When the bowl of soup was empty, Dean looked around the camp to see most of the men had retreated to the makeshift tents, all except two of them who now where guarding Sam, and the one who had fed Dean the soup. Crap, Dean thought, when he saw the new guards watching Sam. So much for escaping tonight.
Dean was suddenly yanked by his arm and hauled up to his feet by the babysitter's strong grip. He yelped in surprise, but managed to stay on his feet. He felt the man's arm sneak around his shoulders to support him, but he jumped away and glowered at him.
"I can walk by myself, you bastard." Dean growled and started towards the wagon and Sam. It wasn't easy with his ankles tightly bound, he used a combination of small steps and small jumps, and managed to get half the distance before he lost his balance and fell down on the grass. That produced a small chuckle from the man, who had stood with his arms crossed and his usual bemused expression and watched him. Now he walked over towards Dean and yanked him up again.
"I can see that. But I'm afraid you walked the wrong way." The man said with a small smile and pointed a finger in the right direction. Dean's face went deathly pale when he saw where the finger pointed and shook his head.
"No, no, no, not that. I mean, thanks for the food and all, but I don't put out on the first date." The man just continued to smile and threw his arm over Dean's shoulder. He turned his head and shouted something in that foreign language to the two men guarding Sam that sounded like a command, before he steered Dean around and started walking. Dean tried to struggle, but then the man spoke again in a low and dangerous voice.
"You might want to know what I just said to my friends over there. I told them that if I give the command to, they are to kill your friend. A quick slice over the throat, and he's gone. So you might want to be a good boy for me tonight if you want him to stay alive." The man whispered conspiratorially in Dean's ear while they walked across the grass field, and towards one of the small tents. The man pushed aside the leather and gestured for Dean to get inside. With a quick glance back to the wagon where Sam still was tied up, he saw the two guards with their knives ready smiling at him, and he crawled inside.
As soon as they were both inside the man wasted no time. He pushed Dean down into the furs used as bedding with one hand, while the other sneaked behind his back to reveal a large, silver dagger. Dean's breath hitched when the man used the sharp weapon to caress Dean's cheek and dragged it slowly down his cheekbone, and down his neck, scraping it gently enough against the skin that it hurt, but not enough to draw blood. When the dagger reached the hem of Dean's ragged shirt he put it in under the fabric, and Dean was afraid the man was going to kill him after all. Instead the dagger pointed upwards, tore through the fabric, and ripped open to reveal Dean's chest. Dean let out the breath he hadn't even noticed he had held in, when the man continued to cut through the shirt, until he could pluck the pieces of ruined fabric away to look at Dean's naked torso.
The man stopped to admire Dean's body for a few seconds, before he continued down, and used his dagger to cut away the pants, leaving Dean naked on the ground below him. Dean shuddered when he saw the heavy lust revealed in the man's eyes, and how he looked at him with a predatory smile. Like a wolf eyeing a big piece of bloody and fresh meat, ready to devour every last bit.
The man used one hand to untie his pants and pull them down, revealing a fully erected and leaking cock. Way too big for Dean's liking, especially when he knew where it probably would end up during the night. The man pushed Dean up and dragged his head into his lap, so that Dean lay face to face with tonight's enemy, and he felt it trying to push into his closed mouth.
"Come on baby, open up. I know you can, you were so good earlier tonight with the spoon. Open those beautiful lips for me." The man said and pushed one more time. Dean pinched his lips tighter together, but felt a strong hand grip tight in his short hair, and pull his head back until he was forced to look into the stormy blue eyes of the man.
"Remember, one word from me and your friend dies. We don't need him, he's one-eyed, ugly and damaged, won't get us any good money. Are you going to be a good boy for me, or do I have to talk to my friends?" The man said in a low threating voice. Dean closed his eyes and obediently opened his mouth.
The hand in his hair pushed his head down into the waiting lap again, and Dean felt tears prickle behind his eyes of shame when he took the man's erection into his mouth. He heard the man gasp when his lips closed around the flesh, then he felt the hand in his hair tighten his grip again to hold the head in place, while the man's hips started to buck, and thrust into Dean's mouth.
He tried to just lay still and take it, tried to focus on breathing through his nose while his mouth was violated, and let his mind wander, but he was disrupted by the man's grunts and commands.
"Come'on, baby use your tongue… Ah, slower… Yeah, just like that, such a good boy…"
Dean felt the man starting to tense and heard him breathing faster. Relieved that it would soon be over with just his mouth violated and nothing else, Dean continued using his tongue, trying to get it to be over faster. When he thought the man was on the point of climaxing the hand in his hair gripped tight, and he was violently pulled off the man's dick. He gasped and looked up to the man who grinned down at him and licked his lips slowly and predatorily.
"Thought it was almost over, didn't you? Oh, I'm not nearly done with you yet, boy." He said with a low and dark chuckle that made Dean shiver, before he was flipped over on his back.