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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt_Dean_Winchester, Hurt_Sam_Winchester, Brotherly_Love, Wincest_Feels,
      Big_Brother_Dean, Sexual_Slavery, Slavery, Master/Slave, Bottom_Dean,
      Bottom_Dean_Winchester, Punishment, Hurt_No_Comfort, Edgeplay
  Series:
      Part 6 of The_Boy_in_the_Mirror
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-19 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 4445
****** Fun House ******
by supernutjapan
Summary
     Sam and Dean Winchester are picked up by a travelling circus while
     they are very young. The circus is a very dangerous place for two
     young boys and Dean must give up a part of himself in order to
     protect his brother.
     Timed a few months after Shattered Pieces. A chapter of revelations,
     heartache and turmoil for both Dean and Sam. The start of a new
     beginning.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own the characters Sam and Dean Winchester. They
     belong solely to the creators of the TV show Supernatural.
     My love to siennavie who created the artwork that inspired the story
     (http://siennavie.livejournal.com/35547.html ) and created the
     beautiful banner and dividers, and Avalyn for her beta and
     encouragement. Thank you. All remaining mistakes are mine.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The darkness that had been resting heavily on Sam’s eyelids lifted and a gentle
breeze ruffled the curtains and traveled over his warm skin as he floated in
and out of consciousness. Dean’s sinewy body was attached to his own lanky
frame in perfect alignment of a large S, skin against skin, one muscular arm
possessively over him, thighs pressed firmly against his ass … which, come to
think of it, was giving him a little tingling sensation in the back of his
groin. As he lazily reached down to his dick to relieve it, Dean’s arm slid
down too and his hand rested lightly on his.
“I can help you with that Sammy.” His brother’s light breath tickled his ear
and he felt a shiver go all the way down to his already sensitive member.
Gently lifting his hand out of the way, Dean covered him with his soft warm
hand.
Sam gasped and arched back as a jolt went through him at first touch, then with
a deep shuddering breath he let himself go as Dean’s palm firmly stroked his
eager young dick, down to the base of his shaft, cupping his balls and rubbing
the taut skin below, then up again. He groaned in complete bliss of feeling
Dean against him, his arm around him, cradling him in his hand.
Dean then wrapped his forefinger and thumb around his erection and started to
pump slowly, his breath puffing gently on Sam’s neck. Sam’s dick pulsed and
then throbbed as the speed gradually increased and small fireworks shot down to
his toes. Precome dripped from the head and he gasped and moaned as Dean’s
thumb began rubbing the come all over his dick, massaging the head and nudging
at his slit as he continued the rhythmical pumping. The fingers squished as
they slipped and glided over the bumps and crevasses with the added lube.
Dean’s legs ground against his ass, his firm dick wedged between the cheeks,
and wet kisses trailed down his ear and neck. He moaned and trembled, caught up
in a massive wave ready to break at any second.
“Feel good Sam?”
“Yeahhhh,” he gasped. “Dean…? I think... I think I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me Sammy,” Dean whispered in his ear again and Sam grabbed hold of
Dean and hung on for dear life as the wave crashed and thousands of tiny foam
bubbles popped simultaneously into nothingness.
Sam gasped and sat up. Birds were chirping outside in the crisp morning air,
and he found himself alone, again, come all over his dick and stomach. He
swiftly turned his head … yes, and on the sheet as well. He groaned softly as
he quickly used the sheet to wipe off as much as he could.
Then his thoughts turned to his crazy, hot dream and he suddenly desperately
longed for that comforting presence of his brother - the happiness he’d felt
when they were finally curled up together after a long day. Dean had always
been there for him...if not quite in the way he’d dreamed. He wrapped his arms
around his knees and rocked back and forth as his heart felt like it was going
to explode inside him.
He hardly ever even saw Dean anymore - he was always training with Grange or on
one of the Master’s chores. It seemed almost like he was avoiding him for some
reason. Why? Just as he felt the tears start to well, he heard the trailer door
burst open, and Dean flung open the curtain a second later, gasping like he’d
run a mile.
“Hey!”
Sam quickly hid his surprise and schooled his face into a scowl.
“So where were you this time?” he pouted as he lowered his eyes and tried to
look everywhere but at Dean, tried to stop the stupid tear in his eye from
falling...cause that would be just perfect wouldn't it? Showing Dean what a
baby he was.
“I was with Grange. You know, the usual training. Hey...,” Dean stepped closer
and peered at him with concern. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, of course, why not?” He quickly scooted off the other side of the cot,
avoiding contact.
Dean glanced at the sheet he held awkwardly in front of him and his face
lighted up in a grin.
“So, who was it? Angelina Jolie? Brad Pitt? or...both?” Dean chortled.
“Shut up, Dean. We’re going to be late for chores.” Sam hissed as his face
burned.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
He left quickly, feeling Dean’s grin on his back and his face on fire. Good
thing too. He was getting hard again.
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Dean let out a relieved sigh as Sam left, then grimaced as he rubbed his own
crotch. Just one more thing that made him shy away from sleeping in the cot
with Sam. His only purpose in life was to keep Sam from the same fate. To keep
him safe. And yet the longing that he got when he looked at him…. He was
terrified of what he might unconsciously do if he continued to sleep in the cot
with his brother, feeling the smooth pure skin on his and the soft ass against
his dick. Damn it! He almost went crazy just thinking about it.
He flopped back on the cot, cradling his head in his hands as he faced the
ceiling.
That wasn’t all. The nightmares he’d been having…. It didn’t matter that the
Master had not given him any brutal beatings since the Strega incident. A brief
reminder - a look or a touch during the day had him dreaming every single lash
over again at night and waking up sweating and panting, having to reach back to
touch his back just to make sure it wasn't bloody from the all-too-real
lashing.
He’d asked Grange last night if he could crash at his camper so as not to wake
Sam, making sure to encircle their own camper with salt and some sigils Grange
had taught him as usual so that Sam would stay safe from any monster that might
decide to visit the circus again.
Then, he’d spent a restless night in a chair trying to avoid the nightmares. It
hadn’t worked.
Glancing quickly at the window, he got off the bed as quickly as he could to
wash and get a clean shirt on. He’d better hurry. Today was a circus day.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Sam was still brooding over Dean as he bent over his breakfast of rolls and
scrambled eggs when he sensed a presence to his right, a tray clattering on the
table, a chair grating on the floor. Glancing to the side, egg still hanging
out of his mouth, he saw a pretty girl with brown eyes and long dark brown hair
that softly draped over her cheek as she glanced at his face with a shy smile.
He just about choked on his egg as he sucked it in.
“You mind?” Her voice was low and pleasant.
“Sure... I mean, no,” Sam mumbled, then scooted his chair over a little to give
her more space.
“I’m Ruby.”
“Sam.” He reached for Ruby’s outstretched hand. “You work here?”
Her hand was cold but firm and she looked at him with eyes sparkling with
humor. “Naw, just visiting. And you?”
“Knife thrower.”
“Really?” Ruby looked at him with interest as she slid into her chair. “I look
forward to seeing you perform.”
Sam blushed and turned back to his food, almost swallowing a roll whole in his
haste before getting up with his tray and mumbling a quick “nice meeting you”
before leaving for chores.
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Visitors started piling into the grounds from 9:30 to see the animals, buy
cotton candy and hot dogs at the vendors and take pictures with the performers.
Dean and the other clowns were busy doing jumps and turns, cartwheels and
handstands with all kinds of things piled on every available surface of their
body and twirling on umbrellas over them Cat in the Hat style.
Dean was quite popular with the audience - especially the girls - and he played
his role to perfection, flirting and making them laugh and readily agreeing to
signatures for the extra penny.
He knew he wasn’t the only popular young performer. Kids and adults alike
exclaimed about the beautiful young boy with curly blondish brown hair and a
charming smile, standing confident and tall as the old knife thrower pinned him
to the board with sharp knives. He felt a deep pride for his brother and wished
he could go and see him too, but he and Sam hardly even met to say two words to
each other during the day.
He was watching a particularly pretty young girl walking off with his autograph
while clutching her phone number in his hand, when he felt a big dark shadow
behind him and a breath on his neck.
“Not bad.” The Master shrugged. “Phone her up and we teach her a few things. I
bet she’d be an eager learner. I’ll just watch while you bend her over my desk
and put your dick up her ass. How good would it feel to hear her beg instead of
being on the receiving end? Feel her squirm under you…? Scream for you? You’d
have her trained for me in no time.”
Suddenly he had a horrible vision of himself violating the one person he wanted
to protect and he felt dizzy and sick to his stomach. His fingers dug into his
palm, crushing the paper he was holding.
“No, Sir. I… I’m good.”
The Master laughed quietly and placed his heavy hand on Dean’s shoulder as he
bent forward and whispered into his ear, “Really now? We’ll see about that,
won’t we?”
Dean took a shaky breath as he felt the Master leave.
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The shows in the main tent started at four and that was probably the easiest
part of their duties. He sometimes even got to see Sam perform from backstage,
if he wasn't on stage with him. Sam now had a few tricks of his own and was
especially good at throwing knives at objects that Grange threw into the air
for him.
Dean stood behind and to the side of the stage, hidden by black curtains and
out of the way of performers going back and forth, watching Sam and Grange,
when his mouth was suddenly covered in the Master’s strong grip,
“If you don’t want little Sammy to see, I suggest you don’t make a sound,” the
Master hissed behind him as the elastic belt of his clown uniform was pulled
down and a blast of cold air hit his ass. Fingers pried open his cheeks and the
Master’s huge dick, rock hard and wet with precome, was poised for a second at
the tip of his hole before it was forced inside with a grunt. Dean’s eyes
widened and he tasted blood as he bit back a scream. Tears spilled over as the
Master drew his fat dick out almost to the tip and pushed back in to begin a
brutal pounding. The sight of Sammy and Grange in front of him seemed like a
dream as he felt himself grow faint from the pain and lack of oxygen. Just as
he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer, the Master quickly pulled out, and
turning him around, pushed him down and grabbed his hair to position his mouth
at his dick. Dean could not help but look up in dread at the cold black eyes of
the Master looking down at him.
“That’s right bitch, look at me. I will fuck you whenever and wherever I
please… Unless of course you decide to do as I say and become my assistant
instead. No? Alright then.”
The Master thrust his dick deep into his open mouth and he felt the come shoot
straight down his throat.
“Now lick it clean. I don’t want any come on these pants. I’ll see you at the
usual time at my office.”
Briskly zipping up, the Master straightened his bow and went on stage as if
nothing had happened. Dean could hear his steady voice booming across the tent,
“And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, was Grange the knife thrower and his handsome
young assistant, Sam. A big round of applause to their beautiful performance!”
***** Chapter 3 *****
His chores finished, Dean headed to the Master’s camper for his own performance
to beat all performances. The only thing that made his life truly worthwhile,
keeping Sam safe. His only true job - to satisfy the Master’s dick. But of
course the Master wouldn’t let him get away with just that.
Trussed up by his wrists and blindfolded, he shivered as the Master walked
around his strung up body, tracing his arms, abs and back, leaving goosebumps
in their wake. “It’s time, bitch. It’s time for you to pass on what I’ve taught
you. All the pain… you can let it go and give it to someone else. You are going
to fuck them and make them cry and beg you to let them come. You will whip
their little asses and show them who’s boss, while I watch. It’s a promotion.
Assistant bitch keeper.” The Master laughed loudly. Dean could feel the
Master’s breath on his face as he growled, “Now, will you be an obedient bitch
and do that for me? ”
“No, sir.” Dean trembled with fear of the consequences, but he wasn’t about to
give in to this. Not this. He would sacrifice his own life to protect Sam, but
he would not make anyone else suffer the way he did.
There was a big sigh, then Dean felt the Master leave his side. His voice was
far as he began to speak again. “The thing you keep forgetting, bitch, is you
are not the victim. You are a dirty little slut that begs me for more, and
loves it when I let you come. And, you feel so bad about yourself you even
enjoy the beatings I give you, don’t you? Does it make you feel better to think
that you are somehow sacrificing yourself for your brother? Be my guest, but
you’re lying to yourself.”
Suddenly he heard the buzzing of a vibrator which grew louder until it was
right in front of him. He felt his dick being held up by Master’s thumb and
forefinger, and his breath hitched and he gritted his teeth even before the
machine was pressed directly on his head. “Ahhhhhh!” He gasped as he tried to
breath through the overwhelming assault on his senses. Around the head, on the
slit and down his growing shaft - the nerves in his body seemed to gather and
wreck havoc in whatever place the vibrator was. Soon his traitorous dick was
standing quite well without support and he could no longer think of anything
other than the sensations centered around it. Suddenly the vibrator was taken
away, and as he tried to recover his breath, he heard the whistling and farting
noises of lube being pushed out of a tube and the squelching of hands being
lubricated.
“You want it so much, your dick is throbbing with it. I know you feel it. This
is all you, boy. And you know you’ve deserved and wanted the punishments I’ve
given you. But, once you become my assistant and start training others, then
there will be no more need. You know I’m really doing you a favor. Giving you
what you want.”
Suddenly the Master was back in front of him and slick fingers were wrapping
around the base of his dick. Gripping him firmly, they started stroking up his
shaft very slowly, over the sensitive head and slit and off the top with a
maddening squelch, then again from the base, over the head and off the top.
Squelch… squelch….. squelch...
The sound on it’s own made his dick respond in little jerks while the emptiness
between strokes made him crazy for more. Dean groaned.
“A wet pussy would feel so good right about now...just sinking your dick into
it and and feeling the heat…,” the Master whispered thoughtfully into his ear
as he stroked up again, and he felt the tingling sensation spread out in waves
toward his legs and abdomen, his dick growing taut as unwanted images galloped
through his mind. “Nooooo…..” He sobbed, unable to erase the images as the
Master continued to pump his slick dick. Then relief and disappointment as the
Master released him and stepped back. Dean felt like he’d run a mile as heat
radiated from his face and sweat trickled down his neck.
“Say yes, and you can come now.”
“No,” Dean answered through his teeth as he tried to keep his head working.
“You want to play a bit more, do you?” The Master laughed and then started to
pump Dean’s dick slowly and then with increasing speed. Soon Dean was panting
and trembling as his dick throbbed with the extra blood pumping through it’s
veins, the skin hot and taut as a drum. Just as he thought he would topple over
the edge, his head was cleared forcefully by the sudden hard pain in his
nipples as the Master pinched them vigorously. Again the same question.
Delirious, Dean barely whimpered his negative reply.
He wasn’t sure how many times the Master brought him to the edge and back
again. Each time he said no, until finally the Master untied his wrists and
bent him over the desk.
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It was after eleven when Sam finally finished his chores and started walking
back to the camper. He was so exhausted, he couldn’t wait to go back and fall
into bed, but he also felt good. He was proud of his work and the extra change
he and Grange had been able to collect from the visitors. Ruby had also come by
after the show as he was carrying some stuff to Granges’ camper, praising him
for the performance until he blushed beet red.
Then his face clouded over as his thoughts turned to Dean - something he had
tried to avoid until now. He hardly ever saw him during the day and now that he
seemed to be avoiding Sam even at night, he desperately missed him. What kind
of job did the Master have for him that he was always so late? Sam suddenly
changed course and turned to walk toward the Master’s office.
He could see a dim light through the crooked screen on the window, and as he
silently leaned his fingers against the sill and peered inside, he saw them
both facing him, Dean bent over the desk and the Master riding his ass! Sam
drew in a breath and stared in horror as he vaguely heard Dean telling the
Circus Master how good it felt and begging, pleading for more in what looked
like the depths of passion. Then as he watched, the Master looked up directly
at Sam and grinned.
Sam’s mouth opened even further. Then, tears spilled from his eyes and he
suppressed a sob as he turned and ran back to the trailer. As soon as he’d
collapsed on the bed he couldn’t hold it in any longer. His face in the pillow,
hands gripping the sheets, all the emotions vomited up in an intense wail from
the bottom of his gut. He sent a series of punches and shouts into the mattress
until his arms and voice wore out. Gasping for breath, he turned and curled up,
his arms around his head as he shook and sobbed quietly. No wonder his brother
was so late every day. He just couldn’t get enough of being fucked by that man.
A big, grown man with a real dick and hair and… and...the Circus Master! How
could he have ever thought that Dean felt about him the way he felt about Dean?
Did he even care at all? He buried his face into the pillow again and cried out
until there was no breath left. The sobs gradually quieted as his exhaustion
took over. His body sank into the bed like lead and his shallow breathing
gradually deepened as he fell into sleep.
He was briefly awakened by Dean unbuckling and pulling off his jeans for him an
hour later. As he crawled into the sheets still half asleep, he vaguely heard
Dean telling him that he had to go out again, and to not leave the camper while
he was away. In his mind he was begging Dean not to go. Grabbing at his waist
and pleading with him. But his mouth wouldn’t move, and nor would his arms.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Dean almost ran to Grange’s trailer despite being exhausted from the long day
and sleepless night. He desperately needed to go on another hunt. It was the
one thing that kept him going despite the self-loathing he felt every time the
Master had his way with him, the nightmares that wouldn’t let him sleep, the
constant pain with no relief. He wanted to bury himself in the warmth that was
Sam, his only comfort, the only thing that kept him going, but he had to keep
himself away. Keep the evil away from Sam. Hunting monsters gave him
satisfaction and sense of well-being he had not had in years, like he was doing
something good. Maybe somehow killing evil could save him - free him - from the
evil within. Grange had been tracking something in town since they got here.
Maybe he had figured it out by now.
When he opened the door to Grange’s trailer, Grange was sitting with his back
to the door in the middle of his room, an open closet with a wall full of maps
and pictures and notes in front of him.
“Grange?” he called.
“Mmm hmm.”
”How’s it going?”
“I think we’ve found ourselves a shapeshifter, ” Grange answered distractedly.
“Great! Silver to the heart, right? Let’s go kill it!” His mind filled with the
vision of burying his knife in a monster’s heart and all exhaustion, pain and
worry vanished.
Grange sighed as he turned around to look at him.
“Dean, why don’t you stay out of this one. You are growing into a damn good
hunter and I’m really, truly proud of you, but this is not what I had planned
when I started training you. All I wanted to do was help you protect yourself
and Sam here, at the circus. Every time I take you on a hunt, I worry that
something might happen. You act rashly without care for yourself. You might get
hurt, or killed, and then where would Sam be? I can’t protect you while I’m
trying to hunt a monster. And shapeshifters are really quick and strong.”
“OK, OK. I promise to be careful,” Dean cut in. “I don’t have to get close. I
can use a gun. You’ve taught me well enough, right?” He pulled a chair over and
sat down. “Look, we’ve talked before of how this constant moving around the
country makes us an easy target and I can’t just wait for the monsters to come
here and risk danger to Sam again. Plus, you need me. Hunting is so much more
dangerous on your own. And Grange,” he drew a deep breath, “I need this. My
life sucks, man. I need to feel like I’m doing something good - helping
people.”
He waited as Grange sat with his head bowed for what seemed like five minutes.
Finally, Grange got up wearily. “Alright, I’ll take you. But be careful OK? And
do exactly what I say. I think the shifter’s in the old subway tunnels. We’ve
got to go tonight before someone else is hurt.”
He bounded up. “OK! let’s go then!”
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“Hey Sam! Know where your brother is? He wasn’t at any of his chores this
morning.”
Sam had just sat down to breakfast when an annoyed looking clown by the name of
Ben came over to his seat. “No, Sir. He didn’t come back last night.” As he
watched Ben walk off with his breakfast muttering something about lazy
shitheads, the memory of what he saw last night flooded back. His appetite
gone, he quickly swallowed the mouthful and went to find Grange.
Grange, though, was nowhere to be seen either. He wasn’t in his trailer and he
wasn’t at the practice area. Maybe he had gone to get supplies and taken Dean
with him. He decided to start on his training while he waited. He did some
stretches, push-ups and finger weight training, then did some laps around the
circus camp before taking up some knives for throwing practice.
After a few rounds, he turned at the crunch of gravel, expecting to see Grange
at last. Instead he saw the Circus Master. Sam thought he looked like a Mexican
highway robber in a Western, a hard face under black curly hair and beard,
brown suede hat, sharp white shirt and a belt with a huge golden buckle on his
black jeans.
“Hiya Sammy, I see you’re improving on your knife throwing. You wouldn’t happen
to know where your brother is, do ya?” The Master’s fingers casually gripped
his belt as he towered over Sam somehow, even though Sam was as tall as him
now.
“No sir. I haven’t seen him since last night.” Sam boldly looked the big man
right in the eye as he quaked inside.
Master barked a laugh. “I guess you saw a good bit of him then.”
His face burned and he heard a whistling like a teakettle gradually growing in
his head. “Maybe he left because he found someone else.”
“Oh no. He’ll come back... if he’s not dead, that is. I’m not worried about
that.” The Master grinned.
The whistling in his head grew so high he thought his head would explode like
one of those cartoons. He couldn’t even hear what the Master was saying until
the man gripped his shoulder and looked directly into his eyes as he ordered,
“Sam, under no circumstances must you go looking for them. It could be
dangerous, and you need to stay safe.”
Sam swallowed at the intensity that seemed to almost compel him. “Yes, sir,” he
answered in a strangled whisper.
The Master patted him on the head. “That’s a good boy.”
As soon as the Circus Master was out of sight, he turned and ran to Grange’s
trailer. Like hell, he was going to stay put. He’d show the Circus Master that
he was not a little boy anymore. He would find Dean and Grange all by himself.
But first, he had to find out more.
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