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Chapter 2:

Dean was laying on his side with his back to him. Sam could tell his brother had fallen asleep. He traced patterns on Dean's bare back, running his hands over his strong shoulders and down his side. His hands kept returning to the studded collar at his brother's neck, touching it; knowing it was there gave him a thrill he'd never imagined possible. The collar was a representation of everything he wanted to tell Dean.

Some small part of him was hoping his brother would understand when he woke with it on, but at the same time he was enjoying having to teach him the lesson, too. Dean belonged to him, and come hell or high water, he was going to understand that before the day was through.

Sam was playing with the collar, the chain clinking and running along Dean's back as he did so. He saw his brother shiver as the cold metal of the silver chain raced along his spine, and he knew that Dean was awake again. Without a word he bent down and began to nibble at his hip, letting his teeth scrape along the sensitive dimple. He grinned when he felt his brother's body respond to his ministrations.

"Sam," Dean said in a barely heard whisper. "I… I don't think I can."

Sam shoved Dean onto his back and knelt above him. The sight of his brother's naked and fully sated body was like an aphrodisiac that brought his own shaft back to full attention. "Yes you can," he whispered back, leaning down to his brother's hood covered face and nuzzling the leather.

Sam inhaled deeply, loving the smell of Dean mixed with leather. He wanted to kiss him too but the opening in the leather at his brother's mouth wasn't big enough for a proper kiss. Instead he sent his tongue darting in, running it along Dean's closed lips until they parted and allowed him access. His tongue traced along Dean's teeth several times enjoying the smooth hardness of them before he pushed further into his brother's mouth.

Dean's tongue found his twisting around Sam's tongue intimately before his lips closed over it, his teeth gently gripping it while he sucked it in further. It was sexy and erotic as hell, and Sam loved every second of it.

Dean reached up with his cuffed hands to Sam's bare chest, rubbing until he found his nipples and flicking them. Sam moaned at the pure pleasure of it, grinding his hips down on his brother, his hard shaft rubbing along Dean's growing manhood. Their shafts rubbed together, sending sparks of ecstasy racing though them both.

Sam pulled back, kneeling above Dean, reveling in the look of him bound and helpless beneath him. He reached down and ran his fingers gently over the studded collar as a smile played across his lips. "Do you know what you did to me last night Dean?" he asked. "Do you have any idea what it felt like for me to watch you do what you did?" Sam's fingers slid down away from the collar to Dean's nipples. He played gently with them as he watched Dean's head tilt to the side.

Dean ran over everything that had happened last night and for the life of him he could not recall anything that he had done differently from any other night out. "Sam?" he asked confused.

"What Dean," Sam asked menacingly. "You don't remember? Did you really do so much last night that you don't remember?" He squeezed Dean's nipples hard. Dean tried pulling away but Sam had him pinned to the bed. He leaned down close to Dean's ear, "You don't remember acting like a bitch in heat? You don't remember flirting with every single person in that bar?"

Dean lay quietly beneath his raging brother. He couldn't see the look on Sam's face but he knew from the trembling in his body and from the tone of his voice that Sam was past angry and well on his way to furious. "Sam?" Dean said quietly trying to dispel some of his brother's anger. "I was trying to get information for the case. I've done the same thing hundreds of times." He reached up softly running his hands over his brother's chest trying to calm him with his voice and his touch. Sam was livid, and Dean had never seen him this way, not even with their Father.

"You don't remember," Sam said menacingly. "Do you?" He knelt again above his brother, his face a mask of cold fury. "Last night," he said leaning down and rubbing his body along Dean's as he spoke. "I watched you work the room, the same as I always do. I watched you talk to every single girl in the place. I watched you charm them, dance with them and even kiss them." He whispered in Dean's ear, "Hell, I bet you even broke a few hearts last night."

"Sam," Dean said confused. "That's never bothered you before…"

"Oh," Sam interrupted. "it has always bothered me." He gripped Dean's chin holding his head still as continued his tirade. "I've just never said anything."

"It's a part of the job Sam," Dean explained. "It's just a way to get the information we need, that's all."

"Maybe," Sam said sitting up and forcefully flipping Dean onto his stomach. "But you don't have to enjoy it so much!"

"Sam…," Dean grunted as he was forced up onto his hands and knees. He couldn't see his brother reaching for the lube and slicking up his hard thick shaft as he spoke.

Sam leaned in close again, laying himself over his brother's bent form, his velvety member rubbing along the split in Dean's bottom. "Really though," Sam continued interrupting Dean again. "That's not why I'm so angry, well, not the whole reason." Sam reached out and slapped Dean hard on the bottom with a resounding smack and followed it quickly with, "It's…" SMACK! "Because…" SMACK! "You…" SMACK! "Knew!" SMACK!"

Sam didn't give his brother a chance to reply. He hauled up on the chain pulling his brother to his knees and before Dean could respond Sam had the ball gag in his mouth and fastened so he couldn't shake it off. Dean fought him then, well, he tried. But Sam had the upper hand. Between the cuffs, the leash and the mask, Dean was bound too well to cause his brother much of problem. Sam just wrapped his long arms around Dean in a bear hug, pulling his brother's back close to his chest and resting his head against the side of Dean's face until he quit struggling.

"You knew," he whispered in Dean's ear as he settled down. "You knew that last one wasn't the woman she was dressed up to be. You knew she was really a man and you let him kiss you. You let him put his hands on you."

Dean shook his head violently from side to side trying to deny Sam's claim.

"Yes," Sam told him shoving Dean away from him. "You did. Don't deny it. I saw you watching him for a while before you went to him. There's no way you couldn't have known. I knew, and I wasn't nearly as close to him as you were."

Dean shook his head trying to deny what Sam was saying but Sam was right, he'd known. Oh, not right away, but certainly before they'd kissed. Before he'd allowed the man to grope him, he'd known, but damn it, he didn't think Sam had known!

Sam put the cock ring on his own throbbing member, forced his brother onto his hands and knees and grabbed Dean's hips hard. "You go into that bar," he said fiercely, and in once swift stroke he buried himself into Dean completely.

Dean groaned at the painful intrusion and began to struggle.

"You act like a damn bitch in heat," Sam said as he withdrew almost completely and plunged back in ignoring his brother's grunt of pain and humiliation.

Dean twisted and turned trying to pull himself away from Sam.

"You let another man touch you," Sam said withdrawing and plunging in again. This time he hit Dean's sweet spot. He knew he did because Dean suddenly quit struggling and pressed himself back into him.

Dean melted when Sam's hot shaft ran across the bundle of nerves buried inside of him. He went from humiliated and angry to lusty need in less than one stroke of his brother's long hard manhood. His groan of pain turned to a moan of pure pleasure as ripples of ecstasy soared through him with each hard thrust of Sam's shaft.

"You… are… mine!" Sam chanted each word marked by a thrust of his strong hips. "You… will… not… let… anybody… else… ever… touch… you… like… that… again!"

Dean was writhing in pleasure long before Sam's litany of demands was over. As his white hot agony of pleasure burst from him, he felt Sam release the gag over his mouth. He felt the mask fall away and the bright lights of the room illuminated Sam's face as he turned Dean's head just enough to lock their lips together for a searing kiss as Sam's own release shattered him into a million pieces.

They collapsed onto the bed, both their hearts pounding, their breath coming in near gasps as they rode out the last ripples of pleasure. Sam nuzzled Dean's neck enjoying the feel of the studded collar around it. "You're my bitch Dean," he said quietly just before he drifted off to sleep. "And I don't like to share."

Dean lay quietly next to Sam and watched his brother sleep. A part of him was angry with Sam for the way he'd treated him. It had been humiliating and degrading, but oddly exciting too. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the key to the cuffs. Dropping them to the floor, he rubbed his raw wrists before reaching over and pulling Sam closer to him, resting Sam's head on his arm. He pushed a few of his brother's long hairs away from his eyes.

He'd never meant to hurt Sam. He really didn't think Sam had known the woman wasn't what she appeared to be. Dean had known it wasn't a woman, he known from the moment he'd sat down with her. He'd known it when he'd kissed her…him. He'd just wanted to see what it was like, if it would be the same as it was with Sam. He should have known better. It was… gross. He could never do anything like that again. He'd known it the moment the man's lips had touched his. He'd never let another man touch him the way that Sam did.

The women were different, not so repulsive. He could touch them, kiss them, hell could even bed them, but he could never love them. Not like he loved Sam.

Sam was practically purring in his sleep as he snuggled closer to Dean. He draped his arm around Dean's waist, pulling him closer, grinding their bodies together as he slept. Dean felt his manhood jump at the friction Sam caused and he was amazed that he could even get a reaction from his body. He leaned in and nibbled at Sam's chin working his way up to the soft spot just under his ear and eliciting a moan of sleepy pleasure.

Dean tenderly pushed his drowsy brother onto his back and began to trail slow sensuous kisses down his chest stopping at Sam's nipples to lavish them with attention before continuing further down his brother's body. He nibbled at the small dimple at Sam's hip eliciting another sleepy groan and a rise in his brother's hips.

Sam woke fully in Dean's thrall as his brother's lips caressed his hardening member. He groaned as Dean's tongue lapped hotly along the very tip of him and he felt his shaft dance in response. He looked down as Dean took him fully into his mouth, his tongue working wondrously along the prominent vein on his shaft.

Sam's hands fisted in the sheets as his hips jumped, forcing himself deeper into Dean's mouth. Dean took him in and suckled him as his hand kneaded Sam's sac. "Dean," Sam groaned. "Yes, yes!"

Dean looked up at Sam without releasing him. He watched Sam's head toss back on the pillows and enjoyed the sight of his brother in full ecstasy. Sam looked back down at him, lust filling his eyes as he called his brother's name once more before bursting into his mouth.

Dean crawled up Sam's body, trailing kisses and nibbling his way back to Sam's mouth, paying special attention to all of those little places that drove Sam wild. He nipped along Sam's collarbone and up his chin until they were face to face again. He ran the back of his hand along Sam's cheek and looked him in the eyes making sure his brother was listening. "Sam," he said. "I am yours. I always will be yours."

Sam smiled up at his brother, reached up and pulled him down into a hot lingering kiss. Sam's hands worked on the collar as they kissed and when they separated it fell away from Dean's neck, the chain clinking as it followed.

Dean looked at the collar and chain then bent down and whispered in Sam's ear. "But you are so going to pay for dragging me outside and making me piss on a tree."

A/N - Hey I'm glad y'all liked it! Here's chapter two! Should I do another chapter and tell how Dean gets revenge against Sammy for his "Treatment"?