Lucifer grinned at Dean's reactions, as he danced around his his brothers skin. He took his hand down to meet Dean's cock and slid his hand smoothly along and back up it. He took the enjoyment of watching Dean's facial expressions change rapidly between so many things. Reading his mind a little, "oh Dean~ naughty! You're liking this, somewhere deep inside you, you are /loving/ it" he chuckled. "Well Dean, let's make it interesting" he slipped slowly so his mouth was level with Dean's dick. Letting just the tip of his tongue slide teasingly into the slit of the head. "Hmmm"

"Stop, dammit, stop," Dean hissed, "I don't know what the hell you've done to me, b-" he stopped short with a sharp breath in and cringed away from the heavy touch on his mind as his cock stiffened in the man's hand. This wasn't Sammy, it wasn't! He didn't want /this/, he wanted his brother safe and home! So fuck it, maybe if Sam had come onto him like this before, he might have been open to it, because he'd do anything for Sam, but never this! It didn't help that it wasn't even that ugly forked tongue Sam had mentioned Satan having before that stroked his dick, but one hundred percent hot and human. Dean made a tight, panicked sound, because it felt pretty fucking fantastic and he knew that Sam knew.

"Deeeaaannn" he dragged the man's name out as he retracted his tongue. He stuck out his tongue again and slicked the underside of the helpless, older brother cock. "You taste good~" Lucifer took a small blade that he already had in his hand and made a small incision on the side of his penis. He watched it ooze slowly and just as it almost dripped, he licked the new opening.

Dean tried to ignore it all, block out the words and the feelings and his physical reactions to Lucifer's molesting him, but that flew out the window when there was a sudden, sharp sting on the side of his cock. His breath hitched in a gasp of pain and anger. "/FUCK/, AH!" Dean watched his brother's messy hair hide the devil's eyes from view and then that hot tongue was on him again. God, Lucifer was really getting off on this!

"Hahahaha, " Lucifer laughed at Dean's reactions. This was too much fun. " i wonder, Dean, if your body is reacting to me... Or your brother?" He asked, slightly rhetorically. He got up and walked back to his little table of goodies. He took the long and thin tool and gave Dean a glance. He slipped the tool into his pocket on his shirt, and walked back to Dean. While Dean attempted to deter him with his words, he

Lucifer grinned at Dean's reactions, as he danced around his his brothers skin. He took his hand down to meet Dean's cock and slid his hand smoothly along and back up it. He took the enjoyment of watching Dean's facial expressions change rapidly between so many things. Reading his mind a little, "oh Dean~ naughty! Youre liking this, somewhere deep inside you, you are /loving/ it" he chuckled. "Well Dean, let's make it interesting" he slipped slowly so his mouth was level with Dean's dick. Letting just the tip of his tongue slide teasingly into the slit of the head. "Hmmm"

"Stop, damnit, stop," Dean hissed, "I don't know what the hell you've done to me, b-" he stopped short with a sharp breath in and cringed away from the heavy touch on his mind as his cock stiffened in the man's hand. This wasn't Sammy, it wasn't! He didn't want /this/, he wanted his brother safe and home! So fuck it, maybe if Sam had come onto him like this before, he might have been open to it, because he'd do anything for Sam, but never this! It didn't help that it wasn't even that ugly forked tongue Sam had mentioned Satan having before that stroked his dick, but one hundred percent hot and human. Dean made a tight, panicked sound, because it felt pretty fucking fantastic and he knew that Sam knew.

"Deeeaaannn" he dragged the man's name out as he retracted his tongue. He stuck out his tongue again and slicked the underside of the helpless, older brother cock. "You taste good~" Lucifer took a small blade that he already had in his hand and made a small incision on the side of his penis. He watched it ooze slowly and just as it almost dripped, he licked the new opening.

Dean tried to ignore it all, block out the words and the feelings and his physical reactions to Lucifer's molesting him, but that flew out the window when there was a sudden, sharp sting on the side of his cock. His breath hitched in a gasp of pain and anger. "/FUCK/, AH!" Dean watched his brother's messy hair hide the devi's eyes from view and then that hot tongue was on him again. God, Lucifer was really getting off on this!

"Hahahaha, " Lucifer laughed at Dean's reactions. This was too much fun. " i wonder, Dean, if your body is reacting to me... Or your brother?" He asked, slightly rhetorically. He got up and walked back to his little table of goodies. He took the long and thin tool and gave Dean a glance. He slipped the tool into his pocket on his shirt, and walked back to Dean. While Dean attempted to deter him with his words, he kneeled again and took the whole of the partially bloody, throbbing cock into his mouth, and deep throated his as he sucked, without bobbing.

Frustrated by his inability to stayed turned off, Dean pulled against his chains. Unfortunately, the slight bite of the shackles in his skin reminded him of how powerless he was, and his treacherous cock twitched. This time he was anticipating Lucifer's move to kneel in front of him, but what advantage did that give him? What could he do but try to slap him in the face with his erection and possibly squirt cum on his vessel's (SAM'S!) face? Dean felt the way Lucifer pressed Sam's nose into his pelvis, and cringed when he didn't let up. Sam still needed air, even if Lucifer didn't, after all. "Should I even ask why you're doing this? I mean - I'm good looking, but I'm no Michael! Your big brother's running around with those angel buddies of his! Am I /really/ the best surrogate you could find for your /sick/ games? Because really, prison rape is not my thing. I'm more into - b-bonesaws and knives, you know?" Oh, he was going to suffer for that...

Lucifer removed himself with a 'pop' and he stood to face Dean. "Because seeing you and your brother suffer entertains pretty much everybody. And besides, humans react differently~ to physical touch. And for you, having experience and promise in the torture industry, and with me wearing your brother.. Well~..." He tilted his head, " i couldnt resist" he took the metal object and waved it in Dean's face. "See this?... This can cause either intense pain... Or intense pleasure... Do you want find out how you do?" He licked his lips.

Dean half-wished he had stayed on his knees because now Lucifer towered over him, boring Sam's eyes into him. He licked his lips and answered with an excessively sarcastic tone, "You're not gonna let me down are you? Well, /sure/ then, Lucifer! Show me!" He sounded utterly patronizing, but it was damn near genuine. Maybe when he forced Lucifer into a different body, he'd show him how to /really/ cause pain by ripping him apart, slowly and violently. 'I'm so sorry, Sam,' he kept thinking to himself, because that damn spell was getting to him and he found himself wanting the nearest immediate warm body to press up against him, smother and pleasure him, and that happened to be the vessel with a familiar face.