Hello Kitty - Cat Nipp; Dean/Sam; NC-17

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Title: Hello Kitty - Cat Nipp

Author:  softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17

Category: PWP

Words:  9413

Spoilers: Post Season 2 and During Season 3

Notes/Warnings: NC-17; Wincest

This chapter: Nipple Play - Bondage - Knife Play

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.

Author's Note: It isn’t necessary to read the other seven 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 Post   there are links to each subsequent part at the bottom of each part.


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.

Excerpt from Hello Kitty - A Suit and A Tie, Oh My

“Just beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky to deserve you?” Dean asked Sam in complete and total awe.

“Just lucky, I guess, daddy,” replied Sam blushing at the compliment that Dean had paid him.

“Fuck, Sam. That was something else.”

“Yeah, it totally was,” returned Sam with a shy smile.

Dean looked at his watch and they had less than five minutes to get themselves put back together and get their stuff and leave the library.

“God, we don’t have much time,” said Dean as he dug in his pocket for the key to the handcuffs. But before sliding out of Sam and uncuffing him, he reached for Sam’s face with one hand grabbing his jaw and kissing him one last time. “This was a great idea, kitty.”

“Daddy, you are amazing…”

Hello Kitty - Cat Nipp

Sam fished his phone out of his pocket and said, “Hello.”

“Kitty, it’s me, daddy.”

Sam’s stomach flipped a little every time that he heard Dean use his ‘daddy’ voice and call him, Kitty.

“Hey daddy, what’s up?”

“Just thinking about you, baby, and how hot you are.  I got all turned on and I needed to hear your voice,” said Dean into the phone. It really was true. He was thinking stuff about his Sammy and his cock was as hard as a rock in his pants and he just wanted to hear his Kitty’s voice.

Sammy knew what his daddy needed. He whipped out his Mystery Caller voice, the one that he used with Dean before the realization hit Dean that Sam had made that obscene telephone call to him. Sam said, “Daddy, I’ve been thinking about you too. When I think about the things that you do to me and say to me, I get so hard and I want you here with me and your hands on me…so good, daddy, when you fuck me and let me suck your cock…”

Dean smiled as he listened to Sammy on the other end of the phone. His kitty was always ready to play and he was insatiable when they were together.  “Baby, I love it when you talk like that. I had an idea, thought I’d run it by you. What do you think, Kitty?”

“I love your ideas, daddy. You have the best ideas. That last one you had, Detective Morrison, that was so fucking hot…Jesus, I feel like I’m gonna come just thinking about it,” Sam admitted to Dean into the phone.

“Really? I was hoping that you would say that. Because my idea kind of takes the Detective Morrison thing a step or two further, and I wasn’t sure if you’d be up for it. I figured that I better ask.”

Sam audibly swallowed, knowing that Dean probably heard that on his end of the phone. ‘A step or two further?’ Sam had no idea what Dean could possibly be thinking, because having sex handcuffed in public and having to be extremely quiet, all while Dean was impersonating Detective Morrison, was pretty far out there to begin with. What constituted a ‘step or two further’ in Dean’s mind?

Dean loved it when he could get Sammy squirming and asking what he had in mind. Loved it, because as soon as his Kitty asked, Dean knew he had him and all he had to do was reel him in real slow, and before you knew it, Sam was so ready for anything that his daddy had in mind.

“Well, it’s like this, baby…when Detective Morrison slapped those handcuffs on you I think you kind of liked it. In fact,” Dean continued slowly, “I have the feeling that you really got off on the fact that you were restrained more than the fact that we were in public, and that I was wearing a suit while I was fucking you while you wore the Detective’s handcuffs. So, I was thinking that maybe one day you’d let me tie you up and do whatever I want with you…,” Dean paused here for effect, “and we could even agree on a safe word for you, just in case. Would you like that Kitty? Have your daddy tie you up, take total control and make you feel so fucking good?”

Oh, hell. Dean did not just say that. Did he? God! Sam had been fantasizing for the last few days about how turned on he got when those handcuffs had been put on him putting him completely at Detective Morrison’s mercy. The fact that it was Dean role-playing that he was Detective Morrison was the icing on the cake.

“You wanna tie me up and make me give you a safe word?” stammered Sam.

“Yeah, Kitty…I do. I don’t think you’ll need the word, because I don’t plan on doing anything to you that won’t make you purr, baby…but I understand that if you start doing stuff like tying up your partner that it is important that they know that they can stop it at any time, just by using their word,” explained Dean. “So the word is for you, like your safety net. That way you can fight a little and struggle in your bindings as part of the game, but if you really want me to stop all you have to do is use your word.”

Sam listened to his brother explain the bondage protocol about the use of safe words and was actually okay with all of that. He trusted Dean and couldn’t imagine his daddy doing anything that would hurt him, but he appreciated that it was important for Dean to do it right and to take pains to know that Sam would have no concerns if they went ahead and did this, where Sam actually let Dean tie him up and take complete control of the situation and his body.

“Okay, daddy. I want that too, because you are right, what that did to me just being in handcuffs was amazing, but since we were in the library, I couldn’t really let go. Doing it at the motel makes so much more sense and I do trust you and that you wouldn’t hurt me…just want to make me feel good…please daddy, will you tie me up like you said? That sounds so nasty. Let me be your bitch and I’ll show you what a good kitty I am?”

Dean smiled. His Kitty was reeled in and ready to play. “I love you, baby. I’ll be back in a little while, but I don’t have any rope or anything. We’ll have to play another time. I just wanted to be sure you were okay with it. Don’t worry, we’ll play at something else, I’ll take care of you. I always do, don’t I? And, Kitty, why don’t you think about a safe word, so that when we are ready to tie you up and have a little fun, you’ll be ready.”  Dean said and then hung up the phone, planning on how he could make this really good for his baby brother.

Part of making it good for Sammy was going to be to let it roll around in his Kitty’s head for a while and get Sam tied up when he least expected it. He needed his baby boy to be on pins and needles in anticipation before they actually did the deed.

Dean had lied to Sam. He had already bought the rope, and everything else they were going to need. Now, all Dean needed was to wait for the timing to be perfect, and then make his move. Dean smiled thinking of how hot Sammy was when he had handcuffed him and how much fun they could have when Dean did tie his Kitty up to the bed and had his way with him.

~0~0~A couple of days later…~0~0~

Knowing that Dean was on the way back to the motel they were staying in that night, and since he thought they were going to go and get some dinner  Sam decided to take a quick shower. As he often did lately, Sam let his mind wander over some of the really weird and kinky things he and Dean had been doing during their down time lately.

God he loved his big brother. Ever since they had been doing the phone sex as foreplay, it had gotten better each and every time. Experimenting with new things was always a fantastic experience because as Sam and Dean were finding out, they complimented each other perfectly, and they loved each other so deeply and had a lifetime of trust, they were able to let go completely in the moment without any concern of being embarrassed or being pushed beyond their limits.

One of the things that Sammy loved the most was how Dean seemed to know just what he needed and how hard to push him, and even though their roles were very defined. Dean was the daddy and Sam was the kitty, meaning that Sam didn’t top, didn’t even ask if he could.  Dean let him top a little from the bottom sometimes and suggest exciting things for them to do together and Dean was always receptive to his little brother’s needs.

It seemed that as much as Sam lived to be Dean’s bitch, Dean really had taken to the role of being the best daddy a kitty could ever have. Sam couldn’t believe how lucky he was and was so glad that he had made that first phone call a few weeks ago to help get his brother to relax.

Even with what they had hanging over their heads, this time they spent together was completely precious to Sam. But, Sam also had faith and truly believed that somehow, together, they would figure a way out of the deal.

Sam was contemplating all of this while he was looking through his bag trying to figure out what to put on. He was standing in the room, still damp from his shower in a towel with wet hair when he heard Dean’s key in the door.

Turning to the door with a smile on his face, he watched Dean come in carrying a bag. “Daddy, you’re home.”

Dean had to smile from ear to ear when he heard how Sammy had addressed him. He loved being the big brother, but when they got into this thing that they did, he loved being the ‘daddy’ even more, especially since Sam was the perfect ‘kitty’.

Dean walked toward Sam and set the bag down on the bed and put his arms around him, and said, “Yes, Kitty. Daddy’s here. You ready to play? Other than the towel, I think you are wearing exactly what I wanted you to be wearing, which is nothing.”

“Okay,” said Sam.

Dean leaned toward Sam and licked his neck and kissed him quickly then said, “Baby, why don’t you relax for a few minutes, I’m going into the bathroom to take a quick shower too. When I come out you can be laying in the middle of the bed, on the sheets waiting for me, okay?” Dean instructed Sam as he started toward the bathroom. “Oh, and Kitty? I’ll need your word when I come back, okay?”

Sam watched Dean take off his jacket and drop it on a chair as he went into the bathroom.

‘Jesus,’ thought Sam, Dean meant to tie him up when he got out of the shower. Just like that, that amount of warning. Sure, he’d asked Sam a few days ago if he would go for it, and Sam had been thinking about it ever since, but he had no idea that Dean would be ready to do that so soon. He’d thought Dean was going to come back and pick him up to go and get dinner.

That was nice. He’d have a couple of minutes to get situated and ready for whatever Dean had in mind. First, Sam moved the bag that Dean had set on the bed to the table and then he turned down the bed so that he’d be lying on crisp white sheets and fluffed the pillows up near the headboard. As usual, they were staying in an older motel, and the headboard here was a heavy iron which had several places that Dean could use to tie him up. Even if he struggled against whatever Dean brought to restrain him, Sam was fairly certain that if the bonds didn’t break, there was no way that he’d get loose. That iron looked like it would still be just as solid a hundred years from now.

Sam noticed all of this, but not with any concern, just making observations. He completely trusted Dean and other than the handcuffs in the library this would be a first for them, Sam smiled. He liked exploring the boundaries of their physical relationship. See where Dean would take him.

Sam took a drink of water from the bottle on the bedside table, and hearing the water shut off in the shower, decided that he should get on the bed so that he would be in position when Dean came back in the room.

A few minutes later, Dean came into the room wearing his jeans with the button open at the top, and nothing else. There were still a few drops of water on his golden, freckled skin and his hair was damp.

He took in the sight before him and for what must have been the millionth time thanked the powers that be that Sammy was there with him like this. One hundred percent, nothing held back, completely trusting in his big brother to take care of him. The man lay on the bed just as he had been instructed with his hands folded on his stomach, just watching Dean as he approached the bed. Sammy even had a shy smile on his face, which was almost angelic, but Dean knew better. His Kitty, was one nasty little bitch who loved being taken in hand, and Dean had just the plan for his baby tonight.

“Kitty, you look so innocent laying there like that, but don’t think you’re fooling me. Baby, you are so far from innocent and I think that you are really going to like what I have planned. But, baby, before we get started I need your word,” Dean said as he sat next to Sam on the bed and rested one hand atop Sam’s folded hands.

“Pie,” said Sam with a huge grin on his face that showed his dimples to perfection.

Dean had to laugh out loud when he heard Sam say ‘pie.’    “Sam…that, right there, that is why I love you so much.”

“I love you too, daddy. I picked pie because I knew I would remember it. I have sat across from you in a million diners and seen you eat a million pieces of pie. I know that is a word that I will never forget. So, if I say ‘pie’, you stop? Right?” Sam asked for clarification.

“That’s right Sam. If you tell me ‘no’, I won’t stop, ’cause I’ll think you’re playing. If you beg me over and over to stop, I won’t. You understand?” asked Dean looking into Sammy’s eyes. “I won’t stop until we are done or you safe-word me, got it?”

“Yeah, I got it. I can beg and plead all day long and tell you to stop, but unless I say, ‘pie’, you won’t. No problem. I’m good with that. Thanks for making sure that I understood completely before you tie me up.”

Dean smiled into Sam’s face, “That’s another reason that I love you - you are always so willing to trust me and put yourself completely in my hands. I’ll do my best to make you feel good, Kitty.”

“Dean, I have trusted you my whole life. You’ve never hurt me before and you’ve always protected me. I want you to tie me up. When you put those handcuffs on me as Detective Morrison in the library, it was amazing. I want you to restrain me and take charge again. I loved it and have been thinking about it ever since,” Sam admitted to Dean.

Leaning down and giving Sam a lingering kiss, Dean said, “Close your eyes for me for a few minutes, Kitty. I want to get everything set up, but I don’t want you to see yet. Can you do that? Or do you want me to blindfold you?”

“I can do that. No blindfold, please…I can close my eyes until you tell me to open them.”

Watching Sam close his eyes, Dean stood up to make preparations. He dragged a table over near the head of the bed on the opposite side of the bedside table, so that even if Sam turned his head he wouldn’t see what was on there. He took each item that he had brought out of the bag one by one and set them on the table. He went into the bathroom and got towels and grabbed the ice-bucket too.

He didn’t fill the ice bucket yet. He also set that on the table. He wanted to get Sammy tied up before he went to get the ice. He had the feeling that Sam being tied up and then left on his own while Dean took a few minutes to get the ice, would have his kitty squirming in anticipation.

That was exactly what Dean wanted, too, his Sammy squirming in anticipation and needing his daddy to come back and take care of him.

And there was one more very important item that Dean needed before he let Sam open his eyes. Dean went over to his bag and wrapped his hand around the last item, pulling it from the bag. It was shiny and perfect. He was most excited about using it with Sam and hoped his Kitty would love it too.

Dean set that last item on the table and grabbed the rope that he had bought from the adult store at the edge of town. Dean had never tied up anyone or anything that wasn’t possessed by a demon before, but he was pretty sure that he would want special rope that wouldn’t end up hurting Sam when he tied him up.

He was right. The store had several types of rope to choose from and the one that he got was supposedly very soft, like silk, yet very strong at the same time. Dean had even flipped through a book while he was at the store and got an idea of basic knots for restraining one person to a bed, hands together overhead and the feet splayed open and attached to the feet of the bed. It looked simple enough, so Dean didn’t bother buying the book. He actually had a very good memory and had excellent skills that involved his hands. Tying a rope should be a piece of cake.

Dean looked over at Sam still lying on the bed with his eyes closed, hands folded on his stomach. He was ready.

Sam had been listening to Dean moving around the room. Finally Dean stopped and it had sounded like he was right near the bed. Sam waited with his eyes closed, not really even tempted to open them until his daddy told him it was okay. His nerve endings were firing off a little more than they had been before he was told to close his eyes, but he also was experiencing a tremendous amount of calm, knowing that his daddy was in control and all he had to do was go with whatever his big brother had in mind.

“Kitty, you can open your eyes now,” said Dean standing over the bed with the rope in his hand.

Sam opened his eyes and saw Dean standing there.

“What do you want me to do, daddy?”

“Just lay there while I tie you up. You tell me if it’s too tight, okay? I’m going to tie your arms together above your head and then I am going to tie your ankles to the bottom of the bed with your legs open.   Go ahead and raise your arms above your head.  Wiggle around a little bit and get comfortable, you may be there a while.”

Sam did as he was told, and in no time Dean had secured his hands above his head.  He was remarkably comfortable.

“Okay, now your feet. Spread your legs and get comfy,” Dean told Sam.

And before he knew it, Sam was completely bound to the bed and at Dean’s mercy.

“Wow, daddy…where’d you learn to do that? You weren’t a Boy Scout when I wasn’t looking were you? I think that I would have remembered that,” Sam said with a smile on his face.

“I looked at a book when I bought the rope. Seemed easy enough. See if you can get loose,” Dean instructed.

Sam struggled a little against the rope, and as he suspected he wasn’t getting out of this till his daddy let him go. “No. I think I’m here for the duration.”

“Good. Now you remember your word, right? I’m going to leave you here for a few minutes, okay? I am just going down to the ice machine to fill up the ice bucket. I shouldn’t be gone long. Don’t worry.  I won’t leave you here tied up to the bed for the maid to find you in the morning. Although, you do make a beautiful sight laid out like that. But, you were right the other day. I don’t like to share. Nobody sees you like this except me, because you are my bitch. No one else’s. I’ll be right back,” finished Dean as he picked up the ice-bucket and headed for the door.

Sam lay there on the bed, all tied up. Dean was leaving? Oh great! Remind him to thank Dean for that nice little touch when he wasn’t tied up anymore.  Seriously, a great way to mind-fuck a guy, tie him up for the first time ever and leave the room. Perfect. He knew Dean would be back so he just concentrated on not freaking out. But as he lay there he realized he wasn’t freaking out at all, he was getting really fucking turned on and his cock, which had gotten hard during the whole getting tied up part, was now leaking on his rock hard abs.

Sam sure hoped Dean hurried up. He had no idea what his daddy had in mind, but he hadn’t been disappointed yet. He just hoped he did everything just right so his daddy would be proud of him.

Just like Dean had said, a few minutes later, he came back to the room. As he came in the door, seeing Sam stretched out completely naked with his hard cock leaking on his stomach, made him as hard as a fucking rock. Jesus fucking Christ…his Kitty was so fucking hot and his. Just his. Completely and totally his.

Dean didn’t think he could love Sam any more than he did, but he was constantly amazed. He was ready to see how good he could make this for Sam and moved toward the bed, setting the bucket of ice on the table as he passed.

“Kitty, you are beautiful,” said Dean as he took off his pants and shoes. Completely naked climbed onto the bed straddling Sam’s hips, their cocks rubbing together. Dean leaned down and started kissing his baby boy, licking and teasing his mouth with his tongue and his lips. They’d just gotten started and Sam was already pulling on the ropes a little as though he wanted to wrap his arms and hands around Dean and pull him in closer for the kiss.

Dean pulled back with a smile and used his thumb to rub across his shiny lower lip. He climbed off Sam and asked, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” replied Sam.

Dean walked over to the table and came back with his huge hunting knife holding it up to the light, and then looked back down at Sam. “Good.”

Sam swallowed, his eyes following the knife in Dean’s hand.

Dean grabbed a warm damp cloth from the table and laid it on Sam’s chest. “I am going to use this knife to shave the hairs off of your chest, so don’t move around - I don’t want to cut you. You’ll understand why I’m shaving you in a little bit. I think you’ll be happy to be nice and smooth.”

Sam looked at Dean, the warm, wet towel on his chest and the shiny knife and took a deep breath and willed himself to being as still as possible.

Dean pulled the corner of the towel away from Sam’s chest exposing a small section and brought the knife up slowly, showing it to Sam, and then with intense concentration, started scraping lightly across Sam’s chest and around his left nipple with the extremely sharp knife shaving every single hair off of it.

Dean wiped the knife on the damp towel and looked at his handiwork and smiled. “So smooth. Love you like that. Now the other side,” he said as he pulled back the towel from the other side of Sam’s chest.

Dean repeated the process a few more times until Sam’s chest was completely free of hair. Dean wiped off his knife one last time and set it on the table and threw the towel on the floor.

Sam couldn’t believe how hot that was when Dean shaved him with his huge hunting knife. Dean took excellent care of his weapons and that knife was probably sharper than ninety nine percent of all blades, anywhere. The fact that his brother was using it to shave his chest and so close to his nipples was turning Sam on completely. He had to be so careful not to move and not to distract Dean. His cock was weeping copiously at this point, but Dean was paying total attention to the task at hand.

Sam continued breathing in very shallow breaths and stayed perfectly still, until the last scrape of the knife across his chest and nipple area, and Dean wiped his knife clean and got off the bed.

“Damn, daddy. That was intense.”

Dean could only agree as he came back to the bed and as he ran his hands slowly over the newly shaved and sensitive skin. “It sure was. How’s this feel, all smooth like this? It looks fucking nasty, baby. God, you have no idea.”

Before Sam could answer, Dean leaned in with his mouth and let his tongue lick and tickle the pebbled nipples on Sam’s now bare chest.

Sam arched his back into the touch of Dean’s tongue and moaned out loud. “Feels so good, daddy.”

Dean knew how much Sam liked having his nipples played with from the other times they had been together. That, together with the restraining of his younger brother, was his inspiration for the evening.

“I know you do, Kitty. Gonna play with your nipples, get you ready to come again and again, see how much you can take tied up like that. That’s why I bound your hands together instead of spread apart, imagined you arching up into my touch more with your hands together above your head,” Dean explained a little of his plan to Sam as he continued stroking Sam’s very sensitive and newly shaved chest.

Sam was already squirming, “Oh, God…seriously…fuck, Dean…Daddy? So hot…” he trailed off just imagining what Dean could have in mind.

Dean continued touching Sam’s chest lightly trailing his fingers over the smooth skin, paying special attention every time he got to his nipples. Dean made sure at this point not to touch them. He wanted his Kitty to be beside himself with need by the time that his daddy was ready to take it to the next level.

Dean actually used his short fingernails while passing over each of Sam’s pecs with both of his hands open and shaped like claws. He touched the skin and dragged his fingers up and in toward the nipples, breaking contact just before he actually touched them.

He was amazed at how hard they were getting without even being touched. “Fuck, Kitty…you like that? God, your nipples are as hard as little pebbles and I’ve barely even touched them yet. God damn, they are responsive. Wonder how they’ll like the rest of the program.”

“Feels so good…daddy…please…touch them…feels so good…” Sam begged his brother as he arched up into the touch and lifted his hips off the bed as though there was a tangible connection between his cock and his nipples.

Dean smiled and kept up the teasing. “So hot, baby, the way you beg. Love when you beg.  When you know you’re my bitch. Fuck, Kitty…you are so fucking hot. This is gonna be awesome.”

Sam was pulling at his restraints, every corded muscle in his arms; his shoulders and his neck were on display to his daddy who kept teasing him. “Please, daddy…come on…please. You know I’m your bitch, but I’ll beg if that’s what you want.”

Dean smiled at Sam and then took his hands away altogether.

Sam made a sound in his throat at the loss of contact. All he could think lying there helpless was that it wasn’t fair. God, all he wanted was just a little contact, a tweak or two, just to take the edge off. For god-sake, was that too much to ask? Well, apparently it was, but he did get the next best thing…his daddy leaned up and started licking him. His neck and his arms and shoulders, then his mouth.   Dean kissed him, opening his mouth with his persistent tongue, and Sam groaned into his brother’s mouth, he was so wrapped up in the sensation of being tied up and being toyed with that way.

“Fuck baby, you are so hot all tied up like that. You should see how hot you look straining against those ropes. Still want me to play with your nipples some more?”

Sam decided he wasn’t too proud to beg. He may be tied up and helpless, but if begging made Dean touch them, then begging he would do. “Daddy, fuck…please. You are driving me insane. Want you to touch them, please…just a little kiss, a pinch, a touch, something…please you know I’m your bitch, you know I’ll do anything you tell me to do, but please do something, anything…gotta have it…” Sam finished, almost whimpering.

Dean heard the magic words from Sam. He smiled at his Kitty, then and said, “Perfect. Do something? Anything? You sure about that, Kitty?”

‘Uh oh,’ Sam thought. That meant Dean had something planned. But all he could say was, “Yes, daddy…anything…”

Dean smiled again and got off the bed and walked over to the table. Sam hadn’t been able to see what Dean had on the table because of his position tied to the bed.

But Dean had a white paraffin candle on the table and the bucket full of ice. Picking up the candle and a lighter, Dean turned back to Sam and showing him what he was holding used the lighter to light the candle.

Sam drew a deep breath. ‘Oh, fuck! Jesus!’  There was only one thing that Dean could be intending to do with that candle.  This was gonna hurt. He looked at Dean and waited.

“It’s up to you, Kitty. I have fire and I have ice. I thought that if you wanted, I’d drip a few drops of the wax on your stomach and see if you can handle it. If you tolerate it okay and you want me to move up higher, I can drip a few drops on your chest, and if that works for you, then we’ll drop a few drops on your nipples. If you want me to stop, you can just say, ‘pie’.”

Sam’s eyes grew wide in his face. He subconsciously started to pull a little on the bindings holding his hands above his head. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this one he agreed unless he said, ‘pie’. This was his chance to tell Dean ‘no’ and Dean would do something else besides the wax and the ice.

Sam really didn’t want to disappoint his daddy and he had gone to so much trouble to set it all up. Sam did have a high pain threshold, their years of training and various injuries made sure of that. He was scared, he could admit that to himself, but he didn’t want to let on to Dean.

Dean stood next to the bed looking down at Sam. He was reading the expressions on his brother’s face and the body language, noticed the nipples were even harder than they had been, but his previously erect penis had started to shrivel down due to apprehension of what may be happening here in just moments.

Looking up at Dean, Sam saw the uncertainty in his brother’s eyes and given all of the plans and preparations that he had made, felt like he wanted to try it. The worst that could happen was that it would hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, he’d say ‘pie’ and Dean would untie him and they’d have a laugh about it.

“Okay.”

Leaning down close to Sam’s face, Dean looked at him closely and asked, “Are you sure, Kitty? Don’t want to hurt you, just thought that the way you like your nipples played with this might be fun.”

Sam looked his daddy in the eye and said, “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve heard of this, never actually thought it was anything that I’d do, but had never ruled it out either. I remember my word, and you have ice, too, right?”

Smiling at Sam in absolute wonder at his willingness to try anything that Dean suggested and with the absolute faith that his brother would never intentionally hurt him filled Dean’s heart with so much love that it was in danger of overflowing.

“Yeah, baby. I have ice, and I have my knife right here. Okay? If it’s too hot, tell me, I’ll ice it up real quick then peel it off with the knife. But I read up on it a little, about testing it on my arm first, like I was testing a baby bottle, then starting on your stomach and moving up in steps so you get used to it, using ice to cool you off and blowing on the hot wax to help it cool faster. Alternating between the ice and the wax. But if we let the wax build up a little bit of a layer, if you can handle that, then the wax that comes after won’t feel so hot. So if you can stand it, its better if we leave it on, and keep layering it instead of peeling it off in between. Okay?”

Impressed with how much research that Dean had done to insure his comfort, all he could do was nod his head and say, “Okay.”

Smiling at Sam, Dean grabbed the lube and climbed up on the bed so that he had access between Sammy’s legs with his right hand. “Good, but I think we’ll take your mind off it a little first, what do you say?” As he coated his fingers with lube and brought them to Sam’s exposed hole and immediately started teasing his Kitty open.