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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Jared_Padalecki/Julia_Maxwell, Jared
      Padalecki/Mark_Pellegrino
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles, Fredric_Lehne, Mark_Pellegrino, Julia
      Maxwell
  Additional Tags:
      Language, Collars, Indentured_Servant, Mommy!kink, Spanking, Alpha/Omega,
      Bondage, BDSM, Knotting, Underage_-_Freeform, Happy_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-26 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 10419
****** Come Home with Me ******
by Requested
Summary
     When Jared was 14, he became orphaned and was claimed by a brothel to
     make up for some of his parents' debt. On the books, he cleans, cooks
     and serves food. But every once in a while, a client will pay the
     owner a little extra to use Jared.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural. In chapter 2, I did use some
     dialogue from the show from Sam and Lucifer’s conversation in Season
     5 Episode 3 Free to be You and Me. Any other references to any other
     work is purely coincidental, subconscious, or related to the public
     prompt.
     Prompt (Contains Spoilers for Fic):
     http://spnkink-meme.livejournal.com/
     87167.html?thread=33328511#t33328511
     When Jared was 14, he became orphaned and was claimed by a brothel to
     make up for some of his parents' debt. On the books, he cleans and
     cooks and serves food, since it's not legal for him to be an
     entertainer until he's 18, but if any of the patrons take interest
     and pay the owner well enough, they're given time with him. Jared
     fought very hard at first, until he realized that it was going to
     happen either way, so he may as well avoid punishment. He never
     participates, just lays still and waits for them to finish.
     Jared's been there for a while now, and while he's out running
     errands, alpha!Jensen appears out of nowhere and drags Jared off to
     the nearest somewhat secluded area and knots him, calling him "mate"
     and "mine." Jared just brushes it off - it's rare to find a true
     mate, and he's had his share of alphas who were into mateplay, surely
     this guy was just indulging in some fantasy and would leave him alone
     when he was finished. Jared's not sure what to make of it when Jensen
     follows him back to the brothel and talks with the owner, arranging
     for Jared to come home with him.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Far From Home *****
                               Come Home with Me
                           Chapter 1: Far from Home
Jared tugged at his new collar. The hot stuffy air in the back of the basement
made the rough leather collar soaked in sweat. He tried to block out the sounds
of the brothel’s patrons laughing and cheering. Orphaned children were required
by law to either be adopted by a new family or owned by a shop. Families were
charged annually for the type and number of children they had. Otherwise, shops
would pay the fee and the children would work off the fee in the labor they
provided. If they failed to work off the fees, the shop could keep them
afterwards, but this was relatively rare. Even though Jared was technically an
indentured servant to the brothel until the age 18, it was far better than
being an indentured servant to some of the farming and manufacturing plants in
the area. Work in those camps was hard, deadly, and paid lousy. Jared felt
lucky to be an omega. Had he been an alpha, he probably would have ended up
there. Here, all he needed to do for the next four years was cook, clean and
help serve the clients. Jared didn’t know what he was going to do after that –
join the others upstairs? Head down to the other shops in town? Maybe move to
the big city and look for work there?
A boy stopped on the last step at the foot of the stairs and looked over the
empty cots to Jared.
“Break time is over. We could really use your help in the kitchen,” the boy
said. Jared looked up – he thought that the boy’s name was Brendan.
Brendan waved his hand as a sign to follow, so Jared got up and followed him to
the kitchen. He had only been here a couple of weeks, but he knew to keep his
head down and do what he was told. The kitchen was packed with both adults and
children. Everyone was hustling; they knew their exact spot and what to do.
Jared looked at Brendan, lost, but he was too busy washing dishes to help Jared
find something to do.
“You, new kid,” the head chef called out to him, “You can peel the potatoes.”
He pointed to a small stand in the back of the kitchen next to a large tub of
potatoes. Jared carefully picked up a knife sitting next to the tub and started
to peel. Typically, Jared helped with cleaning the private rooms when the
clients and prostitutes had finished using them. But, working in the kitchen
was nice, too, Jared thought. He didn’t really like to see some of the bloody
messes clients left. And the farther away from the clients Jared could get . .
.
“Ouch!” Jared cried. Blood poured out of his cut finger, getting all over the
stand, his peeled potatoes and the untouched starchy vegetables. As Jared
looked for a small towel to stop the bleeding, one of the adult chefs stomped
over.
“You stupid child. Look at this fucking mess. Quit fucking bleeding in my
kitchen and get yourself to the office!” All of the younger kids stopped and
stared at the fiasco. Jared’s cheeks reddened. He snagged a towel from
Brendan’s drying station on the way out of the kitchen to the front office as
he walked by.
                                   o . o . o
The front office was three rooms. The first room was Genevieve’s, the
secretary, office. It had a small seating area next to some random stripper
poles, Gen’s desk, and the two other rooms branched out from the back through
tall, heavy wooden doors. This is where the middle and poor class customers
paid and requested special services. The next largest room was Fredric Lehne’s
office. Fredric was the owner. He was suave, confident, and downright creepy.
He often hung around the VIP lounge smoozing guests or stayed in his office
helping the very wealthy business owners find special talents in the staff. The
last room was the room Jared was looking for – the medical room. From the hush
whispers he had heard and the messes he had seen, he knew a medical room was
needed when some clients hurt the brothel’s employees.
Jared had never been to the medical room before. As he walked into the front
office, he looked at the two identical doors behind Gen’s desk. They looked
identical. Jared didn’t know which one to pick and Gen was not at her desk so,
randomly, Jared picked the left door. It was the wrong choice.
As soon as Jared had opened the door, Fredric and an unknown woman looked up at
him. Fredric was lounging at his desk with a small Scotch. The woman was
sitting across from him with a small scowl on her face. As soon as her eyes
rolled over Jared, however, she gave a small smile.
“What are you doing here?” Fredric asked; his voice was sharp.
“Sorry, sir, I was just looking for the med room.”
“Don’t be so harsh with the boy, Fredric. Come closer, little one. Let me take
a look at you.” Jared looked over at Fredric for advice. He waved him forward
with impatience watching the woman watch Jared. Jared took a few tiny steps
forward so that he was just out of arms reach of the woman.
“What is your name, little one?”
Jared answered quietly, “ ‘m Jared.”
“My, my, you are quite cute. I bet when you grow up, you will be quite
handsome. You said you were hurt. Let me see,” the woman cooed at him. Jared
obediently took another few steps toward the woman and held his towel wrapped
hand up. She quickly snatched Jared’s arm and pulled him onto her lap.
“I want him,” the woman said to Fredric as she carefully squeezed Jared who was
trying to squirm away. “Be still now, little one. I will make it all better.”
“Julia, be reasonable. He isn’t trained”
“That will make it all the more fun, darling. Besides this one is still young -
- he can play and he can learn.” There was a pause as the woman looked at
Fredric. He wasn’t saying no. The woman continued, “I will pay.”
Fredric look to be pondering the idea. He finally replied, “Double the normal
rates.”
“Deal.” Julia looked smug as she patted Jared’s hip. “Well, then, we best be
off, cutie pie. Come along.”
“Wait – what?” Jared looked between Julia and Fredric. “But I am only supposed
to help out.”
“And now you are helping Ms. Julia out.” Fredric coldly answered. He directed
his next statement to Julia. “Room 6A is free. I believe it will be to your
liking.”
“Thank you.”
Jared started to protest, squirm and yank away, but Julia had dug her nails
into his arm and pulled him after her. The duo excited through Gen’s office out
into the main floor and then down a dark hall on the side. A few patrons tore
their attention from the strippers on stage to watch the display. One of the
clients had short yellow hair and a wicked smile. He stared after the boy with
rapt fascination. Shortly after, the couple had disappeared down the hall, the
man flagged a waiter down and asked to speak to the owner.
                                   o . o . o
By the time Julia and Jared reached the room, Jared was attempting to pull his
arm out of his socket. He didn’t look around the room. If he had, he would have
noticed a normal looking bed, with a normal looking nightstand, normal looking
overstuffed chair, and a normal looking closet filled with normal clothes. In
fact, the entire room looked to be a normal looking, lived-in bedroom.
“Please, please, I don’t want to do this. You can’t make me. It’s illegal.
Please.” Jared’s pleas where ignored and he began to cry. Julia sat in the
overstuffed chair. She carefully pulled him into her lap, with his back against
her front and her arms wrapped around him to hold onto his arms in front of
him. She began to rock back and forth, humming quietly. Jared began to tucker
out.
“There now, baby. It’s gonna be okay. Let’s take a look at that hand, shall
we?” Julia carefully, held up his hand. The cut had begun oozing again when
Jared was struggling to get away earlier. “Mommy is going to kiss it all
better, how about that?”
Jared leaned back and peered up at Eve through tear stained eyes. “Please,
don’t, Miss Julia.”
“Now, baby, Mommy is going to take such good care of you. You just need to be
good, ok? And good little boys call their mommies …” Jared stuck out his lower
lip and closed his eyes as an attempt to not cry again.
“Baby,” came the demanding tone.
“Mom, they call them mom.” With that, Julia kissed Jared’s gimp hand.
“Call me Mommy, sweet heart.” Jared flinched; his own mom used to call him
that. Julia began to caress him. First, it was fairly innocent touches along
his arms. Then, Julia grew bolder and began to feel up his torso. Finally,
Julia began to dig her fingers into the top of Jared’s pants.
“My, what a big boy you are become, baby. But I bet we can make you even
bigger. Take your pants off for me, baby.” Jared began to beg again, but Julia
didn’t pay him any attention as she quickly removed his pants and underwear
with one hand, while the other kept Jared in place.
“There it is. You look so nice, baby.” Jared’s pleas took on a new desperation,
his breathing quickened and his head tossed back and forth, “Please, please.
Don’t.”
Julia shushed him, “Just let go, baby. Let Mommy take care of you.” She began
to nibble on the back of his throat and she rubbed his cock faster.
“It’s ok, baby, let it go. Just let it go.” With that, Jared finally threw his
head back as he came. Long, white fluid covered part of Jared and all of
Julia’s hand. She brought her hand up to his mouth as Jared struggled to catch
his breath.
“Be a good boy and lick it up, baby.” Jared turned his head away, however, she
followed his mouth and stuck two come-covered fingers in it. Jared felt his
stomach make its presence known, he felt like he wanted to curl into a ball, or
leave and join the dangerous manufacturing shops. He bit down on Julia’s
fingers in retaliation.
“Bad baby!” Julia said as she stood up and Jared fell to the ground. He tried
to scoot away but she reached down and grabbed him by the collar. She pushed
him over to the bed and took some rope hidden inside the nightstand. She tied
him so that he was bent over the bed with his ass sticking out and his arms
spread in a Y position. Jared was crying again.
“Bad little boys get punished. Now, since it is your first time, I am going to
go easy on you and just spank you and for each one, you are going to count and
apologize to mommy. And if you don’t do this, we will start over. Do I make
myself clear?” Jared didn’t move, but was dry sobbing over the bed. Julia undid
her belt and – Whack. She waited for him to count, but Jared did nothing. She
hit him again.
“Keep it up, little one. I can do this all day.” She hit him again and paused,
waiting for Jared to respond. After maybe ten hits or so, Jared was yelling at
the top of his lungs, begging her to stop.
“You know what you have to do, baby,” she replied.
“One. I am sorry.” Julia waited expectedly.
“I’m sorry, who?”
“Mommy.” She hit him again.
“Two. I am sorry, Mommy.” This continued until Jared had counted to 20. His bum
was red and had red welts lying across it. “You did such a good job, baby. But
you made Mommy a little wet. Why don’t you lick it up for me?”
Julia got on top of the bed and pulled Jared’s head to the center of her core.
Jared crinkled his nose, but did not lick. Julia reached over his back to slap
his butt, hard. He jerked and started to lick around the inner lips of Julia’s
pussy.
“Oh, baby, that feels so good, but I want you to lick up a little higher. No,
to the right. Yes, right there. Don’t stop. That is Mommy’s clit. It makes
Mommy feel really good. So whenever you want Mommy to feel good you need to
lick it, ok?” Jared began to lick around her clit, but never on it. Seeing his
silent rebellion, she put her hands in his hair and pulled hard. Cringing,
Jared put his mouth directly on top of her clit and sucked.
“That feels wonderful, baby. Keep going, just like that.” After a few minutes,
Julia threw her head back as she gasped, “Now stick your tongue down my pussy.
Try to make it hit the back. Keep going. Oh, you are doing so good, baby. Come
back up and stuck my clit. Yes.” Jared followed her instructions as best he
could. Between the tears and sucking, he was having a hard time catching his
breath, but this seemed to drive Julia farther. She reached over and undid one
of Jared’s hands. He thought about hitting her, but decided not to. He didn’t
want to get hit anymore.
“Now, use your hands. Stick your fingers in mommy’s hole. That’s is where
babies come from, baby. One day, I am going to have you plug me, so hard. Maybe
we can make another baby.” Julia started to breathe even harder. She kept
instructing him on what to do, and saying filthy things to him, as he
alternated back and forth between her clit and her hole; his hands would
quickly, roughly rub whatever his mouth wasn’t on. He just wanted to get her
off as soon as possible. Then he could go back to the shadows and leave when he
turned 18. Julia finally let out a loud moan and shuttered as Jared struggled
to clean everything that was sopping out of Julia’s hole.
“Thank you, baby. That was your first time helping Mommy relieve stress, wasn’t
it? Don’t worry, I am going to help you become the best pussy-sucker here. Next
time, we will work on other things too, ok?” Jared didn’t want there to be a
next time. He closed his eyes again, trying to block everything out.
“Now, thank Mommy and tell Mommy you love her, ok?” Jared stayed silent with
his eyes tightly shut. There was no way in Hell Jared was going to thank Eve
for this. “Baby, we have to work on your communication skills, or Mommy is
going to plug that little mouth with a large pacifier while she pounds your ass
with one of Mommy’s special toys. Now, what do you say, baby?”
Jared was still silent. “Do you want to see Mommy’s toys?” Julia went over to
the closet. Underneath the hanging clothes was a trunk, Julia opened it and
began to pull out items. She turned around and took them back over to the bed
that Jared was still bent over. He finally looked at her as she approached. She
held up the first item, it was a regular, pink pacifier.
“We would start with this one.” Julia explained. Then she held out one that
looked uncomfortably big with a buckle to tie around the back of his head and
force him to hold it in. “But if you didn’t like that one, baby, we could
always try this one. Then, after I have that dirty mouth plugged, I would use
this toy to plug that other dirty hole of yours. And if that hole still needed
punishment, I would use this one. All bad little boys obey their mothers after
this one.” Julia held up a small strap on dildo and then a very large strap on
dildo with spikes.
“Now, I am going to ask you one more time, baby, what do you say to Mommy?”
“Thank you, Mommy.”
“What for, baby?” Jared looked confused. What for? He didn’t know; all he
wanted to do was disappear. Julia decided to provide him the answer. “Could it
be because I taught you how to suck pussy? Or maybe because Mommy loves you
enough to punish you?”
“Thank you, Mommy for teaching me how to suck pussy and --- and loving me
enough to punish me.”
“And what do we say afterwards?”
“I love you, Mommy”
Julia looked pleased. “Baby, we are going to have so much fun together.” She
patted his sore bottom. “You were such a good boy and you pleased Mommy so
much. Mommy wants you to know how much she loves you. She is going to come back
for you.” With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Jared tied on the bed
with one hand free. He never felt so alone and far from home. As Jared waited
for the cleaning crew to release him, he vowed that it would be the last time
somebody bought him. Unfortunately, he was wrong.
***** Missing Home *****
Chapter Summary
     Jared meets Mark Pellegrino.
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural. I did use some dialogue from
     the show from Sam and Lucifer’s conversation in Season 5 Episode 3
     Free to be You and Me. Any other references to any other work is
     purely coincidental, subconscious, or related to the public prompt.
     The prompt is posted in the first chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                               Come Home with Me
                            Chapter 2: Missing Home
About a week after the incident with Julia, Gen came to get him from his
cleaning duties. Her high heels scraped along the floor as Jared obediently
followed Gen to the front office. Jared was confused. He didn’t think he had
done anything wrong and he hadn't seen another patron since the incident – that
is what he was calling it in his head. The incident. When they got to the front
office, Gen ushered him inside Fredric’s office. Jared looked for Julia. If she
was in there, he was going to run, scream, bite, or commit bloody murder.
But he didn't see Julia. Instead he saw Fredric sitting at his desk and a
gentleman patron with short yellow hair and a wicked smile sitting in front of
him. They had been talking, but as soon as Jared entered the room they gave him
their full undivided attention. It was unnerving. At least, Julia isn't here,
Jared thought.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Jared asked. Fredric waved him over, but Jared
stayed where was. Fredric frowned.
“Get over here, right now.” Fredric hissed. But Jared wasn't an idiot. There
would only be one reason that man was sitting there. Instead of moving forward,
Jared backed away -- trying to aim for the door, trying to get out of there.
The smiling man gave him more chills than Julia ever did. Fredric stormed over
and grabbed Jared by the hair.
“Please, please, I don’t want to do this again. Please, it’s not right. You
can’t make me. Let go, let go of me!” Jared begged as Fredric pulled him by his
hair over to his desk. He opened up a drawer and grabbed a leash and hooked it
to his collar and to his desk. Jared tugged at the leash and the collar –
trying desperately to get them both off as he asked over and over again to be
let go. Very quickly, Fredric lost patience and back handed him.
“You will quit your sniveling. Mr. Pellegrino here, for some unknown reason,
wants your ass tonight. You are going to give it to him.” Jared looked over at
Mr. Pellegrino with tear stains running down his cheeks. The man had merely sat
there and watched the display with a smirk on his face. Jared knew that this
was a man he did not want to cross.
“Is he to your liking, Mr. Pellegrino?” Fredric asked with the utmost respect
and maybe a hint of fear. This made Jared even more anxious – just who was this
man? Mr. Pellegrino boredly looked at Jared.
“I want to view the goods first,” he said coolly. Fredric nodded and began
stripping Jared of his pants and underwear. Jared didn't struggle; he just
closed his eyes and tried to block everything out. When he felt cool metal
against his stomach, he looked down to see Fredric cutting open his shirt.
Finally, Fredric stepped back.
“Child, what is your name?” Jared didn’t cooperate; he simply stared at the
floor. Fredric cuffed him over the back of his head and pulled the leash.
“Jared, his name is Jared,” Fredric answered. Mr. Pellegrino held out his hand
for the leash.
“I trust my room has been made ready?”
“Yes, sir. 2B – here is the key.” With the key in one hand and Jared’s leash in
the other, Mr. Pellegrino led a naked Jared through the front office and across
a crowded main room to some stairs at the back. The drunk patrons slapped
Jared’s ass as he passed and made crude noises. At the top of the stairs was a
hallway with 4 rooms. These were for the very elite. Jared didn’t even have
permission to clean these rooms.
The door opened. Inside the room was a bed with a red and black comforter,
various BDSM posts for hanging, binding or riding people and toys hanging off
of the wall. The bedroom also had a water drain and hose in it. Jared didn’t
want to think about why they would need those. There was a bathroom area with a
tub in the back, but there was no door. It was open for anyone to watch. Mr.
Pellegrino dragged Jared over to a rack. Quickly and methodically, he chained
Jared in an X position with both hands tied separately above his head and both
legs spread apart and tied at the bottom. Jared was silent. Begging would do
him no good here.
“My name is Mark Pellegrino, but you can call me Master or Mate. What is my
name, Jared?” Jared didn’t fight, but he also didn’t answer. He let his silence
rebel. Mark nodded and smiled.
“I like them stubborn – they make the best little pets when they break.” Jared
held his tongue and didn’t bother with a response. Mark began to examine the
various tools and toys hanging on the wall. He picked three different items.
“Naughty submissive mates get punished when they don’t listen to their alphas,”
Mark explained in a light conversational tone. “For your first punishment, I am
going to bind this little cock in this cage. It belongs to me – you get hard
when I want you to, you come when I want you to, you scream because of it when
I want you to.” He roughly handled Jared’s cock until it was snuggly bound in
the unforgiving cage.
“The next item is a bit different – good subs should have nice tits for their
alphas to suck on.” Mark continued. He brought up a pair of nipple clamps with
small weights on them. Carefully, he pinched Jared’s left nipple in his hand
and began to gently massage it until it was slightly swollen and very hard. He
clamped the weight onto the tit. Jared made a whimper. It hurt, more so than
the initial spanking Julia had given him. Mark repeated the process with the
right nipple.
“But the next item is my favorite – do you want to know why, little mate?” Mark
lightly kissed his cheek in a mock gesture of love. “You are going to find
out.” Mark pulled out a container of thick smelly gel. Jared couldn’t decide if
it smelled good or bad – it smelled like a dark musk with a whiff of a hospital
smell. He liberally coated a finger in it and disappeared from Jared’s
eyesight. Jared flinched as he felt Mark lightly touch his butt. He clenched
his southern cheeks as much as possible. Mark chuckled right behind him and
drove his finger into the boy.
Jared yelped. Mark slowly wiggled his finger inside of Jared. Within minutes,
Mark had added another finger and more of the gel. Jared felt his cock begin to
rise as the alpha started to scissor him. Adding even more gel, Mark slowly
added another finger. Jared felt funny. He vision was hazy and he felt a heat
begin to creep up from his lower half. By the time Jared was taking four
fingers, his mouth was dry and he felt empty and hot – like nothing would ever
satisfy him. Suddenly, Mark gently removed his hand and walked back into
Jared’s view as he made his way to the bathroom. He calmly washed his hands and
then went to sit on the bed. Leaning back, he just watched Jared as if he was
the most interesting thing in the world.
Jared didn’t feel like the most interesting thing in the world. He just felt
miserable. Sweat was trickling down the back of his neck, his mouth felt full
of sand, and his boy tits hurt from the weights. And worst of all, he needed
something – something hot, and hard.
“What did you do to me?” He whimpered.
“I am sorry, but are you talking to me?” Mark looked at him expectedly. Jared
looked down and didn’t say anything. “It’s okay, my little mate, we can wait.”
Jared felt slick begin to drip out of him. Funny, he didn’t remember Mr.
Pellegrino putting that much gel up inside of him. After a few minutes had
passed, Jared couldn’t take it anymore; the heat and longing was unbearable.
“Master. Master!”
Mark got off of the bed and stood in front of Jared. “Good boy, Jared. Good
boy,” he repeated. Jared whimpered. “You'll be fine. The lube just makes you
hot, wet and bothered for me. Good little mates need to be for their alphas.”
Mark slowly began to caress the young boy in front of him. Then, Mark slowly
unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick. He began to firmly move his hand
up and down the thick shaft.
“Good little mates normally do this for their alphas, but since you are a
little tied up at the moment, I will do it this time.” The shaft began to
harden and elongate. “I love your eyes – One day, I am going to take you home
and tie you to my bed so that only I can see those eyes. And every day when I
get home, I will have you begging on my bed for my knot.”
Jared was breathing harshly, staring at the monster cock Mark had. Mark watched
him watching his dick. “You know, if we waited long enough, you would break
down and beg me for it. My knot is the only thing you want right now; it’s the
only thing you need. In fact, I think you should beg me for it. It will be good
practice for later. Tell me you want me. Say yes.”
“No, no, please.” Jared started to whimper nonsense.
“Shhhh Jared, I will never lie to you. I will never trick you. But you will say
yes to me.”
Jared peered up into Mark’s eyes; he didn't want this. “You’re wrong.”
“I am not. I think I know you better than you know yourself. All you little
omegas are the same – you are all looking for a nice knot. I can keep waiting,
but sooner or later, it’s going to be too much.” Mark lounged on the bed
looking at Jared, absentmindedly stroking his cock. Before long, Jared was
trying to move his hips.
“Beg me for it.”
Jared looked down. He couldn’t take it. Whatever that stuff was, it wasn’t
going away, it was getting stronger. He whispered, “Please, master.”
“It’s a rough start, but it will work.” Mark moved behind Jared and checked his
hole one more time. Jared’s natural slick was dripping down the back of his
legs so Mark rubbed some on his cock. Then, slowly, he pressed into Jared. As
his cock started to enter Jared, he began to squirm, trying to get free of the
bonds.
“Please, it hurts – stop! Just stop!”
“I love virgin asses, you are so fucking tight even after taking four fingers.
You shouldn’t have waited so long to submit Jared. Next time, this will remind
you to beg me as soon as I start to finger that little boy cunt of yours.”
Mark’s tone was conversational, but there was a dark promise behind his words.
By the time Mark bottomed out inside Jared, Jared had stopped fighting. He just
hung there like a doll and let the blond man do what he wanted. “You are taking
me so beautifully, my little mate. I bet I could do whatever I wanted to do and
you would just let me, wouldn’t you?”
Mark’s dirty talk seemed to get himself off. As he told Jared vividly what
little submissive omegas are supposed to do, he pounded into Jared who just
hung from his bound arms. Finally, Jared felt a large knot forming at the base
of Mark’s cock. Mark continued to thrust, biting into Jared’s shoulder. As he
bit down, the knot popped into Jared. Mark stilled his hips and Jared felt
something begin to fill him.
“You fill that, my little mate? That is what good omegas are for. They are just
holes for a strong alpha’s cock. You like that, don’t you? Don’t you?” Mark bit
Jared’s shoulder again – this time drawing blood. “Tell me you like my cock
shoved up your ass. Tell me that you want to be my pretty mate.”
Jared quietly answered, “I like your cock shoved up my ass. I want to be your
mate.” Mark’s hips moved again and the pressure in Jared’s rear increased while
the heat diminished. Eventually, Mark slipped out of Jared. Come and slick
leaked out of his gaping hole. Mark let Jared out of the bonds. Taking a hold
of his collar, he pulled Jared until he was kneeling between Marks legs as Mark
sat on the bed.
“Clean me up like a good mate does.” Jared eyed the dirty penis. He slowly
brought his mouth around it, but did not move. Mark chuckled and began to
thrust, hard, deep and long. Soon Jared was choking and Mark was coming again.
Jared stood up. “I hope you enjoyed your evening, sir.”
He began to move to the door. He couldn’t wait to get to the medical bay to
take off this cage and nipple weights. Unfortunately, he would have to go
through the main room with the large stage again and this time he wouldn’t have
Mr. Pellegrino with him.
“Where do you think you are going?”
Jared turned around. “I thought we were finished, sir?”
“No, my little mate, I paid for the whole night. You and I are going to have
quite a lot of fun. I don’t think I am quite ready to go again, so soon, but
there are still plenty of toys for you to try out.” Sadly, Jared didn’t seem to
have any fun that night. When he left in the morning he was filthy, limping and
missing home even more than before.
Chapter End Notes
     Author’s Notes: So, yeah – this is my first fanfic and my first sex
     scenes. I am not sure how it turned out – if you have any
     constructive criticisms or recommendations, please let me know.
     Additionally, I am not an English major nor did I have anyone other
     than me proof my writing. If you see any errors, please let me know
     so I can fix them. Thanks! And thanks for reading.
     Note: I don’t always remember minor character actors -- so here is
     everyone I used (including people you hopefully know) in order of
     their name’s appearance.
     Jared Padalecki--------Sam Winchester--------(Chapter 1)
     Brendan Fletcher------ Max Miller------------(Chapter 1)
     Genevieve Padalecki----Ruby (2.0)------------(Chapter 1)
     Fredric Lehne--------- Azazel/Yellow Eyes-----(Chapter 1)
     Julia Maxwell----------Eve------------------(Chapter 1)
     Mark Pellegrino--------Lucifer---------------(Chapter 2)
***** Finding Home *****
Chapter Summary
     Jared meets Jensen Ackles
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or the actors. Any other
     references to any other work is purely coincidental, subconscious, or
     related to the public prompt.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                               Come Home with Me
                            Chapter 3: Finding Home
It had been a little over 8 months since the first incidents with Julia and
Mark. Between his patrons and his cleaning duties, Jared was quite busy. He
quickly learned that each client had their specific kinks and once he found
them, he could generally get them off in minutes. This generally meant he could
go back to his normal job quicker and in less pain. But most of the time, he
didn’t want to get involved – he merely tried to think of England and barely
participate whenever possible. He hoped that his lack of involvement would
dissuade them from asking for him again. To be fair, this worked quite often,
but some customers saw it as a challenge. Like Julia and Mark Pellegrino, they
would become repeat patrons and come back with harsher punishments trying to
break him. So Jared cherished the times he was cleaning or doing chores outside
the brothel.
Like now, Fredric’s head chef was currently making him pick up fresh produce
from the farmer’s market. He was dragging a small cart from the brothel up a
hill to the town’s square in the center of the village. The town’s square was
filled with little stands where the farmers and manufactures sold their extra
stock that wasn’t loaded onto the steam train to be shipped into the larger
cities. Jared looked at his list – potatoes, onions, carrots, cabbage and some
fresh herbs. It looked like the clients had the option of ordering a pot roast
with roasted veggies tonight. Jared scanned the line of stands. His favorite
stand Men of Lands wasn’t busy.
Jared approached the stand. He was surprised to see a different man than the
normal two working the stand. He was tall with cropped dirty blonde hair, green
eyes and a really scary scowl on his face. He seemed to be arguing with another
stand operator. Jared quickly began browsing the vegetables – picking out good
ones. By the time Jared was done, the argument had subsided. Jared made his way
to the operator to pay.
“Hey, where is Chad and Osric?” Jared asked.
“Chad’s been under the weather for a little while now – I told him to take it
easy and stay home today. Osric is here,” the new guy answered. He sniffed and
then sniffed again, “Just those?”
“Yeah, thanks.” The man kept sniffing. He moved closer to Jared, placing an arm
behind him to encase him, bent down and pushed his nose right up against
Jared’s collar bone and sniffed.
“Hey, what are you doing?” The man grabbed hold of Jared’s arm, “Come on.”
Jared began to protest. But the man didn’t pay him any attention. He merely
looked around and spotted Osric flirting with another stand operator down the
way. “Osric, man the stand, dude.”
Osric looked up and nodded. He waved goodbye to the girl. As soon as the new
operator got his cue from Osric, he took off pulling Jared in tow.
“You don’t need to worry. I can smell it; you’re my mate and I’m gonna take
good care of you. I am going to knot you so good. You smell so good, I think I
am going to pop a knot in my pants right now,” the man tried to explain as he
pulled Jared along, but he was frenzied and everything came out as garbled. As
soon as the operator had begun to call him mate, Jared’s heart sank. He was so
sick of this shit. It was not enough that it happened in the brothel, now it
happened on the streets? Jared thought about fighting back – about hitting and
biting. The last time he did that was four months ago. The client and his
friend had both been trying to penetrate him at the same time; he lashed out,
they broke his arm, and then, they still decided to use him that night. No, it
was far better just to let the stranger have his way and go about his own
business.
By the time they had reached a small grove on outskirts of town, the stranger
was even more frenzied. He nearly threw Jared on the ground to get on top of
him. He brought his mouth down to Jared’s and began to nip and lick the opening
until Jared obediently parted his lips. Then, the stand operator tried to stick
his tongue down Jared’s throat as he roughly humped Jared through their
clothes. Soon, the man had Jared’s arms pinned above him in one hand, his legs
lying in between the man’s spread legs as the man laid on top of him, driving
his hips into Jared’s.
"You want this, right?" he asked. Jared felt numb. He wanted him to
participate. Fuck. Jared nodded.
“I gotta get these clothes off of you,” he explained as he nearly ripped
through Jared’s shirt with his free hand to get to the creamy skin underneath.
The stranger stilled at some of the markings that still lingered on his chest
from his last two sessions with Mark. He gently traced the markings. His
fingertips slightly scaled the top of Jared’s skin from his waist, to his abs,
to his pecks, along the collar bone and finally to the collar. He looked at the
tags attached.
“A brothel, huh? Aren’t you a little young to be in a brothel?” Jared didn’t
respond verbally; he just turned his head to the side from the stranger. “It’s
okay, my little mate. I am not mad. I am going to make it all better. Just
watch.”
With that said, the stranger brought his mouth down to Jared’s right nipple and
began to suck on it. As he nibbled and licked the right one, his left hand
kneaded the left one. Honestly, Jared tried not to think of the sensations he
was feeling. Besides Mark Pellegrino, most of the clients left his nipples
alone. They were sensitive. Soon, he was panting.
“You have such nice tits – I could suck on them all day,” the blonde
unknowingly parroted the sentiments Mr. Pellegrino constantly told Jared. Jared
gave a muffled, scared whimper.
“You like that, huh?” The crass stand operator seemed to be misinterpreting
everything. He reached down between Jared’s legs and cupped his growing
erection. “Yeah, I know you do.” He did the same thing with the other nipple.
Jared tried not to buck into the man, but sometimes, he couldn’t stop himself.
Even if he started out rough, normally, clients weren’t as gentle as this
stranger was being. It almost felt like a lover.
“I’m gonna make you feel so damn good, sweet heart. You’re mine – my precious
mate.” As he spoke, he began to strip himself and what was left of Jared’s
clothes. “Just lay back and enjoy it, baby. I am gonna knot you so good.”
When he had stripped both of them of their clothes, the man just looked at the
younger boy underneath him. “God, you look wonderful. And you’re all mine. I
love this little cock.” He scooted down and wrapped his mouth around Jared’s
young penis. Although Jared had given many a blow job, not once in the last 8
months had a client returned the favor. Jared couldn’t help himself, “Oh,
fuck.”
The mouth on him, chuckled. That felt even better. Then a tongue licked under
this cock right on a pulsing vein. Jared never felt so good; he was seeing
stars. A heat began to build in his lower regions, and a warm moisture began to
leak out of his hole. Funny, he normally feel this wet unless he was producing
slick and he didn’t produce any slick unless the customer gave him something.
He threw his head back as the stranger began to circle the puckered hole.
“God, my incredible, little mate. I didn’t believe you could smell any better,
but here it is.” The man smiled as he brought two fingers covered in Jared’s
slick up to his nose. Vigilantly, Jared watched as he licked them. He wanted
the farmer to put his mouth back on his cock and suck the heat out of him.
“Turn over, little mate,” he whispered quietly as if he didn’t want to break
some spell. Not wanting the stranger to get violent, Jared turned over and got
onto his hands and knees. He felt a different moisture near this ass. Was that
his tongue? Fuck, Jared couldn’t stop himself. He moaned again and shook his
hips. He could feel the farmer’s stubble lightly scratching Jared’s most
sensitive parts – Jared couldn’t believe he was enjoying this. It felt like he
was betraying some part of himself. He wasn’t a whore; he was getting out of
here as soon as he turned 18. And, if he decided to settle down, it would be
with someone he loved and who loved him back.
The licking stopped and a finger began to circle his hole, picking up spit and
slick. Slowly, the finger was pushed inside, and wiggled around. By the time,
the man started to push another finger in him, he began to whisper to Jared.
“You are so beautiful. Look at you – you have such a pretty little hole that is
going to feel so good around my knot. I can’t believe I found you. Sweet heart,
open up for me. That’s it.” The voice seemed to be almost in awe as he slowly
began to insert a third finger. After a few minutes of harsh panting from both
parties, the operator inserted a fourth finger. “I bet you could take me whole
hand, if I wanted you to, huh?”
Jared froze and clenched his ass. “Please, don’t,” he whispered. Mark Sheppard,
one of his regulars, had fisted him about 3 weeks ago. It hurt. His next client
later that day had been so mad at how loose he was, he had whipped the bottom
of Jared’s feet. Clients had been amused to see Jared hobble around, but Jared
did not want a repeat performance.
“Shhh, it’s ok. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to. Today, I am going to
make you mine, permanently. I am going to stuff this slutty, little hole full
of alpha cock and make it gush.” He removed his fingers and wiped the excess
slick on Jared’s ass. Jared felt him moving into place behind him. He closed
his eyes. Slowly, the large head popped into Jared. The man let out the largest
groan yet. “You feel even better than I ever thought possible.”
Ever so slowly, the stranger pushed forward until he bottomed out. He waited
for the younger boy to adjust, kissing on the back of his neck. Then, when he
felt enough time had passed, he began to slowly piston his hips back and forth.
When the stranger found that place inside of Jared, he helped Jared spread his
stance wider. Jared kept his legs wide as much as possible while still holding
himself on all fours. He tried to block the pleasure by remembering past
clients. One of them liked to strangle hookers; another liked to insult him
until he was crying; Julia had started making him wear a diaper and pacifier.
As he remembered the horrors he had been through these past few months, the
pleasure started to go away.
Finally, the man was beginning to lose control. His knot was forming at the
base of Jared’s hole. Jared was please it would be all over soon. Then he could
get back to the brothel. Hopefully, the chef wouldn’t notice that he was late.
Maybe he could tell him there had been a crowd or --- the man had reached
around Jared and taken a hold of his erect cock and started to stroke it in
time with his thrusts. Jared started to cry out as the knot finally entered
him. The man was cursing in Jared’s ear, as he shifted again to relieve the
pressure of his knot. He put his arm around Jared and used it as leverage to
pull him into his lap backwards and the stranger fell on his butt. Then he
finished stroking Jared, now in time with the knot spraying inside of him.
After a few minutes, it didn’t matter what memories Jared tried to think of,
call he could concentrate on what that hand on his cock and the delicious
pressure in his ass. He erupted.
“That was amazing, my little mate.” The man kissed the back of Jared’s throat.
He laughed. “God, I was in such a rush, I didn’t even ask your name. I’m
Jensen. What’s yours?”
Jared didn’t want to tell him his name. He didn’t want yet another client to
please. So he lied, “I’m Sam.”
“Well, Sammy, that was great.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Sir? You can just call me Jensen. Or Jen,” he added as an afterthought. Jensen
was slowly starting to lose his knot and Jared wiggled free. He quickly put his
clothes on. Jensen looked confused, but slowly started to do the same.
“Jen, I have to get back to work.” With that, Jared turned and walked away.
“Work? Hey, wait-a-minute, Sam . . . Sam?”
Chapter End Notes
     Author’s Notes: So, yeah – this is my first fanfic and my first sex
     scenes. I am not sure how it turned out – if you have any
     constructive criticisms or recommendations, please let me know.
     Additionally, I am not an English major nor did I have anyone other
     than me proof my writing. If you see any errors, please let me know
     so I can fix them. Thanks! And thanks for reading.
     Note: I don’t always remember minor character actors -- so here is
     everyone I used (including people you hopefully know) in order of
     their name’s appearance.
     Jared Padalecki--------Sam Winchester--------(Chapter 1)
     Brendan Fletcher------ Max Miller------------(Chapter 1)
     Genevieve Padalecki----Ruby (2.0)------------(Chapter 1)
     Fredric Lehne--------- Azazel/Yellow Eyes-----(Chapter 1)
     Julia Maxwell----------Eve------------------(Chapter 1)
     Mark Pellegrino--------Lucifer---------------(Chapter 2)
     Chad Lindberg--------Ash------------------(Chapter 3)
     Osric Chau-----------Kevin Tran------------(Chapter 3)
     Mark Sheppard--------Crowley---------------(Chapter 3)
     Jensen Ackles-------- Dean Winchester-------(Chapter 3)
***** Coming Home *****
Chapter Summary
     Jared finds a home.
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural. Any other references to any
     other work is purely coincidental, subconscious, or related to the
     public prompt.
     Special thanks to Sonyama for the white lacy panties and corset at
     the end. :)
     Thanks to Kim and AideanCuddles for reviewing!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                               Come Home with Me
                            Chapter 4: Coming Home
By the time Jared got the cart and made it back to the brothel, customers had
already arrived and started ordering. Jared knew he was in trouble. As soon as
he pulled the cart through the back entrance to the kitchen from the outside,
the head chef was on him. Grabbing veggies out of the cart, he all but threw
them at the other chefs.
“Get to work,” he commanded. He turned to Jared, “You smell like sex.” The head
chef glared down at him. “What you don’t get enough cock in that slut hole of
yours?”
“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
“Oh, I am going to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Maybe instead of slacking
off on your duties, you can just sell your ass to any alpha that walks by. Be a
full time whore because that is all you seem capable of doing.”
“Please, I don’t want that. I’ll be better. Please.” But the chef just reached
down and grab Jared’s collar pulling him along after him to the front office.
                                   o . o . o
Jensen was confused. Why had Sam run off? True mates were something precious –
it was like finding your soul mate. Most people spent their lives dreaming
about finding theirs. Maybe he had scared the kid off? At least he knew where
the kid was going -- Yellow Eyes’ Bitches. What a dumb name for a brothel,
Jensen thought. But the place was very popular for both the upper class and
lower class. Poor farmers and manufactures would go to see the strip shows and
if they were feeling wealthy (or really, really drunk), they would swing for a
lap dance. The wealthy clients like shop and farm owners would buy nights and
rooms with some of the hookers who worked there. Jensen heard Fredric made a
pretty penny because he would look the other way for just about anything if the
price was high enough.
As he entered into the brothel, he looked at the clientele. Old drunks, who
just wanted to forget the harshness of life, and throw their paycheck up some
omega’s skirt, littered the side stage area. The main stage area was filled
with more affluent persons who still managed to look just as dirty as dirt. He
sighed. He didn’t want his mate to be working here. Spotting the front office,
Jensen took out his wallet and went inside. He was probably going to have to
pay to talk to Sam.
Inside the office, Gen was at her desk typing up payment orders. Jensen walked
up to her.
“Hi, Sweetheart, I was wondering if I could purchase Sam for an hour?”
“Sure thing, would you like to purchase a room with that as well?”
“No, that’s ok. If he could just meet me out by the bar -- that would be
great.”
“Great, your total is going to be $350 terras.”
“350 terras? What are you expecting him to do?”
“Would you like to pay for the hooker or not, Mr.?”
“Ackles. Yeah, I will be at the bar.” Jensen threw the terras on the counter as
Gen picked up the receiver and paged Sam to meet him at the bar. Jensen was
sitting at the bar for only a few minutes nursing an overpriced beer when a
middle age stripper pulled up a chair beside him. “Heya sugar, how can I help
you tonight?”
Jensen looked at the woman and the woman looked back at him. “Sorry,
sweetheart, but I am actually waiting on someone right now.”
“Is someone else joining us, Mr. Ackles? ‘Cus that would be extra.”
“Joining us? No, I am waiting on Sam.”
“I am Sam.” Jensen looked surprised and concerned for a minute, but then
chuckled.
“My mistake, when I asked for Sam, I meant a different one.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m the only Sam here.”
Jensen shook his head. “I just met him earlier today. He said his name was Sam
and his collar listed this place as his employment.” Jensen got up and went
back to the front office. Sam, the adult female stripper, followed.
“Ma’am, I am sorry. There has been some mistake.”
“Is the stripper not to your liking, sir?” Gen cast a disapproving glare at Sam
who was standing in the back corner watching the drama unfold.
“She is beautiful, but she is not the one I was asking about. I am looking for
a teenage boy, with floppy hair and hazel eyes. He said his name was Sam and
his collar said he worked here.”
“I am terribly sorry sir, but we don’t have anyone here with that name. Could
it be someone else?”
“No, I know he said Sam. Do you have a directory or anything?”
“Just one second sir.” As Gen began to dig around in her desk, a loud commotion
was going through the main stage area. Jensen wasn’t paying attention, until
the door opened and that scent filled the room. Without even turning around, he
could hear his mate’s tears and distress. He growled. There was a man in a hair
net and white apron gripping the boy’s upper arm as he dragged him pass Jensen.
Well, one second, he was dragging his little mate; the next second he was on
the ground, clutching his jaw. Jensen still wasn’t quite sure what happened,
but he is pretty sure he just decked the guy because he was making Sam cry. Gen
was screaming. One of the backdoors opened and two men came out. But Jensen was
just focused on little Sammy; he put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Hey, are
you ok?”
He looked shocked to Jensen. “What are you doing here?” Why wouldn’t he have
come looking for him? Jensen couldn’t comprehend why Sam wasn’t facing this –
this thing.
“I told ya, Sam, you’re it. You are my mate. There is no way I am letting you
go until we at least sit down and talk about it. Look, you got anywhere around
here that is private and all. Maybe with your parents?” Jensen thought he knew
the answer to that last question. Only people owned by a person or business
wears a collar. Unless the whole family was indentured ….
“Excuse me,” a calm voice answered from the back. Jensen swung his head around.
One of the two men who had run out of the back room earlier looked displeased,
the other looked pissed off. Jensen recognized the wealthy Mr. Pellegrino – he
owned the farm Jensen sometimes helped out to get extra terras. He assumed the
other was Fredric Lehne, the owner. Fredric continued, “Jared is my property.
You are not taking him anywhere.”
This entire day was completely overwhelming. Everything was happening at once.
His mind was going all over the place. He needed to focus on Sa--- the man had
said Jared. Jen looked at Jared, “So, it’s Jared, hmm?” The boy bit his lower
lip sheepishly.
“Are you listening to me?” Fredric barked.
“Yeah, I heard you. But it won’t stand in court. He’s mine.”
“No, actually he is Mr. Pellegrino’s here. He purchased him months ago. When
his contract is up with me, Jared here will be delivered to him.”
“What?” Jared gasped. He sounded confused and scared to Jensen. “But I have
more than fulfilled my end of the contract. I clean and serve food and -- and I
even whored myself out. You don’t have a legal ground to keep me or sell me.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow at “whored myself out.” What the hell?
“Fulfilled your end of the contract? Don’t make me laugh. Your hole is too busy
serving other customers to cook or clean -- that was the contract.”
“But I didn’t want any of it. I didn’t want any of them to touch me. You made
me.” Jared broke down and Jensen looked sharply at both men. He was going to
kick some rich, pompous ass. At least, he was going to until he saw the two
bouncers who had snuck into the room during their little scene. He didn't need
to get thrown out before he had Jared with him. One of the bounders was tall –
way taller than Jensen who stood about 6 feet. The other one was about Jensen’s
height.
“Boss, what do you want me to do with him?” One of the bouncers asked in a
Southern accent- maybe New Orleans?
“Throw him out.” One of the guards made a move to get behind Jensen. Oh, heck
no. He considered his options. While he couldn’t take on both trained bouncers
at the same time and win, he knew he didn’t have to.
“Hey, you don’t want to do that, buddy. I’m gonna call the sheriff and when he
shows up, he is going to have more than a looksee around here -- he might see a
few things you don't want him too. I have a right to take my mate – my true
mate – home with me if he is willing and there is nothing your shitty contracts
can do about it,” Jensen said. He was right. The law required that true mates
be given the option of choosing each other – this let orphans out of contracts,
or let one party out of a marriage contract, or even stopped military
government contracts from stationing mates away from one another. One couple
had even used it to transfer citizenship.
“Please, a desperate lie. Everyone knows how rare that is,” Fredric snidely
remarked.
“I’ll prove it,” Jensen snarled. He kneeled before Jared and took Jared’s hand
into his own. “Jared, you just need to let them smell you. And then, I can take
you away from here and I promise you, no one will hurt you ever again, but you
got to trust me, ok?”
“What?”
“Trust me?”
Jared didn’t look like he did. But he put his hand on top of Jensen’s anyways.
Jensen pulled Jared’s face close to his with his free hand and whispered, “It
will be ok, sweetheart.”
The alpha led the omega to the brothel owner. Fredric sniffed both and growled,
“Get out of here and don’t ever come back.”
Jensen didn’t need to be told twice. He fled with Jared.
                                   o . o . o
It was only later, in Jensen’s run down shack of a house that Jared began to
panic. He knew he didn’t want to stay at the brothel nor did he want to go home
with Mr. Pellegrino. Choosing Jensen was the only choice – but he couldn’t help
wonder if he had made the right one. He chose the devil he didn’t know over the
one he did. At least with Lehne and Pellegrino, he knew what would have
happened to him. What the hell was doing to happen to him now?
“Your mind looks like it is racing a hundred miles a minute, kid.” Jensen
appeared in his line of vision with a tall glass of water. As Jared drank the
water, he looked around. Anything to not focus on Jen. Like the house, the
furniture in the room was old and run down. The couch Jared sat on was stained
and lumpy, but well loved. The dining room table was really a slab of cheap,
old wood and three uneven chairs. There was a doorway to what Jared assumed was
a kitchen, but it was missing a door. Next to the empty doorway, was a hallway
running so that it crossed both the living room and the kitchen doorway. Maybe
this ran to the bedroom?
It wasn’t until Jensen sat down next to him, that Jared looked up and scooted
back immediately. Jen quickly held up his hands in a mock surrender.
“Whoa, easy there. I’m not going to hurt you. Or touch you. I’m sorry. I won’t
do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“How do I know that you are telling the truth?”
"Well, I guess you don't. But I promise you - I won't ever touch you again if
you don't want me to. I thought that you had consented earlier and well ... "
Jen trailed off. "And if you don’t want me -- because God knows I screwed up
today, after you have turned 18, you can go. Until then, stay here and I will
keep you safe.”
"So, what am I supposed to do?"
“What?”
“If not that, how do I earn my keep? What do you want me for?”
“I – uh, well. You don't need to earn your keep. You are my mate – my true
mate. So, I guess I just want to get to know you a little better. You can go to
back to school if you want to and maybe help out around town. But you don't
ever have to do what you were doing before -- if anyone tries anything, let me
know and I'll kick their ass.”
                                   o . o . o
Jared had been living with Jen a little over a year when he celebrated his 16th
birthday. Jen had put in extra hours at both the farm and the manufacture plant
to buy a small cake for both of them and some friends to enjoy. As Jared blew
out his candles, he thought about how Jen had kept his promise. He was finally
starting to feel alive again.
                                   o . o . o
In the summer of the next year, Jared and Jen celebrated the summer festival
together. They took in the short play performances, played the festival’s
rigged games and stayed up to watch the fireworks. As the shiny, colorful
lights lit the sky, Jared couldn’t help but put his hand in Jensen’s. It was
the first contact he had had with Jensen since they met. And it was the
happiest he had been in a very long time.
                                   o . o . o
When Jared turned 18, Jensen threw another party. After all of the guests had
left, Jensen sighed and looked a Jared. Jared wondered if Jensen felt as
nervous as he did. He and Jen had never slept together since that first time.
They also never talked about what would happen after Jared turned 18 either.
Jared knew that Jensen had always assumed he would leave. But, to be honest,
Jensen was a good man and he really didn’t want to.
“So, I guess this means you are leaving, then, huh? … Look, I know you don’t
have to, but I would like it if you at least tell me where you end up.”
Jared bit his lip; there was a pause. “Why would I want to leave? I’m home.”
With that, he chastely kissed Jensen. As he walked down the hallway to Jensen’s
bedroom, he slowly stripped. Jensen looked on dumbfounded. “Are you going to
knot me?”
Jensen couldn’t get to his bedroom fast enough.
                                   o . o . o
Nearly three years later, Jensen was walking in the door. It had been a good
day, but he was really looking forward to tonight. Jen had been throwing hints
all week on how he wanted to spend his 25th birthday. Maybe Jar had taken his
suggestion to go down to the local bar, drink a few with some friends and get
home early for a little something extra? Or gotten tickets to that concert? Or
maybe he had made some nice steaks? On second thought, maybe he ordered them.
Last time Jared tried to cook, he did a great impression of nearly burning the
house down.
Jensen looked at the living room and into the kitchen. Nothing there. No cake,
no Jared, no streamers. Had Jared forgotten his birthday?
"Jared?" Pause. "Jared, are you home?"
"Hey, I'm back here." He walked into the bedroom, his mouth watered. Oh, my
God. Jared looked amazing, laying on the bed. He was wearing lacy, white
panties that bulged around his package with a white matching corset. He had
placed a big red bow in the center of the bulge.
"I know you wanted to go out tonight, but I thought you might want to stay in
and unwrap your present." Jensen had wanted to go out? Nope, not anymore.
He growled low and deep. "Baby, I'm gonna knot you so good you won't be able to
walk for a week." He crawled on top of Jared on the bed. Kissing him deeply, he
let his hands wander. Jared had filled out from the scrawny 15 year old he had
originally met. It made him hot to think that this was just for him. He began
to undo the corset. When it was off, he began to suck on his nipples.
"Fuck, Jen- this is your birthday, let me make you feel good." Jared flipped
them so he was on top. He made quick work of the clothes Jen had forgotten to
take off. He began to rub Jensen's cock adding a slight twist at the end with a
little squeeze. He loved to make his mate come undone from just a hand job.
Jared smirked. But it was even better when he fell apart when he was in Jared's
mouth. He took Jen inside of him all at once. He began to alternate humming and
sucking as he bobbed his head back and forth.
"Shit!" He almost screamed, "You gotta warn a guy --- you gotta slow down, I'm
not gonna last." Jared popped his mouth off, "Aww, are you getting old?"
"Old? I'm show you old." Jared found himself under Jen again.
"These panties are so hot - we are definitely keeping these." He didn't take
the panties off, but merely moved them to the side. Jared was wet with slick-
another side effect of being with his true mate. "Oh, fuck. You're plugged?"
"I didn't want you to waste time prepping me. It's all about you tonight."
Jensen slowly removed the plug and plunged his cock right in. Jensen quickly
began to slide in and out of him. It felt amazing. By the time, Jared was
accepting Jen's knot, both had worked up quite a sweat.
Laying in a post coitus happy haze, Jen gave Jared a deep kiss.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
Chapter End Notes
     Author’s Notes: So, yeah – this is my first fanfic and my first sex
     scenes. I am not sure how it turned out – if you have any
     constructive criticisms or recommendations, please let me know.
     Additionally, I am not an English major nor did I have anyone other
     than me proof my writing. If you see any errors, please let me know
     so I can fix them. Thanks! And thanks for reading.
     Note: I don’t always remember minor character actors -- so here is
     everyone I used (including people you hopefully know) in order of
     their name’s appearance.
     Jared Padalecki--------Sam Winchester--------(Chapter 1)
     Brendan Fletcher------ Max Miller------------(Chapter 1)
     Genevieve Padalecki----Ruby (2.0)------------(Chapter 1)
     Fredric Lehne--------- Azazel/Yellow Eyes-----(Chapter 1)
     Julia Maxwell----------Eve------------------(Chapter 1)
     Mark Pellegrino--------Lucifer---------------(Chapter 2)
     Mark Sheppard--------Crowley---------------(Chapter 3)
     Chad Lindberg--------Ash------------------(Chapter 3)
     Osric Chau-----------Kevin Tran------------(Chapter 3)
     Jensen Ackles-------- Dean Winchester-------(Chapter 3)
     Samantha Ferris-------Ellen Harvelle----------(Chapter 4)
End Notes
     Author’s Notes: So, yeah – this is my first fanfic and my first sex
     scenes. I am not sure how it turned out – if you have any
     constructive criticisms or recommendations, please let me know.
     Additionally, I am not an English major nor did I have anyone other
     than me proof my writing. If you see any errors, please let me know
     so I can fix them. Thanks! And thanks for reading.
     Note: I don’t always remember minor character actors -- so here is
     everyone I used (including people you hopefully know) in order of
     their name’s appearance.
     Jared Padalecki--------Sam Winchester------ (Chapter 1)
     Brendan Fletcher------Max Miller----------- (Chapter 1)
     Genevieve Padalecki--- Ruby (2.0)----------- (Chapter 1)
     Fredric Lehne---------Azazel/Yellow Eyes---- (Chapter 1)
     Julia Maxwell----------Eve----------------- (Chapter 1)
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