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Crowley had always loved dogs - they were loyal, first and foremost. Additionally, all their issues were very simple, if you knew what you were doing. His latest puppy acquisitions were giving him a little trouble though.
He had Castiel on a short leash - beautiful black leather studded collar around his neck, and booties with angel-binding sigils, so that he wouldn’t get into trouble. Still, Castiel was stubborn, trying to pull away during feeding time, and Crowley had a hard time controlling him, with his other hand holding the uncorked vial of angelic grace.
“Puppy!” Castiel wasn’t having it.
“How about this - you take your medicine and I let your stud fuck you, hmm?” Castiel stilled and Crowley smiled, victorious. Carrot always beat stick, when it came to unruly puppies.
“Now hold.” There was no need for Castiel to open wide - Crowley kept him with his mouth pried open with a spider gag. Always ready, lips stretched wide, soft pink tongue drooling everywhere. It suited him. He poured the grace down his throat and Castiel whined. “It’s good for you, puppy.”
When it was over, Crowley fastened Castiel’s doggy mask over his face again. He rarely let his stud mount Castiel’s face - Dean was too rough.
He unclipped the leash.“Go present.” Castiel scrambled into the center of the room, thrusting his ass up, hard cock bobbing with the movement, leaking all over the carpet. Castiel was a very messy puppy - Crowley kept him naked, even though he was always humping the furniture. It was pathetic and therefore adorable.
Dean was currently shut in his crate. That he killed one of Crowley’s lackeys without the use of his hands was very impressive, but unfortunately he had picked one of the more capable ones and as such had to be punished. The crate was large enough to accommodate him, but Crowley leashed him close to the ground, to keep him on his knees. He started growling as Crowley approached, impotent to do anything more. Crowley always kept him muzzled, with a bit in his mouth - putting anything inside was asking to lose it. Dean was foul tempered like that.
“Are you ready to be good?” Dean just continued growling, flashing his eyes black at Crowley. An adorable attempt at intimidation. “Oh?” Crowley purred “You don’t want to fuck your bitch?”
The growls died down. “That’s what I thought.” Crowley latched the crate open and unfastened the leash, leading Dean out.
“Let’s do a few commands first - sit!” Dean glared but Crowley just raised his eyebrows and so Dean sat on his ass like a proper puppy.
“Roll over.” With just the barest hint of dramatics, Dean rolled over back and forth. “On your back, paws up.” Dean finished his roll supine, folding his arms and legs, giving Crowley all the access he could want. He ruffled Dean’s hair, pleased.
“Good boy. Are you ready for your treat?”
Dean huffed and attempted to look disinterested, but Crowley could tell he was excited. He rubbed his naked stomach and then went to unbutton Dean’s jean shorts. He pushed them down a little and grabbed Dean’s half hard cock, massaging it.
“Good boy,” he cooed. “See what happens when you behave?” Dean was glaring at him but thrusting his hips into Crowley’s hand, chasing his pleasure. Crowley smiled - ultimately, he liked spoiling his puppies, it was just that Dean had to make it difficult. He did just enough to get Dean fully hard - after all he promised Dean’s bitch a good fucking.
“Go on, puppy. Get your treat.”
Dean scrambled up and was onto Castiel within seconds, rutting into him fast and hard. Castiel whined underneath and Dean enveloped him, locking his hands around Castiel’s stomach, snuffling his neck, drooling onto Castiel where the bit prevented him from biting. Maybe if Dean showed he could follow commands reliably, Crowley could take the bit off - let Dean bite his bitch a little. Crowley bet he would like that very much - he palmed his own hard cock thinking about it.
Meanwhile, his puppies were mating rough and fast. The sound of Dean’s balls slapping against Castiel’s ass echoed in the otherwise quiet room, accompanied by their yips and yaps. Crowley unzipped his trousers, contemplating where he would finish today. Perhaps he could enjoy his stud’s tight ass? Or use his bitch’s wet, warm mouth? There were so many possibilities.