Disclaimer: See chapter one
This is a extension of a sort from authoressnebula's Don't Say a Word. It's dark and graphic. So BE WARNED!
Yay! Another update! Its kinda slow, but I wrote it in the best of my ability! Thank you, cartchica89 for all the support and help XD
Enjoy chapter seven!
With the ring firmly attached again, John sat on Sam's chest and hit his groin hard with his belt. Sam jumped and whimpered with each hit, the pressure growing and the pain increasing exponentially. John started to grunt as he started to rub himself on Sam as he whipped his son's gear. "Fucking brat still needs to be punished…" John mumbled. "Even if you can't learn…" Sam screamed as John brought his arm up and hit his son a few times full force, the smacks echoing loudly as the leather hit tender flesh. John smiled, happy with the way Sam's groin was violently red and slightly purple in areas. John then grabbed Sam by the hair and pulled a compliant Sam off the bed. Forcing Sam on his knees, John pulled his son's face to his groin. "Suck it, slut."
Sam opened his mouth and took his father in, whimpering slightly as John thrust himself into Sam's abused throat. He moaned and gasped in pleasure as he worked himself in and out, reaching his climax. Sam cried as the ring prevented release; The pressure increased until he felt as though he was going to implode. John twisted his hand harder in Sam's hair when he reached his climax and released himself into Sam's throat. Sam gagged a little, making John growl in disapproval and grab Sam's penis. He squeezed it hard, making Sam yell out. "You will take it, you fucking bitch!" He slapped Sam's tender groin, drawing out sobs from the boy. Not satisfied, he grabbed Sam's penis and slapped solely that full force. Sam screamed and cried so hard he started to hyperventilate. John paused in the punishment before applying a few more firm hits. He then pinned him down and took Sam into his own mouth. Sam sobbed as his father sucked and caressed his penis with his tongue. Sam hated the way he was reacting, his penis enlarging as though he was enjoying it. You are enjoying it, you slut!
John lifted Sam's body a little and stuck a finger up his ass, causing Sam to shout out. John added another and another until four fingers were pumping in and out in rhythm with John's mouth. Sam let out a whimpering sob and brought his hands up to his face to somehow hide himself away from the world. How could the world not be ashamed of him?
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Dean stood frozen, his brain not comprehending the scene in front of him.
A man had his face in his baby brother's groin sucking in pleasure while fingering his ass. Dean didn't understand the sight, and made no connections to earlier in the week. All he knew was that something was hurting his brother, and he just saw red.
Dean launched himself at the man, punching hard on the temple of his un-expecting head. Dean quickly grabbed his neck and pulled him away from Sam. Holding the man tightly, he let his fist fly, whamming into the man's face. The man, caught off guard and tired from the constant intercourses he had that day, tried fruitlessly to fight back. He looked up at Dean and shock. "D-Dean…" he tried to reason but Dean just kicked him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. The man quickly succumbed to unconsciousness as the fist knocked his head against the wall a few too many times.
Dean kept hitting him, completely unaware of the consequences. His only drive was to hurt the man as much as possible in his wild fury. Dean grunted and heaved in exertion as he started to kick the man hard in the groin. Never… touch… my… brother… like that… again!
Suddenly he felt a tug on the back of his leather jacket. Dean froze in his beating and turned his head. Sam was looking up at him with watery, pleading eyes. His body was shaking from the pain and forced arousal, come and blood dripping of his body in a grotesque manner…
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Sam watched, stunned at how mirthlessly Dean was beating their father. Sam shook his head in denial. Oh, God… Dean's going to know now! He's going to know what I did! What I am!
Sam watched as Dean started to hyperventilate in his beating. Biting back his own pain, knowing his father didn't deserve the beating, Sam crawled to the edge of the bed and shakily got up. Ignoring the pain and the orgasmic trembles, hobbled to his brother and lightly tugged on his jacket, knowing his brother wouldn't want him touching him now, but needing to get his attention. Dean stop in his beating and slowly turned his head towards Sam. Sam looked up at his brother and rasped out, "S-st-o-o-p-p." Sam licked his lips and tried again. "S-stop…"
Dean stared at Sam for a second, his pupils blown up out of proportion in rage. As Dean's pupils went back to normal, horror filled up his face. He looked back down at the man that he now recognized. His father. Dean panted from exertion and utter horror. The image of his father wrapped around Sam's groin while sucking and the sounds accompanying of John's pleasure and Sam's pleas had themselves ironed into Dean's brain. He felt like crying. He felt like bursting out sobbing like he was a little kid. The man he admired, he adored, and looked up to, had turned into a stranger.
Sam saw his brother's face turn to horror at the mere sight of him. Tears fell as Sam's greatest fear became true. Deep down, Sam hoped that his father would be wrong about Dean's reaction. Clearly, it wasn't the case. Not that I deserve my greatest hope after what I've done. Sam looked deeper in his eyes and only saw horror and disgust. He can't even bare the sight of me… Sam cringed away, taking a few shaky steps back, knowing his brother didn't want him near him now. "S-sorry…" Sam croaked out. Sam coughed a little, ignored the blood he tasted in his mouth, "'M so-orry…" Sam miss-stepped and fell into a heap on the floor. Sam grunted in pain and started sobbing as his entire body was jarred and more specifically his groin. The ring still firmly attached kept the pain and pressure that seemed to be slowly growing from release. Sam didn't dare take it off and anger his father, or now his brother, who would want him to be punished for his actions. Sam brought his hands up to his face and sobbed hard. The thought of his brother hating him started to destroy what was left of Sam's sanity. I have nothing now. Bobby won't understand either. They'll all hate me. Sam trembled hard as the sea of emotions and pain took their toll on his body.
Suddenly a pair of warm, strong arms encased him. Sam was pressed against something solid and warm. He automatically curled in deeper into the familiar smell of leather and gunpowder. It was different from his father's smell. This meant safe. Sam cried harder when he realized that it was his brother. Sam shoved his face deeper into his hands and in turn Dean's chest. Sam didn't want to see the look of disgust and shame on Dean's face again. Once was enough. Dean's just pitying you now. He can't believe how pathetic you are. Better take while you can, Sammy-boy, 'cause big brother's going to leave your dirty, slutty ass behind now!
Sam got his breathing back down to relatively normal. He knew that before Dean left him behind, he should apologize to him for what he did to their father. "S-sor-ry…" he stammered out between sobs. "I-it's o-ok-kay… u-unders-stand y-you h-hate m-me n-now…"
Dean tightened his grip on Sam in both desperation and horror. Sam thinks it's his fault... He thinks I hate him! Tears ran in a steady flow down Dean's face, but he refused his body's desire to sob. He had to be strong for his brother now, and make him understand… Dean bit his lip in an attempt to stop the trembling before he spoke. Even so, it was easy to hear the tremble in his voice. "Sammy," Dean said painfully slow. "I don't hate you. Not at all." Dean rocked his traumatized brother back and forth in a soothing manner. Dean was incredible thankful that Sam's didn't seem to fear being touched by him. Not that Dean would blame him at all if he did. "You did nothing wrong…"
Sam shook his head hard. "M-made… h-him d-d-do thi-is… A-all m' fault!" Sam sobbed.
Dean's body quivered in rage and utter sadness at the statement. Dean let out a short sob that he covered as a cough. He put a hand on the back of Sam's head and another around his back and held him as tight as possible to his chest, rocking him back and forth.
Sam trembled harder as the comforting hug caused a flare in the pain and pressure in his groin. Sam let out screaming sobs as it became unbearable, but he refused to remove himself from Dean's embrace, fearing it was the last he would ever have.
Dean stopped rocking as Sam's sobs turned into screams. Dean berated himself for not thinking of the physical pain Sam must be in after… Oh god, Dean realized. This is the monster Sam was talking about! They weren't dreams! It was just Sammy's cover-up for the real monster…! Not wanting to let go, but wanting to make sure Sam was mostly okay physically, Dean slowly let go of his brother and held him at arms length.
Sam felt his brother pull away from him and hold him out away from him. That was it. Sam slumped forward in defeat, shoulders still shaking with sobs. Dean's done with the pity-fest and now he wants to get away from your slutty self.
Dean looked at Sam's posture, how defeated and broken he looked. God, how am I going to fix this? Dean started looking at Sam from a medical view and felt his hate towards his father flare.
Sam had dark bruises on his arms, stomach and all around his groin and inner thighs. There were small cuts around his groin and thighs. Dean saw red again at the sight of the ring and how Sam's groin was a violent red from the torture device. Dean looked up at the top of Sam's head, unsure if he should ask Sam to remove it, or if he should just go ahead a remove it himself. Choosing the latter, Dean carefully extended a hand, wincing at the heat radiating out of Sam's groin.
Sam felt his brother touch his penis and froze in horror. Oh God! Did I do it to Dean, too?! Oh god! Now he's really going to hate me! Sam let out a small cry at his failure. He waited for Dean to grab and pin him down. And waited. And waited.
Sam was shocked when Dean's hand went away, taking the ring with him. Sam's urge to relieve himself hit him full force, but now Sam was determined to ignore it. I've already given Dean enough reasons to think I'm a slut.
Dean carefully removed the ring, flinching at Sam's cry knowing Sam must think that Dean wanted to abuse him too. Dean threw the ring away and looked at Sam again. When Sam remained unchanged except for the increased orgasmic trembles, Dean whispered, "Sam, it's okay to…" Dean took a quick look and knew Sam must be dying for release. "let yourself go."
Sam shook his head vehemently. "N-nooo… D-don't-t n-n-need t-to…"
Dean scoffed lightly in disbelief. "Sam." Dean lifted Sam's head in his hands. He ignored the way Sam avoided eye contact and said, "It's okay. I know you need to."
Sam looked everywhere but Dean. He heard the words and knew he meant them. Sam whimpered as he grabbed himself and started pumping. I guess Dean can't really see me in worse light now anyway. Sam let out a yell as he came and was relieved. He sobbed between heavy pants and folded in on himself, feeling more ashamed then ever now.
Dean used his thumbs to try and wipe Sam's ever-present tears away. "It's okay…" Dean shut his eyes more a moment as his own warm, salty tears fell freely down his face. He wrapped his arms around his brother again and resumed rocking him. "I'm here, Sammy…"
Sam stopped breathing for a second. His brother took him back in his arms and said… 'I'm here.' Sam wasn't sure what to think. His thoughts more confusing than before, he listened to his brother's voice, hoping they'd guide him to a safe place where everything made sense.
"I'm here."
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