"Nick, follow me." Sam ordered and left the kitchen without looking at him, fully expecting that his order would be followed.

Nick hurried to catch up with him and wasn't surprised when the short journey ended in the bedroom. The bed was custom-made and a gift from Sam and Dean, the only thing in the apartment Nick hadn't bought himself. It was big enough for the three of them, even Sam could stretch out comfortably, with strong bedposts and a cross beam between the posts at the head and the end to make it easy to tie somebody, usually Nick, in various positions to the bed.

Sam and Dean had already prepared the scene. The covers lay on a chair at the side, leaving the bed with only the sheet which was now covered with a second plastic one. In the middle waited a roll of rope for Nick.

"I'm undressing you know." Sam informed him and knelt down to help him out of his shoes and socks. Methodically, piece by piece, Sam removed his clothes until Nick stood naked in the middle of the room. He shivered but not from the cold, the room was comfortable warm, and his cock twitched with new interest despite the fact that he'd already come twice this evening.

However, Sam didn't touch him beyond what was necessary to get him naked. His clothes ended neatly folded on the chair and then Sam grabbed the rope. Nick's mouth went dry and the familiar butterfly feeling of dread and anticipation spread in his stomach. He wasn't afraid, he trusted Sam and Dean and he knew they'd never do something he wasn't completely okay with, but he also knew that whatever Sam had in mind wouldn't be the easy road. Not that Nick wanted it any other way.

"On the bed, on your back." Sam ordered in a neutral tone, he almost sounded bored. But Nick caught the dark gleam in his eyes when he hurried to get in position on the bed.

The plastic beneath him felt strange but it was there for a reason he guessed. Without a warning Sam grabbed his ankles and tied them firmly together. The other end of the rope went to the crossbeam at the end of the bed.

"Give me your hands." Sam did the same with his wrists, loops of rope binding them together, before he secured them to the second crossbeam.

The bed was big enough that Nick now lay stretched out with no room to wiggle.

"Good?" Sam asked and for the first time he looked Nick in the eye.

"Yes, sir." Nick answered. His body was strung up like a bowstring but it was not uncomfortable.

"Good." Sam grinned at him and then leaned in to kiss him.

Sam's lips lingered on his and Nick craned his neck to meet him in the kiss but all too soon Sam stepped back. He gave his handiwork one last once-over before he shouted: "Dean, the table is set."

While they waited for Dean, Sam took off his clothes. Piece by piece, just like he'd done with Nick, putting up a little show for Nick, who licked his lips at every bit of skin getting revealed.

Right one cue, when Sam was down to wearing only a smug grin and a growing erection, Dean entered the room.

Nick had one look at the tray Dean set next to him on the bed and burst out laughing.

"He finds it funny, Sammy." Dean pulled his shirt over his head.

"Not for long." Sam darkly promised and reached for the bottle of chocolate sauce while Dean took the canned whipped cream. They left the ice cream for later.

"Open up." Dean shook the can and sprayed a good amount into Nick's waiting mouth. Then he took his sweet time to lick it out of Nick's mouth again.

Sam drizzled the chocolate generously over Nick's chest and started licking it off as well. Nick closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the tongue cleaning out his mouth and the other one licking the sauce from his chest, taking extra care of his nipples.

"You taste good." Dean smacked his lips and sprayed the second load in Nick's mouth. This time he piled it high enough for Nick to see the white tip of whipped cream and for good measure Sam crisscrossed lines of chocolate over the little mountain.

"Hold that for me, would you?" Dean asked and with that Nick was effectively gagged with whipped cream.

Now Dean reached for the ice cream. Using the spoon as a handle he placed a scoop on Nick's belly. Gasping from the sudden cold Nick nearly choked on the whipped cream but got his breathing under control a moment later. Dean waited until he was ready before he moved the ice cream around. The muscles of his stomach rippled and Nick screwed his eyes shut, breathing heavily through his nose.

Nick couldn't tell who was doing what anymore. The ice cream moved over his right nipple while a hot mouth sucked at the other one, then they switched places and hot became cold and cold became hot.

After an eternity of sweet torture the cold trail went down again, dipped in his navel and Nick braced himself for the cold on his cock. Which didn't came. Bypassing his cock the ice cream went down his inner thigh, all the way down to his ankles and back up the other leg. Melted ice cream pooled in the gap of his pressed together thighs, making Nick squirm in his bonds.

On its way up the ice cream did hit his balls and then slowly trailed up his cock and circled around the leaking head.

Nick arched against the rope and spurted whipped cream in short gasps, only barely holding back a scream.

The cold trail was followed by a hot tongue and then the drizzle of the chocolate sauce on Nick's cock.

"Look what a mess you made." Dean came back in view and kissed his messy mouth. The cold was gone but Sam was still licking and lapping at his cock and balls, bringing Nick closer to the edge. Mouth still full with melting whipped cream Nick made a pleading noise deep in his throat. With Sam doing what he did down there Nick wasn't going to last.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you." Dean smirked at him and then sat down on Nick's chest with his fully erected cock just inches from Nick's face. He sprayed a thick line of whipped cream on his length before he fed it to Nick. "See? You even get the nice treat."

Nick craned his neck to take as much of Dean as he could. Cupping the back of Nick's head with both hands Dean helped him and at first he let Nick do the work. The whipped cream made it a little harder to do the task, it got everywhere he didn't want it to go, up his nose for example, and he had to constantly swallow against the sweet mess pooling in the back of his throat, at least the latter worked in his favor. It didn't take long for Dean to buck his hips and to start fucking Nick's face. At this point Nick just relaxed and let Dean use his mouth.

Eyes screwed shut Nick focused on breathing and not choking on Dean and the whipped cream.

In the downstairs department Sam was back with the ice cream, torturing his cock with the cold followed by his hot mouth. Nick fought against the warmth pooling deep in his belly. He felt his balls tighten and was just one more lick of Sam's tongue from tumbling over the edge when Dean started to fuck his mouth in earnest. His cock hit the back of Nick's throat and for a second his own pleasure was forgotten in the struggle for air.

"I'm gonna …" Was all the warning Nick got before Dean came deep in his throat and Nick hollowed his cheeks, sucking him through his orgasm.

With a happy sigh Dean rolled off him and Nick breathed a little easier.

Then Sam took a scoop of ice cream in his mouth and swallowed Nick down to the root.

Nick wailed under the overwhelming sensation, helplessly trashing in his bonds and when Sam bobbed up and down his length with that mixture of hot and cold all at once, Nick couldn't hold back anymore. Chanting Sam's name he rode out his orgasm while Sam sucked melted ice cream and come right from his dick.

When Sam finally let go of his spent cock, Nick fell back in his bonds with a sob. Content in the afterglow he could forget for a moment that his shoulders started to ache and that he was sticky all over. For now he could just fall asleep like this.

"No sleeping just yet." Sam rose him and when Nick opened his eyes, Sam's face hovered above him. Then a hand wormed its way between his thighs and Sam slipped his cock in that gap.

"Wow." Sam made a surprised noise. "That's tight."

Sam fucked him between the legs, encouraged by Dean who had his hand somewhere at Sam's ass. What he was doing Nick couldn't tell but judging by the way Sam panted it involved Dean's middle finger and Sam's prostate.

What Nick was more than aware of was his spent cock trapped between their bodies, every thrust Sam made sent sparks of too much through the now oversensitive nerves.

"Please, please, ..." Nick begged but he had no idea what he was bagging for. For Sam to stop or to continue. For a rough hand to force his cock back to hardness or for this to be over. But nobody paid him attention which didn't actually help his cause. They knew what that did to him.

It didn't take long until Sam lost his rhythm, his hips bucking frantically.

Cursing under his breath Sam threw his head back and came hot and messy between Nick's legs. He collapsed on top of Nick but Dean rolled him off. Stretched out they lay at his sides and Nick breathed in relieve.

"Look at him." Dean said in awe and both of them just took in the sight in front of them for a moment. Nick still stretched out and tied to the bed and covered head to toe in a mess of whipped cream, chocolate sauce, ice cream and come.

"How do we even deserve this?" Sam wondered and reached for the rope binding Nick's wrists while Dean worked on the one around his ankles. They gently lowered his arms to his sides, massaging his limps to get the circulation going again, before they just flopped down next to him.

They rested their hands on his chest, grounding him, and Nick let out a happy sigh. Closing his eyes he drifted off to sleep.

"I'm stuck to the plastic sheet." Dean complained. Nick blinked an eye open and next to him Sam burst out laughing. "Somebody wants to join me in the shower?"

Yep, Nick thought. This is my life and I like it.

***end***

Yes, this is it. At least for now. I have one or two more ideas for this 'verse but don't hold your breath for them.