Dean let out a whorish moan as he was slammed into the hood of his Impala. Sam wasn't gentle with him at all, and he had a feeling that was the point. Sharp nails dug their way into his wrists as they were hoisted above his head. Sam yanked on his jeans, pulling them down without unzipping them, causing the metal to scrape against bare skin.
Ugh, today was not a good day to go commando
Sam forced his half-naked body against the cooled metal of the hood and tangled his fingers in Dean's short hair. All the anger and jealously that Dean felt earlier fizzed down and morphed into a pure need to be taken by his brother. To be claimed. Dean needed to be shown that Sam was his just as much as he was Sam's.
Sam opened up his own fly and yanked Dean's hips close. "It's in your best interest to get me nice and wet Dean," he growled, hot and harsh in Dean's ear. I didn't get a chance to purchase any lube."
Sam pulled his older brother to the ground by his hair, forcing his half hard cock into Dean's willing mouth with a grin. "Let's try this again. Bitch."
Dean gagged instantly, not used to having something so long in his throat. His mind was screaming at him, the dominant part of his body fighting tooth and nail to keep from submitting. But there was another part of Dean, a part that so desperately wanted to please Sammy. That part was slowly winning the mental tug of war match, and soon the submissive side hailed victor. Dean's throat relaxed completely and he swallowed hard, taking in majority of his brothers cock. Sam had thrust sharply again, growling when Dean took it down so easily.
Dean's jaw ached from the strain, but he fought through it, trying to coat as much of Sam's cock with salvia as possible. Even with adequate lubrication Sam's cock stung a bit, and he was equal parts terrified and excited to find out what Sam felt like fucking him dry.
"See?" Sam groaned happily, "This is your place bitch. On your knees for your little brother. Sucking down my cock like you were born for it. Your hot mouth is so good Dean, but I would rather spill inside you. Enough." Sam tapped the underside of Dean's jaw gently, lifting him off the ground pushing him back against the Impala.
"Seeing as I couldn't get handcuffs either, this will have to do." Sam huffed, taking off his belt and tightening it around Dean's wrists. They were resting nicely against his clothed back and Sam deemed it enough for now. Sam spread Dean's cheeks widely, before starting the needed preparation. He took a small amount of pity on his brother and sucked on his fingers before pushing them in past the first ring of muscle. When Dean made a small, desperate moan for more, Sam laughed in response.
"My bitch won't get bread until he begs for it. Pleads for his master's cock."
Dean shuddered hard, pressing his face into the cool metal of the hood as Sam worked him open. When the fingers disappeared, Dean let out a whine.
Oh don't you dare stop now!
He missed the weight and stretch instantly. Not a second later, Sam shoved three fingers deep inside and Dean had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. Sam opened him quickly, stretching and thrusting fast to get Dean ready for what was to come. When Sam's torturous fingers found that spot that made Deans knees weak, he did scream. Dean bucked against the car reflexively and moaned out his brother's name in the empty alleyway.
"Sammy, please. Please Sammy fuck me."
"Mmm, no, not good enough pet." Sam growled and dug his fingers into Dean's healing mark, making it bleed. He twisted his fingers to check his work while wrapping his free hand around Dean's length like a vice. "Bitches come on their master's cock, not fingers." Sam growled. "Besides, you haven't earned it yet. Show me how much you want me Dean. "
Dean was nearly sobbing in a mixture of agony and lust. His body was flooded with adrenaline and he couldn't help but fuck back on the dry fingers. He needed so much more.
"Please, Sam! I-I'll do anything you want. Please, I'm sorry I was bad in the store. Ah! Fuck! P-Please, I'm yours. God, Master, please fuck me!"
"There's a good pet." Sam crooned and removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock in one swift movement. He moved painfully slow until he was completely sheathed inside his pet.
Dean let out a pleasured shudder when Sam finally slid in. The burn was excruciating, but Dean needed it more than he needed air.
When Dean was too quiet for Sam's liking, he pulled Dean's cock back as punishment. He knew how much this hurt, but he also knew Dean was a slut for pain.
A scream echoed through the alleyway and Dean wanted to slam his fist hard against the hood. The motion made the veins in his cock throb harder, and set every nerve ending on fire. He clawed at the leather binding his hands, needing to reclaim his grip on reality. But in that moment, Sam shifted his hips and angled his thrusts directly on Dean's prostate. Dean was so close, he could feel the tightly wound cord at the base of his spine about to snap.
"Sam! Please please! Can I come? Please, I want to come on your dick."
"Don't you dare." Sam yanked out, withdrawing all pleasure from his brother. "Don't you fucking come bitch, I'm not finished with you yet."
Sam undid the thin collar around his neck and fastened it tightly around Dean's length, creating a makeshift cock ring. Now certain Dean couldn't come, he rutted back in hard and came with a gasp, filling his brother deep with come.
"This is your first punishment Dean." He panted, running a hand through his brothers slick hair. "No orgasm for 24 hours. I'm going to wait until your cock goes down and put a cage on it."
"24 hours!?" Dean practically shrieked, all pleasure draining from his body. "What the fuck are you talking about Sam? You better let me come!"
"I will give you your orgasm tomorrow, I swear. But for now you can writhe."
"Fuck you Sam!" Dean growled angrily. How the hell was he supposed to last an entire day without release!
Sam's face twisted into a mask of anger. How dare his pet talk back to him? He bit into Dean's his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, causing the older man to practically crumple to the ground. Dean hissed and slumped against the car, his tongue sufficiently silent.
Sam used the action to his advantage, licking up the blood before helping Dean out of the restraints. He tucked himself away before helping Dean pull his jeans up. Dean was still weak and was having trouble standing, so Sam picked him up bridal style and lay him down in the back seat.
Sam's previous feelings of anger and lust had been replaced with a tremendous amount of guilt that threatened to suffocate him. He was careful how he placed himself above Dean, kissing his forehead and cheeks gently before touching their lips together. He nearly wanted to cry.
"Dean I'm- I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am. Derek- brings out the worst of me." Sam said as he began to soothe Dean. When Dean barely responded, he got worried. "Are you hurt? I didn't mean to be so rough." Sam's resolve faded quickly and a wave of shame washed over him. He could barely look at Dean now.
Dean's eyes opened a moment later, and a devilish grin crossing his lips. "If that's the end result, hell, I'll invite him over for dinner."
Sam's smile returned and he let out a relieved chuckle. He was so terrified he ruined what could be a beautiful relationship. Dean gave him another gentle smile and Sam pulled him close in a tight hug, kissing Dean's neck gently.
"Thank you." Sam whispered, still feeling guilty about what happened, "I'm sorry for doing that in public without asking first. And I'm sorry for not respecting us and shrugging Derek off."
Dean hugged Sam back, pulling away only so he could look his bother in the eyes. "I sorta had it coming, so no hard feelings. As for Derek…I guess that's something we'll have to work on. He's not your master anymore. You don't need to submit to him. As long as I'm around he can't hurt you Sammy."
"I know, I just- old habits die hard I guess."
Sam parked the car in front of the motel and opened the car door for Dean. He carried the bags inside and asked ean if he would mind calling Ash to see if she was alright. Sam and Dean needed to have a serious talk about what just happened, and he knew the alleyway wasn't the place.
"She said she's alright, a little shocked, but ok. Oh, she is also going to deliver whatever else we left in the store after her shift, I gave her the room number."
"Thank you Dean." Sam gave Dean a soft smile and patted the bed, motioning for Dean to come over.
Sam took Dean's hand in his and inhaled deeply before starting his apology. "First, let me apologize. I was way out of line and I should never have done that to you. I know you said you enjoyed it, but that was against every rule I swore to follow when I was introduced to the BDSM lifestyle." When Dean gave him an encouraging nod, he continued.
"If you really want to do this, if you really would like me to be your master, there are some things we should discuss first. Firstly, if you do want this, would you like the Master/Slave roles to be limited to "scenes" or continuously worked in to our everyday lives? If you'd prefer only scenes, we need to sit down and plan each one out. There is safety in planning, and this way we can be more comfortable pushing our boundaries. As for everyday…" Sam pointed to the different collars. "It would be my job as a master to take care of you. Not control you, like you might think. I will tend to your body, mind, and heart, to make sure you are happy, healthy, and enjoying your time with me. This could involve things like bathing you myself, cooking for you, picking out what you will wear each day. Or things like giving you emotional connection by holding you close, or satisfying your physical needs with my body or toys, whenever you ask. I would be your master to guard you from the horrors and chaos of the world. I will never make you do anything you don't want to, nor will I do anything in public if you want to keep this private. As my submissive, your job is to keep yourself in peak physical condition, and listen to my requests. We can decide what level I will guide you. If you are comfortable with it, I would have you care for my physical needs whenever the occasion arises. I may ask you to wear certain clothing, or please me in various ways. But I need you to understand this. Even if I request something, you do not ever have to do it if you are hurt, not emotionally ready, or just plain don't want to. If that is the case, use our safe words. Green means you are alright to continue, Yellow if you have any hesitations, and Red for me to stop completely. I swear I will never punish you for using a safe word Dean. Do not hesitate to use them, understood? I want you to use them. Are you following me so far?"
Dean looked a little overwhelmed, but nodded, squeezing his brother's hand.
"As for uh, punishments, if you try at a task, and I know you really are trying, and you fail, I won't punish you. Ever. What I will punish you for is things you can control yourself. Not asking permission for things, like coming, leaving my sight, or removing clothing before being asked. If you say you don't wish to do a task and don't safeword, I will assume you are being difficult and I will punish you.
Things like your swearing, bad manners, and your knack for putting yourself in danger will also be punished. As for the punishments themselves, we will both agree on the kind, duration, and severity. A "low" lever punishment might be kneeling for an extended time, one day of no orgasm, or losing clothing privlages for some time. A "medium " level punishment might involve being forced to wear a plug for hours, not coming for a week, being naked 24/7, or being spanked. A "high" level punishment could be no orgasm for a month, wearing a Chasity device, not being able to speak unless spoken to or whippings. Even in punishments you can use safe words. I will never intentionally harm you Dean, you have my word."
Sam laughed awkwardly when he finished. He was usually fairly composed, but Dean's stare was intimmadating.
"Dean? S-say something, please?"
Dean listened carefully to everything Sam said. It made a lot of sense and honestly sounded like he and Sam could really benefit from, not only in an emotionally but while hunting too. Dean nodded in understanding of the safe words and the punishment, his roles and Sam's. Dean thought over everything and finally came to a conclusion.
"I want to be your submissive, in and out of the bedroom. I just want to make you happy Sammy, always have. And to be honest, it's really nice to have someone say they want to look out for me for a change. It sucks being forced into a dominant lifestyle all the time. I'm worn so thin already, it's only a matter of time before my body gives out. I do have a question though.."
Sam's smile returned and he egged Dean on. "Yeah, yeah of course, anything."
"Can uh, can I call you Master? Instead of Sir? Sir reminds me of dad…"
"Yeah, yeah of course Dean." Sam pulled Dean in close for a kiss, holding him tight against his body.