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Dean had to admit it, this was a hell of a party.
When he had been invited by a couple of coeds to an off campus party, he'd had his doubts. No way were they going to be anything like the way they were depicted in the movies. For the most part he had been right, there were small groups clustered around the beer keg and dancing drunkenly in the great room of the three story house, but nothing dangerous was going on.
This hunt was probably a bust, the small amount of evidence his father had given him wasn't much to go on. Dean hadn't seen anything to corroborate stories of occult practices. The party house had seen some paranormal activity over the years, but nothing more note worthy than cold spots. He figured it was a case of too much drinking than an actual hunt.
He took the offered drink as he passed by the keg and nursed it for a while. He made his way to the snack bar and was handed a plate with some choice offerings. He ate everything on the plate and finished his drink.
A woman a few years older than him entered the room with a huge smile on her face. She was dancing as she walked, talking to different people as she moved. Dean watched her with growing interest as he appreciated her low cut dress. There eyes met and Dean couldn't help but answer her smile.
She sauntered over to him with her hips swaying to the beat of the music. She came directly into his personal space until they were almost touching. “Well hello,” she said. “I'm Gina, what's your name?”
“Dean,” he replied. He started swaying with her.
“You new around here?” she asked. “I haven't seen you before.” She pressed her body up against his and he couldn't help but sigh.
“Just visiting,” Dean replied.
“You like my party?” Gina asked. Her left hand wrapped around his back and slid down his spine. She squeezed his ass.
“It was nice enough, but things are looking up now,” Dean said breathlessly. He was getting hard and it looked like this night was going to be a lot more fun than he had hoped.
Gina glanced down at his groin and smirked. “Is that for me?” She slid her right hand down and cupped him lightly.
“Yeah,” Dean gasped.
“Then you better follow me,” she said, giving him a sultry look.
He didn't have to be told twice. He followed her up a flight of stairs to a hallway with several doors. She opened the one farthest down the hall and beckoned him through. He was shockingly turned on when Gina grabbed him and pushed him up against the door once it was closed.
“You're so hot,” she said kissing him deeply as she worked on his clothes. “I wanted you the second I saw you.” She practically ripped his shirts off and then knelt down to undo his pants.
“Let me...” Dean started but gasped when Gina pulled out his hard cock and started to suck on the tip, even as she worked his jeans down to his knees.
She pulled off his cock and smiled up at him. “Oh no, big boy,” she said. “I'm going to have fun with you.”
Dean liked aggressive women, especially in bed. He wanted to see her naked, too. “Can't I help you with your clothes at least?”
“All in good time,” she said. She pulled his shoes off and worked his feet out of his pants and underwear. When he was completely naked she was back on her feet, her right hand firmly wrapped around his cock. With a gentle but insistent tug, she guided him over to a huge four poster bed the center of the room. If he wasn't so turned on he probably would have laughed. The posts and frame were some sort of clear acrylic and there were LED lights inside that made the whole thing glow a soft red. It looked ridiculous but the bed itself was amazingly comfortable when Gina pushed him down.
“Look at you,” she said as she climbed up to straddle his waist. “You're perfect in every way.”
Dean felt himself blush at the compliment. “You're pretty hot yourself.”
Gina laughed as she guided his cock into her hot pussy. “You say the nicest things.”
“Oh fuck!” Dean gasped. Gina was tight and hot and wet. She gripped his cock like a vice as she road him hard. This was going to be over in minutes the way she was grinding down on him. She leaned down a gently bit his left nipple.“Oh fuck, yeah.” He'd only had one drink but he felt like he'd been fucked drunk. He's never been so hard, but so far from coming in his life.
She arched up and shuddered as she came. “That was so good,” she gasped. “The best I've had in years.” She leaned down and kissed him and carefully climbed off his still hard cock.
“Please,” Dean said. “So good. Need to come.”
“I know,” she said. “Don't worry, we've got all night.” She reached into the nightstand and pulled out a strap-on and put it on inserting one end into her own body before settling it into place. “You ever been fucked?”
Dean looked at the toy and felt his mouth go dry. “A few times.”
“Excellent.” She kissed him again. She reached into the drawer again and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Let's get you all prepped, you're in for the ride of your life.”
Dean rolled over and let Gina slide a well lubed finger into his ass. He hissed a the first stretch, but was moaning in pleasure a few minutes later as she worked first two finger, and then three into his ass. It had been months since he had indulged in his sort of thing, but he was not opposed it at all.
“Oh you're such a treat.” Gina said as her fingers delved deep.
“I aim to please.” Dean said and the gasped as her fingers went just deep enough to tease his prostate. This woman knew what she was doing, that was for sure.
“And you do please me, Dean,” she said as pulled her fingers out and she pinched his ass, making him jump.
She laughed delightedly at his whine of protest. With a little encouragement, Dean lifted his ass into the air and he felt Gina settle behind him. The first touch of the cool rubber against his stretched hole was odd, but the slide of it into his body was nice. It wasn't too thick and touched him in all the right places.
“Oh, oh, oh,” he gasped with each thrust. She was gentle at first, letting him get used to it. When he started to push back, she sped up. “Yeah,” he said, getting onto all fours. “Fuck me harder.”
“That's it, big boy,” she growled into his ear. “Take it. Come for me.” She grabbed his cock and jerked him hard as she fucked the toy into him.
Dean cried out and came hard, his ass squeezed the toy and he spilled come all over the bed under him. His arms gave out and he slumped forward, only Gina holding onto his waist kept him from sliding flat onto the bed.
“Easy there, big boy,” she said, breathing hard. “We're not done yet.” She fucked into him harder as she strove to get herself off. “Fuck, fuck, you've got such a fine ass, you take dick so well. I wish you could see how you just swallow up this toy.”
Dean enjoyed the sensation of being fucked. It was as good as fucking, sometimes better, depending in the skill of his partner. He moaned and sighed as he felt himself starting to get hard again. Which was surprising, he was normally good to go pretty quickly, but it hadn't even been ten minutes since he came. His refractory period wasn't that short.
He was broken out of his thoughts when Gina pushed in and ground the toy as deep as she could as came. He grunted as they both fell onto the bed. Gina's weight held him down, but it wasn't uncomfortable. His hard cock was trapped under him, and the toy was still deep in his ass. He was sweaty and had a sated, just the way he liked it.
“Oh, you are a treat,” Gina said as she pulled away from him. She carefully guided the toy out of his body and settled on the bed next to him. “I've got to say, you don't disappoint.”
“Thanks,” Dean said, rolling on his side. “Like I said, I aim to please.”
“And you do please me, very much,” she smiled and leaned in to kiss him. It was wet and deep and by the time she pulled away he felt groggy, hot, and turned on. “Wait here, I'll be right back.” She straightened her dress and left the room. Dean rolled onto his back and slowly stroked his cock, it was hard, but not achingly so.
A few minutes later, Gina came back and had two drinks in her hand. She handed him one and drank deeply from her own. “Sex always makes me thirsty.”
Dean smiled and quirked an eyebrow at his own cup.
“Don't you trust me?” Gina asked, looking hurt.
“No offense, but I don't trust drinks I didn't pour myself.”
She rolled her eyes and took a very obvious swallow if his drink. “There.”
“Okay, fine.” Dean took a long drink. It tasted like fruit punch and kicked like a mule. “Holy crap.”
“Good?” Gina asked as she walked over to a table and picked up something and walked back to the bed.
“Fantastic,” Dean replied and drank some more. He had downed about half of it when Gina presented him with a black leather blindfold. “What's that for?”
“For you,” she said. “Let me make you feel good.” She carded her fingers through his hair.
“I don't need a blindfold for that,” Dean replied, but he relaxed into the touch. He loved being petted and her gentle touches where just the thing to make him calm. He was still hard and turned on, but it was a low burn of arousal.
“Just try it,” she said.
“Okay,” Dean sighed. “But if I say stop, we stop.”
“Deal.” Gina agreed and slipped the blindfold over his eyes. “Relax, Dean, all you need to do is feel.”
It was like the sudden dark of the blindfold set off his libido. With in a few minutes of donning the mask, he was rock hard and aching again. Gina ran her hands across every part of his body, taking her time.
“Oh god, do something.” Dean gasped. He reached for her but only found empty air. He reached for the blindfold to take it off.
“No, no, Dean,” Gina said. “It stays on, or this ends.”
“Oh, come on,” Dean whined.
“No peeking,” Gina replied sternly. “Or I'll tie your hands to the bedpost.” Dean reached for it again and Gina made good on her threat. The next thing he realized his wrists were wrapped in padded cuffs and secured over his head. “Oh, I think you liked that,” she said with a laugh.
“Maybe a little,” Dean admitted. He liked getting held down and restrained during sex, but it wasn't something he admitted, ever.
“Don't worry, big boy,” she said. “You're going to be feeling really good very soon.”
There was a soft sound like a click, but muffled and then Gina's hands were on him again. He gasped as his legs were spread and her hot mouth engulfed his aching cock. He whined and strained as he tried to fuck up into that warm wet heat, but he couldn't get any leverage.
In the dark things started to spin out of control. He fell into the sensations running through his nerves. Without his sight all he could concentrate on was touch and sound.
At first he thought that he was feeling Gina's hair, but the light touch on his chest turned into fingers gently pinching his nipples. There was more than one person in the room, there was more than one person touching him. He wasn't scared, it felt great. He wanted more, the light touches were driving him crazy. He arched into a harder pinch, having always had a weak spot for that. He cried out when a mouth sucked on his right nipple hard. Someone slid their fingers into his loose ass and he came with a shout.
Gina pulled off his cock and said, “That's enough for now. Let him rest.” The hands pulled away and Dean felt bereft.
“Where are you going?” he asked tiredly.
“Don't worry, Dean, we aren't done yet,” she said. “You're really going to like this.”
“I'd like it better if I could see,” Dean replied.
“But half the fun is the surprise,” she said. He heard the door opened and close. It took him a minute to realize he was alone. Fucked out and tired, he drifted off to sleep.
*
He woke to the sensation of a long wet tongue licking his cock, which was already half hard again. Strong hands with long fingers slid along his legs until they reached his knees. He eagerly bent his legs and spread them as wide as he could.
After several minutes the long fingers probed his ass. He was still slick and loose, so they slid in easily.
It felt really good, better than before. His nerves were singing with pleasure from just the light probing. He sighed and pushed into it, wanted more, but the fingers wouldn't do more than stretch his rim. After the fucking Gina had already given him he figured didn't need any more prep. “Come on already,” he said, frustrated. “Are you going to tease me or fuck me?”
Suddenly Dean's legs were hoisted over someone's shoulders. They were broad and muscular, he felt something thick and hot at his entrance. He had one second to think, 'uh oh', before he was breached by the longest cock he'd ever felt in he life. He cried in pleasure as it pushed in deeper. It widened as it went stretching him to the point of discomfort. When it finally stopped Dean was panting for breath. They rested together, adjusting, Dean pulled on the cuffs wanting to touch whoever it was that had filled his body so completely.
The man between his legs chuckled deeply, but didn't say anything. A moment later he started to pull out and slammed back in. It was a punishing pace that rocked the bed hard enough to knock the headboard against the wall. Dean whined as the length inside him slid past his prostate over and over again.
It was good, it was so good. He hadn't been fucked like this ever. He wanted to come, he never wanted to come. He wanted this to last forever. “Please, please,” he gasped. He felt his orgasm coming it was so close. Then he felt a strong hand grip his cock and squeeze.
He cried out in pain and denial. It hurt just enough to keep him from coming. His erection flagged from the discomfort, but started to harden again as the hand gentled and stroked him. All the while he was still getting pounded. He didn't know anyone who had stamina like this.
The man pushed Dean's legs up to his chest, bending him nearly in half and leaned in to capture his lips. Dean opening is mouth willingly and the man's long tongue delved deeply. Their tongues tangled, sliding sensually together. The man smelled of musk and earth, the room reeked of sex. It was a heady combination. Dean moaned and writhed as he was fucked deeper.
He needed to come. He wanted to see who was taking him apart so thoroughly. The kiss ended and the man pulled back enough to let Dean wrap his legs around his waist. “Please, please,” Dean begged. “Let me come.”
“Come for me,” the inhumanly deep voice said. Even as he felt a gush of fluid into his own body as the man came.
Dean threw his head back and screamed as he came so hard he thought he might die. His cock spurted all over his own chest. The mask slipped up and he finally got a look at man fucking him. He stared in shock.
The man wasn't very tall, but he had short curly hair and beard. There was a pair of curled horns that were coming out of his head. He was well muscled and had wiry chest hair that grew thicker until it was a thick pelt from the waist down. He knew what this creature was, it was a satyr. Part man, part goat, lived for pleasure and loved to seduce young men and women. Dean decided he didn't care, it felt too good to worry about. Even though they had both already come, the satyr continued to pound into him. He felt himself hardening again, impossibly soon after coming so hard.
Dean relaxed into it, going pliant. “Fuck me,” he groaned. “Harder, please.” The satyr smiled and obliged.
**
Sometime later after the sun began to rise, the satyr, finally, slowly pulled out of his abused hole. Dean was covered is cum and sweat. He even had some bite marks that throbbed with his heartbeat. He didn't recall teeth getting involved, but there had been mutual nibbling at one point.
The satyr produced a butt plug from somewhere and slid it into Dean's stretched ass. Dean moaned as it filled his empty hole and seemed to sooth some of the soreness. He reached for the creature with his free hands, the satyr had somehow released him at one point when it seemed sure Dean wasn't going to try and escape, and pulled him into a kiss.
“Thank you, little hunter,” the satyr said when he pulled back. “I have not had one such as you in a long time.”
“What's your name?” Dean asked tiredly.
“Pan,” he said.
“The god?” Dean stared in shock.
“You know of me?” Pan said pleased.
“Sure,” Dean replied. “God of music and wild places.”
“A simplistic definition, but not wrong.” Pan leaned in and kissed him again. “You have pleased me greatly, little hunter. You may ask a boon of me.”
“I'm good,” Dean sighed, feeling content for the first time in years. “Maybe next time.”
Pan gave him a wary look. “You would welcome me into your bed again?”
“In a heartbeat,” Dean admitted. “As long as my father isn't around.”
“You speak truly.” Pan grinned. “Then, until we meet again, little hunter.” Pan faded from the room leaving a wrecked mess in his wake.
Dean slowly pulled himself together and made his way to the closest bathroom. He climbed into the shower and rinsed himself clean. He considered taking he plug out, but decided he needed to be in a more private setting for that. He dressed and made his way down the stairs and out of the house. There were people passed out everywhere, a lot of them naked.
Pan's influence had effected then entire house. Dean wondered how much of the pagan god's influence had affected his own reactions. He decided it didn't matter. No one appeared to be more than seriously drunk. There was no sign of blood and everyone was alive. This wasn't a hunt this was open pagan worship without harming anyone.
He sat down in the drivers seat of his car and groaned as the plug made itself known. He drove half hard to the hotel room he had booked. Once he was inside he stripped off his clothes and headed for the bed. He lay down on his back and stroked himself to full hardness. He let himself imagine the Greek god was still inside his body, him fucking. He could almost feel the long cock warm and throbbing as he came with a low moan.
He decided he really needed a shower after that. As the hot water ran down his body he reached back and took hold of the plug. He tugged at it and it resisted for a moment before it came free. He was surprised when nothing came out. He had expected a flood of cum after all the times the god had fucked him. He examined the plug and he couldn't help but smile, it was shaped like Pan's own cock, but tapered at the base to keep it from slipping out. The base of the plug had the circle and crescent moon that was his symbol.
He cleaned the plug thoroughly and wrapped it carefully in a hotel towel and placed it deep in his travel bag. He called his father and explained that the hunt was a bust. John was disappointed, but was willing to call it a day. They would revisit the case if anything new came up. His father ordered him to meet up in a few days half way across the country.
Dean drove all day until he was barely able to see straight. He found a nice hotel and booked it for two nights. He planned on sleeping as long as he could before he had to make a marathon drive. He settled into bed and tried to get some sleep. Each time he tried, he would wake up, feeling empty and bereft. He went to his bag and grabbed the plug. He pulled down his boxers and pushed the plug in without any lube. It slid into his body like he had a pint of lubricant in his ass. He relaxed as it settled and he climbed into bed and closed his eyes, he was asleep in moments.
He dreamed he was dancing around a bond fire deep in the woods, with sylphs and satyrs all around him. Pan was there as well, and they reveled through the night.
End