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Chapter One
The whip came down with a crack, breaking the sound barrier, it was one on Cas’ favorite sounds. He loved the feeling of the whip slapping against his skin.
The red welts that eventually turn purple after a good whipping; he loved to press on them, making it white and hurt so good.
“What a good little bitch,” the man behind him said, bringing the whip down harder this time.
Cas cried out, his back and ass hot, weeping a bit at the blood he could feel dripping slowly down his side. Chained to the X Cas was in heaven, the man he was with tonight wasn't that great of a Dom, but Cas didn't care, he was getting paid either way.
Cas noticed the shine of sweat on the man's forehead when he came around to check on Cas, asking if he wanted to quit or continue. He said he was excellent, and they should continue. The man untied Cas from the X and moved him to the paddling bench, it was soft and gave a little when Cas knelt on it, the leather cold against his flushed skin.
The man strapped his wrists first, the leather tight but not too tight, his ankles were next and a gentle hand on his leg placing it where the man wanted it.
Cas moaned when the man ran his hand down his ass, he loved that feeling. It made him sink into subspace, he’s never reached the full depths of subspace with this particular man.
The fresh dribble of lube was welcoming on his aching ass as the man rubbed it over his hole. Cas could feel the blunt tip of the man dick pushing past the rim, he moaned and pushed back as much as he could while strapped down.
The man pulled out just enough to tease him. Cas hated when they teased like that, they never did it right.
He finally pushed all the way in sheathing himself in Cas’ ass; he waited for just a second, the man wasn't massive in length or girth.
“You like that you little cock slut bitch,” the man grunted between thrusts.
Cas moaned in response, the feeling of the man's skin slapping his abused ass was making Cas close to the edge of release. Thrusting a few more times, the man came hot and deep inside his ass.
The man pulled out, unstrapped Cas’ wrists and ankles. Rubbing them to make sure they still had feeling in them. Cas smiled at the man who was doing his best with the aftercare.
“There’s some cream in the drawer over there,” Cas said, pointing to the end table.
The man walked over and grabbed it; he led Cas to the bed, making him lay face down, rubbing the cream into the red welts across his ass and back.
When Cas woke up he was alone in the queen size bed the club provided for people who liked to use the bed, for aftercare, and the occasional nap between clients.
Luckily that man was Cas’ last client of the night. He sat up and looked around and found a note on the pillow next to him.
“Thanks for the good time, see you next week,”
Cas scoffed and threw the note in the garbage can before getting dressed to head home.
Castiel worked out of “House of the Submissive” before signing on with Crowley. He previously worked at “The Glory Hole”, it was a terrible place to work but live and learn Cas thought.
He lived about a twenty minutes walk away from the club in a tiny one-bedroom apartment.
Cas kicked the door to open it, it got stuck in the summer but was worse with the cold weather or rainy season, which made the door frame swell. The living room is small. It would be more significant if Cas had gotten rid of the sectional took up most of the space, but Cas had gotten such a good deal at the thrift store for it.
The flat-screen TV hung on the wall, the table below it held pictures of his family and the few friends he did have, his favorite brother.
Gabriel, Cas’ favorite brother, never understood why he would move into such a shitty apartment when he could have stayed at their parent's house while he went to school. He couldn't very well explain to his parents that his enjoyment of being whipped during sex and that he could do it professionally to make his way through school on his own without their money.
He headed into his bedroom, threw his bag on the bed, and went into the tiny bathroom.
The water was warm and welcoming as Cas stepped into the shower before he closed the curtain.
The rings scrapped against the rod as he tried to fix it, it never sat right, and there was always water on the floor when he got out.
Cas hissed when the water hit his back, he loved that pain.
Cas wished that he had someone at home with him to take care of his back. When he was done washing up, he rinsed, turning the water to lukewarm and letting it cascade down his back, again, making sure it was clean.
Once done, he turned the water off, and grabbed a towel. The material was rough against his abused ass.
He found the softest pair of cotton panties he could find in his drawer before pulling them on. He reached as far back the best he could while putting on the soothing cream for his back.
His stomach grumbled.
He really should take better care of himself if he was going to exert that much energy during a scene. Still, then again, he didn't have a permanent Dom to take care of him, so he was on his own for now.
He checked his phone as he walked to the kitchen. Four missed calls and a string of text messages from his best friend Charlie and his brother.
He figured he would call Charlie first, letting her know that he was ‘ok, just at work,’ and that's why he missed her call and texts.
“You work too much,” Charlie said when he called her.
“I'm sorry, but I need the money, and I enjoy my job,” Cas replied.
He was looking through his cabinets for something to eat, he really needed to go grocery shopping.
“Charlie, I told you I would be there,” he responded to her, asking yet again if he was going to the club with her on Saturday.
“Ok, sometimes you flake on me,” she said.
“It's not flaking if I have to work,” he said, popping a frozen mac and cheese into the microwave.
“Whatever, Jo says you better be there,” she said.
“Ok, I will; I gotta go,” Cas said, hanging up the phone before she could start in on something else.
His stomach growled when the smell of melted cheese hit his nose, he sighed when the timer dinged. He grabbed a water along with the mac and cheese before heading into the living room.
Cas carefully lowered himself on to the couch, the fabric scratched against his back, he moaned a bit it hurt but not in a sexy kind of way. He pulled the blanket across his lap, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. He watched the news for a bit. it was depressing and sad, so he switched to a movie about vampires.
The alarm was suddenly screaming at him He reached for his phone to turn it off. His back and ass ached, but in a good way. Now if someone could fuck him right, that would make it even better.
Heading into the bathroom, he turned to see what his back looked like. Light blue strap marks across his back and ass were starting to show. It would be a few days before the deep purple showed up.
Cas brushed his teeth and did all the usual bathroom stuff before getting dressed and heading to class.
He found his softest t-shirt, changed his panties, slid on a pair of tight jeans, and finding his converse that were tucked under the bed.
He was finally ready to leave, Charlie called, letting him know she was outside waiting for him.
Charlie waved from her little yellow car, Cas smiled and waved back.
“We have time to stop and get coffee,” she said as Cas slid into the front seat.
“Sounds good to me,” Cas said, pulling his seat belt on.
There was an on-campus coffee shop that Cas and his friends frequently went to.
The strong smell of ground coffee wafted in their faces when Cas opened the door; he inhaled deeply, loving the aroma of the small Cafe. They walked to the counter, fresh muffins coming from the back where the culinary students worked for credits, smelled amazing.
The line was relatively short. Still, there weren't really any tables, Charlie spotted one opening up as she told Cas what she wanted before running to grab the table before someone else could. Cas smiled at his friend. Her fire-red hair and pale skin stood out against the black hoody she had on.
Cas stepped up to the counter, his friend Kevin was working today, as he smiled and asked Cas if he wanted the usual. He answered yes and ordered Charlie’s as well. Once he paid, he headed over to the table.
Charlie had her laptop out, typing away, the surface was covered in Harry Potter, Lord of the Ring, and The Hobbit stickers. Cas smiled, he loved how much she didn't care what people thought of her. She never pretended to be anyone but herself sometimes and Cas envied that.
Kevin called Cas’ name, he got up and grabbed their drinks and snacks.
Cas moaned when he popped a piece of the warm muffin in his mouth, Charlie looked at him.
“I need to go shopping,” he said with a shrug.
“You need a ride? Tell me, I'll take you,” she replied taking a sip of her coffee.
“It's fine, I can take the bus.” he looked at his watch, “I gotta go to class, I'll see you later.”
Cas gathered up his stuff and headed to the building across the way from the cafe. It was a large brick building with foliage all around. Cas was always worried that he may see a client or two at the school but so far he has never seen anyone and no one except Charlie knew that he did.
He made his way to the lecture hall, sitting in the second row, he lowered himself into the seat. With his ass hurting, in a good way. The room had a bit of a chemical smell to it where they had disinfected it, at least that's what Cas thought.
The professor entered the room, the door slamming behind him.
Arthur Ketch, a tall, brunette man, with an English accent always seemed a bit weird to Cas. He couldn't quite put his finger on why he got a weird vibe from him but Cas was pretty sure the guy could be a serial killer.
After class, Ketch, as he liked to be called had asked Cas to stay back.
“You are missing an assignment,” he said.
“I shouldn't be. I turned them all in. I even take pictures of all the assignments. I also write down the dates and times they were turned in and I screenshot any emailed assignments,” Cas said pulling out his phone.
Ketch stepped closer as Cas searched his phone for all the assignments, he placed a hand on Cas’ shoulder and leaned in.
“I think we can work something out” Ketch whispered.
Cas looked at him, he was serious.
“Um no, that's inappropriate,” Cas said.
“Is it? I see the way you look at me,” Ketch said.
Just then, Charlie opened the door to the classroom, disrupting anything Ketch was about to say.“We gotta go, come on,” she said.
“We will finish this later,” Ketch said, backing away.
Cas gathered up his stuff and ran from the room, pushing past Charlie and walking towards their next class. Charlie ran after him yelling his name.
He was breathing heavy. He didn't know what the hell just happened. His teacher, a respected man, just propositioned him for sex.
“Cas, what the hell?” Charlie demanded once she caught up to him.
“I'm fine,” he replied opening the classroom door.
“Are you sure? We can talk or leave if you need to,” Charlie said.
“I'm fine, really, I'm fine,” he assured her.
The class dragged on and Cas couldn't wait to leave. Not that he was too excited for his family dinner that night.
After class, Charlie gave Cas a ride home wishing him luck at his parent’s house that evening.
Cas opened his apartment door, sighing as he set his bag down. It was cold out and in his apartment he thought a warm shower would help.
He walked to the bathroom, got undressed and turned on the shower. The water was nice and warm, he sighed letting what happened with Ketch wash away down the drain.
When he was done, he hurried to get dressed. He tried to turn the heat on. sometimes it would work and other times it didn't, so he would rather bundle up then fight with the landlord.
His brother Gabriel texted to let him know that he was waiting for him outside, Cas sighed as he grabbed what he needed and left.
His brother drove a Lincoln continental or “the Pimp mobile” as Gabe liked to call it, with its weird tan paint job and a smell that no one could figure out.
Gabriel Novak was Cas’ favorite brother for two reasons. First and foremost, they were only eighteen months apart, so they were close growing up. Second, Gabriel never judged him for being bisexual.
Gabriel, a short, golden-haired man with whiskey brown eyes, always ready with a joke or a prank, who loved his family more than anything, hated seeing his brothers fight, and hated even more when their two older brothers picked on Cas mercilessly.
“Cassie,” Gabriel called out from the diver side window when he saw his brother exit the building.
“Hello, Gabriel,” Cas replied when he opened the passenger side door.
“Are you ready for a fun-filled night?” Gabriel asked.
“Oh yeah, another night of mother asking me what I am doing with my life, father wondering where I work and Michael and Lucifer calling me a fag,” Cas replied looking at his brother.
“So that's a yes?” Gabriel asked smiling.
Cas laughed and looking out the window as they drove deep into the suburbs of two-story homes and mansion that came out of those “homes and gardens” magazines. The trees losing their leaves green orange and yellow.
They pulled up to the huge mansion, Gabriel punched the code into the keypad to open the wrought iron gates with the gold filigree. Cas always sighed at the gaudiness of his childhood home. There was a large marble fountain when you pulled in, two large lions guarded the front door. The mansion really looked like something out of a fairy tale.
The balcony above the front steps looked like something Rapunzel would throw her hair over to let the prince up. The tan with a white trim and perfectly manicured hedges.
Their brother Michael was walking up the stone steps turning when he heard the car.
He was tall, muscular, dark hair and light blue eyes, wearing a suit and tie like always. He smiled at his brothers, perfect white teeth shining. Cas took a breath and looked at Gabriel.
“It will be ok,” he said, putting the car in park and turning it off. They exited the car at the same time.
“Castiel, Gabriel,” Michael greeted.
“Hello, Michael,” Cas said as he walked up the stone steps to pass his brother.
“Michael,” Gabriel said.
Cas pushed the front door open, the foyer was large with white carpeted steps leading up to the second floor, their shoes scuffed against the hardwood flooring as they removed their jackets to hang them up. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, Cas asking if it was new. Michael informing him that their parents got it last week, that he would know that if he came to dinner more than four times a month.
Naomi Novak descended the stairs with one of the many maids they had, talking about how the sheets had these little lint balls on them and she did not pay all that money for them to do that! The maid said she would look into it.
“Boys,” Naomi called out seeing her sons standing at the front entrance.
“Hello, Mother,” Michael said with a big smile while hugging his mom. Her second-born but her favorite.
“Castiel, you are too skinny! Are you eating enough?” Naomi asked hugging him next.
“Hello, to you too mother,” he said kissing her on the cheek.
“Gabriel, did you drive your brother in that car?” she asked giving him a hug.
“Yes, and we were proportioned by all the prostitutes on the way over,” he replied wagging his eyebrow.
“Don't be so vulgar,” she said making a face, “your father is in the den with Lucifer.”
They followed their mother to the den that was just off from the dining room they used for family meals.
There was a large beige sectional that wrapped around the room making it look welcoming. The fire was going in the gas fireplace and the TV hung above the fireplace, flanked by the surround sound speakers.
“Michael, Luc was just telling me you got the Smith contract,” Zachariah said.
“Yes, and it was a slam dunk,” Michael replied.
“Gabriel what about you? Anything new in the candy world?” he asked.
“Not since I talked to you yesterday,” Gabriel answered while flopping on to the couch.
Gabriel had made his own money by starting “Gabriel's Sweet Satisfaction” instead of going into business with Zach and his older brothers. They blamed him for why Cas had moved into such a crappy apartment and wanting to find his own way.
“Castiel, how's that dream of being a poor teacher,” Zach asked.
“It's going really well,” Cas said sitting down on the other side of the couch, keeping as far away from everyone as possible.
“Why is it so bad that Cassie wants to be a teacher? He wants to mold the minds of the youth,” Gabriel said.
“There's nothing wrong with other people wanting to be teachers,” Naomi said.
Gabriel and Cas shook their heads, they would never understand.