Dean's outlet for his frustration in pounding his hands bloody against the window is sadly familiar to me -- when ppl are cornered or in despair they often go past caring and feeling pain.
Rough as it was, the lack of real prep and the thick of Sam's cock was making Dean's ass ache in more ways than just pain and his stiff fingers flexed and tightened, gripping tufts of pillow, as his cock strained for contact. Fucking whore. Fucking property. He shook his head, but that wasn't enough to stop his mental onslaught and he reached blindly for the headboard, pressing bandaged hands against the cool wood before starting his own brand of perverted pushups, driving himself back against his brother with bed-shaking force. "Fuck. … Yeah." The hurt and the pleasure blurred like a tornado, flinging all his thoughts away, and his gasps seemed to drown out their echoes.
"Want your ass fucked deep, don't you slut?" Sam was panting now, his speed rising almost past his control.
"Yes. Fuck yes." He could barely draw in a full breath, every exhale stuttered with the deep pounding that was making his head spin, his spine heating like a live wire as his cock jerked, body begging. "Please- …"
This new piece was very delicious -- as much as porn is a great thing and your stories make me tingle I do love the plot and the effort to explain things almost even more. It's kinda creepy how you make sense in this universe and make us question the evil, the right and the wrong. I am beginning to get the feeling that maybe this isn't a evil!sammy universe after all, it more like broken!winchester boys one instead. They are both fucked.
Sam gave his thigh a squeeze, like that might be more encouraging than distracting. "I saw you started reading a book a while ago. Why'd you stop?"
Dean shrugged, unwilling to follow reasoning that promised no exit. "I was confused. I didn't understand what you wanted me for." Whore.
"And what do I want you for?"
"Fucking." Whore.
Sam's whole body seemed to pause with his inhale and his exhale was a sort of half-frustrated, half-amused sigh. "Ah, miscommunication. Yes, you're a slave owned for the purposes of providing pleasure, 'my whore'." Always and everywhere. "But you don't always have to take the task of pleasing me so … well, in such a narrow way."
Dean's brow furrowed, gradually looking up. "I don't understand." Sam frowned and Dean corrected himself, his mind returning somewhat from its numb fog. "... Sir."
I have had my doubts about Sam's motives and state of mind but for me in this chapter it becomes very clear he is not just a sadistic fuck (well... not a sadistic fuck in a bad kind of way anyways.). He wants Dean to read! He wants him to use his mind, to evolve. If he was really just up to enslaving and fucking Dean he wouldn't do it. He even states himself that Dean's sole purpose isn't fucking. So I surely see hope for a positive (not happy) ending here.
And happy days of soundtrack again -- you like Trapt too? :) Wow. That band is usually not very highly rated and thrown aside as another piece of college-rock but I really think there's more depth to them. I think "These Walls", "Still frame", "Stories", "Lost realist" and "Influence" are my favorites by them.
Anyway -- I'm off to re-reading this now and trying to wrap my mind around all the under-layers and hints. :)
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Date: 2009-11-15 08:25 pm (UTC)Fucking always and fucking everywhere. Thump. Thump. One fist hit the glass, then another. Pain, skin split, no blood. Not enough.
Fucking. Fucked. Thump-crack. Thump-crack. One fist hit the glass, then another. Pain, skin split, blood shed. Not. Enough.
Property. Whore. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Always. Everywhere. Thump-crack. Thump-crack. Thump-crack. Thump-crack.
"Dean."
Fucked. Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump.
"Dean!"
Fucked. Thumpcrackthumpcrackthumpcrackthumpcrack.
"Dean?"
Fucked. Thumpcrackthumpcrackthumpcrackthumpcrack.
Dean's outlet for his frustration in pounding his hands bloody against the window is sadly familiar to me -- when ppl are cornered or in despair they often go past caring and feeling pain.
Rough as it was, the lack of real prep and the thick of Sam's cock was making Dean's ass ache in more ways than just pain and his stiff fingers flexed and tightened, gripping tufts of pillow, as his cock strained for contact. Fucking whore. Fucking property. He shook his head, but that wasn't enough to stop his mental onslaught and he reached blindly for the headboard, pressing bandaged hands against the cool wood before starting his own brand of perverted pushups, driving himself back against his brother with bed-shaking force. "Fuck. … Yeah." The hurt and the pleasure blurred like a tornado, flinging all his thoughts away, and his gasps seemed to drown out their echoes.
"Want your ass fucked deep, don't you slut?" Sam was panting now, his speed rising almost past his control.
"Yes. Fuck yes." He could barely draw in a full breath, every exhale stuttered with the deep pounding that was making his head spin, his spine heating like a live wire as his cock jerked, body begging. "Please- …"
This new piece was very delicious -- as much as porn is a great thing and your stories make me tingle I do love the plot and the effort to explain things almost even more. It's kinda creepy how you make sense in this universe and make us question the evil, the right and the wrong. I am beginning to get the feeling that maybe this isn't a evil!sammy universe after all, it more like broken!winchester boys one instead. They are both fucked.
Sam gave his thigh a squeeze, like that might be more encouraging than distracting. "I saw you started reading a book a while ago. Why'd you stop?"
Dean shrugged, unwilling to follow reasoning that promised no exit. "I was confused. I didn't understand what you wanted me for." Whore.
"And what do I want you for?"
"Fucking." Whore.
Sam's whole body seemed to pause with his inhale and his exhale was a sort of half-frustrated, half-amused sigh. "Ah, miscommunication. Yes, you're a slave owned for the purposes of providing pleasure, 'my whore'." Always and everywhere. "But you don't always have to take the task of pleasing me so … well, in such a narrow way."
Dean's brow furrowed, gradually looking up. "I don't understand." Sam frowned and Dean corrected himself, his mind returning somewhat from its numb fog. "... Sir."
I have had my doubts about Sam's motives and state of mind but for me in this chapter it becomes very clear he is not just a sadistic fuck (well... not a sadistic fuck in a bad kind of way anyways.). He wants Dean to read! He wants him to use his mind, to evolve. If he was really just up to enslaving and fucking Dean he wouldn't do it. He even states himself that Dean's sole purpose isn't fucking. So I surely see hope for a positive (not happy) ending here.
And happy days of soundtrack again -- you like Trapt too? :) Wow. That band is usually not very highly rated and thrown aside as another piece of college-rock but I really think there's more depth to them. I think "These Walls", "Still frame", "Stories", "Lost realist" and "Influence" are my favorites by them.
Anyway -- I'm off to re-reading this now and trying to wrap my mind around all the under-layers and hints. :)
Happy update days soon, ok?
Your personal stalker,
DD.