AN: OK I am so so so so sorry that this took SO long to publish, I promised it'd be done for christmas and it nearly was, but then I went and had half of what I had written up deleted. I've reconstructed it all and finished it now so here it is do enjoy, but trigger warnings: rape, abuse, dirty talk, ownership just general really nasty stuff you'd get from this type of story. It isn't a happy ending exactly and it isn't a happy story.
Castiel soon learnt that there was no sense of time in the Demon's realm. What wounds left on the Angels skin, although painful, was superficial. Proving to the soldier that whilst he remained in the transcendent realm, his body was a part of it.
Castiel's attempts to keep track of time ceased after this revelation, and he resided to retreating back into the depths of his mind, dreaming of heaven and his celestial brothers and sisters.
The Angel's mental retreat served him reasonably well, but memories of his family only brought forlornness as his aching body brought reminders of his current situation. So Castiel began to meditate.
Several none-existent hours of meditation passed by before the Demon returned again, waking Castiel from his trance with the magnified clacks of his footsteps. Dean smiled as he approached his Angel relishing in the panic stirring as Castiel's mind returned to reality.
"Hello again my sweet." Dean purred, trailing a hand along Castiel's jaw, still smeared with blood. He lifted the Angel's head by his chin, inspecting the sullen face, filthy of his own bodily fluids from the day before. Dean kissed Castiel on the mouth sweetly, pulling back and smiling at the chaste taste of the Angel's lips.
"Mmmmm." The Demon hummed softly, his smile growing wide and eyes flashing dangerously. "Oh, we are going to have fun today." His voice dropped to a joyful hiss and he suddenly gripped the Angel's torso lifting him, tearing him free from the hooks that held him aloft.
Castiel screamed as Dean threw him to the floor. The Angel's wings now wrecked seemingly beyond compare. Remaining feathers clumped in blood, stuck to the shattered cartilage what was the wingspan's structure. Castiel cried in pain, heaving sobs wracked his body as he attempted to curl up on his side against the force of the restraining chains.
It was pitiful. Dean thought. To see such a glorified soldier reduced to….to this.
Still with that sadistic smile on his face, the Demon advanced towards his quivering pet, stopping just short of Castiel's face; he knelt down and grasped his pet's face in his hand, pulling him by the fingers digging into his cheek. Castiel whimpered, raising his bound hands as far as they would go to grip the Demon's wrists in a weak attempt of relieving the pressure. Dean threw his head back and laughed at such a pitiful action. He pulled the Angel up so he was sitting back on his legs, supported by the Demon's powerful grip now rather than the hooks.
"I promised I'd make use of your pretty little mouth, didn't I?" He growled softly, tilting the Angel's head to the side as though inspecting how the plump – yet bitten and bruised – lips looked from another angle. Castiel made another pathetic little sound, his once bright blue eyes casting downwards, unmeeting the Demon's gaze.
Dean held the weakened soldier up with one hand as his other travelled south down the battered body. He reached for the chains that bound the Angels legs and pulled said appendages out from beneath him. "But first…." The Demon hissed in a sultry tone. "Let's take a look at what else you have to offer, yes?"
He kissed Castiel's lips once more and then growled, grabbing the bindings that held Castiel's ankled barred and yanking forward sharply, causing the bounded man to roughly fall back, legs in front and held fast in the Demon's grip.
Smirking, the Demon caressed the smooth skin with a sharp nail before snapping the chain with a sharp talon slicing through the bindings, and a great deal of skin, effectively freeing Castiel's legs.
Before the Angel could react however, Dean snatched the pale ankles in each hand, holding fast. Castiel fought back a whine, the action separating his legs, exposing him to the Demon's lustful gaze.
Dean hummed in heated appreciation. Tingles of pleasure which he felt before, now turning into thick spikes of arousal as he scrutinised the pliant man spread before him.
The Angel made such a delicious sight. Beaten. Bloodied. The silken chest heaving beneath mottled bruises and the remaining bindings, decorated even further with beads of blood and sweat. Castiel's arms were the ones now trapped behind him in an uncomfortable position, the Angel's weight pressing into both his arms and mutilated wings. The Demon's cock was already at full hardness.
In the change of position, Castiel's skull had smashed heavily against the floor, where it still lay now, turned to the side as Castiel's sobs had turned to soft, pained pants falling steadily from his lips.
Dean tilted his own head in mocking worry as he regarded the Angel's sorry state.
"Whatever is the matter, my pet?" He cooed sweetly, nuzzling an unwounded calf.
Castiel didn't respond, exhausted of the Demon's constant baiting and taunting. Dean grinned devilishly and returned his gaze to the other male's body, intent on exploring his newly exposed prize.
With a rather lustful growl, Dean spread Castiel's legs further, the pleased growls turning into purrs of appreciation as his eyes raked along the Angel's shapely length.
"I thought Angel's had no need for sexual organs." The Demon mused. "However, I can't say I'm disappointed to be wrong."
Dean's hands slid from the Angel's ankles down the expanse of his legs as he pushed the limbs apart, settling between them.
Castiel was weak. Unable to do anything as his calves were guided over the Demon's shoulder, the rest of his legs held in place by Dean's digging grip into his thighs.
Tantalisingly, Dean stroked Castiel's inner thigh before allowing one hand to travel between the Angel's legs and tease a finger along the flaccid cock. Castiel shivered in response, face reddening at the realisation of the Demon's intentions.
He had been subjected to many humiliations in his time under the Demon's captivity, but to be defiled by such a vile creature in this way would break the Angel completely.
Sensing Castiel's distress, the Demon grinned even wider, the finger trailing down the base of Castiel's cock and stroking his balls before going even further to circle his entrance.
Dean's talons grazed the sensitive pucker, prodding slightly as Dean's touches got more invasive seeking entrance to the tight hole. The Demon prodded a little more until one of those talons slipped inside. Castiel gasped at the intrusion, too sensitive in that area for the sharp claws of the Demon to go anywhere near.
Dean however had no plans in stopping; ignoring his growing arousal, he slid the sharp talon inside further at gentle pace, mindful of tearing at the walls of Castiel's insides. Once the entire talon was surrounded by the Angel's heat, Dean gave a little curl of his finger.
Castiel's reaction was immediate; with a jerk and a gasp his body arched sharply, partly out of pleasure, partly in efforts to escape the sensation of the intruding finger. Dean hummed in appreciation as Castiel let out a little whimper, his weakened body protesting heavily at the sudden movement. The Demon started to tease against Castiel's prostate again, making minute circling movements against the bundle of nerves with just the tip of his talon. The Angel's legs started to shake and Dean's cock twitched.
With that sudden flush of arousal, Dean found himself removing the sharp appendage from Castiel's heat and curled them instead around his captive's inner thigh, pulling the body up further to lick at the stimulated hole.
Castiel gasped again, but resisted his body's instinct to arch up into the hot tongue now probing against his pucker teasingly – until it pushed in. The Angel's thighs shook again, accompanied with a shuddering moan and Dean chuckled to himself penetrating the Angel further with deep long licks, and opening him up.
A pleasurable heat was spreading throughout the Angel's body, stinted by the presiding spikes of pain, but still there. Castiel focused on the pain, and not his flaccid cock beginning to fill with heat and harden. Dean continued his filthy torment making bolder strokes of his tongue, holding the quaking thighs fast in an iron grip.
In what felt like too long of a time stretch, yet too short at the same time, Castiel found himself suppressing a moan as Dean withdrew. The Demon looked pleased with himself, the arrogant grin curling at his lips, but his eyes were blown with lust, so that the poison green of his eyes were nothing but a sliver around black.
Dean began to press soft kisses to the abused flesh of Castiel's inner thigh, enjoying the feel of the silky skin beneath his lips; his heightening arousal was now beginning to demand attention, his cock straining against its confines in the Demon's robe. With a soft purr of pleasure as he lavished Castiel's skin with his mouth, Dean uncurled one hand from around his captive's leg and brought it down inside his robe to rub against the bulge of his aching erection.
The Demon let out a soft intake of breath, unable to take the stimulation anymore; he pulled his length free from his robe and pumped it once with his fist. The gasp instantly turned into a growl of pleasure and Dean allowed his mouth to travel, moving back down to Castiel's groin, he ran his tongue along the Angel's cock, half hard and bobbing tantalisingly before his face.
Castiel shuddered again, unable to stop the curl of his toes that came with the Demon's lush mouth on his cock. Dean swallowed down the Angel's length, humming in appreciation at the small, jarring spasms running through Castiel's body, and the silky cock in his mouth.
The Angel let out another whimper as Dean pulled off his cock with a wet pop. The Demon was panting softly as he licked his lips and pulled the Angel further beneath him, bending over his body to kiss his way up the captive's chest.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, my pretty little toy." Dean whispered sweetly as he mouthed at the abused flesh of Castiel's torso, who then let out a pained whine. "Fuck I could just keep you." Dean growled in response, dominant and aggressive. "Would you let me Castiel? Would you want that?" He grabbed his captive's hips roughly, flipping the Angel over to sprawl heavily on his chest in one quick motion and palming the soft cheeks of his ass possessively.
Dean ignored Castiel's whimper of pain at the movement, kneading the cheeks roughly in both hands, he spread them apart to inspect the prepared hole and whilst humming an appreciative noise, lined up his cock and pushed in.
The Angel mewled in pain, face falling heavily against the floor whilst the Demon snarled, ecstatic to finally be inside his prisoner. Dean wasted no time in beginning the new torture, pulling his cock out until only the head remained, and then thrusting roughly back inside, filling the Angel to the hilt.
After the initial intrusion, Castiel managed to brace himself against the pain of the breach, and was silent for the first few thrusts, but Dean's felt his lust was grow and began to fuck the Angel deeper and harder with each thrust, until Castiel was crying at each bite of pain.
"That's it, my sweet, so good for me. So nice and tight." The Demon panted, bending over the Angel's body to whisper in his ear and moan heavily. Dean licked at the Angel's ear, biting down on the lobe between his teeth; he pulled and groaned softly in pleasure, whilst Castiel sobbed in protest beneath him.
Dean's eyes rolled back as he fucked the Angel into the floor, the momentum rocking Castiel painfully as Dean moaned, twisting his talloned fingers into Castiel's already ruined wings making the Angel choke on his sobs. The Demon grunted in pleasure, speeding up his thrusts and snaked a hand around Castiel's whimpering body to grip his throat and bending the Angel's head back to smash his mouth against his into a searing, filthy kiss.
"You're such a perfect little toy you know that?" Dean hissed against Castiel's panting mouth. "I could heal you right now, take all the horrible pain away, you could be my perfect little pet, Castiel." Dean's grip on the Angel's neck tightened sharply. "My perfect little Angel." Heat was starting to coil in the pit of the Demon's stomach. "I'll take such good care of you." Dean was panting harder now, his thrusts becoming erratic and fierce. "Be my good little fucktoy, Castiel." Dean snarled as black spots started to dance before his eyes and his orgasm hit with the force of a punch.
The Demon's back arched, forcibly pulling the Angel's body back with him as he came, growling fiercely from the back of his throat and shuddering all over as he filled Castiel with his seed.
Dean released Castiel unceremoniously. Dropping the Angel's limp and whimpering form to the floor as he came down from his high. He sat back on his heels, the Angel still pressed beneath him as his breathing began to slow again, Dean dragged a hand through his now sweat slicked hair and grinned.
"Think about it, my little Angel." Dean smiled; reaching down to pet Castiel's broken wings gently. "Next time the pleasure could be all yours."
Castiel heaved out broken sobs, catching his breath back after the torment, but he caught the Demon's words.
"Just say the word, darling Castiel. I'll take all of this pain away right now." Dean pulled himself off of the Angel's body, his cock sliding out of Castiel's ass making the other male shudder. "I'll give you time to think, however if you need it." Dean sighed, tucking himself away back into his robes and standing over the broken body and grinned wickedly. "Although I think we both know what you're going to say in the end, so why not now?"
The only sound following Dean's words were the wracking sobs that left Castiel, he breathed heavily through his mouth, facing to the side on the floor. Dean tilted his head in interest, giving the Angel a few seconds to speak. But Castiel didn't speak, and Dean sighed and began to walk away, leaving his captive wrecked and broken on the floor.
As Dean made to leave in only slight disappointment, he was stopped by a sudden loud cough.
"Dean." Castiel croaked out.
The Demon smiled and turned around.
"Yes?"
"I'll do it." Castiel coughed again, his already gravelly voice hoarse and tense. "I'll be yours."
The Demon's smiled even wider, striding back over to his captive and lifting his head, forcing Castiel to face him.
"You'll be mine…?"
Castiel swallowed and licked at his dry bruised lips before meeting the Demon's eyes with his own and correcting himself.
"I'll be yours. Master."