Part 6, Counting
by ctrlphreaque
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July 29, 1998
"You are a bad boy, Dean, for your punishment you are to get ten lashes. Count them out loud and for each one you miss I will add five more," Sam told Dean knowing he could not keep up with his stutter. Sam had Dean strip naked and stand with his hands on the bedroom wall while he whipped him with one of their Dad's thick leather belts.
Slap, scream, stutter.
"O-oo-one!"
Sam had gotten up to eight when he noticed how well formed his brother was. He wondered, 'Shit, when did Dean get so...?' he frowned at his train of thought but he could not deny that Dean was muscular and toned. By the time Sam struck the thirteenth lash, Dean missed five, seven, and eleven, Sam was nearly vibrating with power and getting harder with every swing, 'Why is he doing this to me?' and Dean was sagging against the wall struggling to stand. Noting the weak and vulnerable state his older brother was in he knew it had to be the control. Here he was fifteen years old and he commanded all that his nineteen year old brother did everyday. He felt the sexual exhilaration that dominance often brings. Almost every time for the past few months Sam had to jerk off after he punished Dean.
"Count them all," Sam ordered trying to focus on the task at hand, though Dean barely heard him.
Slap, scream, stutter.
"F-f-or-r tt-tee-nn," Dean breathed, huffing to get air and steady his voice.
Slap, scream, stutter.
"F-ff-iff--" Dean whispered then screamed again, feeling the next lash before he had the last count out. He tried but knew five more had been added. "S-ssi-ss'tt-tee."
"Enunciate!" Sam yelled, "don't make me do this again." Though Sam could not do it again, his arm was tired and his shoulder was burning, but the biggest obstacle was his huge erection that had grown with every scream and stuttered word.
Slap, scream, stutter.
"S-ss-ebb-nn t-ttee," Dean was going to collapse if it did not end soon, which would lead to yet another punishment he knew he could not endure. "Ay t-ttee," he struggled to steady himself, "n-ni t-ttee," he gasped just saying the numbers not realizing that Sam had stopped.
Sam was not listening when Dean huffed out "t-t-twn-ny," because he was lost, staring at the blood that trailed down Dean's back, over that well formed ass, sliding down his legs. Sam knew he had more to go, somewhere around thirty, but forgot to add them up opting to undo his jeans. Pulling his throbbing dick out he started to stroke himself, then without conscious thought he grabbed Dean's falling body and dragged him onto the bed, dropping him face first on the mattress. Sam smeared his hands in Dean's blood and stroked himself until he was slick.
Dean felt himself start to fall and struggled to keep upright when suddenly he was on the bed. Bewildered, he lay there reveling in the sudden reprieve. It was short lived though because he felt Sam get on top of him and rub his hands on Dean's cut back causing him to hiss in pain. 'Why don't you rub in salt, too?' he thought bitterly squeezing his eyes shut, until he felt Sam spread his legs. Dean's eyes went wide in horror.
"S-ss-tt-opp-p! N-nnoo-o!" he protested then screamed as Sam rammed inside him and move with brutal force. New agony ripped through Dean, physically and mentally, and would not let up. 'He's not! he can't! no this is wrong!' His voice was already raw and ragged from screaming and counting yet he could not help it, he screamed some more.
"D-dd-onn'! P-pp'ea-sss," Dean begged trying to get away, twisting and turning but Sam was too strong. Sam was holding him down on the mattress and hitting him to stop his struggles. As suddenly as it started it ended with Sam moaning his orgasm and Dean sobbing in more pain than he thought possible.
Getting off the bed, Sam zipped up and breathed in a ragged breath, "I told you bitch, you are mine to do with as I please." Standing above Sam laughed triumphantly as Dean cried curling up into a fetal position. With a departing slap to Dean's ass, Sam left.
When he could think straight Dean put a name to his attack, 'rape,' and wished he had not. He crawled off the bed to his bathroom and into the shower. After scrubbing his skin red, Dean sat under the once hot, now cold spray shaking with fear. He still felt Sam's hands holding him down, no matter how hard he rubbed, the sensation would not go away. He could not distance himself from the humiliation like he could with previous punishments. 'He raped me. I'm his brother and he raped me,' unable to comprehend his brother's actions, shock and disbelief enveloped him as the words kept flowing through his head. Dean had always feared Sam's punishments but not Sam himself, until now. 'RAPE!' shrieked at him from all directions, he could not get away from the attack. Dean still felt Sam inside him, pumping him over and over again. This haunted him, confused him, wounded him in a way Sam had not been able to do before. His brother's words hammered at him, 'bitch, you are mine.' Sam was now in his head and Dean could not get him out. He had been violated in body, mind, and soul.
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