alright guys. here's the first real chapter. now, i know that this is namely a Destiel fic, and it's going to be fairly long for me, so don't bite me too hard over the fact that those two don't have sex for a little while. but, as you have read, Katz is a Dominatrix and "things" happen. chapter 2 will be posted by the end of the week, and i hope that you like this taste of BDSM.

kripke owns all recognizable characters, all mistakes are my own

this chapter is rated M/A for explicit BDSM sex and drunken scenes.

Chapter 1:

Later that month, things had escalated for Castiel. Katarzyna and he had passed the project with flying colors, and she was now often staying at his place, making it feel a bit 'homier' for the both of them. The night after their presentation, she had come by Cas's apartment after 'a job' with a big bottle of tequila and a few limes, preparing to make him do shots with her. He smiled wickedly and let her in.

"So I found a boy I think you need!" she shouted from the kitchen, searching for shot glasses and salt.

"Oh really? Need" he called back, changing in his bedroom from his khakis and button down into track pants and a soft t-shirt. "Forgive me if I am skeptical of your clients!" he sighed, stepping into the kitchen and opening the small cabinet above the fridge that held his shot glasses.

Katarzyna rolled her eyes, pouring the salt into a bowl and filling up one of the shot glasses with water from the tap. "He isn't a client! I ran into him in the cafeteria today and he seemed really sweet. He's damaged though, obviously. Bisexual, living with a gay kid across campus. Suuuuuper hot!" she glanced sideways at Cas who was staring at her, filling the other two shot glasses with the tequila.

"What was his name?" Cas asked. He pulled out a knife to cut the limes with, and Katarzyna took it from him, turning back to the counter. "Just fyi, I am not getting drunk tonight! It's a Wednesday!" he argued as she rolled her eyes.

"Dean Winchester is his name," she replied, "How freaking hot a name is that? I about asked him home myself. But he didn't want me; I'm too obviously a Dom. He needs a good little sub." She kept her eyes on the limes, knowing that the comment would spark Castiel's attention. She bit her lip, and fought a smile as he asked,

"Dean Winchester? I… I didn't know he was gay…." As Cas's voice trailed off, she turned to him, dipping her finger in the water-filled glass and rolling it in the flaked kosher salt.

"Food for thought, puppy. Now, lick, shoot, and bite the lime!" a wicked grin crossed her face as she made the command, and with Castiel's kink, she knew he would follow through.

Cas came closer, bending his head down to meet her, as she was barefoot and shorter than he was. He took her hand at the wrist, sucking the finger into his mouth and rolling it, swiping his tongue around like it was a cock.

"Lord baby, you're gonna make me have to go find that boy myself and make him accept the free ride!" she cried. Cas released her with a low grumble, tossing back the tequila shot, pulling a face, and shoving a lime into his mouth.

"No way, after this I may have to fight you for him," Cas winked at her, dipping his finger into the water filled glass and rolling it in the salt, holding it out to her. At her quizzical look he added, "He's in two of my core classes." Her eyebrow quirked and she lapped the salt off of Castiel's finger.

Before long, Katarzyna was pushing a heavily drunken Cas into his bedroom. He was a giggly drunk, but this time all the talk about that Dean guy had him riled up, and he wanted someone to press him into the mattress and take him hard. He considered asking Katz to do this, knowing her profession she probably had a stash of dildos in her car, but he was too bashful even this drunk to ask. Cas bit into his lip to prevent it spilling from his inebriated mouth.

Katarzyna noted the bashful stare and smiled, every bit as drunk as Cas, but better at being able to think. They had each done at least 10 shots, and there were chewed limes peppering the kitchen counters.

"No, Cas," she whispered in his ear. "Behave. Tomorrow we will fetch you your sexy man, and you can ride him all weekend. But right now you need to sleep off the tequila. It's only midnight, you'll be fine tomorrow if you sleep now." She crawled into the queen bed next to him, curling her body around Cas's slighter form, and who preferred to be the little spoon. They were both asleep in a matter of minutes, the tequila taking them into a dreamland for a short nap, only to be roused in a couple hours-still very drunk-by a car honking down the road.

~0~0~

Dean was roused from a fitful sleep by Gabriel slapping him repeatedly. He sat straight up in bed, fighting off his nearly naked roommate as he attempted to fight off the attacker in his dreams. Gabriel jumped off of the bed, raising a hand to hit Dean if he had to, and he had needed to before to prevent harm coming to himself.

"DEAN!" Gabriel shouted, making Dean jump and look at him wide eyed. "Are you awake? Like, are you really awake? Say something so I know!"

"Gabe shut the hell up, I'm awake!" Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, fighting back the visions. He saw a shadow shift in the doorway, and knew that Gabe's little plaything had stayed over, and was spying in the hall out of curiosity. Gabriel shifted to the hall and cooed at his lover, telling him to go back to bed. Dean had to admit, his friend had wicked taste in ass; that freshman was gorgeous.

"What was I doing?" Dean asked, too ashamed even after all these moths to look Gabriel in the eye when he asked. Gabe sat on the bed, offering open arms which Dean refused. He put his arms back down on the bed.

"You started off whimpering, which I ignored. Then I assume the stabbing stuff started because you were grabbing your scars on your ribs and screaming. By the time I really tried waking you up I'm assuming you were being raped?" Dean nodded, keeping his gaze deep in the comforter. Sweat was pouring off of him. Gabriel sighed, shoving off of the mattress to stand next to Dean. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around his demonized friend, feeling a tear land on his forearm as he hugged Dean.

"I'll see you later, Tristan is waiting. Take a shower and relax, big guy." And he was gone, sliding Dean's door shut with a gentle pull and padding back down the hallway to the other end of the house.

Dean decided to go for a walk, checking the time. On his phone as he pocketed it. 2:43 A.M. Wonderful.

~0~0~

Dean walked slowly down one side of the campus and planned to go up the other, thankful that he had such an understanding friend as Gabriel to watch over him. His thoughts were interrupted by a car honking in the distance. He started to think about other things, and found himself wondering about Castiel. He had seen him in class for several weeks now, forcing small talk like the shy bastard he was. Cas definitely gave off the vibe of a bottom, but Dean was still damaged enough to have his doubts. He noticed that he was actually off campus when he saw the rows of houses and apartment structures rather than dorm halls and class buildings. He wondered vaguely where he was, and saw a street lamp illuminating a street sign. Trunk Street. Hmm, he had never been down this far. Dean walked the silent sidewalk, hands deep in his pockets and thinking to himself. Suddenly, a door bursts open, and raucous laughter preceded the girl he met yesterday in the cafeteria. Katarzyna, right? Dean slows his walk, wondering what she is doing down here. She was dressed in a positively winning little pair of shorts and a white tank top, no shoes, hair in a messy braid to the side, and sporting a very drunken expression.

That's when Castiel follows her out the door, laughing hysterically and holding onto a large tequila bottle. Dean's eyes widen, and he is wondering whether to turn around and head home, or go say hi when Katarzyna sees him and cat calls.

"Ooooh, it's Dean-o! Castiel, didn't I tell you your lover would come tomorrow! Look at the time!" Cas smiled widely, suddenly bashful. They were sitting on his apartment complex's front stoop, relaxing in the brisk air of the evening.

Dean decided to walk over to them. Cas was looking especially tantalizing in his loose sweat pants that Dean had to bet had nothing under them, and a vintage soft t-shirt. His hair was ruffled from being excessively drunk, and the drink made his eyes glaze over, somehow enhancing the vibrant blue. Under Dean's scrutiny, Cas lowered his gaze, his lips parting. Dean's heart thundered in his ears as Katarzyna waited for an answer to her question.

"I'm sorry what?" Dean asked, blushing from being caught staring at Cas.

"I said would you like some? We have salt and limes inside" she pried the bottle from Cas's hand, and offered it to Dean. He had never been much of a tequila person, but hell, this night was weird enough, why not? He took a swing, feeling the eyes of two very horny drunkards watching his throat swallow the stinging liquid.

"Oh lord," Cas whispered, leaning in to Katz's shoulder. She bit her lip to hide a smile, and her eyes roamed. Dean set the bottle back on the stoop, feeling like a piece of meat being assessed. Katarzyna got up and walked to the trunk of her car, popping it and taking out a black duffel bag. She came back and winked at Cas, who made a soft whimpering sound and bit into his bottom lip.

"So uh…what are you guys celebrating?" he asked, looking down and finding himself unable to NOT look at Cas.

"We finished a big project in our Spanish class, so Katz brought over a bottle here and we've been sucking salt off each other's fingers all night," Cas spluttered into laughter at the end, unable to contain himself. When he sat back up he had his teeth pressed into his bottom lip again, making Dean want to taste it. Dean's eyebrows rose.

"Ooh, Cas, I think Dean here needs a little demonstration of your witty tongue!" she hauled herself up, throwing the bag over her shoulder and pulling Cas with her as he was attached to her hand with a death grip. Dean took the bottle off the stoop and followed the two heathens inside and up the stairs.

As they walked into the small apartment, Dean took a look around, noticing painfully when Katarzyna took her bag to the bedroom. He thought that maybe he had pegged the kid wrong…. Castiel turned to him, offering a shot with one hand and a finger rolled in salt with the other. He looked up at Dean through his dark lashes, eyes burning. A small pink tongue flicked out, swiping over his fuller upper lip in anticipation of having Dean suck on his finger. The larger man shuddered, but took the finger in his mouth instantly, rolling the digit and wrapping his tongue around it, ensuring he got all of the salt. Or maybe he was just taunting Castiel.

They got about five shots into Dean this way, all but making Cas a quivering mess with Dean rolling his tongue over Cas's salty digits. In the end Dean wound up scooping Castiel onto the kitchen counter so his knees would stop shaking. By this time, Katarzyna was back and was standing behind Cas, carding her hands through his messy hair, making him moan wantonly. They all moved to the small couch in the living room/dining room/kitchen and Dean was sitting in the center, Cas straddling his lap, facing him. Neither had moved to kiss the other yet, and Katz was growing tired with the scenery.

After the sixth shot, Dean was bleary-eyed and breathing hard. His boner was pressing hard against his jeans, and Cas's was standing free in the sweatpants. He blushed when Dean looked down at it, but kept his hands on the shot glass and bottle.

Katarzyna had of course never told Dean what she did for a living, but Cas knew. And he knew she was standing behind him, getting hot just like they were. He was caught off guard when she threaded her fingers through the hair on the back of his skull, twisting her fingers to grip his hair hard, pulling his head back so that his neck was strained. Cas's breath faltered, and his cock throbbed again, pressing lightly into Dean's belly. Dean, however, couldn't take his eyes off of Cas's throat, exposed how it was. His hands tightened on Castiel's hips and he willed them to behave. Castiel set the bottle down on the floor, the shot glass slipping from his fingers as he tried to find purchase with Dean's shirt.

"Dean," Katarzyna dragged his attention upwards, to where she loomed over Castiel's face. "Do you want to kiss my slave?"

To say that the question caught Dean by surprise is putting it lightly. His eyes widened, and he didn't understand, but the drink made him nod imperceptibly. She roughly pushed Castiel's head back straight, releasing his scalp as she hooked his hands behind his back. Castiel kept his eyes down, but tilted his face to Dean, breathing heavily.

Dean tilted his head, leaning into Castiel, matching his lips to the smaller man with a heady moan. Cas fought Katarzyna weakly as she held his arms behind him, desperate to touch the lesser god beneath him. Katz couldn't blame him, and Cas hadn't exactly paid her for tonight, so she let him go, watching the two beautiful men fight for dominance- or rather submission- on the couch.

She moved to the arm chair in the corner, merely watching the match she had made run its course. Her phone rang, and she looked briefly at the caller ID before answering,

"Gabriel," she soothed. "Your boy toy making you desperate for my help already?"

"Hell no princess, I was wondering if Dean was around you. He disappeared a couple hours ago!"

"Yes, he is over here on Trunk Street with me and Castiel. Drunk as a skunk with his tongue currently buried in my client." Gabriel sighed into the phone.

"Finally!" he cried. "My boy's been pining for too long. How's it going?" he asked.

"Pretty good, but I'm afraid they're both drunk out of their minds, I'm pretty drunk myself. Any way you could drive a mile and come get him? There's no way this is going to be their first time; Castiel would never forgive me!" Gabriel laughed into the mouthpiece at her dramatic tone.

"Yeah I'll be right there," and he hung up.

~0~0~

With Dean gone home with his roommate, Katz had a very randy Castiel to deal with. She had taken to staying the night here anyway, when she wasn't doing a job. She locked the door behind Gabriel as he sagged under Dean's weight. The larger man pouted at Katarzyna, but she was firm, even using her Dom voice to make Dean shut up enough to go with Gabriel.

During the extraction, she ordered Cas into the bedroom to wait for her, naked on the bed. Although he was sad to see Dean go, he became jittery at the prospect of Katarzyna taking the edge off. He had sobered up enough to realize that having first-time sex with someone you've wanted for a while was a bad idea when you were cross-eyed drunk on tequila, even for him.

~0~0~

"Castiel, I need you to relax!" Katarzyna huffed out, not appreciating the tiny man's struggles and wriggling. They had fooled around before, but Cas always put gas in her car or paid for her dinner as payment. Now that they were drunk she wasn't so sure she was going to get anything out of it. Technically she shouldn't worry about that, they were having fun right now. He had harangued her until she consented to give him what his body craved.

Castiel was face down on the mattress, a pillow fluffed up under his hips. He had wanted Dean to take him like this, pressing him into the sheets and making him forget his own name.

"Oh god, Katz! I- I don't want to be able to walk to class tomorrow! Make it huuuurt!" he moaned into the bed, biting the fabric of the sheets roughly. She gave a low chuckle behind him, fingers deep in his ass, preparing him. Her hands were busy at work, but her eyes trailed each line in his extensive back tattoo that she'd only seen a couple times. From the arches of his shoulders all the way down to the bottom of his butt cheeks, and across the entire width of his back, even overlapping onto his ribs on each side, were two very ornate grayscale angel wings. The tattoo had to have been done by one of the most talented and expensive artists in the world, and must have cost a small fortune. The lines were perfect, not a hint of shading out of place. They almost seemed real in their detail, and Katz found herself running a hand down the length of them before she could stop herself.

"Baby you have nothing to worry about. I know what you need, and you're going to get it like always!" she leaned over the edge of the bed, rifling around in her bag for a second before pulling out a glass butt plug. With a growl from Cas, she withdrew her fingers and painted the bulb of the plug with heating lube. Cas threw a glance over his shoulder, eyeing the toy.

"You're gonna need a lot more than that to fuck me properly!" he growled at her, his voice deep with gravel and lust. Katz had learned that he talked dirty when he was like this, strung out on desire and alcohol. Thank God he didn't drink much. She cocked a smile at him, unceremoniously matching the tip of the bulb to his anus and shoving it in with one move. Cas cried out and his hands fisted in the sheets, not anticipating the full on invasion.

"Castiel, what did I tell you?" Katarzyna turned on her Dom voice, raising up to curve her body over Castiel's. He whimpered at the dominating stance and turned his face into the bed.

"To be quiet, ma'am." He faltered out, clenching his rectum around the invasive bulb, longing for friction. Katz leaned back and slapped a firm hand on his ass, right next to the flare of the plug. He cried a soft whimper, before adding, "Unless you ask me a direct question."

"Now, do I need to gag you? I've got plenty of things that I'd just love to jam in between those pretty lips of yours."

"No ma'am. AAH!" he cried out, the result of another hard spank. She matched her fingers to the tattooed feathers that stretched to brush the bottom curve of his cheeks.

"Good boy," she whispered, sitting back on her heels behind Castiel's upturned ass, tugging the plug in and out, stretching the first ring of muscles.

By the time Katarzyna got to fixing a substantially sized dildo into the strap-on harness, Castiel's thighs were positively shivering with anticipation and need. She had toyed him thoroughly, removing the plug after a few minutes and sizing up to various phalluses, refusing him the pleasure of touching himself at all. After a few mishaps, Cas's wrists were bound to the headboard above him, and she had pulled his body down the bed so that they were held taught, no means of escape. He had thrashed a bit and began talking dirty again, so she took a short, thick phallus and pressed his tongue down, shoving it in and strapping the leather thongs around his head. He had only grown harder in the process.

Castiel had a lot of kinks, and being bound senseless was certainly one of them. The loss of control was a rush, and submitting was just the tip of the iceberg. He was such a good bottom, would be such a good bottom for Dean, thought Katarzyna. If only Dean could handle the sadism that Castiel craved. It would be a process, she decided.

Castiel was on his back now, knees drawn up to his chest and tied down with ropes that ran through the slats of the headboard. He was held wide by the same ropes, as they were tied to either post, and he was centered on the bed. For the last hour, he had had a long vibrating dildo deep in his ass, and he was positively quivering with the need for release. Katarzyna had put a cock ring on him at the start to prevent him drying out before they were done. So far he'd come twice despite the bondage purely from prostate stimulation.

"Castiel," she crooned, leaning up over his bound body to lick at his ear. He moaned against the gag, and she unbuckled it. He pushed the phallus out with his tongue, licking his dried lips and flexing is jaw before cocking his head to look back at her. "I know you're ready, darling. Do you want to stay in your bonds for the final act, or would you prefer to be loose?" she always left the last bit up to her beginners. It was the advanced people that wanted the bondage long after the final release.

"I—I want to stay, the hands…but can you untie my legs?" he asked cautiously, licking his lips and biting into the lower one, worrying it. "Please ma'am?" he added as an afterthought. Katz bit her lip to avoid a smile at his discretion.

"Of course love." With that Katarzyna tugged at the leg bonds and released them, only to pull his legs around her waist. "What about this one?" she whispered, brushing over his erection and making him shout out, hands clenching in his cuffs above his head. She leaned down and gave the distended member a firm lick from taint to tip.

"Oh God please take that off!" he cried, bucking into her hand as she tripped the latch on the bottom of the tight ring. As the blood rushed back over his intensely aroused member, Castiel's back arched and he sucked in a deep breath, simultaneously urging Katz to go on with her present scheme by grinding against her strap-on with as much force as his tired body could muster.

Katarzyna gently kissed and licked up Castiel's stomach and chest as she sank the heavily oiled phallus deep into his ass. The harrowing sensation caused the young man to cry out, wishing he had asked her to release him fully. His hands flexed, trying to find anything he could to hold onto, and finding nothing. Seeing the look in his eyes, Katz stretched her hand up from where it had been clenched in Cas's hair, and flipped the catch on the chain linking the two cuffs. She knew he wasn't quite ready for that yet, the total loss of control. "Move!" he cried out, wriggling his pelvis, trying to gain some friction.

Her hand fisted in his hair again, pulling his head back sharply and causing him to gasp aloud.

"You don't command me, Castiel. You are MY slave right now. I will move when I please, and right now looking at your face while I am inside you pleases me." Cas bit into his lip, his breath coming hard but even.

Katarzyna sat back on her heels, pulling halfway out of Cas in the process. With one flick of her hips, she drove back in, hitting his prostate hard and fast several times in a row. He didn't even have time to scream before he started to come, arching his back so hard it could have snapped and clenching Katz's outer thighs as she pounded home over and over again.

"Come for me Castiel, NOW!" she commanded, hitting his prostate hard with one final thrust. He screamed through the orgasm, painting his stomach and chest with semen as she made small movements in and out of his overworked ass. By the time he had come down, she was still making those tiny movements, and he was so boneless that he didn't even care. He was her slave tonight, it didn't matter.

He still wished it had been Dean to take him over though.

Katarzyna pulled out, pushing his left leg over his right hip so that his back was twisted and his shoulders were flat on the bed. She cleaned up the toys, wiping them down with Clorox wipes before putting them in her bag to take them home and be steamed clean. Cas lay there limply as she leaned over him to remove the cuffs and placed them in the bag as well.

"Come on you little twink," she teased, flicking a nipple and causing Cas to look down his body at her sharply. "Shower time." She called with a smile, spanking his turned ass hard and making him quiver. He heard the shower turn on and Katz climb in, rinsing excess oil off of her and small splashes of semen. Cas crawled out of bed and hobbled across the carpet, not surprised that she had stayed true to her word.

"I can't walk, you broke me," he whimpered, stepping under the hot spray with his friend. She only smiled back at him, planting a small kiss on his pouty lips.
"Told you I would give you what you asked for," she winked, slipping out of the shower to let him wash the semen off his torso.

A few minutes later, Cas stumbled back into the bedroom, hair wet and sticking out everywhere, and a very, very sore ass. At lest he didn't have to wash semen out of himself, he pondered, biting his lip. Katz sat in the center of the bed with a small tin in her hand, and took the lid off as he put his knees onto the bed, crawling in next to her. At his curious glance, she giggled.

"It's a salve love. I make it myself at home. Turn over and let me ease some of that discomfort." He pouted and flattened his body out on his stomach on the bed, helping Katz tug his boxer briefs down his thighs. He watched her over his shoulder as she took two fingers and rolled them in the thick salve, handing him the container for his curiosity and parting his cheeks gently. At his low hiss, she paused, but continued when he looked back over at her. Katarzyna painted the rim with one of her fingers, using it to distract Cas as the other finger slipped in, rubbing the thick concoction over his abused walls.

Cas moaned at the slight tingling he felt, the medication in the salve doing its job. It smelled strong, sweet but menthol-like. It felt amazing and did what it was supposed to do.

"Now, baby you're still going to be quite sore, but that takes the sting off. I'll do it again before you go to class." She winked at his scowl, realizing that it was almost 7 am and they still hadn't slept. "There's no way in hell you're missing your classes with Dean. I wanna hear about the face he pulls when you waddle into class and sit next to him."

She tucked her best friend under her chin, ignoring his whimper of protest to attending class, rolling him so that he was the little spoon and wrapping a firm arm around his thin stomach. He relaxed into her hold instantly, falling asleep in mere seconds.

They had to be up for class in less than two hours.

i know this isn't traditional Destiel, but it becomes that in the next chapter. bear with me kiddies

****Katarzyna's name is pronounced *keh-TAR-zinna* (the z is like "su" in "measure") its Russian in case you didn't guess 0:)