SPN: You Bring the Collar, I'll Bring the Cuffs 4
Two weeks had passed since Castiel first brought Sam home, and it had become a ritual that Sam would lay his head in Castiel’s lap as the pair read at night. Sometimes Castiel would read to Sam, translating stories and helping Sam to learn new languages, sometimes they talked, though mostly they read their separate books. Castiel found himself enjoying the company, something he’d been lacking for a long time, and began to relax further around the young human.
Which was why he was taken by surprise when, one night, he felt fingers carding through his feathers.
He jerked his head up and pulled his wing out of reach, looking down at Sam suspiciously.
“What are you doing?” He couldn’t help the low growl that escaped. An angel’s wings were extremely sensitive to touch. As a result, most never let anyone other than their partner or closest friends do so. Given his solitary lifestyle, it had been years since anyone other than Gabriel had touched the appendages. To have an attractive stranger touching his wings without permission was extremely displeasing.
“I’m sorry Master,” Sam immediately rolled off the couch and onto his knees, bowing his head. “I didn’t mean to offend you. Just, your feathers were… some of them were out of place, I just wanted to straighten them for you.”
Castiel curled his wing around and saw that Sam was right, some of the feathers had been shuffled into disarray by his position on the couch. Apparently, without his conscious permission, his wings had moved closer to Sam than he’d previously allowed them to go.
“We… I was taught how to groom them properly,” Sam continued. “I wouldn’t damage your feathers, I swear.” He looked so pitiful and apologetic that Castiel couldn’t stay angry. Instead he stretched his wings out to hang over the back of the couch, out of the boy’s reach, and handed Sam’s book back to him.
“That’s as may be,” he muttered, a shiver running through his wings. “But you will not touch my wings without my express permission. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master,” Sam still looked upset, but he climbed back onto the couch, laying his head down in Castiel’s lap again. The angel sighed, he hated seeing Sam look so dejected, and cast his mind about for something to fix this. He remembered the book they’d been reading a few nights prior and nodded to himself as he picked it up.
“Here. Let’s finish off the chapter.”
Sam perked up at that, and only nuzzled Castiel’s leg a little while they discussed Darwin’s theory of evolution.
“Why did you give me a slave?” Castiel griped at his brother a few days later.
“Because I thought it’d be funny,” Gabriel shrugged easily. They were wandering through New York, wings shading them from the sun. They were letting their slaves spend some time alone together at Gabriel’s home. “Why? Don’t you want him?”
“Yes! I mean, no! Gabriel, he keeps trying to have sex with me!” Castiel hissed. “He tried to preen my wings for me. He bends over in front of me. He stares at me, and he’s always touching me…”
“So shove it into him!” Gabriel encouraged his little brother. “If he’s willing, go for it! Getting laid will do you some good, stop you from pining over Isis all the time.”
“What… I don’t…” Castiel was momentarily thrown. “I don’t pine over Isis! She’s my friend.”
“Sure she is.”
“And anyway,” Castiel tried to steer the conversation back on course, “he’s not willing.” He felt as his wings drooped a little at the truth of it. “He’s a slave, he has to act like that. It’s an effect of the collar.”
“Wait, what?” Gabriel looked honestly confused. “What about the collar?”
“It forces the slave to have sexual desire for their master and no one else unless their master allows it,” he explained. “I can’t sleep with him because I know it’s not real. He doesn’t really want it.”
“Really? I never knew that,” Gabriel spoke quietly. They walked in silence for a while before Gabriel broke it again. “Y’know, I think you’d make a better Archangel than me sometimes. You remember what morals are.”
“You…” Castiel stopped walking, looking at his brother in growing shock. “You slept with Dean, didn’t you?”
“Not completely,” Gabriel looked evasive. “Just… got him to suck me off a few times.”
“Gabriel!”
“Look, he’s pretty!” Gabriel tried to explain his actions. “His mouth was designed for sucking, I swear! And that body… and he always got hard during it, so I thought he was enjoying it…”
“He probably was,” Castiel admitted. “But only because he has no choice in the matter.”
“Right,” Gabriel had gone moody again, and Castiel knew that he was debating with his conscience about continuing to use Dean for pleasure. He wasn’t sure which side of the argument would win, given how infrequently Gabriel actually paid attention to his conscience.
“Gabriel,” he spoke softly. “I’m looking for a way to override the sexual suggestion part of the collar. If I find out how to do it, I could show you. Then you could seduce Dean properly. Given your record, I’m fairly sure you could manage to make him want to be in your bed.”
“Thanks Fluffy,” Gabriel offered him a small smile, and Castiel was willing to let the degrading nickname slide for now. It was all part of being a little brother, he guessed.
Castiel was dreaming.
He was laying on his back, in a forest somewhere, his wings stretched along the ground. A sudden surge of pleasure made his fingers curl into the loamy dirt. His eyes opened to stare up at the sky above. There was someone settled between his legs, someone tall with soft hair and gentle hands. His mind was refusing to recognise them. One of their hands caressed Castiel’s thigh while the other stroked along his rapidly hardening cock.
“Mmm,” he hummed in contentment as he moved his hips, bucking a little into the hand. His breath started coming faster as he felt kittenish licks along his hard flesh. When he felt lips fasten around the head of his cock and start to suckle, he moved a hand down to run his fingers through that soft hair.
Castiel groaned as he felt himself start to come out of the dream, not particularly wanting to leave it. A moment passed before he realised that he could still feel someone giving him a tentative blowjob.
Instinct took over at having someone he didn’t know in his bed, and Castiel made good use of his super-human strength to kick his assailant away from himself. He leapt off the bed and landed on the stranger, calling his blade to him as he wrapped a hand around the stranger’s throat.
“Master!” the man under him croaked.
He froze at the whimper, his sleep-addled brain finally kicking into gear. Staring back into Sam’s frightened gaze, he forced his grip on the slave’s throat to relax a little.
“Samuel… When did I give you permission to do that?”
“I… I’m sorry, Master,” Sam whimpered. “I just wanted to please you, I didn’t mean to make you angry, I swear!”
“And who told you that would make me happy?”
“I was talking to Dean,” Sam looked miserable at the thought of betraying his brother, but Castiel knew the collar’s influence was too great for him to ignore. “I told him that I hadn’t been allowed to give you pleasure, and he told me what he was doing for Gabriel. I thought that… if I did the same for you, you might want me…”
Castiel sighed and closed his eyes. He’d known that Sam would be feeling increasingly frustrated, but he still didn’t want to take advantage of the human. He was determined that he would do right by his slave and find a way to return his God-given free will.
Then he felt Sam arching up to press their bodies together. As if made for one another, their hips slotted together, rubbing their erections against each other. Castiel bowed into the caress, and felt his frayed control starting to snap.
“I know what it’s like to be used, Master,” Sam pulled Castiel down so he could press his mouth against Castiel’s neck. “My old master. He used to… at parties. He’d let anyone use me who wanted to. Gave me stuff to make sure I could keep taking it all night. Started when I was twelve.” He kept nuzzling into Castiel, keeping the pressure of their groins constant. Castiel bit down on his cheek to keep from molesting the young human underneath him. “You’re not like them. You’re not taking advantage of me. I’m old enough to know what I want, and I want this.” Sam thrust his hips up into Castiel’s again, making the angel shiver with his own desire. “I want you, Master.”
That was Castiel’s undoing. The way Sam ghosted the word ‘master’ across his lips was too much for Castiel. The thread of sanity the angel had been gripping to so tight finally snapped.
“You want this so much?” Castiel growled and pushed back against Sam, forcing him onto the floor. “Fine. You’ll get it.” He forcefully rolled Sam onto his stomach. Then, kneeling between his legs, he pulled him up onto all fours. Castiel lost all thought of calming himself down as he watched Sam spread his legs further and arch into Castiel’s touch. Running a hand down Sam’s side, he squeezed the backside in front of him before spreading the cheeks and rubbing his thumb against Sam’s puckered entrance.
There was a hiss from Sam, as the human pressed back in an attempt to get more contact. Castiel grunted and shoved his middle finger in.
At that, Sam cried out in surprise and pain. Castiel instantly felt as though he’d been doused in cold water. He tore himself away from the human and wound up crouched on the other side of the room, wings wrapped tightly around himself so that he could no longer be tempted. He realised that he was shaking, and hated himself for what he’d almost done. Castiel was so cocooned in his own feathers that he couldn’t see Sam at all, and pressed his back against the wall as much as he could without breaking it.
“Ma… master?” Sam’s voice shook, which caused a fresh wave of self-loathing to wash over Castiel.
“…Go to your room,” Castiel spoke in a low, commanding voice. “Don’t come in here again.”
He heard his slave get up and leave, knew that Sam would be confused and probably hurt about this, but he couldn’t look up. He couldn’t let himself do that to Sam, not when Castiel couldn’t tell for sure whether it was Sam’s desire or the collar’s influence.
Castiel curled into a tighter ball and dug his fingers into his palms, focusing on the pain to get him through the night.
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