Glasses 'Verse - Dean Gets His Ruler Back; Dean/Sam; NC-17
Title: Glasses ‘Verse - Dean Gets His Ruler Back
Author: softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Warning: Wincest and B&D light
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3510
Written for: biggelois who inspired the very first chapter of the Glasses ‘Verse and for being such a good friend and dedicated teacher in her real life. But it would not have been possible if not for my very, very dear friend, G-Mac. You know why…
Summary: This is a follow up to Dean's New Look Is Driving Sammy Crazy:, where Dean is in a situation of temporarily having to wear glasses due to an injury but only while reading and doing computer work. Sam had been slowly going mad with lusting after a scholarly looking Dean. In the first part, Sam snaps and throws Dean up against the wall for some up against the wall sex while Dean is wearing his glasses. They had joked about Dean looking like a school teacher and the only thing missing was a ruler. So the ruler has definitely come into play in each subsequent chapter. In this one, Dean has passed his practical exam and gotten his ruler back. Sammy had better watch out…
Dean's New Look Is Driving Sammy Crazy:, is the first chapter. Each subsequent chapter is linked at the bottom.
Fic banner by lovelylora from a manip she had made with Dean/Jensen in glasses.
Excerpt from Dean’s Practical Exam:
Sam licked his lips and looked at what Dean was doing. He looked gorgeous in his glasses and to some extent resembled school teacher Dean, but standing there completely naked with his fingers dripping lube and being totally obedient, Dean didn’t look so much like the teacher as he did a complete and total slut…
Dean Gets His Ruler Back
Walking in the door of yet another third rate motel room carrying their bags Sam found himself thrown up against the wall by his brother.
“Jesus Dean…what the fuck?”
Dean just smiled a knowing smile. He had his ruler back after Sam’s stunt the other night giving him a practical exam. Making him suck his brother’s cock, finger himself open, beg for Sam’s dick, and then to cum without either of them touching his dick. Oh yeah, he passed the exam, but now it was Sam’s turn to squirm.
“Just stay there, bitch. And don’t you fucking move,” Dean told Sam with his hand on his chest.
Dean took his bag and turned toward the bathroom not doubting for one second that Sam would be exactly where he had left him when he came out.
After closing the bathroom door Dean stripped down to nothing and then rummaged in his bag for the two things that had been driving this crazy, role-playing sex thing that he and Sam had been enjoying for a while.
The glasses which had been prescribed for a temporary situation that seemed to be resolving and the ruler which had been a running gag as to how studious and scholarly Dean looked when he was wearing the glasses with the black frames.
Dean had been quite surprised at the effect that the black framed glasses had on his brother, but from the first time that Sam acted on them and basically threw Dean against the wall and fucked him hard, Dean had more than an idea of just what was going on in Sam’s head. Oh, and the fact that Sam could not look away from his face when he was wearing them and seemed in a constant state of arousal was the other clue.
~0~0~
Sam stood rooted to the spot against the wall next to the door exactly where his brother had left him. He wasn’t sure what Dean had in store for him, but he loved it when Dean was a Toppy Bastard. And, after the recent event of Dean’s Practical Exam, Sam figured he was due for a little payback and that was just fine with him.
Leaning against the wall, his bag at his feet and his imagination going wild, he wasn’t surprised at all that his cock was hard and throbbing in his pants. His brother had a great imagination, but he also had some really awesome instincts in every part of his life and sometimes his brother was of a mind to just throw him down and fuck him. And, truth-be-told, either scenario was okay with him.
Sam understood that as a switch, where he and Dean took turns topping and bottoming, that the beauty of being the bottom was that you got to just let it happen. The only thing that you were in charge of was feeling pleasure. Smiling to himself, he was quite interested in seeing what Dean had in mind.
~0~0~
Dean took one last look at himself in the bathroom mirror wearing the glasses and with the ruler in his hand, and then decided something else on a whim. Opening his bag he took out the rope and bindings that he had bought when Sam was doing some research. He had also bought a flogger in case he got tired of the ruler. Sam had no idea that he had popped into a sex store a few days ago to get a few new items to add some spice to their play time. Knowing Sam as well as he did, he was sure there would be no complaints.
Ready to turn Sam into his bitch, he opened the door to the bathroom and sauntered over to the bed dropping the rope, the bindings, and the flogger on the bed. He then took his sweet time walking completely naked save for the glasses and the ruler toward where he had left Sam standing against the wall.
He smiled as he saw the look on Sam’s face. His brother couldn’t hide a thing. He was staring at Dean’s face in the glasses and it must have made Sam start to salivate as he actually licked his lips as Dean got closer.
Dean leaned forward and up on his toes and touched his full lips to his brother’s equally gorgeous wet and shiny ones and gave him a sensual yet needy kiss.
When he got done, Sam was happy to have the support of the wall at his back as he legs felt a little weak. Looking into his big brother’s eyes he waited to hear what Dean had in mind.
“Little brother, you look so fucking nasty tonight,” said Dean as he used the ruler to trace across Sam’s broad chest. “You look like you want it so bad…don’t you?”
Swallowing hard, Sam shook his head and said, “Uh huh.”
Dean kept tracing the ruler along Sammy’s fucking gorgeous body and said, “I know you do bitch. It is written all over your face how fucking bad you want it. Bad enough to beg, I suspect.”
“Uh huh,” agreed Sam. He was mesmerized by his brother’s eyes behind the glasses and that ruler that was running all over him.
Putting the ruler on Sam’s jean clad cock Dean told him, “Fuck, hard already you little whore? I bet you are dripping too, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh…” Sam almost whined this time. Yes, it was a fact. His cock was as hard as a rock and he was definitely dripping as evidenced by the darker spot on his jeans where the head of his cock was resting. There was no denying either fact.
Smiling at Sam, “Well then, little brother let’s get this show on the road, bitch.”
Dean stayed in Sam’s personal space and then leaned forward whispering into his ear, “Take your clothes off for me, real slow and sexy like. Show me what you got princess…” And then he took two steps back, crossing his arms, holding the ruler in his right hand and watching Sam through the glasses.
Holy crap, did Dean just call him princess? It sounded like that was what he had said and you know it didn’t bother him in the least. He loved it actually, and with that he had his outer, button down shirt off. He dropped it on top of his bag. He continued watching Dean watch him as he took off his t-shirt next and standing before Dean with the huge expanse of his chest and shoulders tapering to a very slim waist with hard abs, he dropped the t-shirt on the pile too.
Now, it was Dean’s turn to lick his lips and Sam smiled inside. He didn’t want to appear impertinent, yet.
Bending now, Sam took off his shoes and socks, and then standing back up unbuttoned his pants and then slowly shimmied out of them. Standing before Dean in just his boxer briefs, he looked at his brother’s eyes as he was clearly looking at the large wet stain on the grey boxers. His cock was hard and throbbing under the intensity of Dean’s gaze and he slid his fingers into the waistband of the garment and pulled them off, dropped them onto the pile and stood before his brother with his hard cock protruding from his groin and clearly aroused, dripping and shiny.
Dean looked up from Sam’s cock and said, “Turn around, bitch. Gonna warm your ass up before we get to the good part. Now!”
And with that, Sam turned and braced himself against the wall. Arms shoulder width apart and his feet about the same width exposing his bare ass to his brother.
“You remember your word, right?” Dean asked Sam.
“Yes. I’m good. Please…I need it…” Sam told Dean as he braced himself for whatever Dean had in mind. He really did need it. When Dean hit his ass, beat him with a ruler, his hand, or whatever, Sam just went to another planet. He couldn’t explain it, but it was pure heaven for him. He wanted it so bad. He loved when his brother picked up on his need and treated him this way. It turned him on so much to let Dean take control.
“I know you do princess…I know you do,” said Dean as he ran his hands all over Sam’s back and ass. He had placed the ruler between his body and his upper arm to have both hands free to explore and caress Sam’s smooth, cool flesh. He loved the feel of Sam like this before he beat his ass red, but he loved the feeling of Sam’s hot red flesh too, knowing that he was responsible for that and giving his brother the things that he craved.
Sam stood, braced against the wall shivering at the light touches that his brother was running all over him. He didn’t say a word. He just waited.
When Dean was done caressing the beautiful flesh of Sam’s back, his ass, and his legs with his hands, he grabbed the ruler and started tracing it along Sam’s skin and whispered into Sam’s ear, “This what you want, baby? Hmmm?”
Sam nodded his head and whispered back, “Yes, Dean. Yes. Please…I need it…”
Smiling at Sam’s admission of his need, and whispering back to him, Dean pulled the ruler back and with a flick of his wrist cracked it across Sammy’s ass instantly making a white welt that filled up with blood and turned pink.
Oh yes. Turning the flesh of Sam’s pale ass to first pink and then crimson was something that Dean actually loved to do. He loved it, because it was what Sam needed, wanted, craved. If not for that, Dean didn’t think he’d like it at all. But, seeing the transcendent look on Sammy’s face throughout a session like this was all of the reason in the world to take this seriously and to turn every bit of that ass as red as could be.
And while he did it, he loved talking dirty to his boy too. “Shut the fuck up you little slut. I don’t want to hear a word out of you. Just hold on to that fucking wall and take it princess. Gonna turn your ass pink then red. You are gonna feel it for a week. Jesus. Just look at you…standing there and taking it and I don’t even have you tied up, yet…” said Dean as he continued his assault on Sam’s flesh and filling his ears with the perfect combination of words.
See, Sam loved the beating as much as he loved being called names by his brother. And it was only his brother who could get this response out of him.
Standing, braced against the wall, Sam could hear Dean’s words calling him names like slut, whore, cunt, and princess, and he also heard Dean say he wasn’t tied up yet. Oh hell, that is so awesome. Dean was going to tie him up. Best news, ever. But he would enjoy one thing at a time and this beating on his ass was great.
“You fucking little cunt, you are such a pain slut aren’t you? Love being my little bitch and leaning against that wall and letting me beat your gorgeous fucking ass, huh? Jesus, you should see how red it is starting to get now, princess. I bet it is hot too. Fucking little slut. Just standing there and taking it. Bet your cock is hard and dripping too. You are such a slut for a good ass beating aren’t you?”
Sam just listened to his brother as he accented each blow with some derogatory name calling. Fuck he loved it when Dean took control. And then it stopped and Sam wanted to cry but he just held on to the wall and waited.
Dean rubbed his hand across Sam’s ass and gave it a good smack with his open hand. “Sammy, just stay there and wait. Okay?”
Through a bit of a fog Sam heard Dean’s quiet voice tell him to just stand there and wait. He nodded his head continuing to lean against the wall waiting for Dean to tell him what to do next.
Moments later Dean was ready for Sam and told him, “Alright Sam. Get your ass over here now princess. Got something for you.”
Sam turned from the wall and saw some bindings on the bed and Dean standing next to it with a rope in his hand. Sam moved toward the bed and asked Dean in which position he wanted him.
Right there Sammy, on your back ass right near the edge. And then Dean did some kind of magic with the bindings which somehow turned into a functioning spreader bar without the bar. The bindings attached to each wrist and ankle then went around his back and under his arms. They were padded where they touched his back so as not to chafe, and before he knew it Sam was trussed up with his legs apart and back, exposing his cock, his balls and his ass all the while he could look at Dean wearing those nasty fucking glasses.
Dean stood back and had a look at his handiwork. “Hmmm…I guess I’m not gonna need this rope after all. I’ll keep it handy just in case.” He dropped the rope on the bed and then continued, “You look like such a twisted little bitch all trussed up like that with all of your soft parts exposed just for me. I bet you can’t wait, can you, cunt?”
Sam just nodded his head. This was pretty awesome. Dean had never used a spreader bar or a makeshift spreader bar on him before, but he was very excited to see what would come next. “Yes, Dean. I can’t wait,” said Sam eagerly.
Dean made sure that Sam’s ass was completely exposed and picked up the ruler. Feeling a little perverse, Dean put it to Sam’s lips and told him to kiss it. And, remarkably, he did without a complaint in the world.
Then Dean got back in front of Sam where Sam could watch Dean’s face mesmerized, at the intense concentration that he saw but also because Dean in those black framed glasses turned him on like nothing else. He still didn’t know what it was, but damn that was a good look for Dean.
Sam flinched with the contact again and again from that ruler all over his ass and his thighs, but as Dean had been keeping up a running dialog telling him to, “Shut the fuck up princess, I don’t want to hear a fucking sound out of you, you fucking cunt. Just lay there and take it you dirty whore. In fact, you aren’t just a whore. You are my fucking whore and don’t you fucking forget it bitch.” Sam didn’t make a fucking sound. Just watched Dean’s every move and hung on every word and every smack that landed Sam got that much more turned on.
Dean watched Sam to be sure he didn’t over do it. Sam had a safe word, but he had never used it. Dean didn’t think Sam ever would so it was up to him to be sure that he pushed Sam far enough, but not too far. So far Sam appeared to be tolerating it all very well so Dean dropped the ruler and grabbed the flogger that had been called a Cat O’Nine Tails.
Showing it to Sam he asked, “You ready to take a little more, bitch? I don’t think your ass is red enough, do you?”
Sam’s eyes opened wide. Dean had never used a flogger on him before, but the idea of his brother hitting him with that leather flogger had him about to explode. Telling his big brother, “Oh yeah, I think I can take some more. In fact, give me anything you want. I can take it.”
“Jesus fucking Christ Sam. You are such a fucking pain slut. You may say that, but you know what I think? I think that we can use this flogger on your balls and your cock too. What do you think about that, cunt?”
Holy shit thought Sam, what do I think of that? Is he fucking kidding? So, he said the only thing he could say, “Hell yes. I think that is great. Do your worst, I’m ready. I won’t break. I can take it.”
And Dean did. He started slowly with the flogger warming Sam’s ass some more as he called him names. He slapped Sam’s face with his hand just to get his attention. He moved to the side a bit so that he could angle the flogger to hit Sam’s hole, his balls and his cock while he called his little brother every name in the fucking book.
Sam lay there watching Dean. His cock was hard and throbbing, it was dripping all over his stomach. His ass was hot. His hole, his balls, and his cock were red and throbbing. He wanted to be fucked so badly he couldn’t stand it. Lying there being called, “Fucking slut, you cunt…whore. Jesus fucking Christ Sam you should see how red you are all over. I wanna fuck that red fucking ass hole right now. God dammit and your cock is leaking every where. You’d think you loved this…you like this Sammy? You my bitch? A little fucking pain slut? Yeah? That’s what I thought princess. My bitch. My whore. My slut. My princess. Isn’t that right, cunt?” Dean finished with a question.
“Hell yes. Dean. Of course. Yours. Only yours, forever. Love you, just you. You take such good care of me. Want you to fuck me. Please…Dean…want your cock…God, please…need it…now.”
Dropping the flogger, Dean looked at Sam, bound like that and begging to be fucked and he was almost overcome at how beautiful Sam looked in his surrender. How what he had just done to Sam had somehow set him free and the look of peace on his little brother’s face.
Dean reached for the bindings and Sam flinched. “No. Dean. Please…fuck me like this. Bound by you. Bound to you. Please…I need it like this. Show me I’m yours? Please?”
And hearing Sam’s words filled Dean’s heart with even more love than he thought he could feel before they had started their physical relationship. No matter what anyone would say about them having a relationship Dean knew that he would never love anyone the way that he loved Sam and the reverse was equally true.
Leaving his glasses on Dean grabbed the lube determined to prepare Sam’s red hole and his own cock so that his Sammy would enjoy every thrust of his big brother’s cock, from the first thrust to the last one.
Sam continued to watch Dean so intent on taking care of him. Loving him soundly. Giving him all of those things that he needed and things he wasn’t even sure about. Then taking such pains to make the sex perfect, lubing them both up then looking down at Sam while wearing the glasses, Dean lined his cock up to Sam’s ass hole and slid inside of his little brother completely bound and submissive and watched the look on Sam’s face of complete and total surrender.
Lying below his brother, watching him raptly until the moment that his brother’s cock entered his ass, Sam’s face showed so much. He couldn’t hide the love, the submission, the surrender even if he’d wanted to. As Dean slid his cock into him in that one slow thrust Sam almost came right then with neither of them touching his cock.
Staring into each other’s eyes, Dean continued to work into Sammy’s ass bringing his brother so much pleasure. Knowing when he hit Sammy’s spot by the look on his face and continuing to fuck into his little brother, and hit his spot over and over again.
And, now the naughty words, the name calling was done. The time for that had passed and instead the endearments were whispered. Reverently as though afraid that someone else would hear and somehow diminish what they shared together.
“Sam, so beautiful like this. Baby, you should see how gorgeous you are laying there for me like this. Taking me inside of you and letting me pleasure you. It means so much to me Sam to make you feel like this. You okay, baby?” Dean asked his brother.
Sam smiled his beautiful smile, indulgently at glasses wearing Dean and what he had come to think of as the rhetorical questions. “Of course I’m okay Dean. Having you take care of me. Loving me like this is the best feeling in the world. And Dean? It is you…only you…love you big brother…yours…”
Dean smiled back down at his brother and as they moved together and came together all he could do was agree with his little brother, “Yes, Sammy. Mine…mine…”
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