Meat Puppet
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,426
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Meat Puppet
Green eyes turned black as he surveyed himself on the full length mirror. He was naked, tall, lean and smirking at himself.
“Sammy, Sammy,” he murmured to the reflection. “Who knew under all those baggy shirts you had such a fuckable body?” He sighed. “If I knew back then, I would have my devas hold back until I fucked my fill first.
Meg sneered at the body it was currently residing. It touched itself, curling a hand on the limp cock. Meg wanted to see how far it could have its way with Sam’s body it possessed when the hunter went to the restroom at the burger joint. Poor Dean was probably flipping out right now wondering where his darling, sweet, Sammy was.
It jacked off in front of the mirror. It watched Sam’s cock twitched in his fists. Both fists yanking and pulling as hard as it can, to the point of pain, jerking off so hard, his hips kept thrusting out with each yank. The cock hardened, pre-cum beading on its tip when Meg stopped. It held the base of Sam’s cock with two fingers. Meg didn’t want to make Sam come yet.
Searching around, Meg smiled with Sam’s lush mouth as it sighted the revolver on the table. Sam had it with him when Meg took over. Not that it helped. Sam Winchester fought, writhing on the bathroom floor like he had a seizure, but he succumbed soon enough.
Taking the gun, Meg was tempted to load it too, but no, it didn’t want to end its fun so soon. Meg opened his mouth and slipped the barrel in. It sucked it until saliva dripped down from it. Smiling, humming, Meg parted his legs and pressed the gun onto Sam’s tight entrance.
It took some doing. Meg relied on the mirror to guide the gun until finally, the muscular ring stretched and slowly let the gun barrel in.
Meg sighed in Sam’s deep voice as it felt the cold metal force itself up the rectum.
It was a tight fit and the burning sensation made Meg smile.
“How you like that, Sammy?” Meg cooed to the reflection. Pain brought involuntary tears to Sam’s eyes and it looked weird streaming down the smug smile.
The barrel slid up and down quickly. Meg placed one hand on the door that the mirror hung from. Leaning on it, Meg parted Sam’s legs further. It looked at the mirror. Sam’s ass jutted out, the gun going in and out of Sam’s reddened hole.
It felt good. Meg kept shoving the gun up deep, groaning as the cold hard metal stabbed at the prostate. Meg reached down with his other hand and with two fingers, pinched Sam’s cock on the base.
Sam’s hips jerked as Meg moved the gun deeper and deeper. Sam’s cock was purpling, so achingly hard. Finally, Meg pushed up the gun so deep, it tore the swollen ring. Meg released Sam’s cock. It came so far, Sam’s cum sprayed out to the mirror. Meg released the gun, clenched Sam’s butt to keep it in and grabbed the swollen cock with both hands. It pulled and pulled until it forced Sam to come again and again. It stared at the reflection; the gun bobbing frantically out of Sam’s ass, blood trickling down long legs, Sam’s cock in his double fists, red and oozing as Meg kept tugging and pulling until it couldn’t come anymore and clear fluid spurted out weakly from the red tip.
Meg stood there, panting, staring at Sam’s naked body. It pulled the gun out of Sam’s ass, groaning at the burn as it slipped out. Meg wiped the bloody barrel on Sam’s bare stomach, lazily tossing it on the bed. Meg stared at the mirror. It ran Sam’s hands up pale inner thighs and smeared the blood. It liked the way Sam looked and twisted around to see all sides. Meg fingered the bleeding ass.
It felt good; the gun scrapping against the prostate, burning as the gun rammed up Sam’s ass. Meg could feel Sam stirring inside, confused. Sam grew horrified when he realized he was deep inside his mind, pain all over his body. Meg let him stay for a few moments before slamming the darkness over the terrified hunter.
Meg smiled again. It looked at the blood smeared all over Sam’s body, the painful burn
radiating out of his ass, the throbbing ache on his dick.
Meg laughed as it stroke Sam’s cock. The demon wondered what else it could do.
“Oh, Sammy,” Meg murmured. “We are going to have so much fun.”
“Sammy, Sammy,” he murmured to the reflection. “Who knew under all those baggy shirts you had such a fuckable body?” He sighed. “If I knew back then, I would have my devas hold back until I fucked my fill first.
Meg sneered at the body it was currently residing. It touched itself, curling a hand on the limp cock. Meg wanted to see how far it could have its way with Sam’s body it possessed when the hunter went to the restroom at the burger joint. Poor Dean was probably flipping out right now wondering where his darling, sweet, Sammy was.
It jacked off in front of the mirror. It watched Sam’s cock twitched in his fists. Both fists yanking and pulling as hard as it can, to the point of pain, jerking off so hard, his hips kept thrusting out with each yank. The cock hardened, pre-cum beading on its tip when Meg stopped. It held the base of Sam’s cock with two fingers. Meg didn’t want to make Sam come yet.
Searching around, Meg smiled with Sam’s lush mouth as it sighted the revolver on the table. Sam had it with him when Meg took over. Not that it helped. Sam Winchester fought, writhing on the bathroom floor like he had a seizure, but he succumbed soon enough.
Taking the gun, Meg was tempted to load it too, but no, it didn’t want to end its fun so soon. Meg opened his mouth and slipped the barrel in. It sucked it until saliva dripped down from it. Smiling, humming, Meg parted his legs and pressed the gun onto Sam’s tight entrance.
It took some doing. Meg relied on the mirror to guide the gun until finally, the muscular ring stretched and slowly let the gun barrel in.
Meg sighed in Sam’s deep voice as it felt the cold metal force itself up the rectum.
It was a tight fit and the burning sensation made Meg smile.
“How you like that, Sammy?” Meg cooed to the reflection. Pain brought involuntary tears to Sam’s eyes and it looked weird streaming down the smug smile.
The barrel slid up and down quickly. Meg placed one hand on the door that the mirror hung from. Leaning on it, Meg parted Sam’s legs further. It looked at the mirror. Sam’s ass jutted out, the gun going in and out of Sam’s reddened hole.
It felt good. Meg kept shoving the gun up deep, groaning as the cold hard metal stabbed at the prostate. Meg reached down with his other hand and with two fingers, pinched Sam’s cock on the base.
Sam’s hips jerked as Meg moved the gun deeper and deeper. Sam’s cock was purpling, so achingly hard. Finally, Meg pushed up the gun so deep, it tore the swollen ring. Meg released Sam’s cock. It came so far, Sam’s cum sprayed out to the mirror. Meg released the gun, clenched Sam’s butt to keep it in and grabbed the swollen cock with both hands. It pulled and pulled until it forced Sam to come again and again. It stared at the reflection; the gun bobbing frantically out of Sam’s ass, blood trickling down long legs, Sam’s cock in his double fists, red and oozing as Meg kept tugging and pulling until it couldn’t come anymore and clear fluid spurted out weakly from the red tip.
Meg stood there, panting, staring at Sam’s naked body. It pulled the gun out of Sam’s ass, groaning at the burn as it slipped out. Meg wiped the bloody barrel on Sam’s bare stomach, lazily tossing it on the bed. Meg stared at the mirror. It ran Sam’s hands up pale inner thighs and smeared the blood. It liked the way Sam looked and twisted around to see all sides. Meg fingered the bleeding ass.
It felt good; the gun scrapping against the prostate, burning as the gun rammed up Sam’s ass. Meg could feel Sam stirring inside, confused. Sam grew horrified when he realized he was deep inside his mind, pain all over his body. Meg let him stay for a few moments before slamming the darkness over the terrified hunter.
Meg smiled again. It looked at the blood smeared all over Sam’s body, the painful burn
radiating out of his ass, the throbbing ache on his dick.
Meg laughed as it stroke Sam’s cock. The demon wondered what else it could do.
“Oh, Sammy,” Meg murmured. “We are going to have so much fun.”