WARNING!
Guys, this chapter is very triggering. if you think reading about rape will trigger you please skip this chapter. because this is violent and in details. I once had a very close encounter so i know how even the littlest things can trigger you when u were abused like that...
I hope you like what you read and stay with me for the rest of the STORY...:)

Dean was smirking even wider now at the feeling of Sam's hot load all over his hand. He leaned down, pulling Sam's hips off the bed to get better access over the tiny hole. It all felt so good to Dean that he almost regretted wasting his time on torturing other souls and not doing this any sooner. Almost!

He looked up at Sam's face, grinning evilly as his index finger slowly started massaging the entrance. Sam had his eyes shut, his jaw clenched but the rest of his body was still so relaxed due to his recent orgasm.

"Good boy, Sammy. Gotta say, I'm very impressed with how fast you came for me."

Sam kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see and tried to constrict his rim muscles even more to push the finger away. Sure enough he was met with another hit of Dean's hands and the shock made him lose the control he had, making his entrance relaxed and more exposed to Dean.

"Do you know what is about to happen to you, little boy?" Dean said pressuring the hole a bit.

Sam shivered, feeling like he was about to throw up any second and the belt gagging him wasn't helping his situation. He needed to scream, try to shake some sense into Dean. There had to be a way…

Just then Dean pushed his finger in his hole and Sam lost all hope and tried to lock himself up in his mind. Soon enough he realized that his thoughts weren't any better than what was happening to his body. Dean was supposed to be his protector, the one who always saved him from dad's hits when things got bad. His body trusted him, his mind and soul, every part of Sam's existence trusted Dean and he just couldn't find any part of himself fighting this creature off, for some stupid hope that Dean would somehow come to his senses and stop this. He was so hopeless that he didn't even try to get free anymore, he just lied there, with limp muscles.

"That's it Sammy, I knew you wouldn't fight me off for long… I knew you would eventually let me in…"

Dean said pushing his finger in deeper making Sam's walls burn.

Sam winced pushing his tears away. This was really not fair...

Pretty soon after that Dean added another finger and Sam could feel himself opening up wider. He just wanted to scream, break something. Some part of him still wanted to believe this was all a nightmare. He just wanted his brother back.

His body shook in a broken muffled sob as a tear escaped his closed eyes and he held his breath, opening his eyes. He felt terrified of what Dean would do now.

Dean looked up at the tall boy under him, their eyes meeting and for a split moment Sam thought he saw a familiar person in those eyes before Dean pushed his fingers in even deeper making Sam cry out and arch his back.

"Oh, look at what I found now Sammy." Dean pushed his fingers at the same spot and Sam was then seeing stars.

"This is getting more interesting by each passing second Sammy." Dean said pulling his fingers out so fast, making Sam gasp for air.

Before Sam got to get some stupid hope about it all ending there, Dean was on top of him and lining himself up with Sam's now stretched asshole.

"Listen to me kid, because I'm gonna say this only once. If you close your eyes, I will burn your eyelids. And if you try to get your hands open, I will tear your hole apart. I really don't give a damn if you get hurt or not, you hear me?" The demon said, pressing against Sam.

Sam just nodded weakly. He couldn't find it in himself to try anymore. This was really happening and he was really about to be … He couldn't even think about the word.

He was distracted completely as soon as Dean started pushing his thick dick inside him, faster than what Sam would find caring. A burning pain filled his ass and he would have cried if he could when Dean bottomed out brutally.

Dean stilled there, his hand coming up to Sam's mouth and the belt gagging him.

"Are you gonna be a man about it if I open your mouth? I wanna hear the sounds you're going to make."

The older brother looked at Sam, making Sam feel like he could actually see 'Dean' again and Sam nodded, feeling like he was five and Dean was asking him to stay in the room, while he went to deal with their drunken dad.

Dean slowly took off the belt, bringing his face so close to Sam's that their lips were almost touching. Sam found himself longing to be kissed right now, even if it was his brother, or this creature. That would make him feel like this actually meant something, like he wasn't just another toy to this demonic thing. He involuntarily parted his lips, his tongue wetting the chapped bottom lip.

Dean smirked and pulled away, moving his face down instead, hovering on top of Sam's right nipple, blowing on it.

"Not happening, Sammy." Dean bit down on Sam's sensitive nipple, making the boy yelp in pain.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Sammy." He remembered Dean holding a six year old Sam that had climbed to his bed after yet another nightmare. He clung to the memory, no matter how much it hurt. He needed something to escape from reality.

For some twisted reason that motivated Dean to bite down again and he started moving, thrusting fast inside of Sam. Sam was overwhelmed by the amount of pain that every single thrust gave him. It was overwhelming and Dean didn't seem to care how Sam had teared up and was biting his lips to prevent shouting.

"Did you get an ouchie on your leg, kiddo? Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Told you, you didn't practice enough to start riding a bike."

Dean shifted suddenly, making hot white pain shoot up Sam's body and Sam cried out loud as the memory faded away.

"Dean… please…" Why was this happening to him?

Dean looked up and his eyes were now back to the shining black. He slammed his hand on Sam's mouth as he pushed himself in deeper, his balls hitting Sam's bare skin. Sam couldn't help but bite at what was in his reach and Dean yelped looking down at Sam, looking very angrily.

"Did you just bite me?"

"Did you just bite me?" Dean said in mock-anger as an eight year old Sam wiggled out of his grasp. "Come here, you little bug." Dean roared and started chasing Sam, practice long forgotten. They ended up falling down the floor, with Dean's fingers mercilessly tickling Sam's sides, not stopping until Sam managed to gasp that he was about to pee himself.

Sam's eyes went wide in fear and he desperately tried to hold on to that memory. He couldn't deny and risk his brother's wrath so he just looked into those emotionless eyes, letting out a muffled apology, begging for forgiveness.

"'orry… ean…"

Dean snapped his fingers and suddenly there were flames on his fingers. Sam could feel the burn of the fire so close to his body and he couldn't take his eyes off the dancing flames.

"You know, I was gonna do this later with less pain but you just ask for trouble little brother. You were the same as a little kid, always went and got dad mad."

Dean lowered his fingers, holding it just above Sam's new tattoo.

"Well, did you ever think about it? that I was the one who ended up getting beat up? I was the one who had to hear all the shouts and arguing?"

Sam tried to block it out, the torrent of memories flooding inside his head. He knew that Dad was always rough on Dean but he never thought… The image of Dean limping to their shared bed, and bloodied lip wouldn't leave his mind.

"No… you never cared…" Dean said, closing the remaining distance and Sam could smell his skin and flesh burn and the blinding pain caused him to scream. Or at least attempt to scream. He was crying out but there was no voice coming out of his mouth.

"Oh yeah, I cut off your vocal chords for now, until you learn to keep your pain to yourself. Like I did for so many years." Dean smirked, blowing out the fire.

"I'm gonna make you a man Sam. A real man."

Before Sam could get any time to catch his breath, Dean was slamming inside of him hard again. It didn't burn as much as it had at first but Sam thought it could also be because of the worse pain he was feeling on his chest. He didn't even have any time to think about why Dean had gotten rid of the tattoo?

Dean kept on riding him and Sam continued to let out silent cries of pain. Then Dean shifted again and this time he hit that soft spot inside of Sam, making him see stars again and Sam could feel himself go really tight around the thick cock inside him.

Dean moaned loudly and bit at Sam's collar bone, picking up his pace and hitting that same spot over and over again, until he finally reached his climax and emptied his load inside of Sam.

Sam held his breath as Dean rode his late orgasm, pounding inside of him, and sighed in pain as Dean finally pulled out of him and got to his feet.

"Well, that was fun, Sam… maybe we should play again?" He teased and Sam couldn't hold in his tears anymore. He let go and silent tears started streaming down his face. He was tired and his whole body was aching. He didn't look, as Dean got dressed with a snap of his fingers and he didn't look as he left the room, leaving a broken, used Sam alone to drown in his thoughts.

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