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Dean flinched when John slammed his hand on the table next to him. “How the hell could you let this happen?!”
“John, honey,” Mary tried to calm her furious husband.
“Don’t you honey me,” John said, turning on her. “How are you not angry about this?!”
“I’m just as upset as you are,” Mary insisted, standing firm. “But yelling about it won’t make the problem go away.”
John let out an exasperated growl and threw his hands up in the air. “You know what we have to do now, right?”
Dean’s eyes shot wide. “Wait dad, no! I… we… can’t we get rid of it?”
John spun around and glared at him. “Are you insane? Do you know in how much hot water you’d get into for getting an abortion? You know damn well that’s illegal. You’re in enough trouble as it is.”
“But then… you’re really gonna report me?” Dean asked, giving his dad a pleading look.
“You know we have to, son,” John said.
“Mom?!” Dean asked, his voice breaking.
“Honey, I’m sorry, but it’s the law,” Mary said. “You know that. However, we won’t force you to go off to one of those breeding kennels. You and Castiel can remain here with us. We’ll just have to register to get a breeding license for you.”
A breeding license. The sound of that made Dean’s body shudder. Partly out of revulsion, but he couldn’t deny that a part of him was also somewhat aroused as well.
“Go to your room, son,” John said. “We’re going to explain everything to Castiel. First thing tomorrow, we’re taking you both down to the courthouse.”
Sighing with resignation, Dean nodded. “Yes, sir.”
As Dean walked down the hallway to his room, he could hear his parents call for their alpha pet, who had been raking leaves in the backyard. Fuck. Why couldn’t the stupid beast have pulled out when I asked him to? Dean thought angrily as his hand rubbed his slightly protruding belly.
Sam was waiting in Dean’s room. “So, what’d they say?”
Dean threw himself onto the bed and groaned. “They’re taking us down to the courthouse tomorrow.”
“What? They’re really going to do that to you?” Sam asked. “Oh, man, I’m so sorry.”
“You should be,” Dean snarled. “If you hadn’t started letting Castiel fuck you whenever he damn well pleased, this might not have happened. At least you could have stopped him when he decided he wanted to mount me that day.”
Sam hung his head. “Yeah, I know. I’m really sorry. It was just so hot, seeing him take you like that,” Sam admitted. “But you’re right. I should have stopped him from knotting you.”
“You let him do it twice!” Dean reminded Sam. “You even helped him that second time. Fuck! I don’t get it. Why was I the one that ended up pregnant? You were letting him mount you for weeks before I even knew what was going on.”
Sam sat down next to him. “I dunno. Maybe you’re both more compatible or something?”
“Great, just great. My life is effectively over, all because you got our alpha pet so horny, he couldn’t control himself,” Dean groused. “Once I’m bitched, you’re not getting his dick again. You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” Sam said. “It was too good to last, but it was so damn good. I guess it’s the least I can suffer from all this.”
Dean sat up and punched Sam in the arm. “Oh, I’ll make sure you suffer, baby brother. You can count on it.”
***
The next morning, Dean reluctantly got into the back seat of the family car next to Castiel. The pet smiled at him. “Dean! Mate!”
“Oh great, I guess mom and dad really explained everything to you,” Dean said. “Yeah, you’re going to get to claim me today, whether I want you to or not.”
Castiel frowned at that. “No want?”
“Sorry, buddy,” Dean said. “But no, I don’t want this.”
The pet reached out his hand and placed it gently on Dean’s belly. “Mine.”
“Yeah, that’s your pup,” Dean acknowledged. “You knocked me up good.”
That made Castiel smile brightly again. “Good! Castiel good boy.”
Dean chuckled.
“Alright, that’s enough from you two,” John grumbled. “We’ll be there in a few minutes, and I’d like to drive in peace.”
When they arrived, John parked in front of the courthouse in the section designated for pet related issues. Dean winced internally when he saw the signs. Designated parking for bitching registrations. As they climbed out of the car, they saw another family leading their newly bitched child and their happy-looking alpha back to their car. The new bitch was shirtless, only wearing the loose-fitting pants allowed for bitches, and a permanent metal collar around their neck.
John and Mary led them all inside toward the Bitch Registration and Breeding License Department. They took a number and waited their turn. Glancing around the room, Dean saw several other families, all with overly happy looking alphas. I wonder how many of them are going to wind up at breeding facilities?
When their number was called, a guard escorted them into a private room. A dour-looking older woman sat there and looked them over, staring a moment longer at Dean and his obviously pregnant belly. “You will have to pay a fine for failing to report this incident immediately,” she stated, even before they could all sit down.
“We only found out last night,” John argued. “Dean has been eating a lot more, and we chalked up his weight gain to his unwillingness to exercise until it became too obvious it was more than that.”
“The law states that an impregnation must be reported within the first six weeks,” she informed them. “Was this forced or consensual?”
It was kind of both, Dean thought to himself, but knew he couldn’t admit that in court. They immediately euthanized alphas accused of rape, and Dean didn’t want that to happen to Castiel.
After a pointed look from John, Dean replied. “Consensual, ma’am.”
She gave him a judgmental frown before making a note on the form she was filling out. Turning back to his parents, she continued. “Will you be remanding the alpha and his bitch into state custody, or are you applying for a breeding license?”
His bitch. That’s all Dean would be from now on. An alpha’s bitch. To be fucked and bred. He should be more upset over all this, but the idea kept making his dick twitch. Fuck, I might as well just go with it, Dean thought to himself. It’s not like I have much of a choice.
“We’re applying for a license,” Mary replied.
After several more questions, the woman pressed a button on her desk and two uniformed men entered the room. “We will take your alpha and bitch to processing. The claiming is scheduled for 1pm,” she explained. “That should give you enough time to complete your licensing paperwork.”
The guards led Dean and Castiel through another doorway and then went in opposite directions, separating them. Dean could hear Castiel whine as he was dragged away from him. He didn’t know what they would do to Castiel, but Dean knew they were going to implant a chip and fit him with a permanent collar. What he didn’t know was he was also in for a medical exam, until the guard led him into a room with a medical table with stirrups.
“Take off your clothes, bitch,” the uniformed man instructed.
“Can I have—”
The man slapped him across the face, hard. “Bitches don’t speak. They only obey. Take off your clothes.”
His cheek throbbed hot and painful, but Dean did his best to blink back the tears that threatened to fall as he scrambled to obey. The guard grabbed all the clothing and threw them into a chute marked disposal.
“You’ll get something to wear when you’re done,” the man explained. “For now, you’ll remain naked. Get on the bed.”
Climbing onto the medical bed, Dean sat down. “I’ll be right outside, so don’t try to run. The next available technician will be here shortly to process you.”
After the man left, Dean sat there, still in shock after being hit. It was harder to hold back the emotions as they rose to the surface. Looking up, he saw a conveniently positioned poster: How to Be a Happy Bitch.
It gave a list of things, including good bitches don’t speak and good bitches are always ready to be mounted. Once again, Dean rolled his eyes. Man, I’m glad mom and dad are getting the license and letting me stay home.
The next time the door opened, a young woman wearing teal scrubs entered the room. She looked at him for a moment and shrugged. “Damn, it’s a shame you got bitched. You’re a looker. Now lie back and put your feet up into the stirrups for me.”
Dean was about to say something when she gave him a pointed look. “No speaking. If you aren’t completely obedient during your processing, they will punish you before your claiming. Trust me, you don’t want that. The guys who do it are all sadistic assholes.”
Clamping his mouth shut, Dean lay back as instructed. Great, just great.
“That’s a good boy. Now get those feet up here and scoot your tushy to the edge for me, please,” she said, far too chipper than she had a right to be. “I looked over your paperwork and you got really lucky today. Your parents opted to cage you instead of castration or full nullification. We nullify most bitches, especially if they’re surrendered to the state.”
Dean’s head shot up at that and he almost said something. They do what now? He watched as the technician went to one cabinet and pulled out some equipment, including a small-looking cock cage. Looking between it and his own flaccid penis, he couldn’t believe what was going to happen. I can’t fit inside that thing!
The next thing the technician pulled out was an ice pack from a small freezer. “This is going to be uncomfortable, but I need to shrink you down a bit before the cage goes on.”
When the ice pack touched his cock, Dean cried out. “Ahh! That fuckin’ hurts!”
The technician gave him a look of disappointment. “You were doing so good,” she said. “That’s one strike for discipline. Now, don’t make me restrain you.”
She never removed the ice pack and Dean did his best to keep still, but he couldn’t help the whine that slowly built in the back of his throat. The chill of the ice pack stung at first, but the pain built in intensity as she held the pack firmly against his cock and balls. By the time she finally lifted it away, Dean was openly weeping from the pain.
“There, that’s better,” she said. “Bitches don’t need dicks, especially not big ones. This cage should help keep yours under control.”
The cage almost felt warm as she slipped it on, compared to the ice pack. It had a large ring that locked around his balls, which she snapped shut with a ring of finality. “This cage is permanent,” she said. “It will allow you to urinate, and they will give your parents pamphlets that explain how to keep yourself and the cage clean.”
Permanent? Fuck. I didn’t know things were this bad for… for… people like me. Dean couldn’t bring himself to even think the word bitch.
“Next is your collar,” the technician said as she picked up the metal circle from the counter. “This also locks on you permanently. From now on, everyone will know that you let an alpha knock you up. Come, sit up so I can fit it on you.”
Dean obeyed, the heavy weight of the cage feeling odd between his legs as he repositioned himself on the bed. The technician slid the collar around his neck and snapped it in place. “Alright, we’re almost done. I will microchip you, give you a brief rectal exam, and then you’re off to get a full enema treatment before your claiming. Lie back down, please.”
Groaning, Dean complied, letting the technician place his legs back into the stirrups and scoot his butt to the edge of the bed. She then picked up the microchip gun and inserted it into his outer left thigh, crying out at the sharp pain as she inserted the needle deep into the muscle. Dean remembered seeing the small scar on Castiel’s thigh where they’d micro-chipped him.
The technician picked up another metal instrument and a bottle of lubrication and sat down on a small stool, rolling herself between Dean’s legs. “This is going to be cold, but I need to get you lubed up a bit before I put the speculum in.”
She squirted a generous amount onto one of her gloved hands, before shoving a lubed finger roughly into his ass, making Dean grunt with surprise. “Oh, please,” she mocked. “It’s not like you haven’t had something much larger shoved up here, repeatedly.”
That was true, but somehow it had felt a lot better when Castiel had done it. It certainly was a lot warmer than the cold implement she was now shoving unceremoniously into him. “Relax,” she admonished. “How are you still so tight after taking an alpha’s knot?”
Taking a deep breath through his nose, Dean tried to will himself to relax and let the damn thing slide into him. He just wanted to get this day over with as soon as possible. Once it was finally inside of him, she cranked it open, forcing his anus wide. She cranked it too fast, and the stretch sent shooting pain up his spine. Once again, he cried out.
“Goodness, you’re such a big baby,” she admonished. “I can see why you wound up in this predicament.”
Once the speculum was wide enough, she took a small flashlight and inspected the inside of his rectum. “Everything looks pretty healthy,” she said, mostly to herself. “I’m going to perform a pap smear on your cervix while I have you all nice and open, just to make sure everything is normal. Once you’ve been processed and claimed, we will expect your parents to take you to a vet to check on the health of the pup you’re carrying.”
After she was done, the uniformed officer escorted Dean to another room. This one had a bench positioned over a drain. He was gruffly told to kneel before the man restrained him to the bench. “This one’s a bit of a trouble-maker,” the officer said to the middle-aged man in scrubs attending the room.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure I can handle him,” the man reassured the officer. “Now then, let’s get started, shall we?”
“Why do you need to do this?” Dean asked, forgetting that he shouldn’t speak. “I thought our biology took care of things back there?”
“I shouldn’t be allowing you to speak, but it’s clear you haven’t been trained yet,” the man replied as he roughly slid something cold and metallic into Dean’s hole. “In the past, when someone was bitched, they were rinsed out to make sure only the claiming alpha’s seed was present during the claiming.”
“What’s the other reason?” Dean asked with a grunt, as his bowels filled with cold water. “Damn, why’s it got to be so cold?”
“Oh, that’s part of the other reason,” the man said darkly. “It’s also meant as a punishment for allowing a pet to mount and breed you. Although, from what I see in your chart, you’re also in for a sound strapping after being difficult with the last technician. You’re getting another mark from me for speaking, by the way.”
Dean groaned. He’d forgotten about that already. Great, I’m going to get publicly claimed with a cherry red ass.
Soon, the reason they used an enema as a punishment became clear as Dean’s guts cramped painfully. He cried out as his belly continued to be filled with cold water. That’s when he began to worry about his pup. I shouldn’t speak, but damn it, I gotta know. “Hey, this won’t hurt the pup, will it?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“That’s another strike,” the man said before answering his question. “No, this enema is formulated to only cause you discomfort without harming the pup.”
Great, just great.
When Dean thought he couldn’t take anymore, the flow finally stopped, and the man came to remove the nozzle from his hole, before replacing it with a large plug. “There, now you’re going to remain like this for the next hour. Do not piss on my floor in the meantime, or I will give you another strike.”
Dean whimpered in pain but settled onto the bench to wait out the hour. Time dragged by slowly, and Dean counted the tick tocks of the clock to distract himself and pass the time. He was nearing three thousand when the man was behind him again. “Alright, it’s time to flush you out,” he said, pulling the plug out painfully. “Let it out, and then I’ll give you a couple of rinses to make sure you’re completely clean.”
The heat of humiliation flared over his face as he released his bowels, wet and messy. His abdomen deflated slowly as he tried to push it all out as quick as he could, the cramps abating once the pressure was gone.
Once the flow out of his hole stopped, the man shoved something into his hole and filled him up again, making Dean repeat the process twice without waiting an hour in between. Then the man hosed him off with icy water and toweled him dry. “Now you’re all ready for your claiming. Be a good bitch for your alpha.”
The guard returned and released him from the restraints. As Dean stood, he realized his hole still felt like it was leaking, although it didn’t feel like water this time. “Wha—?" he began to say before clamping his mouth shut.
The technician gave him a lecherous grin. “You’re feeling your slick leaking out of your hole, aren’t you? That’s the other purpose of this little session. The formula we use increases your slick production. Once claimed, your alpha will most likely want to mount you repeatedly. This will make the process easier for both of you.”
Lovely, Dean thought as he nodded in understanding before the guard led him away. “I’m taking you to the discipline chamber. You received three strikes from the technicians, so you are due fifteen from a leather strap as punishment, five for each strike.”
After being led down a maze of corridors, the guard led Dean into a room with a literal stockade in the center. The officer opened it up and motioned for Dean to place his head and wrists into the slots before locking him into the contraption. Then the guard adjusted the height, so Dean was bent over at an angle which presented his ass. Finally, the man spread Dean’s legs and cuffed his ankles to the floor.
The reality of what was about to happen settled over him and his normal cocky bravado melted away. He’d taken licks from his dad’s belt plenty of times, but he was afraid this was going to hurt much worse.
The man who entered the room wielding the thick leather strap was tall and muscular. Oh fuck, this really is going to hurt.
“Bitch, you earned yourself fifteen from my strap,” the man said, looking at him smugly. “Would you like a gag to help you keep quiet? For every word you say, you’ll get another five added to your punishment. Just nod or shake your head.”
Dean took a deep breath and nodded his head. I’m not taking my chances. These guys aren’t playing around.
He shoved a bit between Dean’s teeth and secured it behind his head. “You may make as much noise as you want,” the man said before leaving Dean’s field of vision and walking behind him.
The first blow landed right over his sensitive sit spot, in the crease where ass cheeks met thighs. The man aimed for that spot with sadistic precision, pausing only long enough between blows for the heat to build. Dean screamed with each blow. It was good that he’d let the man gag him because he begged and pleaded for it to stop.
When the last blow landed, the man behind him shifted and gave his ass a couple of extra swats with his hand. “You took that well, bitch. You’re not a stranger to punishment, are you?”
Shaking his head, Dean worked his jaw after the man removed the bit and took a rough cloth to wipe the tears and snot from his face. “There, gotta make sure you look pretty for your alpha, don’t we?”
Dean rolled his eyes as the guard returned and released him from the stocks and led him to meet his fate, claimed by his family pet and doomed to spend the rest of his youth being bred like a dog. Admittedly, he hadn’t figured out yet what he’d wanted to do with his life and getting used like a sex toy was hardly the worst fate imaginable. Still, it was all out of his control now. Damn society and its damn laws.
The guard led Dean into a small courtroom and led him toward a breeding stand that sat before the judge’s bench. The officer guided him onto the sturdy wooden frame, bending him over to present his ass up for the claiming before the man once again restrained and gagged him. “Sit tight, bitch. Your alpha will be here shortly.”
The guard left him alone to contemplate what came next. His ass was still throbbing, and the slick was leaking out of his hole and running down his thighs. With the bit gag in his mouth, he also had drool running down his chin. Man, I’m such a mess right now.
Once Castiel claimed him, he would forever be the alpha’s bitch, and society treated bitches even worse than alphas. It was their punishment for engaging in what their society viewed as bestiality, to be lowered to a level below a pet. From now on, his life would center around being bred and satisfying Castiel’s sexual urges. Dean was paying the consequences of the urges that his brother had awakened.
Dean couldn’t deny that the day he and Sam took Castiel out for a long walk, or at least that’s what they’d told their parents, and Castiel had manhandled and mounted him for the first time, it was the hottest damn thing he’d ever experienced. Thinking about it made him gush even more slick from his hole. Fuck, okay, maybe I was born to be an alpha’s bitch. I just wish they’d hurry and get this over with so we can go home already.
Finally, a door behind Dean opened, and he heard people shuffling in. He was too well restrained to look and see who it was, but he guessed it was his parents. From his position, all he could see was the judge’s bench. A moment later, the judge entered. He was a portly, older man with a sneer on his face.
The same man who had been escorting him stood by the bench. “All rise!” he declared. “The Court of Bitch Claimings is now in session. The Honorable Judge Gillespie presiding!”
Sitting down, the judge frowned down his nose at Dean before banging his gavel. “You may be seated.”
There was more shuffling as everyone behind him sat down before the judge glared at him again. “What a pity. It’s always a shame to see someone so young and full of promise be bitched, but it’s out of my hands now. Bring out the alpha.”
The guard disappeared and returned with a very naked Castiel, who looked eager to mount him. When he saw Dean, he smiled brightly. “Dean!”
“The bitch formerly known as Dean Winchester will now be mounted and claimed by the alpha Castiel,” the judge pronounced. “Henceforth, he will only be known as the Winchester Bitch, mate to the alpha Castiel. The bitch will be expected to produce one litter of pups annually for as long as he remains fertile. All alpha pups must be remanded into the care of the state, while beta pups may be kept or sold at the Winchester family’s discretion.”
The gavel banged at the end of the pronouncement before the judge turned to an eager looking Castiel, who was being held back by the guard. “Alpha Castiel,” the judge said, getting the pet’s attention. “You may now mount your bitch and claim him.”
“My bitch?” Castiel asked before a look of understanding came over his face as the guard led him around behind Dean. “Yes. Dean is bitch. My bitch. Claim my bitch!”
Clearly Castiel was completely on board with the proceedings, wasting no time grasping Dean’s hips and spearing his cock deep into Dean’s hole in a single thrust. Dean would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good, especially with his hole as stretched and slicked as it was. Castiel seemed to know the exact right angle to fuck into his hole that had Dean’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull.
Dean’s cock strained in its tiny cage, valiantly trying to harden as Castiel kept pounding him in a hard, fast fuck, chanting “Mine, mine, mine. My bitch. Mine.”
It was humiliating, but he couldn’t stop the moans of pleasure that kept escaping deep in his throat, while his former pet took his pleasure from Dean. It didn’t take long for Castiel’s knot to pop and start to catch on the rim of Dean’s hole. When Dean had seen how aroused Castiel was, he suspected they had also prepped the pet to ensure the claiming was fast and efficient.
Another few shoves and Castiel’s knot locked into place and the pet leaned forward and growled. “Claim my bitch,” he said before sinking his teeth deep into Dean’s shoulder, permanently marking him as a bitch. While Castiel’s knot kept pumping him full, with load after copious load, the pet held fast, the pain in Dean’s shoulder excruciating.
Hanging his head, Dean felt fresh tears slide down his face. He was now just a bitch to be fucked and bred by an alpha pet. He couldn’t even properly enjoy being mounted with that damned cage they locked him in.
“I hereby declare that the bitch formerly known as Dean Winchester has now been legally bitched and claimed by the alpha Castiel,” Judge Gillespie proclaimed. “Once you’re no longer tied, you will be taken back to get cleaned up and returned to the custody of your owners, John and Mary Winchester.”
A shudder ran through Dean as he realized that his parents were now considered his owners. He was now legally lower than a pet in the eyes of society, and mere property that his parents could one day sell if they so choose. Man, I hope mom and dad never want to sell me.
Castiel eventually unlocked his jaw and began to clean the wound with his tongue, before nuzzling his neck. By now Dean was openly sobbing and Castiel pet his hair gently. “Don’t cry, bitch. You’re good bitch for Castiel. Make Castiel happy.”
Dean wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry at that, but he leaned his head against Castiel’s as they waited out the pet’s knot. Usually, Castiel liked to go at least twice, but as soon as his cock slipped free, the guard escorted him away. “This way, lover boy,” the man said. “You can mount your bitch again when you get home.”
Another guard came over and undid all the restraints, letting Dean stand on wobbly legs, a mess of slick and semen sliding down his thighs as he stood. “Come on, bitch, let's get you cleaned up.”
They gave Dean a chance to shower before disinfecting and bandaging the claiming bite on his shoulder. Then they gave him a clean pair of loose-fitting pants and they brought him back out to his parents, where Castiel was already waiting. He gave Dean a happy, lopsided grin when he saw Dean again.
“Alright, let’s go home,” John said, leading them out to the car. “Castiel, do not mount your bitch in the car, do you understand? Wait until we get home.”
Castiel gave a grunt of understanding.
“Good boy,” Mary praised, making Castiel give a happy yip.
While Dad drove them home, his parents explained what changes he could expect. “While you were being prepped for your claiming, they required us to watch a video and take a pop quiz to make sure we understood the law on owning a breeding bitch,” dad explained. “You better listen up, because they will visit our home and make sure we’re in compliance.”
Oh great, what now? Dean thought to himself as he tried not to fiddle with the bandage on his shoulder.
“We’re very sorry, dear,” mom continued. “You’re not allowed up on the furniture anymore. We’re going to have to rearrange your room as well. It’s going to become the breeding and nesting space for you and your alpha. We already went online and ordered all the required pet furnishings you’re allowed to have.”
“Aw, man, really?!” Dean complained.
Mary turned in her seat and slapped Dean across the face. “No talking! Bad bitch!”
Dean stared at his mom like she was possessed. He wanted to say something else, but the look in her eyes was enough to get him to clamp his mouth closed. Instead, he slumped back into his seat and pouted.
“I’m sorry,” Mary said. “They were very clear about one thing. If they come for an unannounced inspection and find that you aren’t behaving, they will take you away and put you in one of those awful breeding farms instead. It’s bad enough you had to be bitched, but I will not lose you to one of those places. Is that understood?”
Looking up at his mom, he saw the deep well of emotions threatening to crest in her eyes. He nodded curtly. Yeah, I don’t want to get dragged off to someplace like that either.