Dean sat thoughtfully watching his little brother deepen into his research and decided Sam needed a break.

He thought of a way he could have a little fun, and knew Sam got off on being tickled as he had pulled the trick on him before.

Coming to lean over Sam Dean grinned over his shoulder as he teased his fingers up and down Sam's ticklish sides, feeling them heave with silent laughter.

Recognizing the taunt when he knew one, Sam moaned not wanting to divert his attention from the hunt right now, but wasn't in the mood for playing.

This is why Dean needed to bring him out of it, as he again just lightly brushed Sammy's sides teasingly to distract him.

Getting Sam's attention, he got him up out of the chair, and sat on the bed.

"C'mere baby boy."

Sam having no choice but to respond, he groaned making his way towards Dean's lap.

Dean stopped him from being on his lap, and instead pulled Sam to stand between his knees.

Bracing himself he put his hands on Dean's shoulders.

Maintaining eye contact, he reached down with one finger and very slowly dragged it up Sammy's side, and back down feeling him shudder.

Gently sliding Sammy's shirt upwards, and over his head, he then began pulling Sam's pants down making him now naked.

Hearing Sammy's whine he pressed a little harder with the finger brushing his ticklish tummy whispering, "Sshh you like that? Let's see how long you can take it."

"Spread those arms out for me to either side Sammy yeah just like that."

With two delicately teasing fingers keeping his eyes locked on Sammy's, he danced his fingers up, up, until he reached the hollows of his armpits.

Very gently he circled and teased watching with a smirk as Sam desperately struggled to control his movement and sound.

Sam knew that if he broke Dean's rules even if he could not help it, Dean would restrain him and give him a full slow erotic tickle torture session.

"Sssssshhhh baby boy not a sound how long can you take this? Huh? Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie cootchie coo."

It gave Dean a thrill to see when Sammy's eyes were fluttering with pleasure and laughter unable to control himself begging and pleading silently with laughter.

Dean pulled him closer to straddle his thighs so he knelt on the bed slightly so he would have nowhere to go, forced to take it.

Feeling Sam's head near his shoulder, he held complete control over him.

He moved slow, lightly trailing his fingers over the backs of Sam's arms, and his spine up and down.

Sam gasped and panted begging for it to end, but also pleading for him to keep teasing and torturing his soft skin.

"That's it baby boy take it just take it, you know you wanna laugh let it out cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie coo tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."

Dragging his fingers back to Sammy's armpits he just brushed the pads of his fingers inside the hollows watching Sam's mouth fall open and gasp.

"Yeah baby boy show me how it feels come on."

"I know baby god you're so hard poor baby you just want to laugh you should let it out, though I will punish you with more tickling for it."

He just sat there watching Sammy as he stroked and teased those underarms just brushing the pads the very tips in circles slowly taking him apart.

Sammy tried to put his arms down in an effort to protect himself from the soft touch, but Dean shook his head saying, "Uh uh Sammy keep em up or you get punished."

His young body shook with silent giggles as Dean kept his finger contact very ghostly and slow dragging it out.

"I-I-I cccan'tt i-it t-t-tickles."

"Yes you can baby boy you can take it I know you can."

Pulling Sam closely into him he whispered, "I'm gonna hold you just like this against me, help you take it."

Dean playfully danced his fingers across Sammy's tummy.

"Noooooo no no no no."

"Oh yes! Are you kidding Sammy boy? We're just beginning you're already beggin for it."

Suddenly Dean smirked as he reached around to Sammy's ass and began wiggling his fingers there.

Sam moaned as Dean gave him a light spank on the ass.

Dean trailed his fingers lightly up to Sam's spine, and just brushed his fingers slowly up to the back of his neck and down to the lower back making Sam shudder.

He hit the spots where he knew Sam could not protect himself.

Gliding one finger up towards the back shoulder blades, he teased there in slow taunting circles whispering, "Tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie coo."

Then he slipped the finger slowly into his underarm just brushing it with the pad of the finger over and over back and forth watching Sammy squeeze his eyes shut.

Gently taking hold of Sammy's arm he said, "Put your arms around my neck yeah there ya go now hold tight don't make me have to tie you up."

Dean used a couple of soft pads of his fingers in both underarms just lightly moving from side to side and around and around swirling in a slow teasing motion.

He moved his fingers slowly up and down and around Sammy's belly just barely stroking his quivering sides.

Sam was aware that Dean knew light touching everywhere on his writhing body would cause him unbearable pleasure, but falling just short of outright tickling.

Each of Dean's fingers touched areas that were both erogenous and extreme tickle zones for him.

Again Dean began touching his upper and lower back with running teasing pads on his fingertips back and forth, up and down as Sam arched his back and shrieked.

Dean did not show signs of letting up. He lightly tickled Sam's shoulders, down his sides, and just down enough to reach the crack of his ass and back up.

Sam gasped trying to avoid the laughter threatening to escape, "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."

Once again Dean just brushed by his underarms using the pads of his fingers softly making Sam wriggle and try to escape the teasing touch.

"Ssssshh take it just take it baby boy come on laugh you know you want to cootchie cootchie cootchie coo tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."

"Does this tickle Sammy? Hmmm can't take it? I think you can come on tell me how much it tickles."

Sam almost began to stomp his feet in ticklish agony pleading with him to stop in between his struggling silent laughter.

Sliding his fingers downward, he teased down his spine, down to his ass and began gently wiggling his fingers mercilessly there.

Dean felt Sam leaning his face forward against his shoulder helplessly trying to prevent his laughter from escaping but Dean made it impossible.

"Yeah tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle boy cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie coo tickle tickle."

"Remember those times I would have you bouncing on my cock facing me so I could see your face as I went faster and faster and then slower to drive you crazy?"

"Or how about those times I tied your hands to the bedpost, and teased and tickled those sweet nipples for three hours and made you sweat it out and beg for me?"

Reaching up he slid a finger down his brother's neck, teasing the shoulder blades, saying, "How does this feel Sammy? Does it tickle?"

"Hahahahahahah c-can't ttt-take i-i-t."

"That's the point Sammy boy you're supposed to let yourself submit to me just let the tickling flow, you're helpless to stop my fingers from teasing your soft skin."

Sam felt himself almost going weak at the knees making Dean laugh at him, but keep up tickling by his upper back, neck, and armpits.

"You like that baby boy? Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie cootchie coo."

"Take it baby just take it god I remember making you wear a cock cage for the entire two days I spent tickling you making you so hard you couldn't take it."

"P-pppllleeaassee i-it t-t-tickles!"

"Beg for me Sammy beg baby come on aahhh what a ticklish little baby laugh for me laugh tickle tickle tickle tickle god your ampits are so ticklish."

Sam tried not to laugh as he felt Dean's finger just brush down his exposed armpit, and down the other.

"Aaaawww what's the matter Sammy? I'm barely even touching you why are you laughing does it tickle?"

Dragging his fingers teasing his brother's sides keeping his eyes locked on Sam's, he said, "I remember dad used to tie you to a chair and tickle you as punishment.

"I wanted to keep tickling you so slowly, tease it out and keep tickling you until you passed out, I videotaped dad tickling you for like three hours, man.

That wicked grin on his face getting off on you helplessly laughing, us laughing at you for being so ticklish, we could go on all day all night, and the next day.

"We would hold you naked in between us so open and exposed, on the couch make you watch yourself being tickled while tickling you making you beg to come."

"I remember challenging you with me laying on the bed at the motel naked, with your back facing me lying on top of me, riding my cock, with me tickling you."

Sammy shivered in his arms at his teasing words making Dean smirk, as he whispered in his ear, "Take it just take it cootchie cootchie coo tickle tickle tickle.

"Beg Sammy boy beg come on I know you want to you're so hard I know it tickles so bad you wanna beg don't you?"

Seeing tears of uncontrollable laughter in Sammy's eyes he tried to hide Dean laughed at him continuing to whisper tickly words in his ear taunting him.

"You beg though you become my naked ticklish slave, I tickle you whenever and however and for how long I see fit from now on, record it send it to dad."

Sam moaned and gasped bringing a wicked smirk of lust to Dean's face.

Teasing light circling strokes up and down the middle of Sammy's spine, tracing the same spot under his neck, he slowly broke him down.

"Come on come on Sammy give it up for me you know you wanna beg because it tickles so much I know you love being tickle tortured don't ya yyeeaahh.

"Nothing you can do can't get away being held and mercilessly tickled begging so pretty but I know you love it god could do this to you forever tease you like this."

Sam leaned his face into Dean's shoulder when Dean approached his ticklish shoulder blades down his sensitive spine shuddering.

"Awww yeah there's the spot cootchie cootchie coo on the spine Sammy take it take it. Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."

Sam gasped as he felt a finger slowly gliding down his back, starting the base of his neck, down to his backbone.

"Wish I could get a mirror or a video tape so you can watch yourself like this so open naked, exposed, and ticklish for a whole day and night just mine to tickle torture."

Dean watched Sam shiver arching as the finger slid down leaving a tingly feeling.

Not stopping his finger, Dean moved it gently teasingly up and down the whole length of Sammy's spine.

"Aahahaha stooopp."

"But you like it," Dean teased mockingly.

He moved his hands slightly in front of Sammy's hipbones drawing small circles.

Sam tilted his head back making Dean grin at his helplessness.

"I know you like it tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."

Dean followed two single fingers up, on each side of his tummy, Sam giggling as his fingers lightly bumped on his abs, teasing the skin.

Slowly he added the rest of his fingers to gently skitter his nails between at the center of his tummy.

He moved his hands up, gliding them to his ribcage then up to quickly wiggle his fingertips softly in his underarms.

The touches were so slow, teasing, intimate giving Sam goosebumps.

"I remember we started tickling you when you were like twelve, started off slowly dad just holding you in his arms for a few minutes your back to his chest naked

A few minutes, was what about five minutes then grew to ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, to a half hour, to fourty-five minutes, fifty minutes, to an hour.

I would break out the video camera and then dad broke out the ropes and cuffs, restrained you for an hour, increasing every day until it became two then three,

Dad loved the way your cock leaked cum uncontrollably turned on, the way you sweat, pleaded, and begged but he ignored your begging,

I remember you loved being tickle tortured as a kid, could keep going for hours, bring you right to the edge and back again.

You would so desperately be clinging to the headboard of the bed, dad video taping, timing me tickle torturing you seeing how long you could take it until you let go.

And if you let go you were punished with restraints and more tickle torture until you passed out, and woke up again all hard and ready to laugh and beg for us again."

Dean made a few light teasing circles in Sammy's armpit with the soft pad of his fingertip watching Sammy's face with a smirk as his mouth fell open.

Suddenly changing positions, Dean slid his fingers capably around the base of Sam's dick, and propped it up.

He felt Dean give his cock a slight pump and felt his toes curl as he stroked him slow, wet, and teasing.

Dean switched his grip using light feather touches to his balls, as cum began to leak out.

"Dean. . . . "

"Yeah you like that baby boy? You want more?"

His fingers were solid and merciless with teasing his grip gently stroking pulling him through a round of aching and dripping but never actually letting him cum.

With the other hand Dean tickle tortured his stomach very close to his cock it was agonizing.

"Ooooooh"

"Tell me to stop."

Sam panted making Dean draw it back even more.

"More D more!"

"More of what Sammy baby use your words?"

"M-more t-tickling."

"Yeah? More tickle torture? Knew you loved it you live for this, don't you baby? Being tickled by your daddy and big brother 24 hours a day being our tickle slave."

Knowing he was forcing Sam to tell him while being slowly tickled apart, and the sexual contact knowing it was torture was amusing to him, watching Sam struggle.

"Wish I had some cuffs or somethin tie your hands above your head, so I can get at those sensitive pits for hours but it's fun watching you try to control yourself."

Sam's sides were aching from laughter but Dean ignored his please of mercy enjoying torturing him.

Dean loved being merciless when it came to tickle torturing Sam growing up, he would make him pass out, or draw it back as many times as he chose to.

John loved getting off watching his eldest mercilessly torture the boy especially once he saw Sam was getting off on tickling, watching his son helpless was amusing.

Their father, a lot of the time also told Dean where to tickle Sam and for how long to deny the boy his orgasm each time, making Sam take it and videotaping it.

Dean and John loved the endurance tickling, moments seeing how long Sam could take it.

When Sam was around twelve, starting on long drives they would always make sure Sam was naked in the back seat ready for rounds of non stop tickling.

One of them would always sit with him on their lap just tickling him as slowly and gently as they could as they had the time to draw it out.

After a long difficult hunt, to amuse themselves, to relax, they would come back strip Sam, tie him up and give him a full thorough body worship tickle torture until dawn.

Most of the time when tickling, one would tickle, the other especially Dean would verbally tease and taunt with "Tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie coo."

They even took him to tickling nightclubs, the mistress there had different places to tie up and tickle someone as well as toys to use for as long as you chose.

Sam would be gagged with duct tape sometimes so he wasn't too loud.

Sometimes John would be the torturer while Dean smoothed the sweaty hair, while whispering in his ear how much it must tickle what a good slave he was being.

Dean's hand slowly pumped Sam's cock giving a light squeeze, thumb teasing swiping at the head, smearing the cum.

His thumb moved to the underside, slowly dragging his fingertip just teasing.

Grinning he quickened the pace, and then slowed again.

He pressed lightly against his balls and rubbed.

Dean continued to alternate without warning, and gave Sam a light spank on the ass making Sam moan.

"You like that my kinky baby?"

He swatted Sam again his palm making a sharp crack sound.

Gently he taps Sam's hole enjoying the surprised gasp before bringing his whole hand down on the tight pucker.

Dean reluctantly resists the urge to reach under and slide a finger over the head of Sam's cock and tease him for a good long while and make him whine with need.

Taking three fingers he spanks Sam's hole again and Sam's trying so well not to move, his hole becoming red and Dean brushes a finger around making Sam sob.

Sliding up he lightly again tickled Sammy's back relentlessly, with soft feather like touches whispering, "Tell me to stop."

Dean wraps his hand around the base of his cock slowly jerking him off.

His thumb runs over the flared, leaking head.

He let his fingers feel every inch of Sam's hot pulsing cock while tickle torturing him softly with his other hand.

Dean stroked him the way he learned Sam liked before backing off again.

Suddenly he said, "C'mere baby boy."

He pulled the naked boy so he was lying between his thighs, his sweaty back pressed against Dean's chest, with Dean's leg over his and arm around so he couldn't escape.

Dean reached around slowly stroking his cock thumb swiping the head smearing precum down before repeating the motion.

Taking his time was torturing Sammy which made Dean smirk.

He enjoyed keeping Sam on the edge, needy, his cock leaking uncontrollably.

"God so wet baby," tickling his side, "So hot and wet for me."

"De!"

Dean strokes him a bit faster, enjoying Sammy's desperate thrusts before cupping his palm over the head so Sam could not release.

He slides his hand down teasing over Sammy's balls just brushing the sac and teasing the cockhead making Sam sweat it out and beg.

Whispering in his ear, "You know I remember times dad and I came into the bathroom while you were taking a bath or a shower, dad would tickle your legs and feet.

He would soap you up real good tell me to hold your arms up, and he so slowly circles your armpits just like this just a tease."

Dean brushed a finger ever so lightly under his arm making Sam moan and giggle helplessly.

"Sometimes tying you to the shower was fun, rope nice and thick so you couldn't escape, had to take it."

"Remember those times in the rocking chair you were naked, dad holding you in his lap, and I used pieces of ice and teased them so slowly down your armpits, tummy.

Then dad and I would switch sides after an hour or two getting you off just like this."

Dean brushed his fingers lightly across Sammy's tummy watching him squirm grinning wickedly.

"Tickle tickle tickle tickle my boy cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie coo."

"I remember I used to hold your naked chest to me fully dressed holding you up, finger fucking you long and deep with dad on your spine tickling you."

"Oh g-god D!"

"Yeah Sammy you wanna cum for me? Cum baby boy hard!"

Sam screamed as he came all over Dean's hand and his chest, as Dean slowed his movements until Sam collapsed.