Fic: SPN (Sam/Dean): Give the Troops a Show
Title: Give the Troops a Show
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 550
Summary: Evil!Sam parades a reluctant Dean in front of his demon army. Written for the the blindfold_spn prompt: "EvilSam/Dean. Sam plays with an unwilling Dean in front of his demonic horde. I loves me some collar-and-leash, so if you add some of that in there you'd have my firstborn."
Warnings: Non-con and some light BDSM themes.
“What’s the matter, Dean?” Sam asks, pretending like he’s concerned, wide eyes faking that innocent look he’s so damn good at. He leans over where Dean’s kneeling naked on the floor, lightly caressing his shoulder. Dean glances away, unable to look at him but unfortunately that only gives him an eyeful of the leering demons encircling them. He shudders and clenches his legs, futile trying to cover himself with his hands. Sam laughs and his eyes flash yellow. “Aw, poor baby. Are you cold? I bet I could warm you up…” He yanks at the leash in his hands, tightening the collar on Dean’s neck and sending sprawling on the floor.
Dean skitters upright back onto his knees, trying to regain any advantage he can. Too bad he has exactly none.
Sam grins and pulls Dean off balance again, forcing Dean to catch himself on his hands and lean forward before he falls on his face. The demons are laughing and Dean closes his eyes, wishing to be anywhere but here.
Sam’s hand is warm and big on Dean’s ass and it makes him shiver with everything but cold. Sam purrs and dips his fingers into Dean’s ass, the hole already lubed up from Sam’s previous playing. Dean shudders and tries to jerk away but Sam tightens the leash as he lightly drops down on his knees beside Dean. “I think you like this, Dean,” Sam taunts. “I think you love it. Love your little brother playing with your ass? Love the thought of him fucking you?”
Dean jerks his body out of Sam’s reach, skittering around on the short leash Sam has him on and Sam, the bastard, just laughs.
Another harsh jerk on the leash and Dean ends up on his back on the cold floor and Sam straddles him. “Going somewhere?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow and Dean throws a punch. Sam catches it halfway-Dean knew he would-and slams Dean’s hand to the ground, pining it over Dean’s head. “That’s not very nice,” Sam says as he stretches casually over Dean. The hand holding the leash skims down Dean’s body to fondle his limp cock.
Dean gasps and twists, trying to fight the shock of pleasure racing through his body.
“You know what I’m thinking, Dean?” Dean snarls, bucks and writhes but Sam slowly jerks him to hardness anyway. “I’m thinking,” Sam says, pining Dean’s arms with his powers and using his free hand to stroke Dean’s face in a hideous facsimile of a caress, “that I’m going to fuck you now.”
“No!” Dean yells, twisting his body in Sam’s invisible hold.
Sam smiles wide and in it, Dean can see some of the old Sammy. His heart breaks just a little more. “Oh, so we ARE talking today!” Sam says and pulls Dean up on to his knees, his hands wrenching behind his back at the same time. Sam spins Dean to face the crowd of snickering, salivating demons and noses at Dean’s ear. “I think I’m even going to have you come, today,” he whispers and Dean’s stomach rolls.
“No, please…Please Sammy…”
“Yeah,” Sam says, rubbing his face against Dean’s hair. “Yeah, I’ll make you want it. But first…” He bites Dean’s ear and yanks the collar tight. “We’re going to give the troops a show.”
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 550
Summary: Evil!Sam parades a reluctant Dean in front of his demon army. Written for the the blindfold_spn prompt: "EvilSam/Dean. Sam plays with an unwilling Dean in front of his demonic horde. I loves me some collar-and-leash, so if you add some of that in there you'd have my firstborn."
Warnings: Non-con and some light BDSM themes.
“What’s the matter, Dean?” Sam asks, pretending like he’s concerned, wide eyes faking that innocent look he’s so damn good at. He leans over where Dean’s kneeling naked on the floor, lightly caressing his shoulder. Dean glances away, unable to look at him but unfortunately that only gives him an eyeful of the leering demons encircling them. He shudders and clenches his legs, futile trying to cover himself with his hands. Sam laughs and his eyes flash yellow. “Aw, poor baby. Are you cold? I bet I could warm you up…” He yanks at the leash in his hands, tightening the collar on Dean’s neck and sending sprawling on the floor.
Dean skitters upright back onto his knees, trying to regain any advantage he can. Too bad he has exactly none.
Sam grins and pulls Dean off balance again, forcing Dean to catch himself on his hands and lean forward before he falls on his face. The demons are laughing and Dean closes his eyes, wishing to be anywhere but here.
Sam’s hand is warm and big on Dean’s ass and it makes him shiver with everything but cold. Sam purrs and dips his fingers into Dean’s ass, the hole already lubed up from Sam’s previous playing. Dean shudders and tries to jerk away but Sam tightens the leash as he lightly drops down on his knees beside Dean. “I think you like this, Dean,” Sam taunts. “I think you love it. Love your little brother playing with your ass? Love the thought of him fucking you?”
Dean jerks his body out of Sam’s reach, skittering around on the short leash Sam has him on and Sam, the bastard, just laughs.
Another harsh jerk on the leash and Dean ends up on his back on the cold floor and Sam straddles him. “Going somewhere?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow and Dean throws a punch. Sam catches it halfway-Dean knew he would-and slams Dean’s hand to the ground, pining it over Dean’s head. “That’s not very nice,” Sam says as he stretches casually over Dean. The hand holding the leash skims down Dean’s body to fondle his limp cock.
Dean gasps and twists, trying to fight the shock of pleasure racing through his body.
“You know what I’m thinking, Dean?” Dean snarls, bucks and writhes but Sam slowly jerks him to hardness anyway. “I’m thinking,” Sam says, pining Dean’s arms with his powers and using his free hand to stroke Dean’s face in a hideous facsimile of a caress, “that I’m going to fuck you now.”
“No!” Dean yells, twisting his body in Sam’s invisible hold.
Sam smiles wide and in it, Dean can see some of the old Sammy. His heart breaks just a little more. “Oh, so we ARE talking today!” Sam says and pulls Dean up on to his knees, his hands wrenching behind his back at the same time. Sam spins Dean to face the crowd of snickering, salivating demons and noses at Dean’s ear. “I think I’m even going to have you come, today,” he whispers and Dean’s stomach rolls.
“No, please…Please Sammy…”
“Yeah,” Sam says, rubbing his face against Dean’s hair. “Yeah, I’ll make you want it. But first…” He bites Dean’s ear and yanks the collar tight. “We’re going to give the troops a show.”