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Sam tried not to sweat in terror as Dean held a blade to the bulge in his jeans. "Beg me to do it, Sammy," Dean purred in Sam's ear. To his mortifying disgust, he felt himself grow harder as Dean pressed the blade further. "Pl- please Dean, I'm s-sorry!" Sam practically screamed. Dean smiled with demonic eyes as he glanced at Sam's growing erection. "For what, Sammy?" Dean whispered, through clenched teeth. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, as a tear rolled down his cheek. "F-for not spreading my l-legs." Dean smiled. "Will you misbehave again?"
"N-no!" Sam screamed. Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, Dean threw the knife across the room and Sam smiled as Dean pulled him in for a lips splitting kiss. They both chuckled as the clothes hit the floor. Damn, roll playing was fun.