A Succubus's Playground Ch. 05

Sam went and fucked Becky. Dean could hear her throws of passion and multiple orgasms. from his seat on the sofa. He was so horny. He just wanted to jerk off and cum. Master was busy. He would never know would he? Dean's hands started drifting south but then he remembered being filled up with Master's cock. He remembered the three months without an orgasm. He was a good boy. A good slut he wouldn't jerk off without permission. He closed his eyes and tried to get through his hornyness. He would have to ask Master Sam to handcuff him next time. He was just so horny.

Five hours past, Master Sam was still fucking Becky. Master Sam was happy so Becky had many orgasms. But, then he stopped and came out. Dean was still waiting on the sofa. Here was his Master. Hard and dripping.

"Service me, slut." It was all Master Sam said but Dean fell on Master Sam's cock like a ravenous wolf. Thoughts still clicked in the back of Dean's mind. Wasn't he straight? Didn't he want pussy? Something was wrong. Yet the throbbing cock in front of Dean beckoned. Dean opened his mouth and leaned in, but froze before he could wrap his lips around it. No, he wasn't gay, and he didn't suck cock!

Sam sighed impatiently. Perhaps, three months had been too long to wait. Dean needed to be his cumslut.. "Dean, this is taking too long." He put his hand on the back of Dean's head, pushing him forward, burying his face in Sam's groin. "You want to be a good, obedient boy, don't you?"

Dean groaned. He could smell the musky scent of Sam's cock and balls, the man's throbbing cock pressed against his smooth cheek. His Master rubbed Dean's face against his groin. The masculine smell of his Master's cum filled the air. Master was SO ready. Dean was feeling lightheaded again. This was what Sam wanted, so this is what he should do. Master was always right? Right? Dean opened his mouth. He began licking Sam's cock. It tasted weird, but Sam's hand started to stroke the back of his head, which felt nice.

"That's it, good boy," Sam murmured. "Open your mouth, boy. Show me those pretty cock-sucking lips of yours."

A part of Dean flinched at those words. He didn't have cock-sucking lips! He was a man. He was straight? But, this is what his Master wanted so it must be right. He opened his mouth obediently, wrapping his lips around Sam's massive cock. It felt weird, having his mouth full like that, but Sam forcefully pushed his head forward, sliding his cock deeper into Dean's mouth.

"Relax, slut, just make sure to breathe in deep through your nose," Sam told him. "And relax, boy. Calm down. This is where you belong, Dean. On your knees.. A perfect cumslut."

Dean tried to nod. Yes, this was right. He belonged on his knees servicing whomever his Master told him. His nose was brushing against Sam's pubic hair, and he gagged around the head of his cock. It felt weird, but this was where he belonged. He looked up at Sam, at his magnificent body. Dean's body and cock quivered with desire.

"Good boy," Sam murmured, thrusting his hips back and forth, keeping Deans head in one place. "Yes, enjoy it. Enjoy sucking cock, Dean. It gives you pleasure to service me, to service men like this."

It did. Dean liked giving Sam pleasure, and it made his cock jerk impatiently. Sam had moved his hand down to Dean's cock. He was very slowing rubbing it. It felt SO good. Dean wanted to cum. He needed cum. Suddenly, to his surprise, hot cum jetted down his throat. Such copious amounts came that he could barely keep up. He was swallowing his Master's cum straight from the tap. It was wonderful.

Still Dean, was horny. His own cock needed servicing. Dean was moaning from his need to cum, thrusting his hips into Sam's light grip. Mmm, it felt so good, and he was feeling so horny...if only he could jerk off...

It was as if Sam could read his thoughts. "No, Dean. Naughty boys like you don't get to jerk themselves off. You don't get to play with yourself."

Dean groaned. "Sir, please. I'm so horny!" He begged.

One of Sam's hands wrapped more firmly around his cock. "Yes, you are very hard, aren't you?" He laughed. "What happened to not being gay, Dean?"

"I'm - I'm not, Sir! I'm just a man who likes to suck cocks. That's not being gay...is it?" Sam laughed and kept jerking. Dean groaned. "I'm just really horny, please let me cum." He begged. Pre-cum dripped out of his cock. He needed to jerk off...No. That was wrong. Only Sam could make him cum. He put his hands on Sam's thighs so he wouldn't touch himself. He didn't want another punishment.

Sam was stroking his cock gently. "Such a horny boy you are," he murmured, his other hand pinching Deans left nipple and tugging on it. "Such a slut."

"Yes, Sir," Dean moaned, thrusting into Sam's grip. He didn't care that Sam was a guy, or that Sam's hard cock was pressing against his lips again. He just wanted to cum, and Sam was such a nice, attractive guy.

Sam let go of Dean's dick.. He pulled Dean's legs apart, hooking them over his own, forcing Dean to stay like this, with his thighs spread wide. "Here, much easier now," Sam murmured, both hands sliding up Dean's thighs now. One began stroking his hard cock, the other fondled his balls.

Dean moaned and whimpered in Sam's vice like grip.

"Sir, please," he muttered. "Please, I wanna cum!"

"Not yet, slutty Dean," Sam told him. The succubus side of him loved seeing his new slut squirm.

"Now, slut, relax and let me take care of you. Just calm down and relax," Sam told him. He lowered his hand, resting it against Dean's jaw. "Stay quiet, there's a good boy. Let me take care of you."

Dean relaxed. He was ordered to after all. Dean turned his head, lowering it until his face was pressed against Sam's masculine chest. The strong, musky scent of sweat made him feel lightheaded, and he closed his eyes as Sam kept him in place.

"That's right, take a few deep breaths, boy. Reminds you what your place is, right? You want to obey me. You want to please me. You're just a pretty little slut, and your only use is servicing real men like me," Sam told him.

"Mmm, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you, Dean. Gonna enjoy feeding you my big cock. And you're gonna enjoy it too, aren't you? Because pretty sluts like you love sucking dick and being fucked. You can't get enough of it. Your only purpose is to be fucked and to suck off men."

Dean could only groan softly. There was something wrong with what Sam was saying, but no, it couldn't be. Sam was right. Sam was always right about everything. Then, Sam pushed him up, and Dean staggered to his feet. He presented his awaiting hole to his Master. Hopefully, Master would let him cum.

The succubus stared at Dean. It was always fun to hold off orgasms. Lord knows he had done it enough to Becky. But, Sam wanted to dominate Dean. Dean deserved to cum and become a full slave to the household.

"Mmm, I look forward to burying my cock deep inside of you, slut, filling you up like the slut you are," Sam told Dean, pushing another finger.

"You're craving it, boy. You need to be filled up with cock."

"Yes, Sir," Dean moaned, even as he shook his head. He wanted to obey, but part of him was fighting it. He tried to move forward, away from Sam's fingers.

Dean leaned forward, and wrapped one hand around Dean's neck, pulling him back onto his knees. His fingers slipped into Dean's ass.

"Stop fighting me, boy," he said, pushing Dean's face to his chest. "Obey me, slut."

Dean's cock quivered. The cologne made him feel lightheaded again. Dean rubbed his face against Sam's chest. He was pushed down to all fours again, but he didn't have the strength to hold himself up and fell onto his elbows.

Sam malevolently laughed. "Good boy. You're ready for my cock."

Dean whimpered when he felt Sam's thick cock press between his cheeks, rubbing up and down and across his sensitive hole. Yes, he was ready for Sam's cock. He wanted it so much.

Sam pulled back, and pushed the tip of his cock against Dean's hole. He pushed hard, forcing Dean's hole to open.

Dean moaned in pleasurable pain as Sam's cock forced its way inside. "Hurts," he managed. "Hurts!"

Sam ignored him. "It'll feel good soon, boy," he grunted, and kept pushing. "Stay still and relax."

Dean did as he was told, relaxing, and found that Sam's cock slid in easier now. "Hurts," he mumbled. Even though it was a little easier, Sam's cock was still thick and massive.

"Enjoy it, boy. Enjoy the feeling of a real man's cock inside of you," Sam told him, still pushing in relentlessly. "Mmm, you feel so tight, Dean. You have an ass made to be fucked."

Dean smiled at that. He was making Master Sam happy! "Good," he managed. His brain was still cloudy, his thoughts coming slowly.

Sam kept pushing forward, occasionally pulling back a little to thrust back in sharply, making Dean cry out in shock and pain. "Take it, all boy," he muttered. "Mmm, your ass looks good with my cock buried inside."

Dean hung his head, groaning. His own cock was still hard and aching, but he wasn't allowed to touch it.. "Sir," he whimpered. Dean was just so horny.

But, Sam ignored him, pulling back an inch only to thrust back in hard and deep. He did it again and again, until his balls slapped loudly against Dean's ass. "There, boy. You're all filled up. Feels good, doesn't it."

Dean nodded. If he ignored the pain, it did feel good. He groaned when Sam began to fuck him hard, thrusting into him and trying to bury himself deeper. His balls kept slapping against Dean's ass. He had to do this. He had to do this for Master.

"I want you to cum, boy," Sam told him. "I want you to cum while I fuck you. I want you to enjoy being fucked. I want you to enjoy being filled with a big, thick cock, Dean." He leaned forward, and wrapped his hand around Dean's cock. "See, you're still hard. You like being fucked like a little cockslut."

Dean whimpered. He wasn't a cockslut. He just loved being fucked by cocks. Sam was right as usual. He liked this. He enjoyed the feeling of Sam's massive cock sliding in and out, liked being filled. He thrust deep into Sam's grip, rocking his hips. He wanted to cum.

"That's right, fuck yourself on my cock, little slut," Sam said, groaning in pleasure. "All good sluts do, and you're a good slut."

Dean shook his head, even as he kept thrusting into Sam's hand. He just wanted to cum and please Sam, it didn't make him a slut. Did it?

"Cum for me, boy," Sam told him. "Show me how much you like being my slut. Cum for me. Cum for me, Dean"

Dean shuddered with built up pleasure and came. His cock jerking in Sam's hands. His cum hit the floor, and he moaned in pleasure.

Oh God, he had never had an orgasm this intense, making him pass out and see stars. It was so fucking good. He wanted more. Perhaps he could become Sam's cumdump. If he had orgasms like this it was good to be gay?

Dean was done. Sam kept fucking him from behind. His hands were tight on Dean's hips and his thrusts became even harder and faster.

Dean was just coming down from his amazing orgasm when Sam buried himself deep and grunted as he came. Dean could feel the cum fill him up, and he moaned softly. His ass was so sensitive. Sam's cock surely belonged in his ass. Master owned it after all.

The succubus pulled out and stared at Dean. Yes, he was a good cumslut. Three months had taught him that lesson. But, Sam's succubus senses told him that he better use Dean again tonight to imprint sluttiness upon him.

Sam smacked Dean's ass. "Now, be a good boy and get on your hands and knees, Dean. Time for another round. Sluts like you always take another round."

Dean sank down to his knees. He was still naked and horny. Cum was leaking out of him He looked up at Sam, at his massive hard cock. He leaned forward, hoping to take it in his mouth. He was here to suck Master off, right?

"Mmm, good boy," Sam said, thrusting forward. "Look at that, didn't even need to ask him to suck my dick. He's a natural slut."

Dean smiled around Sam's massive cock. Sam was happy with his performance! He leaned forward trying to take more of his Master's massive cock in his mouth without gagging. He couldn't help it, he still gagged every now and then, drooling as he did. But, Sam didn't complain. He knew Dean had a long way to go.

"Beg for it, slut, beg to be fucked like the whore you are," Sam grunted to him. Sam needed to dump his load.

"Fuck me!" Dean cried out.. "Fuck me, please!"

Sam slapped his ass. "You're a whore, say it."

"I'm a whore," Dean moaned.

Sam slapped his ass again. Why did that feel so good? Had it before?

"I'm a gay cock-sucking faggot. Say it slut." said Sam.

"I'm a gay cock-sucking faggot." said Sam. (It was true wasn't it?)

Master laughed. "You learn quickly, Dean. Good boy."

He moaned, and then gasped an orgasm hit him hard. It was just as intense as the first, and his cock twitched and jerked as he came. "

Oh, oh, Sir, oh!" he moaned, arching his back. "Fuck me!"

Sam kept fucking him through his orgasm, relentless and hard, and oh, that made it feel even better.

Soon, Dean was filled with his Master's cum, and there wasn't much time for it drip from his ass and down his legs.

"Mm, no need for lube anymore!" Sam laughed. "All that cum has made you nice and slick."

Dean groaned. It still hurt a little to have a cock pushed inside of him so quickly, despite this being his fourth dick up his ass so far. His own cock was already springing back to life, half-hard from Sam's deep thrusts. He would always be hard in front of his Master.

Sam knelt down in front of him. He rubbed his cock over Dean's face. Cum coated his face. His Master had branned him. Dean opened his mouth automatically...moaning. He wanted more cock. Sam pushed his cock deeper. Dean looked up at Sam, wanting the man to be proud and pleased.

Sam smiled down at him, stroking his hair. "You want to please me, don't you, Dean? You want to be a good boy. You want to be a good cockslut."

Dean moaned in pleasure. He wanted all those things, yes! He hoped Master would let him stay.

"You like being used and watched," Sam continued, thrusting into Dean's mouth. "You like being a submissive slutboy to a man like me." He was programming Dean. Dean had so many kinks now. He was always horny.

Every word sank into Dean's brain. It was true. He was a slut and a whore and all those things Master said. He loved this. He couldn't imagine wanting to do anything else. He dimly remembered having done other things, but nothing that felt as good as this.

Dean was dimly aware that he was coated in cum. He started to wipe it from his body but Sam held up his hand.

"Not now. Slutty little things like you wear cum. It shows everyone what sluts they are."

Dean nodded of course, giving his Master a big, dripping stupid smile. "Thank you Master I almost forgot that I'm a slut!"

"I'll always be here to remind you my fuck-doll. Said Master Sam.

Dean came again at that.

That weekend Dean lost count of how many times Master fucked him, and how many times he came. It was all so blissful. It was all he wanted. All Dean knew for sure was the overwhelming need to obey and please Master, the overwhelming desire to get fucked, his cock almost constantly hard of half-hard.

Dean lay there naked with cum dripping out, his eyes closed. He felt dried-up cum all over his face, neck and chest, as well as on his ass. He was exhausted, all fucked-out after having been used so thoroughly. He had never experienced anything like it, such overwhelming, intense orgasms. His body was aching, and he felt tired in a good way. Sam had said they were done for the day but that Dean still had a lifetime of service to look forward to. Dean couldn't wait to serve his Master.

Dean looked behind him and there on his ass was a tramp stamp barcode. He was happy. He truly belonged to his Master.

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