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majestic_duxk) wrote2014-04-29 11:53 pm
majestic_duxk) wrote2014-04-29 11:53 pm
Sammy's Little Boy Part 3
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Kinks: extreme humilation, daddy kink, spanking, bottom Dean
Summary: Dean has been hit by a curse which has changed him in a way that hits him right where it hurts. Sam is there to take advantage of it - this was the role that Dean was meant to play.
part 1 part 2
“Stay still for daddy.”
Sam let go of Dean’s cock, his fingers immediately dipping between Dean’s cheeks, brushing his hole.
“Arghh! What??”
Dean bucked away, but Sam had him in a very firm grip.
“I have been trying to go slowly, little boy, since I know you are nervous. But all I am getting is attitude and disobedience. And all attitude and disobedience is going to get you is a sore behind."
“But I’ll make this simple for you. There aren’t many rules, Dean, but I expect you to obey them all. You will listen to daddy and you will do what he says. That means, Dean, I expect you to be obedient and polite. I expect no arguing, and for you to do your job.” Sam’s arms tightened again, as if to halt an attempted escape.
There was no attempt. Dean was frozen with shock.
“You’ll do your job, baby. And that job is to be daddy’s little toy.” Sam’s finger, which had been gently rubbing along Dean’s pucker, was pushed with more force, breaching his tight asshole. “You’re job, little boy, is to take daddy’s cock. To be open and ready. To be daddy’s little hole.”
Sam moved his finger in and out a few more times. But it was tight and dry. And he had told Dean the truth – he didn’t want to hurt him. Happily, Sam knew exactly what to do.
Dean felt the finger withdraw, and heaved a sigh of relief. Sam’s finger hadn’t felt good. It hadn't hurt exactly, but he didn't want it there. Although he had no experience with men, he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t a fucking chick. He wasn't going to gush because Sam wanted to get his dick in him. Sam obviously had no idea what he was doing. He'd tried, he'd failed, and that would be the end of it.
A worried expression crossed Dean’s face. Now that his ass was safe, he could worry about Sam. Obviously something was wrong with Sam, something had broken, but it was going to get fixed. Dean would make sure it was fixed. After all, Dean always looked after Sam.
Dean’s thoughts wondered between brotherly affection and worry for a few moments, somewhere Dean was a familiar. A place where Dean was the big brother and all was right with the world. The familiar sound of cap being opened captured his attention. His return to both struggling and begging was instantaneous.
“Whatever you are thinking Sam, don’t do it.”
Dean went for the simple and straight forward demand. Sam’s mind was obviously clouded, and a discussion would get them nowhere.
Sam’s fingers returned to Dean’s hole, smooth and cold. Not pressing yet, but the threat was there. Dean couldn’t believe it. Didn’t want to believe it.
Sure, he had been bitten, and licked, and fondled, and spanked. He'd been lectured, and cajoled, bossed around, and manhandled. And then had a finger shoved in his ass, but it was the sound of the lube that seemed the final nail in the coffin.
Dean wasn't above begging.
“Sam! Don’t! Please, you don’t have to do this. Please – please don’t do this!” Dean’s voice broke on the last words.
“Are you telling daddy what to do? Baby, daddy already told you, good boys do what they are told.”
Dean pulled out the big brother card. Hell, he had nothing left to lose.
“Sam. I am not a fucking good boy. I am a grown ass man. I am your big brother! Just… fucking hell!” Despite his best efforts Dean didn’t even have the words to deal with Sam. he had never been good with words, and he had no experience with a situation like this.
Sam had no such problems. He had no need for words.
“Oww!!!”
“Son of a bitch!!!”
Sam’s hand firmly reintroduced itself to Dean’s glowing red ass.
Sam kept up a steady rhythm. He actually enjoyed spanking Dean. He enjoyed that he was big enough and strong enough to hold Dean there, and Dean just had to take it.He enjoyed the soft wobble of Dean’s ass. The way his cheeks clenched and flexed. Sam couldn’t wait to get his cock in there. He could just imagine how good it would feel, sinking balls deep, flush against those cheeks all hot from Dean’s second spanking in as many minutes. Sam shook his head. His boy was stubborn, no doubt about it. Unfortunately for Dean – and more specifically Dean’s ass – Sam could be more stubborn. Especially when it was something he wanted.
“I thought we had already had this discussion, Dean.” Fuuuuuck. How did Sam manage to spank and talk at the same time? Dean cursed his little brothers hand/eye coordination. “And believe me when I say I can keep this up much longer than you.”
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I won’t cry. I won’t cry. Dean kept up the mantra. He could barely believe the words were passing through his mind!
He did his best to ignore the pain in his ass – literally and figuratively. Dean could deal with pain - pain was no strange bedfellow to a hunter. But somehow the ass warming he was getting was somehow worse than being stabbed or bitten. Without even realising it he was wriggling around, attempting to evade the hand that lit fire in a scarily steady pattern. Above him Sam sighed dramatically, before hauling him in closer, giving him less room to move, and not even missing a beat with the spanks raining down on his ass. Dean focused on his breathing. He recited exorcisms in head, and calculated this months kill count. Anything to keep his mind off his red and stinging ass.
But without his permission tears started dripping from his eyes. Because it hurt. It did hurt. And it was still humiliating.
Although the tears flowed, he held back the sobs as long as he could. He was a man. A man for fucks sake. But here he was, over his brothers lap, like a little boy. It was that thought that broke him. Dean’s breath hitched, the next one a sob. Sam’s hand came down again and again and again.
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Sam had been watching his brother carefully. His ass was reddening nicely – he would still be feeling it for a few days, and it hadn’t gone beyond what he deemed appropriate for his little boy’s ass… but Dean’s body was still stiff, unyielding, defiant. If he would just – ah! There is was. A loud sob and Dean’s stiff posture broke, body collapsing over Sam’s lap. Again. He couldn’t help but chuckle. Dean as an adult dealt with everything by getting bullheaded, and argumentative. As a little boy, he was sassy, and argumentative. Sam just wasn’t going to put up with it – which meant Dean was going to be spending a lot of time with a red ass. Sam rubbed the ass in question. Happily, he liked a red ass on his boy.
“Are you ready to be good?”
Without waiting for an answer, Sam’s fingers were re-lubed and pressing against Dean’s hole. Dean was so tight. But Sam persevered, rubbing the little hole with his finger tip, pressing to dip inside, adding more lube until his slippery finger slid into Dean’s tight heat.
And his gorgeous asshole clenched around his finger. Sam’s cock throbbed. God, it was going to feel good when he was buried in Dean’s glorious ass.
“Please don’t,” Dean whispered. “I… I’ve never had anything in there before.”
This time Sam couldn’t restrain his groan of arousal.
“That’s good baby. That makes daddy happy, because that means this hole,” and Sam pressed a second finger in, listening to Dean’s gasp of discomfort, “is all mine.”
Sam started moving his two fingers gently back and forward. “Two fingers! Feel you open up, Dean. Need more though… Daddy’s cock is much bigger than two fingers. So daddy’s going to stretch you, make sure you’re nice and loose for daddy. Going to open you up more, baby. Stretch you for my cock. A little boy’s first time with his daddy is very important. But don’t worry Dean. I’ll train you take my cock. And you’ll love it. You’ll love being daddy’s cockslut.”
Sam continued fucking Dean’s ass with two fingers, watching as his little hole stretched around them, the fingers disappearing only to re emerge, slicked with lube. Ahhhh... so much he wanted to do with this ass. Sam felt his cock throb as he though of doing this later, after he had fucked Dean. But time enough for that. He focused on the job at hand, moved slowly, languorously, watching as Dean’s rim relaxed, finally allowing for a greater stretch. Sam to gently scissor his fingers, so fascinated watching his fingers disappear into Dean’s ass he missed the telling way Dean’s body tensed, ready for battle again.
“This isn’t going happening, Sam.” Dean was proud. His voice had barely a waver. If he didn’t look at Sam he could pretend that he hadn’t just been crying his heart out. (Again). If he didn’t look at Sam, he could pretend that those weren’t his brothers fingers stretching out his ass. (But would you want it to be anyone else? The annoying little voice was back.)
“Oh?” Sam sounded surprised. “So these aren’t my fingers buried in your ass?” Sam didn’t give him a chance to answer. “But, it’s your choice, baby.”
“Really?” Dean pushed his body up, twisting to look at Sam. Despite being ass up and stuffed with Sam’s fingers, he felt the first flicker of hope. Sam was always the more reasonable of the two.
Sam in turn, got his first good look at Dean’s tear streaked face. And almost came on the spot.
“Sure, Dean. It’s your choice whether you let daddy prepare you or not.”
Sam waited, watching the way Dean’s face fell. Sam was stronger than Dean, bigger. Had been for a while, although he had never used it to his advantage, not like this.
“This is happening Dean. You don’t get a choice in that. But you get to choose whether you enjoy it or not.“
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Dean looked at Sam, horrified expression telegraphing every single emotion. It actually gave Sam a warm feeling – this was good for his brother, who had always had trouble getting touch with his feelings. Sam was helping him. Sam rubbed gentle circles on Dean’s back, cooing gently at his brother.
“I don’t want to hurt you Dean. That’s why I am taking this time, prepping your little hole so when I push my big cock in,” and Sam didn’t even try to stop his hips from canting up, pushing his big, hard cock against Dean’s little soft one, “it feels good for you.”
Sam’s hard moved from Dean’s back, laying a light spank against Dean’s red and sore ass. “But your attitude, little boy, isn’t helping. You are rushing daddy through, trying to get him to stop stretching your little hole.” And here Sam allowed his finger to slide down Dean’s crack, catching on Dean’s rim. He just rubbed gently, feeling it twitch and flutter.
“What’s it to be, little boy? You want daddy to take his time,” and here Sam’s finger did slip in. Nice and easily. He really had done some good work preparing Dean. If he fucked him now, it would hurt him, but he wouldn’t be badly injured. And it was a lesson Dean needed to learn. “Or do you want daddy to fuck you right now.”
Dean was torn. And confused. And he didn’t know what to do. Which made things even more confusing, as he always knew what to do – or at least what action to take. Consequences he could deal with. But this options thing… Neither appealed. The end point was the same. He was going to get fucked.
“Fuck… I’m fucked…” Dean moaned out loud.
Sam stifled a laugh. But he wasn’t encouraging that naughty mouth.
Sam’s hand came down again with a crack.
“Son of a b—“
A fluffy of smacks rained down on Dean’s bottom.
“Stop! Please…. Daddy!!!”
Sam’s hand stilled. That was an improvement. The first time Dean had called him daddy without prompting. Sam eyed the upturned bottom. It was a delightfully painful shade of red. Even if Sam didn’t fuck him into the mattress, Dean would not be sitting comfortable for a few days. Sam made a decision.
“Thank you for remembering daddy’s name, Dean. Good boys get good things. Now I know you are having trouble making decisions, so I’ll do it for you. I’m going to open you up, make you nice and wet so it feels good when daddy slides his cock in. Now,” Sam patted the rosy buttocks. “Up on the bed, Dean. Hands and knees.”
“Sammy… I can’t.” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper.
“I don’t think I heard you, Dean.” Sam’s voice was like a whiplash. “It sounds like you forgot Daddy’s name AND you told him no.”
Dean knew his ass couldn’t take much more. So did the only thing he could. He twisted around again, and looked up at Sam, with tear glazed eyes. “I… I’m sorry daddy. I’m scared. You have such a big cock…” Dean’s voice trailed off. Sure, he was trying to play Sam, but it was also true.
“Oh baby.”
Dean felt his bottom lip tremble, and tears flood his eyes. He wasn’t even acting.
“It’s too much!”
He couldn’t even believe that was his soft little voice.
Sam made a decision. He would still be fucking that sweet little ass, but Dean obviously needed him to be a little gentler. Sam snorted to himself, of course. Dean really was sensitive. He tried to hide it, but Sam always knew. Which was why this was so perfect.
Sam let his fingers ghost along Dean’s ass. It really was hot. Although he had meant to explore his little boy, Dean had sassed him from the start. Hopefully the attitude had been spanked out of him.
Sam pulled Dean up, hauling his body so they were chest to chest, before laying them both on the bed. Dean’s eyes darted around, and his body tensed. Sam simply laid his leg over Dean’s hip, leg heavy, cutting of his escape. The position was rather nice too, laying his hard and weeping cock along Dean’s soft cock.
Sam put a little distance between their bodies, keeping a firm leg over Dean. “Oh baby,” he breathed. “Look at how little you are.” Sam’s hand reached down, pulling on Dean’s cock gently. Dean wiggled uncomfortably.
“I don’t like that.”
Sam’s hand never stopped moving. “What don’t you like, Dean?”
“I don’t like you touching me like that.”
“Daddy can touch you however he wants. Little boys with little boy cocks are used as holes. And I’m looking forward to putting my daddy sized cock,” and here Sam canted his hips, allowing his cock to slide underneath Dean’s, “in your little hole.” Sam’s hand drifted down to Dean’s balls, tugging them. “Are you looking forward to that Dean? Looking forward to being filled with daddy’s cock and come?”
Dean shook his head frantically. And Sam laughed.
“It’s not like you can use this,” Sam’s hand was back on his cock.
Dean zoned out. Sam was playing with his cock. Praising him - praising him for how little and sweet it was. How only a good little boy would have such a cute little boy cock. Dean didn’t want to hear it, but was forced to listen as Sam’s fingers gripped his cock too tightly.
“And I asked you Dean, to tell me what this is, and what you.”
Dean blinked tears away. “What? It’s my cock! You know what it is!”
Sam’s fingers tightened and he frowned.
“I would almost think you weren’t paying attention to what I was saying, Dean. And we’ve had this conversation before. Now,” and Sam’s fingers tightened cruelly. “What. Is. This. And. What. Are. You.”
Dean’s breath hitched, but he didn’t give Sam the satisfaction of crying out, although he didn’t know how much more he could take. But he cast back to what they had been talking about. All Sam had been saying for hours was what a little boy Dean was, and how Sam was his daddy and he had a little boy cock and… oh. Sam wanted to make the humiliation complete. Not only did he have to put up with Sam spanking him, and mocking his… his…
“Little boy cock.” Dean mumbled it quietly, but Sam was close enough that Dean knew would hear. Dean was rewarded with Sam’s fingers loosening their grip. They didn’t let go though. Just stroked him.
“And what are you?”
Dean was at a loss again. What the fuck was he? At the moment it just seemed like he was a fuck toy for a brother who was off his fucking head. Oh. Right. Dean closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to look at Sam.
“Fuck toy.”
Sam eyebrows snapped down.
“Not my toy Dean. My precious baby. My precious hole.”
Dean shuddered. How the fuck was that any better? His eyes snapped open, ready to argue again, but Sam was looking him straight in the eye.
“Little boys, with useless little boy cocks are just made to take cock.” Sam’s hand had drifted again, fingers pressing at Dean’s asshole. “Because this still works.” Once more, Sam’s fingers entered Dean. Dean choked off a curse. Sam stilled.
“Now, tell daddy what you are.”
Silently, Dean begged as loudly as he could. Please Sammy! Please! Stop this! We can stop this. He couldn’t say the words out loud. He knew that would get him turned over Sam’s knee again. But if he agreed, it was like he was agreeing to Sam fucking him. Was there any way out of this?
Sam lay there watching Dean. Sure, he could force the issue, but it was going to be so much smoother and more enjoyable for them both, if Dean accepted his role.
“…hole.”
Sam could barely hear the words. And that just wasn’t going to be good enough.
“Tell me again, Dean. What are you?”
“A hole.” There was a slight pause. “A hole for daddy.”
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It really wasn’t much of a choice. If Dean hadn’t yet managed to convince Sam that this was a terrible idea, then nothing was going to. Sam wasn’t even threatening here. Dean glanced up, hiding his expression with his lashes. Sam just sat there with a patient expression on his face, like he was being reasonable! Apparently the four big fingers still but very present in his ass weren’t an issue.
Dean opened his mouth but Sam hushed him.
“Don’t want you to get in trouble again, baby. The only thing I want to hear now is ‘yes’ meaning ‘yes daddy, please prepare me properly’, or ‘no’ meaning ‘no daddy, I’m ready right now. You’re choice, little boy.”
Dean couldn’t help the tears that filled his eyes. There was so much that was wrong here. So much that was unfair. And the kicker? He had no fucking idea how to get out of it.
Sam pulled his fingers out of Dean’s ass with a lewd squelching sound. He heaved Dean up (and wasn’t Dean getting really fucking sick of being manhandled), turning him on his lap, so his legs splayed on either side of Sam. He hated it. He felt so exposed. His ass felt like it was gaping, and it put his cock in Sam’s sight line. And whenever Sam saw it, it was like… yep. There it was. Pavlov’s Dog. Sam’s hand came down to fondle Dean’s cock. Rubbing, and rolling, batting and pulling. Sam wasn’t even actively engaged. It was like… It was like rolling a pencil in your hand when you were bored, for something to do with your hand. Dean felt his cheeks colour.
Great. Pencil dick. Dean now legitimately had a pencil dick.
Sam watched his little boys face. Dean’s thoughts and emotions were all over the place. Although Sam wanted nothing more than to push Dean face first on the bed and fuck him til he passed out, it wasn’t quite the time. His little boy was a bit too skittish.
Sam’s held back a grin. And he needed to ask for it. There was no way his little boy was going to be cockslut who didn’t beg for cock.
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The silence continued until Dean spoke. And Sam won. Not that there was ever any doubt. There wasn’t any another choice. The sad expression Dean gave him as he whispered ‘yes’ sent a jolt of arousal through his body. And it was almost enough.
He pulled Dean in for a kiss, wrapping long arms around his brother.
“That’s a good choice, baby. You know daddy’s going to make you feel good. Now… what do you want daddy to do?”
Distantly, Dean wondered what he had done to deserve this. It seemed remarkably unfair that a simple salt and burn turned into the most humiliating experience of his life. But there was no point avoiding the inevitable; the sooner Sam had his way, the sooner he would be on his way, the sooner Dean could forget this whole fucking nightmare.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Sam’s hands were running along his hips, his fingers stopped, digging into bruises and bites. “Talk to daddy nicely, Dean.”
Huffing a sigh, Dean repeated, “I want you to fuck me - daddy.”
Sam rewarded him with a kiss. A little bit of attitude was ok. Just a little. “That’s my good boy. Now, baby. You know what we have been talking about. I need you to be specific.”
Sam, Dean decided, was a complete and utter asshole. The single mindedness he was applying to Dean right was off putting. It was fine when it was directed at a hunt, and though he never thought he would say this… he actually has a little sympathy for the monsters they hunt.
“Daddy. Please fuck my ass.”
It was pretty lackluster. Sam decided to let it pass. There would be plenty of time for more practise.
“And why should I do that?”
Sam could see the moment Dean just gave in.
“Because I’m daddy’s hole.”
Sam rewarded him with another kiss. “Since you asked so nicely, baby. Ok, on your hands and knees, in the middle of the bed.”
A firm hand under Dean’s ass, and one on his shoulder moved him from Sam’s lap to the bed. Sam stepped back, leaving Dean alone. He looked little, and scared. Sam’s heart melted and his cock throbbed.
Sam stripped off his clothes as Dean slowly got into position. He kept his back flat and his knees close together. Sam smiled indulgently. How cute.
“Ok Dean, look at daddy.”
Dean turned his head. Sam slowly fisted his cock. Not that he needed too. He was already hard and dripping.
“This,” and Sam paused his fist at the head of his cock, squeezing just under the head. “This is a daddy sized cock. Much bigger your little baby cock. But don’t worry, daddy loves your little cock.”
Sam watched as Dean flushed again. Poor baby, still embarrassed. Sam would be sure to spend a lot of time reassuring him that his baby cock made him happy. Sam had to grip the base of his cock, thinking of having those little treats in his mouth again.
“And daddy’s cock is going to go in your little hole. That’s why I had to stretch it. Don’t want my little boy hurting.”
Sam watched Dean’s thighs and ass clench and flex. He took deep breaths, calming himself down. He didn’t want this to be over too soon. The only place he was coming tonight was in Dean.
“See how happy daddy is when you’re his good boy? Now daddy wants you to spread your legs. Wider. As wide as you can. I want to see your cute little hole, Dean.”
Dean obeyed as slowly as he could. Presenting himself like this was… awkward to say the least. He couldn’t shut out Sam’s soft encouragement, the steady stream of ‘good boy’ and ‘so pretty’ and ‘daddy can’t wait to be buried in his hole’ carving out space in his brain.
He wasn’t paying enough attention though, as Sam’s hand on his shoulder surprised a cry out of him.
“I need you to put your chest to the bed, baby. That’ll spread you nice and wide and daddy can see everything.”
Sam watched, pleased, as Dean slowly lowered himself, crossing his arms and resting his head there. Not a single defiant look or sassy remark. Spanking obviously worked wonders on naughty little boys. He licked his lips as the position spread Dean’s cheeks, just a little. His pretty little asshole peeped out, and Sam could see it gaping, his fingers having done their job.
“Ah! Dean! Even with your legs spread I can barely see your little cock!” Sam dropped to his knees hands gripping Dean’s thighs. He stuck his between Dean’s legs, fascinated by the tiny movements, as Dean shifted away.
“My little boy is so adorable!” Sam couldn’t help but coo.
Dean’s self-conscious movements caused Sam to glance up. And right in front of his eyes was that glorious asshole. Sam salivated, knowing that soon he would be in there. Soon he would be fucking Dean so hard he wouldn’t be able to remember anything else.
Sam couldn’t resist.
“Stay still, baby.”
He knew his next move would unsettle Dean, but the sooner he realised that Sam owned every part of him, the happier they were both going to be. Sam licked a stripe from the base of those beautiful little balls up past Dean’s hole, allowing his tongue to dip in. He could feel Dean’s muscles clench, his trying to keep him out, trying to move away, but Sam just wrapped his hands around Dean’s thighs, as he issued an order to stay still.
He didn’t bother teasing, just pushed his tongue straight in, his tongue meeting with almost no resistance. Sam had done a good job fingering his little boy open. Soon he was nose deep in Dean’s hole. His hole.
Sam got down to the business of getting Dean wet and sloppy, waiting until his saliva dripped from his boys hole before finally he lifted his head. Dean was gasping little gasps, trying to muffle them I the sheets. His thighs quivering as he struggled to stay still. Sam ran gentle fingers over Dean’s hips – such a good boy for daddy.
Sam nuzzled in again, nipping at the edges of Dean’s loosened hole, before lathing the tender spots with his tongue. Finally, Dean’s ready. Loose and sloppy for his Daddy. Sam released his hold on Dean’s hip, hand slipping down to fondle Dean’s cock. He nuzzled in again, only to whisper into Dean’s hole, “such a good little boy, I can tell it feels good Dean. Listen to you moan… daddy’s little cock slut.”
Sam knelt behind Dean, fisting his cock a few times. He was already so hard it hurt. Dean’s stretched hole was peeking through his red cheeks. Such a pretty picture. But enough with the foreplay. Sam was ready to sink into his sweet boy, and he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to watch Dean’s ass as it took his cock for the first time.
“Baby, reach back and hold yourself open for daddy.”
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The words didn’t really make sense. Dean was floating. A combination of humiliation and pleasure. When Sam stuck his face in his ass - fuck! – the way his tongue… and it was the strangest feeling. His dick didn’t give a single twitch but a feeling so good shot through his body. Dean had pushed his face into the mattress, not able to bear hearing himself pant and moan.
Because nothing about this should feel good. He didn’t want this. Not any of it. Through this haze Sam’s word broke through. He thought he had reached the point of no reaction, that he couldn’t feel any more humiliated, but Sam had outdone himself.
“What?”
Sam maneuvered himself over Dean, running hands along his sides until his lips were at Dean’s ears.
“Daddy wants you to reach back, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand and spread them as wide as you can. I want a nice clear nice clear view when I sink my cock into my baby’s - my - hole for the first time.”
“Sammy… I can’t.” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper.
“I don’t think I heard you, Dean.” Sam’s voice was like a whiplash. “It sounds like you forgot Daddy’s name AND you told him no. Do you need another reminder on how to behave?” Sam reinforced his words with a very firm tap to Dean’s hip.
There was no point in denying Sam. It was going to happen – whether now or after… after whatever punishment Sam planned. Better to do it now. Better to get it over and done with.
Dean was unable to stop his body shaking as he slowly moved his arms behind him, feeling his chest sink further into the bed, the position canting his hips up, spreading his cheeks slightly. Unfortunately, he wasn’t beyond humiliation yet. Upon hearing Sam’s pleased sounds he pushed his face into the bed.
“Keep going baby. Show daddy his special place.”
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Sam leant back and admired. The sight was everything Sam had imagined. And he had imagined, imagined Dean laid out before him, like a delicious meal. He’d always pushed those thoughts and feelings to the back of his mind, because Dean hadn’t been open to it. But now he was. Well, he was open. All opened up for Sam…
He lightly ran his knuckles over Dean’s shaking fingers.
“Such a good boy. Such a beautiful boy.”
Sam teased himself, as he slowly his cock along Dean’s ass crack, letting it catch on Dean’s rim. Dean’s deliciously gaping rim.
“You’re so open, baby. Daddy’s big, bit this isn’t going to hurt at all…”
He didn’t bother with anything else, just lined himself up and pushed. The feel as his cock breached that tight ring for the first time was almost too much. If he’d had less self-control, he’d have come then and there, fucking his baby be damned.
But he’d waited this long – there was no way he was coming before he was completely surrounded by Dean’s velvety ass.
Muttering sweet nothings, Sam placed his hands on Dean’s hips, maintaining his balance as he sank slowly but surely into Dean. He couldn’t take his eyes off Dean’s hole, watching it swallow him inch by inch.
Biting back a strangled groan, he felt his face flush as Dean’s asshole fluttered around the intrusion, the way his walls tightened and released as he Sam’s cock filled him.
“Wish you could see this, baby. Your tiny hole is stretching round daddy’s big cock. You’re so tight, Dean. And,” Sam paused to moan. “You feel so fucking good. My perfect baby. My perfect hole.”
Dean tried to shut out the words. But it just allowed him to focus even more on the feeling of Sam cock slowly stretching and filling him. And Sam was right. Although he could feel the stretch, it didn’t hurt. Thank god Sam’s got fucking huge fingers, Dean thought bitterly. And if it didn’t hurt, well at least it didn’t feel goo– ah!
Sam could full the tremor that went through Dean’s body as he bottomed out.
“I knew you’d love having daddy fill you up.”
Dean felt so good around him. Sam stilled, feeling incredibly torn. On the one hand, he wanted to fuck Dean into the mattress, wreck that perfect ass, and watch his come dribbling out of his well fucked hole. He rolled his hips just thinking about it. On the other hand, seeing the way his cock split Dean? The way his boy kept his hands on his ass cheeks? That was fucking hot too. He felt like he could stare for hours.
“What to do, what to do,” he wondered out loud, all the while running his hands over Dean’s hips, thrusting a little just to see Dean wobble as he tried to keep his hands on his ass, keep himself spread wide.
And Dean, like the good little hole he was, laid as still as he could, waiting for Sam to make up his fucking mind and get on with it. Fucking Sam. He could take his time and think about things. It wasn’t like he had a baseball bat shoved up his ass. Dean choked a little and felt tears start again. It wasn’t like he owned a baseball bat.
Dean’s muffled sob seemed to decide Sam. He could take it slow next time. He pulled out, until just the tip split that glorious ass, then slammed back in, luxuriating in the smooth slide, in the feel of Dean surrounding him.
“Good boy,” Sam panted. “Take daddy’s cock. You’re daddy’s hole now, mine to fuck whenever, however I want.” He gripped Dean’s hips tighter, knowing the bruises would blossom on them tomorrow. How he wanted to reach round and play with his little boys soft cock.
Sam moaned.
“You can’t even get hard, baby. Only big boys and daddies get hard, and daddies fuck their little boys,” with a grunt Sam slammed into Dean, “hard.”
The room was filled with the slap of Sam’s balls against Dean’s ass, and the slip of sweaty bodies moving against each other. Although he wanted it to last, Sam could feel his balls tightening as Dean’s silky walls caressed him. His hips started to stutter as bit out “mine!” as his fingers dug cruelly into Dean.
With a final grunt, Sam slammed himself into Dean as deep as he could, before his cock pulsed, sending ropes of comes into Dean’s welcoming ass. Dean could feel the movement, could feel the splash as Sam painted his insides. He held his position and felt the tears start again. He cried silently, waiting for Sam to get out of him, to leave him. He just wanted to have a shower, leave the room, to forget this had ever happened.
Sam had other ideas. He gently disengaged himself, and as his cock slipped free, he pulled Dean close before turning them on their sides. Nudging his hips as close and tight to Dean’s ass as he could, he nestled his soft cock between Dean’s ass cheeks.
“Daddy’s soft too now. Just the same as his little boy.”
He felt Dean shudder, and kissed his shoulder, before saying softly, “You were such a good boy for daddy. See what happens when you are good? Daddy takes care of you.”
Sam wrapped his big arms around Dean, pulling Dean’s hips back until his balls rested against the curve of Dean’s ass. Dean felt the soft puff of Sam’s breath on his nape, before his chin was grasped in a firm grip, face turned towards Sam.
Sam’s eyes had already been soft, but at the sight of fresh tears they softened more. With the rough pad of his thumb he wiped the tears away, before stroking downs Dean’s face to press insistently at his mouth.
Dean was tired. Too tired for any of this. His lips parted easily under the pressure, and Sam just stroked his thumb inside Dean’s mouth, laying claim to it all. They lay in silence, until Dean’s eyes started to drift shut. Removing his thumb, Sam laid kisses against Dean’s forehead, before softly kissing all the freckles he could see. A final chaste kiss to Dean’s lips, freeing his hand to cup Dean’s soft little cock.
As Dean started to drift, Sam whispered in his ear.
“Don’t worry baby, even if you grow up,” and Sam emphasised this with a firm squeeze to Dean’s little cock, “You’ll always be my baby. Daddy will always look after you.”
part 1 part 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Kinks: extreme humilation, daddy kink, spanking, bottom Dean
Summary: Dean has been hit by a curse which has changed him in a way that hits him right where it hurts. Sam is there to take advantage of it - this was the role that Dean was meant to play.
part 1 part 2
“Stay still for daddy.”
Sam let go of Dean’s cock, his fingers immediately dipping between Dean’s cheeks, brushing his hole.
“Arghh! What??”
Dean bucked away, but Sam had him in a very firm grip.
“I have been trying to go slowly, little boy, since I know you are nervous. But all I am getting is attitude and disobedience. And all attitude and disobedience is going to get you is a sore behind."
“But I’ll make this simple for you. There aren’t many rules, Dean, but I expect you to obey them all. You will listen to daddy and you will do what he says. That means, Dean, I expect you to be obedient and polite. I expect no arguing, and for you to do your job.” Sam’s arms tightened again, as if to halt an attempted escape.
There was no attempt. Dean was frozen with shock.
“You’ll do your job, baby. And that job is to be daddy’s little toy.” Sam’s finger, which had been gently rubbing along Dean’s pucker, was pushed with more force, breaching his tight asshole. “You’re job, little boy, is to take daddy’s cock. To be open and ready. To be daddy’s little hole.”
Sam moved his finger in and out a few more times. But it was tight and dry. And he had told Dean the truth – he didn’t want to hurt him. Happily, Sam knew exactly what to do.
Dean felt the finger withdraw, and heaved a sigh of relief. Sam’s finger hadn’t felt good. It hadn't hurt exactly, but he didn't want it there. Although he had no experience with men, he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t a fucking chick. He wasn't going to gush because Sam wanted to get his dick in him. Sam obviously had no idea what he was doing. He'd tried, he'd failed, and that would be the end of it.
A worried expression crossed Dean’s face. Now that his ass was safe, he could worry about Sam. Obviously something was wrong with Sam, something had broken, but it was going to get fixed. Dean would make sure it was fixed. After all, Dean always looked after Sam.
Dean’s thoughts wondered between brotherly affection and worry for a few moments, somewhere Dean was a familiar. A place where Dean was the big brother and all was right with the world. The familiar sound of cap being opened captured his attention. His return to both struggling and begging was instantaneous.
“Whatever you are thinking Sam, don’t do it.”
Dean went for the simple and straight forward demand. Sam’s mind was obviously clouded, and a discussion would get them nowhere.
Sam’s fingers returned to Dean’s hole, smooth and cold. Not pressing yet, but the threat was there. Dean couldn’t believe it. Didn’t want to believe it.
Sure, he had been bitten, and licked, and fondled, and spanked. He'd been lectured, and cajoled, bossed around, and manhandled. And then had a finger shoved in his ass, but it was the sound of the lube that seemed the final nail in the coffin.
Dean wasn't above begging.
“Sam! Don’t! Please, you don’t have to do this. Please – please don’t do this!” Dean’s voice broke on the last words.
“Are you telling daddy what to do? Baby, daddy already told you, good boys do what they are told.”
Dean pulled out the big brother card. Hell, he had nothing left to lose.
“Sam. I am not a fucking good boy. I am a grown ass man. I am your big brother! Just… fucking hell!” Despite his best efforts Dean didn’t even have the words to deal with Sam. he had never been good with words, and he had no experience with a situation like this.
Sam had no such problems. He had no need for words.
“Oww!!!”
“Son of a bitch!!!”
Sam’s hand firmly reintroduced itself to Dean’s glowing red ass.
Sam kept up a steady rhythm. He actually enjoyed spanking Dean. He enjoyed that he was big enough and strong enough to hold Dean there, and Dean just had to take it.He enjoyed the soft wobble of Dean’s ass. The way his cheeks clenched and flexed. Sam couldn’t wait to get his cock in there. He could just imagine how good it would feel, sinking balls deep, flush against those cheeks all hot from Dean’s second spanking in as many minutes. Sam shook his head. His boy was stubborn, no doubt about it. Unfortunately for Dean – and more specifically Dean’s ass – Sam could be more stubborn. Especially when it was something he wanted.
“I thought we had already had this discussion, Dean.” Fuuuuuck. How did Sam manage to spank and talk at the same time? Dean cursed his little brothers hand/eye coordination. “And believe me when I say I can keep this up much longer than you.”
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I won’t cry. I won’t cry. Dean kept up the mantra. He could barely believe the words were passing through his mind!
He did his best to ignore the pain in his ass – literally and figuratively. Dean could deal with pain - pain was no strange bedfellow to a hunter. But somehow the ass warming he was getting was somehow worse than being stabbed or bitten. Without even realising it he was wriggling around, attempting to evade the hand that lit fire in a scarily steady pattern. Above him Sam sighed dramatically, before hauling him in closer, giving him less room to move, and not even missing a beat with the spanks raining down on his ass. Dean focused on his breathing. He recited exorcisms in head, and calculated this months kill count. Anything to keep his mind off his red and stinging ass.
But without his permission tears started dripping from his eyes. Because it hurt. It did hurt. And it was still humiliating.
Although the tears flowed, he held back the sobs as long as he could. He was a man. A man for fucks sake. But here he was, over his brothers lap, like a little boy. It was that thought that broke him. Dean’s breath hitched, the next one a sob. Sam’s hand came down again and again and again.
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Sam had been watching his brother carefully. His ass was reddening nicely – he would still be feeling it for a few days, and it hadn’t gone beyond what he deemed appropriate for his little boy’s ass… but Dean’s body was still stiff, unyielding, defiant. If he would just – ah! There is was. A loud sob and Dean’s stiff posture broke, body collapsing over Sam’s lap. Again. He couldn’t help but chuckle. Dean as an adult dealt with everything by getting bullheaded, and argumentative. As a little boy, he was sassy, and argumentative. Sam just wasn’t going to put up with it – which meant Dean was going to be spending a lot of time with a red ass. Sam rubbed the ass in question. Happily, he liked a red ass on his boy.
“Are you ready to be good?”
Without waiting for an answer, Sam’s fingers were re-lubed and pressing against Dean’s hole. Dean was so tight. But Sam persevered, rubbing the little hole with his finger tip, pressing to dip inside, adding more lube until his slippery finger slid into Dean’s tight heat.
And his gorgeous asshole clenched around his finger. Sam’s cock throbbed. God, it was going to feel good when he was buried in Dean’s glorious ass.
“Please don’t,” Dean whispered. “I… I’ve never had anything in there before.”
This time Sam couldn’t restrain his groan of arousal.
“That’s good baby. That makes daddy happy, because that means this hole,” and Sam pressed a second finger in, listening to Dean’s gasp of discomfort, “is all mine.”
Sam started moving his two fingers gently back and forward. “Two fingers! Feel you open up, Dean. Need more though… Daddy’s cock is much bigger than two fingers. So daddy’s going to stretch you, make sure you’re nice and loose for daddy. Going to open you up more, baby. Stretch you for my cock. A little boy’s first time with his daddy is very important. But don’t worry Dean. I’ll train you take my cock. And you’ll love it. You’ll love being daddy’s cockslut.”
Sam continued fucking Dean’s ass with two fingers, watching as his little hole stretched around them, the fingers disappearing only to re emerge, slicked with lube. Ahhhh... so much he wanted to do with this ass. Sam felt his cock throb as he though of doing this later, after he had fucked Dean. But time enough for that. He focused on the job at hand, moved slowly, languorously, watching as Dean’s rim relaxed, finally allowing for a greater stretch. Sam to gently scissor his fingers, so fascinated watching his fingers disappear into Dean’s ass he missed the telling way Dean’s body tensed, ready for battle again.
“This isn’t going happening, Sam.” Dean was proud. His voice had barely a waver. If he didn’t look at Sam he could pretend that he hadn’t just been crying his heart out. (Again). If he didn’t look at Sam, he could pretend that those weren’t his brothers fingers stretching out his ass. (But would you want it to be anyone else? The annoying little voice was back.)
“Oh?” Sam sounded surprised. “So these aren’t my fingers buried in your ass?” Sam didn’t give him a chance to answer. “But, it’s your choice, baby.”
“Really?” Dean pushed his body up, twisting to look at Sam. Despite being ass up and stuffed with Sam’s fingers, he felt the first flicker of hope. Sam was always the more reasonable of the two.
Sam in turn, got his first good look at Dean’s tear streaked face. And almost came on the spot.
“Sure, Dean. It’s your choice whether you let daddy prepare you or not.”
Sam waited, watching the way Dean’s face fell. Sam was stronger than Dean, bigger. Had been for a while, although he had never used it to his advantage, not like this.
“This is happening Dean. You don’t get a choice in that. But you get to choose whether you enjoy it or not.“
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Dean looked at Sam, horrified expression telegraphing every single emotion. It actually gave Sam a warm feeling – this was good for his brother, who had always had trouble getting touch with his feelings. Sam was helping him. Sam rubbed gentle circles on Dean’s back, cooing gently at his brother.
“I don’t want to hurt you Dean. That’s why I am taking this time, prepping your little hole so when I push my big cock in,” and Sam didn’t even try to stop his hips from canting up, pushing his big, hard cock against Dean’s little soft one, “it feels good for you.”
Sam’s hard moved from Dean’s back, laying a light spank against Dean’s red and sore ass. “But your attitude, little boy, isn’t helping. You are rushing daddy through, trying to get him to stop stretching your little hole.” And here Sam allowed his finger to slide down Dean’s crack, catching on Dean’s rim. He just rubbed gently, feeling it twitch and flutter.
“What’s it to be, little boy? You want daddy to take his time,” and here Sam’s finger did slip in. Nice and easily. He really had done some good work preparing Dean. If he fucked him now, it would hurt him, but he wouldn’t be badly injured. And it was a lesson Dean needed to learn. “Or do you want daddy to fuck you right now.”
Dean was torn. And confused. And he didn’t know what to do. Which made things even more confusing, as he always knew what to do – or at least what action to take. Consequences he could deal with. But this options thing… Neither appealed. The end point was the same. He was going to get fucked.
“Fuck… I’m fucked…” Dean moaned out loud.
Sam stifled a laugh. But he wasn’t encouraging that naughty mouth.
Sam’s hand came down again with a crack.
“Son of a b—“
A fluffy of smacks rained down on Dean’s bottom.
“Stop! Please…. Daddy!!!”
Sam’s hand stilled. That was an improvement. The first time Dean had called him daddy without prompting. Sam eyed the upturned bottom. It was a delightfully painful shade of red. Even if Sam didn’t fuck him into the mattress, Dean would not be sitting comfortable for a few days. Sam made a decision.
“Thank you for remembering daddy’s name, Dean. Good boys get good things. Now I know you are having trouble making decisions, so I’ll do it for you. I’m going to open you up, make you nice and wet so it feels good when daddy slides his cock in. Now,” Sam patted the rosy buttocks. “Up on the bed, Dean. Hands and knees.”
“Sammy… I can’t.” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper.
“I don’t think I heard you, Dean.” Sam’s voice was like a whiplash. “It sounds like you forgot Daddy’s name AND you told him no.”
Dean knew his ass couldn’t take much more. So did the only thing he could. He twisted around again, and looked up at Sam, with tear glazed eyes. “I… I’m sorry daddy. I’m scared. You have such a big cock…” Dean’s voice trailed off. Sure, he was trying to play Sam, but it was also true.
“Oh baby.”
Dean felt his bottom lip tremble, and tears flood his eyes. He wasn’t even acting.
“It’s too much!”
He couldn’t even believe that was his soft little voice.
Sam made a decision. He would still be fucking that sweet little ass, but Dean obviously needed him to be a little gentler. Sam snorted to himself, of course. Dean really was sensitive. He tried to hide it, but Sam always knew. Which was why this was so perfect.
Sam let his fingers ghost along Dean’s ass. It really was hot. Although he had meant to explore his little boy, Dean had sassed him from the start. Hopefully the attitude had been spanked out of him.
Sam pulled Dean up, hauling his body so they were chest to chest, before laying them both on the bed. Dean’s eyes darted around, and his body tensed. Sam simply laid his leg over Dean’s hip, leg heavy, cutting of his escape. The position was rather nice too, laying his hard and weeping cock along Dean’s soft cock.
Sam put a little distance between their bodies, keeping a firm leg over Dean. “Oh baby,” he breathed. “Look at how little you are.” Sam’s hand reached down, pulling on Dean’s cock gently. Dean wiggled uncomfortably.
“I don’t like that.”
Sam’s hand never stopped moving. “What don’t you like, Dean?”
“I don’t like you touching me like that.”
“Daddy can touch you however he wants. Little boys with little boy cocks are used as holes. And I’m looking forward to putting my daddy sized cock,” and here Sam canted his hips, allowing his cock to slide underneath Dean’s, “in your little hole.” Sam’s hand drifted down to Dean’s balls, tugging them. “Are you looking forward to that Dean? Looking forward to being filled with daddy’s cock and come?”
Dean shook his head frantically. And Sam laughed.
“It’s not like you can use this,” Sam’s hand was back on his cock.
Dean zoned out. Sam was playing with his cock. Praising him - praising him for how little and sweet it was. How only a good little boy would have such a cute little boy cock. Dean didn’t want to hear it, but was forced to listen as Sam’s fingers gripped his cock too tightly.
“And I asked you Dean, to tell me what this is, and what you.”
Dean blinked tears away. “What? It’s my cock! You know what it is!”
Sam’s fingers tightened and he frowned.
“I would almost think you weren’t paying attention to what I was saying, Dean. And we’ve had this conversation before. Now,” and Sam’s fingers tightened cruelly. “What. Is. This. And. What. Are. You.”
Dean’s breath hitched, but he didn’t give Sam the satisfaction of crying out, although he didn’t know how much more he could take. But he cast back to what they had been talking about. All Sam had been saying for hours was what a little boy Dean was, and how Sam was his daddy and he had a little boy cock and… oh. Sam wanted to make the humiliation complete. Not only did he have to put up with Sam spanking him, and mocking his… his…
“Little boy cock.” Dean mumbled it quietly, but Sam was close enough that Dean knew would hear. Dean was rewarded with Sam’s fingers loosening their grip. They didn’t let go though. Just stroked him.
“And what are you?”
Dean was at a loss again. What the fuck was he? At the moment it just seemed like he was a fuck toy for a brother who was off his fucking head. Oh. Right. Dean closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to look at Sam.
“Fuck toy.”
Sam eyebrows snapped down.
“Not my toy Dean. My precious baby. My precious hole.”
Dean shuddered. How the fuck was that any better? His eyes snapped open, ready to argue again, but Sam was looking him straight in the eye.
“Little boys, with useless little boy cocks are just made to take cock.” Sam’s hand had drifted again, fingers pressing at Dean’s asshole. “Because this still works.” Once more, Sam’s fingers entered Dean. Dean choked off a curse. Sam stilled.
“Now, tell daddy what you are.”
Silently, Dean begged as loudly as he could. Please Sammy! Please! Stop this! We can stop this. He couldn’t say the words out loud. He knew that would get him turned over Sam’s knee again. But if he agreed, it was like he was agreeing to Sam fucking him. Was there any way out of this?
Sam lay there watching Dean. Sure, he could force the issue, but it was going to be so much smoother and more enjoyable for them both, if Dean accepted his role.
“…hole.”
Sam could barely hear the words. And that just wasn’t going to be good enough.
“Tell me again, Dean. What are you?”
“A hole.” There was a slight pause. “A hole for daddy.”
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It really wasn’t much of a choice. If Dean hadn’t yet managed to convince Sam that this was a terrible idea, then nothing was going to. Sam wasn’t even threatening here. Dean glanced up, hiding his expression with his lashes. Sam just sat there with a patient expression on his face, like he was being reasonable! Apparently the four big fingers still but very present in his ass weren’t an issue.
Dean opened his mouth but Sam hushed him.
“Don’t want you to get in trouble again, baby. The only thing I want to hear now is ‘yes’ meaning ‘yes daddy, please prepare me properly’, or ‘no’ meaning ‘no daddy, I’m ready right now. You’re choice, little boy.”
Dean couldn’t help the tears that filled his eyes. There was so much that was wrong here. So much that was unfair. And the kicker? He had no fucking idea how to get out of it.
Sam pulled his fingers out of Dean’s ass with a lewd squelching sound. He heaved Dean up (and wasn’t Dean getting really fucking sick of being manhandled), turning him on his lap, so his legs splayed on either side of Sam. He hated it. He felt so exposed. His ass felt like it was gaping, and it put his cock in Sam’s sight line. And whenever Sam saw it, it was like… yep. There it was. Pavlov’s Dog. Sam’s hand came down to fondle Dean’s cock. Rubbing, and rolling, batting and pulling. Sam wasn’t even actively engaged. It was like… It was like rolling a pencil in your hand when you were bored, for something to do with your hand. Dean felt his cheeks colour.
Great. Pencil dick. Dean now legitimately had a pencil dick.
Sam watched his little boys face. Dean’s thoughts and emotions were all over the place. Although Sam wanted nothing more than to push Dean face first on the bed and fuck him til he passed out, it wasn’t quite the time. His little boy was a bit too skittish.
Sam’s held back a grin. And he needed to ask for it. There was no way his little boy was going to be cockslut who didn’t beg for cock.
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The silence continued until Dean spoke. And Sam won. Not that there was ever any doubt. There wasn’t any another choice. The sad expression Dean gave him as he whispered ‘yes’ sent a jolt of arousal through his body. And it was almost enough.
He pulled Dean in for a kiss, wrapping long arms around his brother.
“That’s a good choice, baby. You know daddy’s going to make you feel good. Now… what do you want daddy to do?”
Distantly, Dean wondered what he had done to deserve this. It seemed remarkably unfair that a simple salt and burn turned into the most humiliating experience of his life. But there was no point avoiding the inevitable; the sooner Sam had his way, the sooner he would be on his way, the sooner Dean could forget this whole fucking nightmare.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Sam’s hands were running along his hips, his fingers stopped, digging into bruises and bites. “Talk to daddy nicely, Dean.”
Huffing a sigh, Dean repeated, “I want you to fuck me - daddy.”
Sam rewarded him with a kiss. A little bit of attitude was ok. Just a little. “That’s my good boy. Now, baby. You know what we have been talking about. I need you to be specific.”
Sam, Dean decided, was a complete and utter asshole. The single mindedness he was applying to Dean right was off putting. It was fine when it was directed at a hunt, and though he never thought he would say this… he actually has a little sympathy for the monsters they hunt.
“Daddy. Please fuck my ass.”
It was pretty lackluster. Sam decided to let it pass. There would be plenty of time for more practise.
“And why should I do that?”
Sam could see the moment Dean just gave in.
“Because I’m daddy’s hole.”
Sam rewarded him with another kiss. “Since you asked so nicely, baby. Ok, on your hands and knees, in the middle of the bed.”
A firm hand under Dean’s ass, and one on his shoulder moved him from Sam’s lap to the bed. Sam stepped back, leaving Dean alone. He looked little, and scared. Sam’s heart melted and his cock throbbed.
Sam stripped off his clothes as Dean slowly got into position. He kept his back flat and his knees close together. Sam smiled indulgently. How cute.
“Ok Dean, look at daddy.”
Dean turned his head. Sam slowly fisted his cock. Not that he needed too. He was already hard and dripping.
“This,” and Sam paused his fist at the head of his cock, squeezing just under the head. “This is a daddy sized cock. Much bigger your little baby cock. But don’t worry, daddy loves your little cock.”
Sam watched as Dean flushed again. Poor baby, still embarrassed. Sam would be sure to spend a lot of time reassuring him that his baby cock made him happy. Sam had to grip the base of his cock, thinking of having those little treats in his mouth again.
“And daddy’s cock is going to go in your little hole. That’s why I had to stretch it. Don’t want my little boy hurting.”
Sam watched Dean’s thighs and ass clench and flex. He took deep breaths, calming himself down. He didn’t want this to be over too soon. The only place he was coming tonight was in Dean.
“See how happy daddy is when you’re his good boy? Now daddy wants you to spread your legs. Wider. As wide as you can. I want to see your cute little hole, Dean.”
Dean obeyed as slowly as he could. Presenting himself like this was… awkward to say the least. He couldn’t shut out Sam’s soft encouragement, the steady stream of ‘good boy’ and ‘so pretty’ and ‘daddy can’t wait to be buried in his hole’ carving out space in his brain.
He wasn’t paying enough attention though, as Sam’s hand on his shoulder surprised a cry out of him.
“I need you to put your chest to the bed, baby. That’ll spread you nice and wide and daddy can see everything.”
Sam watched, pleased, as Dean slowly lowered himself, crossing his arms and resting his head there. Not a single defiant look or sassy remark. Spanking obviously worked wonders on naughty little boys. He licked his lips as the position spread Dean’s cheeks, just a little. His pretty little asshole peeped out, and Sam could see it gaping, his fingers having done their job.
“Ah! Dean! Even with your legs spread I can barely see your little cock!” Sam dropped to his knees hands gripping Dean’s thighs. He stuck his between Dean’s legs, fascinated by the tiny movements, as Dean shifted away.
“My little boy is so adorable!” Sam couldn’t help but coo.
Dean’s self-conscious movements caused Sam to glance up. And right in front of his eyes was that glorious asshole. Sam salivated, knowing that soon he would be in there. Soon he would be fucking Dean so hard he wouldn’t be able to remember anything else.
Sam couldn’t resist.
“Stay still, baby.”
He knew his next move would unsettle Dean, but the sooner he realised that Sam owned every part of him, the happier they were both going to be. Sam licked a stripe from the base of those beautiful little balls up past Dean’s hole, allowing his tongue to dip in. He could feel Dean’s muscles clench, his trying to keep him out, trying to move away, but Sam just wrapped his hands around Dean’s thighs, as he issued an order to stay still.
He didn’t bother teasing, just pushed his tongue straight in, his tongue meeting with almost no resistance. Sam had done a good job fingering his little boy open. Soon he was nose deep in Dean’s hole. His hole.
Sam got down to the business of getting Dean wet and sloppy, waiting until his saliva dripped from his boys hole before finally he lifted his head. Dean was gasping little gasps, trying to muffle them I the sheets. His thighs quivering as he struggled to stay still. Sam ran gentle fingers over Dean’s hips – such a good boy for daddy.
Sam nuzzled in again, nipping at the edges of Dean’s loosened hole, before lathing the tender spots with his tongue. Finally, Dean’s ready. Loose and sloppy for his Daddy. Sam released his hold on Dean’s hip, hand slipping down to fondle Dean’s cock. He nuzzled in again, only to whisper into Dean’s hole, “such a good little boy, I can tell it feels good Dean. Listen to you moan… daddy’s little cock slut.”
Sam knelt behind Dean, fisting his cock a few times. He was already so hard it hurt. Dean’s stretched hole was peeking through his red cheeks. Such a pretty picture. But enough with the foreplay. Sam was ready to sink into his sweet boy, and he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to watch Dean’s ass as it took his cock for the first time.
“Baby, reach back and hold yourself open for daddy.”
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The words didn’t really make sense. Dean was floating. A combination of humiliation and pleasure. When Sam stuck his face in his ass - fuck! – the way his tongue… and it was the strangest feeling. His dick didn’t give a single twitch but a feeling so good shot through his body. Dean had pushed his face into the mattress, not able to bear hearing himself pant and moan.
Because nothing about this should feel good. He didn’t want this. Not any of it. Through this haze Sam’s word broke through. He thought he had reached the point of no reaction, that he couldn’t feel any more humiliated, but Sam had outdone himself.
“What?”
Sam maneuvered himself over Dean, running hands along his sides until his lips were at Dean’s ears.
“Daddy wants you to reach back, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand and spread them as wide as you can. I want a nice clear nice clear view when I sink my cock into my baby’s - my - hole for the first time.”
“Sammy… I can’t.” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper.
“I don’t think I heard you, Dean.” Sam’s voice was like a whiplash. “It sounds like you forgot Daddy’s name AND you told him no. Do you need another reminder on how to behave?” Sam reinforced his words with a very firm tap to Dean’s hip.
There was no point in denying Sam. It was going to happen – whether now or after… after whatever punishment Sam planned. Better to do it now. Better to get it over and done with.
Dean was unable to stop his body shaking as he slowly moved his arms behind him, feeling his chest sink further into the bed, the position canting his hips up, spreading his cheeks slightly. Unfortunately, he wasn’t beyond humiliation yet. Upon hearing Sam’s pleased sounds he pushed his face into the bed.
“Keep going baby. Show daddy his special place.”
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Sam leant back and admired. The sight was everything Sam had imagined. And he had imagined, imagined Dean laid out before him, like a delicious meal. He’d always pushed those thoughts and feelings to the back of his mind, because Dean hadn’t been open to it. But now he was. Well, he was open. All opened up for Sam…
He lightly ran his knuckles over Dean’s shaking fingers.
“Such a good boy. Such a beautiful boy.”
Sam teased himself, as he slowly his cock along Dean’s ass crack, letting it catch on Dean’s rim. Dean’s deliciously gaping rim.
“You’re so open, baby. Daddy’s big, bit this isn’t going to hurt at all…”
He didn’t bother with anything else, just lined himself up and pushed. The feel as his cock breached that tight ring for the first time was almost too much. If he’d had less self-control, he’d have come then and there, fucking his baby be damned.
But he’d waited this long – there was no way he was coming before he was completely surrounded by Dean’s velvety ass.
Muttering sweet nothings, Sam placed his hands on Dean’s hips, maintaining his balance as he sank slowly but surely into Dean. He couldn’t take his eyes off Dean’s hole, watching it swallow him inch by inch.
Biting back a strangled groan, he felt his face flush as Dean’s asshole fluttered around the intrusion, the way his walls tightened and released as he Sam’s cock filled him.
“Wish you could see this, baby. Your tiny hole is stretching round daddy’s big cock. You’re so tight, Dean. And,” Sam paused to moan. “You feel so fucking good. My perfect baby. My perfect hole.”
Dean tried to shut out the words. But it just allowed him to focus even more on the feeling of Sam cock slowly stretching and filling him. And Sam was right. Although he could feel the stretch, it didn’t hurt. Thank god Sam’s got fucking huge fingers, Dean thought bitterly. And if it didn’t hurt, well at least it didn’t feel goo– ah!
Sam could full the tremor that went through Dean’s body as he bottomed out.
“I knew you’d love having daddy fill you up.”
Dean felt so good around him. Sam stilled, feeling incredibly torn. On the one hand, he wanted to fuck Dean into the mattress, wreck that perfect ass, and watch his come dribbling out of his well fucked hole. He rolled his hips just thinking about it. On the other hand, seeing the way his cock split Dean? The way his boy kept his hands on his ass cheeks? That was fucking hot too. He felt like he could stare for hours.
“What to do, what to do,” he wondered out loud, all the while running his hands over Dean’s hips, thrusting a little just to see Dean wobble as he tried to keep his hands on his ass, keep himself spread wide.
And Dean, like the good little hole he was, laid as still as he could, waiting for Sam to make up his fucking mind and get on with it. Fucking Sam. He could take his time and think about things. It wasn’t like he had a baseball bat shoved up his ass. Dean choked a little and felt tears start again. It wasn’t like he owned a baseball bat.
Dean’s muffled sob seemed to decide Sam. He could take it slow next time. He pulled out, until just the tip split that glorious ass, then slammed back in, luxuriating in the smooth slide, in the feel of Dean surrounding him.
“Good boy,” Sam panted. “Take daddy’s cock. You’re daddy’s hole now, mine to fuck whenever, however I want.” He gripped Dean’s hips tighter, knowing the bruises would blossom on them tomorrow. How he wanted to reach round and play with his little boys soft cock.
Sam moaned.
“You can’t even get hard, baby. Only big boys and daddies get hard, and daddies fuck their little boys,” with a grunt Sam slammed into Dean, “hard.”
The room was filled with the slap of Sam’s balls against Dean’s ass, and the slip of sweaty bodies moving against each other. Although he wanted it to last, Sam could feel his balls tightening as Dean’s silky walls caressed him. His hips started to stutter as bit out “mine!” as his fingers dug cruelly into Dean.
With a final grunt, Sam slammed himself into Dean as deep as he could, before his cock pulsed, sending ropes of comes into Dean’s welcoming ass. Dean could feel the movement, could feel the splash as Sam painted his insides. He held his position and felt the tears start again. He cried silently, waiting for Sam to get out of him, to leave him. He just wanted to have a shower, leave the room, to forget this had ever happened.
Sam had other ideas. He gently disengaged himself, and as his cock slipped free, he pulled Dean close before turning them on their sides. Nudging his hips as close and tight to Dean’s ass as he could, he nestled his soft cock between Dean’s ass cheeks.
“Daddy’s soft too now. Just the same as his little boy.”
He felt Dean shudder, and kissed his shoulder, before saying softly, “You were such a good boy for daddy. See what happens when you are good? Daddy takes care of you.”
Sam wrapped his big arms around Dean, pulling Dean’s hips back until his balls rested against the curve of Dean’s ass. Dean felt the soft puff of Sam’s breath on his nape, before his chin was grasped in a firm grip, face turned towards Sam.
Sam’s eyes had already been soft, but at the sight of fresh tears they softened more. With the rough pad of his thumb he wiped the tears away, before stroking downs Dean’s face to press insistently at his mouth.
Dean was tired. Too tired for any of this. His lips parted easily under the pressure, and Sam just stroked his thumb inside Dean’s mouth, laying claim to it all. They lay in silence, until Dean’s eyes started to drift shut. Removing his thumb, Sam laid kisses against Dean’s forehead, before softly kissing all the freckles he could see. A final chaste kiss to Dean’s lips, freeing his hand to cup Dean’s soft little cock.
As Dean started to drift, Sam whispered in his ear.
“Don’t worry baby, even if you grow up,” and Sam emphasised this with a firm squeeze to Dean’s little cock, “You’ll always be my baby. Daddy will always look after you.”
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