Author's Note 1: 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 2: Ok, kids…darkness has descended at last…Oh, but we have so much farther to go… *wicked laugh*

Chapter Five:

Little Bitter Piece of Hell…

Sam was wearing the black robe of the cult members and Dean thought at once 'Good idea…blend in…hope he has one of those for me, wouldn't do to escape looking like I do, might scare people…' Dean finished the thought with a rueful snort because HELLO! He had just been raped by god knew how many people and here he was worrying about scaring other people…man, he was seriously fucked up… Once Sam was at his side, he pulled back the hood and locked eyes with Dean. Something about the way Sam's eyes shifted over his body before they returned to Dean's own and the raw hunger he saw in Sam's eyes made Dean distinctly uneasy.

"Uhh…Sam, little help here?" Dean said in a whispered croak, tugging at his bound, bleeding and torn wrists to give a hint. It was right after that that Dean had the sinking feeling that his life would never be the same because Sam smiled down at him. It was a smile Dean had never seen on his little brother's face before. 'No…no no no…it can't be…' Dean thought, his heart starting to slam against his ribcage violently.

"Christo…" Dean whispered, praying he didn't see a demon was riding around inside of his little brother's body. 'If only I could get a hold of something silver and check to see if he's a 'shifter…' Dean thought. But he couldn't get free and it wasn't like anything silver would just be lying around… Sam didn't flinch at the name of God in latin, so, not possessed then, but still, something had it's claws , metaphorically or literally, in Sam. Something was either controlling him somehow or it was pretending to be his baby brother because this was NOT his Sam, his Sammy…it couldn't be… Sam just smiled that ugly smile even bigger at him.

"I'm not possessed, Dean. Not a shapeshifter or a revenant or anything like that either. I'll even prove it to you." Sam said confidently, still smiling. A moment later, the doors opened and the black-robed figures flowed back in, surrounding the altar at a distance. The high priest and the handmaiden stepped forward again, eyes glowing and faces open and smiling softly as if they were in the presence of a god.

"Welcome, my lord…" the high priest murmured, bowing deeply. All the others bowed as well. When they all stood again, the priest swept them with a look and gestured to them with a wave of his upturned, open palm.

"All hail the Boy King, our Master's son has come home to us at last!" the priest said, causing the others to break out into enthusiastic noise, voices and clapping. The high priest gave them time to express their exuberance then turned his palm out, silencing them before turning back to Sam. He gestured for the handmaiden to step forward and she did so with a tray that bore a silver dagger and a silver chalice.

"He has been prepared to receive you, my lord. We are ready to begin with the next part of the ritual." The high priest said.

"Very good, Veran." Sam said as he took the dagger and the chalice offered to him. The priest and handmaiden stepped back as Sam stepped back closer to Dean.

"See Dean…this is silver. No effect of me. So you see, big brother, it really is just me…and I really do want to do this." Sam said, his voice bearing a slight hint of dark humor even as he cut his arm to show Dean he wasn't a monster.

Dean's panted breaths became even more rapid and shallow, making him light-headed and weaker. 'It's Sam…it's him, but so much worse…This is what dad was trying to warn me about…' Dean thought as he was hit with the sudden realization. 'I failed…Sammy turned and I failed…God, I'm so sorry dad…I failed you and I failed Sammy and I even failed myself…Sam turned evil and I fucked up and didn't stop it…' Dean thought, his eyes beginning to leak again, surprising him distantly because he had thought his tears had dried out. The fat, hot stung his already red, puffy and irritated eyes as they tumbled out and slid down his already heavily tear-tracked cheeks. Near silent but bone-deep sobs began to shake his already trembling body as Dean lay back limply, his eyes slipping closed and his head lolling to the side to face away from what had once been his baby brother.

Sam watched his brother's tormented figure as Dean realized now just what had happened. Sam studied him even as he let his blood be collected in the chalice. Dean looked defeated, full of despair…Dean looked broken. Part of Sam was devastated to see his brother like that, was ashamed and disgusted with himself for allowing it to happen in the first place. Another part of him the part that had always been there but that he had always tried to keep locked down and hidden inside himself, until recently at least, that part of him was roiling with raw lust, loving how debauched and used his brother looked. It was the part of him that loved his big brother desperately in a decidedly unbrotherly way. That part of himself was one of the reasons Sam had ran so far and so fast for college; he was trying to run away from that part of himself. That part of him was volatile, power-hungry, lustful, prideful and full of darker emotions like anger and hate. Sam felt like he was pretty much a living, breathing example of a good portion of the 7 Deadly Sins and so Sam had tried to keep that part of himself in check. Now, Sam had stopped fighting it, he'd let himself be taken over by the love and lust he felt for his brother and soon, all the jagged pieces of that part of himself had surged to the surface as well. When the priest had found him and explained what he was, who he was, Sam had fully intended to try to fight it forever, but then the priest had done an incantation and it had brought out his true nature finally and he'd felt all those suppressed needs and emotions take him over once and for all. He let them take him over, wanted them to because he was so damn tired of constantly fighting himself any more. They were hungry…and Sam was finally going to feed them and let them take their fill.

Sam raised the dagger, trailing it over Dean's cheek, down his throat and chest, dragging the tip around the sensitive flesh of each nipple one by one until finally he drug it down over Dean's bicep to his forearm. One quick slash later and Dean's blood was welling up from the split flesh and trickling down his inner forearm. Sam placed the chalice beneath the wound, catching the drips of the crimson liquid and allowing it to blend with his own lifeblood inside it. Once the flow had slowed significantly , Sam handed the chalice and dagger off to the high priest, who went off to do the rest of the spell work for the ritual. Sam began circling the altar, taking in his big brother's broken and bruised bound form. The terrible lust gnawing away inside him spiked and he couldn't help but touch the beautiful man, trailing his fingers over Dean's body as he slowly finished making the circle, stopping at the steps to the altar platform.

"God…Dean…look at you…so fucking beautiful like this, big brother. I've wanted you for so long, you just don't even know, man, and now I get to have you…forever…" Sam said as he stepped up on the steps and began unlatching the robe. As the last clasp came undone, he let it slip down and fall away, revealing his nakedness beneath. Sam's hand automatically moved to grip his massive cock and he began stroking the turgid flesh, the dribbling pre-come making his hand slip-slide easily over the rock-hard shaft and the feel of it pulled a deep moan out of him. As soon as he was as hard as he could be and he was able to focus again, Sam stepped up the final step to bring himself level with Dean's well-used hole. Seeing the inflamed, engorged entrance before him made Sam start slowly stroking himself again. He reached out with his free hand, letting the rough pad of his fingertip stroke over and circle slowly around the glistening rim of the torn and puffy flesh of Dean's entrance.

"So fucking hot, big brother, all stretched and torn wide like this for me…gonna have to get you stretched wide open like this for me again, baby. Not gonna share you again, though, 'cause you're all mine, but maybe I'll just have to fuck you open with my fist…just work you open until I can shove my arm up inside you and fuck you hard until you scream and beg me to let you come…" Sam murmured dirtily. Sam watched as Dean swallowed hard, at his filthy words, a tiny whimper slipping out despite Dean's best efforts to stop it. Sam's cock gave a throb at the sounds his brother made and he had to clamp down on the base of his shaft to stave off a surge of pleasure that wanted to send him over the edge prematurely.

"Sound so fucking hot when you make those sounds, big brother…" Sam purred. Sam made himself ready to enter Dean's body, waiting impatiently for the handmaiden to remove the hard, impossibly thick plug from Dean's entrance. As soon as the implement was pulled free, the thick, viscous fluids already spilled inside Dean's body began to ooze out, dripping and dribbling down to the altar's surface below him.

"Fuck, Dean! So fucking full and wet for me, baby! Might have to keep you like this from now on; stretched and wet and always ready to take my cock whenever and wherever I wanna have at you..." Sam murmured in awe, transfixed by the sight of Dean's leaking hole. He reached out to touch the flesh again, painting the spend over the area until it was gleaming wet. The sight of the tantalizing ring of flesh and muscle so wet and gaping sent a massive surge of lust through his system and Sam had no choice but to follow its command and take the offering set before him.

Sam pressed his cock to the tender, gaping entrance and, with a sharp, brutally hard thrust, he slammed himself inside, pressing relentlessly until he was balls-deep inside his brother's body. Dean gave a choked inhale, his body arching and locking hard in a rigid arch, straining against his restraints, head thrown back and mouth locked open in a silent scream as his eyes flew open, once again leaking tears heavily. Sam moaned, long and deep, at the feel of Dean's wet, hot tunnel wrapped around his cock. Sam grabbed Dean's head roughly, dragging him up until Sam could capture his brother's mouth with his own, fucking his tongue inside rough and hard. It was a brutal kiss, full of biting teeth and plundering tongue that made Dean choke and whimper and unable to draw sufficient air. Finally, Sam broke the kiss, allowing both of them to suck in much needed oxygen. Sam stared down at his brother for a long moment, reveling in the sight before he pulled his body back until only the tip of his cock was inside Dean before slamming back inside brutally hard, making Dean gasp and jerk beneath him. Sam watched Dean hungrily as he pulled out and thrust back in with rapid, vicious snaps of his pelvis, grinding himself into the abused, tender flesh with abandon.

The sounds of Sam's moans and Dean's whimpers and gasps filled the air along with the wet slip-slap of flesh on flesh and the splatter of the seeping bodily fluids forced out with each thrust. Sam was in heaven with all the pleasure he was taking from his big brother's body. He knew he had to control himself, though, because he needed to make Dean to come as well in order to fulfill the ritual. Dean's seed and blood, mixed with Sam's own, both of which he'd already provided for the high priest, would be the main component of the potion that would allow the magic needed to make Dean fertile and able to bear his children, in defiance of natural law, and of the ritual that bound them together as the Boy King and his Consort.

Sam shifted the angle he was thrusting into Dean's body with, the new angle allowing Sam to tap Dean's prostate with every thrust. The startled gasp and subsequent reluctant moan that slipped out of Dean's mouth made Sam hungry and savage with lust and he bent down low over Dean's body again to capture Dean's shocked-wide open mouth in another brutal kiss. He ravaged Dean's mouth, biting his lips, sucking on his tongue, fucking his own tongue into the bruised and swollen orifice to drink down the moans, gasps, and whimpers that slipped out of Dean. Sam slowly slid his hand down from his vicious grip in Dean's short, sweaty mop of hair to Dean's jaw and throat, angling Dean's mouth to a position more to his liking. After letting it linger there, fingers pressed firmly into Dean's flesh to feel the near frantic thumping of his big brother's pulse, Sam began to slide it down further, gliding it over the sweat-slick planes of Dean's chest and even lower to his incredible, well-defined abs. Dean's body, his abs in particular, were stunning and Sam loved how the skin stretched taut over the muscles beneath, but he knew that that would all change very soon. Soon, Dean's stomach would swell and stretch to accommodate their unborn child and that though and those pictures that swelled up in his mind thrilled him and turned him on just that much more. Deliciously dirty thoughts of licking and nipping and sucking marks onto that stretch of skin and thoughts of fucking into Dean from behind so he could wrap one arm around his brother's chest and the other around his belly to reach the cock jutting out proudly from below that swell of flesh nearly made Sam come prematurely. The single-most thrilling thought, though, was of fucking Dean face to face, making him come hard, the spend splattering up and over the stretched, swollen mound of flesh in pearly ropes, just glistening there and waiting for Sam to lap them up saver them like the most delicious Ambrosia. With thoughts like these and many more burning through his mind, Sam knew he wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

The hand that Sam had left below for balance was still maintaining a death grip on Dean's naked hip, while the other he finally moved down away from where it had been stroking and massaging Dean's stomach to Dean's rigid, angry cock. Sam gripped the hot, silky-fleshed shaft tightly and began stroking it counter to his thrusts. He tore his mouth away from Dean's finally, moving his face back to better view his brother's face beneath him. Dean's face was pale but intermittently splotched deep red, flushed from the physicality of the sexual activities he was participating in. The underlying pallor caused the smattering of freckles that Dean had always loathed and denied having, to stand out starkly. His cheeks and throat were damp from a mixture of sweat and tears and his lips were cherry red and swollen from the biting and the kisses Sam had bestowed upon them. Dean's eyes were clenched tightly shut now even as tears continued to trickle slowly down from beneath the shackling cages of his absurdly long lashes.

"So fucking beautiful, big brother…" Sam murmured, completely in awe of Dean's beauty. Sam bent low once again, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses and teasing nips along Dean's jaw, working down his throat until he reached the juncture of muscle and skin between Dean's neck and shoulder. Sam laved over the area with his tongue for a long moment before he couldn't help himself and he just had to bite down. He bit hard, hard enough to draw blood and to make Dean give a strangled yelp and for his body to jerk hard against his bounds yet again.

As Sam lapped at the blood trickling from the wound, he felt Dean trembling and Sam knew he must be getting him close to orgasm. Dean gave a whimpered, mewling sob, his body hitching in an arch against the bounds as the extreme sensations made his orgasm build so high that was pressing incessantly and painfully through his body, hindered and thwarted by the tight binding on his cock and balls. Dean's cock was throbbing and colored a angry, deep purple/red. Sam's mouth watered and it gave him a wicked thrill when he gave the over-stimulated flesh a vicious squeeze, making Dean cry out and shudder even harder. Sam smirked slightly and he tortured Dean for a bit by alternating between stroking his rock hard shaft and gripping down on it viciously hard, never stopping the pounding of Dean's prostate with the brutal rhythm of his thrusts. Dean thrashed against his bindings, low screams and choked sobs bubbling out from his throat, unable to be stopped.

Finally, Sam decided to stop torturing his brother and end the ritual, so he carefully undid the bindings around Dean's cock and balls. The moment they fell free, Dean let out a deep scream as blood flooded the tissue and the nerve endings that had been choked off and numbed by the tight binding started firing back to life. Dean sobbed even harder when Sam took hold of his shaft again. Two strokes of the hot, pulsing flesh and Dean was done. His face twisted into a grimace of agony and ecstasy and he threw his head back in a silent scream as he came violently, his spend pumping out over is chest and stomach, as well as Sam's hand. Dean remained in that rigid, impossible position for seemingly an eternity as his body jerked and spasmed wildly, muscles clenching vice-tight around Sam's cock.

"Fuck! Oh Fuck…Dean…oh god, so good…yes, big brother, yes…" Sam babbled, barely coherent as he forced his cock deep into the spasming tunnel one last time and once buried balls deep, he came harder then he ever had before. He let Dean's still spasming and clenching body pull him through his orgasm and the aftershocks as it milked his seed from him until he felt his cock give one last feeble spurt and he was done, his cock slowly beginning to soften inside his big brother's body. Sam was exhausted and he wanted nothing more then to collapse over Dean's body and rest for about a millennium, but the priest stopped him before he could do so.

"Wait a moment, my Lord." he said, reaching in between Sam and Dean's bodies to gather Dean's spend from his body. Once done, he said "There my Lord, you may rest for the time being while we complete the next part of the ritual."

Sam nodded his acknowledgement before collapsing down over his brother's body. Sam stroked over Dean's heated skin, attempting to soothe and calm the muscle spasms chasing themselves over Dean's body. Dean's breath was still ragged, his eyes closed and Sam was pretty sure that potion or no potion, Dean had passed out beneath him. Sam sighed deeply as he felt the terrible hunger inside himself settle finally now that it had been allowed to partake of what it had craved for so long. Sated and deeply happy for the moment, Sam stayed still until he finally felt Dean's frantic heartbeat and ragged breathing calm down significantly before he stood slowly and gently pulled himself out of his brother's body. Dean's brow furled in pain but Dean stayed unconscious. The Handmaiden stepped forward as he stepped away and immediately pressed the massive plug back inside Dean's entrance. Once done, she stepped back and allowed Sam a private moment with his brother. Distantly, Sam heard the priest and his followers working to finish the rituals incantation as he stood next to his brother, stroking his fevered skin and whispering soothing noises and words of comfort to him. Finally, the High Priest returned to him baring the chalice.

"My Lord, you and he must drink from this to complete the binding of your bodies and souls and to complete your Ascension." The High Priest said quietly. Sam gave a nod of understanding and took the chalice from him, drinking deeply then moving up Dean's body slightly, tapping his cheek to get him to stir and then lifting his head gently once his eyes opened, bleary, bloodshot and out of focus. Dean wasn't truly conscious, Sam knew from experience, but instead he was in highly suggestible in between state making him pliable and trusting and easily manipulated into doing just what Sam needed and wanted him to do.

"It's ok Dean, Your sick and I'm taking care of you, ok? So I need you to drink this for me, it will make you feel better." Sam murmured soothingly.

Confused and out of it from the pain, Dean just accepted what his baby brother said as truth. "'kay, Sammy…" he mumbled, accepting the liquid "medicine" Sam offered. It tasted bad and Dean tried to turn away, but Sam kept pressing him to finish it and he'd never denied his baby brother anything so he finished it as best he could. When it was done, Dean turned his head away, his eyes slipping closed and a grimace marring his beautiful face as he did so.

"I know it doesn't taste very good, but it was necessary to make everything better for you, big brother." Sam said quietly as he let his brother pass back out.

"Rest Dean, I've got you." Sam whispered, palm moving to cup Dean's cheek and thumb stroking over his brother's cheek bone as he bent low and placed gentle kisses first on his forehead then on his lips. When Sam finally pulled away and opened his eyes, the High Priest and the Handmaiden were waiting and watching him patiently. Sam moved over toward them, the Handmaiden lifting his robe and holding it open for him as he slipped into it. He turned, ready to close it, but she stopped him and sunk to her knees before him, with a cloth and a bowl of warm, sweetly herbal smelling water. She worked diligently, cleaning his body as thoroughly as she could before standing and fastening the closures of the robe for him, before bowing low to him and the High Priest, then gathered her items and slipped out of the Hall, leaving Sam and the High Priest alone.

"You have done well, my Lord. He is yours, as he was always meant to be, bound now to you forever. Your Ascension is complete, as is the Consecration of the Vessel. All is as it should be. Your demonic father, your true father, Azazel, would be pleased. This has been foretold for so long, my Lord, and it has all finally come to fruition through his hard work. I only wish he was here to see it." The High Priest said sadly, allowing a moment of silence to pass in remembrance before moving on.

"To assure conception, the Consort must remain on the altar, the life-baring fluids kept inside his body to trigger his the beginning of his fertility. He will be very fertile, my Lord, and only ever for you, for he is bound solely to you and no other will be able to make life grow within him. His is yours, and only yours, body and soul. We will make him as comfortable as possible and then when the correct amount of time has passed, he will brought to your chambers to rest and heal."

"Excellent, thank you Veran. I'll leave him in your capable hands, though if anything happens, I want to know immediately. I'm going to return to my chambers and get properly cleaned up and then I will be back. I don't want him to be alone if he wakes up." Sam said.

"Yes, of course, my Lord. I shall have food and drink waiting for you in your quarters." Veran, the High Priest said. Sam gave a deferential nod and set off for his quarter, for their quarters…

Sam thought about his brother as he showered then changed into more comfortable and warmer clothing. Dean's clothes had been brought in as well and Sam reached out to pull Dean's leather coat to himself, inhaling deeply. It was one of their dad's old coats, he knew that, but Dean had long ago made it his own and it smelled like him now, all leather and musk and spice and gun oil. Overriding all of that, though, was the slight, almost honeyed sweetness that was the very essence of Dean. It was addictive, that smell and Sam had no idea how long he had stood there with his brother's coat pressed to him when he came back to himself. Finally, he let the supple, faded leather slip out of his grasp with a contented, deep sigh and turned to examine the food that had been brought for him. He nibbled away as he let his mind wander, dreaming of the life his brother and he would have now.

They could finally settle down now; have a real life together. He could finally be with Dean , finally have the life and love he had always longed for. Although he deeply regretted what dean had had to endure for the ritual, with the kidnapping and the seemingly endless, unrelenting sex he'd had to have to bring on his fertility, Sam knew that it had been necessary to bring them together and for them to be a family. He didn't like the thought that other's had touched his brother where only he should be allowed to touch, but the ritual was very specific and he had endured it, considering it a means to an end where he would be the only one from now one. Truth be told, as much as he hated the others taking his brother, it had also turned him on as well. He didn't think he could ever let his brother be fucked by anyone else but him, because Dean was his and he didn't want to share.

Dean would give him children, and they would have a family, a real family and they would love them and give themselves whole-heartedly to their sons and daughters in a way that they themselves had never had. With both his human father and his demon father dead and gone, it was just the two of them now. Sam wasn't sure if Dean had felt for him what he'd felt for his big brother, but he knew that his big brother loved him above all others and so he was absolutely sure Dean and he would be content and in love and live happily ever after, as clichéd as that was, because they were soul-mates and they were meant to be together always. Sam was just so in love with Dean and of course he loved him as the big brother and father and teacher Dean had always been to him as well and he just knew that given a little time, Dean would realize he felt the same way about him and then everything would be perfect.

A/N: So…I has updated again! *high fives for me* (P.S. I'm at work again, so I got paid to type this up…) *snickers* I love getting paid for writing…even if it's a bit of a "by proxy" sort of situation… And, it's a nice LONG update even! *more high fives*

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