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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 Three

Sam didn�t know what was in that drink. But whatever it was, it was
powerful. Moments after taking it, the room had shifted out of focus and Chris
became nothing but a blur. His body felt weak and he just couldn�t think, like a fog had come and wrapped
around his brain.

All he could feel now was fear and pain.

Helplessness and despair.

Hopelessness.

God damn. What the hell was in that drink?

�Time for a bath I think� Chris declared.

Scooping Sam up in his arms like he weighed nothing, Chris moved
them towards a door at the other end of the room. Sam lay limp in his arms,
head lolling from side to side, as he tried to force his traitorous mind to
focus.

The bathroom was just as spacious as the room they just left, having
a shower cubicle, a toilet and sink and a large tub already filled with water
that could have easily fitted four grown men with room to spare.

Chris sat Sam down on a chair in front of the mirror and sink.
Grabbing a toothbrush and squirting a liberal amount of toothpaste, he
instructed Sam to open his mouth. Having no strength to argue, Sam complied.

�That�s my boy� Chris kept murmuring to him as he brushed Sam�s
teeth.

It reminded Sam of when he was younger, and he needed Dean to help
him brush his teeth.

Come on kiddo, time to
brush your teeth.
Why Dean?
Why what?
Why do I have to brush my
teeth?
Well so they don�t fall out
Why will they fall out?
The same
reason why the grass is green and the sky is blue Sammy.
It just is?
Damn straight! Now come on,
open your mouth.

He wondered where his brother was now. Probably
tearing the town apart looking for him. The thought comforted his weary
mind.

As soon as Sam had rinsed his mouth, Chris pressed his lips against
Sam�s. Sam gasped in surprise and instinctively flinched, remembering too late
that he wasn�t supposed to.

Chris slapped him. �You�re not learning.�

Sam immediately raised his hand to touch his throbbing cheek but
Chris angrily pushed it away. Roughly taking the boy�s face in his hands, he
again plundered his lips, pleased that this time the boy offered no resistance.
He forced his tongue into his mouth and mapped every inch, enjoying the feel of
the trembling body in his grasp. Chris could feel himself growing hard again.
The urge to bury himself once again into the divine
body was so overwhelming. His hand was halfway to his zipper, thrumming with
anticipation, before he stopped himself. As tempting as Sammy was, (like a drug really Chris thought), he
knew he shouldn�t be hasty. He had to take things slow if he really wanted to
enjoy it.

But at least that ass and
those lips were as sweet as I thought they�d be.
Chris took comfort in that thought.

Reluctantly releasing Sam, he took him to stand in front of the
toilet, grabbing Sam�s penis and pointing it towards the toilet bowl. Sam took
the hint and relieved himself, flushing at the humiliation of being treated
like a small child. Chris then led him to the tub and helped him in.

�You can rest your eyes if you want� said Chris. He had noticed the
glazed look Sam had been sporting.

He watched the boy closely while he worked, humming under his breath
as he poured warm water over Sam and moved to scrub his hair. There was a sweet
fragrance emanating from the water and the shampoo. It reminded Sam of a
perfume Jessica used to wear. The hands began to move all over his body now,
from chest, to arms, to legs, gently washing every part of him. In spite of
himself, Sam found it difficult not to relax at the soft touch, so different
from the demanding and cruel hands from just last night, as he was lulled by
the soft humming. There was something familiar in the melody�

Are you humming Metallica?
It calms me down.

�
The memory breaking through his thoughts, sudden awareness engulfed
him as an internal war began to rage within him. His newfound relaxation
battled with the disgust he felt about himself. He had been kidnapped, taken
against his will and rap � no, attacked. He should be fighting back, not
enjoying the touch of his jailor. But as soon as the thought
entered his head, it left again, chased away by that ever prevalent powerful
fog.

�You hungry?� The
hands had stopped moving.

Sam opened his eyes.

�I think you are� Chris continued decidedly, without even waiting
for Sam�s response.

He drained the water from the tub and carried him back to the main
room. Not wanting to anger his captor, Sam was compliant, allowing Chris to
gently arrange him on the bed even as he inwardly cringed with the thought of
being made so helpless. He watched Chris as he bustled back into the bathroom
and returned with a towel.

Sam averted his eyes as Chris began drying him and cast his gaze
across the room � anything to not have to look into the face of his captor.
Maybe if he looked away, and wished hard enough, the nightmare would just
end.�

You wished hard for a lot
of things in life � normality, safety, a dog like Bobby�s. You never got those
either said the traitorous voice in the back of his
mind. Maybe you should try clicking your heels three times and saying
"There's no place like home."

Sam really wished that voice would just shut up.

Becoming aware that Sam�s gaze was pointed towards the corner of the
room, Chris followed his line of sight to see a pile of clothes strewn
haphazardly across a chair. The clothes Sam had been wearing when he had been
taken.

Chris chuckled. �You won�t be needing clothes Sammy.� He remembered
enjoying the show last night as he helped Sammy to lose those clothes,
liberating the tantalising skin and muscles hiding underneath. The memory sent
a pleasant jolt to his stomach.

�
Sam turned confused eyes back to his captor.

�Slaves don�t need clothes Sammy� he said enigmatically.

Finishing his task, he led Sam over to the lounge suite where a tray
of food had been left on the table.

Chris suppressed a smirk when he saw Sam�s frozen reaction at seeing
the contents of the tray.

It was a bowl of Lucky Charms.

Eat your dinner.
I�m sick of Scabetti O�s
You�re the one who wanted
�em
I want Lucky Charms
There�s no more Lucky
Charms
I saw the box

�
Sam forced the memory back, aware of the sobs that were threatening
to escape from his large frame. Who would�ve thought that something as
innocuous as a bowl of cereal could
have elicited such a strong reaction from him? Gosh he remembered a time in his
childhood when he would eat nothing but Lucky Charms. It used to drive Dean and
their father crazy.

A voice interrupted his reminiscence. �Would you like your cereal?�

Sam toyed with the idea of saying no. But even in his drugged out
state, he knew that realistically, he had to eat something. If not to escape, which seemed impossible at the moment to his clouded mind and
weakened body, then to at least hold on until Dean came for him.

And Dean would come for him� no matter what Chris had said.

He nodded.

Chris wrapped his hand around Sam�s cock, giving it an abusive
squeeze.

�Y-yes Master� he gasped out, correcting himself.

Chris relaxed his grip but kept his hand where it was. �Say �Please
may I have some food Master��

Sam stiffened. He wasn�t stupid. He may not have been thinking 100%
clearly, but he knew where Chris was going with this. He was trying to break
him, to make him submit by scaring and hurting and humiliating and degrading
him at every opportunity. And damn. It was working.

�P-please m-may I have some food M-master?�

�That�s my boy.� Chris spooned some Lucky Charms into Sam�s mouth.

Sam chewed slowly, allowing the sweet and sugary taste of the cereal
to fill him. He swallowed. �M-may I have some more M-master?�

A grin flitted across Chris� face. �Such a quick learner,� he said,
removing his hand from Sam�s groin and instead stroking his back as he moved
with his other hand to scoop him another mouthful. "Eat up kiddo. We got
places to go."

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Chris turned off the highway and looked at his passenger. For the
first hour of the journey, he had one hand on the wheel and one hand on Sam�s
genitals. He had taken great delight in squeezing his balls when Sam least
expected it, particularly enjoying the wide range of expressions that would
dance across his face. He could tell the boy was scared. Scared
and uncomfortable. It thrilled him.

�This all seems strange to you now. But you�ll get used to it soon
enough. In fact, you�ll come to love it� he remembered saying confidently.

Sam had let the voice wash over him. All he wanted was to just
retreat back into the world of darkness where he wouldn�t have to face the
harshness of reality.

Dean, please come get me.

TBC

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