Dark Desires

Warning: Now this one will have all the warnings listed on the first chapter applied to it so just be aware of that. Also I'm going to toss this warning in(I'll update the main warning as well) that this will have mention of an actual non-con event but nothing graphic.

Chapter Two

Dull pain and burning muscles were the first things that came back as consciousness slowly returned. A move to find the lump he was sure would be on the back of his head was what immediately alerted Sam that he'd been out longer than he thought because he quickly came to realize he'd been stripped naked and tied but it wasn't until his vision cleared that he understood how bad this could be.

Several floor mirrors had been placed around so he could see himself with his arms tied over the heavy suspension bar that hung from the ceiling to pull him off the floor at least a foot. A steel spreader bar had been placed to keep his ankles apart so he couldn't close his legs and that had been hooked to the floor by chains.

A thick leather collar around his neck had attached straps and chains running down and across his chest down to his waist which allowed the heavy tight leather cuffs on his wrists to hook and keep his arms bound over the bar.

Sam tried to swallow but found his mouth dry but relieved that he hadn't been gagged since he was still halfway certain that he could do this, that he could get both of them out of this alive…so long as his brother didn't gag him or use a hood.

Tensing to see how tight he was tied, he couldn't bite back the groan as the straps dug in but the moment he tried to twist his neck he gasped and couldn't fight the way his body suddenly bucked as much as he could with very little give between the bar at his back and the bar holding his ankles.

Wide hazel eyes tried to find a mirror to show him what the hell had just happened when he caught sight of the chains hooked to the collar that ran down his back and attached to the odd silver thing pressed into his lower back while the other end disappeared into his…

"Ohhh God," he groaned as the feel of the hard steel ball of the anal hook stuffed up his ass moved everytime he did and tried not to move which was hard as his body wanted to find a way to relieve the pressure in his arms and back.

Trying to distract himself from the feel of the hook, Sam began to look in the other mirrors but figured those were for when Dean really started on him but the one in front of him caused the younger man to squint to see something he was just noticing, a moment before he heard a soft sound and his hanging limp cock suddenly had the strong sensation of being touched and rubbed.

"Dean?" he wanted to move, to look but kept still until it felt like his balls were being tugged with every rub of his cock but as the attention caused Sam to begin to grow hard he had to gasp at the feel of something tightening at the base of the cock. "Dean!"

"Welcome back. I was starting to think I'd have to get started without you," slowly Dean stepped into Sam's line of sight to stand in front of his tied and hung little brother to offer a smirk that truly made the younger Winchester uneasy. "Wondering what's going on, Sammy?"

Ever since his brother's return from Purgatory there had been a side to Dean that Sam knew his brother was fighting to keep inside. The raw, on edge, always ready to react side that he'd come to depend on to survive down there.

That side in addition to the piece of Dean that was still there from his time in Hell had never been seen before but now Sam feared that would be what he'd be dealing with.

"Got a hunch," Sam replied tightly, watching his brother to see that while Dean's green eyes were dilated he didn't appear to be showing any other changes to show it wasn't just his personality in control. "The ghost was a floater. Like it did with the other victims it's attached a bit of itself onto to making you more aggressive and dominant and…I just happened to be the perfect target."

Dean's gaze moved over his brother's body to watch the way his chest moved as he tried to control his breathing even as the touch on his cock and balls seemed to amp up. "Interesting theory," he gave him that since right then his mind wasn't on ghosts or haunting but what he'd been thinking of from the moment he first got his brother naked to begin to hook him to the bar. "Or it could just be I'm tired of sidestepping crap and figured it was time I taught you a lesson or two.

"This place has all kinds of toys and stuff to use on you in so many ways," Dean stepped closer so his denim clad thigh could brush the device he'd slid over Sam's cock to see the way his brother fought the response. "Don't fight it, Sam. The more you fight to respond, the more I'll do to make you respond because I want to hear you moan.

"I want to hear you scream as I whip that ass until it's blood red with welts and then I'll take that ball out and whip that tight hole you haven't wanted me near lately. Once that's all nice and red then I will pound my cock into your ass until you can't sit or walk or lay for a goddamn month," he gritted, taking a handful of long hair to yank it hard which pulled the chain attached to the anal hook to cause Sam to moan as the ball moved.

Moving away to step over to a table along the wall to pick up some things, Dean knew Sam was watching him so he held up two things. "Your choice, little brother. You want the gag or the full mask?" he smiled at the thought of seeing Sam in the full spandex hood but the sudden gasp and whimper weren't the responses he'd been looking for. "Sam?"

"No…whatever else but…" Sam's heart had sped up the second his brother held up the items and his instinctive response was to try to move no matter if that did cause the straps to bite into his skin or the ball from the hook to move more in his ass. "You want…to use anything else…whip me, cut…whatever the hell else you've always wanted to do to me but held back…fine but…don't…use those. Please, Dean."

Seeing the actual fear on Sam's face normally would have had Dean backing off but in this state of mind he wasn't ready to yet, especially if tormenting his brother would be more interesting. "Don't like the idea of me covering your face with his hood, Sammy?" he stepped back over to raise the spandex to just run it down Sam's face but wasn't expecting when his brother suddenly jerked back only to scream when the ball went in deeper.

"Hey, stop moving," Dean ordered, a little surprised that Sam could move like that with the way he'd tied him and made a note to tighten the chains on both the suspension bar and the ankle cuffs as he grabbed a chain attached the waist strap to pull his brother still before getting in his face. "You pull one more stunt like that and not only will I use both of these things but I'll stick vibrators in any hole I can find before I seal you up in that thing in the corner so you can't move a damn…shit!"

Following his brother's eyes to the corner, any semblance of leftover calm fled as months of burying memories and fears came back over him with a vengeance and despite it all, despite knowing that Dean was only reacting because of the spirit enhancing his own aggression and that his brother wouldn't know why the sight of the ball gag and hood on top of the vac sealed bondage cage would upset him Sam began to strain.

"Fuck you!" he shot out through dry lips, his eyes huge with fear but accepting the more hardcore kinks he'd have to go through to save his brother was far different than ever being made that helpless again or facing those memories…especially at this moment. "You wanna hurt me? He wanna hear me beg? You want to punish me for whatever the hell you're pissed at me over? Fine! But if you try to get me in that damn thing then you better knock me out again cause I'll break your goddamn…mmmh!"

Dean's mouth covered Sam's in a hard kiss to both shut him up and to try to control his thrashing. It caused Sam more pain since he was off the floor anyway so his brother's hand on the collar had to pull his neck down to kiss him which actually caused the damn anal hook to move more until he slowly stilled.

"Okay, don't move," Dean growled against his lips after breaking the kiss, letting his tongue slip out to lick over Sam's face and the taste of salty tears had him stilling for just a moment until another shiver shot up his back and it seemed like the dark feelings wanted to fill him again. "Don't move, Sam."

His body burning with pain as his ass ached from the ball that had been pushed and pulled deeper than it was meant to go by his own struggles, Sam made himself calm down and just accept whatever was going to happen except he knew he needed Dean to fuck him and soon if only to keep his brother alive.

"Do what you want to," he murmured then hissed as something sharp was run down the center of his back. "You punishing me or trying to make me harder?"

"Be a smart ass and find out," Dean returned from behind him as he pressed his fully clothed but hard and practically vibrating with desire body against Sam, making sure to get some pressure on the crook of the anal hook and heard the choked moan. "Gonna make you cry for it, Sam," he whispered hotly.

Showing Sam what was on all five fingers of his right hand, Dean felt the shudder go through his brother at the sight of the metal cat nails he'd slipped on those fingers while licking around Sam's ear. "Look in the mirrors," he ordered, feeling himself hard already but the urge to hurt was still in control even if he was fighting the thoughts in the back of his head to go all out.

Sam's reactions to those items tugged at his brain, warning him that there was more to this than he was currently able to process at the moment but storied it away for later. Now he wanted to feel and see his little brother react under his touch.

Watching over Sam's shoulder, Dean smiled a little tightly at the way his brother's eyes were locked on the metal claws that he raked over his chest with enough pressure to leave red welts but not draw blood until he reached his shoulder and then he pressed one finger harder to just make a tiny scratch, hearing Sam whisper his name.

"Gonna make you my bitch, Sammy," he growled into his ear, closing his lips over the scratch to begin to suck and tasted little coppery droplets on his tongue. "You feel that thing rubbing your cock like you used to like me to? Feel it pulling your balls. You're hard and dripping, little brother. You want to come already but you're not going to until I'm damn ready to let you…maybe."

The sharp little claws raked over his nipples making Sam arch and moan at the feel of both them and the way Dean's body behind him seemed to know just how to press to get a response but a sudden chill in the air meant that they weren't alone for this.

"Dean…" he broke off on a gasp when one of those finger claws slid down to rake over his groin and the need to thrust forward was huge but the chain on the hook pulled so the ball in his ass moved around until he was squirming. "Please…you need to…"

"Don't tell me what I need to do," Dean's voice went deeper as his fingers dug into Sam's hair to pull it hard enough to cause a cry of pain to finally come. "That's what I want to hear from you," he licked and bit harder than he normally would down his brother's stretched neck while flicking the cat nails off his fingers to reach back for something else. "Like to hear you make those sounds."

Sam wasn't sure if this was the spirit's influence or if this was the side of Dean that Purgatory had created as he moaned as the spiked cock ring began to hurt more as his cock swelled and hardened in response to the other device.

Even despite the pain and cruelty Dean was capable of showing now, the feel of his brother's calloused hands touching him after so long of being without it Sam couldn't deny the desire he felt building. Then came the crack of a paddle over his ass, over the hook and he didn't bother trying to stop the scream that came out.

"Dean! Wait…God…wait!" Sam managed to gasp, fearing he would be gagged but needing to take the risk as his hands clenched in the cuffs holding them to the strap on his chest. "Take it out! Please…you can use the paddle, I deserve it, but take that…take it out…argh!"

Two more slaps with the paddle hit on either reddening cheek before suddenly Dean's fingers were felt removing the anal hook far more carefully than Sam expected him to be under the circumstances. "Why do you deserve it?" he asked suddenly, rubbing the palm of his hand over the welts before slapping with his bare hand to get a gasp. "Answer me! Why do you deserve this?"

"Cause I hurt you…" Sam's voice was ragged, his chest heaving from trying to breathe with the collar tight on his throat. "I betrayed you again and…I never meant to, Dean. I…ugh!"

The unexpected drop from the bar to the floor took Sam by surprise as his knees took the brunt of the fall but even before he could blink the wrist cuffs were being chained together to hook to one of the other rings on the straps on his waist.

"Up and move!" Dean snapped, suddenly seeing red as he unhooked the spreader bar but yanked Sam's hair so his eyes would meet his as he added. "Don't fight or close 'em, Sam or…"

Sam was tasting blood from biting his tongue on the fall but he still caught the way his brother's green eyes changed a bit too much and as the chill in the air had a wall light blinking and Dean's head moved to the corner it began to hit Sam.

"No…Dean…stay with me," he intentionally let his body stay still to pull his brother's arm down which also brought Dean's attention back to his face. "You don't want to use that. I thought you wanted to fuck my ass until…ah…"

"Gonna earn that gag yet, Sammy," Dean hissed tightly, shoulders shivering as he pushed back the sudden urge to shove his brother into that vacuum sealed thing that had freaked him out earlier but he bypassed it to yank Sam to his feet and over to a steel device that looked like some mutated sawhorse with places for a body's neck, wrists and ankles.

Suspecting what was about to happen and needing Dean to do it before time ran out or something else began influencing his brother, Sam didn't tense as much as he wanted to as a metal clamp hooked over the back of his neck to trap his head in the first restraint of the bench.

"Unclench your hands," Dean waited until Sam had uncurled his fists to take each wrist to place each in its own clamp on the device, making sure each was tight enough before moving down to his brother's ankles to clamp those down and then attached a final clamp that fit over the small of Sam's back to hook with a last padlock to the steel bar on the front of the thing. "You look good like this, baby."

Sam had a hunch of what he looked like but kept silent as it suddenly hit him that during all this time that his brother had called him a lot of things but not the one name that Dean almost always did when they were having sex and he tried to hope that was because in some part of his head his brother knew not to.

"Been a long time since we've done this," he stepped up behind Sam, the hard and damp bulge of his jeans pressed against Sam's ass but his hand slid around to the device that was still rubbing the dripping cock that was blood red and swelled in the sheath. "Want this off, Sam? Do you want me take this thing off and leave the cockring?"

More than anything but Sam wasn't stupid. "You won't," he moaned as a fingernail touched the slit on the head of his cock to cause the drip to become a leak and he groaned again. "I want you to but…you won't so…do your worst but just fuck me…unless you can't."

Risking a more severe reaction, Sam hoped if he pissed his brother off to the point of losing control then Dean would just enter him and be done with it and the open handed slap told him that he would probably get that and more.

"That's rich coming from you, Sam!" Dean snapped, fingers curling roughly into hair that Sam suddenly did not like being so long. "You made the choice! You changed everything! So don't throw it up to me now that I can't split you in two because I plan to do that and so much more!"

"Wha…what?" Sam had stopped keeping the sounds in since he hoped that would also help his brother along but he wanted to shoot Dean a huge bitchface right then and couldn't because of the clamp over his neck. "You…chose not to touch me after…after you got back. You made no indication you still…shit…that you still wanted me and I figured you'd get enough with him or…"

"What happens in Purgatory stayed in Purgatory," Dean muttered then glared as he swatted the back of his brother's head but instinctively avoided where the bump would be. "Don't turn this on me since you chose to abandon me just to have a normal everything with that chick. Forgot about me the first chance you had to find a normal life and normal sex when we both agreed years ago that…" he broke off as those emotions threatened to override the ones ruling him then.

Despite the burning of his muscles and the way his cock now ached, Sam was suddenly hit with the knowledge that there was more to his brother's anger than he'd thought but before he could try to think of a reply he heard the sound of a zipper being jerked down and steeled himself for the next act since if Dean was only going so far as to unzip his jeans enough to free his own hard and ready cock that he suspected this was going to hurt…a lot.

After everything that had happened between them as of late, especially the night Dean had pulled a gun on him to toss a lot of crap out that he'd been holding in, Sam didn't blame his brother for wanting to hurt him and actually welcomed it to a point…not that he'd let Dean know that right now.

"How easy was it, Sam?" Dean demanded harshly, wanting only to get his cock out and shove it in to the red and welt covered ass that he'd been thinking of for months, for over a year actually and despite the warning in the back of his head he felt himself lining up to give a swift thrust of his hips to go in shallowly. "How easy was it to fuck her?"

Sam had felt the head touch the rim of his tight hole but before he could take a deep breath or try to say anything the searing pain of his brother's large and ready cock was going in with a deep grunt that had him screaming even as he tried to bite it off.

"Too tight, little brother," Dean groaned as the heat closed around him and the first ring of muscle tried to resist what it viewed as an intrusion but he pulled out to enough to snap forward again to feel the way get a little slicker as tight muscles tore a little until he went forward again so his balls were pressed against the clenching creased and only the clamps were keeping Sam from jerking against the pain. "Been too long since anyone touched you back here since you were too busy screwing the vet to remember who owns this ass?"

The pain was intense but still nothing like Sam hadn't felt before but struggled to keep that in as Dean's fingers on his right hand curled in his hair again to yank it back as far as the neck clamp would allow but the fingers of his left pressed against Sam's lips.

"Open and suck, Sam," he ordered, voice gravelly as another light on the wall seemed to blink as he kept rolling his hips in hard thrusts as if seeking something but not finding it.

The roller on his cock was still making Sam's body want to respond in a way that was familiar to him but was trapped with the spiked cockring biting into soft flesh but as the fingers pushed against lips that he'd clamped shut to keep from screaming again until the pain eased off, Sam opened them to use the act of sucking on those three fingers as a distraction.

"You used to like to suck my fingers before I used them to open you, didn't you?" Dean's mouth was next to his ear as the weight of his chest pressing on Sam's back brought more strain but it also gave Dean a better angle to thrust. "Use to like to suck me too. Did you suck her too, Sammy?" he asked roughly, biting hard and heard a moan. "Like that?"

Sam tried to stay alert as the air in the room seemed to get heavier but the taste of Dean he could still get from just this small act brought a flood of memories back to when it was still good between them, before it all went wrong and he accepted that his brother would never want this if he knew the truth.

"Did you get off as fast with her as what I could bring you?" releasing Sam's hair to move between his spread legs to remove the device he'd placed on his brother cock and balls. "Did you even think of me, of what you did the year you were with her, Sam? Did it even matter if I was alive or dead or didn't you even give a damn anymore once you had…ow!"

Biting down hard and not caring suddenly as tears fell but not from the lessening pain in his ass or the way Dean jerked his cock in reaction to being bitten, Sam heard the snarl but was oblivious to anything but the way his head was pounding. "I did!" he gasped, waiting for the fist to come or for Dean to hurt him but when nothing came he rushed on before his better judgment took hold.

"I did look for you! I looked for six months. I was only with Amelia for two months before you came back and I only had sex with her a few times because every damn time I did it left me feeling as lost as I did that first damn day when I didn't know where you were and realized how screwed I was," Sam broke off on a ragged sob, closing his eyes against the sudden rush of memories and the burning tears as pain filled him but not from what was happening but from what did happen months ago. "Please…just get this over with."

The spiel of bitter hateful words that had been on his tongue since this started paused on the rush of words Sam had just delivered though his body was still moving to find what it needed as the way was now slicked with his own precome and what Dean would later realized was blood.

"What about the other four months?" he wanted to know, his left fingers slick from Sam's spit sliding over his brother's cock to lightly play with the cockring as if considering if he wanted to remove it when he heard a whimper that he suddenly knew was from pain and flicked the ring open to let it fall but didn't loosen his grip while stretching up to look at Sam's face to feel something tighten in his chest at the tear tracks he could see. "Sam? Answer me. What about the four months in between…"

"Why don't you ask Todd Garret and Walt about some of that time?" Sam gritted, moaning suddenly at the feel of fingers lightly pressing behind his sac and wanting to move but was trapped in the steel vise with his brother pounding into his ass with more force. "Mmm, Dean…please."

The moan was softer as Dean's long fingers squeezed the base of his cock to keep him from coming while his other finger slid back to press in and up to join his own cock as it thrust with hard pushes as if something wanted him to hurt Sam.

"Tell me why you quit looking for me," Dean murmured as his tongue licked over Sam's shoulders before coming to settle on something on his right shoulder blade to begin to suck it while his tongue laved over it and feeling his brother actually strain again at this touch.

"No…don't touch there, De'n," Sam's eyes snapped open as the warmth of his brother's mouth on the one spot where he had just any number of new scars that he prayed silently Dean was still too far out of it to pay attention to.

His body hot and hard at the feel of the way Sam's cock tried to jerk as he held it as well as feeling just a single finger pressing up into his brother's now open ass to brush against his own cock while it slid up to search for something just as his tongue moved over the mark again and Dean slowly stilled everything but the way his hips were rolling on their own seeking completion.

"Sam…why is the imprint of my amulet embedded in your shoulder like it was burned there?" he asked tightly, his face pressed into Sam's back as he tried to bring his brain to focus on something that did not yet want to come to him. "Tell me what made you stop looking for me? Tell me what the hell Garret had to do with it. That who you let screw you while I was gone? Before you met Amelia? Is that what you did instead of…"

"No, damn it!" Sam cried at the unexpected brush of a finger and a cock against his prostate. It had been so long since he'd allowed himself to feel that rush of pleasure that only Dean could bring that it shattered what control he had left and it poured out. "Garret and Walt, their friends…set me up and nailed me. Had me…for over a month and…they…they…"

Whether it was the sudden broken voice or the shudders going through Sam's restrained body but Dean's touches, the way he was thrusting forward seemed to be slowing down to more controlled moves while he released Sam's blood red and angry cock to begin to give it a few twists while matching his thrusts to that. "Tell me," he ordered, lips closing over Sam's earlobe to draw it with his teeth and heard a sound that was part moan and part sob. "What they do?"

"Raped me."

The moment the words came out, Sam gasped as he felt Dean's whole body go rigid as his fingers slid out let go and there was nothing Sam could do to stop himself from coming after his body had been so strung out. "Dean…" he felt the muscles inside him suddenly clench around his brother's cock and heard the low groan a second before Dean's fingers now gripped his hips as his own orgasm rocked through him. "S'okay, De'n. I'm…here for you. I'm…here."

Relieved that this would hopefully end the spirit's influence over his brother, Sam strained to ride out both his own climax as his come shot over the floor while also taking the final thrusts as he could feel the warmth of come filling him and was suddenly exhausted, feeling the weight of Dean's chest against him before things went black with a groan.

The orgasm shook Dean since it had been a long time since he'd felt one like that but as he slowly came back around it was then that his memories also came back with a harsh rush and he realized he was whispering Sam's name as he finally realized with a sickening clarity what the hell he'd just done but also what his brother had just told him.

"Sam? Sammy?" Dean's voice was ragged and nearly gone from what had just gone on but he found the strength to push himself up and felt a groan tear out of him at the sight of his little brother limp and not moving in some unholy steel device with his spent cock still in his ass. "Sammy? Sonuvabitch," he hissed as it came back fully.

He recalled the bones burning, the odd feeling coming over him and the sudden dark desire to hurt Sam in ways that not even at his maddest would Dean ever think of, except as he took in the bruises, along with the collar and cuffs and the welts and blood on Sam he feared that he had.

Easing out, Dean heard the soft whimper but Sam didn't stir in the restraints and when it hit him that he hadn't even undressed fully, just had unzipped to take his brother like this, it made Dean even more angry at himself and that was before he thought of what else he'd learned…what Sam had been hiding from him and suddenly why certain things in this room had freaked his brother out from the goddamn start of this hunt.

"Easy, Sammy. I'm going to get you out of this damn thing," Dean heard his voice shake, a little glad that Sam seemed to be unconscious so he didn't have to see him fall apart as he began to look for the keys to the damn padlocks on the device when a sudden feeling had him whirling to snarl. "I am so going to find a way to kick your damn ass for this."

The spirit of the Dom stood next to the latex vacuum sealable box while watching Dean before offering a slow smile. "You were the first to actually break free. You're stronger than I thought you were…or he was. Though you also didn't follow the rules and put him in my favorite toy here. That isn't allowed, I'm afraid," he shifted his cold gaze to Sam's limp form to smile a much eviler smile. "You survived but all Subs have to go inside."

Dean was trying to think of why, even as a floater, the spirit still remained if the curse was actually broken. He was just starting to latch on to something when his warning bells went off and he placed himself more firmly between the ghost and his brother.

"You're not putting him in that thing, pervert," he growled, chest tight with emotions he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time but the urge to shield and protect was high right then.

"And you forget who the Master in this club really is," the Dom spirit sneered with a wave of his hand to send the hunter flying across the room to hit hard and lay still as he once again focused on the naked and unmoving boy that had ruined his plot. "Let's see how you scream for a real Dom."

TBC

A/N: Still here? Yeah, another cliffhanger ending but just one more chapter so stay tuned.