He gasped as he was flung into the wall. Letting his eyes roll back as a hot mouth feasted on his neck. It wasn't his usual fare. Usually preferring to lose himself in softer flesh and gentler touches but none of that had seemed right since he had come back from Hell. Instead he moaned as a very male form pressed into his front and rough hands pulled at his shirt and jeans. Sharp teeth left stinging marks along his throat and that small pain seemed to make his whole frame shudder as it found the pleasure in his belly and caused it to spike up.
He let himself get pulled out of his clothing and dragged to an empty bed of yet another nameless motel. Thankfully a different one from where his brother was staying. Not that he was there. He had snuck out earlier. Probably to drown himself in the demon bitch that still had a hold on his brother that he couldn't break. Couldn't even bring himself to attempt to as he still felt scattered. So here he was. Drowning himself on the harsh pull of flesh as the stranger pinned him to the bed. Biting and licking across his chest in a way that made him burn.
And if he closed his eyes he could almost feel the heat of Hell's flames licking at his back. The burning pain and agony that made your mind blank out. Could feel it burn away his sins until all that were left where ashes. Suddenly needing more he grasped the nameless form above him and pulled him into a searing kiss. Burying his nails into the stranger s shoulders as he felt equally bruising hands clasp his hips.
He could feel the stranger grasp his hand and pin them to the bed above him. Taking control and making sure Dean wouldn t be able to do anything but give in and let the stranger take what he wanted from him. Trapping him quickly as the nameless man used his own shirt to tie his hands. He closed his eyes, his breath shuttering as he could see Alistair's mocking face in front of him. His eyes hastily flew open again. Finding the stranger that was rapidly moving spit slicked fingers towards his entrance. The burning intrusion wrought another helpless moan from his lips.
Here in this bed, with the heat of his body and the twisting burn in his insides and images of Alistair on his mind it was almost like he was back where he belonged. Breaking his body open with knives, whips or one of the other million tools he had at his disposal. A whimper escaped his lips as he felt himself be breached. His body not prepared enough to take the entrusion and he couldn't help but press back against him. The slight tearing sensation making his lust spike.
A rough hand grabbed his arousal as the stranger pounded into him. The nameless man's nails digging into his hips and making blood well up in their wake. Dean tied as he was could do nothing but take it, like he could do nothing but take every day of torture. No matter how cocky he had been when he refused to step off the rack once the answer was given his control stopped. And every day the choice had been a bit more unbearable.
In the end it hadn't been the torture that broke him. He could have taken the pain. It wasn't the pain he had caused others. He could have lost himself inside that as well as being tortured. In the end it was all the same. It had been that choice. The choice to be broken again or to step of the rack and let Alistair twist him. Every day, he had to remake that choise. In the end he had stepped of just so he wouldn't have to answer that question anymore and could lose himself in the pain.
A stinging pain in his neck pulled his mind away from Alistair's tortures and back to the nameless man abusing his body. He could feel the desperation in the body above him as he strained for release. His own arousal was begging for an end to the pleasure and pain wracking his nerves. For the release that would empty his mind for just a little while and made him forget everything. Again a rough hand made his way to his cock and he couldn't help but scream as the hand squeezed painfully and twisted. The agony and pleasure burning his mind white hot as he released.
When the white settled the man was getting dressed and he could move again. His sore limbs heavy against the bed sheets. He didn't show him out or speak as the stranger left. Instead he burrowed himself underneath the blankets and let sleep take him. He would deal with the world tomorrow.