Chapter 5: Meant for This

Castiel’s P.O.V

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me. I knew my orgasm was close too, my dick twitched with want, but I refused to give in to this insane desire.

What the hell had gotten into me? Why was I getting turned on by this humiliation? Why…was I starting to like this?

No! It couldn’t be possible!

But before I could fully process what was happening, his lips claimed mine once again, and I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I was spent, physically and emotionally drained from the ordeal I had endured.

"Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "Enough."

But Damien's touch was relentless, his desire burning like a fire that refused to be extinguished.

And then, with a brutality that stole the breath from my lungs, Damien took what he wanted from me once again. I gritted my teeth, trying to push back the rising tide of pain and humiliation.

But Damien paid no heed to my pleas, his hunger driving him onward. And so I endured, my body aching with every thrust, until I thought I could take no more.

His palms came to rest on my hips. Easily, he lifted me so I was on my knees, my ass in the air. My legs were spread wide, leaving me completely exposed to him. “You have an adorable asshole, Castiel,” he chuckled. My skin turned dark as a beet. There was the sound of a wrapper tearing, his hands leaving briefly. I was innocent, yes, but smart enough to know what he was doing.

A second later, I felt something cold against my channel, knowing exactly what it was as he applied the lube. If he had it all along…then why didn’t he use it? He meant to hurt me the first time around, even knowing that it was my first time!

I groaned, gripping the chains and sweating with nerves. I was aware of his other hand, pulling my cheeks apart to give him better access. Thinking about it, this man opening me and sliding in his  hard cock into my asshole, it struck me as oddly erotic.

Am I starting to enjoy this?

As the fat head of his cock started penetrating past my quivering asshole. I heard his heavy groan, and echoed it with my own wavering one. “Yes,” he hissed, “that's wonderful.” It wasn't obvious if he was talking to me, or himself.

Inch by inch, the Mafia boss forced his cock into my ass. Plunging deeper, to the point I was sure I would split in half. I was so full, spread to my limit, and still he kept going. His entire length finally filled me, his body slumping over mine in relief.

The smell of him, musky and wild, his desire to use me so blunt and clear. Part of me wanted to give in, so I allowed it. Damien held my hips, pumping into me slowly. Each thrust was too much, my cock twitching with the tingling sensations. In seconds, he sped up, not seeming to hear my whimpers or gasps.

Filling me so delightfully. My lower belly twitched, every movement seeming to make me more aware of the intrusions. “Well,” I heard him chuckle, “you're taking this better than I imagined.

His thrust was rough and I felt my spine lock in place, a wave of pleasure-pain shooting up my back as I yelped at the intrusion. “Fuck!”

“The sounds you make are beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down and biting the side of my neck. It was a sharp pain, but he pulled away from me, before thrusting inside me once again with more force and the flush of pleasure put me so close to orgasm I sobbed.

The pleasure inside of me was building, I knew I'd topple over the edge when he thrust into me once again. But Damien wasn’t done. He placed his hand between us and gripped my shaft in his rough hands, pumping me.

He's going to break me!

Everything in me, it felt like it was melting. I felt like I was melting. My core, my being, I was just a hot bundle of nerves being filled by a thick cock. Giving in felt amazing, I stopped struggling and let him use me how he wanted.

I had no choice anyway, why was I fighting before? “Your ass is amazing,” I heard him growl. He swelled inside of me, causing me to tremble and croon.

“I'm the first man to fuck it, but you'd never guess, the way you're acting.”

What does he mean? “You're pulling me into you,” he went on, pounding me furiously. “You were meant for this, you were made to be filled with cum, boy. Maybe you just have a greedy asshole.”

I blushed fiercely at his words, but couldn't deny the waves of pleasure rippling down to my cock.

The pleasure was too much, that it even drowned out the pain of the harsh thrusts. His hands pumped me ruthlessly, until I felt scrubbed raw and turned on at the same time.  And finally, he stilled inside of me with one hard thrust, his hot seed filling me to the brim. But I was too far gone to realize that, as I had started to cum while he was still moving inside me.

My seed exploded, coating the Damien hand as I quivered with the powerful rush. My senses were alive, I realized I was staring at the ceiling, not knowing when I had opened my eyes. Gasping, my chest expanding over and over rapidly, I felt him let my cock go. Something moved, I noticed it was his hand. Inches from my face, it dripped with my cum.

“Lick it,” he growled, his voice a hoarse command.

Lord help me, I did. I dragged my tongue over his skin, suckled his fingers, and tasted myself as I licked him clean. Damien wiped his damp palm on my back, as if I was something filthy, but he sure hadn't minded fucking me, not once but twice!

And then, mercifully, it was over. Damien pulled away, his breathing heavy as he regarded me with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain.