Everybody Begs In Time (spn_30snapshots fic)
Title: Everybody Begs In Time
Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/The Chief
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: 30. begging
Rating: lets just say NC-17 to be safe. I'm crap at rating my fics.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: 4.12 Criss Angel Is A Douchebag
Summary: Instead of returning to the hotel, Dean goes back to see The Chief
Warnings: flogging, begging, mild humilliation, aftercare (if that counts as a warning!)
Word Count: 712
Notes: Yeah, I just HAD to do this. Because when I first saw this episode, a little voice in the back of my mind was saying "Why didn't he just go in!!" And that was BEFORE I started writing fanfic! This is a bit of a rush-write, so it may not be very good. You've been warned.
“You came back.” The Chief said, tapping the flogger against his leg. Dean nodded, gaze dropping to the floor. “And only twenty minutes. Impressive. What’s your safe word?” Dean swallowed nervously.
“Impala,” he choked out. The Chief smiled.
“Follow.” The Chief turned and walked back into the club. Dean followed, his stomach doing flips. He really should be working on the case. He knew that initially, those ancient illusionists sent him here to pull one over on him. Something inside told him as he was leaving here the first time that he needed this. To be willing to go through with this may just help him deal with what happened in the Pit.
“Strip to your underwear,” The Chief commanded. Hands trembling, Dean worked quickly. There was no need to put on a show. When he was down to his boxer briefs, he kept his eyes to the floor.
“Hands on the wall, feet shoulder width apart.” Dean did as he was told. The Chief ran a hand over his well muscled back. “I’m going to mark you up so pretty.” Dean kept his breathing even, waiting.
The first blow took him by surprise, landing in between his shoulders. It stung briefly, and then it turned into a pleasant burning feeling. “You like that?” The Chief asked. Dean nodded, and dropped his head. “Do you want more?” Dean nodded again, arching his back. The next blow landed a little lower, making Dean gasp. The Chief laughed and stepped up to stand beside him. The Chief trailed the beaded ends of the flogger across the hunter’s broad shoulders.
“You want more? You want me to mark you up? Want me to make you come?” The Chief breathed into Dean’s ear. A shiver ran through his body as he nodded frantically. “Then beg me for it.” The Chief took his original position and waited. Dean clenched his hands and bit his lip. “Pretty boys like you never like to beg. But they always do in the end.” Dean flushed. He did hate to beg, but he needed this badly.
Nearly a minute passed before Dean caved. “Please, more. I want more.” His voice trembled as the words fell from him. Shame burned in his face. The Chief laughed from behind him. Another blow hit him on the lower back. “More!” He threw his head back as the next blow caught him on his left thigh, and moaned.
He kept whimpering, begging after every blow he took. His back, shoulders and legs were covered in a red crisscross pattern. He was shuddering, he needed to come.
“Please!” He breathed. “I need-I need. Oh God, I need to come!” He felt the warmth of The Chief beside him.
“You need to come?” Dean nodded frantically. “Since you’ve been such a good boy.” The Chief flicked the flogger between his legs, so the beads tapped his balls and leaking cock. And that was enough.
Dean threw his head back and screamed as white head flooded his body. He spurted into his underwear as his legs began to give out. A large broad arm caught him, and gently lowered him to the floor.
“Such a good boy. You did so well.” The Chief crooned into his ear as he rubbed the welts on his back. “So good. Did that so well.” Dean nodded at the words of praise, trying to come back to himself. He felt a straw poke at his lips. “Water.” The Chief said. Dean took the straw into his mouth and drank. The cool liquid was such a contrast to the heat coming from his body.
He sat like that, coming back to his senses as the large man spoke softly to him, gently rubbing at the damage he had inflicted not minutes before. When the shakes had disappeared and the room was no longer spinning, he pulled away.
“Thank you.” He said, finally making eye contact with the large man. “I think I’m good to go now.” They both stood together. The Chief handed Dean his clothes.
“Bathroom’s right over there if you need it.” Dean started pulling on his clothes.
“I’ll do that when I get back to the hotel.” Dean said with a smirk, zipping up his pants over his come-soaked underwear.
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Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/The Chief
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: 30. begging
Rating: lets just say NC-17 to be safe. I'm crap at rating my fics.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: 4.12 Criss Angel Is A Douchebag
Summary: Instead of returning to the hotel, Dean goes back to see The Chief
Warnings: flogging, begging, mild humilliation, aftercare (if that counts as a warning!)
Word Count: 712
Notes: Yeah, I just HAD to do this. Because when I first saw this episode, a little voice in the back of my mind was saying "Why didn't he just go in!!" And that was BEFORE I started writing fanfic! This is a bit of a rush-write, so it may not be very good. You've been warned.
“You came back.” The Chief said, tapping the flogger against his leg. Dean nodded, gaze dropping to the floor. “And only twenty minutes. Impressive. What’s your safe word?” Dean swallowed nervously.
“Impala,” he choked out. The Chief smiled.
“Follow.” The Chief turned and walked back into the club. Dean followed, his stomach doing flips. He really should be working on the case. He knew that initially, those ancient illusionists sent him here to pull one over on him. Something inside told him as he was leaving here the first time that he needed this. To be willing to go through with this may just help him deal with what happened in the Pit.
“Strip to your underwear,” The Chief commanded. Hands trembling, Dean worked quickly. There was no need to put on a show. When he was down to his boxer briefs, he kept his eyes to the floor.
“Hands on the wall, feet shoulder width apart.” Dean did as he was told. The Chief ran a hand over his well muscled back. “I’m going to mark you up so pretty.” Dean kept his breathing even, waiting.
The first blow took him by surprise, landing in between his shoulders. It stung briefly, and then it turned into a pleasant burning feeling. “You like that?” The Chief asked. Dean nodded, and dropped his head. “Do you want more?” Dean nodded again, arching his back. The next blow landed a little lower, making Dean gasp. The Chief laughed and stepped up to stand beside him. The Chief trailed the beaded ends of the flogger across the hunter’s broad shoulders.
“You want more? You want me to mark you up? Want me to make you come?” The Chief breathed into Dean’s ear. A shiver ran through his body as he nodded frantically. “Then beg me for it.” The Chief took his original position and waited. Dean clenched his hands and bit his lip. “Pretty boys like you never like to beg. But they always do in the end.” Dean flushed. He did hate to beg, but he needed this badly.
Nearly a minute passed before Dean caved. “Please, more. I want more.” His voice trembled as the words fell from him. Shame burned in his face. The Chief laughed from behind him. Another blow hit him on the lower back. “More!” He threw his head back as the next blow caught him on his left thigh, and moaned.
He kept whimpering, begging after every blow he took. His back, shoulders and legs were covered in a red crisscross pattern. He was shuddering, he needed to come.
“Please!” He breathed. “I need-I need. Oh God, I need to come!” He felt the warmth of The Chief beside him.
“You need to come?” Dean nodded frantically. “Since you’ve been such a good boy.” The Chief flicked the flogger between his legs, so the beads tapped his balls and leaking cock. And that was enough.
Dean threw his head back and screamed as white head flooded his body. He spurted into his underwear as his legs began to give out. A large broad arm caught him, and gently lowered him to the floor.
“Such a good boy. You did so well.” The Chief crooned into his ear as he rubbed the welts on his back. “So good. Did that so well.” Dean nodded at the words of praise, trying to come back to himself. He felt a straw poke at his lips. “Water.” The Chief said. Dean took the straw into his mouth and drank. The cool liquid was such a contrast to the heat coming from his body.
He sat like that, coming back to his senses as the large man spoke softly to him, gently rubbing at the damage he had inflicted not minutes before. When the shakes had disappeared and the room was no longer spinning, he pulled away.
“Thank you.” He said, finally making eye contact with the large man. “I think I’m good to go now.” They both stood together. The Chief handed Dean his clothes.
“Bathroom’s right over there if you need it.” Dean started pulling on his clothes.
“I’ll do that when I get back to the hotel.” Dean said with a smirk, zipping up his pants over his come-soaked underwear.
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