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Previously :

John watched entranced, it was the most beautiful thing to watch. It wasn't sexual yet it was erotic. He just came home and got notice the boy was on the pool, swamp together. By the camera he put on the pool, he could see what happened in there.

The first cracks in Dean's armour of defensiveness, the moment perhaps his world would turn, but he suddenly felt wrong watching Dean's opening up was too intimate to be shared, he had seen the beginnings, it was enough to know that things were at right his plan.

He sighed relieved.

He sighed relieved. Resolutely he switched the screen off, and walked to the pool.

And missed the moment when Sam's lightest and most delicate kiss landed on Dean's unresisting mouth, so light and fleeting it was almost like a fairy touch, blown away by the wind, yet they both felt the power, and their lives would never be the same.

TBC

Chapter 9

"Hey boys...?" John greeted them warmly.

They jumped and jerked off.

"Master!" Sam looked up with fear. They had been caught up kissing. He didn't know, has he allowed to kiss Dean. Would Master mad? But Dean was bought for him right?

"You'd home, Master...?"

"Yes, boy, and what a sight you two gave me..."

Both Sam and Dean paled. They're facing trouble.

Dean drop his head in fear. Master mad, he will punish him.

Sam faced up right away. "Forgive me, Master. It's my fault... I kissed him first."

"Yes, Sam, I saw it." John smiled.

Sam bit his lips. His heart was beating so fast. What would Master do? Would he punish them?

John sighed with smile. "Well, good for you." There's no angry voice in there.

Sam bit his, "You not mad?"

John just smiled, and turned to Dean. "So, how's your shopping, Dean...?"

Dean's head jerked up. He gulped. "Yes, Master, thank you for buying me clothes and stuff. You are so kind..."

John smiled, "You need them, Dean."

"Ok, off the pool, boys, show me what you bought, Dean."

A little smiled lit up, and nodded. Dean got off the pool. Master covered him with a nice towel, dried him.

Sam smiled as well too, he was relieved, Master didn't punish them. He followed behind Dean, got off the pool.

"Oh, Slave..., you stay here. Lay you back on the tile." John pointed the hot tile right under the sun.

Sam paled, and submissively did to order.

He hissed, and felt the hot tile touch his butt then his full back. The sunburn covered his upper naked body. He had to close his eyes to avoid the sunlight.

"Stretched your hands up, and spread your legs wide."

Sam stretched his hands above his head and rested them on the hot tile.

"Let the sun dry your body, boy. Don't ever move. And keep your eyes closed."

"Yes, Master." Sam shut his eyes, and started to feel hot sun burned his full body. It was noon in summer, and the sun as hot as hell. But he knew better for not moving.

Dean paled as watching Sam did the order. It must be tortured, burnt by sun. Was Master punishing Sam? What about him? Will he be punished too?

He jumped as Master's hand held his waist, "Come on, Dean..., let Sam having his sun-tan."

Dean gulped and didn't say word as he was lead back inside.

Master led him back to his room. He was so nervous and frighted. What would Master do to him.

"Alright, Dean, show me your new stuff..." John exclaimed happily, to light up the mood. "I want to see what you bought for you."

Dean hesitated, but slowly opened the bags and showed his Master.

John smiled as watching a little smile lit up in Dean's lips when he showed his new stuff. The boy looked happy.

"You love them, Dean?"

"Yes, Master, I love them, thank you very much."

"You are welcome, Dean."

Dean bit his lips. He remembered Sam who was laid on the hot tile. He wanted to ask, but so scared.

John sensed the boy's fear, and caught Dean's eyes went outside where he left Sam under the sunburn.

"Don't worry about Sam, Dean..., I had to do that, he needed to be punished."

"Because he kissed me?"

John smiled. "No, Dean, I'm glad watching you two cuddled up. You seemed relax with him. I'm so relieved, because I bought you for him.

"But there's something about submissively. As a slave, you do what Master told you. And he accepted it."

Dean bit his lips. "I'm a slave."

"Yes, but like I said, we will take that slowly. I know you scared, but this is your fate now. You are my slave, and you will do what I told you. You will learn that and embrace them."

"What if I can't?"

"You will. First of all, open your heart and accepted what you are. Then you will put your life on your Master's hand, trust your life on him and fully submissive. When you are full accepted them, you will embrace them and you won't feel any fear anymore."

Dean was still biting his lips.

John sighed. "Alright. I'll leave you now, take some rest."

Dean's heart leap up and gladness. He nodded, "Thank you, Master." He hope up the bed and tried to sleep.

John nodded and leave the boy alone.

**SPN***SPN**

Sam stayed remain in his position. It really tortured him. The sun had merciless burning his body and covered with hot sweats. He didn't know how long he would be in this position, but he believed, his upper body would turned to brown, hotbrownskin when it finished.

He sighed desperately. Was this because he kissed Dean? Maybe it was. But hey, at least, Dean has little breaking now. Sam smiled remember the kiss. Dean's lips was so sweet. He liked him, he loved him. But then he remembered Master was with Dean now. Master was having time with the new slave. Jealousy rose up. Master shouldn't be with other slave but him. Sam did not share Master..., Noo, he couldn't share his Master.

Tears fell down.

John looked the immobile figure on the open tile right under the merciless hot sunrise. Even he wasn't secure, Sam didn't change the position. He was still in the exact position when John left him. Those eyes were still closed.

He approached his slave, and observed him. Sam's face was hot red, and those body skins started to burnt, and he knew that would feel a bit stings. John looked at him closely. Wait, is that tears? Why would he cry?

"What this tears for, boy?" John asked, as he touched that single tears in Sam's eye-side.

Sam jumped with the voice and the touched. He opened his eyes and saw his beloved Master. He didn't even realize, Master was coming.

He gulped, "Nothing, Master."

John waited. "What's bothering you? Was it the punishment?"

"No, Master."

"Then tell me..., or I will let you stay here till sundown."

Sam chocked. "Forgive me, Master..., I hate to think you were with him while I laid burning here. I hate to think... you cuddled him. Forgive me, Master..."

John had to smile with the boy's honest. "You mean with Dean? So you don't like, I'm with him and cuddled him?"

Sam didn't answer. But the eyes told the truth.

"Why you don't like it, slave?"

Sam went silent. "Coz you are my Master, and I don't share you..."

John had to laugh. That's issue. Sam still couldn't get over it. "Tough, Boy, you have to share me... I'm your Master, and you are my slave..., you don't own me, I own you, remember?"

Sam bit his lips, and pouted.

John had to smile. His slave was so cute. He kissed that little nose and his lips. "I always love you, Sam."

Sam blushed in happiness. The jealousy faded right away. "I love you too, Master..."

"I know." John smiled. "So how you are doing here?"

"Hot and burnt, Master."

"Yes, I can see that, Boy. Just hang on, I'll shower you to cool your body. Stay on your position."

Sam just nodded. "Yes, Master."

Then he felt a cold water from the hose, sprayed to his body. He gasped with the the cold fresh water hit his stinging hot skin.

"Hold on..." John soothed him.

Next John dried the boy with big towel.

"Aargh!" Sam yelped. The towel brushed merciless his burnt skin even Master had try as soft as he can.

"Sorry about that, Sam."

Sam just smiled.

"Okay, I'm gonna put this cold ointment to soothed your skin, and I'm gonne give you shots to make your skin heal faster."

Sam nodded. But he couldn't help to gasp with the stinging pain as Master started to rub the oil over his burnt skin.

"Breath, Sam... breath."

Sam did as he was told began to relax. It felt good, Master's hands was full of love.

Last, John gave the boy the shot. It was skin collagen and vitamin E, to reduce the burnt skin and regenerated the new skin.

"It's gonna went to your arms, hips, legs, and your face," John informed, before aiming the fist spot

Sam closed his eyes tighed as he felt the sharp needle went through his hips then his leg, up to his face then to his arms.

"It's all done, boy." John drew the needle out Sam's forehead.

Sam let out his breath. "Thank you, Master."

"Okay, let's get you back inside." John scoop the boy on his arms and carried him.

Sam smiled happily. He loved his Master so much.

**SPN***SPN**

John watched Sam slept peacefully a baby on his bed like. His naked body was covered by silk sheet to avoid the stinging burnt pain. It really need days to heal, but Sam will live. Nothing to worry. He kissed Sam's forehead and rose up, time to see his new slave. He went right away to the annexe.

Joshua the guard was there, made sure the new slave were okay.

"Hey, Boss what's up?' Joshua greeted him casual.

"Nothing… just wanted to see Dean…

"Well he slept through supper…"

"So he's not eaten?'

"No…"

"Oke. Bring me Sam's food."

"Yes Sir."

He then walked to Dean's room.

Dean was still asleep curled up tightly into a little ball, knees drawn up into his chest, made him look adorable… and so innocent… For perhaps the first time John felt a twinge of guilt at what he was doing to the lad… taking that innocence away… It wasn't like this with Sam. Then he began to argue with himself…

OK it wasn't ideal… a life as a slave but he hadn't enslaved Dean…

Dean would have been a sex slave whether or not John had bought him and the boy had no longer a virgin. They had raped him. Poor boy. And John wants to change that. Maybe Dean would end up as sex slave here, but at least here Dean would be loved and hopefully experiment that sex would be beautiful, not filled with pain and fear… He hoped Dean would Dean would be happy here.

It was obvious Sam had attached to the boy- he loves his present, and John himself was beginning to care a lot too... But that was a completely different thing... John always care about willingness. It would force the boy. He wouldn't do anything against the boy's will before the enslavement, and that's what they need, Dean's willingness. He hope Sam could help Dean as well.

He smiled at the sleeping boy… he would melt the hardest hearts… Then he remembered the people who had abused Dean…

Dean was dreaming… of home… his little brother…clinging to him… Then his father was there…

`You're a disgrace to the family Dean… disgusting… liking other men… there is no place in the family for you!'

`No… please…'

`You're going to become a slave… a sex slave Dean… if you want other men to fuck you then I should get something out of this…"

"Dad… please… no… NO!"

He woke up in a cold sweat… breathing heavily…

"It's all right, Dean… you just had a bad dream…"

Dean jumped at the sound of the voice… it was his… Master! He began to shake, expecting punishment…
"Hey, Dean… calm down, Son… I'm not going to hurt you… I came to check you up, and talk to you a while…"

"Forgive me…"

"What for? Having a nightmare…? You can't help that… Want to talk about it?"

Dean shook his head… "No Master…"

"It might help…" John had heard the `please dad' and guessed the little blond was dreaming about his family – which in a way was worse than him having nightmares about Dalton and the compound…

"I can't… please don't make me…"

"OK… but if you ever want to talk… I'm here… just let Joshua know…"

`Thank you, Master…"

"Right, I hear you slept through supper… you must have had a tiring day?"

Dean blushed slightly… "Yes, Master… forgive, Master."

John smiled. "It's alright."

Dean went silent.

"So..., what'd you think about Sam? Do you like him?"

Dean looked up and bit his lips. After all Master bought him for sex slave, like Sam.

"He's nice, Master, and yes I like him."

"Good, I'm glad you two get along," John smiled. "One thing for you to know, that I want you to be happy here."

"Why, Master?"

"Because I want all my slaves are happy."

Slave. That's hurt. "I'm a slave, I'll do what you told me to do."

John had to smile. "Yes, you are my slave, but I hadn't enslave you, I need your acceptance first."

Dean bit his lips, he looked confuse.

"I won't force you, Dean, I won't against your will. I need a willing slave, true submasive, so if you are not in it, I won't take you."

"So what would you do to me?"

"Probably I'll send you back to the compound or I'll find a new Master for you. But I can't promise they would be nice."

Dean gulped. No..., he couldn't go back to the compound.

"I can't go back. They hurts me... "

John sighed, "Yes, Dean, I heard. And whatever happened in there, I promise it wouldn't happened here. You'll be loved here, Dean."

Dean bite his lips. He remember the scene on the pool, Master's cuddling Sam and Sam looked so comfort with Master, even he knew he's on punishment. Sam was so loved by Master. Dean didn't remember when the last time he was cuddled, and being loved like that.

"I wanted to be loved."

"Then you will get it, as my beloved slave."

Dean bit his lips. He still looked hesitated.

"I know Dean, there's so much to give in for being a slave. But I'll make sure you'll happy and safe."

Dean still hesitated.

"I've lost everything. I broke the rules, I'm a man slut, I'm worthless."

"No... no..., you are not worthless...," John stopped him. He sighed, "Okay, I'll give you one day to think about it. Whether you take your enslavement on me, or I should sent you away again, it's your choice. I'll accepted it."

Dean bit his lips. He looked to the warmest eyes he ever seen. His Master.

He slowly nodded.

"Yeah!? Okay..., I'm looking forward your decision by tomorrow night."

Dean nodded again.

"Okay, good. Now, how about you eat?"

Dean shrugged. "I'm not hungry."

"Well, Dean, first thing to be an happy slave is being an healthy slave, so that's mean you have to eat. A good slave will eat whatever Master gave to you."

Dean bit his lips.

"So you want to try?"

Dean went to think, and finally nodded.

"Good," John smiled gladly and looked up to Joshua. "Would you bring Sam's meal?"

"Yes, Sir."

An instant Joshua came back with a tray of can bowl with a spoon.

"Thank you," John took it and put it in front of Dean.

Dean's nose shrieked look at the bowl. What's that?"

John smiled, "Yes, Dean, it's a mush. It's Sam's food, and I want you to eat them."

Dean hesitated. Eat a mush. He's not sick. Mush were only for unhealthy people. Was Sam sick?

"Dean..., take this as your first step as my slave. What do you say?"

Dean was still hesitated with looking to the bowl. He then slowly took the bowl, and the spoon.

John held his breath, and watch Dean slowly took his first mush. He had to smile as Dean swallowed the mush. And the funny face was there. It was like 6 years ago, like Sam got his first mush.

"Yes, Dean, it's plain, no salt nor any seasoning. But don't worry, you'll live."

Dean bit his lips, and hesitated to take another spoon.

"Finish it, Dean," John said with a bit stern.

Dean gasped with the tone, and obediently, finish the mush.

John had to smile proud, as Dean swallowed the last mush to his throat, and put down the bowl.

"Good boy. It wasn't that bad, right? You will can take it."

Dean didn't replay.

"Alright, Dean. I''m gonna leave. You may rest, and I'll be waiting for your decision tomorrow night."

Dean nodded.

John nodded, and rose up. "Sleep tide, Son."

Dean didn't replay and watched his Master leave the room.

He took a deep breath, and burried his face on the pillow, start to cry again. He hated his life.

TBC

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