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Dean risks adding to his punishment as he pulls against his leash all the way from the house to the front door. He whines as Cas holds him back and fumbles for what feels like forever with his keys to open up the door.
"Dean, heel," Cas commands, voice strict.
Dean whines again, louder, but kneels at Cas' side, letting the leash go slack. It gives Cas a chance to actually unlock the door and get it open. He motions for Dean to go inside on his hands and knees and wait for him and he sits, tail wagging happily. He's so glad to be back home with his own smells and not that of the clinic. He knows that Cas often smells like the place but at least here it smells like them.
"Living room, Dean. I want you presenting over the arm of the couch. I'll be there in a moment."
Dean's tail stops wagging. His ears droop.
"Now, Dean." The command gets Dean moving whether he likes it or not. He's already got punishment coming, he doesn't need to make it worse.
Dean bends over the arm of the couch in the living room, Cas' favoured punishment position as it gives him the best access to his ass and thighs. He doesn't want to think about it too much but he remembers that he's got probably twenty swats coming for him. It's going to hurt, and he'll probably whine and act like a puppy, and Cas will remind him of all the bad things he did.
The lessons always sink in, it just doesn't often stick. He knows he should be good all the time, but sometimes he doesn't realise he’s doing something naughty before he does it.
The waiting is the worst. Dean's preemptively let his pants fall around his ankles, knowing Cas will want him naked anyway. He's still got his muzzle on for going outside, he doesn't know if Cas will remove it or keep it in to keep him quieter.
He hears the floorboards creak above him as Cas moves around their bedroom. He hears a drawer opening, then closing, he hears the laundry hamper's lid snap shut. Then the footsteps down the stairs again.
Dean forces his body to relax over the arm, breathing in and out carefully.
"Hello, Dean." A hand strokes down the length of his spine.
Dean grunts a response, letting his tail swish against his owner as a sign of affection. Cas leans over him, unclipping his muzzle and letting his mouth free.
"Thanks, sir," Dean says, working his jaw a little.
Cas doesn't say much to that, instead there's a click of a cap being opened and then a finger at his hole. It presses in easily a couple of times before being removed and replaced by a cold metal plug. It's one of Dean's dailies, but one that's slightly larger given the time of day and what he's already gone through. His breath hitches as the widest part stretches him out before he closes around the skinnier base. The flat base is inscribed with Castiel's name like a library stamp.
"Okay, Dean. You earnt yourself twenty strikes today. Despite several warnings you still disobeyed orders from myself and from Charlie. I'm especially disappointed that you weren't good for her today. You've shown her that you can't behave, you've shown her that I haven't been good with your training."
"You have, sir!" Dean cuts in.
Castiel hums. "I know exactly what you’re capable of, Dean. I know today has been hard, but you're normally not quite so… feisty."
Dean whines. "Sorry, sir." He knows it's not going to make anything better. Punishment is punishment. Afterwards it'll be forgotten and they'll continue on. "I didn't like the surprise," he admits.
It's quiet for a moment, then Cas sighs. Dean tenses, not knowing what to expect from his owner. "I'm sorry for the surprise, Dean."
A careful hand strokes over his bare ass and Dean reluctantly moves his tail to the side. He knows from experience that a cane to his tail is probably the worst pain he's felt, but it hadn't been on purpose and Cas had asked him several times to keep it out of the way.
"Ready?"
"Yes, sir."
Dean hears the sound of the cane before it hits, then he's whimpering as the strike gets him evenly across his ass cheeks. The plug is jolted but it's not enough to touch his prostate.
"One," Dean counts. The next one hits just below the first. "Two." The third one almost at his thigh crease. By six there's tears in his eyes and his ears are pinned back. By ten his ass is on fire and his tail aches at the base from keeping it out of the way. Cas pauses at this point, letting the sting sink in.
A thumb presses into a spot where a few lines intersect, the sting intensifies and Dean howls.
"If only you'd been a good boy for me, if you'd trusted me with your care. If you hadn't been naughty for Charlie, then this wouldn't be happening."
Dean's howl settles to a crying whimper as Cas finds more tender spots on his ass. He's still got ten more to go.
"I told you what would happen once you got to ten, and you continued to act out like a pup. You should know better."
Dean wants to say sorry again, but his throat is thick and he can't get the words out. He hears the cane being picked up once again.
"Eleven!" His voice breaks through, cracking with the pain of the resumed punishment.
Twelve catches the crease by his thighs and next six pepper up his ass, knocking hard against the plug. The last two Dean barely registers as his ass has surpassed fire and hit numbness. His eyes are blurry with tears and he sobs out his apologies.
He really does need to do better. He's trusted Cas this long, practically from the moment he met him in that adoption centre. He's been nothing but kind and understanding of him, helping him work through his fears of needles and the trauma of his past owner. And for Charlie, he knows she was acting on Cas' behalf. It wasn't her fault and he shouldn't have acted like that with her.
He stands up gingerly, hands well away from his ass as the movement pulls at the forming welts. Cas has really done a number on him. Despite his red and blotchy face saying otherwise, Dean scrubs a hand down his face to get rid of the evidence of tears.
He turns to Cas, eyes down. He doesn't say sorry, not again, he doesn't need to. "I won't be trouble for Charlie again. I… I understand the need to be medically assessed for the shows. I love doing the shows."
Cas beckons him forward. "I know. You can be a really good boy. Thank you for telling me. How are you feeling?"
"Sore."
Castiel huffs a laugh. "I know that. I meant—"
"I think I needed it."
"Like you were acting out to get punished?" Cas asks. Dean looks up briefly to see Cas' brow furrowed with worry.
"No, no. Just that afterwards I felt good. I want to be good." Dean smiles, tail swinging behind him even though it's making his ass ache. One of the swats got real close to the tail joint. Cas seems to sigh with relief, and Dean's relieved too that it's all over. "What now? Is it time for a movie?"
Cas looks at his watch briefly. "Yes, time for a movie."
"Tombstone?" Dean can feel himself bouncing on his feet.
"Go on then. Set it up, Dean. I'll grab some snacks and stuff, when I get back I want you kneeling by the couch."
Dean's slow to move with his sore ass, but he opens the cupboard full of their DVDs, and slides Tombstone from the shelf. He's quick to pick the right settings on the TV, wanting to be in place with plenty of time. Dean knows the popcorn will take a few minutes to prepare in the microwave.
He pauses the movie at the start, setting the remote on the couch and fluffs up one of the cushions for some extra brownie points. There's a blanket in the ottoman storage footstool and he picks out the fleecy blue one. Then he kneels, sitting up a little to keep his ass off his heels, and waits. It isn't long before Cas comes back in the room and Dean's tail beats in time with Cas' footsteps.
"Oh, perfect puppy."
Dean turns his nose up a little at the affectionate endearment but lets Cas pet him between his ears as he sits down with a tray of items. There's the mandatory bowl of popcorn, smelling buttery as anything, and a couple of drinks for them both. There's also a leather cased box which Dean is curious about, but doesn't mention.
As Cas settles on the sofa, pulling the blanket over his lap a little, Dean leans forwards and rests his head on Cas' knee. He can still see the TV just fine which is perfect as he can mouth along the words to the movie. Cas' knee is warm, if a little boney but it feels nice to finally relax with him. Cas' hand cards through his hair, then massages one ear and then the next in a slow rhythm that threatens to make him fall asleep.
A piece of popcorn is offered up to his lips, and he takes it, still warm and buttery. He chews slowly before swallowing and then accepting another piece. It's a slow start to the movie but one that Dean loves after an afternoon of being poked and prodded.
"Want to get on the couch?" Cas asks him, twirling a lock of Dean's hair between his fingers.
Dean looks up with barely awake eyes, he definitely knows what's going on in the movie. He nods and lifts himself off the floor and sprawls over Cas. He's on his front to not put too much pressure on his newly tender ass, and Cas throws the blanket over his back. He shivers at the sudden warmth but settles in nicely. He can see the TV better now and watches intently. He knows the movie off by heart, and it's an easy one to put on after a hard day. Cas is consistently bemused by his movie choices but watches along. Dean knows he would prefer a book any day and Dean wishes he was good enough at reading aloud to read one to him.
A hand strokes down Dean's back, from the nape of his neck all the way down to the base of his tail. It soothes up and down, underneath the blanket. Cas' thumb periodically stopping to put pressure on a knot and help work it out as Dean groans quietly with the reducing pain. The base of his tail is particularly sensitive and Cas makes use of this by pressing in hard to the joint and making Dean shiver with desire.
"Good pups get to cum as a reward," Castiel whispers in his ear. "I want you to stay nice and still for me, let me play with you."
Dean nods into Cas' lap. "Please, sir." He's so grateful to be able to talk.
Then he feels a finger sneak around his tail and settle over his hole. It's too dry to enter, but it teases him all the same. Dean watches as Cas reaches for the leather box he brought with him, and when it's opened he spies a small bottle of PUP jelly, and two dildos encased in satin.
"Are those for me?" Dean asks, mouth watering as he sees that one of the dildos has a knot at its base.
"Of course, you've been good for me today."
"But…"
Cas clears his throat and Dean quiets. "We've sorted out your punishment, I'm not mad. You did well today, despite what punishment you accrued."
Dean's quiet then, and he gets it, it's always been like this but it doesn't stop him thinking about before — when his old master held a grudge for days or weeks at a time when he did something wrong. Living with Castiel is freedom in comparison.
"Dean…" Cas' hand soothes down his spine and Dean buries his face in Cas' lap. "You're a good boy." Reluctantly, Dean nods. He has to believe Cas.
Instead of trying to convince Dean more, Cas' hands work back down, over his sore ass that makes Dean twitch as Cas touches it and to his hole. Dean keeps his tail to one side as Cas teases him. Dean feels his cock starting to get interested and shifts on the couch to get a little friction.
The cap of the PUP jelly is a snap against the quiet rumbling on the TV and Dean waits for lubricated fingers at his hole. They come soon enough, two dipping into him and sliding in deep. He groans low, face pressed against Cas' thigh as he works them in and out a few times, spreading the hormone supplemented lube inside him. Dean's not really sure what's in the lube but it certainly makes him feel good and that's all that matters to him. Fingers leave him, and instead he feels the nudge of something thicker and more solid as one of the dildos enters him. It's a good kind of stretch, one that makes him gasp and then let out a long breath of air. He ruts down into the couch but Cas' spare hand in his hair forces him to stop when it tightens harshly against his skull. He whimpers quietly but settles into a low moan as the toy starts to move in and out in a slow steady rhythm.
Cas' hand returns to his hair in a gentler way, stroking through the strands carefully before moving up to his right ear and massaging it deeply. His moan turns into a grumbling growl but Cas knows it's one of pleasure and not annoyance.
"Don't cum until I tell you to," Cas orders, words close to his ear. He sounds just as horny as Dean feels. Dean wants to get his mouth on Cas' cock, or maybe have him inside him. "I know, but I want you to take your knot first."
So Dean does, as Cas presses the dildo into him further and further, stretching him out and letting him feel the burn as the knot at the end makes its way inside him. Dean gasps as it finally pops in and he can appreciate how full he feels. Cas presses against the base of the dildo, the rough texture grinding over his prostate.
He doesn't say it out loud, but he begs for Cas' permission to let him cum. He's right there, right on the edge. He doesn't want to disobey, but this is hard. He tries pressing his legs together tightly, trying to stave it all off but it doesn't help. His dick presses against the leather couch cushions, sending belts of pleasure through him.
"Sir, please!"
"I know, Dean. Not yet." Cas order sends dread through him. Dean whines, high pitched and embarrassing. "A little longer. I know you can do it. My good boy. Best boy."
A hand massages down his spine. It's minutes that feel like hours.
"Okay, Dean. Let go for me."
Dean does in an instant. Howling as he cums hard over the leather beneath him. His tail shivers with the effort and Cas keeps on pressing the dildo into him, letting it brush against his prostate until it's far too much. He lets Cas have him though, being the good boy he told him he was and then eventually the toy slips out of him.
"Ah!" Dean shouts as his hole stretches round the widest part. The pain is for only a second as his arousal settles back down to a hum.
He's totally forgotten what's going on on the TV and is totally invested in the feelings Cas is giving him. They course through his body, long awaited. His earlier orgasm not even coming close to this one, this real one, this one that mattered. This one because he was good, because he is a good boy.
Dean fumbles with Cas' button and fly, hoping against hope that Cas doesn't deny him this. This is as much a reward as getting to orgasm is. Cas doesn't stop him and soon enough his hard cock is out of his underwear. Dean doesn't waste time, and takes as much length as he can, letting it slip over his tongue and nudge the back of his throat just before he starts to gag. His mouth waters around Cas' cock and he hears his owner moan. Cas tips his head back against the couch and grips the back of Dean's hair.
Cas lets him set the pace and Dean feels thoroughly privileged to be able to have this. He spent so long after his adoption not being able to have his mouth near anywhere delicate, still having been deemed a bite risk. Now, though, he's safe and he's loved by Cas. Dean has no intention of biting again.
Cas moans and grunts as Dean works his cock well, tongue adding an extra level of sensation to everything. It's not long before he feels Cas tense up like he's about to cum. The hand in his hair tightens and Dean’s pulled onto Cas' cock as he cums down Dean's throat. Dean swallows reflexively, drinking down whatever Cas gives him. Cas keeps him there for a few moments after he's finished, breathing heavily and patting his head. Dean's tail wags happily at the silent praise. He loves it when he can break his owner like this.
"Such a good boy," Cas pants.
Dean just beams, curling up to Cas and settling into his side. It doesn't matter any more that his ass hurts.
"Let's go shower, and sleep. You're going to need your energy for this weekend, and tomorrow we'll do training all day."
"All day?" Dean asks.
"All day. We'll start with positioning practice. Then I think we'll get your outfit sorted. If we need anything extra, I want time to get it."
"What am I wearing?" Dean asks. He pulls himself reluctantly away from Cas who has started to tidy up what's left over from the food and drinks.
"You'll find out tomorrow," Cas teases. He's up and off then, putting the dishes in the kitchen and heading up the stairs. "Come on, Dean."
"Can I choose?" Dean asks.
"No," Cas states without any room to budge.
Dean lowers his ears, breaking out the sad eyebrows. "Please?"
Cas turns to him just before they enter the bedroom. "That's… not going to work on me, puppy."
And so Dean tries harder. Cas sighs and for a moment Dean thinks he's cracked him.
"That's one, for tomorrow."
"Nooo!" Dean protests. "Look, just the gold plated cage?"
Cas quietly strips off his clothing, dumping it on the floor. Dean's urge to pick it up is an itch under his skin but Cas is pulling him to the bathroom before he can.
They shower without much talking, Dean holding his tongue even though he never got an answer about his outfit for the weekend. It's frustrating but Cas probably has a plan and he only needs to wait until the morning.
He should probably stop pushing before he gets his ass caned again as much as he did earlier. After he's dry, Dean settles himself down in his bolster bed next to Cas' nightstand, pulling the blanket up over him until he's buried.
He listens to Cas finish up, and get into bed himself. Dean is exhausted and he imagines Cas is too.
"Come up here, Dean," Cas says with a yawn.
Dean doesn't need telling twice and he climbs up into Cas’ bed, burying himself under the covers next to Cas' warm body. Cas loops a hand around him and pulls him close.
"What about the light leather mitts with the green cuffs?" Dean whispers into Cas ear.
Cas doesn't answer, but his hand moves down and squeezes Dean's ass. Dean yelps and growls half-heartedly.
"Alright. Shutting up."
"Thank fuck for that," Cas grumbles.
Once they're quiet, it doesn't take long for either of them to fall asleep. Up here on the bed with Cas is his favourite place to be.