SN-The Domination of Dean Winchester-AU:NC-17:Part Two

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The Domination of Dean Winchester 2/5
Author: usmc75 
Rating: Is there something past NC-17?
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Nathan/Lucas
Warning: Non-Con/Dub-Con-Druge Use/Incest/um...wow this might be longer than the fic itself
Summary: In an AU where quarterback Dean Winchester is the golden boy of the school...his brother Sam and their best friends Nathan and Lucas Scott...plan on teaching the cocky football player...a lesson he will NEVER forget.
Author Notes: I found this fic written a long time ago, but it was just generic characters and thought it would ROCK as a Hurt!Dean fic...

Part One

As the door swung open, Lucas Scott gestured for his idol to enter. "Heroes first, Dean." He stepped aside and allowed the team’s starting quarterback to enter the motel room ahead of him. As Dean nodded thanks and stepped inside, Lucas moved in behind him. To block him from trying to escape. If he was able to even think about escape.

"Looks like Nate and Sam have already gone to. . . ." Dean didn't get any further in his observation that their room was pitch black and that their two teammates were nowhere to be seen.

Lucas reached out, grabbed the quarterback's arms and roughly pulled them behind his back. Nate Scott jumped into action and landed three knee butts into the athlete's gut. Dean was caught totally by surprise. Totally unprepared. Like he had just been blitzed by the entire defensive team-all at once. Unprepared-exactly as the trio had planned. Lucas pushed forward so that he and the gasping quarterback were inside the room and Sam shut the door and slid the deadbolt into place.

"What in the. . . . Hey! Umphhh!" Dean shrieked as the first knee landed squarely in his abdomen. The second knee forced all the air from his lungs. The third-which Nate threw into him for good measure-and because Nate was . . . ‘Nate,’ doubled the athlete over. The All-State quarterback dropped to his knees. Gasping for air. Writhing in excruciating pain.

"Quick! Strip him down and bend him over the dresser before he gets his wind back," Nate ordered. The trio of rapists sprang into action with precision movements. They carried Dean to the dresser that Nate and Sam had moved into the center of the room while the other two had been at the café. After draping the gasping athlete over the top of the dresser, they quickly stripped him of his clothing-literally ripping his shirt off his back-and then Sam and Lucas tied his wrists to the legs of one side of the dresser. Nate made his way around the dresser and grabbed a handful of the moaning quarterback's hair. He lifted Dean' head upward and shoved a pair of jockey shorts into his mouth to prevent him from calling for help.

As he focused on the fact that Nate and Sam were naked, terror filled Dean’ watery eyes. He stared into Nate Scott’s grinning face as his award-winning tight end stood directly in front of him. He glanced to his right and saw his little brother, double checking the tightness of the T-shirt that held his wrist in place. Looking to his left, Lucas Scott was double checking his other wrist. Satisfied that the wrist bindings were suitably in place, the two athletes moved behind him. He felt his legs being spread wide. His ankles were secured to the legs on that side of the dresser.

Oh . . . shit! Horrified, Dean realized that they had him totally spread-eagle, and-to his further horror . . . helpless. He again focused on the fact that Nate and Sam were both naked. A new terror poured into his brain and spilled over into his eyes. It suddenly hit him what was about to take place. A sickening realization began to fill his mind. He knew what was coming next.

In a burst of panic, the All State quarterback started to kick and buck with his feet and legs-like a rodeo bronco. A bronco-about to be ridden for the first time. Ridden, and-he feared-ridden hard. He redoubled his efforts in his attempt to pull free of the wraps that had him bound tightly in place but a sharp fist to his kidneys took away what little air he had managed to regain in his burning lungs. He attempted to scream for help, to no avail-thanks, to the wad of cloth shoved in his mouth. As he struggled violently against the binding, another fist to his kidneys made contact. He collapsed against the smooth, cool surface of the dresser; his mind reeled from what was happening to him. All, at the hands of his brother and two of his closest friends.

"You better get out of those clothes, Luke," Nate instructed the second string quarterback. "If, you want to get in on the best part, that is," he added with a sinister smile. He reached over Dean' head and slapped his upturned butt. Hard. Dean winced in pain and let out a muffled yelp-the jockey shorts stuffed in his mouth insulated the volume level.

Lucas Scott nodded and stepped over to the bed to quickly strip out of his clothes. His cock stood straight up against his hairless, tight belly, it looked just like Nate's. He watched in hungry anticipation as his brother moved around behind the bound and gagged quarterback and knelt between Dean' widespread legs. He stared at that beautiful ass. The ass that would soon be theirs. . . . Even more exciting-that ass would soon be his.

Nate dove his face between those two muscular globes. He began running his tongue up and down the crack between Dean' cheeks. After several moments of teasing exploration of the quarterback's crack, he zeroed in on his primary target and began lapping wildly at the helpless athlete's tightly puckered hole.

Dean Winchester felt the tongue begin invading the most private spot on his body. He knew what he was being prepped for. Oh shit! Oh no. . . . Please . . . not . . . that. Oohhh . . . sshhhiiiittttt! If any doubt had remained beforehand, it was being rimmed out of him right now by Nate’s wildly probing tongue. A resurgence of his earlier panic swept through his bound and gagged body. He again screamed out. Still, no one could come to his aid. Sammy just stood there, stroking that huge cock. No one could hear his pleas for help. He tried to squirm away from Nate's tongue attack but he could not move. In fact, the more he bucked in his attempts to escape Nate’s oral attack-the more deeply he, himself, drove that tongue inside his helpless, virgin hole. He realized more than ever that he was helpless to prevent his teammates from doing whatever they wanted. Still, he screamed into his jockey short gag. Still, he struggled to get away. His body was already beginning to glisten with perspiration-a combination of his fruitless fight for freedom, and-his continually rising panic.

Nate leaned back for a moment and looked at the hole in front of him. It dripped with his saliva and winked back at him invitingly as their captive struggled to free himself. He dove forward once more and continued his tongue assault on Dean' virgin hole.

Sam Winchester stepped in front of Dean, grabbed a handful of blond hair and yanked his head upward. He stared into the All-State quarterback’s incredible green eyes. He stared into his older brother's eyes. Those eyes stared back at him with a multitude of emotion. They held anger. They held confusion. They held conflict. And, they held a rising fear. For a brief moment, Sam thought he was going to pass out. Worse-he thought he might cave in and put a stop to what was about to take place. He reminded himself of their motives. No. He would not back out. He could not back out. Not now. He leaned close to Dean' handsome face. While he still gripped that shock of dark blond hair in one hand, he clenched the stud hunk's chin in the other and spoke menacingly.

"This is gonna happen, Dean. . . . We’re gonna do this. You can't stop us, buddy." He paused briefly again as his heart stopped beating for a moment. Again-recognizing the repercussions if they got caught. "I'll take the cloth out of your mouth if you give me your word you won't scream for help," he offered. He waited for an indication from Dean that he would cooperate. Nothing. Rather, more struggles. More muffled pleas from behind his jockey short gag. He yanked harder on that handful of blond hair and clenched Dean' chin more tightly. "Did you hear me?"

Dean understood. He understood that his best chance-his ‘only’ chance now for freedom, was to play along with his brother until Sam removed the gag. Then, he could call out for help. And, hopefully-that help would come crashing through the motel room door. He nodded.

Sam reached down and pulled the gag from Dean's mouth. Dean immediately started to yell for help. Lucas Scott followed Nate's earlier lead and landed a fist to the quarterback's kidneys. For good measure, he landed two additional punches to be sure that his hero understood the message. They meant business. Dean winced in pain and yelped as his breath was once again forced out of him. He opened his mouth wide to gasp for air, which he realized too late-was a major mistake.

Sam took advantage of the moment and shoved his hard cock into his brother's open mouth. Dean gagged on the invading meat but was helpless to do anything but take it. "Suck it, Dean. . . . Suck my cock good, big brother. And, if you bite me, I'll knock your teeth out," he hissed out his threat. He grasped the bound quarterback's head in both hands and began roughly stroking his prick in and out of the handsome hunk's mouth. "That's it, Dean. Open your jaw and take it. Take it all the way down your fucking throat," Sam instructed as he adjusted his weight on his feet and pumped his hips harder against his sibling's face.

Dean opened his tear-filled eyes and focused on his little bro's huge piece of meat as it rammed in and out of his mouth. It felt as though his throat was being ripped open as the head of Sam's cock pounded against it with each inward stroke. This can't be happening. . . . he thought as the assault built in ferocity. His asshole was being fucked by Nate’s plunging tongue and his mouth was being raped by his brother's steel hard shaft. He felt like he was going to throw up at any moment. Tears continued to stream from his eyes and his body poured out rivers of sweat as he continued to struggle for his freedom. Still, he could not move. Sam's award winning wide receiver hands had a firm grip on his head and the restraints around his ankles and wrists were holding tight. He concentrated on trying not to bite Sam's chunk of meat. He tried to force his throat to relax. To handle the onslaught. At the same time, he felt Nate Scott's tongue continue its invasion into his upturned hole.

A terrifying vision flashed through the helpless athlete’s reeling mind: They had known each other since elementary school. They had all seen each other naked. Thousands of times. He had seen Nate Scott naked. In his mind's eye, he suddenly saw Nate's huge cock. The biggest cock he had ever seen. The thickest cock he had ever seen. Plowing into him. A shudder quaked the full length of his 6'1" frame at the thought of the pain he would be experiencing when Nate shoved all 1of that cock into him. And, he knew that was what Nate planned to do. And, if Nate planned to rape his ass, he knew that Sam and Lucas 's stiff cocks would soon zero in on him as well. The panic surged again. His struggles and gagged screams resumed. Another fist to his kidneys silenced him. Again.

" Lucas -get down here and do some tongue work on this hole," Nathan Scott ordered between gasps for air and driving tongue-fucks. "We want it to be good and wet for what's next." He stood up, grabbed the second stringer by the shoulders and directed his brother between Dean' legs. He shoved Lucas 's face between the quarterback's ass cheeks and soon the eighteen-year-old blond back up quarterback was voraciously slurping his way along the crack. Moments later, his tongue found Dean' tightly clinched hole and began snaking its way inside.

Nate crossed the motel room to the bed and picked up his athletic bag. He dug around inside and pulled out a dildo. Nate flipped the switch at the base of the rubber nuts to make sure that the batteries were fully charged. The thick, imitation cock was primed and ready to ravage. He glanced over to the scene that was taking place across the room.

Dean Winchester was draped, spread-eagle, over the dresser. Bound and helpless, against their assault. Sam Winchester stood, power stroking his dripping cock in and out of the quarterback's drooling mouth. He occasionally snapped out a command to ‘suck harder’ or to ‘use more tongue.’ In addition, Lucas Scott was on his knees between the athlete's muscular butt cheeks, wildly eating out that tight hole.

Nate dropped to his knees beside Scott. He pulled his brother away from Dean' ass and saw that the kid had done a great job. Dean' hole was dripping with his spit. He reached forward and slid the 8-inch long, incredibly thick dildo along Dean' crack. Slowly, he directed the huge, mushroom head toward that tightly clenched target.

"Spread his hole open," Nate commanded the second stringer. He nodded toward their helpless captive's hole. Lucas moved into place and used both hands to follow Nate's instructions. After several seconds, two of his fingers slipped deep inside Dean' hole. Nate grinned at his brother as he watched him slide a third finger inside that hot, tightly clinched cave. "Yeah. That's it, Luke -get some fingers in there. Loosen him up for this baby."

Dean Winchester let out another yelp of panic. He felt his captors' fingers invading him and then, they began fucking in and out of his upturned hole. Again, he tried to escape from the bindings that held him firmly in place. Again, in vain. Again, his bucking only served to drive those fingers deeper into his asshole.

"Ease . . . up . . . Dean," Sam panted as he continued assaulting his handsome brother's mouth with his stiff cock. "It'll go . . . easier . . . if you. . . . If you . . . cooperate."

Dean Winchester responded by shaking his head violently. He was not about to cooperate. He would not allow them to rape him. To use him-like a woman! Not without a major fight! In his frustrated denial that he would ease up, as Sam suggested, he choked on his little brother cock and accidentally scraped his teeth over the thick head.

Sam yelped in pain and landed a fist to the side of the athlete's head. "I told you, Dean. . . . You bite me and I'll beat the shit out of you." He popped his jock brother in the side of the head again. For emphasis. Dean stared up at him through tears. Humiliation. Pain. Anger. And, fear. He knew Sam was serious. He nodded meekly that he understood and focused again on trying to open his throat to another invasion. Invasion, by his brother's cock.

"Here we go, Lucas ," Nate said sinisterly. He began applying pressure on the back end of the huge dildo. "Open up and take it, Dean. C'mon-open up, and . . . take it," he barked as he reached out with his other hand and slapped the quarterback's ass.

Dean Winchester felt the huge head of the dildo begin invading his hole. He began fighting against his restraints with all the power that he could muster but it was not enough. He was securely locked into position. Defenseless. Helpless. He jerked his head backward at the first stab of excruciating pain that shot through his ass and seemed to hit his spine. Sam's cock slipped from between his lips. The quarterback tried to scream for help but Sam shoved his cock back in his mouth. One movement. Quick. Deep. All the way into his throat to cut off the sound. Tears freely poured down Dean' cheeks as he realized more and more the inevitable. This really was going to happen. He really was going to get fucked. Here. Tonight. In the motel room.

"Grab his balls and give them a few good yanks, Lucas . Twist the shit out of them; that ought to loosen him up," Nate directed as he applied more pressure to the dildo. Lucas grabbed Dean' nuts and began twisting and yanking them back and forth roughly. Dean groaned loudly at the viselike grip his backup quarterback's hand had around his balls. "Hard, Lucas ! Twist the shit out of those nuts. Now!" Nate yelled as he reared back and then shoved forward with one quick plunge. He buried half of the huge rubber cock into Dean' ass. The helpless quarterback screamed into his cock gag as he felt the outer sphincter of his hole rip open and the huge head and part of the shaft plowed into him. Rivers of sweat streamed down his body. Stinging droplets of salty moisture dripped into his eyes, almost blinding him. He let out another long yelp of pain. Another massive shove. Nate buried the full length of the dildo in his ass.

"Yeah. That's it, Dean. . . . Take it. Take the whole thing up that beautiful ass," Luke taunted as he continued to roughly squeeze and twist his hero's nuts. He could feel the quarterback trembling under his viselike grip. He was totally turned on by the fact that they were in control. He knew they had Dean Winchester right where they wanted him-helpless to defend himself against their three-pronged assault. All they had to do now was keep it up until they managed to wear him down and break him. He understood what Nate had told him earlier; they had to force Dean Winchester into submission. They would not give up until the All-State quarterback conceded defeat and did whatever the three of them told him to do.

" Lucas -get over here and take my place for a while. I don't want to cum yet," Sam panted as he continued pummeling his thick cock into Dean' ravaged mouth. The junior quarterback jumped up and moved around the dresser to take his teammate's place. Sam glanced into his teammate’s eyes. "Ready?" Lucas grabbed his cock and prepared to shove it in Dean' mouth as soon as Sam pulled out. He nodded. With perfect timing, Sam pulled back and before Dean could utter a sound, Lucas shoved his raging cock down his throat. "That's it, Dean. . . . show Lucas what a good cocksucker you are," Sam taunted with a chuckle. He moved around behind the bound athlete to watch Nate continue holding the huge dildo firmly in place. He envisioned what would happen later-when it would be his cock in that tight ass. It would be his cock-fucking the daylights out of his brother's hole. The hole that he had fantasized about for so long.

"Check this out, dude," Nate said with a smile. He reached out and flipped the switch at the base of the rubber balls. He turned it straight past the 'low' and 'medium' settings, clicking it upward to its 'highest' vibration. The dildo immediately kicked into action. It started pulsating and rotating wildly inside the athlete's ass.

Dean Winchester froze. He could not believe the shockwaves that began vibrating deep within him. He bucked and jerked trying to get away but in doing so, he actually shoved the rubber cock deeper inside his already stretched hole. He immediately threw a hardon. He couldn't help it. He didn't understand it. His cock sprang to life and stretched its full length down the side of the dresser. Involuntarily, he moaned in pained pleasure as the sensations from the undulating dildo continued to spasm throughout his aching asshole. He prayed that nobody would notice as he redoubled his concentration on his efforts to open up and accept that cock slamming its way down his throat. He hoped that maybe concentrating on sucking Lucas ’s cock-as sickening as that was to him-would help him ignore the sensations quaking through his hole.

"I think he likes it," Lucas Scott choked out heatedly to his teammates. He had noticed in the last few moments that Dean was opening up and taking the full length of his hard cock down his throat.

"Yeah? You think so, Lucas ?" Nate Scott asked as he looked into the cute athlete's face.

"Yeah. He's sucking cock like a pro, guys. I think he really likes it. He’s been holding out on us all this time," Lucas confirmed in a lusty voice.

Nate grabbed the Velcro straps attached to the base of the dildo and secured them around Dean' waist so that he could not force the tool out of his hole with his ass muscles. Once this was complete, he moved around to stand beside Lucas . He reached out, grabbed a handful of Dean' blond hair, and roughly pulled his head upward. Lucas's cock loudly popped from Dean' tightly clenched lips. Tears and saliva streamed down the quarterback's face.

"Is that true, Dean? Have you been holding out on us all these years? You like sucking cock? You like that big dildo shoved up your tight ass?" Nate asked menacingly. Dean did not answer. He also did not yell for help. He couldn't. He hurt too much as he gasped for air. He just stared into his teammate's eyes. "Answer me, cocksucker!" Nate ordered as he held up his other hand and made a fist. Still, silence. His fist swung downward and smacked the handsome quarterback in the side of the head. He reared back again and let another volley smash downward. "I asked you a question, Dean. Answer me! You like it, don't you, cocksucker?"

"No," Dean choked out almost incoherently. His head throbbed from the two blows that his friend had struck in rapid succession.

"What did you say, cocksucker?" Nate asked as he slapped Dean' face with his free hand. He snarled, "I didn't hear you?"

"No, I don't like it," Dean said more forcefully.

Nate smiled viciously at Lucas and Sam. "Well, boys-I think he is still in need of additional attitude adjustment." He reached down and pried Dean' mouth open. "Shove your cock back down his throat, Lucas ."

Lucas stepped forward and buried his rock hard cock in his hero's mouth. With each inward stroke, he felt his low-hanging balls slap against the handsome hunk's chin. Dean gagged as he tried to accommodate the invading shaft and immediately began sucking before they threatened him again. "Yeah. Look at him go, guys. . . ." Lucas laughed. "And he says that he doesn't like it. Look at him suck that big dick. I told ya-he’s been holding out on us. . . ."

After several minutes, Sam moved into place so that he could shove his cock back into his brother's mouth. He stared down into Dean' tear filled, piercing green eyes. He could almost hear his bro begging him to put a stop to this assault-begging him for help. His gut clinched tightly with momentary guilt. He forced his gaze from that handsome, tear-streaked face and glanced at his teammate beside him. He nodded. Lucas pulled his cock out of the quarterback's sucking mouth and he stepped into action. He slipped his cock between Dean' lips. Without being ordered what to do-or, being slammed by another fist-the athlete immediately went to work on the big piece of meat.

Nate Scott moved around the dresser and slapped their captive's upturned ass repeatedly. With each contact, the athlete jerked in pain and let out a muffled yelp from around the 8-inch shaft that pummeled its way down his throat. And Nate continued to flat hand those muscular globes, Lucas joined in; Both brothers, taking turns hammering their flattened palms into those tight, muscular globes. Soon, Dean' creamy white cheeks were glowing red and radiating intense heat. Nate leaned across the dresser on top of Dean and pressed his own rock hard cock against that upturned ass. He started thrusting his hips against their ravaged buddy. Dean groaned in pain under his friend's weight and the motions he was making against him.

"You like that, cocksucker?" Nate asked as he slapped the teenaged athlete's face from behind. Sam let his cock slip from Dean' sucking mouth so that he could answer. "Huh? You like getting fucked from both sides at once, faggot?"

"I'm . . . not . . . a . . . faggot," Dean Winchester stammered between gasps for air.

"I didn't ask you if you are a faggot," Nate corrected loudly. He slammed his hips harder against his victim's ass-pushing the impaled dildo harder into him. Now that he didn't have anything shoved in his mouth, Dean' agonized groans filled the motel room. He tried to push backward to shove Nate off his aching body. This action, too, only added to the pressure of that pulsating rubber shaft ravaging his aching hole. "I asked you if you like getting it from both ends at once. . . ." Nate reminded the hunk beneath him.

"No. . . ." Dean moaned. He glanced up at his little brother. "Sam. . . . Sammy, please-you gotta help me. . . ." he begged as he again tried to free himself. "Why are you doing this? I'm your brother. . . ." he reminded him as the tears of humiliation and pain continued to stream down his handsome, tanned face. "Untie me. Please," Dean begged. "My legs are going numb. It’s the dresser-the edge is digging into my thighs. Please . . . untie . . . me!"

Nate, Sam, and Lucas exchanged glances. Nate raised a brow in unspoken question to his two accomplices. Lucas nodded. Sam nodded. He reached up, grabbed Dean by the hair, and yanked the stud's head viciously. The athlete yelped out in pain. "We'll make a deal with you, Dean."

"What?" Dean choked as he winced from the pressure in his asshole and the pulling of his hair. "What . . . kind . . . of . . . deal?"

"Simple, cocksucker," Sam's said as he pulled the athlete's head even farther backward to emphasize who was in control. "We'll untie you. You give your word that you won't yell for help. You give your word that you won't try to escape. Do what you're told without all this resistance bullshit. You do that and we’ll untie you."

Dean stared into Sam's eyes. They had done everything together. Well-almost everything. . . . He had a bad feeling that before the night was through that list would be vastly reduced. He had already tasted Sammy’s huge cock. He knew he would taste it again. And more. Almost undetectably, Sam nodded his head-telling Dean to accept the offer.

"Do we have a deal, cocksucker?" Nate asked with another vicious yank at Dean' hair.

Dean winced in pain and yelped loudly. "Yes! Yes. . . . Deal! We have a deal! We . . . have . . . a . . . deal. . . ."

Nate nodded to the other two to untie their victim. He released his grip on Dean's hair and for emphasis once more shoved his hips forward, impaling the vibrating rubber cock against the quarterback's prostate. Dean let out another long, guttural groan.

Almost as soon as he felt the last strip of cloth loosened from his ankle, Dean surged backward-catching his three attackers off guard. He made a run for the door-naked as he was-he had to get out of there. However, Nate was too quick for the exhausted athlete. He stuck out his foot and Dean crashed to the floor in a heap. All three teammates pounced at once. Sam and Lucas grabbed the quarterback from behind and pulled him to his feet. They pinned his arms behind his back while an infuriated Nate alternately pummeled knee and fist into his six-pack abs.

Dean doubled over in pain, unable to utter even a whimper as the knee and fist thrusts took the air out of him. He coughed, sputtered, and felt like he would loose whatever remained in his stomach at any moment. Finally, his knees gave out and he remained standing upright only as a result of Sam and Lucas 's firm grasp of his back-bent arms.

"Get that fucking faggot on the dresser," Nate ordered angrily. "On his back." He made his way over to his athletic bag and produced several lengths of rope. Sam and Lucas half-carried Dean to the desk and roughly slammed him down on its smooth surface. They held the gasping, moaning athlete in place. Sam reached down to the floor and grabbed the spit wet jockey shorts they had used as a gag and shoved them back into his brother's mouth.

Nate stepped up to his brother and friend and held up the rope. "Keep him pinned down, guys." He dropped to his knees and tied Dean' left ankle to one of the dresser legs. He moved quickly to the other side and repeated the step. Next, he moved forward and grabbed Dean' right arm. He pulled it up and over the quarterback's head, wrapped the length of rope around his wrist several times and then secured the other end tightly to another dresser leg. He moved to the other side, motioned Lucas Scott to move over, and then repeated this action with Dean' remaining wrist. He stepped back to examine his handiwork. Dean Winchester was flat on his back, legs stretched over the sides of the dresser and tightly bound. His arms were stretched above him and tied equally as tight. The quarterback's face was crimson and dripping from sweat. Snot trickled from his left nostril and streamed down his cheek.

"Bad move, faggot," Nate said hoarsely as he leaned in and stared into those weary, frightened eyes. "Bad move, dude. We were gonna let you off with just turning you into a cocksucker and a hole tonight." He reached out and roughly slapped Dean in the face repeatedly. Sam and Lucas moved closer to listen to Nate's threats. "Not anymore, faggot. You aren't gonna get off that easy now. . . ."

"What are we gonna do to him?" Lucas asked with confusion in his eyes. He was beginning to get a little worried that Nate's well-known temper was getting the best of him. And, he knew that if it got the best of Nate-it got the best of them all.

Nate moved across the room and grabbed his athletic bag. He came back and dropped it on Dean' crotch. The quarterback let out a "oomph" under the pressure that suddenly hit him in his cock and nuts. The All-State tight end rummaged in the bag for a moment and then pulled out an electric razor and laid it on the handsome blond-haired stud's chest. Next, he pulled out a bag of disposable razors and a can of shaving cream. He looked deeply into Sam's eyes and grinned sinisterly. Next, he gazed into Lucas 's eyes. Suddenly relieved and amused. He moved forward, stared down into Dean' eyes, and reached out to yank the gag from the stud's mouth.

"Like I said. . . . We were gonna let you off easy. We were gonna just turn you into a cocksucker and a hole," Nate said again.

Dean raised his head and stared at the equipment that was lying on his chest. He looked at his brother. He looked up and backward to study Lucas Scott. Finally. Hesitantly. He focused on Nate Scott's angry, sweat soaked face. "What are you. . . . " His words choked in his throat. He feared that he already knew.

Nate leaned in close and laughed as he held up the electric razor. An almost demonic expression creased his rugged face. "Since you've been so uncooperative, we're gonna go one better. We're still gonna turn you into a cocksucker. . . ." He paused dramatically as he flipped the switch on the razor. The low, steady drone of the buzzing teeth joined the groaning of the air conditioner to fill the otherwise quiet room. "And-we're gonna turn you into a pussy."

Before Dean could yell in protest, Lucas Scott grabbed the spit-soaked jockey shorts they had been using all evening as a gag and shoved them back into the terrified quarterback's mouth.