Don't Touch John/Sam/Dean NC/17 Part 3
Title: Don't Touch Part 3
Pairing: John/Sam/Dean
Rating: NC/17
Summary: Written for a kink meme prompt: John catches Dean touching himself without permission and invites Sam to join in the punishment. Sam is reluctant at first, then really gets into it. Very dark abusive relationship.
Warning: Mention of extreme underage. Non-con, incest, torture.
http://tifaching.livejournal.com/673.html Part One
http://tifaching.livejournal.com/2159.html Part Two
The restaurant isn't crowded when John and Sam arrive and John requests a table in the back away from the other diners. He wants privacy so he and Sam can discuss the events of the day so far and plan out the rest of their evening with Dean. After the waitress takes their drink orders and is out of earshot John begins.
"So, Sammy, have fun this afternoon? This something you think you want to keep going with?"
"Hell, yes Dad." was Sam's emphatic reply. "I've wanted to do this for as long as I can remember."
John looked at him skeptically. "As long as you can remember?'
"Yeah, Dad. I remember waking up when I was real little, whenever Dean would leave our bed when you came home. He'd take off his pajamas and kneel between your legs. I couldn't really ever see what he was doing, but sometimes he'd stay there and sometimes you'd take him up into the bed with you. I didn't always wake up, but when I did I always watched and was kind of jealous. Not of Dean, because even then I could see he didn't like what you were doing much, but of you. I wanted Dean to be all mine like he was when you were away hunting. When I got older and had a better idea of what it was you were doing, I tried to touch Dean one night while you were away. I thought he was going to break my arm. I remember asking him why it was o.k. for you to do it, but not me. He said it wasn't o.k. for you to do it either, but you were our dad and he had to do what you said or you hurt him. You were bigger and stronger than him and I wasn't and that was that. Now I'm as big as he is and you want me in there with you. He can't really do anything about it now."
"I'm glad you're so on board with this Sammy. I've been fucking Dean for a lot of years, and I've decided to change up the game, start doing some new things. Starting with you joining us. The restraints, flogger and gag were all new tonight too. I've got more things in the toybox, but I don't want to use everything at once. Let him think this is all there is and then spring the new things on him a little at a time. "
Sam's grin is blinding. "Will you show me what you've got so I can get some ideas about how to use these things?"
John grinned back. "Of course. I know you can come up with ways to use these things that I might not think of. And I want you to use those amazing research skills of yours to find new toys and ideas about how to play with them. You don't show Dean, or say anything about what you find out to him though. I want the first time he knows anything about anything new to be when we're using it on him."
"It'll be a total surprise," Sam smirked, remembering the look on Dean's face when Sam had agreed to join his father in their fun this afternoon. "I mean, just the way he was this afternoon with me and the new toys. I'm getting hard just thinking about how scared he was. Can we whip his cock again later?"
"Don't get hard yet, Sammy." John cautioned. "We're going to be here a while. And yes, that will definitely be part of the program. He knows better than to let any come out of his mouth for any reason."
"If it gets too bad, I can jerk off in the bathroom," was Sam's casual response. He saw the waitress returning with their drinks and held off saying anything else until they had ordered their food and she had gone.
"That's up to you, Sam, but even you can only come so many times tonight. If you want one of those times to be into your hand instead of in or on your brother, so be it."
Sam decided he would rather come in Dean's mouth instead of a restaurant bathroom and began trying to think of anything but the way Dean was tied up waiting for them. Anything but the pained sounds he had made while they were hurting him. Anything but the way Dean had sobbed while Sam was kissing him.
"I don't think I'm going to make it until we get back, Dad." Sam sighed. "Especially if we keep talking about what we're going to do and making plans for the future. I'll hold off as long as I can though. Maybe it'll be enough."
"Well, since you don't think you'll make it we may as well keep going. Do you have any questions?"
"Um, other than me and the new toys, how are you changing the way you play with Dean?"
John thought about this for a moment. "I've been taking Dean to my bed since he was seven. He was so pretty even then. First thing I taught him was to kiss and lick my cock before every session. But this afternoon he didn't do it. Twelve years and I still had to remind him. He still protests and struggles and I want that to stop. He's going to be obedient and docile and we're going to make him that way. If we have to fuck him into the ground every night and whip his cock 'til it bleeds he's going to learn that we're going to use him however we want and he can scream and cry, but he's going to lie there and take it."
"Nggh," groaned Sam. "You're not really helping me lose my hard on here, Dad."
John's grin was unapologetic. "Looks like our food's coming Sammy. Think about fried chicken and mashed potatoes. That shouldn't be too sexy."
They took their time over dinner and tried to turn the topic to anything but Dean. Sam told John about his classes and the girl he had been seeing for a little while.
"That the one that blew you?" John asked with a smile. "She pretty?
Sam flushed, but answered. "Yeah, she's real cute. Not as pretty as Dean though."
"Well, you pay attention to what your brother is doing with his mouth tonight so you can give her some pointers for next time. You can never have too many well trained mouths sucking your cock."
They finished up their food while discussing Sam's project for the science fair. By the time they had finished eating and the waitress came back by, they had been gone from the house for over two hours.
"Looks like you boys had a real good appetite tonight!" she said cheerily. "Did you save room for dessert?"
"Well," John drawled, "we had quite a workout this afternoon and we've got more work ahead of us tonight.
You want dessert, Sammy?"
"We really should be getting to that work, Dad. Besides we've got a great dessert waiting at home. I really can't wait to get home and dig in."
"Yeah, I'll bet that delicious thing is just about ready now. In fact it might be a little overdone." John gave the waitress a smile. "Just the check sweetheart. Thank you."
John threw enough bills on the table to cover their bill and the tip and he and Sam headed for the car. Sam's erection hadn't completely faded during dinner, so he walked out with his jacket in front of his crotch.
As soon as they got in the car, John was letting Sam in on the plan for beginning the next session.
"We're not going to untie him right away, just take out the gag. We'll put our cocks in front of his mouth so he can welcome us from the position he's in. If you're ever playing with him by yourself, never do anything until after he's kissed your cock. That's the signal for the beginning of the session."
"Then I fuck his mouth?" Sam asked eagerly.
"Not this time." John replied. "I want you to do something different to start off. Kiss him, because damn, Sammy that's hot. Then get yourself off rubbing on his belly, and his cock. Take your time about it and make it painful. Before tonight's over we're going to make his cock hurt so much he's going to wish he didn't have one."
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Though he knew it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours, Dean felt like he'd been hanging from the wall for days when he heard the car pull back into the driveway. His brain felt fogged and it was hard to think past the sensations in his ass and the pain in his cock and shoulders. It was hard to breathe around the gag, especially the panting breaths the pain forced out of him. His mind had been running on a continual loop.Sam joining up with John, having to service both of them now. Sam being just as enthusiastic about hurting him as his dad was. What he was going to have to do to avoid more punishment. He didn't think that last one was possible. No matter what he did they would come up with excuses to punish him.
He squinted his eyes against the glare as John and Sam came into the room and flipped on the lights. When he looked up he saw his father and brother, already naked, staring at him with identical smiles and hard ons as they moved toward the bed. Their smiles widened as he began to shake harder as they got closer. John stood in front of Dean and removed the gag while Sam knelt beside him playing with Dean's nipples. John's cock was bobbing in front of Dean's face and he didn't wait for a reminder before leaning forward and pressing the welcoming kiss to it. John went to his knees and shifted to the side so Sam could take his place. Sam stood back a little, making Dean lean forward enough to put painful pressure on his already sore shoulders to reach his cock.
"Good boy" he said running his hands down Dean's face before dropping to his knees and wrapping one hand around the back of Dean's head to pull him into a kiss. Scooting his lower body up against Dean's, Sam put his other hand lightly on Dean's hip and began to rub his cock against his brother's. Dean hissed at the painful contact and jerked his hips away from Sam, pulling his mouth away at the same time. Sam wordlessly stopped and held his hand out to John who handed him the flogger.
Dean stared at it in horror. "Please, Sammy don't."
"Quiet, Dean. We decided for this session we'd punish you as soon as you were bad instead of saving it all up for the end. You've still got a big punishment coming for the last session."
John wrapped his arm around Dean's thrashing body to hold him still and nodded to Sam to begin.
"One for taking your mouth off of me while I was kissing you. I decide when I'm done using your mouth.
One for trying to move away from my cock. Your job is to make me feel good, no matter how much it hurts you. When I want you moving and squirming I'll let you know. Until then you hold still and let me do what I want. And one more for telling me not to do something. I'll do what I want to you and you have nothing to say about it."
John stared at Sam in astonishment as he gave Dean's cock three hard lashes with the flogger, keeping enough presence of mind to hold Dean still and pinch his nipples in time with the lashes. He had known Sam would be a terrific playmate, but he was going to be an excellent training partner too. He couldn't have taken care of disciplining Dean better himself.
Sam dropped the flogger within reach and moved closer to Dean, pulling him into a rough kiss before tilting his head back and forcing Dean to look at him.
"We're going to do that again and it's going to hurt more and be harder to hold still, but that's your own fault. If you'd behaved in the first place I wouldn't have had to punish you. But I know you can do it. You don't want me to have to whip you again, right?"
"No, Sammy" Dean whispered.
"Good boy, " Sam said. "Where were we?"
When Dean didn't answer, Sam reached out and gave his nipples a vicious twist.
"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Dean. Now what were we doing before I had to stop and teach you a lesson?"
"You were kissing me," Dean's voice was low and despairing. "And you were getting yourself off humping my cock."
"Very good, " Sam said as he leaned in to grab Dean's head again, while lining up their cocks and rubbing hard against Dean's body. He felt his brother's body jerk at the first painful touch, but Dean managed to keep his body in place against Sam's. Sam pressed harder, loving the feeling of Dean screaming into his mouth. Remembering John's instructions to make this last, Sam slowed his thrusts and began to rub Dean with his hand instead, backing off from his imminent explosion. Sam wanted to hear Dean's moans so he moved his mouth down to Dean's nipple while he continued to work his cock.
Taking his mouth off Dean he grinned at John who was sitting on the bed stroking his cock while he watched Sam go to town on Dean.
"His other nipple's feeling awfully neglected over there. Want to give it some attention while I work on this one?"
"Wouldn't want any part of Dean to be neglected tonight." replied John, moving in beside Sam and sucking Dean's nipple into his mouth. While they sucked and nipped at Dean's nipples Sam's hand continued to roughly jerk his cock and John's hand moved down to tug and pinch at his balls, Dean's moans and screams just motivating them to do more. Finally Sam couldn't take it any more and moving once again in front of Dean he put his arm around his brother's waist and pulled their bodies tight together, grinding his cock against Dean's until he came, coating his belly and his brother's with his come.
Sam fell back on the bed gasping. Making Dean suck his cock earlier had been amazing, but this. Getting himself off and hurting Dean like that at the same time; he had never been so turned on in his life. Granted, except for a few handjobs and a blowjob with the girl from school, he hadn't had much experience at being turned on when he wasn't alone with his hand, but still.
John ran his hand through the come dripping down Dean and forced his fingers into his son's mouth. Dean obediently sucked them clean, his head down, not looking at John or Sam. John reached up and removed the rings on Dean's restraints from the hook on the wall, and unfastened the links while lowering Dean to his hands and knees on the bed next to Sam's reclining form.
"Clean your brother up, Dean." John ordered and when Dean looked at him in confusion, John elaborated. "Use your mouth to clean the come off your brother, Dean and do it now." Flushing with humiliation, Dean crawled up between Sam's legs and began to lick the come from his belly, gradually working his way down until Sam's cock was in his mouth and he was sucking and licking it clean. Sam's moans of pleasure combined with Dean's whimpers of pain had John ready to go.
John grabbed Dean's hair and tugged lightly, gently pulling him off Sam's cock. Once Sam was clear of Dean's mouth, John gripped harder and yanked Dean upright and off the bed. Sam made a small moan of protest as his father dragged Dean away.
"Don't worry, Sammy", John said with a grin. "You'll be back in his mouth in a minute, we're just changing locations." While he was talking, John pulled Dean over to a small table and sat him up on it, giving his cock a slap when Dean squirmed uncomfortably, propped up on the vibrator still harnessed inside him.
"This table is just the right height to fuck him on whether he's on his stomach or his back. Perfect for filling his mouth either way too." John pushed Dean onto his back and motioned to Sam to come to the other end of the table. He gave Sam an approving nod when he grabbed the flogger and brought it with him. After attaching Dean's cuffs to one of the many pairs of rings spaced along either edge of the table, John unhooked the harness and started playing with the vibrator in Dean's ass.
"What are you waiting for Sammy? You'll get hard a lot quicker if he's sucking on you."
Sam grabbed Dean's head and pushed his cock into his mouth, groaning at the feeling of this new angle.
"You know what to do, Dean. Get me hard so you can get me off." Sam watched John play with Dean's ass, sliding the vibrator in and out, rubbing Dean's cock and balls. "Aren't you going to fuck him, Dad?"
"I'm waiting on you, Sammy. Don't want to start pounding him from this end until you're ready to pound from up there." John spread Dean's legs further and pushed them up. "Keep them there." he ordered. John has ankle cuffs for Dean too and chains to hold his legs up and spread while he's on the bed or table being fucked, but he is saving those for the first time Sam is in his brother's ass. No way Sam is taking Dean from behind his first time. Dean is going to watch Sam fuck him and Sam is going to get to see Dean's face as he pushes into him for the first time.
The image of Sam fucking a spread-wide, tied down Dean had John's cock aching to be inside Dean, but Sam's not quite ready yet, so John distracted himself by sucking on Dean's sore, overstimulated cock, sure that the moans and groans this would wring out of him would get Sam ready to go more quickly. Knowing that Dean's shaft was even more sensitive since it's second beating, John sucked hard, tonguing at the more bruised areas. Dean was gasping and whimpering around Sam's rapidly filling cock and it wasn't long before Sam was pulling his hard cock out of his brother's mouth.
"God, Dean, so good" he said, rubbing the leaking head of his dick over Dean's lips. "Been waiting so long for this. Don't ever want to stop fucking you."
John continued to suck, not sure if Dean's pained whimpers were from his actions or Sam's words so he bit down on a particularly bruised area and listened to a scream that he knew was just for him. The sudden pain caused Dean to involuntarily close and drop his legs, clipping John's back hard with his heels.
John straightened up with a pained growl. "What the hell was that, Dean? Did you just kick me?"
"No, no" Dean gasped weakly. "It was an accident. I couldn't keep them up any more, I'm sorry, Dad. Please.." his voice trailed off at the enraged look John was giving him.
The resigned fear in Dean's green eyes made John want to do nothing more than push Dean's legs apart again and slam into him until he screamed, but he would do that after punishing him. Grabbing Dean's ankles he hoisted his legs up and out.
"Here, Sam." he said. "Since your brother can't manage a simple thing like keeping his legs up, you'll have to help him out."
Sam licked his lips and grabbed Dean's ankles, pulling his legs back and spreading them wide, while John reached for the flogger. Dean struggled against Sam's hold, but with his hands secured in the cuffs and his legs weak and cramped from the hours he had spent kneeling on the bed he couldn't break free. The first lash stilled him and he screamed. "Please!"
"You're going to get an extra lash for every word out of your mouth while you're being punished, Dean so I'd keep quiet if I were you." John leaned forward between Dean's wide spread legs and sucked and bit his nipples to hardness before concentrating on them with the flogger. Dean screamed as John gave each nipple half a dozen lashes, but managed not to speak again. John finished up with two more hard lashes to his cock. "Those last two were for struggling. When you're being punished it's because you did something wrong. If you fight it you'll just get punished more."
Dean stared at him, gasping and whimpering. He wasn't really expected to just lie there and take a beating like that, was he? He couldn't even try to get away? But he knew that he was expected to lie there and not try to get away. His dad had started something new today, and if he had thought it was bad before, it was going to be a nightmare now.
Sam still held Dean's ankles while John wrapped his hands around Dean's thighs and thrust viciously into his hole. Sam's cock prodded at Dean's lips and he opened up and sucked him in. Sam and John set up a brutal alternating rhythm, with Sam pulling Dean's legs forward as he thrust deep into his throat, and pushing them back to meet John's pounding cock. Dean knew John's stamina and when he was as mad as he was now, he could go for an amazing amount of time. Sam was holding his own this time and it was not going to be over nearly as soon as the first double fucking was. Dean tried everything to get Sam to come, but Sam just kept fucking deep into his throat while gripping his ankles tight enough to leave bruises. John knew this would be his last time in Dean's ass for a while so he wanted it to last. After this he was going to let Dean tighten up for Sam's first time.
Dean hung limply in Sam's hands, his eyes dazed and pain filled. He was practically unconscious by the time they both came, shoving their cocks deep inside him and leaving them there for long minutes afterward. John leaned forward, his cock still seated deep inside Dean and licked and sucked at his abused nipples before pulling back and finally pulling out. Sam left his soft cock in Dean's mouth until John unhooked his cuffs and then he pulled out and helped John carry Dean back to the bed, where they laid him down on his back and settled in on either side.
Sam kissed Dean, pushing their lips tightly together and pushing his tongue in deep, tasting himself in his brother's mouth. John continued to work on Dean's nipples, sucking and biting while Dean whimpered into Sam's mouth. Sam released Dean's mouth and looked hungrily down his body.
"Dad, can I.." Sam's voice trailed off as he moved down Dean's body.
"Whatever you want, Sam." John replied. "He's yours to play with now too. Just remember we don't want him passing out on us quite yet."
"I'll be gentle," Sam grinned, running his tongue up Dean's cock. "Don't you move away from me, Dean," he warned as Dean's hips twitched. Dean took a deep breath and stilled himself as Sam's mouth closed over him for the first time. Sam kept his word, gently licking and sucking at Dean's red hot flesh, knowing that it would be painful no matter what he did. John took Sam's place at Dean's mouth, swallowing his moans.
Dean was gasping and Sam's big hands pushed down on his hips to still his involuntary movements as his body tried to escape the pain. Tears were rolling down his cheeks again, and his exhausted body shook with sobs. Sam pulled his mouth off Dean and moved his way back up his body.
"Making you cry is almost as good as putting my dick in your mouth for getting me hard, Dean. You're so fucking gorgeous when you cry."
John moved back as Sam straddled Dean's chest and once again shoved himself deep into Dean's throat, Dean's dull gaze and unresponsive body not slowing him down at all. John noticed though.
"Last time tonight, Sammy. I think he's just about done."
"I'm not done, though Dad. I know I could go at least once more."
"Not in his mouth, Sam. Don't want him choking if he's too far gone to swallow. He's still got his punishment to come. It was your come he spit out. You can take care of the punishment if you want."
"Oh, I want." Sam's grin was evil enough to make dread appear in Dean's eyes as Sam continued to fuck deep into his throat. Sam reached down to grab Dean's hair, pulling his head forward to meet Sam's thrusts. Eventually, with a loud groan, Sam pulled Dean's head forward and pushed his cock all the way in, feeling Dean swallowing while he came. He pulled out and bent over Dean's head licking his taste from his brother's lips. "You're amazing, Dean," he gasped. "Want to do this all night long. But since I can't, let's move on to the final part of our session. Your punishment. Don't you fucking move!" he barked, as Dean weakly tried to roll away.
"I want him in the position we had him in on the table. Having his legs pulled back and spread like that gives the best angle for getting his cock and balls with the flogger. Can you get his legs Dad?"
John positioned himself behind Dean, pulling his arms up and kneeling on his wrists to hold them in place. Sam grabbed Dean's ankles, and lifting his legs, passed them back to John.
"Beautiful," he whispered, staring between Dean's legs. He dropped down on his stomach and licked a stripe up Dean's cock before sucking hard on his balls. At Dean's pained jerk, he sat up and slammed the flogger down. "I said don't move, Dean." Five more lashes left Dean on the edge of consciousness and Sam with another hard on. He moved up Dean's body, leaning over to bite at his nipples before pressing their mouths together. He dropped his body onto Dean's, grinding his cock against his brother's until Dean's body was limp and totally unresponsive before coming all over his belly. John dropped Dean's legs and they fell on either side of Sam. Sam reached down and undid Dean's cock ring, then his cuffs.
"All that, and he didn't even get to come again."
"He's lucky we let him come once today. It's not like it's going to be a given that he's going to, no matter how much he thinks he needs to."
John surveyed the wrecked bed and come covered sheets. "We can't sleep here tonight. Let's get cleaned up and move to your room. Got you a king sized bed for a reason. Help me take your brother to the shower and we'll get him settled, then we'll get some rest. I don't know about you, Sammy, but today really wore me out."
Sam just grinned as he helped his father carry Dean to the shower. John leaned Dean up against his chest while Sam cleaned himself and then Dean. Sam held Dean while John cleaned up, then they dried off and deposited Dean on Sam's bed. They cleaned up John's room and then returned, settling themselves on either side of Dean's unconscious body.
"Get some sleep, Sam," John rumbled. "He'll still be here in the morning. It's his job to take care of any morning wood you have, so don't be taking care of it yourself. He's going to be in a world of pain tomorrow, but his job is his job. You didn't get a chance to try it out tonight, but he's very good with his hands. Hand job, blow job, whatever you want. He's going to blow me, no matter how he feels in the morning, but you do what you want."
Sam smiled and rolled over on his side, laying on hand low on Dean's belly, fingers stroking the damp thatch above his crotch. Today was the best day he can ever remember. He can't wait for tomorrow.