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 12

Castiel sat down, back in the main room, sighing his frustration as he finally relaxed after the long hours he had spent with his Pet. He hadn't meant for it to happen like that, to have his Pet on the edge of orgasm but the way his Pet had reacted had been so surprising, so sensual that the angel hadn't been able to stop.

He hated to use his Pet's pleasure against him, give him ideas that feeling everything the angel created was bad so he would relate it with the torture, begin to shy away from it even more than he already did. It was the only answer, though, pain would never teach his Pet. It wasn't an option, especially now that the angel had seen how far his Pet's pleasure stretched. No torture was great enough to make Dean choose anything but the endless agony but maybe something else would.

He had seen how desperate his Pet had been, needing to come, almost ready to beg for it. He had been so perfect, so beautiful that it had pained the angel to leave him without taking them both over the edge. He wanted to keep his Pet in that desperate state forever, keep him there, begging to be used.

It was his Pet's only weakness, one the angel was willing to use to make the man finally accept his place.

The shifting of someone in the corner of the room made Castiel aware of Claire, curled up on the chair in the corner with a book. He smiled at the concentration on her face as her lips moved with every word, spelling out each sound as she read.

"What are you reading?" He asked gently, trying to not to shock the woman.

She jumped, slamming the book down as she realised that someone was in the room with her. Claire looked up at the angel before sticking her nose back in the book, ignoring the question.

"Claire." Castiel barked angrily, knowing exactly why she was ignoring him. The only reaction he got was a quick glare before she moved until she almost had her back to him.

He let her have her opinion about how he was treating his Pet. Castiel knew that she wanted to keep Dean safe because of how much he meant to the angel. It really wasn't her place to express how she felt about the situation, though.

"Don't look at me like that, you know he brought it upon himself." Castiel snapped suddenly, unable to ignore the judgemental glances that were shot in his direction every second she thought he wasn't looking.

"And so you deny him even a moment of comfort?" Claire asked him, daring to challenge the angel.

"Do not talk to me like that." The angel snarled at her, instantly making the slave back down, surprised at her disobedience.

"He's scared, he needs it Please, Master. Just a moment with him." The woman pleaded, hoping her Master would see reason. "He won't be able to stand it for much longer."

Castiel knew that was true but he couldn't be sure if it was a good thing. Wearing a human down always made them more compliant without necessarily hurting them but his Pet wasn't like them, he expected the worst anyway, maybe a moment of compassion would be more beneficial.

"You have ten minutes for me to turn a blind eye to anything you do." Castiel finally said, giving in to the sad look his slave gave to him.

"Thank you." She called as she jumped up, almost running out of the room, determined to make to most of the time given to her.

It wasn't even a full minute later that Castiel heard the opening of the door down to Dean's room, the woman making her way down with a tray of food that she had prepared earlier in the hope that the angel would let her tend to his Pet.

OXOXOX

Dean lifted his head as he heard the familiar sound of the door being opened, the effort of that small gesture making him want to curl up in a ball to escape the pain.

Light flooded into the room, making it impossible to see for long moments until his eyes finally focused on the figure in front of him. He expected to see the angel again, ready to torture the man some more without even giving him a break.

Instead Claire was knelt in front of him, the worry in her eyes obvious as she pulled the cage open.

"You fucking idiot." She sighed.

"You're not getting' in trouble are you?" Dean slurred as she undid each restraint, almost dragging him out of the cage once she was done.

"We have a few minutes." She whispered, hands travelling over his back, pressing painfully against the wounds. "Lucky bastard." She sighed, "nothing's broken."

"Not feeling too lucky right now." The man groaned as she pulled him to his feet.

"Can you walk?" She asked, holding Dean up as he tried to get his feet under himself.

"Think so." He grunted, trying to stand but almost collapsing under his own weight. He tried again, managing to support his weight on his feet, moving as fast as he could to fight the agony of holding the weight of his abused body.

"Just go to the bathroom, be as fast as you can. We don't have long." She ordered and Dean tried to walk quickly, settling with a slow limp to the toilet. He hadn't realised how desperate he had been until he collapsed onto the seat, not even bothering to stand.

He was as fast as possible, making his way back to the hated room as quickly as he could. It wasn't like there was any point fighting it, he was going back in there whether he liked it or not.

"Sit down." Claire muttered and Dean almost collapsed across from her. "Drink this."

He took the glass of water, gulping it down greedily. He moaned quietly as his aching throat was soothed and his dry mouth was finally rehydrated.

"Better?" She asked calmly, handing the man another glass of water.

Dean nodded thankfully, taking the next glass and sipping it slower.

"Good. I got you some food as well. Are you okay enough to eat?" The woman asked soothingly, taking yet another item off the tray.

Dean licked his lips at the delicious sight, his stomach growling impatiently as the smell of the food reached his nose. He really didn't care that it was just a basic tomato soup, the bowl surrounded by a plateful of sandwiches. He would have eaten anything by this point.

"Here, drink the soup. It should be cool enough." The woman advised, handing the bowl to Dean who obediently brought it to his lips and drank the warm, thick liquid in deep, desperate gulps until there was none left.

Claire smiled, fondly wiping away the red liquid that was spilling down the man's cheeks. "I have to go now." She whispered sadly and Dean knew she was delaying the moment where she would have to make him go back into that cage.

Not wanting to make her say it, he crawled into the cage, sliding the door closed behind himself, ignoring the feeling that he was just giving in.

She smiled slightly at him, failing to reassure the man as he held out his shaking arms, waiting for her to chain him back up and leave him to the angel's torture.

"We don't need to do that." She finally decided, locking the cage so Dean couldn't open it. "It's not like your going anywhere." She tried to say light-heartedly but she only managed to remind the man of how powerless he was.

She handed him a couple of the sandwiches, turning to leave before changing her mind. "I-I don't know if he'll let me down here again. Just please don't do this to yourself. He isn't angry any more, he wants you to be happy. I try my hardest to stop him from going too far, he even let me come down here but he won't stop until you give into it. Please, I don't want you to end up like the others."

Dean stayed silent, not wanting to know what would happen to him. He just watched as she disappeared, leaving him in darkness once again. He quickly eat the last of his meal, barely satisfying his hunger before finally curling up in the bottom of his cage and falling into a deep, exhausted sleep.

OXOXOX

Dean yawned gently as he awoke, stretching his limbs out above him, feeling better than he had in days. The comfortable sleep had left him feeling more refreshed and alert, almost ready for the day.

His eyes snapped open then, realising that something was wrong. He tried to pull down his arms but they were held above him. His legs were in a similar state below him, tied down so he couldn't kick or bend his knees. Dean began to panic for a moment, not remembering how he got in the position, the confusion from waking hindering his ability to think.

"Finally." A voice sighed from behind him and Dean instantly relaxed, immediately knowing where he was, that fighting the bonds was pointless. "I never thought you were going to wake up." The angel cooed, stepping into Dean's line of sight as he ran a hand down the man's bare form.

Dean watched as the angel caressed his sensitive body, pinching and stroking the skin for long moments. The man hissed and wriggled away from the hands, only managing to agitate the welts on his back, encasing his body in pain with little effort from the angel.

"There we go." He sighed, hands travelling down the man's bound body until it reached his steadily hardening cock. "I knew it wouldn't take much to get you all excited for me."

Dean whined as the angel took hold of his cock, stroking gently until he was fully hard. He quickly realised that the angel was going to start taking a different approach to his 'torture', one much more pleasurable.

The angel had access to everything. His Pet was bound, lying on his back on a table-like structure, his legs spread and tied tightly along with his arms and his things so the man couldn't attempt to hide his cock from him.

Dean moaned as the angel took hold of his half-hard member, shocked at how sensitive it felt in his Master's grasp. His eyes fell closed in bliss as the angel cupped his balls, stroking them along with his dick until he was aching to come after a few moments of the treatment.

The hands suddenly disappeared from him and he let out an involuntary whimper, eyes shooting open to look for the angel. Their eyes met as he watched Castiel take something from his pocket, stroking the inside of his Pet's quivering thighs before tugging his balls, attaching that something cool around the base of them with a second joining it around his cock.

He could feel the uncomfortable stretch on his balls as they were held away from his body by the unknown object. He tried to wriggle away, close his legs to hide his shame but he was held in place

"You look so perfect like this. Can't believe I let you hide this from me for so long." Castiel moaned, unable to stop himself from leaning down and biting possessively at his Pet's chest.

Dean moaned, trying to get away from the awful tightness around his dick, unable to ignore the constant pressure.

"Uncomfortable?" The angel asked with a smirk. "That's going to stop you from coming later. You almost came yesterday. I don't want that happening, do I? Want to keep you nice and hard for me." The angel chuckled, a finger trailing over his hard cock.

Dean whined, trying to buck up into the touch the the hand quickly retreated, leaving him craving more. He didn't have to wait for long before the hands returned, teasingly stroking his body, forcing gasps from the man as his nipples were twisted painfully.

Dean's eyes were clenched shut as Castiel's mouth joined, sucking and biting at skin, causing the man to moan desperately. His cock was ignored for a long time as the angel took his chance to map out every inch of his Pet's skin. His tongue dipped into the bellybutton, tracing defined muscle, always avoiding the steadily leaking member.

Dean whined pitifully, bucking up in an attempt to get some friction on his dick but it was impossible. His whole body ached for release as the angel continued to slowly torture him with his hands until the man was writhing helplessly against the chains, needing more of the delicious torture.

A scream was torn from the man as his cock was engulfed with heat, the angel wrapping his mouth around his Pet's cock, taking it deep as he sucked hard.

Dean needed to come, his balls aching from being forced away from him, He wanted to grab the angel, push his head down and fuck into his throat until he came but his arms were tightly secured above him, leaving the man to scream his frustrations as the sensual torture continued. The angel bobbed his head, moaning around the thickness in his mouth, forcing cries from his Pet as he tried his best to fuck into the delicious heat.

The man forced himself to look when the angel suddenly stopped, all touch disappearing from him. He looked up to see the angel staring down at him, lust obvious in his features. He leaned forwards until his face was inches away from the bound man's lips. Dean stretched up instinctively, trying to get closer, wanting to feel his Master's lips.

Castiel leaned forwards, his lips almost touching before ordering his Pet. "Kiss me."

He didn't hesitate when he closed the gap, pressing his lips against the angel's hungrily, letting his mouth be dominated by the angel's. All he could taste was his Master's tongue as it invaded his mouth, taking every part of him as he moaned helplessly against the onslaught. He strained even more, trying to get closer to his Master as he got more and more desperate.

Dean couldn't breath, his chest was protesting as he tried to take a gulp of air, only succeeding in making Castiel press himself closer, consuming every noise the man made beneath him. The man began to squirm, trying to break away from the tight hold the angel got on his hair as his body screamed for oxygen.

Castiel straddled the man, pushing himself closer, surrounding the man as he squirmed beneath him in an attempt to escape the endless pressure. The angel just moaned, never releasing the man's mouth as he bucked and cried, arousing Castiel further.

Just as Dean thought he couldn't take any more, the angel pulled back, allowing him to take gulps of precious air. He angel looked down at him for a long moment, lustful eyes meeting for a long moment before the angel disappeared. Dean's head snapped up, searching the room for the angel.

His head fell painfully back onto the table, unable to spot the angel. The man concentrated on his breathing, trying to ignore the pressing arousal. Knowing Cas it was only going to get worse.

Footsteps echoed in the room once more, declaring the angel's presence. Dean looked up, watching the angel approach the side of the object he was chained to, holding something in his hand. Castiel purposefully held it between his hands, stretching out the short ribbons of material so Dean could see exactly what was in his hands.

Dean's heart leaped at the sight of the flogger, his dick giving an unwelcome twitch in response. The thought of the last time the angel had used it on him was seared into his mind, reminding him of how he had begged for more.

He whined, trying to pull free of his bindings with renewed effort, knowing that he had given in last time it had happened, knowing that he wanted to give in so badly. Dean's arms protested as he tried to yank them away, only managing to hurt himself.

He couldn't get away, that knowledge only led to desperation as he fought fiercely against his bonds.

"Relax." The angel sighed. "You know this doesn't hurt you. Is that why you're scared, you know what I can do to you, don't you want to feel it? I want to hear you beg again, Pet, you look so perfect when you're begging me to hurt you."

Dean couldn't stop the panic that rose in his chest, forcing him to fight harder to try and stop the inevitable happening. His whole body sang out, begging for the first strike no matter how hard he fought it.

"No, don't. No no..."

Fingers threaded through his hair, pulling the man's head painfully back. "You are going to fucking take it like the slut you are and beg for more. You will never deny me." Castiel hissed, capturing the man's lips with his own in a fierce kiss to stop him from responding.

The man moaned, giving in his fighting as he was kissed viciously, the angel taking everything. Lips tugged against his lips and Dean was sure he could taste blood but he still pressed closer to his Master, needing more.

Dean was gasping when the angel pulled back, not having enough time to recover before the first strike landed on his chest. There wasn't a pause before the next stinging hit landed, making Dean moan as his dick twitched with the knowledge that he would soon be writhing in agony.

Dean wasn't given a moment to get used to the feeling of the flogger before the angel attacked. The feeling of the near constant strikes overriding any thoughts until all he could think about was the blissful pain that seemed to be getting stronger with each strike.

Castiel watched as his Pet fell apart, anticipating each strike, pushing forward to meet the instrument. He couldn't get enough of his Pet like this, wanton and moaning. His eyes were screwed shut as he cried out, taking each strike beautifully. The angel concentrated over the man's upper body, making each strike land on his sensitive nipples until it completely broke past

Soon Dean was writhing once more, almost screaming as the stimulation became too much. He was begging for more, begging for it to stop. He needed something more than the euphoric agony, needed his release but couldn't express it, the only words crossing his lips were mindless pleas.

Castiel suddenly stopped the onslaught, taking a moment to admire his work. It only took seconds for his Pet to start whining, arching his back in a shameless effort to make his Master continue. He watched his Pet's desperation, tears covering his face as he sobbed and moaned uncontrollably, his whole body screaming to be taken.

He ran his nails down the welts on the man's chest, tearing a scream from him and finally attracting his Pet's attention. Shining eyes opened, sluggishly focusing on his Master. The look of complete surrender on his face was too inviting. He wanted to take the man, own him completely.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are like this. I need you so much, need you like this, begging for it all. Do you know why, Pet, why I don't want to stop?" The angel whispered, hands stroking over the tender flesh tortuously.

"Because it does this to me." He explained, untying one of Dean's hand to place it over his crotch, forcing the man to feel the hard length hidden by the slacks. "And it's the best feeling in the world." The angel moaned, forcing Dean's hand to rub gently over the hard length, forced to feel it for the first time.

The angel moaned deeply and purposefully, showing how good it felt to have his Pet's hand pleasuring him. "But you already know that, don't you?" The angel chuckled, looking down at the man's desperately hard cock.

The angel's hand suddenly grasped his swollen member, tugging harshly and making the man moan and squirm in pain. "You love it. Every time I hurt you, you're so fucking hard for me, such a slut." The angel whispered, face so close to Dean's that he thought the angel would kiss him, he wanted it so badly, wanted everything the angel could give him.

He was almost screaming by that point, trying to squirm away from the hand and trying to get closer. Everything was on fire, he couldn't breathe or think, just take everything his Master was forcing upon him

Dean couldn't deny it, not when he was so hard, hopelessly fucking into his torturer's hand. All the pain and hurt and humiliation and fear. He loved it, needed it more than air and in that second, with the angel staring deep into his with one hand holding him over the brink of orgasm, Dean couldn't lie to himself any more.

In that moment Dean knew that he never wanted this to stop. He couldn't ever walk away and for the first time he couldn't lie to himself. He needed this, more than he had ever thought possible and he never wanted to leave this room if it meant his Master would stay and be there to take care of him.

The angel stepped back, raising the flogger one last time, knowing his Pet was too lost to find pain in the strikes. He watched as the man squirmed and moaned and begged as tears stained his face. He was perfect, wanton. Castiel only wished he could bring this part of his Pet out, keep him forever.

Dean choked out one last cry, sure he couldn't take any more when it all suddenly stopped. The cuffs were removed but Dean hardly noticed, he concentrated on breathing as he watched the angel hazily. He heard the angel's light chuckle as he clung to the form that held him but couldn't find the strength to care.

It's not like he could fight; Castiel was a fucking angel. The thought that he could get used to the humiliating pleasure the angel forced upon him was horrifying but there was no other way. If he was good then he would get food and a bed, he wouldn't be left in the darkness of the tiny cage with nothing but torture to look forward to.

He was too exhausted to fight as he was carried towards the cage, once again placed into it. Dean rolled over, getting into the position the angel had put him in before without thinking, holding out his arms so they could be chained above him in the cage.

To the man's surprise, Castiel settled on the ground next to him instead, a hand wrapping itself around the bars of his cage. Dean looked up at the angel, surprised at how confused the angel looked.

"I wasn't sure about doing this, Pet." He whispered after some long moments. "Taking so much of your pleasure so soon but you were made for this, weren't you? Taking everything I give to you and begging for more. I can't help myself around you." He slowly admitted, somehow making it sound as if it was Dean's fault for his lack of control. "I want you by my side, not stuck in this room. I want to care for you, keep you as mine. I know you want it, too. How long are you going to deny this to yourself?"

Dean wanted to answer, wanted to say that he wanted his Master and say he was sorry for being so stupid but he couldn't get the words out before the angel continued.

"I can't blame you for thinking that choosing this is wrong. I know that you had a hard life, that you have never had the chance to switch off. You were always protecting and saving people. It was your life and I know it's hard to let it go now but this isn't Hell. I will never make you suffer for making the right choice, never force you to make the choice between your own torture and the suffering of others. I will never mock you or torture you unnecessarily.

"In hell the only way out of the pain was to torture others." The angel whispered, the hand reaching through and gently stroking his Pet. "Here, the only consequence is me treating you like I should. I want to take care of you. I want you to truly be my Pet and I know you want it, too. You are lying to yourself if you believe that Hell hasn't changed you, it has, so very much. I can see it in you thoughts, your soul, your eyes. You have wanted it all to end for so long. I can do that for you. No more decisions, no more lives that depend on you. You need someone to take control before the guilt becomes too much." The angel's words were sad, as if it pained him that he couldn't care for his Pet like he needed to.

Dean hated himself at that moment. It was his fault for ignoring something so obvious, for fighting his nature. Every word the angel said was the truth and Dean knew it. He tried to say it out loud, tell the angel that he wanted it but the words refused to form.

After a long pause, the angel sighed, taking his Pet's hands so that he could attach the cuffs. He quickly secured the man's hands and in a moment of kindness wrapped them around a bar at the front instead of the top so his Pet could be comfortable.

The man noticed the small act of kindness, smiling tiredly as he settled onto the floor with a yawn. He almost kicked out when he felt a hand on him but forced himself to relax. Dean just closed his eyes, trying to not react as the angel's hands worked over his still painfully hard cock.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the cock ring was removed, along with the angel's hands, glad that the torture was finally over. He wanted to say it out loud, tell his Master but sleep was dragging him down, mixing with the tingling pain and preventing him from saying anything.

His eyes slipped closed, the sound of the slamming door telling him that he was alone. It didn't really matter, though. When his Master came in the morning he would show him that he could be good.

I do need to apologise. I know I am not the best writer/updater in the world but I do hope that what I do write helps you all to forgive me just a little bit!

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