So I was bored and randomly came up with this idea. Destiel has become my new OTP, so it's time I et a story out about these boys! It'll probably only be 3 chapters or so, but you never know.
LOTS OF DESTIEL SMUT IN THIS FICTION. M/M, slave/master, etc. If you don't like it, I suggest you read elsewhere.
Castiel stood in line with the rest of the angels, excitement fluttering through the lot of them. Today was the day they would be displayed to thousands of wealthy individuals who were interested in purchasing their own angel, the use of which would be primarily sexual pleasure.
"Remember what I told you," said Crowley, their trainer. "The doors will open and your name will be called. You will walk to the middle of the floor, smile prettily, and do exactly what you're told. Then, the bidding will begin and the highest bidder will be the lucky one to take you home. Understand?"
Crowley smacked Castiel, who'd been too preoccupied by the chatter of the crowd that came from behind the closed doors. Castiel whimpered and held his face. The other trainers had spent hours on each angel, making sure they looked perfect to be presented. If he wasn't perfect, he'd been warned, then no one would want him, and he'd be sold to a cheap master who would not take care of him.
"Do you understand?" Crowley asked, inches from Castiel's face.
"Yes, sir," he replied, as confidently as he could.
Crowley fixed Castiel's thin robe that clung to his naked body. "No need for you to look so worried. You're the best product we have. Everyone out there will be bidding for you."
The angels didn't mind being referred to as an item to be sold. They were raised with this knowledge, and nothing else. The caretakers were very good to them, making sure each angel would turn out to be a desirable commodity. They were fed the finest of foods, groomed endlessly, and were told that they were being prepared for their true masters, who would take them home to care for them, while the angels fulfilled their duties.
The doors opened, sending Castiel's stomach into a knot. He suddenly hoped that his name would not be called first, so that he would not have to face the thousands of people watching and judging him. He'd been told countless times since he was born that he was a special angel, one that men would die to get their hands on. He'd always. taken it for the compliment that it was, but it suddenly felt more like a threat.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," said a booming voice from the other side, "to this year's first angel auction. I believe you'll find today's selection to be one of the finest we've had yet. Man's Angels breed the finest angels together to create the quality product you expect from us. They are well fed, trained, and groomed to exceed standards. They desire nothing but to please their masters and find themselves restless when they are not given the opportunity to satisfy. Most importantly, every single angel sold is 100 percent pure virgin. They will crave only their master's touch."
The crowd applauded and then was suddenly hushed by the auctioneer. "Let's start this auction, shall we? Our first piece is perhaps the finest of his age range. Bred to withstand even the... roughest... of circumstances, and certainly blessed with a beautiful face to match, is our very own Castiel! Cas, come on out here."
Castiel took a few steps forward, then hesitated at the sight before him. People were seated in a full circle around the floor, with dozens of levels elevated so they could look down on the angel. He looked back to his fellow angels for support, but Crowley was right behind him, nearly shoving him out of the tunnel.
The crowd went silent as he took the long walk to the center of the floor, where the auctioneer he recognized as Zachariah, stood. Zachariah circled him and continued speaking about Castiel as if he couldn't hear. "As you can see, Castiel has a very small frame, fit for men and women alike. And with a face like this, you'll want to show him off every opportunity you have!The crowd chuckled and he turned to the angel. "Castiel, could you please remove your robe now?"
The angels were raised to be comfortable bearing their bodies to others, but Castiel couldn't help blush when he disrobed himself to the thousands watching him.
"Ah, such a fine body this one has. Thin, yet defined muscles. Castiel, would you spin around for this lovely audience? Yes, that's it. Thank you. Not only will he be a great addition to your bedroom, but this one also has a basic knowledge of the human language and is very intelligent for his kind! Since he's such a hot commodity, we'll start the bidding at twenty thousand."
Well over half the stadium raised their hands. Castiel could feel himself getting more nervous, but continued smiling nonetheless. As the amount of hands dwindled down, he was asked to perform other simple tasks, such as bending over, getting on his hands and knees, and other things that just made him blush more.
"Wow. Ladies and gentlemen, we are up to eight hundred thousand dollars for this lovely angel. Do we have any takers?"
Only one raised their hand at this offer. Castiel tried to get a good look at the person's face, but the only thing he could see at this distance was clearly a man in a suit, with a hat covering his eyes. He wondered if this mysterious man would be his new master.
"We have a winner!" Zachariah stated, then requested Castiel put his robe back on. He was guided to the other side of the floor, where another tunnel stood. He waited there and his robe was replaced with clothing and a slave collar, a symbol that he was now under the command of a master.
The man who had bid on Castiel was led into the tunnel.
"Hello, master." Castiel bowed his head in respect.
The man looked at him harshly. "I am not your master. I am to escort you back to the castle, where you will be greeting him."
Castiel nodded in understanding and did everything this man said, leaving his old life behind in a quick daze. He was put into a carriage, then promptly locked inside. Castiel didn't understand why this was necessary, but he knew better than to question those above him.
Castiel had heard of castles, but was not prepared for the grand structure before him. It was a hundred times bigger than any building Castiel had seen, which admittedly wasn't that many. Guards watched the outside as night began to fall, sending a brilliant ray of orange to outline the grey bricks. The land was vast, and Castiel wondered if he'd be given the chance to roam it.
The man unlocked Castiel's carriage. "Out," he commanded.
Castiel followed him through the many hallways, luxuriously decorated and occupied with servants. They all paused to watch as he passed them. Finally, he was taken into a bedroom on the second floor, though not as big as one would expect such a wealthy man's to be.
"This will be your bedroom," the man stated. "You will wait here for Master Dean to introduce himself and remain in here until he requires your services. Understood?"
Castiel noddedThe man left without another word, shutting and locking the door behind him. This was not at all what Castiel imagined it to be. He'd been told that he would find his true master, who would love and take care of him. Not shoved in a room and only used when the master pleased. He'd only thought those stories were myths the older angels told to scare the young ones.
He sat on the bed, patiently waiting his master to come. he noticed that the castle was not lit with electricity, but rather torches. It had a very formal and Victorian feel to it, which made Castiel wonder if this was the castle of royalty. Although he was frightened of the harshness that seemed to come from these people, he was excited to find out who exactly they were.
It was an hour later that he heard a rustle at the door. Castiel immediately stood to face it when a man entered, clad in royal uniform. Castiel gasped at the beauty of the man, with a muscular figure that was just right and emerald green eyes that pierces through his pools of blue.
"Master..." Castiel said, sinking to his knees and bowing his head.
Master Dean waited a moment before responding. "Rise."
Castiel did so without hesitation. He watched as Master Dean examined him thoroughly, taking in every inch of Castiel's body. He went behind Castiel, not touching or commenting, until Castiel felt a hand wrap around his neck and Master Dean's body pressed against his own.
"I am your master and that's what you will call me. You're here only to serve my needs when I require it and you will do exactly as I tell you. If you disobey me, there will be punishment."
"Yes... Master." Castiel managed.
"Good," Master Dean praised. "Now remove your clothing."
Castiel wasn't expecting to offer himself so soon, but wasted no time in removing the few clothes he was given. He stood before Master Dean, feeling just as exposed as he had when standing before the thousands of people.
"Fuck," Master Dean said, staring at Castiel's small body. "You really are as pretty as they say."
Castiel smiled, but stopped when a hand fisted his messy hair and pulled his head back. "Now lean over the bed, face down."
Castiel did as he was told, peeking back after a moment to find Master Dean hastily removing his own clothes. He was caught, though, and Master Dean pushed his head into the mattress, pressing his body on Castiel's.
"I thought I told you face down."
"I- I'm sorry, Master Dean."
Master Dean removed himself from Castiel and a jingling of a belt was heard. Castiel turned his head on instinct toward the sound, but found he was caught again when a sharp smack hit him on the arse.
Castiel screamed in pain. He'd been trained in punishments, but had never experienced something so harsh on his skin.
"If you make noise, I'll only do it again," he warned.
Castiel muttered a weak, "Yes, Master Dean," before pushing his face back into the mattress.
Another smack hit him before he could prepare himself for it, causing him to once again scream in pain. More followed, until after the tenth strike, he finally lowered his outcry to an in audible whimper. Master Dean tossed the belt aside and knelt down, placing gentle kisses on the red marks.
His entire demeanor seemed to change into a kind, gentle one. "You did so good, angel. Will you disobey Master again?"
Castiel lifted his head just enough to be heard. "No, Master Dean."
"Good. Now I'd like you to get on your hands and knees up at the headboard."
Castiel did as he was told, spreading his legs so that Master Dean could see all of him.
Another murmur came from Master Dean, but Castiel did not dare look. He faced the intricately designed headboard and waited for further instruction. The bed moved a few moments later, and Castiel yelped as a finger pushed roughly into his arse.
Though angels naturally self-lubricated when aroused, the sting of the intrusion hurt Castiel. He whined as the finger pulled part of the way out, then pushed in again.
"I cannot wait to get my cock inside of your tight little hole," Master Dean said. "God, you look so delicious with those big blue eyes that just beg to be fucked. Well guess what, I'm going to dominate your arse right here and now, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Castiel remained quiet, his thoughts running in circles. Wasn't sex supposed to be the greatest part of having a Master? Why would Castiel not want it? Regardless, Castiel's reluctance only made him tighten more, making it even more painful when a second finger entered.
"That's it, let Master know how it feels to have your pretty arse penetrated for the first time."
Castiel just realized he'd been crying, tears running down his cheeks. "It... It hurts, Master Dean."
He shushed Castiel gingerly. "It's okay, you're with your master. You'll come to enjoy this soon. Hopefully."
That last comment made Castiel shudder. Master Dean's fingers left Castiel, causing another whimper to escape his mouth. He knew what was likely to come next, but was surprised when he was commanded to sit up. He did so, despite the harsh stinging of his wounds.
Castiel got his first look at Master Dean's naked body. It was as muscular as Castiel had expected, strong and powerful enough to hold Castiel and fuck him as long as he wanted. His penis looked just as intimidating, sticking straight out in front of Castiel. He noticed his own beginning to harden at the sight of Master Dean's body.
"Do you enjoy looking at Master's body? Does it make you hard?"
Castiel couldn't peel his eyes from Master Dean's cock as he replied, "Yes, Master Dean. Looking at your body makes my cock hard."
"Such a smart angel," Master Dean said, then moved close to Castiel so that his cock was aligned with Castiel's mouth. Castiel wanted immediately to take it in, to please his master, but he knew better than to act before commanded. Master Dean ran his fingers through Castiel's hair before fisting the black locks and pulling back.
"Open," he commanded.
Castiel opened his mouth wide, his oh-so-fuckable lips stretching wide for his master. Master Dean pushed forward, only halfway in before pulling out. His eyes fell back into his head as he moaned in the pure ecstasy Castiel's warm, slick mouth gave him. After a moment to take in the feeling, he pushed back in-all the way this time.
Angels naturally didn't have a gag reflex, so it was easier to take Master Dean's persistent and pounding thrusts that followed. He applied the techniques he'd learned-pushing his tongue up against the underside of Master Dean's cock, humming(which may or may not have been partially Castiel moaning in his own ecstasy), kneading Master Dean's balls in his delicate fingers.
Pre come leaked from Master Dean into Castiel's mouth. The angel had never tasted something so sweet and sticky and right. It was as though he'd craved the taste of his master's come even though he'd never had the chance to try it before. The angel happily lapped it up and sucked even more out.
Castiel was now fully hard and aching to touch himself, but he kept his hands off, instead focusing on his master. He could feel his master starting to tense, so he worked harder to pleasure him. Instead of releasing himself in Castiel's mouth, Master Dean pulled the angel back by the hair and commanded, "Back on your hands and knees."
Fear filled Castiel, as he knew what was about to happen. If having Master Dean's finger inside of him hurt, how would he be able to take in that large cock?
Castiel didn't have time to ponder over it. Master Dean roughly grabbed Castiel's shoulders for support and thrusted mercilessly into him, then continued to pound the fragile angel at a threatening rate. Castiel tried gripping onto the sheets for support, but he couldn't stop the pained cries that escaped him.
"Not what you thought it'd be?" Master Dean chuckled. "God, you're so tight. I bet you've waited your entire life for this moment, ready to give your master whatever he pleases. Isn't that right, you little cock slut?"
"Yes, Master- uhn." Castiel was cut off by a harsh slap. "I crave my master's cock. Want it inside of me. I want to feel my master as he-oh- comes and be punished when I've done wrong."
Master Dean began tensing again, his release quickly building inside of him. He let go of Castiel's shoulders and leaned down, wrapping his arms around the angel's tight stomach. With only three more thrusts, Castiel could feel the hot cum shooting inside him. He moaned with his master, savoring the moment by staying quiet and still together.
Master Dean pulled out soon after, not giving the least bit of worry to the angel's sore body. He stood over Castiel and observed as he rolled onto his side and curled into a ball, trying to cover his tear-soaked face with his hands. The excess come began dripping down his thighs and pooled onto the bed.
Master Dean lowered so that his mouth was next to Castiel's ear. "You are mine, angel. Mine to use as I please and do as I please. I suggest you get used to the way things go around here quickly. You will be kept in here except on occasions I require otherwise." He stood back up, dressed himself and walked to the door. Over his shoulder, he added, "I'll have someone come to clean you up. Don't expect it every time."
Castiel mumbled a soft, "Yes, Master Dean," and curled in on himself further, begging the pain to subside. Not only was the physical pain hurting him, but also the emotional separation from his master. The first sexual experience an angel had created a strong bond that was difficult to break, part of which required the affection of the angel's master.
I will never get that from Master Dean, Castiel thought. I will be pained by this estrangement for the rest of my short life.
Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! There is more soon to come;)
Next chapter: Does Master Dean have a dark secret? How will Castiel handle constantly being used for Master Dean's pleasure?