A Place In The Country Evil!Sam/Demon!John/Dean NC/17
Title:A Place in the Country
Pairing: Evil!Sam/Demon!John/Dean
Rating: N/C 17
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW and Kripke, not to me.
Summary : Written for a kink-meme prompt: Evil Sam and John take Dean to a cabin that they have outfitted as a torture chamber where they repeatedly rape and torture him into unconsciousness.
Warning: Wincest, torture, rape
Icon by the talented lightthesparks
It's too quiet in the car and Dean hopes Sam and Dad haven't been going at it again. They have a nasty spirit to face at the end of this ride and he doesn't want them going into the hunt distracted. A half dozen bodies have been found in the woods near Elmira, N.Y.. All had been male, found naked and found to be victims of sexual assault and violent sexual abuse. Dean's not convinced it's something supernatural doing the killing, but Dad and Sam seem sure of it and that's good enough for him. They were heading for an isolated area in upstate New York. It was a few hundred miles from where the bodies were found, but Sam's research and Dad's ability to spot patterns had them sure it was the right place. Dean had made a few jokes and attempts at conversation, but his father had shut him down with a reminder that he would be going in first and instructions to get his head in the game. Sam had told Dean not to worry, he was just spending the trip thinking about what he would be doing when they got to the cabin.
John stopped the car outside a large, seemingly well maintained cabin down a long, deserted dirt road. It really was the middle of nowhere and Dean commented that you couldn't find a better place to keep someone captive.
"Yeah," Sam replied. "You could make someone scream for hours out here and no one would ever hear it."
"Boys," John growled, "less conversation. Let's just get in there and get this thing started."
Dean moved up on to the porch, John and Sam at his back and twisted the handle, opening the front door. Gun in front, he spun around the door into the room and paused in shock at the sight in front of him. The large room was fitted out like a torture chamber. Chains hung from the walls and ceiling, there was a wooden frame standing on one side of the room with manacles in all four corners. A rack took up one corner of the room and a shower with a drain built into the floor another. A third was filled with a small cage, also outfitted with manacles. The fourth corner held a wood burning stove. Dean had noticed smoke coming from the chiminey so a fire was already going. Hooks on the walls held a variety of whips and branding irons and shelves full of dildoes, clamps and other sex toys filled one wall.
"Jesus," Dean muttered, "some sick fuck sure went all out here. This is some messed up shit."
"I don't know, Dean," Sam said brightly from behind him. "I'm actually kind of proud of it. I think everyone should have a place in the country where they can have some privacy."
Dean turned to tell Sam he wasn't funny and found himself flung up against a wall and pinned there. He stared at his father and Sam who were still standing by the door staring at him with eager looks on their faces.
"Sammy," he whispered as his brother approached. "What the hell is going on?"
"I built this place just for you, Dean. Do you like it? Of course I had to practice a little with all the toys before I brought you here. Made for a good premise for a hunt though didn't it?" Dean flinched as Sam came closer and drew a deep breath when Sam's eyes glowed yellow.
"I knew it! Get the hell out of him you sick freak!"
Sam just drew closer and whispered in Dean's ear. "Not possessed, Dean. Just accepting who I am and taking what I want. Dad's got a passenger though." Moving back Sam motioned to John and said "Come and introduce yourself. After all you're going to know each other so well shortly."
The demon in John's body moved closer, eyes going pure white, putting one hand on Dean's face and smiling.
Sam did the honors. "Dean this is Alastair. Alastair, my brother Dean."
Alastair replied. "The pleasure is all mine. Or it will be."
Dean's stomach dropped at the sound of his father's voice speaking in such an unfamiliar rhythm and tried harder to escape the invisible bonds holding him to the wall. Sam just laughed.
"You can stop struggling any time now Dean, you're not going anywhere until I'm ready. And trust me you shouldn't be in any rush for me to be ready. But I am getting a little tired of waiting for what I want. I'm pretty positive you're not just going to give it to me so I'm just going to take it."
"What is it that you want, Sam" Dean asked, though looking at the room he's pretty sure he already knows. "My body going to end up in the woods in a few days?"
"Oh I'm not going to kill you Dean, although you might wish that I would. I want to fuck you. Use that gorgeous body in every way possible. I want to hurt you. Listen to you scream. You yourself said this was the perfect place for it. Alastair's here because he's so damn good at this sort of thing and I want to do things that I can't do by myself. Might even bring in a few more players as we get further along. Right now though, it'll just be the three of us."
Sam raised a hand and Dean felt his clothes be cut to ribbons and drop around his now bare feet. His skin crawled as Sam and Alastair's eyes traveled appreciatively up and down his body.
"Beautiful," Alastair murmured. "I could see it in Daddy's mind of course. Very naughty the things he's thought about over the years. He might not be as opposed to this as you thought, Sam."
"You're lying," Dean grated. It was the last thing he said before his head was smashed against the wall and he lost consciousness.
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When Dean came to he was face down on the floor, wakened by cold water splashing on his face. He tried to raise his head to look around but found he could only lift it a few inches. Looking down he saw a short chain attached to a ring in the floor and stretching to something he could feel around his neck. The rest of his body was restrained also. His wrists were tied behind his back and his ankles manacled to the floor. His knees were pushed underneath him and held apart by some sort of metal bar. The position left his ass raised and totally exposed and he didn't like where this was going. He wanted to make one last effort to talk Sam out of this, but couldn't even do that. Some sort of metal contraption was stretching his mouth wide and holding it there with straps buckled tightly around his head.
He gasped and bucked in his restraints as ice cold water cascaded down his back. He jumped again as a hand slapped his ass hard then trailed down his back to rest on his neck.
"Thought you were awake," came Sam's cheerful voice from above his head. Dean turned his eyes toward the voice and wished that he hadn't when all he could see was the head of Sam's cock dangling in front of his eyes. "Can't play with a dirty toy. Gonna clean you all up inside and out before we get started. Could have done this while you were asleep, but it's going to be so much fun I wanted you awake for it so you didn't miss out." As Sam was talking he moved back down Dean's body until he was kneeling between his legs. Sam's fingers toyed with Dean's ass, sliding in and out of his crack and probing at his hole. "Ever had anything in here before, Dean?" When Dean remained silent, Sam reached between his legs and pinched his balls hard. Dean yelled into the gag and tried to jerk away, but he couldn't escape from Sam's punishing hands. "When I ask you a question I expect an answer, Dean." Sam barked, continuing to pinch his brother's sac. "I know you can't talk right now, but you don't need to to answer that. Just nod or shake your head." Dean shook his head wildly and with one last pinch Sam withdrew his hand. "O.K. then, we're going to start with something small. Pretty soon this will feel like nothing. In a few hours you'll have had both mine and Dad's," Sam stops and laughs. "I mean Alastair's cock's in your ass. Probably more than once. Not at the same time of course." His voice dripped with dark promise as he added, "Not yet."
Dean tensed as hands parted his ass cheeks and he felt something small and smooth slide into him. A moment later he was yelling around the gag as water the same temperature as what had poured down his back began to flow into him. He knew he couldn't talk with the gag, but he tried to get out "no" and "stop" hoping that Sam would be able to understand him. Unfortunately Sam did.
Sam's hand went back between Dean's legs and his attempt to speak became screams as Sam squeezed his balls hard. "No, stop, don't, won't, can't. Those are just a few of the words I never want to hear from you Dean. I don't even want you thinking them. Do you understand?" Dean nodded frantically and Sam released him and rubbed his hand over Dean's ass while he continued to fill his body with the icy water. The water continued to flow until Dean thought Sam was trying to drown him and he felt like his belly was hanging to the floor before it suddenly stopped.
Sam wiggled the nozzle a little and said "I'm going to take this out now. You need to clench that little hole up and hold this water in until I say you can let it out. Do you understand?" When Dean nodded Sam withdrew the nozzle. "I'm not going to do it today, because I'm too impatient to get to fucking you, but with my practice toys I found out this is a great torture." He rubbed Dean's swollen belly. "Does that feel like a lot of water? Well it's not. You're going to take a lot more and I'm going to plug you up and make you hold it while I play with you. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Dean knew he was expected to answer and he was about to shake his head when he remembered what that would get him. Sam's hand rubbed the inside of his thigh, brushing his balls. "I want an answer Dean and the sooner you learn the right answers the better it will be. Well, not better because it's going to be pretty fucking awful no matter what you do, but saying yes here will save your balls some pain for a few minutes anyway."
Tears began to slide down Dean's face and he slowly nodded. Sam heard his breath hitch and slid around to tilt Dean's face up as far as the chain would allow.
"Crying already! Awesome! I didn't expect this until my cock was in you. I don't know if I can wait much longer for that."
While Sam was with Dean, Alastair had been across the room, bustling about and setting things up near a small table. He had made sure Dean heard the swish and crack of the whips as he decided on his selection and the clank of the heavy metal objects he was setting up nearby.
"Sam," he called, "you know a watched pot never boils. He's not ready yet. He's nice and uncomfortable there and you don't want to rush things. Well, you do, but you do have more self control than that. Why don't you come over here and give final approval to my selection of pleasure aids. Kill a little time while you're waiting for that water to do it's work."
Sam reluctantly got to his feet with one last poke at Dean's hole, which spasmed, but didn't open. His disappointed feeling lasted just until he got to the table and saw what Alastair had laid out there. "Perfect " he murmured, happy memories of using the implements on his practice toys distracting him momentarily.
Toys for bruising Dean, for making him bleed, for pinching and crushing and just plain hurting. He was running one finger along the razor sharp edge of one of the knives when a beeping sound made him look up. Alastair held up John's arm, pressing the button to turn off the timer on the watch that was the only thing John's body was wearing.
"Wanted to make sure we knew when it was long enough. By the way," he added as they went back over to Dean, "I wanted to use the flogger on Dean's ass to start, you know, not mark him up so much at first? But Daddy suggested the strap. Said it would leave some nice painful welts that would make fucking him hurt even more. Makes you wonder what he got up to on the road doesn't it. Makes you wonder who he was thinking about when he learned about fucking a welted ass." Alastair knelt by Dean's head and released the chain holding his neck to the ground, pulling him up to his knees by his hair. "Think Daddy was fantasizing about welting up your ass and fucking you, Dean? 'Cause from in here it sure seems like it."
Dean glared at Alastair, but was glad the lying bastard wasn't insisting on an answer. He was too busy fighting to keep from doubling over from the cramps in his abdomen. Alastair helped him out with that by attaching a chain to each side of his collar and fixing them to the manacles holding his ankles in place, forcing him to kneel upright. Dean gasped as the new position increased the pressure on his sphincter and fought to keep it closed. Sam knelt in front of him and pressed hard on his belly, saying "Open up and let it out now, Dean."
Groaning with relief Dean expelled the still cool water from his body, grimacing at the feeling of it splashing on his legs and crotch. Sam saw his expression and grinned.
"Don't worry Dean. I said we'd clean you inside and out. Inside's all clean and wet for us, now we just need to do the outside." Standing up, Sam turned on the shower and laughed at Dean's vain attempt to get away from the icy spray. Picking up a cloth, Sam knelt back beside Dean and wiped his legs, ass and cock with the freezing water before tossing the cloth to the side and turning off the spray.
He hurriedly unhooked the chains from Dean's collar and freed the manacles on his ankles from the rings on the floor. Next he removed the spreader bar from between Dean's knees and pulled him to his feet with a low moan.
"Fucking, finally" he kept muttering as he made Dean's faltering legs move him toward a table in the middle of the room. When they reached the table Sam slammed his still soaking wet brother down on his stomach and clipped his manacles to rings on the table legs spreading him wide. Dean's hips hung off the table far enough that his shriveled cock hung free instead of being trapped underneath him. Sam and Alastair moved up to Dean's head and he saw that the cold water hadn't affected them at all. Their cocks, huge and hard, hung in front of his face. Alastair pulled Dean's head up and attached more chains to his collar fixing them to rings behind him on the table. He moved Dean's head forward and back a few times before shortening the chains a little and then stepped back.
Tentatively, Dean tested the limits of the chains on his neck. He couldn't move his head back much before the pressure of the collar would break his neck and he couldn't move it far forward before the chains pulling on the collar cut off his air.
Preliminaries over, Sam moved in front of Dean and put the tip of his cock in Dean's mouth. "I know you can't suck with that gag on, Dean. I can't wait until we don't need it any more. You can use your tongue, though so lick as far as you can. I want you to warm up my cock from all that cold water. Later I'll warm up yours."
Dean's tongue had just started a hesitant pass over the head of Sam's cock when blinding pain from behind made him yell and jerk forward until the pain of the collar cutting into his neck forced him back.
Sam fisted his hand in Dean's hair and pushed his cock a little further onto Dean's tongue. "You're going to want to hold still, Dean. Alastair's going to be strapping your ass for me while I'm fucking your mouth. I want you all painted up for me when I fuck that hole open. Jerking your head back and forth like that won't be good for your neck. I'll be jerking it enough as it is. Keep licking Dean. The strapping isn't going to stop any time soon and my cock's not leaving your mouth soon either. Make as much noise as you want, feels kind of good." Sam slid his cock back and forth over Dean's questing tongue for a few minutes before the sounds being forced out of his brother's throat with each crack of the strap made Sam want more. Gripping Dean's dripping hair in both hands he shoved his cock deep into Dean's throat. Dean gagged and choked but Sam's grip and the restraints on his neck held him in place. Sam set up a fast, hard rhythm, shoving his shaft brutally down his brother's throat. He would take eight or nine hard thrusts then stop with his cock shoved deep inside Dean, totally blocking his airway. He would keep it there, moaning with pleasure while Dean struggled futilely to either get air in to breathe or out to scream as Alastair continued his brutal beating. Just when Dean thought his lungs would explode, Sam would pull out enough for him to get a breath in and a scream or two out, then the whole ordeal would start all over. Sam's stamina was amazing. If he hadn't been shoving his cock tortuously down Dean's throat, Dean might have been impressed by how long he kept it going. Finally, his rhythm began to stutter and he shoved down Dean's throat with a breathy howl. Alastair's blows came hard and fast as Sam pumped his load directly down his brother's throat. Sam's breaths were shallow pants as he came down and he kept Dean's mouth pulled tight against his body. The blows from behind had stopped with Sam's orgasm. Finally, Sam pulled slowly out and Dean sucked gasping breaths into his aching throat. Sam released him and his head fell forward weakly before he jerked it back upright when the pressure from the collar cut off his air.
Sam stared down at his brother's shuddering body. He didn't know if the trembling was caused by cold, pain, or fear and he didn't really care.
"Oh, Dean. That was even better than I imagined." Sam breathed. "Alastair, come up here and give this mouth a ride. It's amazingly fun to fuck."
Dean moaned and jerked as Alastair gave him a slap on his beaten ass. He had dropped the strap on the floor and picked up a different whip, running it up Dean's back on his way up to join Sam by Dean's head.
"Don't mind if I do. Daddy doesn't mind either, Dean. If only you knew how many times he wanted to put you on your knees and make you wrap those lips around his cock. Hoping against hope he'd finally find something you were good for."
"Demons lie. Demons lie." Dean repeated the words in his head. His father would break free somehow and save him. He was sure of it. Then all thoughts were driven out of his head as Alastair fucked Dean's father's thick cock into his mouth.
The demon had one hand gripping Dean's hair, pulling his head forward against the collar's choking hold with each thrust. The other hand held the heavy rubber thonged flogger and it wielded it fiercely. Dean was once again screaming around a huge cock as the whip fell heavily on his back and bound arms.
Sam hadn't been able to pull Dean's head back far enough to get a good look at his face while he had been using him, but the horror on Dean's face as his father's cock pumped in and out of his mouth was worth it's weight in gold. As he watched, Sam's cock rapidly hardened again. He reflected that embracing his demonic side had more benefits than just amazing mental powers. His control over his own body was complete. He could have fucked Dean's mouth for hours before coming. He'd done it to his practice toys and eventually would do it to Dean. But right now there was so much more to do. Dean's cock. His ass. His nipples. All virgin territory for Sam to play with. At least virgin for the things Sam had in mind.
Reluctantly tearing himself away from the sight of his father's body fucking Dean's mouth, Sam moved down the table until he stood behind his brother. He briefly wondered if the things Alastair was saying were true. Had John really fantasized about fucking Dean? Had he considered making his oldest son blow him? Sam decided that it didn't really matter right now. Just the fact that it was John's body raping Dean would help break him. If it was true, though. Oh, how much fun would it be to let John out to fuck Dean himself. That was a thought for later and Sam needed to get busy now.
Sam reached down and cupped Dean's balls, shifting to rub his hand up and down his brother's limp shaft while scraping his nails across the puffy weals on Dean's ass.
"Doesn't look like you're having as much fun as we are Dean." he murmured. "Let's see what we can do about that." He's pretty sure Dean didn't hear him over Alastair taunting him with how much John was enjoying having his cock in Dean and the heavy thud of the flogger, but he's sure he'll have at least partial attention from his brother before long. Sam picked up a leather cock ring and wrapped it loosely around Dean's shaft adding a second behind his balls, neither tight enough for Dean to feel the hard edges of the metal studs lining them. Raising his voice to make sure Dean heard, he added "I think you're going to like this Dean. I had a lot of the toys in here especially made for you. Alastair did most of the designs for them. This is one of my favorites. When we're done here you'll have to thank us for going to all this trouble."
Sam tightened his grip and began to work Dean's cock with long, firm strokes, passing his thumb in a circular motion over the head with each pass. The afteraffects of Dean's icy shower, combined with the shock and pain he had suffered since made stimulating him slow and difficult. Sam wasn't worried about it taking too much time. He had the rest of his life (or at least the part where he wasn't out doing that asshole Azazel's dirty work) to torture his brother. It wasn't like Alastair was going to finish fucking Dean's mouth before Sam was good and ready for him to.
Slowly Dean's cock began to harden in Sam's skillful hands. When it was full enough that the twisted edges of the metal studs began rubbing his flesh, Sam dropped to his knees and, licking up Dean's shaft, gently sucked his brother's balls until he was fully engorged and his hips were trying to buck forward against the table. Sam ran his hand up to the ring behind Dean's balls and pulled it tight, almost immediately following with the one just under the head of his cock . The metal studs weren't sharp, but were twisted into different shapes that would dig deeply into sensitive flesh. Sam had learned that lesson during practice. His goal was pain, not disfigurement. He wanted Dean's cock at his disposal for a long time to come.
At the same time, Alastair pumped deep into Dean's throat and stayed there, cutting off his air and his attempt to scream. Dean struggled to get away from the pain from behind and the airway obstruction from in front but he was held tight by his restraints and could do nothing as his vision faded and the last thing he felt was his father's come pouring down his throat.
When Dean came back to consciousness, the pain in his back had intensified. Reluctantly opening his eyes, he discovered it was because he was now lying on it. His restraints had been changed. His collar was hooked to the table, leaving him unable to lift his head. His wrist manacles were clipped to the table edge just above his hips and his knees were lifted toward his chest and held wide open by bands secured near his hands. He could see just far enough to see the tops of two dark heads moving above his chest as their mouths pulled and bit at his nipples. Sam bit hard and deep and lifted his head to smile at Dean's hurt gasp. Dean cursed the gag that held his mouth open and left him unable to keep his pain behind his lips.
"Hey, Dean," Sam's hand continued to twist and pull Dean's nipple while he talked. "Welcome back. We've got a lot more to get to tonight. You're going to pass out. You're only human and it's unavoidable with what we're doing, but it's only going to make it take longer to get finished. You'd really be doing us a favor if you could just stop being such a fucking loser and stay conscious. I was a little surprised you didn't last longer last time, but Alastair says Dad wasn't. He says you talk a good game, but you've always been a little pussy." Sam smiled and turned away from the anger and despair warring in his brother's eyes, walking down the table to stand between his legs. Dean's cock was rock hard and still tightly bound. Sam gave both rings a gentle squeeze then began tugging on his brother's swollen balls.
"Alastair, let's get him set up and then we can get to fucking him." Sam's voice was deep and excited. What they had done so far had been fun, but getting in Dean's ass was the main goal and Sam was done waiting. Alastair stopped toying with Dean's nipples and went to his head to release the hook holding his neck restrained. He hooked two chains to the front of Dean's collar then attatched the other ends to his wrist cuffs and pulled them tight raising his head up and holding it there. Sam had picked up a pair of nipple clamps and handed one to Alastair. They bent over Dean again and sucked his nipples to peaks before screwing the clamps tightly onto them. Next Sam hooked a thin chain to the ring around the head of Dean's cock and hooked it tightly to his collar, pulling and stretching his cock across his belly. Eventually, thought Sam, Dean would have a ring through his cock to tie it down with, but one thing at a time. There was just one last thing.
"Take the gag out. I want to hear the sound he makes when I pop that cherry."
Alastair smiled and complied. He wanted to use that mouth without the gag and by the time Sam was finished he was sure he would be able to. He picked up a flogger and went to stand beside the table. Dean was sure to use quite a few of the forbidden words while Sam was fucking him and it was Alastair's job to correct him when it happened. His cock was pulled tight and ready to be whipped and to Alastair's delight John was as eager to punish Dean as the demon himself was. Demons told the truth, when it was more hurtful than a lie and everything Alastair had told Dean and Sam about John's feelings toward what they were doing was the (if you'll excuse the expression) God's honest truth.
Sam lubed himself up and positioned his cock at Dean's hole. He had tried dryfucking a few of the toys and while it wrung extremely satisfying screams from them, they just didn't feel as good on his cock. He was so big that even lubed up, his cock pushing hard into an unprepped ass was more than painful enough to make the toys scream beautifully. Sam stared into his brother's wide, terrified eyes and smiled.
"Please, Sam," Dean's voice was raspy and fucked out. Sam loved the way it sounded, couldn't wait to get back in that mouth and fuck it more.
"That's a good start, Dean," Sam replied, bumping the head of his cock against Dean's tightly clenched hole. "But you need to finish. "Please, Sam" what?" Sam wanted to bottle the despair in his brother's eyes and drink it like champagne.
"Please Sam, don't fuck me."
Dean's last word was cut off in a howl of pain as Alastair began to whip him, every "God, no" and "please stop", only earning Dean more lashes. Finally, when Dean could only manage choked whimpers Alastair stopped.
"We went over the list of words I don't want to hear earlier, Dean. You really need to remember them. You had it exactly right except for that one word. Now why don't you try it again." Sam watched his brother's dazed face as Dean tried to wrap his pain fogged mind around what Sam was asking. Sam saw realization and a hint of defiance as Dean finally figured it out. "You're going to say it Dean, one way or the other. Say it now or Alastair will whip your cock until you do."
Tears began to run down Dean's face and in a voice even more hoarse from screaming, he asked his brother to fuck him. Sam immediately pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of Dean's ass, his eyes locked on his brother's face. Dean had squeezed his eyes tightly shut as Sam began his penetration and Sam nodded his head at Alastair who again began beating Dean. Dean's eyes flew open and he choked in pain.
"Keep those eyes open, Dean," Sam warned. "I want to be able to see you and I definitely want you to see everything I'm doing." As Sam spoke, he pushed further into his brother's body, heart singing at the sounds his violation was wringing out of Dean. Wrapping his hands around Dean's thighs, Sam pushed all the way in with one hard thrust, his balls settling against Dean's body. Dean's passage was so tight around Sam that he just stood there without moving for a long moment, listening to Dean's gasps and moans of pain. Then he couldn't hold still any longer and began a steady, brutal rhythm of pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in again. Sam's punishing fuck went on and on, lost in the rapture of being inside Dean. Finally, his thrusts slowed, and burying himself inside Dean, he came with a hoarse scream.
Leaving his cock deep inside his brother, Sam leaned forward and, lowering his head onto Dean's heaving chest, listened to his heart thundering. He stayed there for a moment then straightened up and pulled out, sharing a grin with Alastair.
"Hope it wasn't too boring for you, waiting for me to be done. Only had to use that whip a half dozen times before he got the idea."
"I never get bored watching souls being tortured, Sam," was Alastair's reply. "Pain like your brother's is like heroin to me. Gets me high. And he just couldn't help those "please stop's" from coming out, so I got to have my fun too. Gonna have some more now though." Alastair handed the flogger to Sam and went to take his turn at Dean's ass.
"You did a good job here, Sam," Alastair approved, running a finger through the bloody come dripping down Dean's butt cheeks before reaching out to give Dean's balls a tight squeeze. At Dean's gasp, Alastair smiled and said "Just making sure I had your attention here, Dean. Now don't you have something to say to me?"
Dean just stared at him dazedly, so Alastair prompted, "It starts with please."
"Please, fuck me Alastair," was his weak reply.
"That's close, Dean, but when you're begging me to fuck you or hurt you, you will always refer to me as Daddy."
More weak rebellion appeared in Dean's eyes. "You're not my father. Fuck you." and then the screams began again as Sam brutally applied the flogger until he heard the word he was waiting for among the garbled sounds coming out of Dean's mouth.
"What did you say Dean?" Alastair asked silkily. "I didn't quite catch that."
"Please, Daddy. Please fuck me." Dean cried weakly.
"Don't mind if I do. Now remember Dean, eyes open. Daddy wants you to watch him fucking you." Then Alastair plunged in, raping Dean just as brutally and long as Sam had. After he had shuddered to his climax and pulled out he grinned at Sam. "You opened him up just enough to make it quite comfortable in there. John was a little disappointed he didn't get to break his little boy open, but he sure enjoyed the ride he did get. Now Dean, what do you say when someone's been nice enough to give you what you ask for?"
Dean stared dully into Alastair's face as Sam ran the thongs of the flogger gently up and down his cock and after a few moments whispered, "Thank you."
Alastair smiled and gripped Dean's balls tightly. "Almost Dean. Thank you..."
Dean swallowed hard. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispered.
"Very good Dean, now Sam's going to fuck you again and I'm going to get up here with you and you're going to suck my cock without the gag in. We haven't even come close to touching all the things we can do to make you obey, so be a good boy and open up and keep those pearly whites to yourself."
"How can you be hard again already?" Dean whispered.
"One of the benefits of demonic possession." Alastair replied. "One that your father is enjoying immensely by the way. He was resistant for the first few practices, but when he grasped that the final result would be getting you here, he was all in. Sam's demon blood gives him all the attributes of a full demon, only way more powerful. I'm not here just because this is so much fun. Your brother is going to lead the demon army in the not too distant future and I'm going to be right there beside him. Now open up and stop asking questions." With that Alastair pushed his cock into Dean's mouth and began giving him instructions. "Oh, that's a good boy, yes just like that. Suck a little harder right there, yes, yes use your tongue, oh perfect. You know Sam's going to be in here next and I want you to at least have a little skill to make it good for him. I'm not going to come until you at least get it a little right. You're going to get a lot better at this, it'll take some time and a lot of cock down your throat, but don't worry, we'll get you there."
Dean tried to concentrate on following Alastair's instructions with the distraction of Sam pounding his ass again, and must have succeeded, because after what felt like hours, his mouth was flooded with come. He distantly heard Alastair telling him he better swallow it all, so he closed his lips tight around the cock in his mouth until he had sucked it dry. He hadn't noticed (and what did that say about how his day was going?) but Sam had come a few minutes earlier and was up front watching as Alastair blew his load and Dean swallowed it down.
Alastair climbed off and Sam was right there taking his place, straddling Dean's chest and dangling his cock, still dripping with blood and come, in front of his brother's face. Sam smiled at the look of revulsion in Dean's eyes.
"That looked awesome. Now why don't you open up and you can get me cleaned up while you get me off."
Alastair picked up the flogger and Dean reluctantly opened his mouth and started to lick and suck at Sam's hard length, gagging at the taste of the bloody come. Finally, he had him cleaned and began to suck like Alastair had taught him. Sam wasn't any quieter during the proceedings than Alastair had been.
"So good, Dean. Good boy. Right there with the tongue, yes, oh god, harder." Sam kept up a litany of instructions and praise and Dean wished he'd shut up already, but he had figured out a while ago that what he wanted didn't figure into the equation here at all. Alastair had watched for a while, then gone to fuck Dean again and by the time they'd both finished, Dean wished they'd just fuck him to death and have it over with. But that wasn't going to happen either.
Sam had pulled Dean tight against his body as he came and after Dean had swallowed his come, he kept his cock soft and shoved down his brother's throat as he made him continue to suck. He didn't want Dean to pass out again just yet, so he pulled out, climbed off the table and just let him breathe for a few minutes.
"That was acceptable for your first few times at cock sucking, Dean but you're going to have to do a hell of a lot better to keep us happy. I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to inspire you to improve your skills, but for right now we're on a schedule and it's time to move on to something else."
Dean shuddered at what "something else" might entail and steeled himself as Sam unhooked the chain from his collar and pulled Dean's cock the other way, stretching it down and fastening the chain to a ring on the floor. Dean watched with trepidation as Sam got a small bucket of water from the shower area and Alastair busied himself by the stove. Sam returned first and dumped the bucket out on Dean's crotch, running his fingers through his brother's soaking pubes and nodding. He then picked up one of the knives and ran the razor sharp, oiled blade over his own forearm, watching it peel off his hair smoothly, before placing the flat of the knife on Dean and shaving his brother's pubic hair, leaving him bare, then dumped more of the water on Dean to rinse him clean.
Sam took the knife and, using the tip, traced a symbol lightly into Dean's newly shaved flesh. The cut wasn't very deep, but the knife was sharp and blood welled up along the line it followed. Dean's eyes were wide as they followed Sam's hand.
"What the hell is that, Sam?" he asked hoarsely.
Sam lowered his head and ran his tongue along the path of the knife, savoring the taste of Dean's blood.
"Gonna put my marks all over you, Dean," he replied. "This is only the first." He smiled to himself and thought that this wasn't even the way the mark would be finalized. He had run into a Trickster while setting this place up who had thoroughly approved of his plans and had given him the symbol he had just traced onto Dean so he could make the plans a reality. The trickster could alter reality and Sam needed that to keep Dean for as long as he wanted to. The symbol and the spell that went with it would reset Dean's body to the condition it had been in when he first walked through the cabin door. Every Saturday at midnight any damage that had been done the previous week would be gone like it had never happened and Sam could start all over again. The trickster's only condition was that Sam extend an invitation every once in a while for him to come by for a play date with his brother. Before he had vanished, the trickster had given Sam a gift.
"You're planning on carving the symbols onto him?" it had asked in disbelief. "No, no, no. If you're setting up a torture chamber for him, you should have a complete set of these." And the branding iron with the trickster's symbol had appeared in Sam's hand. Sam had grinned at the trickster in amazement.
"But won't the spell make this disappear every week too?" Sam asked it.
"Not if you don't want it to. I'm assuming you have all sorts of other symbols and claims you want to put on him and I'm sure you can find someone to make you the other irons. A slight change to the spell and you can keep all, some or none of the brands from week to week. I'm thinking you won't have a problem with doing them over again as often as you need to. Same thing with piercings. Leave the jewelry in and they'll stay. Take it out and you'll have to pierce him again too. Play with the spell. Have fun. And don't forget my invite."
Alastair wandered back from the stove and woke Sam from his reverie.
"We only have a little over half an hour before we have to leave for our meeting with Azazel, Sam. It's going to take almost that long to finish this and get him situated for while we're away, so stop daydreaming and let's get this started."
Sam's eyes flashed yellow and he glared at the demon. "You don't give the orders around here, Alastair and you better not forget who does. There are a lot of places you could be besides here and if you keep forgetting your place I'm going to send you to the worst one I can think of."
Alastair dropped his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive my misspeak."
Sam nodded and reached down to release Dean's cock from the chain and attached weights to each of the cock rings, pulling the the metal studs deeper into Dean's already sore flesh. Then he went to join Alastair, who had removed Dean's nipple clamps and was opening the box he had brought back from the stove. Sam stared at Dean's red, swollen nipples and bent down to suck one into his mouth. Dean was so out of it, it only drew a soft moan, but Sam knew he was paying attention to what Alastair was doing. His eyes widened as Alastair took a large, glowing needle out of the box, holding it by a heat shield at the blunt end.
"No, no, no.." he moaned, then screamed as Alastair pulled up a nipple and shoved the red hot needle through.He was already out by the time the second needle went in and Sam released his neck chains letting his head fall to the table. He smiled at the sight of Dean's pierced nipples. The needles, like the nipple and cock jewelry that would follow them, were another of Alastair's special designs. They would hold the heat, or cold for hours. He grabbed a dildo off the shelf and shoved it into Dean's ass before contemplating what setting he would leave it on. Another of Alastair's designs, the controls didn't set speed or vibration, they set sensations. Sam pressed the setting for cold and strapped the dildo in, smirking at the thought of Dean coming around with burning nipples and the feeling of a tube of ice stretching his ass. He checked his brother's restraints and redid the spells on them before heading upstairs to where the showers actually had hot water to get ready to go to his meeting. He figured it would take an hour to get to the meeting site, a couple more to go over plans with Azazel and another to get back. Dean should be conscious again well before he returned. Sam pictured him writhing in pain while trying to figure out a way to escape and thought he'd better make that shower cold after all.
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It was just about 4 hours later that Sam and Alastair returned to find Dean moaning and gasping as he pulled at his restraints. The moans turned to pleas as he saw them.
"Please, Sam. Please take them out. Please."
"I don't know, Dean. You used a bad word before Alastair put them in. I think we'll just cap them off and leave them in for the rest of the night. This, though," as he gave the dildo a hard tap, smiling at Dean's gasp, "this we'll be taking out. Can't fuck you with it in. Not yet anyway."
Alastair put blunting caps over the points of the needles and gave them a tug before heading over to the wall and taking the trickster's iron down.
"Want me to start heating this up now? Going to take a while to get hot enough."
Dean was staring at the iron and his flushed face paled as his eyes grew huge with terror.
"Sam," he started before Sam cut him off.
"You're going to want to watch what you say here, Dean. I'm only planning on doing one tonight, but there's a lot of irons on that wall and I'll do as many as I need to if you can't behave."
Sam drank in the sight of his brother's ashen face as he watched Alastair go to the stove and drop the business end of the iron into the hot coals. Dean began to struggle harder against his restraints, incoherent noises coming out of his mouth as he began to hyperventilate in panic.
"You're not getting out of those until I let you out Dean, so you might as well stop fighting. And if you hyperventilate yourself into passing out one second before that iron touches your skin, I swear I will wake you right back up and brand you with every iron on that wall."
Alastair had returned to the table and laid a hand on Dean's heaving chest.
"He seems a little worked up about this Sam. Maybe we should distract him until the iron heats up. Should only be about an hour or so."
Sam nodded. "I think what we were talking about in the car should be distracting enough." he replied as he removed the freezing dildo slowly from Dean's ass and began to undo his restraints. Alastair removed the weights from the cock rings and fastened the chain on the top ring back to his collar. Once his manacles were free of the table, Dean took a weak swing at Sam, and in his adrenaline fueled panic actually made it a few steps toward the door before his own weakness and Sam's power combined to send him crashing to the floor.
"Dean," Sam's look was almost affectionate as he pulled his brother to his feet and, twisting his head back, covered his mouth in a brutal kiss. "Even if you made it as far as the door, you'd never get out. It's heavily warded and you really wouldn't like what would happen if you touched it. In fact I think we'll go over that tomorrow as your punishment for trying to get away. You'll try to get out the door until I think you've learned your lesson."
Sam dragged Dean to the middle of the floor and put him on his knees facing the stove and the mirrored wall beside it. Chains extended from the ceiling over his head and Sam attached the manacles on his hands to one pair of them, tightening them so his arms were fully extended. He then wrapped the restraining bands around Dean's knees and, lifting him up and spreading him wide, attached them to another set of chains so Dean's body was suspended above the floor.
Dean felt Alastair kneel behind him and fuck up into his body.
"Just the right height, Sam. We'll have him swinging back and forth in no time." Alastair continued to thrust violently up into Dean as he talked. Sam knelt in front of Dean and slid two fingers into his brother, moving them in and out with the motion of Alastair's cock. Dean gasped in pain and tried to twist away from the extra intrusion of Sam's fingers, but Alastair's hands clamped down on his hips and held him tight. Sam added two fingers from the other hand and began to tug at the tight muscle ring, trying to loosen it up enough to slide his cock in alongside Alastair's. When three fingers from each hand sliding and pulling failed to do the trick, Sam positioned himself at Dean's hole and, using his power, pulled Dean open enough to slide his cock in.
Alastair stilled as Sam slid in next to him and Dean froze at the pain of being stretched so wide. Sam's cock was huge and John was no slouch himself in the size department and Dean's hurt cries were like music to their ears as they began to slide in and out of him.
Sam couldn't believe how good it felt, pressed up against his father's cock in Dean's tight ass and he pulled Dean's head forward to tell him so.
"Feels so good, Dean. You know we don't come until we're ready and we're not going to be ready for a while. Kept this up for hours once with one of the practice toys. You'll get a break tonight though. The iron's going to be ready in about forty five minutes and after that you'll get the rest of the night off."
Dean jerked in his chains at the mention of the iron and Sam and Alastair laughed as they rocked him back and forth between them. They alternated between slow, deep thrusts that had Dean bobbing up and down on them and brutal penetrations that slammed him back and forth onto their cocks. By the time they finally came, he hung dazed and limp between them.
Alastair grinned as he pulled out. "Looks like that took his mind off things for a while." He stood up and headed for the stove as Sam released Dean's legs from their restraints and took Alastair's place behind him, fucking into his brother as he rested his chin on Dean's shoulder and stared at his reflection in the mirror opposite them. Dean shook as he watched Alastair take the hot iron out of the fire and his mouth opened, then shut again as his terrified eyes moved to the line of irons still hanging on the wall. As Alastair began to move back toward them, Dean squeezed his eyes closed and Sam pulled his head back to whisper in his ear.
"Eyes open, Dean and keep them that way, or the next iron goes in the fire right now. And after the first one, I'll keep you conscious while Alastair and I fill your ass again until the next one is ready."
With a choked sob, Dean obeyed, and Sam found himself pounding harder up into his brother as Alastair got closer. Sam released Dean's cock from the chain holding it to his collar and pulled it down between his thighs as he spread Dean wide and held him immobile with his power. Alastair stopped in front of them and stood to the side so he didn't block Sam's view of their reflection. He just stood for a minute, letting Dean get a good look at the glowing metal up close, feel it's heat against his body, before pressing it into the newly bare skin of Dean's groin.
Dean's scream echoing through the room and his body clenching in pain around Sam's cock had his orgasm shooting out of him like an explosion. He wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and pumped into his brother's unconscious body until his cock was wrung dry before reluctantly pulling out. Sam released the chains from Dean's wrists, letting his body slump to the floor, before turning him onto his back and traceing the mark burned into the flesh above his cock.
Alastair dropped the iron in a bucket of cold water and brought Sam a small container from one of the cabinets and Sam smeared the ointment in it over the burns. It would prevent infection and the pus filled blisters that had marred playtime with the first few practice toys, while doing absolutely nothing to blunt Dean's pain. Sam looked up at Alastair.
"Go upstairs and pick out a picture and bring down the plaque. I'll get him settled for the night."
Alastair headed upstairs to the main living area. There was an office and den up there as well as a bedroom each for him and Sam. There was a third bedroom specially outfitted for times when they wanted to fuck Dean in a bed.
Sam dragged Dean over to the wall and seated him against it, clipping the back of his collar to a hook in the wall and attaching his wrist manacles to short chains on either side of his head. His ankle restraints were attached to rings on the floor so that his legs were spread wide with his knees bent. Sam removed the cock rings and ran his fingers around the shapes grooved into Dean's shaft and behind his balls. He would play more with Dean tomorrow. He grinned to himself as he thought of Alastair's special sounds and the noises Dean would make as they were forced inside his cock. There were dozens of toys on the shelves still to be played with and Sam couldn't wait for Dean to experience them all.
Alastair padded back down the stairs and handed Sam a photo.
"There were a lot to choose from, but we liked this one the best."
Sam raised an eyebrow and asked, "We?"
"Told you Sam, Daddy's all for this. Begging me to let him out for his own taste."
"Maybe, someday when we've got lots of backup. And we get that ink on him we mentioned. I want him under my control as much as Dean is. Well, maybe not as much as Dean. But until then, we don't trust him. If what he's saying is true though it'll kill Dean. Or it would if he could die." Sam's eyes returned to the brand, silently thanking the trickster for his gift.
Sam looked at the photo Alastair had handed him and grinned. The room was wired to record all the action from a variety of angles and this one was a side view of the table where Dean had been restrained. Sam stood behind him while Alastair straddled his chest. The photo, blown up to a large enough size to clearly show the subjects, caught them both mid-thrust, wide cocks spearing into Dean while their faces showed the pleasure they were taking in his rape.
Giving Alastair an appreciative look, Sam said "This is the fucking perfect thing for him to wake up to in the morning." Sam pulled a chain down until it was in front of Dean's face and hung the picture from it. He pulled another down and hung a plaque from it. It was a copy of one Sam had seen in a gift shop once with rainbows and smiley faces bracketing the platitude printed on it. Sam had felt those were not the right symbols to use when applying the sentiment to Dean, so he had had one made with a curled whip at one end and manacles with chains attached at the other. The exclamation point at the end of the sentence had been replaced with an erect cock. Sam accompanied Alastair back upstairs, tired but sated. He pictured Dean's face in the morning as he saw the picture and read the words on the plaque:
Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!
Pairing: Evil!Sam/Demon!John/Dean
Rating: N/C 17
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW and Kripke, not to me.
Summary : Written for a kink-meme prompt: Evil Sam and John take Dean to a cabin that they have outfitted as a torture chamber where they repeatedly rape and torture him into unconsciousness.
Warning: Wincest, torture, rape
Icon by the talented lightthesparks
It's too quiet in the car and Dean hopes Sam and Dad haven't been going at it again. They have a nasty spirit to face at the end of this ride and he doesn't want them going into the hunt distracted. A half dozen bodies have been found in the woods near Elmira, N.Y.. All had been male, found naked and found to be victims of sexual assault and violent sexual abuse. Dean's not convinced it's something supernatural doing the killing, but Dad and Sam seem sure of it and that's good enough for him. They were heading for an isolated area in upstate New York. It was a few hundred miles from where the bodies were found, but Sam's research and Dad's ability to spot patterns had them sure it was the right place. Dean had made a few jokes and attempts at conversation, but his father had shut him down with a reminder that he would be going in first and instructions to get his head in the game. Sam had told Dean not to worry, he was just spending the trip thinking about what he would be doing when they got to the cabin.
John stopped the car outside a large, seemingly well maintained cabin down a long, deserted dirt road. It really was the middle of nowhere and Dean commented that you couldn't find a better place to keep someone captive.
"Yeah," Sam replied. "You could make someone scream for hours out here and no one would ever hear it."
"Boys," John growled, "less conversation. Let's just get in there and get this thing started."
Dean moved up on to the porch, John and Sam at his back and twisted the handle, opening the front door. Gun in front, he spun around the door into the room and paused in shock at the sight in front of him. The large room was fitted out like a torture chamber. Chains hung from the walls and ceiling, there was a wooden frame standing on one side of the room with manacles in all four corners. A rack took up one corner of the room and a shower with a drain built into the floor another. A third was filled with a small cage, also outfitted with manacles. The fourth corner held a wood burning stove. Dean had noticed smoke coming from the chiminey so a fire was already going. Hooks on the walls held a variety of whips and branding irons and shelves full of dildoes, clamps and other sex toys filled one wall.
"Jesus," Dean muttered, "some sick fuck sure went all out here. This is some messed up shit."
"I don't know, Dean," Sam said brightly from behind him. "I'm actually kind of proud of it. I think everyone should have a place in the country where they can have some privacy."
Dean turned to tell Sam he wasn't funny and found himself flung up against a wall and pinned there. He stared at his father and Sam who were still standing by the door staring at him with eager looks on their faces.
"Sammy," he whispered as his brother approached. "What the hell is going on?"
"I built this place just for you, Dean. Do you like it? Of course I had to practice a little with all the toys before I brought you here. Made for a good premise for a hunt though didn't it?" Dean flinched as Sam came closer and drew a deep breath when Sam's eyes glowed yellow.
"I knew it! Get the hell out of him you sick freak!"
Sam just drew closer and whispered in Dean's ear. "Not possessed, Dean. Just accepting who I am and taking what I want. Dad's got a passenger though." Moving back Sam motioned to John and said "Come and introduce yourself. After all you're going to know each other so well shortly."
The demon in John's body moved closer, eyes going pure white, putting one hand on Dean's face and smiling.
Sam did the honors. "Dean this is Alastair. Alastair, my brother Dean."
Alastair replied. "The pleasure is all mine. Or it will be."
Dean's stomach dropped at the sound of his father's voice speaking in such an unfamiliar rhythm and tried harder to escape the invisible bonds holding him to the wall. Sam just laughed.
"You can stop struggling any time now Dean, you're not going anywhere until I'm ready. And trust me you shouldn't be in any rush for me to be ready. But I am getting a little tired of waiting for what I want. I'm pretty positive you're not just going to give it to me so I'm just going to take it."
"What is it that you want, Sam" Dean asked, though looking at the room he's pretty sure he already knows. "My body going to end up in the woods in a few days?"
"Oh I'm not going to kill you Dean, although you might wish that I would. I want to fuck you. Use that gorgeous body in every way possible. I want to hurt you. Listen to you scream. You yourself said this was the perfect place for it. Alastair's here because he's so damn good at this sort of thing and I want to do things that I can't do by myself. Might even bring in a few more players as we get further along. Right now though, it'll just be the three of us."
Sam raised a hand and Dean felt his clothes be cut to ribbons and drop around his now bare feet. His skin crawled as Sam and Alastair's eyes traveled appreciatively up and down his body.
"Beautiful," Alastair murmured. "I could see it in Daddy's mind of course. Very naughty the things he's thought about over the years. He might not be as opposed to this as you thought, Sam."
"You're lying," Dean grated. It was the last thing he said before his head was smashed against the wall and he lost consciousness.
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When Dean came to he was face down on the floor, wakened by cold water splashing on his face. He tried to raise his head to look around but found he could only lift it a few inches. Looking down he saw a short chain attached to a ring in the floor and stretching to something he could feel around his neck. The rest of his body was restrained also. His wrists were tied behind his back and his ankles manacled to the floor. His knees were pushed underneath him and held apart by some sort of metal bar. The position left his ass raised and totally exposed and he didn't like where this was going. He wanted to make one last effort to talk Sam out of this, but couldn't even do that. Some sort of metal contraption was stretching his mouth wide and holding it there with straps buckled tightly around his head.
He gasped and bucked in his restraints as ice cold water cascaded down his back. He jumped again as a hand slapped his ass hard then trailed down his back to rest on his neck.
"Thought you were awake," came Sam's cheerful voice from above his head. Dean turned his eyes toward the voice and wished that he hadn't when all he could see was the head of Sam's cock dangling in front of his eyes. "Can't play with a dirty toy. Gonna clean you all up inside and out before we get started. Could have done this while you were asleep, but it's going to be so much fun I wanted you awake for it so you didn't miss out." As Sam was talking he moved back down Dean's body until he was kneeling between his legs. Sam's fingers toyed with Dean's ass, sliding in and out of his crack and probing at his hole. "Ever had anything in here before, Dean?" When Dean remained silent, Sam reached between his legs and pinched his balls hard. Dean yelled into the gag and tried to jerk away, but he couldn't escape from Sam's punishing hands. "When I ask you a question I expect an answer, Dean." Sam barked, continuing to pinch his brother's sac. "I know you can't talk right now, but you don't need to to answer that. Just nod or shake your head." Dean shook his head wildly and with one last pinch Sam withdrew his hand. "O.K. then, we're going to start with something small. Pretty soon this will feel like nothing. In a few hours you'll have had both mine and Dad's," Sam stops and laughs. "I mean Alastair's cock's in your ass. Probably more than once. Not at the same time of course." His voice dripped with dark promise as he added, "Not yet."
Dean tensed as hands parted his ass cheeks and he felt something small and smooth slide into him. A moment later he was yelling around the gag as water the same temperature as what had poured down his back began to flow into him. He knew he couldn't talk with the gag, but he tried to get out "no" and "stop" hoping that Sam would be able to understand him. Unfortunately Sam did.
Sam's hand went back between Dean's legs and his attempt to speak became screams as Sam squeezed his balls hard. "No, stop, don't, won't, can't. Those are just a few of the words I never want to hear from you Dean. I don't even want you thinking them. Do you understand?" Dean nodded frantically and Sam released him and rubbed his hand over Dean's ass while he continued to fill his body with the icy water. The water continued to flow until Dean thought Sam was trying to drown him and he felt like his belly was hanging to the floor before it suddenly stopped.
Sam wiggled the nozzle a little and said "I'm going to take this out now. You need to clench that little hole up and hold this water in until I say you can let it out. Do you understand?" When Dean nodded Sam withdrew the nozzle. "I'm not going to do it today, because I'm too impatient to get to fucking you, but with my practice toys I found out this is a great torture." He rubbed Dean's swollen belly. "Does that feel like a lot of water? Well it's not. You're going to take a lot more and I'm going to plug you up and make you hold it while I play with you. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Dean knew he was expected to answer and he was about to shake his head when he remembered what that would get him. Sam's hand rubbed the inside of his thigh, brushing his balls. "I want an answer Dean and the sooner you learn the right answers the better it will be. Well, not better because it's going to be pretty fucking awful no matter what you do, but saying yes here will save your balls some pain for a few minutes anyway."
Tears began to slide down Dean's face and he slowly nodded. Sam heard his breath hitch and slid around to tilt Dean's face up as far as the chain would allow.
"Crying already! Awesome! I didn't expect this until my cock was in you. I don't know if I can wait much longer for that."
While Sam was with Dean, Alastair had been across the room, bustling about and setting things up near a small table. He had made sure Dean heard the swish and crack of the whips as he decided on his selection and the clank of the heavy metal objects he was setting up nearby.
"Sam," he called, "you know a watched pot never boils. He's not ready yet. He's nice and uncomfortable there and you don't want to rush things. Well, you do, but you do have more self control than that. Why don't you come over here and give final approval to my selection of pleasure aids. Kill a little time while you're waiting for that water to do it's work."
Sam reluctantly got to his feet with one last poke at Dean's hole, which spasmed, but didn't open. His disappointed feeling lasted just until he got to the table and saw what Alastair had laid out there. "Perfect " he murmured, happy memories of using the implements on his practice toys distracting him momentarily.
Toys for bruising Dean, for making him bleed, for pinching and crushing and just plain hurting. He was running one finger along the razor sharp edge of one of the knives when a beeping sound made him look up. Alastair held up John's arm, pressing the button to turn off the timer on the watch that was the only thing John's body was wearing.
"Wanted to make sure we knew when it was long enough. By the way," he added as they went back over to Dean, "I wanted to use the flogger on Dean's ass to start, you know, not mark him up so much at first? But Daddy suggested the strap. Said it would leave some nice painful welts that would make fucking him hurt even more. Makes you wonder what he got up to on the road doesn't it. Makes you wonder who he was thinking about when he learned about fucking a welted ass." Alastair knelt by Dean's head and released the chain holding his neck to the ground, pulling him up to his knees by his hair. "Think Daddy was fantasizing about welting up your ass and fucking you, Dean? 'Cause from in here it sure seems like it."
Dean glared at Alastair, but was glad the lying bastard wasn't insisting on an answer. He was too busy fighting to keep from doubling over from the cramps in his abdomen. Alastair helped him out with that by attaching a chain to each side of his collar and fixing them to the manacles holding his ankles in place, forcing him to kneel upright. Dean gasped as the new position increased the pressure on his sphincter and fought to keep it closed. Sam knelt in front of him and pressed hard on his belly, saying "Open up and let it out now, Dean."
Groaning with relief Dean expelled the still cool water from his body, grimacing at the feeling of it splashing on his legs and crotch. Sam saw his expression and grinned.
"Don't worry Dean. I said we'd clean you inside and out. Inside's all clean and wet for us, now we just need to do the outside." Standing up, Sam turned on the shower and laughed at Dean's vain attempt to get away from the icy spray. Picking up a cloth, Sam knelt back beside Dean and wiped his legs, ass and cock with the freezing water before tossing the cloth to the side and turning off the spray.
He hurriedly unhooked the chains from Dean's collar and freed the manacles on his ankles from the rings on the floor. Next he removed the spreader bar from between Dean's knees and pulled him to his feet with a low moan.
"Fucking, finally" he kept muttering as he made Dean's faltering legs move him toward a table in the middle of the room. When they reached the table Sam slammed his still soaking wet brother down on his stomach and clipped his manacles to rings on the table legs spreading him wide. Dean's hips hung off the table far enough that his shriveled cock hung free instead of being trapped underneath him. Sam and Alastair moved up to Dean's head and he saw that the cold water hadn't affected them at all. Their cocks, huge and hard, hung in front of his face. Alastair pulled Dean's head up and attached more chains to his collar fixing them to rings behind him on the table. He moved Dean's head forward and back a few times before shortening the chains a little and then stepped back.
Tentatively, Dean tested the limits of the chains on his neck. He couldn't move his head back much before the pressure of the collar would break his neck and he couldn't move it far forward before the chains pulling on the collar cut off his air.
Preliminaries over, Sam moved in front of Dean and put the tip of his cock in Dean's mouth. "I know you can't suck with that gag on, Dean. I can't wait until we don't need it any more. You can use your tongue, though so lick as far as you can. I want you to warm up my cock from all that cold water. Later I'll warm up yours."
Dean's tongue had just started a hesitant pass over the head of Sam's cock when blinding pain from behind made him yell and jerk forward until the pain of the collar cutting into his neck forced him back.
Sam fisted his hand in Dean's hair and pushed his cock a little further onto Dean's tongue. "You're going to want to hold still, Dean. Alastair's going to be strapping your ass for me while I'm fucking your mouth. I want you all painted up for me when I fuck that hole open. Jerking your head back and forth like that won't be good for your neck. I'll be jerking it enough as it is. Keep licking Dean. The strapping isn't going to stop any time soon and my cock's not leaving your mouth soon either. Make as much noise as you want, feels kind of good." Sam slid his cock back and forth over Dean's questing tongue for a few minutes before the sounds being forced out of his brother's throat with each crack of the strap made Sam want more. Gripping Dean's dripping hair in both hands he shoved his cock deep into Dean's throat. Dean gagged and choked but Sam's grip and the restraints on his neck held him in place. Sam set up a fast, hard rhythm, shoving his shaft brutally down his brother's throat. He would take eight or nine hard thrusts then stop with his cock shoved deep inside Dean, totally blocking his airway. He would keep it there, moaning with pleasure while Dean struggled futilely to either get air in to breathe or out to scream as Alastair continued his brutal beating. Just when Dean thought his lungs would explode, Sam would pull out enough for him to get a breath in and a scream or two out, then the whole ordeal would start all over. Sam's stamina was amazing. If he hadn't been shoving his cock tortuously down Dean's throat, Dean might have been impressed by how long he kept it going. Finally, his rhythm began to stutter and he shoved down Dean's throat with a breathy howl. Alastair's blows came hard and fast as Sam pumped his load directly down his brother's throat. Sam's breaths were shallow pants as he came down and he kept Dean's mouth pulled tight against his body. The blows from behind had stopped with Sam's orgasm. Finally, Sam pulled slowly out and Dean sucked gasping breaths into his aching throat. Sam released him and his head fell forward weakly before he jerked it back upright when the pressure from the collar cut off his air.
Sam stared down at his brother's shuddering body. He didn't know if the trembling was caused by cold, pain, or fear and he didn't really care.
"Oh, Dean. That was even better than I imagined." Sam breathed. "Alastair, come up here and give this mouth a ride. It's amazingly fun to fuck."
Dean moaned and jerked as Alastair gave him a slap on his beaten ass. He had dropped the strap on the floor and picked up a different whip, running it up Dean's back on his way up to join Sam by Dean's head.
"Don't mind if I do. Daddy doesn't mind either, Dean. If only you knew how many times he wanted to put you on your knees and make you wrap those lips around his cock. Hoping against hope he'd finally find something you were good for."
"Demons lie. Demons lie." Dean repeated the words in his head. His father would break free somehow and save him. He was sure of it. Then all thoughts were driven out of his head as Alastair fucked Dean's father's thick cock into his mouth.
The demon had one hand gripping Dean's hair, pulling his head forward against the collar's choking hold with each thrust. The other hand held the heavy rubber thonged flogger and it wielded it fiercely. Dean was once again screaming around a huge cock as the whip fell heavily on his back and bound arms.
Sam hadn't been able to pull Dean's head back far enough to get a good look at his face while he had been using him, but the horror on Dean's face as his father's cock pumped in and out of his mouth was worth it's weight in gold. As he watched, Sam's cock rapidly hardened again. He reflected that embracing his demonic side had more benefits than just amazing mental powers. His control over his own body was complete. He could have fucked Dean's mouth for hours before coming. He'd done it to his practice toys and eventually would do it to Dean. But right now there was so much more to do. Dean's cock. His ass. His nipples. All virgin territory for Sam to play with. At least virgin for the things Sam had in mind.
Reluctantly tearing himself away from the sight of his father's body fucking Dean's mouth, Sam moved down the table until he stood behind his brother. He briefly wondered if the things Alastair was saying were true. Had John really fantasized about fucking Dean? Had he considered making his oldest son blow him? Sam decided that it didn't really matter right now. Just the fact that it was John's body raping Dean would help break him. If it was true, though. Oh, how much fun would it be to let John out to fuck Dean himself. That was a thought for later and Sam needed to get busy now.
Sam reached down and cupped Dean's balls, shifting to rub his hand up and down his brother's limp shaft while scraping his nails across the puffy weals on Dean's ass.
"Doesn't look like you're having as much fun as we are Dean." he murmured. "Let's see what we can do about that." He's pretty sure Dean didn't hear him over Alastair taunting him with how much John was enjoying having his cock in Dean and the heavy thud of the flogger, but he's sure he'll have at least partial attention from his brother before long. Sam picked up a leather cock ring and wrapped it loosely around Dean's shaft adding a second behind his balls, neither tight enough for Dean to feel the hard edges of the metal studs lining them. Raising his voice to make sure Dean heard, he added "I think you're going to like this Dean. I had a lot of the toys in here especially made for you. Alastair did most of the designs for them. This is one of my favorites. When we're done here you'll have to thank us for going to all this trouble."
Sam tightened his grip and began to work Dean's cock with long, firm strokes, passing his thumb in a circular motion over the head with each pass. The afteraffects of Dean's icy shower, combined with the shock and pain he had suffered since made stimulating him slow and difficult. Sam wasn't worried about it taking too much time. He had the rest of his life (or at least the part where he wasn't out doing that asshole Azazel's dirty work) to torture his brother. It wasn't like Alastair was going to finish fucking Dean's mouth before Sam was good and ready for him to.
Slowly Dean's cock began to harden in Sam's skillful hands. When it was full enough that the twisted edges of the metal studs began rubbing his flesh, Sam dropped to his knees and, licking up Dean's shaft, gently sucked his brother's balls until he was fully engorged and his hips were trying to buck forward against the table. Sam ran his hand up to the ring behind Dean's balls and pulled it tight, almost immediately following with the one just under the head of his cock . The metal studs weren't sharp, but were twisted into different shapes that would dig deeply into sensitive flesh. Sam had learned that lesson during practice. His goal was pain, not disfigurement. He wanted Dean's cock at his disposal for a long time to come.
At the same time, Alastair pumped deep into Dean's throat and stayed there, cutting off his air and his attempt to scream. Dean struggled to get away from the pain from behind and the airway obstruction from in front but he was held tight by his restraints and could do nothing as his vision faded and the last thing he felt was his father's come pouring down his throat.
When Dean came back to consciousness, the pain in his back had intensified. Reluctantly opening his eyes, he discovered it was because he was now lying on it. His restraints had been changed. His collar was hooked to the table, leaving him unable to lift his head. His wrist manacles were clipped to the table edge just above his hips and his knees were lifted toward his chest and held wide open by bands secured near his hands. He could see just far enough to see the tops of two dark heads moving above his chest as their mouths pulled and bit at his nipples. Sam bit hard and deep and lifted his head to smile at Dean's hurt gasp. Dean cursed the gag that held his mouth open and left him unable to keep his pain behind his lips.
"Hey, Dean," Sam's hand continued to twist and pull Dean's nipple while he talked. "Welcome back. We've got a lot more to get to tonight. You're going to pass out. You're only human and it's unavoidable with what we're doing, but it's only going to make it take longer to get finished. You'd really be doing us a favor if you could just stop being such a fucking loser and stay conscious. I was a little surprised you didn't last longer last time, but Alastair says Dad wasn't. He says you talk a good game, but you've always been a little pussy." Sam smiled and turned away from the anger and despair warring in his brother's eyes, walking down the table to stand between his legs. Dean's cock was rock hard and still tightly bound. Sam gave both rings a gentle squeeze then began tugging on his brother's swollen balls.
"Alastair, let's get him set up and then we can get to fucking him." Sam's voice was deep and excited. What they had done so far had been fun, but getting in Dean's ass was the main goal and Sam was done waiting. Alastair stopped toying with Dean's nipples and went to his head to release the hook holding his neck restrained. He hooked two chains to the front of Dean's collar then attatched the other ends to his wrist cuffs and pulled them tight raising his head up and holding it there. Sam had picked up a pair of nipple clamps and handed one to Alastair. They bent over Dean again and sucked his nipples to peaks before screwing the clamps tightly onto them. Next Sam hooked a thin chain to the ring around the head of Dean's cock and hooked it tightly to his collar, pulling and stretching his cock across his belly. Eventually, thought Sam, Dean would have a ring through his cock to tie it down with, but one thing at a time. There was just one last thing.
"Take the gag out. I want to hear the sound he makes when I pop that cherry."
Alastair smiled and complied. He wanted to use that mouth without the gag and by the time Sam was finished he was sure he would be able to. He picked up a flogger and went to stand beside the table. Dean was sure to use quite a few of the forbidden words while Sam was fucking him and it was Alastair's job to correct him when it happened. His cock was pulled tight and ready to be whipped and to Alastair's delight John was as eager to punish Dean as the demon himself was. Demons told the truth, when it was more hurtful than a lie and everything Alastair had told Dean and Sam about John's feelings toward what they were doing was the (if you'll excuse the expression) God's honest truth.
Sam lubed himself up and positioned his cock at Dean's hole. He had tried dryfucking a few of the toys and while it wrung extremely satisfying screams from them, they just didn't feel as good on his cock. He was so big that even lubed up, his cock pushing hard into an unprepped ass was more than painful enough to make the toys scream beautifully. Sam stared into his brother's wide, terrified eyes and smiled.
"Please, Sam," Dean's voice was raspy and fucked out. Sam loved the way it sounded, couldn't wait to get back in that mouth and fuck it more.
"That's a good start, Dean," Sam replied, bumping the head of his cock against Dean's tightly clenched hole. "But you need to finish. "Please, Sam" what?" Sam wanted to bottle the despair in his brother's eyes and drink it like champagne.
"Please Sam, don't fuck me."
Dean's last word was cut off in a howl of pain as Alastair began to whip him, every "God, no" and "please stop", only earning Dean more lashes. Finally, when Dean could only manage choked whimpers Alastair stopped.
"We went over the list of words I don't want to hear earlier, Dean. You really need to remember them. You had it exactly right except for that one word. Now why don't you try it again." Sam watched his brother's dazed face as Dean tried to wrap his pain fogged mind around what Sam was asking. Sam saw realization and a hint of defiance as Dean finally figured it out. "You're going to say it Dean, one way or the other. Say it now or Alastair will whip your cock until you do."
Tears began to run down Dean's face and in a voice even more hoarse from screaming, he asked his brother to fuck him. Sam immediately pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of Dean's ass, his eyes locked on his brother's face. Dean had squeezed his eyes tightly shut as Sam began his penetration and Sam nodded his head at Alastair who again began beating Dean. Dean's eyes flew open and he choked in pain.
"Keep those eyes open, Dean," Sam warned. "I want to be able to see you and I definitely want you to see everything I'm doing." As Sam spoke, he pushed further into his brother's body, heart singing at the sounds his violation was wringing out of Dean. Wrapping his hands around Dean's thighs, Sam pushed all the way in with one hard thrust, his balls settling against Dean's body. Dean's passage was so tight around Sam that he just stood there without moving for a long moment, listening to Dean's gasps and moans of pain. Then he couldn't hold still any longer and began a steady, brutal rhythm of pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in again. Sam's punishing fuck went on and on, lost in the rapture of being inside Dean. Finally, his thrusts slowed, and burying himself inside Dean, he came with a hoarse scream.
Leaving his cock deep inside his brother, Sam leaned forward and, lowering his head onto Dean's heaving chest, listened to his heart thundering. He stayed there for a moment then straightened up and pulled out, sharing a grin with Alastair.
"Hope it wasn't too boring for you, waiting for me to be done. Only had to use that whip a half dozen times before he got the idea."
"I never get bored watching souls being tortured, Sam," was Alastair's reply. "Pain like your brother's is like heroin to me. Gets me high. And he just couldn't help those "please stop's" from coming out, so I got to have my fun too. Gonna have some more now though." Alastair handed the flogger to Sam and went to take his turn at Dean's ass.
"You did a good job here, Sam," Alastair approved, running a finger through the bloody come dripping down Dean's butt cheeks before reaching out to give Dean's balls a tight squeeze. At Dean's gasp, Alastair smiled and said "Just making sure I had your attention here, Dean. Now don't you have something to say to me?"
Dean just stared at him dazedly, so Alastair prompted, "It starts with please."
"Please, fuck me Alastair," was his weak reply.
"That's close, Dean, but when you're begging me to fuck you or hurt you, you will always refer to me as Daddy."
More weak rebellion appeared in Dean's eyes. "You're not my father. Fuck you." and then the screams began again as Sam brutally applied the flogger until he heard the word he was waiting for among the garbled sounds coming out of Dean's mouth.
"What did you say Dean?" Alastair asked silkily. "I didn't quite catch that."
"Please, Daddy. Please fuck me." Dean cried weakly.
"Don't mind if I do. Now remember Dean, eyes open. Daddy wants you to watch him fucking you." Then Alastair plunged in, raping Dean just as brutally and long as Sam had. After he had shuddered to his climax and pulled out he grinned at Sam. "You opened him up just enough to make it quite comfortable in there. John was a little disappointed he didn't get to break his little boy open, but he sure enjoyed the ride he did get. Now Dean, what do you say when someone's been nice enough to give you what you ask for?"
Dean stared dully into Alastair's face as Sam ran the thongs of the flogger gently up and down his cock and after a few moments whispered, "Thank you."
Alastair smiled and gripped Dean's balls tightly. "Almost Dean. Thank you..."
Dean swallowed hard. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispered.
"Very good Dean, now Sam's going to fuck you again and I'm going to get up here with you and you're going to suck my cock without the gag in. We haven't even come close to touching all the things we can do to make you obey, so be a good boy and open up and keep those pearly whites to yourself."
"How can you be hard again already?" Dean whispered.
"One of the benefits of demonic possession." Alastair replied. "One that your father is enjoying immensely by the way. He was resistant for the first few practices, but when he grasped that the final result would be getting you here, he was all in. Sam's demon blood gives him all the attributes of a full demon, only way more powerful. I'm not here just because this is so much fun. Your brother is going to lead the demon army in the not too distant future and I'm going to be right there beside him. Now open up and stop asking questions." With that Alastair pushed his cock into Dean's mouth and began giving him instructions. "Oh, that's a good boy, yes just like that. Suck a little harder right there, yes, yes use your tongue, oh perfect. You know Sam's going to be in here next and I want you to at least have a little skill to make it good for him. I'm not going to come until you at least get it a little right. You're going to get a lot better at this, it'll take some time and a lot of cock down your throat, but don't worry, we'll get you there."
Dean tried to concentrate on following Alastair's instructions with the distraction of Sam pounding his ass again, and must have succeeded, because after what felt like hours, his mouth was flooded with come. He distantly heard Alastair telling him he better swallow it all, so he closed his lips tight around the cock in his mouth until he had sucked it dry. He hadn't noticed (and what did that say about how his day was going?) but Sam had come a few minutes earlier and was up front watching as Alastair blew his load and Dean swallowed it down.
Alastair climbed off and Sam was right there taking his place, straddling Dean's chest and dangling his cock, still dripping with blood and come, in front of his brother's face. Sam smiled at the look of revulsion in Dean's eyes.
"That looked awesome. Now why don't you open up and you can get me cleaned up while you get me off."
Alastair picked up the flogger and Dean reluctantly opened his mouth and started to lick and suck at Sam's hard length, gagging at the taste of the bloody come. Finally, he had him cleaned and began to suck like Alastair had taught him. Sam wasn't any quieter during the proceedings than Alastair had been.
"So good, Dean. Good boy. Right there with the tongue, yes, oh god, harder." Sam kept up a litany of instructions and praise and Dean wished he'd shut up already, but he had figured out a while ago that what he wanted didn't figure into the equation here at all. Alastair had watched for a while, then gone to fuck Dean again and by the time they'd both finished, Dean wished they'd just fuck him to death and have it over with. But that wasn't going to happen either.
Sam had pulled Dean tight against his body as he came and after Dean had swallowed his come, he kept his cock soft and shoved down his brother's throat as he made him continue to suck. He didn't want Dean to pass out again just yet, so he pulled out, climbed off the table and just let him breathe for a few minutes.
"That was acceptable for your first few times at cock sucking, Dean but you're going to have to do a hell of a lot better to keep us happy. I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to inspire you to improve your skills, but for right now we're on a schedule and it's time to move on to something else."
Dean shuddered at what "something else" might entail and steeled himself as Sam unhooked the chain from his collar and pulled Dean's cock the other way, stretching it down and fastening the chain to a ring on the floor. Dean watched with trepidation as Sam got a small bucket of water from the shower area and Alastair busied himself by the stove. Sam returned first and dumped the bucket out on Dean's crotch, running his fingers through his brother's soaking pubes and nodding. He then picked up one of the knives and ran the razor sharp, oiled blade over his own forearm, watching it peel off his hair smoothly, before placing the flat of the knife on Dean and shaving his brother's pubic hair, leaving him bare, then dumped more of the water on Dean to rinse him clean.
Sam took the knife and, using the tip, traced a symbol lightly into Dean's newly shaved flesh. The cut wasn't very deep, but the knife was sharp and blood welled up along the line it followed. Dean's eyes were wide as they followed Sam's hand.
"What the hell is that, Sam?" he asked hoarsely.
Sam lowered his head and ran his tongue along the path of the knife, savoring the taste of Dean's blood.
"Gonna put my marks all over you, Dean," he replied. "This is only the first." He smiled to himself and thought that this wasn't even the way the mark would be finalized. He had run into a Trickster while setting this place up who had thoroughly approved of his plans and had given him the symbol he had just traced onto Dean so he could make the plans a reality. The trickster could alter reality and Sam needed that to keep Dean for as long as he wanted to. The symbol and the spell that went with it would reset Dean's body to the condition it had been in when he first walked through the cabin door. Every Saturday at midnight any damage that had been done the previous week would be gone like it had never happened and Sam could start all over again. The trickster's only condition was that Sam extend an invitation every once in a while for him to come by for a play date with his brother. Before he had vanished, the trickster had given Sam a gift.
"You're planning on carving the symbols onto him?" it had asked in disbelief. "No, no, no. If you're setting up a torture chamber for him, you should have a complete set of these." And the branding iron with the trickster's symbol had appeared in Sam's hand. Sam had grinned at the trickster in amazement.
"But won't the spell make this disappear every week too?" Sam asked it.
"Not if you don't want it to. I'm assuming you have all sorts of other symbols and claims you want to put on him and I'm sure you can find someone to make you the other irons. A slight change to the spell and you can keep all, some or none of the brands from week to week. I'm thinking you won't have a problem with doing them over again as often as you need to. Same thing with piercings. Leave the jewelry in and they'll stay. Take it out and you'll have to pierce him again too. Play with the spell. Have fun. And don't forget my invite."
Alastair wandered back from the stove and woke Sam from his reverie.
"We only have a little over half an hour before we have to leave for our meeting with Azazel, Sam. It's going to take almost that long to finish this and get him situated for while we're away, so stop daydreaming and let's get this started."
Sam's eyes flashed yellow and he glared at the demon. "You don't give the orders around here, Alastair and you better not forget who does. There are a lot of places you could be besides here and if you keep forgetting your place I'm going to send you to the worst one I can think of."
Alastair dropped his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive my misspeak."
Sam nodded and reached down to release Dean's cock from the chain and attached weights to each of the cock rings, pulling the the metal studs deeper into Dean's already sore flesh. Then he went to join Alastair, who had removed Dean's nipple clamps and was opening the box he had brought back from the stove. Sam stared at Dean's red, swollen nipples and bent down to suck one into his mouth. Dean was so out of it, it only drew a soft moan, but Sam knew he was paying attention to what Alastair was doing. His eyes widened as Alastair took a large, glowing needle out of the box, holding it by a heat shield at the blunt end.
"No, no, no.." he moaned, then screamed as Alastair pulled up a nipple and shoved the red hot needle through.He was already out by the time the second needle went in and Sam released his neck chains letting his head fall to the table. He smiled at the sight of Dean's pierced nipples. The needles, like the nipple and cock jewelry that would follow them, were another of Alastair's special designs. They would hold the heat, or cold for hours. He grabbed a dildo off the shelf and shoved it into Dean's ass before contemplating what setting he would leave it on. Another of Alastair's designs, the controls didn't set speed or vibration, they set sensations. Sam pressed the setting for cold and strapped the dildo in, smirking at the thought of Dean coming around with burning nipples and the feeling of a tube of ice stretching his ass. He checked his brother's restraints and redid the spells on them before heading upstairs to where the showers actually had hot water to get ready to go to his meeting. He figured it would take an hour to get to the meeting site, a couple more to go over plans with Azazel and another to get back. Dean should be conscious again well before he returned. Sam pictured him writhing in pain while trying to figure out a way to escape and thought he'd better make that shower cold after all.
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It was just about 4 hours later that Sam and Alastair returned to find Dean moaning and gasping as he pulled at his restraints. The moans turned to pleas as he saw them.
"Please, Sam. Please take them out. Please."
"I don't know, Dean. You used a bad word before Alastair put them in. I think we'll just cap them off and leave them in for the rest of the night. This, though," as he gave the dildo a hard tap, smiling at Dean's gasp, "this we'll be taking out. Can't fuck you with it in. Not yet anyway."
Alastair put blunting caps over the points of the needles and gave them a tug before heading over to the wall and taking the trickster's iron down.
"Want me to start heating this up now? Going to take a while to get hot enough."
Dean was staring at the iron and his flushed face paled as his eyes grew huge with terror.
"Sam," he started before Sam cut him off.
"You're going to want to watch what you say here, Dean. I'm only planning on doing one tonight, but there's a lot of irons on that wall and I'll do as many as I need to if you can't behave."
Sam drank in the sight of his brother's ashen face as he watched Alastair go to the stove and drop the business end of the iron into the hot coals. Dean began to struggle harder against his restraints, incoherent noises coming out of his mouth as he began to hyperventilate in panic.
"You're not getting out of those until I let you out Dean, so you might as well stop fighting. And if you hyperventilate yourself into passing out one second before that iron touches your skin, I swear I will wake you right back up and brand you with every iron on that wall."
Alastair had returned to the table and laid a hand on Dean's heaving chest.
"He seems a little worked up about this Sam. Maybe we should distract him until the iron heats up. Should only be about an hour or so."
Sam nodded. "I think what we were talking about in the car should be distracting enough." he replied as he removed the freezing dildo slowly from Dean's ass and began to undo his restraints. Alastair removed the weights from the cock rings and fastened the chain on the top ring back to his collar. Once his manacles were free of the table, Dean took a weak swing at Sam, and in his adrenaline fueled panic actually made it a few steps toward the door before his own weakness and Sam's power combined to send him crashing to the floor.
"Dean," Sam's look was almost affectionate as he pulled his brother to his feet and, twisting his head back, covered his mouth in a brutal kiss. "Even if you made it as far as the door, you'd never get out. It's heavily warded and you really wouldn't like what would happen if you touched it. In fact I think we'll go over that tomorrow as your punishment for trying to get away. You'll try to get out the door until I think you've learned your lesson."
Sam dragged Dean to the middle of the floor and put him on his knees facing the stove and the mirrored wall beside it. Chains extended from the ceiling over his head and Sam attached the manacles on his hands to one pair of them, tightening them so his arms were fully extended. He then wrapped the restraining bands around Dean's knees and, lifting him up and spreading him wide, attached them to another set of chains so Dean's body was suspended above the floor.
Dean felt Alastair kneel behind him and fuck up into his body.
"Just the right height, Sam. We'll have him swinging back and forth in no time." Alastair continued to thrust violently up into Dean as he talked. Sam knelt in front of Dean and slid two fingers into his brother, moving them in and out with the motion of Alastair's cock. Dean gasped in pain and tried to twist away from the extra intrusion of Sam's fingers, but Alastair's hands clamped down on his hips and held him tight. Sam added two fingers from the other hand and began to tug at the tight muscle ring, trying to loosen it up enough to slide his cock in alongside Alastair's. When three fingers from each hand sliding and pulling failed to do the trick, Sam positioned himself at Dean's hole and, using his power, pulled Dean open enough to slide his cock in.
Alastair stilled as Sam slid in next to him and Dean froze at the pain of being stretched so wide. Sam's cock was huge and John was no slouch himself in the size department and Dean's hurt cries were like music to their ears as they began to slide in and out of him.
Sam couldn't believe how good it felt, pressed up against his father's cock in Dean's tight ass and he pulled Dean's head forward to tell him so.
"Feels so good, Dean. You know we don't come until we're ready and we're not going to be ready for a while. Kept this up for hours once with one of the practice toys. You'll get a break tonight though. The iron's going to be ready in about forty five minutes and after that you'll get the rest of the night off."
Dean jerked in his chains at the mention of the iron and Sam and Alastair laughed as they rocked him back and forth between them. They alternated between slow, deep thrusts that had Dean bobbing up and down on them and brutal penetrations that slammed him back and forth onto their cocks. By the time they finally came, he hung dazed and limp between them.
Alastair grinned as he pulled out. "Looks like that took his mind off things for a while." He stood up and headed for the stove as Sam released Dean's legs from their restraints and took Alastair's place behind him, fucking into his brother as he rested his chin on Dean's shoulder and stared at his reflection in the mirror opposite them. Dean shook as he watched Alastair take the hot iron out of the fire and his mouth opened, then shut again as his terrified eyes moved to the line of irons still hanging on the wall. As Alastair began to move back toward them, Dean squeezed his eyes closed and Sam pulled his head back to whisper in his ear.
"Eyes open, Dean and keep them that way, or the next iron goes in the fire right now. And after the first one, I'll keep you conscious while Alastair and I fill your ass again until the next one is ready."
With a choked sob, Dean obeyed, and Sam found himself pounding harder up into his brother as Alastair got closer. Sam released Dean's cock from the chain holding it to his collar and pulled it down between his thighs as he spread Dean wide and held him immobile with his power. Alastair stopped in front of them and stood to the side so he didn't block Sam's view of their reflection. He just stood for a minute, letting Dean get a good look at the glowing metal up close, feel it's heat against his body, before pressing it into the newly bare skin of Dean's groin.
Dean's scream echoing through the room and his body clenching in pain around Sam's cock had his orgasm shooting out of him like an explosion. He wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and pumped into his brother's unconscious body until his cock was wrung dry before reluctantly pulling out. Sam released the chains from Dean's wrists, letting his body slump to the floor, before turning him onto his back and traceing the mark burned into the flesh above his cock.
Alastair dropped the iron in a bucket of cold water and brought Sam a small container from one of the cabinets and Sam smeared the ointment in it over the burns. It would prevent infection and the pus filled blisters that had marred playtime with the first few practice toys, while doing absolutely nothing to blunt Dean's pain. Sam looked up at Alastair.
"Go upstairs and pick out a picture and bring down the plaque. I'll get him settled for the night."
Alastair headed upstairs to the main living area. There was an office and den up there as well as a bedroom each for him and Sam. There was a third bedroom specially outfitted for times when they wanted to fuck Dean in a bed.
Sam dragged Dean over to the wall and seated him against it, clipping the back of his collar to a hook in the wall and attaching his wrist manacles to short chains on either side of his head. His ankle restraints were attached to rings on the floor so that his legs were spread wide with his knees bent. Sam removed the cock rings and ran his fingers around the shapes grooved into Dean's shaft and behind his balls. He would play more with Dean tomorrow. He grinned to himself as he thought of Alastair's special sounds and the noises Dean would make as they were forced inside his cock. There were dozens of toys on the shelves still to be played with and Sam couldn't wait for Dean to experience them all.
Alastair padded back down the stairs and handed Sam a photo.
"There were a lot to choose from, but we liked this one the best."
Sam raised an eyebrow and asked, "We?"
"Told you Sam, Daddy's all for this. Begging me to let him out for his own taste."
"Maybe, someday when we've got lots of backup. And we get that ink on him we mentioned. I want him under my control as much as Dean is. Well, maybe not as much as Dean. But until then, we don't trust him. If what he's saying is true though it'll kill Dean. Or it would if he could die." Sam's eyes returned to the brand, silently thanking the trickster for his gift.
Sam looked at the photo Alastair had handed him and grinned. The room was wired to record all the action from a variety of angles and this one was a side view of the table where Dean had been restrained. Sam stood behind him while Alastair straddled his chest. The photo, blown up to a large enough size to clearly show the subjects, caught them both mid-thrust, wide cocks spearing into Dean while their faces showed the pleasure they were taking in his rape.
Giving Alastair an appreciative look, Sam said "This is the fucking perfect thing for him to wake up to in the morning." Sam pulled a chain down until it was in front of Dean's face and hung the picture from it. He pulled another down and hung a plaque from it. It was a copy of one Sam had seen in a gift shop once with rainbows and smiley faces bracketing the platitude printed on it. Sam had felt those were not the right symbols to use when applying the sentiment to Dean, so he had had one made with a curled whip at one end and manacles with chains attached at the other. The exclamation point at the end of the sentence had been replaced with an erect cock. Sam accompanied Alastair back upstairs, tired but sated. He pictured Dean's face in the morning as he saw the picture and read the words on the plaque:
Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!