Pretty When You Beg

by cntrlphreaque

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Sam woke with a start, he was face down on a bed with a pounding headache. He could not remember where he was for a moment until he felt. His wrists were bound to the headboard like Dean's, as were his ankles. He raised his head to find his brother still bound to the bed next to him. Sam felt a painful sensation from his arse and wonder if he had been raped while he slept. He moved a bit and deduced that the sick fuck had in fact sodomized him and left the dildo in like he had done Dean. The only difference was that he was not gagged.

Carefully looking around for any signs of the man, Sam found they were alone. "Dean," he whispered loundly to his brother. From the sounds of it Dean was sleeping. 'He must have given him a shot, too.' He tried to shift so that the dildo did not bother him so much but that was hard to do. "Dean," he said louder, "Wake up." Sam hated the desperation in his voice.

Dean roused at the sound of his brother's voice. 'Damn it, I fell asleep,' he berated himself. He wanted to be awake when Sam came around. He raised his head and looked toward Sam. He could not see him too well over his arm, but he could see his general shape. "Aaann," Dean tried to talk around the gag.

"Dean, man, are you alright?" Sam asked concerned, trying not to think about what will happen to him once that man came back. 'At least Dean does not have to watch.'

Dean dropped his head and nodded the best he could. In fact he hurt all over, nothing did not have some sort of pain associated with it. The worst was that his mouth was so dry and the damned gag was making his jaw ache and cramp. Dean focused on Sam's voice in an attempt to not remember what had happened to him and what will happen next.

They jumped when they heard the door open. Their tormentor had returned.

"Wonderful," he said and moved to the table, the brothers followed his movements. He had shifted his gear to the table since he had to move Sam to the bed. Sorting through the bag he found what he was looking for then walked over between the beds.

"Sleep well my Pretties?" he asked not expecting an answer. The man reached over to caress Dean's face. Dean flinched before he could stop himself. The gloved fingers trailed down to his chest, hesitating at his abs.

'No, not again,' Dean started to panic but forced himself to focus on Sam. He could hear his brother's ragged breaths as he tried to calm himself. 'Think, got to think. Shit, there nothing I can do!' tears formed in his eyes again. 'I'm sorry Sam, so sorry.'

Dean had not realized what the man was doing until he felt the gag being pulled out of his mouth. It was painful because his mouth was so dry and his jaw hurt when it moved. He did his best to relax but he was too scared.

"Take small sips," the man instructed. Dean just blinked up at the man not understanding. He looked down and saw a glass with a straw. 'Oh, water,' he thought, he did not want to take anything from this bastard, yet he was so thirsty. He carefully sipped mostly because his lips were numb and would not work properly at first. Before Dean could get enough to moisten his mouth the man took the glass away. He wanted to protest but he could not get his voice to work, so it came out in a grunt.

He instructed Sam in the same manner. Sam could feel the man's hand on his back rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades. He did as asked hoping against hope that the man would not do what he was going to do. He need more time.

"Why are you doing this?" Sam asked when the man moved to put the glass away. He watched when their captor paused as if to ponder the question.

"Because of beauty," he gestered in their directions. "Beauty must be possessed." As the man answered he stepped over to Dean and touched him. Starting at his feet the man touched Dean intimately caressing his legs, fondling his genitals, rubbing his abs and chest. "Where there is beauty there is pain," the man finished by grabbing Dean's right wrist causing him to scream out in agony. The wrist started to bleed again.

"Damn you," Dean managed a gravely whisper. He wanted venom, fire, but what he got was fear clouded with pain. "You're just some sick fuck who cannot get a date," he did put some defiance into that. 'Got to keep his focus, protect Sammy.'

For his statement Dean got backhand and "Language." Then the man stuck the gag back in Dean's mouth. He tried to fight it yelling around the gag but the man had all the control. For his struggles both of his wrists were bleeding and his ankles as well. But that did not stop him, he had to break free to save Sam.

"What the hell? Stop that!" Sam could not believe what that sick bastard had just said. "Damn it, we are not property! You can't do this!" Sam was yelling at this point jerking at the restraints. He could not stop the words from coming out of his mouth. "You have not right!" They were ineffectual words being hurled at a madman. 'Dean, do something!' his mind screamed. 'Someone hear us!'

The man moved over to Sam's bed. He removed his shirt, trousers, and briefs. He then got up on the bed with Sam and positioned himself between his legs.

"You fucking son of a bitch! Get the fuck off me!" Sam moved the best he could trying to buck the bastard off his back. He could feel the man's skin as he leaned over and petted Sam's hair. He wanted to vomit when the man kissed the back of his neck. He felt the straps around his legs loosen and the dildo slide out of him. He was scared and angry he could do nothing.

"Pretty," the man whispered.

"Please don't do this," Sam was begging now knowing what was coming.

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