Castiel and Sam sat on separate beds watching Dean as he prepared to go out for the evening, "Hey Dean if you pick up any tail don't bring them back here, I might have plans of my own."
Dean stuffed condoms in his pocket and then saluted, "Sure thing Sammy, you're a good boy I doubt you're coming back with anyone. Don't you want to tuck yourself in bed with a beer and a good spell book?"
Sam glanced over toward Castiel then back to his brother, "Just go already."
Dean held up his hands backing toward the door, "Ok bitch I'm leaving. Hey Cas want to come with me? You can be my wingman," Dean began chuckling at his wit, "get it…wingman?"
The stoic little angel sat there with a frown trying to understand what he met by that, Dean grabbed his keys and waved goodbye, "Don't blow a gasket trying to figure it out, see yah."
Sam hurried to the window just in time to see the taillights of the Impala pulling out of the parking lot. He turned and snapped his fingers, "Strip angel, you're mine for the night."
They had carried on a torrid relationship for months and no one was the wiser, Sam screwed the angel almost daily, more if he found the time.
Castiel had become a cock slave to Sam Winchester who had plenty of cock indeed and the balls to match it. The angel never thought he would end up bent over anything available and getting pounded by the huge Hunter but that was exactly what happened and he loved it.
Sam stripped and stroked his leaking dick as he watched Castiel peel down to his birthday suit and assume the position, "Did I say I wanted to fuck you on all fours?"
Castiel tensed from the displeasure in his Masters voice, "I am sorry…what would you have me do?"
"On your back, spread your legs, hands about your head angel whore."
Castiel rolled on his back; he moaned as his hips pumped fruitlessly in the air. The angel wasn't allowed to touch himself. Only Sam could do that and he had to suffer but if the angel was good his Master would call him all sorts of terrible things.
"You are such a slut for me, go on say it."
His blue eyes glazed and darkened as he did as he was told, legs spread and hands above his head, "I am a slut for you…only you."
Sam doubled the angel in half, knees pressed to his chest, "I don't need lube do I? You can heal afterward because I know how much you enjoy the pain, it makes you vessel feel alive, a vital part of our world."
The angel's response was to rub his erection desperately against his owner and nod in agreement. He felt that exquisite pressure of the slick head forcing its way inside his body, snaking slowly inside his bowels.
Sam wasn't truly cruel, he gave what was wanted and luckily derived enjoyment from the words and actions himself. He bent down and kissed a tear away, "Don't cry…you know you love this."
"I know but the pain is so beautiful Sam."
The Hunters resolve went out the window; he kept kissing his angelic lover pumping slowly to draw the most pleasure from the act. After he flooded the vessels passage with cum Sam pulled out and rolled on his back feeling exhausted from the long fuck.
It was their dirty little secret, not so much the sex or kink but the love behind it.