Daddy's Boy
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
21,787
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Daddy's Boy
Warning: Non-consenual incest with a minor. If this bothers you, don't read.
Don't own them, don't make money from them. Also don't appreciate anyone using a review to tell me I forgot to say that. Some people just aren't happy unless they bitch about something.
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John loved both his boys differently.
Dean he loved for his prowess as a hunter, for his obedience, for his ability to get the job done without asking questions. Dean was his soldier.
Sam was different. He loved Sam for the boy's gentle nature, for his sharp mind and for the innocence that he still saw reflected in the kid's eyes. Even now that Sam had just turned 14. But recently, and rather disturbingly, John realized he loved Sam for something else - a something that sent alarming signals flooding his cock with blood at the mere sight of the teenager. A something that sent him into cold showers, masturbating with Sam's name on his lips. A lust that threatened John's every thought until his sleeping and waking were filled with the same thing over and over again. Sam.
And tonight as John sent Dean off to watch a house that John suspected harboured a poltergeist, he knew it was time to make a move.
He waited until Dean left, drinking straight whiskey and wanting to get this out of his system. He was sure it was a one time thing and that once it was over, things would go back to normal. This growing obsession with his youngest son was starting to really distract him. So one hour after Dean had left, John stilled his nerves and ordered Sam into the bedroom.
It was time to get this done. Or rather, to get Sam done.
Sam had no idea what was coming and his face only registed shock when John grabbed him, pulled the boy to him and viciously attacked Sam's mouth. His tongue forcing its way past soft lips, violently mapping out the warm cavern of the teen's mouth. He swallowed the protest as he pulled the boy tightly towards him, pinning Sam against his pounding chest when the kid finally got over his shock and started to struggle.
"Don't." John growled releasing Sam's mouth and then moving down the boy's neck, biting at the tender skin. His cock was hard and aching and he pressed it against Sam's body as he pushed the boy back towards the wall.
"Dad," Sam whimpered, the fear in his voice turning John on even more. "Please... don't." But John didn't listen, his teeth drawing blood as he bit even harder, marking his son for all the world to see. In his lust he wasn't concerned about anything except getting inside Sam. He'd deal with the questions afterwards, confident in his control over Dean.
When Sam continued to struggle, John sighed and released the boy long enough to slam him against the wall. Once, twice, the third time knocked the wind out of the kid and the man had on face down on the bed in moments. Tugging at Sam's jeans, the need to fuck the boy now took over. Foreplay was never his strong suit.
The jeans and boxers resisted and John was running out of patience. Growling, he gave one more hard yank and had them off, the whiteness of Sam's ass a prize as it wriggled on the bed in front of him. All thoughts of everything else shifted to his cock and John didn't even remember removing his own clothes.
"Daddy, no," Sam's voice was desperate but it only increased the need in his father's body as John spread his son's ass cheeks apart and got his first good look at the virgin hole.
"Oh, boy," he moaned, one hand pressing down on Sam's back pinning him to the bed, the other moving teasingly over the hole. He shivered as he saw the little pink muscle quiver, just begging for his dick. "I've been dreaming of this..." he thought about lube but had no more patience for waiting, he wanted this now.
So lining up his thick cockhead at Sam's asshole, John took in the beautiful sight, almost cuming on the spot and then thrust, hard.
Sam screamed as he was inpaled by 12 inches of Winchester cock. John grunted stunned motionless for a moment by just how good this felt. Sam was just so hot and tight. Impossible pleasure ignited in the hunter's loins and he wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven. Even blessed Mary had never felt this good. Mind she hadn't been a virgin when John had taken her in the back of the Impala.
Composing himself quickly, John used his hands to hold Sam's arm down, using the boy to keep himself balanced, then he thanked the devil himself for giving him such a sweet, tight ass, pulled out and thrust back in.
Sam cried, plead with him to stop, whimpered and squirmed as John set up a vicious pace, slamming into the teenager's ass, his dick pistoning in and out at a brutal pace.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah," he grunted as he pounded into his youngest son, his eyes squeezed close and his body already sweat slicked, he wasn't going to last much longer.
Lowering his mouth to Sam's shoulder, John started to bite again, and suck, enjoying the sound of his son's pain as his heavy balls slapped into the pale ass, spanking Sam with each thrust.
"Oh God," he moaned as he felt himself building up. There was no way this could be a one shot deal. No way. Because even as he came, he knew he needed to know how Sam looked with 12 inches of cock down his throat and his nose pressed against John's pubic hair. He also wanted to see his son's face the next time he slammed home. And to hear what kind of noises the boy would make when his father's fingers stroked his prostrate.
Cumming hard, John bit down hard enough to draw blood again, and in his orgasmic bliss loved the taste of his son.
Oh no, this was only the beginning. Pulling out of his trembling son, John flipped the boy over and grinned.
"Ready for round two, Sammy?" he asked but didn't wait for a answer. After all Sam had a dick to suck.
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When Dean got back the next morning he knew something had changed between his father and Sam, he just didn't know what. But once he got a good look at his pale faced brother and saw the ring of bruises on the boy's throat and shoulder, he felt something cold go through him as a memory assaulted his mind.
He remembered seeing those exact same marks on his mother all the time. And when he'd asked about them, his mother had just smiled and said, "That's just your dadddy's way of marking what's his." But now, with an adult mind, Dean realized what they really were and all the blood drained out of his face as he knew then what had changed. His father was fucking his baby brother.
Dean sat down heavily on the chair. Around him, his father whistled as he make scrambled eggs for them all. The man was obviously very happy and in a great mood, something Dean couldn't remember seeing him in in a very long time. He turned his attention back to his quiet brother and was sure he knew the reason why. John Winchester had obviously been in need of a good fuck. And apparently Dean's little brother was that.
Weighing everything around in his mind, Dean bit his lip and wondered if it would make him a bad brother if he pretended he didn't know. After all, Dean made sacrifices all the time for his family, was it so bad if Sam actually had to make one?
When his father placed the food in front of Dean and actually ruffled his hair affectionately, the young hunter picked up his fork and thoughtfully shoved a mouthful of eggs into his mouth.
Not ready to make a rash decision, he decided he'd have to give this some more thought.
The End
Don't own them, don't make money from them. Also don't appreciate anyone using a review to tell me I forgot to say that. Some people just aren't happy unless they bitch about something.
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John loved both his boys differently.
Dean he loved for his prowess as a hunter, for his obedience, for his ability to get the job done without asking questions. Dean was his soldier.
Sam was different. He loved Sam for the boy's gentle nature, for his sharp mind and for the innocence that he still saw reflected in the kid's eyes. Even now that Sam had just turned 14. But recently, and rather disturbingly, John realized he loved Sam for something else - a something that sent alarming signals flooding his cock with blood at the mere sight of the teenager. A something that sent him into cold showers, masturbating with Sam's name on his lips. A lust that threatened John's every thought until his sleeping and waking were filled with the same thing over and over again. Sam.
And tonight as John sent Dean off to watch a house that John suspected harboured a poltergeist, he knew it was time to make a move.
He waited until Dean left, drinking straight whiskey and wanting to get this out of his system. He was sure it was a one time thing and that once it was over, things would go back to normal. This growing obsession with his youngest son was starting to really distract him. So one hour after Dean had left, John stilled his nerves and ordered Sam into the bedroom.
It was time to get this done. Or rather, to get Sam done.
Sam had no idea what was coming and his face only registed shock when John grabbed him, pulled the boy to him and viciously attacked Sam's mouth. His tongue forcing its way past soft lips, violently mapping out the warm cavern of the teen's mouth. He swallowed the protest as he pulled the boy tightly towards him, pinning Sam against his pounding chest when the kid finally got over his shock and started to struggle.
"Don't." John growled releasing Sam's mouth and then moving down the boy's neck, biting at the tender skin. His cock was hard and aching and he pressed it against Sam's body as he pushed the boy back towards the wall.
"Dad," Sam whimpered, the fear in his voice turning John on even more. "Please... don't." But John didn't listen, his teeth drawing blood as he bit even harder, marking his son for all the world to see. In his lust he wasn't concerned about anything except getting inside Sam. He'd deal with the questions afterwards, confident in his control over Dean.
When Sam continued to struggle, John sighed and released the boy long enough to slam him against the wall. Once, twice, the third time knocked the wind out of the kid and the man had on face down on the bed in moments. Tugging at Sam's jeans, the need to fuck the boy now took over. Foreplay was never his strong suit.
The jeans and boxers resisted and John was running out of patience. Growling, he gave one more hard yank and had them off, the whiteness of Sam's ass a prize as it wriggled on the bed in front of him. All thoughts of everything else shifted to his cock and John didn't even remember removing his own clothes.
"Daddy, no," Sam's voice was desperate but it only increased the need in his father's body as John spread his son's ass cheeks apart and got his first good look at the virgin hole.
"Oh, boy," he moaned, one hand pressing down on Sam's back pinning him to the bed, the other moving teasingly over the hole. He shivered as he saw the little pink muscle quiver, just begging for his dick. "I've been dreaming of this..." he thought about lube but had no more patience for waiting, he wanted this now.
So lining up his thick cockhead at Sam's asshole, John took in the beautiful sight, almost cuming on the spot and then thrust, hard.
Sam screamed as he was inpaled by 12 inches of Winchester cock. John grunted stunned motionless for a moment by just how good this felt. Sam was just so hot and tight. Impossible pleasure ignited in the hunter's loins and he wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven. Even blessed Mary had never felt this good. Mind she hadn't been a virgin when John had taken her in the back of the Impala.
Composing himself quickly, John used his hands to hold Sam's arm down, using the boy to keep himself balanced, then he thanked the devil himself for giving him such a sweet, tight ass, pulled out and thrust back in.
Sam cried, plead with him to stop, whimpered and squirmed as John set up a vicious pace, slamming into the teenager's ass, his dick pistoning in and out at a brutal pace.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah," he grunted as he pounded into his youngest son, his eyes squeezed close and his body already sweat slicked, he wasn't going to last much longer.
Lowering his mouth to Sam's shoulder, John started to bite again, and suck, enjoying the sound of his son's pain as his heavy balls slapped into the pale ass, spanking Sam with each thrust.
"Oh God," he moaned as he felt himself building up. There was no way this could be a one shot deal. No way. Because even as he came, he knew he needed to know how Sam looked with 12 inches of cock down his throat and his nose pressed against John's pubic hair. He also wanted to see his son's face the next time he slammed home. And to hear what kind of noises the boy would make when his father's fingers stroked his prostrate.
Cumming hard, John bit down hard enough to draw blood again, and in his orgasmic bliss loved the taste of his son.
Oh no, this was only the beginning. Pulling out of his trembling son, John flipped the boy over and grinned.
"Ready for round two, Sammy?" he asked but didn't wait for a answer. After all Sam had a dick to suck.
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When Dean got back the next morning he knew something had changed between his father and Sam, he just didn't know what. But once he got a good look at his pale faced brother and saw the ring of bruises on the boy's throat and shoulder, he felt something cold go through him as a memory assaulted his mind.
He remembered seeing those exact same marks on his mother all the time. And when he'd asked about them, his mother had just smiled and said, "That's just your dadddy's way of marking what's his." But now, with an adult mind, Dean realized what they really were and all the blood drained out of his face as he knew then what had changed. His father was fucking his baby brother.
Dean sat down heavily on the chair. Around him, his father whistled as he make scrambled eggs for them all. The man was obviously very happy and in a great mood, something Dean couldn't remember seeing him in in a very long time. He turned his attention back to his quiet brother and was sure he knew the reason why. John Winchester had obviously been in need of a good fuck. And apparently Dean's little brother was that.
Weighing everything around in his mind, Dean bit his lip and wondered if it would make him a bad brother if he pretended he didn't know. After all, Dean made sacrifices all the time for his family, was it so bad if Sam actually had to make one?
When his father placed the food in front of Dean and actually ruffled his hair affectionately, the young hunter picked up his fork and thoughtfully shoved a mouthful of eggs into his mouth.
Not ready to make a rash decision, he decided he'd have to give this some more thought.
The End