Same boys from first story but they tell about cases they were on and stuff. Not a continuing chapter!

Boys will narrate each new episode of this storyline so please expect them to be the same boys every time now, not different boys! They are the kinky ones from the first installment so keep that in mind.

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(The boys are in a room, much like before and Dean is speaking into the webcam.)

Hi, there, Kinky Winchester fans, This is Dean Winchester and that's Sam over there. Wave to the fans, Sammy! *He is in bondage gear and chained to the ceiling.*

*Sam waves as best as he can and the camera pans back to Dean.*

We are adding another adventure to our little series here. Now that I have my Sammy where he wants to be, I am getting ready to whip his gorgeous body with that whip there.

*Pans the cam to show the whip*

He insisted. Kinky bastard. *Sam makes sound in gag* nods for Dean to come to him.

'Mmmph, mmh mhpph hmmmh.' Sam says.

Dean removes the gag for a moment.

"We were recently on a case involving priest costumes and well, we know you like us in them. So I told him to tell you about our recent case. And what his twisted mind thought up." Sam says then adds, "Not that I'm complaining really, it was fun! " Sam says and smiles now, "I'm done, gag me again."

*Dean puts it back in and fastens it again*

You heard the man, I have to start at the beginning but you know how we got there, did the research and looked into it, we drove my Impala of course. We went to see the widow to see what happened in her own words, but, damn, don't you know sometimes the things we wear just give me ideas…my Sammy being the kinky slut he is, well, he never says no!

*blows him a kiss and leers, touching the whip thinking*

I have to go punish my sexy slut over there, but in the meantime, let me tell you about the case we just did and, may I say, Sam was so sexy in that priest outfit, man was built for sin…

It all started the usual way, we were interviewing witnesses, this time the grieving widow of the murdered man, and the widow got clingy!

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They were playing priests again. They didn't mind it too much but the crying widow that had latched onto Dean's shoulder was annoying him. "It's alright to talk more." He said and hoped she would open up or at least get him a towel; his shirt was soaked!

"He was so normal! Then he attacked Josh and pushed his way in and…" She sobbed again. They sighed but looked interested and sympathetic.

"Normal, as in he changed somehow? Physically or what?" Sam asked, looking at Dean, worried.

"His eyes! I…they were…different! After he got inside, he just…I ran with the kids and…Josh was dead!" She sobbed into Sam's shoulder now and he patted her back, soothed her. Dean gave him a look and smiled. Sam shot him a look meant to take the look off his face but it only made him smirk more.

"Mrs, Wolcott, it's okay, but tell us, his eyes, how were they different?" Sam asked and she sniffled.

"They were black, pitch black, no pupil or anything!" she cried.

"And did you know the man, the one that attacked, had you see him before?" Dean asked and she nodded.

"He was…I had an affair a few months ago, and broke it off almost right away…Josh forgave me! But David, he wouldn't let go, he kept coming around so we moved almost a thousand miles away! I sinned, Fathers, I know. I have done my confession here at church and am paying penance. We were happy again, he was trusting me again, and then…It was David but he wasn't like himself, he was so cold, like a man possessed or something." She said and they nodded, looking at each other again. Demon!

"And do you know where David is now?" Sam asked gently.

"I told the police but they said he wasn't there." She said.

"Any places he might go, other than there?" Sam asked.

"He knew this guy that lived here but he wouldn't…" She sighed, "Paul Dinette, west 34th street, he talked about him while we were…dating."

"Have you told the cops this?" Dean asked, not wanting to run into them right now.

"No, should I?" she said.

"Nah, probably not there. It's not likely he'd be there, you said so yourself." Sam added and she nodded.

"They had a huge falling out when we were together, he wouldn't go there!" she said and they saw she had convinced herself of it by now. Good, no cops to get involved.

They left soon after and headed back to change.

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Sam was undoing a button when Dean stopped him by kissing him into a wall.

"Dean, we need to change to go get the demon!" Sam objected but smiled, saw Dean wasn't going to allow that right now.

"Leave them on, Sammy, I have a fantasy." Dean said. His hand was already in Sam's pants and stroking him roughly. He was kissing that sexy neck and sucking it lightly so as to not leave a mark right now.

"Oh, yeah?" Sam gave a soft moan and his hips were moving into Dean's hand more now. "What of?"

"Excommunicated priest seduces another priest." Dean said seductively. He was kissing along Sam's jaw and his other hand was moving down Sam's ass to his hole with stealthy precision now. The fingertips lightly brushed him there and Sam grabbed his shoulders hard, wanting more now.

"So who is who?" Sam asked. He hoped he was bottom; he wanted Dean to fuck him so much right now!

"I'm the excommunicated priest, you are trying to counsel me. I seduce you and you get excommunicated, too." Dean said. "I fuck you and it gets you excommunicated, baby." A finger was pushing into him now and he fucked back onto it, Dean grinned, "You are such a whore, baby. Need to fucked often and well, don't you?"

"Yes, often and so damn well! Want you inside me!" Sam moaned as he added another finger, and brushed the prostate.

Hmmm, Sam liked this idea.

"Not yet. You have to take my confession. Then I'm going to seduce you. and then I'm going to fuck you so you can't walk straight later. Then I am going to bend you over and do it again. After we gank the demon, of course. Gonna ride your ass all night." Dean said and Sam looked at him nervously. Looked at the box on the bed they had brought in earlier.

"Will you use that on me later?" He bit a lip and Dean paused to look in the box. It was a whip and bondage gear, cuffs that hooked his hands and feet to each other. Blindfold and gag. "I know, I asked before. This is the way I am, you agreed to love me anyway. I need this tied up and beaten thing right now, would you do it?' He sighed, was it too hard core for Dean? "I could get someone to do it with you supervising if you aren't comfortable with it. They wouldn't actually touch me physically, just whip me for you. If you can't bring yourself to do it. I rented us a room at the club tonight, at 11pm until 2am. I was hoping you would like to learn to…"

He looked down now. Dean softened and approached him, "I said I would love to play with your kinky side and I meant it, we'll do that tonight. I might need help getting you into that gear though. Didn't they chain the person up or something? Saw it in that porn thing we watched last week." Dean commented, fixing Sam's suit again, getting ready for his fantasy first.

"Yes, but I have those reserved already. They will be brand new and waiting for us in the room. I can show you how to hook them up." Sam said and Dean nodded, smiling, "Kinky Sammy, that is going to be fun. I don't make you bleed or anything, do I?" He didn't want to make Sam bleed that way!

"No, I like it where I almost bleed but don't. I like it painful." Sam admitted, "They have nurses and first aid if we get too crazy. I also asked for a first aid kit to be put in so you can apply salve to the marks and gauze. I only do this kind of thing once or twice a month. It takes a while to heal from."

"Oh, well, I can do that! I don't need a nurse. I won't get too crazy. I don't want to hurt you too much." Dean said and smiled, "Only as much as you want me to." Then he leered, "I need a costume, too, baby."

"Well, there are shops that would have your sizes. We could get it after the case is done." Sam suggested, "They have male dominatrix gear. Complete with toys and clip on stuff."

"Hmm, I have to check that out then." Dean purred happily, he was looking forward to it! "But right now, Father Sam, I have confessions to make." He grabbed two chairs and had them face each other at the foot of their bed. They only got single rooms now.

Sam took his seat and Dean faced him.

They got into character, sort of.

Sam did his best priestly impression.

Dean just appeared contrite but leered at the same time.

Sam asked, "Father Dean, I am aware of your status with the church but agreed to counsel you. What would you like to discuss?" Dean leaned in and ran hands up his thighs again, up the zipper over his dick. Making it jump under his touch.

"Father Sam, I have all these urges and thoughts, they plague me." Dean said, undoing his pants as he spoke.

"What thoughts, what urges? Tell me." Sam said and moaned softly, as a hand rubbed inside the zipper a little now.

"I want to touch your body, touch your dick, think It would be huge, so hard…I want suck it and make you cum on my mouth, then see you on your knees sucking me, while I lube your fine ass." Dean said as pulled Sam's dick out now, working it as it got harder under his touch. "Have so many impure thoughts about you…I want kiss along your body, sucking and touching your muscles, play with your nipples until they're hard. Then I want to take you in my mouth again, lick up your dick and suck your balls."

"Gets me so hard! Want to cum for you, inside you…over and over, Father Sam…" Dean said.

"We shouldn't, I'm trying to help you here." Sam said and thrust up anyway.

"But Father, don't you want to? Am I that bad that you don't want me?" Dean said and Sam moaned, trying to be priestly but failing. "I can tell you want me to, why not just do it?"

"But it's a sin, Father!" Sam was seriously getting off on this fantasy, and the things Dean is doing to his dick should really be illegal with Dean as the most dangerous offender! Sam would arrest him himself, then make him ride his dick all night long, damn straight! "We shouldn't do this." He said, and moaned as Dean kissed up his thigh and pulled his pants lower, edging them off his legs now. Now he was working the buttons on Sam's shirt, kissing and licking up his torso as he worked his shirt off. Sam pretended to fight it.

"Fuck me, Father…you make me want to sin…" Dean whispered into his ear and Sam nearly lost it but tried to stick with the fantasy. Dean managed to work his shirt off now and stood. He undressed as well then got on his knees again, sucking him some more while fingering his own ass open for him, "Want you inside me, Father, it's not wrong if we really want it…"

Okay, give Dean horns and a tail, and make him red and, yeah, you got it! Sam rapidly felt his ability to work out ways to keep this fantasy going away now, man was talking him into sin and damn he wasn't even a priest…man was the devil himself, a green eyed one!

He felt cold liquid on him and smiled, knowing he wouldn't have to pretend much longer. He looked up and tried to say, "But, Father Dean!" and was silenced with a kiss. Dean straddled him and slid down, working him deep into him now. Then he worked his hips up and down a few times to get a rhythm now, then kissed along Sam's neck, almost making him lose it. "So sexy, Father, let me turn you to sin…fuck me, Father…" Dean whispered. Again Sam pictured him with horns and tails and thought he should have that job!

"Father Dean!" Sam's hands went to his hips and guided him now, grasping him hard and working him faster onto him now, "I'm…make sin for you…!" Dean smiled and kissed him now, tongues and mouths working harder now, driving them to fuck more. "So…so close…gonna…D!"

"Cum inside me, Father Sam, be with me now…" Dean moaned as his hands grabbed Sam's shoulders and fell back using his hands there to hold him up, then leaned back. Sam's hands went to his waist and made him fuck onto him harder now.

Then Sam fell onto the bed with him underneath him and pounded into him harder now, going deeper. He kissed along Dean's body and sucked his nipples, and up to his neck and jaw, and they kissed deeply for what seemed like hours while Sam stroked Dean's dick in time with his thrusts and Sam begged, "I'm close, so close…are you?" He wanted Dean to cum with him.

"Yes, cumming…fuck…cumming!" Dean swore and shouted incoherently as he came hard between them and Sam came from his muscles tightening on him and shouted Dean's name as well. "Now you're excommunicated, too." Dean said and smiled seductively.

"Not yet, I need to take more confessions from you, baby." Sam said leering back. Now he lay down and lifted his hips, as Dean lubed them up. Thrusting into Sam now. Sam cried out in pleasure and smiled. Dean leaned down to kiss him and sighed happily, "Bless us, Father. Cause we fully intend to sin!"

And they spent the next hour doing just that, and eventually Father Sam came screaming, and was finally officially Excommunicated!

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They picked the lock to Mr. Dinette's apartment. The first thing that hit them was the smell. Death, old death. Damn it! They saw the yellow powder on the floor and window as well. They saw the body on the floor and left.

"Guess David did have issues with Paul Dinette." Dean said bitterly and sighed. "He isn't coming back here."

"But he is obsessed with her. And I'm betting the demon will keep using that ruse still." Sam pointed out, "We should stake out her house. He'll show there."

"But there are kids there, we can't risk them." Dean said and Sam nodded.

"We could hide them." Sam suggested, "We'll hide in the house, leave the door open. He'll come in and we'll trap him"

"Could work, say we're worried he'll come back..." Dean thought that could work.

"Well, we should hurry then." Sam said and they got in, heading to the house. The widow bought the whole thing, which was the truth without telling the truth. Great, creative truth telling, wonder if it was related to creative lying? Sam thought in amusement, "We lead such interesting lives, baby."

"Yeah, I noticed." Dean said as they watched the door in a nook behind the stairs.

The demon came in and looked around, and got stuck in the trap. The boys came out and smiled.

"She isn't here." Dean said and opened the book to the ritual. "But we are."

"Hunters!" It growled and hissed as Sam tossed holy water on it. Dean saw it eying the trap and read the ritual faster, no demon was going to break his damn trap! Moments later it flew through the ceiling and the host body fell to the ground, dead as it had been for months now. They left quickly and told her the guy had showed up and fell at the door. Then called the cops when they were far enough away.

They got a motel closer to the club and waited for their date.

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Intermission Time!

("You were such a sinner, Sammy!" Dean whispers, Sam chuckles.

"Yeah, but you drove me to it, you devil you." Sam said and moans. "Stop that. I'm narrating here."

"Uh huh…" Dean said and kisses lower now.

"Sexy Fucker!" Sam said and eyes the camera, "Well, while Dean ruins my intro, let's see how it went at the kink club, shall we? Suck it, baby!" He orders and smiles at Dean. "Yeah, now you obey that order! Disobedient man."

"Nah, I just know which orders are worth obeying…" Dean leers at the camera. "Enjoy the show. I know I did!" )

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They paid for the room with cash and Sam's membership card was swiped. "Mr. Winchester, will this be an open room or private?"

Sam chuckled at Dean's jealous expression, "Private, from now on, it's Private. Can you mark that in my information please?" Dean eyed him with a possessive look.

"Damn straight." Dean mumbled and the receptionist gave him a look. He wisely said nothing and changed the status in the computer now.

"It's marked, sir." The man said.

"Are my items up here or in the room?" Sam asked and the man handed him a box.

"The first aid kit is in the room next to the other items you specified as well." The man said and Sam took the clipboard and signed in. "You have room 7 until 2:00 in the morning, Sir." He offered them a do not disturb sign which Dean grabbed immediately; it was so going on the door!

Now they headed to their room and Dean changed into his, it was all damn straps! Sam had to help fasten them all but he finally got it on. Then Sam got out his bondage outfit. He groaned. There were so many things to tie on it! "Dean, help!" Dean eyed his lover's nude form and leered but went to help. His whole backside was bare and most of it was straps, too. Haven't these people ever heard of Velcro! The torso piece was held on with a G-string and a strap around the waist, which seemed to be missing. "Dean, the strap, it's missing."

"No, it was right there." Dean said and sighed. Now he looked on the floor and found where it had fallen. "Got it." He threaded it through the loops then fastened it in the back. "Is that collar too tight?"

"No, it's fine. Hook it now." Sam said and Dean did. His hands were secured together over his head now as well. "My safeword is Unicorn."

"Seriously?" Dean gave him a look and Sam shrugged. "Ready?"

"When you are." Sam said and waited, "Start hard, okay? I like to almost bleed but not quite. Step back a bit so your blows will be harder that way. Swing wide."

"Okay, Sammy, um, the gag?" He held it up.

"Crap, almost forgot. Put it in, would you?" Sam opened his mouth and Dean adjusted it, then fastened it when it was comfortable.

"There, Ready?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. Dean took his time, adjusting the whip and swung, brushing his back and moved forward. Swung again, this time it ripped at his back and down to his ass, leaving light welts. He swung harder now and it left darker welts now, Sam arched and moaned into his gag. Not hard enough.

Dean swung again and this time it almost broke the skin and Sam arched hard, head going back, getting hard. Dean ran and put the ring on the table onto him, fastening it, Sam rolled his eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah, new to this, remember?"

Sam nodded and smiled around his gag.

"I love you, Sammy." Dean said. He kissed Sam's cheek.

Sam nodded and rubbed into his touch. A silent 'I love you, too.'

Dean went back to whipping again. He did it like before. He watched in fascination as the whip caressed along his lover's back and left dark welts along it. Almost bleeding but not quite. He worked his back then moved lower, catching his legs and ass now. Ten or so minutes later, he stopped and went to Sam now. He knelt behind him and slipped his strap-on into him and turned it on medium. Then he smiled and knelt in front of him.

He sucked him now and Sam fucked his mouth hard. Dean got an idea. He put the chair facing him as he stood in front of Sam and lined up while pulling one of his legs up on the seat part of the chair. He worked himself open with some lube and his fingers then put some onto Sam. Then he pressed back onto him and worked himself onto him. Once all in, he thrust back and felt Sam thrust into him now. Their thrusts soon met each other and it got harder fast. Dean reached back and grabbed his ass with his hands, holding him closer to make it easier for him to fuck him. Sam went deeper now and moaned loudly into his gag now, shouts muffled as well.

Dean was close and stroked himself with one hand and the other held Sam close as he thrust into him deeper and harder still. He removed the ring from Sam and they came hard. Dean shouted and moaned as Sam fucked him through their orgasms and clawed at Sam's ass as he came himself.

Then he removed the gag and kissed him, they moaned as they got lost in it. Once they broke the kiss, Sam begged, "Fuck me, baby!"

Dean smiled and asked, "My choice of how?"

"Yes, your choice." Sam smiled and then Dean lubed him up. Using fingers to open him, he lubed up as well. Then he pulled Sam's legs around his waist and removed the strap on. Then he grabbed his ass working him closer and holding him still to thrust in. Sam's legs tightened around his waist more now. They moved harder and deeper now, then came shouting again, Dean's fingers gripping his welted ass and making Sam cum again from the pain alone.

They cleaned off and Dean asked, "Are we done or do you want whipped more?" He saw the welts and wasn't sure.

"More please." Sam said, "Whip ten minutes, rest two, then ten minutes more." He smiled again, "Then fuck me again."

"I'd like that." Dean said and asked, "You want the gag in?"

"Yes." Sam said. Dean put the gag back in and prepared to whip him again.

They took their time and whipped Sam as he asked then fucked him, then did it all again. They left the club at 2 am and Sam was covered all along his back and legs with salve and gauze on the bad parts. Dean didn't feel bad because Sam had said he always ended up like this and it would heal. He liked the way it felt and Dean had been amazing tonight. He even offered to do the same with Dean if he was interested. Dean considered it.

They headed home to their room and Sam cuddled up to Dean that night, laying on his side. Both smiled happily and moved closer now. And marveled at what they had just done, looking forward to doing it again later.

His very very Kinky Sammy would like it that way.

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