Title: I’ve Been Too Long I’m Glad To Be Back
Author: FluffNutter
Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Category: AU, bdsm
Word Count: 1,290
Spoilers: None, really.
Summary: Dean has doubts -- Sam doesn’t, and what Sammy wants, Sammy gets. And how. Next installment in my Please, Dean series. You’ll need to read previous chapters to know what’s going on. Masterpost is here.
Notes/Warnings: D/s, bdsm, toyplay, enemas (yay for enemas!), and yes, CBT (by popular demand).
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (alas), and I make no money from the publishing of this story.



“So … I was thinking we might drive straight through to the cabin.”

Sam shifted and let out a small breath of discomfort. Dean smirked from his seat on the toilet lid, admiring Sam’s bare ass clenching around the enema plug. “Doin’ OK, Sammy?”

Sam’s breath caught. “Y-yes, Dean,” he stammered.

“What do you think?”

Sam craned his neck. “About wha-owww!” The cramp was strong this time and Sam panted through the pain, Dean’s hand at the small of his back grounding him as he slowly regained control.

“Just a little longer, Sammy,” Dean soothed. “You can do it.”

Sam nodded sharply and continued to take slow, deep breaths until the cramp passed and he sagged in relief. He’d thought Dean would be satisfied when enema number three ran clear, but no such luck. Number four was currently inside him, wreaking havoc. “D-did you put something in this?”

“Nope.” Dean’s fingers drummed the curve of Sam’s ass. “Your body just isn’t used to it after so many months. And you still haven’t answered my question.”

“There was a question?” Sam snarked, followed by a yelp at the sharp slap on his ass.

“Watch the attitude, or I’ll just gag you and do as I please.” Dean waited until Sam’s head dropped in submission. “Good boy,” he murmured, caressing the red mark he’d left on Sam’s ass. “I was trying to ask what you thought about going straight to the cabin. No stops.”

Sam gulped at the tremor of fear and arousal that spiked through him. No stops meant they wouldn’t technically be out in public. That meant the new restrictions on what Dean could do to him wouldn’t be in place. And that meant … that could mean anything. The question was, was he ready for anything?

Spending the morning in tight bondage had been difficult. By the time Dean woke from his nap and untied him, Sam’s muscles were protesting loudly. His body just wasn’t used it anymore, as the cramps from the enemas were doubly proving. At the same time, the pain was oddly grounding, reassuring him of Dean’s solid presence and protection. Yet in sharp contrast to show they used to play, the last thing Dean had secured and the first thing he’d removed had been the gag, giving Sam the maximum opportunity to call things off. Now Dean was giving Sam a voice -- again -- in how things played out. Sam gulped again, this time to hold back tears.

“Hey, hey, hey … what’s going on?” Dean leaned forward at the snuffling noise, and his hand reached for the enema plug. “OK, Sammy, hold on … I’ll get it ….”

“No!” Sam cried out. He craned his neck back as far as he could, wincing at the crick it caused. “Dean … no.” He waited until he had Dean’s attention. “Listen, I appreciate that you’re trying not to be the big, bad overbearing asshole from before, but can you do me a favor?”

Dean leaned back on his haunches beside Sam and nodded.

Sam took a deep breath. “I know you’re not going to go too far. I trust that you’re going to respect my limits. So … can you just shut the fuck up and be my Dom?”

Dean blinked twice at Sam’s smirking face. Then he smiled and stood with a resounding smack to Sam’s ass. “Oh, you’re gonna have a red ass for days for that, princess. And we are driving straight through.

Sam’s smile just got broader.

Five hours later, Sam kept up a silent mantra that he had brought this on himself. When the Impala hit a bump in the road and he squeaked – literally squeaked – he bit his tongue to keep from cursing at Dean, who was chuckling behind the wheel.

“Not so much with the ‘shut the fuck up’ now, are you princess?” Dean said, stealing a glance at his captive audience. “Or do I need to stop early and re-redden your ass?”

Sam shook his head vehemently.

Dean kept smiling. “Good boy.” His hand slid over to the blanket covering Sam’s lap. “Looks like a pretty deserted stretch of road, Sammy. Think I’ll give you some air.”

Sam winced at the scratchy blanket dragged over his sensitized skin, cursing himself as another squeak escaped when the blanket caught on one of the clips. At his last spanking – there’d been one an hour since they left the hotel – Dean had lined both sides of Sam’s cock with rubber-coated clips. He’d also attached one to each of Sam’s balls that poked from the end of the 2-inch ball stretcher. The vibrating bullet lodged between his balls was quiet for now, as was the vibrating sound inserted in his cock, but just before Sam and Dean’s last stop, they’d been going at top speed, making Sam arch off the seat. Dean had made sure that wouldn’t happen again by tying Sam to the seat with a makeshift harness.

Dean ran a gentle finger up the underside of Sam’s cock, relishing the whimper it elicited. He spent some time manipulating the tip of the sound, then trailed his fingers back down until he cradled Sam’s balls in his hand, not once taking his eyes off the road.

“Feelin’ a little hot and heavy there, Sammy,” he said. “Are you sorry for mouthing off to me?”

Sam nodded. “Yes, Dean. I’m sorry I was disrespectful.”

“Are you satisfied with your punishment?”

Sam swallowed. “No, Dean. I don’t think you’ve punished me enough yet.” He whined and pushed his head back against the seat as Dean flicked at the clamps. “Please …,” he called out breathlessly. “D-Dean … please.”

Dean relented and pulled the blanket back over Sam’s lap. Then he picked up the remote for the vibrator in Sam’s ass. “Don’t worry, Sammy,” he said, smiling as Sam bit back a cry when he flipped it to 5. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Five hours after that, Sam was an incoherent mess as the Impala pulled up to the cabin. The clamps lay in a clump between them on the front seat, but the faint buzzing of one of the three vibrators could be heard as the engine cut out. “D’n,” he slurred. “Pl’s. No mre spnks.”

“No more spankings, Sammy. I promise,” Dean cooed as he leaned over and gently kissed Sam, cutting power to the remote at the Sam time. Sam sighed his relief into the kiss and Dean delved deeper, swallowing Sam’s moan of satisfaction with one of his own.

Not five minutes later, he gently eased Sam off his shoulder and onto the freshly-made bed. The cabin was clean and ready for them – something he’d learned early on to arrange ahead of time, and it was well worth the cost to find someone discreet for the job.

Sam mumbled and blinked hazily at Dean as his clothes were removed, sighing in relief as the plug, sound and bullet came out next. One “Hush, Sammy,” was all that was required to stop the unhappy moan as the catheter went in, followed by the chastity cage. The ball stretcher stayed in place. As Sam’s bladder emptied into the attached bag, Dean secured his hands in mitts and clipped them together. After the catheter was clipped and Sam’s ankles secured, Dean got a bottle of water and pain pill from the duffel he’d carried in over his other shoulder. Once Sam was watered and drugged, Dean slipped a cock gag into his mouth and locked it in place. Then he flipped Sam onto his stomach to give his reddened ass a break.

“Night Sammy,” he whispered to an already unconscious Sam. “Get some rest, princess. You’re going to need it.”

A/N: The title comes from one of Dean’s favorites: “Back in Black” by AC/DC. Long live rock and roll!

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