You Belong to Me Chapter 2
I warned once and I'm warning again. I'm going as kinky and twisted as I can in this story.
Before Dean climbed into the backseat Sam knelt down to put a muzzle over his face. Dean growled softly in annoyance. Even though he was gagged Sam always put that muzzle on him, though he always stayed in the car. Sam glared at him and smacked him softly over his face.
"You know better," he said quietly and shoved Dean into the back seat of the car. One of the demon followers sat next to him while the other one sat in front wit Sam. Dean stiffened as the follower smiled at him as he laid down on the seat like he was supposed to. Sam was too busy talking to the his follower in the front seat to notice much of what was going on in the back seat. He did have his hand still gripped onto the leash, despite the fact that he was driving. The leash constantly pulled at Dean's neck, never leaving him forget the collar he was wearing. The demon sitting next to him idly played with his clamps. Dean bore it silently, glaring at it with intense hatred. It didn't seem to notice.
Finally they pulled up into a place and the demon instantly stopped teasing Dean as Sam turned his head.
"Tie his hands behind his back," he ordered and smiled at Dean. "We're just getting supplies, Deany, we'll be back soon."
Quickly the demon obeyed.
"You don't think he'll try to escape, do you?" The demon in the front seat asked and Sam gave a soft chuckle.
"Look at him. He's gagged and muzzled and completly naked. He has nipple clamps on him and his hands are tied behind his back and he has dildos shoved up his ass. Do you really think he'd want people to see him like this? Not to mention that wonderful collar and leash he has on him."
Dean grunted in annoyance. He hated it when Sam aws right about things like this. No way he'd dare to attempt and escape when he looked like this.
Sam smiled at the grunt.
"See? He knows I'm right." He ruffled Dean's hair fondly before leaving. Dean laid there on the seat, hating his hands being tied behind his back. It made things so very uncomfortable. He also hated this damned muzzle. It reminded him more than ever of the dog that he had become. The dog that Sam created.
He jumped when he heard the trunk opening and tried to move around but couldn't. It didn't matter, though. he heard Sam talking and knew they had returned. What the hell were they getting? Quicly the doors opened and the same demon slid into the seat next to him as Sam and the other demon sat in the front. Sam turned and smiled.
"There, that wasn't very long, was it?" Dean managed to shake his head. "I could have left you tied up in your cage, but I figured you wouldn't have liked that." Sam scratched behind his ear. "Who's a good boy?" He asked in an excited voice. "Who's a good boy?" Dean knew what he wanted, but the thought made him want to vomit. Quickly he wiggled his ass and everyone in the car laughed. His face burned. "That's right," Sam crooned. "You're a good boy, yes you are." Could things get more disgusting? More degrading?
Sam patted him on the head again and still kept his fingers around the leash as he started the car.
Dean sighed and leaned his head against the seat as he felt the demon play with his nipple clamps again. When they got back to their place Sam quickly lead Dean back inside, the two men following him.
"I'd like some time alone with my pet," Sam told them and they nodded.
"Remember, you promised," the one that sat in the front seat dared to say and Sam smiled.
"I know, I didn't forget. You all can have a taste of him tonight." Dean flinched at that. What the hell did that mean? "Now leave." His followed quickly obyed and he smiled as he knelt before Dean and took off his muzzle. And than he took the gag off as well. Dean moved his mouth around, stretching it. Sowly Sam slid the dildos out of him, gently and carefully. Dean grunted, tears were in his eyes.
"Sh, boy, it's okay. I know it hurts like hell but soon it'll be over." Dean groaned as the last of the dildo was removed from his anus. The first time it was done to him his anus was stretched so much he bleed and Sam had to stitch him up. Even though it still hurt like hell it wouldn't bleed anymore. "Good boy." Sam opened a box. "I've got some new toys for you," he said quietly and Dean wanted to groan but was smart not to. Sam took out two clamps that were similar to the ones on his nipples. Quietly and quickly he placed them both on the loose skins of his scrotum. This time he did groan, he couldn't help it. Wasn't the cock ring enough? Couldn't Sam leave his penis alone for once? "I know how easily it is to come," Sam continued as Dean eyed the piece of weight he was carrying as he managed to slide it onto the the tip of the penis. "But this'll make sure that it stays hard. The only reason for it to slide off of you, is if your penis softens. I think this'll make it easier for you. You know that if it does soften, your penis will be wipped severely."
Dean moaned and twisted his hips.
"I know, boy, I know it's painful. But you'll bear it. You'll bear it for me." Sam sighed as he unzipped his pants. "You know what I want, now, don't you boy?" He held out his cock towards Dean's mouth. Dean knew. "I've been thinking about you all morning," breathed Sam. He lapped the balls first and than took the cock into his mouth and sucked at it with long powerful strokes. "I won't be able to have you tonight, since I'm giving you to my followers to play with." Sam added, as he started to pant. Dean felt sick at that but continued to suck and to lick. "I know you hate it when I give you to them, but they have to be rewarded and they do love you so much. Not as much as I do, no. No one can love you as much as that." Dean continued to suck harder and harder, relishing in the little power he had left. The power to make Sam weak in the knees, to make him come. And it didn't take long for that to happen. He swallowed the liquid obediently.
Sam had to take him now, he knew it. Sam ordered him to the bed and quickly shoved his penis into Dean's still sore anus. Dean moaned as Sam galloped him, going harder and harder than usual. The weight on Dean's penis was making it worse, more painful. And than suddenly he cried out in pain and Sam stopped as he managed to come inside of him in jerking motions before taking his penis back out.
"I'm sorry Deany, I'm sorry." Sam kissed Dean on the chest. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry. I just get carried away. You do something to me." He wouldn't stop kissing Dean's chest. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he repeated.
Tears were in Dean's eyes but he said nothing.
"I don't know what you do, but you do so something," Sam added. "Something to make me go crazy." He took off one of the clamps and bit at the nipple playfully. It was tender, so Dean groaned as Sam began to stroke at it. Quickly he put the clamps back on.
The weight was still on his penis, despite how swollen it was. It was still rock hard. And desperate for relief. Surely Dean would be given relief? He'd been so good. Sam ordered him up and to kneel on the floor. As he did so Dean whimpered and rolled and twisted his hips, trying to explain his pain. Sam smiled.
"I know it hurts, but you please me by bearing this pain Deany. You won't be given relief tonight. I'll make sure my followers know this when they use you. You might be given it tomorrow but you'll just have to wait and see. I might just change my mind. It's out of your control enitrely." Dean wimpered, tears in his eyes. "No wimpering is going to change that," Sam scolded. "Now open your mouth." Dean did so quickly. The gag was shoved into him and Sam ordered him back to his cage. He was to wait there until the followers were ready to use him. And like always Sam tied him to the bars so well that he couldn't move a muscle, he couldn't even move his head. And now those clamps were hanging from his balls and the weight was hanging from his penis, an even stronger reminder of this degrading life that had befallen him. Of how low he really was.
Thinking of escape was out of the question. He could only think of the pain. Finally night came. Sam stood up and smiled at him.
"Don't worry, I'm going to be watching," he told Dean as he untied the bondages. "I won't let them do anything too awful to you." He kissed Dean's forehead as the door was knocked. "Come in!" 7 of his followers entered the door. Dean started to groan, but than thought better of it. Sam smiled.
"I assume that you've come for your reward?" The others nodded eagerly he nodded. "Good, well I'll be watching, remember. And don't let him come. Don't suck his cock, it is to remain hard at all times." This time Dean did wimper, he couldn't help it. The others gave a soft laughter of approval.
Dean hated having to please these crude and barbaric creatures. Sam was bad enough. But he was in enough torture already that he wanted to get it over with. He didn't want anymore punishment, forcing his cock to remain hard was punishment enough, along with that horrible weight. Sam removed his gag and shoved him to the group.
"Have fun," he said in a soft chuckle. The others laughed and one of them grabbed Dean's collar as they shoved his head down to recieve a cock. He took it, closing his eyes, and grunted as he felt a penis slide into his anus. He bucked, only driving the penis further in him. Another person had twisted his arms and held it behind his back making it impossible for him to hold the hips of the person who's cock he sucked. As he did so he twisted and moaned, knowing it was a helpless gesture.
As soon as the person who's cock he was sucking came he swallowed and another cock was instantly shoved into his mouth. He knew there was 7 in the room but he still lost track of how many used him. He was constantly speared at both ends and his own cock was at a critical condition. It hurt like hell.
Finally they were finished. His throat ached and his anus hurt like hell. A bowl of water was set before him and quickly he lapped it up. They murmured their thanks to Sam who nodded and than knelt before him and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"You were so good boy," he whispered. "Such a good little pet you were." He kissed Dean's lips hard and shoved his tongue inside of his mouth. Dean kissed back, a surprisingly tender moment passing between them. "You've been through so much," Sam added as he reapplied the nipple clamps. Dean groaned softly, his nipples sore from the pulling. Sam held out three dildos and instantly Dean started to weep. He was too exhausted to care about not showing his emotions. This was too much, Sam couldn't expect him too....he swallowed. "Sh, sh, dogs don't shed tears do they? They are eager to please their masters. Do you want to please me, Deany?"
Quickly Dean nodded. Suddenly he did.
"Good, this pleases me. You bearing all this pain pleases me." Sam shoved the dildos slowly up his sore anus and he moaned and gritted his teeth. He allowed Sam to do it, though, too exhausted not to. Sam kissed him again before nodding to the cage. Dean sighed and crawled feebly inside of it, his entire body aching. He limply hung there as Sam tied him to the bars and shoved the gag inside of him. He wimpered as Sam's hand touched the swollen and sore cock, smiling at the weight that still hung there. "Good boy," he whispered again and Dean anwered in sighs. He felt the blindfold cover him and closed his own eyes, exhaustion overcoming him; praying that Sam would be kind enough to give his penis relief. But if he didn't there was nothing Dean could do about it. Dean belonged to Sam entirely, at his mercy, and Dean was slowly begining to realize that nothing would change that.