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tehdirtiestsock) wrote2009-09-22 10:04 pm
tehdirtiestsock) wrote2009-09-22 10:04 pm
the universal language (Dean/gorilla)
originally posted here, for an OP that wanted Dean raped by some sort of really large animal. obviously, herein lies crack.
bestiality, unpleasantly large dicks, and...this is not an enjoyable experience for Dean like...at all.
Fucking ghost of a zookeeper. It was supposed to be a routine, no fuss salt-and-burn, which is the whole reason Dad sent him alone in the first place. Then Dean's research led him to believe the guy's remains were actually somewhere in the big cat house.
Well, the former big cat house. Things had been shuffled around during renovations since the dude died in the 70s, and now it was the ape house, but regardless, somebody had slacked off when cleaning in the corners or something, because there had to be a bone shard or lock of hair or something left over from when the deceased employee got torn to shreds by a tiger.
No problem. Dean figured he'd just slip into the zoo at night, hunt around, and he'd be on the road again tomorrow.
There was a reason Dad didn't send Dean out on any real cases yet. And that's that without John or Sam to reel him in, Dean could, on occasion, be a moron. And that was how he ended up face-to-face with a silverback gorilla in the first locked cage he picked open without paying attention to what was inside.
What, the animals were supposed to be outside. Totally not his fault.
It was probably hard to say who was more startled when the cage door clanged shut behind him. Ok, that was a lie. It was Dean. Dean was definitely more startled. Even on its knuckles, the thing stood a head and a half taller.
“Nice…doggy?”
A giant hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Dean’s hair, yanking him closer. Dad was right, long hair was totally dangerous on a hunt. Dean tried not to laugh hysterically as the monkey’s other hand came up and gripped his jaw, too-tight.
Hot, fetid breath wuffled over Dean’s face as it inspected his scent, real up-close and personal.
“Okay. Okay, gorillas,” Dean panted, trying to stay calm. “You guys are, uh… You guys are nice, right? That one dude learned sign language, or something. And…and it had a kitten. A little bitty kitten and never, you know, squashed it or anything, so you probably—Ah!”
Dean’s stomach lurched as the gorilla sat back on its haunches, pulling Dean along by the head like a ragdoll. It juggled him around roughly and yanked the edge of his shirt up, sniffing along his chest and stomach and ok, god, that tickled but Dean was practically bent in half over the thing’s leg so mostly, he was stuck on pain. Slung across the lap of a monkey who apparently did not understand that people’s spines don’t bend that way. Also didn’t understand that if it didn’t let up pulling on Dean’s shirt, his arm was going to come off along with it.
Dean struggled for about five seconds before he earned a low, scary threat-sound and holy Jesus, gorillas had teeth. Like, sharp ones. Didn’t they eat leaves and shit? Dean pretended like he’d just been trying to wriggle out of his shirt and the thing settled down again with a satisfied noise.
He was all on board with the idea of just playing possum and letting the animal get its cuddle on til morning when King Kong grabbed him by the thighs and hauled Dean’s hips over his head.
Dean was stuck in a world of what-the-fuck til it started to sniff a little too interestedly at the crotch of his jeans. And then it wasn’t sniffing so much as…mouthing at Dean’s dick.
“No-no, no-no-no. Boundaries, buddy. I don’t swing—fuck.”
That’s when Dean fell out of his pants. The ape was gripping more material then flesh and Dean was upside-down and ok, he didn’t exactly wear his jeans tight. Also, without Sammy around, Dean wasn’t exactly hanging out in the Laundromat on a regular basis. So today? He was commando.
“Oh God, this can’t be good.”
Dean’s world tilted and spun as the gorilla repositioned him like he weighed nothing. He barely managed to keep his face from slamming into the concrete floor, wailing out a curse when his arm snapped upon impact instead.
He whited out with pain, and came back around to discover that his ass was in the air. His new friend was getting acquainted face-first with Dean’s balls. God, teeth. It had teeth and they were way too close to things Dean held dear.
Dean whimpered as a dry, partly-hairy finger plunged without warning into his asshole.
“Oh, fuck. No-no-no, don’t—“
The room blurred as he was hefted up again, tight against a leathery chest. Then something way too big was slipping, sliding and prodding at Dean’s ass and lower back.
“Woah woah woah, let’s—“ Strong arms banded his chest as soon as he began to struggle, not letting up til the world grayed out and his body went slack.
When he opened his eyes, he was flat on his back in the far corner of the room, and the ape was sitting down nearby, having a midnight snack. As soon as Dean stirred it was in his face, cupping his head between huge hands and sniffing him over.
Jesus, it was gamey.
After a minute it backed off and Dean was able to sit up…and since he was able to sit up, he probably hadn’t been reamed with primate penis while he was out.
“Aww, you’re a gentleman. I’m touched.”
Dean blinked when a food dish was shoved into his hands. It was full of…what looked like fruit that had been left out in the heat for twelve hours.
“Um, no thanks. That’s…you can keep it, really, I’m not hungry.”
He put the dish down, only to have it shoved back in his hands. He was debating what to do when the monkey shifted and Dean got a good look at its half-hard dick.
Ok, yeah. What were the chances it had given up on the whole trying-to-hump-Dean idea?
Dean had a penis, and he was betting the chances were slim to none.
He took another disgusted look at the ruined fruit and rubbed his fingers around in the pulpy juice. Tried really hard not to think about why he was doing this as he quickly graduated from two fingers to three to four, scared he was gonna lose the chance if he didn’t do this quick.
Aaand that’s when it decided there was no more Mr. Nice-Gorilla. It knocked the metal bowl out of Dean’s hands and hauled him close by his ankle. He got a ten-second reprieve when he wrapped a fruit-sloppy hand around its cock and surprised it. Jesus. Dean’s hand didn’t even come close to spanning the girth.
Gorillas, apparently, don’t find handjobs an acceptable substitute for fucking, either. Dean was manhandled back around like a good little fucktoy.
He had a few minutes to entertain the hope that it would get off just by rubbing against his thighs and ass, but that died pretty quickly when its dick bumped against his hole and the gorilla jabbed his resistant body til he was too tired to fight it anymore.
Dean was positive that nothing that size was meant to go up his ass, but enough brute strength and apparently you could shove a lamp pole up there. The thought that he could have opened himself up enough for this was laughable. He thought it couldn’t get more painful til he realized that was only the tip.
It rutted inside him further, and further, and further. Every time he thought it was done, and every time he was wrong. The gorilla’s hands yanked him down another few inches and Dean screamed as something tore. Deep visceral pain that overwhelmed his broken arm and he wondered if the animal’s dick was straightening things inside him that were supposed to be…not-straight. A little farther and he swore he’d be feeling dick at the back of his throat.
Dean’s body jarred violently as the monkey fucked him up and down that cock, bottoming out to a place that made his gut burn. No new snap of tissues giving way but the pain, God. He couldn’t summon the energy to brace himself against the movements, limbs flopping weakly with every stroke til the rhythmic jarring of his broken arm had him on the edge of passing out.
He was oblivious to his own tears until the gorilla came inside him. It burned like acid, salty fluid bathing his bloody insides, and Dean sobbed pathetically as the gorilla’s dick fell out and it was finally over.
He didn’t have the energy to cry but he also couldn’t stop. Dean was completely limp as the gorilla rolled onto its back and cradled him on its chest.
He hiccupped out a laugh as a gentle palm petted his head.
God, he needed a hospital now. It would be another five hours before staff showed up and found him here. He wondered if they’d charge him for B&E or if they’d feel too sorry for him.
Dean was shivering with shock and pain, on the edge of going unconscious, when the gorilla started to shift around again. It was still hard. Its back feet came up to cup Dean’s ass and grind him down against its cock, and Dean’s whole body throbbed with pain as he realized, that was just round one.
bestiality, unpleasantly large dicks, and...this is not an enjoyable experience for Dean like...at all.
Fucking ghost of a zookeeper. It was supposed to be a routine, no fuss salt-and-burn, which is the whole reason Dad sent him alone in the first place. Then Dean's research led him to believe the guy's remains were actually somewhere in the big cat house.
Well, the former big cat house. Things had been shuffled around during renovations since the dude died in the 70s, and now it was the ape house, but regardless, somebody had slacked off when cleaning in the corners or something, because there had to be a bone shard or lock of hair or something left over from when the deceased employee got torn to shreds by a tiger.
No problem. Dean figured he'd just slip into the zoo at night, hunt around, and he'd be on the road again tomorrow.
There was a reason Dad didn't send Dean out on any real cases yet. And that's that without John or Sam to reel him in, Dean could, on occasion, be a moron. And that was how he ended up face-to-face with a silverback gorilla in the first locked cage he picked open without paying attention to what was inside.
What, the animals were supposed to be outside. Totally not his fault.
It was probably hard to say who was more startled when the cage door clanged shut behind him. Ok, that was a lie. It was Dean. Dean was definitely more startled. Even on its knuckles, the thing stood a head and a half taller.
“Nice…doggy?”
A giant hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Dean’s hair, yanking him closer. Dad was right, long hair was totally dangerous on a hunt. Dean tried not to laugh hysterically as the monkey’s other hand came up and gripped his jaw, too-tight.
Hot, fetid breath wuffled over Dean’s face as it inspected his scent, real up-close and personal.
“Okay. Okay, gorillas,” Dean panted, trying to stay calm. “You guys are, uh… You guys are nice, right? That one dude learned sign language, or something. And…and it had a kitten. A little bitty kitten and never, you know, squashed it or anything, so you probably—Ah!”
Dean’s stomach lurched as the gorilla sat back on its haunches, pulling Dean along by the head like a ragdoll. It juggled him around roughly and yanked the edge of his shirt up, sniffing along his chest and stomach and ok, god, that tickled but Dean was practically bent in half over the thing’s leg so mostly, he was stuck on pain. Slung across the lap of a monkey who apparently did not understand that people’s spines don’t bend that way. Also didn’t understand that if it didn’t let up pulling on Dean’s shirt, his arm was going to come off along with it.
Dean struggled for about five seconds before he earned a low, scary threat-sound and holy Jesus, gorillas had teeth. Like, sharp ones. Didn’t they eat leaves and shit? Dean pretended like he’d just been trying to wriggle out of his shirt and the thing settled down again with a satisfied noise.
He was all on board with the idea of just playing possum and letting the animal get its cuddle on til morning when King Kong grabbed him by the thighs and hauled Dean’s hips over his head.
Dean was stuck in a world of what-the-fuck til it started to sniff a little too interestedly at the crotch of his jeans. And then it wasn’t sniffing so much as…mouthing at Dean’s dick.
“No-no, no-no-no. Boundaries, buddy. I don’t swing—fuck.”
That’s when Dean fell out of his pants. The ape was gripping more material then flesh and Dean was upside-down and ok, he didn’t exactly wear his jeans tight. Also, without Sammy around, Dean wasn’t exactly hanging out in the Laundromat on a regular basis. So today? He was commando.
“Oh God, this can’t be good.”
Dean’s world tilted and spun as the gorilla repositioned him like he weighed nothing. He barely managed to keep his face from slamming into the concrete floor, wailing out a curse when his arm snapped upon impact instead.
He whited out with pain, and came back around to discover that his ass was in the air. His new friend was getting acquainted face-first with Dean’s balls. God, teeth. It had teeth and they were way too close to things Dean held dear.
Dean whimpered as a dry, partly-hairy finger plunged without warning into his asshole.
“Oh, fuck. No-no-no, don’t—“
The room blurred as he was hefted up again, tight against a leathery chest. Then something way too big was slipping, sliding and prodding at Dean’s ass and lower back.
“Woah woah woah, let’s—“ Strong arms banded his chest as soon as he began to struggle, not letting up til the world grayed out and his body went slack.
When he opened his eyes, he was flat on his back in the far corner of the room, and the ape was sitting down nearby, having a midnight snack. As soon as Dean stirred it was in his face, cupping his head between huge hands and sniffing him over.
Jesus, it was gamey.
After a minute it backed off and Dean was able to sit up…and since he was able to sit up, he probably hadn’t been reamed with primate penis while he was out.
“Aww, you’re a gentleman. I’m touched.”
Dean blinked when a food dish was shoved into his hands. It was full of…what looked like fruit that had been left out in the heat for twelve hours.
“Um, no thanks. That’s…you can keep it, really, I’m not hungry.”
He put the dish down, only to have it shoved back in his hands. He was debating what to do when the monkey shifted and Dean got a good look at its half-hard dick.
Ok, yeah. What were the chances it had given up on the whole trying-to-hump-Dean idea?
Dean had a penis, and he was betting the chances were slim to none.
He took another disgusted look at the ruined fruit and rubbed his fingers around in the pulpy juice. Tried really hard not to think about why he was doing this as he quickly graduated from two fingers to three to four, scared he was gonna lose the chance if he didn’t do this quick.
Aaand that’s when it decided there was no more Mr. Nice-Gorilla. It knocked the metal bowl out of Dean’s hands and hauled him close by his ankle. He got a ten-second reprieve when he wrapped a fruit-sloppy hand around its cock and surprised it. Jesus. Dean’s hand didn’t even come close to spanning the girth.
Gorillas, apparently, don’t find handjobs an acceptable substitute for fucking, either. Dean was manhandled back around like a good little fucktoy.
He had a few minutes to entertain the hope that it would get off just by rubbing against his thighs and ass, but that died pretty quickly when its dick bumped against his hole and the gorilla jabbed his resistant body til he was too tired to fight it anymore.
Dean was positive that nothing that size was meant to go up his ass, but enough brute strength and apparently you could shove a lamp pole up there. The thought that he could have opened himself up enough for this was laughable. He thought it couldn’t get more painful til he realized that was only the tip.
It rutted inside him further, and further, and further. Every time he thought it was done, and every time he was wrong. The gorilla’s hands yanked him down another few inches and Dean screamed as something tore. Deep visceral pain that overwhelmed his broken arm and he wondered if the animal’s dick was straightening things inside him that were supposed to be…not-straight. A little farther and he swore he’d be feeling dick at the back of his throat.
Dean’s body jarred violently as the monkey fucked him up and down that cock, bottoming out to a place that made his gut burn. No new snap of tissues giving way but the pain, God. He couldn’t summon the energy to brace himself against the movements, limbs flopping weakly with every stroke til the rhythmic jarring of his broken arm had him on the edge of passing out.
He was oblivious to his own tears until the gorilla came inside him. It burned like acid, salty fluid bathing his bloody insides, and Dean sobbed pathetically as the gorilla’s dick fell out and it was finally over.
He didn’t have the energy to cry but he also couldn’t stop. Dean was completely limp as the gorilla rolled onto its back and cradled him on its chest.
He hiccupped out a laugh as a gentle palm petted his head.
God, he needed a hospital now. It would be another five hours before staff showed up and found him here. He wondered if they’d charge him for B&E or if they’d feel too sorry for him.
Dean was shivering with shock and pain, on the edge of going unconscious, when the gorilla started to shift around again. It was still hard. Its back feet came up to cup Dean’s ass and grind him down against its cock, and Dean’s whole body throbbed with pain as he realized, that was just round one.