Dean didn't want to get stuck babysitting, but Sam had insisted on having a proper grocery store run and having a few days of decent meals to get Kevin back on his feet. And there was a farmer's market in Wichita, so he was likely to be gone all day. He'd even taken the cooler with him.
It occurred to Dean immediately after Sam had closed the door to leave, that he hadn't seen Kevin at all yet today, or at dinner last night.
He started down the hallway to Kevin's room, wary of what he might find, and knocked on his door. "Kevin?... You okay?... Did you even eat last night?"
After no answer for a few moments, the door slid open a crack. Kevin was leaning to look out of it. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles, Dean had seen corpses that looked better rested.
"Can I ask you something? It's kind of personal." Kevin said, sounding too tired to sound desperate, if that was even a thing.
Dean shrugged, figuring that at this point, the kid could be shitting glitter and it wouldn't surprise him. "Go ahead."
"It's been at least nine hours."
"Nine hours of what?" Dean asked blankly.
"Those commercials say to go to a doctor if it lasts for four hours." Kevin said, leaning his head against the door frame and looking at the floor.
"Oh." Dean looked down the hallway as if looking for a rescue before resolving that he was on his own. "Porn, maybe?"
Kevin rolled his eyes. "I have looked at half the internet by now. The bad stuff, the really bad stuff, the basic anatomy stuff, and stuff I never want to see again. It won't... go away."
"Okay... okay... uh..." Dean was at a loss.
"The lotion was starting to burn, so I got a bottle of oil from the kitchen. No luck. I stopped trying a few hours ago, thought any more friction and I was going to take off the skin."
Dean looked like he wanted to throw up from hearing that. "Was anything getting you anywhere close to ... uh..."
"A couple of the s&m vids... You won't tell anyone, right?"
"NO! No! God, no, no, that's nobody's business... Look, it's not like Crowley's in there now, maybe if you go into the room with that chair with the straps, maybe get some ideas in your head about a girl.. Maybe a few girls, something might happen, okay? Just, uh... take a towel with you."
Kevin shook his head. "It hurts too much to try, but I can't sleep, either."
Dean took a closer look at his face and noticed he was shaking. "Man, you are really a mess."
Kevin stared at the floor for a moment before closing his eyes. "Maybe, if we're really lucky i'll starve enough blood from my brain and die, then it won't be an issue."
"Stop it." Dean hissed. "This is nothing. If you were taking better care of yourself, this wouldn't happen! Or if it did, you'd at least be in a better position to handle it!"
It had ended in an angry almost-yell. Kevin looked up, startled. Something was different, and it only took Dean a moment to figure out what it was. Kevin's breathing had changed, and while the shaking was still there, it had changed as well.
Dean wasn't sure if he was actually angry anymore, but he'd seen this side of himself take over before, and he'd received no complaints.
He stared into Kevin's eyes as threateningly as he could manage, and placed his hand on the wood of the door, close to Kevin's face. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushed the door open, forcing Kevin to move backwards into the room.
As Dean expected, Kevin was in only a pair of lightweight pajama pants, discolored by lotion, oil, and probably anything else he had been able to find, an obvious erection unashamedly straining against the fabric.
Kevin's face had gained some color, he seemed more alert, and Dean was sure this was a good sign he was on the right track. "Show me."
"What?"
"You just told me a minute ago you were worried you'd take the skin off... you said the lotion was burning... you said it hurt... Show me."
"Dean, I'm not going to show you my-"
"You want to do what you're told, or am I going to have to punish you?"
Kevin's voice broke, "Oh, god..."
"Show me."
Kevin didn't argue this time. He took hold of his waistband and eased it over his hard member, slowly.
Dean stepped closer, noting Kevin's quickening breath and a hint of a moan. He gripped Kevin's upper arm tighter than he needed to, slowly leaning forward to get a look as he finally broke eye contact. "You really tore yourself up."
He kept his grip on Kevin's arm and started to leave the room. "Dean! What are you doing?"
"It's fine, Sam's not here."
Dean dragged Kevin through the mercifully empty halls and into the dungeon.
"I knew, you know. It was written all over your face." He pushed Kevin's back against a wall and leaned in next to his ear. "You tried to look scared but you were so hopeful that you had to ask twice."
Dean immediately shoved away from the wall, leaving Kevin a shaking mess where he stood, moving to a shelf. "Take them off, you won't need them."
Dean searched the shelves for a moment, finding what he wanted and turning back to see Kevin staring at him like a deer in the headlights.
"Don't make me come over there and do it for you." He growled.
Kevin hurriedly dropped his pajama pants and stepped out of them, staying close to the wall, unsure what to do next.
Dean studied him for a moment. Kevin looked half emaciated, and like he hadn't slept in a week. He wondered for a moment if he had taken things too far, but when he looked down, and saw Kevin's hard cock twitch, and considered how long it had been, he couldn't help but want to put the poor guy out of his misery.
He walked slowly over to Kevin, something made of metal and leather in his hand. He could tell by the warding symbols it wasn't made for humans, but for now it would help.
He caught Kevin by the throat as carefully as he could, and pulled him in close. "I guess you finally get what you wanted."
"What do you mean?"
"Yes. This is a sex torture dungeon."
Kevin shivered hard, his hands slipping over his own skin, seeking his own member.
Dean grabbed his hands, raising them well above his head, slamming his back into the wall again. "You don't get to do that. Right now, that's mine."
Dean slipped the collar around Kevin's throat and fastened it.
He took Kevin by the upper arms and moved him towards the chair in the middle of the floor. He roughly steered the younger man to stand behind it, leaning his muscular chest firm against Kevin's slender back, pressing his jeans into Kevin's bare ass. He forced Kevin to lean forward, and guided his hands to arms of the chair. Dean pressed his leg between Kevin's and nudged his feet wider apart, just enough to make him slightly uncomfortable.
Dean rasped in his ear, "I'm going to leave the room now. I'm going to be direct about this. I'm going to get a bottle of lubricant. When I come back, I'm going to put my fingers inside you. I'm going to make you scream for more, and I'm going to get you off... If you're not here when I come back, this never happened." Dean grabbed a handful of his black hair, jerking his head to the side, his breath got against Kevin's neck. "And if you touch yourself at all while I'm gone, I'm going to punish you severely."
Kevin shook harder, and gasped.
Tempted though he was, Dean didn't look back as he left the room.
It only took him a moment to get the bottle of lube, but he returned to the room as quietly as possible. He stood outside the open door for a few moments listening to the sounds coming from within the room.
"Oh, god... please... oh, so good... hmnnnDean... oh, I need this..."
Dean walked in, trying to make his footsteps sound as ominous as possible. "Dean! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done... oh, god..."
"You have no idea the trouble you're in." Dean said, making Kevin jump. He took hold of Kevin's hair again, walking him back around to the open floor in front of the chair. "On your knees."
Kevin complied immediately. Dean checked out of the corner of his eye. Kevin's swollen member was redder than before. Dean took off the outer shirt he wore, and set it and the lube down on the seat of the chair.
"Couldn't behave yourself for a few seconds... You were a horny slut for me right from the start, weren't you?" Kevin nodded, keeping silent. "You were underage then, that's why nothing happened. But that's not going to save you this time."
Dean was lying, of course. He had had no interest in Kevin whatsoever at that point in time. Mostly he was saying anything he could think of that Kevin might want to hear.
He stripped off his tshirt as well, bare from the waist up. "How long has it been? How long have you wanted my dick in your mouth?"
"Oh, god, Dean, so long." Kevin's voice came out as a quiet, shaky whisper.
"I shouldn't even let you look at me right now, you pissed me off." Dean muttered, stepping the few feet to where Kevin knelt, trembling.
"Go ahead." Dean nodded.
Kevin started to reach for Dean, and stopped abruptly, looking upward. "You're giving me permission to do this?"
Dean tried not to roll his eyes. "Yes, I'm giving you permission. But keep your hands off yourself."
Kevin unfastened Dean's belt and jeans, shifting the fabric low around Dean's hips, h7nching up around the top of his thighs. He took a few moments, more than Dean would have preferred, to start.
Kevin didn't know, but Dean had been the recipient of a few first-blow-job attempts before, and he'd given one himself, so he was determined to go easy on him.
Dean felt Kevin's warm breath as he slowly leaned forward, taking Dean into his mouth. Dean shuddered as he felt warm, wet tongue and lips sliding along his skin. Kevin slowly rocked back and forth, his hands on Dean's hips. After a few moments, he pulled Dean's fingers to slip under the bottom edge of the collar. It wasn't doing anything for Dean, in fact he hated this kind of crap, but he was dead set about giving Kevin whatever he needed.
Dean pulled slightly. "Tighten your lips... that's right... that's good... you're doing so good..."
Kevin tried to pick up speed, but it was clear to Dean that he wasn't going to be able to keep up. He was too worn out, and could collapse at any time.
"Get up." Dean tugged the collar again. Kevin got to his feet slowly. "You may have apologized, but I'm not done with you yet."
Dean pulled Kevin by the collar over to the chair in the middle of the floor. He pushed him down as gently as possible to kneel in front the seat, standing over him, guiding his hands to grasp the sides of the back of the chair. Dean quickly removed the rest of his clothes.
"Last chance, if you want to back out." Dean said, lying again. He'd stop the moment anything seemed off, but Kevin seemed to want to hear otherwise. He did want Kevin to consider whether he wanted what was coming next. Kevin shook his head, still breathing hard.
Dean walked over to the shelves, rustling through a few of the boxes. "Let's see what we have to work with..."
It was obvious Kevin's body wasn't up to anything more, but mentally he was enjoying it, and that's what Dean figured he needed. "I could tie you up... but then there wouldn't be much point in holding you down... I could gag you..."
Dean came close again. "But then I wouldn't get to listen to you scream..."
Kevin whimpered.
Dean knelt between Kevin's legs and leaned forward, brushing against him as he retrieved the bottle of lube. He applied more than he thought he'd need, and began to circle Kevin's tight hole with his finger.
Kevin shivered hard, tiny noises coming involuntarily.
Dean pressed slightly in the center, just to test the waters, but Kevin gasped and leaned back into him. Slight breaths came out of Kevin's lips in nearly imperceptible whispers, pleading.
Dean pressed inside, feeling Kevin's slick flesh tight around his finger. Kevin gasped and jerked.
Dean went slowly, knowing full well Kevin was cursing him in his mind for it. He added a finger when the movements became easier, and began to widen them, stretching Kevin open.
Kevin started to lose himself in the movements, trying to get Dean's fingers in and out of him faster.
Dean added a third, making Kevin even more vocal, but as he did, he realized the friction was getting too rough. He reached for the lube again, this time pouring a generous amount into his hand, letting it run into Kevin's body allowing his fingers to slide easily.
"Ohhhh, god! Dean!... Ahhhh, hnmm... please, don't stop..."
Dean felt around inside, telling easily when he hit his mark. Kevin practically screamed, begging for more. Dean slipped his hand away, leaving Kevin making sounds he was sure could soon become crying if he was actually attempting to dominate the younger man. Instead, he lined himself up, made certain he was lubricated enough, and pressed his tip to Kevin's entrance.
Kevin attempted to push back against him, but Dean grabbed his hips. He wouldn't have felt right entering Kevin without giving him some clue as to what was happening.
"Please, Dean... I need this so bad..."
Dean pressed harder, sliding in. Kevin trembled until Dean was buried deep, his every word an incoherent moan.
He leaned forward over Kevin's smaller body, reaching below him to take the front of the collar as he began to move, watching for Kevin's reaction to having that sweet spot stimulated.
It only took a few thrusts before Dean found it again.
"OH! Dean, please, please... oh, god, it's good... I'll be good... uhhhnn.. please... touch me... ohmnnn, I need it... please... master... more... touch me..."
Always eager to please, as much as Dean preferred to give his lovers anything they wanted, that one word brought him back to reality enough to remember why he was on his knees fucking Kevin in the ass in the first place.
"Not going to happen." Dean was nervous. He'd managed to get other guys off from behind with his fingers, and he'd had a couple of rounds himself, but he knew grabbing hold of Kevin was the last thing he needed.
Dean pulled at the collar, dragging Kevin's face into the fabric of his shirts. "You wanted me so bad, you're not going to need anything else."
Dean angled himself just a little better. Kevin gasped and moaned, panting hard.
Dean felt Kevin begin to clench tighter and quickly added a tiny twist to his motions, driving himself closer.
Kevin thrashed and his entire frame shook as he came, roughly, being jolted forward into the chair at every thrust of Dean's hard cock. Dean wasn't far behind, and the sounds of Kevin's pleasured screams heated his blood.
He finished quickly and carefully as Kevin started to come down, making sure he stayed in deep as they came to a stop.
Kevin's limp form was slipping out of the chair, strong hands gently lowered his overheated body to the cold concrete floor. He heard footsteps at some point, felt a wet cloth pass over parts of his body, then he was being carried while wrapped in a soft blanket. At some point a while later, some kind of salve was applied to his dick, tenderly, with no intention of arousing him.
He heard a door close and fell into a deep sleep.
Dean sat in a chair in Sam's room, his boots on the foot of the bed, watching TV, drinking a beer. He was really getting into Hell on Wheels when he heard the door of the bunker, and Sam fussing with plastic bags in the kitchen.
Sam came to the doorway, unimpressed to see Dean lounging. "Want to help me unload the car?"
"Not really." Dean said, taking a swig. He'd much rather come off as a lazy jerk than admit that his knees and back were killing him because he had fucked Kevin's brains out.
Sam scoffed, shook his head, and continued down the hallway. Dean heard Kevin's door close with a now familiar squeek. A moment later, Sam was back in the doorway.
"I, uh... I just went to see if Kevin wanted to get some air, and he's out cold... he left his computer up on a porn site."
"Yeah?" Dean pretended to look surprised. "Well, he's been under a lot of pressure lately."
"And he's wearing a werewolf collar... Nothing else."
Dean shrugged, chuckling internally at Sam's squeamish reaction. "You want to tell him to put it back? Go right ahead. I'm not doing it."