First chapter! I love Supernatural so much! I realize I wasn't very creative with Sam's last name, but my brain is burnt out, so... yeah.

I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters!

Chapter I : Touch My Body

Sam Heart sat on the toilet in his lover’s house, a faint sob escaping his lips. He rose, looking at his now red cheek.

“You bitch! I thought I fuckin’ told you no going out without my permission!” Jesse Black yelled, connecting his fist with the smaller boy’s jaw.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry!” Sam whimpered, shielding his face from any more hits. “I just w-wanted to g-get some groceries so I-I had s-something to make for d-d-dinner.” He said, tears slipping down his face.

“Get out of my sight you whore!” Jesse growled, pushing Sam out into the small hallway. “Go get dressed for our show you bitch!” He smirked, giving the boy another push into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Sammy? You still in there?” The same gruff voice called to the brunette.

“Y-yeah!” Sam said, opening the door quickly as not to make the other angry. He looked up at the black haired man towering over him.

“What? You’re not dressed yet?! I told you to get dressed!” Jesse thundered, slapping his large hand across the young boy’s face.

“I’m s-sorry!” Sam cried, covering his newest bruise with his small hand.

“Then go!” The taller snarled, sending Sam scurrying off to their bedroom.

…

Sam shut the bedroom door, covering his mouth to stifle his sobs; so the other wouldn’t come to shut him up.

He calmed himself down and walked over to the small makeup table situated in the corner of the room. Sam brushed some cover up over his cheek, blending it into his pale skin until the hand shaped mark was no longer visible.

Sam frowned as he applied some dark eyeliner on neatly. He looked at himself, pondering his makeup. After a moment of thinking, he decided he looked okay and padded over to the large walk in closet. He tugged off his casual outfit, slipping on his trophy outfit instead.

Sam looked himself over in the mirror, disgusted at his appearance. He really did look did look good; but he wanted to look good for someone he loved, not someone he was deeply terrified of.

The tight leather shorts he wore clung tightly, showing off his perfect ass and flawlessly curved hips. Under the short shorts were fishnet leggings; which slid down his smooth legs and into a pair of hot pink hightops. On his upper body lay a tight, dark purple tank with a long sleeve fishnet top slung over it.

Sam looked at himself, turning. His neon green eyes stood out nicely against his pale skin, making him smile faintly.

“I look like a hooker…” He mumbled as he looked closer.

“Sam! Come on! I ain’t got all day!” Jesse roared, slamming his fists against the wooden door.

“C-coming!” Sam called back. He opened the door, doing a little turn.

“You look like a real trophy.” Jesse said with a smirk. “Now come on. I can’t wait to flaunt you off to the guys!”

…

Sam stepped lightly out of the Ferrari he rode in, his neon eyes glinting like the club lights surrounding him. He closed the car door, flinching as Jesse wrapped his strong arm around the smaller’s shoulders.

“Here we are. The Martini Glass.” Jesse announced to the young brunette. “Come. I want to introduce you to the guys.” He said, leading the boy through the doors and up a flight of stairs, opening up to the rec room door.

…

Dean Winchester laughed loudly with a few other guys.

“Hey Ronny!” He called to a red headed man at the bar. “Get me another beer, will ya’?” he said, laughing as another man cracked a joke.

Dean wrapped his arm around the waist of a blond boy leaning against him.

Dean Winchester had always been a player, able to get anybody he wanted, male or female. He would go with one for awhile before finding another. The people he went with knew that they would be left after a night of fun, but they enjoyed the man’s company while they had it. Dean Winchester was a well known name among singles.

“Yo, Josh!” He yelled across the room, gaining the attention of the brunette. “When’s Jesse supposed to get here? I wanna’ meet this new boy he’s been bragging about for weeks!” He said.

“The kid probably doesn’t even exist!” Josh yelled over the ear throbbing music. “How would Jesse snag a 17 year old boy?! Jesse says he’s still innocent, too!” All the men laughed, joking around about Jesse Black’s, quoted from Jesse, ‘adorable sex god’.

…

“Come one.” Jesse growled, pulling Sam closer. He opened the door with a click, opening up into a large room filled with 10 or 20 men; dancing, drinking, talking loudly, and laughing over the skull cracking music.

Jesse pulled Sam close, snaking his arm tightly around the boy’s hips, making Sam flinch.

“Hey guys!” He called out, earning drunken yells of welcome from some other men. “I want you to meet Sam!” He said, practically dragging the brunette across the room to where his friends sat.

Dean looked up, his dark brown eyes locking with neon green. Dean looked Sam up and down, coming to the conclusion that the boy was gorgeous; and all the other men realized this.

Men slapped Jesse on the back, congratulating him on his newest catch. Dean looked back to the boy, noticing how uncomfortable he looked with people poking and prodding him.

Dean couldn’t help but look the boy up and down one more time; hypnotized by the his perfectly curved hips, slender legs, and those eyes.

I must have died and gone to Heaven.

Dean’s eyes locked again with those of neon. The boy sent Dean a shy smile. Dean gave the brunette his most breathtaking smile, earning a blush from the boy.

“Okay boys!” Jesse laughed. “Sam’s got a gig tonight, so he’s gonna’ go!” He said. “Say bye.” He snarled into the boy’s ear so no on else would hear.

“Bye.” Sam said shyly, fear flashing through his eyes.

“Go make me some money baby!” Jesse gave the boy a nudge towards the door, plopping down on the couch with a beer for himself.

All the men, who weren’t passed out or making out, yelled their drunken goodbyes to the boy. As the crowd cleared, Dean stood and followed Sam down the stairs, careful not to let the younger see him.

Sam walked along the edge of the loud and crowded room downstairs, not aware of the other following him. He approached the VIP door to the backstage. The bouncer at the front took the card Sam was holding and smiled, handing the card back and allowing the boy to enter.

Dean walked around to the front of the stage, trying to a catch a glimpse of the brunette, but the curtains were fully closed.

The current song playing changed to a slow churning melody. The two pole dancers on stage took to their poles, leaving one vacant in between them. The dancers situated microphone headsets on their heads, the remaining one dangling from the blond’s hand.

Sam stepped out from behind the curtain, receiving the remaining headset from the blond boy. He situated in on his head, taking his place at the lead pole.

He’s taking the lead pole. Dean thought. That must mean he’s the lead singer of this song.

The music started again, but louder. The dancers spun lightly on their silver poles as Sam just held his with one hand. The boy took a breath before his voice rang out in the large room, gaining the attention of the crowd.

I know that you've been waiting for it
I'm waiting too
In my imagination I'd be all up on you
I know you got that fever for me
Hundred and two
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's through the roof

If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause baby I'm up in my bidness
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I

Dean watched in amazement as the young brunette started twisting his way around the pole, his feminine voice ringing out even and beautiful.

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Boy you can put me on you
Like a brand new white tee
I'll hug your body tighter
Than my favorite jeans
I want you to caress me
Like a tropical breeze
And float away with you
In the Caribbean Sea

Dean’s eyes locked with a glint from Sam’s neck. The boy had on a black choker with a lime green charm shaped like a heart dangling off it.

It matches his eyes.

The Winchester kept his eyes on the charm; trying not to get hard from Sam’s professional twists and hip rolls. As the other two dancers sung the chorus, Dean noted the fact that the charm was slipping away from the owner’s neck.

His necklace is broken. The charm’s gonna’ fall. Dean mused rather dumbly.

The heart slipped off the choker, falling to the slick wood floor with a tiny clink. It slipped across the stage, falling in front of Dean. He quickly snatched it up.

If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause baby I'm up in my bidness
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Dean rolled the charm over in his palm.

I’ll bring it to him after this song. Dean thought. I wouldn’t miss this beautiful voice for the world.

Imma’ treat you like a teddy bear
You won't wanna go nowhere
In the lap of luxury
Baby just turn to me
You won't want for nothing boy
I will give you plenty
Touch my body

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh yeah
Touch my body...

As Sam’s voice faded with the music, he walked around the edge of the stage. All the men hooted and hollered as they slipped money into the back pocket of the boy’s shorts. Sam blew a shy kiss before he walked backstage, the crowd of horny men applauding the boy.

This is my chance!

Dean rose from to his feet, fighting his way through the crowd to the backstage door. He momentarily caught a glimpse of Jesse through the upstairs window. There was an evil smirk plastered to his face.

Dean approached the VIP door. Luckily the bouncer was too busy trying to keep a drunk man from entering the womans’ bathroom to notice him.

Why do you put a womans’ bathroom in a gay bar? Dean thought with an amused chuckle.

The Winchester opened the door quietly, careful not to alert the bouncer, and closed it with a click.

The only light that came into the room was that of the club lights on the dance floor that shined through the crack in the curtains.

Dean wandered for a moment before he spotted Sam, a larger figure speaking with him. Even with the lack of light, Dean easily spotted the fear that filled Sam’s eyes.

With no one else backstage, Dean crept closer, hiding behind a makeup table.

“How much did you get Sammy boy?”

Jesse.

Dean peeked around the edge to confirm his suspicions. Sam pulled out the wad of cash out of his back pocket with a shaky hand. Jesse jerked Sam’s wrist forward, snatching the money with a low growl.

The large man counted the money. When he was finished, he glared at Sam.

“I wanted more than this you bitch!” Jesse snarled, slapping the boy across the face with his knuckles.

Dean watched in horror as he whipped his hand around again, this time the contact was enough to make Sam cry out softly.

“Shut the hell up you whore.” Jesse growled, this time balling his fist up and slamming it into the boy’s ribs. A sickening crack sounded through the empty room. Dean flinched.

Sam fell to the ground with a whimper.

Dean felt sick watching this take place before his eyes. The brunette leaped out of his hiding place, tackling the assaulter to the ground. He straddled his waist, slamming his fist into Jesse’s face numerous times.

Sam watched in horror, uncurling from his fetal position on the floor.

“S-stop it.” He wheezed, gripping his ribs with a shaking hand. But the men continued to fight.

Jesse lifted his foot up, turning the Winchester over and onto the floor. Both men scrambled to their feet. Dean slammed his fist into the other’s knees, causing him to drop. Dean brought his own knee up, crashing it into Jesse’s face. The bulky man let out a howl, falling to his hands and knees, gripping his now bloody nose.

Sam sat on the floor, tears of fear and pain soaking his face. The eyeliner he wore dyed his tears black, blazing a trail down his pale cheeks.

Josh entered through the backstage door, laughing loudly with a few other men. He turned his head and stared in terror at the scene before him.

Jesse had his bloody nose gripped with his hands, Dean panting in front of him while Sam sat in tears on the floor.

“What the hell?!” Was all the brunette could choke out.