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Sammy's Plaything	By : aRedBaroness Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8

Sam was sure he would wake any minute and Dean's taste, the feel of his hard body pressed against Sam's would be but a fleeting memory. But, no it was actually happening years of passion culminated in this blissful moment when his tongue probed Dean's whimpering mouth. Sam's hands were moving up and down Dean's flanks, touching, stroking. It was Heaven to have all this golden flesh before him like a meal and he intended to savor every bite. Sam relinquished his hold on Dean's captive lips only to press his hands above his head and continue licking and biting a path from Dean's strong jaw to his neck. Dean seemed to be passively accepting whatever Sam did to him, though he twisted and moaned a little in protest.

Sam's fingers latched on to Dean's nipples twisting the firm buds painfully hard. Dean cried out and Sam flushed in satisfication and continued his passionate assault on Dean's neck. After adorning Dean's neck with hickeys, Sam began the slow path downward leaving a trail of red marks behind.

Dean felt like his body was ablaze, it was with great effort that he maintained his passive position, not even daring to ask for what he wanted. His dick was already standing at attention, red and weeping.

Sam dipped his tongue into Dean's navel and teased it mercilessly, sucking and kissing it until it was tender and swollen. He knew Dean would taste amazing, but he hadn't reckoned on him being so maddingly intoxicating. Dean tasted like summer and home and a thousand nights of unrequited longing.

After what seemed like hours, Dean felt Sam's lips close around his aching cock and he almost leapt off the bed. Sam was sliding his mouth up and down the length and swirling his tongue around the head. As far as Dean was concerned, he could die now and be happy.

Then the blow job stopped abruptly and Sam dragged Dean over to a device that Dean dimly recalled was known as a horse. The horse had been hidden by the room's gloom and shadows, the leather was cold against his skin as Dean was bent over the frame and his wrists secured with leather cuffs to the legs.

As Sam stripped off his clothes, he couldn't help feeling like the cat who had just eaten a canary, for there was Dean bent over in all his glory, prominently displaying a finely cleft ass. Sam's dick felt like it would surely explode at any minute and he was desperate to bury it in Dean's tight hole. All the same, Sam knew preparation was in order as this might well be Dean's first time with a man. Sam also knew he wanted to savor the first time, he had waited so long for this moment. He walked over to the cabinet behind the horse and selected a large bottle of cinammon scented lube and a riding crop. Dean's eyes widened with apprehension at the sight of the crop.

Sam smacked the crop against his palm a few times to test the sting. It would sting a lot. Without preamble or explanation he brought the crop down hard on Dean's bared backside taking delight in the red welts it left against the soft, golden skin.

"You will count each blow and thank me afterward, is that understood?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir. I deserve it, sir, I'm just a dirty slut."

The crop came swinging down again landing on Dean's left buttcheek.

"One. Thank you, sir."

The whipping continued until Dean could no longer differentiate between pain and pleasure. In between, blows Sam would stroke Dean's buttock with an oiled hand, occasionally slipping a finger into Dean's twitching asshole. Dean counted and he thanked Sam and found himself begging Sam to do filthy things to him.

"Who do you belong to?" Sam demanded.

"You, master. I belong to you. Use me as you will. Beat me, fuck me. Do anything you want to me."

Sam carefully placed the crop on the stone floor and began to knead Dean's ass. He pried the cheeks apart and began licking Dean's asshole, plunging his tongue in and out. Dean was mumbling incoherent pleas, beseeching Sam to fuck him.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sam slowly slid his slick cock into Dean's ass and nearly passed out as he hit home. Sam had never felt anything so tight, it just felt so right. He barely gave Dean a moment to adjust to the sensation before he was pounding Dean's ass hard. Dean muscles were protesting after being bound to the horse for so long, but he was in ecstasy, Sam was hitting his prostate with every stroke. When Dean felt Sam's hand circle his cock he nearly fainted at the sensory overload and he was close to cumming within minutes.

"Please Sam," he gasped out. "Please master, let me cum. I need to cum."

Sam slammed into him hard, almost pulling his cock all the way out with every thrust. "Cum now."

That was all it took for Dean's cum to splash onto the stone tiles and slump against the horse. It was only minutes before Sam joined him, collapsing across Dean's back in exhaustion.

"Please sir, can you let me out now?"

"Very well, slave. You've been very good I will unlock you and you will come with me and sleep with me in my bed," Sam said as he eased himself out of Dean and bent down to remove the cuffs.

Sam lead Dean through an adjoining door into a lavish bedroom. He pulled Dean onto the silk sheets and hugged Dean to his chest like an oversized teddy bear and promptly fell asleep.

Dean was wide awake and more than a little shocked at the evening's events. He was someone's sex slave, someone's property. Dean was sated and kind of content, but all the same he was a little uneasy about becoming the plaything of a man he had just met today under bizarre circumstances. He supposed he would grow accustomed to this in time, after all it's not like he had much to adjust to as he had no past memory of what his night had been before this and he was certain of one thing, he loved his new master. Dean loved the tone of Sam's voice when he was barking orders, the feel of his crop against Dean's skin and the thrust of Sam's dick in his ass. He loved more than that he was in love with Sam, even though it had only been a matter of hours.
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