Guess what day it is? Comment-fic day!

[ratherastory]

Once again, it's everyone's favourite day in Supernatural: May 2nd! You know what that means, right? Time to hurt Sam! ;)

You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:

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[ephemerall]

He heard someone spit and felt it hit his lower back. His heart was thundering in his ears, knowing with a certain, sinking dread where this was going. He thought about begging, but every time he’s talked he’s gotten hit, and in this position he doesn’t know what they could do to really hurt him. “Gotta learn to accept ALL your brothers, Winchester,” he said, voice pitched low. Sam had no control over his struggling when he heard another belt buckle jingling and the sound of a zipper was louder than it had ever been. Someone spat again and Sam struggled harder, until a heavy foot landed on the back of his neck. “Don’t make me hurt you more than I have to,” was growled down at him.

“When you become a part of this brotherhood, you learn your place; when to help out your brothers in need.” Sam squeezed his eyes shut tightly when a heavy handed slap landed on his ass; he was ashamed of himself for thinking that maybe that would be the worst of it - getting his ass spanked and being humiliated in front of these strangers could be enough, couldn’t it? “When your brother needs something from you, you give it; he needs to give something to you,” he said and chuckled a little. “Then you take it.”

Sam couldn’t help the scream that built up in his throat; he felt something decidedly not a hand brush across his ass. Something wet. “Don’t! I’m sorry!” Sam cried out. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please-!”

“Shut up,” was hissed at him, and several kicks landed to his ribs. He couldn’t get his breath, felt like he was suffocating from a lack of oxygen and from terror. “Pay attention pledges! Winchester is learning how to accept his brothers, even the one who like dick.” There were a few chuckles, and finally, someone who said “I don’t think this-“ and was cut off by another vicious “shut up”

It felt like fire tearing up his back, and struggling made it worse, made the pain in his shoulder and ribs burn fiercely, but he could just let this guy fuck him. Sam didn’t care of members of the fraternity were gay, but they didn’t need to do this - this was nothing more than a humiliation ritual, a power trip for the guy behind him, shoving into Sam’s body - which was unwilling and resistant.

Sam screamed. He hadn’t done anything to deserve this!

“You’ll accept your dick-loving brothers now, won’t you? Won’t have much to say after having my dick in you.” The guy talking, whoever it was clearly enjoyed this and Sam got the sinking, sickening feeling that he was not the first pledge to suffer this. He didn’t care about Dad’s rule about not killing humans; when he found out who did this Sam was going to kill him so he couldn’t do this ever again - not to him or anyone else.

He lost track of time, blacked out, got lost in his own head somewhere that he didn’t have to acknowledge what was happening - he doesn’t really know. But he sucks in a painful breath when the piece of garbage behind him pulled out of his body; he fought the urge to throw-up when he heard the slick sounds of flesh on flesh, then groaning, and wet warmth on his back. Immediately, he thought of taking a shower; he needed a hot shower and about eight pounds of soap to get the feeling of this scumbag off his skin, and then maybe he could get to forgetting this ever happened.

The feeling of dread deepened when he said “Who’s teaching the next lesson?” and slapped Sam again, harder.

“Please,” Sam begged hoarsely, throat sore from yelling in hopes that by some miracle, someone would hear him and come to his rescue. “Please, stop - “

“I think that’s enough,” someone finally said, and Sam wanted to cry with relief. “We’re done here.”