Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or its characters

I'm back. I'm so sorry for the late update, unfortunately, life gets in the way of the important things…plus I might've had a bit of writer's block. Hopefully, I can update again soon now that I have a month and a half break from university.

Thanks for your patience

All mistakes are my own

Warning: The same trigger warning from the beginning, some watersport and now we can add foot torture to this list

Enjoy

Sam woke up with an ache on his shoulders, wrist, knees, and ankles. He opened his eyes and saw the sky was upside down. He frowned, that wasn't right. Sam looked around and saw that his hands and feet were tied to a very sturdy branch. He was tied like a fucking pig being taken to a luau. Sam felt a sudden sharp pain on his nose.

"Ahh, ugh," Sam tasted blood and his nose was throbbing.

"You fucking bitch, I'm going to make you regret ever being born."

"For your information, asshat, I already regret being born," Sam probably should've kept his mouth shut because next thing he knew a hand was grabbing his balls and pulling them away from him. Pain exploded all over his body. He tried to breathe through the pain and nausea that was assaulting his body.

Vaguely, he noticed that it was Billy, the one whose nuts he had kicked, who was torturing him at the moment with glee on his face.

Sam bit his lips and he tasted fresh blood. He refused to give in to the pain.

After an eternity later, Billy let go. Sam's stomach was still rolling and he had to truly concentrate to not let go of the meager contents in his stomach. He didn't feel like licking vomit twice in one day.

"Little bitch," Sam's hair was pulled. He didn't make any noise and glared up at Billy.

"How're your balls?"

Billy's face twisted into a mask of fury. He started punching Sam's face and didn't stop. He had to be pulled away from Sam. Sam couldn't keep his head up and he watched with disinterest as blood pooled underneath him onto the ground. He should've been alarmed at that but he was too disoriented and out of it to care.

He vaguely heard angry voices around him but he couldn't concentrate on the words because of the ringing in his ear. In the back of his mind, he thought to himself, maybe pissing off you're kidnappers while tied to a tree like a fucking deer about being bled dried wasn't the best idea.

Sam wished his hands were free so he could at least assess the damage done to his face. He wondered if his nose was broken what with the way it was throbbing. It felt broken. Tears were now being added to the blood.

I want Dean.

He didn't care if he sounded like a child, he missed his older brother. Dean always made things better.

He felt a sharp pain on his head and found himself staring at Billy's ugly face, "Dean isn't here you freak. He's gone forever and probably happy to be rid of your ass, wherever he is."

"Argh-uh," was Sam's brilliant response. Sam hadn't known he had spoken out loud. Billy let go and Sam let his head hang. He was too tired to keep it up. If he had been looking at his captors he would've noticed the thin switch each had in their hands. He hadn't been, though, so it was surprising when he felt the first stripe of pain blossoming on his right foot.

"Ahh," Sam couldn't keep in the sound of pain. Once the pain started more got added on top of it and Sam couldn't stop the sounds coming out of his mouth. Soon four different men were hitting Sam's feet, legs, and genitals with a switch. Sam could do nothing but squirm around like a worm and cry out in pain.

He didn't beg them to stop. He at least tried to keep a bit of dignity left. He wondered how much longer he could.

The sun was almost overhead when the hitting stopped. Sam tried to catch his breath. He blinked away tears. They were blurring everything around him and he wanted to be able to see what they were going to do next.

Suddenly, there was a cruel voice by his ears, "Maybe this will stop any thoughts of you running away from us, bitch."

Sam felt a knife on the sole of his foot. There was no pressure behind it but he knew what was going to happen next. It still hadn't prepared him.

The first cuts were done on his toes. Then needles were pushed into the rest of his foot. His other one received the same treatment. After having had his feet bastinado the whole morning the cuts and puncture wounds felt so much worse.

After they got bored of him all four of his kidnappers left him hanging from the tree with the needles still stuck in Sam's feet. Sam moaned as they walked away and Harold turned around. He patted Sam's cheek and said, "You brought this on yourself, pretty boy, you shouldn't have run. You definitely shouldn't have kicked Billy."

Harold looked down at him with disappointment in his eyes, almost as if he was chastising an unruly child, "If you had been good you wouldn't look like a red and white zebra right now."

Sam closed his eyes. He wanted to tear all of these men apart. He wanted Dean.

"If you act good, I'll bring you a bit of water for later."

Sam unconsciously licked his dried lips. He was thirsty and hungry, he was in pain.

"Fuck you," he whispered before turning his face away from Harold. He was the worse. Sam knew what Harold was trying to do. He was trying to be the nice one in a room full of evil ones. He was trying to get Sam to feel something positive towards him so that Sam would do everything he said. As if he also didn't spend the morning causing Sam pain. Harold was just as sick, twisted, and evil as Billy, Fred, and Joe. He was trying to get Sam to doubt himself and put all his trust into Harold.

Sam was afraid it would work. After all, he was weak.

"Fuck you," he whispered again, "you're worse then they are. They're at least upfront with their depravity. You're trying to screw with me psychologically, too."

Harold got Sam's chin and made Sam look at him. He was smiling but his eyes were cold.

"Maybe, pretty boy, but face it, I'm the only one here who even cares a little that you don't die or become completely broken. I actually want you to stay alive, so you have better start treating me better."

Sam's eyes misted over with tears, "Why?"

"Because unlike the other things we've played with over the years I didn't give a shit if they lived or died. You, though, I want you for myself. Every other toy we've hunted down and killed but you, I won't let that happen. Once the boys get bored with you, I'll convince them to let you go. Then, when I'm good and ready, I'll find you again and keep you for myself."

"If you guys really let me go, there's no way in hell I'll let myself be captured again."

Harold crouched down to make eye contact with Sam. Sam would've pulled away but Harold kept hold of his chin.

"Trust me, once we're done with you, you'll have nothing left. All the pain and suffering won't let you live normally. You'll be alone because let's face it, the chance of big brother returning, those are basically zero. Once the loneliness becomes too much, you'll basically be begging me to take you with me. And I'll be there, pretty boy. I'll take you with me and you'll welcome me home and beg for my cock deep in your ass."

Harold got up and unzipped his pants. He took his hard cock out and put it in front of Sam, "Now, why don't you make it good and I'll bring you water right now."

Sam licked his lips again. He really was thirsty and the sun was now high up. The heat was beating on Sam's naked body making him sweat. He opened his mouth and let Harold feed his length into Sam's throat. He choked a bit but thankfully he just had to take it.

A few minutes later he felt Harold tense and tasted the bitter fluid slowly slugging down his throat. Sam's face was kept close to Harold's body. He could smell his rapist's musky scent and feel the sparse hair on his balls tickling Sam's nose.

Sam's eyes widened when he tasted the bitter and acidic liquid suddenly pouring out of Harold's dick. Sam struggled, he hated this. He hated the fact that he could be used however he wanted to be by those four monsters.

Tears of frustration and anger left his eyes. He was being used as a fucking toilet.

He hated the men that were using him as a toy for their pleasure and entertainment.

"That's for cursing at me, pretty boy," Harold zipped himself up, "I'll bring you water in a few hours."

Sam yelled out in frustration and anger. He yelled and screamed and cursed for a few minutes before he gave up and let himself go limp.

Sam was left hanging there like an animal for the rest of the day. It wasn't until a few hours after the sun had set that they had finally let him down.

Harold put a cup filled with water up Sam's lips and he drunk from it greedily. When he was done he heard Harold's laugh and he couldn't help but feel like he had lost.

Billy put a rope around Sam's neck, tied his hands behind his back and made him get up. He looked down at his lower body and saw angry purple and red welts on his skin. Some had even broken and had bled. They made him walk on his hurt feet all the way back to the house. Billy seemed to purposely lead Sam on the rockiest way back.

Anytime Sam stopped, struggled, or tried to slow down he was hit with a shock from a prod on his ass or legs. After he was led back to the basement he felt himself give up. He was back to where he started and he didn't think he would have a chance to try to escape again.

He laid there limp as they fucked him over and over again. That day he cried more tears than he had before.

I just wanted to find Dean, was his last coherent thought.

Sorry for taking so long and for the shortness of this chapter. I know you guys have waited for a long time.