Meat Puppet

Sorry, got a little bummed out when it felt like no one was reading, Reading or not, I did want to finish the story. For those out there reading, I'm sorry for the delay. Here's the last chapter.

Wendell’s cock was enormous, even flaccid. Longer than it should be, thicker than Meg could imagine, it hung between wiry legs inches from him.

“Creates problems,” Wendell said casually, slurring as he knelt on the mattress with his trousers opened.

“Really?” Meg drawled, unimpressed. Humans always think theirs was bigger.

Someone left their keys in an old 1986 Volkswagen back in Westin. Meg drove it to Twin Lakes. The demon was sick and tired trading Sammy’s ass for rides. It checked itself in as Ritchie Sambora and scoped out the bars.

It smelled a hunter right away. They carry a certain smell of banishing herbs, gun oil, and musky sweat. The hunter was alone, nursing a beer, eying the crowd until his eyes fell on him.

Apparently, Sammy boy was famous enough for the hunter to recognize him. Meg noted though that the flare of lust didn’t completely die when Wendell made the connection. A few drinks, some subtle hints, and Meg found itself nose deep in Steve Wendell’s crotch. Pathetic. A few deep sucks and Wendell was done.

An hour later, Meg lay naked on the bed, giving Stevie an eyeful.

“Sammy Winchester,” Wendell leered. “Never figured one of John’s boys would be such a slut. Always figured Dean, not you, boy.”

Meg smiled coyly. Yes, Dean would be easy to convince to tumble into bed. It stroked Sam’s cock, wondering how much convincing big brother would need to tumble into bed with Sammy. It sighed deep in his throat, thinking how good it would feel to pound Sam’s cock into Dean’s sweet ass. Meg doubted Dean was a virgin to this, but oh, the look on his face as his little brother fucked him through the mattress.

Sam’s cock twitched under his hands.

Wendell caught it and smirked. He traced a line down Sam’s outstretched arms and legs. He cupped his own crotch, his dick engorged again, the tip red to the point of purple. “Too big for anyone to handle really.” Wendell’s eyes raked over Sam’s stretched body. “Not many could take it all in. Shame.”

Meg resisted rolling his eyes.

Wendell loomed over Meg. Suddenly, Meg threw his head back, groaning when Wendell pushed through his massive cock without warning. Fuck, Wendell wasn’t bragging. It felt like a bat was pushing through Sam’s hole. It was just how it looked; too thick to penetrate, too long to be fully sheathed. But Wendell persisted, holding Sam’s hips down as the older man inch by inch forced his way into Sam’s body.

There was only laughter when Meg grimaced out in agony. Wendell was too big. It won’t fit him. The hunter was going to tear him apart. Wendell just kept pushing; grinding Sam’s prostrate with the head of his cock.

It was clear it wouldn’t fit anymore; a good three inches left and thick as two engorged cocks, the purpling vein throbbing like a snake into his opening. Wendell began to slowly rock in and out of Sam, each thrust he tried to get even deeper.

Meg gasped; everything below his waist was on fire, molten fire burning between his legs. The older hunter persisted, talking to Sam as if they were sharing a cup of coffee than trying to fuck Sam into the mattress. The cock slowly burned its way inside; the demon could feel the abused entrance tearing, newly healed wounds opening and stung as the sweaty cock persisted in drilling into the young man.

Wendell didn’t have much restraint; a few hard thrusts and he came pretty quickly. His cum filled Sam’s ass over and over until Sam’s rectum couldn’t hold it all in anymore. Cum spurted out of the torn hole with each thrust.

Meg grunted. It didn’t care what was going on down there any more. He could hear Wendell talking; saying how his ass was perfect, how big his cock must feel up Sam’s ass. It didn’t matter to him. It turned its attention within, listening to Sam cursing at Meg.

Such a mouth, Sammy boy, Meg thought, grunting as one hard thrust from Wendell lifted him off the mattress. Damn, that one hurt. He could see spittle at the corner of Wendell’s mouth as he pounded. There was a lustful gleam in his eyes. Bastard was actually drooling.

We’re going to send you back to Hell, Sam promised. His voice, trapped inside his own head, could only alternate from cursing at Meg, to crying out in agony as Wendell tore him with his clumsy and overeager lust.

Meg frowned to itself as Wendell’s next burst of cum stung inside before he pulled out. Stupid hunter. Meg didn’t want the older hunter to damage Sam too much. There was so much it still wanted to do with its meat puppet. More importantly, see the light in Dean Winchester’s eyes fade. Maybe after it fucked Dean using Sam. It grinned to itself, imaging the look of pain and betrayal when Sam’s cock tore through him.

Sam swore heatedly that he would never hurt Dean. Yeah, like the boy can stop it.

Just enjoy the ride, Sammy boy. Might as well enjoy it. I am.

“Nooo!” Sam howled as coarse fingers dug into his ass, then the thumb popping in along with a bony wrist. Five fingers gloved inside him, wiggling before promptly curling into a fist inside him. Meg groaned as it felt the dry fist punch him from the inside, ramming into the prostate, forcing Sam to endure his cock hardening in the impossible pain. The demon could feel Sam clawing his way up to the surface.

Wendell took great delight in watching a now awakened Sam try to break free, his hand deep inside that tight ass halfway up to his elbow. He repositioned himself to penetrate Sam’s ass and grinned as Sam desperately tried to close his legs, blocking the huge cock from pushing pass the pistoning fist to let himself be jerked off by Wendell from the inside.

“No, no!”

The demon clamped down control of Sam’s voice, sneering from inside as Sam’s face twisted in agony, mouth opened in a silent scream. Arms flailed as Sam tried to twist free, but all the injuries Meg let happen to his body began to eat away his strength. Sam weakened as he felt blood and cum flow out of his ass with each thrust of the combined cock and fist, stretching Sam to such pain, the demon literally thought it felt Sam tear, rip inside.

Nothing could get through to Wendell; the more Sam fought, the harder he rammed into the young body.

This was fucking delicious. Meg growled while Sam twisted, writhed as he sobbed; he was bleeding too much to fight past the agony and Meg. Meg cooed to Sam to take a nap and took over, grunting as Wendell pulled out his hand. Damn, Meg had hoped for a little more play time. It’ll have to remember that one for Deano.

“Boy, that was one amazing fuck,” Wendell panted. He was still inside Sam’s ass.

Meg looked at Wendell coolly, disliking him more and more. Whether because he was a hunter or that he was a clumsy, crude, fucker Meg wasn’t sure.

“You done?” Meg rasped. Damn, his throat felt like Sam had screamed his lungs out.

Wendell darkened at the annoyed tone. “No,” he hissed. “I’m not done, Winchester. Don’t go talking to me like nothing. Boy, I was a hunter before your daddy knew how to shoot a gun.”

Yeah, yeah, blah blah. Meg wiggled, trying to pull off the cock that felt like it was overstuffing Sam.

Wendell growled and pushed in deeper. “No. You’re done when I say we’re done.”

Meg clenched his ass around Wendell’s flaccid cock. “Feels like you are, old man.” Meg grunted when Wendell backhanded him and slammed bodily against him.
And then…

“Piece of shit,” snarled Meg, trying to use his elbows to pull himself away. A heated stink inside spurred more curses out of the demon. Warm, salty liquid filled Sam’s ass then trickled out. Bastard was pissing into him. “Fuck you!” Now, the demon was truly mad. It was his body to screw with, not Wendell’s. Meg swung a fist at the hunter, grimacing as Wendell kept pushing, his dick filling and scorching Sam’s rectum with his urine.

“I think you’re confused with who’s doing the fucking, boy.” Wendell laughed before he began thrusting again, his dick hardening again in Sam’s stinging ass.

It was easier to hold Sam down inside; his voice a mix of pain, panic, and horrified tears. It hurt too much and Sam screamed for death; to him, to Meg, to Wendell, he never said.

Wendell finished an hour later, grunting uncaring when Meg punched him angrily. He sat back on the bed, nursing his jaw, watching as Meg stood up shakily and tried to get dress. His thighs were streaked with blood, cum, and piss. Meg fumed as it realized Sam’s body has reached its limits thanks to the older hunter. It staggered, bowlegged, to the car before Wendell did more damage to Meg’s toy.

“Say hi to your brother for me, boy.” Wendell sneered, not getting up from the bed. “Too bad I can’t get a chance to say hi to your daddy, too.”

Meg just staggered out with a snarl. Shit, Sam burned in his ass, between his legs. Meg could feel cum and blood soaking his boxers.

It wasn’t like it cared for Sam, but Meg preferred a working body than try to animate a dead one. It shouldn’t have let Wendell get so carried away. Meg fumed as it got to the gas station. It threw a fit at the cashier and even the beer and smokes barely dent its rage.

Bastard Wendell. Meg could feel the burning still in his ass. Sitting in the car proved to be a surprising discomfort. Stupid human body. They bleed and break too easily. You sometimes didn’t even need to make them bleed to torture them.

Hm.

Meg steered his car back the old road again. It stared at Wendell’s house with a sly smile. Meg thought Dean finding out what a slut his precious baby brother was would be fun to watch. But what if Sam killed?

The smile grew. Hm…maybe it didn’t need to ram Sam’s dick up Dean’s ass to watch that smug look on Dean’s face fade.

The alarms were pathetic and Wendell didn’t even hear the window break. The hunter was dressed and out like a light in front of his tv. The musky stench of his cum told Meg what he was probably watching.

It felt satisfying when Wendell roused and confused panic filled his eyes when he saw Sam standing over him.

The blade glinted dully against his throat. Wendell paled when black filled Sam’s eyes. Meg could see the “Oh shit” in them.

“Just wanted to say,” Meg crooned, looming over the paralyzed hunter. “Daddy says howdy.”

The End

Next…the aftermath of BUABS…the boys run into some of Sam/Meg’s old friends.