A/n: I had horrible inspiration. Introducing the worst variety of sub to own if you have a soul. Keep in mind, sub biology is illogical to us. Also, Cas is feeling rattled, that's why he's using nicknames.
Castiel was on a vague mission. He was angry and rightly so. He had just found out that one brother was alive and that another had sold the first one.
His fury was barely contained.
He needed to be away from his mate and children. He needed to speak about this with someone.
There was only one person that he knew he could talk to. Castiel had just broken most connections with him because seeing him made Cas feel unsettled.
Sighing, he drove into the center of the gated community. The neighborhood there was comfortable and clean despite being cheaper than his own part in the sub/dom community. He drove into the driveway and parked, steadying himself.
He got out and locked up. He walked to the front porch of the nice little home. He took a breath to calm himself before ringing the doorbell.
He honestly wasn't surprised that the door was opened in moments. Benny was always a prompt and polite man. So, when the man opened the door, Cas smiled a bit sheepishly at the Southerner.
"Cas'iel, 'aven' you 'ere in a long while." The man greeted him with a kind smile and ushered him in.
"I apologize for not coming by more often." Cas replied softly, floundering for excuses should the other man ask. Luckily, Benny never asked, he just welcomed.
"'E's in the milkin' room." Benny motioned for Cas to follow him. Cas did as he was instructed and felt a little sick. He hated coming to Benny's house because it was usually the same most visits. The man's sub was a sore spot for Castiel.
What most doms didn't know was that there was a sort of secret variety of sub in the world. Usually only the rich had them but Benny had been lucky enough to be dating this one before it orientated. So, the man with his comfortable working-class income had a highly sought after sub.
This variety was called a dairy sub. They were almost entirely for milking.
The variety was characterized by docile but oddly flippant natures. They enjoyed stationary comforts so that they did not have to move much. Yet, their metabolism kept them at relatively healthy weights. This was because they would spend days at a time being milked. Existence both on and off the milking machine was agony.
These subs could never wear clothes below the waist except for skirts or kilts so they were never let out of the community. This was because the main characteristic of this variety of sub was the size of the milksac. The larger the better in this species. They could range anywhere from the size of baseballs to grapefruits. The weight was a constant discomfort for the poor miserable creatures whose entire life was to be milked for the benefit of less fortunate subs who couldn't produce enough milk.
Cas grimaced as he entered the milking room. The reason he never came over was plain to see. And it hurt each time he came over.
His older brother Balthazar was kneeling over a milking bench. The exhausted sub was knelt there with a fuck machine pounding into his pussy. A milking machine was attached to his unclipped cock, pumping relentlessly on the abused organ. A pillow was under the sub's heavily swollen testicles. Unfortunately, he was one of the unlucky dairy subs where each testicle was the size of a grapefruit. It took days to properly milk him.
"How long has be been asleep?" Cas asked softly, walking over to his brother. He gently stroked his sibling's disheveled hair lovingly. He looked over at Benny sadly.
Cas honestly wasn't sure who he felt worse for, Benny or Balthazar. Baltha may have been the sub who was constantly uncomfortable, hence his severe drinking problem. But Benny was the man that loved the sub whose entire existence was abuse. Having to force Baltha to be milked without a break was torture to the Southerner.
"Abou' an 'our." Came the soft reply from the saddened diner owner.
Can nodded sadly in reply. He pulled up a soft footrest and sat beside Balthazar. He tenderly stroked his hair, trying to ignore the wine bottles lying about. He blinked back the moistness in his eyes to look over at Benny, "Can I wake him up? I really need to tell him something."
Benny's tired blue eyes blinked slowly before he nodded, "Ah was abou' to make lunch. Ah'll make extra." With that, the man left the room.
Castiel thanked him softly before turning his attention back to his sibling. He stroked down Balthazar's spine before patting his cheek gently, "Baltha, wake up. It's Cassie."
No response from the exhausted sub.
"Please, Balthy." He begged softly, "I-I need to tell you something." He kept up the begging, slowly getting Balthazar's attention.
He heard a tired grumble before his brother's eyes slipped open. The two stared at each other a moment before Cas shakily smiled. He took his brother's hand and held it, "Balt, Gabe's alive."
~*~Z~*~
Sam yawned and stretched, feeling rested. He smiled and slowly opened his eyes, looking down at his little sub. He sighed happily, cupping the curve of Gabriel's ass.
He moaned softly, the omega's pussy was sloppy and wet. The sub was slicking in sleep, tiny cocklet fully erect. The image was so beautiful.
Not wanting to wake him, he slowly crawled over him. He got off the bed and stretched fully. Earlier had been such a success
As he was stretching, something caught his eye. There was a piece of paper on his spotless desk. How did that get there?
Staying within scent range of his omega, Sam walked to the desk. He picked up the paper and looked at it. It looked like that of an untrained child. Once he got to Gabriel's signature, his heart shattered.
His eyes watered for two reasons. Not only had he missed the real Gabriel but this also showed how damaged that Gabriel was.
The handwriting on this letter was not of a man who had graduated college.
Sam whimpered and replaced the letter. He hurried back to the bed and scooped his sub up. A sleepy Gabriel squeaked in fear before realizing it was Sam. The sub groggily licked at Sam's cheek before snuggling him, starting to drift back to sleep.
Sam rocked him sweetly and kissed his hair, "I love you so much, Gabriel. All of you."
~*~Z~*~
Balthazar was a well taken care of sub from the very beginning. Like Dean, he had never entered subspace beside during heat. Though, most days, this was not a blessing for Balthazar. Subspace would make the milking so much easier.
Still, it also had its perks to not be in subspace. The ability to comprehend Castiel's words was one.
When the sub had been woken, he had been about to say some smartass remark. But Castiel's words smacked it right out of his mouth. Instead, his mouth simply gaped in shock at the news.
"A-alive?!" He exclaimed, so many emotions rushing through him at once, "Where is 'e?! 'E alright?! The 'ell 'as 'e been?!" The shock and grogginess was making his accent practically incomprehensible.
Cas frowned and hung his head, "He's a sub, Balt." Tears dripped down Castiel's cheeks, "I-I barely recognized him. I-it was like h-he wasn't even human anymore. J-just a living s-sex toy."
Batlhazar's gut twisted in discomfort at the very thought. He had always thought that nothing could steal the light from Gabriel's playful golden gaze. This saddened the elder sibling greatly.
"But, I just met his new owner. He's a good one. He's treating Gabriel like a prince." Cas whispered reassuringly.
The words seemed to help Balthazar relax until a disturbing realization made him freeze. Castiel noticed the change and frowned. He blinked slowly, looking at his sibling in confusion.
"Balthazar, what is wrong?" He asked worriedly.
"Cassie…" Balthazar started slowly, crossing his arms under his chest to hold himself up, "Wha're the odds of four subs being born to the same parents?" He glared softly as he asked the question suspiciously.
"Statistically impossib-!" Cas cut himself off as realization of Balthazar's words hit him. He paused, horrified as he gasped for breath. He went over the evidence.
Balthazar, Anna, Little Alfie, and now Gabe. All subs all born to the same two parents. It was impossible to have that many subs from the same parents. Even two sub children was rare!
"How could I be so blind?!" He growled at himself, "It was all manipulated!"
He bared his teeth and clenched his fist. The tattoo on Gabriel's back was the key to their family's misfortune.
"Damn you, Lucifer!" The words were snarled out, filled with righteous fury.
~*~Chapter End~*~