himself before heading home. He didn’t need his dad or Dean grilling him over what was wrong when he simply didn’t want to talk about it; it was bad enough that the matter had his stomach tied up in knots.
One of the bullies, the leader if one could be called such, turned his head and grinned wickedly at his buddies as Sam disappeared into the bathroom.
‘Oh yeah guys, this is gonna to be even easier than we thought,’ his look silently announced as his dark and lethal gaze moved to each of them in turn.
His friends chuckled soundlessly and nodded in agreement to the silent conversation that had transpired between them.
Sam stood before one of the five white porcelain sinks and reached down with one hand collecting cool water that rushed full blast from the faucet into his palm. Squeezing his eyes closed he bent slightly at the waist and splashed the water up onto his features before running his hand over the length of his face.
He pried his eyes open and straightened as he heard the bathroom door swing on its hinges. He gazed into the mirror in front of him, watching the group of guys, five of them in all as they entered the bathroom. Water dripped off his face and the tips of his hair that had fallen forward though he ignored it, keeping his attention anxiously focused on the young men behind him. He reached for the faucet with the hand he’d used to splash his face and shut off the water. Pulling his hand away, he nonchalantly ran his hand down his face once more and sniffled before turning, his eyes lowered slightly though he remained alert for trouble as he headed toward the men’s room door, the submissive action an attempt to simply get the hell out of there without anything bad happening.
One of the bullies stepped to the side, blocking Sam’s path and reached out, his hand against the center of Sam’s chest, shoving him backward. He snickered as Sam stagger stepped backward and his eyes lifted briefly before lowering once more.
“Where ya goin’ freak?” The guy taunted.
Sam shook his head, “I don’t want any trouble,” he mumbled softly and attempted to step around the man, trying once more to get to the door.
Again Sam was shoved backward, this time by both the first man as well as another, sending Sam staggering back to the point that he nearly fell over.
“Aw, did ya hear that? He doesn’t want any trouble,” the new assailant mocked.
A third young man pushed his way forward as two of the other bullies inched their way around behind Sam, “Oh well that’s too bad,” he commented with a faked pout as his head tilted to the side, feigning sympathy before his lips curled upward into a fiendish smile and he lifted his head, “cause it looks like trouble’s found you,” he retorted crudely.
The other young men laughed cruelly as they nodded, exchanging mock punches with one another.
“Yeah, looks like trouble’s found you, freak,” one of them agreed.
“Yeah, freak, what’cha gonna do about that, eh?” another asked coldly.
Sam lifted his gaze to the kid’s face and swallowed hard, glancing around him at the others who had fanned out, encircling him. He shook his head as he returned his attention to the one who seemed to be leading the others.
“Nothing, I was just on my way home,” he insisted gently.
“Looks like your gonna be a little late,” one of the young men standing behind Sam cut in with a wicked chuckle.
Sam’s hands at his sides curled and uncurled into fists as he prepared himself since this definitely seemed to be leading to a fight. He wasn’t big on fighting with people and being called even more of a freak for the things that he knew, the way that his and Dean’s dad had taught them to fight, but he also wasn’t going to simply allow them to beat him up either.
The shove from behind took Sam slightly off guard having expected the attack to come from the hefty kid in front of him who seemed to be the leader of this rag-tag bunch of bullies. He stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet in the process resulting in his very nearly falling face first onto the cement tiled floor. What stopped his progression however had Sam struggling and almost wishing he would have just fallen as the two reed thin guys that flanked the husky one grabbed him.
Dean huffed softly in annoyance as he walked down the sidewalk leading to the front doors of the High School located in the newest town their father had found for them all to hide out in. He wasn’t overly thrilled over having to drive all the way into town and pick up his little brother from school, but since Sam hadn’t come home when he was supposed to Dean had begun to worry.
Even with Sam’s penchant for staying after school and studying in the library until nearly dinner time, this was exceptionally late. Dinner time had long passed and the sun had set hours ago, turning the light of day into the dark of night and still there had been no sign of Sam. Part of Dean hoped to hell there was a good reason for his little brother scaring the hell out of him like he had while another part of him hoped to God that the kid had simply lost track of time. Of course, if it was the latter he was going to kick Sam’s ass all the way back home.
Tugging at the front doors of the school, Dean clenched his teeth in angered irritation when he found the place to be locked up tight for the evening.
“Sonuvabitch!” He spat in soft annoyance.
It was official; he was going to choke the life out of his brother when he found him.
His head pivoted as he looked around himself in an effort to make sure no one was watching before he reached into the inside pocket of the leather jacket his dad had given him and pulled out his lock pick case. Crouching down onto one knee he began to pick open the lock on the doors. Sure, he likely could have went around to the back of the school and possibly found an opened window or a door that had been left unlocked but he was beyond disgruntled at the entire scenario and breaking in through the front doors seemed to just be easier at this point.
As the door popped open, Dean looked back over his shoulder once more to be sure that no one was watching before he pulled up to his full height and slipped inside as he tugged his picks free from the door, placing them back in the case and tucking them back into the pocket of his leather.
Walking into the building, his sinuses were assaulted by the same scents that seemed to over power every school all over the country, the stink of cheap ink and paper, mingled body orders, and the stench of sweat and rubber soled shoes. Making a disgusted face he continued along his way, walking down the hall and peering in through classroom door windows for any sign of his brother.
“Sam,” he whispered in the stillness of the place as he walked, looking into each room as he passed. “Sammy!”
Reaching the end of the hall without having any luck at all, Dean decided to forego his semi silent search.
“Sammy!” Dean called out loudly this time as he pivoted on his heel, turning back around when he reached the glass doors leading out onto the stairwell outside.
“Sam, c’mon let‘s go!” He shouted, “C’mon, man, I mean it! I’m not waitin’ all day for your ass!”
A groan of pain tumbled from his lips as Sam’s beaten and bloodied body rolled across the bathroom floor. Even with all the training that their father had given them, Sam wasn’t prepared for a fight where he was outnumbered five to one and where most of those involved were armed and much broader of frame than he was. If the knives that some of the punks carried weren’t enough Sam’s size seemed to be just as much a factor in this instance. Though he might be taller than most, Sam was still lanky and wiry and not as well muscled as some others his own age.
Legs twisted and spread out on the cold discolored tiles beneath him, his chest and sides heaved with each ragged breath that tore from between his slightly parted lips as Sam stared up at the cracked white panel ceiling through pain glazed eyes. Blood that had gathered in his mouth began to burn at his throat, choking him and causing him to gag, his body to convulse slightly where he lay. His crimson stained straight and normally white teeth were just barely visible from between his lips and a thick rivulet of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth sliding into the hair at his nape.
Eyes fixed on Sam’s fallen form, his gaze roamed over the areas of bare skin peeking out through the ripped sections of cotton between Sam’s tee and jacket as the leader of the gang of bullies lowered his hands and reached for the button fly of his jeans. His bruised and busted up, ruddy hued hands deftly unfastened the closures of his jeans, tugging the fly open and exposing the lewd bulge beneath the crotch of his dingy white briefs before he reached for the thick, heavy chain that hung loosely from the waistband of denim at his hip.
“Haul his stupid nerdy ass up,” he commanded regarding Sam, a devilishly lascivious smirk teasing at his lips, “I got plans for this one.”
“Sammy, come on!” Dean called out as he walked past the bathroom door toward the glass one leading outside and to the stairs heading out of this godforsaken place.
He scoffed in irritation as he turned and leaned his shoulders back against the locked glass door, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. His gaze searched the hall, roaming over each doorway along the way as he struggled to decipher exactly where it was that his brother could be hiding out.
“What the hell could you be doin’, Sam?” He called out with in disgruntled annoyance before his lips curled upward at the corner and he snickered softly in amusement as a thought came to him regarding his uptight and as far as he knew, virginal little brother.
“Come on, Sam, s’not like you’re busy gettin’ laid or somethin’,” he reasoned.
Author(s): lady_fetish
Pairing/Character(s): Teen!Sam/OMC, Teen!Sam/Dean
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Sometimes the things that go bump in the night are much worse than the boogeyman.
Warning(s): Underage Sex (Sam is 16 in this fiction), Slash, Graphic Rape & Wincest (M/M non-sex & M/M sex between siblings), Swearing, Violence, Angst, Schmoop, Hurt/Comfort.
A/N: Written for abused_sammy Prompt Fest. My Prompt: Sixteen year old Sam is cornered in the school bathroom by a group of bullies. Somehow, he ends up on his knees, brutally sodomized by more than one guy at a time. (Preferably, Dean saves him in the end)
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The halls were empty as Sam walked out of Mr. Fuller’s classroom. He had no idea how it was that he had a ‘C’ in pre-algebra. He’d done all the work, studied and managed to do seemingly well on every test and pop quiz. He’d made an after hours appointment with the man to try and talk this out so that he could hopefully turn his grade around only to feel as though he’d accomplished nothing other than beating his head against a wall, he even had the headache to prove it.
Frowning thoughtfully and totally distracted over the mess his grades were in and his seeming inability to change it no matter what he did; Sam turned the corner at the end of the hall, heading toward the doorway leading to the stairwell outside without paying any attention to his surroundings. He didn’t even notice the group of guys, all of which were well known school bullies nor did he notice the fact that after they‘d spotted him, they followed nonchalantly along behind him.
Glancing to his right toward the men’s room located just before the glass door leading out, Sam paused in his steps and sighed heavily. He lifted a hand and threaded his fingers back through his longish hair before turning and heading into the bathroom intent on splashing some cool water on his face in an attempt to collect himself before heading home. He didn’t need his dad or Dean grilling him over what was wrong when he simply didn’t want to talk about it; it was bad enough that the matter had his stomach tied up in knots.
One of the bullies, the leader if one could be called such, turned his head and grinned wickedly at his buddies as Sam disappeared into the bathroom.
‘Oh yeah guys, this is gonna to be even easier than we thought,’ his look silently announced as his dark and lethal gaze moved to each of them in turn.
His friends chuckled soundlessly and nodded in agreement to the silent conversation that had transpired between them.
Sam stood before one of the five white porcelain sinks and reached down with one hand collecting cool water that rushed full blast from the faucet into his palm. Squeezing his eyes closed he bent slightly at the waist and splashed the water up onto his features before running his hand over the length of his face.
He pried his eyes open and straightened as he heard the bathroom door swing on its hinges. He gazed into the mirror in front of him, watching the group of guys, five of them in all as they entered the bathroom. Water dripped off his face and the tips of his hair that had fallen forward though he ignored it, keeping his attention anxiously focused on the young men behind him. He reached for the faucet with the hand he’d used to splash his face and shut off the water. Pulling his hand away, he nonchalantly ran his hand down his face once more and sniffled before turning, his eyes lowered slightly though he remained alert for trouble as he headed toward the men’s room door, the submissive action an attempt to simply get the hell out of there without anything bad happening.
One of the bullies stepped to the side, blocking Sam’s path and reached out, his hand against the center of Sam’s chest, shoving him backward. He snickered as Sam stagger stepped backward and his eyes lifted briefly before lowering once more.
“Where ya goin’ freak?” The guy taunted.
Sam shook his head, “I don’t want any trouble,” he mumbled softly and attempted to step around the man, trying once more to get to the door.
Again Sam was shoved backward, this time by both the first man as well as another, sending Sam staggering back to the point that he nearly fell over.
“Aw, did ya hear that? He doesn’t want any trouble,” the new assailant mocked.
A third young man pushed his way forward as two of the other bullies inched their way around behind Sam, “Oh well that’s too bad,” he commented with a faked pout as his head tilted to the side, feigning sympathy before his lips curled upward into a fiendish smile and he lifted his head, “cause it looks like trouble’s found you,” he retorted crudely.
The other young men laughed cruelly as they nodded, exchanging mock punches with one another.
“Yeah, looks like trouble’s found you, freak,” one of them agreed.
“Yeah, freak, what’cha gonna do about that, eh?” another asked coldly.
Sam lifted his gaze to the kid’s face and swallowed hard, glancing around him at the others who had fanned out, encircling him. He shook his head as he returned his attention to the one who seemed to be leading the others.
“Nothing, I was just on my way home,” he insisted gently.
“Looks like your gonna be a little late,” one of the young men standing behind Sam cut in with a wicked chuckle.
Sam’s hands at his sides curled and uncurled into fists as he prepared himself since this definitely seemed to be leading to a fight. He wasn’t big on fighting with people and being called even more of a freak for the things that he knew, the way that his and Dean’s dad had taught them to fight, but he also wasn’t going to simply allow them to beat him up either.
The shove from behind took Sam slightly off guard having expected the attack to come from the hefty kid in front of him who seemed to be the leader of this rag-tag bunch of bullies. He stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet in the process resulting in his very nearly falling face first onto the cement tiled floor. What stopped his progression however had Sam struggling and almost wishing he would have just fallen as the two reed thin guys that flanked the husky one grabbed him.
Dean huffed softly in annoyance as he walked down the sidewalk leading to the front doors of the High School located in the newest town their father had found for them all to hide out in. He wasn’t overly thrilled over having to drive all the way into town and pick up his little brother from school, but since Sam hadn’t come home when he was supposed to Dean had begun to worry.
Even with Sam’s penchant for staying after school and studying in the library until nearly dinner time, this was exceptionally late. Dinner time had long passed and the sun had set hours ago, turning the light of day into the dark of night and still there had been no sign of Sam. Part of Dean hoped to hell there was a good reason for his little brother scaring the hell out of him like he had while another part of him hoped to God that the kid had simply lost track of time. Of course, if it was the latter he was going to kick Sam’s ass all the way back home.
Tugging at the front doors of the school, Dean clenched his teeth in angered irritation when he found the place to be locked up tight for the evening.
“Sonuvabitch!” He spat in soft annoyance.
It was official; he was going to choke the life out of his brother when he found him.
His head pivoted as he looked around himself in an effort to make sure no one was watching before he reached into the inside pocket of the leather jacket his dad had given him and pulled out his lock pick case. Crouching down onto one knee he began to pick open the lock on the doors. Sure, he likely could have went around to the back of the school and possibly found an opened window or a door that had been left unlocked but he was beyond disgruntled at the entire scenario and breaking in through the front doors seemed to just be easier at this point.
As the door popped open, Dean looked back over his shoulder once more to be sure that no one was watching before he pulled up to his full height and slipped inside as he tugged his picks free from the door, placing them back in the case and tucking them back into the pocket of his leather.
Walking into the building, his sinuses were assaulted by the same scents that seemed to over power every school all over the country, the stink of cheap ink and paper, mingled body orders, and the stench of sweat and rubber soled shoes. Making a disgusted face he continued along his way, walking down the hall and peering in through classroom door windows for any sign of his brother.
“Sam,” he whispered in the stillness of the place as he walked, looking into each room as he passed. “Sammy!”
Reaching the end of the hall without having any luck at all, Dean decided to forego his semi silent search.
“Sammy!” Dean called out loudly this time as he pivoted on his heel, turning back around when he reached the glass doors leading out onto the stairwell outside.
“Sam, c’mon let‘s go!” He shouted, “C’mon, man, I mean it! I’m not waitin’ all day for your ass!”
A groan of pain tumbled from his lips as Sam’s beaten and bloodied body rolled across the bathroom floor. Even with all the training that their father had given them, Sam wasn’t prepared for a fight where he was outnumbered five to one and where most of those involved were armed and much broader of frame than he was. If the knives that some of the punks carried weren’t enough Sam’s size seemed to be just as much a factor in this instance. Though he might be taller than most, Sam was still lanky and wiry and not as well muscled as some others his own age.
Legs twisted and spread out on the cold discolored tiles beneath him, his chest and sides heaved with each ragged breath that tore from between his slightly parted lips as Sam stared up at the cracked white panel ceiling through pain glazed eyes. Blood that had gathered in his mouth began to burn at his throat, choking him and causing him to gag, his body to convulse slightly where he lay. His crimson stained straight and normally white teeth were just barely visible from between his lips and a thick rivulet of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth sliding into the hair at his nape.
Eyes fixed on Sam’s fallen form, his gaze roamed over the areas of bare skin peeking out through the ripped sections of cotton between Sam’s tee and jacket as the leader of the gang of bullies lowered his hands and reached for the button fly of his jeans. His bruised and busted up, ruddy hued hands deftly unfastened the closures of his jeans, tugging the fly open and exposing the lewd bulge beneath the crotch of his dingy white briefs before he reached for the thick, heavy chain that hung loosely from the waistband of denim at his hip.
“Haul his stupid nerdy ass up,” he commanded regarding Sam, a devilishly lascivious smirk teasing at his lips, “I got plans for this one.”
“Sammy, come on!” Dean called out as he walked past the bathroom door toward the glass one leading outside and to the stairs heading out of this godforsaken place.
He scoffed in irritation as he turned and leaned his shoulders back against the locked glass door, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. His gaze searched the hall, roaming over each doorway along the way as he struggled to decipher exactly where it was that his brother could be hiding out.
“What the hell could you be doin’, Sam?” He called out with in disgruntled annoyance before his lips curled upward at the corner and he snickered softly in amusement as a thought came to him regarding his uptight and as far as he knew, virginal little brother.
“Come on, Sam, s’not like you’re busy gettin’ laid or somethin’,” he reasoned.