A/N: Most recent update :D I'm so elated to see the feedback I've gotten for this story! Thank you guys so much! Also, the story will continue to gradually get more into the BDSM style, but Dean knew that Cas was a beginner and new to this, so it's not like he could bring out the flogger and whip right then and there. But I promise all that good stuff IS coming!

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Breathe.

Just breathe.

Castiel repeated the mantra over and over in his mind. He had been calm, elated just moments before, and now his heart was racing like that of a race horses. His hands were bound behind him, his feet and thighs bound as well, all connecting at the back with an intricate knot.

"Just remember, if you need me to stop at any time just let me know." Dean was level with him and speaking calmly. It was obvious that this Dom was not a stranger to rope play, his knots were so well done that not even a tiger could rip through them.

Castiel nodded, his stomach tightening in anticipation and slightly from fear. He had expected to come here, do the deed, and go home to yell at his brother. Yet here he was getting more than what his brother probably paid for. Briefly his eyes drifted over to where his shirt lay, Castiel could have just left, but he stayed despite what his mind had been telling him.

A tug on the ropes caught his attention and his eyes shot straight to the older males. "Since you obviously can't stand I'm going to help you. You'll be uncomfortable for a bit, and no doubt you'll have rope burns." Grinning, Dean picked the smaller one up with ease and placed him on the bed, face down and rear in the air. Kneeling behind him, Dean rested a hand on his back side. "You're so soft. Unlike most men I come into contact with. But soon you'll be soft and red. My favorite." The Dom smirked and reared back his hand; it came down in one strong swoop causing a loud cracking sound to fill the room. Castiel cried out and shut his eyes tight.

"Careful not to tense, only makes it hurt worse, I promise you'll feel better soon." Dean spoke with a kindness that was unfamiliar to himself, typically he was cold to those he worked over. Before landing another smack he rubbed the cheek tenderly and Castiel let out a half whimper half moan. "See, I told you."

"Soon you'll be home." Another smack sounded throughout the room. "Dreaming, eating." Crack! Castiel whimpered and bit into the pillow beneath him. "Living your normal life. But you'll always remember me." The last few words were a growl as he let his hand fly down again. "Because no one else will ever touch you the same way again." Four smacks followed the sentence, then gentle rubbing. Cas, although in pain, was erect again and drooling on the pillow. When had he become so wanton?

The connected rope on at his lower back was tugged and he was upright. Soon green eyes met his blue ones. "You behave well. I'm surprised. I wish I could leave you here and come back later to enjoy you more, but I have other jobs to attend to." Dean cut the ropes loose and Cas rubbed at his wrists where deep red marks had formed. Before he could say anything Dean was almost completely dressed and heading for the door.

Only one though crossed his mind. "When can I see him again?"

Castiel returned to his brother's house walking awkwardly, but he had a certain brightness about him that he had not left home with. "Gabriel!" He yelled out. Slowly his older brother rounded the corner. "Yeah?" A smirk was dancing on his face, and he was ready to run.

"Thanks for a decent birthday." Cas grinned and spun around on his heels leaving quietly. Gabriel sat there stunned. "Brother wait!" Yet Castiel was already out the door.

Instead of taking a taxi, the male walked his way home. He had an apartment in the city. It was nice, small, but nice. It did what he needed it to. Castiel had not bothered with putting his coat back on, the cold air felt nice against the red marks on his wrists and arms where the rope had cut into him. Although he got a few odd glances here and there, Cas was on such a high cloud that he couldn't be bothered with the people.

Upon returning home he sighed at warmth of the apartment. His roommate sat on the couch with a rather large bag of potato chips. "Meg…all that is gonna go straight to your hips you know." He grinned and walked into the kitchen. "Yeah yeah." Meg spoke without looking away from the TV. Cas grabbed a bottle of water and went to sit next to his friend. "What'd you do today birthday boy? You've been gone all day, it's almost dark out." Meg looked over at him. "Ah…just went and spent some time with Gabriel, met a few of his friends. Boring stuff." A small smirk played over his lips and he took a sip of his water.

Meg looked at his arms and her eyes went wide. "Jesus what did they do?! Kidnap you or some shit? You're brother is twisted you know that right?" She spoke with alarm. Castiel couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. "Yeah I know."

"Well even though you look like a kidnapping victim, do you wanna go out tomorrow night? The club has a special, ladies get in free. So we'll get in free." Meg winked at him and Cas laughed harder. "Sure Meg. Sounds like a blast."

Dean busted into his penthouse flat and tugged off his jacket. It was quiet as usual in the building. Everything tidy and in its place. Stretching he fell onto his sofa with a huff. Images were running through his mind of the day. Castiel had looked so nice tied up like that, and to think he was a beginner! All Dean had wanted to do was take him home and continue on through the night, but that wasn't how his job worked. It was strictly business.

Flipping on the TV he watched the news quietly before it got dark out. On the way to his bedroom he stripped off his clothes and climbed beneath the covers. Tomorrow night he had to go out and relieve some stress. Club Dyrangia would be perfect for that.