“Come here, Gabriel.” Sam sat slouched in his armchair, his legs spread wide and his cock lying against his muscled stomach; Gabriel complied, crawling on all fours as Sam liked him to do and laying his head on the inside of Sam’s thigh. “That’s the way…”
“Mm, so what’s it gonna be, big boy?” Gabriel grinned and stroked his ballsack, careful not to do too much at once, for Sam did love to tell him what to do.
“Do whatever you want. I trust you to, ah…make it worth my while.” Gabriel nodded and rose up, positioning himself between Sam’s legs and slowly, painfully so, took the head of his cock into his mouth. The angel laved it with his tongue, again and again, but no more, and Sam squirmed in delight, arching his hips to press more of his cock into his mouth—Gabriel was not about to have it.
“Now, Sam, don’t break your word.” Gabriel grinned mischievously and continued to lap at Sam’s head, relishing the clenching of his fingers on the arms of his chair, and the loud groans that came from deep inside him.
“Come on, Gabriel…please…” Sam begged, moaning as loudly as he could muster and Gabe shook his head, stroking the length of Sam’s cock with the tip of his finger as he had been for the past five, ten, fifteen minutes? Sam had lost all concept of time; all he could feel were Gabriel’s hands, his teeth, his tongue, teasing every part of him in ways that he could have never imagined possible—ah god, now he was fisting his cock again, and Sam hoped, prayed that he’d let him find release. The friction of Gabriel’s hand was like electricity on his skin, each touch was multiplied what seemed like 1000x normal, and he couldn’t hold still, not even with his hands tied above him on the bedstead.
“Alright, Sam. You’ve been so patient, I can’t help but give you what you want.” Gabriel had prepared himself before this little game had even started, and with a quick squirt of lube onto Sam’s swollen cock he slid around him, and Sam had to fight the urge to come right then. Gabriel smirked open-mouthed and leaned forward to stroke Sam’s hair. “Now…how long you think you can last like this?”
Gabriel hadn’t expected Sam to hoist him up in his arms and shove him against the wall, but he wasn’t about to complain; his height had been an advantage in a number of situations, and this one was no different. Sam could thrust into Gabriel at the perfect angle, without having to strain his muscles, and of course, he could still reach his neck and mouth with his tongue. “Damn, kiddo, you—you sure know what you’re doing…” Sam grinned and bounced Gabriel faster onto his cock, and the angel gripped his shoulders, moaning loudly behind his pursed lips.
“What’d you call me?” Gabriel smirked, his breath ragged.
“K-kiddo. Gonna d-do something about—aahh!” Sam picked up the pace, pressing Gabriel flush against the wall and nipping at the reddening blotches at his collarbone.
“…Say it again.”
Gabriel clawed at Sam’s chest desperately, pulling his body flush against his own, but it was not enough; he needed Sam in him, around him, and he needed it now. Sam was more than happy to oblige, of course, when the angel crawled into his room, panting and peeling his clothes off, and now he had his thighs around his waist, pumping into him as Gabriel continued to scratch and nip at Sam’s skin. “Need you…ungh, faster…” and Sam did not disappoint, burying himself deeper inside of Gabriel and thrusting faster, at a pace that he suspected he’d regret the next day. But Gabriel couldn’t get enough, his hungry body shaking with wanton pleasure; even after he came, spurting his sticky release onto their stomachs, it was not enough, and he was already roving Sam’s body again, climbing atop him and nuzzling into his neck. “You know that saying about the kitchen, Sammy?” The hunter grinned, his energy nearly spent, as Gabriel’s lips wrapped around his cock.
Last week it was a smoky downtown bar, this week it was a backwoods lodge; no matter what setting Gabriel chose, he always made the most of it. They had barely set foot in the rustic cabin before Gabriel began to shuck off his clothing—“Feel like roughing it?”—and knelt down on the smooth hardwood floor. Sam’s eyes were drawn to him almost like a magnet…and it wasn’t helping that Gabriel was stroking himself in the most irreverent manner. “Come on, Sammy. Let’s break this place in.” Sam smirked and took off his belt, taking a quick glance out the window at the marvelous woodland view before his eyes snapped shut, Gabriel’s tongue lazily laving the base of his cock, the soft flesh of his balls. “You’ll have time to enjoy that view later, Sam. Why not focus on this one?” He smirked and took Sam’s head into his mouth, suckling on the salty precome there and making Sam’s knees nearly buckle; God, he knew exactly where to go…no matter where he was.
Sam’s chest, flush against Gabriel’s, hitched when the angel’s hand wrapped around his cock, a mischievous smile plastered across his face. “I’ve got a surprise for you, Sam. I think you’re gonna get a real kick out of this.” With that, Sam felt another pair of hands, identical to the ones teasing and fondling his cock, wind themselves around him and pinch his nipples from behind.
“Gabriel, what the hell—“ Before he could finish his sentence, Gabriel and…Gabriel crept in front of him, their mouths descending upon his hard cock, occasionally locking lips and making Sam’s desire for them flare even hotter. Taking one of the angels—he couldn’t tell the difference and really didn’t care—by the hips, he hastily lubed up and pressed inside of him; the other Gabriel settled behind Sam and stroked the flesh of his ass as he thrusted deep into his double. It was when his mouth pressed against Sam’s hole that he lost control, jerking out a blissful orgasm as the angel grinned at his twin; they weren’t even close to being finished with him yet.
The sugar on Gabriel’s tongue makes Sam groan, and laugh, turning his head away and saying, “Oh, God, you’re too sweet to stand.”
"Next time we’ll try chili powder instead of the caramel, then," Gabriel says, lowering his head to bite at Sam’s neck and chest; Sam shudders at the implication of what that might do to his skin with prolonged exposure, and Gabriel snickers, his point well made.
Still, now Sam’s mouth is all full of sugar, and he smacks his lips, making a face and trying not to let the sweetness turn his stomach as Gabriel works his way back down to where he left off the licking — just at Sam’s hipbones, following the drizzle downward to where it gets all tangled in curls of hair. Sam groans, hips lifting beneath Gabriel’s mouth, and when his cock slides between Gabriel’s caramel-coated lips a different kind of sweetness rolls through him.
The next time Gabriel’s lips find his, it’s several minutes later, and while the kisses are just as sticky, they’ve got a tang of salt to offset the sweetness that makes the taste of ‘em just right.
At first Sam’s enough for Gabriel — he’s well-endowed, and Gabriel loves the burn and stretch of his cock , trying every angle and position to make it just as deep and hard as he can get. But it’s not enough, after a while, and it’s actually Castiel who suggests bringing Dean in on it. After some wheedling (Castiel can be persuasive when he wants to be), Dean agrees, and from the moment Gabriel fits himself around both their cocks at once, he knows he’s never going back.
Now it’s something the four of them share: Dean and Sam sit interlocked, their legs wrapped around each other’s hips, and Gabriel bounces up and down between them. His hole is stretched beyond imagining, and he’s relentless, driving all three of them into desperate grunts and fevered kisses and touches to soothe the burn of sex so hot it’s scalding. And as for Castiel, he lies and strokes himself, egging them on in that gravelly, sexy voice, adoring the show.
Sam looks beautiful like this.
Not that Gabriel says anything, as he lazily drags Sam’s head farther down on his cock by his hair. Not that he visibly describes to Sam just what he looks like, belly swollen with water, those abs lost a bit from the protrusion because Gabriel likes his Sammy rounded and wiggling - and Sam’s cheeks are flushed from discomfort and arousal, Sam’s cock his thick and heavy and upright between his spread legs. Sam’s on the john, of course, but he knows that he won’t be allowed to cum if the thick plug falls out into the toilet bowl, and so he shifts and whines, breathes in deep around Gabe’s cock and clenches at the air with his hands, unable to touch anything because securing Sam’s hands behind Sam’s back was the first thing Gabe did.
Gabe lets out a sigh and pulls his cock free, stroking it with one hand while the other drags Sam’s head back, bares the line of his throat, the flat line of his chest, the protruding belly, and as he stripes that paunch with his come, he remembers making Sam bend over the edge of the tub, plugging the enema in, listening to Sam whine and wriggle and pant, and Sam’s been so good that Gabe lets go of Sam’s hair and strokes Sam to completion to mix their cum over Sam’s abdomen.
He hasn’t learned the proper respect yet, but Sam knows ways to break the hardest of slaves (just look at Lucifer, gazing at him hungrily, in the corner, desperate for attention), and he expects this one will be no different. Gabriel is a sucker for sweets, Sam has learned, and he begins his conditioning by letting Gabriel have a lick of his chocolate-coated fingertips, but only if he goes to his knees. When Sam reaches between Gabriel’s legs with his other hand and tugs his cock, Gabriel moans and sucks hard on Sam’s fingers, but Sam withdraws them a minute later, making his slave whimper and complain.
"If you want more, you’ll be silent," Sam says, pressing a kiss to his slave’s spine, and Gabriel forces himself to relax — Sam knows his mind is racing now, trying to control the want that’s ripping through his body. But soon Gabriel will learn that submission isn’t necessarily defeat, and when his hole swallows the meat of Sam’s cock and he starts to arch back into the touch, Sam thinks he may just end up a surprisingly quick study.