Part 4, Kitchen
by ctrlphreaque
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June 23, 1999
The macaroni and cheese was left cooling on the stove along with the broccoli in butter sauce and baked beans. Supper was forgotten in order for Sam to feed a more carnal appetite.
Despite the fact that he just finished jerking off in his room before coming downstairs, Sam could not deny it, the urge to fuck Dean was strong. The thought still raced through his head and went straight to his dick when he saw Dean cooking his meal. Standing in the doorway, Sam watched as his older brother moved carefully around the room. 'I bet those cuts smart a bit,' he mused then stopped Dean when he approached the table with a plate, a glass, and silverware.
Unable to move Dean stood helpless watching his younger brother walk over to him. 'Shit, no... please, not tonight,' his mind raced but there could only be one reason Sam saw fit to still him with his mind.
Sam took the dishes from Dean's unresponsive hands, placed them on the counter behind him then removed Dean's shirt. He saw fear in those hazel eyes and smiled, this got him even more horny. He decided to toy with him a bit.
"Dean," Sam breathed into his brother's right ear nibbling the lob, "you have been a bad boy." Laughing softly at the whimper that escaped those full pouty lips, Sam feathered his hands over Dean's now naked torso, stroking his nipples. Feeling them respond he continued, "You might need to be punished again," he licked the quivering cheek tasting the salty skin, ghosted his lips on Dean's, then moved to the other ear, whispering, "You really have not done anything to deserve to be pleasured by me."
"P-pl-ll-ss dd-don-nn'," Dean whispered, immediately wishing he had not said anything. If Sam were to take that as defiance then it would be worse. Trembling slightly at the thought and at what Sam was about to make him do, Dean squeezed his eyes shut. Feeling Sam move, he opened them again, remembering Sam did not like it when Dean did not look at him; Sam did not want Dean to hide from him in any way.
Placing his hands on Dean's shoulders he pulled back to look him in the eyes, Sam teased, "Tsk, tsk, Dean, are you telling me what to do?" knowing full well his older brother spoke out of fear. He roamed his hands over Dean's chest then down to his abs and up his sides.
"N-nno-o, I-i dd-ddi'nn-na mm-m-mmee-eean-nn," Dean gasped, his eyes wide, "iit-t'ss-s... I-ii m-m-mmee-eean-n, s-ss-uu-p-p-p'r-r..." He was sweating, both fearful and nervous. 'please don't do this, please stop,' his eyes begged as he tried to ignore the touches.
"What was that Dean? I did not quite understand you," Sam tilted his head in mock confusion, smiling broadly at the struggle he seen in his brother's eyes. He unbuttoned Dean's jeans then slowly unzipped them.
"I-i'mm s-ss-so-or-rr-ry-y, S-ss-a-aam-mm," Dean enunciating the best he could while blinking hard, trying not to be distracted, "I-i m-m-ea-nn-tt t-tto s-ss-sa-ay ss-uu-p-p'r-r'ss rr-rea-d-ddy." He would have indicated the food on the stove but Sam had his arms stilled at his sides. Dean also wanted to shove his brother away, make him stop touching, make him leave him alone.
"Dean, you are so pathetic. Can you not get that sweet mouth of yours to work like right? But I guess your mouth was not made for words," Sam bought his hand to Dean's mouth and slid in two fingers making Dean suck them. When they were nice and wet he pulled them out, reached into Dean's jeans, wrapped them around his limp dick, and started to stroke. Sam leaned into kiss Dean on his unwilling mouth. He felt resistance at first before his big brother opened his mouth in defeat, participating.
Tears filled his eyes as he kissed Sam. Dean was humiliated and sickened when he felt his dick respond to Sam's hand. 'damn it, why does it have to... because this is all you are good for,' Dean thought bitterly hoping that if he did not resist it would be over with faster. He was shoved to his knees and tried not to look when Sam pulled his long, hard dick out of his pants. 'no, i don't want to...' He was guided to Sam's throbbing dick which he took into his mouth and prayed that this would be over soon.
"This is what your mouth was made for," Sam cooed, enjoying the hot slick mouth wrapped around him. He had his fingers laced through Dean's hair stilling his head while Sam fucked his mouth. It felt so good, the power, the control, but he wanted more. Pulling out, yanked Dean up and bent him over the table.
Dean had distanced himself from the activity, concentrating on other things, like breathing. When Sam did this he had no regard to what was happening to Dean. 'i could choke for all he cares.' He felt himself lifted up then was spun around, bent over the table, and his jeans pushed down. Pinned to the tabletop he waited. Dean gasped in pain when Sam thrust into him and start to pump. Soon he could feel blood trickle down his thighs, from his ass because Sam was rough and from the fresh cuts just below his abs. "FAILURE" was bleeding again because of the table rubbing against the fresh wound. 'Just finish,' Dean's mind begged as he was rocked against the hard table knowing he would have bruises, but that was nothing new. The tears slid down his face as he screamed, Sam had found a particularly tender spot and was brutalizing it.
Sam had found that if he shifted his angle he could find the most sensitive areas that caused Dean the most pain. Fresh agony was introduced, Sam took to biting Dean's back, some hard enough to draw blood, from one shoulder to the other. By the time Dean was reduced to incoherent grunts and whimpers, Sam came moaning in delight. He pulled out and wiped himself off on Dean's discarded t-shirt, panting, "You are so tight tonight bitch," he kissed the back of Dean's neck listening to him cry. Dean did not want to cry, not wanting to give Sam the satisfaction, but it hurt too damned much.
"I'm going to take a shower," said Sam leaving Dean pinned to the table. He wanted Dean to remember who was in charge and that Sam could do anything he wanted. And the fact he might just want that piece of ass again, never can tell. He loved the dominance he had over his older brother, it got him horny every time he thought of it. Sam smiled, remembering the first time he took Dean, last year when Sam was having to punish him for breaking the rules, again.
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