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It had been two weeks since Sam– all of Sam– had been freed from Lucifer’s cage. While Dean was glad to have his brother back, this new version of Sam took some
getting used to. He didn’t do anything on his own. He had to be told to eat, to sleep, to get out of bed. Dean wasn’t sure just how far Sam’s obedience compulsion would go until one
night when Cas, Dean and Sam went to a bar. Dean was hustling pool and had left Cas in charge of Sam.
“You uh want a drink?” Cas asked awkwardly.
“Should I have a drink?” Sam asked quietly.
Cas nodded. “Just one though.”
He flagged the bartender down and said. “He and I will have two gin and tonics. That’s one gin and tonic for each of us. And Gin and Tonic in the same glass.”
The bartender, girl in her late twenties wearing a leather vest and a push-up bra nodded and began fixing the drinks. She wedged a lime on each of the rims and slid
the drinks over to Sam and Cas. But she stopped when she looked at Sam’s hands.
“Such big hands,” she said, taking one in hers and showing him how small her hand is next to his. “Soft, too.”
“Hey, now,” said Cas, confused about what was happening but knowing Dean would somehow want him to stop it.
The bartender traced Sam’s life-line and then slid a finger from his thumb to his fore-finger. “I always wondered if it were true what they say about the distance
between a man’s thumb and his fore-finger. If so, you must have a big dick, am I right?”
“This line of questioning is uncalled for,” Cas said, still confused.
“I guess, I don’t know. Lucifer said it was,” Sam said softly.
“I’d love to see it,” the bartender said with a predatory smile.
Sam inhaled and stood up. Without a word he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. He’d just gotten his underpants below his hips when Cas grabbed
him and began pulling Sam’s clothes back up.
“He will be doing nothing of the kind,” Cas said. “Dean’s going to kill me.”
“Why?” Sam asked.
“Sam, you gotta use your head here. You don’t have to do what other people want you to do.”
Sam shook his head. “That’s not true though. When I was in the cage–”
“You’re not in the cage anymore. Lucifer is gone. His rules don’t apply. Look, just sit right here. Don’t drink anything. Don’t talk to anyone. I have to go talk to Dean.”
Sam sat down and now the pretty bartender didn’t even look at him.
“Let’s get you some shots,” said a guy in a cowboy hat, grabbing the stool next to Sam.
Almost miraculously, six shots appeared in front of him. The man gave him three.
Sam turned to see Cas and Dean arguing at the pool table
“I’m not supposed to drink anything.”
“Nonsense, drink up now!”
Sam nodded and drank each shot one after the next.
“You got a pretty mouth,” the man said, dragging his wet thumb over Sam’s lips. “Why don’t you show me what it can do?”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked.
The man laughed. “My God, you’re adorable. I want your pretty mouth around my big fat cock.”
“Here?” Sam asked.
The man smiled. “I like your eagerness, but no. Let’s go outside.”
“I’m supposed to stay here.”
“And I say you need to come with me outside.”
Dean took a break from yelling at Cas about how vulnerable Sam was right now and glanced over to where Sam should have been sitting. When he saw the stool empty,
he grabbed Cas and went outside. They looked around the parking lot and saw nothing amiss. A few cars, a people walking to and from them. Then Dean saw
someone wearing a cowboy hat standing behind a Dumpster with his head back and his mouth open wide. As they got nearer they heard the man’s guteral moans.
“No one’s ever been able to take all of me,” the man said. “You’re a fucking dream; born to take cock,” the man moaned.
Dean pulled Sam off the man with a pop. He punched the guy in the cowboy hat. “Kid obviously doesn’t know up from down right now. Total fucking creep taking
advantage of him.”
Cas brushed Sam’s hair away from his face and straightened out his button-down. “You okay?’
“I wasn’t hurt,” Sam said, shrugging.
Dean looked at Sam. “You need help, Sam. You need some kind of doctor.”
“If you think so.”
“Let me show you why, okay?” Dean said.
Sam nodded.
“Sam, pull your pants down and masturbate for me,” Dean said. Cas looked at him scandalized.
Sam nodded and began pulling down his pants.
“Okay, Sam stop,” Dean said.
Sam stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong, Sam, is you were going to jerk yourself off in front of your brother and your best friend, no questions asked. Is that something you want to do?”
“I don’t think about what I want any more,” Sam said.
Dean and Cas looked at him as if he were a puppy with big sad eyes full of conjunctivitis.
“That’s the problem. You don’t have to do things just because other people want you to. You need to think about what you want.”
“Dean, I’m fine, but if you want me to see someone, I will.”
Dr. Richard Walker didn’t consider himself a bad man. He considered himself a normal guy with faults. He had never taken advantage of a child and never even
wanted to, but the 26-year old boy- technically an adult but so intoxicatingly childlike- sitting beside him on the couch with dark sad eyes and an unparalleled willingness to obey presented him with an unique opportunity.
Walker believed he could help the boy and help himself along the way.
“Hey, Sam, I was thinking. Would you be up to try a little exercise?”
Sam narrowed his eyes. “Exercise?”
“I think it might help.”
“Okay,” Sam said vaguely.
“Now, my methods are a little unorthodox, but if you stick with me on this, I think it could benefit you greatly.”
Sam nodded, his bangs fell into his big eyes.
“I’m going to ask you to do things and all you have to do is, if you don’t want to do them, you just have to tell me no or tell me to stop.”
Sam bit his lip and looked directly into Walker’s eyes, making it clear that he knew exactly the kinds of things he was going to be asked to do.
Walker opened his legs. “Stay on the couch, get on all fours and feel me,” he said pointing to his crotch.
Sam inhaled and got on his hands and knees and crawled a couple steps to Walker’s lap. He brought his hand to Walker and started massaging his hard-on through his pants.
Walker groaned. “You want to do this, Sam?”
Sam nodded. Even though he didn't.
“Feel that? Feel how hard you make me? You’re really a very beautiful boy, Sam.”
Sam seemed to ignore him and kept massaging Walker’s dick through his pants.
“Now unzip my pants and take out my cock and play with it some more.
Sam did this easily without fear or hesitation.
“How does it feel?”
“Good,” Sam said in a childish voice. Sam didn't want to be here with the doctor anymore.
“Remember, you need to tell me no or to stop if you ever don’t want to do something.”
“I always want to do it,” Sam returned in the same childish voice. When someone, anyone, wanted to do sexual things to him, Sam had to accommodate them. That was the rule. Sam had to make it good for them.
“That’s your body, Sam, but what does your mind say?”
Sam faltered, just a little bit. Walker could see it when the boy looked up at him briefly before looking back down at his cock. "I, I don't know."
“Why don’t you give it a little taste?” Walker said, relaxing his arms along the back of the couch as Sam bent down to kiss and lick his cock. “Tell me no, Sam, if you don’t want to do this, just tell me no,” Walker moaned, carding his fingers through the boy’s painfully soft hair.
“Now put my cock in your mouth, Sam and give me a nice blowjob.”
The boy didn’t hesitate, he took Walker’s entire length into his throat without issue. Walker grabbed Sam’s hair and canted his hips against the boy’s mouth. “Oh you're good, a top-shelf cockslut, aren't you?”
Sam nodded and kept sucking and licking.
“Okay, ease off me now. Get on the floor, between my legs, look up at me when you suck me off. I want to see those big sad eyes of yours.”
Sam did as directed and Walker knew he wouldn’t last long. “Do you like this Sam?”
“I like it,” Sam said like a zombie child before going back to taking his full length.
“What about your mind, Sam? What does your mind say?”
Sam stopped sucking and eased off Walker’s cock. He looked at Walker. “Doesn’t say anything,” he said, licking all along the vein before sucking the head of the cock
again. "My body is for other people's pleasure. Doesn't matter what my mind says. My body should be used to make people feel good."
Unprompted, the boy spit into his hands and started playing with Walker’s balls Walker groaned in ecstasy.
“I’m close, Sam, ease off so I can come on your face,” Walker said. Sam sat on his knees patiently waiting for Walker to come. When he did, in a torrent of grunts and groans, the boy barely blinked asropes of cum shot against his cheeks and lips and hair.
Walker caught his breath, tucked in his dick and laughed a little. “You are wonderful.”
“Come sit on my lap.”
Sam obeyed. Walker raced his finger through the cum on Sam’s face and pressed it into Sam’s mouth. Sam took it readily, licking his finger as if it were a penis. “You
really are something special,” Walker said, holding Sam as if he were a baby and feeding him cum from Sam's own face.
“Now, I want to make you feel good,” He said, undoing the buttons on Sam’s shirt until it fell open on each side revealing a broad chest full of scars. He moved to
Sam’s belt. “Tell me no, tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
“I always want it,” Sam said again.
“That’s your body, Sam. What’s your mind saying?” He unzipped the boy’s pants and pulled out his impressive cock. “You’re hard already, huh?”
“I told you I always want it.”
“This is your body, Sam,” he said, wrapping a sweaty hand around Sam’s dick. “Does your mind want this?”
Sam didn’t say anything but his eyes started to well up. Walker knew very well that Sam didn’t want any of this, but the boy’s got to learn to say no. So Walker started stroking the boy. “You’re
such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Sam said again in that childish voice that got Walker hard again.
“Does this feel good, slut?”
“Yeah,” Sam said.
“Thought so,” Walker stopped stimulating the boy and Sam whimpered. Walker had him suck two of his fingers before pulling down the boy’s pants all the way to his
ankles and fingering his hole. “Tell me to stop, tell me no, if you don’t want this.”
“I want this,” Sam said.
“What does your mind say?”
“Nothing.”
“What does it say, Sam?”
“Nothing,” Sam said, whimpering and squirming under Walker’s ministrations.
“Yes it does, Sam tell me!”
Sam unexpectedly started reaching for his own cock and stroking it. Walker was temperarily mesmerized by the boy writhing and moaning in his arms. He swatted
Sam’s hand away from his cock. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
“Sorry, master,” Sam moaned almost sleepily. God help him, he wanted to take the boy right then and there.
He circled Sam’s hole with his two wet fingers. “Tell me to stop, Sam.”
And Walker penetrated him with his two fingers and the boy moaned and shot out of Walker’s arms. “No, please, no. I don’t want to. I don’t want to.”
Walker smiled and joined the boy on the floor. He collected the now crying boy into a giant hug and kissed his cum-sticky hair. “Good boy. Good boy. You see, we stopped. It’s all over. You did so good.”
“I don’t want to, I don’t want to,” Sam cried.
“I know sweetheart,” Walker said. “We’ll try this again soon, okay? Don’t tell anyone how slutty you are for me, okay? I wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re such a cumslut.”
When Dean saw Sam come out of Walker’s office, he set down the magazine he had been thumbing through and stood. “How did it go?” Dean asked.
“Good,” Sam said with a shrug.
“You want to see him next week?”
“Sure,” Sam said.
“Sam, it’s only if you want to?”
Sam bit his lip and lowered his eyes. He looked from Walker’s office back to Dean. “I
think he’s helping.”
“Awesome!” They made an appointment for next week.
Sam was a little nervous for the next session. He knew Dr. Walker meant well but
he still felt a little gross about what they were doing. He didn’t like being called a cumslut. But it wasn't like he could tell the doctor that. He felt bad enough for saying no to the doctor in the first session. Still, Walker was really nice about it, soothing. He didn't feel his skin flaying off when he said no. He didn't feel a vice-grip on his brain. Somehow the absence of those bad things, made Sam more nervous. He wasn’t able to hide his nervousness from Dean. As they sat in the waiting room, he figited and kept biting his nails.
“You good, Sam?”
Sam nodded. “Just a little nervous.”
“They say that the best sessions are the hard ones,” Dean said helpfully and then shrugged when Sam looked at him weird. “It was on a talk show once.”
“Sam?” Said Dr. Walker standing in the threshold of his door.
Dr. Walker was sitting too close to Sam on the couch but Sam ignored it. “Are you ready to do a little more experimenting?”
Sam nodded.
“You seem a little tense,” Dr. Walker said. He reached over and started massaging Sam’s neck and shoulder muscles. “I want you to be relaxed for me. No one’s going
to hurt you here. Why don’t you tell me a little about who hurt you?”
“His name was Luke,” Sam said, because he knew he shouldn’t be talking about Lucifer to everyone. “I’d get punished if I didn’t do what he wanted.”
“Oh yeah?” Dr. Walker said, sliding his hands down Sam’s back. “How would he punish you?”
“Doctor?” Sam asked as he felt Walker’s hands undo his belt and slide under the waistband of his underpants.
“Same thing as before sweetheart, just tell me to stop if you don’t want this. Your body certainly wants me to keep going, doesn’t it?” Dr. Walker said, stoking Sam’s hard cock.
Lucifer would flay him alive when he said no to something. But obviously, he couldn’t tell the man that.
“He’d beat me up,” Sam said.
“Take your clothes off for me,” Dr. Walker said.
In a daze, Sam obeyed, kicking off his pants and unbuttoning his shirt.
“You kind of liked getting beaten up though, didn’t you?”
He didn’t but something told him that he had to agree. He nodded and tucked his chin. Dr. Walker stood up and helped Sam take off his shirt and underwear. “That’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “A little torture can be quite arousing.”
“Doctor, I–”
“Bend over the desk, now, Sam,” Dr. Walker said. ”Did this Luke fuck you even when you didn’t want it?”
“Yeah,” Sam said, feeling lost, like a small child as he bent over Walker’s desk.
“So beautiful, all laid out for me,” Dr. Walker said.
He ran his hands over Sam’s ass, circled his target with his fingertip. “Just tell me no, Sam. If you don’t want it, just say no.”
Sam couldn’t. He wanted to but the word got caught in his throat, even as he heard Walker unbuttoning and unzipping, even as he felt the doctor’s lubed up cock push into him.
When Walker thrust into him hard, Sam screamed, “No! Please stop!”
Walker covered Sam’s mouth with his hand and thrusted harder. “Oh baby, you have no idea how much I missed this!” He said.
"Please, no," Sam cried.
“Beat you up?” Walker said. “Come on now, Sam, you and I both know I was more creative than that.”
“Look how much your body wants this,” Lucifer sighed, forcing Sam’s head down so he could see his own pre-cum oozing out from under Lucifer’s ministrations. “If your body didn’t want it so much, I’d believe your objections. Oh, now push back into me,” he moaned, slapping Sam’s thigh. Sam did as he was told and as he moaned in agony, Lucifer moaned in ecstasy.
When Lucifer took what he wanted from Sam, he slapped his ass and told him to get dressed. Sam did what he was told.
Lucifer watched him intently. Sam could feel his cold eyes burn into his back.
"Sam, you know what this means, right? I have complete control over you. I can give you free will if I want to see you put up a fight or I can make you obey. And for now, I choose to make you obey, everyone and everything. You will let anybody do whatever they want with you and to you. Even if you don't want to. And if it's sex they want- and believe me beautiful boy, many, many men and women want that from you- you will do exactly what they say and you will make it seem like the only thing you want to do in your life is give them unimaginable pleasure. I want to see what trouble you get into."
"Lucifer, I'm not-" Sam tried to say but when he turned to face the devil all his objections left him. He simply nodded.
"Very nice," Lucifer said. "Now, in a few minutes you're going to walk out of here and you're going to tell Dean that therapy is going well, that you think Dr. Walker might actually help you."
Sam nodded.
"But first, you're going to walk over to me and let me kiss you and even though you don't want it, you're going to feel the most intense orgasm of your life."
Sam walked over to where Lucifer sat on the desk. Lucifer pulled Sam down to him by the collar and gave him a sloppy, wet, full-tongue kiss. Sam whimpered into his mouth. "Oh God," he moaned as he felt pleasure and pressure build. Lucifer unbuttoned Sam's jeans and pulled down his boxers so that his cock sprang into view. Sam stood before him moaning and whimpering as his cock grew harder and harder.
"That's it, good boy, give me your pleasure." Lucifer licked his lips and Sam stiffened for a half a second before letting out a long painful groan and coming in ropes between them. "The sight of you coming untouched brings back such wonderful memories...for me anyway."
Lucifer snapped his fingers and they were both clean. Sam pulled his boxers back up and buttoned his jeans.
"Now go tell Dean how much you like Dr. Walker. I'll see you at our next session."
Sam walked out and Dean looked up at him and smiled. "How did it go?" Sam smiled. "I really like Dr. Walker."