AN: I was debating for a while whether to post this, but what the hell, what my sick mind has produced you guys can enjoy.

Warning: Incest/Dub Con/Graphic content - you have been warned

Chapter 1

Sam was not in a good mood, Dean could tell as soon as he got in the room.

"Take your clothes off!" he roared first thing through the door. Dean should have expected that he would be in the mood for something like this. Whenever Sam was frustrated or mad for some reason he always ended up working that anger off on Dean.

This time Dean found himself bent over, knelling on the couch, hands tied behind his back, legs spread out and his ass sticking out for Sam to do with it as he pleased. He was slightly annoyed, and a good bit scared about what his brother would do to him. Sam sometimes forgot his own strength when he was working off his anger, and Dean would end up hurt. There would always be sympathy afterwards, soft touches and gentle fucks for weeks after, but Dean learned pretty quickly that even that was not worth suffering through the pain of being his brother's whipping boy.

He felt a slow cares on his ass, and he couldn't help but tense up from the touch.

"Relax, Dean" Said Sam, in a voice that was probably meant to be reassuring but sounded kind of menacing. Dean tried to relax, he felt a hand slip between his legs and grab his semi-hard cock. He may have been scared and annoyed, but being in a submissive position always kind of turned him on. Being in a situation of total submission where Sam could do absolutely anything to him excited him. Sam withdrew the hand and spit on it, then put it back and jerked him off a few times. It was in no way gentle, they were jerky and short thrusts, but Dean was feeling himself hardening never the less. Sam loved to have him hard as rock and begging to come whenever they were playing, he would sometimes torture him for hours or even days not giving him the satisfaction of a climax, and most times it was worth it, but still Dean couldn't help but think that Sam was doing it for his own sadistic pleasure of seeing his brother whimper from painful need.

Sam continued to jerk him off; Dean was panting heavily and thrusting his hips forwards unwittingly. When Dean's cock was fully hard Sam put a little lube on in and slipped a cock ring on. Cock rings were probably Sam's favourite toys, not that the bastard would ever try wearing one himself. Once that was done, Sam caressed his brother's side one more time and stepped back to enjoy the view.

To see Dean like that, with his legs spread out, his ass ready for the taking, his hard cock hanging in between his legs was making Sam's erection more than a little uncomfortable. He unzipped his pants and stroked his cock a few times looking at the sight in from on him. He's had a long day, he had big plans for his brother and he was afraid that he wouldn't last long enough being already so hard, he needed the situation taken care of to give him more time to have his fun with Dean afterwards. So he stepped around the couch to stand in front of Dean's face. His chest was propped against the back of the couch, his head hanging off. He grabbed Dean by the hair and pulled up, so that Dean would be looking at him.

"Open your mouth" He commanded, staring downwards at Dean's worried looking eyes. Dean obeyed immediately. His cock felt very heavy hanging between his legs, and seeing Sam's mood it was evident that he probably wouldn't get his release anytime soon. He tried to resist the temptation but he kept slightly thrusting his hips forward and back trying to alleviate the tension.

While his only thoughts were about his hard cock and the unbearable need to come, Sam started fucking his mouth. Dean wasn't at the best angle for a blowjob, he kept gagging, but Sam held on to his hair and just kept thrusting in and out of his mouth. Sam was groaning and breathing heavily as he kept thrusting up into Dean's mouth, whereas Dean was just working hard to keep himself from throwing up. His pace sped up, with each thrust his balls practically hitting Dean's lips, and he wasn't small either. Finally Sam felt like the release was coming, and he felt like marking Dean would be a good start to the evening, he took his dick out of Dean's mouth.

"Look up" he commanded, and as Dean looked up stretching his neck uncomfortably, he grabbed his dick in his hand and jerked once, twice and a stream of white cum hit Dean directly in the face. Sam rode out his climax enjoying the view of his cum hitting Dean's face, marking Dean as his.

Satisfied, he tucked his dick back in his pants and squatted next to Dean so that their heads were level.

"Good boy, Dean, and now we can get properly started" He said with a smile. He stood up and went back around the couch. Oh, that ass, how much he loved the sight of it, he couldn't resist giving it a little squeeze. Then he went to the toy drawer to select suitable implements. A plug perhaps to keep Dean's erection urgent and painful and a whip to help him work off all that needless steam.

He wasn't feeling very nice today so, having coated the plug generously with lube, he just pushed it in without preparation. Dean whimpered, and it made Sam smile. Now he was perfect, with that hard cock in that beautiful neon pink cock ring hanging between his spread legs, and the big black plug sticking from his ass, Sam was ready to get started.

The first whip was so powerful that Dean couldn't resist screaming out. The second one landed practically without pause. Dean screamed again, normally Sam liked that sound, but today he didn't feel like listening to it, it irritated him. He went back to the toy drawer and returned with a gag, he put it on Dean without a word, and tied it unnecessary tightly. Dean whimpered again. Having done that, Sam returned to the work at hand. He caressed gently the two red welts on Dean's ass which were fading slowly; before he'd be done, there would be a beautiful crisscrossed pattern, just like he liked.

He stood back and got back to the lashing. Dean was moving forward trying to get away from the whip, and Sam didn't really care, the furthest he could go was the back of the couch, and getting there would mean his cock would be rubbing against the harsh leather. Plus Sam liked the look of him pathetically trying to squirm away. He loved the sound the whip made as it cut the air, and Dean's muffled cries as it hit his skin with a satisfying snap.

It was mechanical for Sam, raise his hand, hear those sounds and watched that beautiful ass welt and begin to bleed. It was a harmony, it was beautiful, his cock was painfully hard again.

After about 20 ashes he could go on no longer, the groans Dean was making, the way he was squirming trying to protect himself, but not daring to turn around so his ass wouldn't be exposed. He need to claim that ass, especially when it looks so delicious, with those beautiful patterns and blood dripping slowly off. He could hear Dean sobbing silently, and begging him to stop through the gag. But his cock was still nice and hard rubbing uncomfortably against the leather.

Sam smiled. He slowly took off his belt, then his pants. He jerked his dick a few times, god he was hard.

He approached Dean and pulled him back by the hips to his initial position where he was kneeling on the couch, his legs spread and his cock hanging there, red and hard. Dean was crying and sniffling on the other side. Sam found those sounds exciting. He pulled out the plug, pushing it in and out a few times before fully removing it, and then generously coated his cock in lube. He caressed Dean's damaged ass, and the latter jerked in response. Sam pulled him back again and aligned his cock with Dean's hole, oh how much he wanted to fuck that hole.

He started slowly pushing in, his hands on Deans sides, so he wouldn't be touching his pained ass. Dean was still whimpering; once half way through Sam pulled out, and pushed in again, this time more deeply. Then again, this time his balls connecting with Dean's bloody ass. Dean screamed through the gag. Sm felt so good having his member buried deep in that tight ass. He started fucking him, breathing heavily and loving every pained whimper that Dean produced in response to his thrusts. It felt divine to be fucking him. Sam couldn't remember the last time it felt so good.

Lately it's been fumbles in bed with soft words and gentle thrusts, Sam hated that shit, he only did it so that his brother would then allow him to do this to him, not that he would have been much deterred if Dean was unwilling. He had been reluctant on a few occasions in fact, those occasions were thrilling to Sam, seeing his brothers scared face as he realised Sam wasn't going to stop was simply priceless.

He kept fucking, his cock was ramming Dean's ass faster and faster. Sam was close to his release. He slowed down his pace. He wanted a change of position. He removed his cock and grabbed Dean's tied hands and turned him around to sit on the couch, and to Sam's satisfaction he just caught Dean's look of pain as his tortured buttocks hit the couch, he pulled him so that he would be lying along the couch rather than half-lying, half-sitting across it; Dean ended up on his back, quite uncomfortably because of his bound hands, and this way Sam could see both his mark still glimmering on Dean's face and Dean's evidently painful cock as he was fucking him, and best off all he could see Dean's face as his ass would be grating against the hard leather as Sam was fucking him. Sam climbed over him, hovering between his spread legs, and reinserted his cock briskly by guiding it in with one hand while holding himself up with the other. Dean made a whining sound again and Sam loved that he could see his face. He started thrusting and Dean's pained face as he thrust into him was driving him mad. He leaned in and licked the gag, he wanted to kiss his brother, to claim him with his tongue, but the muffled cries were too satisfying to remove the gag. He moved back up and sped up. As his dick was thrusting in and out of Dean he was carefully observing his face.

He couldn't possibly last long like that, he slowed a little and started more long and drawn out thrusts to prolong his pleasure, but before long his balls tightened and barely had time to pull out his dick and come all over Dean's stomach and chest. His climax was amazing, he collapsed on top of his brother. After enjoying the afterglow for a minute, Sam became aware of Dean's hard dick sandwiched between them. He supposed that after an orgasm like that he should let his brother cum too. He probably deserved it.

AN: There we go, hope you enjoyed that. Second/last chapter will be up shortly. Please review, pretty please ... I live for reviews.