"Hey Sammy boy."
Sneaking up from behind Sammy on the couch while he was watching a movie, he pulled Sammy to him onto his lap.
He kept Sammy naked for the entire night to tease and taunt.
Reaching under with one finger he lightly scratched under Sammy's arm.
Teasing him he softly rubbed the pad of his index finger in agonizing circles around and around.
Smirking he heard Sammy gasp and watched him squirm but held him in his lap firmly.
Having placed a cock cage on Sammy an hour before he knew Sammy could not get off this way.
Very slowly he taunted in a whisper, "Does that tickle baby boy? Yeah? Cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie coo."
Gliding his tickling fingers up and around to his back he slowly dragged his finger up and down creating a relentless sensation watching Sammy shiver.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie coo Sammy."
Leaning Sammy back against him he whispered "Spread those legs for me Sammy boy."
Dean lets his eyes wander up and down Sammy's naked body on his lap.
"Gonna make you feel so good, Sammy. You have no idea what I can do to you. You'll be begging me to let you cum before you know it."
He lets his fingers circle down around Sam's nipples for a while brushing over the areolas, teasing them slowly to hardness.
Sliding his hand downward he let his fingers dance, stroke and tease his cock flicking it with his thumb over the cock head repeatedly.
Dean rubs the pads of his fingers teasingly on the sensitive inner thigh, all the way up to the warm crease where his groin met his thigh.
"Hahahahahaha mmmmmmm sssttoooppp."
"Poor baby can't take it can you? It feels so good doesn't it? Yeah you know you like it. Take it for me baby boy, just take it."
He strokes his hand just below Sam's cock first teasing him, but not touching.
Then he traces a fingertip along Sam's cock over the cotton fabric.
Dean gently runs just one finger over the now leaking cock head.
"I wanna see how long you can take it without begging for anything even with your body Sammy you cannot speak without permission but you can laugh."
With the opposite hand he lifted Sammy's arm up slightly and brushed Sammy's armpit again rubbing it so slowly with the pad of his thumb over and over in tantalizing circles.
Leaning in close to Sammy's ear he whispered teasingly, "Laugh for me baby come on I know you want to tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie coo."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha."
"That's it baby boy laugh for me I wanna see you lose it come on."
Dean loved to strip Sam down to pure desire and love and need, make him so hard and desperate for him that the lightest touch would make him writhe and beg.
Then he would give it all to him give him everything make him cum so hard that he would fall apart sobbing in Dean's arms.
He whispered, "Love watching you want me so bad, Sam. Need it. God so wet and hard for me."
Glancing down he continued to torture Sammy's cock slowly and relentlessly.
Dean stroked the length up and down, moving his palm and fingers in tight circles over the head.
Then he lightened his touch on Sam's cock just ghosting over it, so lightly.
Dean twined his fingers over Sam's cock working him harder now.
He took his other hand circling Sammy's nipple, and then pinched it lightly, watching his face contort with pleasure.
Lightly again he traced the side of Sammy's cock watching his face with a wicked grin as Sam tried to avoid the pleasure of his touch.
Moving down he teased and stroked the underside of his cock with the very tip of his fingers caressing him.
Dean brought him closer to the edge watching him shaking and gleaming with sweat.
He let his fingers brush against the length of Sam's cock up and down, feeling Sam shiver at the teasing contact.
Dean's fingers drew tiny playful light circles along Sammy's ticklish thigh, then lower, getting closer just to tease.
Then he squeezed Sam's cock, sliding his fist up and down and up and down so slowly and relentlessly, making Sam shake uncontrollably laying back watching him.
"Stay still Sammy boy just take what I give you."
Dean worked his cock slowly agonizingly slowly, totally in control.
With his other hand he created a spider like motion going so slowly up and down Sammy's spine watching him shiver at the ticklish motion.
He moved his thumb so lightly over the sensitive spot at the base of the head of his cock over and over making Sam cry out.
Taking the hand that was tickling Sammy's spine, he then brought around and with his fingers he closed down on his hard little nipples, pinching lightly making Sam cry out.
His lips found the sensitive spot behind Sammy's ear and teased it, increasing the pinch of his fingertips until Sam was panting, moaning and begging.
Reaching down then he ever so lightly tickled across Sammy's tummy keeping his eyes trained on his face.
Quietly he taunted in his ear, "tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie cootchie coo."
Dean rotated his hand on Sam's cock as he moved it up and down, trailing his fingertips along the underside of Sammy's shaft.
Then he pivoted his palm and closed his fingers over the head, dropping down to cradle and tug at his balls, then making long strokes from the tip to the base.
He took hold of Sam's cock and worked it with one hand, slowly, so slowly, bringing him to the edge and backing off again and again.
Gliding his hands up, he gently rubs and plays with Sammy's hard little nipples, while pressing kisses to his neck.
Continuing upward slightly he whispers, "Lift those arms outward for me a bit baby boy. Yeah there ya go just like that."
Dean lets his fingertips start to drag so slowly down his touch feather light ghosting along his brother's pale skin.
He dragged just the pads of his fingertips slowly and maddeningly light down his biceps and up again, then back down trailing closer each time to the hollows.
With both hands he traced light agonizing circles under Sammy's arms, watching his body shiver with every ticklish stroke.
"Keep those arms up for me baby just take it for me. Yeah I know it tickles my sweet baby boy. Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie coo. Take it just take it."
He kept up the motion, transitioning from smaller circles to wider ones, all the while slowly breaking Sam down.
Sam could feel Dean's soft fingertips tormenting his sensitive skin as he teased in his ear playfully, "Oh yeah cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie coo Sammy boy tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."
Dean's nails and fingertips scrabbled along the sensitive skin, his fingers occasionally pinching lightly at the muscles there.
Once again changing tactics Dean glanced at Sammy's face grinning wickedly as he ever so slowly ran a finger down the arch of one of his squirming bare feet.
Then he reached over and did the same to the opposite foot watching his face while he softly, tickle tortured them.
"Does this tickle Sammy boy? Yeah? I think you like that baby tickle tickle tickle tickle."
With one hand he slid it tauntingly up Sammy's thighs and to his tummy, letting his fingers just drag and tease and skitter all over his belly.
"Mmmmm remember that night baby boy when dad tied you up on his lap, and he and I had you completely at our mercy? He so slowly tickled up and down your spine? And I would just stroke your cock make you beg Just. Like. This."
As he teased his fingers in Sammy's lower back slightly whispering, "Sssshhh take it Sammy just take it tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie."
Reaching down Dean gave one light teasing stroke and rub to Sammy's cock before tickling him again.
"ha ha ha ha mmmmm."
"Yeeeaaahhh my ticklish baby boy daddy just wants to sweet tickle you like this so wet for me baby tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."
Dean slowed his tickling to a very erotic pace, making Sam moan in lust and slow agonizing pleasure.
Teasing a finger up and down Sammy's helplessly shivering spine Dean whispered, "You remember those ice cube sticks that we just let melt as they tickled your back like this, and all over? Maybe we should try that again see how long you can take it."
Getting up for a moment from behind Sammy, Dean grabbed a piece of cloth smirking, as he approached placing it over Sammy's eyes.
Reaching in to the refrigerator, he grabbed a couple of ice cube sticks, and snuck up from behind Sammy around to the front.
Pulling Sammy forward closer into his lap, he tickled them agonizingly slowly down the middle of his back, then up and down his sides, before moving it slowly at the top of his crack.
With the other Dean teased his now ice cold erect nipples.
"Hahahahahahahaha mmmmmmmmm."
"That's it ssssshhhhhhh yeah ya like that tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie."
Dean runs his hands up and down Sammy's smooth ticklish warm skin, up his abdomen and chest, down his sensitive sides again, over the muscles of his thighs.
Continuing he teases along the insides of his legs, smoothing his hands over Sam's groin, left and right from his straining cock, running his fingertips through his pubic hair.
Sam lets out a huffy breath, closing his eyes when Dean's fingertips just brush over his straining erection, and Dean smiles wickedly as Sam's cock twitches.
His fingers curl around Sammy's cock and Sam hisses as the hold tightens.
"Penny for your thoughts."
Dean murmurs, running his free hand over lightly tickling his belly in slow teasing circles.
Sam just moans and bites his lips.
His eyes squeeze shut tightly when Dean runs his thumb so slowly over the crown of his cock.
A drop of pre-cum oozes from the slit, and Dean spreads it over his sensitive cock-head lazily.
"So soon Sammy? I won't let you outta this at least for a few hours yet."
"If you keep that up…. Maybe…"
Another drop seeps out and it feels smooth and silky against Dean's fingertips.
"Do you want that?" Dean asks as he playfully pumps Sam's cock once with a loose, teasing grip.
"Do you want me to keep this up Sam? Hmmmm?"
"I don't kknnnoow man."
Sam pants heavily, his back arching and his thrusting upwards into Dean's hand.
"Okay," Dean grins and raises his hands in the air.
"If you're not sure…"
Sam curses under his breath and his fingers dig into his thighs so hard the skin underneath turns white.
"Shit, oh shit…"
Dean watches with amusement Sam's dick strain and twitch as he listens to Sammy's struggles to even his breathing a bit.
Can you cum like this Sammy? Without me even touching you at all?"
"Fuck!"
Sam raises his head and looks at him frantically.
His fingers are at the base of his cock before Dean knows it, and squeezing down hard.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck - -"
Dean moves back a little folding his arms grinning watching Sam fight against his own body, forcing himself to hold back, trying so hard not to cum.
He lets out a chuckle as his mouth moves silently and seems to be torn between lying back against him and sitting up.
Sammy's skin is covered in layers of sweat.
"God you look so gorgeous like this," Dean says quietly, his fingers itching to go back to touching him again.
"Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?"
"You feel my hand just graze your ticklish skin making you squirm helplessly?"
Sam moaned arching his back and his hips up desperate for contact.
Dean smirked as Sammy's body bucked even as he restrained him.
He began slowly tickling his brother's nude form.
"Does that tickle?" Dean enquired.
"Yes!" Squeaked Sammy as he began writhing in delicious torture at the very soft touch.
Pulling Sam again into his lap, Dean begins running his fingernails over Sam's bare belly.
"Hahahahahaha no ha no ha no please no ha ha ha ha stop hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Dean does not answer him he just smiles and keeps flicking his nails over his brother's soft belly, scratching so lightly.
No De hahahahahahahahahaha ahhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh aaaaaaa!"
He puts a finger right in his belly button and Sam goes hysterical.
Tears pour out of Sam's eyes and he just screams with laughter music to Dean's ears.
Finally, for a moment he stops and says, "Poor baby."
Dean strokes his cheek and kisses him on the forehead, as he struggles to breath.
He kisses his neck and a low moan escapes Sam's lips.
Dean grinned wickedly knowing his neck was sensitive.
He kisses his throat again then wipes away the tears from his face.
"You sound so hoarse poor poor baby make sure you don't scream too loud huh?"
Slowly only using one fingertip from each hand, he this time flicks them in the gentle soft hollow under each arm.
The sensation is like an electric shock shooting through Sam's body.
Dean smiles as he feels the laughter wanting to build up inside him, as he keeps swirling those two little fingertips in his underarms.
"Poor little Sammy," Dean taunts in his ear, "Poor little helpless Sammy. Does that tickle? Hhm? Does it tickle poor little Sammy when daddy does this?"
Dean is swirling his fingers even slower now, dragging out the sensation.
It feels like it takes the fingers an hour to cross every inch of his delicate skin.
Sam's entire universe has been reduced to the slow swirling of a finger in each of his armpits.
Now Dean is doing slow figure eights in his armpits.
His nails curve along the outside of the underarms, then swoop through its very center before going back.
For a moment Dean playfully roles Sam's nipple making him moan deeply.
He then started to tickle him all over his belly, making sure to get in the navel.
Dean could see his stomach contracting with every touch.
He began to knead and prod his sides, making sure to get in between each individual rib.
Dean took as long as he could but wanting so badly to just, hear him laugh.
By this time Sam's hair was all sweaty and matted over his face.
Slowly, Dean barely let one finger touch under the smooth surface of Sam's arm.
Undaunted, he placed another finger under the other arm.
Dean could not believe he was thrashing and he only had two fingers not even moving yet.
He could see by Sam's nipples he was actually enjoying this pleasurable torture.
So he started to trace his fingers around and around in a circle around his nipples.
Sam started to moan out of helpless pleasure.
Dean taunted in his ear, "Are you enjoying this? You like that?"
He finally couldn't resist and started to knead his fingers into his so sensitive underarms.
Then slowing down, he moved his arms and legs and put him into a slight spread eagle position.
He then brushed his fingers just barely over the hypersensitive flesh of his exposed armpits.
Then he went directly for his sides, and started to knead his fingers into them.
Dean swirled his finger in his belly button.
He traced his fingers lightly from his stomach up his sides, and lazily drew circles around his nipples.
Sam was definitely getting turned on from this.
Then he switched from the nipples back to his armpits, just teasing figure eights again and again.
He very lightly traced his fingers over the surface of his ribs.
This elicited a stream of giggles from Sam.
Dean lightly drew his fingers up and around his nipple, up over his shoulders, down his spine, back up, then across the inside of his arms.
Reaching with the other hand he so slowly traced his index finger up and down his left sole, a little spot just beneath his big toe and his body started to quiver.
"Does that tickle Sammy?"
Dean began lightly scratching his right foot, while playing with his toes on the left.
His big brother's fingers were so soft and teasing, and he expertly found the most sensitive spots.
Dean drew little patterns on the bottom of Sam's feet driving him slowly insane.
"Aaaahhh remind me where those worst spots are huh armpits?"
A hand so light it felt like a feather stroke slid down Sammy's left armpit while keeping his eyes locked on his brother's.
Sam tried to squirm away only to have another quickly stroke up his right ribcage ever so lightly.
"Ribs?"
Stroking his fingers across Sammy's tummy back and forth he whispered, "Yeah is it the tummy?"
Reaching back he used one or two fingers to tease the spine up and down asking, "How about the back huh?"
Both hands suddenly began working their way between his helpless ribs.
Sam's back arched, and he laughed and bucked, thrashed, and laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.
Both hands were now very methodically working on his exquisitely ticklish ribs, and on his heaving belly without mercy.
Dean's fingers ran from the insides of his upper arms through his hyper ticklish armpits, down his ribs to his waist and back again.
Suddenly Dean teased as he swirled a finger slowly up the inside of Sam's leg to just below his balls, and Sam jumped in Dean's hold making him smirk.
Then Dean started running his finger around in torturous circles right there just under his balls.
With another hand Dean lightly, gently, relentlessly rubbed both his nipples, rolling them playfully making Sam moan in pleasure.
Dean again reached down and slowly traced up and down one of his balls, never stopping the motion moving his finger up and down his cock relentlessly.
He used the other hand to continue to tease back and forth from one nipple to the other, keeping his eyes locked on Sam squirming in his arms.
Sam whimpered and thrashed around as Dean purposefully took long slow strokes.
"Just relax, I'm gonna make you cum over and over for me nice and slow."
Sam relaxed a little as Dean continued to stroke his dick.
He moaned when Dean stopped seeing Sam's heavy breathing and clenched fists.
"Oh sorry kiddo were you gonna cum?"
Then he continued to stroke so slowly, and slowed down even more.
Sam started to bounce a little making Dean smirk.
As soon as he could tell he was on the edge Dean stopped again, making Sam moan helplessly.
"I will let you cum when I want you to, understand? Your dick is mine now relax!"
Again he started to slowly stroke his dick, and again he bounced up and down.
Dean grabbed the base of his cock with his other hand and continued stroking his dick, but this time, gripped harder and took very slow strokes up and down his shaft.
After about twenty minutes, Sam tensed again, and Dean decided to let him cum but never sped up.
He wanted that urge to slowly build up and keep him on the edge of cumming.
Dean then noticed he tried to flex his muscles, and he knew he was ready.
Sam moaned and grunted making a wicked smirk come to Dean.
He just continued to slowly stroke his cock waiting for him to shoot.
Sam started panting and finally shot his load.
Afterward Dean went straight for his cockhead again.
Sam was still cumming while Dean polished his cockhead.
Then Dean went back to work using his cum he lubed Sam's dick, as he started bouncing in his arms helplessly.
"Why are you so surprised? I told you I was gonna make you cum over and over relax bro."
Since Sam had just cum he knew his dickhead was still sensitive, so that is what he focused on.
Sam was going wild as Dean held onto the base of his cock with one hand and the other one polished his dickhead.
Sam started sweating and that's when he knew he had Sam right where he wanted him.
He continued working his dickhead for a solid hour.
Dean then switched back to his cock, lubing up his dick with cum, he continued stroking him slowly.
Sam began to cum at least six times and Dean was still stroking his cock very light and teasing.
As he started to resist Dean said, "Relax don't move you move and I'll make you cum a couple more times."
Sam finally loosened up and relaxed as Dean continued stroking his dick with one hand and held onto the base with the other.
Dean didn't want him to try to get away so he took long slow agonizing strokes from the base to his cockhead.
Glancing around at Sam he just laid there motionless and grunted every so often.
"Remember don't move. If you even move a finger I'll make you cum again. Just relax."
Dean continued stroking his dick and looked to see Sam's face from time to time.
Sam just laid there, and grunted a little.
Changing his mind he decided to concentrate on his cockhead again.
Sam tensed up a little and shook his head from side to side.
"You're doing fine just relax."
Dean worked his cockhead for about ten minutes, then went back to slow strokes up and down his hard shaft.
He noticed Sam was close to cumming again because his fists were tense against him, so he teased by slowing down even more.
He really wanted to get to his brother and five minutes later his body tensed again.
Dean gripped his dick harder and continued stroking his cock.
Without any warning he lifted one hand and gently began kneading Sam's sides and armpits again relentlessly, but dragging it out teasing him.
He lifted up Sammy's arm, and dragged his finger down the elbow circling near the armpit, before returning, and just brushing the underarm.
Grabbing the other arm with the opposite hand he again just lightly brushed.
Watching his brother's painful expression as he moaned and giggled he smirked.
"Like this baby boy? All restrained helpless, nowhere to go just beg and take it."
"Ya know I remember Sammy punishments from dad he used to have you stand naked just like this, and just cootchie your tummy so slowly god you were so sensitive no matter how much you sobbed and begged he kept teasing you like this."
"Mmmmm tickle tickle tickle tickle little boy take it baby cootchie cootchie."
Sam could feel the relentless soft pads of his brother's fingers teasing his armpits so slowly.
The other hand Dean let his fingers just skirt and dance playfully around his sides, tummy, neck and chest.
Dean glided his fingers out of Sammy's armpits, back around to his neck and down his spine making him arch his back.
Sam moaned and giggled making Dean smirk at his helplessness, teasing it out whispering, "That's it moan for me baby let me know it feels good tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie coo."
Dean then tweaked Sammy's nipples circling and tickling them.
He suddenly strokes his length again running a teasing thumb over the head, smiling as Sam whimpers in response.
He put his hands on both sides of Sam's chest, slowly dragging his fingertips down at the bit of skin near his sides.
Sam squirmed making Dean smile brighter, as his light fingers wiggled at his lower sides.
Dean's hands moved slowly along his sides, tickling the soft flesh there, teasing his ribs, coming up to dig under his arms very slow, gentle and teasing.
His fingers then skitter down his back like spiders, from the nape of Sam's neck to the small of his back relentlessly.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle Sammy my sweet baby boy you really need to cum don't you?"
Dean whispers tauntingly as he trails a fingertip lightly along his cock just teasing.
With a few more strokes finally Dean was merciful and said, "Cum for me Sammy boy."
Sam screams in pleasure, but knowing Dean had more in store for him, collapsed in exhaustion.