Dirty Desires Part 2
Title: Dirty Desires Part 2
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warning: shit!kink, could possibly be seen as dub con, but was not intended to be, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
"Oh, God. Dean, what was in those muffins you bought?" Sam said as he held his stomach and shrunk down in the passenger seat of the impala.
"I thought you'd never ask, Sammy," Dean said and smirked as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time to Asia. Sam groaned and closed his eyes as his stomach rolled and tied itself in knots. Dean cut his eyes to the side, his mouth watering as he caught a glimpse of Sam's golden skin stretched taught over a perfect filet of muscle when Sam slipped his hand under his tshirt to rub his stomach.
"Dean, we gotta find a gas station," Sam said and squirmed in his seat.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sammy," Dean said as he patted Sam's thigh. Sam sighed in exasperation and disbelief. He gave Dean the bitchface.
"Dean, this is not the time to be coming on to me," Sam said as he stared at Dean with raised eyebrows.
"Oh, I think it's exactly the time, Sammy," Dean said and squeezed Sam's thigh. Sam's stomach cramped again and he leaned his head against the headrest.
"You remember the incident with the Ramrod a few weeks ago?" Dean said. Sam was silent. "Well, let's just say I made sure your muffins had plenty of extra fiber. Had 'em made especially for you, and then took you out on this scenic drive," Dean said obviously proud of himself.
"Dean, this is different," Sam said. "You were in the bathroom. There isn't even a gas station within miles of here is there?" Sam looked out the windows.
"No, but there's plenty of woods," Dean said.
"What? Your payback is to make me shit in the woods? Watch me while I shit in the woods?" Sam said, not crazy about the idea, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, and by the way his stomach was churning, his options were becoming severely limited. Dean pulled the impala over by the side of the woods, off of the road enough so that it couldn't easily be seen, even though it was unlikely anyone would be driving by.
Sam got out,shut the door and began unbuckling his belt as he and Dean walked around the back of the car toward the woods until Dean turned around with his arms crossed and stared at Sam as Sam pulled his pants down.
"Not so fast, Sammy. You can drop trou, but I don't want you to go yet," Dean said.
"Well, that's nice that you want that, Dean, but I'm telling you I have to go," Sam said as he stood with his jeans around his ankles, and his fingers hooked in the elastic of his boxers. "What else do you want me to do before I can shit, Dean?" Sam sighed.
"Come for me," Dean said.
"Dean, my stomach hurts. I thought I would be able to go when we got to these woods. I was kinda planning on it, if you know what I mean. I don't think I can go back now. There's no way I could relax enough to come for you without shitting myself in the process," Sam said.
"Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Is it kind of like walking into the bathroom alone to take your daily shit, but you end up being bent over the bathtub and brutally fucked up the ass by your little brother, and then you get the best blowjob, possibly of your life, while you try not to take a shit and your brother's face is just inches away from your burning asshole with his lips wrapped around your dick?" Dean asked.
"Dean," Sam said and tried to laugh it off, but Dean wasn't having it.
"Get undressed, Sam," Dean said. Dean closed the distance between them and kissed Sam hard on the lips while he pulled down Sam's boxers. Sam held on to Dean's arms as he stepped out of them. He kissed Dean back, his cock hardening at the fullness in his ass and Dean's rough kissing. Dean was smashing their mouths together, desperately sucking and biting at Sam's tongue and the inside of Sam's cheeks as Sam rutted his cock up against Dean's thigh. Dean reached down and stroked Sam's newly bared cock. Dean pushed Sam down to his knees and unzipped his own jeans. Sam was hungry for Dean's cock. He took it in his mouth and sucked it greedily, humming, slurping, and making an absolute wet, sloppy mess of sucking the head while he pumped the shaft with his hand.
Sam tried to adjust his kneeling position, and Dean forced Sam's legs open in a squat. Sam moaned at the pressure the squatting position forced on his bowels.
"Keep your legs open. Show me that hot, slutty cock," Dean said, guiding Sam's head up and down on his cock by a fistful of Sam's hair.
"Dean-" Sam moaned around Dean's cock. Dean slapped the inside of Sam's thighs and spread them farther apart. Sam squealed under his breath. Dean pulled his cock out of Sam's wanting mouth with great will power, and tucked himself back into his boxers. He knelt down in between Sam's spread legs. Dean looked into Sam's eyes as he pushed Sam back so that Sam was leaning back supporting himself with his arms while his hips were thrust foward. Sam trembled and a mist of sweat started to form on his body.
"I've got another little surprise for you, Sammy," Dean said and pulled three soft looking rubber tubes out of his pocket. Sam felt lightheaded.
"Dean, t-tell me those aren't really-" Sam stammered.
"No, it's not really, Sammy. Just flour, but you get to feel what it's like to play a drug mule. Interesting twist, huh?" Dean chuckled, "I've been watching too much TV, Sam," he said. Sam was finding this very hard to believe. Not just that Dean was going to make him put the little tied off condoms stuffed to hardness with flour up his ass, but that it would physically even work. Sam felt like he was filled to capacity or more now.
"Get it wet, Sammy," Dean said and slid the first little tube into Sam's mouth. He made Sam suck it like a little dick. "Good boy, Sammy. Spit on it," Dean said. Sam complied. Dean kept Sam's eye contact as he spread Sam's cheeks and inserted the tube into Sam's rectum like he'd been doing this for years. Sam grunted, but there was nothing he could do, it was already in. Dean followed this procedure with the next two tubes, never looking away from Sam's eyes. Sam was hypnotized by Dean, by his confidence and swagger. He would have taken a hundred tubes, but when he realized what was going on, Dean was telling him to stand up and get dressed. He made Sam put his underwear and pants and belt back on and they got back in the impala.
Sam wanted to ask where they were going, but he was so far past coherent thought it didn't matter any more. Dean was fucking torturing him, but all he wanted, all his cock wanted was Dean. Thankfully, Dean drove them back to the motel. Sam's ass hurt, and he tried not to think about the mess if he had an accident in the impala, especially when Dean hit a bump. His stomach and his ass were miserable, but Dean was rubbing his cock through the crotch of his jeans. Sam was too fucking miserable and scared to come right away and Dean knew it, otherwise he wouldn't take the chance.
Once they were back in the motel room, Dean made Sam strip and get on the bed. He had Sam get back into the position of arms extended back to support his weight and thighs spread. Dean already had a towel spread out on the bedspread.
"Don't be scared, Sammy. Trust me. You're gonna come hard, I promise," Dean said and pressed kisses onto Sam's trembling lips. Sam was transported back to his childhood. Dean had always reassured him. Dean rubbed and massaged Sam's ass hole with his finger tip, in slow comforting circles as he dusted Sam's shaking chest with kisses. Dean felt Sam relax and felt the tip of the rubber start to peek out. He kept up the teasing on Sam's hole as he bend and took Sam's cock in his mouth. Sam was quiet but his body was very responsive, his cock full and ready in Dean's mouth.
"That's it, Sammy," Dean coached between wet, sloppy gulps of Sam's cock.
"Oh, Fuck, Dean," Sam groaned, wincing at the pressure building in his stomach and behind his balls. If Dean killed him trying this he wouldn't have to be embarrassed about shitting the bed. Dean concentrated on the head of Sam's cock, giving him suction and swirling his tongue in the slit. Sam relaxed more and Dean slipped his finger into the tight grip of Sam's ass. Sam gasped, but Dean didn't let him have time to think. He went after Sam’s cock hard and heavy, knowing he'd have to make Sam come hard and fast before he had time to think too much. Sam moaned and squirmed under Dean's persistent attentions to his cock and ass hole. Dean had been getting Sam off for so long, he knew all the right moves to force Sam to come his brains out.
All of the wiggling worked to Dean's advantage, and he was able to work his finger deeper into Sam's ass. Dean spit down on the pink ring of Sam's asshole as Sam clenched around his two fingers.
"Dean," Sam said, his face contorting. It hurt to have his ass shoved so full, with the pressure ache to get everything out, but Dean's tongue on his cock and the way it felt to rub against the slickness of the inside of Dean's cheeks, and the knowing he was fucking down Dean's throat was the perfect compliment to the pain. It was hard to protest for Dean to stop. Sam was pretty sure he was going to die either way.
"Just relax, Sammy," Dean said, impatient to get a third finger inside of Sam.
"I can't, Dean," Sam said, his whole body tensing and stressed, knotting his muscles.
"I can already feel everything you've got, Baby," Dean soothed, between kissing Sam's cock and balls. Sam realized what Dean meant and tried not to pass out from mortification. Dean took the opportunity to slide a third finger inside of Sam and sucked his cock hard at the same time, milking the droplets of precome out of Sam's slit. Dean angled the thrusts of his fingers more, to hit Sam's prostate making Sam move his hips and start riding Dean's fingers. Dean was making Sam's body want what his mind told him he couldn't have.
"Open up and come for me, Baby," Dean purred. Sam whined as he bounced up and down on Dean's three fingers. Dean's forearm bulged, as his muscles worked on keeping his fingers as straight as possible, making Sam stretch for him. Sam's whole face and chest were red as he blew his bangs out of his eyes.
"I can't Dean," Sam said in a last try to keep this from going as far as Dean wanted it to go, but Dean hadn't brought them this far to turn back now. He straddled Sam's thigh almost sitting on him and brought his face down next to Sam's so that their lips were almost touching. Sam was panting hot and moist on his face.
Dean's lips barely grazed Sam's as he talked, increasing the pressure behind his thrusting for emphasis, "God damn it, Sam. I want it. I want everything inside of you. I can feel your shit on my fingers; Sammy, I love every second of it. Now let me give you the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever had," Dean said. The look on his face was so earnest, and he looked so sincere behind the mask of incredible hotness. Sam brought a fist up and clutched Dean's hair. He forced Dean's mouth down on his cock. Dean moaned and almost blew his load in his jeans as the head of Sam's cock rammed against the back of his throat.
Sam released what he couldn't hold any longer and pushed the rubber tubes out into Dean's palm, followed by everything else. Dean let them fall onto the bed as the shit flowed down his forearm. It was so real and so uninhibited, being with Sammy at his most private moment. Dean kept his thrusts up, pumping Sam through his orgasm.
Sam fell back on the bed, exhausted, and out of breath. Dean slowly and carefully pulled his fingers out of Sam. He held his arm out behind himself as he leaned over Sam and kissed his mouth. Sam kissed away traces of his come off the corners of Dean's mouth. Sam's lips were puffy from the rush of blood from his orgasm and Dean noticed they were both shaking.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," Dean said, "lift your hips up," Dean said and supported Sam's lower back as Sam lifted his hips off the bed. Dean pulled the towel out from under Sam and rolled it up and threw it away as he pulled Sam to his feet, effectively preventing a mess on the bed. He had to support Sam on the way to the bathroom. He draped Sam's giant arm across his shoulders and held Sam up, a palm pressed flat against the small of his back. Sam shuffled heavily along side him. Dean quickly rinsed his arm off and held Sam up as Sam stepped into the tub. Dean had Sam get down on his hands and knees as he ran warm water and detached the shower head.
He rubbed Sam's back as he sprayed his ass and thighs off with the pulsing water. After the water ran clear, he massaged his fingers up and down Sam's ass crack. "You came so good for me, Sammy," Dean said. Sam looked up at him with big hazel eyes and got on his knees. He pulled Dean's jeans down over his hips and latched onto Dean's cock as soon as he freed it. Dean inhaled sharply at the sudden hot, wet heat of Sammy's mouth around his cock. He hadn't expected Sam to do anything, he could hardly walk. Making Sam come so profoundly had momentarily wiped away Dean's need to come. Dean continued to spray warm water over Sam's ass and his dick, as Sam sucked his cock. Sam looked up into Dean's eyes, all sweetness and innocence as his mouth did the dirty work it was made for. Dean couldn't hold out for long. He came in Sam's mouth. Sam grabbed on to his hips to support them both.
Dean bent down and kissed Sam as he took his jeans the rest of the way off. Sam flipped the drain on the tub, started filling it with bath water, and tore the paper off a tiny bar of motel soap to throw in for good measure. Dean climbed in behind him and Sam scooted back between his legs to rest his back against Dean's chest. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam from behind as the steamy water rose up around them.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warning: shit!kink, could possibly be seen as dub con, but was not intended to be, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
"Oh, God. Dean, what was in those muffins you bought?" Sam said as he held his stomach and shrunk down in the passenger seat of the impala.
"I thought you'd never ask, Sammy," Dean said and smirked as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time to Asia. Sam groaned and closed his eyes as his stomach rolled and tied itself in knots. Dean cut his eyes to the side, his mouth watering as he caught a glimpse of Sam's golden skin stretched taught over a perfect filet of muscle when Sam slipped his hand under his tshirt to rub his stomach.
"Dean, we gotta find a gas station," Sam said and squirmed in his seat.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sammy," Dean said as he patted Sam's thigh. Sam sighed in exasperation and disbelief. He gave Dean the bitchface.
"Dean, this is not the time to be coming on to me," Sam said as he stared at Dean with raised eyebrows.
"Oh, I think it's exactly the time, Sammy," Dean said and squeezed Sam's thigh. Sam's stomach cramped again and he leaned his head against the headrest.
"You remember the incident with the Ramrod a few weeks ago?" Dean said. Sam was silent. "Well, let's just say I made sure your muffins had plenty of extra fiber. Had 'em made especially for you, and then took you out on this scenic drive," Dean said obviously proud of himself.
"Dean, this is different," Sam said. "You were in the bathroom. There isn't even a gas station within miles of here is there?" Sam looked out the windows.
"No, but there's plenty of woods," Dean said.
"What? Your payback is to make me shit in the woods? Watch me while I shit in the woods?" Sam said, not crazy about the idea, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, and by the way his stomach was churning, his options were becoming severely limited. Dean pulled the impala over by the side of the woods, off of the road enough so that it couldn't easily be seen, even though it was unlikely anyone would be driving by.
Sam got out,shut the door and began unbuckling his belt as he and Dean walked around the back of the car toward the woods until Dean turned around with his arms crossed and stared at Sam as Sam pulled his pants down.
"Not so fast, Sammy. You can drop trou, but I don't want you to go yet," Dean said.
"Well, that's nice that you want that, Dean, but I'm telling you I have to go," Sam said as he stood with his jeans around his ankles, and his fingers hooked in the elastic of his boxers. "What else do you want me to do before I can shit, Dean?" Sam sighed.
"Come for me," Dean said.
"Dean, my stomach hurts. I thought I would be able to go when we got to these woods. I was kinda planning on it, if you know what I mean. I don't think I can go back now. There's no way I could relax enough to come for you without shitting myself in the process," Sam said.
"Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Is it kind of like walking into the bathroom alone to take your daily shit, but you end up being bent over the bathtub and brutally fucked up the ass by your little brother, and then you get the best blowjob, possibly of your life, while you try not to take a shit and your brother's face is just inches away from your burning asshole with his lips wrapped around your dick?" Dean asked.
"Dean," Sam said and tried to laugh it off, but Dean wasn't having it.
"Get undressed, Sam," Dean said. Dean closed the distance between them and kissed Sam hard on the lips while he pulled down Sam's boxers. Sam held on to Dean's arms as he stepped out of them. He kissed Dean back, his cock hardening at the fullness in his ass and Dean's rough kissing. Dean was smashing their mouths together, desperately sucking and biting at Sam's tongue and the inside of Sam's cheeks as Sam rutted his cock up against Dean's thigh. Dean reached down and stroked Sam's newly bared cock. Dean pushed Sam down to his knees and unzipped his own jeans. Sam was hungry for Dean's cock. He took it in his mouth and sucked it greedily, humming, slurping, and making an absolute wet, sloppy mess of sucking the head while he pumped the shaft with his hand.
Sam tried to adjust his kneeling position, and Dean forced Sam's legs open in a squat. Sam moaned at the pressure the squatting position forced on his bowels.
"Keep your legs open. Show me that hot, slutty cock," Dean said, guiding Sam's head up and down on his cock by a fistful of Sam's hair.
"Dean-" Sam moaned around Dean's cock. Dean slapped the inside of Sam's thighs and spread them farther apart. Sam squealed under his breath. Dean pulled his cock out of Sam's wanting mouth with great will power, and tucked himself back into his boxers. He knelt down in between Sam's spread legs. Dean looked into Sam's eyes as he pushed Sam back so that Sam was leaning back supporting himself with his arms while his hips were thrust foward. Sam trembled and a mist of sweat started to form on his body.
"I've got another little surprise for you, Sammy," Dean said and pulled three soft looking rubber tubes out of his pocket. Sam felt lightheaded.
"Dean, t-tell me those aren't really-" Sam stammered.
"No, it's not really, Sammy. Just flour, but you get to feel what it's like to play a drug mule. Interesting twist, huh?" Dean chuckled, "I've been watching too much TV, Sam," he said. Sam was finding this very hard to believe. Not just that Dean was going to make him put the little tied off condoms stuffed to hardness with flour up his ass, but that it would physically even work. Sam felt like he was filled to capacity or more now.
"Get it wet, Sammy," Dean said and slid the first little tube into Sam's mouth. He made Sam suck it like a little dick. "Good boy, Sammy. Spit on it," Dean said. Sam complied. Dean kept Sam's eye contact as he spread Sam's cheeks and inserted the tube into Sam's rectum like he'd been doing this for years. Sam grunted, but there was nothing he could do, it was already in. Dean followed this procedure with the next two tubes, never looking away from Sam's eyes. Sam was hypnotized by Dean, by his confidence and swagger. He would have taken a hundred tubes, but when he realized what was going on, Dean was telling him to stand up and get dressed. He made Sam put his underwear and pants and belt back on and they got back in the impala.
Sam wanted to ask where they were going, but he was so far past coherent thought it didn't matter any more. Dean was fucking torturing him, but all he wanted, all his cock wanted was Dean. Thankfully, Dean drove them back to the motel. Sam's ass hurt, and he tried not to think about the mess if he had an accident in the impala, especially when Dean hit a bump. His stomach and his ass were miserable, but Dean was rubbing his cock through the crotch of his jeans. Sam was too fucking miserable and scared to come right away and Dean knew it, otherwise he wouldn't take the chance.
Once they were back in the motel room, Dean made Sam strip and get on the bed. He had Sam get back into the position of arms extended back to support his weight and thighs spread. Dean already had a towel spread out on the bedspread.
"Don't be scared, Sammy. Trust me. You're gonna come hard, I promise," Dean said and pressed kisses onto Sam's trembling lips. Sam was transported back to his childhood. Dean had always reassured him. Dean rubbed and massaged Sam's ass hole with his finger tip, in slow comforting circles as he dusted Sam's shaking chest with kisses. Dean felt Sam relax and felt the tip of the rubber start to peek out. He kept up the teasing on Sam's hole as he bend and took Sam's cock in his mouth. Sam was quiet but his body was very responsive, his cock full and ready in Dean's mouth.
"That's it, Sammy," Dean coached between wet, sloppy gulps of Sam's cock.
"Oh, Fuck, Dean," Sam groaned, wincing at the pressure building in his stomach and behind his balls. If Dean killed him trying this he wouldn't have to be embarrassed about shitting the bed. Dean concentrated on the head of Sam's cock, giving him suction and swirling his tongue in the slit. Sam relaxed more and Dean slipped his finger into the tight grip of Sam's ass. Sam gasped, but Dean didn't let him have time to think. He went after Sam’s cock hard and heavy, knowing he'd have to make Sam come hard and fast before he had time to think too much. Sam moaned and squirmed under Dean's persistent attentions to his cock and ass hole. Dean had been getting Sam off for so long, he knew all the right moves to force Sam to come his brains out.
All of the wiggling worked to Dean's advantage, and he was able to work his finger deeper into Sam's ass. Dean spit down on the pink ring of Sam's asshole as Sam clenched around his two fingers.
"Dean," Sam said, his face contorting. It hurt to have his ass shoved so full, with the pressure ache to get everything out, but Dean's tongue on his cock and the way it felt to rub against the slickness of the inside of Dean's cheeks, and the knowing he was fucking down Dean's throat was the perfect compliment to the pain. It was hard to protest for Dean to stop. Sam was pretty sure he was going to die either way.
"Just relax, Sammy," Dean said, impatient to get a third finger inside of Sam.
"I can't, Dean," Sam said, his whole body tensing and stressed, knotting his muscles.
"I can already feel everything you've got, Baby," Dean soothed, between kissing Sam's cock and balls. Sam realized what Dean meant and tried not to pass out from mortification. Dean took the opportunity to slide a third finger inside of Sam and sucked his cock hard at the same time, milking the droplets of precome out of Sam's slit. Dean angled the thrusts of his fingers more, to hit Sam's prostate making Sam move his hips and start riding Dean's fingers. Dean was making Sam's body want what his mind told him he couldn't have.
"Open up and come for me, Baby," Dean purred. Sam whined as he bounced up and down on Dean's three fingers. Dean's forearm bulged, as his muscles worked on keeping his fingers as straight as possible, making Sam stretch for him. Sam's whole face and chest were red as he blew his bangs out of his eyes.
"I can't Dean," Sam said in a last try to keep this from going as far as Dean wanted it to go, but Dean hadn't brought them this far to turn back now. He straddled Sam's thigh almost sitting on him and brought his face down next to Sam's so that their lips were almost touching. Sam was panting hot and moist on his face.
Dean's lips barely grazed Sam's as he talked, increasing the pressure behind his thrusting for emphasis, "God damn it, Sam. I want it. I want everything inside of you. I can feel your shit on my fingers; Sammy, I love every second of it. Now let me give you the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever had," Dean said. The look on his face was so earnest, and he looked so sincere behind the mask of incredible hotness. Sam brought a fist up and clutched Dean's hair. He forced Dean's mouth down on his cock. Dean moaned and almost blew his load in his jeans as the head of Sam's cock rammed against the back of his throat.
Sam released what he couldn't hold any longer and pushed the rubber tubes out into Dean's palm, followed by everything else. Dean let them fall onto the bed as the shit flowed down his forearm. It was so real and so uninhibited, being with Sammy at his most private moment. Dean kept his thrusts up, pumping Sam through his orgasm.
Sam fell back on the bed, exhausted, and out of breath. Dean slowly and carefully pulled his fingers out of Sam. He held his arm out behind himself as he leaned over Sam and kissed his mouth. Sam kissed away traces of his come off the corners of Dean's mouth. Sam's lips were puffy from the rush of blood from his orgasm and Dean noticed they were both shaking.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," Dean said, "lift your hips up," Dean said and supported Sam's lower back as Sam lifted his hips off the bed. Dean pulled the towel out from under Sam and rolled it up and threw it away as he pulled Sam to his feet, effectively preventing a mess on the bed. He had to support Sam on the way to the bathroom. He draped Sam's giant arm across his shoulders and held Sam up, a palm pressed flat against the small of his back. Sam shuffled heavily along side him. Dean quickly rinsed his arm off and held Sam up as Sam stepped into the tub. Dean had Sam get down on his hands and knees as he ran warm water and detached the shower head.
He rubbed Sam's back as he sprayed his ass and thighs off with the pulsing water. After the water ran clear, he massaged his fingers up and down Sam's ass crack. "You came so good for me, Sammy," Dean said. Sam looked up at him with big hazel eyes and got on his knees. He pulled Dean's jeans down over his hips and latched onto Dean's cock as soon as he freed it. Dean inhaled sharply at the sudden hot, wet heat of Sammy's mouth around his cock. He hadn't expected Sam to do anything, he could hardly walk. Making Sam come so profoundly had momentarily wiped away Dean's need to come. Dean continued to spray warm water over Sam's ass and his dick, as Sam sucked his cock. Sam looked up into Dean's eyes, all sweetness and innocence as his mouth did the dirty work it was made for. Dean couldn't hold out for long. He came in Sam's mouth. Sam grabbed on to his hips to support them both.
Dean bent down and kissed Sam as he took his jeans the rest of the way off. Sam flipped the drain on the tub, started filling it with bath water, and tore the paper off a tiny bar of motel soap to throw in for good measure. Dean climbed in behind him and Sam scooted back between his legs to rest his back against Dean's chest. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam from behind as the steamy water rose up around them.