Part 3, Failure
by ctrlphreaque
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June 23, 1999
Sam smiled again when he saw that Dean was standing with his head down in the corner of his room waiting. At the sight of Dean's well toned back, the way it tapered to his waist then ending at the perfectly formed ass filling those jeans made Sam's dick twitch. He so wanted to rip them off and fuck him right there, but first things first, punishment. Walking up behind him, Sam placed his hand on Dean's back. Smiling at the flinch, Sam leaned down close to Dean's ear, at sixteen Sam was taller than his older brother by three inches, and spoke in a near whisper, "You have been a bad boy, Dean." He slid his hand down his older brother's back tracing the scars that crisscrossed his skin, watching for the shiver of fear that his touch elicited. When it came he halted his hand just above the waistband of the jeans. Pulling on the back belt loop to mimic the order, Sam commanded, "Dean, remove your jeans and kneel by the bed," as he moved back and took out his pocket knife.
Dean knew what was coming but hoped this time he was wrong. Turning to comply and shaking like a leaf he saw the knife, 'cutting, please no.' Kneeling, Dean was trapped staring at the blade, unconsciously fingering the scars on the inside of his left forearm from the last time. He flinched when Sam spoke again.
"Since you are such a failure, you are to permanently place that word on you. I think at the waistband," Sam's fingers glided down Dean's abs to the indicated spot, lingering just inside the waistband of Dean's boxer briefs. Sam handed his older brother the knife with no fear that Dean would harm him.
"Position it so that you can read the word every time you jerk off. And keep it straight and neat, I would hate to have to redo it," Sam was nearly giddy with anticipation. He watched as his older brother fold down the waistband to expose the flesh, regrip the knife, and start. Sam's impatience won out after Dean had cut in the letter F, he pinned him to the floor, straddled his waist, and did it himself while Dean screamed in pain. With a practiced hand he expertly finished the cuts deep enough to scar but not enough to have to need stitches.
Getting up Sam dropped the knife and said in an off handed manner, "Mom and Dad called earlier. They went to Aunt Rita's and will be staying the weekend, so you are in charge." Sam laughed at the irony of the last part of the statement, "So get cleaned up and get me supper."
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