CHAPTER 1
Castiel appeared in the bedroom and looked around. There was nothing out of the ordinary here, no Enochian markings, no pentagrams, no blood. Hell it was so ordinary, the location he had been given must have been wrong. Closing his eyes, he sighed deeply, disappointed that he had come up empty. He glanced upwards and was just about to leave when he heard footsteps approaching. Hurrying to the window, he twitched the curtain slightly and peered out. The man heading his way stopped walking, turned his head to the side and locked eyes on him. A wide grin spread across his face as he began humming a strange but beautiful tune, lulling the air around him. Walking forward, he opened the door and stepped inside. "Who are you, gorgeous?" he asked.
Castiel stood there unsure what to do. He wanted to grab the man and pin him up against the wall, to tug on his lush hair and forcefully insert his tongue in his mouth, tasting him, feeling the weak, soft body tremble beneath his touch but every fiber in his body screamed to smite the man before him. As he listened to the tune, and gazed into his eyes, an overwhelming desire to do anything he wanted took hold of him. He looked him up and down. "Castiel, angel of the lord," he said, stepping forward with a crooked smile on his face.
"Well my feathered friend don't just stand there, make yourself comfortable," Misha lulled at him as he sat on the couch, his legs splayed, raking over the angel's host body. Castiel paused for a moment before he removed his overcoat and tossed it to the side. As Misha clearly enjoying the show sat back, Castiel continued to undress. His fingers sought the buttons on his top. Eagerly, he grabbed the edge of the seam and tore it open, revealing his well defined chest and rippling abs. His eyes sought the strangers and seeing their approval, he lowered his hands. When he finally stood there, naked before him, Misha stood up.
"Mmm very manly," he whispered in his ear as his fingers traced across his chest. Standing face to face, staring in to his eyes, they trailed lower. His fingers ran through the small tuft of hair and down to his thigh. He leaned in, breathing a gentle sigh across Castiel's lips as he brought them up and over his balls, his penis, around the head and back up to his chest. He could feel Castiel's chest begin to heave as he stood there with his hand over his heart. Taking a step back, appraising him, he smiled and walked around, tracing across the taut muscles of his arms, shoulders, back, and as he knelt down and sank his teeth in, his ass. Castiel gasped as Misha spread his legs further apart, reached his hand between them and cupped his balls. Feeling the fullness of them, he purred "nice," and began caressing. Confused, Castiel glanced down at his member as it began to grow. Misha slid his hand upwards and gently pushed on his back, rounding his buttocks. When they pointed towards his face, he leaned in, inhaled the angel's scent, pulled his hand back and with a loud
thwack brought it down on the soft orbs, leaving a glowing imprint in its wake. Squeezing the balls gently in his other hand, he tenderly lowered his lips to the red hot hand print and kissed the rosy mounds, letting his tongue travel across the raised skin before standing up and taking the rope from the dresser. He entwined his fingers through Castiel's then taking his wrists and tying them together behind his back, he demanded him to kneel. Unable to stop himself, Castiel knelt at his feet. His head tilted back to watch as Misha walked around and unzipped his trousers, letting them slide to his feet. Standing mere inches away from Castiel's face, his hand wrapped around his dick, he began stroking it, bringing it to full attention. As the door opened and in walked Crowley, camera in hand, clicking away, he turned his head, "Ah, just in time," he winked.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world, darling," Crowley chimed back.
Misha stopped and looked down at Castiel, "Suck it," he lulled.
Crowley bent down close to Castiel to get the best view for the camera. As he put the dick in his mouth and began sucking on it, Crowley pressed record. Castiel rolled along the shaft creating a ripple effect as he played with the shape of his tongue, flicking it across the tip of his dick and back down before grasping firmly with his mouth and sucking it again. Pulling Castiel's hair tight, Misha plunged down his throat as waves of ecstasy coursed through him. He tilted Castiel's head wanting to see the eyes looking back at him and shot into his mouth, filling it with his salty creaminess, pulling him in tight as he shuddered once more. "Kiss him!" he ordered, as he removed his dick from its warm encasing and stepped back.
Castiel turned and leant in. Not wanting to pass the opportunity up, Crowley pulled him in close, one hand on the nape, the other tracing his ass. He thrust his tongue in his mouth, tasting the cum that lined his lips and began kissing him. As the kiss became more heated, he inserted his finger, feeling the tightness wrap around him. Castiel's eyes widened in shock as Crowley smiled, unzipped his trousers and pulled him on top, gliding his dick deep into him. As he sat there motionless, not knowing what to do Crowley wrapped his arms around him and gently lay him back. Leaning forward he slowly built up a steady rhythm. As Castiel began to respond to the new sensations, Crowley deepened his thrusts. Before long the sound of his thighs hitting off soft flesh filled the room. Crowley's eyes danced as Castiel screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure as his virginity was taken from him. Wrapping his fingers through Castiel's hair, Crowley pulled his head back, exposing the throat and bit down.
Meanwhile, Misha picked up the camera, set it on the dresser and directed it towards the bed. Pleased with the angle, he crossed over and knelt beside Castiel. Crowley looked up frustrated. He stopped, withdrew and stood up. Crossing to the bed, he tore off his clothes while Misha grabbed Castiel's bindings and led him across. Doubling him over, he pinned his head down hard with one hand and rammed his dick into him. He stood with his taut buttocks clenching as Crowley lay back cleaning his dick, watching his angel acquaintance moan as the man bore down on him. Encouraged by the sounds, Misha quickened his pace, his fingers trailed across his back, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy as Crowley moved forward and spreading his legs wide, eased himself into position at Castiel's mouth. Smiling up at Misha, he lifted Castiel's head and forced his mouth down. With each thrust, Castiel moaned sending vibrations rippling along the shaft. When Misha thrust again, Crowley exploded at the back of Castiel's throat. Castiel swallowed, flattened his tongue out and licked the tip of the dick before circling around, down and across his balls. Bringing himself up, he fell forward and darted his tongue in Crowley's mouth in a heated frenzy.
Grinding deeper into him, excited by his desire Misha held on to Castiel's hips and listened to the ragged breaths. Caught up in the moment, he stopped humming, not realizing that Castiel was slowly coming back to his senses until Crowley, sensing the change in Castiel looked at him. When he saw the shine leave his eyes, he quickly grabbed Castiel's arms and held him pinned between them. Infuriated, Castiel bucked hard against Misha as he struggled to get free, but the more he tried to pull himself out of their grasp, the more Misha enjoying the obvious discomfort and anger that Castiel displayed, and violently thrust harder, pummeling deeper into him. Castiel screamed out as Crowley threw his head back laughing as he watched the fear and loathing etch across his face as Misha violated him again and again. With his buttocks clenched tight against Castiel's soft skin Misha stopped. He cocked his head to the side having heard the sound of tyres screeching to a halt. "Later, gorgeous," he whispered as he bent over, kissed him on the neck and slowly withdrew his dick, ensuring that Castiel felt each inch of him sliding back out. He smiled wickedly, turned and quickly made his getaway with Crowley. Feeling guilty and ashamed of what had transpired Castiel straightened up and untied his wrists, while the sensation of the dick leaving him still lingered.
