Spn_Meme: Kink-Mpreg: Consort Of the Boy KIng 3/?
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: 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…it's gonna get dark from here…like, real f$king dark…just wanted to warn ya.
Chapter Three:
Can I Get A Witness!
Dean drifted in and out, catching snippets of reality as he went. He saw a sea of black-robbed people flow in, he saw each of them file before the priest, letting him pierce their arms before they then held their bloody appendage over a silver chalice so that each one could add their life-blood to the growing pool inside. Once done, the priest worked through a long incantation, adding items to the chalice at key times throughout the ritual. Dean drifted again, alternately denying to himself that he was in the fucked up situation he was in and praying to Sammy, God, anyone for salvation. When Dean opened his eyes again, the priest was standing over him with the chalice along with two other men who forced his mouth open and held it open as the priest poured most of the mixture down his throat, pausing often to force him to swallow again and again. Tears leaked out of his fear-filled eyes and his stomach roiled and surged with the disgusting fluid flowing into it. He tried to thrash away, to fight it and keep it from going in his mouth but he was pinned down too well and he couldn't stop them in the end. Some spilled over his lips and down over his cheeks and throat, tickling at his over-wrought senses incessantly. The metallic scent filled the air around him, doing nothing for his already twisted stomach and all Dean could do was try to breathe through it after they let him go again. His cheeks and jaw ached from their steely grip and Dean tried to shift them slightly and often to find a position they weren't so painful in but he wasn't really all that successful. Before Dean knew it, the priest was hovering over him again, this time using the remaining mixture to paint symbols over his body. Once the older man was done, he wiped his hands and stepped back.
"It's time. Let us begin the next phase of the ritual."
A woman clothed in a ruby-colored robe stepped forward.
"Handmaiden, please commence your duties." the priest said.
"Yes, my lord." she murmured.
Turns out that at least part of the Handmaiden's apparent duties truly made her a "handmaiden", because she reached out with her hand without hesitation and grasped Dean's cock, stroking steadily and deftly over the soft, flacid flesh. The potion Dean had been forced to drink made each stroke feel like lightening was flashing through him from her touch and Dean couldn't help but moan at the amazing sensations she was giving him. When his shaft was fully hard and standing at attention, she made quick work of binding his aching cock and balls tightly, which made Dean squirm and whimper with the need for release.
That done, the maiden poured a sweet, herb-laced oil on her palm and began stroking his shaft with it until it was liberally coated. She moved on, moving lower, tracing her fingers gently over his entrance, circling the tender flesh with oil as well. Dean's eyes slid shut and he couldn't help but moan again, sparks burning over him at her teasing touch. She stopped for a moment to tip more oil over her fingers and Dean's eyes shot open as he suddenly felt pressure at his entrance as one of her fingers pressed incessantly at the tight orifice trying to gain entry. Dean fought to keep the invading appendage out but eventually, he felt the ring of muscle give under the onslaught and then a wave of stinging, burning pain washed over him as she pressed relentlessly inside. Dean hissed and tried to squirm away from the pain and discomfort she was causing him. After a minute or two, when she could thrust her finger in and out with less resistance, she pulled free and coated a second finger with the oil then pressed both back to his entrance until it gave way once again and she haltingly slipped inside. She began plunging in and out, opening the fingers inside him like scissors to force the clenching inner walls wider with her intruding digits. Dean bit down on his lip to stop the gasp he wanted to make from slipping out. Dean could take pain, lord knew he could, and had quite often throughout his life but this was different. It was so much more than just physical pain and it was the kind of pain Dean had never been very good at dealing with. In fact, he DIDN'T deal with it, instead he bottled it up, tramping it down inside himself until he could move on and leave it there. His shame and despair were already building to overload levels and once he broke, he wasn't so sure if he was strong enough to put himself back together again.
Finally, the woman pulled her fingers, though he was fuzzy on how many she'd managed to worm into his body in the end, and she stepped back and stood silently, waiting. Dean cracked his eyes open, unsure of when they had shut again, and saw the priest looming nearby. The priest nodded toward the line of men and women that were apparently waiting patiently for the next portion of the ritual to begin. The first man stepped forward, his hand reaching to unclasp the fabric of his robe, letting the dark material fall open to reveal his naked form. The man stepped forward further, holding out his hand to the Handmaiden, who poured the sweet oil onto his palm. The man used the oil to stroke his mostly erect cock to full hardness, coating it liberally then offered his palm to the woman again so that she could wipe the excess from him. Once that was done, she stepped back once again and the man moved the final few steps forward, climbing the steps to the small platform that allowed his hips to be level with Dean's body. Dean started trembling uncontrollably. This was it. This was really going to happen…No one was going to save him. At that moment, the hope that had been burning inside him guttered out and Dean couldn't help but suck in a choked sob. Once that first sob escaped, a wealth of them followed after, tears leaking heavily and his body shaking all the harder at what was to come.
"Please…please don't do this…" Dean begged softly, brokenly. God, he hated sounding so weak but he would do anything to try and stop this from happening.
This right here, or situations like it this that maybe were not this extreme, had been something he'd feared since before he'd hit puberty. He'd always feared what other men would do to him because of his looks and attitude. He knew he was a bit vain about them and that he pushed his attitude to the limit and beyond sometimes, but he didn't shy away from using them to his advantage. He knew also that his looks tended toward "pretty" rather than ruggedly handsome and that that made him look young and maybe a bit slutty. Dad had warned him long ago that his kind of looks, so fair and slightly feminine, drew people in, not just witness and women but men, too and that those men might expect things of him or want to do things to him whether he may want them done or not. He'd pushed Dean to work extra hard at training so that he would be able to protect himself as well as Sammy. Now, all that rigorous training he'd learned couldn't protect him and he was stuck in a nightmare reality he'd worked so hard to avoid his whole life.
"Please…no. Don't…please don't…" he begged again.
"Shhhh…all will be well, my son. Our Lord will provide you with the strength to endure…" the High Priest murmured as he stroked Dean's damp hair back, thumb stroking his forehead gently for a moment before he withdrew his touch. As he withdrew, he nodded to the first worshiper to begin.
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