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alwaysenduphere) wrote2008-07-20 10:02 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2008-07-20 10:02 pm
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spn fic: A Full Day
Title: A Full Day
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/John/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,396
Notes: written for The Supernatural Kink Meme, from the prompt: John or Sam/Dean, Buttplug and Enema - John and/or Sam make Dean wear a buttplug at all times. The only time it comes out is when they're fucking him, playing with him, or giving him his morning enema. Otherwise, it's keeping their come and whatever other toys they want inside him. Non-, dub-, or consensual. Any additional kinks except watersports and scat welcome. *blush*
It's another diner in another shady town, and Dean's breakfast of eggs and bacon is staring up at him from the table. Recently, Dad and Sam have starting making him wear a plug at all times, and he can't bring himself to eat it, can barely bring himself to move to grab a fork to paw around at it without the movement triggering a stab of pain within his ass. Today's plug is larger than yesterday's, shoved in quickly after John fucked him in the diner's parking lot, replacing yesterday's ribbed one.
Sam and John take turns with him anymore, as generally one is on a hunt and the other has their way with him. He doesn't like it, but he's gotten used to it. He's not sure what that says about him.
John prods him to eat some breakfast, and Sam hints that he has a long day ahead of him. Dean knows its Sam's day to have him, as John's researched a few mysterious deaths in town for the day. He reaches feebly for the silverware, which Sam has moved halfway across the booth. His ass lifts a little off the seat in the attempt, and he feels the plug move, feels the come John left in him this morning, slide around inside him and tease his prostate. He's already half-hard as he takes a bite of eggs.
When they leave the diner, Sam to sits in the backseat with Dean, and John leers from the driver’s seat as Sam works his hand into Dean's pants, slowly and teasingly stroking Dean's dick in his hands. Dean tries not to squirm much, knowing that with each movement the bulbed parts of the buttplug brush against his insides, but by the time they reach the hotel, he can barely hold still.
John goes inside with his sons, promising Sam he'll leave just after he does one thing. While he disappears into the bathroom, Sam takes his time laying Dean out on the bed. He strips Dean slowly, teasing his nipples and pinching his thighs. When he takes off Dean's pants, he pulls the belt out through the loops and gives it a good snap. Dean looks at him wide-eyed; they've never done bondage. Sam is gentle, wrapping Dean's wrists tightly together above his head with the belt. He licks up the inside of Dean's arm, and Dean shivers as the air hits the saliva. Sam hoists Dean's legs over his shoulders, allowing him access to Dean's plugged hole. He teases around it lightly with his fingers, the ridge of the plug sticking out of it. Grabbing the ridge, he twists slightly, and Dean moans in response.
As Sam twists the plug harder and harder, occasionally pushing it slightly in and out, he whispers to Dean that he's tempted to jerk the plug out, shove his own dick deep inside and fill Dean up even more, leave him begging for more and come leaking out of his ass, only to plug him up once again, with an even bigger plug. Dean's practically begging for it as John walks out of the bathroom, enema bag in hand. Sam gasps in glee when he sees John string the bag up over the bedside light. They haven't done this in awhile, Dean knows.
He's ready for it when Sam wiggles out the plug slowly, John's load from this morning seeping out between his legs. The enema used to be an every morning thing, but lately they've been in a hurry in the mornings. Sam rubs his fingers around in John's come, teases Dean's already tender hole. He rubs a finger inside, and Dean buckles into him, but Sam chuckles and pulls out the finger.
“So needy and desperate,” he whispers. John clears his throat, and Sam turns to him, grabbing the enema tube's bulb and lining it up with Dean's hole. “Gonna clean you all out,” he says, “fill you up and clean you out and then we can start filling you up all over again.”
Dean whimpers as the soapy flow starts filling him up; John's apparently used cold water in the mix this time.
Sam teases him as the water fills his cavity, twisting and biting his nipples, pressing on his stomach, slowly stroking his throbbing cock. The bag's almost empty as Sam crawls his way up Dean's body, inserting his dick into Dean's mouth, and Dean greedily takes it, hums around it and sucks hard. Dean feels the trickle of the bag cut off, but instead of the hose being removed, another trickle starts again and grows; John's prepared another bag to fill him with. He squirms, the weight of Sam's body on his stomach putting increasing pressure on his ever-filling intestine. Sam pushes down harder for a second, and then pulls out of Dean with a pop. He stands back with John and watches as the enema pours into Dean.
Dean struggles as the liquid fills him, spreading his legs to make room. He's tempted to turn on his side to possibly give his body more room, but with his hands bound above his head, he knows it'll take more effort than it’s worth. Besides, he knows John and Sam want to watch him.
The second bag empties soon enough, but neither John nor Sam move to take out the hose, and he begins to worry that another bag will come. Soon, both John and Sam disappear into the bathroom, leaving Dean to lay there with ever-increasing cramps happening. He adjusts slightly, spreading his legs in the air as wide as they will go. The hose rubs against his hole, and he feels the bulb inside him shift, and a little bit of the fluid seeps out. He blushes; he knows Dad and Sam will not be happy with him.
They come out from the bathroom a few minutes later, and Dean's eyes widen when he sees what Sam has in his hands. He thought he'd seen the last of the inflatable plug, as his last encounter had left him balled up in a corner when Sam had accidentally turned the pump on all the way. Sam had apologized by leaving the plug out for a night, but Dean had gotten so used to having a plug in, he didn't really see that as anything but punishment for not accepting the pain.
Sam gives a hard jerk on the enema hose, and Dean winces as the bulb pops his way out of him. Sweat beads on his forehead, as he has to focus hard not to let anymore of the liquid out of him. Sam slides his way up Dean's body, pressing hard on his stomach, and undoes the belt around Dean's wrists. He gives one more hard push and climbs off Dean. Just as Dean’s getting up to relive himself, Sam says that no, he'll have to crawl to the bathroom. It's his punishment for leaking. Dean obeys, and on all fours, slowly and painfully makes his way to the bathroom and relieves himself.
When he returns, Sam is on the bed naked, dick at full mast in the air. John has apparently left on his hunt.
“Suck,” Sam tells Dean, and once again Dean does. Dean's tasting precome as Sam shoves him off and flips him over. He's already nice and stretched out as Sam slams into him, and he bucks up as Sam hits his prostate over and over again. It's not long before Sam's come is flooding into him, filling him up, and Sam keeps thrusting all the way through. One of Sam's large hands grips his dick, and he's sputtering before he knows it. He's still coming when Sam pulls out and slams the inflatable buttplug, on its lowest setting, into him. Sam gives his dick one final squeeze and then climbs off of him, pump remote in hand. He flips the switch on the remote up a notch, and Dean can feel the plug stretching him open even wider, all the while keeping Sam's warm juices inside. He moans at the overwhelming sensation, while at the same time hoping Sam remembers to go slowly with the stretching. But the plug just keeps expanding.
“That's just for starters, Dean,” Sam says. “By the time this day is over, you'll be so full of my come you won't be able to move.”
*originally written 7/18/09. backdated so as to not clutter my flist. (or embarrass myself too much.)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/John/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,396
Notes: written for The Supernatural Kink Meme, from the prompt: John or Sam/Dean, Buttplug and Enema - John and/or Sam make Dean wear a buttplug at all times. The only time it comes out is when they're fucking him, playing with him, or giving him his morning enema. Otherwise, it's keeping their come and whatever other toys they want inside him. Non-, dub-, or consensual. Any additional kinks except watersports and scat welcome. *blush*
It's another diner in another shady town, and Dean's breakfast of eggs and bacon is staring up at him from the table. Recently, Dad and Sam have starting making him wear a plug at all times, and he can't bring himself to eat it, can barely bring himself to move to grab a fork to paw around at it without the movement triggering a stab of pain within his ass. Today's plug is larger than yesterday's, shoved in quickly after John fucked him in the diner's parking lot, replacing yesterday's ribbed one.
Sam and John take turns with him anymore, as generally one is on a hunt and the other has their way with him. He doesn't like it, but he's gotten used to it. He's not sure what that says about him.
John prods him to eat some breakfast, and Sam hints that he has a long day ahead of him. Dean knows its Sam's day to have him, as John's researched a few mysterious deaths in town for the day. He reaches feebly for the silverware, which Sam has moved halfway across the booth. His ass lifts a little off the seat in the attempt, and he feels the plug move, feels the come John left in him this morning, slide around inside him and tease his prostate. He's already half-hard as he takes a bite of eggs.
When they leave the diner, Sam to sits in the backseat with Dean, and John leers from the driver’s seat as Sam works his hand into Dean's pants, slowly and teasingly stroking Dean's dick in his hands. Dean tries not to squirm much, knowing that with each movement the bulbed parts of the buttplug brush against his insides, but by the time they reach the hotel, he can barely hold still.
John goes inside with his sons, promising Sam he'll leave just after he does one thing. While he disappears into the bathroom, Sam takes his time laying Dean out on the bed. He strips Dean slowly, teasing his nipples and pinching his thighs. When he takes off Dean's pants, he pulls the belt out through the loops and gives it a good snap. Dean looks at him wide-eyed; they've never done bondage. Sam is gentle, wrapping Dean's wrists tightly together above his head with the belt. He licks up the inside of Dean's arm, and Dean shivers as the air hits the saliva. Sam hoists Dean's legs over his shoulders, allowing him access to Dean's plugged hole. He teases around it lightly with his fingers, the ridge of the plug sticking out of it. Grabbing the ridge, he twists slightly, and Dean moans in response.
As Sam twists the plug harder and harder, occasionally pushing it slightly in and out, he whispers to Dean that he's tempted to jerk the plug out, shove his own dick deep inside and fill Dean up even more, leave him begging for more and come leaking out of his ass, only to plug him up once again, with an even bigger plug. Dean's practically begging for it as John walks out of the bathroom, enema bag in hand. Sam gasps in glee when he sees John string the bag up over the bedside light. They haven't done this in awhile, Dean knows.
He's ready for it when Sam wiggles out the plug slowly, John's load from this morning seeping out between his legs. The enema used to be an every morning thing, but lately they've been in a hurry in the mornings. Sam rubs his fingers around in John's come, teases Dean's already tender hole. He rubs a finger inside, and Dean buckles into him, but Sam chuckles and pulls out the finger.
“So needy and desperate,” he whispers. John clears his throat, and Sam turns to him, grabbing the enema tube's bulb and lining it up with Dean's hole. “Gonna clean you all out,” he says, “fill you up and clean you out and then we can start filling you up all over again.”
Dean whimpers as the soapy flow starts filling him up; John's apparently used cold water in the mix this time.
Sam teases him as the water fills his cavity, twisting and biting his nipples, pressing on his stomach, slowly stroking his throbbing cock. The bag's almost empty as Sam crawls his way up Dean's body, inserting his dick into Dean's mouth, and Dean greedily takes it, hums around it and sucks hard. Dean feels the trickle of the bag cut off, but instead of the hose being removed, another trickle starts again and grows; John's prepared another bag to fill him with. He squirms, the weight of Sam's body on his stomach putting increasing pressure on his ever-filling intestine. Sam pushes down harder for a second, and then pulls out of Dean with a pop. He stands back with John and watches as the enema pours into Dean.
Dean struggles as the liquid fills him, spreading his legs to make room. He's tempted to turn on his side to possibly give his body more room, but with his hands bound above his head, he knows it'll take more effort than it’s worth. Besides, he knows John and Sam want to watch him.
The second bag empties soon enough, but neither John nor Sam move to take out the hose, and he begins to worry that another bag will come. Soon, both John and Sam disappear into the bathroom, leaving Dean to lay there with ever-increasing cramps happening. He adjusts slightly, spreading his legs in the air as wide as they will go. The hose rubs against his hole, and he feels the bulb inside him shift, and a little bit of the fluid seeps out. He blushes; he knows Dad and Sam will not be happy with him.
They come out from the bathroom a few minutes later, and Dean's eyes widen when he sees what Sam has in his hands. He thought he'd seen the last of the inflatable plug, as his last encounter had left him balled up in a corner when Sam had accidentally turned the pump on all the way. Sam had apologized by leaving the plug out for a night, but Dean had gotten so used to having a plug in, he didn't really see that as anything but punishment for not accepting the pain.
Sam gives a hard jerk on the enema hose, and Dean winces as the bulb pops his way out of him. Sweat beads on his forehead, as he has to focus hard not to let anymore of the liquid out of him. Sam slides his way up Dean's body, pressing hard on his stomach, and undoes the belt around Dean's wrists. He gives one more hard push and climbs off Dean. Just as Dean’s getting up to relive himself, Sam says that no, he'll have to crawl to the bathroom. It's his punishment for leaking. Dean obeys, and on all fours, slowly and painfully makes his way to the bathroom and relieves himself.
When he returns, Sam is on the bed naked, dick at full mast in the air. John has apparently left on his hunt.
“Suck,” Sam tells Dean, and once again Dean does. Dean's tasting precome as Sam shoves him off and flips him over. He's already nice and stretched out as Sam slams into him, and he bucks up as Sam hits his prostate over and over again. It's not long before Sam's come is flooding into him, filling him up, and Sam keeps thrusting all the way through. One of Sam's large hands grips his dick, and he's sputtering before he knows it. He's still coming when Sam pulls out and slams the inflatable buttplug, on its lowest setting, into him. Sam gives his dick one final squeeze and then climbs off of him, pump remote in hand. He flips the switch on the remote up a notch, and Dean can feel the plug stretching him open even wider, all the while keeping Sam's warm juices inside. He moans at the overwhelming sensation, while at the same time hoping Sam remembers to go slowly with the stretching. But the plug just keeps expanding.
“That's just for starters, Dean,” Sam says. “By the time this day is over, you'll be so full of my come you won't be able to move.”
*originally written 7/18/09. backdated so as to not clutter my flist. (or embarrass myself too much.)