You belong To Me Chapter One
Warning, I'm going to sick, kinky, and twisted in this fic.
Dean should have been used to this sleeping position, but he wasn't. Every part of him ached. His nipples were sore from the clamps and his penis was hard as a rock, as it was supposed to be. But that didn't stop it from being painful, the cock ring just made it worse. Dean didn't want to make the same mistake of coming when he wasn't given permission too again. His backside and rump was still sore from that beating. Sam was furious when he had found out Dean had came. Despite Dean's protest and pleading behind the gag Sam still sent him to the punishment room without remorse.
He listened to Sam's snoring as he triedto fall asleep. He knew he needed all the rest Sam allowed him to have. Being Sam's pet was a full time, and exhausting, job. He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to fall asleep.
When he woke he heard a soft voice whispering into his ear.
"Wake up, pet." It was morning. He grunted in response and felt the blindfold be removed from him. He looked at Sam who smiled at him. "Did you dream of anything good?" Of course Dean couldn't answer. Quietly Sam undid the bondage and Dean knelt in the cage as the door was being opened. Calmly Sam tied Dean's arms, than, and forced them behind his back. Dean could only walk by scooting on his knees. "You want some breakfast boy?" Sam asked in that special degrading voice of his. Dean nodded his head, eagerly, though. A bowl of oatmeal was placed before him as the gag removed. Of course Dean couldn't use his hands, that's why they were tied. His face always burned as he was forced to lap up the meal, just like a dog. He was fed some water and finally his hands were untied. Sam picked up his leash.
"You want to go outside? Go to the bathroom boy?" Dean desperatly needed to relieve himself so despite how sick he felt hearing that question he nodded eagerly, wiggling his bottom a little as if he had a tail. Sam smiled and he could tell that this pleased him immensly. "Good boy, you'v been such a good little pet lately!" Sam praised as he clipped on the leash. He tugged at it and obediently Dean followed.
He flushed as he saw Sam's demon followers out there.
"Pet's don't care about people, in fact they love attention," Sam told him firmly. "Now take a piss, we don't have all day." Still flushing Dean quickly did what he was told. The cock ring always made it painful for him but Sam refused to take it off. It was to be on at all times. "Now, do you need to take a shit?" Sam asked bluntly and thankfully he shook his head. "Good." He unclipped the leash and ungagged him. "How about a little game of fetch?" He held out a shiny red ball and Dean's blush grew deeper. He hated that degrading game and he knew that Sam knew it. That Sam loved that he hated it. But he was still so tired of disobeying.
Sam tossed the boll softly and gritting his teeth, Dean scampered off to catch it. He heard Sam and his followers laughing as he caught the ball and picked it up. These clamps and the ring made it difficult to run. Thankfully the game only lasted a little while before Sam went back inside. After gagging him again, Sam ordered him back in the cage and tied him quickly back up as he went to the map and his followered surrounded him as they made more and more plans. He also added earplugs so Dean wouldn't hear what he was planning. Dean hated not being able to hear anything. At least Sam left the blindfold off.
He stayed in that cage, unable to move, staring at Sam's back while straining to hear something. But everything was silent. And than suddenly he saw that Sam was leaving. The others were leaving too. Panic filled him. Was he going to be by himself in this cage all day? He swallowed, unsure of whether he could take it. He stiffened when he saw one of Sam's demon followers come back in and smile at him. Slowly the demon advanced towards his cage and started to idly play with his penis and the clamps. Dean groaned and twisted as the follower started to pump his cock, trying to make him come. Dean pleaded behind the gag and groaned. Suddenly he saw the demon's eyes widen and his body stiffen before falling limp. On his back was the silever knife. Behind him was Sam. Quietly Sam knelt down and removed the ear plugs. "Did he hurt you, pet?" He asked softly and slowly Dean shook his head the best he could in his collar. "I'm sorry, I was just putting stuff in the car, I was going to come back for you, Dean. I didn't know that he was going to do that." He smiled. "I know what he was trying to do, don't worry, you won't be in trouble. This wasn't your fault." He scratched Dean behind the ear. "Nobody touches my dog without my permission. And you're my dog, aren't you boy?"
Dean said nothing, but he sighed. For once he was relieved to see Sam. Who knows what that demon could have done to him and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. He shivered. Quickly Sam untied him and unlocked the cage. Dean gratefully slunk out and even though he was gagged he attempted to kiss Sam's hand in grattitude. Sam ruffled his hair. "Good boy," he said. "We can't leave yet," he said. He showed Dean four more dildos. Dean groaned, knowing what Sam was going to to. Sam loved to stretch his anus, to see how far he could get away with things. He groaned as felt them being shoved in there. Tears filled his eyes. The one from last night was already nudged in deeply. "Good boy," Sam breathed again. "Good Deany."
Dean grunted at that new nickname. How much more of this was he supposed to endure? Finally Sam was finished and tears were rolling down his cheeks. Sam merely smiled at them before tugging on his leash and slowly and relunctantly he followed, escape looking more and more unlikely....
Dean should have been used to this sleeping position, but he wasn't. Every part of him ached. His nipples were sore from the clamps and his penis was hard as a rock, as it was supposed to be. But that didn't stop it from being painful, the cock ring just made it worse. Dean didn't want to make the same mistake of coming when he wasn't given permission too again. His backside and rump was still sore from that beating. Sam was furious when he had found out Dean had came. Despite Dean's protest and pleading behind the gag Sam still sent him to the punishment room without remorse.
He listened to Sam's snoring as he triedto fall asleep. He knew he needed all the rest Sam allowed him to have. Being Sam's pet was a full time, and exhausting, job. He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to fall asleep.
When he woke he heard a soft voice whispering into his ear.
"Wake up, pet." It was morning. He grunted in response and felt the blindfold be removed from him. He looked at Sam who smiled at him. "Did you dream of anything good?" Of course Dean couldn't answer. Quietly Sam undid the bondage and Dean knelt in the cage as the door was being opened. Calmly Sam tied Dean's arms, than, and forced them behind his back. Dean could only walk by scooting on his knees. "You want some breakfast boy?" Sam asked in that special degrading voice of his. Dean nodded his head, eagerly, though. A bowl of oatmeal was placed before him as the gag removed. Of course Dean couldn't use his hands, that's why they were tied. His face always burned as he was forced to lap up the meal, just like a dog. He was fed some water and finally his hands were untied. Sam picked up his leash.
"You want to go outside? Go to the bathroom boy?" Dean desperatly needed to relieve himself so despite how sick he felt hearing that question he nodded eagerly, wiggling his bottom a little as if he had a tail. Sam smiled and he could tell that this pleased him immensly. "Good boy, you'v been such a good little pet lately!" Sam praised as he clipped on the leash. He tugged at it and obediently Dean followed.
He flushed as he saw Sam's demon followers out there.
"Pet's don't care about people, in fact they love attention," Sam told him firmly. "Now take a piss, we don't have all day." Still flushing Dean quickly did what he was told. The cock ring always made it painful for him but Sam refused to take it off. It was to be on at all times. "Now, do you need to take a shit?" Sam asked bluntly and thankfully he shook his head. "Good." He unclipped the leash and ungagged him. "How about a little game of fetch?" He held out a shiny red ball and Dean's blush grew deeper. He hated that degrading game and he knew that Sam knew it. That Sam loved that he hated it. But he was still so tired of disobeying.
Sam tossed the boll softly and gritting his teeth, Dean scampered off to catch it. He heard Sam and his followers laughing as he caught the ball and picked it up. These clamps and the ring made it difficult to run. Thankfully the game only lasted a little while before Sam went back inside. After gagging him again, Sam ordered him back in the cage and tied him quickly back up as he went to the map and his followered surrounded him as they made more and more plans. He also added earplugs so Dean wouldn't hear what he was planning. Dean hated not being able to hear anything. At least Sam left the blindfold off.
He stayed in that cage, unable to move, staring at Sam's back while straining to hear something. But everything was silent. And than suddenly he saw that Sam was leaving. The others were leaving too. Panic filled him. Was he going to be by himself in this cage all day? He swallowed, unsure of whether he could take it. He stiffened when he saw one of Sam's demon followers come back in and smile at him. Slowly the demon advanced towards his cage and started to idly play with his penis and the clamps. Dean groaned and twisted as the follower started to pump his cock, trying to make him come. Dean pleaded behind the gag and groaned. Suddenly he saw the demon's eyes widen and his body stiffen before falling limp. On his back was the silever knife. Behind him was Sam. Quietly Sam knelt down and removed the ear plugs. "Did he hurt you, pet?" He asked softly and slowly Dean shook his head the best he could in his collar. "I'm sorry, I was just putting stuff in the car, I was going to come back for you, Dean. I didn't know that he was going to do that." He smiled. "I know what he was trying to do, don't worry, you won't be in trouble. This wasn't your fault." He scratched Dean behind the ear. "Nobody touches my dog without my permission. And you're my dog, aren't you boy?"
Dean said nothing, but he sighed. For once he was relieved to see Sam. Who knows what that demon could have done to him and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. He shivered. Quickly Sam untied him and unlocked the cage. Dean gratefully slunk out and even though he was gagged he attempted to kiss Sam's hand in grattitude. Sam ruffled his hair. "Good boy," he said. "We can't leave yet," he said. He showed Dean four more dildos. Dean groaned, knowing what Sam was going to to. Sam loved to stretch his anus, to see how far he could get away with things. He groaned as felt them being shoved in there. Tears filled his eyes. The one from last night was already nudged in deeply. "Good boy," Sam breathed again. "Good Deany."
Dean grunted at that new nickname. How much more of this was he supposed to endure? Finally Sam was finished and tears were rolling down his cheeks. Sam merely smiled at them before tugging on his leash and slowly and relunctantly he followed, escape looking more and more unlikely....