CHAPTER 4: SLAVE FOR YOUR LOVE

Summary: The boys play some more, then have a long overdue talk

PART I – SICK PUPPIES

"Bend over."

Day four of their experimental therapy for confused, tangled up, and codependent siblings, Winchester-style. After spending the night in each other's arms, they had woken up feeling calmer and easily fallen back into their… routine.

Sam leaned over the table. His eyes widened and his limbs stiffened when Dean's palm landed a first smack on his ass.

After the incident from the night before, Dean had decided to leave the whip alone for a while and replace it with his hands; and he liked it. He liked it a lot.

He smacked the left butt cheek playfully, swatted the right one, then both, leaving faint red prints everywhere he touched.

Sam could feel his skin ignite under his brother's hand. He gasped when Dean began to spank him harder, landing a series of fast slaps on his butt. His body finally loosened when Dean started rubbing his palm gently over the raw skin.

"Let's see if we can make that tight ass jiggle," Dean said after a while, half teasing and half threatening, cutting his brother's relief short.

He struck hard, the crack of his hand against Sam's flesh sharp in the room. Sam twisted, feeling the sting, but Dean forced him still while he landed one heavy smack after the other, watching the muscles twitch every time he hit a little too hard.

Sam's eyes filled with tears and he cried out as Dean brought down a rain of fire onto his backside. His skin was vibrating with his master's name and his ass burned with each blow. His legs trembled, his knees threatening to give out at any moment, and by the time his brother had decided Sam had had enough, he could barely feel the floor under his feet.

Dean dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to the crimsoning flesh, kissing the bruises better. He burrowed his face between Sam's thighs, gripped his butt cheeks, and flicked his tongue over the small opening. Sam's fingernails scratched the table. Little noises of pleasure fell from his mouth and his hips moved on their own, pushing him backwards to meet the wet muscle that was stretching him open.

Dean dug his tongue as far as he could. He twirled it around, gliding it against the soft walls before pulling out to suck and lick the tiny orifice, eating Sam like a juicy piece of fruit. He reached lower and rubbed his fingers over the tip of Sam's erection. "So wet, already," he teased. "Is that for me?" he asked, fisting the hard length while he planted a loud kiss on Sam's backside.

Sam reached behind and spread himself open in reply. Dean didn't waste a minute. He slathered the exposed cleft with an abundance of lube and pressed himself against it. He penetrated Sam slowly, letting his fingers trace the muscles of his brother's shoulders, back, and abs while he gave Sam a moment to adjust. Then he leaned over Sam, slid his palms up Sam's chest and nibbled on his neck as he started pumping in and out of him.

Sam thrust back to meet every stroke. He could feel the heat stirring between them as they moved. The table was groaning under their weight and Sam couldn't stop writhing while Dean pinched his nipples and drove his pole deep and hard inside of him, bringing them close to the ultimate reward.

Dean pulled out before Sam could reach the peak. He walked to the other side of the table, threaded his fingers through the thick brown locks, and moved Sam's head closer to his crotch while he jerked his cock. Sam opened his mouth. He let his brother's seed slide over his tongue and swallowed every drop, even licking the taste of Dean off his lips when he was done.

Dean looked down at the irresistible creature stretched over the table with awe. He dragged his thumb over the talented lips, resisting the temptation to lean down to give Sam a deep, long kiss, and he tugged at the collar ring. He had decided he didn't need any other toy today, including the leash, so instead of leading Sam around like he usually did, he simply told him to kneel in the corner, facing the wall with his hands behind his back.

He left him there to go get dressed, and when he was ready to go, he stood behind Sam and slid his hand under his chin to make him look up. Sam leaned against his legs and waited his orders.

"I'm going out," Dean announced. "You don't move until I call you."

"Yes, Master."

Sam stayed where he was, listening to the sounds of his brother leaving the motel, the sounds of the world outside, and staring at the faded wallpaper patterns to distract himself from the ache between his legs as minutes slowly ticked by.

His knees were sore and his legs almost numb when the phone rang.

"Have you been a good boy?" Dean asked as soon as Sam picked up.

Sam looked at his neglected shaft, feeling the precum sliding freely down the underside. He swallowed a groan when the throbbing knot tightened in his lower belly. He wasn't sure what Dean planned to do with him, but he couldn't wait to get started. "Yes."

"Go to your bed then, and lie down."

"Yes."

"Spread your legs. Let your hand slide down. Slowly."

"Yes."

"Stop before you reach your cock."

Sam closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Yes."

"I want you to finger yourself. Start by touching it."

Sucking his breath in, Sam lifted his hips slightly and slid his middle finger between his ass cheeks. He pressed the tip against the puffy rim of his well-used entrance and let out a moan.

"How is it?"

"Wet," Sam whispered, face red, feeling like a dirty little slut, and too turned on to mind. He bit his lip and added shyly, "Still stretched open from your cock."

Dean's hand moved down to his crotch. He hadn't planned on getting into the action again himself, but the way Sam responded to him, eager to play despite the hesitation that was evident in his voice when he uttered those dirty words —he could almost see the blood staining his little brother's cheeks— it was too much to resist.

"Stroke it," he ordered, his voice low and hoarse.

Sam rubbed his finger up and down and around the swollen rim, his hips rolling as he writhed on the mattress.

"Slip your finger in."

Sam pushed his finger in easily and licked his lips from sheer bliss.

"Another."

"Yes."

"Do you like it when I'm inside you?"

Sam's breath grew labored. "Yeah."

"Move your fingers."

"Oh, God."

Sam did as he was told, fucking himself with his fingers. It felt good, nowhere as good as when Dean did it, but with his eyes closed and Dean's voice in his ear, it was the next best thing.

Dean listened to him moan on the other end of the line, picturing him open wide, fucking himself on the motel bed. He pumped his fist up and down his dick.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Feels good," Sam answered.." Wish it was you."

"Imagine I'm inside you, filling your tight little fuckhole with my dick."

Sam's head thrashed on the pillow; he panted into the phone. His fingers moved a little faster.

"I'm fucking that tight little ass of yours, and you feel so hot, baby boy. So good and I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come inside you so hard and fill you with so much cum you'll be leaking for days."

"Uh! Dean!" Sam's hand moved faster, thrusting roughly in and out. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, the way they did when Dean was slamming into him.

"Pull your fingers out and jerk your cock."

Dean listened to the desperate moans, making up the sounds he couldn't detect from afar, the wet sounds of precum and lube-slicked fingers flying over Sam's shaft. He heard his name, at first a whisper, then louder, until it was a scream that made him explode.

On the other end, Sam climaxed with a shuddering moan, imagining Dean shooting his full load in his ass like the day before, but this time, he was allowed to come with him.

They stayed on the phone, not saying a word, as they tried to recover their breath.

"Feel better?" Dean asked after a while.

Sam smiled. His master liked to toy with his slave before allowing him his pleasure, but when he did…

"Oh, yes. Thank you, Master."

"Good boy. I'll be home soon."

Dean tossed his cell phone on the passenger seat and wiped himself off before zipping his pants. He blew out loudly and let his head fall backwards. Next time Sam was putting on this little show, he would be right there in the room with him, watching every move.

Part II – Wounded Warriors