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"You fuckwad," Sammy screamed at his brother Dean while the two of them roughhoused in the small motel. As usual Dean, at 14 the elder brother by 4 years, had the upper hand and was grinding a perky little woody into his brother's backside. No penetration, mind you, just some harmless dry fucking that Sammy liked, in spite of his countless verbal protests. Dean was a virgin, and since they always moved around his brother and father were pretty much his only friends.  Dean had no real sources for info on sex, his play with Sammy was rooted in that innocence boys experience in the period between childhood when their genitals are of little interest, and puberty when they become an all-out obsession.
 
They had spent hours chasing each other around the room was was exhausted, their energy spent from wrestling and chasing each. The two collapse as Dean turns on a porn that he had coaxed out of the motel pay-per-view scrambler.
 
"Are you going to do that thing with your dick, Dean?" Sammy asked leering at the ever-growing bulge in Dean's pants.
 
"I might, if you'll shut up long enough for me to watch this bitch gettin' porked," snapped Dean, a coy smile to show his brother that his anger wasn't genuine.
 
So what if Dean didn't REALLY know what "porked" meant, the guy in the movie bouncing up and down on that lady seemed pretty happy and he was talking about porking. Sammy's eyes opened wide as he heard Dean's zipper and jerked his head to behold what was, to him, a huge piece of meat. Sammy just stared intently at his brother rubbing his rod... up... down... up... down... pinch the head a little... wander a finger to his backside to poke at the little hole between his cheeks... give his balls a good squeeze... then back to up... down... he looked on in awe not because he wanted cock to suck or get fucked by, but because it was a kind of preview to him of what he would be able to do in a couple of years. Dean didn't really care why Sammy stared on lustfully, just as long as he did. It was kind of a perverse little thrill to whack off right there with your kid brother watching...
 
"Holy shit, what was that?" Dean interjected, looking toward the door to the motel, from which several scratching sounds just came.
 
Even though Dean's dad had drilled them a thousand times that they should NEVER to open the door to anyone no matter what, he pulled his pants up and went over to eye the peephole. He didn't see anything, but the scratching continued, and he even thought he heard a little whimpering, maybe there was a lost cat or dog out there, Dean thought to himself as he tried to justify opening the door. He pulled it open, slowly, just a crack really, but enough of a crack for the large man crouching under the peep hole to shoulder his way in, pushing Dean down to the ground with the motion.
 
He grabbed Dean by the collar and ordered Sammy, who was scrambling for the bathroom, not to move. "Where's your dad?" he bellowed, his voice sounding more like a drill Sargent than a person. When both boys stared at him blankly he asked again shaking Dean. “I asked where is John Fucking Winchester boy! Is he here?”  Dean shook his head, trying to fight off the terror which Sammy had already succumbed to. The man threw Dean to the sofa and bed and  Sammy to join him there. Fearing retribution from the bigger, older man, both brothers complied. They sat terrified as they heard him look through the small room and then began rifling under the beds, finding their stash of weapons. Dean tried to console Sammy, who was balling his eyes about then.
 
"What the fuck is this?” he asked shaking the half full bag. “Is he out on a job?”
 
Dean tried to keep his voice level as he said. “He went to go get food, he'll be right back.”
 
It looked as if the man believed him for a moment but then Sammy asked. “He is?”
 
And it was over.
 
The man came at Dean in a rush, grabbing the t shirt and pulling the teenager close. “Where. Is. Your. Fucking. Father?”
 
Dean felt his stomach lurch as he said in a low voice. “He's gone.”
 
They locked eyes for a long minute, the man searching Dean's half blank expression as th young boy tried to swallow his fear. Finally the man asked. “I am looking for a gold locket, with runes..er designs on it. You seen it?” Dean shook his head quickly. The man looked at Sam who was fighting back tears. “What about you?”
 
“Leave him alone.” Dean said, his voice growing serious.
 
The man looked back in surprise, a half grin catching the corner of his mouth. “You are his son aren't you?” the man laughed. Dean's mouth half opened to say something when the man's eyes turned black. Dean's skin grew pale as he felt his stomach lurch. The man's grin widened seeing Dean's reaction. “Oh you know what I am don't you?”
 
Dean nodded mutely for a moment and then turned to Sammy. “Sam run!” he said as he rushed the demon
 
Dean felt a hand wrap around his throat as the demon leveled a glare at Sam, who froze in his tracks. “I can't touch you Sammy but if you make one more move I will snap your brother's neck like a pencil.” He squeezed his hand slightly, causing Dean to gasp for breath, nailing the man's point home.
 
“Don't hurt him!” Sam cried, his eyes wide.
 
“Go sit on the bed.” the man ordered, waiting until the younger boy sat down before tossing Dean towards him casually. Dean took several heaping breaths as Sammy hovered over him unsure what to do. The man, ignoring the boys completely, began to search the room in earnest, turning out the drawers onto the floor and flipping the mattress of the other bed with one hand. “Damnit Winchester, where is it!” he said aloud.
 
"He doesn't have any jewelry, there's nothing here!" Dean almost shouted, the tears he had fought so strongly to hold back now emerging anyway.
 
For a moment there was a look of humanity in the demon's eyes as he watched the two helpless boys crying in front of him, but it quickly turned to a sly grin when he realized there was another way to hurt John Winchester. His sons, scared shitless to the point they'd do anything not to get hurt he might not find the amulet, but he could at least make sure he did some damage.
 
He moved towards the bed, pulling a wicked looking knife from the back of his jeans. "You two little fairies have got a choice here, either you do what I tell you, when I tell you, or I'm gonna cut off your little fucking cocks and shove em down your throats. I'm gonna put the knife down right here," he said, depositing it on the end table, a good 5 feet from them. "If either one of you makes a move for it, or tries to run away, I'm gonna kill the other one, then I'll come after the little bastard that tried to fuck with me. You understand, cocksucker," looking straight at Dean,"If you try to be a hero and get away or knock me out, I'm gonna kill your little brother here before I come after you."
 
Dean tried not to look at the knife as he nodded mutely.
 
"My name's Kyle," in a slightly calmer, almost Mr. Rogers-like voice. "I don't wanna hurt you boys. I'm just real miffed 'cause your dad took something from me, so I'm gonna take something from him. As long as you boys do what I say, I promise I'll be real easy with you, and I won't hit you or anything but if you fuck with me, or you tell me no, or I have to tell you twice to do something then I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, and if you really piss me off, I'm gonna gut you both with that knife." In spite of his harsh words, his mellow tone and apparent sincerity calming Sammy down a little. Dean's heart was pounding like a jackhammer, knowing what he really was and that they had little to no chance of taking him.
 
The two boys nodded their consent to Kyle's plan. Kyle sat back smugly looking on at the two boys, no longer quivering with fear, but still visibly frightened. The demon had reached the stage he wanted, the boys were afraid of him, so they'd do what he said, but they were no longer terrified to death of him. Instead of seeing their situation as an inescapable countdown to death, as they had when he first showed them the knife, they now saw their predicament as something they just had to endure, then all
would be well.
 
"First, you guys need to get naked but let's make it interesting," Kyle smiled with the same arrogant sneer, "Alright, Sammy, I want you to take off Dean's clothes, all of them except his underwear."
 
“What?” Dean called out, his face reddening with anger.
 
Kyle leaned forward, satisfied to see him flinch slightly. “I said Sam, take your brother's clothes off. We going to have a problem Dean?” Dean this time did look at the knife before looking back to the demon. He saw the grin on the thing's face and knew he had been caught. “Try it.” he said in a low voice. “Try it so I can make your brother watch you get gutted.”
 
Dean swallowed hard and then sighed. In a resigned voice he said. “Just do it Sammy.”
 
Kyle ogled the younger Winchesters being exposed to him, visions of all the things he would do to these boys dancing through his head. Under his breath the demon began to chant a spell that magnified lust in an area. It was a potent spell, taking even the smallest amount of sexual pleasure and ampliying it again and again until the subjects were insane for sex.
 
Dean could feel his cock stiffening from the motion of his own brother stripping him naked, and the lascivious stares from Kyle only seemed to turn him on that much more. He closed his eyes trying to force himself to stop reacting to no avail. When Sammy got Dean down to nothing but his BVD's, the boner that had been growing was even more apparent. Dean opened his eyes and watched as Kyle unconsciously licked his lips, and got even harder...
 
"Okay, Sammy boy, now I need you to pull down Dean's undies for him but do it with your teeth," Kyle pointed to the middle front of the waistband indicating where he wanted the boy's teeth.
 
Sam looked up at his brother who just nodded, knowing what would happened if they resisted.
 
As the demon expected, Dean's perky prick sprang up and hit Sammy in the eye on the way by. Kyle laughed as Dean's faced turned bright red with embarrassment at being so sexually aroused by his own brother's caress.
 
"Alright, Sammy, I think you know what I want you to do now, don't you," sneering more now than ever.
 
Sam looked over at the man, his face a complete mask of confusion. “What?
 
“Please don't.” Dean almost whispered, horrified enough that his body was somehow enjoying this.
 
“I want you to open your mouth, and out your brother's dick in there.” the man said moving closer.
 
“His what?” Sam said pulling back but the man grabbed the back of this boy's head and held him there.
 
“Open your mouth.” the man said, his voice like syrup again, all of the harshness fading away. “It's ok, you don't want your brother to get hurt do you?” Sam shook his head no as he looked up. “Then open your mouth.” Sam slowly opened his mouth, as if about to be checked by a doctor. “Now put the head on your tongue?”
 
Sammy knew what he was talking about, he had seen more than a few videos how woman licked and sucked men's cock, and he knew that's what Kyle wanted him to do. It was the fact he was doing it to Dean that was causing him to pause. He was, at this point, completely docile, he would do anything to make this all over, so with no more prodding at all, he enveloped the head of Dean's throbbing cock, closing his mouth around the thick head. Dean gasped with pleasure, this being the first time he'd ever had his cock sucked. Once again, he turned bright red, this time because his hips began unconsciously to pump himself into Sammy's mouth. The redness remained, but so did the humping motion, Dean couldn't help himself, it felt so good. He resisted the urge to put his hands on the back of his little brother's head as he tried to force the image of Sammy sucking his dick out of his mind. He felt the pressure building in his balls already. He'd shot off a few times today, but this felt like a volcano building. Kyle was laying close to Sammy, rubbing his back, giving him instructions on how to suck the cock better.
 
"Nibble the head a little, but not too hard... run your tongue around it while you're sucking... stick your finger a little in his asshole... lick his balls some..." Kyle spewed forth a fountain of knowledge as to how best to suck a cock, but Dean wasn't paying attention to most of it... he was totally overwhelmed by sensations that up to this point he had only imagined. His hips just kept fucking his little brother's face... the pressure in his balls kept building more and more... he felt like his balls were going to pop... and then, finally, all in an instant, they did. Sam froze as the warm liquid shot into his mouth, he wasn't sure what to do as Dean cried out, his hands finally grabbed Sam's head, pushing his cock even further into Sammy's mouth. Kyle noticed the twitching of Dean's body and the gagging from Sammy. The demon ordered him to drink down every drop when it looked like Sam was going to pull back off from the spurting member. As with all the times before, Sammy was compliant, swallowing all he could, then when Dean released his head, he licked up the remaining cum from Dean's cock, balls, and pubic hair.
 
"Did you like that little drink, Sammy boy? Sure looked like it the way you were lapping up what you couldn't swallow. Now it's your turn Dean, you liked getting a suck job from your brother, didn't you? Well now we're gonna see if you can give as well as you get. Undress him, just like he did you..."
 
Dean was less obedient than Sammy, but after Kyle reared back as if to hit him, Dean quickly did as he was told. He hadn't seen Sammy naked for quite some time, the two used to look at each other naked, just because it made them feel funny inside, but when Dean's dick began to grow considerably, and developed pubes, Sammy got intimidated and stopped being naked in front of him. As much as Dean hated to admit it, the thought of seeing Sammy naked after nearly two years of not being allowed to was stimulating, he found his cock already getting hard as he began to unbutton Sammy's pants. Once Sammy was down to his tight little briefs, it was obvious that he had quite a little boner himself -- through the taut fabric Dean could tell that Sammy was a good bit smaller than himself, and there was no appreciable pubic hair anywhere. Even though Sammy's length was a lot less than Dean's, the difference in thickness was a lot more noticeable. Since he got his pubes, Dean's cock started getting much fuller, gaining more in girth than it did in length. Just as Sammy had done before him, Dean latched his teeth onto Sammy's briefs and tugged them down, the stiff little pecker between Sammy's legs popping out to greet him on the way by.
 
"Now suck him, just like he sucked you," Kyle demanded, watching for signs of refusal.
 
He found one. Dean looked back at him with a look of disgust and reluctance but a quick slap on the back of head and a gesture toward the knife were all it took to get rid of that reluctance. Dean's lips wrapped around Sammy's cock with ease and took the full length into his mouth, for fear that
he had angered Kyle too much by his defiance, he sucked fiercely, trying to make amens for his reluctance by doing an extra-good job now. He soon relaxed when he felt Kyle's hand gently rubbing his back, down to his backside, probing ever so slightly with his index finger into Dean's tight little
sphincter. Dean didn't care at this point, the sounds that Sammy was making was hypnotic to him.Sam's hands buried themselves in his brother's hair at first to steady himself but slowly he started to push his hips forward while dragging Dean's head further and further down.
 
Dean continued sucking intently and Sammy writhed about and thrust his hips upward, just as Dean had done before. Dean soon became aware that Sammy was stroking the back of Dean's head, running his fingers through his hair. Realizing that he was pleasuring Sammy turned him on even more, and his already stiff prick got a little stiffer. The sucking he was administering also became less awkward and started listening to all the words of advice that Kyle was once again spewing... "Breath through your nose and let his cock go into your throat... sometimes move down and lick his balls."
 
All of this advice was sinking in, and Dean eagerly obeyed, he was becoming caught up in sex and forgetting that he was being forced to do it and that it was his own brother he was doing it with... All of those thoughts quickly disbanded when Sammy's little pecker started to spasm in Dean's mouth, shooting a few small spurts of thin cum. Dean instantly gagged and took the dick out of his mouth, of course as soon as Kyle realized that Dean hadn't swallowed, he forced him to lick up the cum off the sheets and clean Sammy's little cock and balls sparkling clean. Sam shivered as his brother's tongue moved over his sensitive skin.
 
"You looked like you were liking that pretty good just like your brother did, you're gonna need a little practice at eating cum though.” The demon said with a chuckle. “Hey, why don't I help you with your practice.” Both boys looked over to the demon as he gestured to his own jeans. “Okay, butt boys, undress me just like you did each other."
 
Sam looked at Dean with a questioning look. Dean just nodded slightly and began to move towards the man. Kyle was well developed, his chest was very defined, with a light dusting of hair at the center,  and his abs were in that washboard formation so many guys aspire to, but never achieve. Both boys were impressed as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. “Lick that six pack punks.” he said pushing both of their faces to his skin. “I wanna feel your tongues move down to my jeans.” He could feel the two small tongues move around his navel over the hard ridges of his adonis belt. The man he had taken was in excellent shape and since the demon didn't need to eat, the body had nearly no body fat at all.
 
“You unbutton.” he ordered Dean. “You keep licking.” he said to Sammy. Dean's hands moved up and pulled the fly open as he saw Sam move back up the man's six pack slowly. Kyle moved back to his back, his legs spread out in front of him. He gestured for Dean to pull them off as he pulled Sammy up to his chest. The younger boy seemed shocked from the move as the man moved forward, locking his mouth on the smaller boy's, pushing his tongue past Sammy's close lips. Dean watched as the man's hand moved down his younger brother's back, his hands cupping Sammy's ass as he began to make out with him. At first Sam sat there stunned, unsure what to do. but as the man's hands moved around. But as his fingertips began to elicit small sparks of pleasure through the preteens body, he began to relax, his tongue moving into the man's as he kissed him back.
 
Dean tried not to gasp as the man's half hard cock was exposed. It was huge! He had seen their dad coming out of the shower and he had thought that was big but this...this was as big as the guys in the porn movies he'd seen. Pulling away from the kiss, Kyle looked down at Dean and the look of shock on the teenager's face. “Like what you see?” He asked as Dean looked away quickly. “Ok Sammy, get on down there with your brother. Let's see what you guys can do.”
 
Sam crawled down, another look at Dean. The older boy mouthed the words. “Wait for dad.” as they both moved towards the man's cock. Sam looked worried, he had thought his brother's member was big but the man's seemed ten times bigger.
 
Sammy went first, with obvious enthusiasm, while Dean stared on at the masterful cocksucking that his brother was administering to this young man, it was obvious that Sammy seemed a bit more relaxed about it that Dean did. Dean had little time to ponder it as Kyle spread his legs apart to reveal his ass to Dean. “Your brother seems to have the cock handled, why don't you handle everything lower?” Fearing a good smack if he disobeyed, Dean began licking around Kyle's asshole, a quick slap on the back of the head told him that when Kyle said to lick his asshole, he meant lick right on it, not around it. Dean started lapping wildly to please Kyle and avoid more hitting, or the knife that was always at the back of mind. Kyle was moaning in a frenzy as Sammy sucked his cock to perfection, and Dean lapped at his asshole with a fervor, occasionally sticking his tongue into the hole to please his newfound master even more. Kyle couldn't take it -- he began to writhe wildly as Dean and Sammy had when the cum was about to spew.
 
That's when he pulled Sammy's head off his cock and up to his mouth, and told Dean that this was his chance to prove that he could eat cum... and thereby avoid the knife. Kyle began jutting his tongue into Sammy's mouth in a sloppy French kiss, Sammy wasn't complaining, his tongue was just as active. Dean was meanwhile sucking like a madman at Kyle's cock, desperately trying to psych himself up for what he assumed would be a gallon of cum that would spew into his mouth any second now. The man had Sam's head in his hands as they kissed and Dean got the subtle threat I the gesture. He told himself over and over that no matter how much there was, no matter how sick it made him to taste it, he had to swallow every drop. Under a professional-quality tongue-lashing like Dean was giving him, Kyle couldn't hold back for long, he started shooting... one squirt... Dean gulped it down... then two and three... Dean gulped even more... then four, five, six, seven. Dean felt some trying to escape and quickly gulped down and caught the few drops before they got away... then eight, and nine, and ten, he just kept gulping and swallowing. A few drops of cum dripped down the corners of his mouth, overflow form the man that Dean's mouth couldn't contain. Dean's tongue flickered out and lapped it up unconsciously, but Kyle noticed.
 
Sexually spent for the moment, Kyle pulled the two boys up beside him, one on either side, and took turns tongue kissing them. He detected the aftertaste of semen in Dean's mouth, and almost instantly his prick began to stiffen, t dawned on him that this had been the biggest orgasm he had in a long time, and this sweet, smooth 14 year old boy had drunk it all down. Kyle began to stroke his rod, still gaining stiffness, always keeping his tongue in one of the boys' mouths.
 
Kyle turned to Dean and whispered in his ear, "Do you wanna watch me fuck your little brother? I'll do him real good..."
 
"No, please!” Dean exclaimed, puling away. “He's too little, you'll tear him apart. Please don't... Please, I'll do anything." Dean babbled endlessly begging Kyle not to skewer his little brother on what looked like a killer piece of meat.
 
Dean's pleading gave him an idea, "You're other choice, kid, is letting him watch me fuck you. What's it gonna be? Your little ass getting fucked, or his. Either way one of you is taking it.”
 
Dean's mind began to fill with pictures of his little brother impaled on Kyle's cock, begging for mercy, blood erupting from the boy's asshole. Only a few seconds of that convinced him that he himself was more capable of taking a cock up the ass than his brother. Tears welling in his eyes, he
turned to Kyle, "I'd rather you do me," he said in the bravest tone he could muster. “I can take it.”
 
Seeing how frightened the boy was, and realizing that the fear was going to make for a mighty tight asshole, he tried to calm the boy, "Don't worry, kid, I'm gonna lube up real good, so it won't hurt bad, and you won't bleed." Kyle preached on in his best Mr. Rogers voice, now reaching into the
pocket off his pants crumpled on the floor to fumble for the tube of lube he always carried for just such an emergency.
 
Dean looked on in fear, no longer crying on the outside, but really freaking out on the inside. He watched as Kyle rubbed the lube over his ever-growing cock. He wondered if it would ever stop growing, it now looked twice as big as it had seemed when he had sucked it dry only a few minutes earlier. Kyle placed Dean's hand on his rod and Dean dutifully jacked it, gently, rubbing the lube in really good. He could feel Kyle's cock throbbing, swelling up over and over, and knew that Kyle must be very excited about this; Dean's cock began to stiffen as he stroked longer and harder. He was ashamed by the fact. “Why am I getting so turned on when there's a guy with a knife raping me?” The confusion in his mind brought him to stop the jerking motion on Kyle's tool, which Kyle took as his cue to mount up. He shifted his body around so that he was poised above Dean's now quivering form. Seeing the fear, he thought of what he might do to allay it. After all, this may have started out as a chance to make John Winchester pay, but he suddenly had a better idea.
 
Kyle took Dean's hand in his own and applied a bit of the lube to Dean's middle finger, greasing it real good. Then he shifted Sammy's tiny frame around so that Dean had easy access to Sammy's ass. "Stick your finger in him, all the way."
 
Dean looked back at Kyle, as if to beg not to be made to administer this torture to his own brother, "Please, you can fuck me all you want, just don't make me hurt him." Dean's tears began to flow again.
 
"I'm not gonna make you hurt him; that's why I'm making you do this. I want you to see how much he likes it, my cock is gonna be a little more to take up your hole than your finger will be in his, but you'll see how much he goes for it. I'm not gonna ask again. Either you stick him with your little finger, or I'll stick him with this." Kyle held his cock tightly, slapping it on Dean's balls to remind him of its girth.
 
Dean's mind returned to those visions of his brother's blood stained asshole, and he reluctantly obeyed Kyle. He slowly began to slip his finger into Sammy's rump, burying to the first knuckle, then the second. To his surprise, what Kyle had said was true, Sammy winced at first, the pleasure-pain being too much for him, but now that the finger had invaded his hole deeply, he began to writhe to and fro, working the finger in and out, side to side, moaning as loudly as he had when he was getting blown earlier. At Kyle's prodding, Dean began to finger-fuck Sammy, the moaning and writhing now reaching orgasmic levels. Dean looked on in amazement as his brother began tugging his own pecker fiercely, seeming to enjoy the anal invader which now dug to new depths.
 
"See how he likes it, mine's gonna hurt more going in than your finger did on him, but it's still gonna feel good once I work it into you." Kyle smiled slyly, applying more lube to his cock to replace what had dripped away and what had soaked in; he worked some into Dean's asshole, not yet penetrating the tight little ring, wanting his cock to be the first invader Dean ever felt up his ass.
 
Dean's mind began to wander again, as it so often did in times of stress, he wondered if the fucking he was about to receive actually would feel as good as the one Sammy was getting now. He looked in awe at the size of Kyle's throbbing monster and simply could not believe that it would fit somewhere in his tight little hole without ripping something inside... he told himself over and over that he was doing this to protect Sammy, so no matter how much it hurt, even if he began to bleed, he had to continue taking the cock... Once again Kyle interrupted Dean's thoughts as he pressed his cockhead insistently against the opening to Dean's tight little rectum...
 
"Okay, I'm gonna stick it in now... it's gonna hurt like hell at first, but you'll get used to it after a few seconds, okay? If you think you're bleeding or anything, tell me and I'll check you out, got it? This is gonna hurt, here, chew on your fucking jockeys so you don't scream or nothing," Kyle shoved his underpants into Dean's mouth.
 
Dean braced himself for the agony he knew was to come, groping the headboard of the bed tightly, closing his eyes, and expecting the worst. Then it happened, Kyle pushed slowly inside, and Dean felt like he was on fire, like if someone had filled his rectum with kerosene and set it ablaze while still inside him. He had worked with pain before, his dad drilling in the fact that he needed to work past the pain no matter what was happening. He winced, as Sammy had at the first entry of the probing finger, and thought that as Sammy had adjusted quickly, he would, too. But he was wrong. Kyle's cock was a huge strain on the walls of Dean's virgin butt, and the burning went on for several minutes, then as Dean's asshole began to dilate, the pleasure set in. Dean began to understand why Sammy was moaning and writhing so, and began to do so himself.
 
Picking  up on the physical cues from Dean, Kyle assumed that he could fuck the boy a bit more aggressively now. For fear of rupturing the boy, he only allowed three inches of his cock to go inside, but as Dean's body began to gyrate, more was working its way in. He saw the look of pleasure on Dean's face, and decided to have a little fun, "Hey, Dean boy, you look like you might want me to quit... Is that what you want, you want me to pull outta you and go do your brother over here?" Kyle smiled arrogantly, knowing the mixed emotions the boy was feeling.
 
Dean's mind raced, "No, no, don't do that, "he spouted, partly for fear of the harm to his brother, and partly because the new feelings this anal attack was bringing forth were too good to give up.
 
"No, I think you want me to quit and go fuck him. If you really don't want me to, you'll have to convince me, no beg me not to stop fucking you.”
 
"Please don't stop fucking me," Dean erupted, doing his best to push the jockey shorts out of his mouth with his tongue, repeating verbatim what he had been told.
 
"I'm not convinced, I didn't say tell me what I told you, beg me not to stop, in your own words. Tell me how much you want my cock in you... I'm about to quit, you better convince me quick, boy..."
 
Dean's mind wandered back to every porn he had seen living in motel rooms. He started to sift through all the screams he had heard from the woman getting "porked," and began to spew them, replacing "pussy" with "ass" as he went... "Oh, god, fuck the shit out of me... do me, yeah... fuck me like your goddamned whore... screw me like the bitch I am... fill my ass all the way..."
 
Kyle sat back enjoying the begging the boy was giving him, expecting that the kid was just repeating something he had heard elsewhere, not actually meaning what he said. "I said, fuck me all the way," Dean screamed again, this time looking Kyle straight in the face, a look of urgency telling Kyle that this boy, now obviously won over, wanted more cock up his ass. Kyle obliged him, burying his cock up in the boy in one animal thrust. The boy screamed, the jockey's that had been hanging from his mouth now expelled completely. A look of pain and pleasure covered Dean's face, he wanted to tell Kyle to stop, that he didn't like the things Kyle was doing, but his body was out of control. Dean began writhing more madly, backing his asshole over Kyle's cock, forcing it all the way in with every thrust, never wanting it to leave him again.
 
Dean took his own prick in his hands, now harder and fatter than it had ever been before, and began to jack it. Almost instantly, he shot a wad on his belly, but his cock stayed rock hard, and he continued to jerk himself fiercely, backing into Kyle all the while. For a moment Dean's mind wandered back to Sammy, whom he had been finger-fucking the whole time, he glanced over and saw that Sammy was still writhing with as much fervor as he had before, now covered with sweat, his hair matted with it. Dean looked at Sammy's tummy, it had a pool of cum on it, and the boy continued jacking himself even more. Dean decided to give his brother more pleasure, and worked another finger into Sammy's hot, waiting ass. Sammy winced again, this time letting out a yelp. Dean wondered if he had put too much into the boy, but when Sammy began to scoot himself back on the bed, impaling himself completely on the two fingers lodged securely in his rectum, Dean knew he had done the right thing...
 
Kyle looked over at the pleasure Dean was giving Sammy, looked at the cum on Sammy's belly, looked at Dean's face, seemingly immersed in total euphoria, looked at the puddle of cum on Dean's belly... "Okay boys, I told you I'd teach you how to eat cum," Kyle interjected between his own moans of pleasure and panting, "wipe the cum onto your hands and lick it off."
 
He didn't have to ask twice, both boys were so caught up in the throws of passion that they'd have done anything Kyle told them. They each licked their hands clean, then returned to jerking themselves...
 
"Did you like the taste better this time, just remember that good boys who eat cum get fucked more often." Kyle smiled that same sly smile, knowing that the boys, who obviously had a predisposition towards anal sex, would do anything to get more up their butts. "Give Sammy another finger, Dean, he looks like he's plenty loose enough to take it..."
 
Without missing a beat Dean shoved another finger into Sammy's hot hole. As before, Sammy winced... This time the sheer pleasure-pain was too much for him. He came instantly, a gusher of boycum, and without being told again, he licked his hand clean, and returned to jerking. Seeing this, Kyle decided to give Dean something more, inserting one of his own fingers into Dean's asshole, next to his dick... Dean squealed, and Kyle quickly covered his mouth to mask the screams, He began to remove the finger, fearing he had done more than the boy could take, but Dean's twitching cock spitting wad after wad of thick cum, which Dean dutifully ate, told him that all was well. The boy was a born bottom, not just physically but the boy seemed to be getting off on the punishment.
 
Dean's moans of pleasure grew louder, as he writhed more fiercely, so Kyle inserted yet another finger, and as before, Dean's cock began to spasm and shoot boyjuice all over, this time making it to Dean's face it shot so hard. Dean cleaned up every bit, wiping all he could onto his fingers, licking them clean, then licking his mouth to get the cum that had fallen there... He was in heaven, and wanted Sammy to join him. He rammed another finger into Sammy's ass, seeing this, Kyle instantly clamped a hand over Sammy's mouth, masking the scream, and watched gleefully as Sammy's pecker shot a thin stream of juice... This time Sammy offered his cum-covered fingers to his brother to eat, and Dean gladly obliged...
 
"Oh, fuck, it's cummin' guys, it's cummin'... I can't hold it back... let's all cum together..." Kyle reached down and positioned another finger to insert into Dean, then with his other hand reached over and placed one at the entrance to Sammy, ramming both in unison. The wails of the boys made Kyle begin to cream instantly, with Dean starting immediately afterward... he looked over to see Sammy's juices flowing, shooting in the air. Kyle pulled his cock from Dean's ass, now losing its stiffness, without even thinking, Dean rolled over toward his brother, licking the boy's cock and balls and belly and chest and face and everything else totally clean. He wanted more cum, he wanted Kyle's cum, he thought to himself... he wanted to clean Kyle's dick for him...
 
Panting, Kyle looked at the boys, now staring back at him more adoringly than ever. Their fear was gone, and all they wanted was more sex. Kyle knew what they wanted. "Sorry, guys, I'm not quite as young as you guys, it's gonna take me a few minutes to get it back up. Dean, why don't you fuck
Sammy?"
 
Sammy's eyes lit up at the thought of Dean's dick rending his tight little hole. Dean's grinned, he would fuck Sammy like Kyle had fucked him. Dean's cock stood at full attention in spite of the multiple orgasms he had had this afternoon as he lubed it up, watching Sammy positioning himself for the fuck he so desired.
 
"I want you to do it to me from behind, like the lady in the movie was getting," Sammy begged, turning away from his brother and getting on all fours. He spread his ass cheeks apart, his asshole already expectantly dilating, waiting for whatever Dean wanted to stick inside him...
 
Dean positioned himself behind the boy, cock in hand, and began to slide in. Sammy winced, let out a slight whimper, then backed his little ass into Dean's body, their balls slamming together. Sammy didn't want this pussyfooting around, slowly working the dick in he wanted his brother to fuck him for all he was worth. Dean began to pump his rod. Dean was mesmerized by the sheen of sweat on his little brother's back as Sammy pushed back into each thrust. Dean would have thought that Sammy was too fragile for a fuck this hard but as Sam turned around and ordered Dean to fuck him harder, he was shocked how much he had underestimated his brother.
 
“Oh god Dean...” Sam panted, his body shaking in place. Dean reached under Sammy's thin frame and felt for any cock juice that might still be there, on the sheets under Sammy's still spasming prick. Dean found a bit and licked it from his hand... He looked over at Kyle, who was now fully erect again. Kyle seemed to be shifting toward Sammy's mouth, offering his cock for cleaning and sucking.
 
“Let me?” Dean asked, looking at the man's cock hungrily.
 
Kyle smiled at the thought that this boy was willing to eat his own ass spunk just to get a cock in his mouth. He couldn't resist the little bugger, and moved toward him, standing up on the bed so that his cock loomed in Dean's face. Dean enveloped it, this time letting it slip into the back of his throat .The cum and the fact that it was a big man-sized cock in his mouth made up for it... As he sucked anxiously, he heard Sammy now begging for more in his ass, so Dean reached down, about to slip in a finger, then decided to cut to the chase, he rammed a finger into Sammy's ass right next to his own cock. The boy let out a wail so loud and so heartfelt that it could have woke the dead in New Jersey. Dean quickly spit the cock from his mouth and looked down at the boy's hole, expecting blood to be gushing, but instead found that after letting out his wail, Sammy had returned to fucking back onto Dean's cock and finger.
 
"More, oh god... fuck it more... oh, please, I need more." Sammy continued to wail.
 
Kyle smiled slyly, beginning to lube himself again, at first Dean thought that Kyle was going to fuck Sammy instead. Kyle rolled Sammy over onto his back, careful not to dislodge the cock and fingers he so loved, and poised himself above Sammy's upturned ass, still being reamed fiercely by his
brother. Kyle slowly began to lower himself, pressing against Sammy's already full hole, and finally breaking the entrance, his long, full cock now moving all the way in with little resistance. Hearing another blood curdling wail from Sammy, Kyle quickly reached around and covered the boy's mouth... Sammy began to writhe and moan and cum over and over until finally, Dean let go his wad in the boy's tight hole. It felt like a white hot enema searing the inside of Sammy's bottom, moving all the way up his intestines, into his stomach up his throat, he felt it everywhere, and he wanted to feel it again when Kyle shot his load, but that wasn't meant to be. Dean quickly jerked Kyle by the arm, flinging him from Sammy's ass to the bed and began to suck frantically, begging with his throat muscles for a few drops of the cum he was now hungry for. Kyle moaned loudly, having to p;ace his hand over his own mouth to stifle the sounds of pleasure. He felt the cum building in his balls, almost too much to take...
 
"When I cum you boys have to share it, you hear that Dean, you let Sammy have some, too." Kyle watched as a smile found its way to Sammy's face as he moved toward Kyle's cock to claim the drink of cum he had been promised. The pressure building in Kyle began to rise too much to handle, and the first drops of Kyle's cum began to come out, then the streams of white hot ooze started to shoot into Dean's mouth. He collected it all, as Sammy looked on, annoyed that his brother was not sharing as he'd been told to. Then, as the last squirt filled Dean's mouth to the point where he could hold no more, he turned to his brother, grabbed the back of his head, pulled him closer, and laid on him a french kiss like no other. Dean pushed some of the cum he had collected into Sammy's mouth along with his tongue, and Sammy sent some back, then more from Dean. For nearly five full minutes the two boys lay their sharing the cum and their own saliva, their tongues swimming together in the delicious pool of sperm provided by Kyle. Kyle looked on intently, the two boys still kissing lovingly though the cum was all swallowed, stroking one another's hair, rubbing their cocks together. Now it was his mind that wandered thinking of the gold mine that he had stumbled onto. These two boys wanted cock so badly, sucking, fucking, anything...and Kyle knew there were more than a few demons that would kill for the chance to fuck John Winchester's boys.