CHAPTER FOUR
Shining the light ahead of them, they walked forward. This couldn't be right, there was supposed to be a photographer's studio here, but there was nothing. At the very least, Dean expected to see pictures hanging, displaying the photographer's handiwork. Had Sam missed something when he searched? Perhaps they were at the wrong warehouse. He shone his torch towards Sam who was a few steps ahead of him shining his torch everywhere, obviously thinking the same thing. As they ventured further in, a soft tune began to drift towards them. Sam lowered his torch and headed towards the sound.
"What are you doing?" Dean whispered, putting his fingers in his ears, trying to block out the tune to no avail. It filled his head, pulling him towards the far end of the building. As his feet began to move of their own volition, he looked at Sam. His eyes were glazed over, a smile spread upon his face, he looked enchanted. Was this what he looked like too? Hell, he hoped not.
Suddenly, a light came on. It shone down on a small square section of the room and bled out slightly. The square had four spotlights that pointed and shone onto an ornate bed in the centre. A camera pointing straight at it stood on a tripod at the bottom. As they approached the lit area and stepped in Dean felt the presence of another but the lights were too bright, blinding him. "Who's there?" he asked, peering into the darkness.
Misha stepped forward, boring his eyes into the boys. Sauntering over to Sam, he trailed his fingers across his neck, before tilting his head and finding his soft lips with his hungry mouth. Sam responded, his hands embraced him, pulling him in close, desire etched upon his face. Smiling, Misha pulled back, kissed him lightly once more then pulled him to the bed and sat down. He patted the space next to him. "Remove your shirt," he lulled in a soft voice.
Sam tore his shirt off eager to please the vision in front of him while Dean fumbled with his buttons. "What the hell?" Dean thought, unable to stop himself. As Misha glared at him and hummed louder, all thoughts of breaking the enchantment were wiped from his mind, and he succumbed fully to it. Pleased with what he saw, Misha pulled Sam down onto the bed and removed the clothing from his lower half with his teeth. Sam stretched his arms out, yearning as he lay naked on the bed. Misha smiled, leant over and flicked his tongue over his lips and down the chin. As he sought lower, he nibbled on the soft skin of the neck before lowering his head to his nipple. Taking it in his teeth, he tugged gently but firmly. Sam gasped as the cool breath lingered on him, infusing the heat from his body with the coldness. His nipples hardened as Misha licked around them, moistening them with his tongue before tugging once again.
"Remove your clothes and come to me!" Misha ordered Dean, without sparing him a glance. As Dean followed his orders and approached, Castiel stepped out naked from the darkness, holding a carved wooden stake. "I'll take that," Misha said as he leapt off the bed, crossed the room and took the stake from Castiel. Throwing it on the floor, he crooned, "Nice of you to drop by." He pushed firmly on his lips, forcing Castiel to open up. While holding his gaze, he slid his tongue in, reached around and grabbed his ass. Castiel rolled his tongue and darted it into Misha's mouth. He closed his eyes savoring the sensation. Moments later, Misha removed his tongue, trailed softly down his body, and knelt before him. Castiel opened his eyes, gazed down and watched as Misha wrapped his lips around the tip of his dick and began tracing it with the back of his tongue. When it was fully aroused, Misha kissed it and stood back up. He undressed as he led Castiel over to join the boys.
Taking Dean by the hand he cuffed him to one of the bed posts and looked at Sam, who immediately knelt up, eager to please. He grabbed Sam by the hair. "Kneel," he ordered Castiel. Tilting Sam's head back he slid his tongue in his mouth. Castiel knelt on the bed facing the camera as Misha lay on his stomach and pointed his ass up in the air. Opening his legs, he wiggled his ass at him. "Rim, me," he smoldered as he held his gaze.
Castiel moved around and placed his hands either side of his soft buttocks. He lowered his head and sticking his tongue out began to circle around the anus. Burying his face in, he tongued him forcefully before pulling back slightly to bite down on the cheeks. An eagerness spread across his face as he looked down at Misha. He grabbed a firm hold of his hips and tilted the ass till it was aligned with his dick. As he entered him, the softness enveloped his dick surrounding it with a pleasant heat. He withdrew slightly, feeling the tightness along the length of his shaft. His hips moved back and forth as he enjoyed the sensation. With sweat pouring off his taut body, he thrust deeper.
Satisfied that Castiel was fully under his enchantment, Misha stroked Sam's leg. "Give me your cock," he grunted as Castiel slammed into him.
Sam knelt in front of Misha, his dick straight out before him. Misha stretched forward and began to lick the tip of his dick. Circling the head with his tongue, he wrapped his lips around and grabbed Sam's legs, holding steadfast as he opened his mouth and took him in. Dean watched as Castiel rocked back and forth, he stroked himself, longing to have him in his arms. As Castiel thrust deep and hard, he dug his fingers into the soft, rounded buttocks and came. He collapsed forward, stretched his hands out along Misha's back and over his rounded buttocks. Sam, unable to control himself, shot into Misha's mouth. Misha swallowed hard. Tasting the remnants of cum on the tip of the dick as he pulled it out his mouth and circled his lips around. Sam sat back waiting for further instruction as Misha, uncurling himself, turned and kissed Castiel.
Reaching over, he uncuffed Dean. "Come," he growled. Dean got up on the bed and following Misha's gaze began to caress Castiel. His arms wrapped around him as he turned his face to kiss him. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and passionately kissed him back, inviting him in. Their bodies mashed together as they caressed one another in a heated frenzy. Pulling Castiel on top, Dean sunk his dick into him. Castiel moaned slightly, pleased with the sensation of being filled. Rocking his hips back and forth in rhythm, he clenched his buttocks tight as he raised himself up and down. Dean arched Castiel back slightly so that he could lower his head to his chest. He licked around the nipple as they kept in rhythm, the tightness around his dick sending throbbing waves of pleasure throughout his body. Castiel sat up, entwined his hands in Dean's hair and leant in. His eyes held Deans as he thrust his tongue in his mouth, tasting him. Their lips locked as they rocked back and forth. As Castiel withdrew his tongue, Dean bit down on his lower lip causing it to plump with blood. Castiel gasped.
Sam nestled between Misha's thighs watching as Dean and Castiel made love. Misha traced his hands across Sam's body while sitting behind him and kissed him tenderly on the neck. Taking the cuffs, he pulled Sam's arms back and snapped the metal around the wrists. Sam felt behind him, his hands seeking the rounded flesh between Misha's thighs. When he found what he was looking for, Misha edged forward, reached his hand down the side of the bed and picked up the ductape. Tearing a piece off he placed it across Sam's mouth and pushed him over tilting his ass up high in the air. Sam lay his head to the side as Misha pushed his knees apart and placed his ankles in the hog straps. A cold steel bar held him in place as Misha spread his ass cheeks wide. He grabbed the camera from the tripod and zoomed in. Bending down, he buried his face in his ass and began rimming him. His tongue darted in slightly as he buried further. With his free hand, he pulled the cheeks even wider, angled the camera and keeping it zoomed in, circled around the anus, brushing his tongue up, across and around it. Gathering a glob of spit in his mouth, Misha pursed his lips and slowly spat onto the twitching anus. Sam tried to clench his cheeks together, but it was hopeless. Misha bit down hard on the buttock leaving teeth marks on it before spreading the spit around slightly and inserting his finger. Sam gasped as he pushed his finger in and out, inserting an extra digit each time. When all four fingers were deep inside him, Misha twisted his fingers, stroked one hand along Sam's back and knelt up.
As Misha twisted his fingers back out, Crowley walked forward, smiled and said, "Lovely." He stood there his dick in hand the other replacing Misha's fingers inside Sam. Misha stood up and focused the camera as Crowley began fisting him. Sam's eyes widened at the new girth and depth as his ass accommodated the hand. A muffled scream could be heard as Sam strained against the ductape. Crowley laughed as he twisted in and out of him. Letting go of his dick he pulled his hand back and slammed it down hard on Sam's ass causing it to throb painfully as he wriggled about. Pleased with what he was seeing Misha turned and headed towards Dean.
The camera panned out slightly to take in both Dean and Castiel. Misha tugged on Castiel's hair and forcing his head around. Lowering his head, he licked his lips, parted them slightly and breathed into his mouth. The cool air mingled with the passionate heat of Castiel's, sending him wild with desire. Rocking himself harder in Dean's lap, he forced Dean down. Misha took hold of Dean's hands and using the ductape tied him to the bed. Castiel, in his frenzy, pummeled into Dean again and again.
Misha swiveled the camera around to look at Sam as Crowley slammed down onto him once more. Then softly, he traced his hand across the red, raw ass before bending forward and kissing it. As Sam lay there with tears in his eyes from the pain, Misha tenderly ran his fingers through his hair, then placing the camera on the tripod again, he refocused the lens and indicated for Crowley to get off. Grudgingly, Crowley stood up, bent over one last time and trailed his tongue across Sam's ass, pulling his cheeks apart and puckering his lips, kissed him on the anus. With one final lick upwards, he straightened up and went to Dean.
Castiel twisted round on Dean's dick, found Crowley's head and pulled him in close, kissing him. Lifting Dean's legs slightly, Crowley entered him. He moaned as he felt the warm pleasure of his dick inside him. Crowley pulled Castiel forward and fervently began kissing him, his hand reaching around his nape for support.
Misha, having refocused the camera, crossed to Sam and tenderly ran his hands over his body, soothing him before kneeling behind him and thrusting his dick inside. Sam gasped as the hot dick filled him completely. As Misha pulled back on his hips, he dug his fingers into Sam's back and began to thrust. Sam's ass throbbed mercilessly as Misha tore into him with wild abandon. Sam struggled against his bindings, but it only made Misha hold on tighter to his hips as he forced himself in deeper and deeper. Sam cried out in silence as the tape stretched across his lips.
Stooping down to the side, Crowley picked up the stake, he had placed at the side of the bed and played with it in his hands. For a few minutes, he watched as Dean came closer and closer to cumming and Sam silently yelled out in pain from being ridden so hard, his ass red raw, his back bearing scratch marks. As Castiel twisted around to face Dean, he came shooting his load in his face. Dean licked around his lips tasting the cum as his breathing quickened, and his body tensed. Crowley withdrew, crossed the bed and leaned in to kiss Misha while grabbing Sam by the balls playing with them in his hand. As he withdrew his tongue from Misha, he looked over at Dean, winked and thrust the stake into Misha's heart. The enchantment broke. Crowley walked around to the camera, placed his hand on it and said "smile." As they came to their senses, Dean's body spasmed, and he shot his load into Castiel. Mortified, Castiel quickly got off Dean. "I'll hold onto this," Crowley said, waving the camera in front of them. Without another word, he gave a small laugh and vanished.
Sam lay there with his ass in the air, legs spread apart as the siren crumbled to dust around him. Castiel untied Dean and Sam and grabbing his clothes, he quickly disappeared. "What happened?" Sam asked as he dressed.
Dean rushed across the room and picked up his clothes. Looking back, he saw Sam wincing as he straightened up and pulled his pants on. "I don't know," Dean lied as the memory ran through his mind. He knew that neither of them had forgotten a thing, but he did not want to admit that he enjoyed every second of it. Fully dressed, he headed out the warehouse and back to the car, hoping that Castiel was hot on Crowley's tail trying to get the camera back. First thing he was going to do was take a long shower, Dean thought, as he got behind the wheel, his trousers stretched at the crotch.
