The morning after a wild night on the town, Dean woke to a delicious scent, and found Sam deeply asleep.

Dean's face was partially buried in his brother's thick hair, with Sam's hands and ankles bound to the bedposts.

Sam was still getting adjusted to being teased before he could fuck him into the mattress.

The boy was still young so for now he just used toys on him, he relentlessly fingered him until he was begging and sobbing, and teased his cock for days on end without letting him cum.

He had begun just sexually touching and playing with Sammy as he entered his teenage years, while their father was out, so he never knew, and never would.

The warmth was flooding the big brother as the memories of the previous night came back to him.

Smirking without hesitation Dean placed his hand on Sam's warm cock, now hard with a morning erection.

Sam remained asleep breathing deep and even.

Dean decided to have some fun as he moved his fingers to encircle Sam's shaft and held still like that for several moments.

He found himself unable to resist the temptation as he slowly slid his fingers tauntingly up and down Sam's cock.

Leaning on his side continuing the movement with his palm, he smiled at the memory of him discussing with Sam about the idea of his limits when it came to sex.

Dean had written down a list of things he wanted to do with young Sammy to heighten the pleasure.

He had decided he liked Sam naked and kneeling, while he is fully dressed or on the bed.

Also Sam quietly admitted to his brother that he liked being told what to do, to be taunted, teased verbally and mocked.

Writing down he also likes him to be tied up so his movements are restricted so he is unable to touch him or himself.

Sam admitted he liked when he was tied up to be tied spread eagle to be exposed, and that he enjoyed punishment like spanking as long as it was not too severe.

And he decided that regardless of what Sam wanted that it seemed he got off on orgasm denial.

He had written that he would allow him to orgasm eventually, but not without permission, that he liked to make him beg uncontrollably, be needy, sob, and plead for it to stop before he let him orgasm, if at all.

He asked if he minded being blindfolded so he could not see what was happening so he could just feel, and wrote that down.

Recalling toys as being a fun thing they decided to try most of them over time, and gags so he could not speak just sob and whimper in pleasure.

Dean had put on a wicked grin saying he liked to be called 'sir' by Sammy when he was playing with him, and that he could swear or scold him during sex and to call him names to humiliate and torture the young boy.

After they had finished with that Dean had smiled and spoke in a low dark tone, "I want to tear you apart, to break you, as slowly and agonizingly as I possibly can, bit by bit, and put you back together again once you're a begging, needy beautiful mess, quivering and writhing, before I even consider letting you cum."

Dean closed his eyes but kept his fingers moving relentlessly slowly so soft up and down.

After only a minute, Sam let out a very soft and helpless moan making him grin wickedly.

He watched as Sam attempted to shift slightly trying to gain friction along Dean's hand, but Dean backed away.

Sam whispered, "Dean?"

Dean ignored it, once again picking up pace so slowly up and down his baby brother's cock, while tickling with the other hand lightly on his tummy.

He listened, as Sam's breathing got heavier, Dean watched as clear fluid seeped from the head of Sam's helpless cock and dripped onto his flat tummy.

Deciding to take a chance, Dean moved his hand down to Sam's balls, fondling them, tickling them without mercy letting his forefinger trail downward into his crack, then brought his hand back up to resume stroking.

The older brother kept his touch as light and as sensitive as possible to hear Sam beg and make those needy cries he loved so much.

Dean whispered, "Beg me for it Sammy I know you need it come on tell me or I'll stop."

He continued to stroke him for several long minutes teasing with just soft strokes over and over until Sam could not catch his breath.

His hand never stopped the slow torturous movement on his little brother's cock, he loved to torture Sammy with slow sweet pleasure, watch him writhe under him, hear him moan and beg for him, he could do it over and over to him for hours or days.

Precum leaked freely from its tip and Dean's fingers were slick with it, coating his entire shaft with every stroke.

"Do you want me to stop Sammy boy?"

Dean whispered with torment as another moan escaped Sammy's lips and Dean knew well enough that mental torture going on in his head as he continued his movement.

After only a moment of hesitation Sam arched his hips up barely with the restraints, helplessly against Dean's hand again, "No. Please."

Dean reached under slightly and spanked his ass playfully, carefully pinching the end of his cock and said teasingly, "Nope not yet baby boy still got a while to go yet just take it."

Watching his brother try to hump the air he smiled brushing his thumb over Sammy's lip he smiled and whispered, "God you're so eager aren't you baby boy? Such a needy little slut for me, so eager and needy to please me, lying there so still taking it all so beautifully, what a good boy."

Feeling Sam relax under his soft caress, Sam moans quietly moves his lips against his teasing thumb, "yes sir for you."

Smiling at his younger brother he replies "Let me have a good look at your sexy body then."

Dean eyed him like prey and brought a finger up playfully softly dragging it up and down for a moment to his helpless ticklish underarm, scratching it playing with him.

"A few ground rules," Dean says while letting his eyes wander over his little brother's naked and exposed body, down to Sam's hard cock.

"Listen carefully, I count on you to remember and follow them at all times."

"Yes sir" Sam responds quietly.

"First rule: No talking unless we ask you a direct question, you keep silent. But when I do ask you a question I expect you to answer promptly and honestly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I understand." Sammy bites his lip making Dean smirk when his hand runs down the inside of his upper arm again from the crook to his shoulder and around his throat and neck.

He grinned as Sam helplessly shuddered at the touch.

"Good," Dean says and continues, "I also want you not to move even if I tickle you even if I tease you do not move."

He smiles again when Sam doesn't even respond to that rule.

"Third rule no eye contact for the first part of this, not until I lift this rule and tell you to look at me. I want you focusing on my voice and touches for now, understood?"

"Yes, sir." Sam's voice sounds a little shaky but doesn't hesitate in response.

"Good boy." Dean nods and dips his index and middle finger into ice - cold water next to him in a cup.

He touches his fingers to the soft skin of his brother's neck to that little protruding bone right beneath his bound hands, watching as a small rivulet of water runs down Sam's ticklish side and disappears by his groin.

Sam flinches slightly and Dean grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs it back.

"Stay still."

He lets go of Sam's hair dipping his fingers into the water a second time repeating his actions watching the water run down his squirming side again, smirking knowing he could not help it, that made it all the more fun for him.

This time, he can see a shiver run through Sammy's naked body but he does not move.

"And last rule" Dean begins whispering again, "you're not to cum without my permission."

Dipping his fingers again into the water he reaches around Sammy's ticklish neck to touch and tease the hollow of his throat.

The water drips steadily down his chest and over his tummy and pools for a second where his lower body and leg meet before running down the crease between his leg and pubic bone.

Sam's cock twitches and begins to harden further, almost fully erect now, making Dean smirk.

"Open your mouth," Dean demands once he has finished his inspection and is standing tauntingly in front of Sam again, and Sam obeys instantly.

Dean immerses his fingers one more time and places them between Sam's lips.

"You want to suck on them don't you boy?" Dean teases and watches as Sam nods his head carefully, keeping his mouth open.

"You're dying to suck on them just like you're dying to suck my dick aren't you?"

Sam nods again slowly and Dean withdraws his fingers.

"How much do you want to suck on my fingers, then?"

Sam begins to lift his head again but remembers to avert his eyes from Dean's just in time.

"Very much, sir," Sam responds and licks his lips. "More than anything."

"Ask me for it," Dean tells his brother and takes a sip from the glass.

"May I please suck your fingers, sir?" Sam asks, blushing slightly and turning his head to the side, looking down at the floor.

"Please? Let me please…" Dean watches as his little brother's cock twitches again in arousal.

He can see that Sam's chest begins to rise and fall a little faster.

The younger man is biting his lips and squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

His heart fills with pride as he registers how much effort it takes Sam to obey his rule, how hard he is fighting against the desire to look at him and beg him with his eyes.

"And why would I let you do that, hm?" Dean teases as he immerses his fingers again stirring the water with them playfully.

"Answer me." He demands.

"Because - -" Sam murmurs drawing a shaky breath and squeezing his eyes shut tighter.

"Because what?" Dean asks sternly and Sam exhales.

"Because it'd made you feel good, sir."

"Do you want that? Dean asks a little more gently, "Do you want to make me feel good?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, please. I want that so much. Please. Please may I, sir?"

Dean smiles and brings his dripping fingers to Sam's open lips.

"Open your mouth."

Sam obeys and Dean puts his fingers inside.

"Make me feel good then, boy."

Sam closes his mouth and sucks, drinking the water from his brother's fingers greedily.

Dean moans quietly and a little water from the glass he's still holding in his other hand splashes to the floor.

"More," he demands and Sam caresses his fingers with his tongue inside his mouth.

Dean pulls his fingers out a little and shoves them back in, another moan spilling from his lips, "Look at me."

Sam raises his head opening his eyes and their gaze meet.

Sam's pupils are dilated and his eyes are swimming with moisture.

The devotion and trust Dean sees in them make him gasp, and his dick hardens in his pants.

Sam sucks harder and moans around Dean's fingers, sending shivers through Dean's body as well as his own, his eyes never leaving Dean's.

Dean registers that Sam doesn't even blink for the longest time.

"Shush baby boy," Dean murmurs and withdraws his fingers.

"Keep quiet."

He breaks eye contact and tickles Sam's neck slightly, smiling as he squirms.

Sam's lips are red and already a little swollen, and glistening with moisture.

His mouth is slightly open and his breathing is shaky.

"You're so needy," Dean says, smiling and Sam holds his breath.

"You're so hard already, so hard for me, aren't you?"

"Yes sir. Oh god, yes…"

"You're so turned on by this, so turned on… God baby boy, you're dripping just from sucking on my fingers and tied down and helpless for me, completely at my mercy, the things I wanna do to you…."

Dean's voice trails away as he walks over to the dresser to set the glass down.

"Yes sir," Sam moans and when Dean returns to where Sam is lying tied to the bed, he sits down torturously in front of Sam on the bed, he leaned in running the tip of his foot along Sam's ticklish inner thigh all the way from his knee to his groin in a maddeningly slow way.

He continued this stroke up and down for another few minutes just watching Sam helplessly squirm and writhe in his bonds.

"Look at you," Dean marvels as he takes in the sight again pulling back of his little brother like this.

"So beautiful and all mine. All mine to do with as I please. All naked exposed, and hard on my bed, ready to take whatever I give you for however long I decide. What am I going to do with you hm?"

Sam replies, "Whatever you want sir. I'm yours. I'm all yours. Please…"

Dean smiles and says, "Such a beautiful boy, so hard for me. I've brought some nice things to play with gonna make you feel so good, Sammy boy. You have no idea what I can do to you…. You'll be begging me to let you cum before you know it. If I let you at all in the next few days."

Sam's cock twitches and Dean's eyes focus on the other man's face.

"God you're dying to touch yourself." Dean continues to taunt.

Leaning in to his side he whispers, "I know you can feel my hands running down your chest, and over your tummy and along your inner thighs," watching as Sam's mouth opens in a silent moan.

"I know you can feel them running so slowly up and down your trembling inner thighs spreading your legs a little more. I bet I can feel your hot skin against my palm and fingertips too."

Sam bends his head backwards, and Dean can feel the muscles in his thighs tense.

"I know you can feel my fingers reaching between your legs, running along your crack just up and down, brushing over your hole relentlessly teasing it. Do you know how good it feels to…Just one finger Sammy, can you feel it?"

Dean's voice trails off as he watches Sam trying not to squirm on his bed.

"Poor boy," Dean murmurs with fake sympathy after a moment.

"My poor beautiful, needy boy. You want to touch yourself so bad."

He bends down and runs his palm down Sam's ticklish arm once, feeling the muscles flutter and tremble beneath his touch.

"You're fighting so hard aren't you?" Dean teased.

Smiling Dean leans forward reaching for Sam's hands and runs his palms over his wrists, and down his arms, over his sensitive armpits feeling him squirm a bit and he smirked as he continued down his sides.

His touch is firm but gentle and he can feel Sam shiver beneath his caress.

He runs his hands back up Sam's sides until he reaches Sam's chest.

Spreading his fingers he brings his hand up to Sam's throat and closes his fingers around it lightly, caressing Sam's skin with the utmost care and reveling in the flutter of Sam's pulse against his palms.

Sam raises his chin and gives Dean more access.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Dean murmurs running his thumb over Sam's adam's apple.

"What you make me want to do to you. How I want to make you so needy, to sob and so slowly beg your way to orgasm to scream my name until your voice is hoarse."

Sam moans low in his throat and tilts his head back even further, arching his body toward his big brother.

"Please."

Dean's subtle caress stills and he covers Sam's mouth with his right hand while his other one quickly moves to Sam's nipple.

"I said no talking."

He flicked the bud of his nipple lightly pinching it ever so gently.

Sam moans pathetically against Dean's hand and squeezes his eyes shut.

Dean waits a couple of breathes before lifting his hand from Sam's mouth, brushing his fingertips over Sammy's lips.

The tension that has gripped Sam's body eases and Sam's breathing evens a little.

His lips mouth a silent apology against Dean's fingers and Dean nods.

"Look at me."

Sam's eyes flutter open and lock with Dean's.

"Can you do that? Can you keep your mouth shut?" Dean asks and runs his thumb over Sam's slightly parted lips.

"Can you do that for me boy?"

Sam nods.

"Yes sir yes please I can. I'm sorry I'm sorry."

"I know," Dean says letting the stern expression on his face soften a little.

"And I also know that you can do it, my gorgeous boy. You can do everything for me, everything I need you to do."

Sam nods again and turns his head a little to the side trying to lean into Dean's touch.

Dean cups his cheek and smiles.

"You are so good for me."

He resumes his exploration of his baby brother's body, running his hands over and around his ticklish shoulders, clavicles, chest and his tummy.

"All that perfect, beautiful skin, so beautiful so perfect and exposed for me."

He hums along with his caresses, his eyes following his hands.

Dean leans down and playfully rolls Sam's left nipple squeezing and flicking until it was hard.

Sam moans and arches upwards his hands wrapping around the ropes that tie him to the bed.

All the while Dean teasingly and purposefully avoids touching Sam's straining erection.

Sam's cock is hard and heavy and glistening pre-cum is dripping relentlessly from the tip onto his stomach.

Dean hesitates for a second but then runs the tip of his tongue lightly from the base of Sam's cock to its tip.

Sam's panting, moaning and begging is music in his ears when he straightens back up and licks his lips.

"You taste delicious," he murmurs running his fingers along the inside of Sam's thigh.

"Relax for me."

He reaches for one of the floggers that are lying on the bed next to Sam's feet, and lets the short, soft leather tails run through his fingers.

He rises slowly, never taking his eyes off Sammy.

Sam's eyes follow his movements and he grips the ropes even tighter.

"This," Dean says and plays with the tails while he takes one step towards the head of the bed, "this is something I have been dreaming about."

He looks down on Sam and they lock eyes.

"This can be so good. The marks on your beautiful skin."

He runs the tails gently over Sam's chest, shoulders, and side of his sensitive neck, watching him shudder.

"Relax."

Sam takes a couple of deep breaths and loosens his grip on the rope.

"Relax for me."

Sam lets go of the ropes closes his eyes for a heartbeat or two and when he opens them again they meet Dean's, they're dark, deep pools of longing.

He slowly nods his head and unclenches his fists turning his palm upwards.

Dean trails the flogger over Sam's inner arms back down his chest and stomach over his hip to his thighs.

He keeps caressing his skin with the leather tails for a few agonizing minutes for he lets his hand join them, running his flat palm over Sam's smooth skin.

"Hmmmm," he hums, "So smooth. So beautiful for me."

Dean begins with light pats of his palm to Sam's thighs changing between left and right leg after each gentle hit, swiping the tails of the flogger over those patches of skin tightly every now and then.

He listens to Sam's breathing quicken and increases the intensity, turning the light pats into slightly stronger slaps.

Dean purses his lips and blows a light stream over air over Sam's dripping cock and thighs causing the younger man to shiver beneath his ministrations.

"You're doing so well Sammy such a good boy so beautiful."

Sam moans and a glance upwards shows Dean that he's biting his lips and breathing hard through flared nostrils.

Dean is achingly hard in his pants by now and the sight of his little brother his lover lying there before him, tied to his bed helpless, covered in flogging marks otherwise naked, eyes wide and trusting takes his breath away.

He takes a long deep breath and turns his attention back to Sam's thighs.

He lifts the flogger and brings it down in an almost playful gesture, letting the tails fall down onto Sam's skin softly rather than hitting him in earnest.

Sam's muscles tense briefly and a gasp escapes his lips.

Dean repeats that a couple of times before he starts swinging the flogger in the shape of a slow eight hitting Sam's left and right upper thighs in turns.

After a while he speeds up his swing and brings the tails down with a little more force.

He watches Sam's fingers twitch and his face scrunching up and relaxing again.

He listens to Sam's quiet sighs for a moment, then stops and lays the flogger on the bed.

A faint hue of red has spread over Sam's thighs and Sam's chest rises and falls rapidly.

Sam's lips are swollen and red, and Dean can see that a thin layer of sweat has begun to cover Sam's chest and tummy.

"I'm gonna turn it up a notch now," his voice low and gentle.

"Ready?" He cups Sam's jaw with his hand smoothing his thumb over Sam's slightly sweaty cheek.

Sam nods and leans into the touch.

"Tell me Sammy." Dean brushes away a single tear that runs from the corner of Sam's eye and makes its way down his temple.

"I'm ready," Sam whispers and clears his throat.

"Please," He says a little louder this time, his voice hoarse and strained.

Dean nods and picks up another flogger with a little less soft but still broad slightly longer leather tails.

Like with the first flogger he runs the leather over Sam's upper body and then his thighs for a while before starting.

And while the first swing starts out gentle and soft he soon speeds up his movements and swings the flogger with more force changing from the eight swings to individual more intense hits.

He counts three seconds in his head between each blow until the rhythm has settled in his body and movements.

Sam writhes beneath him trying to lie as still as possible.

Moans and pants stream from his lips and his cheeks are flushed.

His cock is leaking profusely and throbbing painfully against his flat tummy.

Dean knows he's so hard it hurts.

After a couple of minutes he lays the flogger to the side and sits down next to Sam.

Running his hands over Sam's thighs gently he bows down nuzzling at Sam's throat.

"Good boy." He whispers into Sam's ear and licks along his throat once.

"You're doing so well" he says and smiles down at his younger brother.

Sam's eyes and large and dark and Dean thinks he could drown himself in them if he let himself.

"Such a good boy for me…. You've earned a reward," he tells Sam smiling softly.

"Do you want me to touch your cock Sam? Hm?"

He places a tender kiss on Sam's lips letting the tip of his tongue run along them gently.

"Oh god," Sam breaths tearing at his bonds.

"Oh god, please, yes…"

"Please what," Dean asks and pecks Sam's lips again.

"Tell me."

"Please sir touch my cock oh god please… I'm so hard for you, please…"

Dean reaches down and runs his fingertips along the oversensitive skin on Mike's thighs, making Sam hiss at the sensation.

"Please, please, please, please…" Sam whispers under his breath, holding the ropes tightly."

"Please, please, please, please…"

When Dean finally does touch his cock he closes his fingers around it squeezes lightly and stills.

Sam's erection throbs in his hand, pre-cum leaking from its tip and dripping over his fingers.

He holds his hand completely still and waits.

Sam's whole body is vibrating with tension and he's holding his breath.

The muscles in his stomach and legs twitch with the effort not to move and he's biting his lips so hard Dean is sure he tastes blood.

"Tell me," He says again giving Sam's cock the faintest squeeze.

"Ask me for it."

Sam takes a deep breath and lets the words stream from his mouth.

"Please oh god please touch me move your hand please, I'm so hard, god, so close please do something…. Anything… god I wanna cum, please, please, please, make me cum, do something please…"

Dean squeezes Sam's cock again and shakes his head.

"No. That's not what you really want. It's not what you need. Tell me what you really want."

"More," Sam moans and tries to thrust into Dean's fist but the angle isn't right and Dean's holding him in place with his other hand and Sam knows he won't let him do that unless he asks for it.

"More please please let me move, I need, god please wanna cum so hard for you please let me move just a little let me fuck your hand please you don't have to do anything, please just let me move, let me make myself cum for you, god so hard so close can't please… need…"

He bites his lips again when Dean squeezes his cock once more.

He's so close he can taste it, but then Dean takes his hand away and Sam is straining trying to keep himself from going over the edge.

"Please…" Sam whimpers closing his eyes, desperately trying to steady his breathing.

"No," Dean says and rises from the bed.

"I'm far from done with you."

Dean bows down and undoes Sam's bonds giving Sam's shoulder a shove he says, "Turn around on your tummy."

Sam complies and winces when his thighs rub against the mattress.

"Okay?" Dean asks running his hand down Sam's spine.

Sam nods and stretches his hands over his head again.

"Good boy," Dean smiles refastening the restraints around his brother's wrists and ankles.

"So attentive, you're so good Sammy. My good beautiful boy…"

He prepares Sam's backside for the flogging just like he's done with his front caressing and building the intensity slowly, concentrating on his shoulders, his ass and upper thighs.

Sam writhes and tenses underneath him beautifully and Dean has to cup his dick through his pants a couple of times when he gives him a break.

By the time he picks up the third flogger, the one he has not used on his little brother yet, both are breathing raggedly.

Sam has gripped the ropes and is holding onto his bonds tightly.

Dean runs the broad heavy tails over Sam's back in slow circles for a moment before striking the first blow on his shoulders.

It's not a heavy blow but Sam yanks at his bonds, and lifts his head in a silent scream.

Dean smirks and repeats his actions twice and Sam struggles and groans.

Dean wipes the tails down Sam's spine and delivers the next three blows to his ass, and another three to his upper thighs.

Sam's skin is glowing in a beautiful shade of red, and Dean runs his hand over it appraisingly.

"God, baby boy you are doing so well."

Sam moans and arches his back.

"You are so good for me, incredible Sam you turn me on so much you have no idea."

Dean palms his own groin and groans, "I wanna cum all over your back."

He moans and presses his palm harder against his cock.

Sam mouths, "Please, please, please, please…"

But no sound actually leaves his mouth.

"Sam," Dean says leaning down and placing a soft kiss between Sam's shoulder blades.

"You have permission to speak freely now."

The words keep flowing steadily as Dean delivers the next nine slightly heavier blows, three to Sam's shoulders, three to his ass and three to his upper thighs.

"Oh god oh thank you thank you, please more please oh god, please, yes do it, yours. Please everything on my back, want it so much for you oh god sir, more yes please, please, Dean, shit, oh fuck oh god pleasepleasepleaseplease…."

Dean decides on nine more blows, first lands on Sam's shoulder blades again and he brings the flogger down hard making Sam scream.

When Dean caresses Sam's skin with the tails briefly between the first and second blow, the younger man goes slack under his ministrations.

Sam lets go of the bonds and the tension leaves his muscles.

Sam falls silent and exhales shakily.

"Sam?" Dean asks before lifting the flogger again, running his hand over Sam's neck and down the side of his throat.

"I love you," Sam murmurs against his knuckles when Dean runs them over his lips.

"Oh god," Dean whispers striking the next blow to Sam's shoulder blades.

Sam responds with nothing more than a quiet moan.

"Sam."

Another blow, answered by another moan.

Dean moves the tails across Sam's spine to his ass and delivers the next three blows in quick succession.

Sam is completely relaxed and hums low in his throat when Dean runs his hand over the globe of his ass.

Dean is panting heavily by the time he's into the last three strokes.

He can feel his cock leaking in his pants and his heart beating so fast he's afraid it might break out.

Sammy is all he can see though, that beautiful smooth skin turned a dark shade of red by his flogging the arch of his brother's back the swell of his ass his shoulders pliant and wonderful.

Dean tosses the flogger aside once he's done with the last blows and picks up the second one again.

"You're so good Sam so good for me, I'm so proud of you my beautiful boy…."

Dean keeps murmuring praise and endearments while he peppers Sam's over-sensitive skin with playful whips and caressing strokes.

A shiver runs through the younger man when Dean's nails tickle over his shoulder blades, but otherwise he remains completely still.

"You did so well Sammy baby boy so beautiful taking it for me."

He bows down and licks and kisses Sam's skin everywhere it's hot and red and when he runs his tongue along Sam's cleft, his brother moans and the moan turns into a word.

"Yours."

Dean inhales sharply tosses aside the flogger kneeling down on the bed next to Sam undoing his button and fly.

He pushes his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees, grabs hold of his aching erection and starts jerking himself off with hard, rapid strokes.

He knows that this isn't going to take long.

"Oh god yes mine, Sammy, so good, so good, mine gonna cum, gonna, mine, mine mine."

Dean can feel his orgasm building in his toes in his throat in the roots of his hairs.

Sam's scent and the heat of his skin radiating from his body fill his senses as he starts to shoot, and when the first strand of cum lands on Sam's back he has to close his eyes for a second, because the sight is too beautiful to bear.

When he opens his eyes again Sam's back is adorned with several streaks of white and Dean sees starts for a brief moment.

The aftershocks of his climax shake his body, and he can feel drops of sweat running down his temples, his throat, and back.

Dean toes off his shoes and leans down to run his fingers through the cum and draw sloppy lines with it on Sam's body.

Whenever he touches the area of Sam's backside that had been flogged, Sam shivers, and moans quietly under him.

After a while he unties him, and flips him over onto his back.

Sam's eyes are closed and when they flutter open again, they're unfocused.

For all he knows, Sam isn't even aware that he's still painfully hard.

He considers dragging this out just tickling him torturously slowly for a while, make him take some light teasing on his body but figured he had enough at least for a day.

Dean quickly kicks off his pants and boxers, leans against the headboard and gathers Sam against his chest and into his arms.

He reaches for Sam's cock and closes his fingers around it.

"Do you wanna cum Sammy?" Dean teases whispering in Sam's ear and starts moving his hand at an agonizingly slowly pace up and down Sam's cock.

"For you," Sam whispers thickly.

"Sssshhhh." Dean cooes and speeds up the movement of his hand, and knowing dirty talk to make Sam get off usually worked.

He would wait until their father was off on a hunt to get down and dirty with Sammy.

Sometimes he made him sit with him his pants pulled down while he talked dirty in his ear watching him cum in his underwear taunting him knowing he could do nothing but sit there and listen to how Dean would torture him sexually, seeing how long he could take it, asking him how long he could.

Sometimes in those moments he would have his hand on Sam so close to his groin on his inner thigh stroking there knowing Sam wanted him to touch him but wouldn't just to make Sam get off right then and there without him touching his cock.

"I want you to, you've been so good, so beautiful, god you take it so well made me cum so hard, we'll have to do that again deny you orgasm for hours would you like that? Tie you down tickle you maybe make you take it while my hand strokes your cock so slowly but I deny you again and again?"

Sam's breathing quickened Dean knows this won't take long either.

He can feel Sam quiver beneath him and intensifies his strokes.

Continuing his soft taunts in Sam's ear licking the shell while slowly tickling one of his armpits, he whispered,

"Come on Sammy let go, just let it happen, I know you want to, you're so beautiful my baby boy let go Sam, you're going to cum for me, you're going to cum…"

Sam's grip on his arm tightens and the next second Sam cums, moaning and trembling, over Dean's fingers, his own chest and tummy.

"God Sam," Dean whispers as he strokes his cock through it, "Look at you all beautiful for me."