Lying naked on the ground with his hands and feet tied and the larger man looming over him, Dean couldn't remember to ever feel so small and vulnerable before. But if it was something Dean Winchester was not, it was to be small and vulnerable. He was a tall, strong and skilled fighter and he had defeated men taller and stronger than him before. If only he could get his hands or feet free, he might be able to beat this one too in a fight and get away.

Dean hissed when he felt the cold metal of his captor's dagger once again travel slowly over his body, down from his shoulders, over his torso, and then down his legs where it ended up in the rope around his ankles. As the man started cutting through, Dean felt adrenalin pumping through his body and his heart beating faster. If he could get his feet free, and he managed to get a good kick in, he could knock the man out. Then he could use the dagger to cut free his hands, grab the man's clothes and sneak out into the night. When he reached the forest…

Dean stopped the way his thoughts were going when he remembered the other person trapped here with him. Sammy, the younger brother he had sworn to protect with his life since the day their father died, leaving the brothers alone in this world. Sammy, the tall and lanky kid who just after his eighteenth birthday had gone from being a boy with a shy smile and the cute dimples that several of the girls in their village had loved, to a cold and haunted man who had experienced real and true evil from the humans in this world.

His innocence was lost, but Sam hadn't simply lost it. It had been cut out of him with sharp knives, and disappeared along with his left eye, his blood and his tears while the man holding the blade had just smiled and laughed down at him while he enjoyed his work. Thinking back to that day, Dean knew he couldn't go through with his small escape plan. It was too risky and dangerous, and if it was one thing in this world Dean would never risk, it was Sam. The kid had been through enough during his short life.

The feeling of his free feet being moved brought Dean back to reality, and he looked down to see the still clothed man down on his knees and crawling closer, with Dean's legs over his shoulders. He stopped when their faces were inches apart, with one of his hands on each side of Dean's head. When Dean saw the man's lips coming closer he wanted to push him away, but his hands where still tied and now securely trapped between their bodies. Instead he squeezed his eyes and lips tightly together and turned his face to the left, pressing his left cheek hard down against the furs they were using as a bed. This didn't stop the man though, and Dean felt the man's lips place gentle kisses across his jaw. The lips ended up on Dean's own in a final kiss before the man pulled away.

The next thing Dean felt was a finger trying to push through his closed lips and into his mouth, but he only pinched them harder together. He had had enough disgusting things inside of his mouth for today, and wasn't willingly opening up for more.

"Open your mouth, pretty one. I need my fingers to be good and wet for the next part." The man murmured, before he sighed when Dean opened his eyes only to glare at him. Dean had an idea what the man was referring to as the next part, but fingers had nothing to do with that.

"Have you ever had sex with another man before?" The man asked him then, and sounded almost gentle. Dean slowly shook his head while he continued to glare at him. The man smiled then, before he started to explain.

"Well, sex between two men is a bit different than between a man and a woman. You will need a little preparation, so I am going to use my fingers to widen up your hole a bit so it won't hurt so much when I push my dick inside you. And it is easier to do when my fingers are wet." He said while putting two fingers against Dean's lips again. "Or I can just fuck you dry until you tear up inside, and we can use your blood as lubrication. It's your choice, my pretty little virgin."

Dean reluctantly opened up his mouth and let the fingers in, realizing that no matter what he did, the outcome was inevitable, so why not choose the less painful scenario. The man's fingers tasted like dirt and leather when he sucked on them, he could even taste smoke from the fire earlier that evening and a faint taste of the soup they had for dinner. He decided to cling to that flavor and not think about where else these fingers might have been since the last time they were washed.

"Oh God, you are beautiful using your mouth like that. " The man whispered, and Dean glanced up to see the man stare at him with heavily dilated blue eyes. "I swear I could come from just watching you. But that's not the plan for today. It's enough now baby, let's get you ready for me."

When the first finger breached his hole and started working him open Dean tensed his muscles and pressed his head down to the side again. As the second finger followed he let out a small whimper of pain and felt tears start to trickle behind his eyes. The man started kissing him again, small gentle kisses all over his face meant to calm him down.

"Shhh, relax baby, I know it hurts. Just calm down and relax, and it will be okay. I'll try to be gentle with you, but it always hurts the first time. Just calm down and let me take care of you, okay?" the man said in a soothing voice, and Dean tried to force himself to trust him and force the tension out of his body. Instead of thinking about the pain and the fingers probing inside him he tried to focus on his breathing. Dean drew in long breaths and after a while of heavy breathing his body finally started to listen to him. But then a third finger suddenly joined the others in his too tight hole, and the pain flared up again.

Dean could not understand how this was something men willingly did with each other, this was unnatural and his hole was clearly not designed for this kind of intrusion. And this was only the preparation, so the worst was yet to come. He focused on his breathing again, but could still feel the fingers working inside him. Thankfully what the man did seemed to work, after a while it didn't hurt so much and he was able to relax without thinking too much about it. It still felt weird, but it wasn't painful. And when the man withdrew his fingers he actually felt kinda empty. But he didn't stay empty for long, the man was quick to pull down his pants, and cover his erect dick in his own spit before he pushed it inside Dean's body.

Dean hissed in pain when the new limb entered him, but was once again calmed down by the man's soothing voice and gentle kisses. By the time the man started to thrust his hips he was relaxed again, at least until the man gave an especially hard thrust and a new sensation flared up inside him and made Dean gasp up in surprise.

"What the-" Dean said, but then the man pushed in again, hitting the spot again, and he unwillingly let out a small moan. As he continued thrusting, Dean was loath to see his own dick starting filling as the pain was replaced by unexpected pleasure.

"Found your spot, did I?" The man chuckled knowingly when he saw Dean's change of demeanor. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you. My very own pretty little virgin, I'm going to make it good for you." He said and grabbed Dean's now fully erected dick, giving it a careless hand job.

Dean bit down hard at his bottom lip as he fought the pleasure now unfolding through him, but he was betrayed by his own body and let out several unwanted sounds through his closed lips. He wouldn't admit that the needy whimpers he produced were something his captor caused, but in the end he wasn't sure if the pleading look he sent the man was because he wanted him to stop or to continue. The other man clearly interpreted it as the latter as he sped up both the hard thrusts and the hand job. The pleasure was too much now, and Dean came hard, releasing his seed over his stomach and the man's hand, while simultaneously fighting the sounds trying to escape him by biting so hard at his lip he could taste blood in his mouth. The man followed him soon after, and Dean could feel the man's warm come filling him up inside before he was captured in a bruising kiss.

He was too tired to fight it this time, Dean let the man assault his mouth while the exhaustion from the long day took over, and he could vaguely feel strong arms close tight around him before he drifted off to sleep.