The Price (Part 1)
Title: The Price
Characters: Sam, Dean, eventually Bobby and John, OCs
Rating: N/C 17
Genre: slash
Written for the SPN kink meme prompt : Dean/OMCs to get Sam out of having a police record
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW and Kripke
Warnings: dub-con, non-con, cbt,
Icon by the amazing loolookitty
It was five minutes til Sam's curfew and Dean pulled the Impala up to the curb of the house where he'd dropped his brother off four hours before. Sam had bitched and moaned about going to this party because all his friends from school would be there and he didn't know how much longer they would be in town. Dad had given strict orders about their activities while he was gone for the week. They were to be as inconspicuous as possible, staying home and keeping their heads down. Dad had said the police in this town were worse than usual, to be avoided at all costs. Dean was fine with that. He could stay out of bars and out of trouble for one week. It would cramp his style, but it wouldn't be impossible. Sam was another story. He was fifteen and all full of adolescent rebellion. If Dad said the sky was up, Sam would find some obscure law of physics to prove that no, in fact , it was down. Dean had reluctantly agreed to let Sam go to his stupid geek party for a few hours, but made him promise not to drink. Dean would beat the shit out of Sam if he was stupid enough to try drugs and Sam knew it, so Dean wasn't too worried on that front.
After giving Sam a few minutes to come out, Dean went up and knocked on the door. He could hear noise from inside and shook his head at what kids considered music these days. A pretty girl about Sam's age opened the door her eyes widening as she took in Dean.
"Hey," she got out, "Here for the party?"
Dean grinned at her. He was used to the girls in Sammy's class hitting on him. It never failed to amuse him how much it pissed Sam off.
"Sorry, sweetheart, wish I could stay, but I'm just here to pick up my brother, Sam."
"Oh, well Sam's not here right now, but you can come in and wait if you want." Her smile faltered and died completely as Dean took a step forward.
"I left him here and I was supposed to pick him up here. I didn't get a call telling me any different, so where exactly is my brother?"
The girl's voice was shaking as she replied. "My older brother Tony, he's a senior? He and some of his friends came by and were complaining that our party was too lame. They said they heard something better was going on down at the old brewery building. I don't know what he could have been talking about, that building was just bought. The new owners are renovating it. I don't know how they could be having a party there. A couple of kids went with them."
"Did they say there was a party there?" Dean couldn't really blame older kids for not wanting to hang out here. He had to agree that it was a lame party.
"No, not really, just that it would be fun. I just assumed it was another party."
"Sam knew I was coming here for him. Was he supposed to be back by now?"
"Um," the girl hedged, clearly unwilling to tell Dean. "He said that he was going with my brother and he was going to have some fun for a change. He didn't give a um, damn what you and your father think about it. He's tired of always being so careful because you two are paranoid and think everyone is out to get you. And then he left. He didn't say if he was coming back, but it didn't sound like it."
Dean forced himself to smile at the girl as he thanked her and got directions to the old brewery. It wasn't her fault Sam was being a punk ass bitch who was so going to get his ass whipped when Dean caught up to him. He got back in the car and headed out, hoping that Sam hadn't gotten into anything that would get him hurt. Dean wanted that pleasure all to himself.
The brewery building was in the business section of town and at this time of night it was mostly deserted.
Dean was glad of that. The fewer people around the better the chances of him finding Sam and having the inevitable fight be a non public affair. His heart sank as he pulled around the corner and saw the flashing lights of a police car outside the building. He took a relieved breath as he saw a group of teens clustered around the officer on the steps. Even from a distance he could tell none of them was Sam. As he watched, the officer patted one of the boys on the back and smiled as they headed for a car parked in front of the police car. Dean's relief was even greater. Apparently the boys hadn't done anything the officers could arrest them for. Now he just had to find Sam. As he was about to pull out and follow the boys another officer exited the building, dragging a handcuffed Sam by the arm. Dean was out of the car and headed across the street before they had even reached the sidewalk.
The cop in front saw him first and held up a hand to stop his partner and Sam.
"This isn't anything you need to be involved in son. This punk just broke into this building to commit vandalism and drink stolen beer. We're just taking him down to the station."
"Well, officer," Dean replied in his best fuck you voice, "this is something I need to be involved in because that kid is my brother and while he may be a major pain in the ass right now, he's not a vandal and he's not a thief."
"We caught him red handed inside. He's going to lock up for the night and he'll go in front of the judge in the morning. There's no way he's not going to spend some quality time in juvie before he's done."
As his partner was talking, the cop holding Sam was smirking at Dean, running one hand up and down Sam's arm while the other caressed his neck.
"What about the other boys that were just here?" Dean was getting angry now. "Didn't they come out of the building? Why aren't they under arrest?"
"They're all good kids. We know their families. This one here was the ringleader, they all said so."
Sam spoke for the first time. "Dean, that's not true. One of them had a key. His parents own this place. I thought they brought the beer with them." His face pleaded with his brother to believe him.
Dean looked at Sam briefly, then returned his attention to the cops. That one look had shown him all he needed to know. Sam was telling the truth. Sam was also scared to death.
"Look, officers, my brother is three years younger than those other boys. You really think they let him be the leader?" As he was speaking Dean took a few steps forward, bringing him out of the shadows and into the building's outside lights.
Both officer's eyes widened as they got their first good look at Dean. The one holding Sam leaned forward to whisper something in his partner's ear that caused Sam to stiffen and yell "NO" before the cop pulled him back and whispered something in his ear that caused him to go silent and turn wide, frightened eyes on his brother.
Dean recognized the look on the cops faces. He'd been dealing with it in bars and pool halls and on the streets since before he was Sam's age.
"Maybe we can work something out." the cop holding Sam said. "The call hasn't been logged in yet. You don't want your brother to have to spend the night in a jail cell with a bunch of criminals. No telling what might happen."
"Haven't I seen you before?" the other cop spoke up. "Maybe with all the other whores down on the strip?"
"No," Dean grated out. "Wasn't me."
"I'm sure I've seen you on your knees in one of those back alleys, sucking off one of my co-workers. Or maybe it was up against a wall, getting your ass fucked. Either way, give my partner and I a freebie or three and we'll let little brother go."
"It wasn't me" Dean repeated, seeing Sam's wide eyes on his face. "You've got the wrong guy."
"Oh, well, my mistake I guess. Well we'll be off now. Your brother will go before the judge in the morning. And you're right, those other boys were a lot older than him. No way was he in charge. Just like he won't be in charge in juvie. Shame what happens to fresh meat in there."
Dean couldn't do it. Couldn't contemplate the idea of what the cops wanted him to do. But he could clearly see what would happen to Sam if he didn't.
Sam saw Dean's face go flat and expressionless. It was only because he knew him so well that he could see the terror behind the facade. "Dean, don't, please," Sam moaned. "You can't let them.." He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. Why couldn't he ever listen. Sometimes Dad did know what he was talking about. Now Dean was about to pay the price for his idiotic act of rebellion.
"I have to Sammy," Dean whispers. "It will just be this one time. Who knows what will happen to you where I can't protect you." His earlier anger is gone for now, replaced with fear for his brother and himself.
Dean raised his eyes, mask in place and smirked at the cops. "How do you want to do this?"
Twenty minutes later the cruiser was parked on a deserted road deep in the woods. Sam spent the drive in the front seat with the driver, his hands cuffed to the door handle. Dean was in the back with the other cop who had used the drive time to slowly strip Dean, running his hands over Dean's body and running his mouth at the same time. Dean desperately wished that Sam was anywhere but here, but he didn't trust the cops out of his sight with Sam and there was no way they were letting him go before getting what they wanted from Dean. When they reached their destination, the other cop got in the back seat on Dean's other side and also began touching him. Sam kept his eyes glued to the front and wished there was a way to avoid hearing what was going on in the back seat . Later he would wish for a way to not feel how the car was rocking as they slammed into his brother.
The cop who had stripped Dean leaned back and, undoing his pants, pulled out his half hard cock. "Let's see what kind of skills you picked up down on the strip, boy." Pulling Dean's head down to his lap, he ordered him to start sucking. "And watch the teeth. I feel anything but lips and tongue, and the deal's off."
Dean gagged as the thick length filled his mouth. He had never sucked cock before, but he was a veteran recipient of some really fantastic blowjobs and he tried to apply what he had learned to his first time as the mouth involved. He sucked around the head, tonguing hard on the sensitive area underneath and slid his mouth up and down the rapidly hardening shaft. Dean had thought it was difficult to take before, but by the time the man was fully hard, his cock was stretching Dean's mouth wide and Dean hadn't even taken most of it in.
"You know, " said the cop lazily thrusting his hips up into Dean's mouth, "for a whore you're really bad at sucking cock. " He pulled Dean's mouth off of his cock and said,"Just lick it for now. My partner's going to start to play and as bad as you are at this, I don't want there to be any accidents." Getting to his knees on the seat he pulled Deans head up and guided his tongue up and down his cock.
The cop behind Dean pulled him up to his hands and knees and positioned his lubed cock at Dean's entrance. Probing his ass with one finger he said, "I think you must be wrong about seeing this kid on the strip. His ass is so tight there's no way I'm not the first one in." Getting a firm grip on Dean's hips he pushed his cock in, not stopping at Dean's pained scream, and setting up a brutal rhythm.
"God, please stop!" Sam cried from the front seat, tears rolling down his face.
"Big brother agreed to this, kid. No stopping now, even if we want to. Which we don't. And I don't want to hear another word out of you. You served him up for us on a silver platter. Think about that while he's screaming."
The cop in front of Dean grabbed his head and thrust his cock into Dean's mouth loving the feeling as his partner's hard thrusts pushed Dean forward, forcing his cock deep into his throat. Dean moaned and gagged as he fought to breathe around the huge cock cutting off his air. Pulling roughly at Dean's hair the cop in his mouth continued to fuck in deep. "You better not puke on me boy or we're starting all over. " he threatened. "And you better swallow it all when I come." Dean moaned but managed to keep his gag reflex restrained and his stomach contents where they belonged.
The pain in Dean's ass and throat was unbearable but the ache in his chest from knowing Sam was witness to his humiliation was almost worse. The cops continued to slam into both ends of him until finally, burying their cocks completely in his body, they came at almost the same time. Dean felt the uncomfortable sensation of his ass being filled with come and managed to swallow what was in his mouth without vomiting, though it was a close thing.
Dean waited for them to pull their spent cocks from his body, but neither was in any hurry and stayed just where they were. The cop behind Dean bent low and licked up Dean's sweaty back, sucking hard on the side of his neck. "You were really an amazing fuck. Maybe you should consider a career on the strip. With that tight little ass you'd make a mint."
The cops finally pulled out and turned Dean so he was on his back. "Going to be a little while before we're ready to go again." He grinned as he saw Dean's horrified reaction to his last word. "Oh, yeah kiddo, you don't think I'm not going to get a turn to fuck that hot ass of yours do you? We might just take you to the strip ourselves this weekend and whore you out. If we do that though, you're going to have to be a lot better at sucking cock. So we're going to give you a lot more practice. We're just going to play with you for a while, now. Hurting you a little will get us ready to go sooner."
Dean fought not to sob as they tormented his body with their hands and mouths, eventually probing his abused ass with their nightsticks. He couldn't contain his screams though, when they pulled out a low voltage taser and began zapping his nipples, cock and balls.
In the front seat Sam sobbed uncontrollably and bit his lip so he wouldn't beg them to stop hurting his brother, knowing it would only make it worse for Dean. He was afraid when the cops were done they would just kill him. In a way he was hoping they would. Dad would probably kill him anyway when he learned what had happened to Dean because Sam was too pigheaded to believe his warnings about the police.
The cops were right about their recovery time. It wasn't long after Dean began to scream that they were ready to go again. They switched positions, thrusting deeply and painfully into Dean's ass and mouth. Not capable of more than whimpers now, Dean rocked between them, tears running down his face. The second time around, the fucking didn't last as long, but to Dean and Sam it seemed to last forever.
With a gutteral moan the cop in Dean's ass came while the cop in his mouth kept going. When he finally orgasmed and Dean had swallowed his come, he sighed. "Oh, yeah, we're definitely going to make some money on you. 'we're going to sell your ass for top dollar. None of those skanks on the strip will be any competition. It's about five hours until shift change and we're going to spend most of that time improving your oral skills. Making improvements to our investment. After all, getting rid of baby brother's police record isn't going to be cheap." Shifting his hips, he began to rock his soft cock in Dean's mouth, instructing him where to suck, when to lick, how to get him hard again. Once he was hard the instruction continued until Dean got him off and then the other cop immediately took his place. Switching off with each other there was always one ready to go when the other finished. Finally satisfied that Dean could do no more, they each fucked his ass again and then dressed Dean's battered body and drove the brothers back to the Impala.
The cops lifted Dean between them and slung him into the back seat of the Impala, where he sprawled on his back, then they turned to Sam.
"There's no record of you ever being picked up tonight. No paper trail, no call to the station. The other boys won't say a word. You're in the clear." The cop leaned into the car and ran a hand down Dean's body, pausing between his legs to cup Dean's crotch. "He's ours though. We'll be by Friday at ten to pick you up, baby. Be ready. You boys get home, now. Never know what you're going to run into in this part of town. And keep your mouths shut about this."
Sam stared at them numbly. "My dad's going to kill you." he said softly, but with total conviction.
Both cops burst into laughter. "Oh, son,"one replied, "if we had a dollar for every time we heard that, we wouldn't need to be whoring out your brother. We still would though, 'cause it's going to be fun. This isn't the first time we've done this you know. We've dealt with dads before and we're still here. Dads don't scare us. And son? Don't try to leave town. We'll be watching you and the roads out of town are always covered."
Sam had made a big mistake tonight. He was the first to admit it and he had no idea how he was going to deal with the guilt or with Dean. He didn't even want to think about dealing with his father. The cops had made two big mistakes. The first was raping and torturing Dean. The second was to not be afraid of John Winchester. Sam hoped the second one would be the last mistake they would ever make.
Sam reached into the back seat and fished the car keys out of Dean's jacket. On the drive home he prayed that for once his father would be back when he said he would be. If Dad got home on Wednesday like he was supposed to they could leave town on schedule and not have to worry about the cops coming for Dean. For the first time in years, Sam Winchester wanted his father to tell him what to do.
Part 2
Characters: Sam, Dean, eventually Bobby and John, OCs
Rating: N/C 17
Genre: slash
Written for the SPN kink meme prompt : Dean/OMCs to get Sam out of having a police record
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW and Kripke
Warnings: dub-con, non-con, cbt,
Icon by the amazing loolookitty
It was five minutes til Sam's curfew and Dean pulled the Impala up to the curb of the house where he'd dropped his brother off four hours before. Sam had bitched and moaned about going to this party because all his friends from school would be there and he didn't know how much longer they would be in town. Dad had given strict orders about their activities while he was gone for the week. They were to be as inconspicuous as possible, staying home and keeping their heads down. Dad had said the police in this town were worse than usual, to be avoided at all costs. Dean was fine with that. He could stay out of bars and out of trouble for one week. It would cramp his style, but it wouldn't be impossible. Sam was another story. He was fifteen and all full of adolescent rebellion. If Dad said the sky was up, Sam would find some obscure law of physics to prove that no, in fact , it was down. Dean had reluctantly agreed to let Sam go to his stupid geek party for a few hours, but made him promise not to drink. Dean would beat the shit out of Sam if he was stupid enough to try drugs and Sam knew it, so Dean wasn't too worried on that front.
After giving Sam a few minutes to come out, Dean went up and knocked on the door. He could hear noise from inside and shook his head at what kids considered music these days. A pretty girl about Sam's age opened the door her eyes widening as she took in Dean.
"Hey," she got out, "Here for the party?"
Dean grinned at her. He was used to the girls in Sammy's class hitting on him. It never failed to amuse him how much it pissed Sam off.
"Sorry, sweetheart, wish I could stay, but I'm just here to pick up my brother, Sam."
"Oh, well Sam's not here right now, but you can come in and wait if you want." Her smile faltered and died completely as Dean took a step forward.
"I left him here and I was supposed to pick him up here. I didn't get a call telling me any different, so where exactly is my brother?"
The girl's voice was shaking as she replied. "My older brother Tony, he's a senior? He and some of his friends came by and were complaining that our party was too lame. They said they heard something better was going on down at the old brewery building. I don't know what he could have been talking about, that building was just bought. The new owners are renovating it. I don't know how they could be having a party there. A couple of kids went with them."
"Did they say there was a party there?" Dean couldn't really blame older kids for not wanting to hang out here. He had to agree that it was a lame party.
"No, not really, just that it would be fun. I just assumed it was another party."
"Sam knew I was coming here for him. Was he supposed to be back by now?"
"Um," the girl hedged, clearly unwilling to tell Dean. "He said that he was going with my brother and he was going to have some fun for a change. He didn't give a um, damn what you and your father think about it. He's tired of always being so careful because you two are paranoid and think everyone is out to get you. And then he left. He didn't say if he was coming back, but it didn't sound like it."
Dean forced himself to smile at the girl as he thanked her and got directions to the old brewery. It wasn't her fault Sam was being a punk ass bitch who was so going to get his ass whipped when Dean caught up to him. He got back in the car and headed out, hoping that Sam hadn't gotten into anything that would get him hurt. Dean wanted that pleasure all to himself.
The brewery building was in the business section of town and at this time of night it was mostly deserted.
Dean was glad of that. The fewer people around the better the chances of him finding Sam and having the inevitable fight be a non public affair. His heart sank as he pulled around the corner and saw the flashing lights of a police car outside the building. He took a relieved breath as he saw a group of teens clustered around the officer on the steps. Even from a distance he could tell none of them was Sam. As he watched, the officer patted one of the boys on the back and smiled as they headed for a car parked in front of the police car. Dean's relief was even greater. Apparently the boys hadn't done anything the officers could arrest them for. Now he just had to find Sam. As he was about to pull out and follow the boys another officer exited the building, dragging a handcuffed Sam by the arm. Dean was out of the car and headed across the street before they had even reached the sidewalk.
The cop in front saw him first and held up a hand to stop his partner and Sam.
"This isn't anything you need to be involved in son. This punk just broke into this building to commit vandalism and drink stolen beer. We're just taking him down to the station."
"Well, officer," Dean replied in his best fuck you voice, "this is something I need to be involved in because that kid is my brother and while he may be a major pain in the ass right now, he's not a vandal and he's not a thief."
"We caught him red handed inside. He's going to lock up for the night and he'll go in front of the judge in the morning. There's no way he's not going to spend some quality time in juvie before he's done."
As his partner was talking, the cop holding Sam was smirking at Dean, running one hand up and down Sam's arm while the other caressed his neck.
"What about the other boys that were just here?" Dean was getting angry now. "Didn't they come out of the building? Why aren't they under arrest?"
"They're all good kids. We know their families. This one here was the ringleader, they all said so."
Sam spoke for the first time. "Dean, that's not true. One of them had a key. His parents own this place. I thought they brought the beer with them." His face pleaded with his brother to believe him.
Dean looked at Sam briefly, then returned his attention to the cops. That one look had shown him all he needed to know. Sam was telling the truth. Sam was also scared to death.
"Look, officers, my brother is three years younger than those other boys. You really think they let him be the leader?" As he was speaking Dean took a few steps forward, bringing him out of the shadows and into the building's outside lights.
Both officer's eyes widened as they got their first good look at Dean. The one holding Sam leaned forward to whisper something in his partner's ear that caused Sam to stiffen and yell "NO" before the cop pulled him back and whispered something in his ear that caused him to go silent and turn wide, frightened eyes on his brother.
Dean recognized the look on the cops faces. He'd been dealing with it in bars and pool halls and on the streets since before he was Sam's age.
"Maybe we can work something out." the cop holding Sam said. "The call hasn't been logged in yet. You don't want your brother to have to spend the night in a jail cell with a bunch of criminals. No telling what might happen."
"Haven't I seen you before?" the other cop spoke up. "Maybe with all the other whores down on the strip?"
"No," Dean grated out. "Wasn't me."
"I'm sure I've seen you on your knees in one of those back alleys, sucking off one of my co-workers. Or maybe it was up against a wall, getting your ass fucked. Either way, give my partner and I a freebie or three and we'll let little brother go."
"It wasn't me" Dean repeated, seeing Sam's wide eyes on his face. "You've got the wrong guy."
"Oh, well, my mistake I guess. Well we'll be off now. Your brother will go before the judge in the morning. And you're right, those other boys were a lot older than him. No way was he in charge. Just like he won't be in charge in juvie. Shame what happens to fresh meat in there."
Dean couldn't do it. Couldn't contemplate the idea of what the cops wanted him to do. But he could clearly see what would happen to Sam if he didn't.
Sam saw Dean's face go flat and expressionless. It was only because he knew him so well that he could see the terror behind the facade. "Dean, don't, please," Sam moaned. "You can't let them.." He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. Why couldn't he ever listen. Sometimes Dad did know what he was talking about. Now Dean was about to pay the price for his idiotic act of rebellion.
"I have to Sammy," Dean whispers. "It will just be this one time. Who knows what will happen to you where I can't protect you." His earlier anger is gone for now, replaced with fear for his brother and himself.
Dean raised his eyes, mask in place and smirked at the cops. "How do you want to do this?"
Twenty minutes later the cruiser was parked on a deserted road deep in the woods. Sam spent the drive in the front seat with the driver, his hands cuffed to the door handle. Dean was in the back with the other cop who had used the drive time to slowly strip Dean, running his hands over Dean's body and running his mouth at the same time. Dean desperately wished that Sam was anywhere but here, but he didn't trust the cops out of his sight with Sam and there was no way they were letting him go before getting what they wanted from Dean. When they reached their destination, the other cop got in the back seat on Dean's other side and also began touching him. Sam kept his eyes glued to the front and wished there was a way to avoid hearing what was going on in the back seat . Later he would wish for a way to not feel how the car was rocking as they slammed into his brother.
The cop who had stripped Dean leaned back and, undoing his pants, pulled out his half hard cock. "Let's see what kind of skills you picked up down on the strip, boy." Pulling Dean's head down to his lap, he ordered him to start sucking. "And watch the teeth. I feel anything but lips and tongue, and the deal's off."
Dean gagged as the thick length filled his mouth. He had never sucked cock before, but he was a veteran recipient of some really fantastic blowjobs and he tried to apply what he had learned to his first time as the mouth involved. He sucked around the head, tonguing hard on the sensitive area underneath and slid his mouth up and down the rapidly hardening shaft. Dean had thought it was difficult to take before, but by the time the man was fully hard, his cock was stretching Dean's mouth wide and Dean hadn't even taken most of it in.
"You know, " said the cop lazily thrusting his hips up into Dean's mouth, "for a whore you're really bad at sucking cock. " He pulled Dean's mouth off of his cock and said,"Just lick it for now. My partner's going to start to play and as bad as you are at this, I don't want there to be any accidents." Getting to his knees on the seat he pulled Deans head up and guided his tongue up and down his cock.
The cop behind Dean pulled him up to his hands and knees and positioned his lubed cock at Dean's entrance. Probing his ass with one finger he said, "I think you must be wrong about seeing this kid on the strip. His ass is so tight there's no way I'm not the first one in." Getting a firm grip on Dean's hips he pushed his cock in, not stopping at Dean's pained scream, and setting up a brutal rhythm.
"God, please stop!" Sam cried from the front seat, tears rolling down his face.
"Big brother agreed to this, kid. No stopping now, even if we want to. Which we don't. And I don't want to hear another word out of you. You served him up for us on a silver platter. Think about that while he's screaming."
The cop in front of Dean grabbed his head and thrust his cock into Dean's mouth loving the feeling as his partner's hard thrusts pushed Dean forward, forcing his cock deep into his throat. Dean moaned and gagged as he fought to breathe around the huge cock cutting off his air. Pulling roughly at Dean's hair the cop in his mouth continued to fuck in deep. "You better not puke on me boy or we're starting all over. " he threatened. "And you better swallow it all when I come." Dean moaned but managed to keep his gag reflex restrained and his stomach contents where they belonged.
The pain in Dean's ass and throat was unbearable but the ache in his chest from knowing Sam was witness to his humiliation was almost worse. The cops continued to slam into both ends of him until finally, burying their cocks completely in his body, they came at almost the same time. Dean felt the uncomfortable sensation of his ass being filled with come and managed to swallow what was in his mouth without vomiting, though it was a close thing.
Dean waited for them to pull their spent cocks from his body, but neither was in any hurry and stayed just where they were. The cop behind Dean bent low and licked up Dean's sweaty back, sucking hard on the side of his neck. "You were really an amazing fuck. Maybe you should consider a career on the strip. With that tight little ass you'd make a mint."
The cops finally pulled out and turned Dean so he was on his back. "Going to be a little while before we're ready to go again." He grinned as he saw Dean's horrified reaction to his last word. "Oh, yeah kiddo, you don't think I'm not going to get a turn to fuck that hot ass of yours do you? We might just take you to the strip ourselves this weekend and whore you out. If we do that though, you're going to have to be a lot better at sucking cock. So we're going to give you a lot more practice. We're just going to play with you for a while, now. Hurting you a little will get us ready to go sooner."
Dean fought not to sob as they tormented his body with their hands and mouths, eventually probing his abused ass with their nightsticks. He couldn't contain his screams though, when they pulled out a low voltage taser and began zapping his nipples, cock and balls.
In the front seat Sam sobbed uncontrollably and bit his lip so he wouldn't beg them to stop hurting his brother, knowing it would only make it worse for Dean. He was afraid when the cops were done they would just kill him. In a way he was hoping they would. Dad would probably kill him anyway when he learned what had happened to Dean because Sam was too pigheaded to believe his warnings about the police.
The cops were right about their recovery time. It wasn't long after Dean began to scream that they were ready to go again. They switched positions, thrusting deeply and painfully into Dean's ass and mouth. Not capable of more than whimpers now, Dean rocked between them, tears running down his face. The second time around, the fucking didn't last as long, but to Dean and Sam it seemed to last forever.
With a gutteral moan the cop in Dean's ass came while the cop in his mouth kept going. When he finally orgasmed and Dean had swallowed his come, he sighed. "Oh, yeah, we're definitely going to make some money on you. 'we're going to sell your ass for top dollar. None of those skanks on the strip will be any competition. It's about five hours until shift change and we're going to spend most of that time improving your oral skills. Making improvements to our investment. After all, getting rid of baby brother's police record isn't going to be cheap." Shifting his hips, he began to rock his soft cock in Dean's mouth, instructing him where to suck, when to lick, how to get him hard again. Once he was hard the instruction continued until Dean got him off and then the other cop immediately took his place. Switching off with each other there was always one ready to go when the other finished. Finally satisfied that Dean could do no more, they each fucked his ass again and then dressed Dean's battered body and drove the brothers back to the Impala.
The cops lifted Dean between them and slung him into the back seat of the Impala, where he sprawled on his back, then they turned to Sam.
"There's no record of you ever being picked up tonight. No paper trail, no call to the station. The other boys won't say a word. You're in the clear." The cop leaned into the car and ran a hand down Dean's body, pausing between his legs to cup Dean's crotch. "He's ours though. We'll be by Friday at ten to pick you up, baby. Be ready. You boys get home, now. Never know what you're going to run into in this part of town. And keep your mouths shut about this."
Sam stared at them numbly. "My dad's going to kill you." he said softly, but with total conviction.
Both cops burst into laughter. "Oh, son,"one replied, "if we had a dollar for every time we heard that, we wouldn't need to be whoring out your brother. We still would though, 'cause it's going to be fun. This isn't the first time we've done this you know. We've dealt with dads before and we're still here. Dads don't scare us. And son? Don't try to leave town. We'll be watching you and the roads out of town are always covered."
Sam had made a big mistake tonight. He was the first to admit it and he had no idea how he was going to deal with the guilt or with Dean. He didn't even want to think about dealing with his father. The cops had made two big mistakes. The first was raping and torturing Dean. The second was to not be afraid of John Winchester. Sam hoped the second one would be the last mistake they would ever make.
Sam reached into the back seat and fished the car keys out of Dean's jacket. On the drive home he prayed that for once his father would be back when he said he would be. If Dad got home on Wednesday like he was supposed to they could leave town on schedule and not have to worry about the cops coming for Dean. For the first time in years, Sam Winchester wanted his father to tell him what to do.
Part 2