The Domination of Dean Winchester

Nathan "Nate" Scott stood outside the bus waiting for the other players to load up. He watched Dean Winchester from across the parking lot as the team's All-State quarterback was being interviewed by several dozen reporters. Dean had, after all, just capped off his high school football career with a blistering win and the state high school football championship. Scott smiled to himself.

Gotta admit it, Dean—you are the best. You're totally awesome on the football field, and—other places. His eyes drifted down the front of Dean' tight football pants. The quarterback had a fabulous package. And, that ass. Oh yeah—you've got a hell of an ass, buddy. The stirring that erupted between his legs and the thoughts that were again running through his mind led him to reach down and give his stiffening cock a few loving, hungry tugs.

"Hey, Nate! Great game." Lucas Scott stepped up beside the award-winning tight end and slapped him on the shoulder.

Nate Scott broke his heated gaze in Dean Winchester's direction and turned to focus on the smiling face of the team's second string quarterback. In his heightened state of excitement from their victory that evening and his thoughts about Dean, Nate found himself suddenly looking at his borther in a different light. Lucas Scott was cute. Really cute. Damn. He's really cute. . . . Almost too cute for his own good. His bright blond hair and hazel eyes added to the junior quarterback's overall 'cute' package.

"Hey, Lucas . Thanks, man. It did go pretty well. . . ." Nate agreed with a broad smile. His mind suddenly clicked onto something else. Lucas , Dean Winchester, his little brother Sam, and he would be sharing a room tonight back at the motel. He reached out and grabbed Lucas 's arm to pull him several feet from anyone else's field of hearing. "I need a favor, Lucas . I'll, um. . . . I'll make it worth your while," he offered in hushed tones.

"Sure, Nate. I'll do anything for you, man. You know that, dude. Just name it," Lucas replied with a faint blush erupting across his cute face. He had a major case of hero worship toward his brother, Nathan Scott. He had an even bigger case of worship for the quarterback standing on the other side of the parking lot—in front of all of those reporters and television cameras. Dean Winchester was his number one idol. He worshiped the ground Dean walked on. Everybody knew it. Everybody teased him about it. Everybody, except—Dean. He went out of his way to include the younger quarterback in as many activities on, and off, the field as possible. He even spent as much time as possible one-on-one with him, helping drill him and prepare him to take over the starting position next year. Made Nathan sick, he never really got along with his brother, even though Lucas never had stopped trying to get alone with him. The starting quarterback had taken him under his wing. He had really taught him a lot—about football in general and about being a quarterback in particular. "Just name it, Nate," he emphasized once again.

"Cool. Tonight—when we're back at the motel. . . ." Nate paused for a moment to look around and make sure that nobody was within earshot. As his eyes once again shifted across the parking lot and focused on the handsome, smiling face of Dean Winchester, the quarterback glanced in his direction. Dean nodded at him. Smiling. Jubilant. Sexy as hell. He shot him a thumb up. Nate grinned hungrily and nodded back as he returned the upraised thumb. He turned his attention back to Lucas "I need you to take a walk for a while tonight, Lucas . A long walk."

"Okay. . . ." Lucas studied his brother curiously. There was a strange tone in his teammate's voice as he made this request. So strange in fact, that it made the little hairs on the back-up quarterback's neck stand on end. Curiosity immediately began running rampantly through his imagination. "Am I allowed to ask why?"

"Me and Sam are gonna rape Mr. All-State Quarterback tonight, Luke ," Nate advised with a nod in Dean Winchester's direction. He felt his face flush with color as he realized how easily he had revealed his plan to his teammate. It was not a flush of embarrassment, however. It was tension. Sexual. Heated. Pent-up. Planned. Reviewed. Ready to be carried out and consummated.

Lucas stared at his teammate in shocked disbelief. He's shitting me. He's got to be shitting me. Him and Sam are gonna. . . . He turned his attention briefly to the object of his own worship—and admittedly—several fantasies. "You're kidding me. Right, Sam is his brother?"

Nate followed his teammate's gaze at the object of his and Sam Winchester's intentions. "We need you to take a hike for a while—while we use that hot mouth and that tight ass of his," he said as he returned his gaze to the light haried jock at his side. He stared directly into those questioning eyes. He noted the look of that filled Lucas 's face at that moment. He gave a firm nod to those questions. To that disbelief. Verification of his plan. Of 'their' plan. His, and—Sam Winchester's.

The back-up quarterback's jaw dropped as he heard Nate Scott's plans for Dean Winchester. Even more astonishing to him was that Sam Winchester—Dean's younger brother—was in on the idea. "You're serious. You're not kidding?" Lucas asked hesitantly. He could not believe what he was hearing. And, yet—he felt his cock surging down the right leg of his football pants and a strange heat erupted deep inside his nuts. He glanced across the parking lot and studied his hero. His number one hero of all time. Dean was the hottest hunk that Lucas had ever seen. . . . and, he was straight. Dean Winchester was so straight that the County Surveyor back home could use him to measure the distance from 'Point A' to 'Point B' and get a more accurate number than with any yardstick around. The thought of Dean being raped by Nate and Sam was strangely exciting to him. Why does that sound so hot? Fuck—I'm getting hard just hearing about it.

"Yeah. I'm serious, Lucas . I'm dead, fucking serious," Nate said firmly. He glanced at his teammate, grabbed his jersey and pulled him within an inch of his face. "And, if anyone finds out about this. . . ."

"Nobody will find out from me, Nate. I swear. I said that I would do anything for you. I meant that—totally," Lucas argued apprehensively. He knew Nate Scott's temper. Everyone knew Nate Scott's temper. Nate was dangerous. To anyone who crossed his path without yielding the right of way. That went equally off the playing field as well as on. He smiled nervously as he found himself wishing that his brother's plan included him on the 'inside' of that motel room—rather than taking a hike—'outside.' He found himself wondering what it would be like to be inside that room. Watching. Watching Nate and Sam rape Dean. Maybe—joining in and getting a piece of his hero for himself? Yeah. I wish. I'm sure they wouldn't include me in that.

Nate grinned sinisterly. For a long time he had thought that he saw a glint in his brother's eyes. He knew about the kid's hero worship of their number one signal caller. But, he thought he saw more every now and then when he looked at Dean. Just now, as Lucas Scott stared across the parking lot at the All-State quarterback, the kid licked his lips. Yeah. I see that tongue, Lucas . I see that hunger. Maybe you'd like to do more than 'take a hike.' Maybe you'd like to join in on the fun and make it a good three-way rape of our boy, Dean. He elbowed the back-up quarterback.

"You want a piece of that ass too, Lucas ?" Nate nodded enticingly in Dean' direction. "You want to join me and Sammy tonight? Want to throw a good fuck into your hero's tight pussy boy ass?" He saw Luke 's eyes light up at that thought. Yeah. You want it. You're about to fucking cum in your pants right now—just thinking about it. This is gonna be one hell of a night.

"Are you serious?" Nate Scott nodded. "I can join in with you and Sam?" Another nod in confirmation from the All-State tight end. "I can. . . . You'll let me do Dean too?" Lucas asked in suddenly heated words. His voice was shaking. He felt as if he might cum in his football pants. Right there—on the parking lot—just from thinking about the possibility of sliding his throbbing cock down Dean' throat. Shoving it home, up the quarterback's tight hole. Damn! Somehow the thought of banging hiim with his brother Nathan next to him...made it even more exciting. I'd love to cum all over his face and then make him eat it.

"The more the merrier, Lucas . A good solid gang fuck might be just what that son-of-a-bitch needs," Nate said with a devilish lilt as he put an encouraging arm around his teammate. "You do want it. Don't you? You want to rape Dean as bad as me and Sam. Don't you?"

"Oh, man. . . . I. . . . Just tell me when, where, and—how I can help you guys pull this off," Lucas offered huskily. He stared into his teammate's eyes. "I'm at your command to do. . . ." He broke off his words as Sam Winchester stepped up beside them.
"Better get on the bus, guys; they're ready to take off for the motel. Hey, Lucas —great game, man," Sam said with a gentle punch to the back-up quarterback's gut. They exchanged grins. Lucas had played only a half dozen or so downs in tonight's championship game—giving Dean a much needed breather, but Sam included him completely in the final, 'winning' outcome.

"Tonight's the night, dude," Nate said calmly as he looked back over at Dean Winchester.

"Tonight is what night?" Sam asked with confusion. He followed Nate's stare and took in the sight of his handsome brother. Dean was just climbing aboard the bus for the ride to their motel.

"'Rape night,' Sammy, old boy. Dean' rape night. It's going down tonight. And—we've got us an accomplice-cum-rape," Nate said with a sinister chuckle. He reached out and put an arm around Sam Winchester and then draped his other arm around his brother as they walked toward the bus. "Dean is gonna get it from all three of us tonight, Sammy. Lucas here is dying to join you and me to be sure that it goes our way. Our way—all the way."

"True, Luke ?" Sam was really nervous about the idea of adding someone else to their plan. They had been working on it for so long now that it seemed rather late to start considering an additional party in their scheme. However, a 'third person' could help them pull things off more easily. The three of them could manhandle Dean a hell of a lot more easily than just Nate and himself. The look in the blond Scott's eye was all the answer that Sam needed. The kid was hot for this action. Sam understood. He was still uncomfortable about the idea of them forcing his hunkster big brother into what they wanted from him—even with the good reason behind it—but the stiffness between his legs told him that Nate Scott was definitely right. Tonight is the night. There was no stopping. There was no turning back. Dean Winchester would get raped by his two teammates and brother before the sun rose tomorrow morning.

"You're sure about him?" Sam asked softly as he and Nate Scott took adjacent seats on the bus. He nodded in Lucas Scott's direction. The blond haired back-up quarterback had taken a seat next to the object of their proposed attack: 6'1", 195 pound, dark blond hair, and green eyed—Dean Winchester. The numbers one and two quarterbacks were huddled in a deep conversation. Sam grinned faintly. He was sure that Lucas was giving Dean a major hero worship soliloquy about how great he was. And, he was equally as sure—knowing Dean as well as he did—that the starting quarterback was downplaying his own involvement and giving credit to the entire team. That was the way Dean was built.

Nate grinned and nodded as he stared across the aisle in the team bus and studied their two teammates. "The kid's hard for it, buddy. He just about came in his pants when I told him what you and I have planned for Dean." He cautiously reached over in the darkened motor coach and gave Sam's raging hard-on several long strokes. "Yeah—I'm sure about him, Sammy The guy's totally hot for the idea of getting a piece of his Super Hero's pussy," he said with a chuckle. "What about you? You ready for it?"

Sam Winchester grinned. He had recognized that hero worship in Lucas toward Dean on many occasions. And, he understood. He recognized the symptoms. He had them for his handsome quarterback brother too. He considered the reason behind their plan. Oh yeah, Nathan. I'm ready for it. Dean needs this. Dean deserves this, after what he. . . . He looked into his teammate's eyes and nodded. "Yeah," he said hoarsely. "Yeah. I'm ready. Tonight, Dean becomes ours."

Nate continued stroking his teammate's throbbing hard-on through his tight fitting uniform pants. You're even fucking hotter for this than I am, Sammy. Ain't ya? "Yeah, buddy. Tonight his mouth and his ass become pussy. When we're finished with Dean, he'll be our own private pussy to use—any time—any place—any way, that we want," Nate said distantly with that same sinister edge in his voice. "Yeah. Tonight #11, the stud muffin becomes #11, the pussy."

Sam Winchester swallowed nervously as he thought of the repercussions of what they were planning. Shit! If we get caught. . . . He didn't even want to think about those consequences. If they could not dominate Dean from the onset. . . . If they could not force him into submission, they were sunk. He did not relish the thought of heading to a prison cell at the age of eighteen for probably the next twenty years of his life. Further, he was not too thrilled about the possibility that if Dean did not submit to them, he, or—someone could end up savagely injured. Or, dead. Nate Scott had a terrible temper. Sam knew personally about that temper. Everyone who 'knew' Nate 'knew' about that temper. He silently prayed that Dean would submit to them. For his sake. For everyone's sake.

Lucas Scott nudged his idol's rib cage. "Hey, Hero—after we get cleaned up, can I buy you a burger or something to celebrate the championship?" He looked over at Dean Winchester and winked. "It isn't every day that I get the opportunity to buy my idol some dinner," he teased.

Dean blushed at the worship his teammate was piling on him. He had heroes, too. Well—he did have heroes. Until. . . . He thought about Lucas 's invitation and had to admit that he was hungry. Actually—he was starving, truth be told. "Sure, Lucas —we can go out and get some chow. But, you don't have to pay. If anything, I should be buying you dinner for backing me up all these years. I really appreciate your support and being there for me," the All-State quarterback said as he slapped his teammate's thigh. "You're really one of the good guys, buddy."

Lucas felt his heart quicken at the touch of his idol's hand on his thigh. "Thanks, Dean, but this one's on me."

"You're sure," Dean asked.

"Yeah, believe me, Hero—tonight. . . . Well, tonight—I'm gonna take care of you," Lucas said with a knowing grin.

"Thanks, Lucas . It's cool of you to do that. You really are the best," Dean said as he turned to stare out the window.

The back-up quarterback leaned to his left and glanced back across the aisle to the seats across the bus and one row back. He focused on Nate Scott's inquiring gaze. He shot a smile and a wink and a thumb up. All was well in 'quarterback camp.'

"The plan's been put into motion," Sam Winchester said as he caught Lucas 's signal.

"Yeah. 'Operation Pussy Boy Winchester' is in effect," Nate agreed as he flashed another of his sinister smiles. He returned the thumbs up to their accomplice across the bus. Message received. Loud. And, clear.