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Winchesters Finally Lose	By : LDeMaple Category: Supernatural > General Views: 3692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Three Versus Two
- 1
Dean could hear his name being called through the darkness that enveloped him. One voice was feminine, sweet and seductive, and the other was masculine, panicked and husky.
“Dean, wake up, now!” the man yelled. Dean recognized that voice. It was his brother, Sam, and he knew by the sound of his voice that they were in trouble.
The feminine voice spoke again, addressing Sam also. “It’s all right, Sam, Dean is coming around.” A soft hand caressed Dean’s face.
Dean raised his head, opening his eyes to look into the woman’s face. The first thing he noticed was her beauty, and the second thing that Dean noticed was the look in her eyes. He had seen that look many times before: It was the look of a dangerous woman. A killer.
Dean looked around. They were in a large barn. Hay was at his feet and tubing ran all around the walls. Are we in a cow barn? Dean thought. He settled his eyes back on the woman in front of him.
She smiled. “Hello, Dean. How are you feeling? Does your head hurt?”
Dean looked past her toward his brother. They were each placed in their own pins, roughly twenty feet from each other. Sam was bare-chested and his arms were restrained above his head; as was Dean. “Who the hell is she, Sammy?”
“She,” he nodded toward the blonde woman. “She is from the Men of Letters, the British chapter.”
“What? There are more of us?” Dean asked.
The woman interrupted their conversation. “I am Lady Antonia, but please, call me Toni. And, yes, I am a member of the Men of Letters. But make no mistake; the American chapter is only a perversion of my chapter. We are one of the oldest chapters in the world, second only to the original chapter from Kenya—”
“That’s great you little prissy bitch, but tell me why you would kidnap my brother if we’re all on the same side, and where the hell are our shirts—”
“No, Dean, they’re not on our side—not at all.” Sam said.
Dean looked at Sam, and could tell by the infliction in his voice that the little blonde girl was perhaps the least of their worries; that even if they were able to pull themselves from their restraints and overpower her, whomever else she was working with would be an even bigger challenge. Before Dean could ask who else Toni was working with, a door on the side of the barn opened and in walked Rowena.
Dean rolled his eyes. “You have got to be freaking kidding me. Hey, Blondie, if you’re really part of the Men of Letters, guess what—you’re working with the freaking Queen of the Witches. What did she do, hex you?”
Rowena smiled, answering for Toni. “Not at all, dearie, I did no such thing. Once the three of us had a chance to talk, we realized that our goals could be met if we only remove the Winchesters from the equation.”
“What the hell are you talking about, witch-bitch? And what do you mean the three of us?”
Rowena moved across the room toward Dean, running her hands down his broad chest as she spoke. “Aye, so sexy, yet so dumb! Who do you think darlin’? “
Sam spoke up. “Dean, it’s Crowley. They’re all working together, now.”
“No way,” Dean said.
“Dean, you got rocked on the head pretty hard, but try to remember. You, Castiel, and,” Sam swallowed hard. “Mom tried to save me, but—”
Dean’s eyes grew wide with horror. “No! No!” He looked over at Toni. “You bitch, if you hurt our mother, I swear to God, I will kill you and everyone at the British Men of Letters.”
Toni responded to him. “Don’t worry, Dean, your mother is alive and well. From my teachings, I was told that she deceased, so having her back is quite interesting, and the Men of Letters have some questions for her. But, if I were you, I would be more worried about you and your brother.”
Dean’s frown remained. “What do you three plan to do? Where’s Cas?”
Toni walked toward Sam. The restraints that they were tied to were attached to a wheel attached to the ceiling that allowed them to be moved anywhere within their gated spaces. With the force from Toni’s push, Sam’s large frame easily slid aside revealing a sigil on the wall.
“Your angel went bye-bye, and with the help of the Queen of Witches, as you called her and the cows that were housed here, there are blood sigils all over the barn. Not just for angels either, it has been warped with dark magic so no one but the three of us will ever find you two again. It’s our black site, and the final resting place of the Winchesters.”
Dean and Sam laughed.
“Don’t get too cocky, bitch. Maybe you haven’t been briefed on who we’ve come up against. We’ve beaten ghost, vampires—”
“Leviathan,” Sam chimed in.
“Seven Deadly Sins, Angels—“
“Demons—”
“And even gods, so what make you think that you three dumbasses have a chance? Unless you’re going to blow our brains out here and now, I’d suggest you use this time wisely to give yourself a head start,” Dean finished his sentence with a wink.
Rowena looked at the angry Toni, and then backed away from Dean. “Oh, no, now you’ve gone and done it, dearie.”
Toni walked from Sam’s enclosure to Dean’s quickly. Her footsteps angrily pounded the ground.
“You know why I like your brother so much more than you, Dean?” she asked as she shoved her hand down Dean’s pants roughly grabbing his sweaty testicles. “He knows when to shut the hell up.”
She squeezed tighter, making Dean grunt in pain. “Sure, he mouthed off, too. That’s the Winchester brand, but a few hours of torture and he learned his place.”
Dean forced out a few words passed the pain in his groin. “Yeah, well I’m a hard learner.”
Toni squeezed harder, and Dean thought that his testicles were going to pop like a balloon when her grip suddenly loosened and her demeanor softened. The sudden change unnerved Dean.
“You know, Dean, you almost got me. You almost made me lose control, but then I’m reminded that I won— we won.”
Dean smiled. “And how is that?”
Toni had gone from grabbing his testicles painfully to sensually massaging them. “Because Dean, you and your brother may have defeated all of those creatures but they refused to do what we had just done, and that’s work together. With knowledge, magic and the power of Hell and you two don’t stand a chance. Now, Dean. I am going to give you one more chance to shut the hell up or I will make Hell look like a vacation.”
Toni leaned in and kissed Dean on the lips. She removed her hand from Dean’s pants and slid a finger over his lips and kissed him again, tasting Dean’s musk on his own lips.
That last move had officially made Dean and Sam become quiet with shock; Toni was truly a scary woman.
Sam finally broke the silence. “Toni, excuse me—and please don’t grab my dick—but I just want to know why you’re working with them. You never said, and I’m telling you they will betray you the moment they get a chance. Don’t do this.”
Toni slowly walked back toward Sam as see answered his question. “It’s fine, Sam. I’ve hurt you enough, don’t you think? I am working with them because you and your brother are a danger to existence. I’ve studied you two, since your first hunt. We practically started hunting at the same age, you and I, but I’ve noticed that the Winchesters do everything their way. You and your brother are willing to throw the whole world into Hell if it means you’ll save each other, and we can’t have that anymore. For the sake of the world, you two must go.”
“Toni, I was in the cage with the devil. We did that to save the world.”
“Yes, you did, Sam but now you’re back. And then you forced Rowena into casting a spell from the Book of the Damned to help save Dean from the Mark of Cain, which released Amara—”
“But we stopped her—”
“Barely!” Toni shouted. “Face it, Sam; you and your brother are the real threats to our world. At least with the demons, and the Men of Letters, and the Hunters, we are loyal to our causes, but you two have no causes. You’re both just cosmic wrecking-balls destroying everything in your path.”
“That’s not true—” Toni roughly grabbed Sam’s face using the same hand she had used to grab his Dean’s testicles. He was disgusted and intrigued that the sweaty musk of his brother’s nether regions matched his own.
Toni spoke slowly to Sam. “I really like you, Sam. I do, and I don’t want to hurt you, but between you and your brother running your mouths, I’m really considering giving you the same punishment your brother has coming, and believe me Sam, you don’t want that.”
Toni released his face and waited to see if he would reply, and in Winchester-fashion, he did. “Screw. You.” Sam said smiling.
Toni laughed. “Oh, goodie, having your brother here has emboldened you again. Fine, same treatment it is. Rowena, when will Crowley be here, I want to get this started as soon as possible.”
Rowena smiled. “Any moment, dearie.”
As if on cue, the air in the barn started to carry a faint smell of sulfur and everyone’s hairs on the back of their necks stood up warning them of possible danger approaching, and it was, as Crowley suddenly appeared in the barn next to Rowena.
“Did I hear my name?” Crowley said.
Crowley wore a smug smile on his face, and held two mason jars of green slime in his hands. The slime in the jars was luminescent—even in the lit barn it shined brightly against the dark clothes that Crowley wore.
Dean immediately started yelling at Crowley. “Hey, you son of a bitch—”
“Hey,” Rowena yelled.
“Shut the hell up, witch-bitch! Crowley, let us out or I swear to God…”
“Dean, you’re in no position to threaten me. In fact, you and Sam will never be in the position to threaten me ever again.”
Sam tried to reason with him. “Crowley, we’ve worked side-by-side. Why are you doing this? You want to be King of Hell, fine. Get us out of here and let’s go kill the devil. You can be the king again, all right?”
“Sam, nice try, but we all know that the moment I get my throne back, you two will stop at nothing to stop me, and I’m tired of the back and forth. Aren’t you?”
“Yeah, well, what the hell do you think this dumb British snob will do for you? She is a member of the Men of Letters, idiot.”
Crowley smiled at Dean.
“Dean, I cannot wait to introduce you two to my friends,” Crowley said, shaking the jars of the lime green liquid he held in his hands.
Dean noticed that even after Crowley had stopped shaking the jars, the green ooze was moving on its own; attaching to the lid, trying to break free.
Toni interjected. “Also, the plans for them have changed slightly. Dean ran his mouth off quite a lot while you were away, and now I’ve lost what little sympathy I had for him.”
Crowley laughed at that. “Good.”
Rowena gave Crowley a mocked scowl. “Ye really are a little devil!”
“Correction, I am the big one!”
“What the hell are you talking about, Crowley?” Sam asked.
“Oh, you’ll see. Trust me, what I have in these jars will make you wish you were back in the Cage, my boy.”
Sam swallowed hard at the mentioning of the Cage. Seeing Sam’s distress, Dean spoke up. “We still don’t know why the hell you three are working together, and why against us?”
“I’ve told you,” Toni started. “You and your brother are a universal menace, and the Men of Letters have put me in charge of getting rid of you once and for all.”
“Then why didn’t you just kill me?” Sam asked.
Toni smiled. “You became my bait once I saw that you were not with your brother. The original plan was to do this at the Men of Letters site, but with your mother and pet angel involved we had to get a new location. And kill you? I don’t want to kill you—no, not at ll.”
“Then what do you want, whore?”
Toni walked over to Dean and punched him in the face, drawing blood from his lip.
“Trust me, Dean. You will be the whore. You will be the whore for all eternity, and your bravado has ensured that your brother suffers the same fate.” Toni said.
Dean’s expression went from anger to horror as he realized that he had brought future harm to his little brother for being so flippant with their captures.
Toni continued. “What I want is for you two to be out of my way. It just so happens that that particular goal aligns with Crowley’s. Do I want you two dead? No. You two belong to a heritage that is far too important to the universal order of things, and we, the Men of Letters, still do not know why.”
Sam chimed in. “So, you, what, plan on keeping us here until you find out? Are you going to study us?”
“Yes,” Toni said, approaching Sam.
On cue, Rowena snapped her fingers and Sam and Dean’s pants vanished leaving them both completely naked.
Both of their length swung between their legs at the sudden loss of their pants. Dean and Sam both yelled their disapprovals.
Rowena smirked. “Aye, look Fergus, both of the Winchesters are well endowed. They’re both practically in the double digits flaccid and they didn’t have to sell their souls to get it.”
Crowley glared at her. “Shut up.”
“Your mother is right, Crowley. The Winchesters are very well endowed. It’s a shame really,” She said as she grabbed Sam’s flaccid cock and stroking it as she finished her sentence. “We could have had a lot fun together Sam; working side-by –side in the day, and lovers at night. “
Despite himself, Sam could feel blood rushing to his cock at the thought of being Toni’s lover.
He held his resolve and stared at her in her eyes before responding. “Screw. You.”
Toni released him and walked toward Rowena and Crowley in the center of the barn.
Dean could now see his brother completely and he was ashamed for looking but Sam’s body was utterly fascinating to him. He knew his brother was well-built and had suspected Sam, like their father and him, to be hung but to see it in person was a different story. Dean had also noticed that Sam wasn’t bigger than he was, and it filled him with a sort of pride.
Sam saw his brother’s naked body before, but it was always when he would accidently walk in on Dean when he was sleeping with a woman when they traveled. He knew his brother was hung, but the noises that he would illicit from women had always made Sam curious to fully see what his brother held between his legs. And it was massive comparatively speaking to the rest of Dean’s body. Dean was tall and muscular but not as tall or muscular as Sam, so the large eight-inch flaccid penis in-between Dean’s legs made it seem that it would make Dean tip over had he not been held up by chains.
At least I can blame my growing erection on Toni, Sam thought.
Toni nodded toward Rowena, and she moved over to Sam taking out a bag from her pocket. She dipped her finger in the bag, and brought it up to Sam’s chest, drawing marks on his chest in ash.
“As I was saying previously, I don’t want you two dead, but I need you out the way. We all do. So, I’m working with these two to get the job done. With our collective knowledge, magic and power we won’t be beat.”
Dean yelled. “Crowley, what in the hell makes you think that they won’t turn on you?”
Crowley smiled, and then handed a jar to Toni to hold. “Careful with that, love, once it attaches to a host it doesn’t let go.”
Toni fearfully held the jar at a safe distance from her body.
Crowley continued, walking toward the naked Dean. “Why I know they won’t turn on me is because of this.” He pulled a scroll from his pocket and let it unravel in front of Dean’s face. The scroll nipped the tip of Dean’s sensitive penis as it unraveled to the floor.
Dean scowled. “A fucking contract.”
Crowley smiled. “That would be correct. A contract signed by Toni in her blood and sealed with a kiss. She vows to help rid me of you two hunters, the devil and get my throne back, and in return I won’t send any demons after the Men of Letters.”
“That’s it? Then how the hell is Rowena involved?”
She finished the last symbol on Sam’s chest and turned toward Dean. “Because, dearie, I am the only one who can put the devil back in his cage, and once I do, Crowley will give me some of Hell’s kingdom. I’m gonna use that power to create another mega coven.”
Sam interjected. “He’s playing you, Rowena. Just like always.”
“And that’s why, I, too, have a contract of my own. So, no one will be played accept you two.”
Rowena began placing identical markings in ash on Dean’s chest.
“Fine,” Sam said. “Then at least tell us what the hell you’re doing to us?”
Toni smiled. “What Rowena is doing is placing a very powerful spell on you two: she is linking your life force to the trees that surround this barn. You two will be alive, healthy and youthful as long as the trees in the three mile radius remain intact and growing. Luckily, this land is owned by the Men of Letters, and I assure you I will never let this land be tarnished.”
Sam’s eyes grew big. “You made us immortal?”
“Yes. But that is not the true punishment. This is,” She held up the glass jar to Sam’s face, and the slime moved toward him as if it were trying to smell him.
“What is that?”
“This is Crowley’s contribution, and to be honest, I don’t know much about it. Crowley, would you mind explaining to Sam what this is in the jars that you’ve procured?”
Crowley laughed. “Certainly. This,” Crowley shook the jar. “This is a Succubus slug. You’ve never heard of one because they don’t exist in this dimension. No, I brought these two guys up special just for the Winchester boys. Would you like to know what it does?”
The room fell silent, and Crowley took that as a confirmation to continue.
“These little suckers attach to their host, male or female, and feed on their body’s secretions. They eat your shit, piss, sweat and tears until you die, and in Hell, you can’t die, so there is no relief. Ever. They’re particularly inclined to eating orgasms—we usually attach these to the sexually deplorable. Oh, they love it at first but after a week they’re begging me to throw them in a pit of fire. After a year, they’re incoherent beast chained to a wall going out of whatever mind they have left. I could slide a hot fire poker across their eye and they wouldn’t even feel it.”
Dean could see the fear in Sam’s eyes and tried to get Crowley to focus on him. “Hey, asshole, why don’t you put that damn slug on yourself and get out of here. As you can see, my brother and I are more than equip to handle the women.”
Rowena looked up at Dean and smiled. “Maybe in another lifetime, dearie, and truly, I am sorry. I’ve seen these slugs do their work. It won’t be pleasant.”
Crowley continued. “No, it will be pleasant or at least it will be for me to watch,” Crowley turned back to Sam. “Would you like to see how it works?”
Sam tensed up. “Crowley, do not do this.”
Crowley laughed as he untightened the lid of the jar and splashed the contents on Sam’s chest. “Oops.”
At first nothing happened. The slime slid down Sam’s body as liquid should. It slowly slid down Sam’s chest and over his abs, over his torso, and down to his groin. Once the slime reached the base of Sam’s semi-erect penis, the slime changed. It began to form together; dragging all the liquid over Sam’s penis encasing it.
Sam screamed out. “What the fuck is happening? Crowley?!”
“Just you wait, Sam,” Crowley said walking behind Dean.
Sam had gone from yelling to silence as the slug began to spread from Sam’s penis to his testicles. The slug wrapped around the top of his testicles and pulled them away from his body. Sam grimaced as the slug skillfully separated his testicles making two distinct balls that it tightly held. Another tendril slithered past his balls and found its way behind Sam.
Crowley stood behind Dean who was shocked by watching his brother’s assault. Crowley reached his hand around Dean, quickly and tightly gripping his penis. Dean struggled at first but stopped as his brother screamed.
Crowley began to stroke Dean and whispered in his ears. “Look at your brother Dean. Look at how his big cock is betraying him and filling with blood. You want to know why that is? The slug—the slug has reached inside of dear ol’ Sammie and is magically teasing his prostate. He’s feeling pleasure he never knew was possible.”
Crowley could feel blood naturally filling Dean’s own penis. Crowley stopped his tirade to look over Dean’s shoulder to see the massive member.
“Hmmm,” Crowley said amused. “Almost ten-inches and you’re not even completely hard. Well, Toni, I think Dean is ready, too.”
Toni smiled as she walked closer to Dean. “Looks like you’re right, Crowley.”
Toni tossed the lid from the jar and the slug began to move, trying to escape the jar and find its prey. Toni kneeled down, placing the jar directly under the large mushroom head of Dean’s penis.
Crowley—despite Dean’s attempts to fight him—dipped Dean’s cock into the jar more, getting it closer to the slug. “Wake up, little one; I have a large tube steak dinner for you!”
The slug quickly attached to Dean’s cock, making him scream out. The slug wasted no time encasing his large penis, and separating his testicles like his counterpart had done to Sam. When the slug released more tendrils, Crowley commanded it to move slowly so Dean could feel every violation and the slug followed his orders.
“I’m going to kill all of you!” Dean yelled. “Do you fucking hear me? When we get out of here, we’re going to—”
Dean choked on his fear, as the tendrils spread his butt-cheeks apart. Dean was terrified of being penetrated—even though he had used his own fingers before—he had never had anything bigger than his middle finger inside of him.
A third tendril touched the puckered hole of Dean’s anus and he jumped in surprise—it was very wet and warm. Again, the tendril touched his hole, this time slowly moving up and down his hole like a wet tongue.
Despite himself Dean sighed. At that sigh, the tendril forcibly pressed against his hole pushing past Dean’s clenched resistance and entering him.
Dean yelled out as the tendril moved through him past his rectum to the bottom of his colon. Again, Dean screamed as the tendril within him widened.
“Now,” Crowley said speaking to Dean. “As I said, the slug feeds on all human secretions, including your excrement. The slugs usually use their slime to numb their host as they enter them but I told the slugs that whoever gets you can hold off on the numbing until they’ve set themselves in you properly.”
Sam cried out. “Dean, it’s okay. We’re going to get out of here.”
Toni turned to Sam laughing. “No, you’re really not Sam.”
Dean yelled, again. Not in pain but in pleasure, and Sam knew that the slug had found Dean’s prostate. It was a pleasure that Sam had never felt before. It was an internal sensation, and every time the slug’s tendril pushed against it, Sam could feel a rush of precum flow from him and the slug would greedily drink it.
Rowena stepped forward holding Toni’s hand. “Don’t ye boys worry at all. Soon, you won’t even be in this reality anymore. I’ll put your minds somewhere nice—”
“No,” Toni interjected. “You won’t. I promised Dean an eternity of torment and that’s what he’ll get. What about you Sam? Do you want what your brother will get, or do you want what I have behind door B?”
It was hard for Sam to concentrate over the prodding of his prostate and the constant, loud sucking of his cock but he found enough strength to look at Toni and say, “Screw. You.”
Toni smiled. “Oh, you won’t be screwing me Sam—neither of you will. In fact, you two will never screw another woman again for all of eternity. I told you that my part in the partnership between the three of us is my knowledge. I know about every case you Winchesters have ever worked—every enemy and every ally. Now, you two are going to spend eternity getting fucked by each and every man you’ve ever come across. Screw me, Sam? No! Screw. You!”
Crowley laughed loudly from behind Dean and then whispered in his ear. “And don’ think I won’t be popping up in your dreamscapes, my boy. Just remember that when you’re being fucked by me—it’s really me!”
Crowley kissed Dean on the neck and walked away, missing the single tear roll down Dean’s cheek.
“Using my knowledge, Rowena is going to put you two in an alternate reality. Your bodies will be here, feeding the slugs but in your mind, you’ll be getting sucked and fucked until you cum, each time harder than the last. And as I understand it, every time you go to a new reality you’ll have no memory of the previous encounter. Each time will be new, and you’re going to enjoy it. The slugs will see to that. With the combination of the magic and slugs, even if you two were to escape you would just be little sluts looking for the next cock to shove into your ass to get your rocks off!”
Before Sam or Dean could reply, Rowena began her spell but Crowley cut her off. “One moment,” Crowley said. “Slugs, give them a preview of how the orgasms are going to feel for the rest of eternity.”
Immediately, the slugs began sucking at the head of their cocks harder, expertly moving around their already sensitive glands while at the same time tugging on their balls. Both of the Winchesters began to yell out in pleasure and fear. They were helpless to the slugs’ hunger.
Just as the pleasure was about to take them over completely Crowley snapped his fingers, and the slugs stopped. Sam and Dean felt nothing as the slugs remained still on their engorged cocks.
“Attach,” Crowley said, and both men yelped as their slug’s tendrils wrapped tightly around their prostate as if they were being held in a toothless mouth.
Crowley looked at Sam, and spoke directly to his slug. “Slowly milk him.” The slug followed its master’s commands and began pushing and pulling on Sam’s prostate, and at the same time slowly sliding its suction on his now ten-inch penis. Sam looked down at his penis, breathless and shocked. He had never seen it so engorged before in his life. Even through the translucent lime green sheath of the slug it was encased in, he could see that the head of his cock had turned a deep purple. Slowly, drops of semen began to fall from his penis and the slug slowly swallowed it. Sam closed his eyes and tried to clench every muscle he could but that only made the slug more determined to press on his prostate, forcing the juices from him. Sam looked over at Dean, hoping for some help—any help but his brother, like him, was helpless.
“Crowley, stop this, you fucker!” Dean yelled.
Crowley snapped his fingers again and the slug milking Sam stopped.
Crowley turned to Dean. “Your brother,” Crowley glanced at Sam. “Whether he wants to admit it or not was enjoying himself. I was trying to make a point, that his can be enjoyable for the both of you. You may not like the scenarios that you’ll be put in, but if you’d just give in, eternity will be a fun ride. Now, the other point I want to make is that this can also be somewhat tortuous. You two have been infused with magic and have Succubus slugs on your cocks who want nothing more than your cum. So, try to resist and it can—how about I just show you? Slug?”
Crowley snapped his fingers.
Dean’s eyes widened in fear when his slug’s grip on his member became tighter from the base to the head and the tendril on his prostate hardened; pressing into it.
Crowley looked into Dean’s eyes, wanting to see his fear as he spoke to the slug again. “Take as much as you want and don’t hold back.”
The tendril on Dean’s prostate began to violently vibrate and his penis immediately responded, becoming purple with blood and its veins bulging from the skin. Dean started yelling, but the slug only vibrated on his prostate faster and sucked on his engorged cock harder. Dean started to cum; shooting thick jets of semen that the slug greedily ate. The first orgasm was so strong that his legs buckled beneath him but his body was held up by the chains. The slug continued its onslaught Dean and he continued to cum, never once stopping from his first orgasm but simply rolling into another and another.
Crowley yelled over Dean’s screams. “He’s immortal now; constant food supply. Harder, damn it! Don’t hold back.”
At Crowley’s command, the slug’s slime began to spread all over Dean’s body as it continued to please him to orgasm.
Sam was horrified and pulled at his chains to break free, thinking the slug was going to fully encase Dean’s body. At his sudden movement, Sam’s slug pressed on his prostate and pulled at his cock making him moan. Sam looked down at his still hard penis, cursing his body for betraying him.
Dean was now covered in the slugs’ green slime from his restrained hands down to his feet, only leaving his face uncovered.
Crowley turned to the women. “This is about to get really horrible for him.”
Dean’s body began to violently shake as the tendril on his prostate vibrated faster, and another tendril began to move in and out of Dean’s ass, going deep and giving him another wave of pleasure that was new to him. The mouth of the slug on his cock grew a tendril that went into the urethra, only enough to penetrate and extract Dean’s cum faster.
Crowley snapped his fingers, and Dean’s torture stopped. Although his cock still spilled semen, the slug did not swallow it into its mystical stomach that seemed to never get satiated but instead let the semen just fill its reservoir, causing a sac to form next to Dean’s cock head like a filled condom.
Dean tried to talk, but it came out as incoherent mumbles and only every other word was understood. “Fuck… Kill… Crowley… No… Felt…Never…Felt…Good…More…No.”
Toni and Rowena stood there still holding hands and smiling at Dean. Such a rugged, strong man had been turned to mush in a matter of seconds.
Crowley walked up to Dean and started to flick him in the forehead to get his attention. “Listen to me, Dean! Listen up—pay attention, because you won’t want to miss this. When is the damn spell going to heal him?” Crowley asked Rowena.
She lost her smile as she responded. “Give it a damned moment.”
Soon, a purple glow illuminated the ash markings on Dean’s chest and he became coherent. He pulled at his chains, trying to get to Crowley, making his large penis bob in the air.
Crowley laughed. “You might want to save what little strength you have. Eternity is a long time. Speaking of, I realized that I wouldn’t want you to go into this spell without being really tortured. Sure you were tortured physically, but true torture is seeing your loved one in pain.”
When Crowley finished his sentence, Sam’s slug rapidly covered his body and began to extract his semen.
Dean saw that Sam started to shake, just as he had, and Sam’s penis grew even larger, constraining against its own skin. Again, the slug revved up vibrating so much that Sam looked as if he had been thrown into a paint shaker. Dean wondered if his body had looked the same when he was being milked.
Sam had yelled so much that his screams had become hoarse.
Dean yelled. “Stop it! I get your point, I get it. Stop! Just put us under, please!”
Dean was scared for his brother and himself, that this was the eternity they had to look forward to. The slugs were working Sam so expertly that his shots of cum had become a stream, and for a moment Dead had thought Sam was pissing.
Crowley clapped his hands and Sam’s torment ended. “Well, fellas, I would stay for the rest but I have a throne to take back. Fuck you later!”
Crowley winked at Dean, and then vanished as if he had never been there.
The women again clasped hands and Rowena began to say her incantation.
Dean looked over at Sam who had just been healed by the immortality spell. They locked eyes. “Sammy, don’t fight it, you hear me. Just don’t fight it; I can’t get through this knowing you’re suffering, all right?”
Sam nodded his head.
“Answer me, damn it. I need to hear you say it. Say you won’t fight this. Just give Cas and Mom time to come find us, okay?”
Sam again nodded. “Okay, Dean. I won’t. Same to you: don’t fight it.”
Dean and Sam’s eyes both widened as they felt their slugs tighten around their bodies and push on their prostates more as Rowena nearly finished her spell.
A tear fell down Sam’s cheek and the slime of the slug moved in closer on his face to accept it. “Say it, Dean. Say you won’t—”
Rowena finished her spell, and the Winchesters became unconscious—their minds sent to another reality for all of eternity.
Rowena and Toni turned on their heels and began walking out the barn. The only sounds were their footsteps, the whimpering of the Winchesters and the constant sucking of the insatiable slugs attached to them, forever.
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