Sammy's Plaything

Chapter 14

 

After Sam left, a strange silent man came into the dungeon and making sure Dean was restrained moved him back into the lavish bedroom he had initially woken up in, the one he was sure was Sam's. Dean was tied to the bedpost by a length of rope attached to his collar as before, but this time it was longer so he could reach the bathroom.

 

Dean was still very, very confused about his feelings and the situation he found himself in. He could understand how he must have enjoyed the S/M side of his relationship with Sam when he was under the spell, he had always had inclinations in that direction. His liking a man wasn't much of a stretch either as he was pretty sure he was bisexual. What he couldn't understand was how Dean Winchester no longer under the influence of a spell could get a sexual thrill kissing his baby brother against his will. If Sam had kept kissing in Dean was pretty sure he would have caved. If it was so morally reprehensible, why did it feel so right. What was he going to do when Sam came in, because surely he would this was Sam's bedroom after all.

 

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Sam snuck in at about midnight, but Dean was wide awake on the bed waiting for him. Sam had ferverntly hoped that his older brother would be asleep when he got in and he could just snuggle against him and get some guilt free sleep. It was right that he feel so guilty, he had sexually enslaved his brother and he was definitely planning to do so again.

 

"Sam, why did you move me back in here?"

 

Dean didn't sound angry, just weary, that was encouraging at least. "Look, I couldn't keep you there it was barbaric and I've done you enough wrong already. I won't make any moves on you or anything Dean. Let's just go to sleep."

 

Deam almost laughed, for once Sammy didn't want to talk. Now he knows how I feel, he thought. "Okay Sam, but we will talk in the morning. You can't get off that easy."

 

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When Dean woke up, Sam was plastered to his back, his arms around Dean tightly. It was getting uncomfortable not only because Sam was holding him too tight, but Sam's erect cock was poking his ass. Dean knew his own cock would react soon and that would be very difficult to explain. He still didn't feel 100 percent okay with this, being his brother's lover.

 

"Uh Sam..."

 

Sam didn't say anything he just snuggled closer, nuzzling his nose against Dean's neck.

 

"Sam for God's sake, your dick is poking me in the ass. Snap out of it!"

 

"You're no fun."

 

Sam loosened his hold and sighed as Dean wriggled away.

 

"This really becoming a bad habit, Sam. You have to stop it. I may have been a little to harsh on you yesterday but we are talking about a mortal sin here, damnation for all eternity. The situation is pretty black and white here. Incest is wrong and you would do well to remember that."

 

Sam snorted in response. Sam looked like he was in a pissy mood. Dean discreetly edged further away. He had to be strong about this and maintain his position on the matter. Incest was wrong and that was that. He chanced a glance at Sam, who now appeared to completating something, probably how to get in my lack of pants, thought Dean. He was starting flush under all the intense attention his naked body was getting.

 

But Sam just left the bed morosely and put on his clothes.

 

"Don't I get clothes?" Dean demanded.

 

"I'm sorry, Dean but it's against the terms of your contract."

 

"There's a contract?!" Dean yelled at Sam's retreating back.

 

There was nothing to do in the room now that Sam, his only entertainment had left. So Dean went back to sleep. He had only slept restlessly the night before anyway.