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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 Five

Chris snapped the phone shut, satisfied
that Dean Winchester would not be gracing him and Sam with his presence any
time soon. He�d taken measures to ensure the call could not be traced, but just
in case, it probably wasn�t a good idea to dally at their current location for
too long. If truth be told, he wouldn�t mind leaving here one little bit.

�Here� was a 3 room cabin. Chris usually didn�t patronise such
accommodations, and their current residence was clearly not as luxurious as the
penthouse suite and did not have as many creature comforts as he was used to.
But it was remote and isolated. Perfect for him and Sammy to
get to know each other better. Well� he�d
certainly like to get to know Sammy a whole
lot better.

He turned to look at his charge restrained to but peacefully
sleeping on the double bed after another dose of his �special brew�. His Sammy
was truly beautiful when he was asleep, looking younger than his twenty four
years. Unable to contain himself, Chris ran his hand
down Sam�s chest, stopping at his groin and playing with the flaccid penis.

Unaware, Sam slept on.

He glanced over to the bedside table and the box placed upon it, his
�chest of toys�, fantasising what he was going to do with Sam� to Sam� as soon
as he woke up. Perhaps he should speed that process up�

Muffled sounds interrupted his lustful imaginings. Irritated, he
turned to the source of the sound and snorted. Kissing the head of Sam�s penis,
he left the bed and stalked over to the bound and terrified man in the corner
of the room, bending down to the same level so the man could see him eye to
eye.

�I really must thank you. You have a fine cabin here. Cosy. Comfortably
fitted. Certain� facilities.
But hey, it�s no Hilton. You should be honoured
that I decided to take it off your hands.�

The deposed cabin owner began to struggle in earnest,
the gag suppressing words that sounded suspiciously like �Fuck you.�

Chris� lips curled up in distaste as he removed the gag from the
man, his hands lingering on his captive�s face.

�Get your hands off me you sick fuck!� he snarled.

Chris� pocket knife was in his hands in no time as he slashed the
man who dared to disrespect him across the face.

The man grunted in pain.

�Don�t worry� Chris sneered, �You�re not my type.�

�Is that the only way you can get a partner?� mocked the man,
inclining his head towards Sam.

The pocket knife slashed through the air again, this time causing a
deep gash in the man�s arm.

False bravado gone, the man snivelled.

�Not so brave are you now?� Chris jeered. �You only have yourself to
blame. You should�ve just given up your lovely
cabin here when I asked you. Especially since I condescended myself to ask.
I don�t usually ask people for what I want, I just take it.� He pointed to Sam,
still unconscious and bound on the bed. �Just ask him.�

�What are you going to do with me?� the man asked, although secretly
wishing not to know the answer.

�You know, my favourite colour is red�� Chris turned away, as if to
leave, and the man, although puzzled by the seemingly abrupt change in subject,
breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped against the wall.

Big mistake.

Chris suddenly spun around, knife wielded in his hand. With the
element of surprise on his side, Chris stabbed him.

Again.

Again and again.

Again and again and again.

In various parts of the body.

But never in a place that would claim the
man�s life.

The man�s screams echoed throughout the cabin and out into the
night.

�You�re making too much noise� Chris complained. �You�ll wake
Sammy.� He reached into the man�s mouth and cut off his tongue.

The man collapsed on the floor, drowning in the sea of red as he
sobbed. Chris lifted the man�s head by his hair, looking his victim in the eye.
Not liking what he saw, he gouged them out. But even though the man�s eyes had
been removed, Chris could still see, could still smell the man�s desperation, his fear, pain and longing for death. He
acquiesced. After all, he was nothing if not charitable.

The silence in the cabin was immediate.

Chris looked over towards the bed. He was met with a pair of wide,
horrified eyes.

�I�m glad you�re awake Sammy.� He said as
he offered Sam the glass of water resting upon the bedside table.

Sam eyed the water distrustfully, but gulped it down nonetheless, no
longer surprised by the metallic taste.

Chris smiled encouragingly before retreating to the bathroom,
attempting to wash off the man�s blood from his body as best he could. Finally
giving up, he simply shed his clothes.

He returned to Sam with a mega watt smile. �Let�s play Sammy.�

�Play?� Sam
repeated stupidly, trying to drive out the stupefying fog that had settled
around his mind.

Chris smiled indulgently, stroking his cheek. �Did you know that
this is a �Magic Fingers� Bed? You�ve never tried one before, have you? But I�m
sure Dean would�ve told you �There really is magic in the magic fingers.�

Man you gotta
try this, I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers.
Dean, you�re enjoying that
way too much, it�s kind of making me uncomfortable.

He was suddenly aware that Chris was talking to him. �� If we just
turn it on��

Sam heard a clicking sound in the background before he was suddenly
attacked by a pleasant vibrating sensation. He jerked in surprise.

�You like that don�t you?� said Chris, as he removed a length of
cloth and two coils of rope from his �chest of toys�, making quick work of
blindfolding Sam and then binding his legs to opposite corners of the bed,
spreading him wide.
�
His hands began to move up Sam�s body, slowly massaging the skin of
his legs. And then �

Sam felt something being attached to the base of his cock.
Forgetting about his restraints, he tried to sit up.

�Relax� said Chris, as he positioned his finger against Sam�s hole, �It�s just a cock ring.�

Chris pressed his finger inside him, sliding it in and out. Sam
gasped at the burning sensation, so unfamiliar and unwelcome. The finger was
soon joined by another, both scissoring inside of him, opening him up.

As the fingers pulled free, Sam released the tension from his body.
But a moment later, something else was being pushed into his entrance. It
didn�t feel like a cock, but rather
a�

Sam cried out as vibrations erupted from inside him. Smiling, Chris positioned the dildo so it hit Sam�s prostate
every time, enjoying the little sounds Sam was making.

Sam�s breathing was hard and fast as pleasure upon pleasure built up
within him, threatening to explode as he was surrounded by the vibrating
sensations both from beneath him and inside him. He could feel himself growing
hard but the ring prevented his release�

Chris watched as his Sammy tossed his head from side to side,
moaning, mewling. The imagery sent an
electric jolt all the way to his dick.

Launching himself at Sam, he attacked Sam�s lips, swallowing his
moans as his hands moved on their own, trying to touch every part of Sam they
could find. Releasing Sam�s lips, he began to pepper gentle kisses all over his
beloved�s face, before moving down Sam�s body, kissing and licking every inch
of that soft and supple skin he enjoyed so much.

�I can�t� please, please.�

This was the response Chris had been waiting for. He removed the
ring from Sammy�s sex, curling his own hand around it instead. A few quick
pumps and Sam was cuming hard all over his hand.

He sat back and admired his handiwork. Sam was just so pretty - flushed, sweating, moaning,
body pulsing with need at Chris� teasing, begging
Chris. Laid out like that, Sam was simply a feast. And Chris was
starving.�

He gently removed the dildo from Sam�s anus, replacing it with his
engorged cock. He placed his lips against Sam�s throat, whispering �Mine Sammy.
You�re mine.�

Chris began thrusting slowly, his balls slapping Sam�s ass as his
hands moved to encircle Sam�s throat. Slowly, ever so slowly, he increased the
pressure around Sam�s throat, also ensuring that he hit Sam�s �spot�. The body
beneath him was writhing, releasing breathless pleas and it was that which
urged him on, causing his cock to throb with an unbearable hardness.

�You know Sammy, they say strangulation during sex decreases the
blood to the brain and heightens sexual pleasure. I think they�re right. Don�t
you?� He laughed. �You love this don�t you? Tell me you want this.�

But Sam was too overcome with the sensations to manage an answer.
Chris overlooked it.

A few more thrusts and Chris climaxed, pumping hot liquid into Sam�s
ass. He allowed the pleasure to overtake him as he sank on top of Sam�s body,
running his hands across it, not bothering to remove himself from within Sam�s
body.

***

Sam�s mind was in turmoil. His body was in bliss. Post-orgasm, his
overly sensitised body had reacted to ever thrust, so carefully aimed at his prostate,
and was now reacting to every slight touch as Chris trailed light fingers
across his chest. Unable to find the strength to summon tears (and even if he
did have the strength, he doubted he had any tears left to cry), he wept inside
at the indignity of being forced to participate in his own rape, to be forced
to climax as if he had enjoyed it.

�Just think,� said Chris, �it�ll be like this always�

The words broke through Sam�s consciousness, his breathing quickening
as he began to dry sob �No, no, no, no, no�

Chris� expression darkened �You�ve forgotten the rules.� He lifted
himself up and resumed his thrusting, this time hard and unrelenting.

Thrust. �You belong to me.�

Thrust. �I own you�

Thrust. �You are my property, my pet, my slave.�

Thrust. �Your body belongs to me.�

Thrust. �You don�t speak until you�re spoken to.�

Thrust. �You don�t do anything until you�re told.��

Thrust. �You don�t sleep until you�re told to.�

Thrust. �You don�t eat and drink unless I�m feeding you.�

Thrust. �You don�t take a leak or make a dump without me in there
holding your hand.�

Thrust. �You never flinch away from me.�

Thrust. �You look at me when I talk to you.�

Thrust. �You never deny me anything.�

Throughout it all, Sam whimpered at the rough treatment, desperately
wishing for the darkness that never came.

TBC

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