"This
is the very ecstasy of love
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings.
-- Hamlet, Act II scene i
~
Dean is so hard he could cut glass. Has been since Samandriel
turned around and bent over, right in between Deans spread
knees, to push down his pants. Deans slouched down pretty
far on the couch, so the position means that Samandriels
ass is wriggling right in Deans face as he does it too,
revealing right before Deans eyes satin red
panties, trimmed with lace, to match red and white striped
thigh-high
stockings, topped with
red bows. And as Samandriel bends over, all the way, so does
Deans cock rise, as the movement exposes the dark patch of
wet where lube has leaked out of Samandriels already
stretched hole, its cherry scent suddenly sharp in the air.
Perfection.
Before Samandriel can straighten up again, Dean grabs the
kids rear, spreading it in his palms to examine the wet
satin. His thumbs trace under the edges of lace, tugging and
teasing, until finally he hooks the material to the side,
exposing Samandriels hole. Slick, pink, and shiny. Just
begging to be filled. Dean presses the pad of his thumb against
it, rubbing in small circles until Samandriel keens with want.
Dean pushes his thumb in, thrusting it easily into that loosened
pucker, warm and so wet inside. It would be so easy for Dean to
unzip his fly, pull Samandriel back onto his diamond-hard cock,
bounce the kid on it until they both lose their loads. But not
yet.
Turn around, Alfie-baby, Dean orders, letting the
panties flick back into place. Samandriel straightens up, turning
around to face Dean, head bowed but chewing nervously on
his lip. It doesnt take long for Dean to work out why.
Whats this? Dean gasps in surprise, eyes
landing on Samandriels pink little nipples, now both
pierced through with gold barbell studs.
I got them for you, Samandriel replies softly.
One for Castiel, and one for you, he explains,
arching his back for Dean to see better.
When? Dean breathes, overwhelmed by the gesture.
A couple months ago, Samandriel replies. I
missed you, he adds softly, climbing into Deans lap
and curling his arms loosely around Deans shoulders.
The change in position also places those beautiful nipples right
in front of Deans face, and he reaches for them in awe.
Can I
?
Yes, theyre healed. Do whatever you want to
them.
Jesus, Dean huffs in disbelief, his cock twitching
impossibly harder. He closes his fingers around one of the pink
nubs, pinching just softly, but its enough to make
Samandriel throw his head back with a gasp. The kids
nipples were pretty damn sensitive to begin with, Dean cant
imagine what they must be like now. Only the barest of twists has
Samandriel writhing in his lap, crying out with pleasure. And
when Dean closes his lips around the studded nub, Samandriel
practically sobs with overstimulation.
Dean pulls away, giving the kid a chance to catch his breath. But
then Samandriel says, Dont forget Cas, twisting
his body to push his other nipple forward.
Dean groans as he closes his lips around the other nub, teasing
his teeth into Samandriels skin and curling his tongue
around the piercing, stud playing against stud. He could do this
all night, as he twirls the bows of Samandriels stockings
in his fingers, but the kid has inadvertently reminded him that
the time they have before Cas shows up is limited. Dean pulls his
lips away with another groan, and Samandriel whimpers in
disappointment, squirming in his lap.
Sorry, sunshine, but theres something else I want
from you tonight, Dean says.
What? Samandriel asks, grinning a little with
excitement. Dean reaches up to trace a finger against those
smiling lips, letting Samandriel nip and suck at it playfully as
Dean reaches with his other hand into the bag of toys hes
brought with him. Smirking, he pulls out a long strip of white
leather from its depths.
Samandriels eyes light up at the sight of it, taking in the
studded holes, the sturdy clasp, the shimmering leash attached to
its ring
Is that
?
Just for tonight, Dean explains.
Yes! Yes, Dean, please! Samandriel nods
enthusiastically, clutching at Deans shoulders.
Dean smiles, leaning forward to fasten the collar around
Samandriels neck. The kid barely breathes as Dean does it,
wiggling with excitement, but trying desperately to hold still.
And when its done his fingers go up to the leather, tracing
the line of it against his neck. How do I look?
Perfect, Dean murmurs appreciatively. Just like
I knew you would.
Do you want me to bark like a puppy too? Samandriel
asks breathlessly, looking up through hooded lashes.
Oh God, do I, Dean groans. That would be
so fucking hot.
Samandriel grins slyly, letting out the most adorable little yip,
and Dean nearly creams his pants.
Good boy, he croons, running his fingers through
Samandriels hair. But I prefer my puppies to be
quiet. Very, very quiet. No matter what. Do you understand?
Samandriel nods silently, big-eyed and trusting.
Good, Dean purrs, pulling on the leash until
Samandriel falls forward, close enough to kiss. And even though
Samandriels the one in the collar, Dean is the one who
becomes a little animalistic then, snarling and nipping at
Samandriels lips like a feral thing, claiming his mouth
thoroughly. But Samandriel manages to hold in his moans,
remembering to swallow them down, stopping them in his throat.
When Dean slides his mouth back down over one of
Samandriels nipples though, the kid begins to struggle,
unable to prevent a few whimpers from escaping his lips.
Quiet, Dean growls, giving Samandriel a smack on the
ass.
Samandriel yelps at the sudden sting, then promptly bites down on
his lip, silencing himself again. Its a good effort, but
then Dean takes it to another level, sliding his hand down the
back of the kids panties, and slipping a finger inside
Samandriels entrance.
The kids so loose, and wet, Dean can fit two fingers inside
him almost straight away. And Samandriel does a good job of
keeping himself quiet, he really does, but when Dean starts
fucking into him harder, faster, smacking the kids ass with
every thrust of his fingers, its too much. With Deans
mouth on one nipple, free hand pinching and playing with the
other, Samandriel cant help himself, gasping out tiny
little ahs as he wriggles and grinds his
panty-covered cock against Deans hard crotch.
Dean finds he doesnt really have it in him to stop the kid
now and punish him for disobedience. And maybe its better
if Samandriel comes now, gets one out of the way so hes
more relaxed later. Dean lets the kid hump up against him until
he seizes up in Deans arms, trying to choke off his own cry
as he stains the front of his little panties.
Come on baby, Dean husks once Samandriels
caught his breath a bit, Show me the mess youve made
of yourself.
With a little urging, Samandriel straightens up on his knees,
bringing his crotch to Deans eye-level. And when Dean peels
the panties away, theres come sticking to everything, all
over Samandriels cock and smeared inside the satin. Dean
eagerly leans forward to lick it out of the panties, before
taking Samandriels spent cock loosely in his mouth.
Hes being gentle with the kid, but Samandriel still
cant stop making blissed-out whimpering sounds as Dean
suckles him clean, so eventually Dean takes pity on him.
What do you need, baby boy? Dean asks. You can
speak. Tell Dean what you want.
I want your dick in me, Dean-daddy. Please,
Samandriel whimpers softly, a little uncertain about using his
voice again.
Are you sure, sweetheart? You only just came. Dean
raises an eyebrow, double-checking, even though he knows his
Alfie-baby loves to be filled, long after hes spent
himself.
Dont care. Want it, Samandriel replies, nothing
but certainty in his eyes.
Okay, Alfie-baby. Ill give it to you if you do
something for me, Dean says, reaching into his bag of
tricks again. You did your best to keep quiet, and Im
proud of you, but I think we can make things a little easier on
you, he explains, pulling out a
red ball-gag.
Samandriels eyes go wide when he sees it.
You trust me by now, dont you, baby? Dean
murmurs, and Samandriels eyes flick back to his face.
You know I do, he replies without hesitation.
Good, Dean smiles. So Im going to trust
you to clap if you need things to stop at any time, since you
wont be able to use your safeword, he explains.
Yes, Dean, Samandriel answers.
Show me how youre going to clap for me now,
Dean murmurs, and Samandriel raises his hands, clapping them
together a few times.
Okay. Now let me put this on you, he says, lifting
the ball-gag over the top of Samandriels head. The kid
obediently ducks his head for Dean to slip it on, opening his
mouth for the ball before hes even told to.
Is that comfortable? Dean checks as he adjusts the
straps, and Samandriel nods. Good. You look so
perfect, Dean cant help but add, and he can see the
pleased smile in Samandriels eyes even though his lips are
stretched around the gags ball.
Alright, sunshine. Now turn around and take off your
panties, so you can sit on Dean-daddys cock, Dean
orders, unzipping his fly and pulling out his still hard
as rock erection.
Samandriels breath speeds up in anticipation at that, and
he immediately backs off the couch to turn himself around,
bending over and giving Dean another eyeful of his perfect hole
as he slides his panties down and off. Dean cant help
himself this time, darting forward to swipe his tongue over that
cherry-flavored starburst, teasing it quickly before placing a
kiss on it.
Mmm, love your pretty hole Alfie-baby, Dean murmurs
in appreciation. Do you love my dick? he asks then,
smirking, and Samandriel nods frantically in reply. Then
take it, baby, Dean says, guiding him back onto it, and
Samandriel sinks down, easy, with a sigh of satisfaction.
Shhhh, Dean reminds him, Back to being quiet
now, Dean whispers into his ear, and Samandriel nods,
already grinding lazily in his lap. You feel so good, baby,
damn, Dean rumbles, letting the kid enjoy his fill, so warm
and wet around him.
Samandriels cock is still too sensitive to play with
so the newly-studded nipples are out of the question too
but Dean works his way up to it, massaging the insides of
Samandriels open thighs, playing with the pretty bows on
his stockings as he sucks and nibbles at Samandriels neck,
whispering filthy things into his ear. Before Dean even considers
going for Samandriels nipples again, the kids already
re-hardened, ready for more.
But Dean has big plans tonight, and its time to get
serious. No more freebies. Dean pulls another strip of leather
from his nearby bag, holding it up for Samandriel to see.
Samandriels eyes widen when he recognizes what it is, and
its no wonder. Its already the most Deans ever
bound the kid, with the leash and the gag preventing him from
speaking, but Samandriel still nods his assent. Its mostly
meant to make things easier for Samandriel than to restrain him
anyway. Dean slips the strap around the base of Samandriels
cock, limiting his ability to come as well.
And its just in time too. Samandriels just settled
into a lazy rhythm again, when Castiel comes through the door,
his own puppy trailing behind him.
Inias is sight to see as he crawls into the room on all fours,
led by the leash attached to the
black collar around his neck. His naked skin bears
the beautiful markings of Castiels work, red welts
criss-crossed down his back and thighs, his cock strapped and
bobbing heavily between his legs
and theres a little
leather dog-tail, sticking out of his rear, attached to
the plug inserted in his hole.
But underneath all these adornments, Inias positively glows,
blissed-out with endorphins and already so pliant hes
trusted Castiel to lead him through the hallways, completely
naked, on his knees, and blindfolded.
Samandriel begins to breathe hard at the sight of him, confused,
panicked, aroused. Dean croons to him, hushing and calming him
until hes no longer panting harshly through his gag.
Remember to keep quiet, baby boy. Trust us, Dean
reminds him, and eventually Samandriel nods.
On the other side of the room Castiel arches an eyebrow as he
takes in the sight of them, right there in the middle of the
room, where the two L-shaped couches meet Deans cock
buried inside Samandriels hole, the striped stockings, and
the shiny new studs adorning nipples reddened from abuse, the
sticky mess of Samandriels panties discarded on the floor
and smirks knowingly. Hello, Dean.
Hey, angel, Dean grins back. Thats a
pretty puppy youve got there.
Mmm, Castiel hums in agreement. Inias, be a
good pet and sit up for my guests. Let them see you.
Inias doesnt reply with his usual yes, sir,
having been instructed to not to speak as well, but promptly
obeys nonetheless, sitting back on his haunches with his
back-straight and chin up. In this position they can see the
criss-cross welts all the way down Inias chest as well,
right across his nipples, following the soft trail of hair to his
cock, which juts out red and hard, straining against its
bindings.
Samandriel squirms in Deans lap, clenching around him with
desire and need, and Dean shudders out the groan that Samandriel
isnt allowed to.
Hes beautiful, isnt he? Dean whispers in
his ear. Samandriel nods, whining a little in his throat until
Dean has to hush him again.
Hands, Castiel commands, lifting a pair of leather
wrist-cuffs off the table of toys nearby not as quick and
easy as handcuffs, but more comfortable to wear over a long
period of time. And its going to be a long night.
Again, Inias promptly obeys, hands going to his back where
Castiel is waiting to cuff them together, and the position makes
him arch his back even further, presenting his chest to be played
with.
Its not an opportunity easily missed, and Castiel seems to
thinks so too, because even though Cas has obviously spent plenty
of time working Inias flesh already, the next thing he
picks up is a flogger. Inias recognises the swish of leather
through the air, though he cant see it, and presents his
chest even more in anticipation. As Castiel circles him,
preparing to strike, Samandriel goes completely still in
Deans lap, barely even breathing.
Castiel strikes. Not hard enough to make Inias cry out, but not
softly either not from the way the leather smacks loudly
against the skin of Inias arm, and the way Inias hisses in
response. Inias shoulders cop the brunt of Castiels
first blows, reawakening Inias flesh to the pain of it,
before Castiel circles around to the front again, retracing his
path down Inias chest. By the time Castiel gets close to
Inias nipples, Inias is already crying out at every blow,
unrestrained and loud and needy.
He doesnt beg, though. Not with the usual please,
sirs or thank you, sirs anyway. Castiel must
have instructed Inias not to speak as well, but from the
desperation in Inias cries, perhaps Castiel has instructed
him to beg in other ways.
Deans not sure whats more of a turn-on, the polite
and subservient begging, or this to see someone who is
usually so quiet and unassuming, become so wild and undone. And
in front of an unknown audience nonetheless. Dean knows from
experience that the blindfold has probably helped with that.
Its so much easier to let go when you cant see
whos watching or whats coming. Easier to become a
creature purely of response, completely uninhibited.
No one is unaffected. Dean can see the outline of Castiels
erection, thick in his pants, and Samandriel has begun to fuck
himself harder on Deans cock. When Castiel finally strikes
Inias nipples, Samandriels whole body shudders, and
Dean has to hang onto him before he falls off the couch
altogether. The slapping sound of Samandriels ass against
Deans thighs becomes obscenely loud, but Inias either
doesnt hear it over his cries, or simply doesnt care.
Dean grins. He begins to murmur in Samandriels ear, no
longer concerned about the risk, telling Samandriel what a good
little sub Inias is, how needy and perfect he is for it, what the
filthy stretch of his mouth looks like around a thick cock, and
the things he can do with his tongue, inside the rim of an open
ass
When Samandriel begins grunting helplessly with every
bounce on Deans cock, Dean doesnt bother hushing him
anymore either.
Finally, Castiel gets to Inias cock. Inias
oh-so-responsive cock. All it takes is a grazing tease of the
floggers tails against its length, and Inias nearly keels
over, he shudders so hard. But Castiel steadies him, hushing him
and murmuring soft praise in his ear as he gently reaches down to
undo Inias strap. Dean reaches around Samandriels
body to do the same.
You watch, Dean tells him. See how sensitive
his pretty cock is. Likes any kind of touch down there.
Samandriel barely has time for a breathless nod, before Castiel
strikes. Inias sobs, back arching and precome spurting out of his
dick at the blow, and Samandriel whines at the sight, hips
stuttering against Deans.
Dean braces an arm around Samandriels chest as he reaches
down with the other, loosely pumping Samandriels length. It
wont take much now.
Another strike, another choked cry, and Samandriel sobs in
sympathy against his gag, straining against Deans hold like
he almost wants to leap off of Deans lap. Maybe he
does. Deans not sure if Samandriels aware hes
doing it, but hes breathing in time with Inias now, chest
heaving deep gulps of air in the same rhythm. Deans not
even sure Samandriel knows how hes rubbing his nipples
against Deans arm as well, the friction tugging and pulling
at the piercings with every breath. He definitely wont last
much longer at this rate. Neither will Dean if he doesnt
slow down.
Cas, Dean growls over the kids shoulder,
catching Castiels eye.
Cas nods, understanding, and turns to Inias again.
This time, when Castiel whips the flogger against Inias
cock, he doesnt give Inias the space to catch his breath.
This time he keeps striking, repeatedly, until Inias comes,
spurting thickly over the ends of the flogger with a sobbing
wail.
And just as Dean knew he would, Samandriel loses it as well,
coming all over Deans hand as his ass clenches around
Deans cock.
Dean nearly blows his load too, it feels so damn good. But he
holds off, focused entirely on Samandriel.
Did you hear that? he whispers once Samandriel comes
back to himself again.
Samandriel nods, still breathless, but wide-eyed.
He does that every time, Dean whispers into his ear.
Samandriels eyes fly to his, stunned and disbelieving.
I wouldnt lie to you about this baby boy, I
swear, Dean smiles, soft and sincere. Every time he
comes, he calls out your name.
Dean feels the way Samandriel breath stutters at that, shaky in
his chest, and the kid whips around to look at Inias again,
wanting so desperately to believe.
Trust me, doll, it was no fluke, Dean whispers.
He cant see a thing through that blindfold.
Samandriel whimpers as it finally hits him, his eyes welling up
with emotion, and Dean holds him through it, soothing him as it
sinks in. He tracks Inias every movement with longing,
disbelief giving way to confusion and frustration, and Dean can
almost hear the unspoken question Why didnt he
tell me?
Dean sighs, rubbing Samandriels arms in silence, letting
the kid process. It gives Dean the chance he needs to catch his
breath as well, slow down a little without stopping altogether.
Samandriel never pulled off after he came, still sitting snugly
on Deans cock and keeping it warm, letting Dean enjoy the
aftershocks of his climax as well. And now that Samandriel is
quieting down, Dean can afford to watch whats happening on
the other side of the room again.
Inias seems to have recovered from his climax as well, nuzzling
gratefully into Castiels crotch as usual, silently begging
to return the favor. Castiel glances in Deans direction,
catching his eye again, and he gives Cas the go ahead with a
small nod.
Castiel doesnt even order Inias undo his pants for him. He
just unzips his fly, pulling his erection free from the tight
confines of his pants, and presses it to Inias lips. Inias
doesnt need more instruction than that, and he immediately
opens his mouth, taking it in. Castiel throws his head back with
a gasp, fingers threading through the back Inias hair as
Inias suckles him, loose and open, still lazy with afterglow.
At first, Cas doesnt push for more than that, so both Dean
and Samandriel can still see the hint of a blissful smile on
Inias face as he plays with Castiels flesh
lapping at its slit, circling the head, mouthing his balls
until finally Castiel starts fucking in, and they can see the
outline of Castiels cock, deep in Inias throat.
Castiels groans tell them how good it is. So good, that
Samandriel releases an audible sob as he watches, desperate and
wanting, now he knows his feelings for Inias are returned. But if
all Dean wanted to do was clue the kid in, they wouldnt
have had to come to the The Pit to do it.
Thankfully the sound doesnt give Samandriel away, probably
too unrecognizable, even if Inias wasnt so thoroughly
focused on Castiels cock. But it still catches
Castiels attention, reminding him that he has an audience,
and he pulls himself out of Inias throat, turning towards
the tool-table again.
Inias mouth is left gaping open around heavy breaths, as if
wanting to be filled, his lips a puffy-red and shiny with spit
and slick. Cas slides his thumb in between them, hooking Inias by
the mouth and tugging until Inias is sitting up straight again,
back arched with his chest on display. His nipples are still full
and dark, throbbing with arousal, but Castiel still pinches them,
twisting and pulling on the nubs to be sure.
Samandriel squeezes around Deans cock at that, and Dean
knows the kid must be feeling sympathetic stirrings, the nipples
being such a sensitive part of his own body. For a second,
Deans tempted to play with them again, but when Castiel
attaches the first nipple clamp to one of Inias buds, Dean
thinks better of it. Samandriels already squirming enough
as it is, and Dean doesnt want to come just yet. It only
gets worse when Castiel runs the
chain connecting the clamps through the ring
at the front of Inias collar, before attaching the other
one, and they can clearly see how the clamps pull and tug at
Inias nipples with the barest movements of his body.
Samandriel can barely contain himself.
Why dont you bring your puppy over here,
angel-face? Dean says, urging things along.
Weve got some more cocks for him to suck on if he
wants.
Inias starts breathing heavier at that, clearly aroused by the
idea, and Samandriel begins panting as well, already beginning to
harden again. Dean huffs an amused laugh at the refractory time
of youth and young love.
Castiel shares Deans amusement, smirking as he takes
Inias leash in his hand. Walk, he orders, and
Inias obeys the command as Castiel has previously
instructed him to on all fours. Only this time, every
movement tugs at the clamps on his nipples, and his breath
hitches and gasps with every pull.
Thats it, my pet, Castiel croons,
Youre doing very well.
Yeah, right this way, Dean rumbles, Follow my
voice like a good puppy, he says, among other things,
giving Inias a steady stream of filth to follow until hes
right between Deans legs.
Sit, Castiel commands then, pulling gently on
Inias leash, and when Inias sits back on his knees, tilting
his face up, its right in front of Deans crotch. The
crotch that Samandriel is currently sitting on, frozen, breath
held as he stares down at Inias with wide, unblinking eyes.
Good puppy, Dean grins, taking Samandriels
half-hard penis in his hand. Now come get your bone,
he says, angling Samandriels erection towards Inias
waiting lips. Inias senses the movement in front of his face, and
dips his tongue out, searching for it. He makes contact with
Samandriels head, and the kid sucks in a sharp breath as
Inias licks up the pearling slit, before pressing a soft kiss to
the tip. And from there, Inias pushes down, letting
Samandriels dick part his lips as he takes it in his mouth.
Samandriel bucks in Deans lap then, and Dean has to grab
onto his thighs, holding him firm to keep him from gagging Inias.
Samandriel whines, but makes an effort to keep himself still,
turning his head away and clenching his eyes shut, as if
minimizing the sensory onslaught might help, or maybe just too
overcome with emotion. Dean thinks it might be the latter, by the
way Samandriel begins to tremble, breath shuddering in his chest.
So Dean begins to talk again, filling Samandriels ear with
filth enough to distract him.
After Samandriels initial reaction though, Inias senses
that the full treatment is too much, too soon, and eases back a
little, merely lapping at Samandriels cock instead of
sucking it down entirely. Its still enough to get
Samandriel fully hard again, in barely any time at all. And once
Inias gets a taste of the leftover come on Samandriels
skin, he makes it his mission to clean it all up, lapping gently
at Samandriels stomach, all the way down to where its
dripped from his balls.
Did you like that bone, puppy? Dean asks, and Inias
moans happily around Samandriels testicles. Yeah, you
did, didnt you? Dean smirks. Keep following the
come-trail, sweetheart, and youll find another one waiting
for you, he orders.
Inias groans at that, immediately tonguing his way behind
Samandriels balls and sucking at his perineum. And when
Inias slurps his way further downwards, lapping at the rim of
Samandriels hole, he finds Deans cock, still buried
thick inside it.
Something like a happy yelp escapes Inias throat at the
discovery, and Dean imagines Inias little dog-tail slapping
against his thighs from the excited way he wiggles.
Tell you what, puppy. Lick that hole nice and deep first,
and then you can have your other bone, Dean says. Finally,
he pulls his dick out, and Inias immediately finds his way into
Samandriels hole, taking advantage of its stretched-out
gape to tongue-fuck it thoroughly.
Samandriel throws his head back and keens, gasping through his
gag, and theres an answering moan from where Cas is
standing to the side, stripped down and fisting his cock as he
watches. Dean sends him a knowing wink as he tightens his hold
around Samandriels writhing body.
Does that real good, doesnt he? Dean rumbles in
Samandriels ear, and the kid sobs in response, gasping
breathlessly as he nods. Deans long past worried about him
keeping quiet, as the sounds hes making through his gag are
barely human anymore. And he doesnt have to worry about
Inias recognizing Samandriel by scent either, thanks to the scent
of cherry-flavored lube and come overwhelming everything else.
Dean, Castiel moans brokenly, panting in envy as
Samandriels eyes begin to roll from the intensity of
Inias rim-job.
Okay, puppy, thats a good boy. You can have your bone
now, Dean says, pulling Samandriel off Inias tongue.
Inias immediately starts licking downwards again, searching for
Deans cockhead and lapping eagerly at it when he finds it.
But Dean isnt Samandriel, and he can take more than that,
so he pushes his dick past Inias lips into his mouth, and
Inias gladly takes it down his throat at the urging. Dean groans,
wondering just how much more sweetly Inias would suck on his cock
if he knew it had just been inside Samandriels
ass
And maybe Dean cant take much more than
that, because he has to pull out again at the thought.
Inias is persistent though, still lapping and suckling anything
he can get his lips on. It isnt long before Dean feels
Inias tongue in his hole, and he curses at the sensation,
head thunking against the wall behind him.
Jesus fucking Christ, thats good, Dean
groans, and Samandriel whines in his lap as he watches. Dean
grits his teeth, reaching towards the bag still sitting beside
him on the couch, and pulls out a vibrator. Samandriel sighs
happily when Dean slides it into his hole, squirming and
squeezing around it in his ass.
Take him, Cas. I dont know how much longer Im
going to last, Dean growls, handing over the end of
Samandriels leash. Castiel nods, taking it from his hand
and tugging gently on it until Samandriel crawls off of
Deans lap to the end of the couch. There, Castiel attaches
the leash to a hook in the wall, securing Samandriel in the
corner with a full view of the room. Castiel then re-straps him,
giving him firm orders not to play with himself, before turning
the vibrator on.
Dean already has another vibrator out by the time Castiel returns
to him, which Cas uses to replace the little dog-tail plug in
Inias ass. And when Cas turns it on, Inias begins sucking
desperately at Deans hole, moaning loudly at the
stimulation, and the vibrations of Inias groans against his
hole make Dean smash his head back again.
Fuck, Cas! I cant take it anymore, Dean
gasps, I need to be fucked!
Castiels eyes flare possessively at that, and he grabs onto
Inias leash, pulling him away. He leads Inias to the other
corner of the room as quickly as Inias can bear to crawl
with the vibrator inside him, prodding at him with every movement
and secures him to another hook in the wall there.
Deans already got an assfull of lube by the time Castiel
returns to climb on top of him, and another handful waiting for
Castiels dick. In the same motion Dean rubs it on him,
while lining Cas up, and then Deans being filled with
Castiels meat, fucked deep and hard in Castiels
familiar rhythm.
Fuck, angel, yeah! Just like that! Dean cries
out, spreading wide for it. It must be obvious how badly he needs
it, because Cas hasnt wasted any time messing around,
straight away going for the right angle. Or maybe Cas just reads
him that well.
Dean rewards him for it, reaching between them to roughly fondle
Cas nipples, kneading and twisting them, flicking at his
nipple ring. A long whine comes from Samandriels corner of
the room at that, and Dean chuckles breathlessly, sending the kid
a wink. Knowing he has the kids full attention, Dean turns
back to Cas, giving his unpierced nipple a slap and making him
cry out.
Cmon, Cas, fuck me, he growls, pinching
the stinging bud. Make me come, he orders, before
slapping it again.
Yes, Dean! Cas cries out, his hips immediately
snapping into Dean even harder as he reaches down to strip
Deans cock, almost painfully tight.
Yeah! Yeah, Cas! Thats it! Come on! Dean
gasps, continuing to twist and slap the hard little buds until
Castiel is a mess of grunts and cries between his legs; Yes,
Dean! Yes, Dean! Yes!
Dean doesnt last much longer. Not after hes spent so
much of the night with Samandriel sitting on his dick. He comes
with a shout, legs twitching and kicking out as he pulls hard on
Castiels nips.
Cas collapses over him afterwards, burying his face in
Deans neck and clutching onto Deans shoulders as he
strives towards his own completion. And Dean holds him close,
murmuring encouragement in his ear as Cas thrusts become
sharp and fast and desperate.
Yeah, angel, you did so good. Made me come so hard,
he croons, sated and soft, in total contrast to the frantic
stabbing of Castiels hips. Love it when you fuck me.
Love you, he adds, pressing a tender kiss into
Castiels hair. Cmon and come for me, baby. Fill
me up.
As if it was another command, Castiel obeys, his body locking up
with a shout as he buries his seed deep in Deans ass.
And when Castiel finally regains his breath, he returns
Deans murmurs of love and adoration, in between kisses slow
and soft.
~ tbc