Don't Touch John/Sam/Dean NC/17
Supernatural: Pairing John/Dean eventual John/Dean/Sam Very dark fic. NC/17 D/S, bondage, torture, non-con, dub-con m/m incest, object penetration. You've been warned.
Dean knows he's not supposed to. Knows he'll be in a world of hurt if John finds out. But he doesn't know how much longer he can hold on.
John had teased him to fullness this morning, got him hard and needy and had then tied a cock-ring around him. He then spent the rest of the morning driving Dean into a wall of sexual frustration. Just after noon, John had been on his knees behind Dean, fucking him slowly, with Dean's back pulled tight against his chest, when he felt his stomach begin to rumble. "Think I need to take a break, son," John murmured into Dean's ear, pulling his still hard dick out of Dean's ass, and unwrapping his hand from Dean's overstimulated cock. Let's finish this up in the shower, and then I'll go get something to eat."
Dean's keening moan became words. "Dad, please,". His voice trailed off as John grabbed his hair and told him to get his ass up and in the shower right now. When Dean didn't move quickly enough, John grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.
Sam's room is at the end of the hall and he was sitting on his bed reading with a clear view of his naked father dragging his naked brother toward the bathroom. Dean's eyes were fixed on the floor, so he didn't see how Sam looked at him, flushed , and put his eyes back on his book. John saw it though, and he also saw Sam's hand slide down between his legs and start to move.
Once in the bathroom, John turned on the shower and pulled Dean in, forcing him immediately to his knees. "Suck me off while I get cleaned up." was all he said, and Dean took him in and got to work. When John had finished cleaning himself he looked down, loving the sight of Dean's mouth stretched tight around his cock. He grabbed Dean's head with both hands and grunted "Open up." Dean obeyed and John started fucking deep into his son's mouth, going faster and deeper until he came with a moan. John waited until Dean had swallowed all his come down, then slipped his cock from between Dean's swollen lips. "So good for me, Dean," John whispered as he dried them both off, and took Dean back to the bedroom, noting Sam's hot glances on the way back as well.
Dean stood in the middle of the floor watching John get dressed. "Dad, please. I need to come before-"
John interrupted him. "Before what Dean?"
" I thought you said we were taking a break and getting something to eat."
"No, what I said was that I was getting cleaned up before I took a break and got something to eat. You were just getting cleaned up for our afternoon session. I've come down your throat so many times today that I can't believe you've got room in your stomach for anything else. Maybe if you're good you can have something for dinner besides my spunk. Now get on the bed on your back, hands over your head, legs spread with your knees bent.
Dean had obeyed with his heart as heavy as his throbbing dick. Dad had been playing these games with him for years, but since he had turned 18 last year he had gotten harder, less forgiving when Dean messed up, and now less likely to let him come. Dean didn't know if he could hold out while John was gone, never mind for a whole afternoon. John slid a small vibrating dildo up Dean's ass, sliding it over his prostate and watching his dick jump before turning it on low. Then he left with a warning. "That still better be in you and running when I get back," he threatened. "And Dean? Don't touch."
John walked into the hallway, closing the door behind him and cutting off Dean's soft choked moans. Sam looked up again from his book and at John's gesture, followed his father into the living room. John turned on the t.v. and, taking a remote control from his pocket, pushed the button that made the t.v. pick up the closed circuit feed from the camera hidden in the bedroom ceiling.
"God, Dad", Sam gasped as he got a look at Dean. The view from above showed Dean spread out on the bed, his bound cock tight against his belly, jerking weakly as the vibrator pulsed slowly against his prostate. His chest rose and fell as if he was running a marathon and tears of agony rolled down his face as his fists clenched the blankets so they wouldn't move to his cock.
"I know," John replied. "He's beautiful like that isn't he?"
"How long are you going to make him stay like that?"
"Until he breaks down and touches himself."
"And then you'll punish him for it?" Sam meant to speak the words with disgust, but they came out sounding strangely eager instead.
John only looked at him with amusement, handed him the keys to the Impala and told him to drive a few miles down the road, read his book, and wait for John's call to come back. Then John made himself a sandwich, grabbed a beer and settled down to watch and wait.
Dean heard the rumble of the Impala's engine as it started, then faded into the distance. He clenched his hands tighter into the blankets. Dad was gone, but he would know if Dean was bad. He always knew. When Dean was young, disobedience was punished with a spanking. John's hard hand on Dean's bare ass had reduced him to tears, apologies and promises to never do it again. As he got older, John's hand had been replaced with a heavy leather strap that left welts on Dean's butt that took weeks to heal. Weeks that John spent fucking him anyway. As the agony in his groin went on and on with no relief in sight, a strapping was starting to look good by comparison. Dad wasn't here, maybe he wouldn't know this time, and even if he did, Dean would take the strap over this torture. Unclenching his fist from the blankets, he brought it down and began to stroke his cock.
John grinned as he watched Dean begin to touch himself. He had known that Dean would eventually rationalize that a spanking with the strap would be preferable to the prolonged teasing of his cock. Dean was wrong though. Spanking was for children and Dean was an adult now. There were things in the locked toy box that Dean had no idea about and he was in for a painful surprise when John went back into that room. John picked up his phone and called Sam home. Judging from the looks Sam had been giving Dean earlier and the eagerness in his voice when he asked about punishment, it shouldn't be too hard to get him to join in the fun.
John heard the rumble of the Impala as it pulled back into the driveway and watched as Dean took his hand off his cock and fisted it back into the blankets, his face fearful, but resigned.
Sam walked through the front door and tossed the keys back to John. "He lasted longer than I thought," he said, thinking back to the time he had asked his father what the toy he was using on Dean did. John had given him a demonstration of the vibrator and Sam had never come so hard before or since.
"Not long enough, Sammy," John replied. "Come on."
Sam hesitated. "Come on?" he repeated. "You want me to go with you?"
John looked back at him. "You're 15 now, son. Man sized and you've got the biggest cock in the family. Don't you want to start using it?"
"Been using it!" Sam shot back indignantly. Then softer, "I don't want to hurt him." But Sam knew, thinking back to how he felt the many times he had watched his Dad with Dean over the years, that it was a lie.
"Well then just watch this time," John said impatiently moving away. "I need to get back in there."
Dean's eyes jerked to the door as John walked through and widened as he saw Sam following. "Sammy, what-" was all he got out before John interrupted him.
"Dean," John rumbled, "you disobeyed me and touched yourself didn't you. Tell the truth now, " he prompted as Dean hesitated, "you know it'll only be worse if you lie."
Dean nodded. "Yes," he whispered. "I'm sorry."
"Not as sorry as you're going to be." John snapped.
"I know. Do you want me to get the strap?"
"No. Straps are for spanking and spanking is for children. You're not a child any more and I'm not going to punish you like one. I want you on your knees at the end of the bed, facing out. Spread your legs as far as you can." The fear on Dean's face was making John's already hard cock impossibly even harder. He wanted to throw Dean down on the bed and fuck him, but he had disobeyed(been pushed into disobeying, if John was being honest) and John had been waiting a long time to punish Dean like this. He would fuck him after. As Dean moved to obey, John stripped off his clothes, telling Sam to do the same. He saw despair join the fear on Dean's face as he saw Sam's rock hard reaction to Dean's abused state.
Sam stared at Dean as he moved into position on the bed. Dean had his legs spread wide, trying to avoid anything coming into contact with his cock. The vibrator was still humming, clenched tightly between his ass cheeks. "God, Dad." Sam choked out. "I can't believe he's had that thing in him so long and hasn't been able to come. The one time I used it...." Sam's voice trailed off.
"Don't worry Sam" John soothed, rubbing his hand on Sam's neck. "I would never do this to you." John grinned as his words broke Dean a little more. Turning to the corner, he opened the toy box and took out a pair of leather restraints with metal rings on them. Dean's eyes widened. John had never tied him up before.
"Dad, what-" was all he was allowed.
"That's enough out of you Dean! One more word and I'll gag you." Moving forward, he grabbed Dean's right wrist and buckled the restraint tightly around it, following that up with the left wrist. When he had both on, he moved Dean's hands behind his back and joined the rings. Taking a step back , John took in the sight of his bound son. He remained where he was for a moment, and when Dean didn't move he spoke again, his voice tinged with displeasure.
"You've already got demerits for touching yourself. Want to add to them by not welcoming me back properly?"
Dean swallowed hard and leaned forward, trying desperately to keep his balance with his legs spread and his arms bound behind his back. When his head had gotten low enough, he pressed a firm kiss to the head of his father's cock, following it with a soft lick before raising himself back up again.
As he turned to get his next toy out of the box, John saw Sam staring at Dean and stroking his cock. "Unh-unh Sammy," John admonished. "you can watch or you can play, but no touching yourself."
Dean stared silently at Sam, his eyes pleading with his little brother not to join in this, not to help his father hurt him, not to let his father hurt him. He knew even as he had the thoughts though, that it was hopeless.
Sam was hard and looking at him like Dad did. He'd been touching himself while staring at Dean's cock.
This was going to happen. Sam was going to fuck him, put his cock in Dean's mouth, make Dean give him handjobs. Hurt him. Just like Dad.
"Wh- what do you want me to do?" Sam got out hoarsely.
"Sammy, no." Dean choked and John was on him instantly. Grabbing Dean's hair, John twisted his head back and used his other hand to viciously pinch Dean's nipples.
"No's not a word you get to use in these situations, Dean. Sammy's going to be playing with you from now on too, and when he tells you to do something you're going to do it just like you would with me." Gesturing for Sam to come and stand at the foot of the bed, John added " Welcome your brother to our session."
Sam's already harder than he's ever been in his life, thinks he's going to die from hardness when he feels Dean's lips and then his tongue caress his cock. He doesn't know what his father has in mind for Dean's punishment, but he hopes it's not long before they get to the Sam fucks Dean portion of the program.
"And I'm pretty sure I told you what would happen if you talked." John pulled a thick gag modeled after a cock out of the box and shoved it in Dean's mouth, buckling the straps behind his head. The fear in Dean's eyes was rapidly turning to terror. The things John had done to him up til now, had been humiliating and somewhat painful, but nothing like this. His huge eyes turned to the box, terrified of what John would take out next.
"To answer your question, Sammy," John said, pulling a huge dildo out of the box. "This is what you are going to do. I was just going to shove this up his ass, while I punished him, but it will work so much better if someone was fucking it in and out. Let me get you started." Kneeling on the bed behind Dean, John pulled the much smaller dildo out and tossed it on the bed. Dean was still fairly open from being repeatedly fucked earlier, so he didn't scream too loudly into the gag when John pushed the big one all the way in. "Climb up here behind him Sam, and just slide this in and out, as hard or as easy as you want. Look over his shoulder, see how his cock jumps when you hit that spot?" Sam nodded. "Just keep doing that and we'll be good. And Sammy? Don't come during this. Save it for after." Sam nodded again and smiled.
John circled the foot of the bed one last time on his way to the box. Looking down at Dean's cock, almost purple now, he smirked. "Boy that looks sore. I bet just breathing on it would make it feel like it was on fire." Continuing on to the box John reached in and took out a flogger. Holding it up in front of Dean, he asked "Do you know what this is?" Eyes wide, Dean just stared and shook his head. "You better not be telling me not to use this on you, 'cause I don't even think you can take the punishment you've got coming already." Dean's head stilled and he stared at John with tears running down his face. "It's specially made for whipping cocks. Causes a lot of pain without ripping you up so we can't play with you anymore. You've got demerits for touching yourself, not welcoming me back without me having to remind you and using the word no. I think five strokes for each ought to do it."
Timing it so his first stroke would fall just as Sam pushed the dildo into Dean's prostate, John swung the whip, connecting squarely with Dean's cock. Dean roared into the gag and tried to push back away from the pain, but Sam was there, draped over his shoulder to get a good look at what John was doing, and there was no where to go that way. The whip fell again, and again, driving Dean out of his mind with pain. After 10 strokes, the beating stopped and Sam pulled the dildo out of Dean's ass. Dean fell backward onto the bed, landing heavily on his bound arms. Immediately John was there between his legs, undoing the cock-ring and jerking Dean's burning cock until he came screaming. Dean shuddered as he heard John whisper "just 10 strokes this time, Dean, gave you a break, but don't worry, we'll work up to more.. Now, up on your hands and knees, you need to thank your brother and me for letting you come."
John unhooked Dean's wrists, but didn't remove the restraints and unbuckled the gag and removed it. Dean rolled over slowly and got up to his hands and knees. "Sammy," John said, " ever had your cock sucked before?" Sam nodded. "Some little girl at school? Couldn't take you all? Had to be careful not to hurt her?" Sam nodded again. "Well you're in for a treat now. Dean's been taking my cock down his throat since he was 12. You just do whatever feels good." Sam knelt in front of Dean and hesitated, glancing up at John. "This first time, just fuck his mouth." John said, running his hand down Dean's back to settle on his ass. "We have all afternoon and night for him to give you as many of his first class blowjobs as you can handle." Sam took Dean's head between his hands and pushed his cock into Dean's mouth. John positioned himself behind Dean and thrust hard into his ass. " Another first, " John gloated. "Getting dicked from both ends at once. Definitely won't be the last time though. Tonight's a lesson for you both. Dean's going to learn to obey. And what he needs to do to make you feel good Sammy. And you're going to learn all the different ways to use Dean's mouth. I know what positions I like him in. You need to see what you like. And Sam?"I don't want to hurt him?"
Sam grinned at his Dad as he thrust his hips quickly, fucking his huge cock down Dean's throat. "Didn't know it would feel this good." he replied. John grinned back. Dean's beaten cock was beginning to get hard again as John pounded his prostate, and John reached around to fist it. The agony of John's touch made Dean moan and the feeling of Dean's throat vibrating around his cock made Sam come with a yell.
"Fuck, Dad," Sam groaned, still holding tightly to Dean's head as Dean swallowed his come. He didn't think he'd ever felt anything as good as sliding in and out of Dean's mouth. The girl at school had been no comparison. Reluctantly Sam pulled out of Dean and wiped away the tears that were silently running down Dean's face. His eyes traced his brother's trembling body back to where John was still thrusting deeply into Dean's ass while tormenting his aching cock. Dad was right. Dean was beautiful like this.
John looked up at Sam. He had known Sam would be great at this if he would just give it a try. Dean's punishment wasn't over, they had a long night ahead, and he wasn't done with the toybox. And the next time he told Dean not to touch himself. Well, he'd make sure he couldn't manage it again.
A few more hard thrusts and John's shuddering through his own climax, using both hands to pull Dean fully back onto his cock. Not wanting to pull out yet, John continued to push his softening cock back and forth in his son's passage, loving the way it felt around him. Pulling out slowly, he leaned forward and licked a path up Dean's sweaty back to bite hard on the back of his neck. Not wanting to give Dean any respite, John directed Sam to sit at the head of the bed and spread his legs to make room for his brother.
"Dean's going to do all the work this time, Sammy. You just sit back and enjoy."
"I'm not ready yet," Sam said, looking down at his half hard cock.
"Don't worry, Dean's going to take care of that too." John gave Dean a hard slap on the ass. "Now get down there and give your brother a blow job."
Slowly crawling up between Sam's legs Dean lowered his head and took his brother's softened cock into his mouth. Another slap to his ass made him raise his head and look questioningly back at his father.
"On your stomach, Dean."
Dean sighed and slowly began lowering himself to the bed. He hadn't come while his father was fucking him and his cock was still heavy and painful. He wasn't more than halfway down when John grabbed him by both ankles and pulled, forcing his full weight to land on his cock, trapping it between his body and the bed.
"When I tell you to do something, I don't want you taking all day about it. Is there a problem?"
"Hurts," Dean managed through the pain.
"Think it'll hurt more after another session with the flogger? Because that's what you're going to get if you don't stop paying more attention to your cock than you do to Sam's."
"I'm sorry," Dean gasped out, terrified at the thought of his cock being beaten again. "I'll be good. I'll suck Sammy. I'll give him the best blowjob ever."
"I know you will Dean. Because you know what'll happen if you don't. Now get to it."
Propping himself up on his elbows Dean again took Sam's cock into his mouth, trying to ignore his pain and concentrate only on Sam.
John moved himself up to sit beside Sam. He watched Dean's head bob up and down, licking and sucking at his brother's cock, seeing Sam getting hard under Dean's skillful ministrations. John's amazed at the size of Sam's erection, loves the sight of Dean's mouth stretched around it. He wants to see all of Sam's monster disappear inside his brother. Lifting Sam's hand he placed it on the back of Dean's head and said "Make him take more."
At Sam's questioning look, John placed his hand over Sam's and pushed down, forcing Dean further onto Sam. Sam gasped at the feeling of his cock being pushed down Dean's tight throat. When they have shoved Dean all the way down, his lips pushed against Sam's balls, he began choking and gagging around Sam's cock and Sam shot John an alarmed glance.
"Does your cock feel good where it is?" was John's reply to Sam's anxious look and Dean's distress.
"God, yes," Sam moaned.
"Then don't worry about him. He can hold his breath. Just let him up a little to breathe and then put him back down again. Or let him up to finish blowing you. This is about you and what you want Sam. Dean's been doing this for a long time. There's nothing you can do that hasn't been done many times before."
John removed his hand from Sam's, relinquishing control and sat back to see what Sam would do.
Sam kept his hand pressed hard against Dean's head for a few moments more, then let him up far enough to take a few deep breaths through his nose before pushing him back down again. With Dean's mouth pressed firmly into his crotch, Sam gently thrust his hips, driving his cock even further into Dean.
Sam realized that even though this feels pretty fucking amazing, if he keeps it up he's going to come way before he wants to. Shifting his grip to grab Dean's hair, Sam pulled his head up until it's off of his cock.
Tilting Dean's chin up, Sam gazed into his brother's dazed, tear filled eyes.
"I want you to suck me now, Dean, and make it last. Dad says you're practically a professional." His tone making clear that his next words are nothing less than an order he added, "Show me."
Part 2