Angel's Pet
This will contain swearing, non-con, dark themes, beatings, slash Cas/Dean and a master/slave relationship, BDSM and anything else you can possibly think of. Really dark. If it offends you, don't read! Seriously! NC-17. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the SN characters. I just love to play with them.
Chapter 11
Castiel ran a hand over his sleeping Pet, searching for any damage. He healed the cuts and burns that covered his wrists and ankles, calming himself as he knelt next to his Pet on the floor, back home and safe in the man's room.
A hand travelled down to his Pet's ass, hesitating for a moment before a finger slipped between the crack, lightly stroking over his Pet's hole. The angel let out a sigh of relief at finding that his Pet was still untouched, still pure.
If the demons had taken the man like that, the angel didn't know what he could have done to save his Pet. If he had been ten seconds later then he would have been forced to face it. The anger flared up once again. He needed to punish his Pet until he begged his Master to forgive him for almost getting himself killed. He needed to teach the man that running away wasn't an option so that it could never happen, so he could be safe.
His Pet began to stir, close to waking and the angel quickly prepared his punishment. He pulled his Pet's arms above his head, securing them tightly to the floor with tight leather manacles so he would be unable to move or injure himself.
He carefully lifted one of his Pet's legs, making sure he didn't wake the man as it was tied to one of the metal bars he had placed in the room earlier. Two of them ran from the ceiling to the floor and spread his Pet's legs a little wider than his hips as leather bindings wrapped around his ankles and secured the legs just above the height of the angel's hips.
The angel worked carefully, choosing to secure the man's leg's further, securing a spreader bar between his knees to limit his movement. Castiel's eyes wandered over his Pet's body for a moment, taking in the breathtaking sight. He could see everything with his Pet's legs sprawled open, down from his bare chest to his beautiful cock.
Finally, Castiel re-secured the collar around his Pet's neck. The wave of relief that hit him was surprising as he could finally feel his Pet again, unconscious but there. He was almost growing fond of the collar, it would never mean as much as the mark he had placed on the man's skin but it was comforting to know that the collar was a definite sign the the man was his. Any demon who saw him with it on would know that Castiel owned him.
His Pet stirred slightly as the angel watched him, eyes flickering slightly as he woke. Castiel walked away for a second, grabbing a long cane that had been propped up against the wall. He gave the instrument an experimental flick, listening to the deafening sound of the wood cutting through air.
Castiel turned back to his Pet, ignoring the way the man stared at him with wide, fearful eyes. He walked back towards him, every step gaining a reaction from the man until Castiel stood over him. Dean squirmed helplessly, pulling against his bindings as he tried to get away from the intimidating weapon.
Grunts of exertion and whimpers of fear were tore out of the man's mouth but he didn't attempt to speak, staying silent apart from the slight noises. The angel stayed silent, too, the ominous silence working better than any hostile word.
Wasting no time, the angel positioned himself at the man's bound feet, preparing to land his first strike. He pulled back the cane, letting all of his anger and worry flow into the torture instrument as he swung. The loud crack of wood hitting skin echoed across the room, silence following for a few long seconds before Dean felt the searing pain travel up his leg.
The man screamed, fighting the bonds viciously as he tried to get away from the lingering agony. Only a moment later, the next strike hit the exact same spot on the sole of the man's foot, forcing another broken scream from the man.
Each stroke fell into a rhythm, strike after strike landing on the awfully sensitive feet. It wouldn't hurt anywhere near as much on any other part of the body and it showed. As the angel moved up and down the foot, starting at the sole and working his way up to the ball of each foot, turning them a bright scarlet. With each blow, the man screamed, never stopping in his hopeless battle with the restraints.
Castiel couldn't stop his reaction, not when his Pet was writhing so deliciously, held down as he squirmed and cried out. He was hard, almost desperately so, and wished he could use his Pet, see him beg to be filled and fuck himself on the angel's cock.
He would have time for that later, his Pet needed to learn first. He worked harder, only stopping long enough for his Pet to feel each hard hit, never giving him a break. Sweat covered his body, beads rolling down his forehead as the man screamed, kicking, punching, squirming. Anything to make it more bearable.
The man's skin glistening in the light, making it seem like his was almost glowing as his face clenched and twisted in pain. He was beautiful, perfect and the angel couldn't help but stop for a few moments to admire him, allowing the man to take a short break.
Slowly, the man's breathing slowed as he realised that he angel had stopped. He tried to hold back the whimpers of pain that were escaping as he fought the burning pain that exploded from his feet. It felt as if they had been ripped to shreds, cut open and bleeding but there was no way he could tell.
"Beg me to stop." Castiel muttered gently, talking to the man for the first time.. "Beg and apologise and I may even be kind enough to take away your pain." He continued, twisting the thin end of the cane into the man's foot to get his attention
"Fuck you." The man spat through the unyielding pain, hardly able to get the words out before another strike hit his tender foot. Dean screamed in agony, hardly able to hold back the tears as the pain suddenly doubled. He couldn't stand it, the torture almost making him give in but Dean just breathed through it, he had endured worse.
The worst part was the heat, the confusion. There was no intimacy, no teasing but Dean felt the adrenaline course through his veins, unable to stop it as he fought the pain. His only thoughts through the pain were that he hoped that the angel couldn't tell, didn't notice that it was causing a heated tingling not unlike pleasure to build through his body, almost to the point where the pain was tolerable.
He couldn't feel anything but each stroke, keeping him there, grounded. If Dean hadn't been so overwhelmed by everything his body was feeling, he would have felt sick at himself for anticipating the blow, squirming and screaming through the intensity.
He wanted to feel it again and again with the angel there, touching him, teasing him until he was begging. He was so close to it now, begging for his Master's forgiveness but he refused to give in, using the tiniest bit of consciousness left to hold his tongue and only let Castiel see the pain he was feeling.
It was hard, like he couldn't breathe. His chest was heavy, he wanted something. He couldn't describe it. His eyes were screwed shut, only seeing darkness but it changed, everything becoming fuzzy, the pain fading as his muscles refused to move.
Castiel continued the punishment, each strike landing to a silent beat. He needed to stop, he would get nothing from his Pet. He should've known it would be harder than a harsh beating. The man was falling in and out of consciousness, the reaction to each whip of the cane becoming less and less responsive until he fell still, just taking each strike with a light groan.
Another surprise, one deeply hidden beneath the pain and anger that was radiating from him. Some part of Dean was purring with pleasure with each stroke, becoming more prominent the less the man fought. Castiel had presumed that this was far past the man's limit but he had greatly underestimated him. Whatever part of him Dean was hiding was forcing pleasure onto the man, however small.
The angel slowed, each touch of the cane less powerful and regular until he finally stopped. His Pet didn't react, still slightly aware, just enough to stretch slightly as each limb was removed from it's restraints but he didn't make a move to fight.
He gently picked up the man, carefully holding him in his arms. Dean gave a feeble kick, trying to squirm out of the arms of his torturer but was too exhausted and couldn't break from the angel's tight grip.
Castiel walked to the corner of the room where he had placed the cage. It was only big enough for the man to curl up inside, neither long enough for him to stretch out or tall enough for him to sit. Castiel wasn't fond of the item but any luxury he extended to his Pet now would help him relax and negate the punishment. He would be quick, ruthless and his Pet would learn to listen, he had to.
He lowered the man into the cage, taking his Pet's wrists and chaining them to the iron bars above him as he slid the cage door closed. The position was uncomfortable, inhumane. No luxuries, no food, no freedom, no sleep. No matter how much he wanted to protect his Pet, hold him and take away the pain, coddling the man would only make it worse.
The man looked up at him, confused, dazed eyes meeting his. Castiel fought the urge to reach down and touch his Pet, take in every second of that look, so lost. He needed his Master, needed someone powerful to care for him, he needed Castiel and the angel hated himself for denying the comfort.
The angel held back a deep moan as the man looked at him. He was perfect and beautiful and Castiel didn't know how he was going to stop himself from taking his Pet too soon. He wanted to shove his cock through the bars and fuck the man's mouth or tie him back up and tease every part of his body until he begged to be taken.
Instead, he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him and turning out the lights, leaving the man in complete darkness for the night.
Dean couldn't move or speak for long moments after the angel left. He managed to force his aching limps to move, tired whines breaking from his body as he setted onto his knees, keeping his feet off the floor.
The tiny cage was only big enough for him to curl up inside but the thick cuffs that secured his arms above him denied him of even that. He tried to get comfortable, resting his head against his shoulders or the ice cold bars but he couldn't sleep.
The pain still overwhelmed his whole body with every heartbeat, breaking down every defence. He knew what the angel was trying to do, make him beg to be released by wearing him down with this constant discomfort but Castiel should have known better. He was never going to give in, he had survived Alistar's torture. No matter how creative he got, Castiel would never be that good.
But with every passing moment, the pitch black room surrounding the helpless man, the fear of what was going to happen grew, bringing with it the quiet promise that he would never run away again.
OXOXOX
It was a long night of fitful sleep, just another torture for the man as he tried to find a way to relax in the painful position. The thrumming agony in his feet never lessened, only flaring up every time he shifted.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, ones of fear and desperation. He wanted to give in but he couldn't, it wasn't what he did. He couldn't let the angel know that it was working, that he was weak. He just ignored the drying lines of moisture on his cheeks, summoning everything he used in Hell to distance himself from the moment.
He forced his body to relax, ignoring the pain, distancing himself from it until he felt detached from his body. It felt wrong but it was a constant mantra in his mind. This isn't real. His eyes closed, ready for his fate, prepared to fight as the lights illuminated the room once more.
The man didn't acknowledge Castiel as he walked in, the loud crash of the door closing behind him not even making Dean flinch. He stayed still, not showing the angel anything and refusing to play along with the sick games. He wouldn't give the creature the satisfaction of seeing him weak, wouldn't let himself be mocked by the monster his angel had become.
The cage door was opened and he felt as his chained arms were detached from the roof of the cage, still firmly held together as he was dragged out. His whole body protested, aching from being still for too long in the awkward position, his arms ached from the pressure that had been forced upon them.
He was pulled to his feet forced to stand and Dean almost collapsed immediately as the agony reawakened in his feet, making every step tortuously painful. He unconsciously leaned against the angel for support as he was lead into the middle of the room, already panting heavily from the effort it took to just walk.
His hands were pulled above him, attached to yet another chain. This one was in the ceiling, forcing him to stand, stretched to his full height as he tried to fight through the pain, ignore it, separate himself from it all so nothing like the previous day would happen.
He hadn't even noticed the angel had disappeared until he appeared in front of him, holding something in his hand. Dean didn't even care to look as the angel walked behind him, just another day in Hell.
An awful sound snapped him out of the uncaring trance, a sound much worse than the snap of the cane. He heard as the whip was cracked against the air, the snap as it cut through air echoing through the room.
Dean gritted his teeth, knowing it was going to hurt and he didn't think for a second that the angel wasn't going to do this. He balanced of the least painful part of his feet, preparing for the first strike when the angel talked instead.
"I want you to count 15 strikes Pet. If you don't then I start again until you do. It's your choice, you can just do 15 or we can keep doing this all day."
Dean mentally cursed the angel, knowing that refusing to cooperate would only lead to his own agony but he couldn't just do as he was told, it wasn't how this worked, he was stronger than the angel, he could out wait this torture. The first strike came down hard, not sparing the man a second of comfort.
A scream was ripped from Dean, the agonising pain surprising in it's intensity. There was a moment, stretching out for long seconds as Castiel waited for the first number but Dean said nothing, refusing to give in.
The next one hit Dean's back, even harder than the first, making him scream out the agony. The wait was even shorter before the third strike landed, crossing over the last and causing a deep burn over the man's back but Dean just let it happen, ignored it in a way. The angel could do this until his arm hurt, Dean wasn't giving in.
"I survived Hell, Cas. Do you really think you could ever match that, make me beg?" Dean mocked when the angel stopped once more to give Dean the chance to count.
The angel's only response was to resume the snaps of the whip, hitting Dean's back with a flurry of strikes that threw the man forwards, causing him to dance on his aching feet as pain overtook his senses.
Many strikes of the whip later Castiel stopped. Dean wasn't sure how many it had been, he hadn't been counting but he was sure it was more than fifteen. All he could feel was the satisfaction of beating the angel, watching as Castiel was the first one to give in, not him. The angel stepped closer to him, running a hand up and down his back, scratching the painful welts and causing the man to whine.
Dean unconsciously arched his back, needing that touch again. He suddenly realised what had been missing when his Master used the cane, the thing he needed. He needed that intimacy, his Master's touch. The angel pushed himself against his Pet, the clothes chafing Dean's skin but all he could feel was the heat and shocks of pleasure as the agony swept through him as Castiel pressed his hard cock against his ass, whispering something into his ear but Dean was too lost to hear him.
The fighting seemed pointless, how could he battle against the pleasure of his own body. There was no way to fight the was his cock was hardening, the way his screams transformed into moans of need. With every touch of the angel's hands Dean wanted to beg for more. He couldn't win.
OXOXOX
Castiel pushed harder against his Pet, basically rutting against him at this point. The man was moaning, finally reacting truly to the angel. He hated it, the way the man switched off, didn't fight. It wasn't what he needed, Dean needed to accept this, not shut it out.
The way he was moaning, pushing back against the angel was unexpected. Castiel had expected the man to scream, cry and try to fight before he gave in but this was just as powerful, just as raw as the pain and even more effective on his Pet.
Castiel pulled back, making his Pet whine in disappointment. His hand ran down his Pet's back one more time, purposefully clawing at the scarlet red welts that criss-crossed down the man's back. He looked beautiful, stretched out, completely bare and at the angel's mercy.
"You're hard, Pet." He cooed in the man's ear. "Can you feel it, how much your cock is begging for it?" The man just moaned and Castiel couldn't stop himself from taking the hardness in his hand, stroking it for a second before pulling back and raising the whip once more.
The instrument snapped against his Pet's skin, a red mark blooming on his back immediately as the man cried and screamed, twisting his body as he finally reacted to the punishment. Castiel slowly counted to ten, waiting for his Pet to start counting but the words never came.
The angel inflicted another wound with one more snap of his wrist but the man refused to count, instead choosing to scream, bucking helplessly. His eyes were shut, pure pleasure radiating from his every movement.
"You need to count them, Pet." Castiel reminded him helpfully.
Dean moaned, eyes fluttering open and Castiel thought for a moment that his Pet was going to refuse once again, his anger already growing as he prepared for the fight.
"One." The man moaned out, his whole body shaking with the effort of standing. Castiel knew that his Pet had waited too long. He would probably be unconscious before he counted the fifteenth strike.
He ran a soothing hand down is Pet's shoulder, holding back a moan as the man pressed back into him, head rolling back and eyes closing as a deep, wanton moan tore it's way from his chest. Castiel stepped forward once more, needing to hear more of those sounds and this was meant to be a punishment but Castiel couldn't help but suck on the skin against the man's neck, making him moan, an unintelligible plea gasped as the angel's hand wrapped around the hot flesh of his cock.
"Just a few more. Count them for me." The angel urged, pulling back to land another strike to his Pet's back. The line bloomed, crossing over the dozens of others that created a fascinating pattern over his skin. Castiel wanted to run his tongue over the new line but held himself back, waiting for the man to relax from his screams and uncontrollable thrashing against the rope to continue.
"T-two." He gasped out, the number impossible to recognise unless your were listening for it.
Castiel rewarded his Pet with a quick hit of three mercifully light strikes, not leaving a second between them.
"Three, four... F-five." He moaned with a slight laugh, thankful that the angel was being lenient.
The angel worked slowly, making sure the next few strikes weren't too hard. His Pet was doing so well, counting each crack of the whip, even as he struggled to stand, holding back the darkness that was trying to cloud his senses.
"Just five more." The angel promised. "You can do it, Pet, for me."
The Pet whimpered as he heard the news but the angel gave him a long moment to recover before resuming, choosing to let it end quickly, four deep strikes hitting within a second of each other. His Pet screamed, legs giving in as the chains held him up but he dutifully counted the strikes.
"Eleven... T-twelve." He whispered, choking out the numbers. "Th-th-thirteen... fourteen."
"Just one more. Can you do that for me?" The angel whispered to his Pet, holding him once more, helping the man back onto his feet. His Pet's cock was dripping, so hard and desperate to be touched that the angel didn't dare take it in his hand, worried that it might trigger his Pet's orgasm.
The angel took a calming breath, hold back his arm, prepared to strike. He put all his concentration into it, creating a perfect welt down the middle of his Pet's back, deeper than any of the others, more painful.
His Pet screamed, the sound almost lost to the angel's ears as he stepped forwards, finally running his tongue over the deep line, soothing it with the cool wetness of the muscle. His Pet was too perfect, Castiel wanted to be inside him at that moment. Instead he held the man, waiting for that last word, part of him hoping that the man didn't say it.
OXOXOX
That something that was missing the day before, the lack of his Master's touch ignited everything now. Every strike was pure sensation, the pain ripping through his back driving him crazy as his cock throbbed painfully between his legs, driving him crazy as the pain built and built, crashing over him in waves.
Dean almost considered miscounting that last strike, just to get more, to reach that point that seemed impossible to reach but he was so close, one more had to do it but he obeyed his master, choking out the last number.
"Fifteen."
The angel was behind him immediately, removing the chain that held him upright so that the man collapsed into Castiel's arms. He was shaking, desperate to come and prepared to beg if that's what it took to have the angel touch him again.
"Fuck, Pet. You're so hard for me. Did you enjoy your punishment? Do you want more?" Castiel whispered in his ear. "Never thought you'd love this so much, bet you could come if I didn't stop. I'll let you come, Pet. Just apologise, promise you won't ever run away again and I can treat you so much better, take you out of this room and give you a good life with me."
Dean shook his head, still aware of himself enough to know to refuse. Castiel had aimed to hurt him in the hope that Dean would give in, choose a mindless existence where he was flaunted as a prize and used as an object over the pain. The fact that Dean's body had forced him to enjoy it meant nothing, just another form of torture, one much more intimate, one Dean had no experience with, one he didn't know how to fight.
Dean couldn't hold himself up as he was lower into the cage, he just curled up, close to sleep when his arms were pulled away from him to be chained above his head once again.
"Please." He almost sobbed, "leave them." He couldn't handle another night like the last, just that one little thing and he might be able to hold out against the angel.
The angel stopped, still holding the man's hands, and Dean thought for a moment that he would get his wish but the angel just glared at him, searching for the supposed desperation.
"Don't think this act fools me, if you were that desperate then you be begging for my forgiveness. I have seen you broken, deep in Hell where I first saw you. I thought you were too far gone, loyal to Alistar, only intent on hurting others to please him and ready to kill me. I didn't think you were worth saving but I managed to hold you down, keep you close to me so you could heal. I pulled your soul back together from the millions of jigsaw pieces scattered to the darkest corners, sealing it with my grace.
"You managed to carry on, no other man could have done that. They would go crazy after weeks, let alone years. You are so very strong, so righteous but it does not mean Hell didn't change you. It changes everyone, even me. You cannot deny that you need this, that you crave every second. It isn't wrong and I can show you so much but you have to choose it. Just be mine, Pet, that's all I need."
The sweet words were whispered to him, so tempting but Dean held strong, refusing to fall for any trick. He wasn't an idiot, he wouldn't fall for any of it. He had survived Hell, he wasn't different. He just stayed silent, not fighting, as the angel attached the chains to his arms, guaranteeing him a long, painful night.
He had one question, one he hadn't thought of before that moment but as he sat in the cage, every second a desperate battle to stay in control, it was the only thing that ran trough his mind.
"Why? Why did you leave me? If you need me so much, if you want me now, why didn't you stay?" He whispered. The angel didn't respond for a long moment and Dean thought he was just going to leave, ignore him when the angel sat down, one hand curling around the bars.
"One day Lucifer came to me and offered me a place at his side. I refused, of course I did. I knew of nothing but protecting this world but then he showed me that future, the one you visited. I was so weak, the world was collapsing around us. Anything is better than that. I was so scared of becoming that person, it plagued my thoughts for weeks before I agreed. Here I make a difference, the world is prospering, Pet, not like before. I am more powerful than I have ever been.
"I'm sorry I left you, I never stopped thinking about you. Lucifer hated that, tried to make me forget you but I couldn't. I never thought I'd see you again but now it's okay. You're here."
"Against my will, trapped in a cage while you torment me." Dean snarled, refusing to accept the angel's reasoning.
"You will see, you have only seen the dark side of our work which is quickly disappearing. One day I will show you the beauty of the world we have created. If it wasn't for me Lucifer would have destroyed humankind out of spite but I showed him the beauty he was blind to. He would pick a human over a demon any day. He and I rule as merciful Gods, humans prosper and you're here with me in your rightful place. Just how it should be."
The angel fell silent for a moment before standing, leaving his Pet to his thoughts with one last promise.
"One day you will see; this is the only way."
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P.s. I wanted this to be out so much earlier but I've had computer problems and have lost the chapter twice over. It just keeps shutting down randomly and making me lose my work. I've been forced to save every few minutes but I did manage :-)