Jailhouse Cock
Title: Jailhouse Cock
Author:
missyjack
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Deacon
Genre: PWP abaolutely no redeeming value
Words: 1,640
Summary: Dean gets a late night visit in solitary. But is Dean in over his head?
A/N: This is all down to
plutogirl10 who egged me on with hot snippets of Deacon/Dean. She begged me to write this, and what can I say - I love it when you beg ;)
Randall’s screams bought the guards running, but they were too late. Dean couldn’t see into the other cell but he could hear voices muttering about another strange death.
“What’s going on? What happened?”
A baton banged on the grille of his cell. “Shuddup. Don’t make me come in there or you’ll really have something to yell about.”
Dean’s eyes met Deacon’s through the bars. “Promises, promises,” Dean whispered quietly.
Deacon’s eyes narrowed but he turned away without a word and continued supervising the removal of the prisoner’s body.
Dean watched him, and remembered earlier when Deacon had pulled him and Randall apart, how Deacon had pressed his baton against Dean’s chin and growled “Not a good start.” Dean had been grateful for the baggy coveralls which had hidden the fact that his dick had gotten as hard as that baton.
Soon Randall’s cell had been emptied and lights out was called. Dean settled back on the thin mattress, his mind conjuring up details of Deacon’s uniform, and the rough authority of his voice. He palmed his cock through his coveralls; not all the prison movies Dean liked were about valiant tales of escape. Some focused more on the details of shower time and the humiliating punishments dealt out by guards who weren’t always fully clothed.
Dean’s fantasies slipped into dreams as he fell asleep, until a loud bang and a blinding light woke him as the cell door was slammed open, and a torch light shone in his face.
“On your feet Winchester!” Dean started to rise, but he was hauled to his feet and slammed him against the cell wall. “We haven’t got all night sweetheart.”
Deacon closed the cell door behind him and switched off the torch. Dean started to turn around.
“Hey Deacon …”
“That’s Boss to you Winchester.” Deacon pushed him face first against the wall, and kicked his feet apart. “Do you understand? I need to know you understand what we’re doing here.”
Dean thought for a moment. Deacon had been a Corp buddy of his Dad’s and that had bought him Dean’s trust, but Dean really had no idea at this moment whether that was worth a pinch of shit. The situation had just got scary and potentially dangerous and Dean had just got as horny as hell.
“Yes…Boss. I understand.”
“Good. As long as we’re clear,” Deacon leaned in close to Dean, “who’s in charge here?”
“You Boss. You’re in charge.”
Dean felt something hard touch his leg, just inside his knee. “Don’t move Winchester. Stay very still.”
The hard length of the baton traced a path firmly up the inside of Dean’s leg. When it reached the top of his thigh, Deacon pressed it forward and Dean flinched as it pressed into his balls.
“Don’t worry Dean. I won’t hurt you…much.” Deacon pressed his mouth against Dean’s neck and sucked hard, pressing his teeth into Dean’s flesh. Deacon bit down hard on a new place, as he started pistoning the baton back and forth between Dean’s legs. He angled it so the hard rod rubbed down between Dean’s cheeks, past his ass and ending just behind his balls.
Deacon then reached a hand around between Dean and the wall and popped the first couple of fasteners on Dean’s coverall, and pulled it open to expose his shoulder and chest. Deacon moved his mouth down along Dean’s neck and over his shoulder to his bicep, biting and sucking. Dean knew the next day he would be branded with obvious teeth marks and bite-shaped bruises.
“Gotta mark you up a bit. You come out of solitary looking like someone’s bitch, the other cons will know it was some guard. Should leave you alone.”
The pace of the baton thrusting between Dean’s legs increased and he groaned, moving his hips, and pressing against the baton as it rubbed the coarse fabric of his jumpsuit roughly against the soft skin between his ass and his balls.
Deacon moved his hand across Dean’s chest, circling his fingers hard around his nipples. Suddenly he pinched one and twisted it. Dean let out a sharp cry.
“You liked everyone watching you today didn’t you? So smart, so tough. Maybe I should get some of the other guards to come and watch now? Would you like that boy? Like them to watch as I use you?” Deacon’s mouth was close to his ear, his voice harsh and mocking. “Maybe they’d like to play too.”
Dean froze for a moment and a chill went through him that was not supernatural in origin. If Deacon wasn’t playing, he was screwed. Literally. With an audience. He swallowed hard. If he could keep it just between him and Deacon, if things got out of hand maybe he’d stand a chance.
“Boss…please, I’d rather it was just you and me. I’ll do anything, but only for you. Please.” Dean didn’t have to fake the note of desperation in his voice. “I’m yours to use.”
The motion of the baton ceased. Deacon ran a hand through Dean’s hair and gently turned his face towards him. “Oh I like it when you beg.” He planted a soft kiss on Dean’s cheek before whispering, “But don’t worry Dean, trust me, this game is just for you and me.”
Dean let out a long relieved breath, and felt himself relax again. He turned around to face Deacon.
“Then maybe we should get on with it Boss.”
Dean pulled the front of his jumpsuit apart and the fasteners popped in quick succession. Deacon stood admiring the exposed expanse of Dean’s chest and abs, rubbing the baton against his own cock. He opened Dean’s jumpsuit further with the end of the baton, which he then traced down, between his pecs, down his belly until it rubbed against the hardening length of Dean’s cock.
Dean moved forward and drew him in for a kiss. Their tongues met hard and fast, their mouths hungry. Dean ran a hand down and pressed against Deacon’s cock which was hard under his uniform. Deacon broke away first and ran a thumb across Dean’s moist lower lip, and Dean caught it between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth.
“That’s some mouth you got on you. Your Daddy had a mouth on him too. Damn but that man loved to suck cock.”
Deacon pulled his thumb from Dean’s mouth and pushed Dean’s chin up with his baton. Dean ran his tongue around the end of the baton, before opening his mouth wide. He looked at Deacon and a smile creased his eyes before he lowered his mouth onto the thick rod. He moved his mouth up and down a few times before he took it from Deacon’s hands and tossed it onto the bed.
“I prefer the real thing …Boss” This time it was Dean pushing Deacon against the wall, leaning in for another kiss before unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.
“On your knees then Winchester,” Deacon leaned back against the wall and pulled his cock out. “Let’s see if cock-sucking runs in the family.”
Dean knelt before Deacon and leaned forward, running his tongue along Deacon’s shaft and then licking around its base. As Dean held Deacon’s balls in one hand, and sucked and kissed around them, Deacon groaned and his knees buckled just a bit.
Dean’s own cock was hard, flat against his belly above the waistband of his jumpsuit. He spat on his hand and stroked himself a couple of times, before moving his mouth to Deacon’s swollen head. Dean sucked gently, his lips firm yet gentle as his tongue traced circles around the moist glans and the ridge behind it. Deacon moaned and moved his hips forward, trying to get Dean to swallow more of him.
“Steady there Boss.” Dean placed a firm hand on Deacon’s hip as he looked up at him and smiled.
“Damn - you Winchesters will be the death of me.”
“Yeah, but what a way to go.”
Dean grasped the base of Deacon’s cock firmly, and guided it back to his mouth, at the same time slowly pumping himself. He could see beads of pre-come and he rubbed it over his lips, pausing to lick it off.
Deacon’s breath grew deep and ragged. As Dean bent his stiff cock forward and traced shiny trails across his cheeks and mouth, using the head to rub the fluid into his skin, Deacon thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
While pumping his own cock harder, Dean’s mouth enclosed him again, this time taking him in further, sucking harder. Deacon thrust forward with his hips and Dean didn’t try and restrain him but opened his mouth wide to let Deacon fuck into him. Dean took his hand from Deacon’s cock, and placed it against the wall to steady himself as Deacon drove himself forward.
Dean took as much as could, but then he felt himself gag, his throat spasming at the intruding cock. Deacon responded immediately, pulling out and jacking himself for the final seconds before he came, strings of come splattering across Dean’s chest, and droplets freckling his cheeks. Dean followed, his own fluid decorating Deacon’s boots. He looked up at Deacon and they both broke into wide smiles
“Gonna clean up that mess boy?” said Deacon as tucked himself back into his pants
Dean laughed and smeared the come around until the boots shone. Deacon put out a hand, pulled Dean his feet and kissed away the droplets that glistened on Dean’s cheeks as he snapped the jumpsuit closed. He pulled Dean in and they hugged, holding each other close for a moment. Deacon retrieved his baton from the bed, and unlocked the door.
As he went to leave he turned back, and said with a smile, “You know Winchester - your Daddy raised you right.”
Author:
missyjack
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Deacon
Genre: PWP abaolutely no redeeming value
Words: 1,640
Summary: Dean gets a late night visit in solitary. But is Dean in over his head?
A/N: This is all down to
plutogirl10 who egged me on with hot snippets of Deacon/Dean. She begged me to write this, and what can I say - I love it when you beg ;)
Randall’s screams bought the guards running, but they were too late. Dean couldn’t see into the other cell but he could hear voices muttering about another strange death.
“What’s going on? What happened?”
A baton banged on the grille of his cell. “Shuddup. Don’t make me come in there or you’ll really have something to yell about.”
Dean’s eyes met Deacon’s through the bars. “Promises, promises,” Dean whispered quietly.
Deacon’s eyes narrowed but he turned away without a word and continued supervising the removal of the prisoner’s body.
Dean watched him, and remembered earlier when Deacon had pulled him and Randall apart, how Deacon had pressed his baton against Dean’s chin and growled “Not a good start.” Dean had been grateful for the baggy coveralls which had hidden the fact that his dick had gotten as hard as that baton.
Soon Randall’s cell had been emptied and lights out was called. Dean settled back on the thin mattress, his mind conjuring up details of Deacon’s uniform, and the rough authority of his voice. He palmed his cock through his coveralls; not all the prison movies Dean liked were about valiant tales of escape. Some focused more on the details of shower time and the humiliating punishments dealt out by guards who weren’t always fully clothed.
Dean’s fantasies slipped into dreams as he fell asleep, until a loud bang and a blinding light woke him as the cell door was slammed open, and a torch light shone in his face.
“On your feet Winchester!” Dean started to rise, but he was hauled to his feet and slammed him against the cell wall. “We haven’t got all night sweetheart.”
Deacon closed the cell door behind him and switched off the torch. Dean started to turn around.
“Hey Deacon …”
“That’s Boss to you Winchester.” Deacon pushed him face first against the wall, and kicked his feet apart. “Do you understand? I need to know you understand what we’re doing here.”
Dean thought for a moment. Deacon had been a Corp buddy of his Dad’s and that had bought him Dean’s trust, but Dean really had no idea at this moment whether that was worth a pinch of shit. The situation had just got scary and potentially dangerous and Dean had just got as horny as hell.
“Yes…Boss. I understand.”
“Good. As long as we’re clear,” Deacon leaned in close to Dean, “who’s in charge here?”
“You Boss. You’re in charge.”
Dean felt something hard touch his leg, just inside his knee. “Don’t move Winchester. Stay very still.”
The hard length of the baton traced a path firmly up the inside of Dean’s leg. When it reached the top of his thigh, Deacon pressed it forward and Dean flinched as it pressed into his balls.
“Don’t worry Dean. I won’t hurt you…much.” Deacon pressed his mouth against Dean’s neck and sucked hard, pressing his teeth into Dean’s flesh. Deacon bit down hard on a new place, as he started pistoning the baton back and forth between Dean’s legs. He angled it so the hard rod rubbed down between Dean’s cheeks, past his ass and ending just behind his balls.
Deacon then reached a hand around between Dean and the wall and popped the first couple of fasteners on Dean’s coverall, and pulled it open to expose his shoulder and chest. Deacon moved his mouth down along Dean’s neck and over his shoulder to his bicep, biting and sucking. Dean knew the next day he would be branded with obvious teeth marks and bite-shaped bruises.
“Gotta mark you up a bit. You come out of solitary looking like someone’s bitch, the other cons will know it was some guard. Should leave you alone.”
The pace of the baton thrusting between Dean’s legs increased and he groaned, moving his hips, and pressing against the baton as it rubbed the coarse fabric of his jumpsuit roughly against the soft skin between his ass and his balls.
Deacon moved his hand across Dean’s chest, circling his fingers hard around his nipples. Suddenly he pinched one and twisted it. Dean let out a sharp cry.
“You liked everyone watching you today didn’t you? So smart, so tough. Maybe I should get some of the other guards to come and watch now? Would you like that boy? Like them to watch as I use you?” Deacon’s mouth was close to his ear, his voice harsh and mocking. “Maybe they’d like to play too.”
Dean froze for a moment and a chill went through him that was not supernatural in origin. If Deacon wasn’t playing, he was screwed. Literally. With an audience. He swallowed hard. If he could keep it just between him and Deacon, if things got out of hand maybe he’d stand a chance.
“Boss…please, I’d rather it was just you and me. I’ll do anything, but only for you. Please.” Dean didn’t have to fake the note of desperation in his voice. “I’m yours to use.”
The motion of the baton ceased. Deacon ran a hand through Dean’s hair and gently turned his face towards him. “Oh I like it when you beg.” He planted a soft kiss on Dean’s cheek before whispering, “But don’t worry Dean, trust me, this game is just for you and me.”
Dean let out a long relieved breath, and felt himself relax again. He turned around to face Deacon.
“Then maybe we should get on with it Boss.”
Dean pulled the front of his jumpsuit apart and the fasteners popped in quick succession. Deacon stood admiring the exposed expanse of Dean’s chest and abs, rubbing the baton against his own cock. He opened Dean’s jumpsuit further with the end of the baton, which he then traced down, between his pecs, down his belly until it rubbed against the hardening length of Dean’s cock.
Dean moved forward and drew him in for a kiss. Their tongues met hard and fast, their mouths hungry. Dean ran a hand down and pressed against Deacon’s cock which was hard under his uniform. Deacon broke away first and ran a thumb across Dean’s moist lower lip, and Dean caught it between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth.
“That’s some mouth you got on you. Your Daddy had a mouth on him too. Damn but that man loved to suck cock.”
Deacon pulled his thumb from Dean’s mouth and pushed Dean’s chin up with his baton. Dean ran his tongue around the end of the baton, before opening his mouth wide. He looked at Deacon and a smile creased his eyes before he lowered his mouth onto the thick rod. He moved his mouth up and down a few times before he took it from Deacon’s hands and tossed it onto the bed.
“I prefer the real thing …Boss” This time it was Dean pushing Deacon against the wall, leaning in for another kiss before unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.
“On your knees then Winchester,” Deacon leaned back against the wall and pulled his cock out. “Let’s see if cock-sucking runs in the family.”
Dean knelt before Deacon and leaned forward, running his tongue along Deacon’s shaft and then licking around its base. As Dean held Deacon’s balls in one hand, and sucked and kissed around them, Deacon groaned and his knees buckled just a bit.
Dean’s own cock was hard, flat against his belly above the waistband of his jumpsuit. He spat on his hand and stroked himself a couple of times, before moving his mouth to Deacon’s swollen head. Dean sucked gently, his lips firm yet gentle as his tongue traced circles around the moist glans and the ridge behind it. Deacon moaned and moved his hips forward, trying to get Dean to swallow more of him.
“Steady there Boss.” Dean placed a firm hand on Deacon’s hip as he looked up at him and smiled.
“Damn - you Winchesters will be the death of me.”
“Yeah, but what a way to go.”
Dean grasped the base of Deacon’s cock firmly, and guided it back to his mouth, at the same time slowly pumping himself. He could see beads of pre-come and he rubbed it over his lips, pausing to lick it off.
Deacon’s breath grew deep and ragged. As Dean bent his stiff cock forward and traced shiny trails across his cheeks and mouth, using the head to rub the fluid into his skin, Deacon thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
While pumping his own cock harder, Dean’s mouth enclosed him again, this time taking him in further, sucking harder. Deacon thrust forward with his hips and Dean didn’t try and restrain him but opened his mouth wide to let Deacon fuck into him. Dean took his hand from Deacon’s cock, and placed it against the wall to steady himself as Deacon drove himself forward.
Dean took as much as could, but then he felt himself gag, his throat spasming at the intruding cock. Deacon responded immediately, pulling out and jacking himself for the final seconds before he came, strings of come splattering across Dean’s chest, and droplets freckling his cheeks. Dean followed, his own fluid decorating Deacon’s boots. He looked up at Deacon and they both broke into wide smiles
“Gonna clean up that mess boy?” said Deacon as tucked himself back into his pants
Dean laughed and smeared the come around until the boots shone. Deacon put out a hand, pulled Dean his feet and kissed away the droplets that glistened on Dean’s cheeks as he snapped the jumpsuit closed. He pulled Dean in and they hugged, holding each other close for a moment. Deacon retrieved his baton from the bed, and unlocked the door.
As he went to leave he turned back, and said with a smile, “You know Winchester - your Daddy raised you right.”