Manipulation

When he came to, he was aware of three things:
1) He was lying on a bed.
2) His arms were sore, as if he’d just wrestled with a troll and came out the loser
3) He was naked

Beyond that, he knew nothing else. He cast his mind to the last thing he remembered … He and his brother had been investigating mysterious disappearances at the local college campus. Disappearances where the only ‘calling card of the kidnapper’ left behind, as the sheriff’s department had called it, were traces of sulphur. They had split up to talk to the roommates of the victims. He had just finished a call to his brother and was walking back to meet up with him when…

… he’d been grabbed from behind. He’d never even heard it coming before he’d become aware of the sweet smell of chloroform. Then it became dark. How long had he been out?

He blearily opened his eyes. The room spun out of focus and he immediately shut them again. Hearing rustling in the room, he turned his head to face the sound before attempting once again to open his eyes.

Success!

“You’re awake” came the unfamiliar voice. Sam noted that it was male.

He squinted, trying to make out the face hiding behind the shadows. “Who are you?” It came out as nothing more than a croak.

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy” said the voice again, his tone taking on a chiding inflection as if teasing a small child.

Sam licked his lips. His mouth felt dry, like the time Dean had tricked him into swallowing cotton balls when he was six, telling him that it was cotton candy. But there was another strange taste in his mouth… metallic? He opened his mouth and tried again.

“What do you want” His voice stronger this time. He tried to rise but winced in pain as he was jerked back to the bed again. Raising his eyes upwards, he noticed that his hands had been tied to the headboard.

“Are you hungry?” The voice was closer to him this time.

Sam whipped his head around at the voice. Damn! He hadn’t even noticed the man?/demon?/thing? coming closer to him. He tensed as it?/he? sat down on the bed beside him, its?/his? face still hidden in the darkness of the room.

“Don’t be afraid” the voice whispered, “I’ll take care of you.” Its/his hands moved to stroke his face.

Sam reacted instantly, trying to move towards the edge of the bed but hands moving faster than he could see held him still.

“You’ll be safe here, loved, protected. No more fear, no more pain. Just you and me” it?/he? continued, its?/his hands moving down until they cupped his groin.

Sam’s breath hitched, feeling sick as he realised what was about to happen to him. He swallowed convulsively, trying to keep his dinner down. But to its/his credit, it/he could see Sam’s discomfort, rolling Sam onto his side so he wouldn’t choke on his own bile. As he retched, he vaguely heard the voice making soothing noises and whisper words of encouragement while it/he rubbed his back in small circles.

When he could retch no more, he was laid back down on his back. A clicking sound told him that his restraints had been removed but between his heaving and the chloroform, he could take no advantage from his sudden freedom.

“Poor Sammy. It’s okay. Chris will take care of you.”

He became aware that Chris? had moved to straddle him.

His hands moved up his chest to cruelly pinch his nipples, forcing Sam to arch up to meet his touch.

“You’re very responsive aren’t you?”

Sam could feel his mouth working up his neck. He bucked, trying to jerk away from the touch. “Please” he whimpered.

But Chris paid him no heed, continuing to suck and bite, marking him.

“I’m going to be inside you” Chris told him. “But I’ll make it so good for you, you’ll see”

“No, no, please, no, stop” he sobbed, making another feeble attempt to move away from the body that was on top of him.

“Shhh” came the calm reply as Sam felt him move his hands through his hair… an action so reminiscent of Dean.

Dean, Sam thought with a sob.

He felt something thick and hard at his entrance and began thrashing harder. He continued his litany of “No” and “please”, only stopping when he felt a sudden pressure around his neck.

Immediately, Sam moved his hands to his neck to release the hands so tightly wound around it. Tears flowed freely from his eyes.

“Don’t be like that” Chris said as he licked the tears from his face.

Despite his admonishment, or perhaps in spite of it, Sam began sobbing harder and harder as he fought to breathe.

“ I said enough” Chris said angrily, releasing Sam’s throat to throw punches at him until all Sam could do was lay there and take what was being done to his body.

Dully, he could feel Chris push his cock into him. But the pain at the intrusion seemed so far removed from him, it was as if it was happening to someone else.

“God, you’re so tight” he panted into Sam’s ear as he began hammering into him faster and faster.

Sam could feel himself bleeding. But the pain was still so far away. If only it would come back. Then it might wake him enough to stop the violation occurring to him. He closed his eyes.

SLAP!

Sam’s eyes flew open.

“Keep them open” Chris ordered as his hands roamed freely on Sam’s body.

Sam felt it all go past him, the only thing he was aware of now was the sound of smacking skin drumming in his ears until…

The hand had moved all the way down to his limp member. Sam began whimpering as the hand roughly pulled his sex, fondling his balls until Sam’s cock stood erect.

“So beautiful” Chris moaned as he slammed his hips into him one final time, cuming deep within him.

He pulled his now soft member from Sam’s body with a soft plop. But instead of allowing Sam reprieve, Chris grabbed his hips to hold him still as he took Sam in his mouth, sucking and licking. The sensations! It wasn’t long before Sam himself was cuming hard into Chris' mouth who greedily swallowed every drop.

Sam shuddered and tried to look away. Sam gasped as Chris’ hands harshly grabbed his dick. “Look at me.” As desperate and scared eyes turned to face him, Chris felt a rush of power. “I don’t want to hurt you” he continued, “but you’re only doing it to yourself. If you’d only do what you’re told.”

Chris moved off him. Sam could hear him rummaging around before he returned, a glass of water in his hand. He lifted Sam up partially, guiding the glass to his mouth. “Drink”.

Sam shook his head, aware that his denial could make things worse for him. But if he gave in now, it’d be harder to say no later.

In a rare moment of tenderness, Chris said softly “Please Sammy.”

He looked so like Dean in that moment and sounded so like him that Sam let himself think it was his brother here with him, comforting him. He needed to believe that, if only to get through this. He obediently opened his mouth, swallowing all the water in large gulps.

The water tasted strange, almost metallic.

“What? –” Sam began before a yawn overtook him. He dimly felt his hands being restrained against the headboard again.

His eyelids felt too heavy to keep open so he acquiesced, sinking down… down… down…

SNSNSNSNSNSNSN

When he woke again, he didn’t even wonder how much time had passed this time. He felt dirty. Useless. Pathetic. Oh God, he’d been raped. Raped. Raped. Raped. That was all he could think of. He knew he had to get out of here. Or at least get a message to Dean. But all he could feel was a huge gaping hole within him becoming bigger and bigger by the second, and him sinking within it, while the words roared in his head. Raped. Raped. Raped. He held back a sob. Chris didn’t like it when he cried. Sam caught himself – Oh God. Since when did he define himself in terms of Chris, his rapist? Dimly, he wondered if it was normal that he felt so down. He closed his eyes and let the darkness take him once more.

Unbeknownst to him, Chris was watching him closely. He hid a smile as he watched the boy grapple with his emotions. He was pleased he had decided to give his Sammy his “special brew.” The best part about it? It fucked with the mind and body, leaving both vulnerable. It would ensure that Sammy would be his sooner rather than later. The only drawback is that the first couple of “shots” unsettled the stomach.

Too bad really, Chris thought, I would've liked to taste those sweet lips of his.

TBC