Chapter 4

Sam couldn't believe he had been so open about his relationship with Dean to Patrick but it did feel good to talk about it, to get his thoughts out in the open. He was very shocked by Patrick's offer to take care of him if Dean didn't.

He wanted to shout that Dean wanted him but instead he just politely acknowledged the offer.

Their little chat had led to more drinks where Patrick shared more about his love for Lia and unfortunately it ended with a very drunk Patrick. He was in tears talking about how much he missed Lia.

"S-She would be so mad at me for crying. Lia hated to see me s-sad." Patrick slurred out.

Sam gave him a reassuring smile. "So what would Lia do if she was here?"

Patrick smirked at Sam. "She'd get us undressed and give me a hand job so that I could sleep off the booze and so that she could get a good night sleep herself."

Sam nodded. He had hoped for a simple answer but he had suspected something a bit more complicated. While he didn't relish the idea of giving Patrick a hand job it was a much easier task than sleeping with Alfred. He had been very afraid that Patrick would have gone for that. It was a big relief when it didn't happen—so yeah a hand job was not so bad.

He began to strip off his own clothes and felt himself blush as he noticed Patrick watching intensely. It made him want to stop but he reminded himself that he could be stripping for that creepy old man, Alfred that smelled of Bengay. At least Patrick was handsome.

Once Sam was down to his boxers he moved to the bed and began to strip Patrick of his clothes. His witch master tried to help but was really too far gone. It took a little doing but finally Sam had off all of Patrick's clothes and had the witch lying on the bed with the covers pulled over him.

Sam got in on the other side of the bed and slipped in next to Patrick.

"Sam, pull the covers down, I want to watch." Patrick began to kick at the covers and Sam helped him pull them down.

Sam stared at Patrick's half hard cock and decided to jump in. He took his left hand and started to slowly work the member until it was fully hard and Patrick was moaning.

He then made his movements a bit faster and he added just a bit of a twist with his wrist. It seemed to work well for his new partner by the sounds Patrick was making.

The witch's eyes were closed now and he was breathing heavily. Words of encouragement were mumbled out. Faster, so good, like that.

Normally if he was giving Dean a hand job and his brother was giving him orders and moaning like that... well he would be hard and ready to come just by watching. But now, with Patrick he felt like he was just helping a guy out. Someone who was missing their love badly.

Sam could relate to that, and so it wasn't hard for him to provide the comfort but it wasn't making him hard either.

He could tell that Patrick was close by the way his body coiled like a spring and then he was coming hard all over Sam's left hand.

With come all over his hand he looked for a tissue box near by to wipe his hand off with but failing to find one he then thought about the sheets but stopped. It was always icky to roll over onto wet sticky sheets so he wiped it on his boxers and got most of it off just as Patrick was coming off his orgasmic high.

"S-So Sam, we need to take care of you, laddy." Patrick slowly rose in bed looking at Sam and noticing the large wet spot on Sam's boxers.

Sam decided quickly to capitalize on the wet boxers. "Uh, I guess I'm good Patrick really."

Patrick laughed. "You are easy to please there Sam."

Sam chuckled back happy that Patrick had bought the ruse. "Yeah well I guess. So is it okay if I go clean up?"

Patrick nodded. "Certainly it is, but promise me you'll come back, I'd like to have a warm body in my bed tonight."

Sam fought the frustrated sigh that wanted to escape. He thought he'd done his good deed for the day. "Sure, just give me few, okay?"

-0-

Dean was doing some more research on the car when an email from Bobby popped up.

Found the car they abandoned about three days ago. It is in Blue Springs, about an hour outside of Des Moines.

Ten cars went missing the following day and so I'm tracking them. But, they could have rented a car or taken a taxi to the next town. There is even a bus route but I have trouble seeing Man-witch taking a bus.

Contact you later when I have more.

Dean sighed as he closed the email. It got them a little closer but crap, you could get a long way in three days.

-0-

Patrick was feeling on top of the world even if part of it was alcohol fueled. He had a chance with Sam, he could feel it in his gut. It made him want to … gloat.

So with much glee he pulled his cell phone out of his discarded pants that were on the floor and dialed the number he had saved after Sam had called Dean.

"Sam?" An out of breath voice answered.

"Guess again Deano." Patrick replied in a sing song voice.

"What the hell do you think you're doing taking Sam? When I find you..."

Patrick cut him off. "Now, now, manners or I'll just end the call before you get a chance to talk to Sam. That would be such a shame, Sam has been such a good boy he deserves a chance to tell his brother all about it."

Patrick could hear heavy breathing and then a sigh. "Let me talk to my brother."

"In do time. I wanted to give you a progress report first. He has been such a good boy. You have trained him well. Sam does as he is told and seems to enjoy it especially if tonight is any indication."

"You better not have touched him." Dean growled out.

"Didn't have to. He seems to like to be ordered around and gets off on it but I think you know that huh, Dean? Or maybe not and that's why you two have grown distant? Not able to give your boy what he needs, well I know I can, and he seems to like it a lot."

"You'll never be able to give him what he needs. And when I find you, I'll make you pay for forcing Sam."

Patrick was thrilled by the anger seething from Dean's voice. He'd hit a nerve and it made him feel so victorious. "I beg to differ, so when I let Sam go, if he wants to go, well maybe he can finally get what he wants. If you can give it, I know I can."

"Put Sam on the phone or shut the hell up." Dean answered.

"Touchy touchy, hold on, I'll get him. He's cleaning up." Patrick walked to Sam's bedroom door and knocked.

"Sam, would you like to talk to Dean?"

The door to the room slowly opened revealing Sam dressed in his pj bottoms and a t-shirt. It disappointed Patrick that the kid wouldn't be sleeping with him in the nude. But he was happy just to have Sam in his bed so he swallowed down the disappointment and handed Sam the phone.

"Sam, you have five minutes." Patrick moved to the bed and put on his boxers as he listened to Sam talk to Dean.

-0-

Sam gave Patrick a nervous look as took the phone. He hadn't expected the witch to call Dean and it made him anxious to think Patrick had spoken to his brother.

"Dean." Sam spoke Dean's name quietly wishing that Patrick wasn't in earshot, hating his lack of privacy.

"Did he touch you?" Dean spit out.

The words were like a punch and Sam sucked in air struggling to breathe. "No."

"Did you touch him?" The tone was still harsh but not as angry.

"Yes." Sam could see that Patrick was staring at him so he looked away.

"Did you have an orgasm from it?"

"No." Sam was more adamant with this answer.

"Okay, listen to me. If you are lying it will be worse later, and I will know you lied. Did you get off on touching him?"

"No." Sam said very calmly.

"Good. Because you belong to me. You know that don't you Sammy? I know our relationship has been strained but I want you to know that. You belong to me, as long as you want to. Do you want to?" Dean's voice softened.

"Fuck yeah." Sam couldn't help the lust and love that bled through in the answer, even knowing Patrick could hear, he didn't care.

"Okay, then I have a request Sam. I want to wipe any memory of Patrick and your night together from your mind. The next time you are alone I want you to touch yourself and imagine my fist wrapped around your cock. Can you do that baby?" Dean's voice was dripping with sex.

"Yes, God yes." Sam mumbled out. He could feel himself growing half hard at the thought.

"Then when you are getting good and hard, I want you to finger yourself. Start with one finger and then build up to three. Once you have three fingers in, imagine my cock up your ass, taking you hard and heavy. When you come, I want my name on your lips. You belong to me Sam, no one else touches you. Got it?" Dean's voice went from dripping sex to territorial and it made Sam so hard he thought he might come right there.

"Yes sir." Sam barely got the words out when Patrick grabbed the phone in a huff.

Patrick glared at him. "Go to bed now Sam."

Sam nodded and moved as quickly as he could away from Patrick. Hoping that his master would leave him alone long enough for him to take care of his hard-on.

-0-

Patrick was seething. He gave Dean the information he needed to take Sam back. How could he have been such a fool. The way Sam's face flushed as he 'took orders' from his brother over the phone had been a hot sight but made Patrick realize he was losing ground with Sam.

Patrick almost hung up on the bastard but thought better of it.

"It's on bitch." He growled at Dean before clicking the phone off. He would make Sam his, it just might be a little harder than he first thought.

-0-

Sam played dumb and went to his own bed. When he heard Patrick's "It's on bitch" and the phone being set down he knew Patrick and Dean were into a pissing match over him. That did nothing but make Sam harder, knowing Dean was so intent on keeping Sam. As if he'd ever lose Sam.

"Sam!" Patrick shouted from the main room.

Sucking in a deep breath, Sam opened his door and stepped out, completely aware of the fact his PJ bottoms did absolutely nothing to hide his every obvious erection. He plastered his best innocent, somewhat apprehensive-bordering-on-fear expression and said, "You ordered me to bed, sir."

Dropping his gaze to the floor, Sam peeked at Patrick from under his bangs. Patrick loved the feeling of control as much as Sam loved the feeling of being controlled—from Dean. Sam could work it.

Waving him off and turning his back on Sam, Patrick dismissed him. "Fine. Go. Tomorrow night will be different." He stalked to his own room and slammed the door.

Sam backed through his door, shut it softly and went to his bed, stripping off his clothes on the way. He'd been given permission to touch himself, enter himself and climax by Dean. It was the happiest he'd been since meeting Patrick and getting sucked into this mess.

Sprawling on the big, soft bed Sam ran the tips of two fingers up and down his cock, skimming down to circle his balls and back up. A few minutes and he was panting and twisting on the bed. He curled his fingers around himself, stroking up and down, faster then slower, using his own creamy precum as lubricant.

Moaning Dean's name Sam shifted on the bed and pushed his hand down farther, stroking his sac for a minute before reaching to his entrance. He circled his finger around the rim just like Dean had often done. Sam really liked how Dean did that, teasing him just enough. Harsh inhales turned to breathless groans when Sam slipped one finger in, crooked it and rubbed over his sweet spot.

Knees bending, back arching, Sam melted down the mattress, pushing his own finger into himself even farther. Gasping out Dean's name in a constant whispered string, he moved his finger around for a minute before adding a second. A third finger slipped in almost without Sam thinking about it, stretching him open and rubbing over his gland until his entire body was consumed with one electric shock after another, rolling into one pulsing sensation coursing along his spine and through his body.

He wanted Dean's fingers inside him, Dean's cock buried deep, thrusting hard into Sam's body. He imagined Dean's mouth covering his, swallowing down his moans, pinning him to the bed, letting Sam have only what Dean decided to give.

His back arched and his toes curled when his hips canted to one side. Sam grabbed his cock with his free hand, stroking, pulling first his cock, then his balls. Entire body clenching, Sam shot thick white strands across the bed and his own chest. "God, Dean, yes, Dean…Dnnnn…"

Sam rolled completely on his side and pressed his face into the pillow, sobbing out Dean's name while his body jerked and twitched until he was exhausted.

Pulling his fingers from his body, Sam stumbled to the bathroom and wetted down a washcloth to wipe off with. He didn't bother dressing, just staggered back to his bed and fell into it thinking he couldn't wait to tell Dean how great that had been and how much he missed Dean's touch.

-0-

Dean hung up the phone and resisted the urge to launch it across the room. If that bitch of a he-witch thought he'd have even the slightest chance with Sam he was delusional. He could tell by the way Sam's voice changed his brother got off and got off a lot by Dean's taking control on the phone and telling him what to do when he was alone.

It gave a much needed confidence boost, one he sure didn't see coming from his brother being snatched by a power hungry witch.

He should have simply gone with his gut feeling before they'd ever met Patrick. The tighter Dean clamped down on Sam, shorted that proverbial leash the more positively Sam had responded. There was the occasional sour expression or mild complaint, but not much really. Sam was trying to tell him, he wanted this. Dean saw now, Sam had been as afraid of Dean's rejection as Dean was of Sam's.

Weren't they just a mixed up pair?

When Sam was back with him, Dean vowed he'd step up to the plate and be exactly what Sam needed, a proper partner.

Heading to the shower, Dean stood under the hot water, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. His thoughts wandered to images of Sam following his request. His hand wandered down to his cock letting himself feel the pleasure thoughts of Sam brought to him.

-0-

Patrick had awoken early still annoyed with the previous night. He had felt like he had gotten so close to Sam only to have the feeling ripped away when Sam had gotten off while on the phone with his brother. Sam had been sporting a noticeable hard-on and while Patrick wanted to punish Sam for it, he knew that would only drive the boy farther away from him. No he needed to bide his time and wait for anther perfect opportunity to get closer to his new protégé.

That opportunity came moments later with a phone call. A doctor friend who dabbled in witchcraft had heard about Patrick's latest object for sale and had an interesting proposition—one that the witch felt could be what he needed to move Sam closer to him and piss Dean off in one fell swoop.

Life was good.

-0-

Sam woke up feeling very relaxed. Last night had ended on such an awesome note. Dean finally taking control even if it was just over the phone had been such a high.

It was with great reluctance that he got up to face Patrick though. He knew the man-witch had witnessed Sam's hard-on and would be upset. It would definitely be a strained morning but hopefully he could smooth things over and if not, as long as he knew Dean was waiting for him at the end of his time with Patrick, then he would make it just fine.

Taking a calming breath as he got out of bed, he headed to the shower before facing Patrick.

A hot shower and clean clothes made him ready to face Patrick even it he wasn't up for it mentally. Sighing out of the frustration of having to face his master, Sam slowly moved to the door and entered the main suite.

He found Patrick at the dining table with his cell phone in hand. Patrick motioned for him to take a seat across from him at the table.

Sam sat quietly as he heard Patrick's side of the conversation.

"Yes, that would be great. Do you deliver? Yes, we are in Suite 1109 at the Devonshire Hotel. Thanks, mate." Patrick gave Sam a lascivious look as he hung up the phone it made Sam swallow hard.

"So did you rest well Sam?" Patrick asked as he picked up his cup of coffee.

"Yes sir." Sam replied quietly, waiting for Patrick to comment about last night.

"Good, you are gonna need to be rested for our big day." Patrick replied cryptically.

"I see. So you have a client lined up or are we going on a con?" Sam asked tentatively, hoping on a client after how badly the last con went.

"Client. The client wants to meet after work at his clinic. He is a doctor and his request is a bit different than the ones we have had so far. It took a lot of deliberating on my part but I think it will work out well for both of us." Patrick eyes had 'the look' that Sam had become accustom to seeing when he was amused.

Swallowing hard, Sam nodded. "May I ask how this request is different?"

"Of course Laddy, of course. You see Dr. Bates specializes in fertility and is quite successful with it because of his dabbling in witchcraft. He heard about my new acquisition and wondered if I would be willing to sell him seminal fluid, semen and sperm to add as a power boost to his potion that he uses now. He has a seventy five percent success rate now but he feels with just the right additive he could have a hundred percent success rate. The amount of money offered is impressive but I did have concerns about him touching you. I promise that with this deal, I've kept my word not to whore you out. This will not be a sexual encounter and will be done at his private clinic after hours." Patrick's tone had gotten serious and he gave Sam a reassuring smile as he finished talking.

"So I'm assuming this will involve masturbation and a cup?" Sam asked sheepishly.

"If we were only collecting sperm, yes. But in this situation it will involve a bit more. Have you heard of prostate milking?"

Sam searched his brain but came up empty. "No."

Patrick nodded. "Yeah me either until this morning. Evidently it involves stimulating the prostate until it releases seminal fluid. If done right on a healthy male it will result in a release of a good quantity. Normally the prostate is stimulated manually but I told the doctor that I did not want him touching you."

Sam felt his stomach clench at the thought of a prostate milking. It didn't sound comfortable at all. "If not manually then..."

"A prostate massager that is similar to a vibrator but is made especially for this. A special condom made to collect the fluid is worn. So other than prepping the penis with a cleansing and the condom, there will be minimal touching involved though there will be some prep work. The doctor ordered you what will be needed to make sure you body is relaxed enough for this procedure."

Prep work didn't sound good either to Sam.

"What kind of prep?" Sam asked tentatively.

Patrick cleared his throat. "Well, for this to work well you will need to drink plenty of fluid today and he will run a catheter before starting to clear you out. You will also need to use an enema prior to the procedure, so he ordered a small bulb type enema that people who are constipated use. The catheter and enema will ensure that your relaxed enough for maximum release potential. He is paying a large sum and wants the most bang for his buck. I'm sorry to put you through it though."

Sam squared his shoulders to give himself a more confident stance. "It's fine. I agreed to do as you wanted for a month as long as it didn't involve hurting others. This won't be fun but it's not like it will hurt."

Patrick's eyes lit up at Sam's response. "Good boy. There is one other thing being sent over. Valium. He hopes that the drug will help your body be relaxed enough to have this procedure go smoothly. The Doc said when patients are tense the results are not that good."

Sam didn't like the sound idea of taking a drug and being less in control but did like the idea of being in the not caring state of mind during the procedure.

"Yeah, makes sense."

Patrick motioned towards the table. "So Sam, I'm thinking light meals today considering the enema, maybe some toast this morning but be sure to drink lots of water."

Sam nodded and grabbed some toast trying to focus on the task at hand and to not think about the night's task.

TBC

A/N: Thanks for reading! So how do you like the way things are progressing?

A big thanks to jadesterling and blueeyedemonliz for their beta help.