Dean sat in his cage, thinking about his new Master.
He hadn't met the man, but he'd heard his caretakers talking about him. Dean knew the man's name was Castiel and that he was very rich. He had bought Dean a real slave collar already and a new chastity device, both of which he was wearing. Benny, the caretaker who had given Dean both of these items, had told him that he was very lucky to be getting a rich owner.
Dean was very excited. He had never had a Master before. He'd been at Alastair's Slaves for 5 years, ever since he gave up his human rights to save his little brother from his abusive ex-girlfriend.
The only people Dean had spoken to in 5 years were Benny, his trainer, and his doctor. He wasn't allowed to speak to anyone else.
It was a Thursday when Castiel came for him.
Benny had opened his cage and clipped a brand new leash to his collar. Dean had a hard time holding in his excitement.
"Remember, Dean," Benny said as they started walking, "don't look him in the eye. Good slaves keep their heads down unless told otherwise."
Dean nodded and stared at the floor, a big smile on his face, ignoring the other cages he could see in his peripheral vision.
When they finally walked through the door at the end of the room, Dean wanted to shout with joy. He could hear Alastair talking and he knew his new Master was in the room.
"Here he is," Alastair said. "Isn't he beautiful?"
"Yes," the gruff voice of his Master said. A shiver went through Dean. "He is properly trained, correct?"
"Oh, yes," Benny answered, "I've sat in on many of his training sessions. He is one of the most obedient slaves I've ever met."
Dean felt himself blush.
"All your paperwork is in order," Alastair said, "all that's left is for you to take him home. Benny."
Dean felt the leash swing as it was handed to Castiel. He was close to jumping up and down.
"Hello," his Master said to him as soon as they got into his limo.
"Hello, Master," Dean said, eyes on his hands.
"You may look at me."
Dean obeyed and was amazed at how beautiful Castiel was. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue and his hair was dark and perfectly tousled. Dean guessed he was around 35. He was wearing a dark green sweater and ripped jeans, not something Dean would expect a man like Castiel to wear.
Castiel was sitting right next Dean, but he wasn't touching him. It made Dean uncomfortable.
"How well did they train you?" Castiel asked.
"Very well, Master," Dean said. It was the truth. Dean was punished for making the slightest of noises when he wasn't supposed to.
Castiel ran a finger along his collar. "Do you like this?"
"Yes, Master," Dean replied. "I like the chastity belt, too. Thank you very much. I look forward to serving you."
Castiel smiled and Dean felt his heart skip a beat.
He's just so beautiful, he thought.
He was slightly startled when his Master grabbed a fistful of his hair and gave him a deep, openmouthed kiss. Dean closed his eyes kept his mouth open, letting his Master's tongue explore his mouth. It was his first kiss with his Master and Dean wanted to shown how perfectly submissive he was.