The Sub

Castiel

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.