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It had been many months since the man, Castiel had been his name, had led him down into the small room and asked him one last time if he was sure. When Dean woke up he was no longer strapped in place in front of the fuck machine, but instead stretched out flat on his back on the bed. For a moment he just laid there missing the movement but thankful that his ass was still plugged and locked full. He never wanted to be empty again. As he sat up, the plug shifted slightly and he inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and humming to himself in appreciation. This was a new plug, longer and wider, and as he clenched down on it he relished the sensation. Fullness was the gift Castiel was giving him. The single-minded focus on being stretched and filled and fucked, the knowledge -- the certainty, the conviction -- that these were the only sensations he was meant to feel. Castiel was conditioning Dean into what he was truly meant to be: a warm, wet, perfect, beautiful hole.

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