Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 3

"Did you honestly mean I've been hired?"

"Oh yes. There are few qualifications at HardcoreWings; love, and a set of big gorgeous wings. The most important one, which you clearly have, are the big gorgeous wings," Crowley says, leading them into an office just as normal as the hallway. There's nothing to indicate that everything in it was purchased with porn money.

"Well, that's...nice," Castiel says lamely.

"Your brother mentioned you weren't interested in partner videos?"

"Absolutely not."

Crowley shrugs, though Castiel thinks he looks disappointed. "Suit yourself, but your paycheck could be doubled."

"No," Castiel reiterates.

"Well, no matter," Crowley says, clicking away at his computer. "You'll be a hit regardless."

Compliments shouldn't make Castiel feel so cheap. Although, he supposes he is cheap now. But then, cheap is preferable to homeless.

"Right, so this is how it works. You'll film a few videos that will go up on our site. If they are popular enough, we'll give you a live shift. That's where the money really is because customers have to keep paying to keep watching. We'll take a share of the profits, of course, but much of the earnings will go straight into your pocket," Crowley explains. "Your conduct is under your own control. We'll never pressure you into doing more than you're comfortable with or film you without your knowledge. Here's a contract that says basically the same thing. I'll give you a moment to read it."

It takes more than a moment. The contract is quite lengthy. It outlines the rules and reassurances of privacy and fair treatment. There's a section about health screenings for those doing partner videos and another about how he'll be paid. Really, it's so thorough that Castiel feels himself start to relax. It's like a real business. Just any other job, except it pays a hell of a lot better.

Castiel signs the form.

"Wonderful! Just a few more things we need to do to get you in the system and you'll be ready for your first session."

His nerves leap. He's really going to do it. Today, soon, Castiel's going to undress for money. I'm gonna throw up.

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"Hi, I'm Jo. Follow me."

Castiel trails after the blond receptionist down the hall to another door. She opens it, revealing a totally different kind of environment. There's a large camera pointed towards a soft velvety red couch in front of a set of thick blue curtains. The lights are low as if to create a romantic atmosphere. Castiel blinks.

"This is..."

"Yeah, some viewers like an expensive looking set. We start newbies here. Is that okay?" she asks.

He shrugs. "Yes."

"Great. This is Chuck. He's your fluffer. Now excuse me, I have to go make sure your brother isn't screwing with the stuff on my desk," she says, disappearing out the door with a whip of blond hair.

"Fluffer?" Castiel questions. The Chuck in question is a short scruffy human man in glasses and a tattered flannel shirt. He steers Castiel to a chair and pushes him down.

"It means I'm gonna fluff up your wings and groom them for the show," he says, already tugging at one of Castiel's errant feathers. "Geez, these things are enormous."

"Yes," Castiel says quietly, embarrassed. It's been ages since another person groomed his wings. It's actually very nice. Chuck keeps his touch gentle and professional, like any other wing-dresser. He hasn't had the money for professional wingcare since he left home. Doing it himself is difficult and at the best of times, Castiel looks like he just rolled out of bed.

"I'm gonna puff them up pretty big," Chuck says. "People will pay more."

"Ah, okay." There's a silence that grates on Castiel's nerves. This man is prepping him for porn. He can't just pretend it's not true.

"You don't like wings?" he asks. Most humans with a wing fetish would be aroused by now.

"I don't hate them or anything, but they don't do anything for me," Chuck says with a shrug.

"Then why work here?"

Chuck opens a bottle of wing mousse and pours some in his palms.

"I'm a writer who hasn't sold anything. They pay good money here." He spreads the mousse through Castiel's wings, forking his fingers through the feathers to puff them up.

Castiel raises an eyebrow at himself in the mirror. It's a rather aggressive wingstyle. As opposed to Castiel's normal sedate flat wings, Chuck is creating a look that would signal to any angel that Castiel was on the prowl for a immediate sexual partner. Humans, those aware of angelic mating rituals, will understand the signal and probably find it just as arousing.

"You're very good at this."

"I've been here for awhile," Chuck says. "I know more about angel sex than I ever wanted to. There, you're done."

Castiel stares at himself. His wings are sleek and shiny. Several feathers stick out aggressively on the arch curve, a very modern sexy look. He can't believe he can even look like this.

"Wow."

"Uh huh." Chuck goes to fiddle with the camera and turns it on.

"I'm just gonna leave this on for you. Are you going to be okay?"

Truthfully, Castiel isn't quite sure, but nods anyway. After Chuck leaves, Castiel remains in his chair for a long moment. Crowley told him that they'd edit the video later and that he could take his time. Also, that he doesn't have to actually strip in front of the camera, at least not at first. Castiel is quite grateful. Sooner or later, he'll learn the moves, but for now, Castiel thinks he'd die of embarrassment if he tries to gyrate like a stripper in front of that camera.

Okay, you can do this. Just flare your wings, masturbate like normal and pretend you're all alone.

The pep talk isn't very effective, but it does get him out of the chair and carefully undoing his shirt buttons. He undresses completely, folding each item neatly and laying them together on the chair. Warm air washes over his bare flesh. Castiel appreciates that bit of thoughtfulness.

With one last deep breath, Castiel walks in front of the camera. His nerves instantly paralyze him. I'm being filmed. Naked. His stomach ties itself into knots. The only reason Castiel doesn't instantly retreat is the memory of his father's cold blue gaze as Gabriel told him he and Castiel were going to leave and nothing could stop them.

I can do this. For Gabriel and for me. To survive, I can do this.

Crowley assured him that he only had to display his wings in traditional mating positions while bringing himself off. Nothing fancy. The only real restriction is that he has to film at least fifteen minutes. As nervous as he is, Castiel doubts that will be a problem.

The first thing he does is turn his back to the camera and stretch his wings out to either side of his body. The outline of his huge silvered wings along with a good look at the curve of his back and ass should be an exciting introduction.

If you're into that kind of thing.

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