Beren (beren_writes) wrote,
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Fic: Seed of Life, Supernatural, Sam/Dean (implied), NC17/18, Day20

Okay, I have five minutes before I have to be out of the house (shopping - another dinner part tonight), just enough time to post this :).
Title: Seed of Life (Masturbation challenge 20)
Author: Beren
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Sam has been kidnapped and his kidnappers need something from him before they end his life of sin.
Pairing: Sam/Dean implied
Rating: NC17/18
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: implied wincest, non-con
Author's Notes: Thanks to Soph for the beta. This is 20 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: 1,801
Link: to other mmom fic

Sam pulled at his bonds in a futile attempt to free himself. He was chained to a wooden table set at about forty five degrees to normal and there was no way he was going to be released unless someone chose to do so. His legs were free, but his wrists were cuffed and there were leather straps across his torso. What he had done to deserve ending up naked in some sort of bizarre ritual he had no idea. He and Dean had only been in town a day and they had been looking into a white woman haunting, not the bizarre ideas some of the locals seemed to have. One minute he had been having a coffee at the diner and the next he had woken up here.

"Relax, brother," one of the robed men on his side of the room said, "your suffering will be over soon."

If Sam hadn't been gagged he would have had something to say about that, as it was he just glared. He only prayed Dean would find him soon.

"You are probably confused," the same man continued talking and Sam could not see under the hood of the guy's robe, "but do not fear, we have brought you here to be born into the light."

From past experience Sam knew that that kind of phrasing was a bad thing. With the cults that they usually dealt with being born either involved dying first or something equally nasty; nothing as simple as a quick baptism for the Winchester family.

It was abundantly clear that the cult had some funny ideas about men and women, because there were definitely both in the room, but they were divided. The men were all on Sam's side and the woman were standing or sitting on the other side where there was another wooden table which was currently empty. Sam really didn't want to know what it was for.

"With God's blessing you will be born again, brother," the man seemed to be on a roll, "free from the impurity of carnal sin."

Sam had no idea what these madmen were planning, but he hoped Dean arrived very soon. He could only pray that free from carnal sin had nothing to do with castration and that his knight in shining armour arrived in time if it did. One of the women, robed in white rather than the grey the men seemed to all be wearing drew his companion's attention and the man walked away. Sam did not know whether to be relieved or not.

With the small respite he took the time to look around at those gathered. The women seemed to be talking quietly amongst themselves and the men were in small groups. It was when he saw one of the robed figures fall to his knees in front of one of the others and without so much as a hello open the standing man's robe to reveal very naked, very male flesh that Sam realised castration probably wasn't on the menu. The man on his knees started to give his friend a blow job and no one was batting an eyelid.

"The vessel for your rebirth has been chosen," the man who actually deemed to talk to him was back and Sam dragged his eyes away from the spectacle further down the room.

Sam's gaze followed where the man was indicating and three woman had left the group and were walking to the front. Two of them carefully began to help their companion out of her robe and it quickly became evident that all the cult members were naked under their robes. The two still robed women helped the now naked one onto the other table where she calmly allowed herself to be strapped down in a similar way to Sam.

"Elena will be the path to your beginning in light," the man said as if this was the best thing in the world. "You are gifted, brother, we have seen this, but you have been corrupted by the immoral life where the male and the female engage in carnal acts."

Sam did not know what was going on because the two men at the end of the room definitely seemed to be engaged in carnal acts.

"Male and female may never touch for such purposes," his instructor continued as if preaching, "and those who are worthy must be redeemed. You are worthy brother, and we will harvest your seed so that, with the will of God, you may be born again. At the point of ejaculation your life of sin will be terminated that your soul might transfer to what remains of your essence to be reborn through Elena."

It was not much, but at least Sam knew his suspicions had been right; being reborn did involve dying first.

"You will share the earthly life with us and pass on to paradise when the Lord calls you," the robed man seemed to think that there was nothing better.

Sam was very sure nothing on this earth was going to make him come at this point. Being strapped down in front of x number of men and women under threat of death had a detrimental effect on his sex drive thank heavens. Until that was someone from behind him wrapped a cloth over his nose and he had no choice but to breathe in. As whatever it was hit his system every nerve seemed to come alive and he felt arousal coursing through his blood like fire.

When the cloth was removed he was panting around the gag and to his dismay he realised he was almost fully hard. He did not want to be, but the fire in his body would not be denied.

"The breath of God is a gift reserved for only the most holy of ceremonies," his instructor said in a low voice, "you are most blessed."

Sam could only groan as his whole world seem to narrow down to the arousal he was feeling. At that moment he was sure he would come the moment he was so much as touched and he clawed on to his self control. He had to hang on until Dean came to save him, because one thing he knew was that Dean would arrive and if Sam had succumbed before that it would be his fault not Dean's.

"Let the fire of the spirit work through you," the man continued to talk even as Sam tried to focus on anything else, "and look into the face of God as you are freed from this shell of sin."

When two men appeared at either side of him Sam shut his eyes and whimpered. One had a bowl and a knife, the other was wearing latex gloves; he knew what was coming next. As a hand wound round his cock it took everything he had not to come and he bit down on the gag, trying to think of anything but sex. As the experienced fingers stroked him, Sam recited every boring, un-sexy statute of law he could remember, he revisited every snarling monster he had seen in the last few months and tried to find the fear and pain that would take away the arousal. It was one of the hardest things he had ever tried to do, but he had to hold out. Dean would never forgive himself if he arrived too late to save Sam.

"You cannot resist the breath of God," the nameless man advised him and Sam refused to acknowledge the voice.

For Dean he could do anything.

The assault on his body went up a gear as he felt his legs forced apart, but he would not think about it. If he was going to survive he had to be remote from his body. When a slick finger was inserted up his anus he almost lost it, but forcing his mind to relive the horrors of what he had done to Dean in the asylum saved him. He had betrayed his brother; shot at him without even considering that rock salt would only hurt, not kill and would have killed him if the revolver hadn't been empty. For that he deserved no pleasure of any sort and he would not let himself feel the sensations running through his body.

The stoking continued and the finger found his prostate and his whole body went rigid. He was so close that he could taste it and it took every fibre of his being to prevent the touches and the drug in his system from taking him over the edge.

"Get the fuck away from my brother."

There was a gun shot and Sam couldn't hold on any longer and he came long and hard. Dean was there and Sam almost cried in relief; his brother had come to save him. There was no touch of steel and no more hands on his body and Sam hung from his restraints, completely unable to move.

"Get him out of those cuffs and get him a robe," Dean's voice was like a balm to his burning skin.

He still felt painfully aroused even though he had come and when hands began to free him he could not help whimpering. The robe that was put round his shoulders felt like sack cloth to his over sensitised flesh and he almost fell as the hands holding him up released.

"Sammy, can you hear me?" he looked at Dean as his brother asked him the question and he nodded.

It was difficult to concentrate, but Sam managed to focus on Dean. He could not help the moan that escaped him when Dean's arm went round him to hold him up.

"Stay with me, Sammy," Dean instructed as Sam felt himself being pulled towards the back of the room. "Anyone moves and I start blowing people away."

Dean was clearly not in the mood for any shit and Sam just gladly went along. His brother had saved him as he had known he would. Only when they were in the Impala driving fast away from town did Dean speak again.

"You okay, Sam?"

Sam was sprawled in the passenger seat and he could barely think, but he managed to open his eyes and look at Dean even so.

"Need to find a motel, soon," he forced out, although he wasn't sure his voice was working properly.

Then he saw Dean smile for the first time since he had burst in.

"Need a hand there, bro?" Dean asked irreverently and Sam could not help shuddering as the recollection of his ordeal.

"Not hand," he said firmly, very clear on that, "just you."

Then he closed his eyes again and concentrated on not making a mess of the car; Dean would never forgive him for that.

"What ever you say, Sammy," was Dean's reply.

The End
Tags: fandom: supernatural, ficfest: mmom, fictype: series, rating: r to nc17
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