Wrong Guys After All? 5/6
Chapter 5
"Punish me." The words were out of Nick's mouth before he even knew what he wanted to say and after that it took him a few seconds to realize that he'd said them aloud.
Sam and Dean stared at him which pretty much clarified that, yes, he had said those words aloud. Crap.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to …" Could the floor open and swallow him right now? Again. Please? What was with this two men that screwed with his head that much? This was nothing like it usually was with customers.
"Oh God, I'm a freak." Nick groaned and squirmed under the combined gaze of Sam and Dean. To be honest, they looked a little bit shocked. Slowly they lifted their eyes to look at each other and simultaneously wide grins spread over their faces.
"You're not a freak." Sam said with a rough voice which made Nick shiver.
"I'm sorry …" Nick repeated. Could this become more awkward?
"Shut up." Dean bellowed and his hand on Nick's chest suddenly felt like a vise holding him in place. "We gave you an order and you screwed up." He lowered his head until he was inches from Nick's face, pinning him down with a glare. "So this is what we gonna do …"
His hand slipped higher and closed around Nick's throat, not painful and he had no trouble breathing but with enough pressure for Nick to feel the tightness, feel the resistance against his Adam's apple when he swallowed.
Nick lay very still, the hand on his throat forcing his chin up to look Dean in the eye, but it was anticipation and not fear holding him in place and for long seconds only his harsh breathing filled the silence between them.
When Dean continued, it was in a low and dangerous voice. "We flip you over and tan your hide until you feel really sorry. We redden you ass nicely and when it's all cherry red and glowing Sam has his turn with it. You accept this punishment?"
Nick pushed into the hand on his throat so that Dean would feel it when he swallowed thickly and whispered: "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"At least he has some manners." Sam commented and gave Nick's twitching cock a stroke. "And he seems to like this. You really are a little whore, aren't you?"
Sam's hand closed around Nick's junk and he pulled. With Dean's hand still on his throat Nick could only lift his hips a little bit to follow the pull and easen the growing discomfort but Sam just laughed and gave his junk a sharp yank. Nick whimpered in pain and Sam let go of him.
Without farther ado Dean flipped Nick over and got him in position, pillow under his hips so that his ass was up in the air and then the handcuffs were back, fastened low on the headboard this time.
"Don't want you to squirm all over the bed." Dean explained and gave the metal one last tug. "Comfy?"
He sounded sarcastic but Nick sensed real worry behind the last word. He nodded.
Nick couldn't see what Sam and Dean were doing but he felt hands on his legs, guiding them apart until he lay spread-eagled on the bed, and then they sat down on his thighs pinning him down completely.
Nick dropped his head and took a deep breath, waiting for the first blow. The first touch on his backside, however, was so unexpectedly gentle that it made him flinch. Two hands cupped the globes of his ass, rubbing firm circles into the meat of the muscle, pulling his cheeks apart and pushing them back together.
Then Dean, it was on his left side so it had to be Dean, started tapping on Nick's ass cheek.
Just like a drummer counting in, Nick thought and braced himself. He doubted they would go easy in him.
With the tapping he'd expected the first stroke to come from Dean so it took him by surprise when the first blow landed on his right cheek. Nick yelped and Sam let his hand rest on him for a moment to sooth the sting.
They went slow at first, taking turns in an even rhythm, warming Nick's ass up quite nicely. But then they quickened the pace and altered the rhythm so that Nick never knew from which direction the next blow would come. Each hit landed on already abused skin and now it started to really hurt.
Nick writhed under each sharp smack to his ass but the handcuffs and the two men sitting on his legs hold him firmly in place. Biting his lip he tried to hold back the screams while the tears were running freely down his face now.
Suddenly something broke loose inside of Nick, like a weight lifted from his chest, and he let go. Let go of the screams and welcomed the pain, let it consume him, let it turn into an exquisite kind of pleasure. Instead of squirming away from the strokes he pushed into them now.
"Look at that." Dean sounded quite amused but never stopped the spanking. "Humping the pillow like a needy little bitch."
A hand clasped around Nick's aching cock and pulled it out from under him, laying it on display.
"Don't you dare and come from this." Sam growled and empathized every word with a hard smack to Nick's ass. Nick howled.
When they finally stopped Nick was literally two strokes from safe-wording.
They're good, he thought and fought to get his breathing back under control.
"You did good." Dean praised him and gentle strokes on his back helped Nick to compose himself.
There was some shifting, the weight left his legs and one of them, Sam he guessed, settled between his legs while the other one knelt at his side.
Fingers raked over his abused skin, it felt like knives cutting into him, and then Sam grabbed his hips and got in position behind him. For a second the cool lube at his hole felt good but then Sam tightened his hold on him, fingers digging into heated flesh, and with one thrust Sam forced his erection into Nick. He was still loosened up from Dean fucking him earlier but the sudden stretch caught his breath anyway. And Sam didn't give him time to adjust. Immediately he sat a brutal pace, hips slamming against Nick's ass and Nick cried out with every thrust.
Lost between pleasure and pain Nick didn't notice Dean working on the handcuffs but suddenly his hands were free and Sam and Dean coaxed him up to his hands and knees. As soon as he was in the new position Sam adjusted his grip on Nick's hips, bottomed out almost all the way and then rammed back into him. Slower now but not less brutal Sam fucked him from behind while Dean crawled in front of him.
"Open up." The tip of Dean's cock brushed over Nick's lips, the inside of the condom already smeared with precome, and Nick barely had time to part his lips before Dean forced his way in.
Both hands in Nick's hair Dean hold him in place and then started to thrust in Nick's mouth. He was careful to not choke him but that was all the gentleness Nick got.
After a few seconds both men found their rhythm and fucked into him simultaneously. Nick's eyes watered and he clenched the sheets and tried to not think of his throbbing cock that bobbed neglected between his legs. Once again they were using him. He just had to be there, to offer a hole to fuck into, and that absolutely didn't help him to hold back his orgasm. They didn't have allowed him to come so he hold back as best as he could.
"You close, Sammy?" Dean asked over Nick's back. "Wanna see you come. C'mon, Sammy. Wanna see your face."
Sam's answer was a grunt and some keening and he slammed into Nick with more force now. His cock brushed over Nick's prostate and Nick whimpered around Dean sliding in and out of his mouth.
"Do that again, Sammy." Dean pulled at Nick's hair and thrust deep into the willing mouth.
Sam did it again. And again. Nailing Nick's sweet spot with every thrust Nick wanted to shout out his pleasure, wanted to beg and plead but every sound was muffled by Dean using his mouth.
"I'm gonna … gonna … fuck. Sammy!" Dean's whole body went rigid and he came with his lover's name on his lips. Nick swallowed around him, working the muscles in his throat and milked the last spasms out of him.
With one last pat to Nick's head Dean slipped out of his mouth, sat back on his heels and tossed the condom aside.
"What's up, Sammy?" He mocked the other man. "That ass not hot enough for you? Too bad, mine is out of commission today."
"Not everybody shoots his load like a teenager on a hormone high." Sam muttered and with one hand between Nick's shoulder blades he forced him down until Nick's chest was pressed into the mattress. The new angle seemed to do the trick and after a few more thrusts Sam came deep inside him.
They both collapsed in a breathless heap and after some adjusting all three of them lay on their backs with Nick in the middle. His ass still stung a bit from the spanking but that was nothing compared to his painfully erected cock. Slick with precome it ached for a touch, for some friction.
"Please." Nick begged but didn't touch himself. "Wanna come. Please."
"Dunno." Dean rolled on his side and painted small circles with his finger around Nick's right nipple. "What do you think, Sammy? Does he deserve it?"
"Hmm." Sam mirrored his lover's action and played with Nick's other nipple.
"Please, please." Nick keened, his hips twitching, every little movement sent bolts of pleasure through his dick but it wasn't enough. "Please, need to, please. Let me come."
"He is begging nicely." Sam pointed out and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Teeth closed around the pebbled flesh and Nick arched into the spark of pain.
"Please." It wasn't even a word anymore, just a needy noise followed by little sobs.
Dean's lips found his and gently he licked his way into Nick's mouth, licked along the inside of his bottom lip and sucked at it before he explored farther. Tongue brushed against tongue and Dean inhaled the noises coming deep out of Nick's throat, raw and needy.
Meanwhile Sam kept torturing his nipples, rolling one between his fingertips while he nibbled and sucked at the other one, now and then adding a sharp bite or tug to the treatment.
When, finally, one hand found its way down to Nick's crotch, he couldn't even tell whose it was. The touch was too much. He flinched away, his cock so painfully hard that even the slightest touch set his nerves on fire, but the hand followed and closed firmly around him. Nick whimpered and wrapped his arms around Dean to ground himself.
"You're okay, it's okay. You can come now. Come." Dean whispered in his ear and let Nick hold on to him. Seconds later Nick came. He screamed out his orgasm and blindly clawed into Dean's back while his whole body arched into the fist pumping up and down his length.
With gentle kisses and light strokes over his throat and chest Sam and Dean helped him to calm down.
Nick was close to dozing off when Sam slipped out of bed and came back seconds later with a towel and washcloth.
"I have some ointment for your backside and your wrists." Sam offered while he wiped come from Nick's stomach.
"I'm good." Nick mumbled. His ass was still tender and he had abrasion at his wrists but it didn't bother him enough to move, he was content with just lying there.
Sam returned to his side and snuggled closer while Dean spread the blanket over all of them. Warm and cozy between the two men Nick fell asleep.
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