No Hope Chapter 1
Sam stuided Dean.
"You are having a difficult time with this situation, aren't you?"
"I don't see how I couldn't,"Dean snapped. "You took away my freedom. My dignity."
"Yes, but you're alive and you have it a lot better off than most people. You should be grateful to have me as a master. I should be asked to have my cock sucked, for how grateful you are. You should bath my feet, kiss my hands in gratitude." Dean hung his head, surprised that shame had filled him.
"If you piss me off much longer I might end up offing one of your friends as punishment. You don't want me to kill Bobby, now do you? Cause I'm pissed off at you?"
Dean's eyes shot up.
"Is that a threat?"
"Of course it is, threats is the only thing getting you to listen to me-now isn't it?"
Dean huffed.
"I don't respond to threats," he growled.
"Well right now you do, do you really want your pride to be the reason your friends are dead?"
"If they are dead, than you won't have anything to hold as leverage to get me to do stuff," Dean shot back.
"I'll drug you than if I have to.You'll do what I say, one way or another." Danger hung in Sam's voice.
Dean stared at him and shuddered at the thought of drugs in his body. Right now he had to make sure Bobby and the others were okay. They couldn't die for his stupid mistakes. He had to try harder to be the good pet, the good little boy, that Sam wanted him to be. He lowered his eyes in respect.
"I'm sorry sir, I'll try harder..."
"Try harder to do what?" Sam played with his nipple and he flinched.
"Try harder to be your...your..."
"Say it," Sam whispered into his ear before licking it. Dean shuddered and swallowed his pride, for his friends.
"Your good boy."
"Good." Sam pressed his fingers against Dean's mouth. Dean didn't hesitate to kiss them. But than a finger was forced into the mouth and quickly he started sucking on it like a good little whore would.
"You want to suck my cock?" Dean flinched at those words. He hated how his own cock hardened at the tone of Sam's voice. He knew how a whore, a good boy, would answer.
"Yes sir," he finally said.
"Good, than beg. Beg like the whore I know you are." Sam's mouth twitched into a smile that made Dean shiver.
"Please sir, can I suck your cock?"
Sam looked at him.
"I guess so."
Quickly it was shoved into Dean's mouth before he was able to do anything. Sam grabbed his hair to guide his mouth, to go where Sam wanted it to go. Dean gagged as it went down further.
"Relax your throat, remember to breathe. You're not going to die right now, you're just getting your mouth fucked. This is going to happen a lot, get used to it. Now lick my balls."
Dean took the cock out and reached for the scrotum. he rolled is tongue around one and than another.
"Get them both in the mouth," whispered Sam, his voice now husky. as Dean pressed his tongue deeper into the tender skin. Dean obeyed, holding back a gagging noise. He was barely able to fit both in the mouth.
Sam slowly took the balls out of his mouth, though, startling him.
"Open wide," Sam whispered. He did so, knowing what was going to happen. Warm liquid sprayed into his mouth and he kept it open for he knew Sam loved to see his mouth and lips and chin covered in come before he swallows it. "Swallow your treat, was that a good treat boy?'
"Yes master," Dean said as he swallowed the salty warm liquid.
"Good, I have another treat for you." Sam turned and started to lower his ass onto Dean's face.
Dean moaned, his hands still chained to the bedpost, as well as his legs. a collar was around his neck and was keeping him from being able to move his head.
Suddenly the ass crammed out the sunlight. He knew what to do, it's not like he hadn't done it before. He still hated it though, made him feel lower than ever. He pressed his tongue against the skin and licked deeper and deeper into the hole. His tongue became tainted and bitter, his lips swollen as he continued to lick, forcing himself not to throw up. Sam moaned on top of him and ground his ass into his face.
He felt warm liquid on his stomach as he licked the hole and bit it. Finally Sam lifted his body up, the come still pouring out of him.
He didn't say anything but turned around, getting Dean's chest covered in come, than his face. Finally his entire body was covered in it.
"Such a good look for a whore, you have no idea how Goddamn hot you look right now, Dean," Sam whispered and Dean just laid there, exhausted, and too scared to say anything-in fear it might be something stupid.
"Shit, I have to piss." Suddenly Sam's face lit him. "You know Dean, I don't think you're filthy enough for me."
Dean suddenly froze, unsure of what to think-fearing what was going to happen.
"Open your mouth."
What? No way, Sam could not be into this kind of shit! It's revolting, it's disgusting. it's....No matter what Dean thought he had to obey. Quietly and lifelessly he opened his mouth and closed his eyes. Warm jets of piss filled his mouth and ran down his chin and nose. So his face was covered in a mixture of cum and pee. He wanted to throw up. But if he did so Sam might have him lie in it, he's done that before, to others.
"Swallow."Sam's voice was sharp. Bobby's face popped into Dean's mind for some reason and Dean knew that he'd be first to go if he made Sam unhappy in any way. Quickly he swallowed, holding down the vomit that was about to rise.
"Good boy. You're such a good boy! You get to have a treat now, do you want to know what that treat is?"
"No Master," Dean murmured.
"You get to have your ass fucked! Doesn't that make you happy? That I'm going to fuck your ass?"
Dean closed his eyes.
What kind of treat was that? To a whore, though, that treat would be wonderful.
"What do you say whore?"
"Thank you sir, I'd like that very much. Well you please fuck me in the ass?"
It pained Dean to say this but he couldn't riske his pride hurting anyone he knew. Sam grinned.
"I'm impressed, Dean! I should have made those threats weeks ago. Maybe breaking you well be faster than I thought. Turn around."
Dean quickly obeyed, digging his heels for the long road. Even after coming Sam didn't ease up on the thrusting. He slammed into Dean harder and harder.
"You can make noise, you know."
That was clearly a way of Sam telling him he wanted to make noise. Dean started to moan, as loudly as he dared,and groaned, as Sam slammed into him harder and harder, his cock scraping Dean's inside seeing how no lube was put on there.
Finally the thrusting eased into a more comfortable routine and Dean's body relaxed into it, trying to forget how fucked up his life was, how it was fucked up and wrong that his own cock was getting hard under Sam's hand as Sam jacked it for him and messaged his balls.
"Please, please Master," he begged.
"No," Sam grunted. "You've already come once."
Dean had tears rolling down his cheeks as Sam cotinued to jack it off.
"No! If you do I'll whip your dick until it hurts too much to piss." The threat hung in the air. Dean groaned and buried his head into his pillow, while biting it. The intensity kept on rising.
Finally deep thrusting moments told Dean that Sam was coming. He sighed in relief. As Sam pulled out a butt plug was instantly placed back in.
"I want your ass to be constantly full, same with your mouth," Sam said as he placed a ball gag into it before Dean could say anything ."So you know what it's like being filled up all the time." Dean could feel the butt plug moving around his come filled whole. He felt dirty and used and litterally covered in piss and come. His hands were being tied behind his back ."So you don't jack off and come," Sam said. Unable to say anything Dean winced as a cock ring was placed on his penis. Sam grinned devilishly at him. "I'm not done yet. He tied a little rope around the tip of his cock and on that rope was a tiny bell. So whenever Dean moved the bell jingled.
Blush rose from Dean's cheeks. Such a degrading little thing. Made him feel more like a whore than before, but he supposed that's the point.
"Now lay still while I have some calls to make. and DON'T come."
Sam stood up and Dean moaned as he laid frozen, still in shock over what was happening to him. He felt the come and piss started to dry off but he still felt dirty and he stayed still as he let new feelings wash over him. At the moment he felt fucked up, filled with come, tied and horrifed that there was nothing he could do about this.
He could never escape. This was his life now., he was a well fucked whore. That's exactly who Sam wanted him to be and no amount of wishing or dreaming or hoping well ever change that .
"You are having a difficult time with this situation, aren't you?"
"I don't see how I couldn't,"Dean snapped. "You took away my freedom. My dignity."
"Yes, but you're alive and you have it a lot better off than most people. You should be grateful to have me as a master. I should be asked to have my cock sucked, for how grateful you are. You should bath my feet, kiss my hands in gratitude." Dean hung his head, surprised that shame had filled him.
"If you piss me off much longer I might end up offing one of your friends as punishment. You don't want me to kill Bobby, now do you? Cause I'm pissed off at you?"
Dean's eyes shot up.
"Is that a threat?"
"Of course it is, threats is the only thing getting you to listen to me-now isn't it?"
Dean huffed.
"I don't respond to threats," he growled.
"Well right now you do, do you really want your pride to be the reason your friends are dead?"
"If they are dead, than you won't have anything to hold as leverage to get me to do stuff," Dean shot back.
"I'll drug you than if I have to.You'll do what I say, one way or another." Danger hung in Sam's voice.
Dean stared at him and shuddered at the thought of drugs in his body. Right now he had to make sure Bobby and the others were okay. They couldn't die for his stupid mistakes. He had to try harder to be the good pet, the good little boy, that Sam wanted him to be. He lowered his eyes in respect.
"I'm sorry sir, I'll try harder..."
"Try harder to do what?" Sam played with his nipple and he flinched.
"Try harder to be your...your..."
"Say it," Sam whispered into his ear before licking it. Dean shuddered and swallowed his pride, for his friends.
"Your good boy."
"Good." Sam pressed his fingers against Dean's mouth. Dean didn't hesitate to kiss them. But than a finger was forced into the mouth and quickly he started sucking on it like a good little whore would.
"You want to suck my cock?" Dean flinched at those words. He hated how his own cock hardened at the tone of Sam's voice. He knew how a whore, a good boy, would answer.
"Yes sir," he finally said.
"Good, than beg. Beg like the whore I know you are." Sam's mouth twitched into a smile that made Dean shiver.
"Please sir, can I suck your cock?"
Sam looked at him.
"I guess so."
Quickly it was shoved into Dean's mouth before he was able to do anything. Sam grabbed his hair to guide his mouth, to go where Sam wanted it to go. Dean gagged as it went down further.
"Relax your throat, remember to breathe. You're not going to die right now, you're just getting your mouth fucked. This is going to happen a lot, get used to it. Now lick my balls."
Dean took the cock out and reached for the scrotum. he rolled is tongue around one and than another.
"Get them both in the mouth," whispered Sam, his voice now husky. as Dean pressed his tongue deeper into the tender skin. Dean obeyed, holding back a gagging noise. He was barely able to fit both in the mouth.
Sam slowly took the balls out of his mouth, though, startling him.
"Open wide," Sam whispered. He did so, knowing what was going to happen. Warm liquid sprayed into his mouth and he kept it open for he knew Sam loved to see his mouth and lips and chin covered in come before he swallows it. "Swallow your treat, was that a good treat boy?'
"Yes master," Dean said as he swallowed the salty warm liquid.
"Good, I have another treat for you." Sam turned and started to lower his ass onto Dean's face.
Dean moaned, his hands still chained to the bedpost, as well as his legs. a collar was around his neck and was keeping him from being able to move his head.
Suddenly the ass crammed out the sunlight. He knew what to do, it's not like he hadn't done it before. He still hated it though, made him feel lower than ever. He pressed his tongue against the skin and licked deeper and deeper into the hole. His tongue became tainted and bitter, his lips swollen as he continued to lick, forcing himself not to throw up. Sam moaned on top of him and ground his ass into his face.
He felt warm liquid on his stomach as he licked the hole and bit it. Finally Sam lifted his body up, the come still pouring out of him.
He didn't say anything but turned around, getting Dean's chest covered in come, than his face. Finally his entire body was covered in it.
"Such a good look for a whore, you have no idea how Goddamn hot you look right now, Dean," Sam whispered and Dean just laid there, exhausted, and too scared to say anything-in fear it might be something stupid.
"Shit, I have to piss." Suddenly Sam's face lit him. "You know Dean, I don't think you're filthy enough for me."
Dean suddenly froze, unsure of what to think-fearing what was going to happen.
"Open your mouth."
What? No way, Sam could not be into this kind of shit! It's revolting, it's disgusting. it's....No matter what Dean thought he had to obey. Quietly and lifelessly he opened his mouth and closed his eyes. Warm jets of piss filled his mouth and ran down his chin and nose. So his face was covered in a mixture of cum and pee. He wanted to throw up. But if he did so Sam might have him lie in it, he's done that before, to others.
"Swallow."Sam's voice was sharp. Bobby's face popped into Dean's mind for some reason and Dean knew that he'd be first to go if he made Sam unhappy in any way. Quickly he swallowed, holding down the vomit that was about to rise.
"Good boy. You're such a good boy! You get to have a treat now, do you want to know what that treat is?"
"No Master," Dean murmured.
"You get to have your ass fucked! Doesn't that make you happy? That I'm going to fuck your ass?"
Dean closed his eyes.
What kind of treat was that? To a whore, though, that treat would be wonderful.
"What do you say whore?"
"Thank you sir, I'd like that very much. Well you please fuck me in the ass?"
It pained Dean to say this but he couldn't riske his pride hurting anyone he knew. Sam grinned.
"I'm impressed, Dean! I should have made those threats weeks ago. Maybe breaking you well be faster than I thought. Turn around."
Dean quickly obeyed, digging his heels for the long road. Even after coming Sam didn't ease up on the thrusting. He slammed into Dean harder and harder.
"You can make noise, you know."
That was clearly a way of Sam telling him he wanted to make noise. Dean started to moan, as loudly as he dared,and groaned, as Sam slammed into him harder and harder, his cock scraping Dean's inside seeing how no lube was put on there.
Finally the thrusting eased into a more comfortable routine and Dean's body relaxed into it, trying to forget how fucked up his life was, how it was fucked up and wrong that his own cock was getting hard under Sam's hand as Sam jacked it for him and messaged his balls.
"Please, please Master," he begged.
"No," Sam grunted. "You've already come once."
Dean had tears rolling down his cheeks as Sam cotinued to jack it off.
"No! If you do I'll whip your dick until it hurts too much to piss." The threat hung in the air. Dean groaned and buried his head into his pillow, while biting it. The intensity kept on rising.
Finally deep thrusting moments told Dean that Sam was coming. He sighed in relief. As Sam pulled out a butt plug was instantly placed back in.
"I want your ass to be constantly full, same with your mouth," Sam said as he placed a ball gag into it before Dean could say anything ."So you know what it's like being filled up all the time." Dean could feel the butt plug moving around his come filled whole. He felt dirty and used and litterally covered in piss and come. His hands were being tied behind his back ."So you don't jack off and come," Sam said. Unable to say anything Dean winced as a cock ring was placed on his penis. Sam grinned devilishly at him. "I'm not done yet. He tied a little rope around the tip of his cock and on that rope was a tiny bell. So whenever Dean moved the bell jingled.
Blush rose from Dean's cheeks. Such a degrading little thing. Made him feel more like a whore than before, but he supposed that's the point.
"Now lay still while I have some calls to make. and DON'T come."
Sam stood up and Dean moaned as he laid frozen, still in shock over what was happening to him. He felt the come and piss started to dry off but he still felt dirty and he stayed still as he let new feelings wash over him. At the moment he felt fucked up, filled with come, tied and horrifed that there was nothing he could do about this.
He could never escape. This was his life now., he was a well fucked whore. That's exactly who Sam wanted him to be and no amount of wishing or dreaming or hoping well ever change that .