Dean sat and stroked himself lazily as he watched Sam move on the bed. He wasn't hard yet, but his cock was taking definite interest in what he was watching. He smiled at hearing Sam call for him.

"Feel good, Sammy? Damn sure looks good." He licked his lips and smiled. "Think you'll be able to sit in this chair and concentrate on reading again after I've jerked myself off in it, watching you squirm on our bed in restraints? I know I'll never be able to watch you sit there and read again. I'll get hard just thinking about this."