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Sam was once again balls deep in Dean’s delectable ass, with one massive hand wrapped around his freckled throat, squeezing ever so carefully, when he had inquired as to what was kept in the room down the hall. The room with the locked door. The locked door that was thicker, heavier, and had clearly been upgraded from every other door that was in Dean Smith’s immaculately kept condo.
Dean tried to think, to formulate an answer to what was a perfectly reasonable question, but he found that he was a little flustered by the thought of Sam finding out about his one, last remaining secret. In all honestly, probably not much of one, not after all of their various interactions they had shared together over the last month. Sam had been elevated from Dean’s random fuck buddy that he had picked him up late one night to damn near his full-fledged Dom, with all of the requisite benefits. While they hadn’t formalized their relationship with the actual words, it really wasn’t that far off from being official. Not with the way that Sam played Dean’s body like a fiddle each and every night.
Dean wasn’t quite sure if he was quivering from Sam’s current actions, which included the delicious clench of those thick fingers around Dean’s throat as he corkscrewed his hips while Sam fucked into him so goddamned slowly, making Dean want to scream in frustration because Sam simply wouldn’t give him the good hard fucking that he was currently craving. Or Dean might have been quivering at the thought of what lay behind the door at the center of Sam’s question. All of the carefully crafted, custom made equipment with the high-quality leather restraints, that was sealed behind the only room in the condo that had been soundproofed.
All because Dean was a screamer. Which was why a pillow or cushion was always handy, so that he could bury his face in it as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Night after goddamned night. As Sam’s monster cock split every single hole that he had wide open. Be it his exquisite ass or his talented mouth, Dean knew how to please.
“I asked you a question. Are you actually considering not answering me?” The normally soft baritone was always darker and deeper when Sam was like this. When he was dominating every single square inch of Dean’s body. Holding him down, keeping him still, not allowing him the freedom of movement, lest Sam then refuses to allow Dean to come, or forces him to come until he has nothing left to give but a few dry pulses as Sam’s massive hands work over his eager flesh to the point of overstimulation.
“It’s my… um… playroom.” Dean swallowed hard, as he felt the hips that were smoothly rocking into him jerk and lose their carefully controlled rhythm. He shivered as he felt the hot breath of his Dom wash over his freckle-covered ear. “Your what?” Sam’s voice held a note of curiosity that thrilled Dean, even as it made him realize that their relationship was in all likelihood about to be taken to the very next level, one he wasn’t quite certain that he would be able to survive.
Sam had become the determined beast that usually surfaced when he was particularly worked up, driving Dean down into the soft bedding as his narrow hips had pistoned into the willing flesh beneath him, not stopping until Dean had come so hard that he lost the ability to speak, and Sam had come in his ass as his hand had squeezed Dean’s slender throat hard enough that lack of oxygen had been a legitimate concern for a hot minute. Condoms having been forsaken once they had both been tested and received a clean bill of health. Once they had both regained control of their bodies, and Sam had fed Dean a bottle of water and a chocolate bar, Sam had waited patiently while Dean had retrieved the key and opened the door for him.
Currently, Dean was kneeling on the padded mat in the center of the room, watching as the gloriously naked body moved about the room. Sam was a fascinating contradiction. He was all long lean lines, but with a bulkiness that wasn’t readily apparent until he was naked. His work clothes were loose enough that you might not notice the bulging biceps, or the amazingly firm ass that crowned the narrow hips. Dean knew he ran each and every morning, and that while he indulged in the occasional steak, he like Dean, primarily ate salads and enjoyed a good smoothie. When combined with his daily hour-long workout once he was done with his run, the results were spectacular. Leaving a sculpted body that had a strength that could twist anyone he was with into a pretzel on demand.
But Sam didn’t force Dean’s body to do what it wasn’t built for. He may hold Dean down, restrict his movements in the heat of the moment, but it was all something that Dean craved with every fiber of his being. To know that he was helpless, that Sam could do whatever he wanted to him, for however long he wanted to, and even though Dean knew Sam would immediately stop if he safe worded, he had never once come close to uttering ‘Impala’.
Presently, Sam looked like a kid in a candy store, as his long fingers glided over every single piece of equipment, while he clearly admired the craftsmanship. His eyes wide as he inspected every leather cuff, all of the embedded bolts, as he did the mental calculations to know how hard he would be able to push Dean as they utilized all of the treasures that he had just discovered. “How long have you had all this?” The words were soft, spoken in the tone that Sam always used at work, when he was just a regular joe slogging his way through the normal work routine that everyone was saddled with.
“They were designed when I was nineteen, and then I saved up for them for years. They were finally ordered and delivered a little over two years ago.” Dean saw Sam cock his head, as he listened to the answer, but then he discovered the armoire, and his face lit up as he revealed the wide assortment of toys that was kept within. All in pristine condition, all in their place, and all were ready to be used on a very willing sub.
“I don’t know if I should punish you for keeping this from me or not.” Dean heard the steel beginning to creep back into the baritone that could order him to come, and like a well-trained dog, he would. Never questioning how he had been conditioned so quickly to respond to all of Sam’s wants and desires, just thanking God that he had found someone who was so compatible to him.
“Well, a sharp mind like yours, I would have assumed that you would have noted the door and inquired earlier. So, really, who’s to blame?” Dean watched as that magnificent body slowly turned back towards him, as the massive and only half hard cock twitched at the insubordination that had been thrown its way, as the wide hazel eyes carefully ran over the gorgeous body of their kneeling sub, while his big brain contemplated all of the ways that he would beat such insolence out him.
Dean knew Sam liked him just the way that he was. Well put together without rocking a hard body like Sam had. Dean was lean, but he wasn’t bulging. The muscle was there, just not obvious. One of their first conversations had been about Dean’s eating habits. That was when Sam decided that Dean would get chocolate after they were together, as he might not be getting enough calories otherwise. And even though Sam acted like a driven and controlling Dom, he did genuinely care for Dean. Even above and beyond the normal Dom/sub relationship. But when they played… Sam had a sternness and a hardness about him that made Dean question if they had a long-term outlook in their future.
“My, my, my. Looks like something forgot his place.” Sam closed the distance between them, leaned down and wrapped his long fingers around Dean’s bicep, yanking him up as he turned towards the highly polished St. Andrews cross that dominated the far side of the room. Dean was strapped in quickly, his breathing becoming deeper as he tried to calm himself the fuck back down, as he was finally going to get to use the equipment that had cost him a small fortune, but that he had never before trusted anyone enough to share his secret with.
“Should I let my hole see what’s coming?” A pause as fingers glided over the various satin lined blindfolds, and then the black one with the red stitching was selected and secured over Dean’s fluttering eyelids. Sam tied it securely behind his head, then moved back to the armoire. Dean tensed as he heard the metal clang, knowing that Sam was in the drawer with the…
The first strike with the flogger caused Dean’s back to arch, as he let out a cry of pure ecstasy, knowing that in this room, he didn’t need to be concerned with how loud he was, even though there was a wide assortment of gags in the bottom drawer. The second strike wrapped around his ribcage, and caused a full body shiver to race through him, as he imagined it tangling with a nipple clamp, ripping it off of the blood engorged nub…
The third strike of the suede flogger had Dean swearing that he would do literally anything if the sweet torment would just never stop. The fourth strike left him fighting to not come, knowing that the punishment would be severe if he disobeyed the standing rule. A hand was sliding into his hair, fingers tightening as his Dom pulled his head back, neck arching wickedly as that hot tongue licked a stripe up the side, just before he heard the whisper. “You really are just a needy hole, aren’t you? I’ve barely even touched you and you’re ready to come all over this gorgeous cross.” Dean whimpered, all that he could do as his body screamed for release from the exquisite agony of being bent back just a hair too far. As his neck strained, as his back burned, as his rock-hard cock throbbed, and as that dark voice just kept on going. With those full lips pressed against the soft shell of his freckle-covered ear, as it whispered about all of the truly debauched things that Dean would give anything to have done to him. Even if it was only once.
“Should I leave you here? All bound up. All by yourself? With no one to touch all of this beautiful skin, that will look even prettier once I’ve gotten done marking it the fuck up.” Dean could feel the heat of the powerful body that was pressing him against the cross unmercifully. That was grinding the monster cock of his dreams against his deliciously perfect peach of an ass. One that had been totally and completely owned by just one person, who Dean would willingly give carte blanche to, if he would only do something, anything…
“Or should I use you? Violate every hole? Until you’ve been reduced to a sobbing mess?” Dean swallowed hard at the words, wanted to nod shamelessly, but he was being held too tight. Sam was so strong that he didn’t need to use a single restraint to control Dean, one of his massive hands was more than sufficient to pin Dean’s hands wherever he wanted them to be. Above his head as Sam bent him in half and pounded him through the mattress? Check! Behind his back as Sam had him bent over the nearest flat surface and drove into him like there was never a need for Dean to be able to sit comfortably again? Check check!
Laced together and held against his chest while Sam completely engulfed him in the shower, while they were leaning up against the slippery wall, as Sam rocked into him slow and gentle, and Dean wanted to scream because it just wasn’t enough? Oh, motherfucking check!
And when full beast mode was finally activated, and Dean was reduced to a point where he couldn’t even figure out how to make even the most basic of gutteral noises? For the love of all that was holy and pure, CHECK!
“Makes me wonder what I should do to you. If I should gag you, shove one of those impressive dildos up your ass, and then leave you to stew for a few hours. Knowing that you’re not allowed to come until I say so. And I have a feeling I would be enjoying the show too much to give the command.” Tears were slipping down Dean’s freckled cheeks now, as the scenario ran through his head. Part of him almost wanted it, needed it on some base level. But the other part only wanted his Dom to take him apart as he was strapped to this cross. To bear down on him, spear him open, and work his eager flesh until he was coming dry, his body no longer able to keep up with the demands that were put upon it.
“Hmmm. Looks like you might enjoy that a little too much. And I need the time to design the perfect scenario.” Dean felt Sam shift, heard the squelch of the upended lube bottle, and he would have fallen to his knees to thank God, except that he was securely bound to the cross which rendered such actions impossible, when he felt the head of his favorite cock begin to slide into his previously fucked-out hole. His head was still pulled back, and now Sam’s mouth had latched onto the side of his arched neck, as he sucked his mark there. Knowing that Dean would need to apply concealer as it was too high to be hidden by the collar of his shirt.
Dean was lost, as Sam pounded into him, as he began to whisper about how he wanted to use some of the toys on Dean. About how Dean was lucky this time, that Sam didn’t need him to plead and beg. But next time…
Dean was so lost in the fantasy that was being spun for him, that he almost didn’t register that the magic words had finally been spoken. But as Sam’s hips slowed, as that husky voice gentled, Dean let out a shattered cry as he came all over the polished wood. As he shook and quaked, and felt the strong arms move to support him, even though it wasn’t needed in the least. Sam followed, whispering about how good it felt when Dean’s greedy hole tried to devour his cock, how he had never been with someone so able to take every single inch of him, regardless of what hole was being used.
Dean was floating then, not coming back to himself until some time later. Water, chocolate, and a peeled and segmented orange were all waiting for him. He had been cleaned up, and Sam was holding him against his broad chest as his fingers ran up and down his back. “Are you alright?” The voice was as tender as Dean had ever heard, almost scared. Like maybe Sam feared that he had gone a little too far this time.
Dean nodded, and then swallowed, before he felt the straw at his lips, and he drank deeply of the offered water. It took another minute, and Dean’s emerald-green eyes took in all of the concern that was on obvious display as Sam stared down at him, before he could speak.
“Never better.” Sam’s dimpled smile appeared in the next moment, and Dean couldn’t help but to respond to the relief that shone through. He leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss against the lips that could utter such filth when the mood struck them, and then he was being pressed back into the soft bedding. As Sam fed him every bit of his food.
Dean’s plush lips had just helped to suck the last bit of sweetness off of Sam’s fingers, when he heard the instructions. “Rest now. Because I’m still not done with you.”
Dean smiled softly to himself, as he wished and hoped that the day would never arrive. That Sam would never come to feel like he was done with Dean.
He was drifting off to sleep, when he swore that he heard even softer words being uttered close to his ear. Words that no one had ever spoken to him before. Words he had longed for since he was old enough to know what they signified. “I love you and I’ll never let you go.”
Ditto, was all that Dean could think before he slipped into sleeps gentle embrace.