Claiming Sammy Chapter 5/15 - Bending
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After that, Lucifer started regularly chaining Sam down to suck his cock. Usually he'd start the session in the bedroom. But sometimes he'd begin by torturing Sam, change his mind and switch over to the bedroom, healing Sam of any injury before touching him. Sam fought like hell every time. He even managed to kill Lucifer once, snapping his neck and then beating him into the floor, but it didn't matter. Lucifer just chained Sam in place with his power and healed his own body before pressing on, as if Sam's struggles and protests didn't happen at all. Penetration might be a choice, but this wasn't.
Lucifer didn't punish him for fighting in the bedroom, although outside of it, any protest was met with torture so severe Sam quickly stopped trying. Instead, Sam poured out all his rage when he was in the bedroom and soon started looking forward to the sight of it since it was the one place he could fight, even though he hated what Lucifer did to him afterwards.
Sometimes Sam woke in the bedroom completely bound, was helpless to do anything but curse. Other times, Sam would be left free and he'd fight until Lucifer pinned him. When Lucifer had finished sucking him off, Lucifer would leave the bedroom, the bonds he used to control Sam disappearing with him. That part Sam loved. There wasn't anything to do in the bedroom. The fireplace was charmed so Sam couldn't mess with the fire and, no matter how hard Sam tried, he couldn't break the furniture to use as a weapon. He was usually given about an hour to himself, so he curled up in the soft bed or sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire, losing himself in a happy fantasy. Sam made a new batch of fantasies with Dean in them for use in the bedroom after Lucifer had left. He counted out the time with his fingers so they'd end when the room shifted into the next torture session.
As the weeks (months?) wore on, Sam started to wonder what Lucifer got out of the arrangement. Lucifer remained fully dressed, didn't try to touch any other part of Sam’s body, and left immediately after Sam orgasmed. Sam never asked because he didn't want to know. Whatever Lucifer had planned, he knew he wouldn't like it. If this was Lucifer’s ploy to get Sam to say yes to penetration, it wasn’t working. At all. If anything, it made Sam hate Lucifer more, for forcing this on him.
Then one day, after he'd swallowed Sam's come, Lucifer lifted his head and said, “Would you like a book, Sam?”
He'd gotten so used to Lucifer leaving immediately that, for a moment, Sam just blinked at him in surprise. “A book?”
“Those things you like to read.” Lucifer smirked at him, looking very pleased with himself. Never a good sign.
Sam wasn't naive enough to assume that the book came without strings attached. “What do you want me to do?”
Lucifer waved his hand and the chains holding Sam vanished. Sam scooted to the far end of the bed.
Lucifer didn't move from his spot. “Stop fighting and accept the pleasure I'm offering you.”
Sam laughed. “You think I'm going to let you fuck me for a book?”
“Of course not.” Annoyance flickered through Lucifer’s blue eyes. “I know you aren't ready yet.”
“And won't ever be.”
Lucifer ignored him. “You deserve a bit of pleasure. I won't do anything to you I haven't already done. I promise.” He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “You only have to try it once. All you have to do is stop fighting and relax.”
The fact that Lucifer wanted it made Sam want to refuse on principle alone. However, Sam wasn't ready to play his hand just yet, so he said nothing as he considered it.
As if sensing his hesitation, Lucifer said, “I don't expect an answer now. Think about it.” He left, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts.
Sam thought about it. He thought about it through fifteen deaths and six blow jobs. During torture, he thought of the bedroom, especially when pain overwhelmed him and he would do almost anything to make it end. In the bedroom, he thought of killing Lucifer, of refusing anything he wanted simply because Lucifer wanted it. The only clear time he had to think was the hour or so after he came, when Lucifer wasn't around and he was by himself. There, the idea of days without Lucifer was pretty damn appealing. If he picked the right book, he could stretch out the time to a full week.
A week without torture for about fifteen minutes of letting Lucifer do something he would do no matter what?
In truth, he couldn't think of a good argument against it, other than Lucifer should never get what he wants. That was a pretty fucking compelling argument. When he saw Lucifer’s face while he was being tortured to death though, he knew that Lucifer was getting what he wanted either way. In the end, a week without torture was too hard to refuse, especially since he didn't have to actually do anything. Relax, Lucifer had said. He could do that. Well, maybe he couldn't. Lucifer's mouth on his cock made him want to punch him, but at least he could try.
After a particularly grueling torture session involving a poker and burning coals, Sam woke in the bedroom.
He met Lucifer's gaze and announced, “I want War and Peace. In English. I also want to read it first or no deal.”
He expected refusal. Instead, Lucifer conjured up the book and vanished.
Sam couldn't believe his luck. He grabbed the book and made himself comfortable on the bed. He read for days. When his eyes burned, he took the longest breaks he thought he could get away with before returning to the story. After he finished the book, Lucifer didn't appear for several hours, which Sam spent buried in the plush covers of the bed, dreaming of a hunt with Dean.
Lucifer announced his presence by pulling the covers off of Sam. “What did you think?”
“Not my favorite,” admitted Sam. He didn't want to talk to Lucifer about the book. Normally he liked talking about what he read because it was one of Sam's most favorable alternatives to torture. Not now. His stomach felt like lead and his heart thumped hard in his chest. It was hard not to imagine Lucifer using this as a way to hurt or humiliate him. He was tempted to refuse Lucifer. But if he broke the agreement, then Lucifer would have no reason to honor any of his promises.
Lucifer got the hint that Sam wasn't interested in conversation. He climbed on the bed and touched Sam's hip, gently nudging him to unfurl himself.
Reluctantly, Sam lay on his back. He closed his eyes and tried to will his nervous body to relax. He'd have better luck trying to catch a butterfly with tweezers.
Lucifer's fingers brushed against his cock and he tensed, that familiar mix of disgust and arousal creeping back into his stomach.
“Relax,” said Lucifer softly as he straddled Sam’s legs.
“I'm trying,” Sam bit out. Wasn't it enough that he wasn't fighting?
Cold fingers closed around his cock and stroked in a languid slide. “How aroused are you on a scale of one to ten?”
“One.” He wanted to punch Lucifer in the face. Instead, Sam clenched his fists and focused on his cock.
“Let me know when the number changes.” Lucifer's mouth joined his hand, both working perfectly to fill his cock.
“Two.” As far as his cock was concerned, at least. Mentally, he was still at one. Sam tried to imagine it was Madison’s mouth and hand on his cock. It didn’t work. Lucifer’s hands were too cold. He made up a girl - some harmless supernatural creature with perky breasts and frigid skin. He wasn’t trapped in hell with Lucifer himself touching him. He was in a motel room with a supernatural girl he’d saved from a wendigo. They’d been flirting with each other so much during the hunt that Dean had bought a second motel room and pushed them both inside. With the fantasy at the front of his mind, he started to relax into the blowjob, accepting the pleasure of his body instead of hating what it represented.
For the first time in the cage, he felt good. Actually good. Not just without pain, but actually in a state of prolonged pleasure. He'd forgotten what it felt like. How it used to be. He dove into it, letting the girl steadily work him to orgasm.
Just when he was getting close, Lucifer lifted his head, his hand stilling around the base of Sam’s cock. “How close are you now?”
Sam opened his eyes. He’d forgotten about the numbers entirely. “I guess 8?” He thrust his hips as best he could with Lucifer’s weight on his legs, trying to get that hand to just fucking move already.
Instead, Lucifer released Sam’s cock. He brushed it just enough to remind him of the touch of his hand before journeying north. He explored Sam’s abdomen as if seeing it for the first time, instead of regularly ripping it apart. His fingers dipped into Sam's belly button one by one, his eyes tracing their path. To Sam’s surprise, the touch no longer bothered him, even outside the fantasy. He was so turned on, it felt good and he trusted Lucifer not to hurt him. At least not in this moment.
“Nick was my first human vessel.” Lucifer seemed to be trying to touch every inch of Sam's belly, his fingers lightly rising and falling as they slid around. “I've never needed to be human before. Taking a vessel is a strange experience for an angel. He never felt right. I had to spend so much energy to keep him from falling apart. Not you. You fit me like a glove.”
After he had investigated Sam's stomach, his fingers journeyed up. He flicked his thumb over one peaked nipple, sending little sparks of pleasure throughout Sam's body. Lucifer repeated the action on the other hard nub, a look of concentration on his face as if he were testing a light switch instead of Sam's body. Apparently satisfied with the reaction, he explored back down Sam's torso, his fingers splayed and dipping in and out of the slight curves of Sam's clenching muscles. “He's not like you. The demon blood made you stronger, but it was more than that, wasn't it?”
Never had Sam been so aware of the shape of the flesh, muscle and bone of his chest. Never had he noticed how his torso rose and fell with each breath, pressing into Lucifer's cold hands with each inhale.
“He didn't burn the way you do.” Lucifer scratched through Sam's pubic hair, avoiding Sam's full cock as he ran his fingers through the curls. “You feel like fire to me.”
Sam’s neglected cock twitched in protest but he really didn't mind. He'd forgotten how good the heat in his groin could feel; that burning energy that spread pleasure throughout his body.
Lucifer ran his fingertips lightly over Sam's thighs before he slid his fingers back up Sam's body, for another round of exploration. This time, he examined Sam’s hips, stopping to trace the grooves that ran from his hip bones to his groin. Sam had learned the name for the grooves, the iliac furrow, from his art history class at Stanford. Jess had liked them too, her eyes and fingers often straying there. But she had looked at him with soft love and admiration. Lucifer looked at him with a hungry fascination. No one had ever worshiped his body the way Lucifer seemed to and he couldn't help but wonder how Lucifer truly saw him. Was he just a toy or did Lucifer respect his body, if not him?
After so many years of Lucifer's fingers ripping him apart, it was strange to realize how much pleasure they could bring. Pleasure that was strumming through every part of his body. Lucifer's questing fingers slowly journeyed up, running across Sam's pectorals. He avoided Sam's nipples at first, running in slow circles around them. Then, the circles gradually tightened and Sam realized he was holding his breath. He forced himself to let it out and Lucifer seemed to take that as an invitation to tease the nubs, rolling them gently between his thumb and forefinger. The girls Sam had been with hadn't really played with his nipples and he'd never realized how sensitive they could be. Lucifer tested various ways of playing with them and they soon both discovered the little twist that made Sam's cock jerk.
“I saw every women he slept with. He didn’t fuck them the way you did.” Lucifer languidly slid the palm of his right hand over Sam’s cock again, his left still tracing Sam's chest. “He didn't have your power. Your dominance.”
Moaning, Sam thrust up into his hand. He didn't want this to end; he just wanted to stay here, in this rare moment of bliss, when nothing hurt, when all he could think about was his hard cock and the delightful tension curling from his head to his toes and pooling in his groin, filling it with heavy warmth.
“How close?” Lucifer pressed his thumb into the head of Sam’s cock and swirled it around the now slick, swollen tip.
“Still eight.” Sam hummed with pleasure as Lucifer’s hand resumed its slow slide over his cock, avoiding the sensitive frenulum as it slid down.
Lucifer stroked him enough to get him close again, then released him, both hands on Sam's chest once more, tracing his collarbone and exploring his shoulders. Sam reached down for his cock, but Lucifer caught his wrist. “Not yet,” he said, his voice soft but firm. He pressed both of Sam's wrists against the bed and heavy manacles wrapped around them, holding Sam tightly in place. It should've scared Sam, but it didn't. The look in Lucifer's eyes was lust, not cruelty. He knew he’d come.
Lucifer explored Sam's collarbone and neck, brushing his hair to the side. Sam turned his head, exposing more of his neck to Lucifer's fingers. With his cock so hard, every bit of his skin drank in the contact, even though Lucifer's fingers were as cold as ever.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Lucifer's hand headed back down to Sam's groin, but only lightly encircled his cock; enough to stimulate but not enough to actually get him anywhere.
“He didn't have your hunger. Your need for more.” Lucifer's hand slid in an agonizingly slow pace, keeping Sam hard and wanting, close but still so far. “Your desires.”
Sam bit his lip, losing himself in the pleasure offered by Lucifer's hand. He'd never been teased like this before, never felt so desperate for release. He'd always been in control. Now he didn't know when he'd get release. He felt as though he were on fire, only his nerves were lit with pleasure, not pain. Had it always felt like this? He couldn't remember. All he knew was that he wanted more.
He shifted his hips, trying to press into Lucifer's hand but Lucifer lifted his hand with each rise of Sam's cock, preventing Sam from getting anywhere.
He didn't know how long he stayed there, drowning in pleasure, unable to feel anything but that need, need, need of his cock. Once the fingers started to move faster and press harder, he wanted nothing more than to feel the sweet release of that delightful tension running through his entire body. He needed to come, to empty himself completely.
“You want more, don't you?” asked Lucifer, his voice so low, Sam could almost feel the vibrations.
“Yes!” hissed Sam, his cock needy.
“You were always meant for more, Sam.” Lucifer squeezed Sam's cock in his hand and milked it in earnest, pulling, twisting, sliding until-
“AH!” Release burst through Sam like fireworks, stealing his breath. Warm sticky cum splashed across his chest in pulses of pleasure as his balls emptied.
He blinked open his eyes to see Lucifer smiling down at him, fire in his eyes.
“You were meant for me.”