"There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness." Kingman Brewster, Jr.
For the life of him, Dean wouldn't be able to describe how the woman he had chosen for stage 3 looked; whether she was a brunette or a redhead (his only care had been to reject any blondes), if her tits were big or small, if her legs were long or short.
All he could see in her face was Sam. How betrayed and desperate and hurt he'd feel, watching Dean fucking her.
Despite his impatience, to get this whole thing over and done with, Dean had waited two days to pick up a random skank and complete Sam's punishment. Mostly because, after stage 2, Sam had looked like he needed some space; some time to take in all that had happened the past few days.
Dean hadn't been picky; he got into the first bar he could find and thirty-five minutes later he left with the slutiest of the girls that had hit on him. One Mandy -or Candy or whatever- who had giggled and batted her eyelashes all the way back to Dean's motel room.
Dean scampered out of the car, the woman following somewhere behind him, eager to see Sam's face when he'd realize what exactly stage 3 was.
When he opened the door to his room, Sam's doe eyes greeted him from behind his laptop's screen, so wide and pretty Dean almost closed the door to the woman's face. But he had gotten this far, and he couldn't back out now.
"Assume the position, Sam," Dean walked towards him, as Sam frowned suspiciously.
When Candy -Dean decided- entered the room, Sam's eyes almost spilled out of their sockets.
"No..." he breathed, his clever mind quickly understanding when Dean was going to do, "Not this..." Sam shook his head unable to believe Dean would do that to him.
"Uh, hi," the woman half-smiled at the younger man, obviously confused, as she extended a hand, which Dean lightly batted away.
"Don't touch him," he reprimanded; the "or else I'll break your arm off" being left unsaid. "Sam's here just to watch," he explained, as if a teacher would've done with a child.
"What? Hey-" she protested only to be shushed at once.
"If you have a problem with that, feel free to leave," Dean said impatiently, "I'll find someone else to..." he trailed off when the woman's lust-filled gaze roamed up and down his body before she nodded her consent.
"Good. Go sit on the bed," he dismissed her, quickly turning to focus on a disturbingly silent Sam.
"What if I deny to sit here and watch while you cheat on me?" Sam forced through greeted teeth.
Dean felt his determination flutter for a moment. Sam had said they were together. "Not yet," the same voice, that was his but-not-really, whispered inside his head. "You need to show him."
"There's no other option, Sam," he whispered for only his brother to hear, failing to keep the regret that laced his voice, "It's my way or the highway."
"Dean," Sam almost sobbed out, as his knees gave out and he collapsed on the same chair Dean had tied him to, two days ago. Dean took it as a cue to get the rope.
"I know, Sam. I know," he soothed sincerely, as he secured the rough material around his brother.
"Dean, please," Sam stared up at him, eyes already wet, and Dean caved a bit, lowering his head against Sam's, closing his eyes tightly. He wished he hadn't started this. He wished he could somehow take everything back. Alas, he couldn't.
"I can't stop. Not yet," he murmured apologetically, caressing Sam's hair briefly, before he produced a black piece of cloth out of his pocket; a badly shredded piece of his favorite 'Metallica' T-shirt. He wrapped it around Sam's mouth, effectively gagging him.
Extremely reluctant, Dean backed away from his brother and inched towards the woman, who had been watching their interaction curiously the whole time.
She jumped eagerly on her feet, pleased to have his attention again. She had no idea that whether on not she was in the room it didn't mattered to him.
This was all for Sam.
Dean took a deep breath, not even bothering to hide that he was bracing himself, as her hand caressed it's way up his arm.
She moaned out his name seductively, dragging him closer to her for a kiss. Dean kissed her savagely, not really wanting to do it, but knowing he had to. Candy, oblivious to this, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, wanting him, breathing him in. Her hands slid down his body and into his jeans. She grabbed his flaccid, indifferent member and began to stroke it, coaxing it to erection.
Dean mechanically massaged her breasts, rolling them in his palms, goosebumps popping up beneath his touch. He was itching to turn his back at her; lock eyes with his Sammy and just never look away again.
Candy smiled up at him, a gesture that wasn't returned, pulling away from him, as his dick started to grow harder in her hand. She slipped him another seductive smile and licked her lips. She slowly stroked his hardening cock, expertly teasing it, gently touching the tip. Dean allowed her to guided him to sit onto the bed, eager to be face to face with his little brother.
Dean paid no mind when she started to undress the both of them. Except from raising his arms and hips, he made no other move to help her.
Once they were both naked, Candy started pulling at his cock faster, tugging the shaft and massaging it with his pre-cum. She kneeled in front of him and took his dick in her mouth, engulfing his entire member inside her warm orifice. She eagerly began to suck him off, licking the tip and shaft with a gentle tongue.
Dean glanced at his brother and groaned softly noticing Sam's discomfort. Sam seemed determined to keep his eyes closed through the whole ordeal, but Dean knew that he had no way of blocking the woman's obnoxious slurping noises from reaching his ears.
Dean reached for Candy's head and forced her to take him in deeper. She fondled his balls, enjoying Dean's shaking and bucking beneath her touch, ignoring that his need wasn't for her at all.
After a while, Candy eased him out of her mouth, licking her lips, wiping away what pre-cum had leaked from his cock. She reached out and took a condom from the nightstand, teared it open and rolled it securely onto Dean's raging hard-on. Next, she straddled him, lowering herself slowly onto his stiff dick. She threw her head back and moaned, her hair cascading down her back. She began to bounce on him, filling her cunt with his dick with each thrust. Dean grabbed her ass, pounding into her as fast as he could.
Frustrated with their position very soon, as Dean was now unable to see Sam, he threw her off of him and scrambled onto the bed.
She grunted in protest, but Dean paid no attention to her. He sat up, coaching her to take place in front of him on her hands and knees. Dean was now behind her, between her legs and having the perfect view; Sam's beautiful face. Up until that moment, Dean hadn't known it was possible for someone to cry while their eyes were pressed so tightly shut.
Dean forced himself inside Candy again, grabbing her long hair with one hand and her neck with the other. He snapped his hips forwand, her glistening pussy greeting him. Dean's punishing shoves lasted for a couple of minutes, before an idea formed in his mind and he eased his cock out of her again.
Candy whimpered in agony for yet another interruption and shifted to look at him over her shoulder. With fear in her eyes, she realized what he was about to do.
Dean stroked his clothed cock softly, letting her juices coat his fingers. Then he slowly inserted one of them into Candy's ass. Despite her initial protest, the woman's mouth formed an 'o' as she moaned to the intruision. Once her inner muscles had somewhat relaxed, Dean inserted another finger and started to scissor her.
Four fingers later, Dean positioned himself agaisnt her and roughly slid his cock into her gaping hole. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, as he pumped into her, shallowly at first. A loud grunt escaped her lips and Dean panted as he started to thrust his thick cock into her with more vigor. He growled as he shoved his dick deeper and deeper into her tight ass, grabbing onto Candy's hips and pounding her. She cried out, biting her lower lip, her entire body shaking from both pain and pleasure.
Content with his rhythm, Dean raised his head to focus his gaze on Sam. Sam had obviously make the mistake to open his eyes when the woman had screamed. He was now shifting left and right onto the chair, half seeming as if he wanted to look away, half seeming as if he wanted to take the woman's place. Wanting to entice his brother more, Dean drove himself even deeper, causing Candy to call out...
"Oh yeah, oh please! Fuck me harder!" she moaned loudly, shoving her body against Dean, sweat glistening onto her skin from the effort.
Dean grunted as he went harder and faster.
"Oh god, yes, YES!" she shouted at him. "Fuck me, fuck my ass! Do me harder!" A few moments went by and she began to lose it. Dean grunted as he rode her, slapping her ass. Candy grunted in tune with him, meeting his thrusts with her own.
"Fuck me. Fuck me! Oh god..." she panted heavily, her breasts heaving with each breath. Dean's shoves became eratic as she tried to somehow pull him closer with her legs, squeezing his sides tightly. She arched her back and climaxed, just as Dean spilled into the condom, biting on his lower lip, to avoid crying out Sam's name.
While he hadn't helped her out of her dress, Dean insistently tried to get her back into it as fast as possible. No more than six minutes later and he had thrusted her purse into her hands and all but shoved her out of the room.
Quietly, Dean pulled his boxers and some sweatpants on and hesitantly walked to his brother's side. Sam had his eyes closed again, face fallen forward onto his chest, shoulders shaking, but no sound was coming out of him, so Dean couldn't tell if he was crying or not.
"Are you okay?" Dean murmured, tenderly removing gag and bondage.
"Don't touch me," Sam hissed, when Dean attempted to rub comforting circles against his back. "Don't-" Sam raised his head, took one look at him and... "God, I'm gonna throw up," he muttered disgusted, running straight into the bathroom and making true to his words.
Dean found him mere seconds later, leaning against the white toilet basin, coughing violently and heaving for breath. "You motherfucking asshole!" Sam snarled at him, the minute his peripheral vision perceived Dean's presence. "How could you do that to me?" he demanded, avoiding Dean's worried gaze; broken, wracking sobs escaped Sam's lips, causing his body to tremble.
"The same way you could do it to me, Sam," Dean replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam yelled, voice sounding hoarse, as his throat must've been sore, "I never did anything like that to you! I'd never-"
Dean cut him off, knowing his brother was going to lie if he was to continue that sentence. "The first two years you were gone, I was at Palo Alto every other week, Sam," Dean confessed. "I was there the day you met Jessica," Dean revealed, eyes darkening in the reminder of Sam's betrayal.