Luke fixed Rory with a loving glare as he went to get her strawberries. He was going to make the best chocolate chip pancakes ever, anything to help Rory feel better. Deep down he had always kind of played, like, the father figure for her and finding out Dean had dumped her... Man, that kid had a nerve! How did he dare to do it? Certainly, he wasn't gonna do better than her. As he walked to another table with a full pot of coffee in his hand, Luke saw him. Dean, heading towards the diner. Something snapped inside him. Set the carafe somewhere nearby, he ran out to divert him.
"Stop right there. Where are you going?" Luke asked with hostility, stepping in front of Dean and blocking his path. He was beside himself as he glared at the kid's stupid face. God, if he wanted to-
"To get coffee" Dean replied briefly, not wanting any trouble. He just looked away and try to get past the other man. Luke didn't let him, though, mimicking his move and standing in his way.
"You're not getting in there, buddy" The diner owner stated in a husky voice which Dean didn't take too seriously. With a smug giggle, he ran one hand through his hair and attempted to pass anyway, ending up getting pushed back by Luke. The kid stumbled for a few steps, taken aback, his breathing hitching as he strove to keep it together. He was sick... He was sick and tired of everyone in Stars Hollow blaming this on him. So he let his temper get the best of him, clutching his fist and lunging to hit Luke, who easily dodged the blow and, grabbing his arm, twisted it and spun him around.
"W-what are you doing?" Dean asked, frightened, as the other man pinned his hands behind his back and just led him to a dark corner of the street. Luke was awfully quiet, even more than usual, which made the kid worry a little. What was he up to, beating the shit out of him? Soon, Dean was slammed against the wall of the dead end and crushed, the diner owner's body laying out over his.
"How could you? How could you hurt a sweet girl like Rory, huh? You broke her heart... And now I'm going to break you" Luke explained with a fierce whisper, giving the younger man the creeps. It wasn't just the hot breath on his ear or the general situation, but mostly the unmistakable hardness brushing against his clothed backside. No, t-that couldn't be. Luke couldn't be about to... Yet, he was. He gripped both Dean's wrists with one hand and used the other to quickly unfasten his belt. The kid's heart almost stopped at that clicking noise. He wanted to fight back, to scream, but he was petrified and no sound came out of him. In the meantime, Luke had managed to open his pants and took out his 8 inches cock, stiff and dripping, pointing upwards among a bushy forest of dark hair.
Dean struggled slightly as the diner owner reached for the hem of his trousers, but all of his protests were silenced with a rough thrown against the wall. The kid just gasped, his pants and boxers being harshly yanked down without even undoing 'em to reveal his bare ass. He could feel Luke's fingers cupping his cheeks, kneading 'em with care, and still couldn't believe that was true. He was to be... raped. His whole body arched up, surging, as his buttocks were spread apart and his puckered hole twitched at the cold air. All he did was shutting his eyes, a snarling chuckle ringing out behind him.
There was no warning, no buildup. Luke just placed his forefinger at the small entrance and roughly forced it in to the last knuckle, eliciting a hiss of pain from the kid. As the intrusion inside of him started to wiggle, his muscles clenched by reflex and he gritted his teeth not to whine. It was useless. Luke twisted his index and started to work it in and out, mercilessly. Yeah, he could have been more gentle or told Dean to relax, but the truth was he didn't give a damn if the boy suffered. He deserved it. He deserved it for what he had done to Rory. In a fit of rage, the older man pulled out his digit just to add a second one and scissored 'em, opening the kid up. He was so tight and warm, his inner walls rippling around Luke like crazy. He couldn't wait. He had to take him.
A sharp wince escaped Dean as the two fingers withdrew from his ass and left him empty. But only for a moment. He didn't even have a chance to catch a break that the swollen head of Luke's shaft pressed against his hole and... he panicked. I-it couldn't be happening. Not really. Not to him. He needed to run, away, but his feet didn't move. Why weren't they moving? And why was he shaking, hyperventilating? Next thing he felt was the diner owner's face on the crook of his neck and his unshaven beard tickling him as he wrapped his free arm around the kid's chest and pushed forward.
"Aghh!" Dean managed to cry before a strong hand went to cover his mouth. Stifled sobs and whimpers died in his throat as the tip of Luke's cock popped through the resistant ring of flesh and slid further in. Once again, he could have taken it easier and let the kid get used to the sensation. Instead, he kept going, not stopping until he was balls deep. At that point, Dean couldn't keep his tears from falling anymore. If the fingering had stung uncomfortably, this... This burned. Hurt. His ass was on fire and that was only the beginning. As the older man started moving, it got even worse.
The length and thickness of Luke's cock stretched and filled him to his limit and beyond while the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the street. It was excruciating. Dean wished it was quick, his hole quivering to accommodate the intruder as the diner owner plowed him with hard rolls of his hips. Luckily it wasn't long, even if it felt like an eternity for the kid. The involuntary constriction of his ass squeezed around the older man and inexorably milked the climax out of him.
"Oh, jeez!" Luke grunted as he buried himself with one solid thrust and came into Dean, 8 spurts of hot, sticky cum coating his insides. He rode out his release, enjoying the last pulsation of his cock, and finally removed his hand from the kid's mouth who helplessly throbbed, panting for air.
"I told her that I loved her, I told Rory..." Dean murmured eventually, his gaze lost in space. He felt... abused. And dirty, fucking dirty. The diner owner just pulled out of him, making the younger boy moan softly as some of his jizz dripped from his poor, reddened hole. "I-I was a virgin..."
Luke didn't bat an eye nor say a word. He finished to tuck himself back into his pants and zipped up before quietly turning around and walking away, leaving Dean alone and broken.