Summary: There are naked women all round Dean and they aren't touching him!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by WB and Eric Kripke et al. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: multiple partners
Author's Notes: Thanks to Soph for the beta. This is 19 out of 31 short fics, all involving masturbation in honour of the Merry Month of May. All fics were written with knowledge up to Hell House, no canon after that was used since that's as far as I've seen.
Word count: 1,607
Link: to other mmom fic
This was his own personal hell; Dean knew it like he knew his own name. He had known that there was something not right about the set up in the small community; there had been far too many girls and now he knew why. It had been a newspaper article that had drawn them to the town. It seemed that over the last four months there had been young men turning up in various states of exhaustion with signs of sexual activity and no memory as to how they came to be where they were. The last one had turned out to be a young Roman Catholic priest on his way to his first parish, which was why the story had finally made the papers.
Dean remembered flirting with the waitress in the diner, he remembered walking back to the motel with Sam and then he remembered something being sprayed in his face, but he still wasn't quite sure what had happened to him. He'd woken up about half an hour earlier to find himself gagged and tied to a very sturdy pole with nothing to protect his modesty but a smile. Now Dean could get down with kinky sex as well as the next man, but being kidnapped and tied up without his consent was not his idea of fun. That added to the fact that nubile young women in very little clothes wandered in and out of the room he was in every now and then and completely ignored him meant he was going out of his mind. There was also the most annoying music playing gently in the background that made him want to stuff his ears with cotton wool.
When two of the women he had seen wandering around finally appeared to take notice of him he was ridiculously relieved; at least something was going to happen. When the blond of the pair smiled at him and then shrugged off the mostly see-through robe, jackety thing she was wearing Dean was not sure if his luck was in or trouble had just arrived. According to the police reports Sam had hacked into the previous evening none of the men found wandering had been harmed, they were just exhausted and Dean could think of worse ways to be worn out.
He was so busy watching the now naked blonde that he had forgotten the brunette standing to one side and he made a rather undignified noise when there were suddenly hands on him in very private places. Okay so he was being molested, but as the brunette continued to play with him, the partial arousal he had been feeling for hours bloomed into the full blown article and he felt himself hardening. It was two beautiful women and technically Dean had not been asked his permission for this, but who was he to argue.
The blonde began playing with her nipples and Dean would have started drooling if he hadn't felt that it would have been uncool. He so wished he could talk because did he have some things to say to these girls, and, being tied up, his mouth was the only way he could think of to take charge of the situation. As it was, he was completely helpless and he had to fight with himself to make his body give in and just enjoy what was going on.
Watching the blonde run her hands down over her flat, perfect stomach, just reaching the neatly sculpted patch of hair between her legs almost made Dean forget about anything else, except of course for the hand firmly fisting his cock. It was when both things stopped at the same time that reality bit and he looked on in complete shock as both women turned and simply walked away. With a growl of frustration he looked down and discovered something worse.
In his mind he called the two women every name he could think of and he knew some nasty ones in other languages as well. The bitches had collared him; they had aroused him and then used a god forsaken cock ring. He was now as hard as a rock with no way out until someone removed the device of Satan that the brunette had slipped onto him when he wasn't paying attention. He had to give them one thing; they were damn good at what they did.
He was left to his misery for another ten minutes or so and then the big doors at the end of the room that had so far remained closed, opened to reveal at least fifteen absolutely beautiful women. They were almost completely into the room when Dean managed to stamp on his hormones long enough to glare at them. If he had been a lesser man he might have felt humiliated, but that was not an emotion with which Dean ever let himself become familiar, so he pushed himself to his full height and tried to look intimidating. Naked and with everything standing to attention he was not sure exactly what look he pulled off, but several of the women seemed to appreciate it, which was gratifying and frustrating at the same time.
They formed a large half circle around him and, as one, removed their clothes. Dean's cock throbbed and he could not help the little moan that escaped him; they were going to torture him to death, it was the only explanation. He was a hot blooded male and whatever cult this was had finally moved up to human sacrifice, it had to be. The idea of whimpering crossed his mind as each of the women set about playing with her breasts, but Winchesters were proud men and he stood tall.
Each woman appeared wrapped up in what she was doing except when one of them looked over at him with a heat in her eyes that seemed scorching. It took a while, but Dean felt the atmosphere in the room changing, and he felt something arrive as it touched him. Now he did whimper as every nerve in his body seemed instantly centred on his groin. If he'd been able he would have come on the spot, pride or no pride.
Dean did not know how, but he knew that the presence was female and he felt a gentle breeze flow all over his body. It did not help his state of arousal at all, but he managed to hold himself up, just.
He was sure he was going to die as one of the women left her spot in the semi-circle and walked to an area of floor where the tiles were a different colour, directly in front of Dean. She knelt down, bowed her head and then sat down on the floor before lying down and spreading her legs so that Dean could see everything. He tried to close his eyes as she slipped her fingers deep into her wet pussy before moving up to stroke her clit, but he couldn't look away. It was as if he was being compelled to watch and there was nothing he could do about it.
His cock and balls were aching and throbbing in equal measure as his eyes followed the simple up and down movements of the woman's fingers, and what was worse; unlike the others who were silent in their ecstasy she was making the most wanton noises. It was like the best porn movie Dean had ever seen at the worst possible time.
The woman began to move her hips in slow circles and she alternated between plunging her fingers deep into her pussy and stroking her clit with increasingly frantic movements. Dean was straining against his bonds, finding himself trying desperately to reach her and when she arched up and came his cock pulsed so hard that he thought he might break the cock ring. As it was he was left breathing hard as the woman lay there enjoying the afterglow. Long seconds seemed to pass before she gathered herself and returned to the circle, kneeling down and bowing her head.
When another woman stepped forward and walked to the same spot it dawned on Dean what was going on. With dread he realised that every woman was going to do the same thing and he was here to watch. He almost screamed his frustration and he did frantically pull at his chains.
By the time the fifteenth woman returned to her place in the circle Dean was so strung out he was completely exhausted. He was still hard and aching and so turned on he could barely tell which way was up. His whole world revolved around his cock and if he hadn't had the gag he would have been begging. Never in his life had Dean begged for anything and yet he was ready now.
When he felt the female presence close to him again he tried to shy away, but whatever she was she touched him anyway and he almost screamed. It was too much; there was simply more sensation than he could take and he was barely aware that the cock ring had been released and he was coming. Hard and fast he shot his load all over the floor and his vision faded to silver. There was no way he could hang on and he gave in to blackness as his over taxed nervous system gave out.
"Thank you," a female voice said in his mind just before the world faded completely.
His last thought was that he hoped Sam would find him before anyone else, because he really didn't need his face in the papers.