Want

Want
Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing: Sam/Dean

“You still want to do it?” Sam said, turning his eyes from the heavy woods towards his brother Dean, who was driving the Chevy Impala. Sam had been quiet and thinking for almost an hour. He ran his fingers across the back of Dean’s neck slowly and stroked lightly. Dean shivered slightly and Sam smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Dean glanced towards him and swallowed, “Yeah, if you want to Sam.”

“Stop the car and turn around where it’s safe then. We passed an old road that went off into the woods that doesn’t look like it’s been used for a long time. The car won’t be visible from the road there.” Sam pointed back in the direction they’d just come from.

Dean slowed the car and turned it around. It’d been a couple of hours since they’d seen another car. They really were in the wilderness. He drove slowly back up the hilly road until Sam told him where to turn.

He turned onto the abandoned road and drove very slowly, worried about the condition, but Sam was right and they didn’t have to go very far before they were totally out of view of the road. It was a thickly wooded area with a lot of trees.

Dean stopped the car and turned it off. He looked over at Sam expectantly.

“Get out of the car and open the trunk,” Sam said evenly as he got out. Dean nodded and did as he was told. They hadn’t even started anything yet and he could feel his cock stirring.

Sam pointed to a large duffle bag. “Bring that and walk behind me.”

Dean nodded as he picked it up and closed the trunk. Sam was already moving off down the hill. Dean fell in behind him. The bag was full and he wondered how far they’d walk before Sam found exactly what he was looking for. Dean could feel his anticipation building.

Sam walked through the woods glancing up frequently checking out the trees. He was looking for trees with good branches and some clearing around them. They had hours of daylight left still, but he wanted them to be finished and back in the car before dark. He’d wound himself up fantasizing about this. Dean had talked about it as they had driven along and had finally begged Sam to do this with him in the woods. They’d played around with BDSM before but now they went further each time.

‘I’m gonna have to pace things and keep it under control so it’s good for both of us,’ Sam thought as he stopped suddenly to glance around. Dean was thinking about what they were going to do and ran into Sam hard, knocking him against a tree and dropping the bag.

Sam spun around quickly and pointed towards the ground. “Kneel on your knees now and assume the position! What’s the matter with you running into me like that?” Sam growled.

“Sorry,” Dean said quickly looking down. He kneeled down separating his knees, sat back against his thighs and heels and rested his upward palms on his knees. He knew better than to give Sam eye contact right now.

Sam bent over and picked up the duffle bag. “Stay right here and don’t move. I’ll be back.” He’d seen the trees he wanted to use and had decided do things slightly differently with his brother this time.

Sam tossed the bag on the ground and unzipped it, pulling out several long ropes. He took one in his left hand and held the loops as he twirled the weighted rope in his right, sending it flying into the branches. He picked up the weighted end and positioned the ropes like he wanted them. The second rope took longer but he got it on the third try. He tied off a couple of additional ropes just in case he wanted to use them.

He knew Dean was watching him, every movement he made. He smiled. He knew Dean was already excited. They had been together for quite a while before they had figured out that while Dean liked to be in control in everyday activities, he liked being submissive to Sam sexually. Dean was a sexual masochist and sensitive Sam had a definite sadistic dominant side to him. They gave each other what they really wanted.

Sam went to the black bag and pulled out some leather straps. He walked back over to his brother. “Give me your right wrist,” Sam directed. “Now the left.” He strapped the wide leather cuffs onto Dean’s wrists before walking behind him. He wrapped his fingers gently around his brother’s neck and could feel his breathing hitch. He ran his fingers over his neck and jaw before strapping a leather choker around his neck.

“Follow me,” Sam ordered. Dean nodded and followed him to the clearing Sam had selected. Sam stood back, folded his arms and smirked. “Stand still right here and only do what I tell you to do.” Sam pulled and pushed Dean to exactly where he wanted him standing.

Dean’s breathing quickened. He wanted Sam to control him, to hurt him, just like before.

Sam gave him a shove backwards. Dean’s eyebrows raised and he’d almost protested the shove but he caught himself. Sam’s eyes narrowed, as though he was trying to decide on how to provoke Dean into an infraction. He knew Dean wanted this. Dean had asked, no begged for it.

Sam started quickly unbuttoning Dean’s shirt and without thinking Dean reached up and began to unbutton it too until Sam’s hand grabbed his wrists. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Dean? If I’d wanted you to do it, I’d have told you.” Sam said angrily. Dean put his hands back down to his sides. Usually Sam told him to undress and watched him do it.

Sam continued to unbutton his shirt and pushed it roughly down over Dean’s shoulders. He pulled the shirt off and threw it over a nearby tree limb. He stepped closer and to the side of his brother and ran his hands over the light hairs of Dean’s abs. Dean quivered under his touch. ‘God, there’s nothing in the world like doing this with him. To know that I’m making him feel this,’ Sam thought as he breathed heavier himself.

Sam pulled the hem of the t-shirt up and over Dean’s head. Sam stood back slightly and admired Dean’s body. He’d always thought Dean was much better looking than him. Tight, muscular, masculine and gorgeous. It was almost a shame to mark him up even temporarily but there was something in his brother that wanted this pain – wanted to be abused - that got off on it. Sam had to admit to himself there was a part of himself that liked seeing Dean marked up and knowing that he had done it to him… that Dean belonged to him alone.

Sam reached up and pinched Dean’s nipples hard. Dean’s eyes closed as he hissed and moved slightly under his touch. His nipples were sensitive and Sam seemed to particularly enjoy toying with them. He grabbed his right pec muscle and squeezed it before circling the nipple repeatedly with his index finger as he walked behind him. He pressed against Dean’s back and pinched both nipples. Dean pushed back against him and moaned. It was all he could do to not swat Sam’s hands away. It was making him crazy and he could feel his cock already swelling in his pants.

Sam whispered in his ear, “You sure respond to having your tits played with boy, you moan like a slut. I might have to fuck you like one if you keep this up.” Sam ran his hands slowly down Dean’s abs and roughly over his cock and balls in his jeans.

“Oh God,” Dean moaned as he moved his head back against Sam’s neck and shoulder. Sam slid his hand up Dean’s cock. He was already hard and erect; he’d been turned on from the start. Sam ran his left hand up the back of Dean’s jeans and squeezed his left butt cheek hard. Dean wasn’t prepared for Sam’s next move. Sam took his right hand and squeezed the head of Dean’s cock painfully tight. He yelped and grabbed Sam’s wrist without thinking. Sam snapped his wrist from his grip.

“You’re just making your punishment worse grabbing me like that. Use your safe words to make me stop or quit. You say you want this. You fight me or interfere and there are consequences later,” Sam said tersely as he moved around and stood in front of Dean. He put his hands under his jaw, “Look at me…” he waited for Dean’s eyes to meet his. “You understand me?”

Dean nodded and Sam could see the tension in Dean’s jaw. He always thought that this part of their games was the hardest part for Dean – having to hold his tongue and not give some flip or smart aleck comment back when Sam dominated. Dean could take the pain and stimulation – wanted it in fact, but it was hard when Sam deliberately tried to provoke him. Sibling rivalry was still alive and well.

“Take your shoes and socks off,” Sam demanded. He stood back slightly and watched Dean toss them to the side.

He undid Dean’s leather belt and pulled it from his jeans. He unbuttoned the jeans and pulled his pants down to his knees. Dean was nude from the knees up standing in front of Sam who was still fully clothed. It made him feel his nakedness even more acutely. He was breathing harder and deeper.

Sam walked around him looking him over, his close scrutiny made Dean blush.

“Take ‘em all off. I want you naked now.” Sam watched his every movement as he stripped.

“Kneel down in front of me, eyes straight ahead and do nothing else,” Sam directed.

Dean did it, waiting for Sam’s next move. He didn’t have to wait long. Sam ran his hand over his own crotch before unzipping and pulling his cock out. He didn’t need to stroke it, it was already hard and erect. He stepped up and began to rub his cock across Dean’s face and head, then tapping it against him. He smeared his pre-cum across Dean’s full lips. Dean made a little whimper. He loved Sam’s musky sexual smell.

Sam could see the desire in Dean’s face, he wanted to suck Sam’s cock and get him off. It was hard not being able to touch it, to suck on it.

“Please Sam?” Dean asked softly.

“What slut? You want my cock? Do you want to lick my cock? You wanna taste me?”

Dean nodded.

Sam stepped back. “Well, you haven’t earned that yet.” He put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. Dean grimaced in spite of himself.

‘Shit, this is torture. He’s tempting me and not letting me have it,’ Dean thought as he sighed. He licked Sam’s pre-cum from his lips and it only made it worse. He wanted him even more.

Sam gathered two of the ropes from the ground. “Stand up… hand me your wrists.” He took Dean’s wrists and ran a rope through each one’s strap. He pulled the first arm hard into the air and then the other, tying them off to tree branches so that Dean’s arms were stretched high over his head. He still had his feet on the ground but only barely.

“Stand still,” Sam ordered as he ran his fingernails across his body before he grabbed both of Dean’s cheeks and spread his ass open. He licked across Dean’s nipples and flicked his tongue across them making them pointy. Dean panted lightly. Sam bit him harder on the breast and Dean hissed. If Sam got too excited with their play Dean knew he might end up with several bite marks.

Sam was just getting started. He went back to the duffle bad and selected several things, stuffing his pockets. He flicked his fingertips across both Dean’s nipples before pinching and pulling on them repeatedly. He decided to ramp this up a bit and roughly twisted first one nipple and then the other repeatedly. Dean was biting his bottom lip trying to not cry out yet.

Sam sucked on his left nipple and then his right. “So nice and puffy now. I think I might have to pierce these nipples for you. They’d look fucking great with barbells in them. What do you think? You want me to pierce your nipples sometime?”

Dean’s eyebrows arched up. He’d never really thought about it, but maybe Sam was right. It might make playing with his nipples even more fun. He nodded yes.

“That’s my boy. That would be cool and you’d look great.” Sam reached in his pocket and pulled out two nipple clamps attached by a metal chain. He squeezed the sides of one breast to make the nipple stand out further, clamped it on and cranked the clamp down ‘til it was squeezing the sides of his nipple. He gave it a pull and satisfied, did the same with the other one.

He fondled and played with Dean’s balls and cock. Dean closed his eyes and moaned as Sam went down on his knees and took the head of his cock in his mouth. Sam swirled his tongue around the head and down the sides before he dipped lower and licked Dean’s balls. Dean jerked slightly from the sensation. Sam sucked first one ball and then the other into his mouth.

“God Sam you’ve got me leaking. Shit that feels good!”

“Don’t you come without permission! You tell me if you feel like you’re gonna come. You understand?” Sam was still on his knees waiting for Dean’s reply. Dean nodded that he understood.

Sam took Dean’s cock into his mouth until he reached his pubic hair and began giving his brother a slow hard blowjob. Dean’s head fell back again. He didn’t think he was going to last very long with what Sam was doing.

He finally had to tell him, “I’m gonna come Sammy if you keep this up. Right now.”

Sam pulled back wiping his mouth and Dean groaned, “Oh God don’t stop…please Sam – let me come.”

Sam reached into another pocket and pulled out two leather cock and ball rings. Dean moaned and sighed frustrated – this meant Sam was going to control when he came. Sam grabbed him by the balls and strapped one tightly around them. He hooked a heavy weight to it through the D-ring so it pulled them down. They looked tight and shiny he thought. The other he strapped tightly around the base of Dean’s cock and batted it back and forth. He could tell on Dean’s face it was intense but that he liked it - Dean liked a little CBT.

Sam stood up putting his right hand behind Dean’s neck and drew him in for a long probing kiss.

“You ready for your discipline?” Sam asked. Dean nodded yes slowly.

“I’ll give you the choice – you want to be worked over with the leather paddle, the riding crop or the cat? You decide.”

“The cat. I want the cat.” Dean almost whispered it.

Sam pulled out the black cat o’ nine tails whip. He knew Dean wanted to be hurt and marked up asking for this. It would leave marks on him for longer and cut him up worse.

“Back, ass and thighs?”

Dean nodded yes. Sam’s eyes looked cold and intense.

“What do you want? Beg me for it Dean.”

“I want you to whip me ‘til I safe word you Sam. Don’t stop before then. Please…I’m begging you, let me set the limit.”

Sam was glad he was standing behind Dean so he didn’t see his face. He made a hurt grimace when he heard what Dean wanted. ‘Christ,’ he thought, ‘How guilty is Dean feeling right now? He may have me really tear him up if he feels like he needs punishing. He’s got such a high pain tolerance. I don’t know if I can take him that far or not.’

Sam walked around to face Dean. “If I give you what you want now, I get what I want from you for 24 hours, any time I ask for my payback. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Dean said quietly. He knew it could be risky giving Sam carte blanche but he’d probably just want to fuck him senseless anyway.

Sam took the cat o’nine tails whip and ran it along Dean’s face before holding it before his lips. “Kiss it and remember you chose this.” Dean kissed the whip and closed his eyes as Sam walked around to his back side.

“You better fucking safe-word me Dean, don’t you let this go too far.” Dean was the bottom and controlled the scene, but Sam knew Dean was more likely to let this go further than he would.

Sam stood there a while, looking at his brother’s muscular nude body strung up between the trees. This would take all of his control and tapping into strong emotions to give Dean this pain he so badly desired. Sam thought of things that he disliked about his brother and their hunter lifestyle. The things that irritated him, the things that made him want to choke Dean sometimes. He also thought of how strong his love was for his brother, how he lusted after him, how he’d do anything for him, even die for him or kill if he had to. How his love was so strong he’d hurt his brother because he’d begged him to.

Sam took three deep breaths before striking Dean hard across his thighs and ass. Dean jerked forwards but there was nowhere to go since he was tied to trees. No way to escape it. Sam took his time and tried to move the strikes about and not work any one spot too much. The red stripes were visible on him immediately. Dean gasped and cried out with some of the strikes. Sam could tell he’d clamped his jaw shut and was trying to not scream. Sam stopped briefly to examine his work and caressed Dean’s bright red ass. He spit into his left hand and pushed it down circling Dean’s anus. He glided his finger tips in small circles around his hole and Dean moaned in pure pleasure.

The whipping continued. Sam was drawing blood with the strikes and decided to move to his upper back. Dean strained against the ropes and after several strokes against his upper and middle back, Sam could see he was crying with the pain. He stopped and walked around to face Dean, wiping the tears on his face.

“You wanna safe word me Dean?”

“No Sam, keep going damn it! I’ll call you off.” Dean said as he looked him in the eyes.

Dean heard him mutter ‘fuck’ right before he laid into him again. Sam still tried to move the strokes around, landing some of them on his shoulders, but avoiding his lower back and body joints. Dean was crying out and bleeding. Sam watched almost morbidly absorbed at what each stroke of the cat did when it hit Dean.

Dean finally sobbed and cried out, “Mercy Master Please!”

Sam stopped immediately, took off his own shirt and wiped the blood from the whip off on the tail of it. He coiled the whip and threw it down on the duffle bag. He felt totally wrung out. He didn’t realize how much it had affected him until he saw his hands were shaking.

‘Damn Dean for letting it go this far,’ he thought, ‘This was further than we’ve ever taken it. He’s cut up badly from the cat.’ He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself back down. He was full of adrenaline and knew it would take hours to get over this. It was gonna take Dean days to recover.

Sam went to him and wrapped himself gently against his brother’s back and moaned at the warm wetness of Dean’s blood now on his own chest. He kissed his brother repeatedly as he reached around and removed the nipple clamps and cock and ball rings. Dean moaned and twisted in his arms at the sensation of the blood flowing again. Sam reached up and undid both leather wrist straps and caught his brother in his arms. He walked Dean to a nearby large rock and leaned him against it.

“Let me suck you off,” Sam said as he kneeled down in front of Dean.

“I want you to fuck me Sam.”

“Why don’t you let me get you off? It’ll be quicker. I want to get you to a motel and cleaned up. The cat cut the hell outa you,” Sam said as he was stroking his brother’s cock.

“No damn it, fuck me! I want you to come in me,” Dean said as he was pulling Sam up.
He unzipped Sam’s pants and pushed them down his thighs. He ran his hand over Sam’s cock and balls and was pleased when he heard Sam gasp.

“Fine, but it’s gonna take me a minute.” Sam didn’t want to point out that it had been so intense for him that he’d lost his erection.

“That’s no problem,” Dean said as he spit into his hand and began to fist Sam hard, fast and roughly. His roughness was turning Sam on. Soon it was hard to tell if his moans were from pain or pleasure.

“Turn around and put your right foot up on that rock Dean,” Sam said as he turned Dean away from him. Sam spit into his hand and pushed first one finger in slowly and then two. Dean’s moans were ragged – it made Sam want to take him right now. He spit again and slicked his cock and pushed it all the way in one stroke.

“Holy shit Sam. Give me a second to relax,” Dean said as he closed his eyes and held onto Sam’s hand on his hip.

Finally Dean nodded and Sam began screwing his brother in earnest. There was no other feeling like this in the world. Nowhere else he wanted to be than right here, doing this with Dean. Sam wrapped his right hand around Dean’s cock and began jerking him off in time with his thrusts. They were both moaning. Sam was talking dirty to him, telling him he was such a whore for letting his brother fuck him like this. He knew it would get Dean off faster.

It didn’t take long until Dean shot cum all over the rock and cried out his name. Dean’s orgasm was always so strong when they did this. His orgasm took Sam over the top too. Dean smiled, Sam was loud when he came, and there was no mistaking what was going on.

After a few moments, Dean pulled away and turned around to face him. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and held him. He needed reassurance that everything was alright.

“Are we okay – Dean? The two of us?”

“Yeah, we’re okay.” Dean threaded his hands through Sam’s hair and stroked his face. They kissed one another slowly, not wanting to leave one another’s touch. Sam sighed.

Dean held and caressed his face. “Remember Sam, I wanted it.”