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"Ian?" Cas woke up disoriented. He blinked in the dim light. "Nick?"
He tried to get up but found lay on an uncomfortable bed and his limbs wouldn't move. Panicking, he yanked on the cuffs that bound his wrists and ankles. "What's happening? Ian? Nick?"
Looking around frantically, he jumped when a door opened and the lights brightened. Cas gasped seeing a naked man coming towards him.
"Ian?" He calmed when he recognized him, yet was confused. "Wh-why are you naked?" He noticed he was naked, too. "Why am I naked? Where's Nick?" Terror shot through him as his face heated up.
"Shut up." Ian slapped him and got up on the bed between his spread legs.
Gasping in disbelief, Cas jerked to get away, but couldn't move. He felt something wet touch his arsehole.
"Stop! Ian, don't! Please, I'm not ready." He jerked his legs. "Ian, we said we'd wait."
"Waitin's over." Ian smirked and thrusted something big into his ass.
Tears filled Cas' eyes as he screamed from the pain and violation. He cried, thrashing against the cuffs.
"Stop." Ian grabbed his jaw and forced him to look him in the eye. "Shut the fuck up. You're scarin' the guests." He nodded to the right.
Cas gasped in shock at the floor to ceiling glass wall separating them from a crowd of onlookers.
"Who are they?" Eyes wide with fear, Cas gripped the slats on the headboard, his knuckles aching, arms trembling.
"Relax, don't worry about them."
Cas gasped again, his eyes snapped to Ian as he moved that horrid thing inside him.
"I don't like that, Ian." His words echoed in the room, mocking him. "It hurts." He was openly crying now.
Ian slapped him again. "Stop whinin'."
Cas bit his lip and held in his cries, shaking with fear. The door opened and Nick walked in.
"Nick, help me!" Cas jerked, trying to reach for him.
Ignoring him, Nick asked, "He ready?"
Cas' breath caught in his throat, eyes going wide. He shook his head. "Stop this, please."
Ian pulled that huge thing out of him and nodded to Nick. "Almost." He squirted lube something liquid on a globular thing and shoved it in Cas who screamed.
"Shut him up." Lucifer leaned out the door and called out, "One minute."
"Nick." Cas gasped as pain lanced through his body. "Ian," he cried loudly, "please stop."
Ian touched his face and said, "Show time."
Nick came over and checked the cuffs around his wrists and ankles.
"Nick. Nick, you have to stop this." Cas shook with impotent terror. Tears slipped from Cas' eyes, tickling his ears. "Nick!" He screamed until a gag was stuffed in his mouth. He shook his head.
"Welcome, gentlemen."
Men came into the room and sat in chairs surrounding the bed. They were all talking but Cas couldn't make out what they were saying. He swung his head from side to side trying to get someone to help him.
"Good evening," Nick said, his body blocking his view. "Tonight we have a beautiful virgin. A sweet boy named Steve." He turned to him with a wicked smirk. "Say hello, Steve."
Cas screamed onto the gag, straining against his bonds. He begged the people with his eyes but they all had the same look of wanton lust. Tears flooded his eyes.
"See? He is eager to give away his ass to the highest bidder. We will start the bidding at $10,000."
Cas jerked his arms and legs, screaming into his gag. The cuffs may be padded, but they were not soft.
"So eager!" Ian laughed, taking bids.
The voices grew louder in a frenzy of words. Nick took bids and collected money as well.
Too soon the place quieted down and Ian said, "The first to take the boy is Nick with a bid of twenty-five thousand."
The crowd angrily shouted, some more vocal than others.
Ian raised his hands. "It's all on the tickets. Y'all knew the rules. As I was sayin', I'm second at twenty-three five. Keith has the next highest at twenty-three. Y'all each get your turn in order of bids, highest to lowest. You've got the choice between coated or bare. See me if you have any specific kinks. I'll see if we can make that happen. Be patient, he'll be cleaned between rounds. I know y'all submitted the required medical reports, but we ain't riskin' it."
The crowd laughed.
"I want him dirty," a nasally voice spoke up.
"Alistair, 'kay." He looked at a paper and said, "Your number six after Azazel. Like I said, see me before you fuck that sweet ass." He gestured to the door. "Y'all can have refreshments in the lounge or stay here."
Few left, but the majority stayed. Cas screamed at them, crying his pleas.
"Let's begin." Nick said, getting on the bed.
Cas screamed and thrashed but nothing he did stopped them. Nick laughed as he cried. His body rocked grotesquely as man after man pounded him. At one point one was on his dick while the other fucked him raw.
The night passed in a blur of pain and humiliation. Cas cried and screamed, sobbed and whimpered. Pain and humiliation dominated his being. An eternity later the last one finished and the room became quiet except for his pained whimpers.
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Cas cried out, weakly fighting, when he felt hands on him. The gag was carefully removed.
"Ian?" Cas rasped, "N'k."
"Shhh, it's over." "It's over."
Cas wept silently after the ordeal. Lucifer and Michael gently uncuffed him and carried him into the next room. They spoke in hushed tones. He felt them gently clean and tend to him. He drifted in and out of consciousness until he woke up resting in a hospital bed in his room with IVs and other wires in him.
He flinched when he heard someone breathing raggedly, shifting occasionally. Cas wanted to know who it was, but couldn't move. He drifted.
He flinched awake and saw Michael come in with some water and a ledger. He blinked and Lucifer was stretching on the other side of the bed.
"How is he?"
Lucifer scrubbed his face, smiling weakly. "Bruises and scratches, mostly superficial. Thirty internal stitches and twelve external. Damn near ruptured his colon. He needed two units of blood. He'll need at least two months for recovery, minimum."
Michael winced at every injury listed. He sat down on the chair next to the bed. He cleared his throat when he saw Cas awake.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Concerned dominated his expression.
"I'm fine." Cas weakly smiled.
Lucifer scoffed. "You're lucky we had enough supplies--"
"You're an excellent doctor. I'll be fine." Cas raised his hand which Lucifer took. He turned to Michael. "What is the final number?"
Michael wiped his eyes looking at the ledger, and said, "We pulled in a little over $170 grand."
Cas smiled again. "Good."
"Should get another million over the next few months."
"See, I do earn the most."
"Damn it, Cas. It doesn't always have to be you." Lucifer his voice cracking.
"No, you're right, but who else can play the panicked virgin?"
"He is the best." Michael agreed grimly. "Damn it."
"Did you get clear prints and images?" Cas swallowed thickly. "Ev-evidence?"
"Yes." Michael stood and helped Cas drink. "Alfie is processing the tickets and Anna has the video running through her program."
"Good." Cas closed his eyes.
"Hannah will be monitoring activities for six months to ensure there are no more activities until charges can be leveled against the participants." Lucifer coughed, he squeezed Cas' hand.
Cas knew everything got to him, despite his cool exterior.
"All but two wore condoms. I, um, will have the samples identified and Ash will add them to the case files and medical reports with his magic." Lucifer tried to laugh, but failed. He clutched Cas' hand. "They will be brought to justice because."
"Yes, thanks to you." Michael took Cas' other hand.
"All of us. We're a team." He smiled up at them.
"It was too damn close. Cas, they were--"
"I know how they were," his voice caught as he squeezed their hands. He closed his eyes, forcing the memories away, and swallowed again. "I'm lucky, I have you two. "I knew you would keep me safe. Beth, Andy, and Max didn't have that luxury."
Michael kissed him on the forehead. "We take a break after this."
Lucifer brushed his hair off his forehead. "Agreed, no more."
"Okay, no more." Cas felt the tension bleed from his body. "Until the next one."
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