Disclaimer: I do no own Supernatural.
Warnings: Contains fairly ugly reality and scenes. Non-con.
Notes: wrote this a long time ago and finally decided to post here.
Solid red neon, brightened periodically by a flash of blue, from the sign in front of the room's window provided the only source of light. Cheap blinds, thick with years of caked on dust, did very little to block out any of the saturating red. Brilliant white light would only have destroyed the quiet dark and tempting long shadows cast by the glow of the neon on the other side of the window.
Sliding the locks on the door into place, Gerald Scott pulled up the mental map he'd made of the room from previous visits. Directly adjacent to the door sat a double bed, bathroom to the left of that and window directly across from that. Under the window, slightly off center, was a heat register- the room was in need of a remodel. It'd been decades since a customer had been in that room for a good night's rest. The number had long been removed from the door and it had long been removed from their system. This room didn't exist. It was the reason Gerald kept coming back.
Leaning, momentarily, against the closed door, Gerald took in the prone form stretched down the center of the bed. He normally didn't ask for someone- be they willing or not. But this one…this one had just been too tempting. He preferred to lure them to the room with the promise of money or some kind of opportunity, but this one would never have considered his advances or usual lines. No this one was smart and traveling with his family.
He didn't ask how Grant and Mirabelle acquired him and they didn't offer up the information. In truth he didn't want to know- it really didn't matter. All that mattered was he was there, the boy was there and neither was leaving until the sun came up.
Pushing away from the door he stripped the heavy denim jacket he wore from his thick muscled frame. Allowing it to drop to the floor with a soft thump, he moved toward the bed. So beautiful, he thought- icy green eyes locked on the long body lying still and silent beneath a thin sheet. A shiver ran the length of Gerald's body as his large framed body sank to the mattress beside the boy.
Brown locks danced above the boy's closed eyes. Thin toned arms were stretched above his head- cuffed together at the wrist and zip tied to the headboard. The sheet was pulled teasingly up to the top of his nicely toned chest. Gerald smiled at the lean muscle tone being outlined by the thin sheet. He never would have guessed the boy would be in such good shape just a couple days ago when he first spotted him and another man walking through the motel's parking lot and he'd worn layers of clothing.
Watching the boy's face intently, Gerald ghosted his beefy hand over the sheet covered chest. The youth's eye lids creased tightly at the light brush of finger tips over the small patches of bare flesh. He was awake. He'd quit pretending to sleep soon enough.
Pulling his hand away, Gerald moved away from the bed. Hastily he stripped the heavy work boots from his feet before yanking his tee shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor atop the boots. Gerald climbed back onto the bed.
Straddling the young man's hips, he leaned a few inches from the boy's face. "You awake?" he asked- voice sounding harsh in the stale silence of the room. Keeping his eyes on the face so close to his, Gerald dipped his head further to brush dried lips along the smooth skin of his captive's face- beard stubble was just beginning to breach the skin. The boy's eye lids creased for a second and then smoothed out again at Gerald's action, confirming what he already knew: the boy was awake. "Open your eyes."
Slowly the boy opened his eyes. Hazel-brown eyes stared up at him; fear and anger filling them.
"What's your name, boy?" He pulled his face back a few inches.
"Where's my brother?" the boy countered.
Not afraid enough, Gerald thought.
A dull metallic clank filled the room at the sound of the young man's dry voice. Gerald's head snapped in the direction the noise had come. Tucked somewhat neatly into the barely three feet of space between the end of the heat register and the wall under the window was the man he'd seen his prize with.
So he was the boy's brother.
Angry eyes stared back at Gerald as he slowly climbed from the bed. Metal handcuffs secured his arms together at the wrist- a zip tie held the cuffs to the un-used register. Elbows rested atop bare knees and his nostrils flared in anger and fear. A wide strip of silver duct tape covered his mouth preventing the stream of curses and threats that would surely have fallen from his lips. Mostly dried blood trailed from his nose to pool at the top of the tape.
"Dean?" the boy from the bed called out hoarsely. Dean grunted a response and glared at Gerald.
A predatory smile split Gerald's lips as he squatted down before Dean. The waves of anger and fear coming from the younger man, amused him and made him that much harder. "It's all right, Dean," he said, reaching a thick hand out to ruffle through the younger man's spiky dark blond locks. Soft, he thought withdrawing his hand. Pulling away from Dean slightly Gerald noticed that he wasn't as long and lean as the one secured to the bed. He wasn't as young as he normally went for either- probably in his early twenties. But all the pleading and threatening he was doing with his large green eyes was almost enough to make him reconsider his plans for the boy being offered on the bed…almost.
"Don't worry, Dean," he said, reaching to ruffle the other man's hair again, "he and I are going to have a very good time tonight."
The younger man's green eyes narrowed to slits and his nostrils flared again at Gerald's words. Another string of what Gerald was more than sure were threats, were mumbled at him from under the tape. If he were more my type he'd be cute like that…all trussed up, helpless and pissed.
Green eyes narrowed in anger flicked between Gerald and the boy on the bed as more inarticulate mumbles were thrown at him from behind the duct tape.
A smile once again parted Gerald's lips and he bit back a laugh at the younger man's determination to keep him from his purchase.
Dean pulled harshly at the cuffs, almost banging his elbows hard into his bare knees.
Gerald's smile broadened and he allowed a coarse chuckle to escape him at the bound man. The one on the bed's going to have the easier time of it tonight; this one's going to break an arm trying to get free.
"Enjoy the show," he said with a wink, smile still planted firmly in place, before turning back to the bed and the young man occupying it.
"What's your name?" he asked, again, as he once again approached the bed- stripping his jeans from his body as he moved. Hazel-brown eyes stared angry torrents at the older man as he stepped from the last leg of his jeans. Leaving them and his boxers in a pile at almost the center of the room, Gerald once again mounted the bed- pulling the sheet from the young man's body as he went. "Easy was or hard way, boy," he said, lips almost pressing into the now trembling young man's neck; hand wrapping harshly around the boy's testicles.
"Sam," he gasped out attempting to arch away from the harsh grip on his jewels.
"How old are you, Sam?" He loosened his grip on Sam's testicles and pressed his lips in a hard kiss to the nape of the much younger man's neck.
Aware of the thick hand fondling his sex organs, waiting for the opportunity to give him another abusive squeeze, he whispered, "seventeen."
Gerald smiled against the youth's jaw, fingers still wrapped loosely around his captive's balls. "Good boy, Sam."
His breath was hot and moist against Sam's skin, making Sam want to pull away- he had nowhere to go.
"You're beautiful, Sam," he said, moving his hand up to play with the young man's flaccid penis. "You know that, don't you?" His lips were almost pressed, dry and hard, against Sam's.
Fear and anger burned through Sam's body as Gerald mashed their mouths together in a hard one sided kiss. The hand fondling his sex roughened and Gerald let out a grunt of frustration when Sam denied the larger man's tongue entry to his mouth.
"Don't," Sam gasped out when the older man pulled back, "please."
"It's all right, Sam," he whispered, moving to press hard kisses to the boy's cheek, jaw, and temple- lips softening as they picked up the tears rolling down the smooth skin. "I'll make this good for you. So good," he murmured dragging his hand from the still flaccid penis of his young captive to the boy's hip.
"I…I don't," Sam stammered, praying for Dean to get loose, or their dad to burst through the door, or house cleaning to come in; praying that the large man would not want the challenge and stop his assault.
"Sam," Gerald said, quiet and stern, grabbing the teen's jaw in a harsh grip, "it's you," he forced Sam's head to stare in Dean's direction, "or him." He turned Sam back to face him. "I want you to one day enjoy this. Him," he nodded in Dean's direction, "I'll take dry. It's your choice."
A single tear fell from his hazel eyes as he closed them against the stare of his captor. He could hear Dean's desperate yanks at the cuffs and zip tie holding him to the broken down register. "Okay," he breathed, keeping his eyes screwed shut.
His chin was let go. Rough lips once again pressed firm against his. Gerald ran the tip of his tongue across the teen's soft lips demanding entry. Remembering the man's threatening words, Sam reluctantly parted his lips and allowed the man to slip his tongue inside.
A shiver worked through Gerald as his tongue slid easily between the silken lips of the teen beneath him. Tilting the boy's head back a little bit, he deepened the kiss- tongue mapping every inch of the warm, wet cavern as possible.
The soft sobs escaping Sam mingled with rough grunts and metallic clanks from Dean trying to force his way free, and went straight to his cock- swelling it to almost unbearable hardness. Groaning into Sam's mouth, Gerald trapped his harden, aching length against the teen's hip. Moving his hips in slow, hard thrusts against the younger body, he thoroughly ravaged the boy's mouth.
He tasted so sweet, so young…so innocent. The urge, no need, to be buried deep within the heat of the tender, sweet body beneath him suddenly filled Gerald. Hastily he broke the kiss, will tiniest whimper of protest, and shifted over the teen's tense body to get up. Yanking his jeans from the floor, he locked eyes with the other man as slid a package of lube from a pocket.
Horror filled green eyes stared unblinking at him as Gerald tore open the small packet in his hands with a lopsided smile. Holding Dean's gaze, Gerald emptied the lube packet into his hand. He sighed as his hand slowly worked the slicking agent over his achingly hard member.
Stroking himself beyond applying the lube, Gerald turned away from his prize's older brother back to Sam. He gave the head of his erection a heavy squeeze and moaned as he crawled back onto the bed. Grabbing Sam's slender hips, he flipped the teen onto his stomach- knees forced under him, offering his ass up to the older man.
Gerald tenderly ran a beefy, calloused hand along the smooth flesh of Sam's ass. Pulling the boy back to line the tight entrance up with his now weeping cock, Gerald held tightly to the tender flesh of Sam's hips. He leaned over Sam's long, lean back to whisper in his ear, "done this before?"
"No," Sam answered with a tight whisper.
"This is going to hurt." He pealed off the young man. Firmly gripping the slender hips of the teen once again, Gerald thrust his slicked member into the unprepared hole.
Sam screamed as the thick cock of his assailant entered him. His body instinctively attempted to jerk away from the brutal treatment, but the firm grip on his hips and the zip tie securing his cuffed hands to the headboard mad that impossible.
A thick hand smashed over his mouth cutting the scream off as Gerald pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in with a groan. Keeping his beefy hand tight over Sam's mouth, he leaned over the lean body trembling beneath him to kiss the back of the younger man's neck. "God, boy," he panted in Sam's ear, "you're so tight…so hot…you feel so very good around me."
Tears flowed freely from Sam's eyes as Gerald's voice and the sound of skin smacking against skin filled the air surrounding him and the older man. His arms were beyond aching and his hips wanted nothing more than to cramp; and he just wanted it to be over with. He wanted the man to let him go and leave him to his humiliation.
"So much tighter than I imagined," he panted into Sam's ear- speeding up his rhythm. "Can't wait to feel your mouth around me." He pulled back to sit on his knees, grabbing the teen's hips as he moved. Gerald's fingers bit sharply into the already bruised skin of Sam's hips, holding the body he mercilessly pounded into still. The whimpers, moans and breathless pleas for Gerald to stop, fueled him to pound harder and faster into Sam's abused entrance.
Feeling his release nearing, Gerald held harder to the thin hips in his bruising grip. With a loud grunt he slammed his hips home into Sam jerkily; cuming deep within the teen. He collapsed onto the softly whimpering teen, panting.
"Worth every penny," he breathed, rolling off the trembling body beneath him.
TBC