Dean moved quietly through the dark stone hallways the only light a lantern he took from a hook in front of the bathing hall. Most of the brothers were sleeping or having personal prayer. Dean went to a window and looked for signs of anyone in the vineyard or outbuildings but there was none.

The full moon cast a haunting glow over the rows of vines laden with fat clusters of grapes. The scent was fresh and heady covering the less pleasant smells of the area such as the livestock sheds.

Castiel walked silently up behind Dean and waited for him to turn around, when he did Dean took in a breath and his heart raced. Castiel didn't know him and Dean needed to garner his favor in order to protect not only the angel but himself and Sam. Castiel was the final judge on all matters concerning the brothers and any infraction was dealt with swiftly and at times cruelly.

Being a monk came with it the vow of celibacy and in turn opened a new door to bizarre pleasures of the flesh that never crossed the threshold of breaking that most important vow made in the presence of God himself.

Pain became pleasure, reenacting sinful violations of self gratification, flogging, beatings, restraints and verbal abuse were part of daily life at Winchester Monastery.

The older monks often spied on the novice monks in training while they changed and bathed , afterward the ones that watched would privately punish themselves until they brought themselves to orgasm and the cycle would start all over again.

In Dean's world he called it a night at the club but here it was a way to bend the rules. He was worried for Sam, his brother was only fifteen and indeed still unspoiled, the perfect target for every deviant around.

Dean tried to think of what to say and how to say it, "Father, forgive me I was looking for my sleeping quarters. I am new here and still getting my bearings." Castiel's blue eyes actually shone with light in the darkness, Dean assumed that is why the others believed he came from angels.

Castiel pulled the belt off Dean's robe and let it fall open, he took stock of the nineteen year olds body and enjoyed the vision of thick, hard muscle, the chiseled face and piercing green eyes.

"You are a liar, I know you are looking for my novice as am I. Perhaps we can find him together." He held out his hand and Dean took it cautiously, "Do not worry, I will not harm you."

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Brother John had Samuel in the grain shed, the boy was sitting on a large sack of grain nervously waiting for confession. He knew only Father Castiel could take the confession but Samuel also knew he couldn't fight the older man, he would never win. Samuels life there had been full of physical and sexual abuse from the others, he felt alone in a place full of people.

When Samuel would make a friend with a younger monk or another novice the others would separate them or church elders would come and take them away as lovers or servants. Samuel had been fortunate or unfortunate depending on the day, of being hidden away when visitors came by, Father Castiel who favored Samuel among all others kept him for himself.

…..

Brother John made him stand and opened his robe, Samuel could see the lust mixed with disgust in his eyes. "Sit back down and open your legs, show me the sinful act that was committed during the bath."

Samuel let his robe drop to the floor and sat back down, he lay back and opened his legs wide knowing exactly what brother John wanted to see. He was like all the others wanting one thing. "Brother Dean touched me here." Sam's fingers trailed down his stomach into the downy pubic hair above his cock.

Brother John slapped his face, "Call me Father, now continue, act out the sin." Samuel's eyes welled up with tears, "I am sorry…Father," Samuel held his shaft, "he took my penis and stroked it like this." He moved his hand firmly trying to become excited enough to perform.

Brother John slipped his hand into his own robe and touched himself, later he would flog himself as repentance but for now the older man enjoyed the sight of the boy young enough to be his child splayed open and trying to make himself hard. Brother John had no such issues and his large, thick member was already weeping . He often fantasized about the boy, picturing him bent over as John pumped inside him and took the boy's precious virginity.

The punishment would be banishment or death from the Abbot, and no one would dare to rape the boy. Instead they took what they could from him in private without actually fucking him.

Samuel kept his eyes closed and pictured instead it was Father Castiel or the new monk brother Dean watching him, making him perform like a wanton woman. The fantasy worked and he was able to achieve an erection.

John knelt beside him, jerking the boys arm roughly, "talk, tell me what it felt like." Sam ran the memory on a loop through his brain rapidly working his cock. "He is so handsome Father that I let him touch me, I did not pull away or protest. Brother Dean has hands that are very skilled and it felt like I was in heaven."

John sucked the hard nipple on the boys chest then bit it for good measure, Samuel cried out in pain. His punishment was John biting the other nipple even harder and drawing blood.

Samuel started to cry and he became flaccid, "I'm sorry Father I cannot show you." He grabbed his robe and covered himself then curled up waiting for the beating to come.

John climbed on top of the boy and kissed him, "I will make you bleed even more, would you like that? Bite you someplace else even more delicate, leave my mark…you are so lovely." He forced his tongue into Samuel's mouth and pressed until he bruised the tender lips then pulled away, "I could beat you, if you were mine I would tie you up and never let you go."

Samuel started to cry, "Please I cannot breath." John rolled on his back pulling the boy on top of him, "Tell me the rest of the story then if you penis will not cooperate, sit over mine and move your body."

Samuel caught his breath and continued, "Brother Dean stroked me until I released into the bath water."

"I watched you both, what else…tell me."

"He took his penis and pushed it in my cleft and moved until he also released."

"Was he large, did he enter you, steal your gift?"

"Yes very large I could feel it, no I am intact."

John grabbed the boy's hips and moved his body over his cock, John push up and cried out, "My beautiful boy…my Samuel." Sam felt the rush of warm fluid between his legs from John and felt the jerking movements. When John was done he shoved Samuel off him and the boy crawled over to his robe and slipped it on.

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Father Castiel and Dean searched the huge building when Dean spotted a light from the grain storage, they went outside and Father Castiel put out the lantern, "Let my eyes guide us brother."

When they looked through the opening in the building Dean saw his father John Winchester with his eyes closed, catching his breath, Sam was clutching his robe closed. Dean staggered back and began to vomit violently.

Father Castiel opened the door and grabbed the monk by the neck throwing him against the wall, he proceeded to beat brother John within an inch of his life.

Dean went inside and helped Sam up. "Come on Sammy…yeah I know, your brother Samuel, just come with me baby boy, I got you ok?"

Dean brought him to the bathing area and took some of the constantly heated water washing him down. Samuel sat there quiet and defeated letting Dean do what he wanted.

Dean got him up and searched for something to put on him, he spotted laundry hanging to dry and grabbed a robe putting it around Samuel. "Come on sweetheart I'll take care of you."

Father Castiel came back, his hands were covered in cuts and bloody, "Tomorrow he will be leaving, banished and marked for all to see." The Abbot took the boy from Dean, "thank you for helping him, he means everything to me." Dean followed them back to the Fathers chambers and walked inside, Castiel turned to him, "What is it you want?"

Dean didn't want to lose Sam again, "I just…could I stay here with you both, please Father?" Dean went to his knees and bowed his head, "I will do anything you want."

The abbot raised Dean's chin and looked at him carefully, he saw pain and worry in the beautiful green eyes and it touched his heart, "Yes you may stay if you wish brother."

Dean sat back on the floor in relief and cried, everything he saw was too much for him to handle. Dean knew John Winchester was just a character that looked like their father but it was difficult to take what he saw.

Father Castiel disrobed and sat on the edge of his bed, he motioned for Samuel to come to him, first the boy striped having done this many times before and kneeled at the Abbots feet looking up at him with questioning eyes, he only lived to please Father Castiel who, in his own way, loved Samuel.

Dean looked at his brother's bare back and the faint marks were there, it was as if Dean was feeling each lash his brother took to gain those scars.

He watched as Sam smiled up at Castiel and that was when Dean realized the angel could do what he wanted to his brother and he would take all of it for Castiel.

Samuel kissed the cut hands of his protector, "Thank you Father, I own you everything…I love you so much. I know it is wrong but I cannot stop this burning inside for you."

Father kissed him gently, "You know those thoughts are wicked son," Castiel spoke in his ear low and soft, "I will need to spank you…but you might enjoy it too much."

Samuel got up and walked quietly over to the wall where a short leather paddle hung, he took it down and handed it to Father Castiel, his hazel eyes were almost black, "Look at me Father, I can't control my body." Samuel was erect, so hard his cock was flushed a deep pink and his balls were already tight.

Dean watched with fascination as Castiel sat back on the bed and his brother went to lay over the angels lap, they both positioned themselves so their cocks were pressed against each other and the angel began to paddle him.

Father pressed down on his back so the boy couldn't move and then the first blow came, Samuel tried to squirm but the Abbot held him in place and he brought another blow to the already red cheeks. Father Castiel closed his eyes and Dean could tell his breathing was quicker.

"Do you understand why you cannot love me that way…I must fight my feelings for you at all times but even I find it difficult to resist you my beautiful, desirable boy…my perfect gift." Fathers face contorted with agony at not being able to love Samuel as he wanted, to give him every pleasure there was.

He released Sam and they fell back on the bed both in tears pressed together tightly. They moved very little but it was enough to cause Samuel to throw back his head and cry out as he covered the Abbots belly with semen, his lover was close behind him and cried tears of shame as he mingled his seed with the boys.

Father Castiel held Samuels sweet face, "Tomorrow the Bishop arrives and I will hide you. I will die if you are taken from me, I will never allow it."

Dean sat there with his mouth open and his eyes wide, it was the most erotic coupling he could remember ever seeing.

Castiel became aware of Dean again and motioned for him to join them, he gladly crawled in the middle and they fell asleep holding each other.

TBC