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Manipulation	By : unrequited666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7625 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: bdsm, dark, non-con, sam whumping, slave, supernatural, violence, wincest (unrequited). Don�t like? Don�t read! No
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Chapter Two

�We�ll do all we can.�

5 little words.

Well Dean hated them with a vengeance.

We�ll do all we can, Dean scoffed,
Translation: We don�t have a fucking clue.

He flung the door open with such force that it rattled, earning him
several disapproving looks.

What the fuck do they know? thought Dean rebelliously.

He ignored them as he stepped out into the cool air.

It had been mere hours ago when Sammy failed to meet him and didn�t
even answer his phone, going straight to voice mail instead. He�d backtracked Sammy�s steps and discovered his brother had
left the college dorms some minutes ago. Following the route Sam would�ve
taken, sincerely hoping his brother had just simply gotten sidetracked, he�d
found nothing but a whole new level of frustration and a kind of sick fear in
the pit of his stomach�

Dean searched the surrounding area but found no trace of him except
for his phone wrapped in a dirty and oddly sweet smelling rag and discarded in
a rubbish bin. Throwing the rag back in the bin, he checked the phone. The only
odd thing Dean noticed was the fact that the phone had been turned off. Sammy never turned his phone off. Neither of them did. With the job
they did, it was always important to have that instant life line to call for
help.

By now, he definitely knew something
had happened to his brother. Crackling with nervous energy, he swept the place
with the EMF, checked for sulphur, checked for everything his father had ever
taught him� nothing supernatural. Dean swore.

What happened to you Sammy? thought
Dean.

His brother had clearly made it to the dorms, so whatever had taken
him had to have met his brother on his way back to meet Dean. There weren�t any
signs of a struggle, so Sam must�ve been taken by surprise. The bastard had
then obviously searched Sam�s pockets and removed his phone, wrapping it in the
rag and chucking it in �

Wait a minute.

An idea suddenly striking him, he rushed back to the bin he had
found his brother�s phone and with shaking hands, pulled out the dirty rag,
this time smelling it more carefully. Chloroform!

The bastard had drugged his brother! He tried hard to calm his rage,
knowing he would need a clear head if he was going to get his little brother
back. But it was hard not to let it cloud his thoughts - his baby brother, the
one whom he always swore to protect, had been taken without even a chance of fighting
back. Even worse, Dean knew that chloroform did not have an instant affect. In
the few seconds between being drugged and actually succumbing to it, his
brother must have been terrified.

A prompt kick to a nearby wall did nothing except leave his foot
with a dull throbbing sensation. But Dean relished it. It was the least he
could do for failing his brother and letting him be taken on his watch.

Trying to be objective, he once again gathered his thoughts. There
were no traces of the supernatural, so whatever had taken his brother was not
so much of a �what� but �who�. He went back to where
he guessed his brother had been taken and started to look for human signs. (*A/N as opposed to supernatural signs like traces
of sulphur, EMF etc.). He was hoping to see a
CCTV camera nearby or maybe discernible tyre tracks
which he might�ve been able to trace but there was nothing. Whoever had taken
Sam was good. He had chosen a spot where he wouldn�t be seen or caught
on camera, had been able to sneak up on his brother - a hunter who was trained
to be in tune with his surroundings, � drug him and carry him off without so
much of a struggle and leaving nothing behind, which meant that the bastard
must�ve been strong� and probably experienced.

It was the latter thought that prompted a visit to the local
sheriff�s office, hoping that the local law enforcement might�ve been able to
provide some leads. But instead, all he got was a stinking big pile of nothing.
Oh, and those hated words.

A beeping sound drew his attention. He pulled out the phone and
pressed the receive button before he even realised that it was Sammy�s phone.
The picture that flooded the small screen caused him to shake in rage.

Sammy, naked, lying on a bed, handcuffed to a
headboard, obviously asleep.

Realising the enormity of the task of finding his brother, he pulled
out his own phone and dialled a number. Not even waiting for the person on the
other end to even offer a greeting, he said �Hey Bobby. It�s Dean. I need your
help.�

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Sam opened his eyes, all too aware of the pain emanating from the
lower half of his body. He was still lying on the bed, but his arms were now
unrestrained. The sound of curtains being drawn drew his attention and he
turned towards the sound, trying, but failing, to raise himself up. The morning
light flooded the previously dark room, giving Sam the first glimpse of his
rapist � no, captor (calling him that would make it real).

�Morning Sammy�

Finally able to put a face to that dreaded voice, Sam noticed that
Chris seemed to be in his thirties, and he was tall � taller than he was, but
not by much. He had a strong build, and fine blonde hair which framed his face
and accentuated his blue eyes. Blue eyes that were focused on him with such
intensity that Sam felt it could swallow him whole.

Unable to look into those lustful eyes any longer, he turned away,
taking in the rest of the room instead. It was fairly large, bigger than most
motel rooms he and his brother have shared over the years. The thick brocade
curtains matched the light gold shading of the carpet and that of the silken bedsheets as well, while a leather lounge suite, white with
gold trims, stood not far away from the bed.

A penthouse suite, Sam realised. Exactly
who was this Chris?

A sudden bout of nausea attacked him, and he rolled to his side.
Chris was beside him in an instant, rubbing his back, murmuring words of
comfort. Slowly, the feeling faded away, leaving Sam shivering uncontrollably,
the effort sapping away what little strength he had.

Chris left Sam�s side for a few short moments, returning later with
a glass of water.

�Christo� Sam whispered.

Chris chuckled, placing the glass on the night stand. �Think I�m a
demon do you? Would�ve been easier for you to accept it if I was, wouldn�t it.
After all, demons you get, but people are just crazy. Hell, some are just a few
fries short of a happy meal.�

Dean�s voice rose unbidden in Sam�s mind No, no. This is a demon
or a spirit, you know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal and
they trick them into killing these randoms.

Sam started. The words Chris used� Dean!

Chris pretended not to notice his reaction, although secretly
feeling a thrill of exhilaration.

He placed his arms under Sam�s armpits, propping up against the
headboard before reaching for the glass and placing it to his lips and urging
him to drink.

Sam pressed his lips together and tried to turn his head away.

Chris moved the glass away from Sam, his other hand shooting out and
grasping his chin harshly �You liked it yesterday.� The grip on Sam�s chin
tightened in warning.

Sam took a deep breath and controlled his breathing. It�s only a
glass of water, he rationalised.

He reached his hand out to take the glass from Chris. As quick as a
flash, Chris removed his hand from Sam�s chin, instead moving it towards his
genitals, squeezing and twisting them viciously. Sam gasped as his eyes
watered.

�I didn�t say you could do it yourself, did I?� Chris said, stopping
his ministrations but still leaving his hand on Sam�s groin.

Chills ran down Sam�s spine as confusion spread across his face,
mingling with the pain.

�I can see why Dean�s never tried anything� After all the things
you�ve done, after all the things you�ve seen� you�re still so� innocent�
He replaced the glass on the nightstand.

�What are you talking about?� Sam whispered.

Before Sam knew what was happening, he was being slapped� hard. He
yelped.

�You don�t speak until you�re spoken to, you don�t do anything until
you�re told!� Chris� eyes held a maniacal gleam.

Sam pressed himself flat against the headboard, as if hoping that
the wall behind it would envelope him and take him away from the nightmare
screaming at him.

The tirade continued �You don�t sleep until you�re told to, you don�t eat and drink unless I�m feeding you. You
don�t even take a leak or make a dump without me in there holding your hand!!!�

Sam cringed as Chris� voice became steadily louder and his grip
around his balls tightened. He closed his eyes and turned his head away.

A swift punch to his stomach left Sam gasping for air. Before he
could even recover, Chris grabbed him by the hair. Sam flinched. �And you never, never do that. You also look at me when I talk to
you. You got all that geek boy?�

His breathing hitched as Dean�s voice flooded him once again.

I�ve got an appointment with a professor. You know, since I don�t
have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research.

Suddenly aware that Chris was still waiting for an answer, Sam
nodded without even truly considering the words, willing this to just all be
over. His eyes slid closed momentarily, before remembering he wasn�t allowed to
do so. He immediately re-opened them.

Chris seemed satisfied and released his grip on Sam�s hair. �That�s
my boy�.

For the third time that morning, Dean�s voice floated back to him.

How did you get here?
I stole a car.
That�s my boy.

Chris� hand stroking Sam�s shaft gently brought him back to reality
and he tensed as Chris� fingernails ran down the sensitive tip. �But the correct
response is �Yes Master��

�Yes m-m-master� Sam dutifully repeated, hating himself
in that moment more than any other time.

�Dean won�t be coming for you. You know that don�t you?�

�Y-yes m-master�, Sam said, all the while thinking the opposite to
what he was agreeing with.

�But it doesn�t matter that he won�t be coming for you. Because you belong to me. You�re so beautiful and I love you
and I will take care of you. I want to take care of you. Just don�t
fight me on this.� The hand moved to stroke his thighs.

Long minutes passed as Sam struggled to keep still.

�So, how about that drink?�

Sam forced his quivering lips to move once more. �Yes master.�

TBC

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