hermias

Tough Love, Lesson Three

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 16:54:39 GMT

Tough Love, Lesson Three
Atana_Blackfox
Dean/Sam
NC-17, wincest, BDSM, d/s
Does Sam want to continue being Dean's sub?

It had been three days since the morning that Dean had tied Sam down to a bed and fucked him. Dean wanted to give Sam a few days to digest everything that had happened between them. As much as Dean wanted to tell him to put the cuffs on, tie him down again and make him beg for release, he didn’t want to do anything that would hurt his little brother.

Well, at least not psychologically or emotionally. Physically, well, he was a bit too turned on by Sam having a red ass, tender nipples and little bite marks nipped in strategic places. As long as Sam enjoyed it too, there was no way in Hell he was giving that up.

Dean glanced over at Sam, slumped in the passengers’ side of the Impala, half laying against the door with his mouth slightly open. It was a warm night, with just soft touch of humidity. His little brother appeared to be dozing, which he probably was. Sam still had nightmares, but not as often and Dean could usually get him back to sleep for a few hours after he woke up. Sam would eventually become so sleep deprived he’d need a night of sleeping pills again, but if he did it on occasion overall he should be fine. Little bro had been in a good mood the past few days, almost eating decently, bantering with him, and occasionally even had that sparkle in his eyes that he remembered when he was a kid. That look in his eyes that meant, for the moment at least, he was having fun.

Since this morning, though, Sam had started acting broody and quiet. Dean chalked this up to one of two things; either Sam was insecure over not getting “dom attention” from him or what happened was finally sinking in and he was upset. Dean, never one for discussing feelings too deeply and being a man of actions rather than words decided to tackle the issue head on.

They didn’t have another job yet, so Dean pulled into the next rather isolated motel he found. Sam began to wake up as he pulled into the parking lot next to the office.

“Wakey, wakey, Sammy boy,” Dean teased as he tousled Sam’s hair.

Sam rather crankily batted his hand away. “My turn to drive?” He asked grumpily.

“Nope” Dean grinned. “Stopping for the night. Stay put, I’ll go get a room.”

Dean requested a room that was isolated and quiet. “My brother's sick,” he lied glibly, “I want him to get some rest.” Rest was the last thing Sam was going to get that night, but the desk clerk didn't need to know that.

Dean walked slowly back out to the car. Tonight Sam was going to understand--really understand--what a dom/sub relationship entailed. This wasn’t a game. Dean would do whatever it took to keep Sam safe, happy, and by his side, where he belonged, and right now Dean thought a dom/sub relationship was the best way to do it. Psychic Boy had a hard time realizing what was going on around him some days – including what his own body needed. Tonight was going to be a test, for both of them.

Dean still planned on having a hell of a good time with it, though.

After they got into the room and unpacked, Dean turned to Sam with a warm, teasing smirk. “Strip down and get a shower, when you get out put on the cuffs and don’t bother getting dressed. If you’re cold, you can crawl under the blankets. I’m going to bring back something to eat.” He smiled at the stunned reaction on Sam’s face before he turned to walk out the door. He didn't bother to look back to see if Sam was following his orders.

Dean grinned and chuckled once he was in the Impala. He planned to eat at a restaurant before bringing something back for Sam. He wanted to give Sam a little time to think it over.

~*~

Sam stood near his bed, stunned into silence for once. He slowly pulled the cuffs out of his bag and put them in the middle of his bed. Dean insisted that he keep them with his gear. Putting them on meant that he had to obey Dean’s every order. He had to give up control to him. Sam trembled slightly as he traced the edge of one of the ankle cuffs. The last time he wore these cuffs…was complicated.

The sex was the best he'd ever had, but more than that he felt--safe. Even safer than when he had stopped hunting during the Stanford years. It was an emotional security he didn't know he needed until he had it. Dean said it was his way or nothing, and Sam trusted Dean. Taking a deep breath, Sam began taking off his clothes.

~*~

Dean had found both a grocery store and a decent little diner, so he had picked up some baked chicken, rolls, precut fresh fruit, and chocolate. When he came in with the food, Sam was totally nude and lying on his stomach on his bed, his arms wrapped around his pillow, looking sleepy-eyed. Dean smiled at him, trying not to smirk in satisfaction because Sammy wanted to continue being his sub. Sam shyly returned the smile before shifting on the bed and looking slightly away. Dean set the food down on his bed. He sat down next to Sam and delicately stroked him from neck to knee. Sam shivered slightly at his touch, both because Dean’s hands were cold and out of sheer nervousness.

“Dean, I…” was all Sam managed to get out before Dean’s fingers gently pressed against his upper lip.

“Shhhhhh…Tonight you don’t speak unless I tell you to, or if you want to stop. Do you understand?”

Sam’s sweet puppy dog eyes widened for a moment before he responded quietly “Yes Dean.”

“Good. Tonight is probably going to be difficult for you.” Dean smiled gently as he affectionately brushed the hair away from Sammy’s eyes, trying to calm the anxiety that had come over his features at those words.

“Tonight we’re going to explore your limits, and work on showing you what being a sub, my sub means. Just forget all the shit you’ve read or heard about dom/sub relationships. The fiction is crappy and I’m not some sadistic fuck that keeps a whole chest of cat of nine tails.”

Dean leaned in and gave Sam a slow, passionate kiss before pulling away, but cupped Sam’s chin to be sure he continued looking at him. “This isn’t a full-time dom/sub relationship, you’re my sub only when you wear the cuffs, but when you have them on you are mine. You’re also still my baby brother and hunt with me, so I will never do anything that will hurt you enough that will slow you down protecting yourself or fighting. Got that?”

Sam blushed slightly. “Yes Dean.” Sam’s heart did a strange little flip when he saw how pleased Dean was with him. This was weird; normally he’d try to piss Dean off if he took this tone of voice with him.

“Good. If things start to hurt too much, say ‘poltergeist’.” Sam smothered a giggle, hoping that wouldn’t get him in trouble. All he got was an indulgent smile from Dean and a soft swat on his left ass cheek. “It’s what’s called a safe word, and it’s to keep you from getting damaged.” Dean’s expression became hard for a moment. “It’s your responsibility to use it if you think you’re getting hurt too much. Don’t be afraid to use it. I hope you never have to, but with what we do we can’t take chances. Understand?”

Sam swallowed and fought the urge to look away. “Yes Dean.”

“You hungry?”

Sam hesitated. He really wasn’t, but he knew Dean wanted him to eat. Sam decided to answer honestly. “No Dean.”

Dean tousled his hair again. “Sorry, little bro, but you’re eating a little anyways; made a special trip for you.” Dean pulled the bed spread off the other bed, folded it and laid it in the floor next to the bed and started opening food containers. He nudged Sam and pointed to the floor. “Make yourself comfortable.” Sam moved slowly to the floor, wondering exactly what Dean had in mind.

After he had sat down on the floor, Dean began feeding him bits of chicken and roll by hand. Dean was obviously enjoying himself judging by the strange, gentle smile Sam saw on his face. He realized he was seeing a side of his brother he never realized existed until a few days ago. Sam decided to get daring and nibbled and sucked Dean’s fingers during the next bite. He was rewarded with one of Dean’s most blinding smiles and a quick caress of his cheek and jaw.

Dean only had him eat a few bites of roll and chicken before standing up. “On the bed.” He told him with an almost evil grin. “I’ll be right back.” Dean grabbed the ice bucket and headed out the door. After the door closed Sam allowed himself a groan. He had a feeling that certain parts of his body were going to become very well acquainted with ice that night. Sam had settled himself on the bed by the time Dean returned.

Dean set the half full bucket of ice on the nightstand between the beds. Dean's predatory grin made Sam want to hide under the covers. Leaning in for a kiss, Dean's tongue slipped lovingly inside his mouth, finishing with a gentle nip to his lower lip. Dean’s hand brushed Sam’s long bangs away from his face and looked into his eyes for a moment before cradling his head for a moment with his long fingers. Sam's heart was pounding in anticipation.

Finally Dean spoke. “I’m going to get a shower. When I come out I want to see a rock hard cock and nipples and don’t come or the rest of the night won’t be much fun. Got it?”

Sam couldn’t help but smile. “Yes Dean,” he replied sweetly.

Dean gave him a mock glare before beginning to strip. Sam watched him intently, drinking in the sight of his brother’s body as it emerged. The sparse patch of tawny-golden hairs on Dean’s chest fascinated him. He wondered when he’d be allowed to play with them. Dean awkwardly pulled off his pants and boxers and Sam could see he was already half hard. Sam watched the lines of Dean’s ass and thighs shift as he moved. Sam shifted himself on the bed. He wasn’t having much of a problem getting hard, even though his hands were folded behind his head.

Dean saw his growing erection and smirked. He paused by the bed and gently stroked Sam’s cock a few times before walking to the bathroom. Sam had to work hard not to buck into his touch. He really didn’t like having the inside of his thighs spanked and he didn’t want to disappoint Dean.

It wasn't long before Sam was finding out exactly how hard the night was going to be for him. It seemed like Dean was taking forever in the shower. He was writhing on the bed, stroking and twisting his hands around his cock, trying to stay hard without pushing himself over the edge. Sam was breathing harshly, desperately hoping for the shower to shut off. He was also working on not moving his hips. Dean was such a control freak about that. Sam moaned deep in his throat, his cock was throbbing. He had never held off his orgasm for this long whenever he was masturbating.

Hearing the shower shut off was heaven. Dean would be back in the room soon. When Dean finally walked out of the shower Sam couldn’t hold back a moan. He didn’t realize how desperately lonely he was for Dean until he felt him in the room again.

Dean looked him over with a smile. Dean finished toweling off his hair and sat down on the bed next to Sam. The lines of Dean’s back and shoulders were relaxed. “Stop,” he said softly. Sam put his arms to his side, trying to stifle a keen in his throat. Dean slid his hands over Sam’s chest to calm him. “You can make noises Sammy, you just can’t speak. Understand?”

“Yes Dean.” Sam whimpered. Dean’s hands lightly stroked his nipples, noticing their reaction. Without warning Dean sharply pinched both of his nipples, causing Sam to arch his back.

“Easy Tiger.” Dean gave Sam that strange, warm laugh he only heard at times like these.

Sam bit his lip to stop himself from pleading with Dean to touch him more, to let him come. He didn’t realize how hard it was not to speak. Dean moved down the bed and shifted his attention to his cock. Dean carefully looked at it for a moment before taking it into his hands, stroking it gently, touching and examining every part of it.

Sam’s breath caught in his throat, fighting back tears and trying not to come. Dean made him feel so…special, wanted, desired. He could feel Dean’s hands on him, exploring the texture of the skin on his cock, doing experimental strokes and twists, carefully listening to his breath and whimpers. Sam couldn’t tell if he was in agony or in bliss. Dean turned his attention to his balls, repeating the process, stroking them gently, tugging on them, and playing with the hair covering his sacs.

Sam began sobbing in earnest, desperately trying to stay still. He couldn’t keep his hips from twitching. Dean looked up at him and Sam whimpered and looked away, afraid. Sam’s whole body was trembling from the stress of holding back. Dean stopped touching him. Sam choked back another sob and tried to turn away, thinking Dean was mad at him for not staying still enough.

Normally, Dean would have punished a sub for this, but this was Sammy and he could see how hard he was trying. He knew Sam better than any other sub he’d ever had, he could read his emotions more easily. Punishing him now would be counter-productive. Dean allowed Sam to curl on his side and then curled behind him. His wrapped his arms around his little brother and kissed him on the back of the neck. Dean could feel Sam quivering against him and let his hands drift back down to Sam’s cock, checking its hardness. He was still firm and Dean stroked him gently.

“You’re not in trouble Sammy.” Dean breathed into his ear. “I just want you to come a certain way. My way, when I say so.” Dean nibbled on his neck and shoulder while Sam whimpered in frustrated lust. Dean tugged on his shoulder. “On your back” he ordered.

Sam obeyed quickly, relieved that Dean wasn’t upset with him. Dean put pillows under Sam’s hips and tied him down to the bed frame, legs wide and his arms tied comfortably to the sides of the bed. He checked the pillows under Sam’s head to be sure he was comfortable. Dean wanted Sam to focus on what he wanted him to feel, not on a crick in his neck or his arms falling asleep.

Dean knelt between Sam’s legs and looked at him. Sam’s eyes had unshed tears in them, and he was still trembling. Dean smiled at him gently and a little sadly. He was glad that his brother was submitting to him, but seeing how vulnerable Sam was made him ache.

Sam had been a good soldier in Dad's army, but it came with a high price tag. Neither Dean nor their father had realized that Sam was a developing psychic, he covered his pain too well and when he took off, for the longest time Dean couldn't understand why he left. But these past few months gave Dean a whole new insight into his brother. Now that Sam was expending all his energy in wrestling with his psychic abilities in trying to not let them overcome him, he had become so vulnerable. Dean recognized that in effect he hadn't made Sam his sub, Sam had unconsciously asked him to be his dom.

Dean gently stroked Sam’s face for a moment. “Has a guy ever given you head before?”

Sam took a ragged breath. “No Dean.”

Dean couldn’t stop a smirk from breaking free. “You’re in for a treat. Not that the ladies aren’t good, but another guy knows the equipment.”

Dean gently nuzzled the inside of Sam’s thighs before getting up quickly to grab some lube. After lubing Sam up well he gently worked two fingers into his ass, pumping slowly. Sam whined under him, straining at his bonds. Dean leaned down and slowly licked the under side of Sam’s cock from base to tip before flicking his tongue repeatedly around the head. Dean sealed his lips around the head of Sam’s cock before sucking and humming softly, while stroking Sam’s prostate. He was pleased to hear Sam keening under him. He knew Sam couldn’t last much longer.

Sam felt like every bit of the blood in his body was in his cock right now. It took every fiber of his being not to buck into Dean's mouth and come. Dean’s mouth was hot and smooth, except for the texture of his tongue. He could feel himself panting and trying not to gray out. He was so hard it was painful, but he wanted so much to please Dean, to see one of those special smiles he gave him when he was happy with him.

Dean suddenly sucked in his entire cock, working his tongue firmly along the underside before breaking away. “Come for me Sammy, come now,” he growled as he fingered his ass faster and jerked his cock hard in his other hand. With a raw scream, Sam bucked once before coming, spurting a torrent of seed on his chest and belly. Sam saw stars as he briefly blacked out.

Dean pulled the pillows out from under Sam’s hips. He could tell by the dazed look on his brother’s face that he wasn’t really with it yet. Dean sighed, glad Sam had came so hard but unhappy he had thrust his hips. That was one of the rules. He was going to have to punish him for it. Sammy might be his little brother, but he couldn’t become a total pushover. Dean had a few other things to do with Sam first before he got around to punishing him.

After Sam had recovered enough from his orgasm that Dean was sure he was paying attention, he slowly lowered his head to Sam’s semen coated belly. With a quick flick of his tongue, Dean began to lap up Sam’s come. Sam groaned. After Dean had licked up and swallowed about half, he lapped up a large tongue full before moving up to kiss Sam, worming his tongue into Sam’s mouth, forcing Sam to taste his own seed.

Dean was trying to prepare Sam for giving his first blow job gently. He didn’t want him to feel humiliated when he did, which is why Dean made a point of blowing him first and showing how much he enjoyed the taste of Sam’s come. Dean had introduced him to anal sex and Sam enjoyed it. Training new subs was always so much fun, and Dean wanted this to be a positive thing for Sammy, not one that would hurt him. The relationship worked both ways though, and Dean had needs he expected to be met.

Sam groaned when he felt Dean lapping up his come off his belly. He was surprised when his brother kissed him with a mouthful of his own seed, forcing him to taste himself and swallow part of it. Sam gagged slightly at first at the bitterness, but after a moment he decided it wasn’t so bad and began to kiss Dean back. After a moment Dean broke off the kiss and grabbed the chocolate bar he had bought earlier. Dean broke off a small piece and dragged it through the small amount of come left on Sam’s belly and then fed it to him. He rewarded Sam with one of his blinding smiles when Sam didn’t gag on the taste this time.

Dean moved off the bed and began untying Sam. “Okay little bro, time to return the favor.”

Dean smiled at the expression on Sam’s face. He looked like he didn’t know if he were horrified or intrigued. Dean helped him off the bed, took his hand and led him over to one of the chairs next to the table. Dean grabbed the folded comforter from the floor as they went.

Dean laid the comforter down in front of the chair and forced Sam to his knees on it while he sat down. Sam looked anxious as Dean stroked his face and hair for a moment. Dean was already rock hard. Sammy kneeling between his knees wearing only wrist and ankle cuffs was a beautiful sight. It wasn’t going to take much for him to come, but that was a good thing since it was Sammy’s first time.

Sam had never been this close to an erect cock before. And just like the rest of his brother it was a beautiful cock. He gazed intently at the bulging veins and the deep purple head. Dean's sacs were already drawn up and Sam could see clear fluid glistening on the tip and beginning to run down one side.

Dean cupped Sam’s face, forcing him to look up at him. “You’ve never given a blow job before, have you?”

Sam licked his lips in nervous anticipation and replied “No, Dean.”

Dean smiled down at Sam. “It’s a fine art little bro, and one I expect you to learn well. Tonight we’re going to do things easy, though. Just do what I tell you to and you’ll be fine. When I come, try to swallow it all. It’s okay if you don’t, but if you do, the next time we fuck, you can come whenever you want.” Dean wanted to give Sammy incentives for good behavior, not just punishments for breaking the rules. Sam blinked up at him for a moment.

Dean caressed Sam’s cheek. “Okay, start off by licking, Sammy, nice and slow.”

Sam responded by dragging his broad tongue from base to tip. Dean groaned. “Again!” he ordered harshly. Sam licked him again, daringly swishing his tongue around the head of Dean’s cock, wanting to taste the clear fluid at the tip.

“Good, good”, Dean petted Sam’s hair, moaning, “do it again.”

Sam complied, thinking he liked the feel of Dean’s cock under his tongue, and the clear fluid didn’t taste all that bad, either. Sam decided that he was addicted to the smell of Dean, he loved the moans and guttural sounds he was drawing from his brother. When Sam completed another lick and swish and Dean just continued moaning without giving him any further instructions, Sam decided to get daring. He closed his lips around the purple, glistening head and sucked gently.

Dean responded by moaning loudly and roughly fisting both hands into Sam’s hair. “Harder” he hissed.

Sam sucked as hard as he could as Dean held his head still and thrust his cock half way into Sam’s mouth. Panting, Dean got himself back under control and pulled back. He didn’t want to make Sam gag. Damn, Sam’s mouth was warm and soft, and he seemed so willing to learn. Dean looked down at his brother’s soft brown hair fisted in his hands. Sam kept sucking, and Dean kept panting. Dean gently pushed Sam’s head down a few inches before pulling it back up. Sam understood and started a steady rhythm, sucking steadily as he took more and more of Dean’s cock into his mouth.

Dean groaned and arched his back. “That’s it Sammy, you’re doing good, so proud of you…” Dean grunted. He didn’t think Sam could suck any harder, but the suction on his cock increased after his praise. Dean moaned again. Damn, Sammy wanted so bad to please him and Dean was never letting him go.

The thought of a Sammy giving him whole series of blow jobs in the back of the Impala was enough to send Dean over the edge. Dean managed to grunt out Sam’s name in warning before his cock started twitching violently. The orgasm was blinding and Dean twisted his fists sharply in Sam’s hair, unable to stop himself from hurting Sammy just a little. Sam yelped but didn’t stop his sucking and Dean could feel him swallowing all of his come down as the vibrations from Sam’s painful cry made him come even harder.

After Dean recovered he gently eased his grip in Sam’s hair and pulled him off his cock before letting him go. Sam whimpered and nuzzled the inside of Dean’s thigh. Dean could feel Sam’s silent tears wet against his leg.

Dean stroked Sam’s hair for a moment. “You okay?”

Sam sniffled a bit and rubbed his face against his thigh again. “Yes Dean.”

Dean grunted, not convinced and pulled Sam up and over to the bed, snuggling him after they were both lying down. “You were very good Sammy,” he whispered into is ear, “I’m proud of you, you did so well your first time.” Dean rubbed Sam’s back. “Now, tell me the truth, are you okay?”

Sam sobbed once into his chest. “No, Dean,” he finally admitted.

Dean had a good idea why but wanted Sam to say it. “Tell me why,” Dean ordered firmly, “and don’t ever lie to me again.”

Sam swallowed convulsively. “You hurt me,” he whispered.

Dean understood what Sam meant. Every other time he had caused Sam pain was in a way that aroused him, and this didn’t.

Dean stroked him for a moment before answering. “Yes, I know I did. Just a little, because you are mine to hurt, Sammy. You. Are. Mine. I take care of you, I fuck you, and sometimes, because I enjoy it, I will hurt you a little. Not much, but you have to understand you are mine, and I will enforce it.” Dean’s voice was light but matter of fact. Dean reached down between Sam’s legs and wasn’t surprised to find him getting hard at his declaration of ownership. Dean stroked him firmly, hearing Sam gasp as he got fully hard.

After Sam had started panting, Dean pushed him away slightly but kept stroking him. “You broke a rule earlier Sammy. Do you remember?”

Sam whimpered but replied, “Yes Dean.”

“What did you do?” Dean asked sternly.

“I moved my hips,” Sam whispered.

Dean nodded. “That’s right. The way this works is that you have to be punished when you break a rule. I can’t be soft on you since you’re my little bro. That means sometimes I have to be harder on you.” Dean kept up his stroking for a moment, firmly pulling on Sam’s cock until he felt Sam's balls draw up. He stopped, keeping him just short of orgasm. Dean pushed him into a sitting position and then locked Sam’s wrists together behind his back before tying his ankles together. Dean could feel Sam trembling, but he also noticed his erection didn’t subside much.

Dean tilted Sam over his lap, preparing him for a spanking. Dean rubbed Sam’s ass for a moment. “You don’t have to be silent, but try not to scream too loud,” he told him before smacking his ass hard for the first time.

Sam shrieked again. This was unlike the first spanking Dean had given him; this time he was hitting him much faster and harder. Within moments Sam was sobbing, his tears falling onto the carpet below him. To make matters worse, from time to time Dean would stop spanking him to reach around and tease his cock into full hardness again before continuing to blister his ass.

Sam sobbed, thinking he had never been in so much sexual pain. His balls felt like they were the size of grapefruits, but Dean didn’t seem to be letting up on him anytime soon. They hurt so bad; Sam had never had a case of blue balls this bad in his life. Sam made a guttural cry as Dean switched to spanking the backs of his thighs. Sam hated that, but it usually meant the spanking was nearly over.

Suddenly Dean flipped him over on his back on the bed, his arms still bound behind him.

“You can come whenever you want to,” Dean breathed harshly.

Sam barely had time to register what was said before Dean’s mouth latched onto his cock hungrily. Dean gripped his hips firmly to keep him from moving while he sucked him long and hard, making Sam feel like he had been attached to a vacuum cleaner. Within thirty seconds Sam was screaming again, this time as an intense, painful orgasm ripped through his body. His cock and balls felt like they were exploding as finally the relief of release began to wash over him. Sam groaned; he was going to be sure never to break a rule again.

Then again, he had just come so hard…

Sam barely had time to process what had just happened before Dean flipped him over on his stomach. Sam felt Dean rubbing his hard cock over his hot ass and groaned, hoping Dean didn’t want to fuck him up the ass. Sam thought that would kill him right now.

“No worries little bro,” Dean growled, as if reading his thoughts. “I have another plan for this cherry red ass of yours.” Dean rubbed his cock over Sam’s ass a few more times before letting it glide along his ass crack. Sam whimpered slightly as Dean’s cock gently ran over his ass. With each thrust Dean ground harder into him, building up more and more heat and friction until Dean spurted with a series of loud grunts all over his lower back.

Dean collapsed against him for a moment before getting up, Sam whimpering and panting under him. Dean released Sam’s wrists and ankles. “Stay put,” Dean ordered as Sam flexed his arms and legs.

Dean came back with a towel that he dipped into the ice water in the bucket on the bed stand. He laid the icy cold towel over Sam’s ass and thighs before petting the back of his head and stroking his back. Dean leaned in to kiss the back of Sam’s neck before going to the bathroom.

Sam sighed under the kiss, feeling tired but whole. His ass hurt, but he was so relaxed now, so calm. He didn't understand how this relationship was working, he was just glad it did.

Dean brought back a warm washcloth to clean his mess off Sam's back. Sam smiled up at him over his shoulder, a smile that Dean returned.

“We’re gonna have to keep that cute ass of yours iced tonight.” Dean said with a grin.

Sam just smiled back and squirmed under the icy towel. Dean hadn’t given him permission to speak yet.

“Maybe we should start keeping your cuffs in the glove box,” Dean mused. “You can continue practicing your blow jobs in the Impala…”

Progress on Tough Love

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 03:28:31 GMT

I just wanted to let everyone know I am working on the next installment. I am on page three right now, and I expect this one to be a bit longer than the first two. I only check my LJ a few times a week, just wanted to update everyone! Thanks for your patience and support!

Tough Love, Chapter 2

Tue, 21 Feb 2006 23:07:12 GMT

Though Love Chapter 2:
Hermias:
Sam/Dean:
Sam/Dean:
NC-17. Anal, BDSM:

Cross posted to my journal

I do not own Supernatural. Unbetad. I used spellcheck!

When Sam woke for the second time that day he was curled on his side with Dean spooning him. He drifted back into consciousness gradually, enjoying the feeling of Dean’s arms around him, making him feel safe and whole in a way he hadn’t since he was a kid. His nipples felt sore and his ass stung, but it was in an almost pleasant way. He tried to stay as still as possible, not wanting to move, not wanting to break this precious feeling. Dean must have been awake and felt him shift his weight as he woke up because after a moment he felt Dean’s hand running through his hair. Sam snuggled the arm still around him and tried to burrow deeper into the bed. Dean just laughed, but it was a warm laugh, not a smirking one. Sam was grateful for it. He felt so good; relaxed and calm. He felt Dean put a kiss on the back of his neck.

“How you doing?” Dean asked.

“Good” Sam whispered back.

“You awake?”

“Yeah.” Dean rolled him over on his back. Dean cupped his cheek and made him look at him.

“We need to talk.” Sam shifted uncomfortably, wondering if what Dean was about to say was going to hurt. He felt so open and vulnerable right now. What they had done earlier had helped fill a void in him he hadn’t even known was there. Looking at Dean’s serious expression, Sam felt tears trying to break free. When he felt a trace of warm wetness on his cheek that Dean brushed away he broke and started crying like a child. Dean gathered him up in his arms. Sam clung to him, shaking and sobbing. He buried his head into his brother’s shoulder.

“Sammy, calm down; what’s wrong?” Dean’s voice was firm, but not cold.

“I’m afraid” Sam managed to get out brokenly. “I’m afraid you won’t want me again…like that.”

“Oh, no, believe me, I still want you. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. There are rules in relationships like these.” He gently pushed Sam away from him enough so that they could see each other’s faces. “I’m the one in control here; it’s my way or nothing. Most of the time we act just like we normally do, nothing’s changed. Any time I tell you to put on the cuffs though, you do it and while you’re wearing them you do exactly what I say. You sit when I say sit, stand when I say stand, eat when I tell you and sleep when I tell you. It’s about more than just the sex. It’s about letting me take care of you. Understand?”

Sam felt as if his heart had stopped. When he just nodded Dean shook him gently. “When I ask you a question, you answer me, not just nod your head unless you’re gagged.” Sam’s eyes widened at the implications that he’d be gagged often. “Now, do you understand me?”

“Yes” Sam was proud he managed to get that word out clearly.

“No, when I ask you a question you answer ‘yes Dean’ or ‘no Dean’. Understand?”

Sam swallowed. “Yes Dean.” Dean gave him a brilliant smile and rubbed his sore ass for a moment.

“Good. Take off the cuffs long enough to get a shower while I go out to get us some lunch. Put them back on when you’re dry.” Sam flushed but started getting out of bed.

~8~

After a quick shower and a chicken sandwich, Sam noticed Dean watching him with a speculative look. He was afraid to say much, nervous by this change between him and his brother. His ass was sore against the chair he was sitting in and his shirt was chaffing his tender nipples. He tried not to squirm. The ache in both, especially his nipples was strangely arousing. Sam tried to shift without Dean noticing. After not being able to masturbate in months he was embarrassed that he was trying to get hard for the second time in one day. He didn’t know how Dean would react.

Dean tried not to smirk. He knew the signs. He knew he had to be gentle with him right now because he was so vulnerable. It was always that way with new subs, but this was his baby brother. Some people were just naturally sexually submissive and Sammy was one of them. This morning made that very obvious. A lot of doms enjoyed humiliating their subs, but Dean had never found that very appealing. He knew how a supportive dom could make a shy sub blossom, not just in the bedroom but in the rest of their lives as well. Dean allowed himself to smile. That gave him an idea and he stood up.

Sammy looked up at him, his eyes opened wide and looking so vulnerable. Dean offered him his hand.

“Come on; let’s go over to the mirror.”

Sam swallowed and took his hand as Dean helped him up. “Yes Dean.” They walked across their hotel room. Dean made Sam face the mirror over the sink and stood directly behind him. Sam was looking down and to the right, avoiding his own reflection.

Dean gently stroked his back. “Look at yourself Sammy.” Sam reluctantly did.

“Take off your clothes.” The t-shirt brushed his nipples, causing another confusing combination of ache and pleasure. Sam blushed so hard his upper chest and shoulders were red. Dean kissed his spine after he took off his boxers.

“Look at yourself” Dean whispered in his ear. “You are so beautiful.” Sam swallowed. Dean gently reached around him and parted his legs. Sam felt so vulnerable and so uncertain even as his cock started trying to get hard.

“Say it Sammy. ‘I am so beautiful’.” Sam swallowed and did as he was told. The words felt uncomfortable in his mouth. Dean pressed against his back and loosely wrapped his arms around his waist, looking at him from behind his shoulder.

“Start rubbing you balls.” Sam’s breath hitched when his hands first curved around his velvety sacs.

“Very good, Sammy, very good. Don’t touch your cock until I tell you to. Say ‘I am a good boy’.” Sam was trying not to cry as he repeated what Dean told him. Dean’s hands started rubbing his nipples gently. Sam gasped. His chest was still red and his nipples stiffened instantly as his cock became rock hard. Dean nipped the back of his neck affectionately and chuckled.

“After a good nipple spanking they’ll usually stay sore for several days.” Dean let his hands drift down and around his waist to rub Sam’s still red ass.

Sam whimpered. “Can I please touch my cock now?” He felt like he was being daring just asking.

“No, not yet, but you can take one hand and play with your nipples. As a matter of fact, I think that’s an order. Say ‘my cock is perfect’.” Sam obeyed. Dean kept him repeating phrases describing himself as a good, smart, strong and beautiful person. Dean grabbed his hips and pressed himself into Sam’s back, rubbing his own erection against the bottom of Sam’s ass. Sam bucked his hips backwards, wanting to rub against Dean’s hard cock. Dean reached around and sharply slapped the inside of one of Sam’s thighs. The tears that Sam had been trying to hold back spilled down his cheeks and spattered onto his chest.

“No Sammy, you don’t buck your hips. You keep them still unless I tell you to. That’s one of the rules. You understand?” Dean’s voice was sharp and firm.

“Yes Dean.” Sam managed to gasp out after a moment.

Dean kissed his shoulder in consolation and began to rub his brother’s cock gently. “I know it’s all so new for you and it can be hard Sammy, but you need to learn. Don’t come unless I give you permission to. Ever. Do you understand?” Dean could see how the outline of his palm was turning bright red on Sam’s thigh.

“Yes Dean.”

“Now, say ‘I am beautiful’.” Sam gasped and did as he was told. Dean gripped his ass while his other hand teased the head of Sam’s cock. Dean was so incredibly turned on. Watching Sam in the mirror, touching him self, struggling to stay in control was a memory that Dean knew he would always cherish. Dean took a step back and quickly shucked his clothes. Dean’s heart almost broke when he saw the brief flash of hurt in Sam’s eyes when he moved away. When he stepped back he wrapped his arms around him and held him close for a moment. Both of his hands drifted back down to stroke his cock firmly for a few moments, causing Sam to squirm slightly as he tried to stay still. Dean smiled. Usually he would have punished him, but he knew Sammy was trying so hard to be good for him. His hands left Sam’s cock to gently stroke and scratch his thighs.

“I love you so much, Sammy. I am so happy that you’re trying to be so good for me.” Dean could feel Sam trembling against him. He wondered if Sam would manage to stay on his feet until he was through with him. He wasn’t used to this yet and they might have to move to the bed. For right now, Sam looked like he could manage and Dean was incredibly turned on watching him tremble and sweat under his touch.

Sam felt like he was dying. He was trembling with desire and he began rubbing his balls a little more firmly before he lightened up again. No, Dean said he couldn’t come yet. He was sure the spanking he got earlier would be nothing to what Dean did to him if he disobeyed. For some reason that just made Sam even harder.

“New rule, Sammy.” Dean said firmly. Sam looked in the mirror at Dean behind him. “If I tell you to stop, you stop whatever you’re doing and put your hands at your sides. Do you understand?”

“Yes Dean.” Sam breathed. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be told to stop or not. His cock was stiff and aching, wanting release, but he knew he’d be punished if he came without permission. Dean struggled not to smirk.

“If I tell you to freeze, you stop moving and stay right in the position that you’re in. Understand?”

“Yes Dean.”

“We’re going to practice now. Stop.” Sam keened in his throat but put his hands at his sides. Dean gently stroked his back and chest, lightly tracing over his nipples.

“Start again.” He ordered. Sam was trembling even harder but obeyed.

“Pinch your nipples, don’t just stroke them. Harder.” Dean’s voice was getting harsh.

Just as Sam pinched one of his nipples hard Dean ordered “Freeze”. Sam cried out loudly.

“Dean, Dean!” Sam sounded panicked. “Please, oh god, please, I’m trying so hard…” Dean ground his cock against Sam’s ass while he quickly reached around and squeezed the base of Sam’s cock to help him stay in control.

“Stop. Very good. If you tell me when you’re having problems, I can help.” Dean whispered. “It shows me you are trying to learn. I am so proud of you.” As Dean ground his cock against Sam’s ass he realized something. Sam carried so much guilt that it seriously affected his self esteem. He smiled into his brother’s back. He’d see if he could do something about that.

“Go lay down on your bed, on your back.” Dean ordered as he gave Sam’s ass a gentle squeeze. Sam walked a few steps before tumbling onto his bed, limbs splaying and twisting in his eagerness to do what Dean said. Dean loomed over him from the foot of the bed for a few moments, gazing at Sam, savoring the sheen of sweat on his skin, his rigid cock and tender nipples. Most of all, he loved the look of open vulnerability, the trust and need in Sam’s eyes. He was going to take that trust and make him feel good and use that pleasure to make him believe the words he would repeat over and over to him.

Sam’s eyes followed him as he tied back down both his wrist to the ropes on the bed frame. He stroked Sam’s bangs out of his eyes and leaned in to kiss him.

“You’re not in trouble” Dean whispered to him as he stroked his chest, playing with his nipples and causing Sam to arch into his touch. Dean stared deep into his eyes. “I just like seeing you tied up. I want you to look at me Sammy. Don’t take your eyes off my face.” Dean quickly grabbed the extra pillows and the lube before nudging Sam’s legs apart and kneeling between them. Sam automatically lifted his hips for Dean to put the pillow under him, causing him to smile in approval. Dean lubed both of their cocks well; then he wrapped his hands around both their cocks and held them together. With a gentle smile he began moving, grinding his cock into Sam’s.

Sam struggled not to move his hips. He could feel himself almost hyperventilating. The pleasure was searing, almost too much to stand as he stared into his brother’s eyes. They eye to eye contact seared his mind and soul as much as Dean’s touch seared his body. Sam tried to hold back the whimpers that were trying to form in his throat and not beg for release. He was able to beg and moan when he was blindfolded or even when looking at himself in the mirror, but not directly to Dean. He bit his lip, trying to maintain control. He wanted to thrust against Dean’s cock and hands more than anything else in the world.

“You are beautiful Sam.” Dean said clearly with a lust thick voice. “You are beautiful and wonderful. You deserve good things.” Sam gasped and moaned. Dean just ground himself against his brother harder and faster. “You’re smart and strong and brave.” Sam could feel himself trembling violently under Dean, but that just seemed to make Dean hotter. Dean continuously changed the pace and rhythm, keeping Sam on edge while he kept up a nonstop stream of praise for him. Sam whimpered and pulled against the ropes holding down his arms, he could feel his whole body strain not to buck his hips or take his eyes off Dean.

This was the most intense sex Sam had ever had. He could feel his balls drawn up tight and his cock twitched as he fought to keep control. He could still feel pre-cum running down the head of his cock despite all the lube Dean had used on him. Then suddenly Dean pulled away.

Sam groaned pitifully. Dean gently stroked his thighs, letting him calm down for a moment.

“Put your legs on my shoulders, Sammy. You can close your eyes now.” Sam did as Dean ordered and tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He felt a finger gently stroking his ass crack again while Dean lightly stroked his shaft, careful not to touch the head of his cock. “Take some deep breaths for me Sammy.”

“Dean” he whimpered, “I don’t know if I can stay still…”

“Shhhhhh…” Dean calmed him and took the hand caressing his cock and gripped one of Sam’s hips to help him stay still. Then Dean slowly worked the index finger of his other hand into his ass. Sam gave a strange, high pitched cry as his cock jumped. Dean bit his own lip not to come himself. No, not yet. He had other plans for this little romp. Sammy was panting, sweating and whimpering under his hands. Dean had manipulated and controlled his body, mind and soul today. Slowly he worked in another finger, giving him time to adjust. Sam panted and thrashed his head on the pillows. Dean stroked Sam’s cock with sure, slow, steady strokes.

“It’s okay Sammy, you can come now.”

“But..but you…” Sam whined. Damn, his little bro was testing his control. After being kept on edge this long he was worried about his release. Oh, this was sweet. Sammy was such a beautiful, natural sub.

“Come for me Sam. Let me see your gorgeous cock spewing.” Dean started finger fucking his ass harder, being sure to hit his prostate while stroking his cock steadily.

With a scream Sam lost all control, his cock erupting. Sam felt like his entire heart and soul were opened during the blinding, shuddering spasms that shook his body. For a moment he was blinded by how much he loved Dean and how much Dean loved him.

Dean felt Sam’s body relax under him as he milked his orgasm for as long and as hard as he could. He leaned over a little awkwardly to kiss Sam, leaving his fingers in Sam’s ass.

“Do you feel up to trying anal?” Dean asked breathily in his ear. He knew that it would be easier for him after coming hard. Sam’s body had relaxed so much after the orgasm and the finger fucking this would be the best time to try anal for the first time. “If this hurts too much we can stop. This isn’t like a spanking, stretching is okay, but leaving you raw isn’t.”

Sam was still breathing hard but he managed to respond. “Oh god, yes Dean. Please.” Dean stroked his softening cock once before removing his fingers and liberally applying lube to both himself and Sam again.

Sam closed his eyes again and rested against the sweaty pillow under his head. He could feel Dean oh-so-gently easing into him. His earlier fear of being ass fucked had all but disappeared. It was obvious that Dean knew what he was doing as he skillfully nudged into him. There was stretching, a sensation of fullness, but almost no pain. Even if there had been, Sam still wanted so much to do this for Dean, to give him something back. Dean’s earlier praise while he was so aroused with pleasure actually made him feel like he had something worth giving to someone for once. The fact that even though he was tied down Dean would stop if he asked made him moan softly, feeling treasured and loved, not just a piece of meat to be fucked. Even though his balls were empty, Sam still stayed half hard just from pure mental arousal.

Dean took short, gasping breaths as he slowly but surely worked his entire cock into his brother’s ass. He was hot and silky around him. Sammy was still moaning slightly, his cock half wilted on his belly. Dean smiled, happy that Sam was obviously still enjoying his first ass fuck on some level even though he was empty. He kept his place slow and gentle, wanting Sam to have a good first experience. Dean had to keep strict control over him self. He wanted to pound into him relentlessly, but he couldn’t hurt Sammy like that, not when he had opened up so much to him. Dean gripped Sam’s hips, but was careful not to bruise him. A sore ass and nipples was one thing, but injured hips could get him killed in a hunt. After a few moments, he picked up his pace, watching Sam’s face careful for any signs pain. Sam’s breathe hitched and he could feel his hips twitch under his hands, as if he were trying not to meet his thrust. Dean grinned and looked at his brother’s cock. It was still only half hard. Hmmm….

Sam felt so strange. His cock wasn’t hard, but he still felt waves of pleasure, like he was slowly building to another orgasm. He was confused. For some reason he wanted Dean to fuck him harder and faster. Feeling Dean inside of him was so intimate, hearing him grunt over him and feeling droplets of his sweat falling on his stomach and chest was such a deep connection. Sam started moaning.

“Dean” Sam whimpered. Dean pulled out immediately. “No!” Sam protested, forgetting the rules and thrust his hips.

“Are you okay Sammy?” Dean asked urgently.

“Yes, but I feel strange” Sam whimpered and thrust his hips again slightly. “Please keep fucking me.” Dean slid back into him happily.

“What is it Sam, how do you feel?”

“Like, like I’m about to come again.” Dean could see and even feel the confusion in Sammy. He laughed a sound full of warmth.

“Little bro, you are full of surprises. You have permission.”

“Faster, please!” Sam looked like he was in agony. Dean had no trouble fulfilling the request of his tender new sub. He slowly began fucking him harder and faster, feeling Sam twitching hard under him. His face was thrown back and he could see every cord in his neck standing out. Dean was so turned on, but he wanted to fuck Sammy just a few seconds longer before he gave in to his own orgasm.

Suddenly Sam started screaming, his half hard cock twitching as he ejaculated a small amount of clear fluid. Dean laughed and came himself after another few hard thrust.

His orgasm was mind blowing. God, he was never going to let Sammy go. He wished he could get him a collar, but that was just too dangerous. The cuffs were dangerous enough.

Panting, Dean eased Sam’s legs off his shoulders. He wanted nothing more to collapse on top of Sam for a few moments, but he needed to release his arms. Dean didn’t want him to strain his arm or chest muscles. He quickly pulled the pillows out from under hip and untied his arms before snuggling Sammy in his arms. Sammy was sobbing lightly, but Dean didn’t question him. He just held and rocked him. A lot of subs cried after an intense session, and Sam was so new to this. Dean knew Sam wasn’t hurt or even upset, the crying was a release, same as the orgasm he just had. He just waited for Sam to come back down from his sex and endorphin high.

Sam calmed quickly. “What happened?” he whispered. Dean chuckled, knowing what he was asking.

“Some guys can come from their prostate without getting hard. They just shoot a little bit of clear fluid. You’ve always been a lucky little bastard in some ways. But I’m luckier. You are mine.” Dean’s voice was fierce and feral. Sam didn’t respond except to bury his face deeper into Dean’s neck.

After a few minutes Dean gently pushed him away and kissed him lightly.

“Stay put. I’m going to go get a shower.” Sam blushed slightly.

“Dean, I’m disgusting. I need to at least wipe off.” Dean laughed at him.

“You don’t have permission to take off the cuffs yet. Besides, after I shower I’m giving you a bath.

Tough Love

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 00:09:19 GMT

Tough Love:
Hermias:
Sam/Dean:
NC-17, noncon, bondage, spank:
Dean decides Sam needs a Dom.:

Dean watched Sammy with a concerned frown. His little bro hadn’t been laid in months, and no matter how hard you tried to ignore things, Dean had never heard or saw evidence of him jacking off, either.

This was cause for more than just normal brotherly concern. In their type of work, that type of repression could draw some serious nasties. Incubi and succubi were just a few that came to mind. Sam’s deep grief and psychic abilities had cause some serious problems by drawing monsters, spirits and even a demon or two that they’d had to take care of, sometimes when they were already on another job. Fighting on two fronts at once was not something Dean enjoyed doing, especially when his little bro was emotionally fucked up.

Any time Dean tried talking to him about it, he’d shut him out. Dean secretly hired professionals to seduce Sammy at the occasional night club and bars they stopped by. None of it worked. Dean decided he had to take things into his own hands. He wasn’t going to let Sammy be turned into some demon‘s bitch. He’d make him into his first.

He planned it carefully. Dean bought well padded leather ankle and wrist cuffs, d-rings, soft cotton rope, lube, blindfold and a small ball gag. He checked at sex toy stores and bondage clubs over several cities to find exactly what he wanted. Then Dean waited until he found the exact sleeping pills he wanted and was sure they weren’t counterfeit. It took him about a month to put it all together, but if he was going to tie Sammy down to a bed and fuck his brains out he wanted it to be perfect.

Dean waited until they had finished off a nasty ghost just outside of Portland Oregon. It was November and the weather was horrible. They had both been drenched by a slow steady rain while the temperatures were only in the high 30’s.

“Dude” Dean asked after they had both showered and were slumped on their beds “want to stay for a few days? Our cash is good.”

“Sure” Sam said, sounding like he really didn’t care. “Not sleep in the car or not sleep in bed, what’s the difference? At least I’ll have a chance to thaw out and get my joints working again.” Dean gazed at his brother for a moment.

“Take the damned sleeping pills, Sam. I’d like to know the guy who has my back gets a little sleep occasionally.”

Sam closed his eyes and leaned his head back into his pillows.

“No. Don’t want to be trapped in a nightmare. I’ll try to doze.”

“You’ll end up having nightmares even if you doze, just take the damned pills so you’ll actually get some real sleep. I’ll wake you up if you have a nightmare. You always start making noise.” Sam shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Seeing the dark smudges under Sammy’s eyes almost hurt.

“I’ll do it this once, but if do I get trapped in a nightmare I’m not doing it again.” Dean tried not to look triumphant. What he didn’t tell him was that he’d be getting one and a half times the normal dose.

“Want something to eat before lights out?”

*

Sam actually slept well that night, much to his surprise. He woke up about midmorning to find Dean quietly watching television.

“How you doing?” Dean asked.

“Pretty good.” Sam said, blinking. He crawled out of bed but had to grab the wall when he stood.

“Wow. Head rush. Can’t do this often.”

“Need some help?”

“No, I think I’m just going to piss and go back to bed. Stay here with me? Wake me if I have a nightmare?” Even though he was obviously better rested than he had been in a while the possibility of nightmares still scared him. Dean smiled. The plan was working so far. He could afford to be smug in front of Sammy right now. He’d just think that he was smirking about the sleeping pills.

After Sam got settled into bed and feel back asleep Dean grabbed the items he had put together out of the bottom of his bag. He took four pieces of the rope and began tying them to the bed frame. Dean decided to tie Sam’s wrist to the side of the bed rather than tying him spreads eagle or with his hands above his head. He wanted things to be more comfortable for him.

Slowly and gently, Dean eased the first wrist cuff onto Sam’s right wrist and tightened it down. The padding was butter soft and slid easily over his skin. Dean quickly tied the wrist down while Sam snorted in his sleep. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was get the left hand tied down. Dean eased around the bed and quickly strapped down the cuff on his left wrist and began tying it down. Sam jerked awake.

“Dean! What the fuck…”

“Quiet Sammy.” Dean shushed him softly. “After this is over you can tell yourself that it’s just a weird dream.”

Sam tried kicking him, but with his hands tied down it wasn’t very effective. Dean just yanked the blankets off of him and sat on his legs facing the foot of the bed. It took only a few seconds to get the ankle cuffs on him and then to tie his feet down to the bed frame.

“Who are you? Where’s Dean?” Sam yelled, fighting against his bonds. Dean picked up the ball gag and straddled his chest.

“Sammy, I am Dean. Now that I have your undivided attention, we need to talk.” He brushed Sam’s bangs back out of his face and adjusted the pillows under his head so he’d be more comfortable. “I don’t want to gag you, but if you don’t be quiet I will.” Sam stared at him.

“You’ve been pretty self destructive since Jessica’s death, and it’s only getting worse. You won’t sleep, you’re trying to live off coffee, and you’re the most sexually repressed person I know. Throw in your psychic ‘kick me’ sign and all of these things can get you killed. Slow reflexes, not thinking clearly, the lack of sex screaming out to every succubi and who knows what else out there can get both of us killed. You’re my little bro, and I’m not letting anything kill you even if I have to force feed you sleeping pills and fuck your brains out a couple times a month.” Dean tried not to smirk at the absolute look of disbelief on his brother’s face. He felt Sam trying to struggle against the ropes and cuffs again. Dean leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Sam’s forehead.

“Sammy, you’re not getting out of the ropes. I know what I’m doing.” That only caused Sam’s eyes to widen before Dean slipped the blindfold over them and slid down to lie beside him. Dean pushed Sam’s t-shirt up and began stroking his broad chest.

“Do you think you can be quiet for me?” He asked gently.

“I’m afraid” Sam whispered. “I’m afraid it’ll hurt.”

“It’s not going to hurt, Sammy. We don’t have to do anal. This is all about you. If I get anything out of it, that’s just a fringe benefit.” Sam continued to move against the restraints, but it was more like he was seeing how far they would allow him to move rather than struggling against them.

“But I can’t” San whispered brokenly, “not…” Dean silenced him by placing his hand over his mouth.

“No, you are not going there. You don’t have any control over this, I do.” Dean began gently stroking Sam’s cock through his shorts, feeling it stir slightly under his hand as Sam gasped.

“All you need to know is that I’m in control and I am not going to hurt you. Now, do you need the gag?”

“No” Sam breathed.

“That’s my boy” Dean whispered to him before kissing him gently on the mouth. Sam could feel the bed shift as Dean got up. A moment later he felt something cold on his thigh and realized that Dean was cutting off his shorts. He bit his lower lip but stayed quiet. He really didn’t want to find out what a ball gag felt like. Sam felt his brother settle back on the bed and he began stroking his chest again before beginning to massage his shoulders. Dean straddled his waist and then let his hands drift back down to his nipples. Dean flicked his nails back and forth across his hardening nubs, stopping to pinch them gently. Sam moaned and subconsciously arched his back to offer his nipples up for more attention. He heard Dean chuckle. Suddenly he felt hot, silky lips hard on his, a wet tongue prodding, wanting entry. Sam parted his lips slightly and his mouth being plundered. The hands on his nipples did not stop their magic, and Sam found himself writhing under Dean. Dean broke the kiss off and Sam felt his neck nibbled, licked, and sucked.

“Take the blindfold off” he begged. “I want to see you.”

“Nope” he heard Dean’s voice in his ear, close enough to make him shiver. “I’m in control here Sammy, and I want you blindfolded.” Dean traced the delicate shell of his ear with a tongue tip, making Sam writhe beneath him. Dean licked and nibbled down his chest, stopping to skillfully nibble and pinch his nipples until they were hard and pebbled. Dean spent a lot of time on them, making them achingly stiff before licking his way down his belly.

Sam whimpered. Despite how good the attention felt, he needed something more. Something harder than he was getting from his brother. Dean began stroking his cock, but it was only getting half hard. There was still something holding him back.

“Hmmmm…” Dean sounded speculative. Suddenly Sam felt both of his nipples pinched brutally hard and fast. The shock sent a jolt to his groin and unexpectedly he felt his cock getting harder. The hands on his nipples pinched harder and twisted. Sam screeched before Dean’s hand clamped down hard on his mouth. The other hand continued working his nipples mercilessly. Through his whimpers and tears Sam felt his cock finally get fully hard. The pain and pleasure mixed in a searing feeling that left him trembling.

Dean stopped brutalizing his nipples and unclamped his hand from his mouth.

“I think were going to need the gag now, Sammy.” Dean said softly as he kept stroking Sam’s cock. “I’m sorry I told you that I’m not going to hurt you, but it looks like you need it.” Sam just whimpered in response, confused by the sensations running through his body. He was tied down, blindfolded, and his brother was hurting his nipples and he liked it. Before he could say anything he felt the gag being forced into his mouth.

“I’d have picked up some nipple clamps or at least some clothes pins if I had known.” Sam felt a hand brush his cheek. Sam jumped as he felt a hand come down hard on his right nipple, then his left. Dean spanked his nipples viciously for a few moments before stopping to rub them gently. He sucked Sam’s red and bruised nipples for a moment before nipping sharply down his chest back down to his cock. Despite Sam’s whimpers around the gag his cock was hard and weeping. With no warning Dean swallowed his cock down to the root causing Sam to buck and moan. Dean sucked hard and fast and Sam felt like he was on the verge of finally coming when Dean unexpectedly stopped. Sam sobbed at the sudden lack of stimulation.

“Okay Sammy, we’re going to do something else. Don’t fight me.” Sam trembled at the dominate tone to Dean’s voice. It actually scared him a little. He felt himself being shifted, his ankles tied together before being sat up and his hands were tied behind his back. Sam couldn’t believe it when he felt himself being tipped over Dean’s lap. He managed to squeak once in protest before Dean slapped his ass the first time. Sam squirmed, but it didn’t stop the spanking. Sam found himself sobbing, tears soaking the blindfold. Dean’s hand came down again and again, and Sam could feel his ass glowing. Just when he thought he couldn’t stand one more strike to his ass Dean suddenly switched to his thighs. Each blow seemed to go straight to his cock, making it tingle and twitch. Dean slowed the blows gradually before stopping to rub the abused flesh before easing him back onto the bed, retying his arms. Sam could feel his brother lay down beside him again. Dean kissed and nuzzled his neck gently.

“Can you stay still and not fight me?” He nodded desperately, hoping that Dean would untie him. Sam was trembling with need and at that point was willing to do whatever Dean wanted. The pain along with the pleasure had pushed all thoughts of guilt about Jess out of his mind. His deeper animal instincts had taken over and all he could think of was getting the release he needed. Dean kissed him deeply before getting off the bed again.

Sam felt his legs being untied, but Dean had left the ankle cuffs on him, as if in warning that he could tie them down again if he didn’t do what he was told. Then he felt a hand on his waist.

“Lift your hips.” Sam quickly did as he was told, afraid of what Dean would do if he didn’t. He felt several pillows placed beneath him, exposing his ass. He whimpered loudly in fear, bucking his hips slightly. Dean began stroking his cock to calm him.

“Quiet Sammy. We’re just exploring what you like right now. I’m not going to hurt you any more than you need.” Sam felt a hand slowly rubbing circles on his chest. His breath hitched each time Dean gently ran his hands over his abused nipples. “Just breathe for me.”

Dean was having a hard time controlling himself. He enjoyed mild bondage, but seeing his little Sammy tied up, red ass in the air, blindfolded, gagged, sobbing and rock hard was the most beautiful fucking thing he had ever seen. Dean wanted nothing more than to lube him up well and slowly teach him the joys of having a cock pounding his prostate. He had no intention of fucking Sammy when he started, but he was painfully hard himself right now. The combination of love he felt for his brother, the act of controlling him and making his body respond to his touch was far more erotic than fucking the bound bodies of anonymous one night stands.

Dean took a deep breath himself. This was about Sammy and he was taking care of him. He could go jerk off in the bathroom before he untied him. He had left his boxers on and he’d be careful that Sammy didn’t feel his cock. He didn’t want to scare him.

Sam felt the hands stroking his cock. He moaned and begged through the gag. Dean laughed.

“That’s my boy. We’re getting there.” Dean’s voice sounded firm and demanding, but so warm at the same time. Sam bucked into Dean’s hands, wanting more contact. A hand left his cock to tweak a nipple, causing him to shriek.

“Be still Sammy, or I’ll tie your legs back down and spank your thighs again.” Dean threatened. He did his best to stay still.

“Good boy” Dean whispered, continuing his slow stroking of his brother’s cock. “Relax; we’re going to try something new.” When Sam whimpered in a combination of fear and anticipation, Dean reassured him.

“If your cock starts going soft I’ll stop.” Sam felt a slick finger stroking his ass, teasing his hole, but not penetrating. Another hand was still stroking his cock, but with an uneven rhythm that was keeping him on the edge without letting him go. Sam began sobbing harder, trying not to buck into Dean’s hands. In the past half hour he had went from not being able to come to not being allowed to. He wished he could beg Dean for release, but with the gag in his mouth he couldn’t do even that.

Sam couldn’t help bucking his hips when Dean pressed a finger into him and slowly began pumping it in and out. The stretching sensation burned, but Dean’s hands were confident and skilled. They quickly found a little spot just behind his balls that sent another jolt through his groin, making him scream into the gag again. It felt like Dean had used a handful of lube on him and he could feel it dripping from his ass crack onto the pillows under him.

“Stop it Sammy, be still.” Dean’s voice was menacing and Sam stayed as still as he could, sobbing uncontrollably. Slowly the strokes on his cock became more even and in time with the finger in his ass. Sam started screaming constantly into the gag, on the edge but still being held back. After a few moments he heard Dean sigh between screams.

Despite the lube, Sam suddenly felt as if his ass was being ripped apart as Dean rammed in another finger. He screamed and twisted off the bed, his body wracked as he came long and hard. He felt his seed spewing all over his belly and chest. Dean pinnied one of his legs down with a knee to keep him in place as his orgasm ran its course.

Sam laid limp as Dean slowed his stroking and ass fucking and gently withdrew his fingers, his body still trembling slightly from his intense orgasm. He felt the pillows being pulled out from under his hips and Dean lay back down besides him. Dean began to slowly stroke his chest again, gently rubbing his sperm into his sore nipples.

“You were a very, very good boy Sammy. You are so beautiful” he whispered. Sam felt the gag being removed and Dean rubbing his slightly sore jaws.

Then the enormity of what he had done crashed down on Dean when he accidentally let his hard cock brush against Sam’s thigh.

“Sammy – Sam” he breathed “are you okay?” Sam moaned. His next words shocked Dean.

“Oh god Dean, please fuck me. Please.” He writhed against the bonds tying down his wrist. Dean swallowed and almost came himself right then. He looked down and saw Sam was trying to get hard again. This was better than his wildest fantasy.

“Not yet Sammy” he whispered. “You’re not ready for it. I almost tore you with two fingers.”

“You’re hard.” Sam whimpered. “Please, I want to help you come. Please. I don’t know why, but I need to. Let me suck you if you won’t fuck me.” Dean reached up and gently pulled the blindfold off Sam and looked deep into his eyes. Despite his tears he looked more relaxed and rested than he had in months. Dean made a decision.

“Not yet Sammy, but you can watch me. If you still want to a few days from now, we can.” Dean took off his boxers and straddled his hips. Dean’s cock was hard and almost purple. Sam’s eyes roamed his body, as if he were truly seeing his brother for the first time. Looking down, Dean thought Sam was beautiful. Seeing Sam with sore nipples and his own come drying all over his chest and belly was almost enough to make him come without touching himself.

Sam’s eyes fastened onto Dean’s cock, his gaze hungry. Within three strokes, Dean grunted and was shooting his seed all over Sam’s chest. Gasping as he recovered, Dean reached out a hand and began mixing his come with Sam’s.

“Dude, that was intense. Are you going to be okay?” Sam nodded. After a moment, Dean got up and went to the bathroom.

“Hey! Are you going to untie me?” Dean walked out of the bathroom with a warm, wet towel and began cleaning up his chest. With a tentative smile, he leaned down to kiss his brother. Sam slowly and sweetly returned the kiss.

“Lesson number one. Good subs don’t make demands on their doms, especially when they’re tied up…”