Daddy Dean

Dean was happy to return to a guilt-striken younger brother. Sam was just as he should be, on the chair, hands buried in his face, not trying to escape. What pleased Dean even further was how his Sammy looked up at him when he entered the room.

Dean held up a bag of delicious eggs mcmuffins and hash browns.

“Brought you some food. Did you think about what I asked you to?”

Sammy nodded his head, his eyes trailing to the floor. Dean thought he looked more delicious than the food just now and had the urge to take him a second time that morning. But he restrained himself. Sammy needed to eat.

“Yes Daddy. I’ve learned my lesson,” he sounded broken.

Dean didn’t want to put Sammy through so much pain but he would be damned if the younger Winchester left him now. The blond-haired man brought the food to the dining table and Sam hesitantly stood up. Dean smiled at him, letting him know it was all right to eat. Sam grabbed his portion and began munching.

The two ate a silent meal together. Then after they were through, Dean had Sammy suck his cock for dessert. His little brother was enjoying it too much, head bobbing while Dean sat down stroking his fingers through Sammy’s hair.

Because Sammy’s mouth was full (with cock, Dean thought with a grin) he couldn’t say anything. Dean did all the talking for him.

“Good boy. You make me so happy when you let me fuck your mouth. Are you going to swallow? You are, aren’t you?”

Before Hell Sammy never swallowed. He always spat it out, which insulted Dean more than he let on. Well Dean was going to make sure that his little slut took him all in.

The older Winchester felt his breath caught in his throat, the pleasure surge, then his seed spilled out. He ordered Sam to swallow before the other could react. Sam hesitated at first, as if he were fighting the command. But in the end, he gulped down the cum loudly. Dean rewarded him by petting him on the head.

“Such a good boy. But you didn’t get to cum yet, did you Sammy?”

The taller of the two looked up at his older brother, his eyes hopeful. Dean could never resist those puppy eyes. He was probably hoping Dean would return the favor and suck his length.

Dream on, little brother, he thought to himself.

Dean got off the couch and ordered Sam to lie down on it, the younger brother’s cock was bulging and needy as Sam did as he was told, lying down on his back. His cock stood straight up like a soldier standing in attention.

Hmm. Soldier Sammy. Now that Dean thought about it, soldier Sammy sounded hot to him- the tall, dark-haired man in a uniform while Dean gave him orders.

“Dean,” Sam pleaded, snapping the older one out of his fantasies.

He wouldn’t reprimand him for calling him by his first name right now. Dean was in too much of a good mood to let the simple slip of the tongue ruin it.

“Sammy, touch yourself.”

Sam’s hand flew to his own erection, stroking up and down. Dean waited until Sam was getting close to say his next order.

“But don’t cum.”

The little brother groaned. He was just about to release when Dean  said that. Now it felt like something was wrapped around his penis tightly, keeping him from coming. Sam gave Dean a pleading look.

“Daddy. Please let me cum.”

Dean grinned. He stared down at the fuckable Winchester haughtily.

“Keep stroking yourself. But don’t cum.”

Another groan as Sam did as he was told. Dean could see sweat starting to form on his little brother’s forehead. His Sammy looked as red as a tomato and like he was going to burst at any second.

“Daddy, I need you. Let me cum, please!”

“Now now Sammy, I’m going to let you cum. But not just yet. But I promise, it’ll feel so good once you can. Keep stroking yourself.”

A few minutes of this torture and Sammy was pleading for Dean to let him cum, to fuck him, to suck him, anything to help him cum. Dean was quiet while Sammy struggled with the command, stroking faster in hopes that it would help, thrashing a little to get more friction. But Dean knew that was only going to make it worse.

“I need you,” Sam repeated, “I need you, Daddy. How can I cum? Please tell me! Tell me how I can cum.”

“Hmm. How can you cum? Let me think,” Dean stalled with a smirk.

“Daddy!”

So far Sam had not forgot to call him Daddy. Dean figured his little brother deserved a reward for that.

“Okay, Sammy. Cum for me, baby.”

Sam’s penis jerked once, twice, before thick streams of semen sprayed out. Sam smiled in relief. He was left catching his breath while Dean watched.

After awhile, Dean turned away.

“Well Sammy, how about a movie? One in the theaters? There’s one about ghosts that we can watch just for laughs.”

They always did like to watch the ‘scary’ movies that had a lot of inaccuracies about the supernatural. Sam sat up.

“Really? We’re going out?”

“I’m hurt, Sam. You think I was just going to keep you a prisoner here forever? No. Let’s go out for a movie. Don’t try to escape. Don’t tell anyone we’re brothers or that you’re being held against your will. And don’t call me Daddy in public.”