Fic: Three lessons
Title: Three lessons (sequel to Pool table)
Author: marlene_novalis
Pairing/Characters: Sam / Castiel / Dean
Category: slash
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU!! non-con, bondage, spanking, beating into submission
Summary: Sam wants revenge for what Castiel did to him. And he gets it.
2. Three lessons
Dizziness cloaked Castiel’s brain. He wasn’t sure where he was or why. All he knew was that his head hurt. He groaned softly. He moved slightly and froze at the sound of chains rattling. And those chains were not just somewhere. They were tightly wrapped around his wrists holding him upright. If only his head wouldn’t hurt that much. He had to stand on his toes and… oh fuck, he was naked. It was cold and dark and… suddenly Castiel remembered.
Only two days ago he and Dean had played with Sam. It had been fun. They didn’t do any permanent damage to the younger man and Castiel was already looking forward to a second round. He hadn’t seen Sam until last night when they accidentally met somewhere on the streets. And then? Some angry words. Something about not coming between him and Dean. Castiel defended himself, wanted to rush off but there was a tight grip around his upper arm and then… a blow… pain… and the world went dark.
“Oh look who just woke up…” Sam’s voice was cold as ice with an undertone of honey. “So you are the one who thinks he can beat me without paying for it.”
Castiel tried to answer. The chains bit into his flesh, his arms were unnaturally stretched holding almost all of his weight. The cold crawled into his bones… and also into his heart. Fear. So this is how it feels. He couldn’t say a word. The same tape that Dean had used to put Sam to silence was now covering Castiel’s mouth. All he could do was concentrating on his breath.
“You know, Castiel, nobody beats me but Dean. Nobody.” Sam stood behind him. Castiel couldn’t see him but his voice came closer with every word. “I don’t care if he allowed it. I don’t care what you think you have with him. You…” His voice sounded almost surprised and was now only inches away from Castiel’s ear. “You really thought you mean something to him? You really think you are important? You are just a toy. And tonight you’re my toy.”
With these words Sam ripped the tape off Castiel’s mouth. But before the latter could say a single word, a threat, an apology, whatever a sudden pain overshadowed his thoughts. It was a pain he had never felt before. Sharp, breathtaking, white… And Castiel screamed. Chains rattled and Sam laughed.
“So you’re a screamer… and I haven’t even started.”
Castiel’s heart raced in his chest. He didn’t want this. He was just Dean’s students, was just studying the effects of pain, the consequences of abuse. Dean taught him that real abuse, non-consensual abuse was something Sam wanted, no matter how twisted that may sound. And Castiel had just been there to observe, to learn.
“Sam…” Castiel’s voice was shaky, his arms in terrible pain, his butt burned.
“Oh Dean told me everything. I know you’re not into men, I know you’re not into pain. I even know that you’re not into dominance. All you are is just a curious little boy who went too far.”
Just as he said the last word another blow landed on Castiel’s back. The pain was devastating. Hot and burning and no, not pleasurable. Not at all. Another scream left Castiel’s mouth. In some corner of his mind he realized that screaming helped to ease the pain. And in some corner he regretted every blow he had landed on Sam’s body. That was the first lesson of the night.
“Look Castiel...” There was a smile in Sam’s words. Castiel lifted his head. He swayed slightly. His toes got tired, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself upright much longer. But the pain in his shoulders was excruciating. There was no way they could support his whole weight. And Castiel learned his second lesson: I am helpless.
There was a cane in Sam’s hand. Not just any cane. It was THE cane. The same Castiel had used on the other man. Just a cane. Castiel had never imagined how much it hurt. How often had he beaten Sam? Ten times, twenty, thirty? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was that now, after only two blows he was ready to do anything to make Sam stop.
“Look at me Castiel…” Still Sam looked beautiful although there was a coldness in his eyes that scared Castiel to the very core. Tenderly the cane stroke over Castiel’s thighs, almost caressing the shivering flesh underneath.
“Sam… please…” The words tumbled out of his mouth, broken, almost inaudible. The touch of the cane that had by now reached his cock was unbearable. Castiel was afraid of the pain like he had never been afraid of anything else. He twisted, tried to move his hips away.
Sam just smiled, aimed at his cock and lifted the cane.
“SAM! Please! Don’t! I do anything you say but please…!!”
“Now that was fast.” That was not Sam’s voice. It was much lower. Castiel’s heart jumped. It was Dean. Dean, his dear friend, his teacher. He would rescue him, save him. He sighed with relief. Now Sam would pay. And yes, he, Castiel would make him pay. And Sam? He just smiled.
“I know…” he said. “Really thought he could bear more. What a cute little innocent boy he is…”
Before the words had reached Castiel’s brain the chains rattled again and he fell. His feet weren’t able to support the sudden change in weight and only moments later he crashed to the floor. Another pained groan and finally Dean’s words pierced his heart.
“This is the moment.” Dean whispered. “Can you see it, Sam?”
The two men now stood next to each other right in front of Castiel. But all he could see was their shoes and parts of their trousers.
“This is the one moment we’ve been waiting for ever since I started teaching Castiel.”
Castiel shifted his head and looked up to them. His throat felt constricted. There was nothing gentle or friendly in Dean’s voice. Castiel was lost for words and the pain in his body almost faded to nothing when he finally understood. He had been betrayed by his best friend, had been used, abused. Now he was nothing more than their toy… and nobody would rescue him. That was the third lesson.
“Treasure this moment, Sam. Don’t forget it. We broke Castiel. His body was ours even before this…”
“… and now his soul is, too.” said Sam.
And indeed… Castiel broke.
Author: marlene_novalis
Pairing/Characters: Sam / Castiel / Dean
Category: slash
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU!! non-con, bondage, spanking, beating into submission
Summary: Sam wants revenge for what Castiel did to him. And he gets it.
2. Three lessons
Dizziness cloaked Castiel’s brain. He wasn’t sure where he was or why. All he knew was that his head hurt. He groaned softly. He moved slightly and froze at the sound of chains rattling. And those chains were not just somewhere. They were tightly wrapped around his wrists holding him upright. If only his head wouldn’t hurt that much. He had to stand on his toes and… oh fuck, he was naked. It was cold and dark and… suddenly Castiel remembered.
Only two days ago he and Dean had played with Sam. It had been fun. They didn’t do any permanent damage to the younger man and Castiel was already looking forward to a second round. He hadn’t seen Sam until last night when they accidentally met somewhere on the streets. And then? Some angry words. Something about not coming between him and Dean. Castiel defended himself, wanted to rush off but there was a tight grip around his upper arm and then… a blow… pain… and the world went dark.
“Oh look who just woke up…” Sam’s voice was cold as ice with an undertone of honey. “So you are the one who thinks he can beat me without paying for it.”
Castiel tried to answer. The chains bit into his flesh, his arms were unnaturally stretched holding almost all of his weight. The cold crawled into his bones… and also into his heart. Fear. So this is how it feels. He couldn’t say a word. The same tape that Dean had used to put Sam to silence was now covering Castiel’s mouth. All he could do was concentrating on his breath.
“You know, Castiel, nobody beats me but Dean. Nobody.” Sam stood behind him. Castiel couldn’t see him but his voice came closer with every word. “I don’t care if he allowed it. I don’t care what you think you have with him. You…” His voice sounded almost surprised and was now only inches away from Castiel’s ear. “You really thought you mean something to him? You really think you are important? You are just a toy. And tonight you’re my toy.”
With these words Sam ripped the tape off Castiel’s mouth. But before the latter could say a single word, a threat, an apology, whatever a sudden pain overshadowed his thoughts. It was a pain he had never felt before. Sharp, breathtaking, white… And Castiel screamed. Chains rattled and Sam laughed.
“So you’re a screamer… and I haven’t even started.”
Castiel’s heart raced in his chest. He didn’t want this. He was just Dean’s students, was just studying the effects of pain, the consequences of abuse. Dean taught him that real abuse, non-consensual abuse was something Sam wanted, no matter how twisted that may sound. And Castiel had just been there to observe, to learn.
“Sam…” Castiel’s voice was shaky, his arms in terrible pain, his butt burned.
“Oh Dean told me everything. I know you’re not into men, I know you’re not into pain. I even know that you’re not into dominance. All you are is just a curious little boy who went too far.”
Just as he said the last word another blow landed on Castiel’s back. The pain was devastating. Hot and burning and no, not pleasurable. Not at all. Another scream left Castiel’s mouth. In some corner of his mind he realized that screaming helped to ease the pain. And in some corner he regretted every blow he had landed on Sam’s body. That was the first lesson of the night.
“Look Castiel...” There was a smile in Sam’s words. Castiel lifted his head. He swayed slightly. His toes got tired, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself upright much longer. But the pain in his shoulders was excruciating. There was no way they could support his whole weight. And Castiel learned his second lesson: I am helpless.
There was a cane in Sam’s hand. Not just any cane. It was THE cane. The same Castiel had used on the other man. Just a cane. Castiel had never imagined how much it hurt. How often had he beaten Sam? Ten times, twenty, thirty? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was that now, after only two blows he was ready to do anything to make Sam stop.
“Look at me Castiel…” Still Sam looked beautiful although there was a coldness in his eyes that scared Castiel to the very core. Tenderly the cane stroke over Castiel’s thighs, almost caressing the shivering flesh underneath.
“Sam… please…” The words tumbled out of his mouth, broken, almost inaudible. The touch of the cane that had by now reached his cock was unbearable. Castiel was afraid of the pain like he had never been afraid of anything else. He twisted, tried to move his hips away.
Sam just smiled, aimed at his cock and lifted the cane.
“SAM! Please! Don’t! I do anything you say but please…!!”
“Now that was fast.” That was not Sam’s voice. It was much lower. Castiel’s heart jumped. It was Dean. Dean, his dear friend, his teacher. He would rescue him, save him. He sighed with relief. Now Sam would pay. And yes, he, Castiel would make him pay. And Sam? He just smiled.
“I know…” he said. “Really thought he could bear more. What a cute little innocent boy he is…”
Before the words had reached Castiel’s brain the chains rattled again and he fell. His feet weren’t able to support the sudden change in weight and only moments later he crashed to the floor. Another pained groan and finally Dean’s words pierced his heart.
“This is the moment.” Dean whispered. “Can you see it, Sam?”
The two men now stood next to each other right in front of Castiel. But all he could see was their shoes and parts of their trousers.
“This is the one moment we’ve been waiting for ever since I started teaching Castiel.”
Castiel shifted his head and looked up to them. His throat felt constricted. There was nothing gentle or friendly in Dean’s voice. Castiel was lost for words and the pain in his body almost faded to nothing when he finally understood. He had been betrayed by his best friend, had been used, abused. Now he was nothing more than their toy… and nobody would rescue him. That was the third lesson.
“Treasure this moment, Sam. Don’t forget it. We broke Castiel. His body was ours even before this…”
“… and now his soul is, too.” said Sam.
And indeed… Castiel broke.