"You're joking right? This is a joke." Dean looked up at Sam with terror in his eyes. "Sammy, you can't be serious, you can't do this to me!"

"Ah, but I am," Sam chuckled maniacally, moving from his position between Deans legs. "You are going to wear that all day."

"Sam! I am not wearing this butt plug all day. And even if I did you'd at least have to let me get off before I agreed to anything! You can't simply wake me up with a blow job, finger me open stick this thing in and expect me to be okay with getting dressed and eating breakfast." Sam had a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips, and Dean knew he was screwed. Of course he could take it out, or even jerk himself off and be done with it, but Dean knew that Sam wanted this, and he'd do anything Sam wanted. "Fuck."

"There's a good boy," Sam's face lit up in an excited smile when Dean accepted his fate and sat up, reaching for his bag to start dressing. Sam leaned down to press their lips together softly, just a gentle press at first, slowly morphing into a deeper kiss. Dean responded enthusiastically, totally aroused by not only the constant pressure of the toy, but his brothers reaction to it. By the time they were out of breath and moaning into each others mouths Sam had pressed his big brother back onto the bed and was pulling something out of his pocket, unbeknownst to Dean. The larger man moved his lips down Deans jawline, kissing and biting down to his neck, eliciting gasps and whines from him. Sam's hand found Deans cock, still hard and leaking, aching for attention and stroked it gently, thumb flicking over the slit, Dean was so lost in sensation he didn't notice until it was to late that Sam had snuck a cock ring on and tightened it around his package.

"Dammit Sam! You are such a fucking tease," Dean pushed him off of his body so he could look down at what had been done. He looked up at his smirking brother in disbelief, "you cannot be fucking serious right now! Fuck! What's next? A fucking collar!?" Sam raised an eyebrow, his grin growing wider, "No no no no no no. NO. That was not a suggestion. Stop it! FUCK. What you want me hard all fucking day? I'm not gonna get a damn thing done!"

"You never do anyways, what's the change?" Sam dodged the pillow that Dean threw at his head at the witty retort, "now now, no need to throw things, I was just joking. But yes, I do expect you to wear them both. All day." He leaned in close to his brothers ear and whispered against his skin, "You're gonna feel that plug in you all day long, while we walk over to the diner for some food, when you flirt with the waitress, you'll feel it when we drive to the library and sit there for hours doing research. And if we get a lead? You'll feel it in your cute little ass as we talk to whoever it is. And nobody is gonna know. Nobody but you and me." Sam bit his earlobe and walked off to the bathroom to brush his teeth, leaving Dean alone with a throbbing cock and no choice but to get dressed for the long day he had ahead of him, Sam was right, he could feel it every time he moved.