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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles/Harley, Jensen_Ackles/
      Original_Male_Dog
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Harley_(Jared's_Dog), Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Younger!Jensen
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-09-09 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 13230
****** Virgin Property ******
by spiders_stars
Summary
     All Jared wanted was a clean, unused, human bitch as a reward for his
     dogs for being the best kind of family. Getting Jensen was better
     than he could have imagined.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Jared was bored. This current line-up was proving to be just about as appealing
as the five or so other markets Jared had visited in the last three months. Why
was it so impossibly hard to find a proper bitch for his dogs? They were all
dirty, used, second- or third-hand property that he would hardly consider
worthy for his family. These animals had been with him through so much- the
disownment from his parents, a few rocky breakups, and two different moves-
they deserved only the best as a reward.
“Lookin’ for a good deal, sir?” The nearest tradesman called out, sliding
toward Jared and dragging his gaze down in judgment. Clearly it wasn’t hard for
him to make the decision that Jared was someone of wealth; when he looked back
up his eyes were practically sparkling and there might have been drool sliding
out the side of his mouth. “I’ve got a few double offers today, two of my best
for half the rate.”
“If you’re willing to bundle them, then clearly they must not be your best,”
Jared scoffed and turned away from the dismal collection of bitches. There on
their hands and knees, asses lifted up, Jared could clearly see just how used
each was. And they weren’t even properly taken care of, torn flesh a clear sign
of misuse.
Jared wasn’t foolish, he knew that those men and women were designed to be used
- human bitches were a simple normality of their world. But why spend the money
for one and not groom it properly? Jared always took the time to bathe his
dogs, wash them, feed them, patch them up if they were injured, why wouldn’t
someone do the same for their property?
Heading down the next row, Jared adjusted the lapels on his suit coat and
pushed his sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose. The next batch of
bitches was just as grimy and used as the others and Jared was more than a
little annoyed. When he’d considered the idea of finally investing in a human
bitch for his dogs, it had seemed like a much easier task than it was turning
out to be.
“Sir? Sir! I’ve got a great offer for you here.” Another tradesman ran forward,
brushing his hands along his pants. “Fresh, young bitches, hardly used and-”
“Hardly used.” Jared stopped long enough to eye the man, rolling his shoulders
back in agitation. “Do I look like the type of man who buys a slave used?”
He continued walking before the man could pester him further, already giving up
on the idea of this market holding anything of value for him. The last thing he
wanted to do was rely on an internet purchase, you never knew how the actual
bitch would turn out, but by this point he was starting to lose hope. The next
nearest market was four hours away; Jared wasn’t entirely sure his patience
extended quite that far.
But by the time he was near the end of the fourth row of dirt-stained bodies,
Jared was staring defeat right in the eye. Just like the times before, there
would be no fitting slave for him to purchase here, and Jared might as well
head back home and waste the rest of his day off playing with his pets. It
wasn’t like they really knew what they were missing out on, Jared was the only
one who’d once more have to deal with the disappointment of being unsatisfied
with the slave marketplace.
“No luck, huh?” The woman’s soft voice was surprising enough to cause Jared’s
steps to falter. It wasn’t often that he saw women selling in the markets but
one glance told him the woman was strong, her posture proud, a slight smirk
playing across her lips. “I take it you’re looking for something in
particular?”
Jared turned to face the woman’s booth and glanced down at the line of exposed
bodies, kneeling so silent and still it was almost like they were frozen in
place. But unlike the others, their clothes and skin were all clean, and though
Jared could tell they’d been stretched and used before, they at least looked
properly taken care of. So he looked up at the woman and gave her his usual
business smile. “Nothing I’ve been able to find so far. Maybe you can help me
out, though.”
“I’d sure be happy to try.” She continued to smirk and stepped forward,
glancing down at her slaves for sale and back up. “I know how to find just
about anything your heart could possibly desire.”
For some reason, Jared didn’t have much of a problem believing her. So he let
his smile warm and stepped just a little closer, dropping his voice to keep
their conversation private. Sometimes it wasn’t so wise to advertise just how
much money he had to spend. “I know they’re not the most common, but I’m
looking for a virgin bitch, preferably male, younger in age, someone I can
train and polish to my perfection.”
As he’d been speaking, the woman’s eyes had widened, brightened, and Jared felt
the first flicker of hope. She looked like someone who definitely could help
him and Jared was already feeling the rush of relief. Months of searching and
he might finally be close to finding the right purchase. “Actually, as luck
would have it, I happen to have a boy in back who fits that description
perfectly. Follow me. Jeff, watch the front.”
Jared stepped around the row of slaves, nodding at the dark-haired man who
stepped around the back partition. Inside the tent was surprisingly cool, a
large fan blowing cool wind in slow arcs over the dimly lit space. Jared slid
his sunglasses up, gaze sweeping across an open cooler, a money desk, and a low
couch where a thin, pale, boy sat, legs folded beneath him, head dipped down.
“Picked him up a few months ago, part of an incredible package deal.” The woman
smirked again and crossed the room, stopping at the boy’s side and reaching out
to brush fingers through his hair. “Real obedient thing, completely untouched
even by myself or my partner out there. We figured he’d be worth holding on to
in this condition, pretty little thing. Won’t lie to you, he’s not cheap.”
“Price isn’t an issue.” Jared waved the words away dismissively and stepped
forward, eyes traveling almost eagerly down the small boy’s body. “How old is
he?”
“Fourteen, bit on the runt side I guess. He’ll grow into himself. Come on
Jensen, stand up.” The woman tapped his shoulder and stepped back, smiling when
the boy- Jensen, apparently- stood without hesitation but kept his head dipped
down. “Sweet as candy, this little one, and he’d be out the door for you today
if you can pay.”
“I said, price isn’t an issue.” Jared shot the woman a look then stepped into
Jensen’s space, curling fingers under the boy’s jaw and tilting his head up.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, watching as bright green eyes flickered up
toward his and widened slightly. Jensen was absolutely gorgeous. Jared’s eyes
flickered over his freckled nose and cheeks, his plump lips. “So very pretty.”
“Isn’t he?” The woman laughed, taking Jensen’s arm and turning him from Jared,
pressing down on his back to bend him at the waist. “And look at that ass.
He’ll be the best little bitch with the right training. Could even use him
yourself if you’re into that kind of thing, pretty sure this boy is all too
eager for his first mating.”
Jared kept his gaze on the rounded swell of flesh presented for his inspection,
mainly because the woman’s words brought a certain flush of color to his
cheeks. He didn’t need to share what he may or may not be interested in doing
with his future slave. “He really is a fine specimen.”
“Antonia, we’ve got a purchase out here,” Jeff called from the tent opening.
The woman, Antonia, turned that way for a moment then smiled up at Jared. “I’ll
give you a few minutes with him to decide. We’ll discuss prices when I return.”
Jared absently stroked his fingers over the curve of Jensen’s ass as Antonia
left the tent. Like he’d insisted twice already, the price didn’t matter to
him. There was no doubt or question in his mind now, this boy would belong to
him. “Jensen,” he murmured the name softly and stroked fingers over his smooth
skin once more. “I have a wonderful home, two very eager dogs who’ve never had
the pleasure of a human bitch. They’re going to be so excited to breed you.”
A small gasp fell from the boy and Jared smiled, looping an arm around Jensen’s
body and straightening him up. When he turned, Jared was met with those
sparkling green eyes once more, wide with something that looked a little like
excitement. “You will be my Master?” Jensen asked in a soft whisper, his hand
fluttering up to rest on Jared’s chest.
That sweet innocence was nearly too much and Jared’s smile grew. Finally, after
all the waiting, Jared was heading home with the ultimate prized position.
“Yes, Jensen, I will be your Master.”
~~
Half an hour and nearly ten thousand dollars lighter, Jared was guiding Jensen
along the outskirts of the market, keeping the slave tucked in safe at his
side. He knew others were watching them, perhaps surprised to see such a
beautiful young slave, not at all the type you would expect to find at the
average market.
Jared proudly displayed his new purchase, keeping his head held high as he
strolled out of the market place and toward the parking lot. Jensen was swift
and obedient beside him, keeping his head ducked down until Jared stopped at
his car. He smiled at the boy’s soft gasp and slipped his hand into his pocket,
pulling out a set of keys. “Yeah, this is my car. Do you know much about them?”
“It’s pretty,” Jensen whispered, hand reaching out to the shiny silver of the
Mustang then dropping. He looked up at Jared and smiled slightly, with a flash
of innocence. “I can see myself.”
“I like to keep all my possessions clean.” Jared smiled and laughed softly,
shaking his head and unlocking the doors with a press along the keypad.
“Normally, you’d ride in back. But I think right now I’d rather have you up
front with me. So climb on in.”
Jensen seemed almost eager and excited to slip onto the cool leather of the
passenger seat, squirming until he was placed directly on the middle and
waiting patient and still as Jared reached in and extended the seat belt across
his body. “Good boy,” he murmured, lips pressed softly to Jensen’s cheek before
he straightened up and closed the door behind him.
There was a skip to Jared’s step as he headed around to the driver’s side.
Sure, he had his work cut out for him in preparing the never-before touched
boy, but it was going to be completely worth it. And Jared had all the items he
would need for the task waiting for him at home.
~~
Jensen was quiet along the drive, as Jared had suspected he would be. Mostly he
kept his gaze fixed out the window, watching with what could be called a quiet
sort of awe that made Jared smile on instinct. Even if the boy wasn’t
beautiful, Jared could find a certain sense of pleasure and joy simply from
watching him.
When they finally reached the end of his long drive way and pulled to a stop in
front of his house, Jensen gasped. “This is your home?”
“And yours, now.” Jared confirmed with another small laugh, reaching out to
stroke fingers through Jensen’s hair as Antonia had before. “Come on, I’ve got
a lot of things to show you.”
Jared climbed out of the car and by the time he’d made it to the other side
Jensen was there waiting, head tilted up toward the house, lips slightly parted
as he continued to stare. It was enough to make Jared chuckle again and rest
his hand on the boy’s shoulder, gently nudging him forward and leading him
inside. At least he could understand why the house would seem so large to
Jensen, but two floors wasn’t all that unusual; Jared had simply been lucky in
the financial department lately.
Jensen’s steps faltered as they step inside the house, his shoulders stiffening
slightly, and Jared considered him quietly. “The dogs are out back, they can be
a little much all at once until you get used to them. Let’s go talk in the
kitchen. Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, Master,” Jensen said quietly, his awe apparently tucked away as he
realized his place in this new home.
“I’d like you to call me Jared.” With a still lingering smile, Jared led Jensen
down the hall into the kitchen, gesturing to a stool tucked under the counter.
“At least when we’re out of the bedroom. We’re going to be sharing a home, and
though you’ve been purchased to please my dogs, we’ll end up being companions
in some way.”
“Okay, Jared.” Jensen smiled slightly with the name and shifted on the stool,
laying his hands on the counter in front of him. “May I ask about them? Your
dogs?”
“Of course.” Jared offered Jensen a glass of water a few moments later, leaning
on the counter beside him and watching as the boy tried not to look around
curiously. “I have three, but one is female. She, Sadie, will occasionally
allow Harley or Charlie to have a go with her but not without a bit of a fight
first. Harley is clearly the alpha of the three, you’ll primarily be his bitch
and we’ll just see if he feels like sharing you with his brother or not.”
The slightest red tinge had crawled up Jensen’s neck as Jared spoke, staining
his cheeks, flushing all the way up to his ears. Jared wasn’t entirely sure
what to make of the response, or the way the boy’s fingers curled around his
glass, until he shifted closer and noticed the swelling of fabric around the
slave’s crotch.
It was enough to have that same type of heat flare in Jared and he wet his
lips, dragging a thumb down Jensen’s jaw. “So, this really does excite you?
Antonia suggested it was something you were eager for but... well, that’s very
pleasing. I would have been alright with you simply being pretty to look at,
enjoyable to watch being bred by my dogs, but to know you’re going to get off
on it as well makes me very, very happy.”
“I’m... glad, Jared,” Jensen nearly breathed the words, his voice thick with
his obviously heightening desire. “I’ve wanted, for so long. And I knew my time
would come. My perfect Master would come for me.”
Jared’s smile softened as Jensen looked up at him, giving him a warm smile in
return. He liked this Jensen more than the silent, one hundred percent obedient
slave in the tent pre-sale. Before they’d left, Antonia had taken him aside and
insisted Jensen could be shaped and molded however Jared preferred. Really,
excluding the perfect Jared was planning on making him, he wanted Jensen to
develop his own attitude and personality. He didn’t want a mindless lump of
human sitting in the corner and withering like some pathetic creature.
“Should I not have said that?” Jensen asked after a few minutes when Jared
failed to answer. Something like panic was beginning to dance along his eyes
and he shifted back, moving to stand as if he realized sitting while his Master
wasn’t would be considered rude. “I’m sorry I-”
“Wait.” Jared held up his hand, stifling a laugh when Jensen nearly jumped.
“Sorry, I spaced a bit there. Jensen, it’s important you know you can say
whatever you’d like. Well, within reason. I can’t say I’ll be very patient if
you decide to insult me.” Jared grinned and curled his fingers around the back
of Jensen’s neck, dragging him forward. “But I would like you to tell me when
you need things, what you like, what you don’t like. I’ve no desire for this to
be forced on you, despite what you are. I can already tell you’ve spent quite a
bit of time imagining doggie dick fucking into you.”
The words were spoken against Jensen’s ear as Jared held him close, his free
hand sliding down between them and rubbing that hardening flesh under Jensen’s
clothing. “Yes,” Jensen gasped, curving up into the heat of Jared, fingers
clutching around his arms. “They, my breeders. They spoke of it to me, as far
back as I can remember. And I watched... so many others getting bred. I wanted
that. Want it. Please?”
“Thought we might take the afternoon to get to know each other,” Jared chuckled
softly and pulled back an inch, looking down at Jensen. “But I guess we have
time for that. Let’s get started on your training.”
Jensen’s eyes were practically sparkling with excitement and he followed Jared
out of the kitchen easily, leaning just slightly back into the hand on his back
as they moved up the stairs to the master bedroom. Something about Jensen’s
eagerness made the heat simmering in Jared notch up to a boil. It’d be so easy
to toss Jensen down on his bed, do whatever he wanted to the boy - and maybe he
would, sometime in the near future - but he couldn’t lose sight of what he’d
purchased the boy for.
So he led him down the hall away from his room and to the one he’d planned on
using for all matings. It would most likely end up Jensen’s room, unless the
desire to have the boy near him through the night was too much to bother
ignoring. There might be rules that some people would frown on him ignoring but
who would know? And, for that matter, who would dare question him on it?
“This will be your room, for the most part,” Jared explained as he pushed the
door open, stepping aside to let Jensen wander in and look around. “We can
decorate or change things when you’re all settled in. I’d like it to be your
space, when you need it, but of course I’ll never want you to close out Harley
or myself. We could need you at any time.”
“I would never do that. Close either of you out.” Jensen gave Jared a smile
over his shoulder, fingers trailing over the edge of his dresser. “All I want
is to please Harley, and you, and whoever else you might want me to please.”
The suggestion alone was enough to have Jared flashing through waves of
possessive heat. He had no intentions of lending Jensen out to anyone. Already
he was dead set on the boy being the perfect bitch for his dogs and himself and
that was the only important thing. Apparently somewhere along the lines Jared
had gotten a little too enthralled with the prospect of taking his turn with
the slave. A family pet, if you will.
“Good,” Jared finally managed to murmur, already knowing Jensen tended to get a
bit twitchy if Jared didn’t vocally reassure him. He was going to have to work
on that. “Remove your clothing, Jensen, and get on the bed. Lay on your back.”
Jensen wasted no time in complying, instantly sliding out of his clothing and
moving to the bed. Jared had barely pulled in a breath and the boy was already
laying in the middle of the mattress, his legs spread wide, cock swollen and
leaking, curved up to his abs. “Damn, baby, I didn’t even have to do anything,”
Jared laughed softly as he shook his head and crossed to the dresser, tugging
open the top drawer. “This will be where all the toys are kept, in case I ask
you to grab us one.”
“I’m eager for the training,” Jensen said breathlessly, pushing up onto his
elbows so he could watch Jared. “I’ve seen many of the toys before, which one
will be using today?”
“It’s an inflatable dog dildo, to prepare you for Harley. I’m not entirely sure
it will be big enough but well, it will do the trick.” Jared pulled the light
pink silicone dildo from the drawer, free hand curling around the inflation
bulb.
“When will you bring him in here?” Jensen’s words hitched with the catch of
excitement, his tongue sliding over his lips as he watched Jared approach and
drop the toy at the foot of the mattress, a bottle of slick all-natural lube
beside it.
Jared could tell Jensen was itching to reach out for the toy, his cock
twitching in interest, but when the boy simply stayed in place Jared grinned.
it was good to know Jensen truly was as obedient as he’d seemed, even if he was
obviously eager for more. “Soon. When I think you’re ready. It’s been a long
time since Harley had a proper bitch, he’s not going to want to waste any time
in claiming you.”
“I’m excited,” Jensen confided in a soft whisper, legs bending as he pressed
his feet into the mattress and lifted his hips slightly up. “Should I use those
on myself? To get ready?”
“No. I’ll be preparing you.” Jared could appreciate Jensen’s enthusiasm, it was
weirdly adorable actually, but he wasn’t going to rush through the first
initial preparation with Jensen. “In the future, I may have you prepare
yourself first thing in the morning. It’s hard to say how often Harley will
want to take you. He gets pretty obsessed with new toys.”
Kneeling against the edge of the bed, Jared used one hand to tug Jensen closer
and the other to grasp the bottle of lube once more, flicking it open with his
thumb. Jensen was lifting his hips once more and Jared could see the dark,
tight pucker of never-before touched skin. The thought alone made him swallow
thickly and shift closer, leaning over Jensen and letting his hand drift down
to that silky entrance.
“Kiss me,” Jared didn’t mean to hiss the words, he didn’t really mean to ask
for it at all, but Jensen’s bite-swollen lips were a little impossible to
resist. His fingertip circled Jensen’s hole slowly and his lips twitched into a
smile when Jensen moaned softly and pushed up.
Thin arms hooked around his neck, tightening the moment before their lips met
in the first slow slide. However inexperienced Jensen may have been, it seemed
like kissing came naturally to the boy. Maybe he’d been educated not only in
pleasing dogs but their Masters as well. His tongue was instantly sliding
forward, sweeping over Jared’s lower lip, pressing in to seek out more heat,
pulling a slightly surprised moan from Jared. He couldn’t have been prepared
for those small lips moving so confidently against his own, like Jensen was
absolutely sure this kissing thing was a natural-born skill.
It surprised Jared enough to have him seeking the upper hand once more. In one
swift movement he slid his finger the full length inside of Jensen, pushing
past muscles as they tightened and clamped down around him. Jensen fell away
from the kiss, spine curving as he rolled down onto the intrusion and moaned.
“Oh, Master, good. It’s...very good.”
Jared licked the taste of Jensen from his lips and shifted back, watching as
his finger slid with surprising ease out of Jensen and back in. The slave’s
body moved with him, rocking back to meet the slow thrust, and Jared couldn’t
resist adding a second finger. There was something very addictive about the way
Jensen moved, squirming and writhing, stilling only long enough to adjust to
the initial press of the second finger sliding deep within him.
“Master,” Jensen gasped, his legs spreading impossibly wider as his hips rolled
back down into the stretch and burn. “More. I can take it. Please?”
“Eager little thing, aren’t ya?” Jared laughed softly and twisted his fingers,
circling slowly and spreading further apart. Beneath him Jensen stilled, his
lips parted, eyes wide as he stared up at Jared. Jared thought it might have
finally started to reach a point of some pain for Jensen, a stretch he hadn’t
quite anticipated. He’d honestly expected it sooner and was impressed with how
much Jensen could willingly take already. “Does it hurt?”
Jensen pursed his lips, looking up at Jared then away, clearly not wanting to
voice any complaints no matter what Jared had said before. “It feels...
different,” Jensen murmured, catching his lower lip under his teeth and rolling
it slowly.
Jared shifted to free one hand, brushing the tips over the drops of sweat
beading on Jensen’s temple. “We’ll build up your tolerance. After I get you
nicely stretched today I’m going to put a plug in you, so you’ll stay nice and
stretched.”
“No Har-” Jensen cut off on a moan when Jared’s fingers moved deep and rolled
slowly over his prostate, sending a shudder through the small boy’s frame. “No
Harley?”
“Not right this minute, no.” Jared smiled almost indulgently down at his eager
slave, working the lube in slow circles along the inside of him. “As much as I
want to see you stuffed to the brim with doggie dick, if you’re injured we’ll
have to take a break for a few days and that’s the very last thing I want.”
“No break.” Another gasp and Jensen was once more rolling down into each
sweeping pass of Jared’s fingers, apparently already adjusted to the stretch
and burn and searching for the next push at his newly stretched muscles. “More,
please, Master.”
Jared smirked and shook his head but he drew his fingers back and added a
third, moving much slower on the next glide up into still-tight muscle. He knew
he was working the boy further apart, stretching him open, but Jensen still
felt so impossibly tight. It was enough to make Jared’s cock press painfully
against the front of his jeans. “I really love hearing you beg.”
Jensen gave him a brief smile, the action flickering away as Jared shoved all
three fingers fully up in him, shifting to press against that pleasure spot
once more. The slight glossy part of Jensen’s lips was damn near sinful and
Jared shifted his lust-hazed gaze between that and the place his three fingers
disappeared inside the boy, previously white creamy skin now slightly puffy and
red with use. “So pretty,” he moaned softly, shifting to rub his palm hard
against his crotch.
“Let me,” Jensen moaned and reached out, trailing his hand down Jared’s shirt.
“I want to touch you. May I, Master?”
“Soon, baby, soon.” Jared dipped in for another slow kiss, spreading his
fingers in slow stretches inside the boy. “How does it feel now? Any pain or
discomfort?”
“No. I mean, a little. It feels... just full. Very full. You have very big
fingers. Well, very big everything.” Jensen giggled at that and looked down at
Jared’s crotch with wide eyes, making his meaning impossible to misinterpret.
Jared laughed and nodded. “You’re kind of deliciously adorable, Jensen. I’m
fairly certain it might be a lethal quality of yours.”
Before Jensen could answer further Jared spread his fingers wide, drawing a
sharp gasp from the boy and another hip swivel down. It nearly pulled all the
air from Jared’s lungs and he couldn’t resist exploding into movement. His
fingers pulled free of tight heat, body half falling on Jensen to crush their
lips together. The kiss was deep, Jared’s tongue sweeping out to taste every
inch of Jensen’s mouth, swallowing up the muffled moan falling from the boy.
As he continued to distract the boy with the deep kiss, his hands fumbled over
the pink silicone, slicking the rest of the lube onto the smooth surface. He
was pretty sure Jensen would be able to take it all easily with the knot still
deflated, but he wouldn’t push for more at the moment. After all, if he had his
way he’d be working this ass with fingers and toys more than once that night.
His tongue drew back just as he slid the toy forward and Jared pushed up to
watch Jensen’s expression as he slid the lengthy toy fully up into the boy,
stopping just at the beginning swell of the deflated knot. Jensen’s eyes were
closed, his lips even more swollen than before and parted, moving just barely
with each deep shaky breath he inhaled. The flush along his cheeks grew deeper,
richer, and Jared twisted the toy slowly as he pressed the curve of the
deflated knot all the way in.
“Oh, god,” Jensen gasped, one hand curling into the blanket beneath him, body
rolling slowly down to each barely-there move Jared made. “It keeps- you keep,
Master, that spot. You keep hitting... the spot and I-”
A low keen started somewhere in the back of Jensen’s throat and Jared watched
with rapidly widening eyes as the boy’s body arched off the bed, heels dug into
the mattress, and came. The release was so sudden, hot splashes of come coating
Jensen’s body, echoing the higher pitched moans leaving the boy, and Jared
couldn’t decide what was hotter: the noises leaving his slave’s lips or the
fact that he’d come without being touched, with only the feel of a dog dildo
shoved up in him.
“Jesus Christ,” Jared groaned, working the dildo in a few more slow twists
before dragging out. He needed relief so bad it was nearly killing him, which
was likely why he was in movement before he’d even sucked in another breath.
Jensen was still panting, forearm draped over his brow, but Jared slid back
easily, kicking out of his jeans and briefs and crawling back onto the mattress
at Jensen’s shoulder. It barely took a moment for the boy to drop his arm and
turn to Jared, his gaze dragging with purpose down to the swollen curve of
Jared’s hard flesh. “Master? May I touch you know?”
“Yes, Jensen, please.” Jared knew his breath sounded thready, hoarse, but his
body was already moving toward the heat of Jensen’s body and he couldn’t bring
himself to wait any longer. “You haven’t touched another person at all,
correct?”
“Never anyone. Antonia spoke with me about it, whenever she pleasured Jeff.”
Jensen gave Jared a brief smile then shifted up to his knees, reaching out to
curl his fingers around Jared’s cock and stroke slowly. “I would like to suck
your cock as well, Master. May I taste you?”
Jared groaned and slid his fingers through Jensen’s hair, dipping his head in a
slow nod. “Yes, Jensen. I would like that very much.” He couldn’t help guiding
Jensen forward, almost desperate to get the heat of the boy’s mouth around his
skin. He wouldn’t last long but by this point he didn’t care.
Just as he had been with his kissing, Jensen was eager and oddly confident
about wrapping his lips around Jared’s cock, sinking slowly down over him. The
silky heat was vice tight, pulling at Jared, short little thrusts driving him
steadily deeper into Jensen’s mouth. Jared’s fingers dug harder into Jensen’s
hair, his head falling back as pleasure curled through him and Jensen’s moan
sent the tightest vibration against his skin.
“Fuck, Jensen,” Jared groaned, working just a little deeper, fingers combing
through Jensen’s hair as the boy worked to swallow him deeper, take him in
further. “Always so eager,” Jared murmured, dropping his head in a slow roll
just to watch his cock slide between the swollen flush of Jensen’s lips. “God,
you’re gonna look so pretty stuffed full on both ends. Would you like that
Jensen? Harley breeding you while I fuck into your mouth? I bet you’d be just
as eager for that too.”
Once more Jensen moaned around him and that was Jared’s undoing. The sparks of
his release slid through him and Jared moaned low in his throat, using what
little control he had left to keep from thrusting hard into Jensen’s mouth. He
could feel the boy’s throat working around him as he swallowed, not pulling
back or showing any signs of discomfort. It was almost enough to blow Jared’s
mind all over again.
Instead he pulled free of the silky heat, dropping back to slump on the bed and
half drag Jensen toward him. His fingers stroked down Jensen’s side, sweeping
along the swell of his ass. Dipping forward, he let his nose brush through
Jensen’s hair, drawing in the scent of the boy. “How are you feeling?”
“Good... Jared.” Jensen hesitated on the name then smiled up at Jared, letting
his own hand rest on Jared’s shirt. “This was a good first training session? I
know I didn’t take the full knot but I-”
“I didn’t intend you to take the full knot on your first go. We’ll build up to
it. Now, I’m going to show you how to properly clean yourself after a session
and then it will be time to meet the dogs.” Jared pressed his lips to Jensen’s
temple for a moment before rolling off the bed, bending to easily scoop the boy
up and carry him out of the room.
~~
“Ready?” Jared hesitated with his hand on the doorknob, glancing out the window
at his three dogs laying together in the grass before turning back to Jensen
with a warm smile.
The slave was wearing his loose sweat pants from before but one of Jared’s old
t-shirts, the material so big it extended halfway past the middle of his
thighs. It was enough to spark that heat in Jared all over again but he was
currently trying to ignore it, considering the importance of this meeting of
his family and Jensen, or well, the important members of his family that was.
“Yes.” Jensen nodded and let his arms drop to his sides, ceasing his fiddling
with the too large t-shirt. He stood perfectly still, obviously knowing the
best way to let the dog’s sniff and assess him.
Jared continued to smile even as he shook his head and turned back to the door,
flicking the lock free. That was all it took to have all three dogs up and
running his way, jumping over their water and food dishes and pushing up
against the door with excited yaps. Jared wasn’t entirely sure he was ready for
this. He knew his dogs would never hurt Jensen, they’d be more curious than
anything, but all three excited and eager was almost too much for his sanity.
“Alright, here we go,” Jared mumbled under his breath before tugging the door
open, stepping back to let the dogs bound in. As he’d expected, Harley and
Charlie instantly bounced over to Jensen, sniffing him eagerly up and down,
while Sadie came over to Jared, savoring the opportunity to have all his
attention.
Jared knelt and rubbed his fingers through the dog’s fur, ruffling behind her
ears for a long moment before looking back up to ensure Jensen was handling
things properly. The boy clearly had been trained. His hands were lifted, palms
up for the dogs to inspect, and he didn’t so much as flinch as Harley nosed his
crotch with force, huffing out an audible breath. It wasn’t like Harley could
magically know what Jensen was to be for him but Jared wasn’t all that
surprised to see his dog already interested.
“They like you,” Jared said softly, pushing back up to his feet and crossing to
Jensen. “Aren’t they gorgeous dogs?”
“They are.” Jensen nodded, finally turning his hand and letting his fingers
move through Harley’s fur. He smiled down at the dogs for a long moment before
turning his gaze up, meeting Jared’s gaze. “I want them to know I belong to
them too. I know you would like me to wait, I understand, but maybe...”
“You’d like them to lay some claim now?” Jared watched Jensen carefully, trying
to determine if the boy was overcompensating somehow. Not that he wasn’t fully
planning on Jensen fulfilling his duty as a human bitch, but he didn’t want to
rush the process or the boy. He didn’t need a broken slave so soon after
purchasing him. And maybe, some part of him didn’t want Jensen injured in any
way.
“Yes. If, if it would please you, Jared, and if it would please Harley and
Charlie. Sadie too, if she’d like. Whatever you would like.” Jensen continued
to stroke his fingers through Harley’s fur, a smile lingering on his lips.
“What would you do? If I let you choose?” Jared asked quietly, walking around
the boy until he could press up against his back.
Jensen leaned just slightly against him, his fingers moving to Harley’s mouth
as the dog’s tongue extended and lapped over the digits. “I should speak
bluntly?”
“Yes.” Jared was practically whispering the word but he couldn’t help it. There
was something about the aura Jensen was giving off, the combination of sex and
innocence and something dirty Jared couldn’t begin to name. It was unsettling
and possibly the fucking hottest thing that Jared had ever witnessed. And
nothing was even happening yet.
“I want to sit on your lap without clothing.” Jensen kept his head down, his
gaze on the dogs, but he moved back against Jared with each word like his body
couldn’t resist the pull. “Then, you can hold my legs up and the dogs can smell
me and taste me. That’s how they would get to know any new member of their
pack. They should be allowed to do the same to me.”
“Fuck.” Jared’s hand landed hard on Jensen’s shoulder, curling fingers down
into the thin bone as he rode out the swell of pleasure. Jensen sounded so
matter of fact about things when all Jared could feel was the heat at the
suggestion alone.
Without another word he guided the boy through the living room, dropping down
onto the middle of the couch and slumping back. Jensen stood before him for a
long moment until Jared dipped his head in a slow nod and laid his hand on his
lap, giving Jensen silent permission to go through with his suggestion. Jared
wasn’t entirely certain he’d actually survive witnessing something like this
and no, he hadn’t considered until that moment just how much he’d be involved
with his dogs and their new bitch. Honestly, this purchase had been for them;
Jensen was just clearly impossible to resist.
Once more Jensen’s fingers were ghosting through the dog’s fur. Over Harley’s
head, down his back, across his tail. Then over to Charlie’s similarly light
coat, giving just as much attention to the gentle caress. Jared smiled softly
as Jensen took the time to pet Sadie as well, not leaving her out of the
touches, focusing in on her just as he had the two boys before. Then Jensen was
stepping back, slipping his sweats off easily and backing into the vee of
Jared’s legs.
The boy was already hard again, which didn’t surprise Jared, though their trip
to the bathroom to clean up before had led Jensen to a second orgasm. Something
about the privilege of youth or maybe Jensen had simply been waiting too long.
Jared was fairly sure if he asked, Jensen would say he hadn’t even been allowed
to get himself off before and that had to lead up to an assortment of pent up
sexual frustrations.
Jared didn’t have much spare brain power to think in the next moment as Jensen
slid up onto his lap, practically sprawling out on his body, legs hooking over
Jared’s and exposing himself easily to the dogs. It was a true test, Jared
supposed, of whether Jensen could handle the dogs being intimately acquainted
with him in that way. Any last little signs of hesitation from the boy he
expected to appear then, or at least some true sign of nervousness.
Instead, true to Jensen’s upbringing as a human bitch, the boy didn’t shy away
or flinch as Harley finally grew curious enough to sniff along the inside of
his thigh. Instead Jensen stayed in place, letting Harley sniff as much as he
wanted, knowing the alpha of their little dog pack would need to completely
approve of the newcomer before anything else would be allowed.
It barely took a minute for Harley to decide he was completely okay with
Jensen. Jared tilted his head down to watch the dog’s tongue drag along
Jensen’s thigh, over his balls a moment later, and the boy rocked up into the
touch, his breath hitching. Jared laid his hand flat on Jensen’s chest to keep
him somewhat steady, and his free hand drifted down to stroke over Jensen’s
cock, lifting it so Harley’s questing tongue could sweep along the forming drop
of pre-come.
“He likes you,” Jared said against Jensen’s ear, swallowing a moan when the
boy’s ass rolled across his hardening cock, the friction of his jeans rapidly
becoming unbearable. “I think he’s already figuring out exactly what you are.
His bitch, already spreading for him and everything.”
Jensen moaned and shifted to spread his legs a little wider, rolling down just
enough that his still slightly puffy hole was completely exposed. His hands
curled around Jared’s arm, holding on and tightening when Harley lapped along
the entrance, seeking out the salty sweet from the all natural soap Jared had
made the boy use before.
It didn’t take long for Charlie to get just as curious and Jared had to shift
his legs further apart as well, making room for both dogs to press forward with
curious sniffs and licks. Their interest was obviously piqued and Jared took a
moment to marvel at how smart Jensen had been in suggesting their sitting
arrangement. He was too high up for either dog to attempt to mount but their
opinions of their newcomer were clearly showing.
Jared worked Jensen’s cock in steady strokes, pausing every few to allow either
dog a taste of the boy’s flesh. Jensen continued his breathy soft moans, his
body squirming with just enough force that Jared was once more questioning his
ability to hold out on the urge to bend Jensen over and fuck into him the way
he wanted. After several long moments of the alternating strokes and licks he
dropped his hand lower, working the saliva around Jensen’s hole and slipping
his finger inside.
It had been the right decision to hold off on the plug before, if only because
it made it so much easier to work his other hand down and pull at Jensen’s
muscles, spreading him wide enough for Harley’s tongue to eagerly quest forward
into the tight heat. Jensen’s answering moan was deeper than Jared had heard
before and the roll of his body was sharp enough that he momentarily worried
the boy would fall right off him.
Instead, he simply bore down onto Harley’s tongue, sucking in quick breaths,
arching up as his pleasure increased. And then, just like before, Jensen was
coming, Charlie’s tongue gliding across his cock the only real friction he had.
The fingers on Jared’s arms tightened nearly to the point of pain but it was
worth it to tilt down enough to watch the pleasure morph Jensen’s features and
feel the boy writhing so eagerly against him.
Once Jensen’s hips had stopped jerking Jared reached out to gently nudge both
dogs back then pushed the boy up, shifting to hold him upright as the dogs
sniffed up his body and quickly lapped up the splashes of come decorating his
chest. Jensen was nearly trembling where he stood and he swayed for a moment
before straightening, leaning just slightly into Jared’s hand on his back.
When the boy was clean Jared rose as well, helping him back into his pants and
laughing when Jensen pet the top of both dog’s heads. “Well, I think it’s safe
to say they approve of their new bitch. Now let’s have some dinner and see if
they can handle waiting for just a while longer to have their turn with you.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
When Jared woke on the first morning after having purchased Jensen, he allowed
himself a long few moments to simply think over the afternoon and night before,
a slight smile on his lips as he considered the way things had gone. Jensen was
all he could have asked for in a slave and then some, clearly open to taking on
his role and enjoying it, initiating things he thought would be good for his
new role as bitch to Harley and Charlie. He’d even spent the good majority of
the evening after dinner sitting on the floor in front of the couch, all three
dogs curled beside him and between his legs, his fingers constantly moving
through their fur.
Jared thought sometime in the future he’d allow the dogs to sleep in Jensen’s
room with him if he liked but for now they stayed in his room like usual and
the moment Jared shifted upright they were off the bed and out the door. He
laughed softly and tugged on a worn shirt, scratching along his boxers as he
headed down the hall.
The dogs were bouncing around in the kitchen; Jared could hear their nails
clacking on the hardwood floor, and his own steps drew to a halt as he came
around the corner and found Jensen simply standing there. The boy was in the
same large overshirt Jared had lent him to sleep in and well, he was looking
more than a little lost.
It was such a stark contrast to the boy that had writhed in his lap the day
before as his dogs licked him open that Jared was momentarily at a loss. “Good
morning, Jensen,” Jared said softly and stepped close, sweeping his hand
through the boy’s hair. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes,” Jensen said quickly, nodding and looking up at Jared with a small smile.
His fingers moved through Harley’s fur and his gaze dropped. “Yes, Jared, I am.
Thank you. How are you?”
“I’m okay.” Jared laughed and let his hand drift down, palm sliding up under
Jensen’s shirt and ghosting over his bare ass for a moment before he turned and
headed further into the kitchen. “You slept okay?”
“Very well, thank you.” Jensen nodded and shifted to face Jared as he moved,
that familiar flush crawling up his cheeks once more. “And you? You slept well
too?”
“Yeah, I did.” Jared paused with his hand on the coffee pot, turning to look
over his shoulder at the boy. “You’re being a little weird. You know that,
right?”
“Oh, um.” Jensen’s teeth clamped down hard on his lip his arms sliding over his
chest. “I just, wasn’t entirely sure what I should be doing... right now. You
didn’t tell me about food, where mine would be kept. Sorry, Jared, I can try
and be less... weird?”
Jared blew out a slow breath and set the coffee pot completely down, rubbing
once over the back of his neck before turning to the boy and smiling softly.
“Your food won’t be kept anywhere special. You’re just going to eat what I eat,
okay? If you want something before I’m up, you can make whatever. But you can
wait for me too if you want. Jensen, you understand what I said about things
yesterday, right? I don’t want some mindless drone sitting around waiting to be
fucked.”
“I know.” That flush was back on Jensen’s cheeks and his eyes widened as he
stared at Jared then looked away quickly. “I mean, I did understand, what you
said Jared. I don’t want to be a mindless drone. But I’m not... very smart.
About anything. Well, I am about my position. I know how to physically please
Harley and Charlie, Sadie if you’d like me too, and yourself, but that’s it.”
There was something like panic growing in Jensen’s eyes and Jared’s heart
clenched for a painful moment. He was too pathetically gone for this boy
already. “You know how I’ve been training you already? With the toys? You’re
learning how to be someone more than a mindless drone, every time we talk or
you laugh or smile. So don’t worry about it, everything will come with time.
Okay?”
Relief washed over Jensen’s features and his shoulders slumped slightly. “Okay,
Jared. I trust you. Are we eating breakfast now?”
“Yeah.” Jared chuckled softly and nodded, turning back to the coffee pot and
gesturing toward the pantry. “The dog food is in there. Why don’t you fill
those three bowls down on the ground there while I make us something.”
It seemed Jensen felt even better with the order, judging from the slight skip
to his step as he easily went about filling all three dogs’ bowls and speaking
quietly to them. Jared couldn’t help smiling as he pulled eggs from the fridge,
going through the motions of preparing food for two people surprisingly easy
for someone who didn’t have people stay over very often. And even more rarely
those who stayed over breakfast.
Ten minutes later he dropped down into his chair, sipping happily from his
coffee and leaning forward to tuck into his eggs. It wasn’t really so bad
having another person around constantly, especially someone that was smart
enough to not pester him too much before Jared had finished his coffee. But any
sort of peace Jared was honing in on was cut short when he looked over at the
boy who was simply sitting in place, staring down at his eggs with wide eyes.
“You don’t like eggs?” Jared ventured a guess, small smile on his lips. Maybe
he didn’t mind not having a quiet peaceful breakfast like usual.
“I do.” Jensen looked sharply up at him then away, reaching out quickly to grab
his fork.
Jared watched him book at the fluffy yellow for a few moments then laughed and
sat back in his chair. “I don’t think they’re gonna bite.”
“I’m not used to this,” Jensen muttered, rubbing at his reddening cheek with
his free hand. “The whole um, sitting at the table, eating meals thing.”
Brow arching, Jared sat forward once more and sipped from his coffee. Every
time he thought he had Jensen figured out, the boy surprised him once more. “We
ate dinner last night together.”
“Pizza. On the couch. There was no silverware and it was all very casual. I
feel like... I have no manners for this.” Jensen sighed heavily and set his
fork back down, dropping his hands into his lap and looking up at Jared. “I
don’t want to disappoint you.”
“I don’t think the way you eat your eggs will disappoint me at all.” Jared
laughed, loud and full, but the noise faded out within moments when Jensen only
seemed to shrink in on himself, nervous and unsure to a point Jared hadn’t seen
yet. Sighing, Jared pushed a hand back through his hair then let it drop on
Jensen’s shoulder, squeezing softly. “Jensen, relax, please. You are perfectly
fine. If you do happen to do something displeasing, I’ll let you know, alright?
So stop stressing about it.”
“Jared.” The breathy gasp of his name from Jensen’s lips was enough to have
Jared freezing, his hand settling to rest on the boy’s arm, tense for the
moment as he waited for what would come next. “Thank you. For... everything.
You’ve been such a wonderful Master for me, better than I could possibly have
hoped for. I will be the best slave, I promise it.”
Jared’s smile softened and he dragged his fingertips over Jensen’s jaw,
stroking slowly down. “I believe it.”
~~
Beneath him the boy’s skin was flushed from head to toe, limbs in movement as
he squirmed along the dark blanket. Jared’s hair hung in his face, puffing up
with every slow exhale as he stared down at his slave. The muscles along his
arm were starting to tremble slightly but he couldn’t really be bothered to
care when every slow push forward and even slower pull back brought small
whimpers from Jensen’s swollen parted lips.
“Jensen?” Jared said the boy’s name for maybe the fifth time, lips quirking in
a soft smile. The further Jared pushed things, the more out of it the boy
seemed to be. It was incredibly hot to watch.
“Master,” Jensen gasped, rolling his hips down to meet the steady glide of the
silicone toy back inside him. His hand dropped down to Jared’s arm, fingers
curling over his skin. “More. Please, more.”
“I’m going to inflate the knot now.” It was easy for Jared to keep his soothing
tone, free hand stroking slowly over Jensen’s temple as the other curled around
the bulb to inflate the knot. The real test for him would be whether he could
remain slow, give Jensen time to adjust to each new level of fullness.
But Jensen was ready for this. He’d been begging for it since the afternoon
before, really,during the entire course of that morning as he knelt on Jared’s
lap, ass exposed for the dogs once more, mouth sealed over Jared’s achingly
hard cock. Every time he’d come up for air he’d been asking to be trained
further, made ready for Harley to fuck him, and Jared just didn’t have much
more patience.
Each squeeze of the bulb inflated the knot further, spreading Jensen wider,
working his muscles past the point Jared had stretched before. He hesitated
then, as Jensen stilled and sucked in a deep breath, sinking back into the
stretch, the low burn. Jared watched as the boy dragged his lower lip between
his teeth and rolled his body down onto the toy, eager for more already.
“You know one thing I love about you?” Jared asked quietly, squeezing the bulb
to inflate the knot to its maximum. “You really fucking want this, you’re
pleading and begging for more, yet you look up at me with these wide, innocent
eyes. You’re all these things wrapped up in one bundle I didn’t even know I
wanted.”
“Master,” the boy moaned, his eyes fluttering open so he could peer up at
Jared. “Will... can you kiss me? Master? Please?”
“Like that,” Jared groaned but he couldn’t hold off a smile and he sank down to
seal his lips over Jensen’s in a surprisingly soft kiss. “Too innocent,” Jared
whispered into the kiss and twisted the base of the dildo, driving it just a
little further up into Jensen until the boy cried out and arched up off the
bed.
Jensen’s nails slid up through Jared’s hair, scraping along his scalp and
pulling a deep moan from Jared. It was getting to the point that he wasn’t
entirely sure how he’d resist fucking into Jensen the way he wanted. The only
thing really holding him back was the last little shreds of logic in his mind
that kept reminding him of the reason Jensen was purchased. Even if the boy was
likely to become more of the family bitch, so to speak.
“Are you going to come again without being touched?” Jared asked in a low
murmur, letting his lips roam over Jensen’s skin as he just barely twisted the
dildo within him. “Seems to me all you really want is to be filled; you’d
probably let Harley claim you, then Charlie, without even taking a break. Do
you know what that means, Jensen?”
The boy whimpered and squirmed on the bed, rocking down for more friction and
clutching tighter to Jared’s hair. “W-what, Master?”
“It means, Jensen, that you’re a very good bitch.” Jared let the base of his
palm press just a little harder along the silicone and the toy slid an inch
deeper, bringing Jensen’s body up off the bed. And just as he’d expected, that
was all it took. Maybe Jared’s words added to the pleasure but the boy moaned
and held tight to Jared’s hair as his orgasm shook through him.
It never got old to watch, never got old to know he was the one to get Jensen
there, and Jared was definitely resolutely ignoring just how much he was
enjoying this power. Jensen was just a slave; Jared had no fantasies about this
being his forever perfection or something. He was a human bitch, his dog’s fuck
toy, and Jared was simply preparing him to spare the boy injury.
Then Jensen’s hand was sliding under his sweats and Jared hadn’t even removed
the toy from the slave yet. Thinking could wait.
~~
Jared woke halfway through the night when his bed shifted. He rolled along the
mattress, fully intending to tell the dogs to quit moving or get out- because
obviously they’d understand him. Instead of the great mass of fur he expected
to feel as he reached out, his arm curled around a thin waist and worn cotton.
Eyes slowly opening, Jared caught a flash of green before it disappeared with
Jensen’s rapid blink. “Problem?” He grunted, voice thick with gritty sleep.
“Can I sleep in here?” Jensen asked in a rush, barely loud enough to hear.
“It’s just... lonely, in my room. I wanted to be with you all.”
It was late and Jared was tired- it was very wearing to train a new slave after
all, and once Jensen had warmed up a bit to some normalities, he’d had so many
questions. This was the logic Jared was planning on using in the morning to
justify why he didn’t stick with the rules that he knew he should. Jensen
shouldn’t be allowed to come into his bed whenever he wanted; it should be a
reward, when Jared felt he truly deserved it.
Still, his arm slid further around Jensen’s middle and he dragged the boy
forward, holding Jensen’s small frame against his chest. When he dipped
forward, his nose slid through Jensen’s hair and it sparked something weird and
warm in his chest when he realized just how much the slave smelled like home,
familiar things, like he already belonged. This was all heading toward bad
things, Jared was pretty sure of it.
“Thank you,” Jensen breathed in relief, slipping his leg between Jared’s and
tucking closer to him. His head came to rest on Jared’s chest and each time he
breathed out, warm air painted Jared’s skin.
“Shh, I’m sleeping,” Jared muttered, because it was easier than saying, I want
you here.
~~
“Please, Master.” The slow twist and arch of Jensen’s body was, by this point,
commonplace in the slave’s bedroom. Almost as common as the begging, which
seemed to be all Jensen could manage to get out when he was this worked up.
Jared looked down at the four fingers he had slowly spreading Jensen’s hole,
stretching him even if he maybe didn’t need the constant preparation any
longer. He was ready, Jared knew it, and as badly as he wanted it, he couldn’t
help wondering how things would be when Harley finally got the chance to lay
first claim. But then, at least Jared would be able to take his turn buried in
the boy, and the wait for that was nearly killing him.
So he pulled his fingers free and climbed off the edge of the bed, smiling when
Jensen whined and pushed up until he was sitting. “You’ve been whining and
begging for days, now you’re complaining because I have to leave to go get
Harley?”
Jensen’s eyes grew wide at the same time as a grin stretched across his lips.
“Really? You think I’m ready now, Master? I promise I’ll be so good, I’ll-”
“I know.” Jared cut Jensen off, laughing as he turned and headed to the door.
It wasn’t that surprising to find Harley and Charlie sitting just on the other
side, jumping up in excitement as Jared opened the door. They’d had tastes of
Jensen and they wanted him almost as badly as Jared did.
One week. One crazy intense week in which he’d had Jensen spread out over a
variety of places, always stuffed full of fingers or dog dildos or dog tongue,
and Jensen had spent nearly all of that time begging for this. Whoever had bred
and raised Jensen had done an expert job, at least when it came to his human
bitch temperament. He knew what he was made for, he wanted that, and all those
other little personality traits seemed to be developing with time.
“Charlie, stay.” Jared pressed Charlie back and shifted to the side, allowing
Harley to slip into the room and closing the door after him. It wouldn’t go
over so well if Charlie tried to pick a fight with Harley with Jensen right
there. Jared was going to have to put some thought into the best way to split
Jensen’s time evenly between the dogs, and really he hadn’t thought about that
enough before. “Come on Harley, time to fully appreciate the bitch I bought
you.”
On the bed Jensen moaned and Jared looked up, not all that surprised to find
Jensen already on his hands and knees, ass offered to the both of them. Harley
jumped onto the bed, nosing along Jensen’s ass, tongue sliding out over skin a
moment later. Jared wasn’t all that worried about this part, he knew Jensen
could handle it, and Harley was already working his hips forward, ready to be
fucking into Jensen. There was the possibility that Jared was more focused on
what would come after, when Harley was done with Jensen and Jared could take
his turn.
“God, Jensen, he can’t wait to claim you. I think he might even be as eager as
you, though I don’t really know if that’s possible.” Jared laughed softly and
moved over to kneel on the bed, reaching out for the towel and draping it over
Jensen’s back. “Remember what I’ve told you. If it hurts speak up, I don’t want
you torn up at all, got it?”
“Yes Master,” Jensen said quickly, looking over his shoulder to give Jared a
small smile. “I know you won’t let me get hurt.”
“You’re right, I never would,” Jared murmured and slid forward enough to drag
his fingers through Jensen’s silky soft hair. A soft moan fell from the boy as
Harley nosed forward, sliding his tongue between stretched muscles and easily
up into his bitch. “He’s going to take you now, Jensen, you ready for that?”
“God, yes,” Jensen gasped and dropped down onto his elbows, his ass offered up
with unsurprising ease. Jared truthfully hadn’t realized that for some slaves,
“human bitch” would go hand and hand with “blatant slut”. It was just as hot as
everything else the boy did.
Without being instructed, Harley jumped up, his legs hooking easily around
Jensen’s sides, hips already thrusting forward for purchase. Jensen moaned once
more and Jared shifted forward, reaching between them to grasp the base of
Harley’s dick and guide it into place. With the first quick snap forward Jensen
gasped loudly but he didn’t try to move away. Instead he pushed back, meeting
the sharp steady thrusts then holding still so Harley could continue to move at
his rapid pace.
Jared had seen Harley take his turn with Sadie before and knew how quick it
could be but it was completely different to watch the dog fucking hard and
sharp into Jensen. The slave was moaning on repeat, his head dipped down low,
and above him Harley panted roughly with his tongue hanging out. All the air
rushed out of Jared’s lungs as he simply watched, too consumed by the image of
the creamy skin, the relatively tiny boy so eagerly offering himself up to his
dog. Jared was fairly certain all those months of searching and waiting for the
perfect human bitch had been the best decision he ever made, outside of
purchasing Jensen that was.
On the bed Jensen’s fingers curled into the blankets, a slow tremble shaking
his form as Harley continued those jerky little forward thrusts. Jared reached
out just to trail his fingers down the fine sheen of sweet dampening Jensen’s
side, dipping below to trace along his red-flushed swollen cock before he drew
away. He didn’t want Jensen to come yet; Harley would get the boy there,
untouched as it had been so many times before.
“Master,” Jensen gasped and Jared watched as Harley’s hips stilled, just the
slightest of little thrusts as his knot began to swell. “Oh. I can... I can
feel him, Master. His knot is- oh, god.”
“Jesus.” Dragging a hand down his face, Jared moved closer, pressing a hand
down just above Harley’s tail so the dog would stay until he’d fully tied.
“You’re doing so good, Jensen, I can tell how pleased Harley is with you.
You’re his good little bitch, aren’t you? You’re gonna let him bury his knot in
you and stay there until he’s bred you completely.”
“Yes, Master,” Jensen moaned softly, not trying to move or even adjust as
Harley continued those shallow thrusts, pumping his come further into the
slave. “There’s so much. I already feel so full. I really like him breeding me,
making me so full.”
“Fuck,” Jared groaned, dropping a hand to palm over his crotch. He knew the boy
had been raised to take this, had watched this happen to others and even grown
to anticipate it, but where Jensen had gathered his innocently filthy
vocabulary was beyond him. Jared was half tempted to stuff Jensen’s mouth with
his aching hard flesh just because he didn’t want to be so far gone for this
boy that he could come from his words alone.
Harley shifted on Jensen’s body and the boy moaned, the noise morphing into a
low keen as his body rocked forward. “I’m gonna-” Jensen rocked back into
Harley, working the knot deeper within him, and came untouched onto the bed.
How the boy kept getting hotter as time went on, Jared wasn’t entirely sure.
“Jesus, Jensen, you’re so fucking hot. Can’t wait until Harley’s done with you,
I’m gonna fuck into you so hard, gonna make you come untouched all over again.”
“Master?” Jensen moaned, twisted slightly to look over his shoulder at Jared.
“You want me like that? I... I get to be your bitch as well?”
Jared closed his eyes for a moment and slid his fingers through Harley’s fur,
curling fingers over the dog’s sides to help him down and twist him around.
“Yes, Jensen, you’re very much going to be my bitch.” A smirk played across his
lips as he lifted the dog’s tail to the side, tracing around Jensen’s puffy
hole where Harley’s knot rested just inside the boy. “How are you feeling?”
“Full.” Jensen whispered, sucking in a breath so ragged Jared could hear the
slight hitch of air. “Your touch... it’s, very sensitive. Like little sparks or
something. I’ve never... it’s never been like this before.”
“You haven’t been pumped full of come before, that’s why it’s better. Are you
sore?” Jared had certainly been working Jensen’s ass quite a lot over the last
week, mostly at the boy’s insistence really, but he’d also been soaking Jensen
in warm baths and using a calming lotion over the abused skin. He needed
Jensen’s ass in prime condition, ready to be taken whenever one of them wanted.
“A little, but it’s good.” Jensen bent his body further, not moving his hips
from Harley still attached to him but laying his chest and head on the
mattress. “I like it.”
Jared moved up to the boy’s side and lifted him enough to slide beneath,
letting Jensen’s head come to rest on his thigh. “I wonder if Harley will share
you with Charlie. He’s never been very good at giving up his toys before.”
Jared smirked as he stroked fingers through Jensen’s hair. “Maybe I should
purchase a second human bitch, just so Charlie doesn’t feel left out.”
Jensen stiffened slightly, his shoulders growing tense as he drew in a slow
breath. “If that’s what you think would be best, Master.”
Head tilting to the side, Jared stared down at the top of Jensen’s golden hair,
considering his slave with a rapidly warming smile. However often the boy might
surprise him by being so fucking hot or dirty, it was good to know he wasn’t
completely unreadable. “You wouldn’t like that? If I got a second human bitch,
that would mean you belong to Harley and me alone. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t
mind sharing and I love Charlie, but I know how selfish my boy here can be.”
“Would you like the other bitch better? Would you fuck him too?” Jensen kept
his head down as he asked the questions, obviously knowing it wasn’t really his
place to question his Master on matters like this.
Jared stroked slowly down Jensen’s back, trailing over Harley’s tail for a
moment before drifting back up. “I don’t think so. Truthfully, when I went to
purchase you, I hadn’t intended to fuck you either. But then, I had no idea
you’d be such a little cock slut. You were meant to be the bitch for my dogs.”
“I’m sorry,” Jensen sighed with enough genuine remorse it made Jared laugh.
“Don’t be.” Jared shook his head, sitting up a little more when Harley suddenly
moved. He shifted forward in time to watch the deflated knot pop out of Jensen
with a trickle of come, a low whimper falling from Jensen’s lips.
Almost instantly Harley was off the bed, heading for the door, and Jared
shifted Jensen to the side enough to stand and move to let the dog out. Now
that Harley had finally been allowed to have first claim, Jared knew he could
no longer wait. There was even something oddly thrilling knowing dog come would
be slicking the way.
Blowing out a slow breath, Jared pressed the door closed once Harley had
slipped free and let his forehead rest against the wooden surface, taking just
a moment to get himself under control so he could thoroughly enjoy Jensen the
way he’d been picturing over the last week. When he turned back to the bed
Jensen was on his back, legs spread wide and open in invitation, cock already
hardening once more.
“Thinking about me fucking you?” Jared asked in a deep murmur, walking slowly
forward and leaning against the foot of the bed. His fingers moved slow and
steady over the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing at the material until
he could kick it off.
“Yes,” Jensen whispered, his eyes dropping down to Jared’s red, swollen cock
then following the lift of fabric as Jared tugged his shirt off. “I’ve been
thinking about it almost as much as I thought about Harley knotting me.”
“Is that the real reason you like to crawl into my bed at night?” Jared stroked
slowly over his cock as he slid onto the bed on his knees, inching his way
forward between Jensen’s spread legs. A flash of guilt crossed Jensen’s
features. Jared had gotten pretty good at reading the boy’s expressions, and he
dipped his head in a slow nod. “You know you’re just a human bitch, right? You
were raised to be knotted by my dogs, you were bought for them alone. You’re
not supposed to want me.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Jensen’s voice remained quiet, breathy, and he dropped his
gaze away though his legs stayed spread wide in invitation, like he couldn’t
control how badly his body wanted this, wanted to be fucked over and over
again.
“You know, I really don’t think you are.” Jared smirked and slid the rest of
the way forward, gripping Jensen’s thighs and lifting him. Before the slave
could work up any sort of response Jared lined himself and fucked forward in
one steady thrust, still warm come slicking his way until he was completely
buried in tight heat.
It was more than Jared expected, the vice-like grip instantly clamping down on
him, and Jared stilled, biting back the moan that rose up in him. Jensen didn’t
bother schooling back his noises, already moaning loudly and writhing back in
attempts to get Jared to move. Always the needy little slut Jared had learned
from the beginning he was. It worked though, Jensen’s movements; Jared couldn’t
resist the urge to pull back and thrust forward hard and deep once more.
“Doesn’t really matter to you, huh? That you shouldn’t want this?” Jared asked
through a grunt, hips steadily picking up speed because he couldn’t really
fight it. The urge to fuck into Jensen had been there from the very first time
he’d slipped his fingers into the boy; giving in was the sweet release he’d
been itching for all week.
“Want you, Master,” Jensen moaned, his thin body arching up into Jared’s to
meet the next deep thrusts.
Jared lost the battle with his own moan that time, the pleasure too much to
school back any response. Jensen seemed so much smaller now, thin and weirdly
fragile beneath him even as his hips picked up speed, snapping forward hard
enough that the echoing slap of skin against skin could be heard between each
of Jensen’s higher-pitched moans. The boy’s fingers curled over Jared’s
shoulders, tightening and holding.
“Master,” Jensen drew his name out in another moan, eyes fluttering closed as
his head dipped back into the pillow and his body arched further up into
Jared’s. Then his eyes were snapping open once more as Jared shifted within him
and landed the next thrust right up against his prostate. The boy sucked in a
sharp breath and held it, body frozen in spot so Jared would continue to hit
that spot over and over.
Watching the pleasure flush across Jensen’s face was nearly too much for Jared
to handle and his hips snapped forward with more force than he intended.
“Jensen, breathe,” Jared half groaned, a smile flickering on his lips,
disappearing a moment later when Jensen twitched beneath him and parted his
lips.
All the air rushed from the boy with a long moan as his second orgasm shook his
body and Jared would never get over how fucking it hot it was that Jensen could
so easily come. It wouldn’t always be that way, Jared was sure, but while it
was Jared would never get tired of watching it. The vice grip around his cock
was enough to tip Jared over that peak he’d been dancing along from the moment
he watched Harley fuck into Jensen earlier.
His own come filled the boy, mixing with Harley’s, and Jared thrust through his
release, like his own form of breeding his personal little bitch. Jensen was
keening softly in between ragged breaths, his skin covered in sweat as he sank
down on the mattress. The boy looked so sinfully debauched Jared thought he
might come all over again, especially when those eyes opened once more and the
green was nearly shining with excitement and something that may have been a
little like innocent love.
Jensen was a fucking contradiction that Jared apparently couldn’t get enough
of.
Pulling out, Jared groaned softly and rolled to the side of the bed, stumbling
up to his feet and crossing to the dresser. He tugged the top drawer open and
rooted around for a moment before pulling out a medium sized, dark purple plug.
With a smirk he turned back to the bed and mostly managed to keep his walk
steady before sinking down beside Jensen and tugging thin legs over his lap.
“Wanna keep all my and Harley’s come stuffed up in you. Sound like a good
plan?”
Jensen was apparently at his exhaustion limit, he simply moaned and managed a
short nod. But his legs spread just a little wider, giving Jared room to slip
his fingers forward. Jensen’s entrance was puffy and tender, causing the boy to
whimper softly as Jared traced along the rim. Jared smiled softly down at him
and used the come on his fingers to slick around the plug before pushing it
between the stretched muscles, watching as Jensen instantly clamped down around
it, securing it in place.
“Need a little rest before we wash up?” Jared asked softly, shifting around to
lay back on the bed and drag Jensen against his side.
“I don’t think I can feel my legs,” Jensen said softly, looking blearily up at
Jared and smiling. “Will you let Charlie have me once before you decide about
another human bitch? I promise I can handle all three of you, I’ll be very
good.”
“I know you will, baby.” Jared chuckled quietly and ghosted his fingers over
Jensen’s brow, dipping in a moment later to press a soft kiss to the damp skin.
“I’m sure you’d be able to handle us easily. Maybe I just don’t want to share
you between three.”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to want me,” Jensen muttered. A beat later his
eyes widened and he bit down hard on his lip, obviously realizing that what
he’d said to his Master wasn’t the right thing, and definitely not his place.
But Jared just laughed and tugged Jensen a little closer, arms holding just a
little tighter. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Really though, Jared wasn’t all
that bothered about wanting Jensen, he had paid good money for the boy after
all, and at least he could say he kept the slave in the family. “I’ll let
Charlie fuck you later. Well, I’ll try to, Harley might be a bit possessive.”
“We’ll make it work.” There was no doubt in Jensen’s voice as his head came to
rest on Jared’s chest. “Will you fuck me after Charlie does too?”
“I’m only buying virgin bitches in the future,” Jared mumbled with a smirk and
kept his arms tight around Jensen so the boy couldn’t move away, though he knew
the words probably didn’t settle well with the slave. “Don’t worry, Jensen,
you’ll be fucked plenty by everyone. Now get some sleep, I’ve got big plans
involving you on my lap in the not too distant future.”
Jared was pretty sure he heard another soft moan from the boy but Jensen didn’t
speak up again and Jared decided, officially, it might not be so bad to share
Jensen with his entire family.
“Jared?” Jensen whispered some time later, when Jared was on the verge of
sleep.
Honestly, Jared had been expecting this. Because even if Jensen was that dirty
innocent contradiction, Jared knew how unsure he was about so many normal
things. “Jen,” he sighed softly and curled his fingers around the back of the
boy’s skull, tucking him up against his chest. “I’m not buying any other
slaves, okay? Let’s just... not talk about it right now, yeah?”
“You promise?” Jensen’s words were muffled this time but his thin arms curled
around Jared’s middle and held on tight.
“Yeah, Jensen, I promise.” And that basically sealed Jared’s fate.
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