Resin
Annaleise Marie
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Part Two
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Dean didn't have time to process the man's words before he was being hauled up and pulled off of the pool table. He was set on his feet and he bit back a moan as the remaining cue ball shifted inside of him, causing his hard cock to leak a bit of precum despite his own disgust and horror.
Rough hands fell in on his shoulders and pushed him forward, sending him stumbling into the man who had shoved the cue balls into him as his feet tangled in the jeans pulled around his ankle. He crashed into the man's chest, a low groan fighting to escape his chest, caught and silenced by the ball in his mouth as the one in his ass jolted with the movement. He tried to stumble back, to get away, but the man caught him, one arm tightly holding Dean against him as his other hand came down to dip into his gaping hole. Dean whimpered as he jostled the ball, breathing hard through his nose as the ball in his mouth made him feel like he was choking.
"Hmm… It's up in there good, isn't it?" The man seemed amused by this. "Maybe we can shake it loose. What do you think, boys?"
Dean's eyes widened as the other men laughed, words of agreement reaching his ears. He shook his head, tried to protest around the crude gag. The man paid his objections no mind, of course, and he pushed Dean back, sending him crashing into another man as the circle tightened.
He was pushed and shoved roughly from one to the other, hands smacking his ass roughly, grasping, fingers dipping into him before one passed him forcefully on to the other. Tears of shame burned his eyes and he focused on staying upright, not tripping over his pants. He wanted to swing, wanted to fight his way out now that he wasn't pinned down. But he was too disoriented by the constant movement, too distracted by the deep throb of pleasure that was burning at the edge of the pain from the constant stimulation of his prostate. And yeah, he was a little afraid of what they would do to him if he tried to escape again, and failed.
"Doesn't look like it's coming out," one of the guys said with a laugh as he twisted his fingers inside of Dean, poking and pressing at the ball before withdrawing his fingers from his gaping, abused hole and pushing him away.
"Might have to help a bit more," the leader agreed as he caught the hunter, spinning him roughly and slamming him forward so that his upper body was on the pool table again. Dean whimpered; it was getting harder and harder to breath around the cue ball. His jaw was screaming in pain, and the tears had sent snot rushing forth, his heavy, desperate breathing sending trails of it over his face and around his mouth. He felt completely wrecked, completely broken down and humiliated. How was it not over yet? What more could they do?
The man thrust three fingers into him, his movements rough as they splayed, slipping beside the cue ball. He tried to pull it down; couldn't get a good grip. Dean heard him chuckle. "Looks like three won't be enough… Might have to shove my whole hand in there."
Dean shook his head violently, trying to speak around the ball, to beg him not to. But it was useless. He felt that tearing pain again, felt the man close his fist around the ball inside of him, knew that the obstruction holding his gaping hole wide open was the man's wrist, the widest part of his hand and all of his fingers deep inside of Dean.
He tried to scream as the man flexed his wrist, his knuckles rubbing and pressing against his prostate. His thighs shook with tension as pleasure burst forward despite his attempts to ignore it.
"Gonna cum, you slut?" The man hissed. "Don't matter what we do to you, does it? You fucking love it; gonna cum from my fist in your ass?"
Dean shook his head, trying to fight off his body's reaction, trying to stave off the pleasure and focus on the pain as the man tugged at the ball, knuckles still pressing against that bundle of nerves.
It was when the man finally removed his hand, taking the ball with it and stretching the gaping, torn rim even further than before, that Dean lost it. Relief washed over him when he was finally empty, robbing his attention from staving off the orgasm, and before he knew it he was cumming hard, tears of shame flowing forth as he quaked with the power of it, his dick twitching and spraying the green felt of the pool table with his seed.
The men laughed and the leader dropped the solid yellow one ball onto the table beside him. It flashed through Dean's vision, covered in blood and other unthinkable things.
"That was worth the two hundred bucks, kid."
And then they were finally leaving, the door to the back room slamming shut again as Dean struggled to work the ball out of his mouth, his jaw screaming in pain as he had to open it even wider to get it past his teeth.
He fell to the ground once it was free, his body curling in on the floor, out of sight of the door. He wasn't sure how long he laid there, his body quaking with sobs of shame and humiliation and pain. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to get up again.
The next night he and Sam pulled into a new motel, Dean keeping his face determinedly blank as the pain in his ass tore at his mind after a whole day of sitting in the Impala.
Inside, he tossed down a few bills for their room. What he had given the desk clerk and what was left in his hand amounted to exactly two hundred dollars.
He could still taste resin and blood and himself.
It wasn't worth it.
The End.
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