A Succubus's Playground Ch. 03

That night as Becky Cummings, was fellating her Master Sam. The doorbell rang. Sam groaned. Who could this be? He had been SO close to cumming. He came in Becky's face which caused her to giggle and walked naked to the door. There stood Dean. His new potential pet. Upon seeing his Master's full glory, Dean sank to his knees. His Master deserved respect.

Sam had known that Dean was a good slut. Dean crawled up the porch stairs towards Master Sam. He was salivating with desire. Dean had spent the short time between getting off work and coming to Master Sam's house, dreaming of his Master's cock and how perfect it was. He just loved cocks especially his Master's cock. Didn't he?

"I brought some wine Master." Dean said handing the wine to Sam.

Sam didn't say anything. He handed the wine to Becky and she took it into the kitchen.

"What did you do this afternoon?" Dean asked Sam.

"Oh, Master. I just thought of your cock and how wonderful it is. I jerked off just thinking about it." said Sam.

"You jerked off thinking about my cock?" questioned Sam. "You came without my permission?" He had been stroking Dean's cock but now he abruptly stopped. Sam was angry. The succubus side of him should have fed off of that orgasmic energy.

"Yes..." stammered Dean. He was horny, super horney and wanted to cum. "I was only think of your cock. It's so magnificent."

"You disappoint me Dean." said Sam. "I thought you could be a good slut. I thought you could be a good cumdump like Becky. But, I see now that I'll have to train you. SO DISAPPOINTING."

Dean was crying. He had disappointed Sam. He had disappointed his Master. "I want to be your slut and cumdump too Master. What can i do to make it up to you?" questioned Dean. He really wanted the opportunities that Master Sam had for him.

"How many times did you jerk off and cum?" questioned Sam.

"Three, Master." said Dean. He was so miserable. He was so horny. Cocks were good?

"Don't you remember what I told you this afternoon slut?" asked Sam.

"My body belongs to you," Dean said, "including my orgasms."

"Exactly. You obey me, Dean." Sam wound his fingers through Deans hair, and gave it a firm pull.

"Did I give you permission to jerk off, slut?" asked Sam.

"N-no, Master," Dean managed. "I just - you fucked me and I really wanted to cum! Your cock was all I thought of."

Sam angrily shoved Dean away. He shook his head. "I was clearly too easygoing with you this afternoon. Being a slutty cumdump is hard work" Sam said.

"I just let you cum so easily. Well, we're not going to have any of that anymore. You're going to have to earn the right to be my slut."

Dean felt a stab of guilt. He had known that Sam didn't want him to jerk off, but he had done it anyway, and now Sam was angry. It was just that jerking off felt so good. He had been thinking of Sam's cock and that made him horny.

"Then it's got to be three months in a chastity cage. Also you now longer call me Master. You'll have to earn that. For now call me Sir." said Sam.

"Yes, Sir" said Dean as he groveled. As he was kneeling, his face was level with Sam's massive cock. He wanted that in his mouth. Cocks were so good?

Sam watched him staring in lust. Sam moved closer and now his dripping cock was against Dean's lips. Dean wanted to take it in his mouth but he didn't have permission.

"You feel bad, don't you?" Sam said, and pulled Dean into his arms, hugging him tight. He ran his fingers through Dean's hair again, stroking him gently. "That's okay, slutty Dean. You'll make mistakes. It's just up to me to punish you for them, isn't it?"

Dean nodded. He felt safe in Sam's arms, surrounded by his strength, his scent. Sam knew what was good for him, and if Sam said he needed punishment, Sam was right. Master, no Sir, was always right.

"Yes, Sir," he said, nodding against Sam's chest.

"Good boy," Sam told him, stroking his hair.

Dean smiled. Sam was pleased with him!

But, Sam quickly pulled away, and malevolently smiled down at him. "Turn around and rest your arms on the sofa. Let's punish you straight away." He said.

Sam stroked Dean's sides, then ran his hands up, briefly pinching and twisting Dean's nipples.

Dean gasped and tried to jerk away.

"Ah, you love this pain, slut," Sam told him. He pulled the nipples harder.

"Sir!" Dean whimpered in pleasurable pain. It hurt, having Sam pinch his nipples, but Sam was right. Dean loved the sharp pain. His cock was so hard.

Sam moved his hands down again. He ran them over Dean's cock. He rubbed the cock for awhile. Then his hands cupped Dean's balls, then down his thighs and back up.

"Look at you," Sam murmured.

"Such a pretty little slut," Sam said, his hands on Dean's ass.. "Made to be fucked, aren't you?"

Dean was squirming now, getting hornier and hornier. His cock was hardening to the point where it could be made of stone.

. "Sir, please!" he said. "Fuck me!"

Sam laughed mavlomently. Then Sam raised his hand and smacked Dean's ass. "No, slut. You're being punished." He smiled as he groped Dean's ass. "Ah, the thong? Good choice. Really shows off that cute butt of yours." He slapped Dean's ass again, then pulled the thong down to his ankles.

Dean was breathing hard, bowing his head. He was hard. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. Why did he jerk off without permission?

Sam slapped his ass again. "Mm, love how your ass looks in thongs," he said, squeezing both ass cheeks. "So nice and round, just begging to be spanked."

Dean gasped when Sam spanked him again. It hurt, and he winced in pain. "Sir!"

"Oh, does it hurt, slut?" Sam asked, slapping his ass even harder.

"Ah! Yes, Sir!" Dean cried out. He didn't know if it was from pleasure or pain.

"Good," Sam told him. He was grinning evilly as he spanked Dean again and again. "This is what you get for disobeying me, Dean." His fingers ran up and down Dean's ass.

Deanl shivered, feeling the heat and the pain radiate through his ass. "Sir," he whimpered. "Please, I won't jerk off again ever."

"You better not," Sam told him. He spanked Dean a few more times, quick spanks on the same spot until Dean was sobbing.

"You only cum with my permission, understand Slut?"

"Yes, Sir," Dean managed. He glanced up, and saw his own red, flustered face in the mirrored wall. Then he looked at Sam, who looked pleased and turned on. At least he was making Sam happy. That was really all that mattered right?

"Your ass looks real good right now, slut," Sam told him. He was stroking Dean's ass again, groping and squeezing until Dean started squirming. "Nice and red." Then he laughed, and spanked him a few more times.

"Maybe I should buy a cane, just in case you're bad again."said Sam. He wasn't about to let this bad slave know he already had many toys that they could play with.

"No, please, Sir," Dean said, "please, I'll be good." He was glad that Sam liked spanking him, but he didn't like it himself. It was very painful and his ass was feeling hot.

"You said that before," Sam reminded him. He was spanking Dean's ass again. "Look how long that lasted." His touch was light, and Dean shivered again. He was just so horny.

"I promise, Sir, I'll be good. I won't jerk off. I won't cum without your permission," Dean told him.

"We'll see, slut," Sam said, and kept stroking Dean's ass gently.

Dean whimpered. Now that Sam wasn't spanking him, the pain was fading, although his ass still felt very sensitive, and hot.

"I think you could learn to like being spanked," Sam told him as he kept petting Dean's ass.

Deanl bit his lip to suppress a moan. The gentle touches did feel nice on his heated skin, and that heat was spreading to his groin. His cock was still hard.

Sam slapped his ass, hard, and Dean gasped.

"I said, I think you could learn to like being spanked."

Dean nodded. "Yes, Sir. Yes, whatever you want," he babbled. He still couldn't believe that the pain was actually feeling kinda nice.

"Which means I'd have to find different punishments for you if you disobey me," Sam told him.

"I won't disobey again, Sir!"said Dean. he was so horny. He wanted release. Surely, Sam would let him cum.

Sam just laughed evilly. "What makes you think your punishment is over? You enjoyed this to much for it to be a punishment. It'll have to be one of your new kinks. (The succubus wrote Dean's mind to desire being spanked. It was now a permanent kink. That Sam would take advantage off. Dean couldn't have all the pleasure. )

"Only a matter of time, till you disappoint me boy. I'll have to get you a nice cock cage to help you learn.." Sam moved his hands so he could play with Dean's hard cock. "Mmm, yes, you were enjoying this, weren't you, slut?"

Dean moaned, thrusting into Sam's strong grip. "Yes, Sir!"he gasped. Sam was going to jerk him off. He was going to cum.

"I'll get you a nice cock cage," Sam told him. "One that won't even let you get hard. That'll teach you not to play with yourself. You need that, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I do." Dean let out a whimper. He wasn't going to get to cum after all. Sam knew best, after all. He looked up and met Sam's eyes. Sam's eyes were dark were lust. It had been a half hour since he fucked Becky. The succubus needed release.

"Yes, slut, I'll lock your cock up," Sam told him. "Because your cock belongs to me, doesn't it? Along with the rest of you?" His grip became tight, too tight, and Dean whimpered in pain.

"Yes, Sir," Dean managed. "I belong to you."

"Becky, bring a chastity cage." said Sam.

Becky still naked and covered in cum brought a chastity cage over to her Master. Since Dean was still hard and the cage couldn't be put on in that state Sam had Becky jerk him off. Just this morning Dean would have been delighted to have a beautiful woman like Becky, jerking him off. Now all he wanted was his Master jerking him off. Women didn't bring him pleasure anymore. Cocks were good?

Dean came soon enough. Becky laughed at his little cock and the little bit of cum he produced. He was so embarrassed and ashamed.

"Three months in the cage ought to do it." said Sam.

"Three months will teach you to obey. Three months without being able to cum." said Sam.

Dean whimpered. He was so horny. Cocks were so good?

"You should thank him." said Becky. "He could have made it alot longer. I once went two years without being able to cum. He's being nice to you because you're new."

"Thank you, Sir" said Dean as he groveled. He was staring at Sam's hard cock. He wondered if he could taste it. That would be so good. A cock in his mouth. His Master's cock...

"You're thinking about giving me a blowjob right now aren't you?" questioned Sam.

"Yes, Sir." said Dean.

"Well, there won't be anything from the tap for you for three months now. It's all part of the lesson." said Sam.

Dean whimpered. He wanted to leave. Wait where did that thought come from..could he leave...

Sam's succubus senses flared. "Don't worry though slut. Just because you can't have it warm and flowing doesn't mean you can't have it at all. I'll provide you with plenty of cum everyday. You'll love it."

Hope blossomed in Dean. He was going to get cum. Cum was wonderful. All thoughts about him leaving vanished. It was Sam's cum he wanted now.

Sam wasn't done issuing his verdict. "You'll remain plain straight Dean at school and when you go to bed alone, but you will be wearing your thong and you will have erotic thoughts of me you'll get super hard but not able to jerk off or cum. If you do jerk off or cum your punishment will go on for longer.

"I'm only trying to help you become a good slut. You need to obey me more Dean." said Sam. "I think now you'll sell your house and move in here. All your money from your job needs to come to me. You'll have to keep working of course. Someone has to support this house." said Sam.

That night Dean got up and went home. His submissive gay indenity still hadnt suken in. He drifted off to bed. Suddenly he is having thoughts of Dean naked before him with a huge erection; he gets hard in the panties instantly. "No...stop it." He says trying to get the thoughts out of his mind. He wasn't gay. He didn't like cocks. But he can't get it out. He is touching Dean's cock and stroking it in his mind and his own cock is straining in the chasity cage.

"No, I'm not gay, stop...oh god." Dean was so horny. He wanted to rub himself. He wanted to submit to Sam. Cocks are so good. Cum was good? Dean moaned as he envisions being fucked up the ass again and again and of Sam's cock spewing cum all over his face. Suddenly, the dream faded. . He spasms and moans every now and then as he dreams erotic dreams and he remains hard through the night dreaming of Sam and ways to service him. Sam was his new dom. The only man he wanted.

Dean gladly, excepted Sam's terms. He really had no choice. He wanted to serve Sam and this is what Sam wanted. He signed the lease over the next day. Sam was as good as his word. Everyday he would drop by Dean's office. Here he would jerk off into a doggie bowl and have Dean lick it clean. The same process happened at home. Everyday Dean got to eat a gallon of cum. It was delicious. It was all that he wanted. He was truly Master Sam's slut.

(Sam's story will continue. I love to hear from my fans. Please leave questions/comments or ideas about what happens in Quiet Acres.)