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Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he exited the stage of the BDSM club he worked for part-time. When he worked, it was partially for fun, and partially as a favor to his friend Gabriel – who owned the place – and no more often than twice a week.
When he performed, Dean played the role of the Dominant, and would take submissives apart on stage for everyone to see. The stage shows were mostly to show off the goods – Doms or subs that the patrons could discretely book for a good time in one of the back rooms.
That was where Dean drew the line, though. He was fine with the idea of sleeping with random customers – in theory – but his experience with toxic sexual partners made him wary of anyone he didn't specifically pick out. That was the whole reason Gabriel had suggested he perform as a Dom anyway. That way, he could perform, have a little fun – but not risk getting triggered – and since he was Gabriel’s friend and not actually being paid by the club, he didn’t have any obligation to take clients.
There was a time where he did this full time and did have to take people back to the playrooms, but since his Uncle Bobby gifted him his salvage yard when he retired, he only agreed to a couple shows a week and didn’t make Gabe pay him anything except for his tips.
The truth was, though, as fun as the stage shows were... Dean was not actually a Dom: he was a sub through and through. As much as he was kind of ashamed to admit it, he wasn’t even a switch.
Dean was a great actor, but he felt nothing when he was performing with a submissive. Most of the time, unless there was friction involved, he didn’t even get hard.
Nobody except for Gabriel – and his best friend Charlie – knew his true desires, though. A couple of his scene partners had taken offense to him not getting it up with them, but most of the time he played it off as a fluke or told them, in his best Dom voice, that he hadn’t thought they deserved it.
Dean wasn’t entirely sure what would happen if word got out that the most popular Dominant in the city was a total fraud. Would there be some kind of angry mob that would come to destroy the club? Would Gabriel lose patrons and have to shut down?
It was best to just avoid the possibility of anybody finding out altogether.
Now, though, he wandered backstage and was immediately handed a towel, which he used to dry the sweat forming on his forehead. He had to give all the real Doms he’d ever scened with some credit – paddling someone’s ass for long periods of time was quite a workout.
He glanced at the time on his phone, realized he should probably head out for the night, and went out onto the floor to find Gabe. The man always liked his employees to check out with him before they left, so he knew they were okay.
On his way across the floor, Dean dodged people engaging in their own scenes, people dancing, and the occasional person who recognized him from the stage and wanted to talk. For that reason, whenever he was out in the club, Dean tended to keep his head down. He was not interested in answering every amateur Dom’s three burning questions: “Will you Dom my submissive?”, “How do I tame my bratty sub?”, and “How do I skip aftercare without her complaining that she’s dropping?”
“Excuse me,” a deep voice said from behind him when he was about halfway to the bar, where Gabe was located.
“Sorry, buddy. I don't do private scenes,” Dean said, not turning around.
“That's a shame. You’re very talented. I think we could learn a lot from each other."
“Fine,” he sighed. “The answers to your questions are ‘no’, ‘you don’t’, and ‘you’re a piece of shit’. In that order,” Dean snarled as he walked away.
God, he was so fucking tired of having to talk to Doms every god damn day, knowing there was no way any of them would ever be able to take him into the hazy cloud of subspace. Man, he really missed it there, but he’d met too many shitty Doms on a daily basis to trust anyone anymore.
“I don’t have any idea what questions you think you’re answering,” the man shouted after him.
Dean groaned and turned on him, ready to chew his ass out and get him banned from the club. However, when he turned, he crashed into the man’s chest. Strong hands gripped his biceps to steady him, which he immediately shook out of.
“Get your fucking hands-!” He stopped mid-sentence when he looked up and was met with the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
He was very sharply dressed, in a black suit, tie, and waistcoat, all paired with a crisp white shirt. His hair was messy in a way that looked effortless --- but Dean was sure required a lot of product --- and his eyes were bright, blue, and mischievous.
“I apologize! I just want to talk,” the mystery man said next to Dean’s ear.
He took a moment to notice the man's voice. It was deep and velvety and made goosebumps rise on his arms. With a voice like that? He didn’t dare to imagine what the man could do to him.
Dean then cleared his throat, trying to play off how flustered he clearly was. “I, uh – It’s okay. I just, uh – I don’t really have time to talk.”
The man nodded respectfully. “That’s alright. I just really wanted to ask if you’re a switch.”
Dean swallowed hard and licked his lips. “W-why would you-”
The man then leaned in, his hand resting on Dean’s bicep, to whisper in his ear. “Can we go somewhere less… loud?”
Dean steeled his jaw. “I already told you. I don’t do private sessions.”
The man stood up straight but did not move his hand. “You misunderstand my intentions. I just want to get to know the beautiful man I saw on stage. However, I am myself a Dom, so if you only do that, then I won’t pursue you further.”
The man’s voice and overall demeanor had his brain fogging over and his knees threatening to give out.
Dean shook his head to clear it. “Uhm… Sure. L-lead the way.”
Mr. Handsome nodded once and took Dean’s hand as he led them over to a secluded couch in the corner of the club. They were far away from any of the speakers, and could actually hear each other talk without shouting.
“This seems better. Now I can properly introduce myself.” The man held out his hand after they both sat on the couch, turned to face each other. “I'm Castiel.”
Dean blinked for a moment before he took the man’s hand in his and shook it. “Dean.”
“Dean…,” the man – Castiel – said thoughtfully, as through trying Dean’s name out on his tongue.
Dean nodded, averting his gaze, unsure if he should look the Dom in the eye or not. He was aware that he should probably still be playing the role of “fellow Dom” but, with Castiel, he didn’t have any desire to deceive him. But he also didn’t know if the truth would make the man upset.
Before Dean could form another thought, the other man touched his chin, a feather-light thing that only made Dean meet his eyes. “Forgive me for being so forward, but there’s just… Something about you that I feel drawn to.”
Dean darted his tongue out to lick his lips, but stayed silent.
“Are you a switch, Dean? I would absolutely love to have the pleasure of playing with you.”
Dean’s mouth was dry now. He just shook his head. He could feel that his eyes were probably becoming glossy, and his body was relaxing. Normally, Dean was skittish when it came to Doms he didn't know, but he could tell that Castiel was kind and gentle, and wouldn't cross any lines.
“Please,” Dean choked out after a moment or two of silence. He was surprised when a tear rolled down his cheek. Jesus, he was really pent up, wasn’t he? “Please, sir.”
There was a look of shock on Castiel’s face, which was quickly replaced by one of pure awe. “Oh, sweet boy… You’re him, aren’t you? Gabriel told me forever ago that he employs a submissive who plays the role of a Dom on stage. I didn't even think---" He paused, taking him in. "That’s you, isn’t it?”
Dean nodded and leaned into the hand that had now come to cup his cheek and wipe the steady stream of tears falling now. “You… you know Gabriel?”
“Quite well,” Castiel said, sounding distracted. “He’s my brother.”
Dean smirked as confidently as one could when they were literally crying just from the possibility of meeting a good Dom. “Ohhh.. You’re Cassie.”
Castiel chuckled. “Yes, but only he is allowed to call me that. And he only does it because he knows I hate it.”
“What, uh… what do you like to be called? Was it okay that I called you ‘sir’?” Dean wondered aloud. He silently hoped he hadn’t already fucked up his chances with the man by calling him that.
“‘Sir’ is just fine, sweetheart,” Castiel said softly. “You can also call me Cas or Castiel right now if you’d like. 'Sir' is something I usually reserve for scenes. Are you comfortable with the things I’ve been calling you?”
Dean nodded. “Yes, sir." He decided, in his submissive haze, to keep calling the man by the honorific. "I– I like the pet names a lot.”
“Perfect. Now, handsome boy, would you like to kneel in front of me? And if so, would you like to do it here or somewhere more private?”
A small whine escaped the back of Dean’s throat. “Here.” He knew anyone could walk by and discover them --- figure out that he was a fake --- but he didn’t want to risk this absolute god of a man changing his mind between here and the playrooms.
The man smiled softly. “Okay, baby.” He then grabbed a pillow off the couch and tossed it on the ground. “Go ahead.” When Dean settled himself between the Dom’s legs, he rested his head on the man’s knee, and he heard a soft rumble that sounded a lot like “good boy”.
“Sir?” Dean asked, suddenly timid.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Castiel asked softly as he began running a hand through the sub’s hair. Dean hummed when nails lightly scratched his scalp.
“Can I suck your cock?”
Cas chuckled, as though he had been expecting Dean to ask that. “Thank you for asking, but I would just like to talk, if that’s okay with you.”
Dean sighed softly. “I understand.”
“Ho-ly shit!” came a voice from behind them. Dean tensed up, but then realized he recognized the voice.
“Gabriel,” Castiel said in acknowledgement. His voice had icicles hanging off of it. It was clear that he was not happy about being interrupted. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Gabe snorted. “I own the damn place, what do you mean?!” There was something in his voice that told Dean that he knew exactly what Castiel meant.
“You know what I meant. You can clearly see I’m occupied with a submissive.” Cas sounded so irritated, or was it… protective?
The club owner laughed outright at that. “Oh, contraire, mon bro-thaire. You’re not occupied with a submissive. You’re currently occupied with the only submissive in this place who, as a rule, does not actively submit or mingle within this club!”
Dean glanced up at Cas’s face. He seemed confused.
After a moment, he spoke. “As a rule? Your rule, or his rule?” It took the sub a second to realize he was being asked a question.
“My rule. Sir.”
Castiel nodded thoughtfully. It seemed like he was trying to decide if he was going to ask further questions. Instead, he looked at Gabriel again and asked, “Is there a problem here, Gabe?”
Gabriel scoffed. “Of course not! I’m just shocked that The Great Dean-o saw you fit enough to kneel in front of. In public, no less! Looks like you have the magic touch, Cassie.”
Castiel rolled his eyes. “Goodbye, Gabriel.”
“Alright, alright. I can tell when I’m not wanted. See you around, big bro!” And with that, Dean heard the sound of the other man walking away.
It was only when the two of them were fully alone that Dean realized Castiel hadn't removed his hand from his hair.
When the man didn't speak after a couple minutes, Dean thought he should probably speak up. “Sir?”
Cas looked down at him fully now, as if being snapped out of deep thought. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. How would you feel about moving to a private room? We don’t have to do anything except talk.” He sighed, visibly relaxing. “Gabe is just– He really knows how to get under my skin, as most brothers do, I would like to avoid him if at all possible.”
Dean nodded warily, having kinda been snapped out of his subspace by the interaction with Gabriel. “Uhm, yeah. Sure thing, man. I mean… sir.” He cleared his throat. “I have a little brother too, and he's really annoying a lot of the time, so... I get it." Dean flashed a smile at him, unsure of why he had decided to trust the man with that information. He supposed that lots of people had little brothers, though. "To be fair, I think he was looking for me. I was supposed to check out with him after I got off stage.”
Cas’s eyes widened. “I apologize, Dean. I didn’t realize.”
Dean shrugged. “It is what it is. I was a little,” he looked up at the Dom through his lashes, “distracted.”
The man smiled down at him and held his hands out, offering to help Dean into a standing position. Dean gladly accepted the help, since his back definitely wasn't what it used to be.
“Thanks, sir.”
“Call me Cas for right now, Dean.”
Dean smiled. “Cas it is, then. Come on. I’ll get us a room.”
Dean led them to the back, where they were each given a blank list of kinks, fetishes, and random other preferences to fill out. The woman whose job it was to assign the rooms and hand out the paperwork – a petite redhead with an explosive personality, and also Dean’s best friend – looked at the men with raised eyebrows.
“I need to ask Dean a couple of questions. You can go ahead and sit down,” Charlie said to Cas in her best customer service voice.
Castiel nodded and sat down at one of the small tables provided so that the couples could talk about their kinks safely and openly.
Once the man was out of earshot, Charlie pounced. “Tell me everything,” she whispered urgently.
Dean leaned in and matched her volume. “I don't know. He just came up to me after the show, and then he figured out I’m not a Dom and… I don't know.”
“You’re gonna shack up with a rando?”
“He’s not a rando-”
Charlie blinked at him. “But you don't know him!”
“No! I mean, I know he’s Gabriel’s older brother, but-”
“He’s what?”
“I know! He said he just wants to get to know me. I even offered to suck his dick, and he said no!”
“You what?!”
Dean straightened up and started walking backwards, knowing that this back-and-forth could go on forever if he let it. “I’ll tell you everything later!”
“You fuckin’ better, mister!” she called after him.
Dean winked at her before finally turning around and joining Cas at the table.
Cas then looked up from his paper, where he had been filling it out. “Everything okay?”
Dean laughed and nodded. “Yeah, Charlie’s just nosey. And protective.”
Castiel seemed to settle at that. “I see.” His expression was smug.
The two sat in comfortable silence, both filling out their forms. When Cas was done, he waited for Dean to finish before rising and taking them back to Charlie. The redhead copied them, gave the copies back to Castiel, assigned them a room number, and normally, that would be it. Right before the Dom walked away, Dean saw Charlie grab Cas’s wrist in a vice grip. She said something that looked serious, which Cas did not seem phased by, before letting him go.
Dean frowned when the older man approached their table again. “What was that about?”
He shrugged, nonchalant. “She threatened my life.”
Dean laughed at that. “Yeah, okay. I should've known."
The man's eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief. “We’re in room six. Would you like to lead the way, Dean?”
The younger man swallowed hard and got up, taking them to their room.
Once the door closed, Cas spoke again. “Would you like to go over our checklists? I am in no way expecting us to engage in any way, but should it happen...” He trailed off.
Dean shrugged. “It’s really up to you, man.”
“Very well,” the Dom said. “We will leave those untouched. However, should we decide to engage in a scene, or even just sex, I will not allow that to happen until after we’ve discussed our lists. Are we clear?”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, uh– Yes, sir.”
The older man smiled. “You don't have to call me Sir right now. This isn't a scene, handsome boy."
Dean shrugged and looked at the floor as he felt his cheeks heat up. “I want to,” he muttered.
“That’s perfectly fine. I just want to be clear about my intentions with you." He gave reached out and Dean's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Go ahead and sit wherever you like. We’ll just be talking.”
“C-can I kneel again?”
The man’s pupils dilated, black eclipsing blue. “Of course, beautiful boy. Let me get situated first.”
The man went over to the mini fridge and retrieved two bottles of water before turning to the wardrobe on the far wall and digging through it. Out of it, he produced a thick foam mat as well as a length of black rope. He then sat in the leather recliner in the corner, placed the mat on the floor in front of him, then placed everything else on the side table to his right.
“What are your safe words, Dean?”
Dean’s head swam, and his heart started beating fast. Rope? Why the hell had he pulled out rope if all he wanted to do was talk. He couldn't speak or move, paralyzed by the feeling of betrayal.
Cas seemed to understand what was going on and his eyes widened. “Oh, sweet boy, I’m so sorry for not telling you my plan. I got so in my head– I don't want to bind you or restrict your movements. I only want to tie a harness around your torso to keep you grounded during our conversation. I can put the rope away, though, if that makes you more comfortable.”
The sub cleared his throat, panic subsiding. Almost against his will, his feet carried him to stand in front of the other man. “O-oh. Okay, sir.”
“It’s up to you, Dean.” When the man looked up, he could tell in his shining blue eyes that he was being sincere. “I don't want to use the rope if it makes you uneasy.”
Dean shook his head, still thrumming with nerves. “N-no, it’s okay. A harness sounds nice, actually.”
Cas smiled softly at him. “Please tell me your safewords now.”
“Green for good, yellow for check in, and red for full stop. Sir.”
“Good boy.” Castiel hummed before he stood up, grabbing the rope and sliding it through his fingers. The sight was so hot, Dean’s mouth went completely dry. “And what’s your color right now?”
“Green, sir.”
Castiel seemed to notice his dry mouth, and handed him one of the water bottles, which he drank all of almost instantly. He didn't realize until that moment that he was parched. Once he gave the bottle back to Cas, the man waited patiently for him to get settled again.
“Ready, sir.”
“Would you like the harness to be tied over your shirt, or do you want to take it off?”
The sub didn’t answer verbally, but removed his shirt and tossed it aside.
“I will begin now.” It took the raven-haired Dom virtually no time at all to finish the tie and even less time to check between Dean’s body and the ropes to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
“Thank you, sir,” the submissive man said.
“My pleasure, sweet boy.” Cas then sat down in the recliner again. “Do you still want to kneel?”
Dean nodded and knelt at the Dom’s feet. Soon, there was a hand in his hair, just like out on the floor of the club. Dean leaned into the touch and once again rested his head on the man’s leg.
After a few minutes of silence, the Dom finally spoke. “How long has it been since you’ve submitted to someone?”
Dean shrugged. “A few years.”
The man hummed. “That’s a very long time.”
“Yeah.” Dean nodded, a single tear escaping his eyes as he squeezed them shut. “I guess I'm pretty pent up.” He tried to laugh at himself, to play it off cool, but it just came out shaky.
The hand in his hair scratched lightly at his scalp, just like before. “I would imagine so. Can I ask why it’s been so long?”
The submissive man shrugged. “It was just... a decision I made, I guess."
The man nodded, a slightly confused look on his face, but he didn't press for more details. Instead, he asked his next question. “How did you get started being a performer?”
Dean took a deep breath before beginning. “A few years ago, when Gabe opened the club, he needed performers. He’s a friend, so I did him a solid. I turned out to really like it -- kinda like acting? --- so I started doing it full time. Recently, my uncle’s salvage yard was turned over to me, so I had to cut back. Working that many hours ain’t worth it, y’know? I actually quit for a while, but I came back for a couple nights a week when Gabe started losing customers.” Dean blushed at the last part. He didn’t feel like he deserved being an attraction for the club. “Now, I just do it for fun mostly and to keep people comin’ in. Gabe doesn’t actually pay me or nothin’.”
Cas chuckled. “I see why Gabriel started losing customers. I think if you had been performing as a sub, the place would have shut down when you left.”
Dean attempted to hide his face in Cas’s pant leg.
Cas started stroking his hair again. “Why do you only perform as a Dominant? Why not as a submissive? If that's what you really enjoy.”
Dean thought for a moment, considering if he was going to answer at all. They weren’t technically in a scene, so he was allowed to say no. Either way, he could safe word out and just leave. He could tell Castiel to go fuck himself for even asking, and get his own brother to kick him out of the club entirely. He had options, but when he took a deep breath and felt the pull of the ropes wrapped around his bare torso, he knew what he wanted. He supposed, as well, that this would answer the question from earlier – why he hadn't been Dommed in such a long time.
“I, uh… I haven't had the best luck with Doms. Most of them were just guys I met on Grindr and different kink websites, and they were usually only looking for someone to take their anger out on, not actually take care of someone. They all pretty much ignored my safewords and didn't ask my limits. When one of those hookups landed me in the hospital, I swore I’d never submit to anyone again.”
The raven-haired Dominant opened his mouth to respond, but Dean held up a hand to stop him. He swallowed hard before continuing. “When I started performing here and had really gained some popularity, that last guy, Alastair… He came here. Told me I had to scene with him once a week or else he'd tell everyone I was ‘nothin' but a bitch’, as he put it. And I did, which was... real stupid if me to do, I admit. I met with him once a week on Thursdays. Of course, he would do whatever he wanted and never gave me aftercare, so I'd drop like crazy every time. Friday nights became my most popular shows because I would search for a bratty sub and correct them and degrade them because I just–” Dean lifted his head and looked down. He wished his tears would spill over, but instead they stayed trapped inside, leaving him feeling numb. “I punished subs on Friday nights because I wanted someone to do that for me.”
Castiel frowned, and when he spoke, it came out extremely quiet. “Were your meetings with that guy – I will not call him a Dom – not punishment enough?” There was absolutely no judgement in his voice. He was simply trying to wrap his mind around the submissive man's train of thought.
The sub laughed humorlessly and shrugged. “I wanted the kind of punishment where I knew I’d be forgiven after, I guess. I always told the subs I scened with on stage those nights that I forgave them.”
Castiel bit his lip thoughtfully before speaking again. “Do you still see him? That man?”
Dean shook his head. “No, sir. He died about a year ago. Heart attack.”
“And you've still not submitted to anyone except for him in the last few years," Cas clarified.
The man shook his head and rested his cheek on the other man’s leg again. “Nobody, sir. I don't really count him as someone I really submitted to, though. More like... I just acted as his punching bag.”
"I don't blame you, sweetheart." His tone was thoughtful and sounded pained, like he was wishing he could help somehow. The man then cocked his head to the side as if examining the submissive before him. “Did you ever experience subspace in any of your previous scenes?”
“Yes, sir. Not very often, but sometimes.” He gave a shy smile and couldn't meet the man’s eyes. “I miss it.”
“I’ve heard it’s intoxicating,” Cas said. "I've only subbed twice before for a good friend of mine, but it wasn't my thing. I could never get that deep into it."
Dean nodded, smiling at the idea of Cas kneeling for anyone. “I felt it today, though. Talking to you. I think I’m pretty close to it right now.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I know.” Castiel placed his hand on Dean’s exposed cheek and caressed the soft skin there. “I can see it in your eyes.” He paused for a moment, simply drinking the sight of Dean in. “I can’t possibly imagine why you’re in front of me right now, but… I am so honored to have experienced even a moment of your submission.”
Dean’s cheek heated up under the hand. “I did try to blow you off, but I’m glad you didn’t let me.” He lifted his head again so that he could look the other man in the eye. “I let you take me to the couch earlier because I could tell you were kind. I never thought you were about to hurt me.”
Cas smiled at that. There was something sad in his smile, though. “Thank you, Dean, for telling me all of that. I need you to know that I would never dream of hurting any submissive. Ever.”
Dean nodded. “I know, Cas. That’s why I'm still here right now. And why you haven't gotten your teeth knocked in.”
Castiel chuckled. “Fair enough, I suppose.” The man made a face like he was thinking before he eventually spoke again. “I think those are all the questions I have for right now. Did you want to ask me anything, honey?”
Dean let out the breath he’d been holding, wanting to puff out his chest so that the ropes were tight against him. He knew exactly what he wanted, but he didn’t know how to ask.
“Uhm,” he said thoughtfully. “I don't know, sir. I guess, maybe…” Dean trailed off. He wasn’t going to ask this man that he’d just met to make him forget his troubles and bring him into sub space with no intention of ever letting him have his functioning brain back. He wasn't about to beg to be this guy’s full-time scene partner, no matter how much he longed to serve Castiel as the man’s submissive -- to be cared for by him every single day. He wasn't about to admit out loud that he had gotten a taste of what a real Dom was capable of, and he wasn't sure he would ever let him go.
Instead, he opted to ask some questions of his own. “I know Gabe’s your brother and all, but... why did you come here tonight?”
Cas’s shoulders gave a small shrug. “Gabriel might be the most annoying person in my life, as siblings often are, but I do love him. I’m also an investor of the club.”
Dean’s eyes widened, but Cas continued.
“I just helped Gabe get started, so I stop by every so often to visit and see how everything’s going. Recently, though, I’ve…” He cleared his throat. “I’ve been in a bit of a funk, I guess, so my brother told me to come watch some performances. In his mind, all things can be healed with sex. I didn’t feel like arguing, so I humored him.”
Dean laughed at the last point. Yeah, that sounded like Gabe alright.
The other man smiled down at him. “Are you still comfortable down there, sweetheart? Knees feeling okay?”
Dean shifted, gaining awareness of his body again. “Uh– my knees are okay, but I think I wanna move.”
“Of course, Dean.”
“Sir?” Dean licked his lips and began to stand. His knees didn’t hurt, but god were they stiff.
The other man took his hands and helped steady him as he got to his feet. “Yes, my handsome boy?”
Dean blushed. “Do you think I could sit on your lap?”
He watched as the other man’s eyes looked him over, trying to decide if he was serious. When it seemed he had made a decision, his pupils dilated. He looked like he wanted to eat Dean alive. “Oh, baby, of course you can. I just have one condition.”
The submissive but simply nodded. “I'll do anything, sir. Please.”
The man smiled softly at him. “I know you will, Dean. Because you're such a good boy.” The Dom then leaned down and picked up their kink lists from the floor and headed Dean his. “You are going to stand there, just as you are, and tell me every single one of your kinks, and why you enjoy them. You are also going to tell me any limits you might have, and whether they are soft or hard limits. I do not require any explanation for those, though.” He met Dean’s eyes and leaned forward in his chair. “Is that clear?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Tell me your safe words one more time, sweetheart.”
“Green for good, yellow to check in, and red to stop.”
The man now beamed at Dean. “That's a good boy. Feel free to use your safe words at any time, even though we are not technically in a scene." The man then leaned back in the chair and motioned for Dean to begin.
Dean made it approximately half of the way down the list before he was rock hard and aching. Every single item on the list would be accompanied by a comment from Castiel about his answer to the same item on the list, how he would absolutely adore performing that act with Dean, or how positively delicious he would look in certain positions.
“Sir, please,” he pleaded, after reading the section on rope bondage. The ropes currently on his skin felt white hot on his skin as a blush broke out over his chest.
“We will not do anything until we get through the whole list. I need to be certain I won't hurt you, Dean.” Castiel’s eyes were caring and warm, but the words sent a chill down his spine. “Keep going, baby. You’re almost done.”
Dean took a deep breath and attempted to calm himself. Twenty torturous minutes later, he finished, and all but collapsed into the man before him. Castiel chuckled and shushed him as he pulled him into his lap, whispering praises in his ear.
Dean adjusted to himself so he was straddling the other man’s legs and looped both arms around his neck, burying his face there. He smelled all musky and piney, like big strong man, and when his arms enveloped Dean and squeezed, Dean thought he had never felt more safe.
After a couple minutes, the man began to lightly trace the ropes as they wound around the sub’s back, causing him to whimper as goose bumps rose on his skin. Dean realized then that the man’s skin was right there under his nose, and he began placing feather-light kisses on the man’s neck.
Castiel hummed as his hand faltered but kept moving, and he tilted his head to the other side to expose more of his neck.
“Dean…” he breathed out.
Dean doubled his efforts and laved his tongue over where he’d just kissed and rocked his hips, moaning at the delicious friction.
Cas groaned now. “Jesus, Dean… Fuck.”
Dean adjusted himself and gasped out a moan as their aroused cocks rubbed against each other, even if they were each separated by their pants.
Cas moaned and tilted his head back toward him and caught his lips in a passionate, claiming kiss that took Dean’s breath away. At that moment, the Dom’s hands stilled his hips.
When Cas spoke again, he was breathing heavily. “Sweetheart, if you continue to move like that, I will fuck you. I — shit — I need you to stop.”
Dean leaned back and bit his lip seductively, attempting to wiggle his hips again. “You promise, sir?”
Castiel smirked. “Oh? Is that something my sweet boy wants?”
Dean bit down harder on his lip and nodded eagerly. “Mhmmm.”
The man eyed him. “What’s your color on beginning a scene right now?”
“Green, sir. Green as grass! Fucking Hulk level green.”
Cas laughed and muttered, “What a silly boy you are,” before pulling Dean back in for a kiss. Before Dean knew it, he was being lifted up, walked over to the bed, and sat down on it. He wasn't even sure how Cas did it. He must have crazy core strength.
Once Dean was in place, the Dom stepped back and began untying the harness around the submissive’s torso.
Dean panicked. He didn't want this to be over yet. “Sir, wait! I'll be good, I–!”
The man’s intense blue eyes met his as a finger landed on his lips to keep him from talking. "Breathe," he instructed. Once he had taken a couple of deep breaths, Cas removed his finger. “We’re still doing our scene, sweetheart, but this harness is not staying on. It’s been on for far too long already.” The man’s expression left no room for argument. "I am not risking it leaving marks."
Dean simply looked down, feeling stupid for overreacting. “Okay.”
The man wordlessly pressed a kiss to his forehead before continuing to untie the rope. Once it was off, he smoothed his hands over every place the rope had been touching. “Feel good, baby?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you for taking care of me.”
"It's my pleasure,” the man hummed, almost to himself as he ran a hand through Dean’s hair. “What do you say we get you out of your head, hm? I want you to get to experience subspace again.”
Dean nodded. “Yes, please.” The answer came out as a whisper, and he could already feel the fog rolling in.
The man pressed another kiss to his forehead, but this time, he didn't pull back. Instead, he spoke softly against his skin. "Now be a good boy and turn that brain off for me."
Something inside Dean broke. He felt like he was floating, and he was only mildly aware of all the pathetic sounds he was making. But this was what he had always dreamed of.
Castiel took off Dean’s pants, underwear, and socks off before he manhandled him onto his stomach with gentle commands and sure movements. When Dean was face down, ass up with his hands being held behind his back, the man began trailing kisses down his back.
“I would like to bind your hands. What is your color on restraints, my handsome boy?” Castiel rumbled from behind him.
“Green, sir.”
“What about blindfolds? I know you said they were a soft limit for you.”
Dean thought. He trusted Cas, though, for some reason, and said “green, too, sir,” as clearly as he could with his face buried in the comforter beneath him.
“Such a good, sweet boy. Thank you so much for giving me this gift, Dean,” Castiel said with an amount of sincerity that made Dean’s heart clench. “I will grab the restraints and the blindfold and be right back, okay? I’ll be gone for thirty seconds. If it helps you to count aloud, you may.”
“Yes, sir.” The sub would never admit to counting in his head, but he got to twenty-nine before the Dom returned.
“So patient for me,” Cas mused as he fastened the padded leather cuffs around Dean’s wrists and slid the blindfold over his eyes. “Can you see anything?”
“No, sir. Just pitch black.”
“Excellent. Next, sweet boy, I’m going to fuck you.” The Dom theme reached down and stroked Dean’s neglected, leaking cock twice before letting it go. “What’s your color?”
Dean moaned into the mattress. “Greeeen, sir.”
The man chuckled, but otherwise said nothing. Behind Dean soon came the unmistakable sound of a bottle of lube being opened, and the familiar squelch of it being squeezed out. After that came a set of two long, slick fingers rubbing Dean’s hole to loosen the muscle. Once he deemed that Dean had waited long enough the fingers pushed inside slowly.
“So tight,” the Dom breathed. “When was the last time you were fucked, Dean?”
Dean moaned. “A c-couple months ago, s-sir.”
The man hummed as he began pumping his fingers in and out. “Is that so?”
The sub nodded furiously. “Y-yes, sir! I gave up subbing, but I –” Dean gasped as the man curled his fingers and brushed his prostate. “I never gave up bottoming! I c-could never give this up, sssir.”
The man bent down and chuckled in his ear. “You love this, don't you, baby? You love having your holes filled. Isn't that right?”
Dean let out a high-pitched whine as his sweet spot got his again. “Please, sir! Please, please, please, please—!”
The man behind him shushed him softly and removed his fingers. Next was the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed. “Begging so pretty for me...Tell me how much you need my cock in you, filling you up…”
Dean swallowed hard as he heard the sound of a condom being ripped open and rolled on. “Please, sir," he pleaded softly. "I need you. I need your cock splitting me open. I need to just be your fuck toy, so I don't have to fucking think.” Tears escaped his eyes now, only to be absorbed by the blindfold. “Please! T-take me home and keep me plugged and r-ready to be used by your cock whenever you need me. I’ll be such a good boy for you, sir. Just please!”
Castiel moaned as he pushed his newly-lubed cock inside of the submissive's waiting hole. “You’d want that? Just to be a set of warm holes I keep inside my home to use freely?” Cas said in Dean’s ear as his cock slowly slid in and out of his hole.
The sub whimpered and groaned. “Fuck yes!”
The Dom hummed and muttered something about that being good to know as he kept moving at a torturously slow pace. Just when Dean was about to beg for more, though, he pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside him, gripped the chain connecting the submissive’s cuffs with one hand – and the other man's hip with the other – and pulled hard until the man was being impaled on the cock all over again.
The hand on his hip pushed him back off, and the cycle started all over again, picking up speed every time.
He tried to help and push his hips back himself, but was instantly stopped.
“Shh, just relax, sweetheart. Be a good boy for me. Let sir use your hole,” Castiel soothed.
That did him in. Before long, Dean was cumming untouched -- something he hadn't done in years -- his brain fogged up so intensely that he couldn't form a single thought other than, “Yes! This!”
After Dean came, his brain was totally offline and his body was boneless. Castiel had let the chain go and set a punishing pace with his hips, all while growling praises in Dean’s ear and kissing the back of his neck. Dean didn't know what he was saying, though — he was just blissed out and riding the high of his submission as far as he could.
Dean’s brain only managed to start processing his surroundings when Castiel pulled out, discarded the used condom, and took off the submissive man’s handcuffs.
“Can you hear me, Dean? Let me know if you can understand me, baby."
Dean whined. “C’n hear ya, sir.”
Cas pressed kisses to each of his wrists. “Can you move your fingers for me? And stretch your arms out?”
Dean did as he was told blindly, still letting himself enjoy the feeling of the fabric on his eyelids.
“Good boy,” the other man purred. “Can I take the blindfold off now?”
Dean nodded reluctantly and blinked once it was removed. He wasn't sure at what point the lights had been turned off, but the darkness of the room was welcome to his sensitive eyes.
Cas then laid down and manhandled Dean’s limp form so that his head was laying on the Dom’s bare chest.
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You were so brave, and seeing you submit was just... breathtaking."
Dean hummed as his brain processed the words. “Thanks, sir. I loved it.”
Smiling lips pressed a kiss into his hair. “That makes me very happy. Does that mean you’d be open to seeing me again sometime?”
Dean nodded. “Please, Cas. If I don't see you again, I —” He paused. What would he do? Force Gabe to tell him where he lived? Search for him in the faces of the crowd every time he came to the club? “I just know I'll regret it.”
The Dom took Dean’s hand in his and squeezed. “Me too, beautiful boy. Me too."
Dean felt himself about to doze off, but he lifted his head and turned to look the other man in the eye. “Sir? Do you forgive me?”
The Dom smiled softly at him and cupped his cheek in his other hand. “Baby, you have done nothing wrong.”
Dean frowned and laid his head back down. He wasn't sure what he’d been expecting: he supposed he hadn't been punished for anything during their scene. He didn't know why he’d needed to hear Castiel say it, but…
The hand that wasn't squeezing Dean’s began rubbing soothing circles into his back. They laid there in silence for several minutes until the Dom suddenly spoke into the darkness of the room.
“You’ve done nothing at all that requires anyone’s forgiveness, sweetheart. But if you need to hear it, then… Yes. I absolutely forgive you.”