Hello Kitty - Plugged In Kitty

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Title: Hello Kitty - Plugged In Kitty
Author: 
softbluebuddy 
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Words: 6708
Spoilers: Post Season 2 and During Season 3

Summary:  The Hello Kitty ‘Verse started as a series of obscene telephone calls starting with a Mystery Caller. But quickly Dean put two and two together and that Sam was the Mystery Caller. Dean turned the tables on Sam and ultimately they end up in the same room together for actual first!time!dean/first!time!sam sex in the chapter called Hello Kitty - Daddy’s Home. The boys have now randomly started calling each other on the phone and describing explicitly what they want to do to each other, and then when they are together they try to make reality even better than all of the nasty phone sex talk.

Notes/Warnings: NC-17; Wincest

Disclaimers: All Made Up, I own none of these characters or actors, I make no money from this.  Characters are the property of the creators of Supernatural.

Author's Note: It isn’t necessary to read the other five in this series first, as they all stand alone just fine, but if you do want to read in sequence, follow this link to the Hello Kitty Master Fic Post: Hello Kitty Master Fic List (with links)

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Fic Banner by: 
realm_of_ylith  from screen caps from 
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Excerpt from Hello Kitty - Cream

Sam went back down onto his knees and licked his come off of his brother’s stomach and stood back up and kissed Dean again.

Then he leaned back and smiled at Dean like the cat that got the cream.

“Damn, kitty, I’ll say it again…you are one hot bitch,” said Dean with a huge smile on his face.

Hello Kitty - Plugged In Kitty

Sam was hanging around in the motel room. They were leaving in the morning and Dean was out doing vehicle maintenance, which really wasn’t Sam’s thing. If they still had a room available he always elected to stay behind when Dean went to gas up the Impala, check the fluids, and go to the car wash.

The Impala was Dean’s other baby, and Sammy wasn’t jealous at all. Dean loved that car, had ever since he had gotten it from their dad, and taking care of it was kind of therapeutic for Dean. He’d always get in the zone when he was working on her, or get a wistful look on his face when he talked about her.

Anything that made his brother that happy was fine with Sam.

Sam’s phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and it was Dean. He wondered what was up. He should be back fairly soon, maybe just checking to be sure Sam was ready to go eat when he got back. Delaying Dean’s meals was like trying to keep a dog from a bone, or a lion from a fresh kill. When Dean was ready to eat, he was ready to eat. Sam smiled at the thought of Dean as a lion…

“Hello?” Sam said as he flipped the phone open and put it to his ear. “What’s up?”

“Hey, Sammy. Just checking in with you, baby…see how you are doing.”

“You’re calling to ask how I’m doing? Okay, I’m good, ” Sam said a little puzzled. The puzzlement didn’t last long though.

“I was just excited to talk to you, Kitty, because Daddy bought you a surprise and I was just ready to burst and thought that I’d call you and tell you all about it before I get back. Then you will be excited too. Unless you want me to just hang up and not tell you all about the surprise that I bought you…” Dean teased knowing full well that he had Sam’s attention and there was no way with a teaser like that, that Sam would let him hang up the phone.

“You got me a surprise? It’s not my birthday or anything.  What’s the occasion?” Sam asked Dean.

Perfect. Dean was right. The teaser had worked, Sammy was interested, and this might turn into an interesting phone call. Dean certainly hoped that was the case, because his kitty rarely let him down. He’d just have to take it up a notch and see if he could get his kitty to play with him. He loved talking to his kitty on the phone. Not that he didn’t do an excellent job of the dirty talking when he was in the room with his baby boy, but something about talking dirty and imagining the things that were said and the impact they were having on Sam on the other end of the phone call was just something a little more cerebral.

“You know, the first night that I licked your ass until it was dripping and ready for my cock, and then I slid my big, fat, throbbing cock in your tight hole and fucked you so good? You remember that, Kitty?” Dean purred into the phone, his voice low and gravelly and all full of sex as he was remembering it too.

Sam had an immediate reaction to that voice that Dean was using to describe what they had done that night. The reaction was between his ears as much as it was between his legs. All he could do at this point was stutter, “Um, uh, yeah.”

Sam was starting to understand a little why Dean had called him on the phone. It seemed that his big brother was taking the phone call tag thing seriously, and other than the fact that Sam had made the first two phone calls as the Mystery Caller, they had now established a pattern of Sam-Dean-Sam, and now Dean, again.

Sam loved hearing Dean’s voice, especially when he was talking about sexin’ up his baby brother. Sam sat back in his chair, closed his laptop and waited. He knew Dean, and Dean wouldn’t have called if he didn’t have something good for him. He could hardly wait to hear about the present. He wondered what it could be, but knew all in good time. He didn’t want to rush Dean. That was part of the beauty of it all. Listening to Dean’s voice and how he could drag out a little scenario until Sam was complete putty in his hands. Kind of like the night with the pink panties.

Who knew that Sam would be so susceptible to suggestion? Certainly not Sam, but damn, when Dean said those things, made him do those things, all the while he was watching himself in the mirror the way that Dean had told him to…Jesus fucking Christ…but his daddy has his number down cold.

Dean had asked the question of Sam about their first time, and realized that he definitely was having an effect on Sammy since his answer was almost the equivalent of a grunt, followed by ‘yeah.’   Dean loved when he could turn Stanford Sam into the equivalent of a monosyllabic caveman.

He decided to share a little more about the present that he had gotten for his kitty. “So, I was driving to the car wash and I noticed an adult store tucked in the corner of this little strip mall, and I remembered what I had told you when I was drilling your tight little ass. Do you remember me talking to you when I was balls deep in your ass, baby? Cause I remember talking to you, and telling you about all the dirty things I wanted to do to that ass,”

Dean was getting kind of graphic now and fuck but Sammy loved to hear his daddy talk dirty. “I remember you told me all kinds of things when you were fucking my ass, daddy. It was so fucking good. Listening to you tell me how good it felt and the things you wanted to do made me come so hard, with your fucking cock ramming my tight little hole. But, it’s all yours daddy. Just for you,” Sammy wasn’t an idiot, and decided he liked the way this conversation was going. He figured it would get even hotter if he gave his daddy as good as he was getting.

‘Holy fucking shit,’ thought Dean. His kitty did want to play on the phone. Awesome. He loved when his Sammy whipped out that Mystery Caller voice, the one that started it all for them. “Ooh, baby. I love it when you talk like that. Such a good kitty, and you know that your ass belongs to me. I love that you know you are my bitch. Fucking little slut, but just for me,” Dean told Sammy letting him know he appreciated Sam’s full participation in the conversation.

“I am totally your bitch. Love being your bitch, daddy. You own my ass…only you. Love it when you lick my hole open and then slide your cock in me,” Sam agreed wholeheartedly. Being Dean’s bitch was Sam’s number one job and he loved it. Fucking loved it, and he didn’t want to let an opportunity pass when he could tell his daddy that it was so. He lived to be Dean’s bitch now.

“I know you do kitty. That’s why I got you a present. I went into the adult store to get you something special, baby. Remember when I told you I was gonna get a plug and put it in your ass and make you ride in the car with it all day? Then when we checked into a motel, you could take off your clothes and get on the bed on all fours and wait for your daddy to come and take that plug out, line up his cock and slide all the way into you in one long stroke, because you would already be ready? You remember that kitty?”

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ Dean was trying to kill him. That was all there was to it. “Fuck. Are you kidding me?” Sam all but croaked into the phone, while he was squirming in his chair trying to get comfortable now that his cock was completely hard and throbbing in his jeans.

“Baby, do I sound like I’m kidding?” Dean laughed at what he pictured as Sam’s obvious arousal and what he also figured was growing discomfort.

“No. Daddy, you don’t sound like you’re kidding. You bought me a plug to wear in the car?” Sam asked in an effort to clarify the situation. Sam’s cock was rock hard in his pants behind his zipper and he reached down and rubbed it through his pants.

Fuck, Dean had bought him a plug? Oh my god, when Dean had told him that the first time he was fucking his ass, he thought that was just more of Dean’s dirty talk to turn him on and get him off. He had no idea that was something that Dean really wanted to do. But, fuck yes! What bitch wouldn’t want to have his daddy put a plug in his ass so he could slide it out and fuck him stupid because he’d already be ready for his daddy’s huge, beautiful cock?

“Oh baby, better than that. I bought you three,” Dean shared with Sam, clearly excited by his purchase. Dean had been standing in the adult store in the anal plug section and really couldn’t decide on just one, and he wasn’t really sure which would be the best size for Sam sitting in the car all day, and he wanted Sam to know it was there, and that his daddy had slid it in, and that at the end of the day his daddy would slide it out and fuck him into the mattress, but he didn’t want it to be too much for his kitty.

“Three? Why do we need three?” Sam asked, the concern was evident in his voice. Dean didn’t mean to fill his ass with three plugs at once did he? Surely not.

Dean heard the concern in Sam’s voice and realized that Sammy may have misunderstood. He decided to be nice and explain himself.

“It is a starter set. It gives you options. You don’t use ‘em all at once, I guess, unless you have a really open, cock-hungry ass, then I guess you can use ‘em all at once, but that big one looks like it would be plenty all by itself…”

“Not reassuring me here, Dean,” Sam said into the phone.

“Don’t worry, kitty.   Daddy got the starter set because he thought for your first time and all we’d probably use the small one. Just enough to keep you open and ready, but not so much to make you uncomfortable, wouldn’t want you uncomfortable, now would we? Daddy wants his bitch ready for his big fat cock, that’s all. We can experiment with the other two later.” Dean said to Sam smiling at what he imagined to be the look of relief on Sam’s face.

“Daddy, are you really going to put a plug in my ass tomorrow morning before we leave? Seriously? Gonna make me wear it all day and think of your big fat cock while I’m squirming around on my seat? Jesus fucking Christ, you aren’t kidding, are you?” Sam asked Dean one question after another without giving his brother a chance to answer.

“What’s the matter, baby? You scared? Don’t be afraid, I’ll get you so ready you’re gonna love it.” Dean was picturing it all in his mind’s eye and wanted to share his ideas with Sam. He was eager, but forced himself to talk slowly, draw it out, giving Sammy a chance to imagine each and every single step to his diabolical plan. So, he continued in a slow and sexy drawl, “See, what I thought that I’d do is this; in the morning after you shower, I’m gonna make you come back to bed.” He paused and licked his lips. “Then, I’m gonna get your ass ready for that plug and you are gonna love it.” Paused and rubbed his dick through his pants. “See, my plan is that I’m gonna eat your ass, tongue fuck you into oblivion, until you beg for it.” Pause and rub his hand across his chest through his t-shirt feeling the hard nubs of his nipples straining against the cotton. “But I’m not gonna give you the plug.” Pause and smile knowing that Sam probably had a look on his face of complete and total confusion. That he would beg for something his daddy wasn’t going to give him. “Nope. Not gonna.” Pause, and swallow. “You wanna know why?”

Jesus. Dean had to know the effect his words were having on Sam. And not just the words, how slowly he put that scenario together, not rushing like a train rolling down a track, but slow and sweet like a Sunday drive with somewhere to go, but no hurry to get there. His brother was incredible. He had certainly gotten his interest, and he had to ask, “Okay. Why? If you have me all open and ready and begging why aren’t you gonna stick it in? I don’t understand…” said Sam clearly perplexed.

Sam was on board, Dean knew it because he had been forced to ask why and for the entire world, it sounded to Dean like Sammy felt like he would die right then if he didn’t get something in his ass. And, his daddy had taken him right to the edge, licking him open and getting him so ready and willing and begging about how much he wanted it, then Sam feeling empty and maybe even a little bit cheated.

Poor baby. Dean took pity on his baby boy, “Oh, kitty…I’m not gonna stick the plug in your ass when you are begging me for it because I’m gonna fuck you first. Gonna give you my fat cock, not the plug…gonna fuck that ass so good. You are gonna be begging me to pound you harder and harder, calling me daddy and telling me that you are my good little kitty. Telling me you are my little bitch and you love me fucking your ass so good, that you are my little cockwhore and you want your daddy’s cock all the fucking time. That’s why I’m not gonna put the plug in. You want your daddy’s cock fucking your ass, don’t you? More than just a plug?” Dean asked like there was really even a question of whether Sam would rather get fucked by his daddy’s big, fat, beautiful cock or have a piece of rubber shoved up his ass.

Did Dean just pull a bait and switch? ‘Cause that is what that sounded like. First he was talking about how good it was gonna be having his ass prepped to take the plug then all of a sudden Dean was describing in perfect detail how he was gonna fuck his ass so good that he’d be whimpering under him and begging for more of his daddy’s cock and how much he loved being his daddy’s bitch. Oh yeah, that was definitely a bait and switch, but Sammy had no intention of calling Ralph Nader to investigate unfair advertising practices. Oh, no. He was more than happy to hear his daddy tell him how good he was going to fuck him.

“Please, daddy. Want that, want your cock now. When you come back to the room, can we fuck, please? I am your little cockslut, your bitch and I love your cock daddy. Please…I’ll do anything that you want…I’ll be a good kitty for you,” Sam practically begged into the phone while he was arched back in his chair holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear and rubbing one hand across his nipples and pressing down on his huge, hard cock inside of his jeans. Sam was getting close to coming just listening to Dean’s voice describe all of the things that he was going to do to him.

“Baby, of course daddy will fuck you when he gets back to the room. But don’t you want to know what else is gonna happen in the morning before we leave and hit the road?” Dean questioned Sam.

“Something else is gonna happen?” squeaked Sam.  Sam had quite an imagination, but he couldn’t think of anything that could be any hotter than what Dean had already described to him. But inquiring minds need to know, so Sam found himself asking, “What else?”

“Baby, I’m gonna fuck your ass so good, but I’m gonna have the plug right there on the bed, all lubed up. When I pull my cock out of your ass, I’m gonna slide the plug right in to keep your daddy’s come from running out. You are my little ass-slut and you are gonna have your daddy’s cream in your ass all day long and when I pull out the plug later, you will be so ready for me. My own cream is gonna be all the lube you are gonna need when I fuck you at the end of the day,” Dean was almost beside himself describing this for Sam.

“Oh my God…you are serious. I can’t believe how fucking hot that is, you telling me that I am going to wear a plug all day that my daddy put in my ass to hold all his cream inside me to lube me up for when he fucks me. Jesus fucking Christ…you are amazing,” Sam admitted to Dean. “You know when you asked me on the phone if I was a phone sex operator in college? Where do you get all this stuff? Jesus…I love hearing you talk on the phone and when your cock is in my mouth or in my ass. Holy fuck, daddy…love it so much.”

“Yeah, me too, Sammy. Me too. I’ll be back in a few minutes. See you soon.” And Dean broke the connection.

~0~0~

Dean had come back to the room and Sam had been waiting for him. After backing Sam up against the wall and kissing and plundering his mouth while sliding his hands all over Sam, Dean turned Sam so that Dean’s back was to the wall.  Dean opened his pants and made Sammy go down on his knees and suck him off.

Sure Sam had asked for Dean to fuck him when he came back to the room, but the butt-sex was still so new for Sam, that Dean didn’t want to hurt him. He was definitely going to fuck him in the morning and plug his ass with the small plug from the starter kit, but he didn’t know how Sam would handle that all day after getting fucked as soon as he got back to the room, then after they got back from dinner, and then again in the morning, and finally getting a plug slid into his ass to hold all of Dean’s come inside him.

Dean figured it would be better to distract Sam, and what better way than to make his kitty get on his knees and blow his big brother, deep throating his big, meaty cock?

Dean remembered the last thing Sam had told him on the phone about loving to hear Dean talk to him on the phone, or when he was fucking his mouth or his ass. Dean made sure not to disappoint his little bitch and carried on some nasty dialog while Sam sucked Dean’s cock down his throat until he was shooting a tremendous load of cream into Sammy’s mouth.

Afterwards, Dean kissed Sam, but didn’t help Sam out at all. Sam’s cock was throbbing and he needed some relief. Dean had an idea about that, that would also save Sammy’s ass a little pounding till the morning, so after helping Sam to his feet, said ever so innocently, “Let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.”

Sam couldn’t believe it. Dean was gonna leave him like this with such a huge hard-on in his pants that he could hardly walk and he was expected to go into a diner and eat dinner. Was Dean nuts?

But Sam knew his place. He was Dean’s bitch and it wasn’t his place to ask for relief. If Dean wanted him to wait, then he’d wait. But goddammit, it hardly seemed fair. But, Sam had to concede that Dean letting him suck him off was awesome and that maybe his big brother had some other ideas for the evening.

~0~0~

After dinner Dean and Sam had spent the night cuddling and making out of all things. Sam had wanted more, but for some reason Dean was being all touchy feely and teasing Sam over and over again. Bringing his kitty to the edge and backing off. Whenever Dean wasn’t kissing Sam, he’d use every opportunity to whisper nasty things in his kitty’s ear, telling him what a good kitty he was, that Dean was so proud of him and what a good little bitch he was and how good he had sucked him before when he had come back to the room. Dean called Sam names like cocksucker and ass-slut, my bitch, my kitty, and every single dirty nasty endearment that he could think of because the more creative he got the hotter his baby boy was getting.

Sam was so fucking turned on that with the last bit of Dean’s teasing he was thrashing on the bed, while Dean kissed him and played with his nipples, and putting his hand every where except Sammy’s cock that he was arching off the bed and finally coming so hard that he shot thick white ropes of come all over his chest and stomach with neither one of them even touching his cock.

Sam couldn’t believe it. He’d never had an orgasm like that before, where he came with no stimulation to his cock at all. Just Dean’s mouth and his hands, and his words. Definitely his words. He had no idea how nasty his big brother was and how turned on he could get just listening to that voice, especially when he called him names. Fuck, being called a cocksucker and an ass-slut and a good kitty and daddy’s little bitch. Holy fucking Christ, that orgasm had as much to do with the stuff coming out of Dean’s mouth as anything else that had happened that evening. As he was coming, he moaned and pulled Dean’s head closer deepening their kiss as he shot his load.

When his cock and his hips had slowed down and stopped thrusting up into nothingness, he opened his eyes to see Dean staring down into his face looking immensely pleased with himself.

Sam was completely sated, and maybe even a little embarrassed at the intensity of his orgasm and the look that Dean was giving him.

“What?” Sam asked shyly.

“Nothing. You are just beautiful. I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life than you and how hot that was just now with you coming all over the place without even being touched,” and as he said this, Dean slid his fingers through the come on Sammy’s chest and stomach. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, then slid down the bed so he could give his kitty a tongue bath and lick up every bit of Sammy’s come.

The fact that Dean was licking Sam’s come like a kitty, was not lost on either Dean or Sam, but it felt so good for both of them, that neither one of them actually mentioned it. Dean slid back up the bed and kissed Sammy so slow and sweet sharing the taste of Sammy’s orgasm as their tongues intertwined and slipped and slid around each other in what was a leisurely kiss, kind of like a really slow dance that was absolutely perfect.

After Sam’s amazing orgasm, Dean got up and turned off the lights and slid back into bed behind Sam pulling him close and bringing up the covers. Dean nuzzled the back of Sam’s neck and licked and kissed him while he kept his strong arm tightened across Sam’s stomach just in case his little brother thought of scooting away in his sleep.

Dean smiled to himself, because on the phone Sammy had begged Dean to come back to the room and fuck him in the ass. But Dean had successfully diverted Sam’s attention, so that the only butt-sex they would be having would be happening in the morning before he slid the plug inside of Sam for the drive.

~0~0~

Sam and Dean were in the car and had been driving for several hours. That morning Dean had done exactly what he had described on the phone to Sam, licking him open, making him beg, fucking him royally, then as soon as Dean’s cock slid out of Sammy’s ass, he slid the plug inside to hold all of Dean’s come in Sammy’s ass.

They hadn’t actually decided not to talk about it, but they rode in the car, business as usual talking about research and the next possible case that they maybe looking into.

The plug in Sam’s ass was a little bit like the elephant in the room, it was definitely there, but nobody mentioned it. Not literally like an actual elephant, because Dean did use the smallest of the three plugs, but like that expression, ‘the elephant in the room.’

Dean pulled up to the motel office and left the car running with Sam waiting in the passenger seat.

They had been in the car the entire day and Sam had been aware of that plug in his ass holding his daddy’s come inside of him for every mile they drove. He was hard and excited, because when they got into the room, he would do exactly as Dean had described the first night when Dean was fucking him in the ass. But the reality was even better, because they would be using his daddy’s cream to lube the way. That was a new twist that Dean hadn’t told him about till they were on the phone yesterday.

Sam could hardly sit still for being so fucking turned on. He pressed his hand down on the base of his cock hard, because he didn’t want to come until Dean was balls deep in his ass and fucking him hard.

Dean hadn’t fucked him when he had come back to the room after the phone call. But Sam was definitely not complaining. Getting down on his knees and deep throating Dean was one of his favorite things, ever. Then later after they were kissing and cuddling and Dean was talking dirty to him and calling him names, and Sammy had shot his load all over the place without either one of them touching his cock. Jesus, but that was good.

Now, Sam was so hard imagining how turned on Dean would be when he came into the room from getting the last couple of things out of the car only to find Sam completely naked on the bed on all fours just waiting for his daddy to slide the plug out and fuck him.

Goddamn, but the thought of all of that and how hot Dean was and how much Sam loved being his daddy’s bitch was more intense than anything that had ever come before for Sam. This whole phone call scenario with the dirty talking and then the actual sucking and fucking and cuddling…there was nothing better. Nothing.

Dean had stood at the desk checking in and answering questions from the clerk and filling out the registration card and handing over a credit card issued to a Mr. Plant, but he was doing that all on autopilot.

Dean was thinking of how much he had come to enjoy the game that he and Sammy were playing and how much he liked telling his boy how much he loved him being his bitch then describing and actually doing all those things to him was just amazing.

When this had all started, he knew that Sam had staged it as a way of keeping Dean happy and to take his mind off of the axe that was waiting to fall if they couldn’t figure a way out of the deal, but it had turned into so much more.

Sam was just downright nasty. Sam loved sex, loved Dean, loved being Dean’s bitch and wanted it all the time, any time that Dean was ready, his insatiable little bitch was there with his mouth, his hands, his ass, just always wanting more. And, by God, Dean would do everything in his power to keep his kitty happy and purring. Because this, what they had now, was the most incredible thing that Dean had ever felt. He felt more alive with Sammy, sharing the words and the experiences than he ever had before.

And it was this feeling that made him care more in the last week or two that made him want to live and do everything in his power to get out of the deal without giving up, without leaving Sammy behind, alone to fight or die by him self.

Dean took the keys from the clerk, got back in the car and drove over to the room. They had gotten most of the stuff from the car and Dean told Sam he had one more thing to get and he was also going to walk down to the vending machines to get them a couple of sodas. Dean knew Sam needed a few minutes alone and didn’t want to make Sam feel uncomfortable or have to ask.

Sam took the opportunity that Dean had given him and prepared. He hoped he was doing it exactly the way that Dean had intended. He was sure that he was, he just hoped that Dean wouldn’t be disappointed. Sam so wanted to please his daddy that he was almost holding his breath waiting for Dean to come back into the room.

Dean came back into the room, and just like the night that he had come in to a different room and seen Sammy standing before him in the pink panties, seeing his kitty completely naked, on the bed on all fours waiting for him, almost took his breath away. Dean didn’t think that he could love Sam any more deeply than he did. But the absolute surrender and trust that Sam had shown him with the panties, and now, exposing himself so completely to Dean was the most incredible gift in the world. He didn’t know that he deserved it, but he wouldn’t give this gift back. He would work every minute of every day to earn it…to deserve his Sammy…

Dean quietly closed the door and stripped off his boots and his clothes and even though he had told Sammy the only lube that he would need was his daddy’s cream, Dean brought a tube of lube with him over to the bed.

Dean stopped next to the bed and just looked at Sam displayed before him, and all he could say at that moment was, “beautiful.”

That was enough, the perfect thing for his daddy to say to him. Sam smiled and turned his head and looked at Dean. “Thank you. It is all for you, daddy…all for you…”

Dean climbed up on the bed and got behind Sam. Before grabbing the plug and pulling it out, he lubed up his cock and got it ready, but he ran his hands all over Sammy first. Ever so lightly, just feeling his boy and how much trust he had placed in Dean was awe-inspiring.

Dean came up closer to where Sam’s head was and leaned down and gave him a kiss, then got into position behind Sam. “You ready, kitty? I’m gonna take the plug out of your ass now, and I’m going to wait till I seem my cream start to dribble out of your hole. Okay? Then I’m going to rub my cock in my cream and all over your hole then I’m going to slide all the way in you in one long stroke so that I can fuck your ass so good. You ready? Please say ‘yes’ because I am so fucking turned on right now with you on your knees with that plug in your ass holding my come inside of you since this morning. Fuck, kitty…that has to be the hottest thing that I can imagine. Can I?”

Sam kneeled in front of his brother on the bed, and after his brother told him he was beautiful, he couldn’t help beaming with pride, telling him that it was all for him. Then the reverence of Dean’s hands all over his body before he asked if he could take the plug out and slide his dick inside of him. He couldn’t believe that Dean asked him…

“Please, daddy…been thinking about it all day. Want you to pull that plug out and slide your cock through the cream and then up inside of me and fuck me, please daddy? Wanna show you that I’m your bitch and having you fuck my ass…god please…just yes…I’m ready for you…been ready all day…want your cock in my ass…please?” Sam was begging for it and he didn’t care if that made him a little cockslut, the though of having his daddy do those things to him was making him crazy.

That was all the invitation that Dean needed. He gripped Sam’s hip with one hand and grabbed onto the base of the plug and pulled steadily until the fat part of the plug stretched Sam’s tight ring of muscle and Dean could actually hear the sound of the suction easing off and then the plug was free and Dean spread Sammy’s cheeks, and waited and holy fucking Christ, his come from this morning started to dribble out of Sammy’s ass…how fucking depraved was that? Dean didn’t even care…at this point he was insane with lust and wanting to slide his cock around in his own come and then slide into Sammy and fuck him into next week.

“Sammy, so hot watching my cream dripping out of your ass…fuck kitty…you are so fucking hot…feel that, baby? That’s my cock sliding in my own come across your open hole. Holy fuck…I’m gonna fuck you so good…you are such a little cockwhore with my plug in your ass all day holding my come inside of you. I had no idea you were such an ass-slut, but Jesus Christ, kitty you are so hot…” And Dean slid inside of Sam and bent over at the waist with one hand on Sam’s hip and the other on Sam’s shoulder while he did exactly what he had told Sammy he would do. He fucked his little bitch right into the mattress.

Sam couldn’t believe how hot this was, Dean holding onto him and fucking him like that and calling him names again. Jesus, was there something wrong with him that he loved it when Dean called him his little bitch? He didn’t care…this was wrong on so many levels…and he didn’t even care…as long as Dean kept fucking him like this and touching him and talking dirty to him while he was coming undone…he didn’t care.

Sam wanted it all and Dean didn’t disappoint. Dean fucked his kitty so good but pulled out before he came. Sam whimpered and pushed back…”What? More…Dean? Daddy?”

“It’s okay, baby…just want to see you that’s all. Want you to ride me so I can touch you and watch you, see your face…was so beautiful last night when you came all over yourself…just want to watch,” Dean told Sam as he shifted underneath him and put his head on the pillow and then manhandled Sam so that he was straddling him with his dripping hole right over his cock. “Come on, baby…fuck yourself on me…slide down on my cock and let me watch you…”

They hadn’t done it like this yet. It was new and it was amazing and hot and allowed them to look at each other while Sam rode Dean’s cock. He held Dean’s gaze and smiled down into his face as he slowly rotated his hips as he slid up and down Dean’s hard shaft. Dean had one hand on Sam’s hip and one on Sam’s cock and had grabbed the lube to make his hand slip and slide over Sam’s cock so smoothly.

“Dean…so good Daddy…I had no idea…god, this is incredible riding your cock like this…fuck…Dean you are beautiful…I have never seen anything as beautiful as you…and you letting me ride you like this…unbelievable…god, I love being your bitch…you always make it so good for me…love this…love you…”

Uh oh. That was the first time either of them had said, ‘I love you,’ during sex, but truth be told it had never been just sex. It was always, had always been making love right from the beginning.

Sam looked at Dean after he said it, and was reassured because Dean didn’t freak out at all. In fact, the look on his face was one of acknowledgement. It was love…and they were brothers…and so what?

Sam loved his daddy and proceeded to ride him while Dean jacked his cock until they were both coming together. Dean telling Sammy how beautiful he was, how good it felt having his kitty ride his cock, how much he loved having Sammy be his little bitch, and how hot it was just being with his kitty.

After Dean and Sam both came, Dean pulled Sam down toward his mouth, “Kiss me, baby…love you…god, I love you…come here.”

Sam kissed Dean as he ran his hands all over his brother’s stomach rubbing his come into his chest until it was all absorbed and still they kissed and nibbled on each other’s lips and mouths playing and dancing and loving.

“How can it get so much better every time? I had no idea,” said Dean looking up into Sam’s face.

“Me either,” Sam said agreeing with Dean, and then adding, “You are amazing.”

Dean was a little embarrassed by Sam saying that he was amazing but joked back to Sam, “Not me kitty. You are the one who is amazing. In fact, you are one nasty little bitch.”


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