'Not again,' Sam thought as Dean changed the music and said nothing. 'What have I got to do to make him realize his place is here with me.' The bottom had fallen out of Sam's world when he realized how screwed-up his brother was and that the previous warnings hadn't curbed his recklessness.

As Dean continued to drive down the dark road, Sam looked for a place to pull over.

"Next turning on the right," he ordered.

"What!" Dean exclaimed. "That doesn't go anywhere."

"That's right it doesn't," Sam replied sharply. "But I still want you to take it, now."

Dean took a sideways glance at his brother and nearly shivered. Sam had that look again; the one that said Dean had done wrong and should be ready for his punishment.

As Dean got closer to the turning he tried to protest. "Look I'm sorry Sam …"

"Too late for sorry and if you miss the turning that'll be extra, do you want that?" Sam snapped as he squeezed Dean's crotch tight.

Dean thought about the statement before squealing the tires into the turning.

"Good choice," Sam grinned. "Pull over in that gap behind the trees on the left."

Dean was beginning to tremble. Ok so admitting that he nearly went through with the pact wasn't the wisest thing he done since dad's death, but Sam seemed to be enjoying this too much. This would be the fourth time that Sam had decided that he had stepped out of line about his feelings about dad's death. Even the interlude with Jo hadn't prevented Sam from finding privacy for reminding him of where he belonged.

As Dean pulled the car to a stop Sam pulled something out of the glove compartment. Dean glanced over and saw him fingering the collar. He raised his eyes to look at his brother. "Sam we don't have to do this," he implored.

Sam met his gaze. "I think we do," Sam stated handing Dean the collar.

"Look I didn't make the deal bro'. I might have thought about it but I didn't, so we really don't need to do this," Dean replied quickly, his voice hitching slightly as he refused to take the collar.

"When we started fucking again after dad's death it was like this and I told you then what to expect if you seemed to have a deathwish. What do you call making a deal? You'd already told me how well they go and then you think of doing one to get dad back. So you were happy with another ten years, what about the rest of us? Did you think of us? You accused Evan Hudson of only thinking of himself when he made his deal, but you're no better," Sam reproached. "Now putting the fucking collar on," he ordered sharply.

Dean looked at Sam. He couldn't remember ever seeing his brother this angry at him. He hesitated only a moment before taking the collar and fastening it around his own neck.

Once the collar was in place Sam slid a finger under it to check it was tight enough. "Good, nice and tight," he smiled. "Now strip but leave your boots on and go stand in the centre of the clearing," he barked.

Dean looked at him aghast. "Sam its freezing out there," Dean complained.

Sam grabbed Dean's balls through his jeans. "When did I ask you to talk?"

"You didn't."

"No I didn't," Sam responded gruffly, knowing this was part of the usual ritual to get his big brother to stop being a dick. "You do as you're told boy and show some respect."

Dean suspected Sam was more than a little turned-on at being able to dominate him but that didn't matter. Dean had agreed with Sam once in the past and now he had to comply. Slowly he started to remove his clothes as Sam sat placidly looking out the windscreen. Dean wondered what Sam was planning and hoped his brother wouldn't leave him freezing for too long.

As Dean got out of the car Sam out got and went to the trunk. Dean was already shivering when Sam reached him and cuffed his hands behind his back. Coming round in front of his brother Sam started jerking him off, when Sam judged that Dean was ready to come he stopped and fastened a cock ring round his brothers balls.

Dean cussed under his breath at the frustrated feeling and wondered how Sam knew this was a picnic area when they'd stopped. But now Sam was pulling him towards one of the tables. Sam pushed Dean's chest down on to the table and watched as his brother place a bottle of lube beside to him.

"When this started I told you if you fucked-up I would beat and fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week." He paused so it could sink in. "Well guess what big brother, tonight is the night that you'll find out what I meant." He paused again to give his brother time to worry. "I've tried to avoid it the last few times but you still haven't learnt your lesson," Sam said calmly as he stroked Dean's bottom with Dean's own belt.

Dean shivered in fear and anticipation of what was to come. Although he often got hurt in his line of work and consequently had a high threshold for pain he didn't enjoy it, it didn't turn him on. What turned him on was listening to his brother's voice and the edge it got whenever he had the opportunity indulge in this role.

The table was rough and he wondered how many splitters he'd end up getting, he just hoped they would only be in his chest.

"Spread your legs," Sam demanded as he started rubbing lube along Dean's crack, gradually working it into his hole. Sam could feel his own erection growing and feeling tight in his trousers. He'd bought a larger butt plug because of the thrill he got from being able to do whatever he wanted knowing that Dean was already full and this wouldn't need to be pumped to maintain the sensation.

"I'm going to put the butt plug in now," Sam stated coldly after prepping Dean's hole; knowing that Dean would be expecting the same one he had used before not this much larger version. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Dean replied automatically.

"That's good baby," Sam coo-ed. "Now I want you be breathe and let it in," he continued as he started to push it into Dean.

'God it hurts,' Dean thought. 'How am I supposed to breathe and relax for this? What's he trying to shove up my ass? It feels like a baseball bat.' Dean felt himself tense at the thought.

Sam grinned; he could sense the fear coming from Dean. "Dean I would never do anything you couldn't take. Just relax and breathe, it might hurt a bit but I promise you'll enjoy this," he whispered into Dean's ear as he kissed the shell. He continued kissing and licking down Dean's neck, nipping as he went. He could feel Dean relaxing under the caresses and slowly eased the butt plug in.

As his sphincter relaxed around the plug Dean released a breath and relaxed.

"I knew you'd feel better once you relaxed," Sam smirked. "Just relax for a minute while I move your hands; I don't want them getting in the way." Sam undid one cuff and fastened it to the table leg, forcing Dean to move back on the table. Then with another cuff he fastened Dean's other wrist to the table.

"Do you know why I haven't followed through with my promise before?" Sam asked as he checked that Dean was supported so that he couldn't move and his legs well spread.

Dean shook his head not daring to speak.

"You can answer questions Dean," Sam smirked. "I haven't beaten you because motel rooms are not known for their sound proof walls and you will scream. Out here there's no-one to hear you so I can have free rein and hopefully you'll remember why this is necessary."

Dean tried to relax but it wasn't easy with only his head and shoulders supported by the table. His legs felt the strain of being spread with his cock and balls hanging freely. He was cold, almost shivering and hoped Sam didn't think it was anticipation.

Sam stepped to the side of Dean and wound Dean's belt round his hand leaving a long tail. He drew his arm back and cracked the belt across Dean's back.

Dean grunted as the air was forced from his lungs. The welt stung and Dean knew it was only the first of many.

"I'm not going to tell you how disappointed I am that you still would rather trade places with dad than stay with me because hopefully the actions will speak to you better than I ever could. What I do want you to do is count out loud with each crack," Sam stated coldly.

Sam cracked the belt across Dean's bottom.

"Two," Dean grunted as he tensed in his bonds.

So it carried on with Sam changing the position of the cracks so that welts appeared on Dean's body from his shoulder's to his calves. Dean refused to scream although the pain was getting unbearable.

Sam changed the angle of the next crack so that it caught Dean's balls.

"Twenty-two," Dean screamed shaking and hoping that it would stop before he starting begging.

"So that's what you need to break," Sam stated callously angling another blow to catch Dean's balls from a different angle. Sam knew Dean thought he enjoyed doing this; the truth was different as anyone seeing the tears in his eyes would know. Sam refused to let the tears fall he had to show Dean that a deal with a demon would hurt more than he ever could.

"Twenty-three," Dean screamed and writhed. "Please Sam I can't take any more."

Sam smiled, "That so big brother." Sam cracked another blow.

"Twenty-four," Dean screamed trying to move away. "Sammy please bro' stop."

"At least you'll remember next time you want to make a deal what's in store for you on this side of hell and do you think they'll stop in hell just because you scream?" Sam cracked another blow.

"Twenty-five," Dean screamed. "Sammy please you've made your point. Please stop Sam, I'm begging here."

Sam was already unwrapping the belt as Dean spoke. Dropping it to the floor he moved behind Dean and slowly rubbed antiseptic cream into the welts. The tears that he had been holding back fell as he really saw the damage that he had inflicted on his brother.

"Agh what are you doing now?" Dean screamed as a salt filled tear fell on a welt.

"Just rubbing some antiseptic on the welts, don't want them getting infected," Sam replied pulling himself together. He hadn't finished with his threat so he couldn't lose control now.

Moving to remove the butt plug he remembered how much Dean had squirmed when it went in, it wasn't going to be easy to remove it. "Dean I need you to relax," he said gently.

"Relax," Dean huffed; collar or not Dean had had enough. "How can I relax when you've got me tied to a bench with a wedge up my ass?"

"Dean you need to relax so that I can remove that wedge, as you so elegantly put it," Sam grinned at Dean's comment.

"Oh ... I'll try," Dean replied more subdued.

Sam took hold of the base of the plug and twisted it slowly trying to make it as pleasurable as possible. When he felt Dean's sphincter relax he started pulling it out, trying not to hurt any more than necessary. He needed to regain his control and his erection which had wilted the longer he had beaten Dean. He wished that he had changed the angle earlier; he'd always planned to stop after his brother screamed in pain. Problem was Dean was stubborn and wouldn't give in easily but Sam just wanted him to have a taste of what that deal would mean for him and that meant he needed to fuck him hard now.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he felt the plug disappear from his ass. "So are you going to release these cuffs now so I can stretch my back?" Dean asked forgetting the no questions when the collar's on rule.

Sam slipped his finger between the collar and Dean's throat pulling it tight. "Did you forget something big brother?" he sneered.

Dean swallowed uncomfortably wondering how to stop Sam's masochistic reaction. "Yes, sorry sir."

Sam smiled at least it didn't take much to remind Dean that his ordeal wasn't over yet. Just hearing his brother apologise and call him sir made Sam's dick twitch. "What was it you forgot Dean?"

So his brother was really going to play the master role and there was nothing Dean could do about it. He didn't want to beg and hoped Sam didn't want him to lick his boots or anything like that. Now he had to appear contrite though. "I forgot the rules about when I'm wearing the collar sir," Dean replied as humbly as he could.

"And what are those rules boy?"

"That I do as I'm told, don't ask questions and only speak when I'm told to."

"That's right and you've broken those rules so you have to be punished," Sam stated.

'You've got to be joking, as if being beaten all over wasn't enough for one day,' Dean thought but said nothing.

Sam mused what could he do to punish his brother. He didn't want to humiliate him and he didn't want to beat him any more. Yeah he was going to fuck him but he wanted that to be pleasurable so they could continue to enjoy their sexual relationship. As he was thinking he realised thought Dean was shivering and how cold it was out there. Maybe Dean had been punished enough for one night and just fucking him and getting to a motel would be enough, then a thought occurred.

"I'm not going to punish you now but you will be driving until we find a motel," Sam stated. "But I did say something about fucking you hard and I want to hear you beg for release," he continued as he undid his zip and lined up his erection.

'What's he on tonight? Me drive everything hurts now without sitting down and leaning against the seat. Oh shit he's serious, that's going to be the punishment,' Dean thought just before Sam's dick slid into him in one movement.

Sam set up a ruthless rhythm from the start wanting to pound his brother fast and hard. But when he realised that Dean wasn't begging he stopped balls deep in Dean. "Didn't I say I wanted to hear some begging?"

Dean had been too numb from the realisation that Sam was going to make him drive to really be connected with what was happening to his body. "Sorry sir," Dean mumbled.

"What was that I didn't quite hear it," Sam snapped.

"I'm sorry sir," Dean repeated more loudly but still without the emotion that Sam wanted. "Please sir … can you fuck me … let me come."

Sam resumed pounding Dean's ass, "I want to hear more baby."

Dean still felt numb but knew that Sam would continue until heard what he wanted. Schooling his thoughts and trying to remember how good sex usually was with Sam, Dean started to moan in pleasure, "please sir … that feels so good … I love it when you're pounding my ass."

"That's more like it," Sam responded. "I want this to be good for you too." Sam changed his angle and started pounding Dean's prostrate.

"Agh … Oh god … that's so good … please sir … can I come," Dean begged knowing Sam had to release the cock ring, but wanting Sam to touch his dick. "Please sir … please touch me."

Sam stopped thrusting to remove the cock ring and stroke Dean. As he started thrusting again he whispered in Dean's ear, "come for me baby."

Dean came hard, knees buckling and squeezing Sam's dick and milking the come from it. "Oh god Dean you're so good," Sam purred as he held his brother to stop him falling. Spent and flaccid he slipped from Dean. Still holding his brother he released the handcuffs and supported Dean back to the car.

Dean was still shivering from exhaustion and cold. Sam helped him into his clothes before getting him on to the back seat. "You need to rest before we drive further," Sam said as he removed the collar and rested Dean's head in his lap.

"You mean you're serious about me driving?" Dean asked shocked.

Sam smirked, "how will I keep you in line if I back down? Maybe it will help you to remember next time you want to do something stupid that it isn't worth it."

Exhausted or not Dean almost jumped up. "If you're freaking serious we better get going then," he complained wincing as he got out of the car to get into the drivers seat.

"Dean you're likely to have an accident now, you need to rest first," Sam pleaded.

"Dude I am not going to feel better in the morning so we may as well leave now," Dean retorted.

Despite being back in little brother mode Sam was concerned about Dean driving when he was so exhausted but he couldn't volunteer to drive either and it was all his fault. "Dean don't be a jerk you could fall asleep driving."

"Well you better keep me awake then," Dean replied wincing as he tried to get comfortable in the driver's seat. "I'm freezing, hurting and tired. I just want to get a bed and lie face down for a couple of days. That ain't gonna happen waiting around here 'til morning. So are you staying back there or riding up front, cuz at the moment I don't care which."

Sam guiltily got into the front next to Dean. "I'm sorry I didn't think you'd let me hurt you that much."

Dean looked at his brother and smirked, "what kind of pussy do you think I am?" Pulling the car back on to the hardtop he continued, "no don't answer that. I guess this hurt you too. Does that mean I get a free pass next time?"

Sam saw Dean's sideways glance and smirked, "not if you try for hell again. I'm not giving you up for them even if I have to follow you down and haul your ass back; though I might give them time to convince you that you belong with me."

"You'd do that for me," Dean sounded genuinely surprised.

"We've lost mom, I've lost Jess, we've lost dad. You're all I've got left and I'm not letting you go, so quit trying to quit on me," Sam replied warmly.

"So if I agree to stay out of hell can we lose the collar, cuz I'd really like to talk about things in future before you try and beat me into next week."

"The collar puts me in charge and you're not good at accepting that, but we could change the rules," Sam conceded. "You could talk but still have to do as I say."

"You've got a real control kink there bro'," Dean grinned.

"Hey you enjoy being told what to do, just not from me," Sam complained. "The collar just reverses the chain of command for a short while and I always said it would only be used if you were out of control. The more you regain control of yourself the less it will be needed any way."

"Ok but can you put it away until this beating heals."

"Yeah well I think we need a break so you should stay on track for the time being," Sam agreed as they pulled into a motel.

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