Sammy's Plaything

Chapter 11

 

The days passed quickly for Dean, rapidly become weeks and months. For the most part he was happy with Sam, very happy. Dean spent the bulk of his days finding ways to amuse himself when Sam was working. Dean didn't know what Sam did but it seemed illicit, sinister even. Sam seemed to have a lot of dangerous looking people that lived in and around his house that took orders from him. Sam often referred to these people as demons, they looked normal enough though harsher and crueler than your average Joe. Perhaps, demon was the name of Sam's gang or crime empire or whatever.

 

Sometimes Dean feared Sam, really feared him, like this time when one of Sam's lackeys dragged this angry black man into the house and Dean spent days listening to the man scream in agony in the basement. He had heard that the man's name was Gordon and he was a hunter of some sort. Sam had something personal against the man, but he never did hear what it was. Some days later the screams stopped and Dean saw some "demons" carrying a sack outside that was about the size of a person.

 

There were other times when Sam was very tender with Dean, when he would pull Dean to him and kiss him softly, make love to him gently. While Dean did love the tender moments he found he did enjoy the darker side of Sam's love, when the whip fell hard and fast against his back as he moaned against the whipping post. Sometimes Dean deliberately disobeyed his master and mouthed off just to earn punishment.

 

Dean found that he spent a lot time in the gym when Sam was busy with his work whatever that might be. In addition to working out on the machines, Dean practiced weapons training and discovered much to his surprise that he was an expert with most any weapon, which raised serious questions about his life he couldn't remember, before he was Sam's slave and lover. However, for the most part Dean was content being a kept boy and a sex slave.

 

There was one day that bothered Dean and shook him out of his complacency. He had been in the great hall, curled up at his master's feet clad only his leather collar as he did sometimes when he was bored. That day he had also been wearing a leash that Sam held as he stroked Dean's hair absent-

mindedly. Unexpectedly an older stocky man with a beard and a baseball cap had burst into the mansion furiously. Sam looked up, in what Dean was startled to see, was mild alarm.

 

"Bobby, what are you doing here?" Sam asked through gritted teeth as if he was being polite only because he had to.

 

"What the Hell, Sam! What the Hell have you done your brother! Look at him curled up at your feet like a puppy, that's just not right!"

 

Dean had been very confused by this exchange, he had noticed that sometimes during sex, Sam called him his brother, but Dean had asssumed it was some sort of kink like calling someone daddy during sex. Dean had went along with the whole brother kink thing, even called Sam his baby brother back, because he believed that there was no way it could be true, they were way too different. Dean just didn't believe the old man, Bobby, there was no way they could be brothers. All the same something else bothered him, he had the nagging feeling he'd seen this Bobby person before after all the man seemed to know him.

 

"Sam you need to stop and think about Dean's needs. Do you really think he's happy, enslaved by your magic? You can't keep him under enchantment forever," Bobby continued.

 

"Shut up, Bobby! You can't talk me out of this. I waited so long and now I have him just like I want him. I won't give him up."

 

Dean's head was spinning, magic there was no such thing as magic and he felt he needed to interject, they had no right to talk about him as if he wasn't there. "Listen up, buddy, Bobby, whoever you are. I'll make my own decisions and I like things the way they are. You need to go. I'm staying right here with Sam. I'm happy. Leave us alone."

 

The poor old man looked somewhat shocked and then his face hardened with resolve. He looked as if he were about to make some threats but Sam cut him off.

 

"You heard him, Bobby. He's happy here. You can't force me to let him go, because we're like family and you could never hurt me, so just what were you planning to do?"

 

Bobby said nothing. He glared at them both, turned on his heel and left. He was almost out the doors when he shouted back, "This ain't over!"

 

After that Sam had beefed up the mansion's security. Now there were always "demon" guards standing watch, ready to unleash the dogs.

 

Try as he might, Dean couldn't make sense of that day, as near as he could figure Bobby must be crazy. Dean certainly knew better than to ask Sam to explain it, those kind of questions about his past and their relationship were never welcome. He had done the only thing he could do and teased Sam until he dragged him off to bed for a quick fuck. He didn't forget the day though and it continued to unsettle him. Eventually Dean found it was best just to try and ignore it, nothing was ever going to change.