Dean's Sex Toy Sammy Part 2

After letting Sam rest a while from having gone their first torturously slow round on Sammy, he began exploring his brother's naked and bound body on the bed with interest.

Dean skimmed his palms over Sammy's torso, feeling the small shiver and dip of his stomach as he brushed a sensitive, ticklish spot.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb there again ever so gently just to feel Sammy squirm helplessly under him on the mattress, the way his thighs tightened, as he held steady.

Dean smiled and moved on, memorizing the spot for later fun.

Right now he had other plans and he drew up both hands to brush ever so lightly over Sam's chest.

Dean caressed and tickled before focusing on his goals, thumbs brushing over Sammy's nipples.

Sammy focused on Dean's touch, the way his thumbs caressed over his nipples, the shiver of pleasure that ebbed over his chest.

He breathed slow and calm, knowing how much Dean liked to play.

He concentrated on his mental focus, it felt good now, but he knew there would be pain, he knew that pain would channel into pleasure also.

The touch became firmer, thumbs circling around the points then dragging over slowly.

The left touch disappeared completely and he was momentarily surprised, by a hand touching his face he opened his eyes and looked at Dean who was smiling, at him.

"Suck," Dean said calmly, rubbing his thumb over Sammy's lips.

Sammy opened his mouth and the digit slid inside.

He moistened it with his tongue as Dean held it there.

Dean's other hand still circled and caressed his nipple with a teasing gentleness.

Dean pulled his thumb free, slick with saliva and lowered his hand, rubbing the wetness over his nipple.

His thumb moved quicker, nipple tightening as the air, cooled around the moisture.

Dean leaned in, moving his hand around Sammy's back to steady him.

He closed his mouth over the cooling nipple, his other hand beginning to pinch and pull at the other.

He raked his tongue over the tightened nub, it felt good, his tongue laving over and over.

Beneath his lips he could feel Sam breathing, the shivering of his skin as he inhaled and exhaled.

Dean hummed gently, adding to the vibrations, closing his mouth, teeth snagging on the nipple.

Sammy took a sharp breath, waiting for it.

Teeth latched onto him, fingers twisting the other nub.

At first it was a prickle of pain, but Dean's fingers tightened and twisted further and his teeth bit down slow and steady.

Sammy let out a soft gasp as he exhaled, cock tightening his pants further as it fought to harden in the confines of the material.

Dean pulled his mouth away, but not before his teeth grazed over the sensitive tip, making Sam shiver.

He gentled his hold on the other nipple and blew softly, making Sammy shiver again as cold air ghosted over the nub.

Dean switched sides, mouth moving to enclose over the other nipple, tongue sliding out to lick and flick at it first.

He switched hands, other arm sliding around Sammy to keep him steady, the other tweaking the cool nub between his fingertips.

He rolled it continuously, twisting one way, then the other. He nipped it between his fingers before pulling, teasing over and over.

With his mouth he felt the plain of Sammy's chest with his lips, felt the solid muscle beneath them, grazing his teeth over the sensitive nub.

He latched on, nibbling, biting, feeling Sam shudder and squirm on the bed.

Sammy let out a soft moan, pulled in a breath.

His nipples were so sensitive Dean didn't have to play for long for Sam to respond.

He smiled against his chest, lapping gently at the nipple to soothe it.

He sat back, settling his hands on Sammy's ass he looked him over.

His nipples were tight points now, cooling in the air, red around the edges.

Sammy squirmed a little and he glanced down, seeing the aching bulge of his cock and Dean squeezed his ass reassuringly.

He slid his left hand around Sammy's hip and grazed his knuckles over Sam's crotch, looking at him intently.

"Looks a little uncomfortable," Dean said, smiling knowingly.

"Yes Sir," was all Sammy said.

If he complained chances were Dean wouldn't give him reprieve, if he showed meekness, maybe he'd take pity.

Dean returned his attention to playing with his nipples.

He reached to the side table where he'd set down some items, picking up a clover clamp between his fingers.

He leaned in and nibbled at Sammy's left nipple again before closing the clover over it.

He clasped it shut tightly and felt Sam shudder and gasp.

He gave it a tug before doing the same with the other nipple, applying another clover.

He surveyed his work so far, the shining silver metal nubs looking gorgeous against the lightly tanned skin of Sammy's chest.

Sam's cock was throbbing now.

The clovers nipped into his sensitive skin, sending tendrils of pain through his chest and stirring his dick even more.

The clovers had small 'o' rings on them and Dean fed a silver chain through first the left, pulling it over and through the right also.

He brought the ends together and gave a small tug, getting a moan from Sammy as the clovers tugged at his nipples.

He fastened off the ends by hooking them to a weight and let it drop from his fingers, giving Sam a small surprise in the process.

Sam groaned out, body jumping softly as the heavy weight pulled the chain down, clamps tightening more.

Dean rubbed Sammy's thighs gently, looking at him.

Dean took up another small chain and fed it under Sam's dick half way up the shaft.

"Lean over a little," Dean told him and Sammy awkwardly obeyed, the chain and weight swinging freely, making him moan.

Dean steadied them, fastening off the chain from Sammy's dick to the weight and dropping his hands. "Straighten up."

He put a hand around Sammy to steady him as he slowly moved back, moaning and gasping as the weight of his erection pulled at the chain.

It was painful and Sam whimpered as he settled back into place, erection making the pull constant and the clovers nipped tighter.

"Ssshh," Dean soothed in gentle tones. "Looks good baby."

Sammy opened his mouth, dragging in ragged breaths, the pain mixed with pleasure which aimed straight for his cock, making it throb and twitch, pulling at the chain which pulled at his nipples painfully sharp.

Dean took up one last item, a vibrator he'd planned to use on Sam's nipples but he felt indulgent and Sam looked so hot in his position.

He'd been very good the last week, obedient, respectful, a very good submissive.

He was glad he'd chosen a probe vibrator and he turned it on, before reaching down and sliding it along the underside of Sam's dick.

Sammy shuddered and moaned, chain bouncing from the movement.

Sam sucked in a breath and his jaw slackened as he concentrated.

"Does that feel nice?" Dean asked, wanting him to enjoy it.

"Yes Sir," Sammy gasped out.

The vibrations ran up his dick as well as into his balls and he squirmed, the chain tugging at the clamps.

"Good boy," Dean assured him, making sure the probe remained in place with one hand as he slicked his other with saliva on his palm.

He gently took the tip of Sammy's dick in hand and gripped it, beginning to jack him off slowly with shallow thrusts just above where the chain stretched away.

"Oh fuck," Sammy gasped loudly, choking and gripping around Dean tighter with his thighs.

Dean smiled, sitting back to watch the show.

Sammy opened his eyes to look down at himself.

The chain pulled from his chest, a weight suspended in mid-air as more chains looped around his cock.

Dean's hand steadily jacked him and vibrations constantly moved up his shaft and through his balls.

He sucked in breaths and tried to remain still because movement just made the chains pull and the clovers tighten around his sensitive nipples.

His chest felt on a fire in a good way, tendrils of pain and pleasure thrumming throughout his body.

He looked at Dean desperately, groaning and shuddering in pain and pleasure.

"Oh god fuck, Sir, Sir," Sam gasped out, sounding desperate now.

His voice was cracked with pleasure and desperation and he stared at Dean with begging eyes.

"You've been a very good boy this week baby," Dean soothed, still tugging at his dick and enjoying how the chains danced and pulled at his sub's nipples.

Sam let out a choked sound, flushing from the compliment, feeling a buzz of achievement hearing such praise.

He knew it was never given lightly and Dean never rewarded him like this unless he was really pleased with him and his behavior.

He felt his cock throb, pleasure pooling and building.

His breath came thick and fast as he tried to keep up with his body's needs and wants.

"Sir, please!" He asked, trying to pour as much respect and yearning into the words. "Please may I cum?"

"How many days has it been?" Dean questioned teasingly, putting his head to one side as he pretended to think about it.

He tightened his hold and rubbed his thumb over the slit of Sammy's dick and Sam gave a low groan.

"Five days Sir," Sam replied quickly.

It had been five long and hard demanding days.

The longest he'd gone so far and Dean had taken him to the edge a few times between.

He wondered about his sanity at times like that, so desperate to cum but even more desperate to please his Dominant.

"So not that long," Dean said in thought, making Sam moan dejectedly.

"Please, please Sir," Sammy begged, searching his eyes for any sign of compassion for his plight.

In moments like these, when his mind was fried with pleasure, he couldn't ever read whether Dean was teasing or being serious.

All he could do was beg and hope he'd take pity.

He felt the pleasure in his hips begin to shift he was so close, so close.

"God please Sir, please let me cum."

There was no reply, just the constant motion of Dean's hand around his cock, rubbing precome into the tip.

The probe dug into his balls and the clamps bit into his burning nipples.

His breathing grew thick and fast and his vision began to blur at the edges.

"Please," he whispered thickly, one last desperate attempt.

"Cum for me Sammy," Dean ordered in a dark, sultry tone.

"Oh, fuck, thank you Sir, thank you" Sammy cried out before everything went hot white.

He squeezed his eyes shut as his body convulsed, rocking his hips and moaning as the pain shot through his chest at the motion.

His balls emptied, cum pulsing out of him in thick streaks, hitting off Dean's chest and seeping down over his fingers and cock.

Sammy shuddered and rocked, pleasure rolling over him like waves back and forth, caressing his body.

Dean untied Sammy and brought him over chaining him onto a suspension frame.

He was swaying slightly and Dean figured he'd been moving a little to ease the ache in his limbs.

He was hoisted up from the ground by the suspension swing in an awkward sitting position.

Thick metal chains stretched from his ankles to the bottom corners of the frame to keep his legs stretched apart.

The suspension swing itself was black leather which provided support to his back, splitting into two thick strips at the base of his spine which then curled under his thighs, cradling his lower body as well as keeping his ass and groin accessible, legs spread.

Both ends of the swing were hung by heavy, thick links that attached to the frame.

It gave support but wasn't comfortable enough for Sammy to settle quickly, especially with his limbs restricted in movement.

Dean was currently running Sammy through some endurance training, just to push his little brother, mentally and physically.

Sometimes the endurance was merely to test Sammy's patience, which at times, could be very short.

For the hour before, Dean had pulled up a chair and played with him, edging him over and over again, though Sammy was in denial and had been for the last few days.

He was blindfolded and Dean went to the cupboard to fetch some things he needed, watching as Sammy followed his movements blindly.

Dean went back to him, brushing a hand down his chest where nipple clamps tugged snugly at his nipples.

Dean had put them on him before leaving him for the last hour and ran a finger playfully over them, just to watch his sub react.

Sammy moaned at the sensitivity, arching his back and jerking in his bonds.

Dean showed sympathy and set down the things he had brought from the cupboard.

"I know pet," Dean assured him lightly. "You've been a very good boy today. Here."

He first pressed a water bottle to Sammy's lips, getting him to take a drink.

Sammy drank down some mouthfuls and Dean wiped his thumb gently against his lips.

"Thank you Master," Sammy said against his thumb.

"I'm not finished with you yet."

He pressed a kiss to Sammy's forehead, which was sheened in a light sweat before moving around him, pulling up the chair again to get comfortable.

Sammy was suspended in the perfect position before him, ass and cock both right there for him to keep his hands busy.

Dean smiled greedily and leaned down, pressing his nose into the soft fuzz of his lover's pubic hair.

He stuck out his tongue, feeling it glide partly against Sammy's shaft and smiled again.

He sat up, scooching the chair further forward and wrapped his arms under his sub's thighs, resting his hands on his stomach.

Dean bent down again, beginning to lick and suck at Sammy's cock, feeling him squirm and moan pathetically as he bestowed him with the tender touch.

Slowly and easily Sammy's cock began to harden, Dean lowered his head and suckled on his balls, enjoying how his pet squirmed, the chains chinking as he moved.

But Dean kept a tight hold of him as he feasted, pulling up and sucking Sammy in deep, his head dipping up and down as his cock slid in and out of his mouth.

Sammy grunted, moaned and shook as he played and Dean enjoyed listening to the sounds of his sub's torture.

He played slowly and rhythmically making moans of his own as he took pleasure in having his pet to himself like this.

Eventually he pulled back, taking in deep breaths, Sammy moaning, squirming and panting in his suspension.

Dean smiled, sitting up and running a hand up over Sammy's hard, ripped stomach to his nipples, toying with the clamp that rested on it.

Sammy wriggled and squirmed and Dean gave a soft laugh of amusement at his weak attempt to escape his touch.

Dean sat back, taking up the lube and a thin, smooth vibrating probe.

He greased the probe up and pressed it to Sammy's ass.

He'd been prepped plenty and Dean didn't question his readiness, slowly pushing it in and feeling his pet adjust to the feel.

Sammy tensed, paused then relaxed and the probe glided inside.

Dean put a hand on his stomach and petted him as Sammy fell still in waiting. "Yes, such a good boy you're being today baby."

Dean flicked the tiny switch at the bass of the probe to turn it on, feeling it hum to life at his fingertips.

Sammy in turn squirmed delightedly in his chains at the sudden feel and Dean smiled, pushing the probe further and angling it this way and that until Sammy squirmed harder and let out a sobbing moan.

Dean kept a hand firmly on his stomach, watching his cock twitch of it's own accord as Sammy moaned out past the gag.

"Sshh," Dean assured him. "Take it, just take it. Good boy, yeah, I know that spot. Feels good, doesn't it?"

Sammy continued to wriggle, squirm, whimpering groans along with a trickle of drool down the side of his mouth.

Dean relented for a moment, pulling the probe out to rest just inside his ass, before he slid it in again to torture that spot that had his pet so wild and desperate in his chains.

He slid his other hand down Sammy's stomach and began playing with him, long, steady strokes up and down the shaft with a firm grip.

"Good boy, ah yeah baby, I know, look at you. God you're beautiful."

Sammy's breaths were long and laborious now.

Dean enjoyed how the suspended swing let his pet squirm and wriggle freely, cradled and rocking, which only helped him play further as Sammy rocked himself incessantly onto the probe.

Dean grinned, pulling away his hand from Sammy's cock and instead awkwardly undoing his pants one handed.

He pushed away the flaps, pulling out his hard cock and sliding a cock ring to the base.

He picked up and another and removed the probe as he stood up, sliding the ring down to rest just under the head of Sammy's engorged cock.

He palmed some lube and greased up his cock before lining up to his pet.

Dean pressed at the switch, turning on the vibrating ring he wore, turning on the one he'd placed on Sammy also.

With a satisfying grunt as the vibrations ran up his dick, he started pushing into his pets inviting, prepared hole.

Sam groaned and wriggled in his chains, his swaying merely caused him to impale himself quicker onto his Dom's cock as Dean pushed in.

Dean gave a laugh of pleasure, smiling down at him, watching how his hands twisted and grasped into the air desperately, the wrong angle to hold onto anything.

Dean could make out the muffled moans of oh god and fuck and master.

The ring vibrated at the base of his cock and Dean grunted in pleasure at the sensation, grinding his hips, cock stuffing his pet's ass as he began to fuck him with shallow, quick thrusts.

Reaching down he teased the ring around Sammy's cock up and down his shaft and watched his pet grunt, groan, writhing almost violently if it weren't for the chains holding him.

"Concentrate Sammy," Dean warned him.

He ran a finger teasingly up Sammy's shaft to the head where pre-cum was pooling. "No cumming for you remember baby."

Sammy whimpered weakly and Dean could hear the begging even in his tone, the desperate pleading for permission.

"No baby," Dean told him, reaching down to tug at his balls with a firm grip to help stave off his pleasure.

Sam's breathing quickened and Dean was merciful, slipping off the cock ring, running a hand over his chest and settling it over his heart.

Beneath his palm he could feel Sammy's heart racing as he shook his head and pleaded.

"Breath Sammy, come on," Dean calmed him as he rocked into him gently.

"Come on baby, control it for me. Don't shake your head you're nowhere near close. This is me remember, I know you pet, reel it back come on. Good, that's a good boy. Let me fuck you, show me how much you enjoy that, yeah you like me fucking you don't you. Like me playing and taking care of you."

Dean gently fucked him as he slowly brought him back from the edge.

Sammy sucked heavy breaths through his nose and whined with helpless, whimpering moans, steadying himself and getting control of his bodies urges with steadfast obedience.

Dean rewarded him with gentle caresses and soothing sounds as he enjoyed claiming his body.

Each thrust earned him a moan of pleasure and submission from his pet.

Dean sighed happily, running his hands down Sammy's body and wrapping them around his thighs.

Planting his feet he began to fuck into him with firmer, deeper thrusts, using the grip to pull Sammy against him as he pushed forward, settling into a rhythm.

The cock ring vibrated and buzzed around his shaft making him groan as he lost himself in the pleasure of taking his sub.

With some urgent, hurried thrusts he buried himself deep as pleasure pulsed and exploded through his body and he poured out endearments to his pet, filling his ass with his come.

"Fuck, ah fuck pet," Dean breathed out in satisfaction, lips curled into a smile.

He pulled out slowly, turning off the cock ring and moved away allowing Sam time to ignore his need to orgasm for another slow round.