gilded-lady

Any number of spells could have done it. He could have made him addicted to cock or cum or the taste of Sam's lips. He could have used a love spell even. But Sam wanted Dean to learn this on his own. So the spell he used he didn't put on Dean at all, but a bracelet that he gave him.

It was a cursed object. One Sam had found in John's storage. It was next to all sorts of fun sex related curses. But this one was perfect for what Sam needed. You see, the bracelet was like a magical cock ring, and the spell Sam put on it made it so that only Sam could take it off whoever wore it.

Dean had told him that he wouldn’t fuck Sam if he was last human being on Earth. Sam was ready to make a liar out of him.

Dean slid on his jacket and checked his reflection in the mirror. Deciding on his perfection, he shot himself a wink and a grin. Oh yeah, he was getting it tonight. Michelle wouldn't know what hit her. He stepped out of the bathroom. There was Sam standing arms crossed in front of the door.

"You didn't tell me you were going out," he said.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Sorry, mom. I didn't realize I needed your permission."

Sam's twitched, quickly narrowing, before softening again. "Listen, if you're gonna go out, at least be safe."

With a smirk, Dean reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He held it up for Sam to see. Sam scoffed.

"That's not what I mean, dumb ass. Take this." Sam held up a braided black bracelet that Dean had never seen before.

"A friendship bracelet? Your love is gonna protect me from the boogy men?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's a charm. It keeps away bad spirits. If you don't want a date to turn into a hunt, it might be a good idea to use it."

"Fine," Dean sighed. He couldn't argue with that. Hell, it would probably end up saving his ass from getting blue balled by a ghost. He held out his arm and let his brother slip the bracelet onto his wrist. "Thanks, Sammy. Glad you're always looking out for me."

He shot his brother a wink and brushed past him. Then he was off. Michelle was hotter than hell and ready to go. They were at the bar maybe twenty minutes before they left and went back to her place. It lasted... way too long. In fact, for Dean it never ended. Sure, he made Michelle cum five times before she finally told him to stop and gave him an odd look before declaring it bed time.

Cock still hard and aching, Dean ground his teeth as he left her apartment. He sat down in the car and took a look around, then he pulled himself out of his pants.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man?" He was still wet from being inside her, decent lube for his hand as he fucked up into his fist. He was desperate, right on the edge, he just needed something more. He couldn't figure it out. He shoved down his pants some more then he stuffed two fingers in his mouth to get them wet. He pressed his fingers against his ass and slowly pushed them inside. Usually the rough stretch was enough, but instead it just made it worse. He balls ached and throbbed, his cock twitched and leaked, but he still couldn't cum.

Frustrated, Dean stuffed himself back into this pants and threw the car into reverse. Halfway back to the motel, he realized, he'd never taken off Sam's stupid bracelet. So much for a good luck charm. He yanked at the braid, but he stuck flush to his skin. Forehead scrunched, he tried again. Dean pulled the car over. He sat, tugging and pushing but no matter what he did, he couldn't get the bracelet down over his wrist.

"Son of bitch. What the fuck, Sammy?" Dean huffed and leaned back in the seat. "What a night," he grumbled.

He grabbed a knife from the glove box. He tucked the blade between the bracelet and his wrist and pulled. Nothing. He pulled and pulled and with all his strength, the knife couldn't cut the bracelet. It didn't even tear it a little.

"Fuck!" Dean pulled the car back onto the road and sped his way back to the motel, trees and street signs blurring past. He parked the car, crooked in the spot, and went inside.

"What the fuck, Sam?"

His brother, sitting at the table, looked up from his book. He didn't seem bothered in the least. "How'd your date go?"

"Your fucking bullshit anti-ghost charm fucking attached itself to my wrist that's how it's fucking going!"

Sam's mouth twitched with amusement. "Did the bracelet scare your date off or was it your potty mouth?"

"It was my fucking unshakable hard on that did it! This things fucking cursed or something!"

"Obviously."

Dean blinked. Then he stared. Then he stormed across the room and leaned over the table. "You better not fucking tell me-"

"I did it on purpose? Yeah, I did." Sam shrugged.

Dean grabbed him by the throat and came around the table to slam him against it. Sam only laughed.

"Does choking me turn you on? You'll make it worse you know."

Dean let him go and turned away. "You're fucking sick!"

"Maybe, but I'm also the only one who can take that off you."

"Then fucking take it off!"

"I'll take it off..." Sam smirked. He walked around the table and stood face inches away from Dean's. "When you beg me to fuck your ass until it's fucking ruined and I dump my second load for the night so deep in your guts that you can taste it."

Dean grit his teeth, jaw ticking. "Go to hell."

Sam laughed. "Again? No thank you."

Dean slept in the car that night. They barely spoke for days. Sam knew he was masturbating more and more, trying to get himself off. And he caught sight of a burn on his wrist where he must have tried to burn the bracelet off. His balls must have hurt so bad. It didn't help that when Dean did come back to sleep in the motel, Sam made sure watch porn all night, letting the sounds of sex permeate his dreams. He'd watched him hump the bed in his sleep every night.

Sam was impressed by his strength. It took ten days to finally break him.

"Sammy, please," he begged, tears in his eyes, on his knees even. He looked pretty like that. "Please let me cum. It hurts so bad."

"Let me see it."

With a hard swallow, Dean stood and pulled down his pants, then he underwear. He kicked them off and to the side. Sam held back a grin. His cock and balls were discolored in the worst way, so purple they could have been black. He reached out and touched with his fingers and Dean hissed. Sam licked his lips. Not only was Dean's cock impressively sore, it was gonna hurt like a bitch to finally cum. He was gonna learn his lesson real good.

"You want the bracelet off?"

Dean nodded. "Please."

Sam smirked down at him, admiring the pain and the hate in his eyes, emotions he himself didn't feel. He reached down and took out his cock. And he grinned to watch Dean's eyes widen and flick up to his face and back down.

"Remember how deep I said I was going to be?" he chuckled. "I wasn't joking."

"Sam..."

"What? You don't want it now?"

Dean squeezed his eyes shut. Then he took a breath. "Tell me what to do."

"Suck me off."

Dean nodded, clearly prepared for it. Sam's dick was thick enough to stretch Dean's mouth out with just the head. There was no hope for him taking the whole thing, but he slowly worked his way down as far as he could go. Sam wasn't in a hurry. He let Dean take his time adjusting, finding a rhythm. He'd clearly done it before, just not with a cock so big. Once Sam was bored of letting Dean try, he got a grip on his hair. Dean tried not to fight him as Sam pulled him down on his cock. He could see him start to panic at the same moment he breached his throat. He forced his way down, ignoring how Dean gagged. Tears ran down his cheeks in streams.

"That's a good look on you, Dean." His mouth was too full of cock to offer a snarky reply.

He made a good little fleshlight. He was still and complient while Sam fucked his face. He gasped for air when Sam let him and wiped spit from his chin, but otherwise he was still, letting Sam pull his head up and down like a toy. It was too good. And Dean looked damn incredible when Sam pulled out of his wet mouth and coated his red face in cum. It clung to is long eye lashes and left them wet when he wiped it away.

"You had your fun," Dean said, voice so much gruffer than usual. "Take it off now."

"Poor Dean," Sam smirked. "You know I'm not done with you yet."

Dean's jaw clenched.

"Don't pretend like you're not enjoying yourself at all. We both know you love my dick."

"Fuck you."

"Try again, big brother. I know you can do it. Beg me to fuck you."

Dean's face turned a new shade of red and Sam grinned. "You've never been fucked before have you? That's too good. Beg me to wreck your virgin hole and I'll consider taking the bracelet off and letting you cum on my cock."

Dean swallowed, turning his head away. Sam gave him a minute to work up to it. Then he grumbled, staring at Sam's knees. "Fuck me, please..."

"Try again."

Dean huffed. He looked up and spoke a little louder. "Please wreck my virgin hole, Sammy."

Sam grinned like a shark. "There's a good boy. Finish undressing and get up on the bed."

Without a word, Dean did what he was told. He climbed onto the bed on all fours and sat waiting quietly.

"That must hurt real bad," Sam laughed. "I've never seen you so docile."

"Shut up," Dean grumbled. His head hung down. He flinched as Sam ran a hand over his ass.

"Don't worry, Deano, I'll open you up real slow on my fingers so my giant dick doesn't split you in two."

"No! Just shove it in please." The very idea seemed to send him into a panic. "Please, Sammy."

"You sure?" Sam raised an eyebrow, he was seriously big and Dean was seriously inexperienced. Not that Sam cared if he hurt him. It would just be easier if he didn't freak out about it.

"Please, please just get it over with," he begged.

"Now, if you want something, you'll have to ask nicer than that."

Dean huffed. "Please fuck my ass, Sam. Pretty please."

Sam smirked. "Better. You'll learn."

He left Dean on the bed, shifting anxiously, while he went to grab lube. It was so satisfying to watch him sit there, obedient and impatient. He had to be miserable, but he was learning to do as Sam told him to.

Sam slicked two of his fingers with the lube and worked them into Dean's ass. His brother hissed and groaned, fists in the sheets.

"I said just stick it in!" he complained.

Sam slapped his ass. "Just trust me on this."

"Last time I trusted you, you put a cursed cock ring on me," he grumbled.

Sam smirked behind his back. If only he knew. He fingered his brother's hole, enjoying his little whines, the way he jumped when Sam crooked his middle finger and teased his swollen and sensitive prostate. He played with his hole until his cock was hard again and he was satisfied that Dean was slick and ready. Then he poured more lube out into his hand to coat his cock.

"You ready, big brother?" He held Dean's hip.

"Just do it," Dean groaned.

"What's that?"

"Please fuck me."

"That's better." Sam pressed the head of his cock against Dean's ass. It was the tightest damn squeeze as he pushed in. Dean stretched around him, whining into the bed, clamped down like a vice. He pushed in until he was encased in it. Beads a sweat coated the surface of Dean's skin. He panted against the bed trying.

"How you doing, Dean? Ready to cum yet?"

"Please, Sammy." A small sob shook his chest. Sam smiled.

"Almost there. Be patient." With a bruising grip on his hips, Sam started to move, slowly working him open on his cock. It was a minute before Dean relaxed enough that he could really move and he had no mercy for him then. He could hear Dean sniffling into the bed as he fucked him, pounded his ass.

Sam took his time, enjoying himself, leaving Dean to drool against the bed, tears in his eyes. Sam grabbed his arm while he was out of it and slipped the bracelet off his wrist. Dean whimpered, orgasm building now that it was finally allowed to. A found thrusts of Sam's cock and Dean screamed like he'd been shot. Sam groaned as Dean clamped down way too tight. His body shook, cumming too hard and for too long. It didn't even it look like it felt good.

Sam didn't stop. Not even when he was sure Dean had passed out. His cock kept dripping, flowing a stream of thick cum that had been building up for a week. When Sam got close he slapped Dean's face, smacking his cheek until he blinked his eyes open.

"Now was that so hard?" he smirked. "Feel better?"

"I hate you."

"You're gonna hate me even more when you're carrying my cum around inside you tomorrow." He reached down between Dean's legs to find his still sore cock. Dean whined and tried to bat his hand away, but he couldn't manage it. He laid whimpering while Sam stroked him and massaged his balls.

"I like those sounds you make. I think I'll make you wait just as long for the next one, just I can listen to you cry." His brother's pathetic whimpering had him close. He held his hip tight and pushed in as deep as he could get, deep enough make Dean whine all the more. Then he finally came, burying his cum in Dean's guts like he promised.

Sam pulled out and Dean flopped over with a groan. He looked like he was going to pass out again. Sam grabbed his arm before he could realize the promise Sam had made to make him wait. He was too tired to put it all together, poor thing. He slipped the bracelet back on his wrist and Dean jolted, scrambling away.

"No! Fuck, Sam!" He glared, looking betrayed.