You Belong To Me, Part Two - Supernatural, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: You Belong to Me ( Part One)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, John/Dean, Sam/Dean/John, Dean/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~24000 (total)
Summary: Sam's always been a little different, but when he figures out exactly how different and realizes it can give him the one thing he's always wanted but could never have, it changes him. He sets out to get the one elusive desire that has always slipped away from him, and along the way he slips a little down a dark path...
Warnings & A/Ns: Written for kebab1806 who bought me during the last Sweet Charity round. Warnings include: Underage sex (Sam is 15, though that isn't entirely clear)), incest of both the brother on brother and father/son variety, dubious consent to outright non-con depending on POV, fisting, rimming, use of insertables including penial insertion, humiliation, whoring, dominance and submission.
Dean didn't want it. He told himself over and over again that it was wrong, that Sam was wrong. He was pretty convinced that something was wrong with Sam, but he couldn't articulate it.
At least, he thought those things whenever Sam wasn't around.
Whenever Sam was nearby though? Then his thoughts filled up with Sam. With Sam touching him. Sam kissing him. Sam shoving him to his knees.
And that lead to Dean getting hard at the most inappropriate times. One of these times someone other than Sam was going to notice.
But for the moment, Dean was Sam free, sitting in a bar not far from the school. His father was off meeting up with Bobby to share some information and that left Dean to keep an eye on Sam. He nursed his beer and eyed a young woman who had just come in.
It was early afternoon, well before anyone but the serious drinkers would be in a place like this, unless, like him, they were hiding from something. She slid onto a stool, her short skirt riding up a little. "Give me a beer, George."
The bartender put a beer in front of her and she must have felt Dean's eyes, turning to smile at him. "And who have we here?"
He smiled his most charming smile and held out his hand. "I'm Dean."
"Aren't you a pretty thing, Dean." She shook his hand lightly. "Young, but pretty."
"You should know better than to tease the kid, Rosy." George scoffed at her. "What if Hank finds out?"
"Hanks out of town." Rosy said, her eyes raking over Dean. "Besides, I dumped his sorry ass two days ago."
Which sounded an awful lot like trouble, but Dean liked the way she was looking at him, like she wanted to eat him alive. "Whatcha think kid? Want a thrill?" Her hand slid up his thigh and he nodded.
She lifted her beer, wrapping her lips around the neck and tilting it back. Dean watched her swallow and exhaled slowly. "Come on then." She put her beer down and slipped her cold, wet hand into Dean's tugging a little to get him moving.
She dragged him into the ladies room and shoved him up against the door, her hands running down the front of his shirt to the waistband of his jeans. "Don't look so scared…I won't bite. Much." She grinned and kissed him, aggressive and determined, knocking his head back against the door. She tasted like beer and cigarettes and before he had fully registered the kissing, her hand had his jeans open and she was sliding down his body, her mouth closing over his cock which was doing it's best to catch up.
Her tongue moved over the tip of his cock and down along the underside and Dean gasped when she closed her mouth over him and sucked hard. He reached for her, then pulled his hand back and she grinned up at him. "Just making sure you're ready for the ride, cowboy. Don't get too excited on me." She licked over him twice more, then stepped back toward the stall wall, her finger crooked at him as her other hand reached up over her head and grabbed the top. "Come here."
His jeans fell to his knees as he moved and she grabbed his cock with her free hand, lifting her leg and guiding him closer. Her skirt rode up and he could smell her arousal. She rubbed the head of his dick against her wetness, then guided him into her, pulling herself up while his hands sought out her ass to support her. She slid down his cock and wrapped both legs around him, both hands now supporting herself on the stall wall.
"Come on now, stallion…show me what you've got." She ground down against him and he tightened his grip on her before stepping closer, pinning her against the wall. His thrust was hard and it made her groan. "That's it. Give it to me."
Dean obliged, fucking up into her hard and fast, while she dropped one hand to rub furiously at her clit. Her heat tightened around him and she yelled as she came. "Don't stop…" she panted at him and he kept going, starting to sweat in the small bathroom.
She growled and ground down into each thrust, kissing him almost violently. He stumbled backward, taking her full weight on him until he crashed into the door, his knees buckling. She rode him to the floor and writhed on top of him, her hair dragging over his face as she leaned in and pulled herself nearly off him, only to slam herself back down.
Dean closed his eyes and concentrated on fucking up into her, his hands holding her hips now as he snapped his own up to meet her downward motion. His head filled with other images though, of Sam and his enormous cock, of watching Sam take this woman, watching his dick slide into her, his hand fisting in her hair to pull her back onto him while Dean lay under her, their combined juices coating his hard cock.
He grunted and shook his head, but his body didn't think it was wrong. His cock exploded up inside of her, making her squeal and fuck down onto him harder, her second orgasm coating his softening dick.
They lay panting on the bathroom floor until she finally sat back and grinned down at him. "Not bad, kid. Not bad at all." She stood and went into the stall. Dean struggled up, crossing to the sink and running some water to clean up. He wet a paper towel and wiped his spent dick before tucking it back inside his jeans and zipping up. He heard the toilet flush and she emerged, her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed, but otherwise not looking as if she'd just been fucked.
He stood there awkwardly for a minute, then nodded to her. "Thanks, see you around." He let himself out of the bathroom, went to the bar where his unfinished beer waited and drained it, dropping some money on the bar and smirking at George. "See ya, George."
It was still early, but really, after that there was nothing left to be gotten from that particular bar. He set off walking, not really sure where to, but not surprised when he ended up at the high school.
School had been over for nearly an hour, but Sam was still there. Dean knew he was. He'd been tutoring a football player. Dean wandered toward the football field, winking at the cheerleaders who passed him. They giggled and he grinned, circling around the fence.
He wandered over to the bleachers, running a hand over the metal of the nearest bench. He'd spent a good amount of time under similar bleachers with various girls, and once or twice a teacher, when he was still going to school. Grinning to himself, he circled around to the back, ducking under, and stopping cold. He froze in place. The sounds were muffled, but distinct. In the gloom of the shadows, Dean could just make out two bodies.
The one on top was clearly Sam. Dean knew the minute Sam's eyes found him too. He could feel it in his stomach, in his balls. Sam grunted with the effort, his hips snapping forward. Dean watched, transfixed, his cock hardening. Sam's hand fisted in the hair of the-boy-he was fucking and dragged him back, sitting him on Sam's cock. Dean's heart skipped, his stomach flipflopping between jealousy and shame as Sam started dirty talking.
"That's it, take it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Does it hurt, Jason? Does it?"
Jason shook his head, his hands reaching above him for the bleachers, using them to hold himself up. "I'm going to come Jason, going to come inside you."
Sam's hand moved up under Jason's arm, his hand grabbing the back of the kid's neck and forcing him back to the ground. His hips snapped harder and harder, then he stilled, both of them collapsing forward.
Dean stared, even after they'd gone quiet and still. He tried to imagine Sam's cock inside him, but it made him shiver. The size of it…he shook his head, tried to deny how aroused he was by the idea. He closed his eyes and stumbled out from under the bleachers, away from them. He stood with his back against the fence.
He never heard Sam's approach, but he felt the hand that grabbed Dean's crotch. "Like what you see?" Sam asked, pressing himself against Dean. "I think you did." Sam froze then, sniffing at Dean's neck. "You stink like sex."
"You're one to talk." Dean responded, though he made no move to push Sam off him.
"You stink like a woman." Sam growled, both hands rising to grab Dean's shirt. "Did you fuck some woman?"
Dean looked away, suddenly ashamed of the act. "I…she….came on to me at a bar…I…"
"You wanted her?" Sam asked, his face red. He was angry, furious.
"Yes." Dean all but whispered the word.
Suddenly Sam stepped back, letting go of him. "Go home Dean. I'll be there soon."
He wanted to say something to make it better, but there weren't any words, he could only turn and start for home.
He was ready to step his plans up to the next level. Dean was ready and Sam had been working his father every single chance he could. The only way to know if he was ready was to act.
Dean’s betrayal with some nameless woman only pushed him to make that act one that would not only remind Dean that he belonged to him, but would make sure that Dean could not betray him again.
It meant he needed to stop at a certain store though before he went home. The door buzzed and some fresh faced young man appeared from somewhere. Technically, Sam was too young to be in such a place, but a flash of cash was enough to get him a nod, and he headed down an aisle, looking for the things he would need.
It didn’t take him long to round up the toys and tools he would need. He grabbed a bottle of lube on his way to the register and grinned at the kid behind the counter as he raised an eyebrow.
“That’s quite a haul.”
“Well, someone has a lesson to learn.” Sam replied, pulling out his wallet. He handed over one of his father’s fake credit cards, and thanked the kid. He took his bag and headed for home.
There was a honking sound just as he headed out of town and Sam turned to find the Impala slowing beside him. “Hey, you’re home early.” Sam said as he slid into the seat beside his father.
“Bobby had a hunt to get to. I offered to come with and help out, but he didn’t want company.”
“You two fighting again?” Sam asked.
“No…just a disagreement.”
Sam snorted and put his bag on the seat between them.
“What’s in the bag?”
“A surprise for Dean.” Sam responded, glancing aside at his father. “I’ve decided that it’s time he understand that he belongs to me.”
John nodded and reached over to pat his knee. “Good for you Sam.”
Sam grinned and stretched as much as the confines of the car allowed. “He had sex with some chick today, and I can’t have that.” Sam reached into the bag and pulled out the clear plastic cock cage he’d purchased. “So I’m going to lock him in this for the next week.”
John turned them onto their street and his eyes narrowed as they glanced at Sam. “I’d like to see that.”
Sam’s cock hardened at the thought. It wasn’t one he’d put in his father’s head. “Yeah?”
“You know he won’t submit easy.” John continued, turning into the driveway.
“No, but he will submit.” Sam said softly.
“He’ll give you anything, Sam.” John agreed. “All you have to do is ask for it.”
Sam dropped the cage back into the bag and got out of the car, his father following. The smell of dinner cooking greeted them. Dean appeared in the kitchen doorway, his face concerned, then skipping to their father and flushing a little. “Sam, I…”
Sam dropped the bag on the chair and headed toward him, kissing him lightly as he passed into the kitchen. “Something smells good.”
“I’m just warming up some spaghetti.” Dean responded, following him into the room. “I wanted to apologize.” He frowned, then looked up at John. “You’re back early.”
John clapped a hand to his son’s shoulder and nodded. “Let’s eat first, then you and Sam can talk about what happened.”
Dean’s face got red. “He…he told you?”
John shook his head. “Not the details. But you know better, son. Sam loves you.”
Sam set plates on the table as Dean sputtered.
“Did he also tell you I found him fucking some boy under the bleachers?” Dean spit out.
John chuckled. “So you did it because you were jealous?”
“What? No. That’s not what I meant.” Dean frowned and went to the stove, pulling the pot off the burner and setting it down on the table.
John sat and turned his eyes on Sam. “Is it true? You fucking around with some boy?”
Sam reached over to pull pasta onto his plate. “Not some boy, the quarterback. He owed me. Ain’t the first time.” He looked up, pinning Dean with his eyes. “Besides, I was just practicing for when I eventually fuck you, Dean.”
Dean stopped breathing for a minute. Sam watched him flick his glance at their father and then back. He stood, his face pink.
“Sit down and eat.” John said, tapping the table. “There will be time enough for the rest later.”
Sam waited, watched Dean vacillate between leaving the room and obeying, and finally obeying, sitting and turning his attention to the food John had put on his plate.
The rest of the meal was quiet. Sam ate, watching the two of them. Dean was on edge. Their father was focused on his plate. Sam could barely focus himself, his head full of ideas, his cock hard under the table. His father's comment in the car still rattled around in his head and the idea of the humiliation that would cause Dean making it nearly impossible not to just jack off right there at the dinner table.
When it became clear that Dean wasn't really eating, Sam exhaled slowly and put his fork down, looking up at Dean. "Now, what happened today wasn't totally your fault, Dean." Sam said slowly. "We didn't have any rules in place, so, I'm not going to be hard on you."
"Sam, I said I was sorry." He frowned. "And, I'm not completely sure why."
Sam nodded seriously. "I know Dean. And that's somewhat my fault, but I'm going to make it better, okay? You wait here. I got something for you."
Sam left them sitting and went to the living room for his bag. He came back to the kitchen and put the bag on the counter, keeping his body between the bag and Dean. "Stand up and drop you pants." Sam said, knowing Dean would respond.
The chair scraped the floor and the sound of a zipper filled the room, then Dean's jeans were down. Sam got the cage opened and the small padlock ready, then turned and went to one knee in front of Dean. He fitted the cock cage onto him, and was locking it before Dean registered what he was doing. "Sam, what the fuck?"
Sam leaned back and smiled up at him. "It will help you keep it in your pants, Dean, see." He took Dean's hand and put it on his cock. "You can pee, shower…you just can't stick it anywhere it doesn't belong."
Sam stood up, leaving Dean standing there, jeans around his ankles, his hand holding his plastic enclosed dick. "Turn around and show your father."
"What?" Dean's face was read and he was shaking his head.
Sam slipped one hand up to caress Dean's face. "Trust me. Turn around and show your father."
Very slowly Dean turned, his body rigid and flushing red with shame. John looked up from his plate and looked Dean over, nodding and slowly grinning. "Very nice, Sammy."
Sam grinned around Dean. "Oh, but I'm not done yet." He slid one hand up Dean's back and tightened it around his neck before pushing him forward. Dean resisted at first, then bent at the waist until his face was on the table and his ass was in the air. Sam petted over his naked skin with his free hand. "Good boy Dean. Just like that. Stay there."
Sam lifted the lube and opened it, coating just one finger. He didn't want him too loose right away. He planned on making this last…on taking his time getting Dean ready for the first time. "Now, I know you've never had anything up inside you, so we're going to go easy." He circled his lubed up finger around Dean's hole. Dean tensed, his hands gripping the table. Sam pushed in, just a little, then out again.
Dean whimpered. John reached out a hand and caressed over Dean's forehead. "Remember he loves you." John murmured.
Sam smiled and pushed in again, this time all the way to the first knuckle. He slid out again and circled slow and easy, soothing before going in again. "That's a good boy, Dean." Sam cooed, moving the finger around inside him. "Just loosening you up…just a little. That's it." Sam felt when Dean relaxed and he held his finger inside him just a little longer, then he slipped it out.
The first butt plug he'd bought wasn’t a lot bigger than a finger and Sam only used a tiny amount of lube because he didn't want it falling out. He pushed it in and Dean tensed up, yelling and Sam had to push him back down onto the table. "Just a little more, Dean. Almost there." Sam twisted it a little, then felt it slide into place, the flared end keeping it from disappearing inside him.
Sam caressed over his ass, bent to kiss both cheeks lightly, then pulled his jeans up. "Come on, stand up."
Dean obeyed hesitantly, his face showing confusion. Sam turned him, smiling at him as he zipped him up. "Now, it's your turn to do the dishes. Dad and I are gonna go watch TV. When you're done, you and I will talk about rules."
Sam watched his father flop into the chair, his eyes already on the television. He hadn't expected him to be this eager. Sam had only pushed him to accept that Sam deserved to have Dean, to have all of Dean, that it was okay for them to be together sexually.
This interest, this arousal, judging from the tenting in his father's jeans, was all him…but it intrigued Sam, made him wonder if maybe he came by his desire for Dean a little more naturally than he had first assumed.
Sam sat on the couch as John turned on the TV, his hand casually falling across the arm of the couch and onto his father's arm. John smiled at him. Sam took a deep breath and reached out for his father's mind. He wasn't usually so forward with his father, but he needed to know. "Tell me what you want."
John twitched a little, his warm skin sliding under Sam's hand. He didn't answer right away, but Sam got impressions of desire and arousal, the sight of Dean's naked ass, and when Dean came into the room, it all spiked a little bit. Sam sat back and looked up at Dean.
The television was forgotten.
"Now Dean…" Sam took his hand and held it for a minute. "You belong to me, and that means you can't go fucking around like you used to, okay?"
"I don't…." Dean shook his head, looking at his father.
Sam made his face as open and genuine as he could and tugged Dean closer. "I love you so much Dean, and you've always said you would do anything for me. I'm not asking much…just that you promise me that you will do whatever I tell you. Just give yourself to me, and everything will be fine."
Dean's expression went from annoyed to concerned to accepting as Sam urged agreement into him. "Now, the rules are simple. No one touches you and you touch no one unless I say it's okay. Easy, right?"
Dean nodded. "That includes Dad, Dean." Sam added, glancing at the their father. "He can watch. And he will. But he doesn't touch until I say."
He could feel the resistance still tugging at Dean…and Dean would never accept submission easily, but Sam would ensure that he did submit. "Now, take your clothes off for me. I want to see you."
He let go of his brother's hand and let Dean step away. His movements were stiff as he stripped out of his clothes, until he was standing in the living room in nothing but the cock cage and butt plug. Sam smiled. "So beautiful, Dean."
Sam leaned back and opened his own zipper, pulling out his cock and stroking it to full erection. His father's eyes darted between them, then Sam crooked a finger at Dean. "Come here, and show Dad how you like to suck my cock." Sam said, his voice deep in his chest.
Dean hesitated, but came, swallowing. He'd never actually sucked Sam's cock, of course, there was that time in the kitchen that was more about Sam fucking Dean's face, but this time, Sam wanted Dean to do the work. He patted his knee and spread his legs open, making room for Dean to kneel between them.
He went to one knee, his hand on Sam’s leg, his eyes on Sam’s dick. He licked his lips, then looked up at Sam who nodded. “Go on.”
“I…” Dean huffed and cracked his neck. “I don’t know what…”
Sam petted over his head. “Just imagine what you like.”
He looked at their father, who was watching them closely, then closed his eyes and reached one hand for Sam’s cock. Sam let his own hand fall away as Dean’s fingers touched him. “Just…” Dean huffed again, his hot breath making Sam’s cock harden that much more in anticipation.
Dean opened his mouth, then closed it, his eyes skipping over him. He nodded to himself and leaned in, licking over the tip experimentally. Sam relaxed back against the couch and let him figure it out. Dean dragged his tongue around the edge of the head, then opened his lips to suck the head into his mouth. Sam purred encouragingly and looked up to see John leaning toward him to see better.
“That’s it Dean. Good.” Sam murmured, spreading his legs a little more. Dean responded to the praise by taking a little more of Sam’s length into his mouth, then rising up and going a little further down. His hand circled the base of Sam’s cock where his mouth wouldn’t reach and he began stroking that hand in time with the rise and fall of his mouth.
As technique went, it wasn’t the best blow job he’d ever had, but Dean hadn’t ever had a reason to learn this particular skill. Sam made a note to get his brother some good porn to study, hell, he could get the quarterback to come over and show his brother how it was done.
Dean whimpered around his cock and Sam realized he had inadvertently thrust up into his throat. He eased back down and Dean resumed his pace of up and down. His hand not stroking Sam fell to his own cock and he whimpered more.
The sound reverberated through him and Sam grabbed for Dean’s head, taking over the pace, pushing him down and forcing him to take more of his cock into his mouth. “That’s it. Take it, Dean.” Sam growled as he thrust up. He pushed his cock up and pulled Dean’s face down as he came, shooting his orgasm into Dean’s throat and forcing him to swallow or drown in it.
Dean coughed and sputtered as Sam released him, both hands falling to cradle his cock in its plastic prison as Sam grinned up at John. Sam let his hand stroke over Dean’s head in a comforting manner before he tucked himself back into his jeans and patted the couch next to him to invite Dean up to sit with him and pointedly turned his attention to the television.
Pleasure coiled in his stomach, the kind of hot joy that came with getting something you’ve wanted for so long despite all odds, the kind of sweet victory that came only when you’ve won a fight without ever even throwing a punch. Dean settled in beside him, his head coming to rest on Sam’s shoulder. He sighed, seeming to have forgotten that he was naked as Sam’s arm curled around his shoulder and his hand came to rest on his hip.
Sam sighed contentedly and let himself drift, the television playing some stupid movie that couldn’t hold his attention, his hand idly stroking Dean's skin.
"So how long do I have to…" Dean asked after a while, not looking up at him.
Sam kissed the top of his head. "Until the night I fuck you." He kissed over Dean's forehead. Dean's expression was pained. "Why don't you and I call it a night?" Sam sat up, then stood, bringing Dean with him.
He paused in front of his father, marveling again at the turn of events. "Night, Dad." He leaned in to kiss his forehead, then thought better of it and brushed their lips together. "Dean, kiss your father goodnight." Sam stepped away and watched as Dean obeyed, then reached for Dean's hand.
Dean slipped his hand into Sam's and Sam drew him away, down the hall to his bedroom and into bed where Sam curled protectively around his body. "All mine Dean. All mine."
Dean didn't generally consider himself a whiner, but he had to admit the desire to whine just a little bit was really kind of strong. Sam had him in the damn cock cage still, three days after he put it on him, and fuck but it hurt when Sam couldn't keep from teasing him enough to arouse him.
And that was without the damn butt plugs. He was face down on the bed while Sam played with the one, rocking it back and forth, pulling it out, just to push it back in. Dean bit his lip to keep from making noise.
"Almost there Dean. Maybe tonight." Sam murmured, his hand stroking down Dean's back. "If Dad comes home tonight."
Dean dared a glance back. "What? Why does he have to be here?" He hated the feeling of his father's eyes while they touched. There was something dirty in it, more so than anything Sam did to him.
"He wants to be here." Sam said. He pulled the plug out and held up a larger one, already coated in lube. "This is the last one. It's bigger and it might hurt a little."
He didn't wait for Dean to respond. Dean felt the cold lube first, then the push of the tip. He held his breath as Sam pushed it in. "Breathe Dean." Sam murmured.
Dean hung his head and exhaled, closing his eyes against the intrusion as the plug filled him. It was longer and wider than the last and the pressure was almost too much. Sam petted over his skin. "Relax. Breathe."
He dragged in a lungful of air and tried to will himself to relax, but that wasn't easy with Sam shoving the goddamn Empire State building up his ass. It filled him and Sam caressed over his cheeks.
"Just lay still a while and get used to it. I'll go make breakfast."
Dean felt the bed rock as Sam got up, and he waited until he knew Sam was gone before he reached for the plug. He ran a finger over it, hissing as even that tiny contact made it feel like it was being shoved into him. Slowly, he rolled to his side, drawing his knees up and breathing through the rush of shame that filled him.
No matter what Sam said, there was a part of him that knew this wasn't right. The problem was, that part was small and couldn't stop him from giving Sam what he wanted…especially because Sam seemed to know what Dean wanted too, and was pushing all of his buttons one at a time.
It was humiliating, even more so with their father in the room, watching. Sam made a show of it, and their father seemed all too eager to watch, and Dean…well, Sam made sure that Dean let John see, made Dean show himself to his father, like he was being inspected.
He hadn't been out of the house, not since the whole thing with the bar and Rosy and Sam's punishment had started. He was beginning to wonder if he'd ever be allowed out again.
"Dad called." Sam said as he came back into the room with coffee. "He won't be home tonight. Probably tomorrow." He smiled and set the two cups on the nightstand and reached to help Dean sit up against the headboard. "I'm sorry."
"Whatever." Dean took his coffee and sipped at it.
"How is it?" Sam asked, though Dean got the sense he meant the plug and not the coffee.
"It's fucking huge, that's how it is." Dean growled.
Sam made a comforting sound and caressed his cheek. "No need to be grumpy with me, I'm doing it for your own good."
"Right." Dean didn't look at him just concentrated on his coffee.
"You know, I have an idea to cheer you up. I'm going to bring you home a surprise when I come home tonight."
"You want to cheer me up? Let me loose." Dean countered. "This thing sucks."
"Tomorrow, after Dad gets home, Dean. I promise. Now, drink your coffee. I'll go get breakfast."
By mid-afternoon, Dean was able to at least get to the bathroom, though he was sure his waddle was far from sexy. He was alone while Sam was in school, and he had spent most of the day laying in bed, trying not to just pull the damn butt plug out. Somehow he knew that Sam would know if he did.
Now though, he figured he should shower, relieve his bladder. Sam would be home soon, and while it wouldn't lead to relief for his pathetic condition, at least Sam had promised him…something.
He didn't have a clue what it would be, but something was better than the endless laying around. It had to be.
He relieved himself and climbed into the shower, doing his best to not play with the plug. He was no dummy. As big as this thing felt, Sam's cock was bigger…and soon, Dean would be finding out exactly how much bigger.
He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself before heading back to his bedroom. Sam would be home soon. Dean huffed and considered what he should wear, settling on sweatpants because they didn't press against any of the plastic.
"Dean?" Sam's voice rang through the house.
"Bedroom." Dean called, pulling the door open. His heart sped up as the tall figure of his brother filled the end of the hall, then sped up a little more as he realized that he wasn't alone.
He couldn't see who was with him, because Sam's big frame blocked his view. Sam grinned as he got close enough, then reached behind him and dragged his companion closer. "Dean, this is Jimmy. Jimmy, Dean."
"Jimmy?" Dean did his best not to react.
"Yeah, Jimmy is our star quarterback school."
The kid was shorter than Dean, his blond hair pulled back from his face, his eyes dark and dancing away from Dean quickly. "Jimmy here owes me, don't you Jimmy?" Sam said.
Jimmy flushed, but nodded. "Yeah, right. Owe you."
"So, I figured I'd let him pay me off here, instead of at the school."
"This is my surprise?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. This was not what he'd expected. Not that he really knew what to expect. Not really. With Sam anymore he was beginning to think he didn't have a clue.
"Well, since I can't fuck you tonight…I thought I'd let you watch me fuck him. Don't tell me you don't want to see it."
"No, Sam. I don't." Dean said, pulling away from him.
"I know you got turned on by it the other day, when you watched us under the bleachers." Sam grabbed Jimmy by the back of the neck and held him tight. "So tonight he's going to get naked and I'm going to fuck his ass while you watch…so you can be ready for tomorrow night." He released Jimmy and looked at him. Jimmy paled, then nodded and started taking off his clothes.
"Sam, seriously?" Dean tried to turn away. He tried. But Jimmy was stripped down and looking up at Sam.
Sam fisted a hand in Jimmy's hair and pushed him to his knees, though Sam's eyes never left Dean. Sam's zipper sounded loud in the room. Sam's jeans fell and Dean couldn't not look as Jimmy started to lick it and it began to harden.
"Pay attention Dean. You could learn a thing or two from Jimmy. Look how he loves my dick, Dean."
Jimmy's eyes closed as he opened his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip of Sam's cock, then closing his lips around it and sucking lightly before going back to licking, down the side and up until Sam was fully hard, then Jimmy did the impossible, he opened his mouth and took most of Sam's cock into him.
He didn't gag, even though that seemed impossible. Dean stood staring as Jimmy's eyes opened and he looked up at Sam, waiting. Sam relaxed his fist and petted his hair. "Such a good boy." He pulled back and Jimmy drew a shaky breath. "On the bed, ass up."
Sam drew Dean closer with just his eyes as Jimmy obeyed and Sam grabbed the lube off the nightstand, popping the top and slicking up his cock. He stuck two lubed up fingers into Jimmy’s hole without warning and moved them around and way before Dean thought he had done enough, Sam pulled his fingers out and guided his cock to the opening.
Dean held his breath as Sam sank into him, frozen to his spot by the end of the bed, staring as Jimmy’s ass just took every inch until Sam was laying on top of him. He grinned at Dean before pulling out. Jimmy grunted into the bed, his hands curling in the bedspread as Sam pushed in again. “Soon, Dean…soon I’m going to do this to you. Hold you down while I open you up, put my cock inside you. Can’t wait to feel you around me.”
Sam’s hips snapped forward and Jimmy lifted his head, biting off a yell.
“Gonna make you mine forever Dean. Mine forever.” He quickened his pace, his hands hard on Jimmy’s hips, pulling him back into each thrust and then pulling out as he started to orgasm, spraying his come onto Jimmy’s cheeks and over his hole. “Come here, Dean.”
Dean cleared his throat and shuffled around the end of the bed. Sam dragged his finger through the come and held it up. Dean looked at it, then flicked his eyes to Sam’s with a minute shaking of his head. Sam rubbed the finger over Dean’s lips and pushed it inside. “Wasn’t asking.”
The salty taste coated his tongue, impossible to escape as Sam shoved his finger into his mouth, then pulled it out. “Now, clean up the rest.” He gripped the back of Dean’s neck and pushed him toward Jimmy’s upturned ass and the sticky streams of cooling come on his skin.
“Sam.” Dean tried to pull away, but Sam just gripped him tighter and pushed him down until his face was pressed into the come.
“Lick it up.” Sam’s voice was cold, hard and Dean swallowed hard against a knot of disobedience. Sam leaned in, his mouth on Dean’s ear. “I will punish you.”
Dean shivered, no idea what that punishment might be, and flushing with shame at the idea that he was somehow displeasing Sam. He swallowed and nodded and Sam let him up enough that he could move his head. He licked at the nearest come, closing his eyes and willing himself to just do it, just lick and swallow and not think about what he was doing.
Sam’s hand lightened up even more and his free hand moved to point Dean where he wanted him. “That’s it, lick him clean for me. Right here, Dean.” Sam was pointing at Jimmy’s still gaping hole and Dean had to fight not to balk. Sam stuck two fingers into him and opened him up. “Make sure you get down inside too, want to make sure he’s good and clean.”
Dean dipped his tongue inside him hesitantly. Jimmy shuddered under him, making Dean realize he wasn’t alone in this, that he had no idea what this must be like for Jimmy. He licked upward, connecting with Sam’s fingers and the heated flesh of Jimmy’s ass and Jimmy groaned, his body shaking.
Sam’s fingers pulled, opening him up more. “Keep licking, Dean.” Sam encouraged, watching as Dean bowed his head and resumed his tender attentions to the stretched skin. Dean watched in fascination as Sam worked his hole open more and more, Dean’s spit easing the way as Jimmy shook more. “Now, get me the lube.” Sam said.
Dean reached for the bottle and Sam held one hand out, palm up. He grinned at Dean as Dean poured the lube, then let some of it drip down into the gaping ass. “I told Jimmy that the day he could take my whole hand was the day I’d let him go. Think he’s ready?”
As open as he was, Dean couldn’t imagine Sam’s whole hand fitting in anyone’s ass. Sam’s grin was wicked as he spread the lube around to coat his hand. He started with three fingers, then added the fourth fairly easily. Jimmy was moaning now, obscene, wanton sounds that made Dean ache to silence them. Sam fucked his hand in and out, a little deeper with each push, then he folded his thumb up into his palm and pushed relentlessly.
Jimmy’s voice dropped from a moan into a keening sound. His legs trembled. Sam hissed as he shifted his position to gain leverage and just when Dean was sure he wouldn’t make it, something changed and Sam’s hand just sank inside him.
The smell of come filled the air and Jimmy collapsed forward, his face in the mattress. Sam stood still, his hand inside the kid’s ass, his eyes on Dean’s face. “Did you just come with my hand in your ass, James?” Sam asked softly.
“Y-y-yes.” Jimmy’s voice was shattered and weak and he didn’t move, even as Sam pumped his hand up and down a time or two.
“Good boy.” Sam praised, his free hand stroking down Jimmy’s sweaty back. He eased his other hand out of him, picking up a dirty t-shirt from the floor to wipe his hand. “You’re free to go Jimmy. I won’t be needing you again.”
Jimmy moved slowly, dressing stiffly, not looking at either of them. When he was gone, Sam pulled Dean in and kissed him possessively. “Tomorrow night, Dean…you and me…gonna make you mine.”
“I’m yours now, Sam.” Dean said, leaning in to him.
“Waited so long for it Dean…been thinking about it for years.” Sam drew him to the bed and laid down. “The way you give me anything and everything…always have, everything I want, Dean. Makes me want everything.” Sam’s kiss was urgent as he covered Dean’s body with his own. “Want all of you. Can’t wait for you to give it to me, give me everything.”
He licked over Dean’s lips, parting them and licking inside, nipping lightly when Dean tried to kiss back. “It gets me hard just thinking about having you all spread out for me, having you offer yourself to me…you will, won’t you? Won’t you Dean? You’ll give me what I want?” He looked down at Dean, his face so young and innocent looking, despite the very not innocent things they’d been doing or the dirty deeds he was speaking of.
Dean nodded. “Always, Sam. Always.”
John knew his boys were waiting on him, and he knew Sam was pissed with how late he was, but you wouldn’t have known it when he pulled in. There was dinner on the table, a beer open and waiting for him.
Dean was quiet, his eyes on his plate. He wore only boxers as he sat at the table. Sam smiled at his father. “Everything okay?”
John nodded. “Yes, just took a little longer than I thought.”
“Good.”
“You boys?”
“We’re good. Impatient, but good.” Sam picked up his fork and knife, cutting into his steak. “Tonight’s the night.” He glanced at Dean, then up at John.
“I drove as fast as I could.” John responded, excited beyond his ability to reason out.
“Eat your dinner. We’ve got time.”
They ate in near silence. John was only about half way through his dinner when Dean sighed and stood, taking his plate to the sink. “I’ll be….” He gestured toward the living room and headed out the door.
“He’s a little nervous.” Sam said, finishing off his potato. “And he’s been waiting.”
“I know.” John put his fork down. “I can eat later.”
Sam grinned at him. "For the first time, I think maybe Dean would do better if you weren't actually in the room."
John started to protest, sure he was meant to be there for something so important, but Sam held up his hand. "Just this first time. You can watch from the living room. I'll leave the door open. You'll hear everything…just….not be in the room."
John licked his lips and nodded slowly. "If that's what you want."
Sam touched his shoulder as he stood. "It is. Come on, lets get started."
John stood and followed him to the living room where Dean was standing, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Now?" Dean asked, looking from John to Sam and back again.
John went to him, taking his face in both hands before kissing him lightly. "You'll be fine."
Sam turned the chair away from the television, pointing it down the hall. "Dad's going to sit here." He patted the chair and John left Dean to sit in it. "Get undressed Dean."
"What? Here?"
"Do as your brother says." John sat and kicked off his boots. Sam leaned over him and unzipped his jeans, grinning at him.
"Just getting you ready." Sam said, rubbing his lips over John's. "Wouldn't want you coming in your pants."
John heard clothing hit the floor and turned to look at Dean, standing naked but for the plastic cock cage and fidgeting. "Come here." Sam beckoned him.
Dean exhaled heavily, but came, stopping directly in front of John. Sam dug in his pocket and came out with a key, unlocking the tiny lock on the cage and pulling the plastic away. Dean's eyes closed and his body swayed as his cock filled half hard just at the relief of the freedom.
John licked his lips, half wanting to lean forward and lick at Dean's cock, but Sam was watching close. Sam pushed Dean forward a little bit so that he was leaning over John and Dean let out a tiny sound when Sam pulled the butt plug out.
"There, that's better. Now stand up and show Dad." Dean stood, his skin starting to turn pink. "Turn around, show him your ass."
Dean turned and Sam ran a hand over him, then looked at John. "Now, I am going to take Dean to his room and I am going to fuck him and I am going to come inside him and make him mine."
Sam smiled down at his father, at the lust in his eyes. He'd waited forever, and it was finally happening. He slid a hand down Dean's back, over his hip, then took his hand and tugged him down the hall. Dean hesitated just slightly and Sam drew him close, whispering encouraging words as they neared the bed.
Dean's eyes were wide when Sam pulled him in close to kiss over his lips. "Shh…it's okay, Dean. I'm going to make it all okay." Sam licked Dean's lips open and kissed him gently. "It's okay to be nervous. I promise it's going to be good."
His hand closed around Dean's half-hard cock and he stroked it a few times, watching Dean's face lose some of its anxiousness. "Mine Dean." Sam whispered. He turned Dean to the bed, his hands caressing over his naked skin, through the light slick of nervous sweat giving away his fear. "On your knees, Dean."
He hesitated only slightly, looking at Sam before swallowing and moving up onto the bed. He lifted one knee and settled it almost deliberately onto the mattress before lifting the other. Sam slipped in behind him, arms circling to pull Dean back against him, bare back to clothed chest. "I love you, you know that right?"
"Yeah, Sam. I know." Dean responded, his voice husky.
Sam let go of him and stepped back, pulling his shirt up and off. Now that it came to it, he couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough, though he'd been patient all day, not even touching himself that morning after waking up hard from dreams of fucking Dean over the hood of the Impala.
He unzipped his jeans and let them fall, his hand cradling his cock as it hardened. "Breathe, Dean." Sam whispered, as much for himself as for Dean. He picked up the lube in one hand and soothed the other down the long line of Dean's spine. He caressed lightly down to his ass, then up again, pressing Dean forward toward the bed.
He stiffened slightly, but went where Sam led. He flinched when Sam opened the lube, and Sam had to pinch the base of his cock before he could slick up so he didn't lose it before he'd even gotten inside the tight, hot ass.
Sam coated his cock first, then squirted more lube into his hand, coating his fingers and slowly circling the red ring of Dean's hole. He was open from the succession of butt plugs, but Sam knew the cool of the lube had to be soothing.
Dean relaxed as Sam caressed over and around his ass, and Sam's first finger slid into him almost unnoticed. Dean gasped as Sam moved it around, coating the inner walls with lube before pulling out and circling the rim again. "Gonna feel so good." Sam whispered, sliding two fingers in and moving them, opening them and pressing Dean open slowly.
"Sam." Dean lifted his head and glanced back, his face white and pensive. Sam leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
"I've got you." Sam reached between his legs to run a slick hand over Dean's cock and Dean dropped his head back down to the mattress. He pulled his fingers out and added a third, making Dean grab the blankets, his fingers curling into fists. "Almost ready Dean. Want you so bad."
Sam glanced out the door to their father, grinning as he could tell his father was already fisting his own cock. "Okay, Dean. This is it." Sam guided his cock to his brother's waiting ass, settling the tip against the opening. "Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly."
Dean inhaled and as he started to exhale, Sam pressed in, slow, almost half way before Dean inhaled and froze. Sam eased out again, his hand petting down Dean's back. "Good boy, Dean. Good. Now let it out again." He grabbed Dean's hips and pushed in again as Dean exhaled, not stopping this time, even when Dean gasped for air. Sam filled him completely, until his cock was as deep into Dean as he could go. Dean whined and tried to pull forward, but Sam held him. "Does it hurt?" Sam asked in a whisper.
Dean nodded into the bed. "Just…fuck…do something."
Sam pulled out slowly and just as slow pushed back in, savoring the way Dean's ass took him in and held him. "Mine forever, Dean." Sam murmured. Dean whimpered in response, his head turning to the side. "Louder…let Dad hear you." Sam said, thrusting forward a little harder.
Dean whimpered again, grabbing at the blankets, his feet looking for purchase on the bed. Sam grabbed his hips more firmly. "Come on, Dean, I know you want to…"
Dean lifted his head and curled his back, grunting as Sam stepped up the pace. "That's it, let Dad hear you." Sam slowed his thrust and focused on making it harder, on pressing his cock into Dean's prostate, on bringing his brother over the edge, whether he wanted to come or not.
He reached under Dean, stroking over his cock, and the sounds coming out of Dean's mouth changed. Caught somewhere between pain and desire, he cried out, a word that might have been Sam's name falling from his lips.
Sam wanted this moment to last forever, but his cock wasn't going to hold out, not for much longer. Sam twisted his hand over Dean's cock and buried himself inside his brother, coming hot and hard inside him. Dean cried out as the fullness pushed him over the edge and Sam's hand milked his come out of him until Dean was begging him to stop.
Slowly, Sam pulled himself back and out of Dean, his cock still half hard. He was going to need more before the night was over, but for now, he'd gotten what he'd wanted for so long. Dean was his completely.
Sam caressed over his trembling skin. "Good boy, Dean. So good for me."
"Are we done now?" Dean asked, his voice shaking a little.
"Almost. Go show your father."
"What?" Dean looked at him, frowning.
"You heard me, go present your ass to your father so he can see what I've done."
"I'm sure he knows." Dean growled, even as he was moving to get off the bed. "Fuck." He stood still as he got to his feet.
"Mmm…does it hurt?" Sam asked, sliding in beside him to kiss over his sweaty shoulder.
"What the fuck do you think?" Dean snarled, pulling away. He moved stiffly down the hall to where John waited, his own come spilled over his hand. Sam watch Dean slow down as he got there, turning his back to his father.
"Bend over Dean, spread your cheeks. Let him see." Dean hesitated, but slowly bent over, both hands lifting to his ass and easing open his cheeks. He hissed, then fell silent.
John leaned in, licking his lips, then looking up at Sam. "Go ahead, if you want." Sam offered, leaning back on the door frame to watch. John put one hand on each of Dean's thighs to steady him, then licked tentatively over his red, stretched out hole.
Dean started, then settled as John laved over the raw skin, licking up come until Dean was spit clean and shiny. Sam grinned as John sat back. "Alright Dean, that's enough. Go ahead and shower."
Sam waited until Dean had passed him, then went to John, leaning in to kiss him soundly. "He belongs to me, but if you're nice to us I'll let you play from time to time, okay?"
John nodded, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Sam kissed him again. "You should go to bed. I aim on fucking him a couple more times tonight…but you need your rest, don't you?"
"I need my rest." John echoed, shifting to get out of the chair. "And, when the semester's over, we should hit the road. Head south. Some hunts I'd like to hit down that way."
"When the semester's over." Sam agreed, watching John until the bedroom door closed. He sagged a little against the wall. It had taken a lot out of him to get this far. Dean was still a fight, every time. John though…well, his father was coming along so well it was almost frightening.
Dean slid into bed, his body aching from before and his head spinning. He tried not to think about it, about the things Sam wanted him to do, about the way he seemed to want them too at the time, about how their father…Dean closed his eyes and pushed that thought away.
It was humiliating and made him feel dirty. In fact, he was starting to think that was what was getting Sam off, more than the actual sex.
At least that was getting easier. Three weeks since Sam had taken him the first time, and he was starting to get used to the size of him and the demanding nature of his desire.
Not a night had gone by that Sam didn't fuck him at least once, most nights it was twice. They were closing in on Thanksgiving, which meant a little more than a month before they'd be hitting the road again. Dean was kind of looking forward to it. This town had gotten too small too fast and now he barely left the house, sure somehow that all the sick shit they were doing would show on his face.
The bed moved, the sheets lifting and settling as Sam slid in behind him and immediately spooned up against his back. Dean didn't pull away, though he wanted to. "It's hot, Sam." His voice sounded dull and flat, but Sam let go of him and rolled onto his back.
"Oh. Okay."
Dean frowned. That wasn't like Sam at all. He turned, glancing over his shoulder. "You okay?"
Sam shrugged in the gloom of the room. He didn't really answer. "Maybe I'll just go sleep in my own room." He sat up, his back to Dean.
Dean sat up too, reaching to run a hand down his back. "Don't be pissy. I just said it was hot."
Sam shook his head and stood. "No, I get it." He went to the window and stared out at the dark. "You probably hate me."
Dean frowned harder and stood. "Why would I hate you?"
Sam shrugged again and slumped forward, leaning on the windowsill. "You never even look at me unless I tell you to…you shower as soon as I let you go…the only time you let me touch you is when we're…"
Dean circled the bed. "I don't hate you." Dean meant that. He could never hate his brother. Even when he didn't really like the things they did together. "I love you, Sam."
Sam shook his head. "Not like I love you. I tried to make it work Dean…but you don't. I can see it in your eyes." Sam's eyes flicked over him and Dean flinched. They were cold eyes, not filled with the love on Sam's lips. Dean wanted to look away, but he couldn't.
Sam turned, running his hands down Dean's arms. "Why don't you love me back Dean?"
Dean lifted a hand to cup Sam's cheek and he leaned in to brush their lips together. "I do love you, Sam. Always loved you."
Sam's kiss was gentle and when he pulled back his eyes were closed, his forehead pressed to Dean's. "What is it then? Why do you fight so hard?"
Dean wasn't sure what it was he was supposed to be fighting. He only knew that what he saw in Sam scared him sometimes. "I'm afraid." Dean whispered.
Sam pulled back, looking down at him. "Of me?"
Dean sighed and stepped back. For the moment he felt like he could breathe, maybe for the first time in a long time. "For you," he answered. "You've changed, Sammy…and sometimes…" He shook his head and looked away. "Sometimes it scares me." He turned his back, suddenly realizing he was naked and a flush of something like shame filling him. "You want things I can't give you…things I shouldn't give you…and it isn't right…" He shivered, the air in the room suddenly colder than it had been. "I don't know what's happened to us, Sam…"
The room was silent and for a long time neither of them moved, then Sam was touching him, turning him, his face wet with tears. "I'm going to make it right Dean. I'm going to show you how beautiful it can be. Okay? You'll wait for me right?"
Dean shook his head, trying to figure out what Sam meant. "Of course."
Sam kissed him and left him standing there alone. Dean heard the front door open and close, and slowly went to the bed, sinking down onto it, trying to reason through what had just happened.
His brother was gone a long time, and Dean dozed in the silence alone. It was nearly midnight when he heard voices and sat up. Sam was talking, though Dean couldn't make out the other voice. They came down the hall, stopping outside Dean's room.
The door opened and the voices dropped to a whisper, then fell silent. In the dark Dean could just make out Sam's figure as he slipped into the room. "Sam?"
Sam came to the bed, crawling across it to kiss Dean, pressing him back into the sheets. "Shh…its okay."
"Shit, Sam, you're burning up." Dean whispered, the touch of Sam's skin hot against his.
"It's okay." Sam responded, his hands moving the sheets aside. "Tell me you love me."
"You know I do." Dean answered.
Sam shook his head. "Need to hear the words."
"I love you." Dean obeyed, closing his eyes as Sam's mouth roamed over his skin.
"Do anything for me?" Sam asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, Sam. Anything."
"Give me anything I wanted?" Sam looked down at him, his eyes dark.
Dean nodded slowly. "Anything, Sam."
Sam kissed him again, his tongue delving into Dean's mouth, claiming him, possessing him. "I want everything." Sam whispered. "Give me everything."
All the heat of Sam's body pressed against him and Dean couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only nod…because he could never say no to Sam, never deny him. "Yes, Sam. Everything."
Dean's body tightened, his cock hardening even as Sam's cock filled him and the fire raged in their skin, burning away any thought but this, Sam and giving Sam what he wanted, what he needed.
Sam fucked him wildly and Dean could hear himself screaming, the bed slamming into the wall as the night pressed in around them. Sam's come was hot inside him and still Sam fucked him…only it wasn't Sam…or it was…and Dean wasn't sure anymore of anything, only that he was falling into a hole.
Title: You Belong to Me ( Part One)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, John/Dean, Sam/Dean/John, Dean/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~24000 (total)
Summary: Sam's always been a little different, but when he figures out exactly how different and realizes it can give him the one thing he's always wanted but could never have, it changes him. He sets out to get the one elusive desire that has always slipped away from him, and along the way he slips a little down a dark path...
Warnings & A/Ns: Written for kebab1806 who bought me during the last Sweet Charity round. Warnings include: Underage sex (Sam is 15, though that isn't entirely clear)), incest of both the brother on brother and father/son variety, dubious consent to outright non-con depending on POV, fisting, rimming, use of insertables including penial insertion, humiliation, whoring, dominance and submission.
Dean didn't want it. He told himself over and over again that it was wrong, that Sam was wrong. He was pretty convinced that something was wrong with Sam, but he couldn't articulate it.
At least, he thought those things whenever Sam wasn't around.
Whenever Sam was nearby though? Then his thoughts filled up with Sam. With Sam touching him. Sam kissing him. Sam shoving him to his knees.
And that lead to Dean getting hard at the most inappropriate times. One of these times someone other than Sam was going to notice.
But for the moment, Dean was Sam free, sitting in a bar not far from the school. His father was off meeting up with Bobby to share some information and that left Dean to keep an eye on Sam. He nursed his beer and eyed a young woman who had just come in.
It was early afternoon, well before anyone but the serious drinkers would be in a place like this, unless, like him, they were hiding from something. She slid onto a stool, her short skirt riding up a little. "Give me a beer, George."
The bartender put a beer in front of her and she must have felt Dean's eyes, turning to smile at him. "And who have we here?"
He smiled his most charming smile and held out his hand. "I'm Dean."
"Aren't you a pretty thing, Dean." She shook his hand lightly. "Young, but pretty."
"You should know better than to tease the kid, Rosy." George scoffed at her. "What if Hank finds out?"
"Hanks out of town." Rosy said, her eyes raking over Dean. "Besides, I dumped his sorry ass two days ago."
Which sounded an awful lot like trouble, but Dean liked the way she was looking at him, like she wanted to eat him alive. "Whatcha think kid? Want a thrill?" Her hand slid up his thigh and he nodded.
She lifted her beer, wrapping her lips around the neck and tilting it back. Dean watched her swallow and exhaled slowly. "Come on then." She put her beer down and slipped her cold, wet hand into Dean's tugging a little to get him moving.
She dragged him into the ladies room and shoved him up against the door, her hands running down the front of his shirt to the waistband of his jeans. "Don't look so scared…I won't bite. Much." She grinned and kissed him, aggressive and determined, knocking his head back against the door. She tasted like beer and cigarettes and before he had fully registered the kissing, her hand had his jeans open and she was sliding down his body, her mouth closing over his cock which was doing it's best to catch up.
Her tongue moved over the tip of his cock and down along the underside and Dean gasped when she closed her mouth over him and sucked hard. He reached for her, then pulled his hand back and she grinned up at him. "Just making sure you're ready for the ride, cowboy. Don't get too excited on me." She licked over him twice more, then stepped back toward the stall wall, her finger crooked at him as her other hand reached up over her head and grabbed the top. "Come here."
His jeans fell to his knees as he moved and she grabbed his cock with her free hand, lifting her leg and guiding him closer. Her skirt rode up and he could smell her arousal. She rubbed the head of his dick against her wetness, then guided him into her, pulling herself up while his hands sought out her ass to support her. She slid down his cock and wrapped both legs around him, both hands now supporting herself on the stall wall.
"Come on now, stallion…show me what you've got." She ground down against him and he tightened his grip on her before stepping closer, pinning her against the wall. His thrust was hard and it made her groan. "That's it. Give it to me."
Dean obliged, fucking up into her hard and fast, while she dropped one hand to rub furiously at her clit. Her heat tightened around him and she yelled as she came. "Don't stop…" she panted at him and he kept going, starting to sweat in the small bathroom.
She growled and ground down into each thrust, kissing him almost violently. He stumbled backward, taking her full weight on him until he crashed into the door, his knees buckling. She rode him to the floor and writhed on top of him, her hair dragging over his face as she leaned in and pulled herself nearly off him, only to slam herself back down.
Dean closed his eyes and concentrated on fucking up into her, his hands holding her hips now as he snapped his own up to meet her downward motion. His head filled with other images though, of Sam and his enormous cock, of watching Sam take this woman, watching his dick slide into her, his hand fisting in her hair to pull her back onto him while Dean lay under her, their combined juices coating his hard cock.
He grunted and shook his head, but his body didn't think it was wrong. His cock exploded up inside of her, making her squeal and fuck down onto him harder, her second orgasm coating his softening dick.
They lay panting on the bathroom floor until she finally sat back and grinned down at him. "Not bad, kid. Not bad at all." She stood and went into the stall. Dean struggled up, crossing to the sink and running some water to clean up. He wet a paper towel and wiped his spent dick before tucking it back inside his jeans and zipping up. He heard the toilet flush and she emerged, her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed, but otherwise not looking as if she'd just been fucked.
He stood there awkwardly for a minute, then nodded to her. "Thanks, see you around." He let himself out of the bathroom, went to the bar where his unfinished beer waited and drained it, dropping some money on the bar and smirking at George. "See ya, George."
It was still early, but really, after that there was nothing left to be gotten from that particular bar. He set off walking, not really sure where to, but not surprised when he ended up at the high school.
School had been over for nearly an hour, but Sam was still there. Dean knew he was. He'd been tutoring a football player. Dean wandered toward the football field, winking at the cheerleaders who passed him. They giggled and he grinned, circling around the fence.
He wandered over to the bleachers, running a hand over the metal of the nearest bench. He'd spent a good amount of time under similar bleachers with various girls, and once or twice a teacher, when he was still going to school. Grinning to himself, he circled around to the back, ducking under, and stopping cold. He froze in place. The sounds were muffled, but distinct. In the gloom of the shadows, Dean could just make out two bodies.
The one on top was clearly Sam. Dean knew the minute Sam's eyes found him too. He could feel it in his stomach, in his balls. Sam grunted with the effort, his hips snapping forward. Dean watched, transfixed, his cock hardening. Sam's hand fisted in the hair of the-boy-he was fucking and dragged him back, sitting him on Sam's cock. Dean's heart skipped, his stomach flipflopping between jealousy and shame as Sam started dirty talking.
"That's it, take it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Does it hurt, Jason? Does it?"
Jason shook his head, his hands reaching above him for the bleachers, using them to hold himself up. "I'm going to come Jason, going to come inside you."
Sam's hand moved up under Jason's arm, his hand grabbing the back of the kid's neck and forcing him back to the ground. His hips snapped harder and harder, then he stilled, both of them collapsing forward.
Dean stared, even after they'd gone quiet and still. He tried to imagine Sam's cock inside him, but it made him shiver. The size of it…he shook his head, tried to deny how aroused he was by the idea. He closed his eyes and stumbled out from under the bleachers, away from them. He stood with his back against the fence.
He never heard Sam's approach, but he felt the hand that grabbed Dean's crotch. "Like what you see?" Sam asked, pressing himself against Dean. "I think you did." Sam froze then, sniffing at Dean's neck. "You stink like sex."
"You're one to talk." Dean responded, though he made no move to push Sam off him.
"You stink like a woman." Sam growled, both hands rising to grab Dean's shirt. "Did you fuck some woman?"
Dean looked away, suddenly ashamed of the act. "I…she….came on to me at a bar…I…"
"You wanted her?" Sam asked, his face red. He was angry, furious.
"Yes." Dean all but whispered the word.
Suddenly Sam stepped back, letting go of him. "Go home Dean. I'll be there soon."
He wanted to say something to make it better, but there weren't any words, he could only turn and start for home.
He was ready to step his plans up to the next level. Dean was ready and Sam had been working his father every single chance he could. The only way to know if he was ready was to act.
Dean’s betrayal with some nameless woman only pushed him to make that act one that would not only remind Dean that he belonged to him, but would make sure that Dean could not betray him again.
It meant he needed to stop at a certain store though before he went home. The door buzzed and some fresh faced young man appeared from somewhere. Technically, Sam was too young to be in such a place, but a flash of cash was enough to get him a nod, and he headed down an aisle, looking for the things he would need.
It didn’t take him long to round up the toys and tools he would need. He grabbed a bottle of lube on his way to the register and grinned at the kid behind the counter as he raised an eyebrow.
“That’s quite a haul.”
“Well, someone has a lesson to learn.” Sam replied, pulling out his wallet. He handed over one of his father’s fake credit cards, and thanked the kid. He took his bag and headed for home.
There was a honking sound just as he headed out of town and Sam turned to find the Impala slowing beside him. “Hey, you’re home early.” Sam said as he slid into the seat beside his father.
“Bobby had a hunt to get to. I offered to come with and help out, but he didn’t want company.”
“You two fighting again?” Sam asked.
“No…just a disagreement.”
Sam snorted and put his bag on the seat between them.
“What’s in the bag?”
“A surprise for Dean.” Sam responded, glancing aside at his father. “I’ve decided that it’s time he understand that he belongs to me.”
John nodded and reached over to pat his knee. “Good for you Sam.”
Sam grinned and stretched as much as the confines of the car allowed. “He had sex with some chick today, and I can’t have that.” Sam reached into the bag and pulled out the clear plastic cock cage he’d purchased. “So I’m going to lock him in this for the next week.”
John turned them onto their street and his eyes narrowed as they glanced at Sam. “I’d like to see that.”
Sam’s cock hardened at the thought. It wasn’t one he’d put in his father’s head. “Yeah?”
“You know he won’t submit easy.” John continued, turning into the driveway.
“No, but he will submit.” Sam said softly.
“He’ll give you anything, Sam.” John agreed. “All you have to do is ask for it.”
Sam dropped the cage back into the bag and got out of the car, his father following. The smell of dinner cooking greeted them. Dean appeared in the kitchen doorway, his face concerned, then skipping to their father and flushing a little. “Sam, I…”
Sam dropped the bag on the chair and headed toward him, kissing him lightly as he passed into the kitchen. “Something smells good.”
“I’m just warming up some spaghetti.” Dean responded, following him into the room. “I wanted to apologize.” He frowned, then looked up at John. “You’re back early.”
John clapped a hand to his son’s shoulder and nodded. “Let’s eat first, then you and Sam can talk about what happened.”
Dean’s face got red. “He…he told you?”
John shook his head. “Not the details. But you know better, son. Sam loves you.”
Sam set plates on the table as Dean sputtered.
“Did he also tell you I found him fucking some boy under the bleachers?” Dean spit out.
John chuckled. “So you did it because you were jealous?”
“What? No. That’s not what I meant.” Dean frowned and went to the stove, pulling the pot off the burner and setting it down on the table.
John sat and turned his eyes on Sam. “Is it true? You fucking around with some boy?”
Sam reached over to pull pasta onto his plate. “Not some boy, the quarterback. He owed me. Ain’t the first time.” He looked up, pinning Dean with his eyes. “Besides, I was just practicing for when I eventually fuck you, Dean.”
Dean stopped breathing for a minute. Sam watched him flick his glance at their father and then back. He stood, his face pink.
“Sit down and eat.” John said, tapping the table. “There will be time enough for the rest later.”
Sam waited, watched Dean vacillate between leaving the room and obeying, and finally obeying, sitting and turning his attention to the food John had put on his plate.
The rest of the meal was quiet. Sam ate, watching the two of them. Dean was on edge. Their father was focused on his plate. Sam could barely focus himself, his head full of ideas, his cock hard under the table. His father's comment in the car still rattled around in his head and the idea of the humiliation that would cause Dean making it nearly impossible not to just jack off right there at the dinner table.
When it became clear that Dean wasn't really eating, Sam exhaled slowly and put his fork down, looking up at Dean. "Now, what happened today wasn't totally your fault, Dean." Sam said slowly. "We didn't have any rules in place, so, I'm not going to be hard on you."
"Sam, I said I was sorry." He frowned. "And, I'm not completely sure why."
Sam nodded seriously. "I know Dean. And that's somewhat my fault, but I'm going to make it better, okay? You wait here. I got something for you."
Sam left them sitting and went to the living room for his bag. He came back to the kitchen and put the bag on the counter, keeping his body between the bag and Dean. "Stand up and drop you pants." Sam said, knowing Dean would respond.
The chair scraped the floor and the sound of a zipper filled the room, then Dean's jeans were down. Sam got the cage opened and the small padlock ready, then turned and went to one knee in front of Dean. He fitted the cock cage onto him, and was locking it before Dean registered what he was doing. "Sam, what the fuck?"
Sam leaned back and smiled up at him. "It will help you keep it in your pants, Dean, see." He took Dean's hand and put it on his cock. "You can pee, shower…you just can't stick it anywhere it doesn't belong."
Sam stood up, leaving Dean standing there, jeans around his ankles, his hand holding his plastic enclosed dick. "Turn around and show your father."
"What?" Dean's face was read and he was shaking his head.
Sam slipped one hand up to caress Dean's face. "Trust me. Turn around and show your father."
Very slowly Dean turned, his body rigid and flushing red with shame. John looked up from his plate and looked Dean over, nodding and slowly grinning. "Very nice, Sammy."
Sam grinned around Dean. "Oh, but I'm not done yet." He slid one hand up Dean's back and tightened it around his neck before pushing him forward. Dean resisted at first, then bent at the waist until his face was on the table and his ass was in the air. Sam petted over his naked skin with his free hand. "Good boy Dean. Just like that. Stay there."
Sam lifted the lube and opened it, coating just one finger. He didn't want him too loose right away. He planned on making this last…on taking his time getting Dean ready for the first time. "Now, I know you've never had anything up inside you, so we're going to go easy." He circled his lubed up finger around Dean's hole. Dean tensed, his hands gripping the table. Sam pushed in, just a little, then out again.
Dean whimpered. John reached out a hand and caressed over Dean's forehead. "Remember he loves you." John murmured.
Sam smiled and pushed in again, this time all the way to the first knuckle. He slid out again and circled slow and easy, soothing before going in again. "That's a good boy, Dean." Sam cooed, moving the finger around inside him. "Just loosening you up…just a little. That's it." Sam felt when Dean relaxed and he held his finger inside him just a little longer, then he slipped it out.
The first butt plug he'd bought wasn’t a lot bigger than a finger and Sam only used a tiny amount of lube because he didn't want it falling out. He pushed it in and Dean tensed up, yelling and Sam had to push him back down onto the table. "Just a little more, Dean. Almost there." Sam twisted it a little, then felt it slide into place, the flared end keeping it from disappearing inside him.
Sam caressed over his ass, bent to kiss both cheeks lightly, then pulled his jeans up. "Come on, stand up."
Dean obeyed hesitantly, his face showing confusion. Sam turned him, smiling at him as he zipped him up. "Now, it's your turn to do the dishes. Dad and I are gonna go watch TV. When you're done, you and I will talk about rules."
Sam watched his father flop into the chair, his eyes already on the television. He hadn't expected him to be this eager. Sam had only pushed him to accept that Sam deserved to have Dean, to have all of Dean, that it was okay for them to be together sexually.
This interest, this arousal, judging from the tenting in his father's jeans, was all him…but it intrigued Sam, made him wonder if maybe he came by his desire for Dean a little more naturally than he had first assumed.
Sam sat on the couch as John turned on the TV, his hand casually falling across the arm of the couch and onto his father's arm. John smiled at him. Sam took a deep breath and reached out for his father's mind. He wasn't usually so forward with his father, but he needed to know. "Tell me what you want."
John twitched a little, his warm skin sliding under Sam's hand. He didn't answer right away, but Sam got impressions of desire and arousal, the sight of Dean's naked ass, and when Dean came into the room, it all spiked a little bit. Sam sat back and looked up at Dean.
The television was forgotten.
"Now Dean…" Sam took his hand and held it for a minute. "You belong to me, and that means you can't go fucking around like you used to, okay?"
"I don't…." Dean shook his head, looking at his father.
Sam made his face as open and genuine as he could and tugged Dean closer. "I love you so much Dean, and you've always said you would do anything for me. I'm not asking much…just that you promise me that you will do whatever I tell you. Just give yourself to me, and everything will be fine."
Dean's expression went from annoyed to concerned to accepting as Sam urged agreement into him. "Now, the rules are simple. No one touches you and you touch no one unless I say it's okay. Easy, right?"
Dean nodded. "That includes Dad, Dean." Sam added, glancing at the their father. "He can watch. And he will. But he doesn't touch until I say."
He could feel the resistance still tugging at Dean…and Dean would never accept submission easily, but Sam would ensure that he did submit. "Now, take your clothes off for me. I want to see you."
He let go of his brother's hand and let Dean step away. His movements were stiff as he stripped out of his clothes, until he was standing in the living room in nothing but the cock cage and butt plug. Sam smiled. "So beautiful, Dean."
Sam leaned back and opened his own zipper, pulling out his cock and stroking it to full erection. His father's eyes darted between them, then Sam crooked a finger at Dean. "Come here, and show Dad how you like to suck my cock." Sam said, his voice deep in his chest.
Dean hesitated, but came, swallowing. He'd never actually sucked Sam's cock, of course, there was that time in the kitchen that was more about Sam fucking Dean's face, but this time, Sam wanted Dean to do the work. He patted his knee and spread his legs open, making room for Dean to kneel between them.
He went to one knee, his hand on Sam’s leg, his eyes on Sam’s dick. He licked his lips, then looked up at Sam who nodded. “Go on.”
“I…” Dean huffed and cracked his neck. “I don’t know what…”
Sam petted over his head. “Just imagine what you like.”
He looked at their father, who was watching them closely, then closed his eyes and reached one hand for Sam’s cock. Sam let his own hand fall away as Dean’s fingers touched him. “Just…” Dean huffed again, his hot breath making Sam’s cock harden that much more in anticipation.
Dean opened his mouth, then closed it, his eyes skipping over him. He nodded to himself and leaned in, licking over the tip experimentally. Sam relaxed back against the couch and let him figure it out. Dean dragged his tongue around the edge of the head, then opened his lips to suck the head into his mouth. Sam purred encouragingly and looked up to see John leaning toward him to see better.
“That’s it Dean. Good.” Sam murmured, spreading his legs a little more. Dean responded to the praise by taking a little more of Sam’s length into his mouth, then rising up and going a little further down. His hand circled the base of Sam’s cock where his mouth wouldn’t reach and he began stroking that hand in time with the rise and fall of his mouth.
As technique went, it wasn’t the best blow job he’d ever had, but Dean hadn’t ever had a reason to learn this particular skill. Sam made a note to get his brother some good porn to study, hell, he could get the quarterback to come over and show his brother how it was done.
Dean whimpered around his cock and Sam realized he had inadvertently thrust up into his throat. He eased back down and Dean resumed his pace of up and down. His hand not stroking Sam fell to his own cock and he whimpered more.
The sound reverberated through him and Sam grabbed for Dean’s head, taking over the pace, pushing him down and forcing him to take more of his cock into his mouth. “That’s it. Take it, Dean.” Sam growled as he thrust up. He pushed his cock up and pulled Dean’s face down as he came, shooting his orgasm into Dean’s throat and forcing him to swallow or drown in it.
Dean coughed and sputtered as Sam released him, both hands falling to cradle his cock in its plastic prison as Sam grinned up at John. Sam let his hand stroke over Dean’s head in a comforting manner before he tucked himself back into his jeans and patted the couch next to him to invite Dean up to sit with him and pointedly turned his attention to the television.
Pleasure coiled in his stomach, the kind of hot joy that came with getting something you’ve wanted for so long despite all odds, the kind of sweet victory that came only when you’ve won a fight without ever even throwing a punch. Dean settled in beside him, his head coming to rest on Sam’s shoulder. He sighed, seeming to have forgotten that he was naked as Sam’s arm curled around his shoulder and his hand came to rest on his hip.
Sam sighed contentedly and let himself drift, the television playing some stupid movie that couldn’t hold his attention, his hand idly stroking Dean's skin.
"So how long do I have to…" Dean asked after a while, not looking up at him.
Sam kissed the top of his head. "Until the night I fuck you." He kissed over Dean's forehead. Dean's expression was pained. "Why don't you and I call it a night?" Sam sat up, then stood, bringing Dean with him.
He paused in front of his father, marveling again at the turn of events. "Night, Dad." He leaned in to kiss his forehead, then thought better of it and brushed their lips together. "Dean, kiss your father goodnight." Sam stepped away and watched as Dean obeyed, then reached for Dean's hand.
Dean slipped his hand into Sam's and Sam drew him away, down the hall to his bedroom and into bed where Sam curled protectively around his body. "All mine Dean. All mine."
Dean didn't generally consider himself a whiner, but he had to admit the desire to whine just a little bit was really kind of strong. Sam had him in the damn cock cage still, three days after he put it on him, and fuck but it hurt when Sam couldn't keep from teasing him enough to arouse him.
And that was without the damn butt plugs. He was face down on the bed while Sam played with the one, rocking it back and forth, pulling it out, just to push it back in. Dean bit his lip to keep from making noise.
"Almost there Dean. Maybe tonight." Sam murmured, his hand stroking down Dean's back. "If Dad comes home tonight."
Dean dared a glance back. "What? Why does he have to be here?" He hated the feeling of his father's eyes while they touched. There was something dirty in it, more so than anything Sam did to him.
"He wants to be here." Sam said. He pulled the plug out and held up a larger one, already coated in lube. "This is the last one. It's bigger and it might hurt a little."
He didn't wait for Dean to respond. Dean felt the cold lube first, then the push of the tip. He held his breath as Sam pushed it in. "Breathe Dean." Sam murmured.
Dean hung his head and exhaled, closing his eyes against the intrusion as the plug filled him. It was longer and wider than the last and the pressure was almost too much. Sam petted over his skin. "Relax. Breathe."
He dragged in a lungful of air and tried to will himself to relax, but that wasn't easy with Sam shoving the goddamn Empire State building up his ass. It filled him and Sam caressed over his cheeks.
"Just lay still a while and get used to it. I'll go make breakfast."
Dean felt the bed rock as Sam got up, and he waited until he knew Sam was gone before he reached for the plug. He ran a finger over it, hissing as even that tiny contact made it feel like it was being shoved into him. Slowly, he rolled to his side, drawing his knees up and breathing through the rush of shame that filled him.
No matter what Sam said, there was a part of him that knew this wasn't right. The problem was, that part was small and couldn't stop him from giving Sam what he wanted…especially because Sam seemed to know what Dean wanted too, and was pushing all of his buttons one at a time.
It was humiliating, even more so with their father in the room, watching. Sam made a show of it, and their father seemed all too eager to watch, and Dean…well, Sam made sure that Dean let John see, made Dean show himself to his father, like he was being inspected.
He hadn't been out of the house, not since the whole thing with the bar and Rosy and Sam's punishment had started. He was beginning to wonder if he'd ever be allowed out again.
"Dad called." Sam said as he came back into the room with coffee. "He won't be home tonight. Probably tomorrow." He smiled and set the two cups on the nightstand and reached to help Dean sit up against the headboard. "I'm sorry."
"Whatever." Dean took his coffee and sipped at it.
"How is it?" Sam asked, though Dean got the sense he meant the plug and not the coffee.
"It's fucking huge, that's how it is." Dean growled.
Sam made a comforting sound and caressed his cheek. "No need to be grumpy with me, I'm doing it for your own good."
"Right." Dean didn't look at him just concentrated on his coffee.
"You know, I have an idea to cheer you up. I'm going to bring you home a surprise when I come home tonight."
"You want to cheer me up? Let me loose." Dean countered. "This thing sucks."
"Tomorrow, after Dad gets home, Dean. I promise. Now, drink your coffee. I'll go get breakfast."
By mid-afternoon, Dean was able to at least get to the bathroom, though he was sure his waddle was far from sexy. He was alone while Sam was in school, and he had spent most of the day laying in bed, trying not to just pull the damn butt plug out. Somehow he knew that Sam would know if he did.
Now though, he figured he should shower, relieve his bladder. Sam would be home soon, and while it wouldn't lead to relief for his pathetic condition, at least Sam had promised him…something.
He didn't have a clue what it would be, but something was better than the endless laying around. It had to be.
He relieved himself and climbed into the shower, doing his best to not play with the plug. He was no dummy. As big as this thing felt, Sam's cock was bigger…and soon, Dean would be finding out exactly how much bigger.
He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself before heading back to his bedroom. Sam would be home soon. Dean huffed and considered what he should wear, settling on sweatpants because they didn't press against any of the plastic.
"Dean?" Sam's voice rang through the house.
"Bedroom." Dean called, pulling the door open. His heart sped up as the tall figure of his brother filled the end of the hall, then sped up a little more as he realized that he wasn't alone.
He couldn't see who was with him, because Sam's big frame blocked his view. Sam grinned as he got close enough, then reached behind him and dragged his companion closer. "Dean, this is Jimmy. Jimmy, Dean."
"Jimmy?" Dean did his best not to react.
"Yeah, Jimmy is our star quarterback school."
The kid was shorter than Dean, his blond hair pulled back from his face, his eyes dark and dancing away from Dean quickly. "Jimmy here owes me, don't you Jimmy?" Sam said.
Jimmy flushed, but nodded. "Yeah, right. Owe you."
"So, I figured I'd let him pay me off here, instead of at the school."
"This is my surprise?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. This was not what he'd expected. Not that he really knew what to expect. Not really. With Sam anymore he was beginning to think he didn't have a clue.
"Well, since I can't fuck you tonight…I thought I'd let you watch me fuck him. Don't tell me you don't want to see it."
"No, Sam. I don't." Dean said, pulling away from him.
"I know you got turned on by it the other day, when you watched us under the bleachers." Sam grabbed Jimmy by the back of the neck and held him tight. "So tonight he's going to get naked and I'm going to fuck his ass while you watch…so you can be ready for tomorrow night." He released Jimmy and looked at him. Jimmy paled, then nodded and started taking off his clothes.
"Sam, seriously?" Dean tried to turn away. He tried. But Jimmy was stripped down and looking up at Sam.
Sam fisted a hand in Jimmy's hair and pushed him to his knees, though Sam's eyes never left Dean. Sam's zipper sounded loud in the room. Sam's jeans fell and Dean couldn't not look as Jimmy started to lick it and it began to harden.
"Pay attention Dean. You could learn a thing or two from Jimmy. Look how he loves my dick, Dean."
Jimmy's eyes closed as he opened his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip of Sam's cock, then closing his lips around it and sucking lightly before going back to licking, down the side and up until Sam was fully hard, then Jimmy did the impossible, he opened his mouth and took most of Sam's cock into him.
He didn't gag, even though that seemed impossible. Dean stood staring as Jimmy's eyes opened and he looked up at Sam, waiting. Sam relaxed his fist and petted his hair. "Such a good boy." He pulled back and Jimmy drew a shaky breath. "On the bed, ass up."
Sam drew Dean closer with just his eyes as Jimmy obeyed and Sam grabbed the lube off the nightstand, popping the top and slicking up his cock. He stuck two lubed up fingers into Jimmy’s hole without warning and moved them around and way before Dean thought he had done enough, Sam pulled his fingers out and guided his cock to the opening.
Dean held his breath as Sam sank into him, frozen to his spot by the end of the bed, staring as Jimmy’s ass just took every inch until Sam was laying on top of him. He grinned at Dean before pulling out. Jimmy grunted into the bed, his hands curling in the bedspread as Sam pushed in again. “Soon, Dean…soon I’m going to do this to you. Hold you down while I open you up, put my cock inside you. Can’t wait to feel you around me.”
Sam’s hips snapped forward and Jimmy lifted his head, biting off a yell.
“Gonna make you mine forever Dean. Mine forever.” He quickened his pace, his hands hard on Jimmy’s hips, pulling him back into each thrust and then pulling out as he started to orgasm, spraying his come onto Jimmy’s cheeks and over his hole. “Come here, Dean.”
Dean cleared his throat and shuffled around the end of the bed. Sam dragged his finger through the come and held it up. Dean looked at it, then flicked his eyes to Sam’s with a minute shaking of his head. Sam rubbed the finger over Dean’s lips and pushed it inside. “Wasn’t asking.”
The salty taste coated his tongue, impossible to escape as Sam shoved his finger into his mouth, then pulled it out. “Now, clean up the rest.” He gripped the back of Dean’s neck and pushed him toward Jimmy’s upturned ass and the sticky streams of cooling come on his skin.
“Sam.” Dean tried to pull away, but Sam just gripped him tighter and pushed him down until his face was pressed into the come.
“Lick it up.” Sam’s voice was cold, hard and Dean swallowed hard against a knot of disobedience. Sam leaned in, his mouth on Dean’s ear. “I will punish you.”
Dean shivered, no idea what that punishment might be, and flushing with shame at the idea that he was somehow displeasing Sam. He swallowed and nodded and Sam let him up enough that he could move his head. He licked at the nearest come, closing his eyes and willing himself to just do it, just lick and swallow and not think about what he was doing.
Sam’s hand lightened up even more and his free hand moved to point Dean where he wanted him. “That’s it, lick him clean for me. Right here, Dean.” Sam was pointing at Jimmy’s still gaping hole and Dean had to fight not to balk. Sam stuck two fingers into him and opened him up. “Make sure you get down inside too, want to make sure he’s good and clean.”
Dean dipped his tongue inside him hesitantly. Jimmy shuddered under him, making Dean realize he wasn’t alone in this, that he had no idea what this must be like for Jimmy. He licked upward, connecting with Sam’s fingers and the heated flesh of Jimmy’s ass and Jimmy groaned, his body shaking.
Sam’s fingers pulled, opening him up more. “Keep licking, Dean.” Sam encouraged, watching as Dean bowed his head and resumed his tender attentions to the stretched skin. Dean watched in fascination as Sam worked his hole open more and more, Dean’s spit easing the way as Jimmy shook more. “Now, get me the lube.” Sam said.
Dean reached for the bottle and Sam held one hand out, palm up. He grinned at Dean as Dean poured the lube, then let some of it drip down into the gaping ass. “I told Jimmy that the day he could take my whole hand was the day I’d let him go. Think he’s ready?”
As open as he was, Dean couldn’t imagine Sam’s whole hand fitting in anyone’s ass. Sam’s grin was wicked as he spread the lube around to coat his hand. He started with three fingers, then added the fourth fairly easily. Jimmy was moaning now, obscene, wanton sounds that made Dean ache to silence them. Sam fucked his hand in and out, a little deeper with each push, then he folded his thumb up into his palm and pushed relentlessly.
Jimmy’s voice dropped from a moan into a keening sound. His legs trembled. Sam hissed as he shifted his position to gain leverage and just when Dean was sure he wouldn’t make it, something changed and Sam’s hand just sank inside him.
The smell of come filled the air and Jimmy collapsed forward, his face in the mattress. Sam stood still, his hand inside the kid’s ass, his eyes on Dean’s face. “Did you just come with my hand in your ass, James?” Sam asked softly.
“Y-y-yes.” Jimmy’s voice was shattered and weak and he didn’t move, even as Sam pumped his hand up and down a time or two.
“Good boy.” Sam praised, his free hand stroking down Jimmy’s sweaty back. He eased his other hand out of him, picking up a dirty t-shirt from the floor to wipe his hand. “You’re free to go Jimmy. I won’t be needing you again.”
Jimmy moved slowly, dressing stiffly, not looking at either of them. When he was gone, Sam pulled Dean in and kissed him possessively. “Tomorrow night, Dean…you and me…gonna make you mine.”
“I’m yours now, Sam.” Dean said, leaning in to him.
“Waited so long for it Dean…been thinking about it for years.” Sam drew him to the bed and laid down. “The way you give me anything and everything…always have, everything I want, Dean. Makes me want everything.” Sam’s kiss was urgent as he covered Dean’s body with his own. “Want all of you. Can’t wait for you to give it to me, give me everything.”
He licked over Dean’s lips, parting them and licking inside, nipping lightly when Dean tried to kiss back. “It gets me hard just thinking about having you all spread out for me, having you offer yourself to me…you will, won’t you? Won’t you Dean? You’ll give me what I want?” He looked down at Dean, his face so young and innocent looking, despite the very not innocent things they’d been doing or the dirty deeds he was speaking of.
Dean nodded. “Always, Sam. Always.”
John knew his boys were waiting on him, and he knew Sam was pissed with how late he was, but you wouldn’t have known it when he pulled in. There was dinner on the table, a beer open and waiting for him.
Dean was quiet, his eyes on his plate. He wore only boxers as he sat at the table. Sam smiled at his father. “Everything okay?”
John nodded. “Yes, just took a little longer than I thought.”
“Good.”
“You boys?”
“We’re good. Impatient, but good.” Sam picked up his fork and knife, cutting into his steak. “Tonight’s the night.” He glanced at Dean, then up at John.
“I drove as fast as I could.” John responded, excited beyond his ability to reason out.
“Eat your dinner. We’ve got time.”
They ate in near silence. John was only about half way through his dinner when Dean sighed and stood, taking his plate to the sink. “I’ll be….” He gestured toward the living room and headed out the door.
“He’s a little nervous.” Sam said, finishing off his potato. “And he’s been waiting.”
“I know.” John put his fork down. “I can eat later.”
Sam grinned at him. "For the first time, I think maybe Dean would do better if you weren't actually in the room."
John started to protest, sure he was meant to be there for something so important, but Sam held up his hand. "Just this first time. You can watch from the living room. I'll leave the door open. You'll hear everything…just….not be in the room."
John licked his lips and nodded slowly. "If that's what you want."
Sam touched his shoulder as he stood. "It is. Come on, lets get started."
John stood and followed him to the living room where Dean was standing, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Now?" Dean asked, looking from John to Sam and back again.
John went to him, taking his face in both hands before kissing him lightly. "You'll be fine."
Sam turned the chair away from the television, pointing it down the hall. "Dad's going to sit here." He patted the chair and John left Dean to sit in it. "Get undressed Dean."
"What? Here?"
"Do as your brother says." John sat and kicked off his boots. Sam leaned over him and unzipped his jeans, grinning at him.
"Just getting you ready." Sam said, rubbing his lips over John's. "Wouldn't want you coming in your pants."
John heard clothing hit the floor and turned to look at Dean, standing naked but for the plastic cock cage and fidgeting. "Come here." Sam beckoned him.
Dean exhaled heavily, but came, stopping directly in front of John. Sam dug in his pocket and came out with a key, unlocking the tiny lock on the cage and pulling the plastic away. Dean's eyes closed and his body swayed as his cock filled half hard just at the relief of the freedom.
John licked his lips, half wanting to lean forward and lick at Dean's cock, but Sam was watching close. Sam pushed Dean forward a little bit so that he was leaning over John and Dean let out a tiny sound when Sam pulled the butt plug out.
"There, that's better. Now stand up and show Dad." Dean stood, his skin starting to turn pink. "Turn around, show him your ass."
Dean turned and Sam ran a hand over him, then looked at John. "Now, I am going to take Dean to his room and I am going to fuck him and I am going to come inside him and make him mine."
Sam smiled down at his father, at the lust in his eyes. He'd waited forever, and it was finally happening. He slid a hand down Dean's back, over his hip, then took his hand and tugged him down the hall. Dean hesitated just slightly and Sam drew him close, whispering encouraging words as they neared the bed.
Dean's eyes were wide when Sam pulled him in close to kiss over his lips. "Shh…it's okay, Dean. I'm going to make it all okay." Sam licked Dean's lips open and kissed him gently. "It's okay to be nervous. I promise it's going to be good."
His hand closed around Dean's half-hard cock and he stroked it a few times, watching Dean's face lose some of its anxiousness. "Mine Dean." Sam whispered. He turned Dean to the bed, his hands caressing over his naked skin, through the light slick of nervous sweat giving away his fear. "On your knees, Dean."
He hesitated only slightly, looking at Sam before swallowing and moving up onto the bed. He lifted one knee and settled it almost deliberately onto the mattress before lifting the other. Sam slipped in behind him, arms circling to pull Dean back against him, bare back to clothed chest. "I love you, you know that right?"
"Yeah, Sam. I know." Dean responded, his voice husky.
Sam let go of him and stepped back, pulling his shirt up and off. Now that it came to it, he couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough, though he'd been patient all day, not even touching himself that morning after waking up hard from dreams of fucking Dean over the hood of the Impala.
He unzipped his jeans and let them fall, his hand cradling his cock as it hardened. "Breathe, Dean." Sam whispered, as much for himself as for Dean. He picked up the lube in one hand and soothed the other down the long line of Dean's spine. He caressed lightly down to his ass, then up again, pressing Dean forward toward the bed.
He stiffened slightly, but went where Sam led. He flinched when Sam opened the lube, and Sam had to pinch the base of his cock before he could slick up so he didn't lose it before he'd even gotten inside the tight, hot ass.
Sam coated his cock first, then squirted more lube into his hand, coating his fingers and slowly circling the red ring of Dean's hole. He was open from the succession of butt plugs, but Sam knew the cool of the lube had to be soothing.
Dean relaxed as Sam caressed over and around his ass, and Sam's first finger slid into him almost unnoticed. Dean gasped as Sam moved it around, coating the inner walls with lube before pulling out and circling the rim again. "Gonna feel so good." Sam whispered, sliding two fingers in and moving them, opening them and pressing Dean open slowly.
"Sam." Dean lifted his head and glanced back, his face white and pensive. Sam leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
"I've got you." Sam reached between his legs to run a slick hand over Dean's cock and Dean dropped his head back down to the mattress. He pulled his fingers out and added a third, making Dean grab the blankets, his fingers curling into fists. "Almost ready Dean. Want you so bad."
Sam glanced out the door to their father, grinning as he could tell his father was already fisting his own cock. "Okay, Dean. This is it." Sam guided his cock to his brother's waiting ass, settling the tip against the opening. "Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly."
Dean inhaled and as he started to exhale, Sam pressed in, slow, almost half way before Dean inhaled and froze. Sam eased out again, his hand petting down Dean's back. "Good boy, Dean. Good. Now let it out again." He grabbed Dean's hips and pushed in again as Dean exhaled, not stopping this time, even when Dean gasped for air. Sam filled him completely, until his cock was as deep into Dean as he could go. Dean whined and tried to pull forward, but Sam held him. "Does it hurt?" Sam asked in a whisper.
Dean nodded into the bed. "Just…fuck…do something."
Sam pulled out slowly and just as slow pushed back in, savoring the way Dean's ass took him in and held him. "Mine forever, Dean." Sam murmured. Dean whimpered in response, his head turning to the side. "Louder…let Dad hear you." Sam said, thrusting forward a little harder.
Dean whimpered again, grabbing at the blankets, his feet looking for purchase on the bed. Sam grabbed his hips more firmly. "Come on, Dean, I know you want to…"
Dean lifted his head and curled his back, grunting as Sam stepped up the pace. "That's it, let Dad hear you." Sam slowed his thrust and focused on making it harder, on pressing his cock into Dean's prostate, on bringing his brother over the edge, whether he wanted to come or not.
He reached under Dean, stroking over his cock, and the sounds coming out of Dean's mouth changed. Caught somewhere between pain and desire, he cried out, a word that might have been Sam's name falling from his lips.
Sam wanted this moment to last forever, but his cock wasn't going to hold out, not for much longer. Sam twisted his hand over Dean's cock and buried himself inside his brother, coming hot and hard inside him. Dean cried out as the fullness pushed him over the edge and Sam's hand milked his come out of him until Dean was begging him to stop.
Slowly, Sam pulled himself back and out of Dean, his cock still half hard. He was going to need more before the night was over, but for now, he'd gotten what he'd wanted for so long. Dean was his completely.
Sam caressed over his trembling skin. "Good boy, Dean. So good for me."
"Are we done now?" Dean asked, his voice shaking a little.
"Almost. Go show your father."
"What?" Dean looked at him, frowning.
"You heard me, go present your ass to your father so he can see what I've done."
"I'm sure he knows." Dean growled, even as he was moving to get off the bed. "Fuck." He stood still as he got to his feet.
"Mmm…does it hurt?" Sam asked, sliding in beside him to kiss over his sweaty shoulder.
"What the fuck do you think?" Dean snarled, pulling away. He moved stiffly down the hall to where John waited, his own come spilled over his hand. Sam watch Dean slow down as he got there, turning his back to his father.
"Bend over Dean, spread your cheeks. Let him see." Dean hesitated, but slowly bent over, both hands lifting to his ass and easing open his cheeks. He hissed, then fell silent.
John leaned in, licking his lips, then looking up at Sam. "Go ahead, if you want." Sam offered, leaning back on the door frame to watch. John put one hand on each of Dean's thighs to steady him, then licked tentatively over his red, stretched out hole.
Dean started, then settled as John laved over the raw skin, licking up come until Dean was spit clean and shiny. Sam grinned as John sat back. "Alright Dean, that's enough. Go ahead and shower."
Sam waited until Dean had passed him, then went to John, leaning in to kiss him soundly. "He belongs to me, but if you're nice to us I'll let you play from time to time, okay?"
John nodded, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Sam kissed him again. "You should go to bed. I aim on fucking him a couple more times tonight…but you need your rest, don't you?"
"I need my rest." John echoed, shifting to get out of the chair. "And, when the semester's over, we should hit the road. Head south. Some hunts I'd like to hit down that way."
"When the semester's over." Sam agreed, watching John until the bedroom door closed. He sagged a little against the wall. It had taken a lot out of him to get this far. Dean was still a fight, every time. John though…well, his father was coming along so well it was almost frightening.
Dean slid into bed, his body aching from before and his head spinning. He tried not to think about it, about the things Sam wanted him to do, about the way he seemed to want them too at the time, about how their father…Dean closed his eyes and pushed that thought away.
It was humiliating and made him feel dirty. In fact, he was starting to think that was what was getting Sam off, more than the actual sex.
At least that was getting easier. Three weeks since Sam had taken him the first time, and he was starting to get used to the size of him and the demanding nature of his desire.
Not a night had gone by that Sam didn't fuck him at least once, most nights it was twice. They were closing in on Thanksgiving, which meant a little more than a month before they'd be hitting the road again. Dean was kind of looking forward to it. This town had gotten too small too fast and now he barely left the house, sure somehow that all the sick shit they were doing would show on his face.
The bed moved, the sheets lifting and settling as Sam slid in behind him and immediately spooned up against his back. Dean didn't pull away, though he wanted to. "It's hot, Sam." His voice sounded dull and flat, but Sam let go of him and rolled onto his back.
"Oh. Okay."
Dean frowned. That wasn't like Sam at all. He turned, glancing over his shoulder. "You okay?"
Sam shrugged in the gloom of the room. He didn't really answer. "Maybe I'll just go sleep in my own room." He sat up, his back to Dean.
Dean sat up too, reaching to run a hand down his back. "Don't be pissy. I just said it was hot."
Sam shook his head and stood. "No, I get it." He went to the window and stared out at the dark. "You probably hate me."
Dean frowned harder and stood. "Why would I hate you?"
Sam shrugged again and slumped forward, leaning on the windowsill. "You never even look at me unless I tell you to…you shower as soon as I let you go…the only time you let me touch you is when we're…"
Dean circled the bed. "I don't hate you." Dean meant that. He could never hate his brother. Even when he didn't really like the things they did together. "I love you, Sam."
Sam shook his head. "Not like I love you. I tried to make it work Dean…but you don't. I can see it in your eyes." Sam's eyes flicked over him and Dean flinched. They were cold eyes, not filled with the love on Sam's lips. Dean wanted to look away, but he couldn't.
Sam turned, running his hands down Dean's arms. "Why don't you love me back Dean?"
Dean lifted a hand to cup Sam's cheek and he leaned in to brush their lips together. "I do love you, Sam. Always loved you."
Sam's kiss was gentle and when he pulled back his eyes were closed, his forehead pressed to Dean's. "What is it then? Why do you fight so hard?"
Dean wasn't sure what it was he was supposed to be fighting. He only knew that what he saw in Sam scared him sometimes. "I'm afraid." Dean whispered.
Sam pulled back, looking down at him. "Of me?"
Dean sighed and stepped back. For the moment he felt like he could breathe, maybe for the first time in a long time. "For you," he answered. "You've changed, Sammy…and sometimes…" He shook his head and looked away. "Sometimes it scares me." He turned his back, suddenly realizing he was naked and a flush of something like shame filling him. "You want things I can't give you…things I shouldn't give you…and it isn't right…" He shivered, the air in the room suddenly colder than it had been. "I don't know what's happened to us, Sam…"
The room was silent and for a long time neither of them moved, then Sam was touching him, turning him, his face wet with tears. "I'm going to make it right Dean. I'm going to show you how beautiful it can be. Okay? You'll wait for me right?"
Dean shook his head, trying to figure out what Sam meant. "Of course."
Sam kissed him and left him standing there alone. Dean heard the front door open and close, and slowly went to the bed, sinking down onto it, trying to reason through what had just happened.
His brother was gone a long time, and Dean dozed in the silence alone. It was nearly midnight when he heard voices and sat up. Sam was talking, though Dean couldn't make out the other voice. They came down the hall, stopping outside Dean's room.
The door opened and the voices dropped to a whisper, then fell silent. In the dark Dean could just make out Sam's figure as he slipped into the room. "Sam?"
Sam came to the bed, crawling across it to kiss Dean, pressing him back into the sheets. "Shh…its okay."
"Shit, Sam, you're burning up." Dean whispered, the touch of Sam's skin hot against his.
"It's okay." Sam responded, his hands moving the sheets aside. "Tell me you love me."
"You know I do." Dean answered.
Sam shook his head. "Need to hear the words."
"I love you." Dean obeyed, closing his eyes as Sam's mouth roamed over his skin.
"Do anything for me?" Sam asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, Sam. Anything."
"Give me anything I wanted?" Sam looked down at him, his eyes dark.
Dean nodded slowly. "Anything, Sam."
Sam kissed him again, his tongue delving into Dean's mouth, claiming him, possessing him. "I want everything." Sam whispered. "Give me everything."
All the heat of Sam's body pressed against him and Dean couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only nod…because he could never say no to Sam, never deny him. "Yes, Sam. Everything."
Dean's body tightened, his cock hardening even as Sam's cock filled him and the fire raged in their skin, burning away any thought but this, Sam and giving Sam what he wanted, what he needed.
Sam fucked him wildly and Dean could hear himself screaming, the bed slamming into the wall as the night pressed in around them. Sam's come was hot inside him and still Sam fucked him…only it wasn't Sam…or it was…and Dean wasn't sure anymore of anything, only that he was falling into a hole.