Sammy's Plaything

Chapter 9

 

When Sam awoke, his arms were still clutching Dean to him tightly as if to prevent Dean from escaping. He did not get out of bed but instead considered the events of the night before; he had not realized that performing the spell meant that Dean would lose some of his quintessential Dean-ness. Dean no longer had any knowledge of a life before last night and while that made it easier for Sam to have sex with him, it also meant that Dean had lost some of his personality. Sam had known going in that it would change Dean's personality in others ways to make him more submissive and tractable. In some ways he missed the old Dean and his carefree, cocky smile, but on the other hand he was all too happy to have a Dean sex toy.

 

Sam started licking Dean's neck and nibbling his earlobe which had the desired effect, Dean awoke, clearly more than a little disoriented. Dean tried to extricate himself from the strong arms that held him but it was in vain, Sam would not be dislodged. Grasping Dean tighter, Sam snuggled against his older brother and continued to give him hickeys. There was little Dean could do but lie back and suffer, the simple gesture of affection had begun to torment him as his cock rose to the occasion.

 

"Please master, what is your will?" Dean asked, his voice strained.

 

It gave Sam a thrill to hear his brother so eager to serve. "Do you remember the terms of your contract?"

 

"I do sir."

 

"Didn't the contract specify the role of the slave when his master wakes up aroused?"

 

"Yes, master."

 

Dean scooted down the bed after Sam released him, to settle his head between Sam's thighs. Dean wasn't sure he'd ever given head before but the mechanics of the act seemed simple enough and he set to work enthusiastically. Dean soon found that if he went slowly, he could swallow all of Sam's cock, until his nose was mashed up against Sam's pubic bone. He relished the taste of Sam's precum and the weight of Sam's cock filling his mouth completely. He eagerly bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around the head as he drew back. Before long Dean was sucking Sam like a pro as Sam murmured inarticulate encouragements. Sam's hands gripped Dean's head as he began to fuck his big brother's mouth. Within a few hard thrusts, Sam was cumming and Dean was choking as he tried to swallow the sudden outflow of seed.

 

"Where did you learn such skill, slave?"

 

"I don't know Sam, maybe I've done it before?"

 

This was not the answer Sam wanted to hear. He leaped out of bed, yanking Dean up by his collar and dragging him into the adjoining dungeon. He positioned Dean in front of the St. Andrew's cross so that Dean's back was to him. Sam secured Dean's arm's and legs to the cross with leather cuffs and then he crossed the dimly lit room to the rosewood cabinet. After casting his glance over the entire contents of the cabinet, he selected a black leather paddle with heart shaped studs.

 

Sam smacked Dean's bare ass with the paddle as hard as he could. Dean let out a yelp but immediately thanked his master and began the count. Around the twentieth slap or so Dean started pleading.

 

"Please sir, forgive me. I'm a filthy whore. I only want you. I will serve only you. I love you, master." Dean could barely choke out the words between slaps, as tears streamed down his face.

 

At Dean's heartbreaking cries for mercy, Sam felt his icy heart melt and he lovingly kissed better every welt on Dean's ass. Then Sam freed his dutiful slave, who upon his release fell upon Sam kissing his face. Dean then knelt naked at Sam's feet as if expecting further punishment.

 

"Am I forgiven, sir? I've learned my lesson."

 

Sam didn't answer his brother, he just led him back to the bed and tucked him in, then he left Dean alone to sleep.