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"Can we please move this along, Dean"?

"C'mon, Cas, you know I've got a process."

"Yeah," rolling his eyes like usual, "and it takes too damn long."

Feeling impish, Dean turns and slides closer to his lover, "How about this sexy stud helps me?"

Oh, there's a spark of interest, but Cas shakes his head, "Later, of course. But you pick the one, you always find the right toy."

"Damn right I do, baby. What're we feeling tonight? Pussy or ass?"

The Angel goes back to a game on his phone, shrugging, "Either way, I'm getting your ass."

Grinning now, Dean loves when Cas gets all sassy. "Ooh, feisty, Daddy! But not even one preference?"

Finally, Cas meets his eyes, that insane bLue is just gorgeous. "Hmm, I'd like someone… sturdy. Who won't break too fast."

Arousal kicks up a notch and Dean's sporting a semi, rubbing up against Cas' hip. "That means we're gonna draw it out, make it last good n' long?"

"We are. I have a new endgame."

Shivering in excitement, Dean licks his lips and gets back to hunting. Cas comes up with the very best games, always wicked and brutal and fucking hot!

He knows just the one.

Motioning across the room, he licks across Cas' ear. They both watch the tall man greeting the usuals at the bar. Handsome, blonde, a wide smile… and a white clerical collar.

Cas hums in appreciation, "Winner, winner…"

"There's our dinner," Dean finishes.

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The prey's first moments awake are awesome, a surefire way to get Dean motivated. He watches closely as the guy blinks a few times, shakes his head, tries to move… and right there! That's the moment Dean loves, when the toy realizes it can't move.

"Well, howdy, priest! Or do you go by Father? Nah, that'd just get weird and confusing. Already got Daddy over here," he blows a kiss to Cas. The toy realizes there's someone else in the room and jumps right into stage two, trying to appeal to sympathies. "Besides, I'm not really in the mood to hear a whole lotta chatter, so let's just keep that gag on until you say the right thing, mmkay?"

The toy nods frantically. Ha.

"Let's get started, huh? Think I'm in the mood for…" he dances his fingers over the goodie tray, grinning at the moans and chains clattering behind him. Selecting a box cutter, "How about a classic?"

"Now, Mr. Goddy Two Shoes, ha! Cas, did ya hear that?"

"Yes, Dean, clever." Cas' lack of enthusiasm doesn't deter Dean, it's all part of their routine. 

"Alright, toy, hold still or I might just cut ya," Dean chuckles right in the guy's terrified face, "Or, you know, fucking squirm, I'm cool with that."

Giving several rapid slashes, toy's sweater falls away. A couple more and the tee shirt falls away. Eyeing the thin lines on the toy's pale but kinda build chest, "Oops!" And moves to the pants, toy now holding real damn still. They always do. "Damn, looks like we got a shower over here. Gonna have some fun with this thing," he flicks a finger across the cock, toy attempting to curl around himself.

Tapping toy's feet, Dean chucks the shoes and socks into the burn pile. He'd have left them on, but Cas like seeing toys on their knees and shoes can just ruin the image. Except for that one time, the sexy brunette with the nipple rings, they left her stilettos on. Well, until Cas got bored and spiked the heel into her piss hole. That was fun.

Opening the rod box, Dean calls over, "Babe, what size should we start with?"

Cas looks up, frowns for a moment. "6."

"Hell yeah! So fucking hot, Daddy, love you!"

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

Beaming with happiness, Dean holds the sound up, "Toy, this is going up your cock. I'm feeling generous, with you being ya know, a churchy person like my stud over there," Dean ignored Cas flipping him off, "I'm gonna use some lube. But you make this difficult for me, I'm gonna pull it out, just grab the next bigger size and no lube. And believe me, it's going in."

There are tears now, right on cue, Dean loves watching them shine and catch the low light in their dungeon. For the hell of it, he rubs the toy's cock with one big hand, a terrified cock all shriveled up is kinda a huge turn on for him.

"Here we go, deep breaths," Dean snorts, "My bad, guess you can't really breathe well with that size gag in. Oh well." He works the top of the rod right into the small slit, drawing instant whimpers from the toy. "Oh yeah, that's good, ain't it? I fucking love stretching out a good cock, get it all nice and wide so I can stick my finger up there. Fucking hot!" He growled the last bit, giving a savage but well-aimed shove. Toy screams against the silicone in his throat as the rod punches against the bladder.

Plucking a red ribbon from a bag, Dean ties a bow around the toy's cock. "Look at that, all prettied up. Daddy, what d'ya think?"

"Lovely, as always."

"Thanks!" Turning back to tou, he runs his hands over the surprisingly firm body, giving a brutal twist to each nipple, wanting to see them swollen and red. Working around to the backside, Dean adjust the spreader-bar a bit wider. Then spreads the toy's ass cheeks, shoving two dry fingers right in. Toy shrieks and clenches, earning a hard punch right to a kidney. "Don't fucking pull away again, toy! It's real tight, Daddy. Want me to get it ready or?"

"No, thank you, baby." 

"Okie doke," he moves to the front of the toy hanging from the ceiling, "So, here's the deal. We're gonna use up this toy's body until you learn some manners, got it? No? Oh, right, church person, I forgot. Huh, you're really not gonna like this. I'm gay. My Daddy's gay. Well, to be fair, we'll both fuck anything, semantics. and we're married. Best part, you're gonna love this," his eyes roll black, "I'm a demon."

There are the screams and amped-up tears. Fuck, Dean's cock needs some attention. Cas knows, he's already there. 

"Strip. Now."

Shuddering at the command, Dean replied with, "Yes, Daddy," and got moving. As soon as he's naked, Cas feels him up and it feels good. A hand to his head and he's shoved to his knees.

Slowly peeling off his white dress shirt, Cas commands, "Swallow my cock, baby boy."

Dean does more than that, he throws himself on that monster cock, swirling, stroking, jacking off the beast in his mouth. 

"Your mouth is heaven, baby, so good for my cock!"

Dean squirms under the praise and goes HAM. His licks and bites have Cas' hips rocking, smashing against his face. The frenzy is fast, ending with a full load pumped down Dean's throat.

When Cas pulls out, Dean gets right to his feet and opens his mouth for Cas to lick. His Daddy loves tasting himself, it's hot.

Pushing the whipping bench in front of the shackled toy, Dean bends right over. Grinning at the still crying you, Dean lays his trap, "Know what's a really cool perk of being a demon? No gag reflex. And I can fuck for days." Waiting for the toy's eyes to shift to Cas, there! "Oh, Daddy? Nah, he's not a demon. Kinda the opposite. He's an Angel."

That's a wild look, seeing a man of faith confronted by his tormentor and getting that sliver of hope that an Angel might be there to help him. Ha!

"Daddy has the best perks, though. Gorgeous, smart, thick wicked body, a cock as big as my arm, fuck you're hot, Daddy!" He moans when Cas bites at his neck. "And his mojo is fire. Check this out! Daddy, need that cock in my ass now." 

"Anything for my baby," and his gorgeous eyes light up, putting on a dramatic show as his wings unfurl and flap. The toy stopped moving and just stares, that glimmer of hope widening to a candlelight at the end of the tunnel. 

"Mmm, little boy, your ass is just so fucking soft," Cas drives his beast home, burying to the hilt, landing close to Dean's lungs or something. "This is how all pretty boys should be, spread out around Daddy's cock, begging for Daddy."

Keeping full eye contact with the toy, Dean takes his pounding with relish, arching back to give his lover all the room he wants. "For Daddy, all boys for Daddy!" Yeah, that's what his husband wanted to hear. He batters Dean from the inside out, splitting him open and it's just the fucking best. Their dirty talk keeps up, apparently rendering toy speechless. Or maybe it's Cas' huge wings. Or Dean's black eyes. Or the gag. Yeah, probably that one.

Dean shouts, "Fill me up, Daddy, want all your cum! Knock me up, get your lil boy pregnant, lemme get all fat with a baby just for you. Breed me, Daddy, over n' over until I just stay–." 

This always knocks Cas over the edge. He destroys Dean's ass, bashing against the table so hard that each thrust knocks the edge into toy's thighs, knocking it off balance.

With a debased groan, Cas growls his demands, "My baby, Dean, have my baby!" And he lets loose a metric ton of cum so hot it could actually be fire. 

"Fuck yeah, Daddy! There's the good stuff, so fucking good," Dean cums all across the floor. 

Laying face first on the table, Cas collapsed over his back, they enjoy their comedown, finally ended with soft kisses and softer words.

"Love you, my sweet Dean."

"Forever, Cas."

Now it's Cas' turn to rile up the toy, "On your back, baby, let Daddy check."

Sliding right on over, Dean props his feet on the edge of the table, knees spread wide. Cas moves right in, fingers reaching to stroke Dean's prostate, the gland so sensitive from the assault that his cock is waking right back up.

"Mmm, your hole is nice and loose, my lovely boy. But I don't think it worked this time." 

"I'm sorry, Daddy." His pout is only half for show, Dean's got a pregnancy kink, too. Hell, between the two of them, they've got all the kinks. It's the best.

Cas leaves a trail of kisses up his torso to nibble on his lips, "Shh, baby, it's okay. I'm an Angel, if anyone can put a baby in you, it's damn well going to be me."

"So feisty, Daddy! But…"

"Oh, you stil have playtime with your new toy, don't you? Hmm, we don't want you all sticky and uncomfortable." Cas circles the table, all up in toy's former-personal space in that sexy, invasive way he has. "Toy, are you thirsty?'

The toy sees the candlelight growing brighter, eyes bouncing between Cas' pretty blues and his big freaking wings. Toy nods.

"I'm going to remove your gag. You can scream all you want, but I wouldn't recommend it. And if you do, you will not be allowed to quench your thirst. Do you understand?"

It nods.

"Very good," Cas loosens the length of the arm chains and unstraps the buckle, pulling the 4" dildo gag out.

Dean's watching the horror on toy's face when it sees what was in its mouth. Now, this can go one of two ways: toy can scream and Cas will punch all his teeth out, fucking his bloody mouth and shove an actual dildo down his throat, or he won't scream…

Interestingly, toy stays quiet. Dean rolls over, backing his ass right up in front of the toy. Cas slides the smoothie straw right into his sloppy hole, grabs the metal collar and drags the toy down. "Drink."

When the toy shook its head, Dean kicked back hard, catching it in its gut. 

While it gasps and tries to curl up, Cas growls, "My baby graciously offered you something to drink. It would be an insult for you to refuse."

He hears the chains rattling, then twitching of the straw, and… there it is, the incredible sucking right along the walls of his gaping ass. The toy gags and Dean kicks again.

Cas does this bit so well, probably 'cause he means it, but still, amazing showmanship. There's a savage snarl that tingles Dean's cock, "Would you dare attempt to spit out the seed of an Angel? Mankind begs to be allowed the taste of my seed, they sacrifice themselves for the honor. My sweet boy offered to share his dessert with you. Swallow."

Ah, there's that awesome sensation again. When he feels droplets hit his thighs, he nearly kicks again, but since Cas didn't growl… Oh, fuck yeah, the toy's sucking down the mess and its tears are landing on Dean. Full circle.

Several minutes later, Cas gives a final check. Tugging Dean's rim wide, he shoved the toy's face right into his gape, Dean grinding back against it. 

"Have you cleaned my baby's pretty hole?"

There's a jingle, toy must be nodding.

"Good, because Daddy wants more," Cas drags a chair over, climbing up. Dean angles himself slightly, keeping his ass right in toy's face but giving Cas room to get in there. Fucking hard and fast, just inches from toy's face, Cas rails Dean. As soon as he dumps a new batch of yumminess, he leans back, "Open up, little boy."

Dean reaches back to spread his ass, not that it needs it, his hole stays like this now, fucking broken. But it's a good show.

With a low moan, Cas blasts a steaming hot torrent of piss right into his greedy hole. Draining himself of the well-practiced amount, his Angel dips a finger into the nearly overflowing pool. "Mmm, I taste so good inside you, baby." Another finger takes a swim, then slides between Dean's waiting lips, "How is it?"

"Delicious, Daddy. But I'm not thirsty anymore."

The toy knows what's coming, the shackles shake. The blow comes from Cas this time, since Dean can't risk kicking and spilling. A minute of threats and that straw is getting a workout. When it's dry and just air sputters through the straw, Cas places kisses all around Dean's rim, with a nibble or two.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Anything for you, my love."

"I'm gonna get back to my toy, but," Dean slides off the table and wraps around his lover, "I'll be thinking about you."

"Naughty boy, keep that up and you'll have to sit on my lap and confess."

Grinning at his adorable man, Dean steals another kiss before Cas settles on the sofa again. Mmm, such a fucking stud!

Dean gives a head shake, "Whew! That'll wake a man up, am I right? No one can fuck like that Angel, he's got the good-good. Us demons, we're better at taking, but I never mind a good switch."

He waits, watching to see if the toy tries to speak. It doesn't. Okay. 

"So, you behaved pretty decently. Though that's definitely gonna bruise," he flicks against the darkening blossom on the toy's face. Leaning in conspiratorially, "Just a heads up, always listen to Daddy on the first go. Me, on the other hand, I never mind a dash of defiance, that good ol' fighting spirit. 'Course, not that it matters, I always get what I want, don't I, Daddy?"

"Yes, my love."

"He's the best, seriously." With a heartfelt sigh, Dean turns to his toy bin. Yeah, it's a kid's plastic pirate Treasure Chest, whatever. He likes it and that's all that matters. Pulling out a short crop, he gives it a good swing. Yup.

Turning back to the toy, he contemplates, "Hmm, I'm thinking I wanna give you a name. Don't look at me like that, little boys name their toys all the time. You're a bit older than we usually like, but couldn't resist snatching you up. It's like the start of an awesome joke, a Demon, an Angel and a priest walk into a bar. Couple hours later, that priest has a rod up his cock and is slurping down the Angel's cum n' piss right outta the Demon's ass."

"I think it's lovely, darling."

"Thanks, Daddy! Hey, yoy, you thirsty?" The toy hesitantly shakes its head. Dean shrugs, "Okay, more for later. So, what to call you. Cunt. Bitch. Anticlimactic. Hey, Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you fuck my brother?"

"Baby, we did."

Pausing, Dean blinks, "Oh yeah, forgot. That was a wild one. Okay, would you fuck a new brother."

"Of course."

"Awesome! Okay, toy, you're now Big Brother. Always wanted one of those. I like to be the little one. Got it?"

When Big Brother just stares at him, Dean rains the crop down over his thigh once, twice, three times. Big Brother howls and does the whole curly-up thingie, though he can move more now with the lengthened chains. 

"I asked you a question."

"Y-yes!"

Whipping the crop across the red streaks, "Who am I?"

"Dean?"

Another two flicks, "Wrong answer!"

"Baby?"

That pissed Dean off, "Only Daddy calls me that!" He drops the crop and lays into the guy's torso, punching around his ribs. "C'mon, it's like you're not even trying!"

Openly sobbing again, the guy's terror is hitting all the right spots for Dean. 

"Brother! L-little Brother!"

Releasing his megawatt smile, Dean claps Big Brother on the shoulder hard, "There ya go, see, we're all family here. So, here's the thing, Big Brother. I kinda need you to get that cock a poppin' and fuck me. Always wanted a dirty priest to touch me in all the right ways."

Oh yeah, that realization of what he's gotta do to survive, priceless. "Yeah, I know, you churchy folks publicly have some insane aversion to some sweet little boy ass. And a Demon's ass, whew! But underneath it all, everyone wants something. I'm gonna find out what yours is and you're not going anywhere until you fuck your Little Brother in front of Daddy."

Shaking his head violently now, Big Brother's mouth moves worthlessly. 

"What's that, are you praying, Big Brother?"

Tears keep pouring as the guy nods.

"Huh, to who? God? 'Cause that hot stuff over there, Daddy, he's an Archangel. Oh, for some backstory, you wouldn't believe our family drama. Seriously, you could make a movie out of it. Daddy took out Michael, Lucifer, Raphael and a whole shit ton of other dickbags. Only left the ones who are nice to his little boy. And Gabriel. But my Uncle loves me, got those grabby little fingers that get me going. We killed Death and God's sister, the ugly bitch. So God pretty much leaves us the fuck alone so we don't gank him, too. Now, my side of the family, it's just Little Brother Sammy, Papa Benny and Jack, who's kinda like a son to me n' Daddy. His ass, chef's kiss. Oh, and he's a nephilim, too, so when he blows a load, cover your ears. Papa and Little Brother are training him to be the very best cockwarmer. I mean, that boy could live on his knees! Used to have a dad, a real piece of shit. But Cas took care of him, 'cause I only want this Daddy. Anyway, that's our little family. Me n' Daddy, we want another kid. Or a dozen. But au naturale. Our kids are gonna be free-range, only the best. So until we get the right spell to get me knocked up, Daddy lets me play with toys."

Turning to catch the water bottle Cas tossed, he blows another kiss. His cock pulses with happiness at the sheer shock on Big Brother's face. "Went a bit long there. Where was I… oh, right, prayer won't get you anything. All the good guys are dead. We made sure. Double-tap. But if you really gotta, you can pray to Daddy. Beg the all-powerful archangel, offer him everything to save your soul." 

There's no response, just shock.

"No worries, just let the idea marinate. Meantime," plunging his hand into the Treasure Chest, he comes out with… "Oh, yeah!" By the time he gets the third safety pin through Big Brother's sack, he drops unconscious. 

"Want me to wake him, beloved?

"Nah, he squirms too much."

Several minutes later, Dean stands up, "Babe, look!"

Cas steps over and crouches, "Very well-done, baby, you did that for me?" 

Grinning in pride at the "D" formed by a handful of pins, "Yup, just for Daddy."

"Always so sweet," Cas peppers kisses across his jaw, "and thoughtful," and cheekbone, "Making Daddy so proud."

"Can you wake Big Brother now?"

"Anything for you," Cas wastes no time, his cock is literally always hard, basically a third leg. Dean hops onto the table to watch, the best seat in the theater. "Hmm, Big Brother isn't very clean. Should I empty him?"

"Nah, he'll clean you up."

With no hesitation, Cas rams right in, powering right to the hilt. Big Brother comes to with a scream, not the whiny kind, but the bloodcurdling, I'm on fire, I'm melting, someone save me kind. Yeah, that's Cas' cup of tea right there. A virgin ass and a loud mouth, yup, his Angel is here for it. 

Dean leans back to play with himself, running fingers over his puffy rim, giving his balls a good tug, he just enjoys the show. "How's that ass, Daddy?"

"It's alright, I'm not impressed."

"Oof, Big Brother, you better do something to keep Daddy interested. 'Cause if he gets bored, that makes me angry. And when I get angry, well…"

Cas growls right into the guy's ear, "My sweet boy breaks his toys."

"Yeah. I'm not proud of it, but I just love Daddy so much and want him happy."

The guy gets the message, he clenches his jaw and stops yanking away. By now his ass is already split, so it's not like it's going to hurt that much more anyway.

"Any better?"

"Mmm, slightly..perhaps the problem is that he's so dry."

"Well, fill Big Brother uo, Daddy. Get him all wet n' sloppy so your big cock goes for a swim."

Big Brother caught in, his eyes popping wide, but it's too late. Not that he could stop them, but still. 

Always a noisy pisser, Can groans as he relieves himself. The stud must've been pounding the water bottles while Dean played, 'cause the cup overfloweth and splashes along Big Brother's legs.

"Fuck, now I've gotten go. Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I need potty."

"Such a good boy, telling Daddy what you need." He slows his thrusts, but definitely doesn't pull out, instead shoving the guy's head down. Dean gets right to his knees, cock waiting. Cas gives his sweet warning, pure Angel. "Spill even one drop of your Little Brother's gift and I'll cut a hole in your throat, shove my cock in there and really teach you how to swallow."

Pure terror, the sweetest scent. Mmm. Dean wiggles his eyebrows when Big Brother looks up, a plea on his face. "Open up, Big Bro, got somethin' tasty for ya."

Jaw quivering as he opens his mouth, eyes now squeezed shut. "Better open those eyes, too. It's on you to keep my cock in your mouth, or else I might have an accident."

The glazed-over look is like a stroke to his sweet spot, Dean's chubbing up again. Slipping his fat head through the split lips, Dean wiggles around a bit, forcing the mouth open. He pauses, looks at Cas' shyly.

His husband is still plowing into the ruined ass, never one to falter, "What's wrong, sweet prince?"

Dean shrugs.

"Are you shy?"

Dean nods.

"Daddy can help." Grabbing Big Brother's hair, he yanks him sharply away from Dean's cock. "Ask Little Brother nicely."

Those eyes clear, there we go, and a defiant look passes through. Good. Dean enjoys a bit of spice. 

Cas reaches between Big Brother's legs, squeezing the art Dean created, snarling over the guy's scream. "Now!"

A cracked voice that can barely form words, pure symphony right there. The world can keep Bach and Beethoven, this is the best music. "Please….please let me h-help you." Another squeeze has his tacking on, "Little Brother!"

"Yeah?" Dean cocks his head the way he knows Cas lives, "How?"

"I can… drink it."

"Y'mean it?"

The guys nods through his tears, and after another prompt, "I want to, Little Brother."

"That's what Big Brother's do, isn't it? Anything to help their Little Brother," he sighs as he lets go in small leaks. "But Little Brothers can help, too," he pinches the guys nose shut, forcing him to gulp for air around the slow stream. When he's empty, he stays right there and just smiles.

"Better, darling?"

"Much! But I kinda like it in here, it's… roomy," sliding his cock around the guy's mouth. 

The moment Cas grabs the guys hair, he blurts out, "I can help, Little Brother!"

"Ooh, someone's learning! Bet having Daddy's big, fat cock fucking into your stomach was just the right motivation." Leaning across the shaking shoulders to kiss Cas, he coos in happiness, "You good, Daddy?"

"I'm in no rush."

"Awesome!" Dean goes right back to feeding his cock into the unwilling but open mouth. "Damn, bet you spent a lot of time doing just this with all the priests, huh? Were you a yummy lil altarboy? All proper and formal with those ridiculous robes. Hell, bet you loved getting pulled open by some old, grey, saggy-balled priests. Yeah, popping a boner everytime you saw they ogling your lil body. Huh, those robes prolly came in handy, covering your tiny cock."

If the guy was shaking before, he's on the Richter scale now.

"Is that what you did, Big Brother? Tell me, I can keep a secret. Well, Daddy will know, but we always tell Daddy everything."

Another prompt has the guy bawling, his tears and snot running over Dean's cock, so Dean pumps it right back into his mouth. Here's a fun opportunity. Grabbing a paper towel from a bin, he slides his cock back again, then, "Tell me, Big Brother. Confess and I'll wipe your face. Want that?"

He nodded so fast his head might just come loose.

Dean settles on his knees, he waits and just takes in the grunts from his lover destroying this guy's body. Good on him, Cas has been a bit tense lately, this will be good for him. Not so much for the guy, but that's the game, can't keep toys forever.

Finally, "Yes, please!"

"Here, just to show I'm being honest, 'cause brothers don't lie to each other," he wipes away a chunk of snot, mainly 'cause he can't stand it. "There."

A moment passed, the words are so quiet, Dean can't hear. Cas help, pulling out and battering in so hard, the table bounces several inches and the guy screams. "Confess to your brother!"

"Yes! I did!... Choirboy. I, they liked me and… touched me."

Stroking his cock now, Dean urges him on, "Describe it."

"Wh–? Um… ahh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! The Deacon said I was pretty and… oh Jesus save me!'

Dean backhands him, "Nope! The only prayers good boys make are to Daddy!"

The guy blubbers for a minute, then is not so gently nudged back on track. "He said I looked like an–an Angel!"

"Oh, I'll bet, nothing like a lil blonde Twink. Yummy!"

"He liked to inspect me… my ass."

"Yeah? How?"

Another sob, then, "With a flashlight. He'd put me on his lap and look inside me!"

"Oh, that's one of my favorites, too. Sometimes when Daddy fucks me extra hard, you can see the light shining right outta my mouth." Dean can't resist climbing up for another tongue lashing, loves getting worked up while Cas watches. Twisting a nipple hard on his way down, "What'd they find in you, Big Brother?"

"Please don't make me say it!"

"Daddy already told you to confess, you really don't want him to ask again."

Cas does something funky back there, 'cause Big Brother screams.

"Ahh! Okay, okay! If I was clean, he'd push the flashlight in and I'd have to keep it in until after services."

Dean's cock is liking this, "Hell yeah… was it one of those little pen lights? Fucking hot! I'm more of a Maglite boy myself, huge ass n' all. What would happen if you were dirty?"

"I'd have to sit on the toilet until I… went."

"Fuck, bet he watched? Tell me he watched!"

"Yes… it was horrible. And he'd wipe me and check again."

"Nah, that's not horrible. That's hot! Tell me, Big Brother, how hard would you get?"

Something breaks in the guy's mind, always does. Dean winks at Cas', then, "Was your little cock hard from the start, or did it take some lookey-loo to get that tiny dick going?"

Sounding faraway now, nearly monotone, "I liked it. All of it. I still get an erection everytime I use the toilet."

"Ooh, Big Brother, so nasty! There's more, isn't there? Oh, gotta tell me, my cock is just leaking!"

"I do it now, too." They wait, the human is mentally shattered, he'll spill everything. "The flashlights. I buy them in bulk and slide one into my altarboy every chance I get. And… if he behaves, I let him cum on my cock. And I rub his cum all over, like personal lubricant." 

"Big Brother, more, c'mon."

"When he doesn't behave, or messes up his station, I… I fuck him. Dry."

"I could cum right now, holy shit! Fuck 'em raw, like Daddy's doing to you? Taking a cock so big you know your ass is broken?"

There it is, the shriveled cock gives a kick.

Cas also knows, adding his own comment in literally the sexiest voice to ever exist, "Oh, your ass is shattered. It's just pieces back here. When I pull my cock out, you'll fall apart."

Another twitch and some plumping. 

Dean turns around, cheek on the table, "This is what happens when Daddy's monster cock goes deep, look at this." He spreads himself, running fingers over the slack rim, "Daddy fucks me so hard every day, fisting me 'til he reaches my teeth, stuffing the biggest things in here. Aw, fuck, Daddy, can't wait for your foot again!"

"Anytime you want, my love."

Shivering, Dean wriggles his ass, watching the cock behind him. Yup, it's growing, and by the hiss, that rod is pretty dry now, so it's gotta be catching and pulling. Delicious.

"Wanna look in me, Big Brother? See if I'm good, if i'm clean?"

The gasp is pure pain, there's definitely something else going on. And Dean is a willing participant.

"Bet we've got a flashlight around, could take a look?"

The whisper is low but unmistakable, "Please." They wait. He repeats it. 

Cas hums, slowly his pace, "Since you asked so nicely, I'll allow you to look inside your Little Brother's ass."

The full body shudder is awesome to witness, the reply doubly so, "Thank you, Daddy."

"Mmm very good. I'm finished fucking you for now," and he yanks that mega cock right out. The way Cas grins, there's a helluva rosebud popping back there. And there's no way Cas is gonna repair it. Nope, that ass is broken.

Big Brother is whimpering now, Dean nods and commiserates, "Yeah, I know. Always empty without Daddy inside me. Know what, since your ass was so dirty, you should clean Daddy's cock as an apology."

Oh, the tears are back, but so is the chubber. Dean stays where he is, mindlessly fingering himself, watching Cas lower the chains again. One hand to the back of the guy's neck is all the warning he gets before Cas shoves himself down the throat. He pumps in with his regular pace, allowing time for the guy to get the whole thing nice and wet and shit-free. Inspecting himself, Cas pushed back in twice more until he's satisfied.

"Not bad, Big Bro," Dean feels cheeky, winking at the reeling guy. "Daddy, I think he earned a treat."

"Anything you want, beautiful."

"Get the big one." Cas disappears for a moment, returning with the giant black Maglite in hand. 

The guy's so far gone, he barely even blinks at the Angel's teleportation. Hell yeah.

Handing the flashlight over, Cas has to squeeze the guy's fingers until he reacts and holds it himself. 

Cas licks across Dean's ass, "So lovely."

Hell, a decade together and the stud still makes Dean blush. "Thank you, Daddy." Kicking back at the guy's thigh, "C'mon, take a peek. I'll help, good lil bro n' all." Both hands behind him, Dean arches and gives an up close and personal peep show. 

Several long moments later, the click is heard, followed by a filthy moan. There it goes, that shy cock is now rigid and dark red. 

"You're… you're so clean."

Bouncing his ass teasingly, "Damn right, I'm Grade A Demon over here, spic n' span. 'Course there was a lot in here earlier, but you helped a brother out, didn't you?"

"Yes! I… I drank everything."

"Sure did, every last drop. You must've fizzled down a gallon between me n' Daddy. Bet you're real full right now."

That mention has the guy blinking, just now realizing how strained his bladder is. Well, being force fed piss and having a rod butting against against said-bladder can create a bit of a bottleneck situation.

The guy looks down as if mesmerized by his own cock, then at Dean's ass.

"Little Brother, can I… put this in you?"

"Oh, you should ask Daddy. He's real protective of my ass, pretty much lives in here." 

"Yes, I am, sweetheart. I love this ass, always so hungry and ready for me to breed you," Cas licks across his face, getting frisky again. "Hmm, I suppose you can play with your Little Brother for now. If I say stop, you stop. If you don't, my fist is going down your throat."

"No, I'll be good Daddy!"

"Alright. You may fuck your Little Brother with a flashlight. 

The guy gasps and shudders, cock would no doubt be dripping if there wasn't a steel rodding sealing it closed. 

Cas squeezes a large amount of lube right into the gaping hole, a lot more than they use when it's just them, which ain't much. But like Dean said, protective.

The cold metal brushes against the puffy rim, twisting and whirling as the handle easily slips in. Dean's moaning now, fucking loves bizarre things crammed up his bussy. 

When it nudges over his sweet spot, "Oh yeah, that's the good stuff, keep goin', Big Brother! Fuck, bet this is what it felt like for you, right? So young, tiny lil hole, all to scale and shit. That what you're picturing, Big Brother? Tell me!"

"Fuck!" Ah yes, they're nearly at the end, the priest has shattered further. "Yes, this, just like this, but in me, I… I picture being laid out and having like eight of the small ones in me."

Dean arches his back, "Small flashlights or small cocks?"

"Sm–small cocks, ahh!!" The guy's body was clearly trying to cum, but it literally can't get out.

"That's it, Big Bro, that pressure, bet it's what it'd feel like to be stuffed full of tiny cocks. Is that what you want?"

"Please! Please please please," the flashlight is now being pumped in and out, missing all the good spots, but gotta give the guy points for eagerness. 

Dean's had enough, Cas immediately grabbing the guy's wrist and unhanding the tool. Rolling over again, Dean strokes his cock and ogles his artwork. The white bead is sticking out of the plugged cock, so bright against the purpling head. The red ribbon is still there, serving as a pretty cock ring. And the balls, well, Dean could just pat himself on the back, that "D" is flawless.

"Tell you what, Big Bro. I'll take out your jewelry and you can fuck my loose ass. But you gotta clean up all your messes afterwards. And then, I'm gonna get in your ass, I'll shove in so many of those little flashlights you'll be screaming."

The chains rattle loudly as the guy shakes in desperate need, "Please, Little Brother, yes! Daddy, please… please let me do all that?

Cas raises his Dom brow and waits. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy! May I please have… this stuff off and f-fuck Little Brother?" He licks his lips and quickly adds, "I'll clean up."

"Very well. Don't forget, I love this ass so you had better make your brother cum."

"Yes! Thank you, Daddy…"

Cas releases the spreader bar and manacles, but the guy obediently stands there, waiting.

Dean scoots his ass real close, knowing they're gonna have to move quick. Releasing the ribbon brings a gasp and moan from the guy, a whispered thank you. Grasping the bead, he gives it several sharp twists, loving the screech the movement raises. With a sudden yank, he rips the rod free, Cas already sealing the slit with grace. The near-scream is cut off when the guy realizes he's not getting any release for his ridiculously oversensitized cock. 

Cas growls, "Dean cums first."

The guy gets moving, pulling Dean's thighs up to his chest, clumsily hammering in. 

"Easy there, Big Brother! Wait, this your first time?"

"No!'

"Tell me!"

The guy's so broken, he just gets talking, "I got carried away and… oh I fucked his little ass raw!"

Dean's palming himself with one hand, rubbing his nipple with the other, "Oh yeah?"

"So tight, he was so tight, I came right away, couldn't hold it back! And I wanted more, all of it."

"Confess, Big Brother, tell me while you fuck my ass."

That groan has his cock jumping in happiness, "I kept him. For days. I… I put things in him, lots of small things… so I could use a flashlight and find them. And I made him sit on a training toilet so I could… make sure everything came out." Now those hips are pounding a solid rhythm, fucking Dean right into the table. "Made him kneel under my robe, mouth around my cock so I… so I didn't have to get up to urinate."

'Bet he drank it down just as good as you, huh, Big Brother?"

"Yes! So good!"

"Fuck, I'm so close, finish me off, Big Brother, confess!"

Gone are the tears, this is the real guy under the facade: bright eyes tinged with red, spittle flying from his lips, teeth gleaming behind a savage grin. "I went too far or something went wrong, I don't know, but I broke him. Fucked too deep and broke through."

"Tell me tell me tell me!"

"I knew, but I didn't stop, didn't want to stop! Oh fuck, I came somewhere inside his guts. And then five more times."

"Almost there, c'mon, don't leave me hanging, brothers help each other!"

"Yes, yes yesss I can help, Little Brother! I fucked him for days, even after, it felt so good, I just wanted more. When I had to get rid of him, there was so much cum and piss in that body… I… Oh fuck, I had cut into him, right here, running a hand over Dean's abs and up his chest, "here," to his throat, "and here. Nothing, there's nothing like shoving my cock inside that warm, wet, squishy mess. I fucked everything!"

Dean's gasping, hand flying over his cock, "There more, finish, finish, I need to cum!"

"There were more… eight more. Did it all the same, came so hard sometimes that I'd pass out on top of them. Crushed one once, so I opened him up and fucked his lungs. So warm. And, oh my favorite, this was the best, my brother. So young and sweet and delicious… I kept him the longest, my own cum dumpster, always crying. I decorated him, made him so pretty with ribbons and push pins and made him tell me he loved me. And taught him how to cum. But each time, I'd beat him for cumming, felt good. He died on my cock, choked him on it with so many flashlights in his a–!" The guy shouts and thrashes.

Dean's gone, spraying cum across them, nearly screaming when he explodes.

Cas releases the seal, and the guy does scream. Dean feels it, oh his ass gets swamped! Hours of buildup have torrents of cum splattering his insides, and that hydraulic pressure shoots strong sprays of cum and piss right back out. 

Dean rolls out of the way just before the guy collapsed onto the table. He and Cas make quick work, shackling his hand and feet to the table, knees bent. Then Dean climbs right up and sits on his face, pushing out all the filthy mess he can. Fuck if the guy doesn't wrap his lips around Dean's hole and just suck. Fuck, that felt kinda awesome. When he feels reasonably empty, Dean wiggles and slides his ass across the guy's while face. Yeah, that brought a groan.

"You held up your end of the bargain, Big Brother. My turn now." Grabbing the box of flashlights from his Treasure Chest, Dean holds one yo, runs it across the guy's filthy mouth, "Keep this one there."
He grabs another and nudges it into the cracked and scabbed rim. "One." 

Counting them out, the guy's crying at six. 

Dean shushed him, "C'mon, Big Bro, all the little ones took more, you can do it."

Two more have him sobbing, which is kinda killing Dean's mood and even Cas is getting bored. 

"Let's try this, gonna spread them out a bit," instead of just piling them together for the max stretch, he shoved them deeper so they can stack. Fucking deep, like past the point of no return. Not that it matters, this one's broken.

Counting out 11, Dean grins, "Last one, Big Brother." Taking the one from the guy's mouth, Dean jams it in. "There ya go, ass full of flashlights, just how you like. Lemme see." Not needing to do anything, it's all hanging out, Dean grins, "Bet you can take more. What d'ya think, Daddy?"

"I think my lovely boy should have anything he wants."

"Love you, Daddy," they steal a bitey kiss, which gets Dean's cock the rest of the way up.

"Wonder what this feels like," he carefully taps his cock against the very full gape. Definitely doesn't feel great, but he's going for the image here for than his own pleasure. For the moment. "Oh yeah, there we go. Look at that, Big Bro, I'm fucking your broken ass stuffed with a dozen flashlights like the greedy little ass slut you are. Had Angel Daddy splitting you open, now your Demon brother's cock is all up in this priest's ass. Im gonna fuck all these flashlights right into your belly, wanna feel them when I do this," he presses his hand down hard against the guy's abdomen. 

The guy balks for a moment, but he's too into his cracked melon to have any self-preservation left. 

Dean gives you, doesn't want a sore cock for when he and Daddy get to have some real fun alone. Cas runs kisses up his neck, tooling Dean's head back for more shares love. 

"Where do you want it, baby?" 

Dean taps the same spot on the guy's stomach.

"Very good. Ready?"

"Hell yeah, let's end this." Dean draws his Demon blade, Cas his Angel blade, both cutting right into their preferred spots. Dean stabs into the gut, making sure to not go too deep, doesn't want to risk severing the spinal cord. What fun is it if the guy does too quick, or worse, is paralyzed. Nope, a precise shove and twist, 

Cas is waiting, though, 'cause he wanted to hear those screams, just dragging his blade over the convulsing throat 

"This what you did, Big Brother? Open them up like this, fuck, what'd you say, soft, warm, wet guts? Like this!" Sinking over the guy, Dean guides his cock right into the oozing wound fucking in every direction, his cock pounding against every squishy thing he can find. A couple times he tapped against the deepest flashlights. Inspired, he motions for the Maglite, Cas immediately retrieving it. With one hand, he batters it into the very full ass so hard, he can see the shapes move beneath flesh. "Oh, fuck, that's the good stuff."

Cas knows his tone, always so patient, the perfect husband. With barely a flick of his wrist, he stabs through the guy's throat, opening his windpipe. And true to his fucking word, Cas fuck's his monster cock down the guy's throat. Always amazing at multitasking, Cas is keeping the guy alive until they've finished playing. So thoughtful. Dammit, Dean's getting emotional. 

Leaning forward, he meets Cas halfway for some long, slow first base… while torture fucking a priest from unconventional access points..

"Love you so much, Cas."

"Always, Dean, forever."

"This, us, best decision ever. Getting hitched was right."

"Yes, Dean, we'll always be together, no matter what. My sweet boy."

"My Daddy."

With a final kiss, they both grin and keep their eyes on each other as they devastate the body below them.

"Gonna cum, Daddy, cum with me, please!"

"Yes!"

Cas immediately removes life support and the body convulses  Fuck it's intense, Deans eyes almost roll back, but he must watch Cas. Perfect lips drop into an "O" and that huge cock breaks through, ripping out from whatever was left of that throat. 

When they settle, they're soaked in blood and other stuff, panting and grinning like fools in love. Which they kinda are.

Cas helps Dean off the table, curling him up in those big Angelic arms. Carrying him out the door like a bride across the threshold. They kiss as Cas walks, until they reach the throne room.

That smug voice poos up, "Can't you keep it in your pants for five minutes? Better yet, put on some pants and then keep it in!"

"Quit bitching, Crowley. And you're welcome."

The King of Hell narrows his eyes, "You can't say you didn't have fun."

"Oh, it ain't about the fun, 'cause me n' Cas always have fun. I'm saying, you should thank us for working on our time off."

"Dean's right, we did spend a significant portion of our day collecting and debriefing the damned."

"Cas, you're so hot when you get grumbly for me!"

"I'll do anything for you, ba–."

"Enough, already! You're making me nauseated. Me, King of Hell, sickened by you two. Fine, whatever, thank you for playing your games at the bar and then actually doing the job."

Dean sniffs and raises his chin, "Fine. You're welcome." He tilts up to suck on Cas' earlobe, earning a moan and some slippery fingers beneath him

"Leave before I vomit. Revolting"

They're nearly out the door when Cas pauses, "Crowley."

A dramatic sigh hisses for a moment, then, "Happy anniversary, Castiel and Dean "

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