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

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: bloodplay, kink: bondage, kink: dirtytalk, kink: dub-con, 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: Sorry for the delay, my lovely readers, but after the RL ass-kicking I've had, I kinda had other things on my mind...anywho...I have alot of this story written and I have a general idea were I want it to go but I just haven't had the time to type it is all. I'm working on typing up what I've hand-written and I will attempt to update more rapidly from now on.

Chapter Two:

Light Being Shed

'Fucking fantastic…' Dean thought bitterly and with a healthy dose of trepidation. The man hit a button by the door. 'Must be some kind of signal to his minions…' Dean guessed. Sure enough, four men flowed into the room from beyond that door.

"Hold him in place again while I give him this potion, then we'll let it work its magic for a few minutes before we ready him to be placed on the altar." The priest said.

The men surrounded him once again, pinning him in place and forcing his mouth open for the priest. Dean fought as best he could but the man was still able to get the majority of whatever the potion was into his mouth and then proceeded to clamp his jaw and nose shut to force him to swallow the concoction to be able to breath. Finally satisfied it had all been swallowed down, the priest signaled the men to let go. Dean coughed violently, the liquid he'd been forced to choke down had been noxious and it had burned all the way down and continued to burn like hellfire in the pit of his stomach.

" 'the fuck was that?" Dean wheezed, curling in on himself as the effects of the potion began burning throughout his body like wildfire.

"GAAAAAHHHHHH!" Dean screamed as the burning feeling sparked in every nerve ending as it hit them. It felt like lightning and a flamethrower were simultaneously raking over him making his whole body feel like a raw, throbbing mess. Dean couldn't help but groan at the sensations he felt. It felt like every nerve was pulsing and at the same time, it felt like ants were chasing themselves under his skin. Dean felt everything acutely, from the subtle shift of the cloth of his shirt to the tightness and tingling in the roots of his hair.

"Let's get him moved and disrobed. The ceremony is set to begin soon." The priest said as he moved to open the door. The men again surrounded Dean and lifted him bodily off the platform or table he'd been laying on and carried him out of the room and down some sort of hall, and into a larger chamber. Every shift and step made Dean's nerves tingle like mad. They set him on some sort of platform, the altar he guessed, that look like some sort of chair or table had been built onto it. The contraption seemed like some sort of combination of a massage table or chair and a dentist's chair but the planes and angles were different. Once he was manhandled onto the contraption, they began simultaneously strapping him down to it and cutting off his clothes.

"NO!" Dean screamed but they paid him no heed and kept going in their tasks despite his wishes and struggles. Finally, one of the men went to cut the amulet Sam had given him so long ago and Dean snapped, going wild with panic and undisguised pain.

"No! No! Please!" Dean screamed as he tore his yet unsecured forearm free from the men and grabbed at his pendant, snatching it away from the man before it could be tossed away and clenching down tight on it with his fist. The men began to try to pry open his hand and pin it down to bind it but the priest intervened.

"Let it be, my children. He may have it if it gives him comfort. It holds no significance or value beyond what he has given it so, I see no reason to take it away. Just let it be." The priest said.

"Thank you…" Dean breathed out begrudgingly even as the man captured his wrist in a brutal grip and tied it tightly to the boards of the contraption.

Dean took sock of his situation. He was tied down to the contraption or table or whatever that was vaguely the shape of a human body. Dean's legs were tied wide apart, and given his now naked state, it left him feeling very vulnerable indeed. He wasn't laying flat however, instead, his hips and lower back were canted up at an angle and his thighs and calves were wrapped up and over the lower boards so that his most private body parts were wide open, exposed to public view for all to see. Dean felt his stomach plummet as he realized some of what was probably in store for him that evening...

"No…please don't do this…" he pleaded brokenly to the priest.

"I'm sorry, my boy, but the components of the ritual are necessary to assure it is successful. You must endure these trials if you are to be given the reward you are destined to receive. Be strong now, Dean Winchester…You are the hope of us all." The priest said, his tone reverent and awed in its fanaticism.

Dean closed his eyes, tears leaking down his temples as he turned away from the crazy-ass priest. 'Sammy…please…if you're out there, come save me from these freakin' fanatical bastards! Please Sammy…please…God Sam, please let that freaky psychic stuff of yours let you hear me or somethin' and come get me the hell outta here! God, if you're out there, please don't let happen…Please…somebody save me…' Dean prayed inside the confines of his own mind. With every pulse and breath he gave out, he sent out a silent plea. 'Save me…someone save me…' Little did he know at the time, but if his prayers were heard, they would go unanswered…

A/N: Ok, so I know it's a short chapter, but whadaya think so far?

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