Title: In the 'Cuffs: Sammy's Turn
Author: eclecticxdetour
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 4118
Rating: 18+
WarningsEntciements: bottom!Sam, mentioned bottom!Dean, rimming, toy!play, bondage, A2M
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own neither the boys, nor Supernatural
Summary: Sam's being difficult so Dean brings out the toys: handcuffs and a special vibrating massager.
A/N: This is the 14th installment in the divorced!Sam 'verse. The rest are here [Starting with the first]:01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13
A/N Deux: This installment is pretty much straight up porn. If at anytime it seems a little... over-porny please tell me, lol.
A/N Trois: Also, I'm pretty sure that handcuffs probably wouldn't actually fit around a 6'4" guy's ankles, but just go with it ;]



“Damnit, Sammy,” growled Dean, shifting Sam’s wrists between his hands as he straddled Sam’s naked back, “would you quit fucking squirming?”

Sam huffed out a breath, “I would if you’d fucking do something instead of just sitting on me, jerk.”

Dean quirked a brow and grinned wickedly as he figured how he could get Sam to do what he wanted. “Oh? Want me to get out the handcuffs do you?”

Sam keened and wriggled harder, face pressed into the mussed sheets as he shook his head no.

“No?” breathed Dean, pressing his knees harder into the mattress as he reached into the side-table drawer full of their special toys. “The way you’re still squirming says you do want to play with them, little brother.” He managed to find the two metal pairs of handcuffs and then he pressed his chest to Sam’s back.

Sam groaned and wormed his wrists from between Dean’s hand and spread his arms wide for his brother, letting Dean know that, really, he was more than willing to be handcuffed to the bed.

Dean shook his head and sighed, “Oh no, baby brother,” as he grabbed onto Sam’s hips and dragged him to the foot of the bed. “Think I’m gonna bend you over the bed and ‘cuff your ankles, Sammy. You want that?”

Sam willingly spread his legs and let out a wanton moan when Dean peeled off his jeans and underwear before positioning his ankles close to the metal feet.

“You sure, Sammy?” asked Dean quietly as he knelt behind Sam and rubbed Sammy’s ankles.

Dean knew that Sam could just be playing along for his sake, but he always wanted to make sure that Sam wanted it, too, and that Sam wasn’t just doing it because it was what he wanted.

“I’mma bend you over this bed in a second, De,” replied Sam in exasperation.

“I hear you, baby brother,” laughed Dean, locking the loops of metal around Sam’s ankles and then around the feet of the bed frame.

“Can you stand up?” asked Dean, scooting back so Sam could try to stand.

Sam pressed his palms against the mattress and tried to stand, legs too far apart to comfortably stand up straight, so he face-planted on top of the bed once more. “No,” he muttered, face pressed against the sheets.

“Good,” growled Dean smacking at Sam’s sweet ass, grin pulling at his lips when Sam’s body jolted and he let out a small moan.

He sat back and admired the feast presented before him. Sam spread out and willing was always one of his favorite things, but Sam spread out, willing, and vulnerable to all the nasty things he wanted to do to his little brother? He was just glad he hadn’t split the crotch of his jeans with how hard his dick was inside his denims.

Dean chewed at his bottom lip as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to Sammy. It wasn’t rare that either of them found themselves bound to furniture and getting thoroughly fucked. But this was the first time he had ever ‘cuffed Sam’s feet. He was sure that there were all kinds of pleasant torture he could put his brother through in his bound position.

He remembered the vibrating massager he’d bought at the Super Wal-Mart the last time Sam had made him buy groceries. At first glance Dean had thought the thing was a vibrator and couldn’t keep his thoughts from straying to how many people had bought the thing and were using it for purposes other than intended…

He’d absently put it in the cart and stowed it away in the sock drawer when he got home, sure to keep it from Sam because he knew his baby boy would start asking questions.

But now, he couldn’t think of a situation that better called for the massager, sure that with enough lube he could give Sam all sorts of mind blowing pleasure.

Dean cupped Sam’s cheeks and rubbed the supple flesh as he kissed just above the swell of Sam’s ass, quickly flicking his tongue out and teasing it along the crease.

“Don’t you look like a Pretty Princess,” he laughed, hands still caressing Sam’s butt, nose pressed to the base of Sam’s spine as he flittered his tongue over Sam’s center, “all spread for me, just waitin’ to get fucked.”

“Hell yeah, c’mon, De, fuck me.”

“Want my tongue, first, baby boy? Want me to eat your ass?”

Sam made a strangled sound and he felt Dean smirk against his asscheek.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly, fingers clenching at the sheets when Dean gifted him with a broad swipe of his tongue over his hole. “Fuck,” he hissed, pushing back into the awesome sensations of Dean’s slick muscle against him.

Dean hummed as he pulled back from Sam’s behind, tongue slicking over his lips as he enjoyed Sammy’s flavor, sweat from their earlier fucking still present between Sam’s cheeks. His thoughts caused a twinge in his ass, muscles remembering the feel of Sam’s hard thrusts into him when Sammy had at him over their dresser that morning.

His thoughts were brought back to the present when he heard Sam’s tentative, “Dean?”

“Yeah, baby boy, m’sorry. Just rememberin’ this morning.”

Sam moaned and shifted his hips against the bed causing Dean to grin, knowing that Sam was remembering their hard fuck, too.

“God, De, say shit like that and I’ll--” but Sam didn’t get a chance to finish as Dean chose that moment to dive back in, his big brother’s tongue a point as Dean teased the rim of his hole, moan spilling from his lips as he pressed back against Dean’s talented tongue.

Dean flattened his tongue and rubbed it up and down over the furled muscle of Sammy’s hole, reveling in the soft pleasured sounds Sam made.

“Fuck, man, love your mouth,” groaned Sam, legs quaking when Dean palmed his cheeks and spread them apart, thumbs playing at the edge of his hole as Dean worked to get inside.

Dean pressed a smile to Sam’s entrance before he sucked his right thumb into his mouth, slicking up the digit so he could push it inside his baby brother alongside his tongue.

He managed to get his tongue inside without problem, his Sammy always ready for a little seeing to from his tongue.

Sam cried out at the sensation, Dean alternately flattening and widening his tongue inside. He unclenched one hand from the sheets and reached back for his brother, Dean’s hand quickly finding his and curling their fingers together next to his hip on the mattress.

He let out a low moan when he felt the pressure of Dean’s thumb against his hole, knowing that Dean was going to take his time licking him open, not that he minded in the slightest. He loved how Dean was so greedy for everything he let his big brother have and he would always give Dean everything he had to offer.

Sam squeezed Dean’s hand in his as Dean breached his hole with his thumb, the rest of his fingers stroking his buttock as his thumb and tongue stroked along his insides.

Dean grinned when he felt Sam’s hips jerk against his face, encouraging the ministrations of his tongue and thumb. He squeezed Sam’s hand back and worked his tongue harder, swirling his muscle in small curly-q’s as he curled his thumb counter to his tongue.

He pulled his thumb from Sam and retracted his tongue with a soft cry of protest from his little brother. “Got’cha, Sammy. I’ll give you s’more. Taste so good, baby boy,” he breathed, kissing the dip of Sam’s spine after he slicked two fingers with his tongue.

He pressed both saliva-slick fingers into Sam and groaned at the feel of Sam’s tight heat clenching around his digits.

“Jesus!”

“Dean,” he answered, gently nipping at the inside of Sam’s asscheek before he leant forward and slicked his tongue around his fingers.

“Jerk,” answered Sam, whimpering when Dean curled his fingers just so and pressed against his muscles, fingertips pushing on that spongy bundle causing him to tremble and keen.

“That it, Sammy?” asked Dean, tone teasing as he knew he’d found that spot inside his baby boy just by the sound Sam made when he manipulated Sam’s prostate.

Sam groaned and writhed against their bed, hips urging for more attention as he rocked. His cock rutted against the sheets with the most delicious friction as he pressed back into the amazing torture of Dean’s tongue.

Dean pulled back from Sam’s hole with a small, yet obscene, slurping noise. He pushed a third finger into Sammy as he sucked a bruise into Sam’s left cheek.

“Dean, please,” whined Sam, circling his hips as he tried to escape from the tease of Dean’s fingers, “Want you.”

“Almost, baby brother. Got a little somethin’ else for ya’.” He spread his fingers inside Sam one last time and then pulled them out with a squelch.

He stood and stretched his legs, knees achy from kneeling behind Sam on the floor for so long, but when he walked to the side of the bed and saw Sammy’s fucked-out expression his achy knees were totally worth it.

Dean leant down and pressed a kiss to the bridge of Sam’s nose. “Hang tight, Sammy,” he whispered, stroking a hand through Sam’s hair and then walking to their dresser. He rooted around in the sock drawer for the massager and snatched the lube they’d used earlier from the top of the dresser before he closed the drawer and returned to the side of the bed.

“So,” he drawled, setting the tube of lubricant next to Sam’s head, “I bought another toy the other day.”

Sam butted in before Dean could finish. “What the hell? You went to the sex shop without me? Again!?”

Dean laughed and reached out and stroked Sam’s cheek, “Dude, I bought this when you sent me out to buy groceries.”

/>“I told you already, De, I am not playing Doctor with you.”

Dean cocked a brow and smirked, bringing the massager forward and presenting it to Sam. “Not a thermometer, Sammy. S’a massager.”

His smirk grew wicked when he heard Sam’s audible swallow and saw the widening of Sam’s already blown pupils.

“Dean. No.”

Dean nodded and flipped on the massager, bringing it to Sam’s neck and letting the vibrations soothe Sam’s tension.

“You don’t like it and I’ll stop, Sammy,” he said, moving back behind Sam after he snatched up the slick. He trailed the vibrator over Sam’s shoulders, grinning when he saw Sam’s muscles slowly relaxing, soft moan making its way from between Sam’s lips as he enjoyed the pseudo-massage.

He leant over Sam’s back and sucked at the top knob of Sam’s spine, cock fitted along the valley of Sammy’s ass as he held the massager lightly against Sam’s flank. He smiled against the back of Sam’s neck when Sam squirmed, tease of the massager tickling against sensitive skin.

“Want me to stop?”

Sam shook his head and breathed, “Keep going.”

Dean nodded against Sam’s neck and slid down Sam’s body, lips pressing chastely against the middle of Sam’s back before he settled on his knees again.

He pressed the length of the massager between Sam’s cheeks and grinned when Sam groaned and bucked back against it.

“Holy fuck,” sighed Sam, hole twitching as the vibrations teased his nerves.

“I’mma turn it off for a second, Sammy.”

“No,” whined Sam, reaching back for Dean only to have his brother catch his hand and kiss his knuckles.

“Gotta get it in you and then I’ll turn it back on, ‘kay?”

Sam shuddered, mind imprinting just how fantastic the vibrations would feel inside him, massager pushed against his prostate as Dean’s slightly calloused fingers stroked along his skin.

“Nngh, hurry,” he moaned, trying to spread his legs further but to no avail as his bound ankles restricted his movement.

“Goddamn, little brother,” mumbled Dean, eyes riveted to Sam’s stretched hole as he slicked some lube over the furled muscle. He spread a generous amount of slick over the vibrator.

“Take a deep breath,” he whispered, pressing the rounded tip of the massager to Sam’s opening, other hand caressing Sam’s hip as he worked the toy inside his little brother.

Sam keened as Dean slid the toy inside him, harsh exhale escaping when Dean fit the whole thing inside. He shifted and groaned, vibrator angled just right so the vibrations would tease his prostate.

“Want me to turn it on?” asked Dean, rubbing his lips along the top curve of Sam’s butt.

“Just…” Sam shifted again and groaned, “gimme a second.”

“All the time you need, baby boy.”

Sam knew Dean was only teasing when he was being a jerk but he loved how caring his big brother was; always asking if he was okay whenever they tried something new in bed, hell, even during good ol’ vanilla sex.

What he loved most was that he was the only one that got to see this side of Dean and not just the macho act he put on for everyone else.

“You alright? Still with me Sammy?”

“Yeah, yeah. Do it.”

“Sure?”

“Yes,” answered Sam, nodding emphatically against the sheets. Before Dean turned the massager on, though, he looked over his shoulder at Dean and said, smile pulling at his lips, “Love you, Dean.”

He settled his cheek against the sheets and felt Dean‘s beaming grin as his big brother responded, fingers gently stroking his hips, “Love you, Sammy.”

Dean kissed the base of Sam’s spine and flipped the switch on the massager, grin pulling at his mouth when Sam’s entire body spasmed.

“Holy fuck!” screamed Sam, “Oh my God! Off, off, off! Shit!”

Dean quickly shut the vibrator off, scrambling onto the bed and stroking Sammy’s face. “Fuck, Sam, are you okay? Jesus, shouldn’t’ve used it on you until I tried it. Damnit! You’re not hurt, are you?”

Sam’s breathing was quick as he lazily rolled his eyes up so he could see Dean’s face, “M’fuckin ah’some.”

Dean frowned, “Jesus, why the hell were you screamin’, then? Scared the fuck out of me, man.”

“M’sorry. Was just… fuckin’ intense, De. Thought I was gon’ blow m’load right then.”

“Damn. Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Wanna go again, then?”

“Yeah, m’ready for it this time.”

Dean turned on the massager again, sure that it was on the lowest setting. He couldn’t believe how much Sam was enjoying the vibrator, Sam’s long body a sinuous writhe across the sheets as the massager buzzed inside him.

He wrapped his fingers around the base as he settled next to Sam on the bed. He started a slow push-pull of the massager in and out of Sam and asked, “Good?”

“S’fuckin’ ‘mazing,” slurred Sam, drunk on pleasure as his brother fucked the vibrator in and out of him.

“Better than my cock in you?”

Sam gave Dean his ‘Are you completely stupid’ look and answered, “Nothin’s better’n your cock n’me. ‘Cept maybe your tongue…” he trailed on a moan, legs twitching as the vibrator head buzzed incessantly against that spot.

“Can you come like this, baby boy?”

“God, yes,” moaned Sam, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes due to the fucking intense vibrations against his insides.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Sam was quick to agree, muffling his yell as his balls jerked and he found his release, orgasm lighting through his body, stomach clenching, toes curling, legs quivering, and his cock erupting when Dean pressed the entire length of the massager in his body and suckled at his earlobe.

Dean groaned appreciatively as Sam unloaded all over their bed. He loved nothing more than making his baby boy come, a rush of accomplishment and love flitting through him every time he could give Sam such amazing pleasure.

His cock was hard and aching between his legs, but he was more focused on Sam’s pleasure than his own. He stroked Sam’s sweaty back as Sam’s body trembled through the last vestiges of his climax.

“Alright?”

“So fuckin’ alright, De. Jesus.”

Dean grinned and smoothed his palm over the base of Sam’s spine as he pulled the massager out of Sammy. He winced when Sam gave a hiss of discomfort and he kissed the back of Sam’s neck.

“Sorry, baby boy.”

“M’good. Just… your turn now.”

“Fuck, Sammy, yeah.”

“Want it, De. Please.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” he groaned, Dean’s fingers pressing into his body again.

“Ready for me, little brother?” asked Dean, stroking Sam’s insides as he slicked some lubricant over his dick.

Sam nodded and keened, wriggling his ass back against the tease of Dean’s digits as he urged, “Fuck me.”

Dean let out a breathless laugh and made his way behind Sam, palming Sam’s hips as he pushed his way inside his baby brother.

Sam whined; thick heat of Dean’s cock so much better than the stiff plastic of the massager inside him. “Fuck yes!”

Dean groaned in agreement, slick, tight, warmth of Sam’s body feeling like home around his length. “Damn.”

“Got that right,” grit Sam through clenched teeth, hand flailing until he found Dean’s on his hip.

He brushed his fingers over the back of Dean’s hand before settling it back on the mattress once more, fisting the sheets between his fingers when Dean circled his hips.

“God, De, more, please,” he pleaded, cock twitching when Dean pulled back despite how hard he came from the stimulation of the massager against his prostate.

“Gettin’ hard again for me, Sammy?” asked Dean, eyes catching the jerk of Sam’s balls as he pushed back into Sam, fingers twitching over Sam’s hips when Sam clenched hotly around him.

“Didn’t think I would, but--”

“But I’m just too awesome for you not to come again.”

Sam laughed and the sound turned into a low moan when Dean’s dick slid over his prostate. “Somethin’ like that, big brother.”

Dean swallowed around his laugh, sure that if he’d actually laughed an embarrassing keen or a fucking whimper would’ve fallen from his lips; he’d let Sam take care of the whimpers and mewls for the both of them.

Speaking of mewls, Sam let out a kittenish mewl when he moved one of his hands to lie flat between his little brother’s shoulder blades; position of his hand causing him to lean over Sam allowing him deeper penetration of Sammy.

“Sweet fuckin’ Christ, Dean!” gasped Sam, doing his best to slam his hips back into every one of Dean’s hard thrusts. His attempts were futile, though, as his bound ankles didn’t lend to such movements.

He got why Dean decided to play with the ‘cuffs, then. Sam was sure the fact that by binding his ankles he was all spread out for Dean and wouldn’t be able to move, but he knew that for Dean it was more due to how Dean would be able to give him unconditional pleasure, letting him get fucked the way he liked without having to work for it.

He felt Dean still inside him and he groaned when Dean pressed the length of his torso against his back.

“Dean, what’re you--”

Dean leant up on his palms and bit at the side of Sam’s neck until Sammy turned toward him. He caught Sam’s mouth and sucked at Sammy’s lower lip as he started up his thrusts again, slow, deep, piston of his hips angled just right so that he brushed over Sam’s prostate on every snap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” moaned Sam, nipping at the inside of Dean’s wrist when his big brother settled his palms either side of his head. “God, Dean.”

Dean grunted with every roll of his hips into Sam, steady “uh, ah, unh,” falling from parted lips along with his exclamations of his baby brother’s name.

“Sam, Sam, Sammy! Fuck, yeah, baby boy! You hard for me, little brother? Gon’ let me make you come again?”

“Hell yes, De. Gonna give it to you…”

Dean mewled then, cross between a keen and a moan making its way out of his throat as he dropped his forehead to the back of Sam’s neck and nuzzled against Sam’s thundering pulse.

Sam’s cock jerked against the mattress, Dean’s mewl such a vulnerable sound that he couldn’t help the hot flush of arousal that rushed through his veins.

He didn’t know how, but Dean managed to worm a hand between his body and the mattress, massager in hand as his brother curled his fingers around his leaking cock and the vibrator.

“Shit, De,” whimpered Sam, precome leaking copiously from his cock when Dean thumbed the switch.

Dean straightened and placed his hand back on Sam’s hip, fingers a blunt pressure against the thin skin of Sammy’s hip as he quickened his thrusts, keeping time with the steady jerk of Sam’s dick and the massager.

“Mmm. Gonna come, big brother…” groaned Sam, working his hips as best as he could back against Dean’s.

“Do it, Sammy. Want you to come for me. That’s it, baby boy. Give it to me…”

Sam’s breath hitched and his body jerked back against his brother’s, gasping loudly when his second orgasm lit through him, cock spilling over Dean’s fingers and the massager.

“Yeah, little brother. Fuck.”

“Dean,” moaned Sam, dick twitching when Dean gently circled the head of his cock with his thumb, collecting his spunk from the crown.

He shot a glance back at his brother and muffled his groan against the mattress when Dean licked his release from his fingers.

“Fuckin’ killin’ me, De,” laughed Sam breathlessly, stomach clenching when Dean leant over him and caught his mouth, tongue rubbing against his own, sharing the taste of himself with Dean.

Dean laughed, too, but gasped out a breath when he pulled out of Sammy.

“Dean, what--you didn’t--”

Dean smirked and stroked his cock, once, then again, before he climbed on the bed. “Was thinkin’--” and he cocked his head toward Sam’s mouth when he caught Sam’s gaze.

Sam grinned wickedly and licked his lips up at his brother when Dean knelt in front of him. “And you think I’m kinky.”

“You don’t have to I just though--” But Sam silenced him when he leant up and flicked his tongue over the head of his dick.

“Not like I never kissed you after you licked my ass, Dean. This can’t be any different.”

“No, s’pose not,” he groaned in response, Sam’s long fingers curling around the base of his cock as Sammy took him into his mouth, agile tongue working along his length as Sam fisted him counter to his mouth.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby boy.”

“S’fuckin’ hot, De,” breathed Sam, blowing cool air over the tip of Dean’s cock after he caught his breath.

“God yes,” he hissed, fingers carding through Sam’s hair when he felt Sam’s mouth go pliant around him.

“Jesus, Sammy…” groaned Dean, rubbing at Sam’s scalp as he fucked Sam’s mouth, Sam’s tongue rubbing all along the underside on every pushpullthrust of his hips.

He thumbed the corner of his little brother’s mouth as he clenched his fingers in Sam’s hair, feel and sight of his dick slip sliding between Sam’s lips too much for him to handle after making his Sammy come.

“There, baby boy, fuckin’ there,” he gasped out, soft grunt spilling from his mouth as he came, fingers petting at Sam’s head as Sam swallowed every drop he gave.

He groaned and leant forward, forehead resting on the crown of Sam’s head as he rubbed at Sam’s shoulder blades.

“God, Sammy.”

Sam grinned and leant up just enough so he could kiss Dean’s collarbone. “Good?”

“Always, little brother.”

“Awesome,” he laughed. He let Dean relax for another second before he jingled the handcuffs on his ankles. “Mind unlocking me, now?”

“Shit, man, sorry,” apologized Dean, snatching the key from the drawer and unclasping the restraints from Sam’s ankles, not bothering to unlatch them from the feet of the bed.

He quickly pulled Sam into his lap when he settled on the bed, cupping Sam’s cheek with one hand and licking at that pout as he rubbed gentle fingers over Sam’s slightly raw ankle.

“Your feet okay?” he asked once he’d pulled away from Sam’s mouth, lips pressed to the top of Sam’s head as he rubbed at Sam’s other reddened ankle.

“M’okay,” answered Sam, smiling when Dean bent his leg and kissed at his ankle.

“Was it all that you hoped it would be?”

“Fuck yeah, Sammy,” he said with a huge grin; capturing Sam’s mouth and slicking his tongue against his little brother’s, “everything and more.”