RACK UP THE BALLS !! CHAPTER 5

[oldbatj]

AUTHOR :  oldbatj

SUMMARY:  After an evening playing pool Sam and Dean are kidnapped by a gang of thugs. Taken to a nearby park where they are raped and abused. Will the close bond they have as brothers survive or will it change their relationship forever?

Nc-17,  NON-CON RAPE, Torture, Violence, Bad Language, Knifeplay, Dean/omc, Sam/omc, Wincest

Rack Up The Balls!     Part Five

“Tourniquets, Dean?! What do we need those for?”

At least, Sam figured, throat slitting must be off the vengeance menu, since a tourniquet under that circumstance would work about as well to stop the flow as a screen door on a submarine.

Dean’s voice was void of any emotion, “Look, Sammy… It might be better if you just sit this one out. Don’t really want you implicated if this shit goes south.”

Seeing the numbed expression on his brother’s face, that face usually so handsome and full of life, Sam could only inhale sharply and look away in pain. His eyes passed quickly over the wanton group of inhumanity, all trussed up and waiting for justice to be meted out. God help you! Because I sure as fuck won’t!

He had no idea what Dean’s plans were exactly, but after seeing what had been done to his strong, protective brother, Sam honestly didn’t give a shit. Not a shred of decency existed in any of these pieces of trash! They had shown no mercy to either of the brothers and were therefore deserving of none in return. Without a shadow of a doubt Sam was certain that even ‘gutting’ each and every one of this group was something he was fully capable of, most likely with little or no remorse.  Nothing the hunters conceived of doing to these beasts, masquerading as men, could ever erase the horrors they had forced upon Dean. No punishment, no matter how harsh, could ever restore Dean’s dignity, his sense of strength… his wholeness of spirit.

These filthy bastards could never understand or appreciate that his loving, strong brother would have selflessly thrown himself into the jaws of unfathomable, supernatural evil to save any one of them if they were in need.

Sam hated them all with a passion and rage he had never known before. Even HE was afraid of the darkness his soul felt towards these creatures.

Without another thought he turned to face his broken hero. “Just tell me what to do… You’re in no condition to do anything more than just stand and give directions, Dean. I will handle this!”

As Sam saw the unspoken question of absolute certainty rise in Dean’s deeply pained eyes, Sam dispelled it with a simple, terse “Dean, I’ve got this. I. Want. To.”

Dean flashed a grim tight-lipped smile along with an almost imperceptible nod of his still-throbbing head. “Thanks, Sam. Okay, first thing we’ll need is all the drivers’ licenses. If this thing backfires I want to know names and addresses.”

Grabbing a fistful of cloth strips from the table, Sam decided to do double duty, first gagging each man before the pulling the wallet from his pants, rifling as well for loose cash.

Returning to Dean, the young hunter dropped the motley collection onto the table and as he searched for the licenses, removed all available cash as well. Handing his older brother the plastic state-issued cards he quickly counted their newly acquired funds. “Damn, Dean. Bastards had nearly twenty eight hundred in cash on them. Damned Dick had nine hundred just on him. We can use this for a place to stay and medical supplies. What’s next?” he asked, shoving the money deep into a pocket. Damn bastards! This attack had nothing to do with the money Dean won! You picked the wrong visitors this time! Fuckin’ assholes!!

Suddenly Dean gasped sharply, closing his eyes for a moment, as blinding, intense pain overtook him. Pushing his lungs to breathe deeply, he shoved down the immediate urge to vomit. As usual, he would get this under his control, but even he knew this would take a monumental effort.

Constant pain around his bleeding ass gave the sensation of his intestines trying to leave his body. Though he knew that to be untrue he had to consciously resist the natural urge to clench his butt cheeks knowing it would only worsen the pain. Never in his life had he endured pain of this magnitude. It had actually hurt less the time the claws of that werewolf had laid his belly open.

Perceptively Sam was instantly at his side. ”Let’s get your boots on, Dean. We’ll leave the jeans down and undone ‘til we get ready to leave, but your boots will help you stand more balanced. Okay?”

Leaning with one hand on the table to support his weight, Dean cautiously lifted his left foot as Sam gently pushed the boot on. After the right boot was comfortably in place, Sam stood to offer a bit of newly found medicinal assistance.

Extending his hand he showed Dean two foil packets of Tylenol, “Lemme’ get you some whiskey to wash these pills down, huh? Found them in one of the wallets.”

Grateful for any form of pain relief, Dean tore the packets open with his teeth, pushing all four pills greedily into his mouth as Sam retrieved the liquor. Washing the meds down, Dean swallowed a second and third mouthful of the burning alcohol, hoping the liquid fire would help to ease his pain, at least long enough to get through what HAD to be done.

Several low moans signaled the awakening of some of the bound men. #5 attempted to roll over until he became aware that not only were his hands tied behind his back, but his legs were attached to the men on either side of him as well. Fred and Sonny were also moving but quickly realized there was nowhere to go.

Feeling somewhat renewed by the whiskey now coursing through him, Dean gathered his resolve to see this through. Swiveling his pounding head to study Sam’s haunted, strained face for a moment only strengthened his belief that they needed to fight fire with fire. This evil had to be stopped dead in its tracks.

“Sam, I’m going to ask you again if you want to back out. I CAN do this alone. These things don’t deserve to be called men. If we don’t put a stop to this now, it will happen again… to others, maybe even more brothers like us. Alone, it might take me a while longer and might end up being kinda messy and causing them more pain, but believe me… I. Can. Do. This.”  Dean paused. waiting for Sam to mull it over.

“Dean… They did this to you, my big brother. They did this to us! We have to… I… have to…” Sam faltered a bit, his voice breaking, his eyes brimming with angry, emotional tears. Quickly though, that look was replaced by another, showing a calm steely resolve. Clearing his throat, his voice was louder. “They’ve done this kind of shit before! They said so. They have to be stopped! WE have to stop them… permanently. Just tell me what to do. Let me be your hands!”

Walking quickly to the half-naked, wide-awake Dick, Sam viciously kicked him in the ribs. Being one of the ‘end’ guys in the bound-together chain of creeps, Dick had one leg free and he stupidly tried to retaliate. That feeble attempt earned him a painful well-delivered kick to the scrotum. Dick’s raging scream, despite his gag, was music to Sam’s ears.

“If you want me to, I could slit all their throats without even flinching… Just tell me what to do, Dean.”

As the incapacitated bastards heard Sam’s words, they struggled frantically to move, to speak… to cry out around their gags. Sam smiled, enjoying their panic and current helpless positions. Now, the shoe was on the other foot.

Dean grimaced painfully, gesturing for Sam to come to him. He held out Fred’s baseball cap with one hand and his own small boot knife in the other.

A grim look washed over the younger hunter’s face as he took the items. “Okay, what do I do, Dean?” his voice was deep and resonant in the small picnic clearing.

Frightened whimpers escaped several of the bastard bullies behind him. Sam was happy to hear it. Be afraid! Be very afraid!

Grabbing Sam’s hand in his for a moment, Dean held Sam’s gaze with his determined green eyes, “You’re positive about this, Sam?” At Sam’s unblinking head-nodding response, he continued loud enough for all to hear. “Not sure how you can control their resistance to this. Can’t see too much chance of them cooperating while you cut their balls off!”

Immediately the clearing filled with the anguished, fearful cries of the hyenas despite the gags being tied tightly. The pack of men lying helplessly tried to struggle, to kick out from their clumsy positions but found movement, other than uncoordinated leg wiggling, impossible.

Sam’s face split into a sardonic grin, “Okay. I can handle that, I think. Any idea if there’s a right way or wrong way to do it?” Sam looked at the men squirming frantically, thinking it might have been easier while they were unconscious. Hell, no point to punishment if the offender isn’t present and accounted for!

“Not sure. Never really done anything like this… But, hell, you’ve done some REAL hunting with Caleb and Dad and me, gutted deer and such… Can’t be that hard!” Deanoffered, gingerly rubbing at his scraped and bloodied chin, deep in thought. His deadpan, off-hand delivery was so similar to a Bobby Singer response that Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, I’ll figure it out as we go along, I guess. Who do you want me cut first?” Sam gripped the little knife tightly in his right fist.

Dean looked down the disheveled row of filth, almost enjoying the sheer terror in the eyes that waited to see whom he would choose. He knew they all deserved what was coming and wanted to build the fear in them as they had done with Sam and him and others before them. They needed to feel what their victims had felt or they would learn nothing. He wondered if men such as these were beyond learning.

“I guess start down at that end with that Sonny-asshole. By the time you’ve worked your way through the first four I should be able to take care of Dick myself.”

The noise level rose as a crescendo of fearful shrieks and cries escaped the gagged men. Dean draped several cloth strips over his arm and moved to accompany Sam on his appointed round. “I’ll help anyway I can, Sam.”

Sam stood towering over Sonny as the quaking man forced a scream of abject terror and outrage from beneath his gag. Addressing the bastard, Sam spoke in John Winchester’s measured Marine tones. “This is going to happen… one way or another.” Then echoing Sonny’s own earlier words to him, “You can make this easy or you can make this hard! I’d prefer the hard way myself, asshole!”

Dean wondered if it was possible to cower in a prone position, because he was sure that’s what was happening. Sonny tried to draw his knees together, which of course was hopeless, with one attached to #5 who was doing his best to try to clamp his own knees together as well, and so it went down the row! It would have seemed funny under any other circumstances.

“I guess tie it off first, Sam. And then slit it open. Don’t take the sack though, just the nuts!” Dean said matter-of-factly as if describing something done everyday. He dangled a cloth strip over Sonny’s body for Sam to take. Immediately the man went insane, screaming, crying, and trying to twist away. Then, to make matters even messier the nasty creature pissed himself in fear.

Swinging a quick fist, Sam connected with the man’s solar plexus, hard. “You’re not going to just take your medicine like a man are you, Sonny? I could enjoy making this happen the hard way, believe me.” Dragging Sonny’s urine-splattered pants as far down as he could, Sam knelt hard on the man’s thighs. Taking the strip Dean proffered he quickly tied off the sack and calmly grabbed a handful. Looking up to Dean’s watchful eyes, he shrugged his shoulders and asked, “Just slit it open, you think?”

Dean shrugged as well, raising his eyebrows at the suggestion. “Guess so. Sounds about right.”

Sonny’s knife might have been better in some ways but Dean’s little silver blade was as sharp as a razor and the slice was done quickly, like a knife through butter. Sonny’s eyes bulged as the blade entered the sensitive sack, he screamed in pain trying to roll his body away from Sam and his weapon. Sam dragged the ball cap beneath the sack and then with a grimace of disgust slid his thumbs into the bloody opening to extract the gonads. They came out fairly easily as he stripped away the connective tissue. The bloody little balls plopped softly into the cap.

Glancing up at Dean’s anxious face, Sam chortled dryly, “Shelling nuts… Hmmm, a little like shelling peas. I did that with Jess a few times.” He was glad his little analogy made his brother grin even if only briefly. ”Not as messy, though.”

Sonny continued to groan and grunt in pain as Sam moved on to #5, who whimpered miserably, tears pouring from his eyes, before Sam even touched him. Sam quietly performed all the same maneuvers, leaving the man choking on his own vomit as the little surgery was completed. Dean forced the man’s head to the side trying to keep him from choking to death on his own puke.

Freddy came next, though the trucker was still too drunk to really even realize exactly what was happening at first. But as Sam tied off his ‘boys’ and the tip of the blade entered the soft skin, he sobered up really, really fast! Squealing like the pig he really was, he too began to cry and twisted his head back and forth like a madman. To no avail…

Finally coming to Penis Two, Sam was nearly laughing at the apparent begging and pleading going on behind his gag. Two kept shaking his head in protest and trying to be heard, despite the wad of cloth in his mouth. Sam was not moved in any way. Just like all of your victims begged, you fucking, uncaring bastard! Sam reached out ruffling the man’s hair with his bloody hands and muttered, “See, I saved you some. I know you wanted us to be together again! Happy now?” Penis Two fainted dead away as the knife entered the scrotum.

Pushing himself upright to tower above the whimpering, groaning bloodied trash, Sam glared down at Dick. Toeing the bastard hard in the nuts, he turned toward Dean. “What about him, Dean? Same thing?”

Dean stared down defiantly, angrily at the now frightened, trembling man. “Naw, Sammy. I got a special treat planned for this one. Hope he thinks it’s yummy!” The bitterness in his voice causing Dick to really cry out in panicked terror, as he realized the worst was yet to come.

Stepping to the table of his torture, Dean motioned to Sam. “I want him up here. Same position, I guess. Playing this one by ear for now.”

Untying the rope that attached Dick’s leg to Penis Two’s, Sam freed the head rapist from the rest of the group. Nothing he did was done gently, kicking the bound man again and again to force him to ‘body roll’ towards Dean and the table. The closer they got, the louder Dick’s fearful cries became.

Finally up against the wooden table leg, the man could go no further. Sam reached down with one long arm and literally dragged him to his feet by his throat. Dean stood quietly, twirling the big sharp Buck knife expertly between the fingers of his right hand, his left hand holding out coils of rope.

Dick struggled, trying to break free of Sam’s hands. With one brutal punch, Dean knocked him sideways, leaving him dazed. Sam immediately shoved him belly first onto the table, his hands still tied behind his back. Within minutes Dick’s knees and chest were immobilized, as Dean’s had been.

“His arms too?” Sam questioned. At Dean’s negative headshake, Sam moved to gather up the ball cap and the hunters’ little ’trophies’. Returning to his brother’s side for more instructions, he stood mute, listening to the continued cries and groans of their former tormentors.

“It’s just you and me now, Dickie-boy. I’ll push real hard to forget you and what you did to me, but you’ll always remember what I do to you. Guess I leave more of a lasting impression on people.”

Addressing the entire group, Dean stated loudly, “I want you all to know that I have taken all your IDs and if any of this EVER comes back on my brother or me… I will hunt you down. No one can protect you from me! It’s that simple. You have reaped what you’ve sown. You have gotten exactly what you deserved. For once in your lives try to act like men! Take your punishment. I will be watching the news every day and this had better NEVER come out with us to blame.”

Back to Dick, Dean made a grab at his dangling bag of balls. Rolling them about in the little pink sack, the brutalized hunter scoffed, “Shit! As small as these suckers are, you probably won’t even miss them!”

No brotherly words were exchanged as Sam’s hand automatically slid in to tie on a tourniquet. Once again Sam slid noiselessly into the background to watch his brother deliver a small amount of payback. He knew how badly Dean needed this to happen, to remove Dick as an ongoing threat to others, to begin Dean’s healing process. Sam resolved to support any action Dean deemed necessary.

Leaning over caused Dean to hold his breath as he willed his body to deal with this new uncomfortable position. Closing his eyes a moment against the pain slicing through his brutalized body, he gathered the final bit of strength needed to complete the task at hand. Just a few more minutes! I can do this!  Dean forced the tip of the Buck knife into the skin and slowly, painfully sawed a raggedy cut from top to bottom as the bastard screamed in agony, desperately trying to move his body away. Dean chuckled humorlessly, mumbling unapologetically, “Jeez! Sorry, Dick! Not enough lubricant, I guess.”

Stripping the balls from the fleshy sack, Dean tossed them on top of the mound already in the hat. Stepping to the end of the picnic table, he dumped the rather nasty mess on the tabletop. “Sam? You wanna rack up these balls for me?”

Sam laughed a tad insanely, “Let’s see… Four balls this row… three in this one… Two here and one at the tip.” His fingers deftly rolled the gonads into a pool ball triangle. “Seem to only be missing a cue stick here, Dean.”

“Yeah… That’s true, isn’t it?” Moving back to Dick’s restrained form, Dean reached around the man’s left hip and slipped his hand beneath the screaming man, grabbing hold of Dick’s Viagra-induced hard-on. “Don’t worry, Sam. I think we found something.”

That comment sent Dick over-the-edge, he screamed so dementedly his face was turning purple. Twisting and turning his head in a frantic attempt to somehow make eye contact and change the hunter’s mind. He was losing it. He desperately tried to move but moving anything other than his shoulders and head was an exercise in futility.

Sam pondered how to staunch the blood flow on a penis amputation. Seldom had any of the Winchester men ever received injuries to the groin, so his experience in that area was terribly limited. Wadding up what was left of the shirts, he fashioned a type of free-form compress and stuffed it into the now empty ball cap. It’ll just have to do. Somebody will come before he bleeds out, I’m sure. If not…  well… maybe the world will be a safer place!

Sam questioned whether Dean was up to this part. Bending over, to any degree had to be horrible agony for Dean. Slipping over to his brother’s side, the younger hunter could see that he was growing weaker. Finding it hard to be heard over the banshee screaming Dick was emitting, Sam leaned in close to loudly ask “Dean, do you need me to do this?”

With a firm shake of his head, Dean continued with the task in hand. With his left handed gripping the hardened shaft, he moved so he was leaning against Dick’s buttocks and with his right arm he reached around the man’s right hip with the tightly held Buck knife. The embrace sure wasn’t a pose Dean could hold for long but this shouldn’t take all that much time.

“Well, Dick, I can’t see any other way to make you stop what you’ve been doing. I can’t let you destroy any more innocent people. So… Say good-bye to the joystick.”

Speaking to Sam, for added effect, he verbally ‘twisted the knife’ before physically doing so, “One cue stick coming up, little brother!”

Dean felt nothing as he purposefully sawed through the meaty shaft with the big buck knife. However, that was not the case for his rapist!

Dick screamed in immense agony as the cold blade was roughly seesawed through his engorged penis, peeing uncontrollably at first. Then, in the midst of a horrid primal roar of pain, he was suddenly choking. Retching and choking on his vomit, as the pain pushed his stomach contents to evacuate and he struggled to breathe.

Suddenly Dean’s hands dropped from Dick’s groin, crimson-coated knife gripped in his right, and the bloody still-stiff cock in his left. Dean felt a sense of relief as he made the effort to stand. He could still hear the voices of all the men clearly. This time though, it was not the swaggering, drunken obscene taunting and chanting group present during his painful, torture and rape but rather a group of whimpering, whining, hopefully repentant creatures.

All he knew was his work was almost done and he needed to rest.

Stepping away from Dick, the penis gripped like a trophy, he gave Sam access with the compress for the screaming bastard he had just ’fixed’. He could hear Sam murmuring some instructions to the man.

Sam’s quiet, controlled voice came through the haze forming along the edges of Dean’s conscious self, “Dean, come on now. We did what had to be done. Time to go.” The older hunter felt a gentle tug on his arm.

Instantly in a last flash of insanity caused by this whole fucking mess, Dean stepped quickly back to Dick and without benefit of Vaseline, he roughly and firmly forced the entire severed cock inside the screaming asshole before him. As the cock was shoved in so deeply it totally disappeared into the terrified man’s orifice, Dean slapped him on the ass, with a disgusted, tired grin.

“Dickie-boy, all I got to say to you is ‘Go fuck, yourself!’ Though you may want to use a lube next time!”

Sam smirked wickedly as he slid an arm around Dean’s waist. “Let’s get those jeans hauled up a bit and get outta here, hmm?”

As Sam bent to button Dean’s jeans, he glanced around at the whimpering human filth surrounding them. “Damn, Dean! Going to a picnic and leaving the picnic area full of ‘trash’ seems wrong somehow.” Glancing at his brother’s pained face, he reveled in the soft grin Dean now wore.

With the liberated keys in his hand, Dean gestured towards the van, “Guess with all that drinking, none of them are in any condition to drive, so we’ll just borrow this.”

Arms around one another for support they eased gingerly towards the vehicle. Both wore tight grimaces knowing there would be more struggles ahead once they reached the van.

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