The Fall of House Winchester - ChapterTwo
He shifted as he looked in the mirror. Old jeans, faded and nearly threadbare, a black tee and a wine colored button up over it. He felt like himself again, felt clean and untainted, his hand scrubbing through his hair that now stood straight up in spikes, no longer covering his face. He looked like himself, but all it took was one glance at the collar to remind him of where he was, why he wasn’t the brash, cocky young man he had been. The collar was his deterrent; it kept him on the grounds when he would have already tried to run. He wondered if Jo had warned him about it because she knew he’d run, or because her master had.
It hurt to see her so cowed by the vampire, even if she had been turned into one herself. She didn’t act like she feared Ford necessarily, but everything she did was ‘at his order’ and it always had to be done now. Of course, that could just be payback as well, just like the way she was tugging at the leash, the metal letting out a little jingle that reminded him even if he could only barely see the collar above his shirt.
“It’s time to go Dean.”
“Where are we going?” He knew they were going to a party and he was on display but he didn’t know anything else about it.
“You’ll be expected to behave Dean. Master Ford will hold your leash himself. It’s an honor you need to learn to appreciate.”
He gave a soft snort at that. Yeah, he’d start working on that right away. Jo didn’t answer though. She stood up and he couldn’t help but marvel at the dress she wore. He didn’t know if they were meant to match tonight but her dress was the same wine color as his shirt. It clung to her body with a low neckline and high slits up the thigh. Her hair was worn loose and she’d gone all out with the make up and perfume. He felt under dressed but apparently they wanted him to look ‘authentic’.
Jo tugged on his leash as she started walking and he didn’t have any choice but to obey. She pulled him up into the carriage and it took them down a small lane that he had been told was just leading them to the other side of Master Ford’s property.
It only took a moment to get there and they waited for a few minutes until finally Dean could hear a door opening and the party spilling out into the night. “Stay seated until he brings you out,” Jo said as the door opened. She stepped out but Master Ford came to look at him and Dean got his first good look at Master Ford. He was tall, with long hair pulled back tightly at the neck. His mask matched their attire and Dean knew it was on purpose. It hid his face, leaving only hard eyes to bore into him. The leash was held tightly in his hand as Ford gave him the once over. “You’re too thin, but Jo will take care of that,” he said, his voice scratchy and deep. Dean’s eyes widened as he realized why. Ford didn’t seem to be trying to hide it either, because his collar did nothing to disguise the marks on his neck, scars where someone had tried to rip his throat out.
“Come on, it’s time to show them my newest possession.”
Ford watched him as he said it and Dean bit his tongue to keep from commenting about that. When Ford turned his back and pulled on the leash, Dean followed.
With Jo holding his leash he’d been too interested in what had changed her, what broke her. Was it the simple silver collar wrapped around her pretty neck, or had her turning broken her resolve and allowed her to become the subservient creature that she was now? While she led him he allowed himself the escape of those questions. He had no such luck when it was Master Ford who held his chain. There was nothing to distract himself from the humiliation he felt as he was led into the house. He was kicking himself for his lack of observation but all he could do was stare at the length of chain that ran from the vampire’s gloved hands to the collar at his neck. Owned. Property. A slave, with nothing to his name and no right to it if he did lay claim to something.
He was used to having nothing. For so many years of his life, everything had been held in a small duffle, easily packed and easily lifted. The Impala had been the only real thing he owned and even then, when he had to choose between hiding the Impala away and continuing his search for Sam on foot, or staying closer to the gas pumps, it hadn’t been a choice. One thing the title of slave could never take from him was his soul, his spirit and there was a simple reason for it. He was Sam’s. His brother had owned him since he was six months old, a transfer of ownership written in smoke and blood and ash when his father had sent him running from the house with his brother wrapped tight in his arms.
The chain signified ownership though, it bound him to the here and now and there was nothing he’d like to escape more. He knew he had to keep an eye out, to find a way to escape but it would take time now. He wasn’t sure where he’d turn then. He was a rogue hunter, but there were others of his kind out there that would still help him, get him back on his feet. There weren’t many of them left, but they did what they could for their own.
It was more than he could say for the rest of humanity.
His feet felt like lead as he walked the short distance from the carriage to the house. Three steps up and they were on the brink of the doorway. Ford turned suddenly, eyeing Dean, his lips pulled up in a ridiculous smile. “Who would have thought, Dean Winchester, that you would be so cowed by a single day in my home?”
Dean’s eyes rose up to meet the vampire before him, his back straightening as he squared his shoulders. Maybe it was better to let him think he was already one of his tame sheep, but something in the way he said it set Dean off. He took a step forward, challenging the vampire. “I’ve seen things that would make your bloodsucking teeth fall out. Don’t think you can break me in a night.”
The chain around his neck was pulled tight, Ford’s fist pulling him close as he edged his nose up under Dean’s ear, licking lightly at the flesh. “It would be a challenge to break you in one night. Maybe I’ll just settle for breaking you in.”
It was meant to be seductive and the gravel in the man’s voice certainly helped the illusion, but they both knew if anything happened in the bedroom tonight it would have nothing to do with seduction. Dean didn’t know if Ford wanted to break him completely, if he wanted him for the fields or just for show. Hell, he just might want Dean for his bed if he’d been looking for him as long as Jo said he had.
Dean tried to take a step back but the collar stopped him, still held tight in Ford’s fist. “Would you bend for me Dean?” The vampire asked, his teeth brushing over the vein at his neck. “Which would it be I wonder? Would you let me feed off you, to keep me from fucking you?” He let out a deep laugh, warming Dean’s skin. “Which would you let me sink into you, Dean?” he asked, scraping across skin lightly. “My teeth? Or my cock?” One hand pulled tighter at his leash while the other settled proprietarily on his hip, bringing him closer. Dean could feel Ford’s hardness against his stomach.
There was no way to pull back and as much as he wanted to turn his head and pull away it would only expose his neck further. He stood still, not giving an inch either way. He didn’t know what would be worse and the indecision scared him. It was safer though, not letting even the most minute of movements give away his preference. Ford didn’t seem like the sort of master who would give his slaves a choice.
The vampire laughed again as he loosened his hold on Dean’s leash. Dean stepped away, his fists held tight as he fought the urge to strike out.
“Come on, Dean,” he gestured to the door, as if they were on a first name basis, “we don’t want to keep our guests waiting.” Like they were just friends going to a party and he wasn’t some blood sucking parasite on the face of humanity and Dean his favorite sucker. A blood sucking parasite on the face of humanity and a vampire to boot. God, Dean hated slave owners.
He walked into the house, his shoulders back and head held high, which left his next realization open for everyone to see. This was his home. He knew every piece of furniture and every trinket like he knew the inside of the Impala. He was standing in the living room of his family’s house in Lawrence. The living room furniture had been replaced with a long dining table, but the wall decorations were all the same. His eyes took in every nuance of the place and he hated whoever put that much detail into recreating his childhood home.
He realized Ford was watching him and he knew it was the vampire’s doing. “So this is all part of your collection?” he demanded.
Ford smiled at him and Dean wanted to hit him for it. “It took me a while to find all the pieces. To be honest, I was just filling up time, waiting for you to show up.”
“Well now don’t I just feel special?”
Ford laughed but then he turned away from Dean, pulling him behind to the table where his guests were watching.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Dean Winchester.”
The table seated twelve and moving around the guests were servants of various kinds, wait staff and personal attendants. There was no order to the rankings, vampire masters and human masters sat side by side, as if they hadn’t been at war seven years ago. As if humanity hadn’t almost been wiped out and most of the world’s resources destroyed in the fighting. As if the truce could change what type of monsters they were.
“I thought he was cowed already?” a middle aged woman said from the side. “That doesn’t look cowed to me.”
“Whoever thought that this hunter could be broken in the slave pens never met him.” The woman who answered her had her back facing Dean, sitting at the end of the table but she didn’t need to turn around for him to know who it was. She turned anyway though, scorn and anger obvious in her face.
“Ellen?” Dean gasped as he looked at the woman.
She stood and held a hand out. He didn’t understand until Ford leaned over, placing the leash in her hands. She circled him, eyes hardening as she did. “You’d be best to bleed him first.” She said as she assessed his condition. “Nothin’ hurts a hunter more than to become a victim of their prey. Then I’d teach him the right end of the whip, remind him what it means to really be just a piece of ass,” she stopped in front of him, staring him in the eye. “Then, I’d let him be the piece of ass he was always looking for.”
She handed the leash back to Ford. “If that don’t work, I’d turn him.” Her smile was beautiful and cruel as she sat back at the table. “Test his true mettle then. If he’s a real hunter, he’ll find a way to kill himself within a week.”
He looked down, not because her words scared him, but because he knew Jo was there in the room somewhere. She was listening to her mother spout words of hate and it wasn’t Dean she was speaking to, probably wasn’t even him she was seeing at the end of the leash.
Anger boiled up in him but even as he wanted to say something he felt the tug on the collar and reminded himself that he needed to bide his time. He’d get out there somehow. Just maybe he’d find a way to get Jo out too before she was any further attached to the man she willingly called Master.
“You should just kill him. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”
“Really?” Ford asked as he pulled Dean behind him, taking the head of the table while forcing Dean to sit to his right. “Why would you suggest I kill him when I spent years looking for him?”
Dean couldn’t help the anger this time, didn’t try to keep it from his eyes as his father’s old hunting partner looked over at Dean. Caleb had seen better days, fitter days that was for sure. He was three times the size as he’d been when Dean last saw him, back in the early days as he left to try to find Sam at Stanford.
“You’ll get better use out of a stuffed Winchester than you will a live one. He’ll be no end of trouble and he’ll never accept that collar. Better to put him on display than spend the rest of your fortune in keeping him.”
“Does anyone else have any ideas on what I should do with the last of the House Winchester?”
“I’d make him dinner,” a vampire sitting across from Dean said. She licked her lips as she eyed him, focusing on his lips as she continued, “and dessert.”
Ford laughed. “So the consensus is that I should just open him up on the table until we’ve all had our fill, then take him to my bed, and continue until he’s dead. Or submitted.” The vampire’s eyes belied the humor of his laughter and he turned to Dean. “It’s, perhaps, best that I found you before any of your so called friends Dean. They think so poorly of you.” He nodded to another servant in the doorway, a slave Dean hadn’t yet seen, and they were bringing in plates of food for the human guests and a thick cordial was poured into the goblets of the vampires. He didn’t need to look to know it was fresh, warm blood filling the fine crystal that Ford had brought in for the occasion.
“I think I will keep you as you are, Dean,” he said loud enough for them all to hear. “They think you will never break, that you will be defiant to the end, but they don’t know how patient I can be. They don’t understand that I know how to out stubborn even a Winchester.” He looked up at Jo and Dean saw the way she smiled.
Then Ford turned to look at him, something almost familiar in those eyes and he snapped his gaze away, knowing it was just a trick some of the more powerful ones could play, luring people into a false sense of security. “When the time is right, Dean Winchester, I will break that delicious rebellion from your lips and put them to much, much better use.”
Dean ignored the chuckles around the room, ignored the way his heart thumped painfully in his chest at the thought of the vampire touching him. He looked back up at Jo, trying to find something to anchor himself on. She looked at him and he didn’t know what that look meant anymore than he knew what the look between Jo and Ford had meant. He wished the damn vampire had the mask off. As much as he hated the man, he couldn’t read much from him with the damn mask shadowing and hiding away most of his face.
Jo’s face was a study of pride and shame and he didn’t know how to take it. She was obviously very fond of Ford, willing to do whatever he wanted as he’d learned in the bath, but the way she looked away said that there was something going on that she didn’t approve of. Maybe it was because Ellen was there, or maybe it was something about himself. He was still too new in the environment to know how to read things, to know how to adapt and use what he was seeing to his advantage.
Well, Dean wasn’t the most patient of Winchesters, but he could wait. He could learn and listen and file it all away until it all started to make sense. And once he was free? He’d be sure to pay a little visit to some old friends. Ellen and Caleb had been like family for a while. He could understand the bitterness that came with sitting at the table with one of the vampiric kind, but to stand aside and watch as hunters were bought and do nothing about it? To talk about how best to break a slave, a hunter?
What bothered him most was that Ford was right. He was probably safer with the vampire than with any of the others. He felt oddly in his debt and he fucking hated it. The vampire claimed ownership of this body, he had no rights to anything else.
The meal continued around him and when his own plate of ribeye steak was placed in front of him, he thanked Ford for it as he was commanded. He ate quietly, listening, learning, and biding his time until he could make his move.
Dinner lasted until late in the evening and well before it was over Ford sent him back to the main house. He told the others he didn’t want to wear out his new pet so soon, but Dean couldn’t even work up the energy to be angry. Too much had happened in the last forty eight hours and when Jo showed him into his bedchambers, he went willingly.
The room was enormous, dark drapes hanging over the windows and thick fabrics covering the furniture. On the far wall was the bed, a four postered monstrosity that looked decadent. There were night stands with matching lamps on either side of it and a chair sat on one side towards the end of the bed.
Between the bed and the door was a small waiting area, complete with a table and chairs. Food had been left out on the table, fresh fruit and breads.
“It’s a kindness, Dean,” Jo said as she watched him take in the room. “He can be a gentle master if you let him.”
“I don’t belong to anyone Jo,” Dean said turning to look at her. “I can’t believe I have to tell you that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“No one can own you!” He yelled. “What made you think you deserve that? What happened to you that you think you can be owned?”
Jo’s eyes filled with tears but she shook her head, anger winning out over her pain. “You don’t have the right to judge me Dean. You weren’t there. You don’t know what I’ve been through, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t give a good goddamn about what you think about me.”
He wanted to hate her for the words, but at least she was angry at him again, just a shade of who she had once been, but it was there.
“Jo…,”
“I’ll be back in two hours. Asleep or awake, you’ll be restrained on the bed.”
“What?”
She smiled vindictively, going so far as to let the second row of teeth descend. “You’ll be shackled to the bed. Master Ford believes he’ll find a way to get to you Dean, but he’s not stupid. Until he believes you’re his, you will be restrained to the bed.”
Dean shook his head. “This sucks.”
She turned her back on him without answering. He didn’t need an answer to know he was right. She shut the door and he was left alone in his room. Alone for the first time since he’d been captured all those months ago.
He stared out the window, losing himself to the small amount of peace he could get in the two hours he was given. Part of him knew he should be trying to work out his escape, but he needed far more information than he already had and at least he could get a little clarity from the time.
He stared across the field to the house he’d once lived in. He thought about his father, dead by his own hand to keep from being turned, his mother burnt alive in the house he had just eaten dinner, and about his brother.
Sammy.
He closed his eyes against the sob that threatened to overwhelm him. He’d failed his brother, failed to find him when he’d needed him the most. With no way of finding him and no leads, Dean simply went from one place to the next, looking for hunts, and asking about his kid brother. He didn’t have any faith that he’d find him, but he could never stop looking entirely. Every time he came close, his brother’s face rose up in front of him and the fear that Sam was out there somewhere, waiting for Dean to save him, spurned him forward once again.
When Jo came back, she found Dean still at the window close to the bed. He stripped down to his boxers and slid between the silky sheets as she reached out and shackled both hands to the board over his head. Neither said a word.
Dean just hoped it was Jo that came in the morning to release him.
He didn’t know how late it was when he heard the door quietly click closed and Dean kept his eyes shut, his breathing even. As much as he wanted to tug at the shackles that held his wrists, he didn’t want to let whoever it was know he was incapacitated if they didn’t already.
It wasn’t morning yet, not by a few hours anyway and he’d yet to meet the full contingent of slaves on the property. There was a good chance someone was there to call on him in a less than polite social call.
He heard the shuffle of feet from across the room and heard it stop not far from the bed. There was no light in the room and with the drapes pulled shut there was no way to see who his intruder was. They knew the room though, knew it well enough to see in the dark. Or they were vampiric and didn’t need the damn lights.
“I know you’re awake Dean,” Master Ford said softly.
Dean let out a deep breath, opened his eyes, and turned towards the sound of fabric being pulled off. He heard the soft zing of a zipper being pulled down and the soft fall of fabric hitting the ground in a puddle.
He felt the other side of the bed dip down slightly with the vampire’s weight and he wanted to scream but he bit down on the instinct. “What do you want?”
Ford slipped between the sheets and didn’t answer.
“They keep saying you treat your property oh so well, but the way you’re interrupting my sleep seems a bit counterproductive, don’t you think?”
“Do I own you Dean?”
He jerked away at the thought, tried to get up but his damn hands were keeping him in place.
“Can I do whatever I want to you?” The vampire said as he shifted over. Dean turned onto his side, it was as much as he could do, and Ford was pressed against his back then, his hard cock pressing against Dean’s ass as his hand trailed up over Dean’s arms. “All those girls you fucked in back alleys and bar bathrooms, did you ever let anyone fuck you?” He asked as he thrust lightly against him. “You ever take a cock up your ass Dean? Ever let one slide over those goddamn lips of yours?”
“Get the fuck off me!” Dean pushed against Ford, struggling to get away from his hands and body. Ford pressed his nose into the base of Dean’s neck, one hand coming over his hip and down until his palm was rubbing at Dean’s cock through the fabric of his boxers.
He was out of space, no room to move as Ford thrust lightly against his ass, forcing Dean’s hips to thrust up against the hand on him. He could feel himself getting hard from the friction. He’d been so worked up with Jo earlier, only to pull away before he could find release when he’d realized she didn’t want him inside her, that she was only doing it because her master told her to.
“So this is what you want?” Dean asked, trying to put as much bite in his words as he could. “Just wanted a Winchester to fuck? I can’t stop you, not with my hands tied. You gonna take me right now? Press into my body and force yourself on me? Gonna use me up until I just spread my legs for anyone you send into my bed?”
“Fuck,” the vampire’s words were heated, lust lacing everything but his hands pulled back as he gripped Dean’s hip tightly. He thrust into the curve of Dean’s ass, pressed so tight but not making an effort to pull the clothes from between them. “Not going to force you Dean,” the creature panted against his ear. “Gonna make you beg for it, make you want me so bad you can’t live without me.”
“It’s not going to happen. Trust me.”
His words seemed to affect the vampire more than anything and he heard the soft groan fall from his lips. Then there was the warmth of Ford’s seed as he spilled against Dean’s ass, his tongue swirling patterns over his neck and shoulders as his fingers pressed and released, alternating as he rode out his orgasm. When his body was still, Ford let out a soft chuckle. “God Dean. You have no idea how long… I do trust you but you have no idea what I have in mind for you. No idea what I’m willing to do to break you.”
Ford got out of the bed then and left the room. Dean closed his eyes, willing away the erection that was tenting his boxers. It was just a reaction to the friction, he knew it, but it was hard to rationalize that when he could still feel the come drying on his shorts, seeping into the skin of his ass. It was hard when he kept thinking about the strength in the hands that held him and the soft gravel of Ford’s voice in his ear.
He had to find a way out and quick. Ford wasn’t just a bastard, he was a smart bastard. He knew how to fuck with your head and he’d started it off with Jo and the house. Now he was trying to break Dean, to turn him into some kind of fucked up sex slave.
He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t attracted to men, never had been. With one exception and … well … he’d been the exception to every rule in Dean’s life. If Ford thought a little bit of hand work and the scent of sex was enough to send him down that path he was sorely mistaken.
Dean let out a deep breath and tried to refocus his mind. He had to get away. He had to get Jo out and find a way to get them both underground before they could get caught. He had to get his thoughts clear of Master Ford, his plans to break Dean, and his fear that Ford might actually be smart enough to do it.
It hurt to see her so cowed by the vampire, even if she had been turned into one herself. She didn’t act like she feared Ford necessarily, but everything she did was ‘at his order’ and it always had to be done now. Of course, that could just be payback as well, just like the way she was tugging at the leash, the metal letting out a little jingle that reminded him even if he could only barely see the collar above his shirt.
“It’s time to go Dean.”
“Where are we going?” He knew they were going to a party and he was on display but he didn’t know anything else about it.
“You’ll be expected to behave Dean. Master Ford will hold your leash himself. It’s an honor you need to learn to appreciate.”
He gave a soft snort at that. Yeah, he’d start working on that right away. Jo didn’t answer though. She stood up and he couldn’t help but marvel at the dress she wore. He didn’t know if they were meant to match tonight but her dress was the same wine color as his shirt. It clung to her body with a low neckline and high slits up the thigh. Her hair was worn loose and she’d gone all out with the make up and perfume. He felt under dressed but apparently they wanted him to look ‘authentic’.
Jo tugged on his leash as she started walking and he didn’t have any choice but to obey. She pulled him up into the carriage and it took them down a small lane that he had been told was just leading them to the other side of Master Ford’s property.
It only took a moment to get there and they waited for a few minutes until finally Dean could hear a door opening and the party spilling out into the night. “Stay seated until he brings you out,” Jo said as the door opened. She stepped out but Master Ford came to look at him and Dean got his first good look at Master Ford. He was tall, with long hair pulled back tightly at the neck. His mask matched their attire and Dean knew it was on purpose. It hid his face, leaving only hard eyes to bore into him. The leash was held tightly in his hand as Ford gave him the once over. “You’re too thin, but Jo will take care of that,” he said, his voice scratchy and deep. Dean’s eyes widened as he realized why. Ford didn’t seem to be trying to hide it either, because his collar did nothing to disguise the marks on his neck, scars where someone had tried to rip his throat out.
“Come on, it’s time to show them my newest possession.”
Ford watched him as he said it and Dean bit his tongue to keep from commenting about that. When Ford turned his back and pulled on the leash, Dean followed.
With Jo holding his leash he’d been too interested in what had changed her, what broke her. Was it the simple silver collar wrapped around her pretty neck, or had her turning broken her resolve and allowed her to become the subservient creature that she was now? While she led him he allowed himself the escape of those questions. He had no such luck when it was Master Ford who held his chain. There was nothing to distract himself from the humiliation he felt as he was led into the house. He was kicking himself for his lack of observation but all he could do was stare at the length of chain that ran from the vampire’s gloved hands to the collar at his neck. Owned. Property. A slave, with nothing to his name and no right to it if he did lay claim to something.
He was used to having nothing. For so many years of his life, everything had been held in a small duffle, easily packed and easily lifted. The Impala had been the only real thing he owned and even then, when he had to choose between hiding the Impala away and continuing his search for Sam on foot, or staying closer to the gas pumps, it hadn’t been a choice. One thing the title of slave could never take from him was his soul, his spirit and there was a simple reason for it. He was Sam’s. His brother had owned him since he was six months old, a transfer of ownership written in smoke and blood and ash when his father had sent him running from the house with his brother wrapped tight in his arms.
The chain signified ownership though, it bound him to the here and now and there was nothing he’d like to escape more. He knew he had to keep an eye out, to find a way to escape but it would take time now. He wasn’t sure where he’d turn then. He was a rogue hunter, but there were others of his kind out there that would still help him, get him back on his feet. There weren’t many of them left, but they did what they could for their own.
It was more than he could say for the rest of humanity.
His feet felt like lead as he walked the short distance from the carriage to the house. Three steps up and they were on the brink of the doorway. Ford turned suddenly, eyeing Dean, his lips pulled up in a ridiculous smile. “Who would have thought, Dean Winchester, that you would be so cowed by a single day in my home?”
Dean’s eyes rose up to meet the vampire before him, his back straightening as he squared his shoulders. Maybe it was better to let him think he was already one of his tame sheep, but something in the way he said it set Dean off. He took a step forward, challenging the vampire. “I’ve seen things that would make your bloodsucking teeth fall out. Don’t think you can break me in a night.”
The chain around his neck was pulled tight, Ford’s fist pulling him close as he edged his nose up under Dean’s ear, licking lightly at the flesh. “It would be a challenge to break you in one night. Maybe I’ll just settle for breaking you in.”
It was meant to be seductive and the gravel in the man’s voice certainly helped the illusion, but they both knew if anything happened in the bedroom tonight it would have nothing to do with seduction. Dean didn’t know if Ford wanted to break him completely, if he wanted him for the fields or just for show. Hell, he just might want Dean for his bed if he’d been looking for him as long as Jo said he had.
Dean tried to take a step back but the collar stopped him, still held tight in Ford’s fist. “Would you bend for me Dean?” The vampire asked, his teeth brushing over the vein at his neck. “Which would it be I wonder? Would you let me feed off you, to keep me from fucking you?” He let out a deep laugh, warming Dean’s skin. “Which would you let me sink into you, Dean?” he asked, scraping across skin lightly. “My teeth? Or my cock?” One hand pulled tighter at his leash while the other settled proprietarily on his hip, bringing him closer. Dean could feel Ford’s hardness against his stomach.
There was no way to pull back and as much as he wanted to turn his head and pull away it would only expose his neck further. He stood still, not giving an inch either way. He didn’t know what would be worse and the indecision scared him. It was safer though, not letting even the most minute of movements give away his preference. Ford didn’t seem like the sort of master who would give his slaves a choice.
The vampire laughed again as he loosened his hold on Dean’s leash. Dean stepped away, his fists held tight as he fought the urge to strike out.
“Come on, Dean,” he gestured to the door, as if they were on a first name basis, “we don’t want to keep our guests waiting.” Like they were just friends going to a party and he wasn’t some blood sucking parasite on the face of humanity and Dean his favorite sucker. A blood sucking parasite on the face of humanity and a vampire to boot. God, Dean hated slave owners.
He walked into the house, his shoulders back and head held high, which left his next realization open for everyone to see. This was his home. He knew every piece of furniture and every trinket like he knew the inside of the Impala. He was standing in the living room of his family’s house in Lawrence. The living room furniture had been replaced with a long dining table, but the wall decorations were all the same. His eyes took in every nuance of the place and he hated whoever put that much detail into recreating his childhood home.
He realized Ford was watching him and he knew it was the vampire’s doing. “So this is all part of your collection?” he demanded.
Ford smiled at him and Dean wanted to hit him for it. “It took me a while to find all the pieces. To be honest, I was just filling up time, waiting for you to show up.”
“Well now don’t I just feel special?”
Ford laughed but then he turned away from Dean, pulling him behind to the table where his guests were watching.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Dean Winchester.”
The table seated twelve and moving around the guests were servants of various kinds, wait staff and personal attendants. There was no order to the rankings, vampire masters and human masters sat side by side, as if they hadn’t been at war seven years ago. As if humanity hadn’t almost been wiped out and most of the world’s resources destroyed in the fighting. As if the truce could change what type of monsters they were.
“I thought he was cowed already?” a middle aged woman said from the side. “That doesn’t look cowed to me.”
“Whoever thought that this hunter could be broken in the slave pens never met him.” The woman who answered her had her back facing Dean, sitting at the end of the table but she didn’t need to turn around for him to know who it was. She turned anyway though, scorn and anger obvious in her face.
“Ellen?” Dean gasped as he looked at the woman.
She stood and held a hand out. He didn’t understand until Ford leaned over, placing the leash in her hands. She circled him, eyes hardening as she did. “You’d be best to bleed him first.” She said as she assessed his condition. “Nothin’ hurts a hunter more than to become a victim of their prey. Then I’d teach him the right end of the whip, remind him what it means to really be just a piece of ass,” she stopped in front of him, staring him in the eye. “Then, I’d let him be the piece of ass he was always looking for.”
She handed the leash back to Ford. “If that don’t work, I’d turn him.” Her smile was beautiful and cruel as she sat back at the table. “Test his true mettle then. If he’s a real hunter, he’ll find a way to kill himself within a week.”
He looked down, not because her words scared him, but because he knew Jo was there in the room somewhere. She was listening to her mother spout words of hate and it wasn’t Dean she was speaking to, probably wasn’t even him she was seeing at the end of the leash.
Anger boiled up in him but even as he wanted to say something he felt the tug on the collar and reminded himself that he needed to bide his time. He’d get out there somehow. Just maybe he’d find a way to get Jo out too before she was any further attached to the man she willingly called Master.
“You should just kill him. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”
“Really?” Ford asked as he pulled Dean behind him, taking the head of the table while forcing Dean to sit to his right. “Why would you suggest I kill him when I spent years looking for him?”
Dean couldn’t help the anger this time, didn’t try to keep it from his eyes as his father’s old hunting partner looked over at Dean. Caleb had seen better days, fitter days that was for sure. He was three times the size as he’d been when Dean last saw him, back in the early days as he left to try to find Sam at Stanford.
“You’ll get better use out of a stuffed Winchester than you will a live one. He’ll be no end of trouble and he’ll never accept that collar. Better to put him on display than spend the rest of your fortune in keeping him.”
“Does anyone else have any ideas on what I should do with the last of the House Winchester?”
“I’d make him dinner,” a vampire sitting across from Dean said. She licked her lips as she eyed him, focusing on his lips as she continued, “and dessert.”
Ford laughed. “So the consensus is that I should just open him up on the table until we’ve all had our fill, then take him to my bed, and continue until he’s dead. Or submitted.” The vampire’s eyes belied the humor of his laughter and he turned to Dean. “It’s, perhaps, best that I found you before any of your so called friends Dean. They think so poorly of you.” He nodded to another servant in the doorway, a slave Dean hadn’t yet seen, and they were bringing in plates of food for the human guests and a thick cordial was poured into the goblets of the vampires. He didn’t need to look to know it was fresh, warm blood filling the fine crystal that Ford had brought in for the occasion.
“I think I will keep you as you are, Dean,” he said loud enough for them all to hear. “They think you will never break, that you will be defiant to the end, but they don’t know how patient I can be. They don’t understand that I know how to out stubborn even a Winchester.” He looked up at Jo and Dean saw the way she smiled.
Then Ford turned to look at him, something almost familiar in those eyes and he snapped his gaze away, knowing it was just a trick some of the more powerful ones could play, luring people into a false sense of security. “When the time is right, Dean Winchester, I will break that delicious rebellion from your lips and put them to much, much better use.”
Dean ignored the chuckles around the room, ignored the way his heart thumped painfully in his chest at the thought of the vampire touching him. He looked back up at Jo, trying to find something to anchor himself on. She looked at him and he didn’t know what that look meant anymore than he knew what the look between Jo and Ford had meant. He wished the damn vampire had the mask off. As much as he hated the man, he couldn’t read much from him with the damn mask shadowing and hiding away most of his face.
Jo’s face was a study of pride and shame and he didn’t know how to take it. She was obviously very fond of Ford, willing to do whatever he wanted as he’d learned in the bath, but the way she looked away said that there was something going on that she didn’t approve of. Maybe it was because Ellen was there, or maybe it was something about himself. He was still too new in the environment to know how to read things, to know how to adapt and use what he was seeing to his advantage.
Well, Dean wasn’t the most patient of Winchesters, but he could wait. He could learn and listen and file it all away until it all started to make sense. And once he was free? He’d be sure to pay a little visit to some old friends. Ellen and Caleb had been like family for a while. He could understand the bitterness that came with sitting at the table with one of the vampiric kind, but to stand aside and watch as hunters were bought and do nothing about it? To talk about how best to break a slave, a hunter?
What bothered him most was that Ford was right. He was probably safer with the vampire than with any of the others. He felt oddly in his debt and he fucking hated it. The vampire claimed ownership of this body, he had no rights to anything else.
The meal continued around him and when his own plate of ribeye steak was placed in front of him, he thanked Ford for it as he was commanded. He ate quietly, listening, learning, and biding his time until he could make his move.
Dinner lasted until late in the evening and well before it was over Ford sent him back to the main house. He told the others he didn’t want to wear out his new pet so soon, but Dean couldn’t even work up the energy to be angry. Too much had happened in the last forty eight hours and when Jo showed him into his bedchambers, he went willingly.
The room was enormous, dark drapes hanging over the windows and thick fabrics covering the furniture. On the far wall was the bed, a four postered monstrosity that looked decadent. There were night stands with matching lamps on either side of it and a chair sat on one side towards the end of the bed.
Between the bed and the door was a small waiting area, complete with a table and chairs. Food had been left out on the table, fresh fruit and breads.
“It’s a kindness, Dean,” Jo said as she watched him take in the room. “He can be a gentle master if you let him.”
“I don’t belong to anyone Jo,” Dean said turning to look at her. “I can’t believe I have to tell you that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“No one can own you!” He yelled. “What made you think you deserve that? What happened to you that you think you can be owned?”
Jo’s eyes filled with tears but she shook her head, anger winning out over her pain. “You don’t have the right to judge me Dean. You weren’t there. You don’t know what I’ve been through, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t give a good goddamn about what you think about me.”
He wanted to hate her for the words, but at least she was angry at him again, just a shade of who she had once been, but it was there.
“Jo…,”
“I’ll be back in two hours. Asleep or awake, you’ll be restrained on the bed.”
“What?”
She smiled vindictively, going so far as to let the second row of teeth descend. “You’ll be shackled to the bed. Master Ford believes he’ll find a way to get to you Dean, but he’s not stupid. Until he believes you’re his, you will be restrained to the bed.”
Dean shook his head. “This sucks.”
She turned her back on him without answering. He didn’t need an answer to know he was right. She shut the door and he was left alone in his room. Alone for the first time since he’d been captured all those months ago.
He stared out the window, losing himself to the small amount of peace he could get in the two hours he was given. Part of him knew he should be trying to work out his escape, but he needed far more information than he already had and at least he could get a little clarity from the time.
He stared across the field to the house he’d once lived in. He thought about his father, dead by his own hand to keep from being turned, his mother burnt alive in the house he had just eaten dinner, and about his brother.
Sammy.
He closed his eyes against the sob that threatened to overwhelm him. He’d failed his brother, failed to find him when he’d needed him the most. With no way of finding him and no leads, Dean simply went from one place to the next, looking for hunts, and asking about his kid brother. He didn’t have any faith that he’d find him, but he could never stop looking entirely. Every time he came close, his brother’s face rose up in front of him and the fear that Sam was out there somewhere, waiting for Dean to save him, spurned him forward once again.
When Jo came back, she found Dean still at the window close to the bed. He stripped down to his boxers and slid between the silky sheets as she reached out and shackled both hands to the board over his head. Neither said a word.
Dean just hoped it was Jo that came in the morning to release him.
He didn’t know how late it was when he heard the door quietly click closed and Dean kept his eyes shut, his breathing even. As much as he wanted to tug at the shackles that held his wrists, he didn’t want to let whoever it was know he was incapacitated if they didn’t already.
It wasn’t morning yet, not by a few hours anyway and he’d yet to meet the full contingent of slaves on the property. There was a good chance someone was there to call on him in a less than polite social call.
He heard the shuffle of feet from across the room and heard it stop not far from the bed. There was no light in the room and with the drapes pulled shut there was no way to see who his intruder was. They knew the room though, knew it well enough to see in the dark. Or they were vampiric and didn’t need the damn lights.
“I know you’re awake Dean,” Master Ford said softly.
Dean let out a deep breath, opened his eyes, and turned towards the sound of fabric being pulled off. He heard the soft zing of a zipper being pulled down and the soft fall of fabric hitting the ground in a puddle.
He felt the other side of the bed dip down slightly with the vampire’s weight and he wanted to scream but he bit down on the instinct. “What do you want?”
Ford slipped between the sheets and didn’t answer.
“They keep saying you treat your property oh so well, but the way you’re interrupting my sleep seems a bit counterproductive, don’t you think?”
“Do I own you Dean?”
He jerked away at the thought, tried to get up but his damn hands were keeping him in place.
“Can I do whatever I want to you?” The vampire said as he shifted over. Dean turned onto his side, it was as much as he could do, and Ford was pressed against his back then, his hard cock pressing against Dean’s ass as his hand trailed up over Dean’s arms. “All those girls you fucked in back alleys and bar bathrooms, did you ever let anyone fuck you?” He asked as he thrust lightly against him. “You ever take a cock up your ass Dean? Ever let one slide over those goddamn lips of yours?”
“Get the fuck off me!” Dean pushed against Ford, struggling to get away from his hands and body. Ford pressed his nose into the base of Dean’s neck, one hand coming over his hip and down until his palm was rubbing at Dean’s cock through the fabric of his boxers.
He was out of space, no room to move as Ford thrust lightly against his ass, forcing Dean’s hips to thrust up against the hand on him. He could feel himself getting hard from the friction. He’d been so worked up with Jo earlier, only to pull away before he could find release when he’d realized she didn’t want him inside her, that she was only doing it because her master told her to.
“So this is what you want?” Dean asked, trying to put as much bite in his words as he could. “Just wanted a Winchester to fuck? I can’t stop you, not with my hands tied. You gonna take me right now? Press into my body and force yourself on me? Gonna use me up until I just spread my legs for anyone you send into my bed?”
“Fuck,” the vampire’s words were heated, lust lacing everything but his hands pulled back as he gripped Dean’s hip tightly. He thrust into the curve of Dean’s ass, pressed so tight but not making an effort to pull the clothes from between them. “Not going to force you Dean,” the creature panted against his ear. “Gonna make you beg for it, make you want me so bad you can’t live without me.”
“It’s not going to happen. Trust me.”
His words seemed to affect the vampire more than anything and he heard the soft groan fall from his lips. Then there was the warmth of Ford’s seed as he spilled against Dean’s ass, his tongue swirling patterns over his neck and shoulders as his fingers pressed and released, alternating as he rode out his orgasm. When his body was still, Ford let out a soft chuckle. “God Dean. You have no idea how long… I do trust you but you have no idea what I have in mind for you. No idea what I’m willing to do to break you.”
Ford got out of the bed then and left the room. Dean closed his eyes, willing away the erection that was tenting his boxers. It was just a reaction to the friction, he knew it, but it was hard to rationalize that when he could still feel the come drying on his shorts, seeping into the skin of his ass. It was hard when he kept thinking about the strength in the hands that held him and the soft gravel of Ford’s voice in his ear.
He had to find a way out and quick. Ford wasn’t just a bastard, he was a smart bastard. He knew how to fuck with your head and he’d started it off with Jo and the house. Now he was trying to break Dean, to turn him into some kind of fucked up sex slave.
He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t attracted to men, never had been. With one exception and … well … he’d been the exception to every rule in Dean’s life. If Ford thought a little bit of hand work and the scent of sex was enough to send him down that path he was sorely mistaken.
Dean let out a deep breath and tried to refocus his mind. He had to get away. He had to get Jo out and find a way to get them both underground before they could get caught. He had to get his thoughts clear of Master Ford, his plans to break Dean, and his fear that Ford might actually be smart enough to do it.