Seth was fast and determined to escape the unjust punishment. The memories of what Roman and Dean went through were fresh; he refused to undergo anything similar. This became a sprint for him – sprint for his life – but no matter how fast he ran, he heard them behind him, or at least his brain made him believe they were close. Too close.
"You can't escape," Dean shouted.
"You see him?" Roman asked Dean in the mid-run.
Dean pointed at something he believed to be Seth. It wasn't. He was already too far because his dignity depended on it.
On the one hand, he was scared, though what he felt would be better described as hypothetical fear, but on the other hand this was nothing new. He went through this exact situation – being chased by either Dean or Roman – tens of times. Sure, he knew the end of that pursuit beforehand, but it didn't really differ that much from what was happening now. The actual situation, being followed, did not scare him; it was the anticipation of what would happen next that caused him hearing steps that were in reality too far for his ear to catch.
"Damn! He's fast," Roman admitted. He saw that their opportunity was closing.
Although . . . Seth didn't really have anywhere to go, and no place to hide either. This was secluded place, the car would take forever to start considering the flat tire, and he couldn't call anyone to pick him up. This was the same situation Dean faced few hours ago. Sure, his solution was arming himself, but the conditions have changed since then. Except . . . Seth realized he was in possession of that gun . . . he had the bullets . . . he had the knives. . . . The other two had no weapons on themselves, all were in Seth's custody. That gave him a little push to keep running. But it also distracted him from paying attention to the surroundings.
He tripped over something. He managed to not fall down but he had to support himself and with his hands he touched the ground. Curious, he looked back to see what he tripped over. It was a body of a dead animal. And he spent too much time looking at it.
Roman and Dean used those long seconds to get to him. Seth was still free but not for long.
When Seth noticed the followers, he returned to his great escape but it was too late. Dean lunged at him and, since it wasn't his first time, he got Seth under his control in no time.
Roman followed and squatted next to the two. Dean made Seth lie down, facing the ground, so that he could sit on his back. He grabbed Seth's hair and pulled them to victoriously lift Seth's head as a trophy. He looked at Roman. Both viciously grinned.
"Now what?" Seth asked. Anger could be heard in his voice. He was angry at his supposedly friends, but also at himself. He lost the fight too easily.
"You're a wanted man Seth, you know that?" Dean decided to play a little game before proceeding to the demands that would soon be imposed on Seth. "I've dreamed of this day," Dean said, reflecting, meaningfully looking ahead. "The day I would get you and make you my servant." He smiled. "My slave," he whispered in Seth's ear.
Seth appeared annoyed and bored. "Can we cut the foreplay?"
"Don't be impatient," Dean continued. "You'll get what you desire." Dean was trying hard to sound serious. He had to stay in character.
Seth, on the other hand, aimed at destroying Dean's great plan. Or at least its opening sequence. "Could you at least get off me? I really don't like feeling your balls on my back. . . ."
Roman laughed. Dean first chose to ignore the comment, but then replied, "If I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut. Because, you know, everything you say can and will be used against you." Notwithstanding his words, Dean got up and encouraged Seth to do the same.
"Hold him," he told Roman.
Then Dean proceeded to grab Seth's T-shirt and take it off him.
"What are you doing?" Seth asked. He was suspicious of Dean's intentions, and he didn't like it one bit.
Dean did not speak, although some explanation would be favorable. Especially when Dean continued, undoing Seth's belt buckle. Now even Roman asked, "What are you doing?" But Dean kept his intentions private.
Seth began to fight. He didn't like what was happening. Unfortunately for him, despite Roman's lack of knowing what was going on, and what it would lead to, he followed Dean's orders and held Seth tightly.
"Let me go!" Seth yelled. "And you stop undressing me," he addressed Dean, who was now unzipping the fly on Seth's pants. The whole pants followed. Seth remained wearing only the underwear. Pink boxer briefs.
Roman, standing behind him, laughed when he saw the text. "Why does your ass say 'Superman?'" he asked teasingly.
Just from pure excitement Roman decided to pinch Seth's ass. To what Seth responded by hitting Roman in the nuts.
"Totally worth it," Roman uttered while trying to control the pain.
For that short moment of Roman's weakness Seth set himself free. As soon as Dean noticed, though, which was immediately, he took care of it himself. "Holding him is your only job, Ro," he complained.
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Now Dean was able to get back to business. He looked at Seth's underwear, which by chance collided with looking at Seth's dick, and thought what to do next.
He admitted, "I feel a bit uncomfortable taking that off . . . so I'll have to ask you to do it yourself." Then he smiled to not look very bossy.
"That," Sethe pointed at his underwear, "is staying on," he confidently declared.
"Well, what the heck." The sentence followed by Dean's grabbing the boxer briefs and speedily pulling it down.
"You gotta be kidding me," Seth exclaimed, getting seriously worried about his future. He'd worry about his dignity too, but that was long gone. Just as the dignity of Dean and Roman. "Would you stop looking at my penis?"
Dean smiled but didn't look away. "Fascinating," he even remarked.
It took a while for Dean to stop looking – to be precise, Seth counted nine Mississippi, which was really worrisome. The next thing that grabbed Dean's attention was the pile of Seth's clothes. He picked one up – the pants – and ripped it. He did the same with the T-shirt. And Seth was hopelessly trying to escape Roman and protect his clothing. The only thing that was left was the underwear that was still on the ground between his legs.
Dean grabbed it and nicely asked Seth to step away.
At this point Seth was pretty angry. Moreover, he sensed it would get worse. But he refused to obey.
There were other ways, though. Roman was there to help. And he did it with pleasure.
As soon as Roman picked Seth up and Seth's feet untouched the ground, Dean got hold of the last piece of clothing that remained. The last hope there was to avoid spending the rest of the day naked was gone.
The underwear, though, was something different. Not that easy to destroy. Because . . . in order to damage it Dean would have to touch parts he didn't really want to. So he found himself in a dilemma.
That was something Roman could, and was happy to, help with too. "Give it to me. Hold Seth," he reminded him. But suddenly Seth didn't feel like running away anymore.
Roman without any problem took care of Seth's underwear. He didn't even struggle with touching those parts that were touching Seth's genitals before.
When the clothes had been taken care of, Dean and Roman could fully focus on Seth again. What was the plan? Was there any? Or would it be an improvisation?
Whatever was to happens, Seth wanted to make one thing clear. "I'm not sucking any dicks."
"We'll take that into account," Dean replied, feeling like a generous God. At the same time, the way he said it made Seth realize that there were worse things that could happen to him. That they could make him do.