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Chapter 4:

Dean changed into what he hoped was a suitable pair of black dress slacks and a dark red button down. His hands fumbled over the buttons he was so anxious for what he was diving into with Cas. The smaller man sat on the bed bouncing his leg. They were back at Dean's so that he could change into something more proper than his typical jeans and t-shirt. Cas on the other hand was free to wear whatever he- or rather Dean- wanted him to wear. He'd chosen a similar outfit but swapped the red shirt for a blue one that made his eyes brighter than ever. He came up gently to finish Dean's shirt buttons, a firm hand descending to smoothe out the wrinkles in his slacks.

"Dean, we don't have to go if you don't want to. We can just stay here and try another time."

"No, I'm fine Castiel," he used his full name, pressing a hard kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. "I want to try to do the things you like, too." At that he received a shy smile before Katarzyna bounded into the room in a shiny red sequined dress and sky high heels. Her hair was up in a pile on top of her head and a few artsy curls dangled down around her collar bones. Dean had to admit, she was a hell of a catch. He swallowed hard when she sauntered to him, completely ignoring Cas.

"Here, it's a temporary collar for tonight. Go ahead and claim him so that when we get there we can just stroll right in rather than stall at the door." She turned to his boyfriend and stared in his face, at which he cast his eyes to the floor. "Such a good boy." She turned on her heel and walked out, adding a "Make it quick" as she rounded the corner. Dean looked at the object in his hands.

It was a necklace made of thick hemp threads, stocky and short so that it would hang like a choker. From the center was a single oblong glass bead that matched Dean's eyes exactly, even including the gold flecks. Cas flicked his eyes up to Dean's as he lowered himself to his knees in the middle of Dean's bedroom.

"Dean, this means that you can and will use me in any way you please tonight. I will get pleasure from serving you, it's one of my…kinks if you will. The people at the club will be expecting you to at the very least keep a hand on me at all times, if not have me fetch drinks for you or service you on the floor. There are no rules except to not touch a claimed person unless you have explicit permission. Are you going to be okay?" He rested his palms on Dean's thighs, feeling them tremble slightly, and looked up into his boyfriend's green eyes.

"Cas, I… I think I want to do this. I'm excited, just nervous. I've never had the chance to play the Dom before, so you have to understand." He linked the lobster-claw to the adjoining link on the necklace, and it rested like a choker around Cas's pale throat. His mouth watered with want to lick the skin, take Cas under him like he had the other night. Something in him screamed that they weren't ready for this yet, but he wanted to test the waters now, not wait around. He held out his hand for Cas to take, which he did after pressing a kiss to Dean's palm fervently. They walked down the hall, Dean in front, to meet Katarzyna in the living room where she sat bouncing her leg and waiting impatiently.

"Ugh, come on!" she growled, heading out to the car with the men trailing behind her quietly.

~0~0~

The trio arrived at the club with a good half hour to spare before the show started. Katz slid through the door easily, hugging a few other females who stared at her bait plainly, with hunger in their eyes. The lady at the desk by the door stopped Dean as he made to follow Katarzyna with a small gesture, catching his attention. Castiel followed obediently behind Dean, his eyes drinking in the scenery.

"Are you taken little lamb?" the woman asked, craning her neck around Dean's torso from her seat. Her nametag said Naomi, and she had a distinct naughty librarian look to her. Cas looked to Dean and nodded quickly muttering "Yes ma'am."

She smiled sweetly, scanning Katarzyna's pass twice again before gesturing to a large bin to her left. "Take the appropriate wrist band and head on in," she cooed, shifting her eyes to the next person behind them.

Dean stepped to the side, following Katz's lead. She took a red band, which indicated a Dom status. He looked at her under his lashes and took one too, but she stopped his hand, motioning to the sign. His eyes scanned the other bands as he kept his peripheral vision on Cas who floated close behind his left hip.

Cas was keeping his head down, but he could feel eyes sliding over his body constantly. Until he was marked with this band, he was free game to the people coming in. A plaything for the taking, like a toy left behind on the beach. Dean was keeping an overprotective eye on him, but he didn't exactly feel safe until he felt a familiar hand circle his wrist and pull him forward.

The bands were organized in smaller bins within the large chest. Red was for straight Doms, orange for claimed subs. Yellow was for unclaimed subs who were there to play, green for curious adventurers who were taking their first sight-see here, blue for gay subs who were open to be played with, and purple for claimed gay subs who were there with their Dom. Black was for gay or bi-sexual Doms. Dean took a black one and stretched the rubber over his hand, taking a purple one for Cas, folding his boyfriend's long dress sleeves up to his elbows so that the band was clear to be seen.

Katarzyna tapped her heel on the ground and waited for the two men to join her at the double-doors that led to the show floor. "This place is huge, and there are many rooms to see before we settle in for the show," she explained, leading the way. "If you want to stop in any of the exhibits, tell me and we will linger. Otherwise we can go back after the main event."

Apparently on tonight's viewing menu was an erotic display where a couple of male subs would be put through the ringer under their female Dom. Dean's blood raced in his veins, his hand automatically going out to seek Castiel's in the dimness.

Katarzyna led them down a hallway that branched into four possible corridors. They took the far right, and Katz explained that it simply looped around the whole building anyway so that there was nothing to be missed. The first hall was lined with cages, each holding at least one white-banded subordinate in them, the white signifying them as workers here, not visitors. Groups of Doms and their slaves were gathered in front of various ones, watching and petting the scenery. Kay noticed Dean's slowing pace and paused to let them catch up. Each of the subs was fitted with a thick phallus in each of their respective holes, and they trembled ferociously in their bonds. One male, whom they had stopped dead in front of, was chained face-first on the outer wall of the cage, his hands high over his head and his feet actually in holes in the cement floor so he was held fast. Sweat dropped off him in rivulets, his hair plastered to his face as his nostrils flared for breath. Dean reached out a hand when Kay nodded, running his palm down the man's spine and curving over his ass. He looked at Cas while he did this, gauging his reaction.

Castiel kept his head down, but his jaw clenched and lips pursed at the sight of Dean touching another man. His Dom threw his head back with a hearty laugh and they were led further down the hall. Now they came to an area where slaves were bound to various wood structures, their masters and mistresses doing whatever they pleased with them. This included everything from outright fucking them to fondling, and even leaving them alone. But always there was a trained eye on the slave, keeping watch.

From there they maneuvered on to other halls, seeing everything from sex in hallways to artfully hung slaves who were being vibrated and fondled to almost-climax before they were swung out into open air until they were caught by their ropes again by another passing stranger.

Cas was particularly fascinated by a man who was wrapped in ropes on his knees. The slave's ankles had been drawn up as though he was kneeling, and his ankles bound to his thighs, the cords wrapping all the way from junction of thigh to knee so there was no escape. Under him was a symbian machine, a vibrating saddle fitted with a long, thick dildo. He sat on it, impaled by the phallus to hold him in place. His arms were drawn taught behind his back, wrist bound to crook of elbow on each side and the rope wrapping around both arms in between the bound joints. His mouth was held open by a jaw-jack, the thick leather straps buckled behind his head, and a sleeping mask marred his vision. A yellow wrist band indicated his ability to be played with, and a bodyguard stood close by to monitor activity.

Cas happened to look back at Dean as Katarzyna leaned away from him, having whispered into his ear. Dean's eyes were wide, and snapped back to Cas quickly. As his Dom came toward him, Cas's eyes dropped from the man, not sure what Dean was going to say.

"You like that?" he asked, waving a hand at the bound slave.

"Y-yes sir, I'd like to try it sometime." He whispered, biting his lower lip.

"Well, why don't you ask him if he can relieve that raging erection a bit, darling, and we can go sit down?" Cas's eyes slammed up to meet Dean's, which were looking back at him expectantly. The smaller mad gasped when Dean's hands undid his button and fly, reaching between the flap on his boxer briefs and pulling out his engorged cock.

"Go on," Dean urged, patting Cas's behind playfully and ushering him in the direction of the bound man who at this point was writhing against his bonds, grinding down as far has he could on the dildo. Cas approached him slowly, his own erection bobbing in front of him as Dean had pulled out and left it high.

"M-my Master wants me to release in your mouth, okay?" he whispered to the other slave, his head bowed, the man moaned and nodded, wriggling on the saddle some more and craning his neck to reach out for Cas's cock. The black haired man wrapped his hands around the bound slave's skull, carding through his hair and lining himself up for a good skull-fucking. He chanced a glance back to Dean, who was staring intently at the scenery but not touching himself. Even Katarzyna had paused on the far side of the room and was making her way back to Dean slowly. He pushed into the man's mouth, throwing his head back as he thrust in and out slowly. People had gathered to watch, and palmed the slave's accessible parts as he took Cas in his mouth over and over. His gag reflex had been destroyed, and Cas was able to go as deep as he could every time, nothing to worry about.

"De-Dean!" he cried out, looking for his boyfriend in the gloom. Dean's eyes flashed as he uttered one word and Cas came undone in an instant.

"Come," he commanded, green eyes ablaze and pants tight, constricting his ravenous cock. Cas threw his head back and came hard, shooting down the slave's throat. He took it willingly, trying to suckle at Cas's tender head around the jaw-jack. Cas tucked himself back in his pants, resisting the urge to wipe the trail of come dribbling down the slave's chin as he walked back to Dean in the shadows.

"Come on then," Dean muttered, taking Cas by the hand and leading him off behind Katz to the showroom where the main stage was. There was a show about to begin, and they chose one of many isolated booths on the outskirts of the room. The both itself was surrounded on all four sides by a thick red velvet curtain, and the front drew up and dropped down to create privacy if it was so desired. They drew it up to watch the show, but dean had a feeling that he would want to take it down in a little while. He adjusted himself in his trousers awkwardly, not wanting to let Cas know just how hard he was yet. His boyfriend and Katz murmured between themselves, peering around the room and wondering aloud what the show was that night.

At this specific club, a Dom can rent the stage room and use as many slaves as he wants in as many different ways as he wants, even getting the audience involved sometimes. Tonight was a very special show.

The Dom was called Mr. Logan and his slave was a particularly lean young male who went unnamed. They came out at exactly nine o'clock, the Dom huge and muscular, the veins under his skin almost purple and standing out clearly. His slave was young, maybe twenty, and thin like Castiel. His hands were bound behind him, and first the Dom led him to what looked like a short set of gymnast bars. Two vertical bars held one horizontal firmly, and the three in the booth noted the handcuffs on either corner of the setup. Into these cuffs the slave's hands were guided, his head angled downward, almost reaching the floor as his arms were stretched out behind and up, his legs straight out under him so that he was still standing on his toes. As the Dom went to town, alternating between whipping and caressing the slave in this position, Cas felt Dean's hand snake over to his lap, cupping his re-filling erection. He palmed the smaller man through his clothes, and Cas tried to remain still for him but he was too turned-on. A moan escaped his lips a split second too soon, and Dean's eyes flashed. Katz looked bored, toying with her hair and pouting. Her eyes remained on the show on stage, though.

"Get under the table and take care of this," Dean growled in the smaller man's ear, putting his hand onto his straining cock thought the trousers. Cas licked his lips, his eyes growing wide with lust, and dove under the table without a second thought. Dean wriggled in his seat so that Castiel could get his pants unzipped and free his aching cock, almost crying out when the hot mouth descended upon him. He laid his hands on the back of Cas's head so that when he bobbed back up he wouldn't hit his head on the table. He looked furtively around the room, noting that a few other people were either drawing their shades or having their significant others do similar favors for them under the cover of the table.

He fisted his hands in Cas's downy hair, choking down a yell as he thrust up into his throat twice before releasing fully. Cas's breath came in gasps under the table, his hands trembling on Dean's clothed thighs in a silent beg to go home and be filled over and over again.

"Well, go home if you want to," Katarzyna muttered at the duo, Cas managing to crawl back up into the seat next to Dean. "I'll just hang around here and see if I can't take some poor sap home for the night." She flicked her hair and looked around the gloomy room.

Dean leaned down and whispered in Cas's ear, plotting a better way for all of them. Cas nodded furiously and Dean took Katz's hand leading them all out of the show room silently.

"We are all going home, and you and I," he pointed a finger at Katz, "are going to make a bit of a Cas sandwich." Her grin was wicked as they got in the car and drove home, a trembling Castiel face-down in the back seat impaled by Dean's over hard cock as the girl drove. He cried out as he felt Dean release inside of him, not coming himself just yet. No need to make a mess in here if there was going to be a bigger mess later.

~0~0~

The trio scrambled into Cas's tiny apartment less than an hour later, tearing off clothes and leaving them in heaps on the floor. The tumbled into Cas's bed in a tangle of legs and sweat, lips caressing any accessible skin. Dean maneuvered himself so that he was trapped between Katarzyna and Castiel, on his knees with Katz below him and Cas behind him. Since he was the bisexual one, it made the most sense that he could get it up for the both of them. His tongue laved over Katz' breasts and he groaned loudly when he felt two greased up fingers dive into his anus, the other hand rolling a condom over his shaft to avoid a pregnancy.

Cas didn't work him open too much, wanting the stretch to be harrowing since he was going to be getting dual sensations from the both of them. The girl arched her back, giving Dean better access to her rib cage and the soft skin under her breasts where he turned his attention to next. With a grunt he took Cas in whole, feeling his boyfriend's balls press against his own when he sank in fully and he cried out into Katarzyna's shoulder as he sank into her wetness, the dual sensations driving him wild. His tormenters held still, making him move in and out of the girl as he thus impaled himself over and over again on Cas's cock. They both grew impatient, and Katz commanded Castiel to drive into Dean hard and fast, thus making him work her faster and deeper. With a low oath and loud scream, Dean came hard, his whole body shaking and jerking between eh two, Katz following shortly behind. Cas continued his ministration s for another minute, slowly pumping in and out of Dean, seeking his own sweet release. He ran his hands up Dean's spine, making the larger man tremble as he cupped his hands over Dean's shoulders and drove in hard twice, arching Dean's back hard as he came long and deep, making sure he would feel the burn for days.