Author's Notes: This entry is a response for the prompt made over at the Spn_hardcore meme: kink-mpreg. Also posted on LiveJournal.

Grabbed by worshipers of the Boy King, Dean is set to be the main attraction in a summoning/consort perfecting ritual. Dean is tied to an altar and given something to drink that sets his body on fire, making him hard, but he isn't allowed to cum until the Boy King lets him so his cock is wrapped in a tight cock ring.

As part of the ritual, every believer gets a turn at fucking Dean – filling him with their cum, slicking his passage so they can plug Dean with larger and larger plugs, to keep all the cum in and to stretch his hole to receive the Boy King's large cock.

Bonus points: (1) Dean still believes Sam will "save" him until Sam becomes an active participant in the ritual; (2) Sam fucks Dean talking dirty and telling Dean how lovely Dean will look heavy with Sam's children.

Warnings! This fic will contain:

kink: hurt!dean, kink:bloodplay, kink: bondage, kink: dirtytalk, kink: biting, kink: knifeplay, kink: angst, kink: object pentration, kink: voyeurism, kink: mindfuck, kink: exhibition, kink: fingering, kink: evil!sam, kink: gangbang, kink: mpreg, kink: non-con, kink: sex magic, kink: slave/master, pairing: dean/multiple ofcs, pairing: dean/multiple omcs, pairing: dean/sam, supernatural, top!sam, wincest, bareback, bottom!dean, firsttime.

There may be more warnings added later...but for now, you have been warned!

Author's Note: Ok, kids…darkness has began to descend at last…but we have so much farther to go… *wicked laugh*

Chapter Four:

Withering on the Vine

The man guided his stiff and leaking member to Dean's entrance, hesitating for only a moment before he began pressing inside forcefully. Dean's eyes snapped shut, clenching tight, and his body arched, rigid and locking tight as his muscles fought the unwanted penetration. The man pulled back then slammed back into again, pressing hard until he popped inside the tight ring of muscles then pulled back again and began slamming in even harder as he worked to fully seat himself inside Dean's body. Dean couldn't help but scream as he felt himself tear inside from the man's brutal assault. Thank god they had at least tried to prepare his body for this because he couldn't imagine how much worse it would have been without that little bit of kindness, if you could call it that… As it was, the potion was making him feel every single thing like it was amplified 10-fold and Dean could barely breathe as the pain stabbed through him over and over again. Logically, he knew that if he forced himself to relax his muscles, it wouldn't hurt nearly as bad but somehow, he just couldn't do it. Dean wished he could just pass out already and that he wouldn't have to feel the abuse his body was receiving but, apparently, something in one of the potions they'd made him drink was keeping him hyper-alert and present for the duration of the ritual.

Dean could feel blood and who knew what else trickling steadily out of his torn entrance and down his thighs to the altar below. Dean's screams and sobs reverberated around the room as the man kept pounding away until at last Dean felt him jerk and stiffen as he spilled his seed inside of him. The huffing, spent man pulled out steadily after his aftershocks had subsided and Dean couldn't help but wince and hiss as he did, though Dean refused to watch.

Just as Dean was letting himself rest for a moment from the onslaught to try and recover a little before whatever happened next, he felt something being shoved inside him. Dean's eyes snapped open of their own accord and he watched, momentarily stunned as the handmaiden roughly pressed a hard object into his torn entrance. Dean let out a deep gasp, panting raggedly as he felt it catch in place on the rim of the orifice. He turned frantic eyes to the high priest, once again begging for answers. The priest came to hover beside him once again as he explained.

"Virile though you no doubt are with women, my boy, we must make you fertile and ripe for our Prince, child of the Lord, whom shall claim you and give you that child to bear that will lead the world of the future. You shall be joined for all your days with the master of us all!" The priest uttered, voice taking on the fanatical reverence once again.

Dean goggled at him. Surely the priest didn't mean that they thought they were going to get him knocked up somehow…not only knocked up, but mated/wed/whatever to one of the bastards that was raping him? Dean felt like he was gonna be sick again. Men can't get pregnant…they can't! Could they? Fuck, he hoped not! No fucking way did he want to be the first knocked up dude on the planet! Even as he thought of it, he couldn't help the niggling thought from flitting through his totally fucked up subconscious. 'With Winchester luck being as fucked as it is, it probably would be possible…Fuck!' he thought, mind spinning off on that tangent before he felt another presence loom over him. Dean's attention snapped to the present, his heart sinking as he realized it was another man ready to take his turn at his already battered body. The high priest withdrew his presence and the handmaiden tugged the plug out just before the man slipped inside, pushing all the fluids back inside Dean's body before it could seep out.

Dean let out a wail as the man began slamming into him. The man was definitely slightly bigger then the last man had been and Dean's already torn flesh tore even further to allow the new man entrance. Dean was already raw and throbbing and this was only the beginning. Dean's hands clenched closed over and over again as the man drove himself inside him brutally hard. The feeling of the horns of the amulet stabbing into his palm gave him something to focus on besides the pain ripping through him below.

Several more men took their turns at his body before the first woman took her turn to climb up, straddle him and use his body like her own personal fuck toy. Dean didn't watch, he tried not to listen to the huffs and pants and moans spilling from each man and woman as they used his body. At a certain point, his pain threshold must have been triggered because he started to pull back from himself, only distantly feeling the stabbing organs and clenching muscles scrapping over his raw, abused flesh. He blocked out the slapping noises made by flesh on flesh and the sickening squelches of the vile fluids being fucked back into his body. He made himself ignore the fluids and blood that oozed and splattered out of his body with each thrust and the feeling of those fluids trickling down over his balls and splattering over his thighs and the altar below.

Dean stopped counting how many people were raping him at 13, couldn't take the knowledge that more were waiting at the ready to take the place of the one hurting him right then. Dean let himself drift, his memories of happy times with his baby brother and father and even his mother kept him in a place where the people abusing him couldn't touch him. He knew now that in between each abuser, they were plugging him to trap the disgusting fluids inside, the plug growing larger and larger the wider he was torn open. In his detached state, Dean couldn't even fathom the sheer volume of fluids forcibly trapped inside his body at this point. He didn't register how abused and raw and angry his cock looked from repeated abuse and, god help him, repeated orgasm denial because, yeah, apparently his dick didn't get the fucking memo that he was being forced to do this and that it wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, but somehow it still was deriving pleasure from being used and touched. Stupid fucking body…

Dean finally came back to his body because his body had registered that something had changed in the environment around him. It took him forever to open his tight, puffy, dried out eyes to see what was different. It seemed like they might be done with his body for now because the fanatical bastards were focusing on the priest and whatever incantations or mockery of prayers he was doing right then. Though his focus was hazy still, he kept coming back to focus briefly often enough to register the people bowing now as the high priest and the handmaiden lead them in a procession out of the hall, closing the door behind them.

Dean let himself rest a little, the pain levels still so high that his body still felt slightly detached from it. He knew that once the chemicals wore off, he'd most likely be in excruciating pain and who knew if or when he would have a chance to rest again or for how long. As he drifted in his semi-conscious state, Dean felt a presence approach him. They were stealthy about it, but Dean knew the moves and he could recognize the figure approaching anywhere.

"Sammy…" he breathed out, his damaged, parched throat no longer even capable of more than a whisper at the moment. Relief flooded his heart as Sam finally made it to his side.

A/N: So…I has updated! *high fives* (P.S. I'm at work again, got paid to type this up…) *snickers* I know it's short but it felt like the right place to stop for the chapter. And yes, I know I'm evil for leaving another cliffie…but…you know you love me for it. ;)

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