Andy hadn’t thought to use his powers for sex as much, knowing whoever he used his telepathy on wouldn’t have a choice. They wouldn’t necessarily want him. Unless…unless he came across Too Pretty Dean Winchester again at a random bar, and he used the right words.
“Do what you would do if you knew we’d be alone in this bar’s bathroom for an hour, and there were no consequences.” Andy ordered after a drunken Dean had spent the last hour at the bar badly hiding his attraction to him. And to the bartender. Dean obediently dropped to his knees and started opening his new lover’s pants as quickly as his fingers could manage. “Yeah? Be honest with me tonight. What do you want in there?”
“Wanna suck your mind controlling cock, wanna take you to my motel room and suck and swallow all night and then wake you up whenever my throat feels empty.” Dean said honestly, groaning in delight when Andy’s dick was finally in his hand, and he began slurping it up like a madman. Dean looked up at him with the prettiest eyes Andy had ever seen, starting to force his mouth up and down on it quickly, sucking hard and allowing himself to be much more wanton and desperate for it than he normally would. When he choked and coughed he came up for air, jacking off the beautiful thick cock with his hand and gasping in oxygen. “Want you to mind control every guy that works here to come gangbang me, to make them use me like I’m in a hentai, till my belly’s swollen full of their cu-”
Andy gripped Dean’s head tightly and forced his cock back inside, starting to jackhammer into a surprised and gagging Dean. The cook and manager were already on their way, the bartender would come in after he closed up. But none would touch him before he flooded Dean with his first load of telepath jizz. The hunter was trying to catch some air as he pushed back on Andy’s hips with his strong hunter muscles, and the telepath groaned loudly as he forced Dean to put his hands behind his back instead. Dean was trying to beg for air around his cock when the manager and cook walked in and stood by the sinks, and Andy started skullfucking his bitch as they watched with interest.
“You two are going to take turns on his throat when I’m done. But first, fuck, Dean? Cum on my cock. Hard.” Andy ordered, and Dean’s eyes blew open WIDE as he screamed around the shaft fucking into his throat without care. Two seconds, that’s how long he could hold it back, before he began filling up his boxer’s and jeans, his legs shaking and eyes staring up at Andy like he was a god. “Not hard enough. Again, harder. No, again, HARDER, Dean, like you’ve been pent up all day and are desperate for more cock? Yeah, there we go…no, wait don’t pass out, don’t pass-!…damn couldn’t have waited till I finished? Well, you two undress him and start fucking his unconscious mouth one at a time, I’ll empty the bar so we can use him on the counter later.”
So true, anon! Andy was quite amazed what a filthy little cumslut was hiding under the thinest veneer of macho heterosexuality... really, Dean had been desperately waiting his whole life for someone to "make him"...
And now in Andy's hands he could embrace his true destiny - sucking and riding dick as long as anyone would have him <3
