"W-where... where am I?"
Castiel sluggishly opened his eyes, disoriented. His head, it ached. He tried to bring his hand up to his forehead but found out that his wrists were restrained behind his back. What...? He wriggled, to no avail, just to realize his ankles were bound too. His heartbeat increased. Trembling, he took a breath to calm down and figure out what was going on. The last thing he remembered was... Dean, calling out his name as he stepped away... And then? How had he ended up in there? Castiel strove to focus his vision, still a little blurry, and looked around. It was quite dark, but he could distinguish some shapes from the shadows. They looked like... pews. The sudden click of a switch turned on the light and illuminated the room. Yeah, they were pews and there was an altar too. "You've woken up at last" A familiar voice stated from his right. The inmate turned to it and flinched as he saw Bobby standing there. Memories of their conflict in the shower room resurfaced and overcame him. W-what did the officer want from him? He walked toward him and Castiel, naively, tried to move back, forgetting about the restraints which didn't allow him to escape. Soon, Bobby had caught up the distance between 'em two. "No one here to interrupt us this time..."
"H-help! Somebody help me! Dean!"
"Scream all you want. Nobody ever comes to this chapel"
Castiel was wary of his words and shouted again, louder. Upset, the guard slapped him across his face so hard the prisoner fell to the ground. He lay there, curled up and in shock, feeling a small bruise swelling on his cheek. Then, when he tried to get up, Bobby planted his foot on his back and pinned him down, crushing him to the floor. "P-please. I... I can't breathe..." Castiel begged, with a heavy whisper. The officer didn't remove his foot, at least not immediately. He took his time to enjoy the poor dog rasping out under him before lifting his sole. Castiel coughed and panted, his ribcage free to expand again. He flipped around and looked up at Bobby, sheer terror upon his face. The guard was serious, wasn't messing around nor taking it easy. The inmate was in fear for his life. He thought about crying out once more but in the end, he decided against that. It wouldn't have mattered. Dean and Sam were not there to save his ass this time. He had to fend for himself. "W-what do you plan to do? R-rape me?"
"Don't be silly. I just want to try your pretty mouth, maybe cum on your face. That's all"
"And then? Will you let me go?"
Bobby nodded, a devious grin on his lips. Castiel simmered down, as far as possible. If everything he needed to do was blowing the officer in order to go back to his cell safe and sound, he would have. He sat up, his eyes fixed on the guard's, still uncertain whether to trust him or not. "I'm not hurting you, rest assured" Bobby ensured, his hands reaching for his belt to unfasten it. Castiel could feel his cheek still pulse after the violent bump but chose to believe him. The officer's pants fell to his knees and his shaft was already straining his underwear to be liberated from it. Bobby stroked himself through the thin fabric a couple of times, a soaked stain of precum spreading on the front before he pulled down his shorts too. His cock bounced up and down, hard and dripping as the guard wrapped his hand around the base of it and squeezed. Castiel swallowed down. The prick was certainly less thick than Dean's, about 6,5 inches in length, but with two big, hairy balls hanging low and a strong smell. His face turned into a disgusted frown, which made Bobby sneer. He grabbed the prisoner by the back of his head and just yanked him to his throbbing cock. "Suck it"
"Augh, you're hur-"
"I better not feel teeth"
"Did you find him?"
Sam shook his head and his brother hurled his fist to the wall in response. Where the hell was he? Prison wasn't a secure place, not for a kind person like Castiel. They've been searching for him for over an hour now since his brother had told Dean what had happened in the showers. He felt guilty. Maybe if he hadn't overdone it the night before, things wouldn't have ended up the way they had. Castiel would be somewhere in the cafeteria reading under his watchful eye. God how he liked his cellmate with his nose in a book. "We gotta find him" Dean said, not losing his nerve. Other prisoners were helping 'em in the research and, if necessary, he would have gone to Crowley. Sam fondly touched his shoulder and it made him snap out of the hundred thoughts haunting him. That was slightly better. He forced himself to smile at his little brother and didn't give up hope. He had promised Castiel he wouldn't have let anybody lay a hand on him and he was going to keep his word. "We can't find Castiel? Let's go for Bobby. Somehow I feel he will not be too far away"
"Dean... If you're right and Bobby is with Castiel, what are you going to do?"
"You don't really wanna know, Sammy"
"Kaaahhkkk!"
Castiel gagged on the cock in his mouth as the officer pushed it in deep. His eyes were wide open with tears rolling down his jowls mixed with the spittle he was sputtering. The prisoner struggled to keep up, to breathe through his nose and to fight his urge to pull back. Firm hands tangled in his hair wouldn't have let him up, anyway. Bobby's prick felt different from Dean's. More unpleasant, rougher. The taste was nasty, just like the guard had just taken a piss and hadn't even shaken it. "C'mon, take it all!" Bobby commanded, tugging him by the head. If Castiel wasn't going to open up his throat, well, he would have done it himself. He urged himself deeper, going forward until the tip of his cock got to the prisoner's gullet and his balls smashed against his chin. Castiel choked again and just squirmed, his poor wrists already sore with their restraints. He attempted to move his head away, out of air, but Bobby kept holding him in place while basking in the clenching muscles of his gullet. So tight... In addition, the look on Castiel's face was priceless. He had to stop for not busting his load before the time and released the prisoner's head, with the ladder drawing back from him and finally gasping for oxygen. Bobby chuckled. "I thought you had become a pro dick slut in the past month you spent with Winchester. I must be mistaken"
"L-leave... Leave Dean out of this"
"Yeah? Then get back to sucking, dog!"
Before he had the chance to object, Bobby had pressed forward and invaded his mouth again. "Huuk!" Castiel retched as his lips were parted and the officer slipped his cock back in, pushing into his throat. Fingers locked in laces of his hair once more and... and... he surrendered to the intrusion. Putting up a fight would have only made things harder. It wasn't worth it. So he just let his jaw hang open and allowed Bobby to have his way with his throat, an opportunity the guard didn't miss. He rocked his hips, back and forth, back and forth, fucking his mouth. You could see his length bulge in the inmate's throat as he pumped, in control of the situation. Castiel wished that could finish as soon as possible and so he decided to play his part, slathering his tongue over the veiny shaft. He was filled with self-loathing for what he was doing, but if Bobby had ejaculated then it would be over. The officer grunted in pleasure at the unexpected teasing and just picked up the pace, humping Castiel's face maybe with too much fore. He could feel a familiar tingling in his groin as his hips rutted hard and fast. Shit... Reluctantly, he slowed down his plowing to a halt and let the prisoner up. Castiel wheezed, withdrawing, but didn't worry too much about regaining his breathing. He had noticed how close Bobby was and couldn't wait to end this. "O-okay, you used my mouth... Now cum on my face"
"Eheheh... Not yet. I want to fuck you first, stuff that ass of yours"
"W-what? N-no. No! You said you only-"
Bobby cut him off with a punch that knocked him out. Silence fell for a moment of two wherein the inmate tried to recover from the vicious blow he had just received while the guard was stepping out of his pants and underwear, impatiently. Castiel grumbled for the pain, his nose likely to be broken with blood gushing from his face. He wouldn't have been able to ride out, that was the truth. Now he knew. Bobby got down, positioning himself between the prisoner's legs, and pulled him up by the waist so that his ass was up in the air. Castiel didn't resist, resigned to his destiny, as tough hands grabbed the back of his pants and ripped it down the middle, exposing his pale butt. The officer's mouth watered. "Your bun... Since the day you got here, I've been waiting for this moment" Bobby explained, stroking it gently with his hands. Damn, the feel of skin under his fingers was like silk... He kneaded and groped the tender buttocks, only to spread 'em apart shortly after. Castiel shuddered as a cold breeze greeted his puckered hole. He wanted to break free, to sweep the guard off of him, but couldn't even speak. It was all in vain. Bobby, aroused, stuck out his tongue and inched forward, towards the inmate's opening. He lapped at his rim, swirling his tongue all around in small circles before propping it against the pinky entrance. It slid in quite easily and he promptly darted it in and out, eating the prisoner out. Castiel felt sick. That felt sick. Licking at another person's rear was... dirty. As the tip of the tongue inside him rotated, he couldn't hold back a soft moan. Bobby smirked in the process. What a bitch... He jammed his tongue in deep one last time and tilted his head back, spitting on the now softer hole. "Winchester had already popped your cherry, huh?"
"S-stop... please"
"Shhh... No barking, dog"
Castiel fell silent, overwhelmed by all that crap. He felt a hot hardness pressing at his rear and just shut his eyes. There was some pressure, some resistance. Bobby grasped his hip with one hand to help himself ease in and, eventually, he succeeded. The slick head of his cock went past the narrow ring and breached it. Castiel had never been in such pain as the officer didn't let him adjust nor stopped. On the contrary, he kept shoving his length further in without too much care till bottoming out. Tears flowed down the corner of the inmate's eyes as he tried to make no noise. No way he was giving Bobby the satisfaction. The ladder didn't mind, though. He enjoyed the tightness, the inner muscles spasming and squeezing his stiff shaft... Jeez, that was a really nice ass. He started to move. It was slow at first but quickly becoming more vigorous and hard, just pistoning his hips.
Castiel whined, suffering, the guard's cock filling and stretching him. He was being fucked, abused by Bobby for his own pleasure. Somehow he was grateful that his first time had been with Dean. Notwithstanding how things had turned out, he knew his cellmate would have never hurt him. The officer was continuing his restless assault, in the meantime. He pulled back from his ass all the way before plunging deep inside him again, pounding and thrusting erratically. Out of nowhere, the sound of a voice and heavy steps prompted him to stop. Readily, he put a hand over the prisoner's mouth and hid with him behind the nearby altar. The door burst open and somebody came in. "Cas!" Dean's voice echoed throughout the soaring ceilings. Castiel could hardly believe it. He tried to reply but Bobby's hand muffled his desperate screams. He fidgeted and fidgeted but the guard pinned him down with the weight of his body. He didn't give up, though. Dean looked around the dilapidated chapel but found nothing. That was the last place he could think of. Bad feelings invaded his mind and... and... He cried out at the top of his lungs. "Castiel, are you here?"
"Mmm!"
"Castiel? Cas?"
There was no answer. Dean, afflicted, headed to the door. Perhaps Sammy had been luckier. Castiel shook his head. No. That couldn't be it. He felt the officer stick his nose in the crook of his neck, licking a long stripe towards his ear, and... he lost it. He bit Bobby's hand. Taken by surprise, the guard removed his hand and he took advantage of it. "D-Dean, I'm here. Help me, please!" Castiel yell, with all the breath he could find. Bobby was rapid to shoot his arm out and grip him tight around the neck as punishment for his disobedience but Dean was more rapid to turn around and rush to where his cellmate had called him. He felt a pang. Castiel was bad off, bleeding and bruised, with the crazy officer behind his back. Rage took over him. He would have made him pay. "Dean..."
"You bastard!"
"What a piece of ass... You've got good taste, Winchester"
Dean saw red, the vein on his forehead popping out. He threw himself over Bobby who dropped the unfortunate inmate on the floor, pushing him off of his swollen manhood, and returned the attack. Castiel strove to get a hold of himself and, at the same time, follow the scuffle. Dean had driven his shoulder into the guard's s stomach, shoving him into the wall. Then, Bobby had slammed his palms into the prisoner's shoulder and was swinging 'em around intending to flip the other to the ground. Castiel climbed gingerly to his feet but soon fell again, exhausted. He actually wanted to help his cellmate, yet he had no more strength. Dean had the upper hand either way, throwing the officer to the floor with a loud thud. It was then that Bobby brought out a sharp knife from his shirt pocket and-
Castiel fought to keep his eyes open and see what was going on. He was still a bit dizzy and it was hard to be vigilant and awake. An abrupt piercing shriek startled him on the spot. "Cas! It's okay. It's over. It's all over" Dean reassured as he hurried to his cellmate and covered him around his arms. Castiel was confused. What... what had happened? He looked over the other prisoner's shoulder and saw Bobby, lying on the ground with his legs trapped under the toppled altar. H-how...? He didn't quite understand the course of events but didn't care. Dean untied his wrist to his great relief and clasped him one more time, pressing him passionately. "I've got you. I've got you"
