You Belong To Me-Prologue
Dean knelt in the corner, like he was supposed to. The collar on his neck was killing him. He hated that thing, which was why Sam made him wear it. It had been almost a full year since Sam turned evil. Instead of killing Dean like he did with most of their other friends he kept Dean alive, He decided to use him, to break him into his own little pet. Dean wished he was dead, instead of Sam's slave. But, of course, Sam wouldn't grant him that wish.
He tried to tell himself that this wasn't his Sammy doing his to him, that his Sam was long gone now. All that was left was a monster. But somehow that didn't make him feel any better. He saw Sam standing in front of a table, bending over while reading a map and talking softly to his demon followers.
Sam smiled at him as he talked to his group. Finally he ordered them to leave. He walked over towards Dean. It was now, more than any other time, that Dean wished he wasn't gagged. Sam smiled at him, no it wasn't Sam, Dean desperatly tried to tell himself. His Sam wouldn't do this to him. His Sam was....he couldn't bring himself to think of the word, dead but this Sam was definantly not his Sam.
Dean watched as his brother, or whatever was in his brother, lifted the leash that was on his collar.
"Have you been a good boy, hmm?" He asked softly and Dean glowered at him refusing to acknowledge these barbaric and belittling questions. "Come." Sam pulled at the leash and he grunted, but followed on his hands and knees. It was easier to obey. Half the time it seemed like Sam wanted him to disobey so that proper punishment could be carried out to him.
During the first few months when Sam had tried to break him he fought, and he fought hard. He refused to cave, to become this thing, this pet Sam wanted him to be.
But those punishments were exhausting and brutal. Sam showed no mercy while training Dean.
"The only reason they're not upset about me not killing you," he had told Dean. "Is because I told them I would show you no favors. You're only making this harder on yourself, Dean. No one is forcing you to do this. It'll be easier if you just accept your fate."
For the longest time, Dean refused to accept it. He still won't, he will escape someday. But for now, for now it was just easier to pretend. It was easier to follow orders instead of disobeying them. No matter how disgusting they were.
So he followed Sam to the edge of the bed. Sam smiled at him as he sat down.
"You've been such a good boy," he purred into his ear. "So very impressed with how well behaved you've been. So different from a few months ago. You've come so far."
Dean didn't react to the praise, he just sat there, waiting for an order.
"Lay down on your chest," Sam quickly instructed. He closed his eyes and sighed. He hated being on the bottom. He was never the bottom kind of person, even Sam knew that. He remembered, before Sam had turned evil, when he and his brother made soft and gentle love. Back than, though, Dean had always been on top.
He groaned, but obeyed quickly. He forced himself from making a noise as Sam shoved his penis into Dean's anus. This was what he hated the most. Because this was when the memories would come flying back at Dean. He used to love their love making, it seemed so right in every way;despite them being brothers. And now it just felt wrong and sick.
Dean laid there, limp, without fighting. Like the good little pet that he was. Sam of course, had to remove the butt plug that he was wearing. But he forced Dean to keep the cock ring on.
"To add to the fun, to spice things up," he had told him. Dean snorted at that. As if things needed spicing up.
Sam carefully removed his gag as he rolled Dean over and played with the nipple clamps he had made Dean wear at all times. Uanable to properly take a breather Sam's cock was shoved into Dean's mouth. Dean grunted in surprise but took it. The first time that was done to him Dean bit onto Sam's penis and listened in satisfaction at Sam's screams. He shuddered as he remembered what happened next. The brutal beatings and the multiple rapes and other various kinds of torture he had to endure after that.
Finally Sam came into his mouth, and like a good little dog he swallowed it.
"Good boy," Sam said again, patting his head affectionatily. He held out his hand and Dean quickly kissed it, and licked it, without hesitation. Quickly Sam stuffed the gag back into Dean's mouth.
Than with a snap of his fingers Sam pointed to the cage in the room. Dean froze. He hated the damned thing almost worse than the collar. Sam glowered at him.
"You don't want to test me, today, Dean," Sam warned. Sighing Dean crawled inside the cage. It was a tall enough cage for him to stand, and that was the purpose. He leaned against the bars like he was supposed as Sam got the ropes out. Quickly and almost professional like Sam tied his wrists and his ankles to the bar. Than he tied the collar to the bar as well, making it impossilbe for Dean to turn his head.
"You're obedience amazes me, Dean," he said quietly. "You've come such a long way, haven't you? Didn't I say it would be easier-once you've accepted your fate?" As he played with the nipple clamps Dean sighed in exhaustion. He tried to stretch his muscles but was unable too. His eyes widened as he felt a dildo being shoved up his anus and groaned. "You want to please me, don't you boy?" Sam purred as he ran his finger down Dean's cheek. "You want to please me? This pleases me." He looked into Dean's eyes. "You know what comes next."
Dean knew. It was the blindfold. Sam felt that all pets slept better if it was constantly dark, the way some owners kept a blanket over birds cages so they couldn't tell it was morning. He felt the cool cloth go over his eyes, darkness greeting him. He tensed all over, feeling more helpless than ever before. He couldn't move, anyone could do anything to him and and he couldn't stop it. He stiffened as he felt Sam teasingly play with his penis.
"Good night, pet," Sam whispered into his ear. "Sweet dreams." He heard Sam walking away and swallowed, his mind working a million miles an hour. To Sam he may of accepted his fate but he knew the truth. Even in all this bondage, in all this darkness he would never give in. He was always plotting, planning for a way to escape. To be free of this monster that had taken his brother away from him...
He tried to tell himself that this wasn't his Sammy doing his to him, that his Sam was long gone now. All that was left was a monster. But somehow that didn't make him feel any better. He saw Sam standing in front of a table, bending over while reading a map and talking softly to his demon followers.
Sam smiled at him as he talked to his group. Finally he ordered them to leave. He walked over towards Dean. It was now, more than any other time, that Dean wished he wasn't gagged. Sam smiled at him, no it wasn't Sam, Dean desperatly tried to tell himself. His Sam wouldn't do this to him. His Sam was....he couldn't bring himself to think of the word, dead but this Sam was definantly not his Sam.
Dean watched as his brother, or whatever was in his brother, lifted the leash that was on his collar.
"Have you been a good boy, hmm?" He asked softly and Dean glowered at him refusing to acknowledge these barbaric and belittling questions. "Come." Sam pulled at the leash and he grunted, but followed on his hands and knees. It was easier to obey. Half the time it seemed like Sam wanted him to disobey so that proper punishment could be carried out to him.
During the first few months when Sam had tried to break him he fought, and he fought hard. He refused to cave, to become this thing, this pet Sam wanted him to be.
But those punishments were exhausting and brutal. Sam showed no mercy while training Dean.
"The only reason they're not upset about me not killing you," he had told Dean. "Is because I told them I would show you no favors. You're only making this harder on yourself, Dean. No one is forcing you to do this. It'll be easier if you just accept your fate."
For the longest time, Dean refused to accept it. He still won't, he will escape someday. But for now, for now it was just easier to pretend. It was easier to follow orders instead of disobeying them. No matter how disgusting they were.
So he followed Sam to the edge of the bed. Sam smiled at him as he sat down.
"You've been such a good boy," he purred into his ear. "So very impressed with how well behaved you've been. So different from a few months ago. You've come so far."
Dean didn't react to the praise, he just sat there, waiting for an order.
"Lay down on your chest," Sam quickly instructed. He closed his eyes and sighed. He hated being on the bottom. He was never the bottom kind of person, even Sam knew that. He remembered, before Sam had turned evil, when he and his brother made soft and gentle love. Back than, though, Dean had always been on top.
He groaned, but obeyed quickly. He forced himself from making a noise as Sam shoved his penis into Dean's anus. This was what he hated the most. Because this was when the memories would come flying back at Dean. He used to love their love making, it seemed so right in every way;despite them being brothers. And now it just felt wrong and sick.
Dean laid there, limp, without fighting. Like the good little pet that he was. Sam of course, had to remove the butt plug that he was wearing. But he forced Dean to keep the cock ring on.
"To add to the fun, to spice things up," he had told him. Dean snorted at that. As if things needed spicing up.
Sam carefully removed his gag as he rolled Dean over and played with the nipple clamps he had made Dean wear at all times. Uanable to properly take a breather Sam's cock was shoved into Dean's mouth. Dean grunted in surprise but took it. The first time that was done to him Dean bit onto Sam's penis and listened in satisfaction at Sam's screams. He shuddered as he remembered what happened next. The brutal beatings and the multiple rapes and other various kinds of torture he had to endure after that.
Finally Sam came into his mouth, and like a good little dog he swallowed it.
"Good boy," Sam said again, patting his head affectionatily. He held out his hand and Dean quickly kissed it, and licked it, without hesitation. Quickly Sam stuffed the gag back into Dean's mouth.
Than with a snap of his fingers Sam pointed to the cage in the room. Dean froze. He hated the damned thing almost worse than the collar. Sam glowered at him.
"You don't want to test me, today, Dean," Sam warned. Sighing Dean crawled inside the cage. It was a tall enough cage for him to stand, and that was the purpose. He leaned against the bars like he was supposed as Sam got the ropes out. Quickly and almost professional like Sam tied his wrists and his ankles to the bar. Than he tied the collar to the bar as well, making it impossilbe for Dean to turn his head.
"You're obedience amazes me, Dean," he said quietly. "You've come such a long way, haven't you? Didn't I say it would be easier-once you've accepted your fate?" As he played with the nipple clamps Dean sighed in exhaustion. He tried to stretch his muscles but was unable too. His eyes widened as he felt a dildo being shoved up his anus and groaned. "You want to please me, don't you boy?" Sam purred as he ran his finger down Dean's cheek. "You want to please me? This pleases me." He looked into Dean's eyes. "You know what comes next."
Dean knew. It was the blindfold. Sam felt that all pets slept better if it was constantly dark, the way some owners kept a blanket over birds cages so they couldn't tell it was morning. He felt the cool cloth go over his eyes, darkness greeting him. He tensed all over, feeling more helpless than ever before. He couldn't move, anyone could do anything to him and and he couldn't stop it. He stiffened as he felt Sam teasingly play with his penis.
"Good night, pet," Sam whispered into his ear. "Sweet dreams." He heard Sam walking away and swallowed, his mind working a million miles an hour. To Sam he may of accepted his fate but he knew the truth. Even in all this bondage, in all this darkness he would never give in. He was always plotting, planning for a way to escape. To be free of this monster that had taken his brother away from him...