Chapter 9
Patrick spent some time on the phone lining up this next meeting. Sam was dismissed to his room after Patrick made sure he knew enough details of the call to know how Sam would be used, but not long enough to hear all the details. It seemed to give Patrick some kind of thrill, seeing how Sam would sit quietly while he was discussed so openly with a stranger.
The promise not to sell his body for sexual favors fell to the wayside, apparently forgotten. Sam replayed the last conversation with his brother over in his head. He'd been so groggy, still reeling from the doctor's actions and terrified he'd be discovered talking to Dean.
He wanted to talk to Dean again. Even more he wanted the feeling of Dean's muscled arms around him, holding him tight to his powerful chest. He'd spent the last two days simply avoiding angering Patrick further, afraid not for himself, but for his brother. The deal he'd made with Patrick hadn't been broken, but the witch was a touchy person and the longer this month drew out the pricklier he'd become. Sam realized it was mostly due to the crush Patrick had on him, feelings Sam could not return.
The witch was okay as company, interesting at times, but in no way did Sam have the type of feelings for him that Patrick expressed for Sam. So he worked to stay out of Patrick's way, be obedient and quiet, things that made Patrick happy and kept him feeling in control. It was a fake control, one created by intimidation and fear, threats against Sam's brother, even if they were unspoken.
Sam was beginning to see his talking to Dean before his arrangement with Patrick ended simply might not happen. Patrick thought he was punishing Sam, what he was doing was building resentment in Sam. Instead of creating a feeling of care and control, provide security as when Dean took over, Patrick was creating a feeling of fear in Sam.
This wasn't control however, this was domination by intimidation. How anyone could function under that was beyond Sam. Right now Sam spent his days feeling like he was walking on egg shells, afraid that one wrong move or word would send Patrick into another fit of anger.
When they ate Patrick would hold his phone in one hand, turning it over. A few times when it rang, Patrick looked at the caller ID, snorted and put let it go to voice mail. Sam had no way of knowing if it was some solicitation call or Dean. He didn't think Dean would attempt calling, but he was unsure. He knew his brother would want to know he was safe and having Patrick's cell number, the temptation to dial that number and try to contact Sam might be too much for Dean.
"Sam." Patrick called from the main part of the room.
Padding across the thick carpeting, Sam slipped through the door to his room, closing it quietly behind him and headed to the sitting area. Patrick was in one of the thick, overstuffed armchairs.
Stopping a few feet away, Sam lowered his gaze to the floor, that immediately pleased his 'master'. "Yes, sir?"
Leaning back, Patrick slung one arm over the back of the chair and let his gaze wander a slow path up and down Sam, making him more than a bit uncomfortable. Patrick's other hand rested lightly in the V created by his slightly opened legs. Sam saw the beginnings of a bulge. Licking his lips, Patrick picked his cell phone up from the table beside the chair.
He opened the phone and ran his thumbs over the buttons, eyes lifting up to watch Sam. "We'll be meeting with the new client tomorrow. He's traveling in from another state."
Sam nodded.
"I'm not interested in a replay of your behavior after our meeting with Dr. Bates. I trust I can depend on your obedience."
"Yes, sir."
"You do understand I've kept you from calling Dean to protect you."
Another nod. Sam worked to keep his features neutral. Patrick didn't have to know he'd practically worked out the number of hours left until he'd be with Dean again.
"I've decided you may call your brother today. How well you behave for our client will determine if you call Dean again before the end of the month."
"Yes, sir." Sam had to consciously stop his fingers from twitching. He wanted to rush forward and take that phone, by force if necessary.
Grinning, Patrick pressed the buttons and called Dean. "Deano!" He laughed, "Yes, I'm so happy to hear your voice too. I wanted you to know Sam's been behaving very well. Hummppfftt, I think not, Deano, he did allow the doctor to harvest his semen simply on my say so." A slow smile spread over Patrick's face. "I doubt that, but go ahead and try."
Leaning forward, Patrick held out the phone. When Sam moved closer and reached for it, Patrick's other hand caressed up and down Sam's inner thigh. He frowned slightly and leaned back when Sam didn't react.
Taking a few steps back, gaze flicking between the phone in his hand and Patrick's face, Sam put the phone to his ear. It took a huge amount of self control to not flinch away from Patrick every time he touched him.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"God, Sammy, I've been going nuts worrying about you. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Sam said softly. He closed his eyes and backed even farther from Patrick not wanting the other man to see whatever emotions were in Sam's eyes he couldn't cover.
"Has he hurt you?"
"No."
"Sammy, I need you to do something for me. I want to know you're safe there and we're going to show Patrick who you answer to, okay?"
"I'll do anything you say, you know that, Dean." Sam opened his eyes to find Patrick staring at him. It was frightening how he seemed to bore holes into Sam with that stare of his.
"Sit in a chair and turn it so Patrick can see everything you do."
At once Sam did as asked. Dean's voice had a certain tone to it making Sam feel so good, letting Dean dictate his moves, take control over Sam and not let anyone else wrestle that control away. It felt safe. Sam settled in the chair, shifting side to side a bit. His cock was lengthening and swelling at the mere thought of Dean requiring him to do something, anything, issuing an order and Sam would follow.
"Okay."
"Good boy, Sammy. Now I want you to unzip your pants, take out your cock and stroke yourself. Be sure Patrick is watching and do not look away from him. When you're hard I want you to tell me."
Sam chuckled softly, and confessed, "That's already happened, the minute I heard your voice."
"Yeah? You like my voice, how I sound?"
"I do. I do a lot actually."
"Hold your cock and rub your thumb up and down it three times. Then rub the tip and through the slit three times, make sure to smear any liquid around the head."
"Dean…" Sam exhaled. He didn't like performing in front of others. He looked at Patrick and away at once, focusing on his knees.
"Just this once, Sammy, I promise. I'll never ask you to do this again. It's important. I can't be there to protect you from him, so we have to do something drastic."
"Yes, Dean." Sam gripped his cock, bits of liquid were already inching along his length, oozing down to trickle along his balls. An appreciative moan came from Dean when Sam's breath hitched. He shifted around again. "I did that. What do I do next?" He slid down farther in the chair and let his head drop back against it, enjoying for a minute the sensations offered to him by his brother.
"Now, I want you to stand up and zip up. Take the phone to Patrick, don't hang up, and give it to him. Then I want you to go to the nearest bathroom, finish yourself off. I don't want him to see, so close the door far enough he can't see you, but I do want him to hear you. Make all the sounds you want and say my name."
"Yes." Sam gulped and got slowly to his feet, following Dean's orders.
Stumbling slightly he made his way across the room and held the phone out to Patrick. The witch's face was dark and angry. "He wants to talk to you now." Sam dropped his gaze, turned and went to the bathroom.
Just as Dean had instructed, Sam gave the door a shove, it swung toward the door frame, staying open by about six inches. He was panting and barely able to wait. With trembling fingers, Sam unzipped his jeans and shoved them to his knees. Dean had done this, required it, never once doubting Sam would follow through. It was exhilarating and made Sam feel so free. He had to follow Dean's orders, he had no choice. This proved Dean wanted this as much as Sam.
Gripping his swollen cock Sam pumped a few times, moaning and gasping. In no time at all he was spurting into the toilet, panting out Dean's name. Leaning one arm against the wall behind the toilet, Sam stayed there for a few minutes to steady his breathing. When his knees stopped shaking, Sam pushed away from the wall and pulled his jeans up, tucking himself in.
"Sam!" Patrick shouted from the other room.
Sam had no idea what the witch was going to do, but he was about to find out. Suppressing a shudder, Sam walked slowly to the main room and stopped a few feet from Patrick, gaze glued to the floor.
"Look at me, Sam."
Carefully Sam lifted his chin enough to look at Patrick's face. The phone was on the floor a few feet away, off. Patrick's legs were splayed open, his pants opened, swollen, hard cock resting on his belly. A dangerous, frightening glint sparked through Patrick's eyes. Patrick pointed to the spot of floor between his feet.
"You owe me, boy."
Nodding, Sam motioned to Patrick's bedroom. Do you want to lie down and I'll stroke you like I did before."
"No." Patrick shook his head and straightened a bit. "Down, now on your knees. I want your mouth. Or, I can take something else, like Dean's life." He snarled.
Sam shivered, and there was nothing erotic or exciting about it. The last place he wanted to be was on his knees for Patrick. That was something offered as a position of respect and submission and as far as Sam was concerned was only offered to someone he loved, and who loved him in return.
Patrick was not that someone.
"NOW!" Patrick shouted, making Sam start. "Or all those years I gave back to Dean? I take them back and then some. Your brother will be nothing but dust."
Knees and legs wobbling, Sam shuffled forward a few steps and sank to his knees. The smell of liquor from Patrick swirled in waves around Sam. He gave himself a little pep talk, he could do this, he could. Mostly he'd only been with Dean or Jess. There'd been a few guys while Sam was in school, but he'd never done anything but hand jobs, too timid about going further. He'd been on the receiving end of a few blow jobs from guys, but the only man who ever put his cock in Sam's mouth or body had been his brother.
For the first time in a long time Sam was sick to his stomach afraid. This was certainly not what Dean had intended, and not what Sam wanted.
Bracing his hands against the chair on either side of Patrick's legs, Sam lowered himself far enough to take the head of Patrick's cock into his mouth. Running his tongue around the rim, he sucked in.
Patrick moaned, his hips bucked up and he grabbed Sam's hair, thrusting himself in deep and hard. It shocked Sam and made him gag. He tried to pull away but there was more than Patrick's hand in his hair holding him.
He couldn't move. His fingers gripped the edges of the chair as he fought against invisible restraints. The more he fought the harder and faster Patrick shoved into his mouth, groaning and panting, completely oblivious to Sam's fear and pain.
Struggling to breath, Sam didn't try to stop the tears that trickled down his cheeks. Their salt mixed with the salty sweat of Patrick. Crying out, Patrick's hips arched off the chair. Sam felt his 'master's' cock pulse and throb a few seconds before hot, bitter semen coated the back of his mouth and shot down his throat.
Letting go of Sam's hair, Patrick stroked through the silky strands, lifting the longer chunks away and sliding his fingers through, moaning, "Sammy."
Without warning Sam's freedom of movement returned. He fell back on his heels, and pulled one hand up, brushing Patrick's hand away. Choking and gagging he turned and rolled to his feet, mumbling apologies as he half ran, half fell at the bathroom. He barely got there in time before everything came back. His throat and mouth burning and sour, Sam heaved into the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach and kept right on dry heaving when there was nothing left to vomit out.
Wiping one shaking hand over his mouth, Sam turned and ran the water, rinsing out his mouth and washing off his face. There wasn't a sound from the other room and that was equally as frightening as what had just happened. Moving slowly and stiffly, Sam made his way back to the main room. It was empty. Heading to Patrick's door, Sam pushed against it, letting it swing open far enough he could see inside. Patrick was sprawled face down on the bed.
Sam supposed it was too much to ask for that the guy was dead. His suspicions were confirmed when Patrick snored…loudly.
Pulling the door shut, Sam went back and searched the main room for Patrick's phone, but it was gone. He went to his own room, curled on the bed and pulled the blankets and sheets around him, burying his face in the many pillows.
A few more days, Sam simply had to endure and survive a few more days. He'd lived through worse, and reminded himself of that. A few more days and he'd be safe and cared for with Dean.
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Patrick rolled over and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, letting the memories of Sam's mouth on his engorged, searing cock wash over him. Dean-fucking-Winchester thought he could pull one up on him, think again.
After Sam handed Patrick the phone he'd gone and jacked off, driving Patrick nuts with the sounds the boy made. Dean's words through the phone, "He does what I say simply because I say it, NOT because I threaten him. That's control."
"He came with me willingly and has done whatever I required—willingly." Patrick had returned.
Dean had snorted, which simply pissed Patrick off. "Threatening to kill his brother doesn't make it willing. He's mine. He listens to me, no matter what. He even listens to me and I'm not in the same fucking state."
Patrick would have preferred that Dean hear what went on after he'd called Sam from the bathroom, but Dean had ended the call before he could respond.
Sam had gotten on his knees and taken him in, so eager to please. Even when Patrick restrained the boy Sam had worked so hard to move to a better position to please his 'master'. Yes, Patrick was very happy, very excited. His relationship with Sam would move forward quite quickly now, he was sure.
He'd take Sam to meet this new client, deciding he'd stick around to watch his boy pleasure the older man. Sam would know Patrick was always there to provide and protect him while understanding Patrick would also always be around to ensure Sam had the proper training and dominance in his life. Sam craved that so much, now Patrick could give it to him in earnest.
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Patrick was up early excited to spend the day with Sam. Last night had been a roller coaster of an emotional ride but he felt he had ended up on top. Sam was his, he'd proved it. Now it was just time to cement that bond.
He let Sam sleep in and a little after 9 AM he heard Sam's shower and then shortly after that Sam made his appearance into the main part of the suite. His lovely boy was walking to him with his head in a submissive pose.
"Morning Sam." Patrick greeted in a light voice wanting Sam to know that he was no longer angry.
Sam flinched at the sound of Patrick's voice, and then looked up.
"Morning."
Sam's voice was hoarse and he seemed a bit pale. This had Patrick concerned that his boy was getting sick. He motioned for Sam to sit down at the dining table with him.
"Sam are you okay?" Patrick asked as Sam sat down.
"Throat's a bit sore and I didn't sleep well but I'll be okay." Sam replied quietly, eyes fixed blankly at the table in front of him.
"Oh Laddy, we can't have you getting sick on us. We have that big client lined up and I wanted to spend today getting you prepared, ready. Don't fret, I have a potion that will cure what ails you."
Patrick watched as Sam gave him a curious gaze. He smiled at the boy and stood crossing over to his bags. Patrick dug out a vile from the false bottom of his suitcase and then moved to stand in front of Sam.
"Drink this lad, it will take care of anything that might want to take you down. But I'll warn, ya it doesn't taste that appealing." Patrick handed the small vile over to Sam who reluctantly took it.
Patrick returned to his seat and motioned to Sam to drink. "Bottom's up Sam."
Sam grimaced as he opened the vile but then took a quick swig. The amber liquid disappeared quickly leaving Sam choking and gasping.
Patrick reached for a glass of water on the table and handed to a grateful Sam who drank the liquid down greedily. Once the water was gone, Sam's breathing returned to normal.
"You okay there lad?" Patrick asked with a smile.
"Tasted like ass, but yeah I'm okay." Sam replied with a raspy voice.
"Good, so a little breakfast and you should be good as new. In fact, our breakfast should be here very soon."
Sam nodded and reached for the water pitcher on the table. He quickly refilled his glass and took another drink before speaking.
"So you wanted to prepare me for the client?" Sam asked tentatively.
"Yes, this client is wanting your blood, seminal fluid with a little personal touch and a game of poker." Patrick replied confidently.
"Okay." Sam answered quietly.
"Now, the blood part you are used too. The seminal fluid collection went so badly last time that we will use a different method this time." Patrick paused watching Sam taking it in.
Sam shifted in his chair. "Can I ask how the method will be different this time?"
Patrick smirked it was fun having Sam unsure and under his control. "Well, this time we'll use a more traditional method. You and a cup in the bathroom. Just like you would give a sample at a fertility clinic only because the client wants to be sure that it is your fluid, he wants to watch."
Sam swallowed hard and nodded. "It might be hard for me to perform that function in front of him."
Patrick gave Sam a sly smile. "Thought of that, so we'll have a camera set up in the bathroom. I'll bring my webcam and laptop and we can watch you outside the bathroom. You'll have to just deal with it or then we might have to use the other method."
Sam's eyes went wide at the mention of the other method. "No, I can do it."
"Good boy. I knew you would be a champ about this. So once the blood and seminal fluid are collected then he wanted a few moments with you. He wants you to make him feel good."
Sam licked his lip nervously and it made Patrick want to kiss him. The kid really was fucking delicious.
"Okay," was all that Sam said to the last statement but Patrick could see it had him on edge.
"I promised not to whore you out Sam, I know that but the money offered was so much. I still refuse to let anyone fuck you and I'd prefer to be the only one receiving a blow job but a hand job you can handle. It won't be pleasant, but it is doable. He won't be allowed to get you off or touch you in an intimate way, and I will be nearby. I promise you that. In fact I'll probably set the camera up again for that. When we're done then I'll play him and we may take in his money and his life. So it would only be fitting that you give him one last orgasm for his last day here on earth huh?"
Patrick chuckled and he could tell that Sam really was on edge and need a release of some sort.
"Sam, why don't you go to your room and collect your thoughts. I will call you when breakfast arrives."
Sam looked at him nervously. "Yeah, okay."
The kid rose and moved quickly to his room.
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Sam had to steady his breathing. The idea of having to touch a stranger while Patrick watched had him uneasy. That and the fact he'd taken a potion that he had no clue about also had him on edge.
When he had drank it, the potion made his whole body feel on fire. Now he his throat was feeling numb and he didn't know if that was a good thing. At least the soreness wasn't there to remind him of Patrick forcing his cock on him.
Life sucked so much at the moment. Patrick was selling him like a piece of property and was treating him like a whore.
All he wanted was Dean and even though the month was almost up it seemed like an eternity until he'd be with Dean again. He just hoped Dean would forgive him for being with Patrick and another man.
A/N: A big thanks to BlueEyeDemonLiz and MidgeVS5 for the quick beta on this chapter. Another big thanks to all of you – who took time to review- it is very appreciated. Thanks for reading- more soon! :)