Becoming Dean Chapter 1
Title: Becoming Dean Chapter 1
Author: Cassie
Warnings: Slash, Sex slave
Rating: NC-7
Prompt: Sweet 16
Summary: Sam has always been a spoiled rich kid, living with his distant father. On his 16th birthday Sam receives his new slave, Dean. Dean is meant to serve as only a sex slave but things quickly fall into confusing ground.
Sam Winchester loved his life; he loved that he could wake up every morning wrapped in lush sheets with the smells of the beautiful tropic tumbling in through the window. Sam Winchester loved that he could spend his day lounging by the pool rather than attending school because his father had paid them to grant his every wish. Sam Winchester loved that he had slaves to attend to his every desire. In all honestly, Sam Winchester loved Sam Winchester. He had been taught from an early age that he needed to protect himself and forget everyone else, because in the end you die alone. Sam never felt guilty when he beat his slaves into submission; it never occurred to him that it was wrong.
Sam awoke to the sounds of footsteps outside his bedroom door, hushed voices filling the air before a small knock echoed off the stained wood. Sam pulled the plush blankets over his head in an attempt to avoid his morning wake up call. There was no escape on this day, after all Sam was now sixteen and legally old enough to purchase his own personal slave. The law clearly stated the slaves were not to perform sexual intercourse with any masters under the age of sixteen, however once a master reached the age of consent he or she was allowed to purchase a slave dedicated solely to sexual intercourse. Sam had mixed feelings about the thought of obtaining a slave for that specific purpose. The source of his mixed feelings was simple: Sam liked men. Naturally, his father was aware of his sexual orientation and accepted it easily enough. Still, there was a certain social pressure to obtain a sex slave of the opposite sex. Sam couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of having to pretend to engage in any sort of sexual act with a woman.
“Samuel, please get out of bed. Your father would like to see you in order to arrange your afternoon activities.” His maid Danneel peeked in at him from behind the door, slight fear covering her features.
“I will be out in a moment, leave.” Sam rolled his eyes before throwing the blankets from his body. Padding across the cold hardwood floor, Sam pulled the doors to his closet open. The inside was immaculate, clothes hanging in organized rows on either side and leading back to a row of shoes against the far side. Sam pulled an Armani suit free from the hangers before hastily throwing it on. He cared very little about fashion, but he knew better than to approach John Winchester in anything but the finest clothing.
Sam walked into his father’s office, hair combed over and his shirt tucked. His father was dressed similarly, and angrily yelling into his phone. With a hand motion, Sam was seated across from his father, the expanse of the desk separating the two men. Sam couldn’t help but fidget awkwardly as he waited for his father to end his business call. The moments trickled by slowly, until John Winchester finally set his phone down with a slight thump.
“Samuel, I have arranged for an appropriate slave to be delivered. He is currently waiting downstairs. I have some paperwork you need to sign before you visit with him. After that you may spend the day as you wish, your gifts are being moved into your bedroom as we speak. The party will begin at seven and I expect you to be on time, with your new slave dressed formally. You may leave.” John waved his hand in the direction of the door before once again moving his phone to his ear.
Sam couldn’t hide his slight smile as he left the office, relief washing over him with the realization that he would have a male slave. Happily taking the steps two at a time, Sam rushed down as quickly as his long legs would carry him. His breath caught as his eyes fixed on a man with bright green eyes and dark blond hair. The man looked nervous, his eyes fixed on the tile beneath his feet, and his hands tightly clenched behind his back. All at once, Sam knew that he would make this man his.
“Hello,” Sam’s voice was smooth velvet echoing through the high ceiling-ed room.
“Hello, master.” The man’s voice was low, his eyes still firmly locked on the floor.
“Join me in my room. I have some presents that you are going to help me sort through.” Sam’s grin was almost cat like as he returned up the curved staircase.
“But…I’m not…? Don’t you have maids?” His voice was thick with confusion, his green eyes finally snapping up to stare at Sam.
“Yes, I do. But, your mine and you will do whatever I tell you to. Now get your ass upstairs and unwrap my presents.” Sam pointed in the direction of his bedroom, a small smile playing off his lips.
The man followed silently behind, his green eyes once again memorizing the floor. Sam couldn’t help but smile as the man shuffled into his room, his breath catching at the sheer size of the room. A large bed with a wooden canopy and velvet curtains sat in the center of the room, silk sheets peeking from under the luxurious blankets. The room was circular, French doors leading to the in suite bathroom and another set leading to the walk in closet. The soft tones of the room were off set by the rich tones of the red velvet sofa placed in front of a large entertainment center. A large desk with an apple computer stood in the opposite corner. Windows lined the wall behind the bed, floor to ceiling, a perfect view of the city and the ocean beyond.
“Beautiful,” Dean looked surprised to hear his own voice, a blush quickly gracing his features.
“Yeah, when John built the house I designed my room. I like the windows because I can see the ocean from here.” Sam smiled as he stared thoughtfully out the window.
“Should I begin opening the presents now?” Dean’s eyes shifted to the large pile of wrapped gifts, all aimed to please his new master.
“Nah, you’re my actual gift so I’m not really worried about those. I have everything I want.” Sam shrugged, his smile bright and fake. “I actually just said that to mess with you.”
“What should I do, master?” Dean awkwardly shuffled, unsure of where he was supposed to stand.
“Just sit on my bed? I don’t care. I mean John bought you for me with one idea in mind and I don’t see why you should be concerned with anything else.” Sam shrugged; looking a bit confused himself as he gaped at his new slave. “Isn’t that how this works?”
“I think it works however you want it to work.” Dean moved to perch on the edge of the bed, his hands folded neatly in his lap.
“Are you going to sleep with me? I know that my father’s slave sleeps on the floor, as does my mother’s but I think that is because they are married and expected to sleep in the same bed. Don’t you…have training on this?” Sam continued to stare out the floor to ceilings window, his shoulders hard as he concentrated on the new situation at hand.
“I…no I’m afraid I am only educated on ways to please you sexually.” Dean looked ashamed, as though he suddenly felt in adequate.
“Oh, well that’s what you are here for. So, um, yeah it’s fine.” Sam walked towards the bed, kneeing his way to stand between Dean’s legs.
Sam leaned in to press his lips gently against Dean’s before pulling completely away. There was an awkward second where Dean leaned in as if to kiss Sam again, only to pull away in shock. Sam smiled and moved forward to once more crash their lips together. Sam’s tongue kitten licked against Dean’s lips before he forced his way in. Teeth clashing together roughly before tongues began to collide and dance. Sam let his hands roughly shove at his slave’s shirt, pushing the material up his chest. Pulling Dean free of the material, Sam gaped slightly at the firm expanse of muscle perfectly formed in six squares along the man’s chest. Freckles dotted over the perfect skin of Dean’s shoulders and back. Leaning down, Sam softly lapped at the freckles.
Dean shivered under Sam, whose fingertips moved in a trail up the slaves back in an attempt to take in all of the rough curves of well-defined muscle. Sam pulled Dean to his feat by his belt loops, their bodies slamming together briefly before Sam made quick work of removing Dean’s pants. Pushing the material down, Sam stared at the erection peeking through the tented boxers. Once again he was taken back by the realization that Dean was stunning. Sam pushed the material down, his breath sucking in when all of Dean finally came into view.
“Undress me, now.” Sam’s words were harsh, his voice deep with lust.
His slave’s fingers were nimble as they slid Sam’s suit jacket away, letting it fall with a small thud to the floor. It was all moving too slowly as Dean’s fingers worked the buttons of Sam’s dress shirt. Finally, Sam took both ends of the shirt and pulled, buttons snapping off and flying across the room. Together they pulled his undershirt away, Dean quickly working Sam’s pants until he stood in silk boxers.
“I…I want to watch you prep yourself.” Sam’s voice shook slightly and he attempted to push away fear practically bleeding through his words. He was in control, Sam Winchester was always in control. “There is… uh, lube in the drawer.”
Dean simply nodded and moved to pull the small bottle from the bedside table, his hands shaking slightly. Lying down on his side, Dean slicked his fingers before circling his tight hole. Sliding in knuckle deep, Dean gasped at the sudden full feeling overwhelming him. The pain was more than he had expected, but the expecting eyes of his master forced him to push deeper. Moving his finger slowly, Dean began to adjust to the feeling, his body relaxing enough for him to slide another finger inside. Crooking his finger, Dean trembled as a sudden wave of pleasure flashed through his body. Scissoring his fingers, he worked quickly to stretch his muscle. The third finger was more pain than pleasure, but he pushed on, needing to please his master.
“I’m ready.” Dean’s voice shook slightly as he pulled his fingers free.
“Have you ever done this before?” Sam pulled his boxers off as he spoke, hissing as his erection hit the cool air.
“No, we are taught how to please but we do not touch or have sexual intercourse until we are bought.” Dean smiled, forcing himself to act pleased with his situation.
Sam didn’t respond, simply moving behind his newest plaything. Lining up Sam pushed inside his slave, his head catching just past Dean’s rim. Pausing as sensation overwhelmed him, Sam ran his hand down his slave’s stomach, settling on the jut of bone of his hip. Pushing deeper, Sam moaned as a gasp fell from Dean, sounding almost pained. Sam began to circle his hips, setting a harsh pace as he fucked into his beautiful plaything. Dean was trying to pull away, struggling and whining in pain, Sam pulled him closer and fucked hard. This man was his possession and he was more than willing to prove who was master and who was slave.
Sam finished with a small cry, his mouth latching down hard to bite Dean’s shoulder. Filling the man with ropes of come before rolling off, Sam lazily fell to the side. Dean was shaking, whimpering slightly. The man’s erection had disappeared and he curled into the fetal position. Sam wondered briefly if he should try and comfort Dean, but the image of his father scolding him for being weak caused him to recoil and pull away. Sam drifted off into a deep sleep, all of his worries fading away as the world went dark and the curtain closed.
Chapter 2,
Author: Cassie
Warnings: Slash, Sex slave
Rating: NC-7
Prompt: Sweet 16
Summary: Sam has always been a spoiled rich kid, living with his distant father. On his 16th birthday Sam receives his new slave, Dean. Dean is meant to serve as only a sex slave but things quickly fall into confusing ground.
Sam Winchester loved his life; he loved that he could wake up every morning wrapped in lush sheets with the smells of the beautiful tropic tumbling in through the window. Sam Winchester loved that he could spend his day lounging by the pool rather than attending school because his father had paid them to grant his every wish. Sam Winchester loved that he had slaves to attend to his every desire. In all honestly, Sam Winchester loved Sam Winchester. He had been taught from an early age that he needed to protect himself and forget everyone else, because in the end you die alone. Sam never felt guilty when he beat his slaves into submission; it never occurred to him that it was wrong.
Sam awoke to the sounds of footsteps outside his bedroom door, hushed voices filling the air before a small knock echoed off the stained wood. Sam pulled the plush blankets over his head in an attempt to avoid his morning wake up call. There was no escape on this day, after all Sam was now sixteen and legally old enough to purchase his own personal slave. The law clearly stated the slaves were not to perform sexual intercourse with any masters under the age of sixteen, however once a master reached the age of consent he or she was allowed to purchase a slave dedicated solely to sexual intercourse. Sam had mixed feelings about the thought of obtaining a slave for that specific purpose. The source of his mixed feelings was simple: Sam liked men. Naturally, his father was aware of his sexual orientation and accepted it easily enough. Still, there was a certain social pressure to obtain a sex slave of the opposite sex. Sam couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of having to pretend to engage in any sort of sexual act with a woman.
“Samuel, please get out of bed. Your father would like to see you in order to arrange your afternoon activities.” His maid Danneel peeked in at him from behind the door, slight fear covering her features.
“I will be out in a moment, leave.” Sam rolled his eyes before throwing the blankets from his body. Padding across the cold hardwood floor, Sam pulled the doors to his closet open. The inside was immaculate, clothes hanging in organized rows on either side and leading back to a row of shoes against the far side. Sam pulled an Armani suit free from the hangers before hastily throwing it on. He cared very little about fashion, but he knew better than to approach John Winchester in anything but the finest clothing.
Sam walked into his father’s office, hair combed over and his shirt tucked. His father was dressed similarly, and angrily yelling into his phone. With a hand motion, Sam was seated across from his father, the expanse of the desk separating the two men. Sam couldn’t help but fidget awkwardly as he waited for his father to end his business call. The moments trickled by slowly, until John Winchester finally set his phone down with a slight thump.
“Samuel, I have arranged for an appropriate slave to be delivered. He is currently waiting downstairs. I have some paperwork you need to sign before you visit with him. After that you may spend the day as you wish, your gifts are being moved into your bedroom as we speak. The party will begin at seven and I expect you to be on time, with your new slave dressed formally. You may leave.” John waved his hand in the direction of the door before once again moving his phone to his ear.
Sam couldn’t hide his slight smile as he left the office, relief washing over him with the realization that he would have a male slave. Happily taking the steps two at a time, Sam rushed down as quickly as his long legs would carry him. His breath caught as his eyes fixed on a man with bright green eyes and dark blond hair. The man looked nervous, his eyes fixed on the tile beneath his feet, and his hands tightly clenched behind his back. All at once, Sam knew that he would make this man his.
“Hello,” Sam’s voice was smooth velvet echoing through the high ceiling-ed room.
“Hello, master.” The man’s voice was low, his eyes still firmly locked on the floor.
“Join me in my room. I have some presents that you are going to help me sort through.” Sam’s grin was almost cat like as he returned up the curved staircase.
“But…I’m not…? Don’t you have maids?” His voice was thick with confusion, his green eyes finally snapping up to stare at Sam.
“Yes, I do. But, your mine and you will do whatever I tell you to. Now get your ass upstairs and unwrap my presents.” Sam pointed in the direction of his bedroom, a small smile playing off his lips.
The man followed silently behind, his green eyes once again memorizing the floor. Sam couldn’t help but smile as the man shuffled into his room, his breath catching at the sheer size of the room. A large bed with a wooden canopy and velvet curtains sat in the center of the room, silk sheets peeking from under the luxurious blankets. The room was circular, French doors leading to the in suite bathroom and another set leading to the walk in closet. The soft tones of the room were off set by the rich tones of the red velvet sofa placed in front of a large entertainment center. A large desk with an apple computer stood in the opposite corner. Windows lined the wall behind the bed, floor to ceiling, a perfect view of the city and the ocean beyond.
“Beautiful,” Dean looked surprised to hear his own voice, a blush quickly gracing his features.
“Yeah, when John built the house I designed my room. I like the windows because I can see the ocean from here.” Sam smiled as he stared thoughtfully out the window.
“Should I begin opening the presents now?” Dean’s eyes shifted to the large pile of wrapped gifts, all aimed to please his new master.
“Nah, you’re my actual gift so I’m not really worried about those. I have everything I want.” Sam shrugged, his smile bright and fake. “I actually just said that to mess with you.”
“What should I do, master?” Dean awkwardly shuffled, unsure of where he was supposed to stand.
“Just sit on my bed? I don’t care. I mean John bought you for me with one idea in mind and I don’t see why you should be concerned with anything else.” Sam shrugged; looking a bit confused himself as he gaped at his new slave. “Isn’t that how this works?”
“I think it works however you want it to work.” Dean moved to perch on the edge of the bed, his hands folded neatly in his lap.
“Are you going to sleep with me? I know that my father’s slave sleeps on the floor, as does my mother’s but I think that is because they are married and expected to sleep in the same bed. Don’t you…have training on this?” Sam continued to stare out the floor to ceilings window, his shoulders hard as he concentrated on the new situation at hand.
“I…no I’m afraid I am only educated on ways to please you sexually.” Dean looked ashamed, as though he suddenly felt in adequate.
“Oh, well that’s what you are here for. So, um, yeah it’s fine.” Sam walked towards the bed, kneeing his way to stand between Dean’s legs.
Sam leaned in to press his lips gently against Dean’s before pulling completely away. There was an awkward second where Dean leaned in as if to kiss Sam again, only to pull away in shock. Sam smiled and moved forward to once more crash their lips together. Sam’s tongue kitten licked against Dean’s lips before he forced his way in. Teeth clashing together roughly before tongues began to collide and dance. Sam let his hands roughly shove at his slave’s shirt, pushing the material up his chest. Pulling Dean free of the material, Sam gaped slightly at the firm expanse of muscle perfectly formed in six squares along the man’s chest. Freckles dotted over the perfect skin of Dean’s shoulders and back. Leaning down, Sam softly lapped at the freckles.
Dean shivered under Sam, whose fingertips moved in a trail up the slaves back in an attempt to take in all of the rough curves of well-defined muscle. Sam pulled Dean to his feat by his belt loops, their bodies slamming together briefly before Sam made quick work of removing Dean’s pants. Pushing the material down, Sam stared at the erection peeking through the tented boxers. Once again he was taken back by the realization that Dean was stunning. Sam pushed the material down, his breath sucking in when all of Dean finally came into view.
“Undress me, now.” Sam’s words were harsh, his voice deep with lust.
His slave’s fingers were nimble as they slid Sam’s suit jacket away, letting it fall with a small thud to the floor. It was all moving too slowly as Dean’s fingers worked the buttons of Sam’s dress shirt. Finally, Sam took both ends of the shirt and pulled, buttons snapping off and flying across the room. Together they pulled his undershirt away, Dean quickly working Sam’s pants until he stood in silk boxers.
“I…I want to watch you prep yourself.” Sam’s voice shook slightly and he attempted to push away fear practically bleeding through his words. He was in control, Sam Winchester was always in control. “There is… uh, lube in the drawer.”
Dean simply nodded and moved to pull the small bottle from the bedside table, his hands shaking slightly. Lying down on his side, Dean slicked his fingers before circling his tight hole. Sliding in knuckle deep, Dean gasped at the sudden full feeling overwhelming him. The pain was more than he had expected, but the expecting eyes of his master forced him to push deeper. Moving his finger slowly, Dean began to adjust to the feeling, his body relaxing enough for him to slide another finger inside. Crooking his finger, Dean trembled as a sudden wave of pleasure flashed through his body. Scissoring his fingers, he worked quickly to stretch his muscle. The third finger was more pain than pleasure, but he pushed on, needing to please his master.
“I’m ready.” Dean’s voice shook slightly as he pulled his fingers free.
“Have you ever done this before?” Sam pulled his boxers off as he spoke, hissing as his erection hit the cool air.
“No, we are taught how to please but we do not touch or have sexual intercourse until we are bought.” Dean smiled, forcing himself to act pleased with his situation.
Sam didn’t respond, simply moving behind his newest plaything. Lining up Sam pushed inside his slave, his head catching just past Dean’s rim. Pausing as sensation overwhelmed him, Sam ran his hand down his slave’s stomach, settling on the jut of bone of his hip. Pushing deeper, Sam moaned as a gasp fell from Dean, sounding almost pained. Sam began to circle his hips, setting a harsh pace as he fucked into his beautiful plaything. Dean was trying to pull away, struggling and whining in pain, Sam pulled him closer and fucked hard. This man was his possession and he was more than willing to prove who was master and who was slave.
Sam finished with a small cry, his mouth latching down hard to bite Dean’s shoulder. Filling the man with ropes of come before rolling off, Sam lazily fell to the side. Dean was shaking, whimpering slightly. The man’s erection had disappeared and he curled into the fetal position. Sam wondered briefly if he should try and comfort Dean, but the image of his father scolding him for being weak caused him to recoil and pull away. Sam drifted off into a deep sleep, all of his worries fading away as the world went dark and the curtain closed.
Chapter 2,