Claiming Sammy Chapter 6/15 - Entertainment
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The bargain had only been for one session, but when Sam was dying, he thought of the pleasure he'd had. He was offered so few opportunities to escape the pain he experienced in hell. He knew he should return to fighting the next time he saw the bedroom, but more of him wanted a repeat of last time, even though he hated Lucifer and enjoyed the rare chance to hurt him. Unfortunately, Lucifer just seemed to regard it as an annoyance, the way a mosquito is swatted and ignored.
When he next woke in the bedroom, he was chained in place, probably due to the expectation of a fight. But while part of him did want to beat Lucifer into a bloody pulp on the ground, more of him wanted to escape into the fantasy with the supernatural girl with cold skin.
“I want another book,” he insisted.
“Fine,” agreed Lucifer, more quickly than Sam expected he would. “But I pick the book.”
Sam considered refusing, but he knew that Lucifer had no problem taking what he wanted anyway. Besides, Lucifer actually had really good taste in literature (although Sam would never admit it out loud), and the books he gave Sam tended to be more interesting than the ones Sam requested. “Ok.” If Lucifer tried to screw him over or did something like give him a book in Chinese, this new little experiment would be over.
Lucifer went straight to work, building Sam up to a nine, then holding him there for what felt like hours. When he finally granted Sam release, Sam came harder than he'd ever had before, his back arching like a bow as he emptied his balls down Lucifer's throat.
Releasing Sam's softening cock, Lucifer gave it one last lick before he sat up and smiled down at Sam. “You're gorgeous like this. You don't see it though. Even if I conjured a mirror, you wouldn't see it. You're afraid to give in - to me, to your power, to your destiny. You'll love it when you do.”
His mind still reeling from the intense orgasm he’d just had, Sam didn't know how to respond. Lucifer conjured a book and slid off the bed, releasing Sam from the chains with a flick of his fingers. Sam picked the book up. “Pride and Prejudice? Really?” He didn't bother to hide his disappointment.
Smoothing down his shirt, Lucifer said, “There's a reason Ang Lee, famous for his Kung Fu films, directed a movie version.”
“Ang Lee?” Sam was sometimes lost when it came to Lucifer's pop culture references.
“Oh, that's right,” said Lucifer, his eyes brightening. “You haven't seen his films.” The room shifted into the movie theater. Sam had never been given a movie without it being attached to a reward and he couldn't help but feel excited, as though Christmas had come a second time in a year. Pathetic really, to be so happy over a movie- but he brushed those thoughts away, wanting to enjoy the moment. Eagerly, he took one of the two seats in the room; a thick, plush recliner comfortable enough to fall asleep on if he ever grew tired, although that never happened in the cage.
He used to stretch out in his seat- back before Lucifer started touching him- but now he curled himself up so he wasn't so exposed. Lucifer hadn't tried to touch him outside of the bedroom since their new agreement began, but that didn't mean he wouldn't change his mind at any moment.
They watched Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon; Pride and Prejudice; and then Brokeback Mountain. Lucifer smiled suggestively at Sam during the gay sex scenes. Sam pretended not to see him, or be interested in the scenes at all. Was it gay to enjoy having your cock sucked by a man even if you imagined a woman most of the time? The men in the movie were objectively attractive with handsome faces and well-built bodies. He wouldn’t mind if one of them wanted to suck his cock, but watching them fuck didn’t turn him on.
Dean sometimes complained about people thinking they were gay instead of brothers, but it didn't bother Sam. If he’d been interested in men, he would've sexually experimented. But he'd never had a man catch his eye the way women did.
After Brokeback Mountain, Lucifer left and Sam read Pride and Prejudice in peace. As much as he hated to admit it, Lucifer was right, he did enjoy reading it. However, he didn't see how it related to Kung Fu in any way.
He expected to be killed but when Lucifer showed up, but Lucifer conjured the bedroom instead of a torture scenario.
“I want another book,” Sam insisted as he allowed Lucifer to tie his wrists to the bedposts.
“You had three movies,” said Lucifer dismissively.
“I didn't ask for the movies.”
Lucifer regarded him evenly for a moment. Sam knew Lucifer could refuse, but had the feeling he wouldn't. Still, his heart pounded nervously in his chest as he waited for the answer.
“Fine,” Lucifer finally said, a warm smile curling his lips. “You'll get your book, but it will be short.” He bent down and kissed Sam, his lips surprisingly soft. Sam didn't know how to react. He kept his mouth tightly closed, his eyes watching Lucifer as Lucifer tenderly kissed Sam's mouth, the stubble on his cheeks brushing against Sam's. His breath smelled slightly sweet, almost like apples. If he cared that Sam acted like a living blow up doll, he didn't show it.
It was impossible to think of the girl with Lucifer's stubble brushing against his face but his cock didn't mind at all, steadily filling with the expectation of what always came next. Lucifer gently brushed hair away from Sam's neck, his mouth journeying over to kiss and lick at the delicate flesh. Despite the fact that he couldn't think of the girl, Sam relaxed into it. He let his cock take control of his body, knowing that when he finally came, he'd enjoy it.
Lucifer took his time. He explored Sam's torso with his hands and mouth the way he'd previously done with his hands alone. By the time he finally reached Sam's thick cock- what felt like hours later- Sam was helplessly canting his hips, trying to shove himself into Lucifer's mouth.
Instead of sucking Sam's cock, Lucifer licked at his heavy testicles. One hand rested on Sam's knee, holding his leg in place while he sucked on and licked at the delicate balls in their sac. Then his hand slid up, massaging Sam's balls away from his body and pressing hard between them at a spot that felt pretty damned good.
Just when Sam was used to this new touch, Lucifer's fingers stroked down his crack, ghosting over his hole.
“Don't!” Sam jerked his ass away from Lucifer as far as the cuffs on his wrists allowed.
Lucifer lifted his head. “I told you, Sam,” he said warmly. “I’m not going to penetrate you without your consent.” He lowered his head again, his forked tongue lapping at the precum dripping out of Sam’s slit.
Tension draining from his body, Sam closed his eyes as a groan escaped his lips. He raised his hips as best he could, wanting that feel of the hot flesh enveloping him again.
As if understanding what Sam wanted, Lucifer sucked his cock back into his mouth, taking him all the way to the root. Sam cried out as he felt himself hit the back of his throat. Lucifer bobbed his head, almost pulling Sam's cock out of his mouth before taking him to the root again. Lucifer’s cold fingers hadn’t moved from Sam’s taint and one finger slid down Sam’s crack again, pressing harder this time. He paused when he reached Sam’s hole and rubbed the delicate flesh in slow circles. It felt strange, but with his cock thrusting into Lucifer’s throat, Sam ignored it, concentrating instead on how close- Almost-
He groaned in disappointment when Lucifer raised his head, one hand still holding the base of Sam's cock while his other fingers played with Sam’s hole, toying with the puckered flesh. His eyes moving slowly, Lucifer surveyed Sam's body.
“You're beautiful.” He touched the tip of a finger to the head of Sam's cock and leisurely ran it down the length. It was the barest touch, but Sam was so damn hard, it was almost too much and he bucked.
Please touch it please touch it please touch it. Sam’s pride wouldn't let him beg out loud. He was already making embarrassing noises in the back of his throat.
“What do you want, Sam?” Lucifer’s fingers scratched over his thighs, his body heavy on Sam's legs, preventing him from moving into those fingers.
“Fuck you,” said Sam. “You know.”
“That's true,” said Lucifer with a smile. His mouth was so close to Sam's cock Sam could feel his breath on it. “Tell me anyway.”
Sam ignored him.
“You aren't getting it until you ask for it. What do you want, Sam?”
He hated that fucking bastard, but he was so damn close. He squeezed his eyes shut and ground out, “Touch it.”
Lucifer grabbed him and jerked him so roughly it was almost too much. Sam came hard, his cum shooting so far he hit his own cheek. Unable to move, he lay there panting, feeling as though he was a puddled mess.
“Look at how far you shot. A new record.” Lucifer smirked and rubbed his hand in Sam's face, smearing the cum over his mouth.
“Fuck off!” Sam jerked his head away.
Lucifer laughed as he left the bed, freeing Sam with a flick of his fingers. “Enjoy your book.” He disappeared, a copy of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde appearing next to Sam on the bed.
After that, Sam asked for a book as soon as he saw the bedroom. If it was going to happen no matter what, he might as well drown in the bliss.
Sometimes he had the feeling he could get out of being tortured too, by offering his body as entertainment, but he never tried. If he offered his body, it meant he chose Lucifer. This way, it was something that happened to him, never by choice.
As time went on, the offered book got shorter and when Sam protested, Lucifer said, “If you want a book, you need to do something special.”
“Something special?”
Lucifer grinned at him. “What do you think?”
From the look on his face, Sam decided that he didn't want to know. After that, he didn't ask for any more books or stories but focused on the pleasure itself as a reward. And what pleasure it was. Lucifer knew just how to work Sam’s body. Sam didn't have to do anything but dive into it, letting Lucifer and the fantasy overcome him.
They eventually fell into a familiar pattern. Lucifer would tie or bind Sam so he couldn't touch himself, then he'd work Sam up to level nine and hold him there for what felt like hours before he let Sam come.
Months out from that first touch, Sam had to wonder why Lucifer hadn’t tried anything more. Other than that brief mirage, Sam still hadn’t seen Lucifer in any state of undress. He never rubbed against Sam or touched him with any part of his body other than his hands and mouth. When they had a movie night or played games together, he treated Sam as if nothing had changed between them. Sam got the impression that Lucifer wasn’t actually interested in him sexually, but just saw his body as a thing to play with, like a small child pressing buttons on a new toy to see what would happen.
Not just a toy though, an object of worship. Lucifer didn't just get Sam off, he explored him. He ran his fingers through his hair, nibbled on his earlobes, rubbed his feet, and kissed him everywhere. He found where Sam was ticklish (bottom of his feet and just below his armpits) and where Sam was sensitive (inner thighs, nipples, neck). Not even Jess had known Sam's body so well. Hell, Lucifer found spots that Sam didn't know himself.
Sam got used to it. At least, as much as he could get used to getting blown by Lucifer himself. He still didn't trust Lucifer to hold the peace of the bedroom for eternity, but it held for now.
Then one day, Sam woke in what he called the ‘torture room’. The room was a sadists’ paradise, with all sorts of devices, implements and weapons lining the walls. Cages of various shapes and sizes as well as devices allowed Lucifer to contain Sam’s body in any pose he wished. Sam’s heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the room. He never left it alive and he never died quickly.
Lucifer pulled him into the middle of the room where a pair of handcuffs hung from a chain attached to the ceiling above a matching set of leg cuffs on the ground. Sam passively allowed Lucifer to cuff his wrists, already debating between several fantasies to slip into. He hadn’t had a memory with Dean in awhile, so he put Dean beside himself in the Impala. Lucifer crouched down next to him, grabbing his leg just above his knee as he moved Sam into position to attach the leg cuffs. It was something he’d done for years, and was familiar to both of them. Yet this time, the touch of his cold hand sparked something deep within Sam’s body.
To his horror, Sam felt his cock eagerly twitch, rising to life with the expectation of more. He fixed his eyes on the meathooks to remind himself what this room was used for and willed his body to calm. He'd been so stupid to enjoy Lucifer sucking him off. Why had he done that? Why had he given in?
Lucifer had been focused on getting Sam’s legs chained and didn’t notice until he stood back up. “Sam,” he said, his voice warm.
Sam stared fixedly at the hooks, refusing to meet Lucifer’s eyes. His cock was already deflating.
“All you had to do was ask.” Lucifer closed his fingers around Sam’s cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“No!” Sam jerked away as far as his bonds allowed.
“You don’t want me to let you go?”
Sam blinked at him. “Let me go?”
Lucifer waved his free hand and handcuffs and leg cuffs vanished. “Or do you want me to put them back and carve you up?”
“No,” he said automatically, even though he knew should agree.
Lucifer pushed Sam back onto a table where he’d died more times than he could count. “It's your choice, Sam,” said Lucifer in a deceptively soft tone, his hand still firm on Sam's chest.
Sam knew he should pick torture. He should’ve never let things get this far - so far that the touch of Lucifer brought anything other than pain. Dean would’ve never let this happen. Dean would be spitting insults as Lucifer tortured him to death. The refusal caught in his throat.
He knew exactly what would happen to him if he refused. Lucifer wouldn't hesitate to pick up the knife or worse. So? It's better than being his bitch.
Lucifer bent down and sucked Sam's cock into his mouth. At once, Sam's lungs felt as though they had too much air and not enough. His cock reacted, rising thick and fast in Lucifer’s mouth but the rest of him felt dead and empty.
He should resist. He should pick torture and death.
He couldn't. He was a coward afraid of pain.
He wanted to fade into a memory but all the best memories involved Dean. He couldn't pull up memories of Dean, not now. The one good thing about eternity was that Dean would never know. Would never see how weak Sam had become, how pathetic.
For the first time in hell, he was utterly alone.