Sam was enjoying the time he was spending with Adam. The kid didn't talk to them much ever since they brought him along for the ride. He mostly stayed quiet, brooding or being the usual grumpy teen. And sure, they were bonding over thinking unusual ways to humiliate or deflate Dean's ego, but at least they were bonding. Sam looked up after digging for a beer and noticed Adam wasn't in the room with him anymore. He looked around confused.
"Adam? Adam!" Sam called out. His own big brother instincts kicked in and Sam bolted out of the room in search for his baby brother. Unfortunately for Sam, that was a big mistake. Not soon after he left the room, Adam walked back in from the sound proof bathroom. The blond haired boy looked around confused.
"Sam?"
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The caretaker watched from the video feed of Sam leaving the room. He mischievous smile formed on his face.
"Well Dean, it looks like you'll have some company." he said as he stood up and left the room. Dean's eyes followed the caretaker, watching the tall, mysterious man walk out through a wooden door and up a flight of stone stairs. Dean took this moment to try and escape. As much as his brothers annoyed him, especially now that he knew they fantasized about de-flatting his ego or humiliating him in general, he was still their big brother. He was just going to have to screw with them in return.
However, the main problem with trying to escape was that he was still sucking on his own cock. Ever time his tongue would even just slightly brush up against his member, it would send a rush through his spine. It tingled and felt so good, but it was so distracting. 'Oh man...no wonder some guys want to suck their own cock. This feels so good. NO! got to warn Sam and Adam!' Dean thought. Fortunately for him, the caretaker had unstrapped him from the table, figuring Dean would be too distracted with sucking his own cock to escape. On one hand, the caretaker was right. Even when Dean sat up, he was distracted by another orgasm. He sucked his own semen, falling back down onto the table exhausted.
'This is too much. This is insane!' Dean mentally screamed. Looking at the monitor, he could see Adam was still in the room. His youngest brother was busy examining statues, messing with them.
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"Adam!" Sam called out. He couldn't believe the kid, walking away without telling Sam where he went. Sam knew Adam was still new at the family business, but he thought they had at least taught Adam how to behave or at least act while hunting. They didn't want him to get hurt or anything. Especially Sam. He was starting to know why Dean liked being the big brother.
"Adam where are you?" Sam asked as he rounded the corner. However, the minute he did, he got a face full of gas. Backing up, Sam started to go into a coughing fit. "-cough, cough- What the-Oof!" the caretaker had easily ambushed the distracted Hunter, spraying gas in Sam's face before knocking him out with a bat. The gas was the same he had used on Dean, to get the oldest hunter horny and excited. Even at this moment he could see a tent forming in Sam's jeans. Gleefully, the caretaker started dragging Sam to the basement.
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The first thing Sam noticed when he woke up was that he couldn't move anything below his neck. Lifting up his head, Sam found himself laying naked on a table, his cock standing erect, his muscles tight with tension, and Dean was shouting for him.
Wait a minute.
"Dean?"
"MHPHM!" Dean shouted. Or, at least it seemed like Dean was. Sam saw that his brother's mouth was sealed shut with wax and that where his penis should be was nothing but a throbbing, smooth bulge. Dean was sweating bad, and he looked exhausted. How long had Dean been down here? Why hadn't they noticed it before? That was when Sam noticed the monitors, showing the room that he and Adam were in. Adam was still in the room, looking slightly worried and nervous to be alone. It was also that moment that Sam realized Dean must have been watching them.
"Dean its not-"
'Shut up and just help me!' Dean shouted mentally. However, all that vocally came out was more muffling.
That was when the caretaker came in with a syringe.