Phil's P.O.V.
Dan ravished me with his eyes, drinking in my naked body. I was in shackles, our favourite piece of equipment, spread-eagle. I was ready, oh so ready, but Dan, he liked to do things his way, especially now.
"Dan, please! How long are you going to leave me like this?!" I desperately asked.
"As long as I wish. I could leave you here all night long, and you would still be here, all ready and waiting for me. I could do as I pleased, whenever I pleased. Would you like that?" He held his face just centimetres from mine.
I whimpered in response, whether in agreement or not, I couldn't tell.
Dan mischievously looked at me, and sauntered out of the room.
"NO!" I shouted.
There was no answer. After what felt like hours but was probably only a matter of minutes, Dan stalked back into the room, like a hunter seeking his prey.
"Did you yell at me before?" Dan asked calmly. Too calmly.
"Um, I wouldn't call yelling…" I trailed off at Dan's look.
"Don't lie to me Phil. You shouted at me, and you know I don't like it when you yell at me."
I heard a knocking on the door and Dan went to answer it. Oh no! Dan really was angry this time.
"Welcome Dean, thanks for coming at such short notice." They entered the room, and what I saw was this absolute sex god of a man.
"Phil, this is Dean Winchester, he has come to help in your punishment."
I nodded in submission.
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