(Kinks and Cuffs_Winchester Style)
(Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and its characters but I do own Dante Finch, so hands off ladies, lol. I do like to borrow the boys sometimes, they got style, flare, and oh, yeah, are drop-dead sexy.)
Plot: They had a good hunt and now it's time to play, with kinky sex and leather cuffs featuring my favorite porn subjects, Sam and Dean. Who knew they would be capable of that? Wait, is that a knife? Damn they are kinky!
Warning: Explicit Wincest, explicit language, and schmoop warning.
Please read if you like this kind of thing.
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Sam and Dean barely made it to their room, their kisses and touches scorching them, the smell of their cologne turning them on beyond all control. Sam pushed Dean roughly onto the bed, yanking off his pants, after quickly unfastening them first. He tugged off his underwear, tossing them away, the sight of Dean hard in front of him too much to resist. He pulled off his own clothes quickly, tossing them away, pulling Dean's shirt off of him as well. Once naked, they growled in mutual desire and need, wanting to take each other and needing each other so bad they couldn't think straight.
The hunt had caused them to get extra excited tonight and they had waited as long as they could to resist their urges.
Dean crawled up to the dangling cuffs and waited for Sam to hook them onto his wrists. Sam did and checked them, asking Dean if they were too tight, Dean had said to make them tighter, feeling like a little tighter cuffs tonight. Sam smiled and made them so tight they almost cut of Dean's circulation but didn't, Dean gasped in pleasure at how tight they were, how confining. "Knife." Dean's eyes shot to the knife and Sam picked it up, eyes waiting orders, holding back the desire the scene unfolding was creating in him. "No cut, no blood, stroke skin but no actual cut, want to feel it against my skin, rubbing into it but not cutting." Dean moaned eyeing the silver blade with anticipation.
"I don't know, Dean, I might cut you accidentally. I did last time." Sam wasn't as good at knife play as Dean was, he was still learning this one.
"That's okay. I like that too, Baby." Dean said as Sam let the side of the blade stroke Dean's skin. "Blade cover is the drawer, Sammy, it covers the blade so you won't cut me. I bought it last week so we could do this first chance we got."
"Kinky Bitch." Sam grinned and opened the drawer. He saw the clear blade cover and snapped it onto the knife, testing it to make sure it wouldn't come off. It wasn't going to.
"But you like it." Dean smirked and moaned as Sam let the silver blade brush along his inner thigh, along his member and down the other side, in slow hard strokes, weaving a path as it went.
"We using safe words, Baby?" Sam asked, sometimes they didn't.
"Yes." Dean moaned again as Sam pushed the covered edge into the underside of Dean's scrotum, pushing into the ball sac firmly. "More, master, more." Dean begged. Sam saw how he wanted it and complied, assuming the role Dean wanted him to, until he gave his safe word that was. This was new for them. Dean and him had went to a BDSM place a few months back on a case where Submissives were murdering their Doms, for no apparent reason. Turns out a spirit was possessing them and working out its own twisted fantasies. They had gone in undercover to check it out, killed the ghost, and came out with a kink they hadn't known they had. They then had begun taking lessons from Mistress Kate on how to do it and be safe. She had taught them the basics then some of the more advanced stuff. She let them choose how much they wanted and how far they were willing to go.
She had hugged them a fond goodbye and handed them a bag of toys as a graduation present of sorts. They still called her sometimes to talk and say hi. She had become a friend.
Oh, back to the kink.
Dean had always been into weapons. Guns, machetes, knives, they had always fascinated him, excited his interest. So when Sam had accidentally scraped his arm one night during a hunt untying him, Dean had gotten hard at the sudden thought of Sam doing that to him again, how good it had felt. He had told Sam, Sam had called Kate. She suggested knife play and explained how to do it safely. Sam had done well until he had scraped a small cut onto Dean's chest one time and they had kept going anyway. Dean had called Kate who recommended a blade cover which led to him ordering custom- made ones for all their knives, just in case.
Now he got to enjoy the benefits of his recent purchases. So far, he wasn't finding it unpleasant at all. In fact, if Sam used that knife at certain places, he was sure he would come on the spot. Thankfully Sam hadn't figured those places out yet.
At the moment, Sam was looking at him consideringly. Dean wanted to be dominated, and this led to Sam assuming the role. They sometime switched roles but tonight, he wanted to be at Sam's mercy, at least for a little while. Seeing Sam in cuffs earlier had made him want to be in them too. Driving the knife into the bitch's heart made him think of the knife play.
Hence, a fantasy was born.
"I call all the shots?" Sam asked, needing to know how much control Dean was giving up so he could know how to please him.
"Yes, master, whatever you want." Dean sighed and moaned again, as Sam pressed the blade cover into a nipple, and grinding it in hard, sucking it as it hardened then repeating the process with the other one.
"Good. Are you my slave?" Sam bit Dean's chest muscle hard, leaving teeth marks, making Dean arch into him.
"Yes, master." Dean groaned in desire as the knife ascended, caressing his throat and shoulder, Sam biting into the skin at times.
"Then I tell you to not move, not touch, just stay still no matter what I do." Sam growled fiercely liking this game already, getting hard from it. He still leaned into Dean's lips kissing him softly, stroking that beautiful face in the process. "Thank you, Dean, for trusting me. I love you, Baby."
"Love you, too, Sammy. I trust you." Dean said smiling softly at his lover, "Now dominate me, please?"
Sam smiled widely, shrugged and went back into the role Dean wanted him to play. He had an idea he would like to have Dean do this for him eventually too. It looked fun.
"Slave?" Sam asked, not unkindly but with authority.
"Master." Dean looked up awaiting orders. Sam helped him sit up against the rails and put the two fluffiest pillows between the bars and his brother's bare back. He knelt in front of him and let his hard member linger in front of Dean's face, seeing if he would stay like he promised. He did. His eyes gazed lustfully at it though, wanting to suck it obviously.
"Suck me until I tell you to stop. Don't come or release yourself." Sam ordered, knowing this would strain Dean's control to the breaking point. Sucking him always excited Dean more than the actual sex act for some reason. He was also a natural at it.
Dean's head moved to Sam's member and Sam moved closer. He took turns letting Dean take him deep and barely letting him suck on the head. It was delicious torture for both of them. When he felt himself get too close he told Dean to stop and he did. He looked up at him with lust filled eyes but did not utter the safe word so Sam continued.
"I am going to suck you now. You cannot come until I say so, you cannot move until I say so." Sam ordered, enjoying the fine line of pleasure they were treading and wanting to make it better for them both.
"Yes, master." Dean said softly, the knife dancing down his body, the plastic and silver pressing in a little harder but not hurting in any way. He moaned loudly as this happened and Sam did not make him quiet down, he wanted this from him. Just as Dean liked him wanton like that he sometimes wanted Dean the same way, like now. He pressed it into his thighs, slowly letting it lead up the base of Dean's member and pressed it in harder. Sam's mouth went to his throbbing member, sucking it gently then roughly, using his teeth and tongue to drive his desire higher. He moved up and down on the shaft while pressing it hard into the base of it. Dean let out string of curses, moans, and Sammy's name as he did this. Sammy sucked harder now and pushed the outer edge of the blade roughly into skin and rubbed it into the sensitive flesh again, making tiny rubbing motions with it in the process.
Dean's hips suddenly shot up like a rocket, precum shooting out, his body arching uncontrollably into the press of the blade, his head falling back with a loud moan that was almost a scream, Sam's name coming out again.
Sam's felt his member harden at the sight and he wanted to take the man right then the knife pressing into him right there while he thrust in.
"Bad Dean. " He scolded as he lubed up his fingers, taking the time to insert one at a time into him until they hit his prostate and brushed it. Dean fought hard to stay down now but Sam could tell he wouldn't be able to long. He didn't want Dean to use the safe word.
"Dean?" Sam asked as he loosened Dean up and Dean tried to focus past the pleasure he was getting to concentrate on what Sam was saying.
"Sammy?" He said softly, barely maintaining the control Sam had ordered him to.
"No safe word, okay? No safe words tonight, please?" Sam pleaded and he saw Dean smile that smile, the smile that said, 'Anything for you, Sammy.', Sam loved that smile.
"No safe word, Sammy. For tonight." Dean gave total control to Sam at that moment, knowing no safe word would be needed anyway. Sam wouldn't hurt him ever. It was their game, their rules. Mistress Kate had taught them that. If they both agreed to change the rules, then it was okay.
"Good. Because I don't want to untie you and I want to screw you into the mattress at the same time as I put the knife where I did before." Sam explained and saw Dean's eyes glaze over with desire at his words.
"Do it, Sammy, I want you to. Do it the way you just described. Please, I want that, Baby." Dean moved deeper onto his fingers now, moaning and writhing onto them. His control shredding fast.
"Then try to not move too much, Baby. I don't want to hurt you." Sam pleaded, removing his fingers and sliding into Dean, sheathing himself in his warmth and hitting the end of him, making pleasure shoot between them.
"Sammmmyy!" Dean gasped but remained fairly still, holding himself in check or else Sam wouldn't do the other thing, the knife thing he wanted him to.
"Good Dean, For that I will reward you." Sam said seductively as he put his hand to Dean and stroked him and then pressed the squared backside of the knife against the base of his member, against the vein underneath, and pressed in hard as before, rubbing it into the sensitive skin enough to bruise it but not break the skin.
Dean fought to stay still and succeeded to block all but the small movements while his walls clenched Sam tightly, pulsating and gripping betraying how much he wanted to move right now, wanted to thrust himself onto Sam.
"Sammmmyyyy, oh, babbyyyyyy, ohohohohshitshitshitshit, Sammmmy, SAMMMMYYYYYY!" Dean moaned and his head went back, hands grabbing the cuffs and pulling, straining, but not wanting Sam to stop what he was doing.
"I'm going to make you feel good now, Dean. Try not to move too much, Baby." Sam said and began to pound into him but kept the knife where it was. Dean stayed where he was, moving very little outward but his walls were tightly squeezing into Sam, making it hard to keep control. Sam had to admire the man's control.
His other hand went to Dean and jerked him in time with his thrusts, keeping the knife in place, occasionally letting the knife outer edge gently move up and down a little, in time with his thrusts as well. Sam felt his stomach burning and his muscles clenching and knew he was going to go but wanted to have Dean join him at the same time.
"You go when I go." Sam ordered and moved the knife away, he leaned more into Dean's body and let Dean's hard member rub into his stomach, enjoying the feeling and letting it pull the orgasm along, making it more intense than any one he had ever had. He came shouting Dean's name and Dean was most obedient to him, coming when he did, panting and shouting Sam's name as well. Both of them shook and tremors from the orgasm rode them for a moment or two before they could move again. Sam put the knife on the nightstand and pulled himself up to unhook Dean who in turn wrapped his almost boneless arms around Sam, holding him close and smiling widely, eyes unfocussed. Sam's eyes were the same way and he couldn't move either. Sam smiled widely as well, eyes half-lidded.
"Never did that before." Dean sighed too sated to move but loving it just the way they were laying now anyway.
"Gonna do it again?" Sam asked tentatively, hoping they would. "Can I be the slave next time?" He kept his eyes down, suddenly shy. Not sure Dean would agree to it.
"Be your master?" Dean teased bringing Sam's face to look up at him.
"Yes, please." Sam grinned now.
"Just like you did with me?" Dean asked, and by that, he meant everything Sam had just done to him, for him.
"Oh, yes, please. Just like that." Sam nodded happily, eyes shining with expectation now.
"Later, Sammy. You wore me out." Dean chuckled and Sam blushed, Dean smiled down at him proudly. "You did good, Sammy, I frikkin loved what you just did!" Dean gushed and Sam looked up at him smiling now.
"I said I'd make you feel good." Sam leaned up to kiss him softly,
"You didn't disappoint, Baby." Dean reassured him, looking very satisfied with himself. "You never do."
"Good." Sam purred, making little circles on Dean's chest and stomach. "Then you should know I'm not tired anymore." He sucked on a nipple and made Dean arch into his mouth.
"Sammy…" Dean moaned, getting turned on just when he had thought it wasn't possible. He smiled down at Sam as his silky mouth kissed up his chest to Dean's neck. "What are you doing?"
"Making you keep your promise you just made." Sam bit the skin there a little, sucking it hard. Dean moaned and sighed.
"Sammy…"His head turned to the side to give Sam better access to his neck, it felt so good.
"Dean?" Sam teased still kissing his neck.
"I think I've created a monster." Dean laughed and looked at Sam grinning, suddenly not tired anymore. His desire to dominate Sam getting the best of him."I'm not getting any sleep tonight, am i?" He watched Sam smiled wickedly up at him.
"Nope." Sam said, going straight to Dean's ear and nibbling on the outer edge, his breathe sliding across Dean's skin, making his eyes close in the pleasure that it created in him.
"Come here, Sammy." Dean growled and Sam sat up, knowing what was coming. Dean got up and had Sam sit where he had been sitting. Sam held up his hands and Dean made the cuffs tight on Sam like they had been on him. Sam smiled and waited.
"No safe word." Dean directed, Sam nodded, smiling widely, liking the idea so far.
"You stay cuffed." Dean said. Sam nodded.
"I use the knife with the blade cover." Dean said. Sam nodded.
"I can do whatever I want." Dean grinned now, his hand lingering on the skin of Sam's thigh. Sam nodded.
"You sure about this, Sammy?" Dean asked, unsure now. Sam had never went this far before maybe it would scare him off of the idea.
"I'm sure." Sam promised. He stretched his long frame out, letting his body and muscles unfold and ripple in front of Dean, giving him a full view of what he was offering him. Dean pulled in a sharp breath and let his mouth wander over those muscles and over that lovely skin, unable to stop himself.
"Okay, Sammy. I'll do it." Dean finally agreed, his interest immediately piqued.
"Do I call you master? I will be your slave either way." Sam asked, checking the rules.
"No, Sammy. Call me Dean." Dean said smiling now, his hand going for the knife and holding it thoughtfully. Sam shivered in anticipation at the sight. Dean was thinking of how to use it on him to please him most. Sam got hard at the thought.
"Stay as still as you can. No sudden movements." Dean teased, "I want to hear you moan, lover."
"Yes, Dean." Sam smiled and watched as Dean kissed and nipped down his body. Dean had a fetish for Sam's skin and taste. Sam knew this and loved it. Dean worshipped Sam's skin like Aztec's worshipped the Sun. He threw himself into and made Sam feel like the most loved person in the world every time he did it.
Dean reached his thighs and let the blade, covered of course, stroke a trail from one thigh to the other and up to his member, pressing into it. Sam arched at how great that felt and gasped in pleasure from it. Dean moved the knife up his abs and to his chest, letting the knife push against the nipples, kissing them, nipping them at the same time. Sam tried to hold still but it was getting hard to do. He was really trying.
He watched as Dean moved up to his shoulder and neck with the knife and pushed it into the place against the neck there, sucking and biting the same spot where the knife was. Suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. He slammed the knife back on the table and sucked his way down Sam's gorgeous body and stopped at his member, letting his tongue play with the slit there. Sam moaned and fought to not move, not moving making the pleasure build faster, the cuffs holding him in place making him feel more sensations than ever before.
"Sorry, Sammy, I just want to do it without the knife for now." Dean said, letting his blunt nails scrape across Sam's nipple, pinching them, rolling them with his fingertips. Sam moaned again and moved a little, unable to stop himself. Dean watched that golden body shiver under his touches and felt himself getting close, and fought it.
He decided to try a different attack. He bit his way up Sam's body hard, leaving red marks as he did. He sucked and bit the red mark from earlier on his neck, drawing blood again and sucking a little out. Sam moved his body like a fish and slid down the bed, his bottom sliding into Dean's groin hard, not meaning to. Dean moaned now and cried out Sammy's name without meaning to. Sam heard it and it made him rub against Dean, wanting more and not able to wait any longer.
This gave Dean an idea. He moved down and put his mouth over Sam's member and let his mouth slide down to the end. From there he moved back up, and started at the head. From there he slowly moved his mouth down in small increments, taking his time and pulling his head back whenever Sam thrust up needing more, denying him but then giving him a little more just to pull back again and repeat the process again, until he had reached the end and by then Sam was moaning his need and sounding like the greatest adult film actor Dean had ever heard, the sound going straight to Dean's member and almost breaking his control. He fought it and Sam fought it. It made it hotter when they fought it.
Dean sucked him harder now and let one hand wander up to get the knife. He slipped it to the base of it and pressed, sucking and squeezing him harder with each thrust, letting himself get lost in what he was doing and not caring if it violated the rules or not. He wanted to suck Sam off and since he was in charge that is just want he was going to do. He moaned with joy at what he was doing to Sam and to himself and sucked more, moving the knife to his inner thigh , scratching it with the plastic of the cover as he did so, in rhythm with his tongue and teeth, his mouth sucking. Sam lost control and gave into it, becoming wanton in his movements. Dean put the knife aside and forced two fingers into Sam's warm hole and didn't wet them at all. Sam hissed at the burn and slight pain but then moaned louder, thrusting himself onto the fingers and deep into Dean's mouth. The fingers dove in faster, pushing brutally into him, Dean sucking just this side of too hard, these things made Sam arch into the touches one last time and pushing himself into Dean's throat, shooting his release hot and fast into him, making him swallow rapidly, not giving him a chance to breathe through it.
Dean kept the fingers going and he lifted Sam's legs then changed his mind. He reached up and moved the pillows, and uncuffed him roughly. "Turn over and grab the bars, Sammy." His voice was cracking with his desire and Sam obeyed, already hardening at the knowledge of what Dean was going to do. "No lube, Baby, I want to do this without." Dean whispered, as he slid the fingers back in and added two more, without lube. Sam felt the burn but no pain this time, arching in intense ecstasy as Dean stroked his sweet spot over and over, making him moan and beg for more, but not giving it. "Touch yourself, Sammy, stroke slowly, squeeze hard if you feel too close. I want to watch." Dean peered under Sam's bent body and watched him do as ordered, stroking slowly but firmly, squeezing the bottom hard when he got too close. Dean eyes glazed with the desire to join that hand and he removed his fingers long enough to slide under Sam and put one hand back through his spread legs. He push the fingers back in and thrust into him faster while his mouth slid to the head and he let Sam keep stroking while he sucked him. Dean removed his mouth and ordered "Stroke faster, Baby, while I suck you." Sam moaned louder and stroked faster. Dean put his mouth back and sucked harder, letting the stroking hand determine how much he took into his mouth at one time.
Sam bucked into his mouth and Dean could tell he was close. He removed his fingers and then lined himself up with Sam and pushed in, his precum lubing him up immediately and he began to thrust slow then fast into him, avoiding the prostate but then tapping it, then hitting it, then slamming into it hard as he could, thrusting faster and deeper until Sam couldn't fight it anymore and pushed harder back into him, lifting his torso off the bed and slamming his back into Dean's chest, moaning loudly, making the most obscene noises. Dean was making these sounds too and didn't stop, just used the thrusts to push Sammy closer to rails on the bed head board so he could hold onto them to balance better. His eyes stared at the expanse of shoulder in front of him and did what he had been wanting to do since Sam had switched to this position, he bit it hard and sucked on it even harder than he had bit it, and repeated it all across that gorgeous flesh. Sam was gasping and ready to come, Dean could feel it in the way he clenched Dean as he thrust into him and the way his body was tensing. Dean took a chance and grabbed the knife with one hand, and pressed it painfully against Sam pulsing member and twisted it hard into the already sensitive flesh.
Sam came with a loud shout, not a moan, head flying back and eyes shut, the orgasm ripping through him hitting Dean, making him squeeze onto Dean's member with his butt muscles and tensing cheeks. Dean came with another shout, his release joining with Sam's and coming again and again as long as he pressed the knife into Sam where it was. Three 'mind splitting, pulse pounding, and best damn orgasms they had ever experienced using the knife play' later, they passed out onto the bed, panting and exhausted. Neither was able to move or speak. They just laid there and relaxed into mind-numbing, body tingling, afterglow that they were rather liking at the moment.
Once they could speak but not move…yet, Dean said with a voice sounding very fucked out, "You are such a nympho, Sammy." He turned his head to look at his lover now, all the movement he could manage.
"Yeah." Sam said sounding just as fucked out as Dean. "Yeah, I really am." His head turned to look at Dean, eyes lidded and drowning with sensation still. "Dean?" He looked at Dean smiling contendedly, happy to just be here with him, looking into those sex- blown glowing green emerald eyes and looking at those swollen love soaked lips.
"Sammy." Dean sighed, giggling from the pleasant sensation flooding through him still.
"You are the best damn lover in the world, Baby! Wow, amazing , mind-blowing, fan–fucking-tastic, over the top, hands down champion, god of a lover of mine!" Sam gushed and meant every word. If Dean ever touched anyone else, he'd kill them. "You ever touch anyone else, I'll kill them." He was serious, eyes cold but shining with love for Dean, only for Dean.
"You are the most beautiful, gorgeous specimen of manhood and the best damn lover in the universe, in all universes even. The things you can do with that body and that mouth of yours drive me insane, I can't get enough of either one, Baby." Dean smiled happily at Sam, love drenched and loving it. "You ever touch anyone else, I'll have to kill them too."
"Love you, Sammy Baby." Dean grinned softly.
"Love you, too. Dean." Sam smiled back.
They fell asleep that way and didn't mind at all.
Both men meant what they said and knew that would never happen. They were It for each other, there would never be anyone else. Their hands met somewhere in the middle of the bed and interwined. An hour later, they were cuddled together Dean pulling Sam into his bodyline and holding him firmly in place, hands pressed into Sam's chest. Both men smiled softly into their sleep.
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Wow, that was really really really fun. They had fun and we discover a new fact about our Sammy, Dean,too. They are both nymphomaniacs! Wow, sex never looked more fun.
I would love to borrow those cuffs one day.
Please review.
