CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // SPN & OTHER CHARACTER Prompts Post // November 1-15

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FILLED: 1/2 "Hail to the King"

[drowsyfantasy]

"First off," John said, not looking up from his paper, "you don't have to bother to get him to stop crying."

Dean winced a little. Yes, having his baby brother (well, not so much a baby anymore, since he'd been eighteen for almost a month now) was always part of his fantasies. He'd wanted to pin Sam to the wall, the floor, the couch, the bed, the countertop, the table, the stairs and the balcony, and fuck his brains out. Through his mouth or his ass. Sometimes in his fantasies, his brother would cry out, but always he was begging for more.

Right now was not one of those times. Instead, his brother was tied down to the four-poster that his parents had specially bought for the ritual breeding. Soft, silk-lined leather straps kept Sam from pulling away. There was a special pillow under his hips, meant to raise them to the best possible angle. Little bottles of lubricant, both scented and unscented, lay strewn about the sheets and comforter, where Sam had been kicking them away. His eyes and lips were swollen by now, both with tears and from the biting, begging Dean to stop.

It as an altogether appealing sight, though the guilt stabbing at Dean's heart was almost enough to make his cock wilt. Almost. Not quite enough.

"Dean, please." Sam was shaking his head again, voice hoarse from screaming and crying as he'd been tied down. Knowing that he wouldn't leave the marital bed again until he was pregnant, no matter how long it took. Hours. Days, sometimes. "Please, don't do this!"

He didn't want to tell him. I kind of have to, Sammy sounded cruel and uncaring, and I kind of want to, Sammy sounded sadistic. Instead, he picked up the nearest lubricant bottle and looked at the label: black cherry. He uncapped it, warming it a little between his fingers as he began to stretch his younger brother on the pillow.

"Don't use too much lubricant, or it'll be too slippery and you'll have a hard time staying inside." John called from his easy chair.

"Fuck you, dad!" Sam screamed at him, sobbing and trying to twist away from Dean's probing fingers. It wasn't enough that he was being fucked, opened like this, but his father was watching. Completely uncaring. Watching because Dean couldn't be trusted to rape him on his own.

Dean didn't respond to John. Instead, he added a second finger and began to stretch his brother. Sam was swearing at them both openly by the time he added a third finger, eyes burning with hate and pain. Yet who would have thought the young man to have so many tears in him? Dean thought idly to himself as he held Sam open with both hands and pushed his cock inside.

Sam's head slammed back into the pillows and his angry cussing became a cry of pain and surprise. "No! Dean, don't!" he begged, knowing that every moment his big brother was inside him was a moment he could possibly get pregnant, regardless of whether or not Dean had an orgasm. "Please, you gotta stop! Please!"

"Continue," John went back to his paper.