Gagging For It (Chapter 4: Pinwheels and Eagle Talons)

[justinedelarge]

Title: Gagging For It (Chapter 4: Pinwheels and Eagle Talons)
Author: justinedelarge
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Words: 2800
Warnings: incest, talking dirty, pain kink, come kink, orgasm denial, D/s
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just for fun.
Summary: The easy part is over. Now Sam takes Dean deeper into the place where pain and pleasure meet, where Dean needs to go.

Note: This takes place immediately after Chapter 3: Vampire Gloves. I will eventually smooth out the time jumps with the first few chapters.

Stripping off his shirt, Sam stretched his arms overhead, a smile curling the corners of his mouth as Dean watched his muscles ripple and move.

“Get on the bed. Face the mirror. Hands and knees. Legs spread.”

Dean  complied, facing the mirror on the dresser.

Sam slapped his thigh. “I said, legs spread. Wider.” Dean stretched his thighs open wider. “Good boy. Let me see everything.” Sam loved to see Dean spread himself wide open for Sam’s gaze.

Sam walked around to the table on which he had laid out the gear. He picked up a rotating double-sided pinwheel with long metal spikes attached to a handheld metal rod.

Dean’s eyes went wide.

“This looks worse than it is. Here.” Sam wheeled the spikes along Dean’s forearm. “They don’t pierce the skin. Just sensation play. Doesn’t really hurt…unless you use it after you’ve spanked someone’s ass nice and red.” Sam walked to the side of the bed and ran the device down Dean’s spine, and rolled it over the curve of his ass.

Dean curled his back like a cat and let out a deep sigh. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Like getting your back scratched.” Sam trailed the device slowly down the back of Dean’s muscular thigh, along his calf, back up and across his lower back to do the same along his other leg, Dean’s body loosening with pleasure.

“We’ll see how you feel about it again later.” A faint hiss and rattle indicated Sam had removed his belt.

Dean gritted his teeth and lowered his head. At that, Sam smacked his ass hard. “Uh-uh. Head up. Keep it up. Wanna watch your face.”

Dean raised his head and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The sight made him shiver. Naked on the bed, fucked-out lips parted by the gag, eyes gone dark forest green, ass high in the air awaiting whatever Sam had in store; Sam shirtless and sheened with sweat already, standing behind him, a hungry expression on his face.

The first crack of the belt across Dean’s ass barely prompted a twitch. He had a tremendous tolerance (hunger) for pain. Sam knew how to read every flicker on Dean’s face, every inhalation of breath, the way he sweated and moved. Knew where the pain fell on Dean’s spectrum, could sense when the spectrum had shifted, so attuned was he to his brother. They didn’t even need to use safe words. Never had. The one always knew when the other was at that point without needing to say anything.

And this is why Dean needed this so bad, needed it from Sam. He could relax completely, trusting Sam to track his reactions, to know how much to give him, when to weave in pleasure, when to ratchet up the pain, when to let him come, when to deny him.

Part of what Dean loved so much about their sessions like this was the luxury of Sam’s sheer focus on Dean. Nothing else—literally nothing else—existed for Sam when they played like this. Just Dean. Being the center of Sam’s everything was better than any drug ever invented.

And part of it was that Dean truly was a pain slut. His pain/pleasure circuits had become hopelessly entangled. He could (and had) come just from Sam strapping him with a belt. Couldn’t go deep into the pain play all the time—it was far too intense. But he rode the need in waves. And when the wave rose high and needed to break, Sammy always knew.

The smacks of the belt jolted Dean, and the sensations went straight to his cock.  The way he felt the sensation of pain changed over time. At first, it just hurt. Then the hurt mixed with pleasure in equal parts. What he really needed was for it to push further, when the pain no longer threatened to make him come untouched, but loosened something much deeper until it broke free and poured out of him in screams, sobs, whole body shaking with it. A soul-deep release that broke him apart completely, and let him come back together better.

Sam worked Dean over thoroughly, laying the belt down in even stripes, precise and controlled. He strapped him along the backs of his thighs, snapped the tip of the belt against Dean’s calves until his feet twisted and his toes curled, and smacked his ass again and again until the skin was vivid red, Dean groaning and bucking his hips and crying out through his gag. Between strokes, he watched Dean in the mirror, biting his lip at the expressions of pleasure/pain flickering over his face.

Sam increased the strength of each stroke. Dean’s body was slick with sweat, each sharper sensation causing his body to loosen, yield to Sam even more, arching his back and pushing his ass up into the belt. “Good boy,” Sam whispered and whipped his ass again and again.

Sam paused, and smoothed his hand over Dean’s ass. “Cherry red. Just like I promised.” He rubbed it, soothing the worst of the sting, and Dean’s eyes welled up in grateful tears.

Sam picked up the double pinwheel again. “Let’s see what it feels like now.” Sam drew the tool across Dean’s welted ass. He wailed and clenched his hands into fists. “Oh, this is too good to waste.” Sam positioned himself alongside Dean, kneeling on the floor, and undid the gag again. “Wanted to keep you gagged for this whole thing, but your fucking mouth. Need it.” Sam kissed Dean. “S’ok to make noise.”

Sam sealed his mouth over Dean’s and ran the pinwheel down Dean’s thigh, pressing the sharp metal spikes into his reddened skin, swallowing Dean’s cries into his mouth, making Dean suck his breaths from Sam’s mouth, feeling his lips tremble. “Fuck, Dean. So hot.” Dean fell onto his side facing Sam, and let his mouth fall open under the onslaught of Sam’s lips and tongue, pressing his palms to Sam’s chest and digging his nails in, panting and writhing as the savage little pinwheel pressed into his sore flesh. “Please. More. Please. Sam.”

“Don’t you worry. You’ll get more. As much as you can take. And a tiny bit more.”

Sam set the pinwheel aside, gave Dean another drink of water, and put Dean’s gag back on. “You’re gonna need it. On your back. Facing me. Hold your thighs open—wide.” Dean shivered. He knew what was coming next.

Sam took the belt in hand again as Dean positioned himself, gripping the backs of his thighs with both hands and pulling himself open shamelessly for his brother, thighs spread wide, cock and balls and the tight pink center of his ass totally exposed.

“Remember. Keep your legs open for me. Don’t try to close them, or move your hand to stop me.” And with that, Sam went to work.

Each lick of the belt on Dean’s sensitive inner thighs sent a spasm through his body, the pain sharp and stinging, peaking a second after the belt struck flesh. Sam strapped him hard, not tender little kitten licks, but fierce and unrelenting, striping his thighs from knee to the diagonal line where thigh meets pelvis. Dean cried out through the gag, hands pulling frantically at his thighs which were trying to seal themselves shut of their own accord, holding them open for Sam through sheer will. A tear spilled from the corner of his eye, and Sam immediately leaned down and licked it off. “Doing so good for me. So beautiful.”

Sam lifted up Dean’s ass with both hands, so his knees were touching the mattress, and licked a broad stripe between his ass cheeks. Dean made a rough, debauched groan and threw his head back. “That’s it, Dean. You get a little reward. Not gonna let you come yet. Just gonna make you feel good.” Sam plunged his tongue into Dean’s ass, scraping it in circles, pulling out and lapping at him slowly, twisting back inside him, making his tongue hard and stabbing into him, then softening it again and lapping at him like he had all night.

Dean grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and spread himself wide open for Sam, eyes locked onto his face. Sam groaned. “Yeah. Like that. Like it when you totally lose control for me. Show me how much you love it.”

Dean dug his fingers in and pulled himself even more open, rocking up into Sam’s mouth, fucking his tongue, pink swollen lips stretched over the gag.

Sam licked him deep and sloppy, getting him nice and wet. “Love this, don’t you. Doing anything I want.” Dean nodded feverishly, so high on pleasure spikes and endorphins that his pupils were blown wide, his eyes nearly black. “Remember what I said when we first got started tonight? Said you were gonna make me come, let me use your mouth and ass. I was gonna wait, but fuck, Dean. Ass this sweet, all the pretty little sounds you’ve been making, I need to come again. Come in this perfect ass of yours.”

Dean simply held himself open for Sam, pressing his thighs back even wider, and pleaded through his gag with wordless sounds, begging with his whole body.

“Can’t quite make that out. Are you saying please?” Dean nodded. “You begging me to fuck you?” Furious nods.

Sam sat up, lowering Dean’s legs to the mattress. Dean whimpered.

“Don’t cry baby. Gonna fuck you. But first things first.” Sam walked back to the table and returned with two narrow cylinders joined by a chain. “Promised you I’d use all the new toys tonight, and I keep my word.”

Gripping one of the cylinders with both hands, Sam pushed down and a tiny wire claw extended from the end. “I’ve tried these on myself. They feel like they’re going to pierce your nipple, but they don’t break the skin.”

Dean just stared.

“C’mon. You can handle them. Know you can. Here. I’ll go first.” Sam brought the claw to his chest, and slowly released the slide, clamping the device onto his nipple. He bit his lower lip, thrusting his jaw out, breathing deeply, in through his nose, out through his mouth. When the claw was completely attached, he let the chain dangle, sweat beaded on his brow but not making so much as a murmur of pain, and gave Dean a dark, heavy-lidded gaze.

“If I can take it, you can take it.”

Dean swallowed, and lay back on the mattress.

The first touch of the metal talons digging into his nipple simply made Dean suck in a breath through his nose, but as Sam let them bite harder, Dean arched off the bed, digging his fingers into the bedspread, grunting what sounded like, “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” through his gag.

“Breathe, Dean.” Sam held the clamp in place, not letting it tighten any more, until Dean’s breathing had regulated, and he was again flat on the mattress.

Dean gulped, the talons biting into his flesh so sharply he was sure they must be piercing the nipple, but one glance told him that wasn’t so.

“Good. Real good. Ok, here we go.” Sam let the clamp close down completely, and stroked Dean’s side as he panted and writhed. “So fucking beautiful.” Again, the pleasure of Sam’s approval washed over Dean like a wave. He so wanted to do well for him. Dean steadied himself and arched his back, pressing his chest up towards Sam in a gesture of surrender.

Sam applied the second clamp as slowly and carefully as the first. Dean sucked in deep breaths through the gag, face bright red, cock leaking clear fluid over his belly. Sam traced a finger through it and brought it to his lips. “Taste so good, Dean.” He licked his finger clean.

Dean shifted position, and the chain moved. He gasped and bit his lip. Sam stroked his cheek. “Doing so good. Taking all this for me. Love you so fucking much. Can you take a little more?”

Dean would have let himself be tortured for 40 years for Sam.

Hell. He had.

He could do this. Needed to do this.

He nodded, tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Gonna fuck you now, Dean. I don’t want you to come yet. Know it’s gonna be hard with my cock in your ass, but I want you to try real hard not to come. This is gonna help distract you.” Sam touched the chain lightly with his fingertip, moving it down so it pulled oh-so-lightly.

Dean gave a low sob.

“Hurts like a sonofabitch, doesn’t it?” Dean murmured what sounded like a yes. “Ok, here’s the deal. The faster you can make me come, the sooner those come off.”

Sam stripped his jeans off, grabbed the bottle of lube from the end table and pumped two shots into the palm of his hand. Slicking his cock, he crawled onto the bed and laid back, lacing his hands together behind his head, arm muscles taut. “Come on.”

Dean sat up, hissing when the chain swung down and pulled at the metal claws, and settled on top of Sam, who kept his hands where they were. He impaled himself on Sam’s cock quickly, sinking down to the base, eliciting a moan from Sam.

Dean held himself in place, expecting Sam to hold his hips and fuck up into him, controlling the speed and angle like he liked to do when he topped, but Sam kept his hands tucked behind his head and grinned up at him lazily.

“Ride my cock. Make me come.”

Dean gritted his teeth and began to move. Each motion jolted the talon clamps, sending sharp, biting pain through his nipples. He moved faster, fucking Sam harder, grinding on his cock, desperately trying not to come, desperate to make Sam come so the fiendish clamps would come off. He worked himself on Sam’s thick cock, undulating like he did this for a living, gyrating his hips, trying to make Sam come as fast as possible, a half-moan, half-sob punched out of him with each bounce.

Sam bucked his hips up at the end of each stroke, making Dean shake more with each thrust, making the chain dance. “Come on, Dean. Harder. Fuck me like you mean it.” Dean waggled his hips frantically, crying out through his gag, squeezing his ass muscles tight, milking Sam’s cock, gripping Sam’s shoulders, fucking him hard and fast, rising up the long, long length of Sam’s huge cock and slamming back down again.

“Yeah. Like that. Fuck. Dean.” Sam sat up and grabbed Dean’s back, forcing him down harder, biting down on Dean’s shoulder, the press of his chest against Dean’s clamped nipples driving a scream through the gag, and with that, Sam was coming, body shaking, cock spasming inside Dean, pulsing so powerfully Dean could feel each distinct throb.

Sam had barely finished coming, still shaking with the aftershocks, when he reached up and delicately removed first one clamp, pressing upward on the cylinder to relieve the pressure slowly and release the claw, then the other.

When they were off, he pulled Dean down into his arms, pressing his lips to Dean’s neck, holding him close, murmuring to him until his shivering stopped. “So good, Dean. You did so good. Love you so much. So beautiful. Perfect. That was… Christ, Dean. Never come that hard in my life. What you do to me…” Sam’s fingers worked at the back of Dean’s head and undid the gag, wiped Dean’s mouth with a wet cloth he’d stashed on the end table, trailed his fingertips over Dean’s mouth, and then kissed him, so sweet and slow and reverently it made Dean dizzy.

Sam stroked the long, hard muscles of Dean’s back, down the sleek expanse of his thigh. “You didn’t come.” His eyes flashed wide open in surprise.

Dean nuzzled his face into Sam’s chest. “Said you didn’t want me to.”

Sam’s expression was a mix of pride and shock. “Fuck. Never thought you could… damn.” Sam trailed his fingers down Dean’s stomach, and brushed his aching, rock-hard cock for the first time all night. His hips bucked up. “God. Sammy.”

“We should stop. Save the rest for another time.” Sam nibbled Dean’s lower lip gently. “You’ve done so well. Taken so much. You deserve to come.”

Dean shivered, and craned his head to look at the table with all the toys on it. Looked at the one still laying there, unused.

“Sam.”

“You sure?” Sam tipped Dean’s face up and searched his expression.

“Do it.” Dean swallowed. “Please.”

Comments

Re: You must write a book!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I WILL write many books! And the first one is about to be started in earnest. Well, the first book I can publish (Have you read my book-length Wincest fic-in-progress, Gagging For It?). The new book with original characters is already outlined, and I will start writing it in the middle of March. It's going to go more in depth into the BDSM theme, but it's very much a love story. And you will understand why that's not a paradox at all.

And thank you so much. I really appreciate what you said. And yes, the not being restrained thing is important. Sometimes I like writing that because it feels good to pull against restraints. But for me, I want the submissive character free to move away if they want to. And each impact is something they choose to accept, and that's entirely visible in their unrestrained body.

Re: You must write a book!

[spocksmentor.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the reply. I love, love, love Gagging For It! and of course it is a love story! I'm looking forward to March!

Again, you tell a beautiful story - good luck with the book!

Re: You must write a book!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Argh. I meant to say Sure Got a Dirty Mouth. That one is the book-length. Such a dork, I am.

Re: You must write a book!

[spocksmentor.livejournal.com]

I know about Sure got a dirty mouth but I haven't started it yet. I know it is multiple chapters so I am waiting until I can give it the attention it deserves!

Re: You must write a book!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Wow. You love my writing and haven't read SGaDM yet? You're in for quite a ride when you get time! It's the thing I'm most proud of, writing-wise, even counting my RL literary fiction and creative non-fiction.

Yes, it's basically a book. :) And takes time to read. When you're able to start, let me know! (It's easier to read on A03 or fanfiction.net, but I will put together a Master Post for it here on LJ eventually.)