AN: actually bro/john is a little bit of an obsession for me and bro/dave/john is even more so, writing this was actually a huge pleasure because of the way I view sweet innocent little john he's so easily made pliant but underneath I believe he can be snapped into something more which you'll see in this if anyone wants me to continue after the non-con/smut and for all of my heart I hope who ever reads this will find it written well enough, and do what OP was hoping for 3 with that said read on and please let me know what you think, I've dulled down the violence a tad cause well I love John, but if need be I can fix that ;)

Part one: Broken Glass

There was no pleasure like being in the Strider household, at least not for John Egbert who had been looking to this visit for the last 3months before his school had let out for summer vacation, his Dad finally allowing him to fly out to Texas for the entirety of their break, John had spent the week before packing and unpacking, pestering Dave everyday ranting on and on and asking what he should bring, Dave having enough finally told john to just cool it and be happy.

So he did and he found it was invigorating to be next to the Dave Strider while blowing up things in the video game they were playing, Dave was totally kickass at the game and was "teach John his ways", of course this is what most teenaged boys did on a daily basis but doing it with Dave made it special.

"okay dude I'm done with this shit Bro'll be home in a few we should bed down." Dave drawled.

John caught a glimpse of the clock and was in shock to see that it was passed 2 am, normally he couldn't stay up passed 11 but being at Dave's for the last week had messed up his internal clock drastically.

" I'm gonna grab a shower before he gets home, if you want one you better get it together." Dave yawned as he stretch his arms, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

John mumbled a reply of acknowledgment, staring after his friend briefly. Almost every night Dave made sure to head them to his bed room before Bro got home at night, … well morning.. He made sure they were in bed and mostly asleep and when John had questioned it Dave had only cocked a brow and said "just get your ass to bed before he gets home." and John had assumed that maybe they would get in trouble, maybe Bro was just tired and grumpy after work and had asked not to have to deal with too loud teenaged boys roaming around his smuppets/sword/weapon infested home at all hours.

With that thought in mind and trying to be respectful of the Striders, John stood and turned off the game console, he yawned openly before drifting (half asleep already) to Dave's bedroom, there he found his suit case tucked neatly against the foot of the blonds bed.

Every thing felt perfect as he retrieved his clothes quietly, listening to the water running through the old pipes, the way the building made little sighs when the wind blew, it was all to perfect, it made John never want to go home ever again, he was sure Dirk wouldn't even notice since he had only seen the man a total of 5 times since he had gotten in the house, and who wouldn't want to room with their best bud? John moved to stand in front of the bath room door hearing the water cut off.

Dave emerged from the bathroom in a towel and his signature shades, he smirked at John seeing the exhaustion on his face and the stiffness in his body "man you can't keep up with me can you?"

John grinned back " I just aint got that kinda swagger I guess." his voice mimicked the southern boys. A grin plastered on his face.

Dave rolled his shoulders and moved passed the other, his thumbs hooking into the waist of the towel as if it were a pair of jeans.

"Make it fast or the boogie man will get you." John smirked at that making his way into the steamed up lav, immediately stripping and getting into the shower.

The heat of the water seemed to only make john drowsier and almost light headed. He washed his hair quickly deciding to make it quick as possible and then bound…well drag himself …to Dave's bed.

And that's exactly what had happened, Dave had fallen asleep already, his head phones on and emitting a very low source of music that it lulled John to sleep almost instantly. Everything was perfect until John woke with a jolt, his heart pounding and his head spinning, the dream had been horrific, a muddled mess of twisted limbs and zombie/mutant people chasing him down throw a plain of tall grass, there was no shelter, no place to hide, no way to get away, John felt his stomach heave and he made a dash for the kitchen hoping he didn't wake up Dave, but not looking back to care.

Once in the kitchen John filled a glass with water and chugged it down as fast as possible, spilling it down himself carelessly as it quieted his stomach. John moaned warmly thanking the fluid mentally as it still spilled down his throat, washing down the sickness that threatened to obstruct his breathing and possibly find its way out.

Suddenly a hand clapped him on the boys trembling shoulder and John gasped sucking down the liquid down the wrong way resulting in a coughing fit, water exited his nose and mouth at once and made john feverishly wipe at it embarrassed as he recovered enough to turn around and apologize, his eyes going wide and he stumbled over his words as Bro glared down at him.

"sh-shit. I mean im so sorry, I had a bad dream an-"

"so you decided to come wet yourself in my kitchen?" Bro's voice was heavy and thick, slurred around his accent giving away the slight scent of booze.

"wha- wet..myself…Oh!" John noted the current wetness of his moth and chest. He chuckled light heartily about to say something witty back when he realized Bro didn't look very happy. Infact he looked creepy, his amber eyes lit orange like a strange glowing jack-o-lantern and his mouth set at a hint of a smirk that had the hairs on the back of John's neck standing on edge, something like fight or flight seemed to be screaming RUN!

John swallowed hard and cleared his throat as he felt his nausea return, trying to ignore the suddenly weird aura.

"I- I'm sorry Bro …. I didn't mean to wokkjd hm?" Bro Had pressed his index to the boys bottom lip and was delighting in the slickness of the well coated orifice. John pulled away and Bro shot him a look, pinning him against the kitchen counter, causing him to drop the cup he was holding, it shattered beside them and John let a stream of apologizes, forgetting the 'this should not be happening' situation and the intense heat rolling Off Bro in waves, but he was quickly reminded when the other was flush against him, pulling him in for a kiss.

John at first to shocked to reacted went rigid before pushing Bro back the smallest bit. Finger clawing into the others shirtless chest and shoving at the pure muscle. "what the hell are you doing?"

Dirk grinned widely his fingers wrapping around John's wrist and holding him still as he lent in just above the others mouth. "you have sexy lips Egderp. Fucking blow job lips."

John blushed red his form trembling, chalking this up to the way Dave had said his bro was always pulling stupid shit pranks and being weird or ironic. "I think I should go back to bed now Mr. Strider."

Bro chuckled darkly and pressed his thigh between John's thin legs, grinding himself on the others body. "shhh, be a good boy now. Hold still." Bro freed one of the boys wrist to try and remove the shirt the other wore, of course John fought back, but it was useless as the material was pried off him and a hard slap was delivered to his jaw, the impact made John dizzy and spacey, he could heard his neck pop with the force of the blow and was stunned into a stillness, and emptiness in which the world swam with little white dots and danced, slowly pain ebbed into the equation and the coolness of the air around his legs had him realize his boxers were being pushed down, his ass grabbed firmly, almost painfully.

"Stop. Your scaring me. Stop playing" John croaked his eyes locked on the broken glass, he felt silly standing in his best bro's kitchen with his pants down around the middle of his thighs, his shirt god knew where, he trembled when Bro grabbed his shaft and caressed the flesh, his lips busy with placing open mouthed kisses over the creamy paled throat, feeling the vibration of the boys words more then hearing them, he didn't heed the plea only nipped harder, and harder till he was forcing yelps from the other as he bit down hard, pressed closer finding his way to the boys ear with his tongue and languidly licking the soft lobe before nuzzling his nose into the boys dark locks keeping his mouth on the his ear and whispering his intentions making more tears prick John's eyes, he was an absolute mess already.

"I want you on your knees. So sick of seeing you prance around my apartment like some tipsy twink, you've got a shit eating grin a mile long… run your mouth so much, you never shut up…" Bro cooed in a sticky sort of way. Not that there had been much room for this to be taken lightly as a strange joke, but it definitely was send John into freak out mode now. "I want your mouth wrapped around my dick, putting that pretty mouth to some good uses"

John whimpered chocking down a sob. "don't do this, don't hurt me please please just stop I wont tell I wont I swear just-"

"Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth." the taller man punched the other in the gut hard, efficiently silencing the stream of words from the younger man, making him cough and wheeze as the air was force from his lungs,

John slouched forward, freed up to be able to clutch his stomach, his legs went shaky and gave out beneath him, making him fall to his knees, his hands opting to grip onto Bro's knee for support, trying desperately to get the air back into his lungs, he was outraged by how Bro took full advantage of his weakened state by gripping a large section black hair and making the other look up at him.

"that's a good boy." the blonde grinned and pushed his pajama pants down to reveal his large blood engorged member, he pressed the head of it against John's soft cheek and the boy jerked back tried to scramble away but Dirk simply slammed the other back, smashing the back of his head so hard against the cabinets below the sink that John went lax his vision blurred again, the spots returning to dance (now in color!) a skewing his sight, he was thankful his glasses had been left in Dave's room. Funny how he had just realized they were missing. He grinned softly wondering why he hadn't grabbed them before… reality waved before him and John was vaguely aware of the feeling of something pressing into his mouth.

Bro pressed his erection to the boys lips, sliding it passed his teeth and tongue and slowly starting a rhythm with his hips, waiting for the other to come back to himself. He watched wordlessly as the others eyes swam unseeing and unfocused, he thought for a moment he might have broken the other, actually done some bad damage… his eyes finally caught his and he watched the realization and shame flash in them before the blue was hidden behind pale eye lids.

John first though to bite down, to make Bro stop at any cost, but the ache in his head made him second guess that and instead he shakily opened his mouth wider, swallowing back a sob as he pressed his lips tighter to the others cock and began to suck gingerly, keeping his teeth somewhat in check.

"there you go now your getting it bitch… I knew you'd come around, your going to fucking worship my dick…" dirk pressed himself deeper till John gagged around the impressive girth, at that Bro only pushed more enjoying the way John put on the sad show of a broken doll, trying oh so hard to be the perfect play thing, afraid of being tossed away, ripped up, torn apart slowly and all for big brothers amusement. He wondered if Dave would cry…

John tried to pull away, tried not to wretch, he fought the bile threatening to spill its self across the floor, his legs slipped a bit and glass cut into his calf and knee, drawing the blood and making the wounds sting., still he kept trying to please the other, ignoring the biting feeling of more sliver sinking into his legs.

Bro moved away seeing the blood start to accumulate on the tile and with a hiss he rattled John's head " you dumb fuck, get up. Getting blood all over my floor, what the fuck?"

John obeyed trying to slip away but Dirk growled and flipped john face down bent over the counter.

John officially flipped his shit, he immediately started to fight Bro's hands off him, he let out a ear piercing shriek that was cut short by a quick explosion of pain, the strike to his kidneys silencing in an unforgiving way, and Bro was on him in seconds watching the boy crumble to the surface of the counter and tears flow from his eyes.

"another out burst like that and I'll fuck you dry." Bro hissed shoving an unlubed digit up the boys rectum forcefully, earning a jerk of the others body, loving the crackling noise he made in the back of his throat when he stifled another scream obediently by stuffing a first into his mouth, his eyes wide with fear and full of unshed tears. His mouth worked amorously to try and form words around his knuckles and Dirk watched soundlessly stroking his free hand over the boys tense back and down to the soft supple globes of his perfectly rounded ass.

"Cant wait to fuck you John, pound this sweet ass right into next week, and you know what… your going to love it." Bro's voice was low and dangerous, he pressed close to kiss the nape of the darker hair boy neck before reaching for the tube of lubricant he had in the bread box just to the left of him. He added a generous amount to his middle digit and slid it in to join the first, "See how much easier that was? Taking it dry just aint the way your gonna wanna do things babe, believe me your goanna need all the slipperiness you can get,"

The entire time John had been chanting nononopleasenononostopnono in his head mouthing the words emptily hoping some how Dave would knock his head phones off and hear him, save him.

"spread your self open for me john."

John shivered spreading his leg with a weak noise.

"please stop. Bro…." it had become a quiet mantra a pleases and no's.

Bro prepared the other without reply, he hummed under his breath, keeping on hand on the back of John's neck, pressing him to the cool wood, and making what would be enduring comments of how soft John's skin was, how sweet his voice was.

John cried quietly realizing there was no way the blonde was even really hearing him and even if he was he didn't give a fuck, there was no escaping this, no way to stop him, the fear of what might happen to him if he ran or screamed was to great. Dave could not hear him scream, he had no one else to run to, his dad felt millions of miles away, and he couldn't go home… maybe he would never go home, how would he look at his father again? How was he going to face Dave? How was- He gasped his back aching tight and he grit his teeth as a warm pleasure wound its way up his spine.

"Gotcha." Bro drawled, pressing teasingly against the black haired boys sweet spot and getting a broken whimper in response, Dirk was going to enjoy twisting the boy to his will, he could feel it in his bones, the way John gave in so easy, a little brute force and he was terrified into a pliant submission, it was erotically gorgeous.

It was so much worse then pain, at least with the pain it was still all bad, it made john want it to end, want it to all stop, but with the pleasure there was a sickening feeling that made it good, that made John press back into the pressure and want to kick himself for it at the same time, he begged Dirk again in vain to just stop, telling him he'd leave right now, no one would know.

"your right Egdurp… no one will know. " Bro said softly, pressing the tip of his erection to john's entrance, it was slick and hard and John swallowed the lump in his throat, as it was starting block his air ways.

"Now this might hurt, " Bro whispered right into his ear. "in fact its probably going to hurt a lot, so you can scream, I'm pretty sure it wont matter. Miss Anderson's pushing 98 now, she lives next door, her hearing isn't what it use to be, and Dave…boy could sleep through a metal concert, and I'll bet you anything he's got his ear buds in."

John nodded daftly not even sure if he should have answered, maybe it had been rhetorical.

Bro made an amused noise before pressing forward slow and steady, the pressure making john cringe and try and move away as it increased, it was like being pulled apart gently, and somehow it made it worse, he tried to stifle the sounds bubbling up from him, but they spilled out and increased in volume and before to long he was almost afraid of it, afraid he'd have Dave wake up to this, that someone might see them, it was a horrific image in his head, because even if they saved him, even if the hero on the white horse came. The Damage Was Done… John panted hard into the wood, his nails dug deep into his own palms his eyes dripping tears making the counter wet, and he realized he could feel Bro's pelvis flat on his ass, his insides felt swollen and awkward, it was over whelming, disgusting, and then Bro's finger were on hid mouth, playing in the small amount of spittle and tears, dragging it across his face in swirling patterns.

"Shhh, baby, shhh, it'll be alright. it'll feel good soon," he dragged his fingers lower and lower till they found his nipples and he pinched them gently fondling them ever so careful and the twing of pleasure making the slighter boy gasp. "see there we go."

"please." John cried. "just stop, I don't want this."

Bro planted kisses across the boys shoulder, his hand sweeping down to wrap around the others semi hard erection, smirking softly "'s not what your cock is sayin' its telling me 'more more more.' "

Blue eyes stared blankly down at their tears, feeling the sickening jolt of pleasure slipping up his spine as Bro's hand stroked him to full hardness, his hips shifting and picking up an easy pace, making a wave of discomfort thankfully squelch some of the good feelings down.

John seethed at the traitorous way his body found the stimulation and kept his shaft wanting, kept his nerves vibrating with unusual heat and it was maddening how his body became use to the intrusion and suddenly it all felt sickly nice, disgustingly wonderful, fighting his own sensations and vocal chords. Hating how incredible it was starting feel as the older man's thrusts grazed the spot inside him that made him moan sharply.

"there you are." Bro sighed keeping constant motion on and over the others prostate now that he had found it again, moaning to himself as John's body tightened when it was stroked across. "your so fucking tight John, fucking velvet vice on my dick,"

The sharp gasp of pleasure made John's stomach twist, he felt dirty all over, his legs shaking, the slow push and pull of Bro's movements making a mockery of tenderness, of something that John had hoped would be like with Dave, Dave with his soft smiles and warm laugh, his cocky attitude and the way he loosened up around John and had been perfectly happy to listen to all his dorky interests, Dave who had quieted John's fear of not being cool enough, good enough. Dave…..Dave, Dave, Dave….

Bro yanked john's head back by his hair, pressing the boy tight to his body and thrusting himself hard into the other body, throwing the other back into the present, making sure to hit all the right spots as he wrapped his arms around the slighter torso and used his body openly.

John cried out, moaning despite himself and cumming hard with a loud cry of no, repeated even as his body spammed with the force of his ejaculation.

Bro stilled himself sighing with a rumble of laughter that was low and dark like thunder. "should have known you wouldn't have much stamina, I bet this was your first time. that's okay… its okay." he pulled out slowly, pulling John into the living room and allowing the other to sorta stumble along before tossing him onto the futon when he got close enough, watching the dark haired boy fall boneless to the mattress and avert his gaze from Bro's form coming to cover him form, he turned his head away from the warm kisses and touches to his jaw and neck, he didn't flinch when Bro spread his knees and hoisted his hips up to push himself back inside, he took it, laying there gritting his teeth against the swelling warmth of pained pleasure, his moans coming out quiet and breathless, detachedly.

Bro leered over him annoyed by the quiet, stoniness of the boy below him, so he leaned in close wrapping his arms around the others back and kissing his neck with a wicked grin. "your no fun like this son, come on make Daddy proud, let me hear you."

John felt the horror of the words sink into him as he finally turned his attention to bro, a new form of sick filling him as Bro continued.

"there's my baby boy. Open up wide and make those sweet noises Daddy love so much, your such a beautiful boy john."

"your disgusting, you fucking pig." John growled his anger out weighing his fear. "Shut up."

"oh my what fowl langue John, didn't I teach you proper? Didn't I teach you to speak to your daddy like a gentle man?"

"You not my Father!" John yelled, trying to get away, shoving at Bro and grinding a heel into the others side, he managed to flip over and he blindly tried to scramble off the bed but Bro was on him in seconds forcing john down, sitting on his back to bind his wrists together looping the cuffs to the futon frame and locking the cuffs just on this side of to tight. He relished in the whimper he got in response, the trembling sob and broken cough. He lowered himself down John's body to push himself back inside the other boy and enjoyed the renewed noises of fear and pain at how deep the new position made him go, Bro gripped John's hips starring down at where their bodies met and digging his nails into the pale globes, and as raised red lines appeared Bro grinned with a heated idea, he stilled himself glancing around the room and eyeing the few objects that fit in to the "that might work" category but most of it was to simple or fragile, finely something caught his eye and Bro reached out to grab the metal clothes hanger, he admired the sturdy thin wire, running a hand over the soft mound of flesh.

Bro pressed inside the other slowly curious as he shift to stretch the other out against his bindings and hold him tight to him by one firmly held hip, his other hang raised the hanger by one corner and came down hard with it across the boys ass,

Of all the things Bro had done to him this might be the most painful, it was hot liquid electricity that sent every nerve to the edge of white heat and ripped an unearthly scream from his throat, most of it was adsorbed by the thick mattress below him, his entire frame fought for freedom as the second blow came down, and by the third Bro was in shock the other hadn't pissed himself with as much pure animalistic fright that was obviously coursing through him, he wasn't surprised however when he vomited up the water from earlier, he had almost expected it the way John had almost lost it while blowing him, he didn't mind much the mattress was expendable, a lot of things seemed to be with the way John's muscles clenched around him in shock, Bro pumped himself in and out of the other keeping his strikes to the rounded skin harsh and fast, spreading them over every inch he could with out hurting himself, and by the time he was close to orgasm his body was trembling almost as much as John's, fighting to keep hold of himself and just end it yet,

John was hoarsely making strange noises, his tender rump almost purple some spots were bloody where the hanger had broken the skin a bit, his nail marks were lost among the deep swollen areas, the sight alone almost was enough to make him blow, but he took a breath and relaxed, smoothing his hands over the bruised area and gripping it cruelly, closing his eyes to try and better hear the cry of discomfort from the bound boy.

Bro moaned and began to in all earnest fuck John Egbert senseless, He started off almost emptily robotic, but soon sped up so close to loosing his cool.

Everything burned and ached and the sobs of pain and emotional turmoil spilled from John's lips as Bro slammed into him harder, and harder, deeper, making him his insides feeling as if they were going to fall out, his rear end felt to damaged to even try and compare to anything.

Bro moaned deep and throaty his nails biting into the supply flesh of John's hips, his head pressed to the others shoulder, watching himself fuck the boys ass and enjoying the way John begged for him to stop through frame wrecking cries, and cracked screams.

"I'm gonna cum John. I'm going to cum up inside you, it's going to fill you up and spill down your legs, I'll be so deep inside you, I'll own you forever." Dirk groaned. "an anyone after me will know it, they'll know because you'll remember this, I've had you so well, your such a good fuck." and then he went almost still, his erection buried to the hilt, his thumbs spreading John's cheeks wider to get closer, deeper, as he came, his hips jerking with oddly while he moaned the boys name below him riding out his orgasm.

When he finished he ever so slowly pulled out of the other turned him to lick away the tears, speaking quietly of sweet nothings as he pushed his fingers inside the other and felt his semen spill around them, humming his approval softly he spread the ejaculation down John's leg, smirking softly, staring the other down, to his delight John shivered glancing up at him only once and very timidly.

" such a pretty pair of lips John." Bro smoothed the others hair back, the dampness from his sweat and tears making it stick to his fore head and cheeks, Bro sighed heavily as he freed the other from the bed "go take a shower, get cleaned up, there's band-aids in the top drawer make sure to get those cuts clean. Don't you dare wake Dave up when you get in bed with him." Bro moved away sauntering over to the kitchen to clean up the mess.

John shot up and into the bathroom, he slammed the door shut and was in the tub in record time, scalding himself and scrubbing the exposed skin as if it were contaminated with a deadly disease. He used his nails scrubbing harder and harder till blood was slipping down his fingers and something inside John utterly snapped…

AN: I have ideas if anyone wants me to continue I will ;