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“I've got a surprise for you today.” Cas purrs into his ear, “I know it's been awhile since you got to perform your husbandly duties.”
Dean's pulled into Lisa's room by a leash, a new toy Cas likes to use. He’s never been in here before. It’s barren. A clear contrast to how differently Cas treats them. She's at the edge of the barebones mattress, on her spread knees, presenting herself with her ass in the air, resting on her face and chest, hands bound behind her back with rope. Headphones and blindfold on. She probably has no idea they're in here with her.
She’s puffy and swollen like she's been used recently. When he takes a closer look, he sees come drizzling out of her. His stomach flips and warmth pools in his pelvis, but Dean wills himself to stay limp. More difficult to do each day he’s locked up here. Cas has his body trained to respond, primed to be the perfect sex slave. There’s very little he can do to fight it.
“Gorgeous, isn't she?” Cas says, trailing a finger through her mess and she startles from being touched. He yanks on the leash so Dean begrudgingly stumbles closer and Cas puts his dirtied finger in his mouth. It's salty and all too familiar and Dean dutifully sucks it clean. “How do I taste?” he asks, holding his chin.
“Good,” Dean answers, "so good.”
“Hmmmm,” Cas hums, “you want more, don’t you?”
Dean's afraid to say no so he nods instead.
Cas smiles and gestures to Lisa, pulling him closer to her, says, “Bon appetit.”
Dean hovers over his wife's exposed pussy and tries to ignore the warm musk that's radiating off her. He licks his lips and wills himself not to enjoy it, but his body's done nothing but react sexually for months. He’s hardwired at this point.
He leans in and kisses her, tastes the come leaking out of her, and she twitches away, saying, “Please, Cas, no more.” But it's weak, like she's said it for hours already and is tired of fighting. She keeps herself still, keeps her noises quiet, and Dean spreads her wider and tries not to think about the fact that she thinks he's Cas.
“Do you like my gift?” Cas asks as he tenderly pets his hair, standing over them to watch as Dean eats his load out of her.
“Mmhm,” Dean moans, licking a long stripe, digging his tongue into her folds, lavving up every last bit. He tells himself he hates it but it’s been a long time since he’s been buried face first in his wife. He ignores the way his cock is plumping up, ignores the fact that she’s started to cry.
“I want you to fuck her.”
He pulls Dean up by his hair, stands behind him and looks down at his cock over his shoulder.
“I know you want to,” Cas says coaxingly as he strokes him.
Dean leans into him, tipping his head back, exposing his neck which Cas latches onto, sucking mouth shaped bruises around his leather collar.
He walks Dean forward, holds the base of his cock and lines his tip to her entrance. She moves away so Cas grabs her bound hands and forces her back into place. Cas coats Dean’s dick in her mess, gliding up and down her glossy lips, then slides him into her tight heat. Dean groans against his will, looks down to watch himself get pushed into her.
“What are the rules today, baby?” Cas asks, swaying Dean’s hips forward with his own. He's practically fucking her for him. He tries to hate it. But he’s missed the way she feels so he lets Cas do whatever he wants.
“Be grateful for every gift,” Dean repeats, “no complaining.”
“Mm that's right,” Cas whispers, hot breath pours down his neck, “and you're so well behaved today, Dean.”
The praise sends a tingle down Dean's spine, directly to his cock, and he snaps forward harshly into Lisa, making her gasp.
“Just like that, my good boy.” Cas says, voice deep and worshipful as he turns Dean's head to the side and captures his mouth in a sloppy kiss. “Mm, you're so perfect for me.”
More praise makes him dizzy and as he sinks into her glistening hole, his dick comes out milkier every time. Cas pulls Lisa back to meet Dean's thrusts by her wrists. She cries out, clenching around him, and Dean can feel the erection pressing into his ass cheek.
“She feels amazing, doesn't she?” Cas whispers against his lips and Dean nods open-mouthed, tongue reaching out to touch Cas’. She really does.
She flattens her lips to keep from making any more noise and Dean drags himself all the way out and slowly slides back in, greeted by her soaking abused hole, so different from Cas’ ass and he actually can't believe he's comparing the two right now.
“Keep fucking her,” Cas orders with one last kiss before he walks around the mattress, kneeling on the other side by her head. “Pull her up like I showed you.”
Balls deep in his wife, Dean does as he's told and pulls back on her bound wrists to lever her chest off the bed. She's panting from the new position, and Cas brings his cock to her lips.
“Wait,” she says, “wait no.” And Dean doesn't remember to feel guilty. He's anticipating what comes next too much to care.
Cas glides himself into her begging mouth and forces her protests to die. She grunts and gags and eventually relaxes her throat so she doesn't suffocate while they spit roast her. Dean’s eyes were once fixated on the way her pussy greedily devours him but now he can only stare at Cas as they fuck her together. Each thrust of his sends Lisa forward, further shoving Cas’ dick down her throat. Cas keeps a tight hold on his leash so he couldn't get away even if he tried.
“That's perfect Dean, don't stop.” Cas encourages, not once looking down at Lisa, “You're doing so good.”
Dean doesn't stop and he doesn't try to get away. He gets off on his praise, on using his wife like an object. He can't help it. He's enjoying himself. He fucks her from behind and thrills every time she gags on Cas’ cock. It's actually making her wetter. He knows how it feels. The rush of deep throating him. Dean holds onto her hips and doesn't look away from Cas’ smoldering gaze.
“Come here,” Cas says softly, guiding him to lean forward by pulling on his leash. So Dean leans and Cas meets him in the middle, one hand holding the back of Dean's head, and they kiss. Slow and exploring tongue as they both lazily fuck into her holes. Cas hums, indulgent and pleased, and Dean shivers with pride.
“Stay right there,” Cas says suddenly, stepping away from Lisa’s mouth, and Dean lets her drop back to her chest, sputtering.
Just as he's walking around the bed, Cas yanks on his leash and Dean's snatched away from Lisa, springing out of her and she sags to the mattress in relief. Cas drops to his knees, tongue out to taste the dripping wet mess on his cock, and before he knows what he's doing, Dean wraps his fingers in Cas’ hair and shoves him down to his pubes.
Cas groans like a bitch in heat, fingernails digging into the back of Dean’s thighs, holding himself steady as Dean fucks his face.
Cas doesn't mind the assault, he loves it. Grunting and moaning and drooling all over his cock, no matter how rough Dean is with him. Cas keeps his eyes locked on him and Dean thinks to himself that he looks so pretty when he cries. Soon two of Cas’ fingers stab into Dean's ass, still lubricated from earlier, but it surprises him enough to loosen his grip.
Cas hollows his cheeks and pulls off his cock, sucking hard, kissing the tip like he's making out with it. And Dean's completely forgotten he's their captor. He's enchanted by him.
“Jesus Christ, Dean.” Cas says, his voice wrecked and raw. “You're incredible.” Cas stands and wipes his face, then he orders, “Get on the bed.”
Cas wraps his arms around Lisa’s torso, holds her close to his chest, one hand playing with her tits and the other rubbing her clit, and he lets Dean get in on his back, stroking himself while he watches her writhe in his arms.
Then she's being gently lowered back to the bed and Dean hoists her up to straddle him so Cas can crawl in from behind, kneeling between both their legs. Dean guides his cock back into her and she whimpers at the intrusion.
Dean groans, holding onto her hips and pushing up inside her drenched pussy. She’s helpless with her arms behind her back and eventually she moves against him, hips undulating to meet Dean's thrusts.
Then he feels something pressing against his cock and looks past her to see Cas attempting to cram his dick inside her too.
She groans gutturally, says, “No no no I can't.”
But Cas just stays there, tip of his cock resting against her entrance as Dean continues to fuck her. And Dean's never wanted anything so bad.
“Stop,” Cas says, and Dean obeys instantly regardless of the fact that she keeps grinding. When Dean's just about pulled all the way out, Cas shoves past him, sliding into her with ease and she moans loudly in Dean's ear. Now Dean's dick is hovering just outside while Cas fucks her. He feels each delicious slide of him glide back and forth along his slit. God, it's indescribable. And he wants more.
Dean can't hold himself still, he rocks his hips, pressing the head of his cock against them, getting nowhere. Then Cas pulls out and Dean slides back in and it's so fucking good, he pounds into her relentlessly. He's never been this turned on in his life as he and Cas try to simultaneously fill her up.
Cas hums appreciatively at Dean's eagerness, at how wet she is at the prospect of taking them both. He backs off and easily slides a finger inside her next to Dean’s cock.
“She wants it so bad.” Cas says, and Dean responds with, “Fuck yeah she does.”
Then they alternate. Dean bottoms out, pulls back and lets Cas slide by so he can bottom out. Lisa's a mess, incoherently muttering pleas to stop and pleas to keep going. They ignore her and take turns filling up her pussy.
Then they try to slide in together, slow slow slow as she shakes apart and protests they won't fit. Dean covers her mouth, muffling her words so he can better focus. They slip and slide past each other shallowly, cranking her wider and wider.
Dean gets impatient so he fully pushes his cock into her slippery warmth and this time Cas chases after him. He crams forward an inch and her pussy lets him, pushing her limits. Cas holds onto her bound hands to give himself leverage, rocking forward to incrementally push in deeper.
“Oh god,” she mutters as her pussy stretches open to accommodate the two of them.
Dean keeps rolling his hips, fucking up into her, sliding alongside Cas’ silky dick.
Cas continues pushing in until he's completely stuffing her full, and then they're sliding together, squeezed in side by side. Dean can hardly believe it. The feel of it is like nothing he's ever felt before.
“Holy shit,” he says, breathless.
“Yeah?” Cas says, “That feel good, baby?”
“Fuckin’ amazing.”
Dean keeps his thrusts steady, again again again, shoving moans out of her throat and soon Cas is matching his strokes and they're both able to fuck her properly. In and out, in and out, moving together as one and all Lisa can do is take it, getting split open right down the middle.
“She was made for this,” Cas says from behind her and Dean stares up at him. The way his mouth hangs open in rapture. The way he smirks when he catches Dean watching him. The way they hold each other's gaze while they double stuff his wife and for a second, Dean couldn't agree with him more. Lisa was made to be used like this.
“Yeah she was, yeah, yeah,” he chants, wrapping his arms around her as he fucks her. Cas tightens his grip on her bound wrists and picks up intensity, fucking her so hard their skin slaps and Dean tries to keep up. Stuffing his cock inside her as deep as he can go. Lisa is nothing but a garbled mess of sounds, a gaping hole to use.
“We look so good together,” Cas says looking down to watch and Dean's jealous he can't see for himself.
Cas slows to a filthy grind but Dean can't stop, it feels too good, he's so close. He takes what he wants and keeps going jackrabbit fast, obsessed with the smacking wet sound her pussy makes each and every thrust.
Cas says, “Yeah, dirty her up, let me see you.”
Dean's grunting grows ragged as he plows into her. Cas keeps moving slow and the contrast feels amazing.
“Just like that, Dean,” Cas praises, voice raw, “You're doing so good, come on, let me feel you.”
It's too much. The praise, the sounds of them using her, of her loving it, the way it feels to slide alongside Cas’ cock, crammed together while she writhes and clenches them closer. The praise echoing out of Cas’ mouth and ricocheting in Dean's mind, it's too much. He wants too much. And then Cas is meeting him, thrust for thrust, both of them fucking her hard and fast and brutal. The bed squeaking loudly from the weight of the three of them. Lisa rendered to nothing but a moaning, drooling mess, sandwiched between them as they split her open.
Dean's groans evaporate, his cock plumps rock hard, his mouth falls open but he can't make a noise.
Cas says, “Oh Dean, you're perfect. Yeah, just like that, baby. Come for me. Come for me.”
Dean's vision whites out. His ears ring, his toes curl, his hips stutter, and then he comes. Hard. Generously pumping her pussy full. His grinds grow slicker, his chin hooked on Lisa's shoulder, his eyes shut tightly, and then Cas is kissing him and he kisses back as best he can, reaching for him, grasping him close. Tongues devouring each other. Wet and messy and hungry and desperate.
Dean is only slightly aware that Cas is still moving with him, his thrusts feel more like an afterthought of coming, an attempt to milk every last drop of himself into her, and then with one last slam forward, he feels Cas’ cock throb against his and spill warmly all around him. God it feels amazing. He throbs again and again, dumping come inside her, and Dean feels it coat his dick. He already misses the sensation. Their mouths are pressed together, swapping each other's breaths, lazily humping, cocks sliding together, pushing come in her deeper, glazing themselves in a mixture of each other and Dean has the sudden and violent urge to know what they taste like.
He's holding Lisa so close to him that his fingers are numb and her tits are squished between their chests and he can’t stop kissing Cas, he can't stop curling fingernails into his skin, he can’t stop wanting more.
“I want–” he says but he gets no further. Shame washes over him. He's not supposed to complain.
Cas bites at his lip, sucking it into his mouth, and says, “Tell me.”
“You,” Dean admits, helpless.
Cas smiles and kisses him sweetly. Again and again while Lisa pants between them. And Dean isn't satisfied but he kisses back. He needs more. He doesn't know what that means exactly but this isn't enough.
“You're perfect.” Cas says reverently and then he's sitting up and they both slip out of her and Dean's first thought is that it's too cold. Cas busies himself with untying her binds and she wriggles like she's anxious to get her arms free. Dean's mood shifts, it's a sudden thing. He feels… invisible? Stupid, just laying there trapped underneath her. Forgotten. Almost lonely despite the fact he's got two people in bed with him. Jesus, his nose burns and he honest to god might start crying.
He must whimper because Cas’ attention is stolen, snapped back onto him, and he tips his head to the side and so earnestly asks, “Baby, what's wrong?”
Dean's chin quivers and he doesn't really know what's going on with him but before he has a moment to think, his face screws up and he whines, “Need you.”
Something like relief passes over Cas’ face and he slides Lisa off him to hover near the edge of the mattress and Dean pulls him down to lay over him. Needs his weight to crush him. Needs his attention. Needs to taste him. Just needs.
“Sorry to make you wait sweetheart.” Cas says consolingly, kissing him, and Dean wraps his thighs around his waist and holds him close, pouring his tongue into his mouth, devouring every kiss.
“Need you.” Dean repeats, lips pressed into his skin, fingers carting through his hair, hips rolling through retroactive waves of heat. “Need you.” He can't stop saying it.
“Mm, I like you like this.”
The tips of his ears burn and finally that slimy lonely feeling goes away, replaced with a decadent kind of euphoria.
Hazily, Dean registers Cas doing something else but he doesn't care, he's too busy kissing him, too focused on trying to fuse their skin together. He wants so much he aches. But then Cas gives him exactly what he needs and shoves two fingers into his mouth while he continues making out with him so they both can taste the come off his fingers. Dean groans and slides his tongue between his dirtied fingers and Cas curls his tongue around Dean’s and they swap their come back and forth.
Cas takes his fingers away and dips them back into Lisa's pussy, and Dean watches him swirl them around to gather another helping. Cas raises his fingers to hover above Dean’s mouth, scissoring them until the come strings off them and Dean sticks out his tongue to catch it.
Cas watches him in awe and says, “Fuck, Dean.”
Dean sucks his fingers clean and Cas groans. He sticks his fingers in her again and this time wipes the mess off on his lips so Dean will kiss and lick it off, which he does happily.
Cas rolls back off the bed and pulls Dean along with him and says, “I want you all to myself.” And Dean whimpers, latching onto him.
"Me too."
“Help me with her first,” Cas says, breaking away from his kiss, “And I'll do whatever you want.”
Dean looks down at Lisa who's slowly moving herself into a more comfortable position, stretching her arms out. He grabs one of her ankles, locks it into place with her restraints. And Cas smirks at him, so pleased with his obedience that Dean feels lit up with pride. Together, they restrain her completely.
Cas wraps the leash around and around his knuckles, making it shorter and shorter until it's only a couple inches long and Dean's right in front of him.
“I wanna take care of you,” Cas promises, “Would you like that?”
Dean’s eyes water and he pouts, dangerously close to crying again. Cas kisses him and drags him out of Lisa’s room, locking the door behind them.
Cas walks them down the hall to the bathroom, takes off his collar and pulls him into a steamy shower. There Cas bathes him. Scrubbing his body with citrusy soap, washing his hair gently, kissing him all over his pinking skin. By the end of it, Dean is hard again but too blissed out to do anything about it. And as Cas towels him off, his eyelids grow heavy.
He's walked back to his luxurious room, given a glass of water, and tucked into bed. Cas goes to restrain his wrist but Dean tugs him closer.
“Stay,” he says, too tired to beg, though he wants to. Afraid he'll cry if he's left alone.
“Okay, baby.”
Cas pulls back the fluffy duvet and slides into bed with him, both of them totally naked with damp hair. Dean scoots back to make room for him but not too far. He holds him close, needier than he's ever been in his life, slotting their legs together, laying on Cas’ shoulder with his arms wrapped around him.
Cas puts a finger under Dean's chin and tilts his head up so he can kiss him and Dean melts into it. Long, honeyed kisses with warm tongue and nibbling and sucking and moaning and smiling and breathing each other in.
Dean says, “Need you.” And Cas slicks his cock with lube. Staying just like that, Cas hooks Dean’s leg over his forearm and guides himself into Dean’s ass.
With a hitched breath, Dean’s mouth falls open as Cas pushes inside. He holds the side of Cas’ face, keeps their foreheads pressed together, and slightly rocks back to swallow more of Cas’ cock.
“God, Dean, you feel so good.” Cas whispers into his mouth.
“I love your cock.” Dean says, meaning it.
Cas smiles, “I know you do, baby.”
Dean tips his head back, groaning, and says, “Fuck me.”
Despite Cas already being inside him, already steadily fucking him, he says, “Ask me nicely,” and the authoritative tone is almost enough to send him over the edge.
“Please, Cas,” Dean begs, “I need you. Please, fuck me.”
Cas rolls him on his back and Dean wraps his legs around his waist. Cas holds his hands down over his head and Dean links their fingers together.
“Say it again,” Cas commands.
“I need you,” Dean whines and Cas punctuates it by slamming forward and Dean cries out.
“Again.”
“I need you, Cas. I need you.” And Cas fucks him like he means it. Like it'll save them.
They move together, breathe together. Dean chants it, over and over, and Cas fucks him like it's the only thing worth doing. He kisses Dean’s neck, his collarbone, his throat, his earlobes, and Dean squeezes their hands, sweaty palm to sweaty palm.
Then Cas is back to his mouth and Dean latches on, kissing him like his life depends on it and Cas kisses back like he wishes he could live on nothing but Dean's saliva.
“You're so good for me, Dean.”
As always, his praise makes him dizzy, and he's close.
Dean says, “Fuck, fuck, just like that, oh fuck, please.”
Cas says, “You're perfect,” and Dean comes untouched, spilling up their bellies, and Cas follows immediately after, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside Dean’s ass as he comes and Dean squeezes him, pulling him in deeper and Cas responds with a dirty scraped out noise in the back of his throat, mouth a wet smear on Dean’s cheek.
Slowly, Dean's pulse returns to normal and Cas slides off him but not far and Dean kisses his temple and says, almost laughing, “Jesus, that was good.”
Cas hums, tired and pleased, and turns Dean away from him so he can wrap himself around his back. Cas kisses his neck, his ear, and whispers, “I'm so lucky I found you.”
And Dean’s out like a light, with Cas’ hand over his heart and a smile on his face.
It's not until later, when Dean wakes up with an arm slung over his waist, hot breath tickling the hair at the nape of his neck, that he fully understands just how much he's truly lost himself. How long he was trapped under Cas’ spell this time.
Dean's not restrained either. He's completely free and he didn't fight back at all. He didn't even try to sneak away while Cas slept. It just happened, with his complete and total consent.
He lays there, frozen with a sick realization, terrified to move, terrified it's real and he might not wake from this nightmare. Dean's falling in love with his captor. With his rapist. Their rapist.
Lisa and his loyalty to her feel like a distant dream. He's weak. He let this happen. And when Cas stirs awake and kisses the meaty part of neck, Dean arcs against him and lets it happen. And when Cas presses himself back inside, filling him up like he was made to be there, Dean just lets that happen too, pushing back to take more of him.
But then Cas tells him he's good, tells him he's perfect, and every ache in Dean's body fades away and every thought in his head disintegrates until there's nothing left but: Cas.