Fucked Over

[dephigravity]

Title: Fucked Over
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Danneel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Shades of non con and the use of a fucking machine
Word Count: 1625
Disclaimer: If I did own them I wouldn't be on here, now would I?
Summary: While Jensen is waiting for Danneel at a club, he makes the mistake of accepting drinks from a certain dark-haired man. He awakes in a compromising position and has no choice but to succumb to the whims of his captor.
Author's Notes: Written for the fucking machine prompt at kink_bingo and as a fill for the blindfold_spn prompt "Jensen strapped to a bondage horse or in a humbler, cbt very much encouraged before Jared fucks him without mercy, perhaps muffled moans/ screams through a ball gag or head harness." Many thanks todcillusioned for baring with me and doing yet another phenomenal beta job on this one and to the_rant_girl for her help with the original meme version.




Jensen’s eyes flutter when he finally rises from the fog that has enveloped his mind. There is an uncomfortable pressure against his ribs and stomach, but when he tries to reach for it, he realizes he can’t move his arms and legs. Panic triggers his brain to clear faster, his eyes opening wide to see the black leather wrapped tightly across his wrists and ankles, buckled to what looks like some sadistic saw horse. He pulls desperately with all his strength, but to no avail. He grunts as his clenched teeth threaten to shatter while he strains one final time, but the bonds are too tight. He has no leverage, so his naked body collapses back onto the horse with an exasperated sigh. His chest heaves as he stares down at the tiled floor below.

Images flood his mind as he tries to piece together the events that could have led up to this.

~~~

Jason had called to say Danneel and he were stuck in traffic and told him to go ahead to the club, they would meet him there. Then there was a dark haired man with a gentle demeanor that had noticeably tried to cruise him at the bar and paid for drinks that he didn’t refuse, even though he knew better. After a few drinks, the hazel eyed man, Was his name Jared?, had slid over to the stool next to him and flashed his deep dimples and boy-next-door smile at him. Jensen had turned away to look at a text message, when he was done he found yet another round of shots in front of them. With a quick toss to the back of the throat the drink was gone and soon, so was the world.

~~~

Wheels squeak behind him and a warm hand is tugging at his exposed cock, pulling it out from under him. Jensen tries to twist his head back, but he still can’t see who is touching him.

“Please, let me go. I can pay you whatever you want, just please don’t do this,” he pleads to the unseen stranger.

The hand smacks him firmly on his bare ass and then caresses his lightly bronzed skin.
“Stop, please? I am a married man, I am not like you. I like women.”

“You sure are a mouthy little one, ya know that?” Jared says as he squeezes at Jensen’s side, soliciting a yelp from him. “I think maybe you talk a little too much for my taste. “

Jared withdraws his hand and walks up to the head of the horse. In his hands, Jensen sees a red rubber ball attached to a leather strap. Before he can protest, Jared is shoving the ball deep into his mouth and tugging to buckle it in place. Jensen struggles to scream but his muffled cries only work to encourage him. Teeth bite deep into the ball as he takes in Jared’s appearance. His soft face contradicts his sweat-covered tan skin as it glistens beneath the black studded leather crossing his chest. Smooth abs descend to his chaps and cod piece and a well shined biker cap sits atop his head.

Jared notices Jensen eyeing his crotch and begins to flick at the snaps, but stops at the last one.

“You want this? You want me to shove my cock in you, pound you deep and rough, and make you beg for release? Is that it boy?” Jared says as he tilts his head in mock concern.

“Are you just afraid to admit that I turn you on? Afraid that me making you my bitch and you powerless to do anything about it makes your blood boil, your dick throb and ooze, just waiting for me to take you?”

He leans down to Jensen’s level and grabs his chin, squeezing around the leather and flesh. Jensen is forced to look into his eyes, burning with desire.

“Hate to disappoint you cupcake, but I have other ideas in mind for you.”

Jensen grunts against the gag as drool drips down from his mouth. Jared grins and licks at his upper lip before standing and walking out of Jensen’s line of sight. His short nails claw along his back until he runs a finger between the cheeks of his ass. Jensen’s eyes clench as the finger teases at his hole, his muscles strain against his bonds once again in hopes of some kind of miracle. There are clicks and whirs of a motor behind him, which sends new waves of fear and endorphins through his body. Something cool is applied to his puckering entrance as Jared massages over it, Jensen automatically tightening against the inevitable intruder. Jared shoves in a finger up to its hilt; his cry is drowned out in the ball and after a few more thrusts Jared pushes in another, flicking the tips inside of Jensen.

Jensen’s breathes out staccatoed puffs of air from his nose once Jared removes his fingers from inside him. His reprieve is short, however, as a squeak of wheels and something much larger pushes against his hole. He can feel a hand positioning the thing directly into him and with a soft whir Jensen is pierced by whatever torture device Jared has in mind. A tear slides down his downturned face as he tries to adjust to the large object within him. His eyes fall on the black boots walking to his side and he sees the chocolate tangles of hair before Jared’s boyish face smiles at him again.

“Are we having fun yet? I know I am.” Jared whispers in a slow drawl, almost maliciously.

There is a screech of a metal as a chair is placed a few feet away from him as Jared takes a seat, releasing the final snap of the leather cod piece, his massive dick springs forward to point at Jensen. He takes hold of it and rubs his thumb over the top, retracting his foreskin to reveal his cock head. In his other hand is a small black device. His thumb rolls over the controls and whatever it is in Jensen’s ass pushes in deeper, retracts and repeats; this time even further to graze his prostate. Another roll and the machine picks up its pace, gently fucking Jensen as Jared strokes himself in front of him.

Whether he likes it or not, Jensen’s own dick hardens against the backside of the horse and he tries not to give in to the pleasure the machine is giving him. He glares up at Jared and his all-American-frat-boy-meets-leather-daddy look. He can’t resist watching him bite back his lip as he pumps harder into his fist. Yet another longer rub at the remote and the gentleness fades away into faster and harder thrusts that leave Jensen squirming, trying to escape the onslaught. Jared’s eyes light in a sadistic flare as he thumbs the remote to its highest setting, the machine slamming relentlessly into Jensen. His eyes go wild at the innumerable sensations hitting his prostate, his fingers and toes spread open as sweat pours down his entire body. Come splatters against his face as Jared screams enough for the two of them. Finally, Jensen shoots his load onto the floor beneath him.

Jared sighs and relaxes back into the metal chair, dialing the machine back, but only slightly as he stares back at Jensen, eyes fixed as both men pant. Jared stands up, stretching as he walks over to him and Jensen forces himself to look up while Jared unbuckles the gag. Jensen tries to loosen his jaw once the ball is dropped to the floor, but Jared is already pressing his thick head inside of his lips, demanding he suck him clean. Jensen presses the tip of his tongue into Jared’s foreskin and sucks as he slowly starts to swell in his mouth. He fights hard not to gag as the engorged cock spreads his jaw open; thrusting in and out as he toys with the velocity of the machine once again. Jared’s first load has already dried on Jensen’s face as he comes again, this time down his throat.

Jared withdraws and smears the remaining come from his dick through Jensen’s short hair, he reaches down to grab the ball gag and forces it back in his mouth. He hits the random speed button on the remote and sets it on the floor to mock him as he buttons on the cod piece and walks out of the stark room. Jensen whimpers as the machine continues its fucking until he passes out.

~~~

There is a gentle tug at his head as the gag is removed hours later. Jensen looks up to see Danneel smiling at him as she dangles the teeth indented ball before tucking it into her purse. The low hum of the machine fills the room as it still pistons the dildo in and out of his ass. She bends down and they share a deep and passionate kiss, she then pulls away and whispers into his ear, “Happy Anniversary Sweetie.” He beams at her as Jared steps into the room and fidgets with his cuff links.

“Come on man, I’m hungry and I want to go to breakfast, you exhausted me last night.” He winks at him just as the machine kicks into a higher speed causing him to dry orgasm a second time.

Danneel uses the remote to shut the machine off and unhooks the wrist cuffs as Jared tries to avoid the puddle of come at his ankle restraints and gives a playful suck at Jensen’s over-sensitized dick.

“Wait until you see what we have in store for you later,” Danneel purrs at him as she helps him off the horse.