Pool table
Title: Pool table
Author: marlene_novalis
Pairing/Characters: Dean / Sam, Castiel
Category: slash
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub-con (basically non-con), bondage, spanking
Summary: AU!! Dean had Sam bound to a pool table and has his way with him. Castiel is also present, as Dean's obedient student. (originally a rpf for a prompt by tipsy_kitty) But I really can't do it... )
You know, Castiel, you have to be really careful with this table. It's made of tulip tree wood."
Calmly Dean locked another pair of steel handcuffs around Sam's ankle and a leg of the valuable pool table he was just speaking of.
"If he struggles, he scratches the wood. Now who would want that?" Playfully he tousled Sam’s hair and gave him a warning smile.
“What do you plan to do with his arms?” Castiel’s voice was almost in Castiel mode although he sounded calm and at best a little curious.
“Let me think of something.” Dean stepped back a few steps and examined the naked body in front of him. Sam’s feet were safely cuffed to two of the table legs. Although he was tall the size of the table forced him to slightly lean over it in order not to loose balance. Tape firmly sealed his mouth. All he managed at the moment was an angry look and a disgusted grunt.
An ugly sound came from one of the handcuffs and Dean almost smiled with anticipation. Sam froze but the damage was done. It was just a tiny scratch, almost not noticeable but it was enough for Dean.
“Castiel, would you please hand me that cane right next to you?” And Castiel who was sitting on the couch and was just watching the show did. It was a delicate yet incredibly flexible cane.
“You should secure his arms first, I think. He might hurt himself.” Castiel’s concern was heart warming even for Dean.
Only moments later Sam’s arms were firmly secured on his back, heavy, cold steel handcuffs bit into his wrists. A pained moan struggled out of his throat while he tried to move his hands into a more comfortable position.
“I like how his back muscles are so well defined.” Castiel spoke about the bound man as if he was a horse he’d like to buy. “All those tiny moves when he struggles. He really is beautiful.”
“I can make those muscles dance.” whispered Dean. His cock moved slightly in his pants. Eager, impatient.
Castiel stepped back from the table. For him this was nothing sexual. He was merely a student who watched Dean at work.
A high pitched buzzing was all Sam could here before the pain exploded on his bare ass. The tape over his mouth hardly muffled his scream.
“Well, I warned you not to damage the wood, right?”
The pain was sharp and... white for the first second. Almost too much to bear. But then, then his nerves sent the stimulus to his brain. White turned to red, a dark crimson that overshadowed his senses, pressed the air out of his lungs. It was just a cane but the pain was soul breaking. He didn’t even have enough air to scream properly. He was ashamed of the tears that shot into his eyes. Dean smiled.
One blow after the other landed on Sam’s ass and back. Within a minute he was covered with red marks. And it was true, those beautiful muscles were dancing in a desperate attempt to avoid the blows and ease the pain.
“Any comment, Castiel?” His cock was now fully hard and pressed against his zipper. But patience is a virtue, right?
“Actually…” Castiel’s eyes examined the scene before him. It was interesting to see how Sam’s body reacted. Such a strong and tall man crushed by a simple cane. But…
“Wouldn’t it hurt more if you waited a little between the blows. Give the pain some time to ease and then…”
Dean smiled. Castiel was such a good student. Curious and smart. Maybe his time had finally come.
The taller man climbed onto the pool table. Actually he didn’t give a fuck if it was damaged or not but Sam didn’t know that. With an assuring nod he handed the cane to Castiel.
“Be careful not to hurt his arms too much. And don’t draw blood. This is art, not a slaughterhouse.
He opened his trousers and without any further warning ripped the tape of Sam’s mouth and stuffed his cock into it. The bound man struggled against the sudden invasion but Dean fisted one hand into his hair and held him in place. He took up a lazy pace, sliding half in and out of the hot mouth underneath him, feeling tears now and then running over his hard cock. Ah… he loved to play.
The first blow that Castiel landed wasn’t as hard as Dean’s but it came totally unexpected. Sam howled in pain sending waves of pleasure through Dean’s body. The second was already a lot better placed and timed. Sam’s screams were immediately mirrored by Dean’s moans as each sound that left the younger man’s throat was followed by the most delicate vibrations.
Dean’s hand held firm to Sam’s hair as he fucked his mouth harder enjoying all the whimpers and all the screams that came out of it. It was hot, constantly moving, perfect. Only moments later Sam shuddered under another well placed blow from Castiel and it was the look into Castiel’s eyes, those steel blue eyes bright with violence and power that drove Dean over the edge. Moaning, cursing, pleading he spilled wave after wave of come into Sam’s mouth. The younger man flinched and howled as one last of Castiel’s blows landed on his right shoulder.
And Castiel? He smiled. He just had them both… and they didn’t even know.
Author: marlene_novalis
Pairing/Characters: Dean / Sam, Castiel
Category: slash
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub-con (basically non-con), bondage, spanking
Summary: AU!! Dean had Sam bound to a pool table and has his way with him. Castiel is also present, as Dean's obedient student. (originally a rpf for a prompt by tipsy_kitty) But I really can't do it... )
You know, Castiel, you have to be really careful with this table. It's made of tulip tree wood."
Calmly Dean locked another pair of steel handcuffs around Sam's ankle and a leg of the valuable pool table he was just speaking of.
"If he struggles, he scratches the wood. Now who would want that?" Playfully he tousled Sam’s hair and gave him a warning smile.
“What do you plan to do with his arms?” Castiel’s voice was almost in Castiel mode although he sounded calm and at best a little curious.
“Let me think of something.” Dean stepped back a few steps and examined the naked body in front of him. Sam’s feet were safely cuffed to two of the table legs. Although he was tall the size of the table forced him to slightly lean over it in order not to loose balance. Tape firmly sealed his mouth. All he managed at the moment was an angry look and a disgusted grunt.
An ugly sound came from one of the handcuffs and Dean almost smiled with anticipation. Sam froze but the damage was done. It was just a tiny scratch, almost not noticeable but it was enough for Dean.
“Castiel, would you please hand me that cane right next to you?” And Castiel who was sitting on the couch and was just watching the show did. It was a delicate yet incredibly flexible cane.
“You should secure his arms first, I think. He might hurt himself.” Castiel’s concern was heart warming even for Dean.
Only moments later Sam’s arms were firmly secured on his back, heavy, cold steel handcuffs bit into his wrists. A pained moan struggled out of his throat while he tried to move his hands into a more comfortable position.
“I like how his back muscles are so well defined.” Castiel spoke about the bound man as if he was a horse he’d like to buy. “All those tiny moves when he struggles. He really is beautiful.”
“I can make those muscles dance.” whispered Dean. His cock moved slightly in his pants. Eager, impatient.
Castiel stepped back from the table. For him this was nothing sexual. He was merely a student who watched Dean at work.
A high pitched buzzing was all Sam could here before the pain exploded on his bare ass. The tape over his mouth hardly muffled his scream.
“Well, I warned you not to damage the wood, right?”
The pain was sharp and... white for the first second. Almost too much to bear. But then, then his nerves sent the stimulus to his brain. White turned to red, a dark crimson that overshadowed his senses, pressed the air out of his lungs. It was just a cane but the pain was soul breaking. He didn’t even have enough air to scream properly. He was ashamed of the tears that shot into his eyes. Dean smiled.
One blow after the other landed on Sam’s ass and back. Within a minute he was covered with red marks. And it was true, those beautiful muscles were dancing in a desperate attempt to avoid the blows and ease the pain.
“Any comment, Castiel?” His cock was now fully hard and pressed against his zipper. But patience is a virtue, right?
“Actually…” Castiel’s eyes examined the scene before him. It was interesting to see how Sam’s body reacted. Such a strong and tall man crushed by a simple cane. But…
“Wouldn’t it hurt more if you waited a little between the blows. Give the pain some time to ease and then…”
Dean smiled. Castiel was such a good student. Curious and smart. Maybe his time had finally come.
The taller man climbed onto the pool table. Actually he didn’t give a fuck if it was damaged or not but Sam didn’t know that. With an assuring nod he handed the cane to Castiel.
“Be careful not to hurt his arms too much. And don’t draw blood. This is art, not a slaughterhouse.
He opened his trousers and without any further warning ripped the tape of Sam’s mouth and stuffed his cock into it. The bound man struggled against the sudden invasion but Dean fisted one hand into his hair and held him in place. He took up a lazy pace, sliding half in and out of the hot mouth underneath him, feeling tears now and then running over his hard cock. Ah… he loved to play.
The first blow that Castiel landed wasn’t as hard as Dean’s but it came totally unexpected. Sam howled in pain sending waves of pleasure through Dean’s body. The second was already a lot better placed and timed. Sam’s screams were immediately mirrored by Dean’s moans as each sound that left the younger man’s throat was followed by the most delicate vibrations.
Dean’s hand held firm to Sam’s hair as he fucked his mouth harder enjoying all the whimpers and all the screams that came out of it. It was hot, constantly moving, perfect. Only moments later Sam shuddered under another well placed blow from Castiel and it was the look into Castiel’s eyes, those steel blue eyes bright with violence and power that drove Dean over the edge. Moaning, cursing, pleading he spilled wave after wave of come into Sam’s mouth. The younger man flinched and howled as one last of Castiel’s blows landed on his right shoulder.
And Castiel? He smiled. He just had them both… and they didn’t even know.