Rating: NC17
Summary: Dean hunts the Supernatural, Sam survives on the street…then their worlds collide.

Sam and Dean aren't brothers in this …*blinks*…that's a first for me!

Warnings: Eventual Sam/Dean, Non Con, Rape, Prostitution, Angst, Explicit Content

Okay so you don't like explicit?...then don't read this...simple!

Chapter 2

Sam stood with his back pressed to the bricks as the guy approached, he was tired already and it was only just after nine. He'd only had two clients and this one might be his last before he walked over to the Palms.

He lifted his chin as the stocky guy approached. "You interested in the best blow of your life?"

"How much?"

"Forty."

"Nah I wanna fuck you ass boy. How much?"

Sam hesitated like he always did but his mouth eventually switched to automatic. Even after all this time he hated it but then sometimes, hell most of the time, you didn't get a choice because it was all about survival. Now he had even more incentive. "Eighty."

Sam flinched as he was pushed hard against the bricks as stocky pressed himself up close. "Now baby, let's go."

"Money first." Sam was a lot of things but he wasn't stupid.

Putting the cash in his pocket, Sam indicated with his head down the alley and stocky didn't waste any time moving them along, one hand around Sam's waist the other rubbing his own crotch. Sam led them around the dumpsters and unfastened his jeans, slowly pushing them down to his ankles before he turned and braced himself on the dumpster and spread his legs.

He tried to ignore the usual comments, tried to go somewhere else, anywhere other than where he was. His mind wandered to Emmett and how this was for him, how this would help save him from this life but it was hard to ignore the fingers poking into his hole then the cock that was rammed into his ass. It was hard to distract himself from the hand that roamed his body and the teeth that bit into his skin because it wasn't anything he wanted, it wasn't anything that he could really pretend wasn't happening.

Sam could feel the stocky guy getting close as he rammed his dick faster and harder, gripping his thighs like they were unbreakable. Sam grunted from the pain as his throat was suddenly gripped and squeezed and he couldn't speak, couldn't protest as panic rose up in his chest.

'Baby so tight, so fucking tight, oh yeah." In his ear fading in and out as he tried to breathe. "Oh yeah, oh God baby, oh yeah."

Hot cum inside him and suddenly he was gasping lungfuls of air, white spots in his vision and it was over as suddenly as it started. Cock pulled out of him and body pushed aside as the john tucked himself back in and walked away, back to the streetlights.

Sam leaned on his arms, fetid smells from the dumpster rising up in his nostrils but not enough to distract himself from the worthlessness of how he felt. He cleaned himself up with the tissues in his pocket and fastened his jeans before he shut down again, pushed his self loathing aside and got on with it. In this line of work there wasn't much time for the luxury of emotion.

If you couldn't shut it down yourself then you found some drug that would do it for you. If you felt too much it would kill you anyway, or get you killed.

Sometimes it was hard to know which option to take.

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He was about five minutes early but he figured it was worth it to make sure the guy didn't start looking for a replacement. Sam knocked on the door and didn't have to wait long before the trick opened the door and waved in him. The guy was tall and not unattractive, his shirt was off and Sam could see he obviously worked out.

"Where do you want me?"

"Well straight down to business I like that."

Sam didn't reply, he wasn't up for the small talk and he was always a little more nervous doing a call out than he was just working the street. It had been over a year since he had done this and the last time it had gone badly.

"What's your name? I am Michael."

"Sam."

"Well Sam this is about testing your limits as well as pleasure because in the end that's all that really matters. In the end we all need to make sacrifices to obtain what we desire most."

"What…what do I have to do?" Sam licked his lips nervously because this guy was beginning to sound like a fucking nutjob and Sam was just about ready to get the hell out.

"Have you ever been bound before Sam?"

"No…no, I don't think I'm gonna stay…"

"Not your hands Sam, your cock and your body. I want to stop you from cumming until I let you. Take your clothes off and lie on the table and I will show you. I will pay you very well, you are too beautiful to lose now."

At Sam's hesitation, the older man picked something up from the table and brought it over. "Here look at these pictures. Kinbaku is an ancient rope tying art, it is used to enhance pleasure from pain and I need to practice. I need you Sam, so I become worthy of the gift of immortality."

I…I can go when I want and you won't tie my hands? Won't tie me down?" Sam wasn't completely convinced but this could mean Emmett got home sooner rather than later. If the guy rambled on like an idiot it didn't matter as long as he kept his end of the bargain. "And you'll pay three hundred for the hour?"

"If you only want to be partially bound then that is all I will do. I need to practice but I will show you a whole new world." Michael slipped three crisp hundred dollar bills from his wallet and held them out. "Take a bottle of water from the fridge while I prepare the rope and I will explain."

Yeah…yeah okay." Sam figured as long as his hands were free he could take the guy if it came down to a physical fight.

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Sam panted, biting his lip in preference to begging Michael to just finish already and let him cum. Sam could feel the sweat running down his neck and chest and fuck everywhere. He groaned before he could stop himself when Michael's mouth slipped off his rock hard cock and then he whimpered as he felt hands touching the bindings that were wrapped tightly around his balls and the base of his penis.

Hi arms and hands and legs had remained free as promised and his fingers clawed at the sheets beneath him, not bound but unable to do anything but clench around the cheap cotton as his body was enticed to the edge of orgasm but denied. The bindings that wrapped around his body meant that every single movement, every breath and flex of muscle, seemed to tighten the rope that was secured around his now reddened cock and balls and between the crease of his ass.

The rope wrapped around each hip and intricately linked up his torso until it looped around his neck and then interlocked across his chest. Each nipple was caught between a crisscross of rope and when the strands moved a little and rubbed the sensitive nubs he wasn't sure if his back arched in pain or pleasure.

He had been afraid to start with, no doubt about it, ready to fight if that's what it took to get away if things went south. But they hadn't and now all Sam could think about was the hot wet feeling of having a mouth on his shaft for the first time in his life. He was normally the one with a mouthful of cock.

He was drawn out of his lust induced frenzy when Michael showed him a small knife as his fingers ran seductively across the weeping head of Sam's thick member.

"A small cut Sam, on the inside of your thigh, that's all I ask before I finish. Before I let you have your pleasure." The older man whispered across Sam's throat as his mouth trailed up the taut skin. "Before I sink inside you and you understand how good it can be."

Sam's mouth was dry as he panted his reply, the only thing he could focus on was the need for release, and although some part of his brain questioned his lack of restraint it was soon overridden by basic desire. "Yes…"

Sam felt the cold blade cut his skin and he bucked his hips as the pain sent tendrils of sweetness straight to his groin and deep in his belly. As the red warm liquid soiled his skin it felt like a fire had ignited within him and he moaned in frustration as fingers moved along his thigh, wanting them to touch him, needing them to stroke him.

"Please…please…"

Michael's hands turned Sam's body over on the bed and his already slick cock penetrated the tight muscle of Sam's ass. Tensing at the pull of the rope and then writhing as Michael's cock pushed relentlessly against his prostrate once then again and again, Sam arched his back in a deep clenched curve.

Sam couldn't help himself push back into the grind of cock inside him and then forward into the mattress trying to find the friction to push himself over the edge. Sweat covered every part of his skin and his hair was plastered in his face in wet strands, the sting of salt in his eyes even as they squeezed closed. Nothing else existed except the feel of muscles clenching and the raw need to climax.

He was unaware of the sinful moan that spilt from his mouth when Michael cut the bonds and spurts of creamy seed spilt from his pulsing cock, he hardly noticed Michael's hands bruise his hips as the older man reached his own orgasm.

As his senses returned Sam realised he had been turned over on his back again as he felt Michael's mouth sucking hard on his thigh where the blade had cut his skin. He felt a little disorientated but put it down to being restrained. Even the dull pain as Michael lapped at the knife wound felt good, somehow soothing.

"You are a quick learner Sam, I want to see you in two days at this address. I need to leave now but you can shower and then lock the door behind you."

Sam blinked slowly as Michael placed a piece of paper in his hand and then ran a finger across his chest. He nodded as the older man looked at him expectantly.

"I will show you pain and pleasure and I will pay you well. You earned this." Michael put another fifty in his hand.

Sam gasped as Michael leant down and bit his nipple hard before standing and walking out of the room.

It was a while before Sam was steady enough to shower and walk out the door, the address folded neatly in his trouser pocket. He had walked halfway home before the pain had began to make itself known and ache insistently through his bruised flesh. As his thoughts cleared, Sam began to question what he had just done, how much he had enjoyed it…but he knew he hadn't been drugged. It just wasn't possible.

His head was pounding and he was exhausted by the time he limped into his room and curled up on the floor beside Emmett, too tired to even remove his shoes.

"Sam what's wrong?"

Sam gently curled his fingers in the boy's hair as he pulled him close. "Shhhhh, m'okay."

Emmett turned a little and ran his hand down the older boy's face, brushing hair off his closed eyes. Sam was already asleep when Emmett curled in against his chest, his fingers tracing lightly over the red purple marks on the older boy's neck that were visible even in the near darkness.

"I'll look after you Sam."

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