Warning! This chapter may ruin every pie reference in supernatural for you. ;p nothing gross it's just every time Dean says pie I now have the images described below stuck in my head haha!

Sam made a hearty meal of chilli, as well as buying sex toys he stocked up on food for the next week. He also bought some of Dean's beloved pie. He had other plans for that, later, Dean's special surprise. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see Dean, naked, cuffs in place but this time he was come free and smelling a lot fresher. "Are you all clean now Dean? Properly clean? Let me inspect you."

"Yes, sir. I cleaned very thoroughly, and I didn't touch myself if promise. Thank you for letting me shower." Dean stood still as Sam circled him, smelling the fresh scent of Dean's shower gel as if scenting him. Dean was speaking the truth; he was as hard as he was earlier, the cock ring still sitting snugly in place. He bent forwards and used his fingers to spread his ass cheeks allowing Sam to pop a finger up his hole to inspect his work.

" yes very clean well done Dean. Dinner is ready."

"Thank you, Sir."

Dinner passed with little incident they talked about sports and music. It was comforting to know they were still brothers as well as Sub/Dom, even whilst Dean was wearing a collar. "Dean, as promised earlier you will get to come this evening. I'm going up stairs to set some things up. I want you to clean the dishes and when you are done come upstairs. You will be tied down and we can begin." Sam deliberately let a teaser into his instruction to spark Dean's interest. Dean was on his feet collecting their empty plates and heading to the sink. Sam made his way up stairs and pulled the soft rope out of its bag. There were two lengths long enough to put width ways under the mattress. He moved them into place and arranged the pillows so Dean would be comfortable. He was going to torture Dean but Dean was never going to be in pain of discomfort.

Dean entered the room and with one look towards Sam, he moved to the bed and laid down, face, up and spread his limbs, ready to be locked down. He smiled up at Sam as he was tied into position. Sam tying the rope around the D ring on the cuffs and securing it in place with one of the knots taught for very different reasons a long time ago. Sam left the room without saying a word. Dean tested out his mobility, finding very little give. His head was propped up by a couple of pillows, leaving him staring at his exposed body. Sam returned holding a tray with a cup of steaming liquid and a plate of what looked like pie. "sir?"

"yes Dean?" Sam set about cutting a slice, "oh this, yes we are going to have pudding, you're going to be the plate. Then I will get right onto your orgasm." Sam placed the slice of pie onto Dean's flat, muscled stomach, produced a spoon and took a spoonful of pie and brought it to Dean's lips. The sight of those kissable, fuckable lips wrapping themselves around the spoon and sucking the pie into Dean's mouth made Sam groan with lust. He fed Dean more pie, watching that tongue lick those lips clean. Dean, was making noises a whore would blush at, groaning and pleading for more pie, pulling at his bonds when Sam got distracted by those lips. "oh I think that's enough for you Dean. I haven't had any yet and there's nearly none left, it's all just sauce..." Sam placed the spoon on the tray, took his shirt and t-shirt off and set about licking the cherry pie filling. He kissed Dean and exchanged cherry flavours, enjoying the taste of his bother mixed with the delicious pie.

Dean could have sworn he was going to come if he didn't have the cock ring on. The pie alone was among the best he had ever tasted. It was warm and felt oddly pleasant smeared on his stomach. Then his brother, his master started enjoying the pie licking it straight off, Sam's tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, making his cock ache with need. He felt Sam place a smaller slice of pie lower, very close to his... "oh god Samm- Master please. Yes. Please, please, please."

"Oh Dean you getting greedy, this is my slice." Sam retrieved the ball gag from the drawer in the bedside cabinet and snapped it into place.

"No. Sir I... mmmphfmph" Dean's protests were ignored. He was encouraging Sam, although, the denial of pie being fed to him from his abs by his brother sent a new wave of arousal through him. Then he felt a spike of desire, he looked down and saw Sam taking a small mouthful of mostly filling and taking Dean into his mouth. The feeling of warm pie and his brother around his cock was almost too much, ring or no ring, the few crumbs of the crust causing very odd feelings up and down his shaft. Sam was cleaning the pie off his cock with his mouth, he took a mouthful of what turned out to be coffee and went back to sucking and licking. The feeling of heat after Sam had drunk coffee was unreal. Dean is crying out from being the gag pleading, needing a release soon. Suddenly he feels the pressure around his cock released, the cock ring was off! He was teetering on the edge trying to hold off until finally Sam said those magic words.

"You can come now, Dean." Sam whispered. The eruption from Dean's tortured cock was something to behold. It sprayed all over chest, stomach, and the bed sheets. The sight and his constant arousal though the whole scene made Sam wild with lust, he needed to take an orgasm from Dean. Now. Sam resumed cleaning Dean with his mouth this time cleaning up the come as well as leftover pie. He stood and removed the rest of his clothes. He reached up to the gag and unclasped it. He straddled Dean, leaned forwards and kissed him forcefully making Dean taste himself, as well as the pie, and coffee. Before Dean could thank his master the gag was firmly back in place and the pillows pulled away from Dean's head, one was shoved under his hips. The lube was grabbed from the drawer and Dean's ankles were released from the rope. Sam quickly lubed up and stretched out Dean, deliberately avoiding his prostate, the process was getting easier and quicker every time. Dean's ankles were hitched up over Sam's shoulders. Sam slipped into Dean without any further preamble and immediately was thrusting, hard. He glanced up briefly to see Dean, his eyes glassed over as the fucked out bliss and the new arousal warring behind the lust blown yet peaceful eyes. He saw Dean was already getting hard again, that spurred him on, thrusting harder and faster. Dean eventually joined the party enough to squeeze his muscles in time with Sam, throwing him over the edge. As soon as Sam felt his balls draw up and fill Dean with come, Dean let out a cry behind the gag as we covered himself with come, again. "oh fuck Dean. You were incredible. So perfect." He took the gag off and kissed Dean lovingly.

"Master that.. you were... I... Thank you." Was all Dean could muster. He was shaking, Sam could tell he needed looking after.

"Easy, I got you," Sam released Dean's arms from the rope and snuggled into to him so the brothers were facing each other, naked. Sam drew the sheets over them and held Dean close, whispering constant praises and loving words. Dean whimpered gently in his arms. He wondered if he had gone too far taken Dean without expressed permission. He waited until Dean had stopped shaking. "Are you ok Dean?"

"Sorry Sam- Master I... It was just so perfect. You let me come twice! And the pie... and... Fuck Sir it was just perfect. I feel like you took me apart and put me back together again. Thank you."

"Oh Dean. You're welcome. I was worried that I took too much from you."

"No. Never. You take what you need. I need to make you happy."

"Shhh ok Dean. Rest now." Sam crooned. Dean was asleep in an instant.