Chapter Five

Patrick was pleased with how willing Sam was to do as told even when it involved something as uncomfortable as prostate milking. It gave him a thrill to have that much control over Sam.

The other thing that excited him was the fact that his doctor friend had told him Sam should be aroused after the procedure and with the valium in him a willing sexual partner. This he hoped was the perfect opportunity to make his move on Sam.

Then there was Dean. Patrick had promised to step things up and he saw tonight as a good chance to piss Dean off. He decided he would call Dean as he made the final arrangements with Doctor Bates, and let big brother listen in on how his little brother was going to be 'used' tonight. It would definitely show Dean who was calling the shots when it came to Sam.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

Patrick quickly answered the door and paid the delivery boy, giving him a generous tip for bring the prep stuff that Sam needed for tonight.

Moving to Sam's door Patrick knocked lightly as he opened the door. Sam looked up at him expectantly.

"Your prep stuff is here. You wanna do it now or wait? We have an hour before we have to leave." Patrick waited as Sam's face scrunched up in thought.

"Guess I'd rather get it over with. Do the enema now, but when do I take the Valium?"

"Well laddy, I'd do the enema first, you want your wits about you as you do that. Once you have the all clear so to speak, then take the Valium. I'll leave this with you to take care of but if you need me just come find me. I'll come get you when it's time to go. Any questions?" Patrick moved to the bed to hand Sam the drug store bag.

Sam took and shook his head. "No, I think I'm good. Directions should be in the bag, but if I have any issues... I'll let you know."

Sam was flushed from embarrassment and it made Patrick want to chuckle at his boy. But instead he gave him a reassuring smile.

"Alright. I leave you to take care of things." Patrick gave Sam a quick wink as he left the room.

-0-

The next hour went by slowly, as Patrick waited to put his plan into motion. Sam had stayed in his room to prepare and so when it was time Patrick went to his room and knocked lightly before entering.

A very relaxed Sam was sprawled out on his hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Sam, you ready?" Patrick called out as he entered the room.

Sam's gaze lazily tracked Patrick as he entered the room, a big smile on his face.

"Sure, let me get up." Sam rose too quickly and promptly landed back on the bed.

Patrick laughed. "Sam me boy, let me give you a hand."

"Agh…" Sam looked up, puzzled, eyes struggling to focus. "The world is spinning."

"You tried to get up too fast, laddy. Here take my hand and try to sit up a bit slower." Patrick firmly grasped Sam's hand and helped the young man until he was upright.

He then sat down next to Sam and placed a reassuring hand on his thigh. "We'll sit here a minute and give your head a minute to clear."

Sam looked at Patrick and gave him a blinding smile. "Thanks."

"Sure thing kid, sure thing." Patrick felt closer to Sam at that moment than he had the whole time Sam had been with him. It made hope swell in his heart.

Reluctant to break the close moment, but knowing they had a schedule to keep, Patrick gently nudged Sam with his shoulder.

"Do you think you can stand now Sam?" Patrick rose slowly waiting for Sam's response.

"Yeah, I think I can do that. I just need to go slow right?" Sam eyes were doing a mimic of a puppy's and it melted Patrick's heart.

"Going slow is the best idea, my friend." Patrick reached out grasping both of Sam's shoulders trying to help his boy stand.

Sam gave him a sheepish smile as he slowly stood. "Did it."

"Yes you did, is your head spinning?" Patrick kept his grip firm as he came face to face with Sam. His boy smelled so good from shampoo, toothpaste and well the unique smell that was Sam.

"I'm good." Sam began to blush at the close contact.

Patrick smiled and let go. "Well let's head out okay?"

Sam nodded and started for the door. Patrick moved behind him placing his right hand at the small of Sam's back and was pleasantly surprised when the boy didn't tense at the touch. In fact the kid seemed to relax into it.

Once he had Sam comfortably seated in the car, Patrick decided to set part two of his plan in action.

Pulling his cell phone from his back pocket he held it out for Sam to see. It took a moment for his relaxed boy to notice but when he did Sam's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Do we need to call before we get there? I thought the doctor was expecting us." Sam mumbled out.

Patrick smiled. "I thought I'd give that brother of yours a call. I know he worries about you."

Sam's eyes went wide. "I-I don't think..."

Patrick's eye's narrowed in frustration. "Sam, this is my decision to make."

Sam snapped his mouth shut, looking down. "I-I'm sorry. I forgot my place."

It was important Sam knew his place, however, Patrick immediately felt like he had kicked an innocent puppy. He was sorry he'd hurt his boy's feelings. After all, Sam was under the influence of a strong dose of Valium so maybe it wasn't fair to hold him responsible for his actions just at the moment.

"It's okay Sam. I'm not mad. The drugs in your system are probably affecting your decision making process. It's okay really." Patrick reached over and placed his index finger under Sam's chin forcing him to look up and in his direction.

Sam sniffled loudly but gave Patrick a watery smile. "I want to make you happy. I can't mess this up."

"You're doing just fine Sam." Patrick reluctantly removed his hand and hit speed dial. He put the phone on speaker and placed it in the hands free cell phone holder.

It rang twice before a gruff voice answered. "What's a matter Patrick, miss the sound of my voice?"

"Aye, I have. So Sam and I are in the car on our way to meet a client and I thought it would be nice to take time to say hello. You're on speaker so Sam can hear you." Patrick spoke in a sing-song voice.

"Sam are you okay?" Dean's voice went from gruff and angry to soft and concerned.

Sam blinked in confusion looking at Patrick.

Patrick nodded. "It's okay to answer Sam."

"I-I'm okay Dean." Sam answered hesitantly.

"Sam are you drunk?" Dean asked tone full of worry.

Patrick was amazed at Dean's ability to hone in on his brother's condition over a phone with no visual contact.

Sam replied in a quiet voice. "N-No."

"What have you done to my brother?" Dean barked.

"Now, now, don't get your knickers in a twist Dean. Sam took a little Valium to relax. Our newest client had a different kind of request and the Valium will help Sam to be up for the task at hand." Patrick replied matter-of-factly, taking pleasure in taunting Dean.

"So that's it huh? You have to drug my brother to get him to do your bidding?" Dean bit back. It caused Patrick to get his hackles up.

"You wish Dean. Sam has been very obedient without drugs or alcohol. It just our client tonight is a doctor who specializes in fertility and wants some of Sam's seminal fluids to give his fertility potion an extra boost." Patrick waited for Dean to explode and wasn't disappointed.

"What the fuck? You are not letting that doctor touch him!" Dean spat out.

"Oh well, see that's the thing, I'm in control here and I will do as I want and Sam will obey me. Bites doesn't it. But I am a sport Deano, I let you listen in."

Before Dean could respond Patrick hit the mute button on the phone. He could tell that Sam wanted to say something but didn't know if he would get in trouble for it.

"Sam, it's okay, you can tell me what's on your mind." Patrick spoke in a soft voice trying to encourage Sam to open up.

"It's just that I'm nervous and with Dean listening..." Sam looked at his hands.

"You'll be okay laddy. I promise. Nothing bad is gonna happen while I'm here." Patrick watched as Sam tensed at the statement and then looked away.

"Okay there Sam?" Patrick asked as Sam seemed to tune the world out.

Sam just gave him a slight nod. Patrick knew that the kid was worried about the procedure and hated that Dean was listening. Part of him wanted to just throw the phone out the window and turn around taking Sam back to the hotel. But the part that wanted revenge on Dean and the chance to make a lot of money in the process won out.

-0-

It was an exciting moment as they stopped the car and approached the office complex where the doctor's office was located. Patrick was finally going to prove to himself, and Dean, he had total control over Sam via the open phone line he carried. He was going to be able to provide Sam with the control he needed and craved from Dean all these years and once that control was in place, Sam would be his.

Patrick led a zombie like Sam into Dr. Bates's office. A receptionist was putting on her coat as they walked up.

"Hello sweetheart, I'm Mr. Fitzgerald here to see Dr. Bates." Patrick gave his best con-man smile and gave the young girl a wink.

She blushed, eyes totally focused on Patrick. "Hi, uh, yeah Dr. Bates is waiting for you in his office which is right down that hall." She motioned to the hallway behind the desk. "Last door on the left, just go on in."

"Thank you so much. Have a lovely night." Patrick replied as he made his way around the desk, right hand firmly planted behind Sam's back guiding him along.

In a matter of seconds they were in front of a door labeled Steven Bates, MD. Patrick knocked lightly and was immediately ushered in by the voice on the other side of the door.

Patrick gave Sam an appraising look before opening the door. The kid was pale and his eyes were a bit unfocused. His attention was solely on Patrick and so the older man gave Sam a reassuring smile before opening the door and positioning himself between Sam and the doctor.

Dr. Bates was sitting at his desk and motioned for them to take the two chairs in front of the desk. Patrick guided Sam to the chair near the wall and took the one on the other side. It was pleasing to have his boy obey so easily, once Sam was seated he immediately lowered his head in submission. Patrick took a moment to move his chair closer to Sam's so that he could touch the kid if he needed too.

Dr. Bates waited until they were seated before speaking. "So Patrick it's been awhile you look good."

Patrick beamed. "Yeah well life for the most part has been good."

Dr. Bates nodded. "So I hate that Lia isn't with you. I always enjoy her company."

Patrick swallowed hard and pushed the grief away. He didn't want to share his personal life with Dr. Bates and he didn't want to be distracted by emotions so he lied to his friend.

"She sends her regrets."

Those words made Sam give Patrick a quick glimpse before lowering his head in deference.

The doctor was oblivious to the nonverbal exchange and continued on. "Well give her my kindest regards. So should we move past the pleasantries, I can see your charge is a bit uncomfortable?"

Patrick did want to move on but was a bit thrown off by the down to business attitude that the good doctor was sporting. Normally Dr. Bates wanted to visit way too long so it didn't set right with the witch.

He decided to ignore those feelings and move forward for Sam's sake, the faster this was over the faster the boy could recover and be alone with Patrick.

"Yeah, so you want to perform a prostate milking on Sam, in exchange for our predetermined amount." Patrick reached over and placed a hand on Sam's left arm that was perched on the arm rest. Again he was pleased that Sam didn't flinch in fact he seemed to relax at the touch.

"Yes, and with Sam being as young as he is, I was hoping to do the procedure at least twice maybe three times. So we are looking at forty five minutes or longer depending on Sam. I'm sure that our donor wouldn't mind it taking a little longer." Doctor Bates gave Sam a long look and while Patrick didn't like it he let it go. The good doctor knew better than to touch what wasn't his.

"Fine, an hour but I don't think I want Sam in there longer than that. And no unnecessary touching. This is to be done in a professional manner." Patrick gave the doctor an intense look and he could see the man swallow hard in intimidation.

"Of course, totally professional. I can tell by his docile and relaxed appearance that he took the Valium which should help with the procedure; did he do the enema as instructed?"

Patrick nodded. "Yes he did."

"Did you inform him that I would tip him if he did his best to co-operate? Sam, I know this is not the most comfortable procedure and you are doing it under duress but I can pay you handsomely for doing as you are told do you understand?" The doctor was staring intently at Sam who slowly lifted his head as he realized he was being spoken too.

It angered Patrick that the doctor was trying to assert his own control over Sam and it was one of the reasons he hadn't mentioned the tip to Sam. He didn't want the doctor competing for control. Patrick wanted Sam to submit to the doctor because he asked, not because the doctor was paying the kid.

Patrick's anger vanished as Sam's unfocused and confused gaze turned to him. He could tell that Sam was befuddled by the power play the doctor was pulling.

"Sam, the doctor is willing to tip you if you behave yourself. I didn't discuss this with you because I knew you would be a good boy for me and listen to him. So nothing has changed okay?"

Sam nodded and he seemed to relax. "Yes Patrick, I'll do as told."

"There you go Doc, Sam is willing to do as told and if you want to tip him, well that is mighty nice of you." Patrick gave the doctor a gloating smile—it was good to re-establish control, he loved being on top.

-0-

Doctor Bates was totally taken with Sam. He had been excited at getting to be near the demon boy wonder. It made him excited at the thought of the money that this boy was going to bring him. The kid's beauty was pure bonus.

The Valium had been a stroke of pure genius. Once he had Sam alone in the exam room he would be totally under his control. Dr. Bates had to fight a boner from the thought of it.

Once the boy agreed to do as he was told, he led him to the exam room. Unfortunately, Patrick had insisted on going with Sam to get him set up.

Sam undressed and was standing outside the bathroom in a paper gown, looking at the ground as Dr. Bates approached.

Resisting the urge to touch, the doctor spoke softly. "Sam, I need you to get up on the exam table. You're so tall. Try your best to get comfortable."

Sam lumbered slowly over to the table and sat on the end. Patrick was at his side helping him to lay down.

Dr. Bates moved forward. "So Patrick, I need to restrain Sam, do you have objections to that?"

Patrick's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "Why?"

"Once I start the procedure, Sam will be uncomfortable and in his drugged state might try to move away from the massager and that could cause damage. I need for him to stay still and I need to keep him from touching himself during his arousal, he can't taint the special condom that will be used to collect the fluid." Dr. Bates was proud of how professional he managed to sound considering how aroused he was at the thought of having Sam tied down.

Patrick seemed to relax at the explanation. "Okay, and I know we agreed to privacy, that my presence could be hindering. But I want to help restrain him so that I know the bindings aren't too tight."

"Sure." Dr. Bates pulled out the side arms of the exam table. He had special made straps installed on it and was glad that the flexibility of the restraints met Patrick's approval.

The doctor then moved down to Sam's abs and maneuvered the paper gown out of the way as he pulled a restraining belt from the side of the table. Patrick pulled the belt on the other side and the doctor snapped the two belts together like a car-seat belt, it was all that was need to keep Sam in place with his arms immobile.

The doctor was very impressed at the body he got a peek at under the gown. The kid had a beautiful athletic build.

Sam was starting to breathe a bit heavier and Patrick rushed to his side.

"Are you okay laddy?" The witch asked as he gave the doctor a concerned look.

Sam nodded and licked his lips. "Just nervous."

The doctor gave Patrick a reassuring smile before moving around the table so he could pull the witch into a private conversation.

"Nerves are normal. The drug is doing fine in keeping him calm, but it is natural for him to be a bit nervous. If I need to give him an injection to help calm him I can, what do you think?" Dr. Bates watched as Patrick studied Sam and debated more drugs.

"I don't want him knocked out, so no. I just hate seeing him worked up." Patrick replied as he reluctantly took his eyes off of Sam.

"I know but it will be worth it my friend. You like him a lot but you said that you haven't pressed for sex. After this procedure, he will be primed for it. Relaxed and horny just ready for you to make your move. So just go back to my office sit back and relax, use my computer if you need too. This will be all over soon and he will be all yours." The doctor could tell he'd said the right thing by the spark in his friend's eyes.

Patrick winked and then moved back to Sam's side. "You be a good boy and this will be over soon."

He gently stroked Sam's hair away from his forehead and moved to the door stopping to give the kid one last look before he was gone.

Dr. Bates grinned and took a deep breath, thrilled to be alone with his new toy.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, our beta's had RL keeping them from helping us but MidgeVS5 was sweet enough to step up to the plate and beta last minute for us so we could post. So a big hug for her!