Shout out to MeshackDiva and desireejones99! Lots of love for sticking with me through the years! ❤❤❤
I'm alive, my pretties! I could give you the long list of reasons why this miniseries hasn't gotten updated in three freaking years, which was not on purpose, or I could cut to the chase. I've had a few chapters fermenting, and this just happened to be the first to get finished. I've also taken the liberty of going back through all past chapters and editing them. Just some cleaning up, not an overhaul. Just because they don't all represent my current writing anymore doesn't mean they didn't at one time.
I have also gone through and put in detailed tags of the goings on in each individual chapter, something I will continue with any future chapters that get posted. Considering the nature of this miniseries, I decided it was worth any spoiler risks to give ya'll a heads up in case something was unpalatable to you personally or just not your cup of tea.
As to this chapter specifically: No, I did not mean for it to be so long. It just kinda happened. But maybe it'll serve as an offering of apology for the long dry spell.
Reminder: Feline! Alpha! Castiel and Canine! Omega! Dean.
Tags: Omegaverse. D/S relationship. BDSM. Intersex Omega. Roleplay. Bondage. Pseudo exhibitionism. Leash and collar. Spreader bar. Vibrator. Butt plug. Chains. Cuffs. Rope. Shibari. Light pet play. Classroom sex. Bit gag. Blindfold. Nipple clamps. Edging. Paddle. Crop. Flogger. Self-recording. Vaginal penetration. Anal penetration. Oral sex. Face fucking. Panty kink. Aftercare. A/B/O sex ed roleplay. The sex ed class you wish you had lol.
Enjoy!
Castiel came to a stop under a red light, hand already moving to take his phone out of the cupholder it had been deposited in when he'd left work. He'd gotten an internship right out of school, something that had turned into a job that thankfully meant he could stay in the same city with his mate until Dean made it to his own graduation. The semester following their mating they'd scraped together enough for an apartment, for all they had to share it with three roommates.
When he'd been promoted from minimum wage intern to actual employee, they'd been able to upgrade to a one-bedroom apartment, which was where he was going now. This was the last week of school for Dean, he was due to walk for his diploma in two days, starting tomorrow family would be coming into town for the occasion. Until then, they had a full twenty-four hours all to themselves. Half of Dean's professors had let students with high enough grades skip their finals, the others had been online or done on the last day of classes rather than in finals week. Which was working out perfectly to their advantage.
The Feline flipped to an app tucked away innocently in the 'Games' box, opening it and checking the status. The wireless device it had been paired with was still on 'low' and 'intermittent'. He moved it up to 'medium' and 'random'. Then after a moment's thought, switched it to 'high' instead. He liked making his mate squirm, and squirm he would. Particularly considering this particular toy had been in place since he'd left early this morning. He'd not only worked eight hours at the office, he'd run a few errands after. Gone to the store for a few odds and ends, then picked up dinner. The toy getting cranked up a notch would be Dean's warning of his pending arrival.
He set the phone back down, taking his foot off the break as the light turned green. It took another ten minutes before he was parking outside their apartment, gathering up all the bags and carrying them to the front door. The Alpha's tail twitched a bit more enthusiastically as he thrust his key into the lock, trying to stay calm and slow rather than rush things. It wasn't always easy, but if he could take his time it was always worth it.
Castiel glanced back, making sure there was no one around or driving by before he pushed open the door. He let it swing wide, tapping against the wall as he wandered inside, setting down his load just inside the living room before going to close it. The figure kneeling there didn't move, save for a twitching tail of their own as light flooded in over them, in clear view if anyone really had been going by. The Feline pointedly didn't look right at his mate until the front door was shut and locked again, tail curling in pleasure.
Dean had been under firm orders all day, the first of which was that he wasn't to put anything on. Clothes would only be permitted for emergencies or at his mate's allowance, which he had yet to give. Well, since he'd also been under orders to clean their apartment he could put on gloves as needed, but that was it. In the meantime, what he wore wasn't so much clothes as equipment. The collar Castiel had first given him was in place, of course, but a second one was settled under it. A leather band under a metal chain that acted as a choker, a leash dangling from it. The toy Castiel had been controlling remotely was a long, decent sized butt plug with an additional piece that looped around both his cock and his balls. Those he'd worn all day. But when the toy was turned up, he'd been under orders to also don the knee pads, spreader bar, and shackles left out for him. The spreader bar was set to keep his ankles an exact three feet apart, the chain between his shackles the same length.
After he'd put on the extra equipment, all of which had safety locks he could engage in case of an emergency, he was to take up a position in the middle of their living room. He was on his knees, forehead on arms folded on the floor, thighs spread, ass aimed at the front door. He uttered not a peep as Castiel went about, stowing the groceries and setting the bag of food in the microwave before returning.
"Hello, love," he rumbled, bending to pet his flank. "How was your day? You may answer."
"Good, Alpha."
"Were you able to get to everything on the list?" He'd seen it in the kitchen, everything had been checked off, but he hadn't gone through to make sure everything was to his satisfaction. There wasn't a need. Dean was thorough, always taking pride in his work. "You may answer."
"Yes, Alpha."
"Good." He bent down a little more, hand sliding around his hip to give his throbbing cock a single, idle stroke. "Are you hungry, Omega? Answer."
"Yes, Alpha."
Castiel's lips twitched. No doubt he could smell what food he'd brought in, too. This was a celebration, after all. They were celebrating Dean's graduation. He had asked what his Omega wished for, and was going out of his way to accommodate. Complete with a double bacon cheeseburger and black pepper fries from his favorite mom and pop shack across town, and his favorite craft beer.
"What would you rather do first? Accept your consequences, or eat? You may answer." It didn't matter, but he wanted to hear the answer.
"Whatever you wish, Alpha."
The Feline considered, eyes lingering over his mate as he shrugged off his trench coat, tossing it over the back of their couch. He'd come home later than usual, he was hungry himself, and no doubt Dean would be too regardless of how he'd answered. Generally food and drink was reserved for after the consequences of which he spoke, but the timing tonight wouldn't accommodate that.
So he loosened his tie, slipping it out of his collar and tossing it over his coat before bending to pet the Canine's head, fondling his ears and going back into the kitchen. He took out the bag of food, setting it on the counter and taking out a plate and bowl. He knew it would stay hot long enough to do what he intended to, but it would be barely beyond lukewarm, and it was best hot. It would make Dean's tail wag more if it was hot, anyway. He liked making Dean's tail wag.
He put the first burger on the plate, dumping some fries on with it, but just set the still-wrapped burger and sleeve of fries at the table with the napkins for himself. Then he got out two of the chilled beers, twisting off the caps. One he set on the table, the other he poured into the low, wide bowel. The Feline then set bowl and plate on a placemat on the floor by the chair he usually used at their table.
Places set, he returned to the living room and removed the spreader bar. He'd considered it, but decided to put off using him for now. That done, he picked up Dean's leash, wrapping its end around his hand and leading the Canine in through the kitchen. He followed along on hands and knees, only perking up a little when he saw the food, tail swishing, ears pricked. He stopped by the placemat as Castiel dropped his leash, shifting his weight anxiously, but didn't reach for the food or beer.
The Alpha waited until he'd seated himself to say, "You may eat."
Dean obeyed with gusto. Castiel kept an eye on him, allowing himself an indulgent smile. He'd considered putting on paw gloves, but decided against it. As much to be generous as for easier cleanup. Finger foods were more in keeping with this sort of scene, anyway. It was why he'd been given a water dish instead of a bottle or cup. The Canine was able to slurp it for the most part, though he did cup the bowl and drink what was left as it started to run low.
When they were done Castiel took away the dishes, putting them into the dishwasher before taking down another bowl. He filled it with water, then placed it on the Omega's mat along with a bar of soap. "Clean up," he ordered, going to throw away the trash.
Dean dipped both hands into the water, rubbing the bar of soap between them and scrubbing them thoroughly before rinsing them. Castiel offered him a rag to dry them before taking away everything, including the mat. When everything had been cleaned up to his satisfaction, he picked up the leash's end again, leading him into the living room.
He settled on the couch, leaving Dean to sit at his feet as he picked up the remote. "What do you think? Clint Eastwood or John Wayne?" Movies of the cowboy variety weren't as beloved to him as they were to his Omega, but he did enjoy them, and this was a celebration day after all.
Naturally Dean didn't respond. He hadn't been given permission to speak. Though he did lean against his Alpha's leg, gaze downcast. The only indication Castiel saw one way or the other was a single tail thump at 'Clint Eastwood'. So he selected one of those instead, leaning back and taking a sip of his beer as the movie began.
They had time before the next stage. Enough for two Western movies with some to spare. Dean only acted without promoting once, as the Feline was casually trying to decide which film to watch next. He looked down as a hand fisted in the cuff of his pants, tugging twice.
"Speak, Omega."
"May I relieve myself, Alpha?"
"Of course."
He released the leash he still held casually, letting it drag behind the Canine as he crawled to the bathroom. He was allowed to go upright to use the toilet and wash his hands after, but once he passed back through the threshold he was to be back on all fours. Castiel had settled on another movie before his return, another of Dean's favorites, but he waited until he was back to start it, sitting against his Alpha's legs.
There was still approximately forty minutes after the second movie before they needed to leave, so Castiel decided to make use of it. He went to the bathroom himself, then went to examine Dean's work. It was impeccable, as always. Then he set about gathering the tools they would need, taking the time to study each one carefully. He would not risk his mate, even if it was something as simple as a frayed strap.
At approximately 11:30, Castiel placed everything into a nondescript black duffle. He then laid out clothes on the bed. A pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a flannel shirt, a pair of socks, and his Omega's favorite pair of boots. He returned to the living room where Dean waited, still on his knees, head down.
"There are clothes on the bed. Go to the bedroom, remove your knee pads and wait. You may stand for that."
He went out to the car, setting the bag in the backseat, then went back inside, shrugging back into his coat. It was dark now, no one was around. That was the idea.
When he returned, Dean waited on his own two feet in the bedroom, head down. He'd removed his knee pads, but the plug and leash dangling from the choke collar remained. Castiel looked him over for a moment, then said, "Dress yourself."
Dean reached for the jeans first, stepping into them and slipping his tail through the slit in the back. Once they were buttoned and zipped, he pulled on the shirt and shrugged into the flannel. He sat on the bed's edge to pull on socks and tie his boots, returning to his position standing upright, head down, leash dangling outside his street clothes.
"What color are you, Omega? Answer."
"Green, Alpha."
That was an understatement. His mate was practically vibrating, tail wagging steadily, his ears quivering for all he still stood perfectly still. Satisfied Dean hadn't changed his mind, Castiel stepped forward to wrap his hand around the leash, turning to leave. The Omega followed at his side, close enough the leash wouldn't be easily visible. They left the apartment, Castiel locking the door. He walked to the passenger side of his car first, opening the door for his mate.
"Get in."
Dean obeyed, sitting down and clasping his hands in his lap. The Alpha tossed the leash into his lap, then shut the door.
Castiel drove them back towards campus, which took even less time than usual at this hour. They were in the last days of finals week, the campus was deserted by now. Well, the library wasn't, but it was on the opposite side of campus. Castiel knew for a fact that the Engineering building would be empty, save for them. He'd had words with a friend he'd made on the maintenance staff, who'd kindly gotten him copies of a few keys with the promise he wouldn't steal or damage anything, and would return them the next day.
The Feline found it funny, that he had to come to campus at the strike of midnight to get a good parking space. Only dumb luck got you one of the spots right at the curb during the day, right next to the handicap spots. That or getting there freakishly early.
The Engineering building loomed over them as Castiel cut the engine, glancing over at his mate. Taking in his pricked ears, his bowed head. He reached over, gripping his chin and turning his face to slant his mouth over Dean's. He kept it brief, Dean didn't like being kissed when he couldn't return the favor, releasing him and reaching to open his door. He went around, opening Dean's, taking up the leash again and fishing out their bag.
"Get out."
Once he was out, Castiel shut the door and locked the car. He started towards the Engineering building, his mate at his side. They walked down the middle of the sidewalks, in plain view, under the light of passing streetlamps. It was an odd thrill, being able to walk out in the open like this, even if it was in the dead of night.
Ears on alert, but not picking up on anything, Castiel went to the maintenance door and let them in, pocketing the key. Once inside he let the leash dangle, hearing the soft tinkle of metal as they walked. Dean fell back a little, letting it dangle between them, but not letting it pull tight or give him cause to yank him along. He stayed this way as Castiel led them into the elevator, taking them up to the second floor. Castiel didn't like having to take the elevator at this hour, but none of the first-floor rooms would do. They were larger, meant for bigger classes. The smaller rooms that were better suited to their purposes were on the second floor.
Castiel didn't miss the slight hitch in breath when he used his second key to open room 205. For some reason it was the most popular for classes pertaining to those with a mechanical concentrations. Dean had only had a few classes in it so far, but from what Castiel had picked up from all his talk about his upcoming courses he'd be spending a lot of time in this room. Now each time he walked through the doorway, he'd remember this night.
The Alpha closed the door once they were through, flipping the lights on and closing the door. He might open it later, but right now having florescent light flood everything was enough. There were rows of tables with chairs pushed beneath them leading up the raised floor, auditorium style, the front of the room equipped with four whiteboards pushed end-to-end and two projector screens that could be lowered down from above.
Castiel had scoped out this room meticulously, planning everything well in advance. This was one of the few times where Dean knew nothing of what would be done to him. In the beginning it had been a must, but as time passed and Castiel understood the nuances of his mate's desires and needs, it happened less. They did discuss all scenes afterwards, but sometimes the not knowing was part of the scene.
In honor of his graduation, Castiel had offered him whatever he wished. The Alpha would do to him anything he asked, even the more extreme things, as a celebratory gift. All Dean had to do was give him a list and the Feline would gladly grant him his heart's desire. What he had planned, from this morning to when they finally went to bed, would cover everything on that list.
Setting his bag on one of the tables that flanked the podium, Castiel turned to Dean and ordered, "Strip."
The Canine obeyed, removing all this clothes and folding them neatly. His boots were sat against the wall near the door, his clothes set atop them before he returned to his previous position. Castiel kept one eye on him, but his hands were busy laying out every single tool from his bag on one of the tables, one by one. After he'd wiped the whole thing down with Clorox, of course. Both of them, and the podium.
That done, he removed the plug, slowly drawing it out and undoing its hold on his cock and balls. He set the thing aside, turning it off, then took up a blindfold. He wrapped black silk around Dean's eyes thrice, making sure there was no chance of peeking or light getting through. He tied off the silk in a brisk knot on the side of Dean's head, securing it in place.
Castiel tipped his chin up, running his nose over his mate's scent glands, then nuzzling an ear angled back in contentedness, quivering with anticipation. "What color are you, little Omega?" he murmured, stroking Dean's cheek with a crooked finger. "You may answer."
"Green, Alpha."
"Good boy." Castiel took his elbow, guiding him around so he stood in front of the other table that flanked a podium.
When he stepped back, his Omega stood before an empty classroom, facing rows of empty chairs. The Alpha let his gaze run him up and down one last time, then went to set up a camera on one of the third-row tables, so he could get the entirety of the room's width in the frame. This way it would be close enough to get a good take of everything, and far enough to capture everything without the Feline having to constantly adjust it. He hit record, double checked to make sure the red light was on and it still had a full charge, then went to stand behind the podium.
"Good evening, class. Nice to see everyone has chosen to grace us with their presence for a change. I suppose the promise of a live demonstration was motivation enough."
As he spoke he heard Dean's breath hitch, ears pricking forward, quivering tail tucking between his legs, tip wagging. His Omega was far too shy to do anything in public, toeing the line was as close as he ever got. That being said, there had yet to be a roleplay scenario Dean didn't like.
"Remember to sign the sign-in sheet as it's passed around if you want it to count. Now, before you are eligible to take Omegas of your own, it is important you know how to handle them. They may be yours to handle and discipline as you see fit, but you are responsible for training them properly. You are also responsible for punishing them properly, without causing permanent damage. They are a valuable resource, don't forget. Besides, if someone notices, it's illegal."
Slowly walking around the table opposite Dean, he picked up a bit gag.
"This Omega has been through the entirety of the training I saw fit to give him. He has done very well, he has earned many rewards and little discipline. Everyone has their own preferences, but for myself and my needs he is ideal. Worthy enough to be mated. When the time comes, I intend to breed him. If my predictions are correct, he will be a good mother, capable of whelping strong pups." Lifting the bit gag, he tapped it against Dean's lips, ordering, "Open."
The Canine's mouth fell open. Castiel slid the gag between his teeth, pushed his jaw back up so his teeth clamped firmly on it, then secured the belting straps behind his head. He gave Dean's cheek a brisk pat, then turned back to the classroom.
"We have already covered the basics. Today we will begin with a demonstration of intermediate level restraint and discipline. I do apologize for doing this out of order, but the Omega intended for the beginner level demonstration came down with a cold yesterday. My coworker has assured me they are doing well and will be ready to preform our demonstration next week."
Castiel wandered back over to the neat arrangement of items as he spoke, picking up a set of chopstick nipple clamps.
"As you'll see in your textbook, there is an imaginative range of items to use on different parts of the body. Bear in mind that the type of stimulation you are attempting to achieve may require different items for different Omegas. Some are more sensitive to some types than others. For example, this one struggles with obedience if I use screw clamps, but does much better when I use these."
Dean held perfectly still as his Alpha opened a set of clamps just enough to slip them over a nipple pebbled by the room's chill, then the other. He didn't even flinch as Castiel flicked them each in turn. So beautifully obedient.
"Some places are more sensitive on different Omegas. Erogenous zones may be more potent with some than others, or vary in diameter. Knowing an Omega's flesh is critical in order to achieve the desired results. Expecting each one you try to be the same is irrational, and unfair to them. Unless your intent is to dole out discipline at every turn, you cannot set unreachable rules and expectations. It is better to work your way up, from few restrictions to many."
The Feline picked up a coil of rope. Course, hemp rope that was meant to be felt, meant to leave marks on flesh. Shibari had been an experiment that had gone very, very well. It had begun when Dean had stumbled onto it while watching hentai. Castiel was very attuned to his mate, which was just as well. His Omega still struggled with conveying his emotions, desires, and while he was getting better about it they still weren't where Castiel would like them to be. That being said, shibari had in itself been part of a breakthrough. His beloved was very well trained, an order was enough to immobilize him, but it was as much about restraint as being turned into a work of art. Some days Castiel would tie silk ropes into a harness or a simple knot over arms or legs, for Dean to wear beneath his clothes. Or order him to remain naked for a day while wearing a harness. They'd even dabbled in suspension a few times, leaving Dean hanging naked in ropes for hours on end, simply to be there for his mate's viewing pleasure.
The Alpha had taken classes before doing anything, of course. He'd been fascinated himself, delighted in binding his beloved in ropes, restraining him or simply turning him into a living art piece. That didn't mean he was oblivious to the risks, and refused to do a single tie on Dean until he was certain he could do it right. Nor would he do it in a scene until practiced outside one at least once.
"This Omega has been trained to adhere to a standard of rules he knows stands unless I, his Alpha, tells him otherwise," he explained, beginning with a diamond chest harness, pulling the knots snug but not so tight Dean's breathing was restricted. This particular tie was more decorative than not, even though it could be easily turned into a way to restrain Dean's arms. "Unless given express permission to do so, he is not to speak, not to utter a sound. I do lighten these during experiments with new tools or techniques, as should you. This method gets better results, I've found. Honestly this gag is more for aesthetics, he doesn't need it to be quiet. And for the discipline he will be receiving. Having something to bite down on can help an Omega endure it without breaking rules. He other standing orders are that he is not to move or cum without express permission. The only movement he is granted is breathing and the movement of his tail and ears. If you prefer strict restrictions, I recommend leaving these if nothing else. Breathing for obvious reasons. No one, not even you, can control the movement of their tail or ears. Not truly."
He paused his work when he was done with the chest harness, stepping sideways so as not to obstruct Dean from the classroom's view.
"Regardless of their gender, an Omega's nipples are generally more sensitive than ours. Be aware that piercing their nipples can potentially impact breast feeding in the future. Milk production won't be affected, but even with the piercing removed it can interfere with milk flow, or even effect the glands themselves. This is why, personally, I intend to wait until I'm finished breeding him to get them pierced." He ran a hand down Dean's flat stomach, giving his cock an absent tug. "Male Omegas may be sterile, but that is no reason to neglect their penis and testicles. They still serve as an erogenous zone, they are still just as sensitive as an Alpha or Beta's penis, and can be stimulated in similar ways. Regardless of your personal opinions on the matter, I suggest you take advantage of every method available to stimulate your Omega. Having a large repertoire of options is never amiss."
Picking up Dean's leash, the Feline pulled it snug, tugging it straight out.
"You require the Omega's permission to put your collar on them. They are also legally allowed to throw it back at you. Having a large repertoire may not ensure guarantees, but it certainly helps your chances."
Letting the leash go slack, but still keeping a grip on it, Castiel turned his attention back to Dean.
"Turn around."
When Dean had shuffled to turn himself a full one hundred and eighty degrees, Castiel rotated the collar so the leash's clip hung over his spine. Then he put a hand on the Canine's shoulder with a free hand, pushing him down, bending him at the waist until his torso lay over the podium, putting him at a lovely ninety-degree angle. That done, Castiel took his right hand off Dean's shoulder, moving it to his ass, keeping the leash in his left.
"Today's lesson is strictly observational. Next week is when you may touch. The best way to learn is by doing." Glancing back at Dean, he ordered, "Spread your feet, to a shoulder's width apart."
Dean, lying with his chest pressed to the podium's top surface, hands splayed on it, shuffled bare feet on linoleum until they were in the desired position.
Satisfied, Castiel reached both hands around, leash still on his left wrist, and dragged Dean's cheeks apart, putting pucker and pussy on display.
"Regardless of primary gender, all Omegas have both an anus and labia. Contrary to common misconception, the vagina is the channel inside, not on the outside. Here you can see the labia majora, the labia minora, and the clitoris. And yes, this will be on the exam, so write it down." He gave Dean's clit a pinch, then stroked two digits up his labia, already glistening, and held them up to show the classroom. "The ability to produce slick has multiple uses. As you can see here, it is a more subtle indication of arousal than an erect penis. It allows for easier passage when you penetrate, and can be gathered up for other uses. That being said, there is no such thing as too much lube. If your Omega doesn't have a preference, put them through their paces until they find one. Preferably more than one. Water based lubricants are preferred, they won't degrade your toys and tools over time. But the primary reason for knowing what kind to use on your Omega is because they may be sensitive to an ingredient, they may be allergic, they may have interesting reactions to their uses. It's no fun for anyone if you have to stop mid-intercourse because they've broken out in hives."
Finally releasing Dean's cheeks, he wiped the slick on his fingers off on the Canine's ass.
"While he is prepared right now, he has not been used in approximately six days. By the end of class, he will be used in all three of his available holes, and you may come take a closer look to see the difference. This Omega has not earned the discipline that will be demonstrated on him today, but he has been assured that if he is obedient, and takes what is given to him, he will be rewarded. You will get to witness my Omega taking my cum in addition to having an orgasm."
He continued working downward, using more of the rough hemp rope to make a chain stitch corset, also just loose enough for Dean to breathe normally. He added extra knots to the piece that went between the Canine's legs, pressing tightly against his cock and entrance, but tied it off in such a way it could be easily pulled away should the Alpha decide he wanted to fuck him.
"You should be familiar with the term 'shibari' by now. If you're not, then you really should attend class more. You will not be eligible to take our shibari course until next year, but this can serve as an intermediate demonstration. Both of these ties can be used to further immobilize your Omega, depending on your needs."
Castiel covered the basics as he finished off the chain stitch corset, then grabbed a second length of rope to put both of Dean's legs in loop-chain stockings. Thankfully his Omega had a preference for jeans, his wearing during pants for the entirety of the festivities wouldn't be considered odd. Which was good, seeing as the marks Castiel put on him tonight would last for days. Dean would be thrilled.
Switching to a rope of red silk, he bound Dean's wrists in front of him with a prusik head double column tie, which was far simpler than the name implied. He would have preferred to use more of the same hemp rope, zip ties, plastic wrap, perhaps metal handcuffs no padding, something that would mark Dean's wrists. But those would be visible, so he was limited to the softer bindings. He'd considered ribbon, maybe bondage tape, but settled on silk rope. It suited his purposes best for this particular scene.
After he'd finished his lesson in basic shibari, Castiel returned to his initial lesson. "When it comes time to discipline, consistency is key. So is follow through. You must lay out expectations beforehand, rules, guidelines, and what breaking each rule will bring. Only set out consequences you are prepared to dole out. Omegas are not the only ones with limitations. If you bluff too often, you won't be taken seriously. If you are too quick and too harsh, without the consent of your Omega, it is considered abusive. This can drive them away just as easily as never following through, or being too lenient. For example, this Omega knows exactly what each transgression will bring him."
Castiel reached up, undoing the bit gag, but keeping a hold on it after he pulled it from Dean's mouth.
"If you are left with a task while I am away, and you fail to complete it satisfactorily, what discipline will you receive? You may answer, and remember to speak up so they can all hear you."
"For every task my feet will be caned ten times, Alpha."
"Good. If you speak without being granted permission, if you make a sound while still under the order of silence, what discipline will you receive? You may answer."
"My Alpha allows one warning. Then…then I will sit in the discipline chair with the box for thirty minutes."
"Good." He paused, reaching over to tap a key on the podium's keyboard. "This slide shows what he's referring to. Since they will be spending a lot of time in it at the beginning I recommend more forgiving cuffs, but you're welcome to stick with metal." The computer wasn't even on, but they did have a chair, and Dean hadn't spent much time in it of late. A sturdy wooden chair, simple but reliable, that they'd picked up for cheap since it wasn't part of a set. Leather cuffs had been drilled into its front legs, two more at the end of each arm rest. A hole had been made as well, to accommodate any sort of toy the bound sitter would have inside them. Its current toy was a large dildo, for Dean to have inside him while he was strapped down. The box was just that, a wooden box Castiel had made himself, the inside covered in soft material to dampen sounds, the hinges small and well oiled, the lone hole lined with leather so it wouldn't chafe Dean's neck.
Castiel reviewed how to make such tools yourself, along with precautions on making or acquiring such things as a rule, as he put the bit gag back in Dean's mouth and resecured it. Sometimes making it yourself was a cheaper option when you were short on funds, but you had to take precautions, and not cheap out at every turn. That was half the reason they had bult some of their own equipment. The other half was simply that Castiel enjoyed crafting them, just as Dean seemed to enjoy something being used on him knowing his Alpha had made it specifically for him with his own hands.
As he spoke, he used the leash to guide Dean over to the second table flanking the podium, standing by its shorter edge. He turned his Omega so his back was to it, his side to classroom, then had him sit on that edge. He ordered Dean to lie on his back, then took the trailing end of silk rope, taking it back to thread in the narrow space between table and podium. That done, he tugged the rolling podium closer, pinning the rope in place.
"Each position has its advantages, and your textbook has a list of the most commonly used. When you decide to breed your Omega, it is recommended to mount them while they are in the doggie style position. Remember, outside of a rut you won't pop a knot. For optimal results, after ejaculation you should put your Omega on their back and elevate their hips. Cum is never absorbed, it will eventually come back out regardless, but keeping it deeper longer has been shown to improve results."
As he spoke he reached down, lifting each of Dean's ankles up off the floor, planting his feet at the table's corners. He added some extra ties to his legs, turning them into frog ties, keeping his knees at that bent position. Then he used the last of the hemp rope to give each ankle a weaving heel tie, securing Dean's feet to each table leg for good measure.
He finished covering the basics about the time he finished the ties, then stepped back. "Chastity devices are useful when you begin training your Omega. It may become a preference later on, or it may not. Some Omegas require the extra help." Reaching down and under to undo the crotch piece of Dean's waist tie, he continued, "This Omega occasionally get pleasure from such tools, but he hasn't required them in some time. Since he has displayed that he has no need of the extra help, failure to orgasm when ordered, or having an orgasm without permission, both result in the same discipline. Be sure to choose a punishment the Omega does not get any enjoyment from, without crossing the line of consent. For example, this Omega can endure weighted clamps. So if he is disobedient in his orgasms, he knows weighted clamps will go on his nipples and his clit, then he will go over my knee to be paddled. If he had an orgasm without permission, the paddle will be metal and filled with holes. If he failed to orgasm when ordered to, he will be paddled with a hairbrush. The reason for the difference is because this Omega receives a morning spanking at the start of each day, in his case it helps increase his focus and decrease rebellion. A hairbrush delivers less of an overall impact for this particular Omega, therefore it's used for the less offensive transgression. Having an orgasm without permission is far greater offence, therefore the punishment must fit the crime. The paddle I am referring to is one step below a cheese grater. When used on this Omega it not only causes greater pain in the moment, it ensures he will be marked for days to come. A reminder not to commit such a sin again. Isn't that right, pet?"
He stroked a finger up a bit of bare skin on Dean's thigh as he asked. The Canine didn't twitch, didn't make a sound, just kept drawing in steady, even breaths. When the silence drew on, the Feline chuckled, patting his thigh.
"You see? It takes time, but with patience and perseverance an Omega can be trained to meet your specifications. Technique is everything. If everyone will come to this side of the classroom, you can see his arousal. Not his cock, his labia. Come all the way around, you will want a closer look for this stage. But please keep out of arm's reach, I will need space to work, and none of you have been granted permission to touch my Omega at this time. Next month, when we reach the section on hands on learning, five Omegas have volunteered to let you practice on them while under supervision. At that time I will bring this Omega back in, to demonstrate each technique you are to practice. At that time you will be permitted to touch, and if you are having difficulty with execution there will be the opportunity to practice on an experienced Omega."
Dean's ribs shuttered. He was still taking slow, deep breaths, controlling his breathing, but his tail was wagging on the table, his cock going from half-mast to full attention. He had clearly been enjoying things so far, but the flippant promise of being used as a demonstration, of others being allowed to touch him, seemed to please him. Or the theoretical promise, anyway. The few times they'd gone to sex parties it had been strictly in an observational capacity, and the idea of participating had very clearly been a turn off. Not that Castiel was terribly thrilled about sharing anyway, so it worked out. In lieu of this, they shared the enjoyment of role play, and activities where the threat of being noticed was close enough to drive up the risk.
"As good as their being tight may feel," the Feline continued, sliding two digits inside Dean's cunt, "if they are too tight it causes them unwanted pain. Remember, a slut who enjoys their service is going to be a good, obedient slut." He stretched his fingers, working them slowly in and out. "Sometimes they may enjoy the stretch, but in the meantime it's best to make sure they are prepared. Always start slow, and use lube liberally, whether you are using their vagina or their anus. Not doing so will damage your Omega, and after a point even a pain slut will refuse to engage with you. I had this Omega prepare himself earlier today, so little prep is needed at the moment." Besides the plug, he'd been ordered to use a dildo on himself around noon today. To masturbate until he was just shy of orgasm before stopping.
Removing his fingers, again wiping them off on Dean's skin, Castiel went around the table's side.
"His nipples can be very sensitive, and these clips have been on for a little while now. If you'll recall, the purpose of clips can include both sensitization of the flesh as well as a means of control. The chopstick variety only serves the first one. His training will not allow him to move when I remove these, whether I do so gently or harshly, but he does have a little pain slut in him. Move to where you have a good view of his pussy. Watch it closely." Turning his attention to Dean's face, he ordered, "You may respond freely with your genitals while I remove the clamps from your nipples. But no more. Nod if you understand."
Dean nodded slowly. Castiel began with the right side, running a finger up over one end of the clamp a few times, tugging at it before gripping it firmly. He pulled up slowly, not easing the pressure, stretching out the Canine's nipple a bit before it pulled free. After he repeated this process with the other side, he returned them to the other table, continuing his lecture.
"The movement you saw was clinching. There is some pain that translates as pleasure, within limits. Explore this very carefully with each Omega you engage with." He stroked Dean's chest between the diamond tie ropes, rubbing his palm over tender nubs. "In a moment there should be slick starting to pool, as there was just an increase in production. This Omega clinched both vagina and anus, as a direct result of the stimulation received. All the more reason to take note of what they enjoy. Not only will the Omegas you deal with be more likely to enjoy the experience you give them, but their reaction to this additional stimulus will give you more pleasure as they clinch down on you."
He moved back around, standing between Dean's spread legs and exposed pussy. He reached down, gripping Dean's hips and moving them a little closer to the table's edge. This had the added advantage of stretching out the rest of his body even more. A beautiful sight to look upon as you undid your belt, taking yourself out of your pants just enough to use your cock. It added another layer to the dehumanization that always got Dean hot, him being less dressed than Castiel or outright naked while his Alpha was more covered, or fully dressed, only taking himself out enough to fuck him.
"We will begin with vaginal penetration. Even after taking a mate, always have condoms to hand unless you intend to breed the Omega. The only reason I am not using one now is because I have been prescribed with sterilization medication. No, it does not have severe side effects, and yes, I can go off it at any time. I recommend looking into it yourselves, as it is more affordable than a vasectomy and equally reversible. Even if this does not concern you, STD's should. Both myself and my Omega were thoroughly tested before he agreed to unprotected intercourse, as is his right, and even if your Omega does not require it I still suggest you do so."
Castiel kept a hand on Dean's hip, stroking his glistening sex with a thumb before lining himself up. He slowly pressed forward, pushing the head of his dick passed dripping labia, inside a snug, hot channel. Lids fluttering, he gripped Dean's hips with both hands, and slowly rocked home. When he was buried to the hilt, he reaffirmed his grip with his left hand, then let go with his right, in case he needed to line up again.
"What you are witnessing is traditional penetration. If you look closely you can see where the labia are stretching around my penis. While the Omega is tight around me, he is not overly tight." Looking up towards Dean's face, he asked, "Has my entering you caused you discomfort of any kind? You may shake your head 'no' if it has not, or nod 'yes' if it has."
Dean slowly shook his head again.
"There is no shame in checking in with your Omega regularly, particularly in the early stages. Everything is subject to change." He drew back out until just the tip remained inside Dean, then snapped his hips forward again, before settling into a gradual, steady rhythm as he kept up his lecture. "Even now, if he gives me a prearranged signal at any time, I will stop the class and you will be asked to step outside. The reason behind his safe word will be discussed, and depending on the Omega's wish the scene will either continue or be ended. No discipline will be given for giving a safe signal. Either ignoring a safe signal or punishing your Omega for using it is not just an illegal act, it is a dishonorable one. A breach of trust that will not only cost you the Omega, no other will allow you to use them going forward. Not that it will matter when you are incarcerated."
Castiel kept up his pace and his lecture until he saw Dean's jaw tighten around his bit gag, hard cock bouncing off his belly with each thrust, smearing precum on his skin. Knowing damn well his Omega was nearing the edge, the Alpha stopped, drawing slowly out of that hot grip. He took a step back, giving Dean a moment to cool down, to fall away from that glorious precipice.
"Your other option is the anus. This requires more preparation, more lubrication. You're welcome to take some being produced for the vagina, but be careful of cross contamination. Clean anything, including your penis, that enters their anus before putting it elsewhere."
He slid two fingers in Dean's ass, testing, then added a third. He was still loose enough from the plug there wasn't much to do. Satisfied, he stepped closer, lining himself up again. He took his time, pushing slowly inside until he was buried to the hilt.
"Has my entering you caused you discomfort of any kind?" he asked again. "You may nod your head 'yes' if it has and shake your head 'no' if you are fine."
Again Dean shook his head in the negative.
"Use of the anus must be done carefully, both for the reasons I have covered and because it requires more prep to accommodate you."
He gave a brief coverage on anal sex as he resumed his rhythmic pace, one hand still on Dean's hip as he fucked into his mate. Again, when he saw the Canine's jaw clinching over the bit gag, rather than warn him he slowed, then pulled out entirely. He went around the table, taking a toiletry wipe from a travel pack. He began with his cock, doing his pants back up, then his hand, as he continued his lecture.
"When we are finished with the section on discipline, I will demonstrate the use of his mouth as well. For now, we will move on. Today, as we are short on time and have already covered a great deal, we will only cover the bare bones."
He went back, untying Dean's feet from the table, taking out the ties for his frog knots, freeing his hand rope as he spoke.
"Sit up. Good, now straighten your legs out. Stand, if you are able."
Dean was a little unsteady, but he got himself upright. The Canine was led back to the class's front and center, in front of the podium, then turned so he was facing it. Castiel twisted his choke collar again, so the leash fell down his back.
"Everyone, please return to your seats for the remainder of this demonstration. Among your handouts is a color-coded copy of a map sheet. This can be used to safely punish, or simply play with, your Omega. Some areas are more durable than others, some can be outright dangerous. That is why I chose these ties for today. This waist tie covers his lower back, an area you must be mindful of due to important things, like kidneys, spine, ribs. Shoulders, and shoulder blades are good targets, so long as you don't go too low, and again, be mindful of the spine. Here?" He gave Dean's ass a light smack. "Is the most popular target. You must also consider the fact that what tool you are using, how you are striking the area, must also be taken into account."
Castiel took Dean's hands, moving them so they gripped the tall edge of the podium.
"Hold on to this. Good, now move your feet so they're a shoulder's width apart again. Good boy." He knelt, tying the two ankle ropes together so that a shoulder's width was as far apart as they'd go. "Today I brought a standard paddle, a flogger, and a crop. You should begin with a shorter flogger, you never start with a whip or a longer flogger. You work your way up. The longer it is, the greater the impact, but the harder it is to control. Discipline is most commonly used for training or as punishment. Remember to discuss such things with your Omega so what is required can be effectively administered without causing harm. Today what we will be doing falls more in the discipline category, in that this Omega has done nothing to warrant the treatment he is about to receive. However, if he is good, obedient, and takes the discipline well, he will be rewarded. Since this is a demonstration, if he fails, he will simply not be allowed rewards."
The Feline rested a hand on his shoulder, murmuring an order to kneel, which Dean obeyed. Feet still bound at the appropriate distance apart, hands still clutching the podium. He even arched his back prettily, offering himself for whatever Castiel intended to do to him.
"We will begin with the crop. If he takes both it and the paddle well, then he will earn the right to take my cum inside him, rather than have it spilled on his face. If he takes the flogger well, he will earn the right to orgasm. Yes, they can orgasm. Show of hands, who has witnessed an Omega orgasm before?" He paused for a moment, then continued, "Then I hope those who did not raise their hand have simply never been with one long enough to get to that stage, rather than because they failed their partners."
He smacked his palm with the crop, then ran it slowly up Dean's back, tracing an upside down U that went from one ass cheek, around his shoulders, then back down to the opposite ass cheek.
"The riding crop is useful both in various roleplay and day-to-day use. Depending on the force used, it can provide a light or sharp sting to a small area. They are in what can be referred to as the 'stingy' category."
He began laying down mild strikes first on one shoulder blade, then the other, alternating back and forth for a moment before repeating this treatment over his buttocks. He gave a brief overview of the crop as he did, and when he was done he traded crop for paddle.
"There is a wide variety of paddles available, but this is the traditional option. It's the most commonly used item in what can be called the 'thuddy' category. Not to say it can't also sting."
This time he alternated between either going from one cheek to the other, to laying the paddle squarely across Dean's ass entirely. He had a little more to cover with paddles, but once he was done he stepped back. He set the paddle back on the table, but rather than go straight for the flogger he paused to fondle Dean's ears, stroking his hair.
"Good boy. You were perfect for me," he crooned, stroking his hair. "You gave us an excellent demonstration. Would you like it if I finished inside you? Instead of on you? You may nod or shake your head."
Dean nodded eagerly.
"Then I will." Caressing his cheek with a crooked finger, he added, "Next is the flogger. I need you to be good for me a little longer so I can reward you."
He wasn't given permission, so he didn't respond that time.
Straightening, Castiel picked up the leather wrapped handle, going to stand behind Dean again. "This is commonly referred to as a cat 'o nine tails. While this Omega is capable of handling a bullwhip, he has already endured an abundance of other stimulation today. Using it on him now would very likely overwhelm him, so we're sticking with the tamer variety. Besides, none of you will go near one until your final year, so there is no point."
That said, he flicked the first strike over the Feline's back. Then another, then another. After the second strike he covered flogging in general, which was more involved than the previous two items. He'd honestly considered using the bullwhip, it was on Dean's list after all, but it would require more setup than he was willing to do here. Not to mention if it was combined with everything else it really would overwhelm Dean. So in compensation he intended to offer preforming it after he had walked for his Bachelors, and everyone was gone.
When he felt he'd covered floggers well enough, he stopped using his on Dean, returning it to the table.
Again he fondled the Canine's quivering ears, purring, "Good boy. Twenty strikes on top of everything else, and not so much as a flinch? Very, very good. You have earned a thorough orgasm." Stepping back, he took up Dean's leash and ordered. "Crawl."
Dean let go of the podium, carefully rising up a little more on his knees as he crawled forward. Castiel led him over to the second table again, turning so he was standing by its edge, the Canine kneeling before him. Belatedly he removed the bit gag, taking it off and setting it aside. He undid his pants again, this time pushing them down a little along with boxers before sitting on the table's edge.
"Forward. You may move your mouth and hands to pleasure me."
His Omega obediently shuffled forward a little more, rising up until he found Castiel's knees with his hands, then his thighs. Fingers found his cock first, then his tongue as he began lapping at the Feline's length. Castiel petted his hair absently, turning his gaze back up to the classroom.
"Believe it or not, you can still get STD's through oral sex. That being said, sometimes it is a convent option if there is little time or space. It also requires minimal undressing. This goes both ways, whether your Omega is preforming oral on you or you are preforming oral on your Omega. Despite whatever social convention you may have been plagued with, it is hardly shameful to preform oral sex on your Omega. The taste is not just enjoyable to us inside a rut, don't forget. Besides, they tend to very much enjoy it, assuming you listen to what they say. It is a convenient way to reward them, or to bring them to orgasm. Which brings me to my closing point. Rewards are just as important, if not more so, than punishments. Simply a lack of discipline is an unsustainable method of keeping an Omega. Besides, there is a noteworthy level of enjoyment one gets from granting one's Omega rewards."
He glanced down at Dean, taking a moment to watch his cock go in and out of plump lips, his Omega taking him deep enough to occasionally choke as he swallowed over the Feline's length.
"There are also what your textbook calls 'funishments'. Something that may be a punishment to some, but an Omega may enjoy. That will be covered in more detail next class. Most Omegas have them, even this one. You will need to be aware of these before you begin a regime of discipline, otherwise it could backfire on you. But you must be aware that it can be possible the Omega themselves aren't aware until the regime begins. Should that happen, it would be unwise to punish them for lying when they did not know they were lying. This Omega, for instance, was unaware he enjoyed wearing panties. Initially we agreed to use it as a disciplinary measure, but he enjoyed it far too much. So it became a reward method, receiving lingerie to wear frequently is something this Omega now gets on a regular basis, provided his behavior remains on par. He was not punished for making this error." After a thoughtful pause, he admitted, "And I rather like seeing him in such things. So it was a win all around, I suppose."
Dean's cheeks had flushed, tail tucking a bit more for all it was still wagging, but he hadn't wavered in his work. He was still lapping and sucking eagerly at the Feline's cock, occasionally moving down to kiss and suck his balls while a hand kept stroking him. Drool starting to drip down his chin, dampness starting to show under the blindfold, making for a wonderfully debouched sight.
Deciding it was time to finish up, Castiel gripped his head, holding Dean steady as he braced his feet and fucked into his mouth. Instantly the Canine went still, frame going slack, hands falling limply to hang before him, still bound by rope. He choked and gagged, but put up no resistance as he was face-fucked.
When he felt himself drawing close to the edge, Castiel pulled out and let go. Dean slumped in his kneeling position, coughing and gasping in a few lungful's of air before he quieted, trying to resume his previous breathing patterns. Unsteady fingers braced on linoleum, leash trailing the floor as his head bowed.
"What remains of today's lecture is purely optional, though I do recommend you stay. We do have ten minutes left, and I think many of you would benefit from seeing an Omega orgasm, if not seeing a reward being given." He petted Dean's hair fondly, then took up his leash again. "You may stand."
Dean stood shakily, still trying to steady his breathing.
"I hope you have gotten something out of today's observation. I will be sending a form out after class to everyone's email, and I strongly encourage you reply to it. Extra points will be earned for the next exam, and I would like to know how beneficial such observations are to my students."
He led Dean back around to the short side of the second table as he spoke, guiding him back to lying down on it, bracing his feet on the corners but not tying them.
"If you would like to observe, please come around to stand on this side again." Reaching down, he pulled the flesh of the Canine's cleft apart, exposing everything a second time. "You'll see here there is a subtle difference, from before he was penetrated. No amount of sex will make a vagina loose, by the way. However, depending on various details, such as length and intensity of the intercourse, you may be able to see a visible difference immediately after. Besides both his labia and anus being visibly slick now, his anus is more pliable." He slid a finger of his left hand in, giving a tug to illustrate the point. "As is his vagina, and his labia have a pinker hue. It wasn't a full session, and it wasn't very rough, so it's not overt. But notice how he is still dripping slick? Perhaps I should reevaluate his funishments. Or it could simply be he enjoyed servicing me with his mouth. This is why discussing before and after is of such import with your Omega. Everything is subject to change. Even if nothing changes, building a habit early and keeping it will be invaluable."
He let go of Dean's flesh, straightening, pulling his hips back to the table's edge, Dean's arms stretched loosely above his head.
"As the first part of this Omega's reward, he will take my cum," he explained, guiding his cock back inside Dean's cunt. He kept his first few strokes slow, almost gentle. "Once he has done that, I will show you a pussy that has been freshly fucked. Then, once he has been given an orgasm, you will get to observe the effects. Remember, an Omega orgasms with both penis and vagina. Besides ejaculating seed, their inner walls convulse, and this lasts notably longer. If we're very lucky, this Omega will not only give you the opportunity to watch an orgasm from the outside, you will get to watch as the biological reactions of that orgasm push my cum out of him."
With that, he gripped Dean's hips, fucking into him with abandon.
It didn't take that long. He'd been hard for most of the 'class' too. Seeing Dean tied up and stretched out before him was always such a lovely sight, even if he wasn't actually tied down to much of anything. Even with Castiel trying to hold himself in check, it still felt like very little time passed before he was growling low in his throat, hands going tight enough to bruise on Dean's hips as he slammed home one last time, keeping himself buried to the hilt as he came hard.
Dean's breath was coming in rasping pants, jaw tight, holding perfectly still as the Alpha pumped cum into him. Still he kept quiet, motionless, playing the sex doll as best he could, tail going ridged before wagging where it was, shifted left. As Castiel's orgasm ran its course, he ran a hand up and down Dean's torso, tender nipples and all, catching his breath.
"Look at this," he said, voice a bit shaky as he pulled out. "Beautiful, isn't he? He has done everything ordered and absolutely nothing to warrant punishment this evening. You are not to expect such perfection right away, it takes time, work, and dedication from both you and the Omega to achieve this." He pressed a kiss to one raised knee, stroking the thigh below it. "I look forward to breeding him when the time comes. In the meantime, I believe he has earned further rewards when we return home."
Castiel sank to his knees, and ran his tongue up Dean's sex, from taint to testicles, wrapping his right hand around his cock.
"In order for you to get the full effect I won't preform full oral, but I am limiting myself largely to penis and clitoral stimulation." Raising his voice a little, he ordered, "Omega, you have my permission to orgasm. When you cum, you may use your voice. You are to notify me when you begin to orgasm, tell me when you are finished, and express your gratitude after."
He used Dean's slick and his own saliva on his dick, alternately sucking and stroking it before settling into a steady pace with his hand. Only then did he turn his attention lower, wrapping lips around his clit. He sucked, lapped, sometimes delicately nibbling on the sensitive nub of flesh. It didn't take terribly long for Dean either, until Castiel could hear his breath raised to panting huffs, his muscles stiffening, a strangled choking sound in his throat.
The sound was immediately followed by the Canine blurting, "I'm gonna cum, Alpha! Gonna-gonna cum, Alpha, please, oh gods- shit I'm coming Alpha! I'm coming Alpha, 'm coming, 'm coming…."
Castiel stroked Dean through his orgasm, keeping everything consistent, earning an extra wail when he gently wrapping his teeth around the Canine's clit. When his cock no longer spurted cum, he let go, sitting back on his heels as the vaginal orgasm continued. The Alpha laid a palm over his pubic mound, just above his gentiles, rubbing soothing circles.
"There, you see that? With the light reflecting off his slick you can see the inner contractions as they happen. Lovely, isn't it?" He tugged Dean's labia back with a free hand, smiling. "There it is. Look at that, you can see the orgasm squeezing my cum back out of him again." He let it drip down, but right before it reached the Canine's taint he leaned in, lapping it up, earning an extra whimper from his Omega.
He did this twice more before the contractions slowed to a stop, and Dean said in a shaky, breathless voice, "I…I'm finished, Alpha. Thank you for letting me cum, thank you for letting me cum…."
Castiel kissed his labia, then got to his feet. "Class dismissed. Remember to check your emails for those forms, and don't forget the vocabulary assignment due next class."
Dean still lay boneless on the table, so it seemed easiest and kindest to leave him there as he went to work. He began dismantling his ties, starting with his wrists and ankles then working his way up Dean's legs. By then his Omega had come back to himself enough he was comfortable having him stand up again. He continued his procedure, removing the ropes in the reverse order he'd put them on. The very last thing he removed was Dean's tear-dampened blindfold, folding it up before pointing at his folded stack of clothes still resting on his boots.
"Dress yourself."
As Dean complied, Castiel cleaned the areas they used, packing everything that was theirs up in the duffle. The last thing he did was turn off the camera, packing it atop everything else. By the time he was done the Canine stood by the door, head down, arms limp at his sides, fully dressed and shod. Castiel nudged him outside the room, turning off the light and locking the door. Then he took up Dean's leash again, leading him back down to the car.
It was a quiet ride home, and the traffic was the lightest Castiel had ever seen it in his life. They made it back to their apartment in record time. When he cut the engine, Castiel turned to Dean and ordered, "You are going to get out of this car, you will get out the duffle, and you will go inside the apartment. Answer."
"Yes, Alpha."
As the Canine went through his ordered motions, Castiel went to pop the trunk. He took out a box he'd left here earlier, one of the stops he'd made along the way. He'd always intended to give it to Dean regardless, but having an excuse to pamper his mate never hurt.
Castiel followed him inside the apartment, closing and bolting the door.
"Put the duffle in the bedroom, I can take care of it later. Remove all your clothes and put them away. You should be completely naked for me except for your collars and leash. When you are ready, you can wait there at kneeling rest." He pointed to a spot on the carpet in front of the couch.
He had left on his work clothes, as they'd fit the scene, but now he stripped everything off and took a quick shower. When he got out he pulled on flannel sleep pants and a gray undershirt, passing the living room with his kneeling mate and going to the kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker, putting on decaf to brew, then opened the pantry. He took a box off the top shelf, checking the contents before lifting the lid. He just left what remained of the cherry pie in its tin, which he took out of the box and set on the counter. He set a fork out next to it, threw the box away, and opened the freezer. He took out an assortment of ice gel packs, wrapping the smaller ones in dish towels and the largest in a bath towel.
As coffee gurgled, he took ice packs and a bottle of water into the living room. He put on an episode of Dr. Sexy, then went down on one knee next to Dean. He tipped his mate's chin up until he met his gaze, then kissed him gently.
"I'm starting your aftercare, love. Come on, stand up, there we go." He guided Dean around, setting out the largest ice pack first. "Sit on this, it will help your backside and lower back. That's it, nice and easy." He lowered Dean onto it, then set about arranging the smaller packs so they were wedged between Dean's shoulder blades and the couch.
The Canine grimaced as he did this, evergreen eyes peeking up at him. "'S okay, ya know," he mumbled.
"I realize you're not opposed to bruising, but indulge me." Pressing the water in Dean's hands, he urged, "You need to hydrate. Drink at least half of this, and you can have coffee. How's that?"
Dean nodded mutely, twisting off the cap. He wasn't a tea person, and while Castiel drank both he did consume more coffee than tea. In times like this it was easier to just brew enough coffee for both of them. It was the whole reason he had decaf.
Castiel set out a bottle of lotion next to the unopened white box, then went to pour two mugs of coffee. Pausing by Dean, who was drinking his water in a series of tiny sips, he asked gently, "Would you like a bath? After you eat and drink something?"
The Canine nodded. "Can we do that last?"
"Of course, pet."
Looking up at him, leaning into the hand caressing his cheek, Dean asked slowly, "Any pie left?"
Castiel smiled, and fetched him his pie.
He hovered, barely remembering to drink his own coffee, directing most of his attention to Dean. He made sure he ate and drank, and after the pie coaxed him into drinking what was left of the water. He'd read it was good to hydrate after impact play, and he could already see the marks from the hemp rope that would be sticking around. Not that he opposed the marks themselves, but he wanted to ensure Dean didn't suffer for bearing them.
When he was satisfied, Dean settling in, eyes on the cowboy boot wearing doctor, Castiel reached over to pick up the white box.
Dean glanced at him, looking surprised as he took it. "What's this?"
"A present. For you. You're not obligated, of course, but it would make me happy if you were to wear them on your graduation day."
The Omega was already blushing as he went to open the nondescript box. He peeled aside layers of crinkling tissue paper, finally unearthing the neatly packed sets. Dainty, silky panties in the bikini style, one in blue, the other in white. Each came with an equally dainty, soft bra without any sort of wire or reinforcement, clearly designed to be transparent.
"Two? Really?" he asked, tone belied by ears pricking forward happily.
"Two. The blue set is the high quality one."
"There's a difference besides the color?"
"Yes." He leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then his jaw, hand gently stroking his arm. "If you feel like wearing them, then the blue is meant to be worn during the day. The white is meant to be ripped from your body so I can fuck your pretty brains out."
Red rose in Dean's cheeks even as his tail began to thump. He cleared his throat, lifting out the white panties. "You know, I uh, I really don't need any more lingerie."
"Nonsense," Castiel chided, nuzzling his ear. "You always look so lovely in it all. And I enjoy getting it for you."
Dean turned, shyly pecking his lips. "Thanks, Cas."
Castiel smiled back at him as the box was set carefully aside. "I have a proposition for you, but first I would like to know…how are you?"
The Canine didn't ask. He knew what Castiel meant. Yet he still replied with, "How are you?"
"I asked you first."
"Exactly, you always ask first," Dean fired back, folding his arms. "This time you go first."
Castiel sighed, but he knew the Canine was correct. Lowering the volume of Dr. Sexy to be background noise, he fiddled with the remote for a moment before speaking. "I am…good. I am pleased with how well using the school's location went. The video….I look forward to viewing it."
Dean shot him a look. "You recorded all that?"
"Are you opposed?"
"No, I…just didn't know," he shrugged. "But I mean that was part of the deal. And that…kinda makes it better. When we can we see the tape?"
"Not tonight," Castiel chuckled. "Perhaps after the festivities."
"So, how'd you like playing professor?" his Omega asked, cocky grin on his lips.
"It was very enjoyable. But then I am very passionate about the subject matter. The likelihood of me wanting to do that in front of real people is nil, but I did enjoy the roleplay."
"Same," Dean sighed, leaning his head back.
"How did you enjoy playing my subject matter?"
His mate's lips curled in a lazy smile. "A lot hotter than I expected. Shame it was probably a one-off."
"I wouldn't rule anything out," the Alpha countered. "You never know."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Dean's smile broadened a bit. "Not sure why, but you using all the technical terms made it better. How the hell'd you stay in character that whole time?"
"It was equally enjoyable to me, I suppose. It would be counterproductive, to not remain in character."
His mate grunted, then leveled a stern look at him, along with an index finger. "Just so we're clear, as a modern Omega I'm very offended at the concept of my Alpha 'breeding' me."
Castiel raised a brow, in a look he'd been led to believe made his mate's neither's quiver, waiting for the follow up.
As expected, Dean's expression softened, lips curling up in a sly smile, eyes turning decidedly lustful. "And as a modern Omega who doesn't give a fuck….that was way hotter than it should have been."
The Feline reached over, stroking his cheek, gently cupping his neck so he could draw him in for a kiss. A slow, tender, lingering kiss that Dean returned in kind. When he did eventually pull away, Castiel asked, "The things I did…they were all….okay?"
Dean considered a moment. "Very okay. Ten out of ten, would sub again."
Castiel chuckled, pressing a kiss to smiling lips. "Good. Because I very much enjoyed being able to do all that, and very much look forward to finding a way to doing something like again."
"Abso-fucking-lutely," the Canine agreed, tail thumping a bit faster.
"Which brings me to my proposition." He cupped Dean's cheek, stroking a thumb over his cheekbone. "It would be after all this, after the festivities and after everyone goes home. As a reward for your acceptance into the Master's program….I assemble that St. Andrews cross you look so lovely on, and use the bullwhip on you. I'm thinking twenty lashes, before you're moved to a breeding bench. We can set the dildo attachment to high speed to take care of your pussy, but I won't turn it off until I'm finished fucking your ass. Minimal lube, of course, rough and ready. The last time we tried such a method with double penetration you could barely walk the day after." He ran the pad of his thumb over Dean's lips, parted as he drew in a shuddering breath, ears pricked forward, tail wagging madly in what little space it was given. "I'll bet I can make you bedridden, if you are willing to allow me the privilege. Would this be to your liking, my love?"
"Oh fuck yes," Dean rasped. He turned, moving to straddle Castiel's legs, running both hands up into his hair, bending to slant his mouth over the Alpha's. When he parted, it was only to murmur, "Want you inside me, Cas. Please, need you inside me. Right now."
"You're sure? Haven't you had enough?"
Dean groaned, this time invading his mouth, which got an automatic counterattack from his mate. "Gonna be fucking celibate for the next week and you know it. You were easy on me earlier, Cas, remember? Please, wanna ride you, right now, as we are. Use me while I still got this leash on, one last hara before we gatta play proper."
Castiel groaned himself, but relented, fumbling to get himself back out of his pants. "Fine. But move and speak and cum as you want. Would you like to make love?"
He took his mate's whining kiss as an affirmation.
So he did. He helped guide Dean as the Canine lowered himself down over his cock, positioning himself as best he could, still clutching his shoulders. Divinity help him, but he would have loved to record them in that moment. His beautiful Omega, naked, collared, leashed, clinging to him with all four limbs, driving himself up and down on the Feline's cock. He did try to savor Dean, as he often did when they made love. Dean only called it 'vanilla', but Castiel felt that love making was closer. It was purer, often but not always a more gentle experience.
In the end, as was the case half the time anyway, the urge to devour his mate built up until it was too much. When he could bear it no longer, he flipped them over, pinning Dean against the couch cushions, clutching his mate, a steady growl in his throat as he rutted into him. Hands either gripping or searching, mouth dominating his mouth or making love marks on bare flesh. Dean, already reduced to a mess of needy, whimpering Omega was left to keen and mewl and pant, eyes rolling back in his skull as he was taken. He came once while still upright, burying his face in Castiel's neck as he cried out. The second time he sobbed into the Feline's mouth, body shivering and convulsing. He was coming down from that second orgasm when Castiel finally came, spilling seed inside him for a second time that night.
For a while after this they just lay there, hands petting or tracing idle patterns over cooling skin, trading sweet kisses. Eventually Castiel did sit up, removing collars and leash, shushing and tenderly kissing his mate when Dean whimpered in objection. "Hush, I'm going to run you a bath now," he crooned, guiding Dean back down again. "They can't get wet, remember? You'll get it back, promise. Once you're out and dried."
He filled the tub with hot water, adding in lavender scented bath salts, then fetched his mate. He lowered Dean into the water, the Feline sinking into it with a contented sigh. He was allowed to soak as Castiel cleaned and stowed what all they'd used, tidying up and getting himself ready for bed. By then the water had cooled to lukewarm, and he returned to kneel by the tub.
Castiel took his time as he bathed his mate. Scrubbing shampoo into hair, ears, and tail, massaging facial scrub into his visage, running a soapy luffa over every inch of skin. When all else was done he warned Dean, letting his mate clutch his arm, wet blushing face buried in the crook of his neck as he gently slid two fingers inside his pussy. Stretching the fucked channel, cleaning out slick and seed, then doing the same to his anus for good measure.
When he was finished he had Dean stand up, rinsing him off thoroughly. Only then did he guide the dripping Feline out onto a bathmat, where he was thoroughly dried. While Dean brushed his teeth the Alpha looked around, selecting a set of comfortable lingerie to present to him when he came out. Dean wandered over, looking at the offering as Castiel gently put his collar back on. He'd selected a soft, silky set for him, dainty pink brief style panties with a magenta bow at the center of their waistband, the teddy it came with fashioned of sheer lace with a cloudy trim at the bottom, spaghetti straps that looked tantalizing draped off Dean's shoulders. It was one of his favorites to sleep in. Castiel had lost count of how many mornings he'd tugged the panties sideways so he could push his cock inside Dean's wet pussy.
"Do you like it? Or would you prefer something else?" Castiel asked, running hands down Dean's arms from behind, kissing his shoulder.
"No, I like it. Guess it'll be a while before I can wear stuff like this to bed."
The Feline stepped back as Dean picked up the panties, stepping into them. "You can still wear those, under your clothes."
"Maybe."
Castiel smiled fondly, joining Dean as they crawled into bed. He turned off the last lamp, and before he could reach for his mate Dean was nestling against his side, a contented hum in his throat. The Feline felt a purr of his own rising as he stroked his hair, pressing a final kiss to his forehead before laying down.
"Good night, love."
"'Night, Cas."
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