Broken - Part 8b of the Mine verse (Jensen/Jared, NC-17)
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Title: Broken (Part 8 of the 'MINE' verse.)
Description: NC-17, AU. Dark!Fic. Set in a future where humans are kept as slaves by genetically superior alphas. Alpha Jensen/Slave Jared. Jensen has a dinner party. Jared has a breakdown. Set after Jared's visit to the vet in 'Perfect'.
Beta’d by the marvelous
sylsdarkplace and
meus_venator . Any mistakes remain my own.
Wordcount: ~8K
Warnings: Dark!fic, Institutionalized slavery (with all the consent issues that come with it), explicit sexual situations, animal traits, knotting, D/s, s/m , spanking, blink-and-you-miss-it bestiality, body modification, self lubrication.
Disclaimer: This is fiction, pure fantasy folks. Nobody here belongs to me and they’re not likely to get in my van for candy any time soon.
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.<-- BACK TO PART 8A
The door slammed and he heard Master Jensen's steps. Jensen approached and stilled in front of him. No word was spoken, no touch given, yet Jared could feel his Master's presence and his skin tingled with anticipation.
He felt a whisper of air movement, smelled the scent of after shave. The cane was pulled from his mouth, and the red ribbon taken from his collar without a touch of Jensen's fingers on his skin. Then more air currents as Jensen turned and walked away.
The closet door swished, fabric rustled, and Jensen sighed. Then the bed creaked, and Jared imagined him sitting on the edge of it, and wondered if his Master was looking at him, or if he had something else to keep his attention.
An ancient clock ticked. In the distance there was the growl of traffic. Time stretched, and Jared's despair was as black as his vision.
“Will your silence always be our battle, Jared?” Jensen eventually said, sad and soft. He tutted before launching into a familiar game.
“Pop quiz, Jared - Table”
Jared knew what was expected, he answered the prompt meekly and instantly, “Service.”
“Party.”
“Crowd.”
“Childhood.”
“Pet.”
“Padalecki.”
“Me.”
“Huh.” Jensen paused the game. “I don't think I know enough about you as a pup to do this, try...hm, Padalecki Kennels,”
“Broken, Master.”
“Broken?”
“Jared.”
“It was a question, not a prompt, Sweetie.
"I made a mistake. Forgive me, Master.”
“Jared, guh!” Jensen's voice was laced with frustration.
Jared was sure he was about to be put out.
“You kneel for my punishment, Sweetie. Tell me what I am to punish you for.”
“I am a failure and a brat, Master.”
Jared heard the gentle slap of the cane being bounced in Jensen's hand, and a thrill traveled his spine.
“Why are you a failure, Jared?”
“I left the room without your permission. I cried. I risked your reputation.”
Jensen snorted back a laugh, then swallowed it with a serious, “Oh.”
There was a long silence. Jared didn't know if he was expected to say something more, but he couldn't think of anything. “Your guests said you were very clever,” he tried.
Jared recognized the whistling inhale of Jensen biting his lip. All the waiting was torture. He longed to get his punishment over with.
“Why did you cry, Jared?”
“I'm a brat, Master. I missed your attention.”
“Who unchained you and led you away, Jared?”
Jared cringed; of course that was the greater crime. He had been red-ribboned in public and yet he had allowed an alpha to unchain and take him, without once trying to get his Master's attention. “Master Christian,” he admitted.
“Did you go to Master Christian's bedroom, Jared?”
Oh god, oh god, oh god. “Yes, Master.”
“And he gave you the attention that I hadn't? And don't you think that might affect my reputation also?” Jensen's voice was ice and steel.
He was so screwed.
“I, I ….,” Jared stammered. Christian didn't deserve to have his reputation and friendship ruined for protecting Jensen and being kind to Jared. Unnatural defiance leaped from Jared's lips, “No! He didn't play with me. He let me cry without your guests seeing. He talked to me, and he only came by to rescue you from boredom. He helped you, and he let me shower in your scent to calm me. I met Theresa, and then he prepared me for your punishment.”
There was silence in the room once more, but outside hover wagons whooshed noisily along the road.
“Stand up, Jared.” The words were hissed in his ear and Jared jumped with shock. He hadn't sensed Jensen's approach. He flexed his muscles and carefully stood straight, knowing that the blindfold, the long wait and his bound wrists would all compromise his balance.
“Why can you defend everyone but yourself?”
“I don't know,” Jared whispered back, and if he weren't already cried-out, there would be tears.
“Not good enough, Jared. Try again.” Jensen's breath tickled his ear, it smelled of wine and garlic and breath-mint.
“I don't know,” he insisted. Every fiber of him waited for, needed, the sharp whack and cut of the cane, but it didn't come.
“Not-good-enough, Jared. I can ask questions all night, and you will stand, all night, and I will not touch you, and I will not whip you. I won't even put you out, but I will know what you are thinking. I will have the tools to fix this mess.” Jensen tapped Jared's head as he spoke. “Christian approached you improperly; Christian took you with a red ribbon. Jody helped him. My editor watched and didn't tell me. Why can you defend everyone but yourself, Jared? Why be the sacrificial lamb? Is it for attention? Is it for the whipping you think I will give you?”
“No, please, I don't...,”
“I wasn't there for you. I didn't get you a drink. I lost track of time and I never praised you once. I didn't notice that Christian was taking you, even though he called to me, and it could have been anyone, anyone, and you would have gone with them because you didn't want to ruin my party.” His Master's voice cracked as he shouted. “Do you have any idea what might have happened to you?”
Jared cringed. He didn't know what to say.
“So, why, why, do you think I should punish you?” Jensen sounded tearful.
Jared thought Jensen had probably drunk too much wine. Jared should be helping him to bed, bringing him water, and warming his cock, not upsetting him with his stupidity.
“Answer the question, Jared!” Jensen had changed sides again, and the yell was loud and angry in his other ear.
Every part of his mind scrabbled for an answer and in an instant, his history, Christian's words, and his racing emotions juggled into place, and the truth burst from his lips, without a pause for breath, “Because I'm broken for you, because it's how I was made, and there will always be cracks. I can never be perfect. You don't get perfect, because I was made to be needy, to shatter and beg for more. I need you to bleed the past and the poison from me. I need you to need me.” Jared's lungs felt like they would burst, and he panted through the horror of his outburst.
“I always knew you were bright.” The statement was calm, and a little sad. Gentle fingertips stroked Jared's chin, and over the silk of the blindfold. “You know the word perfect can be subjective, right?”
“I don't know what that means.” Jared replied honestly.
“Perfect - satisfying all requirements, Subjective - based on feelings or opinions rather than facts.” Jensen laughed. “Never date a writer.”
Wet tongue lapped Jared's earlobe, and lips sucked a purple round on his neck. Jared's cock twitched and took notice.
“It means that whatever ways you are broken, if I think it makes you beautiful, then you are. If you are everything I need, then it doesn't matter what is broken; you remain perfect.”
Strong fingers squeezed his nipples and pulled roughly, making Jared arch his back and tip his neck. Sharp teeth nipped the skin by his Adam's apple until it broke with a bloom of sharp pain and deep red blood. Jared submitted, giving better access to defile his neck.
Jensen nuzzled Jared' s nose with his own and kissed the little upturned end. “I was going to take you for a test run tonight to check out your modifications. I don't see why my evening should be ruined by mistakes that others made. The plan was to spank you until your ass glows, then pin you to my bed and fuck you so hard, you scream, and you don't get to come unless it's on my knot and on my command. I need to hurt you. I need to see you writhe and plead. Then, I want my knot to stretch you wider than it ever has, and fill you deep, and you will take everything I give you, like my good pet should.”
Jensen crowded in to Jared, chest to chest, and Jared could feel his Master's naked skin with short, rough hair, and beyond that, the rise and fall of his Master's lungs, and the rapid beat of his heart. Jensen was naked, hot and sweaty with the heavy stench of alpha-arousal, and his huge dick bobbed against Jared's hip.
Jared's breath hitched with the fear of penetration, and he took a step back. He knew it was irrational, he knew he was fixed, but he couldn't help his body's visceral reaction to what was going to happen to him.
Jensen's strong hand caught him and gripped his shoulder hard. “You wanted punishment, Jared? I can give you punishment and take what I need.”
Suddenly, Jared was spinning in the dark, stumbling with the heavy push that Jensen gave. His left leg hit the frame of the bed with bruising force and he crumpled, half on and half off the mattress, unable to see, or use his hands to right himself.
Jensen's grip was rough fire against his skin, as he was maneuvered, blind, stumbling and dizzy, to where Jensen wanted him. Jared was bent double over his lap, with the alpha's cock poking uncomfortably into his ribs. His shoulders were pulled back by his cuffed wrists, his face smashed against the floor and his toes gathered carpet burn. The unfastened chain of his cock-plug scraped against the length of his half-hard dick, crushed with his balls between Jensen's strong thighs, and the pain was excruciating, yet there was the flicker of unusual excitement too.
“You think I didn't want to take you every single day,” Jensen's growl was feral, “You think I didn't want to bruise you, choke you, and make you bleed? You think it didn't half kill me to see that clenching hole, just waiting for a knot, yet have to resist plunging straight in. I had to stay away while you healed, or I would ruin you. You think I didn't have needs too?”
Jensen's hand landed with a vicious smack on Jared's left thigh, and he jolted and whimpered with the sudden shock. He shook his head trying to get the hated blindfold from his eyes and Jensen stopped him with a solid palm against his neck, grinding his face further into the floor. “No! You wanted to suffer, and I have waited patiently to take it.”
The knowledge that he wouldn't see Jensen this first knotting since being altered was a crushing disappointment. Jensen had told him he could, outside the vet's building, on the day of his surgery, and it was what had been making the thought of the inevitable, unprepared penetration bearable.
“Please, Jensen, you said you would look at me.” Jared couldn't help his whine.
Jensen's hand came down again, with full force and the burn was horribly satisfying. Jensen squeezed his thighs around Jared's balls and Jared cried out.
“I didn't give you permission to speak!” Jensen sounded out of control, and Jared wondered about a week spent waiting to take what he had paid for and an evening consuming wine. There was a curl of panic threading its way through Jared's every sweating pore and nerve end. Whatever else had happened between them, he was used to Jensen being in control.
“Jen...aagh,”
The next smack smarted with the smooth wood of a paddle over the center of his ass-cheeks. It nicked the handle of his butt plug, driving it to ram hard into his hole. Jared's cock twitched and strained to fatten, and he felt a shameful desire to rut into Jensen's thighs.
“I said, I didn't want to hear it, Jared. I think you need some help.” Jensen grabbed a handful of Jared's hair and yanked his head back, as far as his neck would stretch without breaking. His windpipe constricted, and he was choking for air, wet tears staining the silk blindfold. It was terrifying and a turn-on all at once, and the force of his arousal was shocking. He struggled, kicking his legs, to bruise his feet on the floor. He coughed and wheezed, but Jensen didn't let go until Jared's mouth was stuffed full of smooth plastic dildo and the gag was secure, pinching into the back of his skull and pulling at strands of hair.
Jared understood then. They weren't in the playroom, so any toys that Jensen had to hand were deliberately placed for use. His Master was still in control. This had been planned for Jared's punishment and to sate Jensen's needs, using some of the toys Jared hated most. He sucked on the dildo, let his head fall limply against the floor and relaxed the whole of his body, ready to take what was given.
Master Jensen rested a hand lightly on his shoulder, and Jared was sure he could sense a smile, “I said you were bright, Sweetie. Try not to count, you don't want to know how many...” Jared felt him raise his arm again, and the nail-head side of the paddle swiped his right buttock with a flare of pain. The humiliation of knowing that the metallic pattern within the wood spelled the words 'BAD PET' onto his skin, and of being unable to prevent his instinct to rut into Jensen's thighs, had his face flushed as red as his ass.
After forty spanks, Jared discovered that there were still more tears to cry and he writhed in agony, biting chunks out of his gag. When Jensen finally pushed him off his lap, he thought his ass cheeks might be bleeding, and the top of his thighs were numb with pain. He would be a mess of bruises in the morning, and yet his newly mended dick was erect, and throbbing against the constraint of its plug and the ring that dug heavily under its smooth head.
Jensen dragged him to the center of the bed, and Jared thought he was lucky his arms didn't snap under him, but the soft mattress molded around him.
Fear of penetration was chased away by an all-consuming desire to get off. Jensen had been clear that Jared would only come on his knot, and for the first time, Jared was desperate to be fucked and filled. The sting of bedding against his ass and the discomfort of his hands cuffed behind his back was nothing compared to his base need to empty his heavy balls.
Master Jensen straddled Jared's blinded face. He rubbed his salt-sweaty sacs over all over his pet's hair, cheeks and neck and complained that Jared's disobedience prevented his pet from freshening him with his tongue, but Jared had been fucked by him often enough to know he couldn't last much longer. He was teasing Jared, because he could. It wasn't long before Jensen slid down the bed, leaving a trail of pre-come smeared over Jared's chest.
The substantial butt-plug popped easily out of his ass with a twist, and there was relief in hearing the gelatinous squelch of self-lubrication that Vet Ferris’s operation had promised. The trail of wet drips that followed it were slightly gross, but Jared knew it made him better for his Master.
“Jesus. I knew you'd like it rough. You smell like candy, pet. So wet for me.” Jensen's fingers dipped into the rim of Jared's ass and circled the edge.
Jared arched up to meet them, chasing the intimate contact.
Jensen thrust two fingers inside without warning, and it was strange but not painful. He put a third finger in and plunged hard, scraping against the nub of Jared's prostate. The sensation was lightning and arousal and it sizzled through every part of his body and soul. All the times he had chased something with Jensen, he couldn't ever have imagined this. Jared thrashed his head from side to side. He wriggled and pushed for more, more, more, but Jensen just took his hand away and laughed. “So eager Sweetie, but I made a deal.”
Jensen parted Jared's legs wide to crawl between them. Warm lips kissed a trail of sensation up the inside of his pet's burning-sore thighs, as he lifted them to rest on his shoulders. The blunt head of Jensen's cock nudged at Jared's wet hole but he didn't breach his pet yet. His soft mouth nuzzled, nipped, licked and sucked, into Jared's navel, along the line of his hip bones, concentrated on his nipples and then to his neck.
Jared moaned and whined with need, but Jensen's firm weight prevented eager humping.
“Oh, Sweetie! Look at you. Such a pain slut, just itching to get off on my knot, aren't you?”
Jared nodded his head enthusiastically and tried to throw Jensen off. Jensen laughed, genuine and unfettered. “I have a price, pet.”
Jared felt the snick of the dildo gag being released and he blinked as elegant fingers slid the blindfold up, over his sweat-damp hair.
“Kiss me,” Jensen smiled.
Jared flexed his lips for only a second before surging up to meet his Master's kiss. The unexpected light hurt his eyes but he wouldn't close them. Jensen was face to face with him, flushed pink, and dark-eyed with arousal. He had kept his word, he was going to look at Jared while he fucked him, and Jared was going to savor every moment.
Jensen fucked him balls deep on his first thrust. Jared screamed into their kiss, but he didn't break the vacuum of their lips, and he pushed up to meet it.
It was fast, messy and desperate, and each stroke had Jared begging for his cock plug to be removed. Jensen just grinned, nipped his lip or squeezed his nipple, and continued to fuck and grind into him, slapping his balls against the bruised flesh of Jared's ass just to see his head thrash and hear him whimper.
His Master supported himself over Jared, like a gymnast performing easy push-ups. His muscles bulged and flexed with the rhythm of sex. Sweat formed sparkling drops and dripped from Jensen's hair, darkening it. It gathered and ran over his shoulders and chest, where Jared stuck his tongue out to lap it up. Jared thought it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, and it only brought more torture to his aching balls and eager dick.
“Oh fuck! Better than I ever thought. So good pet. So tight and slick, and eager for me, and your cherry-spanked ass moves so beautifully. Do you feel better?”
Jared gave a blissful moan and grinned.
As they gathered pace, they stopped talking. Jensen groaned and grunted, sucked hard on Jared's nipples, then stilled. One arm bulged muscle to support him while the other smoothed Jared's brow. “You’re going take my knot now, Sweetie, I know you can. Gonna let you come - you want that?”
Jared was delirious with need and Jensen was still teasing?
“Fuck, Jen, 'bout time, yes, yes, fucking yes, please.”
Jensen's reply was grated out on a breathy chuckle. “Huh, well you got the please, but I think the correct phrase, is, “Yes, please, my merciful and great Master Jensen.”
Jared's mouth had somehow disconnected from his brain, maybe everything except his dick had. “Fuck You!” he laughed.
Jared didn't have a chance to worry about the punishment for disrespect. Deft fingers reached between them to release the ring around his glans, and ruby-jeweled cock-plug was worked out with practiced wriggles and smooth pull. The puckered muscles of his ass stretched impossibly around Jensen's swelling knot, at the same time as smooth metal slid out of his urethra, yet the discomfort was nothing compared to the body-arching, “Fucking holy shit, don't stop, don't you dare stop, crap, Jen, I'm going to come, sensation that exploded through Jared's every atom and enveloped his mind. His orgasm chased the plug out, spilling warm come over Jensen's fingers and his own belly. Firecracker sensation gave way to overwhelming emotion and there were more tears, because he hadn't known how it should be, just what was taken from him, and what he should have given Jensen, all this time.
Jensen's knot lodged tight and spilled the first burst of his orgasm immediately after Jared's. Jensen shook and shouted his own expletives, and held on to Jared so tight there would be fingertip bruises in the morning. Jared thought they would look perfect on him.
When Jensen calmed, and his come pumped in gentler bursts from his knot, he had a goofy-content expression. There were red high-spots on his cheeks, and his eyes became misty green. He sucked lazily on Jared's earlobe, while his fingers spread rings of Jared's own come on Jared's stomach.
Sense returned gradually to Jared, and he remembered his place, “Thank you, Jensen.” He bit his lip, suddenly nervous, “Am I fixed for you, Master?"
Jensen looked down at him and smiled with undisguised affection. “You're absolutely perfect, and you're mine. Only mine. Don't think I don't care just because I'm insensitive. I'm an alpha."
“My alpha,” affirmed Jared tiredly.
Jensen rolled them to the side get comfortable as the knotting continued, and hefted Jared to lie partly over him, in his embrace. He stroked Jared's shoulder and down his bound arms. Jared curled his fingers upward to catch Jensen's hand in his own for a moment, and Jensen let him.
Jared thought it felt good, or even freaking amazing to be filled and fucked, and owned this way. His modified body fitted perfectly with his Master's, like a lock made for a key. The sweet power of arousal and orgasm was an effective antidote for panic, and the terrifying pain and humiliation of their previous couplings was washed away the moment his Master broke apart for him, with teary eyes and taut body.
Jared tried to memorize every detail of Jensen's blissed-out expression, knowing that he put it there. Jared might be broken, but he was broken for his Master and it pleased Jensen. Jared was a good pet.
He yawned. He tried to snuggle into his Master's shoulder, to rest, but he couldn't get balanced with his wrists still cuffed behind his back. He remembered Christian's advice.
“My arms really hurt, in a bad way,” he mentioned.
“And your ass doesn't?” Jensen was amazed.
“Well yes, but that's in a good way. A very good way.” Jared didn't think that even drugs could give him a high like he was currently floating on.
“So the vet is good? We should send her a fruit basket?”
“Mmhmm.” Jared kissed Jensen lightly on his lips. “Thank you, for making it better for me.”
“Mmm, better for me,” Jensen replied quickly. He licked at Jared's lip until Jared opened his mouth, and he kissed his pet roughly, sucking on his tongue, and nipping as he finished. “I think you're deliberately side-tracking me, pet. I'm not sure I should take off your cuffs. I am certain you insulted me back there, though I cannot imagine where you might have learned such a phrase.” Jensen's lip curled up as he teased.
Jared bravely teased back, “I think you misheard when I said 'thank you', my great and merciful Master Jensen.”
Jensen threw his head back and chuckled until he snorted. “I love you, Sweetie,” he declared, and though his words were full of laughter, his eyes softened and lingered on Jared's face.
Jared blushed and buried his head in Jensen's shoulder, while his Master unclipped his wrists and rubbed the stiffness from his shoulders.
“I'm glad you told me it hurt in the wrong way. It's what I need to know, Jared. You'll be sore enough in the morning.”
“Well at least I'm not on the wet patch,” murmured Jared. His head ached, and he was so tired that his eyelashes fluttered with the effort of keeping his eyes open. Jensen's knot still pulsed in him, but it was softening.
“Go to sleep, Jared. If you don't wake up when I'm done, I will roll your heavy ass over to rearrange the bedclothes and rub ointment on you.”
“You'd do that for me?”
Jensen winked at him. “Of course, but don't blame me if I can't resist taking that sweet hole again while you snore.”
Jared had the uncomfortable impression that his Master was serious, but every part of him ached and burned, and the thought of it didn't scare him any more. He touched the soft leather of his collar. Whatever words were used, nothing ever really changed. He was his Master's pet. He had a place and a purpose, and he would be used whenever, and however, Jensen wanted.
He had a thought as sleep chased him, and it made his heart swell, and he beamed. Jensen knew Jared was broken, and Jensen wanted him that way. Jensen thought Jared was perfect just the way he was.
Jensen placed a gentle kiss on Jared's hair. “You shame the sun when you smile, Jared.”
It was enough to chase the darkest nightmares away.
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