Castiel gets a new collar tonight, and people notice. Some doms call him the perfect sub - always poised, always devoted, always perfect, in shape and responsiveness and scenes. You can tell he doesn't do this as a relief from daily life, not just a role or game he slips into for one scene and then leaves behind for a week until he returns. Castiel lives with his dom, is a sub every moment of every day, and it shows. Not a single other person in the room can match the fluid, almost otherworldly grace with which he moves, the way his muscles always keep him perfectly still and balanced.
There are many that would give anything for a chance to be allowed to participate in playtime with Castiel, spank that perfect skin red, test just how true the rumors of his flexibility are. But the rooms always stay locked behind Balthazar and Castiel, and no one is allowed to check. He carries the evidence of their scenes at the club beautifully though, marks on his skin not proof of pain endured, but more of a decoration Balthazar put there like a knowing artist. Castiel is a canvas, and Balthazar knows how to make him look most beautiful.
Castiel always arrives dressed in well tailored shoes, and after their playtime he strolls around the club nude. Balthazar has a thing for beauty, and there is no greater beauty to put on display than Castiel after playtime. Or perhaps during playtime - it's reasonable to assume that this is still part of things for them, that aftercare and comfort will follow at home, that Castiel is performing, just in a different way than those couples who leave their doors open for anyone to gaze in.
"You did well tonight."
Balthazar slips the new collar around Castiel's neck in front of everyone. It makes other subs want to strive for Castiel's perfect, other doms want to provide better for them the way Balthazar so obviously does for his partner. And still, it also breeds resentment. Not that either of them seems to care. Castiel isn't young anymore, though it's hard to guess his age correctly with how lean and smooth his body still is, and how ageless his face and eyes remain. Balthazar is notably older, though, and easily one of the richest men frequenting this club.
Castiel was much younger when he became Balthazar's sub.
Gold digger is the word spooking through everyone's mind. Whore is common, too, because Castiel's exquisite services are clearly paid in expensive, luxurious gifts.
The new collar is silver and blue, woven together like Byzantine necklaces, inlaid with what might well be diamonds. The collar was expensive. Castiel always keeps his chin high in public, but when the collar is fastened, he lowers his head demurely, body curving into Balthazar's side. He's naked, and still looks worth a million dollars. Especially with how the collar matches those blue, blue eyes.
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It's later that same evening. Castiel and Balthazar don't often grace the club with their presence anymore. Rumor has it that Castiel, knowing full well how exquisite he is, has grown tired of being on display, preferring expensive dinners all over the world to playing outside of one of Balthazar's mansions. They've been coming more regularly again in the most recent past, so it's quite a surprise when, with the night winding down and many pairs and individuals lazily occupying the lounge, he stands up and raises his glass. Castiel is sitting by his feet, face impassive. Beautiful like ice, and the envy of every eye one way or another.
"My friends, I'm afraid I have to announce by future retirement from the scene around here. I've stuck with this longer than I have with anything else, but I find myself yearning for the shores of my home... in other words, I will be returning to England. That's Europe for you poor Americans." He winks, at least half in jest. "I have a bit of a luxury problem, in that I don't intend to take my dear Castiel with me. I can't quite imagine that yet, but I'm afraid I'll have to part with him, reluctant as I am to do so for obvious reasons. Now, I could just say 'hey, doms and subs part ways all the time', but you know. This is a little different. Little Cassie has agreed that he can't just go look for any new dom on his own, or hope to be found. I intend to pass him on into responsible... and rich hands. I want to see my long-term sub well taken care of and provided for before I depart. Feel free to approach me if you think your paycheck covers that, though a select few of you will be approached by me in the near future, too."
The buzz lasts for a while. Further in the back, two subs sneer, whispering among themselves that it's obvious Castiel was using Balthazar's fondness of him to acquire the next dom with obscenely deep pockets. Someone like Castiel can't stop being a trophy pet - rumor has it h dropped out of school long before entering the scene. More nasty rumors say that he was trying to find a less nasty way of whoring himself out, and had struck gold.
Well, it looks like he won't have any trouble striking gold twice.
When the buzz has dwindled down, Balthazar has already spoken to a few likely candidates. Next on his list is someone he imagines Castiel, the little size queen, would rather enjoy for reasons not necessarily related to money.
Everyone knows the Winchester boy is hung.
Balthazar grins as he holds out his hand. "Mr. Winchester."
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Date: 2015-02-20 12:37 am (UTC)There are many that would give anything for a chance to be allowed to participate in playtime with Castiel, spank that perfect skin red, test just how true the rumors of his flexibility are. But the rooms always stay locked behind Balthazar and Castiel, and no one is allowed to check. He carries the evidence of their scenes at the club beautifully though, marks on his skin not proof of pain endured, but more of a decoration Balthazar put there like a knowing artist. Castiel is a canvas, and Balthazar knows how to make him look most beautiful.
Castiel always arrives dressed in well tailored shoes, and after their playtime he strolls around the club nude. Balthazar has a thing for beauty, and there is no greater beauty to put on display than Castiel after playtime. Or perhaps during playtime - it's reasonable to assume that this is still part of things for them, that aftercare and comfort will follow at home, that Castiel is performing, just in a different way than those couples who leave their doors open for anyone to gaze in.
"You did well tonight."
Balthazar slips the new collar around Castiel's neck in front of everyone. It makes other subs want to strive for Castiel's perfect, other doms want to provide better for them the way Balthazar so obviously does for his partner. And still, it also breeds resentment. Not that either of them seems to care. Castiel isn't young anymore, though it's hard to guess his age correctly with how lean and smooth his body still is, and how ageless his face and eyes remain. Balthazar is notably older, though, and easily one of the richest men frequenting this club.
Castiel was much younger when he became Balthazar's sub.
Gold digger is the word spooking through everyone's mind. Whore is common, too, because Castiel's exquisite services are clearly paid in expensive, luxurious gifts.
The new collar is silver and blue, woven together like Byzantine necklaces, inlaid with what might well be diamonds. The collar was expensive. Castiel always keeps his chin high in public, but when the collar is fastened, he lowers his head demurely, body curving into Balthazar's side. He's naked, and still looks worth a million dollars. Especially with how the collar matches those blue, blue eyes.
---
It's later that same evening. Castiel and Balthazar don't often grace the club with their presence anymore. Rumor has it that Castiel, knowing full well how exquisite he is, has grown tired of being on display, preferring expensive dinners all over the world to playing outside of one of Balthazar's mansions. They've been coming more regularly again in the most recent past, so it's quite a surprise when, with the night winding down and many pairs and individuals lazily occupying the lounge, he stands up and raises his glass. Castiel is sitting by his feet, face impassive. Beautiful like ice, and the envy of every eye one way or another.
"My friends, I'm afraid I have to announce by future retirement from the scene around here. I've stuck with this longer than I have with anything else, but I find myself yearning for the shores of my home... in other words, I will be returning to England. That's Europe for you poor Americans." He winks, at least half in jest. "I have a bit of a luxury problem, in that I don't intend to take my dear Castiel with me. I can't quite imagine that yet, but I'm afraid I'll have to part with him, reluctant as I am to do so for obvious reasons. Now, I could just say 'hey, doms and subs part ways all the time', but you know. This is a little different. Little Cassie has agreed that he can't just go look for any new dom on his own, or hope to be found. I intend to pass him on into responsible... and rich hands. I want to see my long-term sub well taken care of and provided for before I depart. Feel free to approach me if you think your paycheck covers that, though a select few of you will be approached by me in the near future, too."
The buzz lasts for a while. Further in the back, two subs sneer, whispering among themselves that it's obvious Castiel was using Balthazar's fondness of him to acquire the next dom with obscenely deep pockets. Someone like Castiel can't stop being a trophy pet - rumor has it h dropped out of school long before entering the scene. More nasty rumors say that he was trying to find a less nasty way of whoring himself out, and had struck gold.
Well, it looks like he won't have any trouble striking gold twice.
When the buzz has dwindled down, Balthazar has already spoken to a few likely candidates. Next on his list is someone he imagines Castiel, the little size queen, would rather enjoy for reasons not necessarily related to money.
Everyone knows the Winchester boy is hung.
Balthazar grins as he holds out his hand. "Mr. Winchester."