Fic: What S A M Stands for
Title: What S A M Stands For
Fandom: Supernatural FPS
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There is a karaoke room in their bat cave.
Warning: SM
AN: Tag to 9-02. What Crowley said about Sam. By the way, the fic doesn’t really follow the events in the episode. Written for salt_burn_porn.
“…really putting the S A M into S-and-M.”
Dean cursed. Crowley was a demon king. He knew all about them, inside and out. They couldn't hide from him, not when the demon was able to manipulate thoughts they didn't know existed in their heads.
Dean saw Sam's small smile and groaned silently. It didn't take a genius to make out what was in his brother's mind. They had been out so long, dealing with Abbadon, demon-y soldiers, dealing with Zeke. And so far Dean had been the one taking charge, taking the role of the protective one. It must have itched Sam to take over, to turn the table, to remind Dean again who was the master and the slave here.
Dean shivered and saw Sam send him a sharp stare. Dean gulped and nodded faintly. Crowley chuckled softly and Dean glared at him. Blood went up to his face. Dean felt hot. Damn the annoying, too knowing demon.
"Dean, come on."
Dean jerked back. Of course he'd not heard Sam call him earlier. Crowley snorted.
"Come on, Princess. Don't let him wait."
"Shut up," Dean barked.
Crowley did what he did best, lifting one eyebrow. "Oh, Princess only dares snap at a chained man here, right? She'd never raise a voice against his master."
Dean's blood boiled. He pushed forward but Sam grabbed his arm and shoved him toward the door.
"What are you doing, riling him up? He's Crowley, for God's sake."
"I know. I know, Sam." Dean inhaled.
Sam hadn't let go of his arm and when Dean looked up, Sam was staring at him with a teasing smirk on his lips. Dean felt shudders run down his spine.
"What--" He swallowed. "What Crowley said in there--was it true?"
"Crowley said a bunch of things just now."
"Right." Dean laughed nervously. "I mean, was it true that you couldn't wait-to be with me? You know, demons know what you think and all."
Sam pushed him to the nearest wall and Dean's breath hitched when his back connected to it. Sam's eyes went dark and his voice turned low and husky when he spoke.
"You knew it was. You know me better than Crowley does." He pressed his body flushed against Dean, rubbing their cocks together. Dean moaned wantonly. Sam stroked his jaw.
"I miss you, Dean. I miss your face looking so open and submissive as I pound hard into you."
Dean groaned and moaned and rubbed himself shamelessly.
"Stop it." Sam grabbed his throat. Dean gaped but he complied. "I have a plan for you tonight."
"W-what?" Dean said hoarsely as Sam added a bit of pressure around his neck.
“You know the room between the artifact room and one of the guest rooms?”
“The karaoke room?” Dean squeaked. “What’re you going to do there?”
Sam licked Dean’s cheek. “I’m not going to do anything apart from watching.”
Dean’s head spun. “Watching… me?”
“Of course. You’re going to sing, baby, on one condition.”
That couldn’t be good. But before Dean could spit one word out of his lips, Sam grabbed him, draped him over his shoulder, and took him in a fireman’s carry toward their master bedroom. Dean grunted as he bounced on Sam’s shoulder.
In the room, Sam tossed Dean on their bed on his stomach.
“Don’t move,” Sam said.
Dean didn’t reply. He’d do anything Sam asked him to do, but his curiosity peaked when Sam disappeared in the closet where they kept their toys. Dean shivered with anticipation and he turned his head without realizing it.
“I said don’t move.”
Dean froze.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You must be punished for that.”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Please, Sir.”
“Please, Sir.”
“Good. Now strip and stand in the middle of the room. Hands on your head.”
Dean didn’t wait to be told twice. He leaped up and took off his clothes. He got too many layers on. Next time he’d only wear his briefs or nothing at all.
Sam returned and eyed Dean standing naked with hands linked on his head and legs spread. He was carrying something on his back. Dean felt totally exposed and he knew he began to flush. Sam circled him like a predator scrutinizing his prey. Dean struggled not to shift but beads of sweat started to trickle from each and every pore he had. His damp hands moved an inch on his head.
“What are you doing?” Sam’s voice was blade sharp.
Dean straightened up. Playing innocent might work. “M-master?”
“Don’t play with me. You’ll get another punishment.”
Damn
“Let me tell you what I’m going to do with you. I’m going to stick this up your ass.” Sam showed what he had on his hand. Dean swallowed with difficulty. It was the biggest dildo he’d ever seen. It was cock-shaped, making Dean’s mouth water. “Then you’re going to sing. At the karaoke room. Wearing only this.”
Dean opened his mouth and immediately regretted that.
“No, I change my mind. You’re also going to wear a cock ring,” Sam said, smirking. “Now bend over on the bed.”
Dean felt relieved he was finally allowed to move. He bent over with his ass pointing heavenward. He puckered his hole, feeling giddy at the big mama that would enter him. Dean’s breath caught as Sam touched him and his fingers began to stretch him.
“I’m going to prep you good. You won’t feel pain.”
Dean grunted at the feel of fingers breaching him, one, two, three. Sam kept his words. He used a lot of lube until that was all that Dean felt. Sam slid in and out, and soon it was Dean who pumped up and down.
“You like it, huh?”
Dean was too busy groaning to answer. Sam’s three fingers felt good in him but he couldn’t wait for the huge plug.
“Please. Need more.”
“Patience, slave. You’ll get more when I say so.”
“Yes. Yes, Sir.” Dean gasped. Sam pulled out, and Dean whined at the sudden loss.
Smack
“Ack!” Dean arched up.
“That was your punishment,” Sam said before he spanked, and spanked Dean again. And slid the dildo in one smooth go. “There you go.”
The sheer change of sensation almost made Dean fell flat on the mattress. He felt so full right now. His legs trembled and his hips began to get cramped.
“Sir, may-may I…” He didn’t know what he was asking for he didn’t know what position would make him feel better.
“Stand up,” Sam said.
Dean obeyed. He wobbled a bit and Sam caught him. Dean felt funny down there. It was as if he wanted to go but he couldn’t because of this big stuff blocking the way. Dean breathed hard and Sam waited a couple of minutes until Dean relaxed.
“Okay, change of plan. No need for cock ring.”
Dean didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. His cock hardened and curled up painfully against his stomach. He was so close. Sam would punish him hard if he dared come without permission.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked. Dean nodded frantically. He was-awesome.
“All right. Let’s go.”
***
Dean staggered with dildo in his ass grazing his prostate every now and then as Sam led him to the karaoke room. He looked around.
“What are you looking for?” Sam asked.
“Kev-Kevin.”
“No worries. He was asleep.”
Sleep-but he could be awake anytime, couldn’t he?
“I locked his room.”
Dean gawked at Sam. He didn’t remember Sam leaving him while they were in the bedroom. Sam huffed.
“I did that after I chained Crowley in the dungeon,” Sam said, answering Dean’s unspoken question.
God. Sam had really planned it all. He laughed now.
“You look so cute, Dean. I can’t wait watching you sing with that thing up in your ass.”
Dean groaned as Sam dragged him on.
***
I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire
You come to me, come to me wild and wild
When you come to me
Give me everything I need
Dean’s hand turned damp as he gripped the mike even when he just started. Here he was on stage in front of his sole, captive audience, singing Tina Turner’s Simply the Best. He was painfully aware of his naked state while Sam was still fully clothed in his flannel shirt and jeans. Dean tried not to move but the pounding music filling the room and the emotional lyrics made him want to jump around. Which was not good for him. Not good at all.
You're simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead
Dean ground and rolled his hips, crooning with all his heart, baring his soul. Sam was the best for him. Dean would die for him. Well, he did. His cock swell. It was painful, yet it was a good pain.
In your heart I see the star of every night and every day
In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away
Just as long as I'm here in your arms
I could be in no better place
He didn’t care about his state anymore. Dean roamed the stage, practically hopping around, sending the dildo deeper into his body. His pathetic groans and moans were one with the lyrics.
You're simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead
Dean dropped on his knees, opened them wide, and his cock, red, hard, begging for release, pointed straight to Sam. He made a pumping motion, grunting and gasping as the dildo attacked his sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Please, please, please,” he chanted, delirious. “Please Sam. Sorry, Sir. Master. I’m coming. I’m coming now…”
Dean came, long and hard, without anybody, not even himself, touching his cock. He just kept pumping over the plug, milking himself until he was finally dry. When he opened his eyes he wasn’t aware of closing, he caught the sight of Sam, his beloved Master, sprawling there on his chair, totally mesmerized.
Fin
Fandom: Supernatural FPS
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There is a karaoke room in their bat cave.
Warning: SM
AN: Tag to 9-02. What Crowley said about Sam. By the way, the fic doesn’t really follow the events in the episode. Written for salt_burn_porn.
“…really putting the S A M into S-and-M.”
Dean cursed. Crowley was a demon king. He knew all about them, inside and out. They couldn't hide from him, not when the demon was able to manipulate thoughts they didn't know existed in their heads.
Dean saw Sam's small smile and groaned silently. It didn't take a genius to make out what was in his brother's mind. They had been out so long, dealing with Abbadon, demon-y soldiers, dealing with Zeke. And so far Dean had been the one taking charge, taking the role of the protective one. It must have itched Sam to take over, to turn the table, to remind Dean again who was the master and the slave here.
Dean shivered and saw Sam send him a sharp stare. Dean gulped and nodded faintly. Crowley chuckled softly and Dean glared at him. Blood went up to his face. Dean felt hot. Damn the annoying, too knowing demon.
"Dean, come on."
Dean jerked back. Of course he'd not heard Sam call him earlier. Crowley snorted.
"Come on, Princess. Don't let him wait."
"Shut up," Dean barked.
Crowley did what he did best, lifting one eyebrow. "Oh, Princess only dares snap at a chained man here, right? She'd never raise a voice against his master."
Dean's blood boiled. He pushed forward but Sam grabbed his arm and shoved him toward the door.
"What are you doing, riling him up? He's Crowley, for God's sake."
"I know. I know, Sam." Dean inhaled.
Sam hadn't let go of his arm and when Dean looked up, Sam was staring at him with a teasing smirk on his lips. Dean felt shudders run down his spine.
"What--" He swallowed. "What Crowley said in there--was it true?"
"Crowley said a bunch of things just now."
"Right." Dean laughed nervously. "I mean, was it true that you couldn't wait-to be with me? You know, demons know what you think and all."
Sam pushed him to the nearest wall and Dean's breath hitched when his back connected to it. Sam's eyes went dark and his voice turned low and husky when he spoke.
"You knew it was. You know me better than Crowley does." He pressed his body flushed against Dean, rubbing their cocks together. Dean moaned wantonly. Sam stroked his jaw.
"I miss you, Dean. I miss your face looking so open and submissive as I pound hard into you."
Dean groaned and moaned and rubbed himself shamelessly.
"Stop it." Sam grabbed his throat. Dean gaped but he complied. "I have a plan for you tonight."
"W-what?" Dean said hoarsely as Sam added a bit of pressure around his neck.
“You know the room between the artifact room and one of the guest rooms?”
“The karaoke room?” Dean squeaked. “What’re you going to do there?”
Sam licked Dean’s cheek. “I’m not going to do anything apart from watching.”
Dean’s head spun. “Watching… me?”
“Of course. You’re going to sing, baby, on one condition.”
That couldn’t be good. But before Dean could spit one word out of his lips, Sam grabbed him, draped him over his shoulder, and took him in a fireman’s carry toward their master bedroom. Dean grunted as he bounced on Sam’s shoulder.
In the room, Sam tossed Dean on their bed on his stomach.
“Don’t move,” Sam said.
Dean didn’t reply. He’d do anything Sam asked him to do, but his curiosity peaked when Sam disappeared in the closet where they kept their toys. Dean shivered with anticipation and he turned his head without realizing it.
“I said don’t move.”
Dean froze.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You must be punished for that.”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Please, Sir.”
“Please, Sir.”
“Good. Now strip and stand in the middle of the room. Hands on your head.”
Dean didn’t wait to be told twice. He leaped up and took off his clothes. He got too many layers on. Next time he’d only wear his briefs or nothing at all.
Sam returned and eyed Dean standing naked with hands linked on his head and legs spread. He was carrying something on his back. Dean felt totally exposed and he knew he began to flush. Sam circled him like a predator scrutinizing his prey. Dean struggled not to shift but beads of sweat started to trickle from each and every pore he had. His damp hands moved an inch on his head.
“What are you doing?” Sam’s voice was blade sharp.
Dean straightened up. Playing innocent might work. “M-master?”
“Don’t play with me. You’ll get another punishment.”
Damn
“Let me tell you what I’m going to do with you. I’m going to stick this up your ass.” Sam showed what he had on his hand. Dean swallowed with difficulty. It was the biggest dildo he’d ever seen. It was cock-shaped, making Dean’s mouth water. “Then you’re going to sing. At the karaoke room. Wearing only this.”
Dean opened his mouth and immediately regretted that.
“No, I change my mind. You’re also going to wear a cock ring,” Sam said, smirking. “Now bend over on the bed.”
Dean felt relieved he was finally allowed to move. He bent over with his ass pointing heavenward. He puckered his hole, feeling giddy at the big mama that would enter him. Dean’s breath caught as Sam touched him and his fingers began to stretch him.
“I’m going to prep you good. You won’t feel pain.”
Dean grunted at the feel of fingers breaching him, one, two, three. Sam kept his words. He used a lot of lube until that was all that Dean felt. Sam slid in and out, and soon it was Dean who pumped up and down.
“You like it, huh?”
Dean was too busy groaning to answer. Sam’s three fingers felt good in him but he couldn’t wait for the huge plug.
“Please. Need more.”
“Patience, slave. You’ll get more when I say so.”
“Yes. Yes, Sir.” Dean gasped. Sam pulled out, and Dean whined at the sudden loss.
Smack
“Ack!” Dean arched up.
“That was your punishment,” Sam said before he spanked, and spanked Dean again. And slid the dildo in one smooth go. “There you go.”
The sheer change of sensation almost made Dean fell flat on the mattress. He felt so full right now. His legs trembled and his hips began to get cramped.
“Sir, may-may I…” He didn’t know what he was asking for he didn’t know what position would make him feel better.
“Stand up,” Sam said.
Dean obeyed. He wobbled a bit and Sam caught him. Dean felt funny down there. It was as if he wanted to go but he couldn’t because of this big stuff blocking the way. Dean breathed hard and Sam waited a couple of minutes until Dean relaxed.
“Okay, change of plan. No need for cock ring.”
Dean didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. His cock hardened and curled up painfully against his stomach. He was so close. Sam would punish him hard if he dared come without permission.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked. Dean nodded frantically. He was-awesome.
“All right. Let’s go.”
***
Dean staggered with dildo in his ass grazing his prostate every now and then as Sam led him to the karaoke room. He looked around.
“What are you looking for?” Sam asked.
“Kev-Kevin.”
“No worries. He was asleep.”
Sleep-but he could be awake anytime, couldn’t he?
“I locked his room.”
Dean gawked at Sam. He didn’t remember Sam leaving him while they were in the bedroom. Sam huffed.
“I did that after I chained Crowley in the dungeon,” Sam said, answering Dean’s unspoken question.
God. Sam had really planned it all. He laughed now.
“You look so cute, Dean. I can’t wait watching you sing with that thing up in your ass.”
Dean groaned as Sam dragged him on.
***
I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire
You come to me, come to me wild and wild
When you come to me
Give me everything I need
Dean’s hand turned damp as he gripped the mike even when he just started. Here he was on stage in front of his sole, captive audience, singing Tina Turner’s Simply the Best. He was painfully aware of his naked state while Sam was still fully clothed in his flannel shirt and jeans. Dean tried not to move but the pounding music filling the room and the emotional lyrics made him want to jump around. Which was not good for him. Not good at all.
You're simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead
Dean ground and rolled his hips, crooning with all his heart, baring his soul. Sam was the best for him. Dean would die for him. Well, he did. His cock swell. It was painful, yet it was a good pain.
In your heart I see the star of every night and every day
In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away
Just as long as I'm here in your arms
I could be in no better place
He didn’t care about his state anymore. Dean roamed the stage, practically hopping around, sending the dildo deeper into his body. His pathetic groans and moans were one with the lyrics.
You're simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead
Dean dropped on his knees, opened them wide, and his cock, red, hard, begging for release, pointed straight to Sam. He made a pumping motion, grunting and gasping as the dildo attacked his sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Please, please, please,” he chanted, delirious. “Please Sam. Sorry, Sir. Master. I’m coming. I’m coming now…”
Dean came, long and hard, without anybody, not even himself, touching his cock. He just kept pumping over the plug, milking himself until he was finally dry. When he opened his eyes he wasn’t aware of closing, he caught the sight of Sam, his beloved Master, sprawling there on his chair, totally mesmerized.
Fin