The club has become a favorite little haunt of theirs. Sometimes it's just good to know that they're far away from Dean and Kevin, that they can take all the time in the world to play. Castiel takes a secret sort of pride and pleasure in how he can walk the hallways and rooms of the club naked, with nothing on his skin but their favorite collar - blue, for his eyes - and a chastity device keeping him soft for Sam's pleasure. He's on display like this, and they both know he draws everyone's eyes.
Who wouldn't look at him? Tall, tan, smooth skin with a few fading but not faded red lines from their last play, carrying himself as if he owns the place, and only casting his eyes down when he steps into place with his even taller, stronger dominant.
They make a pair that many in the club envy, and happily watch whenever they choose to leave the door open.
Castiel was unsure about that the first time Sam introduced him to it all, but they work well together, communicate thoroughly - if Castiel was uncomfortable, it wouldn't happen. They experiment like that often, try something, and immediately disregard it if it's not what they were hoping to get out of it.
They often get requests from people wishing to join them, and so far have declined. But the notable interest has got them talking. Neither of them is sure whether they want to invite others to their play or not. It's Castiel who finally suggests that if they're neither opposed nor in favor, they should try it, once, see how it suits them. He figures for him, it won't be different than Sam using toys on him once he gets into the right mindspace for their play. Besides, Sam will be there every step of the way, and if it doesn't do anything for them, they can call it quits at any point.
It's why he finds himself reclining against the pillows, slick hole clenching around a dildo barely filling enough compared with Sam. His eyes are half lidded as he watches Sam talk to James, their experimental partner for the night. He almost smiles, because it's obvious that as usual, with Sam, he's in good hands. James has the law laid down for him; a strict, thorough set of rules to abide by.
The one where a club visit goes wrong
Who wouldn't look at him? Tall, tan, smooth skin with a few fading but not faded red lines from their last play, carrying himself as if he owns the place, and only casting his eyes down when he steps into place with his even taller, stronger dominant.
They make a pair that many in the club envy, and happily watch whenever they choose to leave the door open.
Castiel was unsure about that the first time Sam introduced him to it all, but they work well together, communicate thoroughly - if Castiel was uncomfortable, it wouldn't happen. They experiment like that often, try something, and immediately disregard it if it's not what they were hoping to get out of it.
They often get requests from people wishing to join them, and so far have declined. But the notable interest has got them talking. Neither of them is sure whether they want to invite others to their play or not. It's Castiel who finally suggests that if they're neither opposed nor in favor, they should try it, once, see how it suits them. He figures for him, it won't be different than Sam using toys on him once he gets into the right mindspace for their play. Besides, Sam will be there every step of the way, and if it doesn't do anything for them, they can call it quits at any point.
It's why he finds himself reclining against the pillows, slick hole clenching around a dildo barely filling enough compared with Sam. His eyes are half lidded as he watches Sam talk to James, their experimental partner for the night. He almost smiles, because it's obvious that as usual, with Sam, he's in good hands. James has the law laid down for him; a strict, thorough set of rules to abide by.