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Dean was Captain of his high school’s football team and everyone wanted to fuck him or be him, or both. There wasn’t a girl he couldn’t have, there wasn’t a guy that didn’t all but bow down in his presence. He was a complete and utter asshole because he knew all of these things which was off putting when he met Castiel. Castiel had been attending his school for about a week now and he and his friends were having a blast at their attempt to make his life a living hell. The one thing Dean had noticed however, was the way Castiel’s demeanor would completely change when Dean was the one trying to intimidate him. When his friends would pick on Castiel you could see the frustration in his face but he never spoke a word nor retaliated; yet when Dean would be the one in his face trying to intimidate him his body language became more open. Even though a smile never quite touched his lips, Dean could see it in the corners of those intense blue eyes. It was almost as if he enjoyed being heckled by Dean but it was so subtle he had trouble reading the new boy. Obviously over time this was starting really piss Dean off because he wasn’t getting the reaction he usually demanded from his intimidation tactics. Did this guy think he was a fucking joke? Why wasn’t he submitting to him the way everyone else does whenever he decides to show who has the biggest dick in town? No one was going to try and undermine Dean, especially this odd new Castiel fellow. His style was plain compared to his face he looked like he could be a model. Not that Dean ever paid attention to things like that because he was a straight man, a ladies man. No one like him would ever look at another man in a way that showed attraction. Or so he constantly told himself. He wasn’t gay but Castiel has intrigued him, he was the only person Dean has ever met that wasn’t intimidated by him and it got under his skin, but at the same time it was a huge turn on. Who did Castiel think he was? How dare he not bow down and submit. Dean was always the alpha, except at home. His father was an abusive drunk who lived to condescend Dean and constantly make him feel like less of a man. This was why Dean always had to prove himself to others, no one else was going to let him feel that way about himself. The phrase “daddy issues” didn’t even begin to cover Dean’s projection of emotion.
Monday was the start of Castiel’s second week at a new school and Gabriel was the only person he really became friends with. It wasn’t so much as they became friends and more of Gabriel was an extrovert that decided to adopt Castiel, the introvert as his new friend. He always talked shit about the jocks at school venting to Castiel how all the girls wanted them and he was jealous and didn’t understand what made them so much better. Castiel would just smile and listen to Gabriel’s antics until quickly he too became a target for their bullshit. He was studying in the library after school and realized he had left a notebook in the art room. The art room was dark but he quickly went in and retrieved his notebook. He turned and there stood Gordon, one of the members of the team.
“Well, well… what do we have here?” Gordon gave him a predatory glare, his arms crossed.
“I just came to get my notebook man, I’m busy and I don’t really have time for this.” Castiel sighed as he knew what bullshit was about to follow. Gordon started to laugh. “Oh you don’t have time for this?” He echoed as he shoved Castiel’s head down on a desk, grabbing the nearest pail of pant and drenching Castiel in bright green paint. Struggling trying to get free he was abruptly hit on the back of the head with the now empty can and was released from Gordon’s tight grip.
“Goddamnit.” He muttered as he heard Gordon exit the room. “Pussy.” He heard him say in the hall as his footsteps became more distant. Castiel could feel the anger and tears well up.
On top of being new he had to deal with shit like this? He was cursing his parents for bringing him to this god forsaken shit hole of a town. Taking a deep breath, he made his way toward the gym with hopes of finding an empty locker room and some clothes to change into just long enough to get him home without having to explain anything to his parents. He could easily say the change of clothes was for gym. He crept up to the locker room and couldn’t hear anything, the team must not have football practice today so he quickly made his way inside. In a locker he found a pair of sweat pants and a shirt that both looked like they would fit. He stripped down quickly and made his way into the shower room and saw a bar of soap hanging on a string under the shower head. Castiel was doing everything he could to shove what just happened out of his head but he was absolutely irate. At first his feelings were hurt but that has quickly turned to rage. Fuck Gordon. Gabriel was right about these guys that’s for sure. He turned the shower on and got it as hot as he could possibly stand before stepping underneath. Steam quickly filled the room and the pressure was unbelievable on his muscles. In that moment he allowed himself to exist only inside the shower, forgetting everything that happened.
Dean decided to stay late and lift weights by himself because things at home weren’t the greatest and he was hoping to stay gone long enough that his dad would just pass out before he returned home. This was always how Dean liked to unwind when tormenting his fellow classmates wasn’t getting the job done. And now his latest victim wasn’t allowing himself to be victimized by Dean so he needed an outlet while coming up with ways to get the proper reaction from Castiel. Once he felt like he had worked out enough stress from his bullshit life he decided to hit the showers. He froze when he walked in and saw the steam and heard the shower running. None of his teammates stayed after so who could be taking a shower right now? He looked down and noticed the paint drenched shirt and noticed the familiar backpack on a bench. It was Castiel. A dark grin fell upon Dean’s face as he realized this would be the moment Castiel would be at his most vulnerable. Naked and alone in the shower. It was time to up the stakes with this boy since his usual tactics weren’t getting the job done. Dean quickly stripped down to skin and felt a rush come over him. One thing that could be said about Dean was that he was not ashamed of his body, but how could he be? He looked like a fucking Greek God. He entered the shower room and saw Castiel in the back corner, water rushing down his body while steam radiated from him. Dean was surprised at how toned Castiel was, he actually had some muscle definition. Why the fuck was Dean paying attention to that though? Castiel was still unaware of his presence until he heard the shower right beside of him turn on. His eyes snapped open and he turned to see Dean standing there glaring at him with a grin as he tried to assert dominance by making Castiel uncomfortable. Of all the shower heads he could use he chose the only one beside of Castiel. Instead of getting a mortified look as he intended, he got a soft smirk from the blue eyed man. Then he turned and continued to shower as if Dean wasn’t there and that was when Dean snapped.
“What the fuck is your problem, guy?” Dean blurted out with a little more emotion than he anticipated.
Castiel stared straight ahead for an oddly long amount of time before turning to answer. “What?”
“What? You’re like a fucking robot!” Dean yelled and it caused Castiel to smile as he was abruptly shoved into the wall.
“Why? Because I’m not feeding into your bullshit?” Castiel asked with a smile as his eyes wandered up and down Dean’s tight body. Dean began landing punches left and right upon Castiel’s face. The man stood there taking hit after hit, blood mixing with water and swirling down his chest. Dean realized Castiel was laughing which confused him even more.
“What the fuck is wrong with you??” Dean demanded as he pulled back trying to understand what was going on.
“You want to fuck me don’t you?” Castiel said more as a statement rather than a question.
“What???” Dean scoffed. “You’re pissed that I won’t submit to you, that you don’t scare me. But don’t you wanna know why you don’t scare me?” Castiel asked as his eyes carelessly examined Dean’s physique. Dean didn’t answer, just stood there breathing heavily anticipating on an answer. Castiel stepped closer and stared Dean directly into his bright green eyes. “Kinda hard to be scared of someone you want to fuck.”
Dean snarled at Castiel and threw one last good punch, landing on the right side of his jaw. Castiel regrouped himself after taking a hit much harder than the ones before as he could taste the blood filling his mouth. He spit blood all over Dean’s wet chest which brought a mortified look from Dean as he looked down at his chest then back up to Castiel.
“Tell me I’m a pussy.” Castiel demanded as he examined the blood he spat onto Dean’s tight chest. Dean can’t even imagine the puzzled look he was giving this man he was so stunned he couldn’t speak momentarily as he realized his dick was rock hard from this encounter.
“What??!” Dean exclaimed as he used his wet hands to help wash away the blood. Castiel gave him a look that said I know you heard me, and he stepped forward.
“I said tell me I’m a pussy.” He gritted his red teeth and softly grabbed Dean’s neck and began running his hand down Dean’s chest about to wrap his hand around the pleading phallus before him. However, just as he got to the navel, Dean slammed him up against the wall. Castiel was expecting another hit but was delighted when his lips were met harshly with Dean’s. It wasn’t an intimate kiss, this kiss was fueled by hate. It wasn’t soft, it was hard and violent. Teeth scraping against each other, teeth catching each other’s lips as they pressed into the kiss as hard as they possibly could. Castiel could cum right then from the pain he was experiencing from the kiss due to the multiple hits he took from Dean. Poor Dean had no idea he was dealing with a masochist. That was what Castiel’s problem was. That was why no matter what Dean did he couldn’t intimidate him; it only made Castiel want him to try harder. Dean broke the kiss and grabbed Castiel by the neck, glaring straight into his eyes.
“You’re a fucking pussy.” Dean echoed as he pushed Castiel against the wall. Castiel bit his lower lip as he examined the wet body before him.
“That’s right. Tell me you’re way too hot for me.” Dean looked puzzled but was honestly so aroused that his body just went with it. He said what Castiel wanted him to say, almost as if someone else had taken over.
“You think you’re good enough for me to fuck? I’m trying to figure out why I should even bother, I mean look at me. Every single person at this school wants to fuck me, but you’re not like them, you’re fueled by my hate and you have a pretty fucking mouth and I’m going to fuck it til you cry.” His tone sinister, his grip around the smaller man’s throat tightened.
“I’m not worthy of someone like you, but that doesn’t keep me from thinking about you fucking me as hard as you can, the sound of your balls slapping against me while you have a finger hooked in the side of my cheek. Telling me how much you hate me and yourself for wanting this.” Castiel glared ominously as he gripped Dean’s hard dick in his hand.
“Get on your knees.” Dean ordered, his hands pushing down on Castiel’s shoulders. Castiel couldn’t stop grinning as he wrapped his hand around the base of Dean’s throbbing cock.
“Make my throat yours.” Castiel grimaced as he began aggressively bobbing his mouth up and down Dean’s member.
This quick movement momentarily stunned Dean and he threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as Castiel showed no signs of letting up. Dean gripped the sides of Castiel’s head, grabbing handfuls of hair and was able to gain control of the movements. He fucked into Castiel’s mouth without abandonment, whimpers escaping his lips as he looked down and saw those bloodshot blue eyes staring up at him under a dominate arched brow, enjoying the gagging sounds that were coming from the other man. Dean’s mind was blown. Girls never let him just wreck their throat the way this man was and he couldn’t stop. Every time he hit the back of Castiel’s throat the sounds would increase, saliva became thicker, the louder they would both moan, and at one point Castiel gripped ahold of Dean’s ass so hard he almost shot his load then and there. They had created a rhythm of abuse and Cas began recklessly jerking himself on the shower floor as Dean exploited his throat. He wasn’t going to lie and say it didn’t hurt because it hurt pretty bad, especially after all the hits he had taken from Dean but it was still so fucking hot to watch Dean use him however he saw fit. Suddenly Castiel was up on his feet and his lips met with Dean’s, teeth scraping just like before. Dean dug his nails into Castiel’s chest and dragged his fingers down his stomach which caused Cas to whimper and harshly grab a handful of Dean’s hair which caused him to smile against Castiel’s lips.
“Fuck me.” Castiel demanded as he shoved Dean far enough away that he could regain enough composure to get the words out.
“What about lube?” Dean asked him breathlessly. “Use your spit.” Castiel said with a dark and sexual look on his face.
He quickly turned Castiel against the wall, pressing his face against the cool shower wall. Castiel could hear Dean working spit up in his mouth and his entrance was suddenly met with a spit soaked finger circling his entrance. “Mmmm.” Castiel moaned as Dean didn’t take a whole lot of time to prep him and a lustful smile brushed his lips. He wasn’t anywhere near fully prepped but the pain and anticipation was killing him and he needed Dean inside of him.
“Fuck me now.” He growled at Dean as he arched his ass toward the other man. Dean wasted no time pulling his digit out of Castiel to replace it with his throbbing dick. Castiel cried out in pain and pleasure as Dean shoved himself into the tight entrance.
“Oh my fucking god, you’re so tight.” Dean whimpered, biting his lip as he continued to thrust harshly into Castiel trying to get himself all the way inside. Castiel was crying out, it felt so good to hurt. It felt so good for Dean to be the one abusing him. From the first time Dean tried to intimidate him he knew he wanted this. He wanted Dean to own him. While the rhythm was kind of slow, Dean’s thrusts were aggressive. Gripping Castiel’s hips Dean began to quicken the rhythm, the sound of skin and moans filling the shower. Castiel cried out as Dean hit his prostate over and over causing him to become a whimpering mess and Dean showed no mercy.
Dean bit his lip and pulled out of Cas quickly and pulled him down to the ground. “Lay on your back.” He demanded as if he wasn’t already physically forcing Castiel into this position. Without any hesitation he shoved his dick all the way back in causing both him them to moan.
“You wanted me to pound you like this the moment you saw me?” Dean asked as he brought Castiel’s legs up to rest on his shoulders.
“Fuck yes!” Castiel wept at the new angle Dean’s dick was pounding his prostate. Dean growled as he continued fucking into the other man as hard as he could. Castiel’s ass was stretching and burning but every time he thought the pain was too much, Dean would slam into that sweet spot, pain and pleasure flooding Castiel’s body with dopamine. Castiel realized they had both been moaning uncontrollably as Dean hammered into him, each thrust more pugnacious than the last.
Castiel’s eyes shot open when he felt Dean’s hand wrap around his begging member and jerked him relentlessly. “Dean! Don’t stop, oh fffff-uck!” Castiel cried out as he blew his load all over himself, Dean continued pumping him quickly, allowing his cum to lube his dick even more. He shook with overstimulation, begging Dean to stop stroking his abused dick but the more Castiel tried to make him stop the harder he pumped. Castiel squirmed underneath Dean, whimpering loudly and that’s all it took to send Dean over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum again!” Castiel wailed in pain and pleasure as they both rode out their orgasms together.
Dean was groaning shamelessly as he thrust into Castiel, smiling at the pain he caused him, knowing how much Castiel loved it.
“You’re mine now.” Dean growled, holding Castiel’s legs firmly against him, nibbling at the sides of his feet, roughly massaging at his thighs.
“What if I don’t wanna be yours.” Castiel had a insubordinate smirk on his face as he tried to control the twitching Dean’s touches were causing. Dean matched it and pulled out of the slightly smaller man, leaning down so their noses were touching. “I didn’t say you had a choice, brat.” He licked Castiel’s full pink lips and this brought a groan from Castiel.
“What will happen if I disobey?” Castiel sucked Dean’s lower lip into his mouth, his tongue softly brushing against it.
“Everything you beg me not to do but ache for inside.” Dean whispered, yanking Castiel off the floor and under the running showerhead. Their lips crashed together once more then Castiel pulled away and stared at Dean in a lustful haze.
“What?” Dean asked biting his lip as he examined Castiel’s face.
“Faggot.” Castiel smiled as he gripped Dean’s ass in his hands, pressing their lips together. Dean giggled and slightly pushed Castiel away from him. “I’m sorry were you in the same shower? You were the one begging me to fuck you in the ass, not the other way around.”
They both smiled darkly at one another. “Yet there was no hesitation on your end either.” Castiel pointed out.
“Well when there’s a sexy man with dark hair and blue eyes covered in blood and bruises begging me to fuck their perfect little ass it’s hard to say no.” Dean grabbed him by the throat and engaged in a deep sloppy kiss.
“Well what if I said we should do this every week?” Castiel’s tone treading lightly.
“Every week? How about everyday? You can just sneak in after the team leaves on practice days. Locker room lovers.” Dean winked.
Castiel was unsure what the hell just happened but he wasn’t going to complain. Being abused and used by the hottest guy in school, no fuck that, the hottest guy he’s ever seen… let the entire football team watch, at this point Castiel didn’t care. All he wanted was to be fucked and exploited by Dean, regardless what the consequences may be.