Safeword 3/3
Title: Safeword
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Previous Installments of the Center 'Verse Here:
Based on jaenivitechia 's CW Center
Summary: A dystopian AU inspired by CW Center where corporal punishment is the norm and handled by dominant persons called caseworkers. Jensen is found guilty of several violations of speech and distribution of information and is sent to the Center for correction. He captivates a certain caseworker who knows better but can't stop his fascination with this specific case.
An appointment with the Center doesn't go entirely as planned.
Notes:These pieces are written as installments, so background isn't necessary. It certainly does clarifies some things to read the other parts if you choose to.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, others mentioned in passing
Warnings: whipping, domination, strapping, humiliation, swearing, non-con, het, slash, femslash referenced
Word Count:10,455
Parts: I, II, III
Part Three: Please Me
Jensen was surprised at where he was asked to report. At the main desk, the receptionist had clipped an elevator key onto his wrist bank with directions that he go up to the seventh floor. He swallowed uneasily and took the elevator up. A silly thrill went through him at being allowed to ride the elevator without anyone else watching him, but he felt confident in knowing that he was being obedient to Jared's desires and commands.
Once he stepped out of the elevator, however, he froze. There was nothing familiar in sight. A whimper escaped him and he backed up against the wall. There were people everywhere.Milling about, making phone calls and waving around piece of paper. This was wrong, and his stomach clenched as a feeling of unease washed over him.
“Hey,” a large man with a heavy shadow on his jaw approached him. “You lost?”
Jensen squeaked and tried to disappear into the wall. Was it impolite to be speechless in front of the Center staff? This guy was rather big, like Jared. It was a little uncanny how similarly they seemed. Except this man had light hair. Jensen squirmed. He didn't want to do anything that might make the Center reconsider his sentence. Again. The year he had to serve was a terrifying enough prospect.
The man smiled. “Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you. Where were you supposed to be? Who's your caseworker?”
“Jared,” he breathed. “I was...they told me the seventh floor.”
“Eh? This is the seventh floor,” and Jensen felt a little smug at that. “They probably gave you the wrong key. You're on the wrong side. Come on. I'll take you to him, so you don't get in trouble if your late.”
He guided Jensen back into the elevator and went through the other set of doors, using his own keys this time.
“My name's Tom,” he clapped Jensen on the shoulder and smiled. “I hired Jared. Trained him myself. You're lucky to have him.”
Jensen felt his face go hot and kept his eyes on the ground. Tom chuckled. “You must be Jensen then.”
They walked down the hall and rounded a corner.
“Well, there you are!”
“Jared!” Jensen rushed forward to explain but paused, shyly looking at Tom. “I got lost,” he said quietly.
His caseworker smiled, gently ruffling his hair. “No trouble I hope. Tom?”
The new man shrugged. “Nah. Sweet kid, though. He's a good boy.” He winked. “Have fun,” he said before vanishing down the hall.
“You're all right?”
Jensen looked up at him. “I didn't mean to.” His voice trembled and he hated it, but he didn't want the flogger again. Didn't want Jared to tie him up and hurt him anymore. “I'm sorry, Sir.”
“So, I'm Sir now?”
His hand flew to his mouth. He had slipped. In front of Tom, too! Calling a caseworker by his name at the Center was prohibited. He bowed his head to ask for the due punishment.
“Will Sir please give me correction to prevent further insubordination?”
“No,” Jared said. “I'll explain after our session. Remember to ask me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jared craned his neck and when he decided that Tom was out of sight, he cleared his throat. Jensen dropped his head, waiting for instruction.
“Drop to your knees and follow me on all fours.”
He turned on his heel and walked into a room with a nameplate on the door that read 'PADELECKI - SENIOR CASEWORKER.' Jensen followed and heard rather than saw the door close behind him.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, Sir.”
“Your injuries.”
Jensen paused, thinking. “They're better, Sir. My knee hurts a little and my ass is sore.”
“Kneeling must hurt then,” he mused. “Can you stand comfortably?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Up then.” He watched Jensen rise with his arms folded and a fond look in his eyes. “Did you read my instructions?”
His heart began to pound. “Yes, Sir.”
“You followed them?”
“Of course, Sir!”
Jared quirked an eyebrow and laughed. “Are you excited, 67?”
Reluctant to answer, Jensen looked away.
“67,” he said patiently, “I asked you a question. I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question.”
In a very small voice, he obeyed. “Yes, Sir.”
Jensen's face flamed. “I'm...excited.”
“Good. Don't be ashamed when you obey me. It is a great pleasure to myself and the State that you gain pleasure in your obedience.” Jared looked around the interior of his office. It was basic. Desk, chair, lamp, blotter, other chair. Couch. “This is not where I want to have our session. Go through the door behind my desk. There will be a box of implements. You will pick one paddle, a flogger, a phallus and whichever lube you prefer. There are several,” he added with a wicked grin. “Then sit down on the bed with the toys you chose on the side table. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You gave your request to the receptionist?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He turned to his desk and saw the envelope with a carefully written Sir Jared on the front and a 67 in the bottom right corner. He smiled to himself before smoothing his features into a cool mask.
“Are you prepared?”
He jerked his chin at the door. “Go ahead. I'll be in shortly.”
Jensen looked back at him before carefully pushing the door opening and closing it softly behind him. Smirking at the unusual coyness, Jared sat at his desk and opened the envelope. Jensen's handwriting was careful and precise. His lips curled into a smile at the thought of him seizing on something to satisfy Jared's demand, and he liked what he saw. It was an interesting request. One he didn't get very often.
~
On the other side of the door was a large bed chamber with a sinister collection of sex toys and bondage gear that reminded Jensen of the areas downstairs where he was regularly tied and whipped. He shivered and went to the box that Jared had promised would be there. He picked the least intimidating phallus, a cooling lube because he had played with ice a long while ago and like it, but there was only one flogger in the box. He held it tightly for a moment. The handle was thick about an inch in diameter and just over a foot long with long tassels hanging down from it. They were blue and black flowing down like silk. He ran his fingers over the leather and trembled remembering how it had stung on his flesh the last time Jared had used it on him.
He placed the toys on the table and sat on the bed flinching slightly when his ass connected with the comforter. It was a soft bed, which he hadn't been expecting, and he marveled as he ran his fingers over its silky smoothness.
Soft music played in the background. Rainwater and piano.
“It's very comfortable, isn't it?”
“Sir,” he murmured softly. “Yes.”
“I would like you to undress for me.”
Jensen made to stand, but Jared shook his head. “Stay on the bed. I don't want you to hurt yourself.”
The look that Jensen gave him was a mix of ease and pleasure. He unbuttoned his shirt and eased it off before unzipping his jeans and easing them and his underwear down his hips. He gasped a little when Jared pushed him down on his back gently but firmly and pulled off his socks.
“You looked like you needed help. Turn around. Let me see.”
Jensen hid his face and turned around. The bed gave nicely, so his knees didn't ache. It was terribly perverse though. Turning around and offering himself, so Jared could inspect whether or not Jensen had obeyed the directions he had left for him two days ago.
“Very nice,” he said.
The bed dipped when he rested one knee on the mattress. He brushed over the handle of the dildo buried inside of Jensen's body. The older man whimpered. Some of the lube he had used slid down his crack and dripped down his thighs. Damn oil base. It felt like he was filled with paint. And the toy of course. Jared seized the silicone and twisted it.
“Ahh!” Jensen shrieked and whined, panting when Jared pulled back slowly removing the toy.
“Good,” he cooed. “So good for me. Keep your place.”
A slick sounding pop accompanied the toy slipping entirely out of his body. Jensen whined low in his throat. Jared pulled away and went around a corner just out of Jensen's sight. For a moment, blind panic settled in and he ached to sit up and go after the other man. Just as quickly as it had come, though, he ached with a profound sense of shame. His friends had suffered - died because of his desire to spread the word of freedom, and he was acting like a whore. Shameless and wanting for an officer of the State. The State he was supposed to hate.
When Jared came back, he sensed the change in Jensen. The other man had been melting in his hands just moments before, but now he was tense. The muscles in his back tight.
“Are you going to be difficult, 67?”
“No, Sir,” but there was a distance in his words that hadn't been there before.
Jared nodded sagely. “I see. Let's get you ready then.”
Jensen tensed. He thought the dildo had been preparation. It seemed that Jared wasn't done yet. There was a tinkling of metal that put him on edge, and he craned his neck to see something shiny hanging from Jared's.
“Lie down on your back. Can you do that comfortably?”
He nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Close your eyes. I want to hear what you've been studying in those classes of yours.” There was a pause where he could hear Jared walking around the room or maybe it was just the bed. He couldn't be certain. “Tell me who the first two Chancellors were.” He ran his hands gently over Jensen's chest and his nipple swelled and stiffened.
“Evan Knight,” he rattled off easily.
They had drilled that one hard in class. The 'knight' of the new State order. His mouth twisted at the thought, but suddenly, he was panting and gasping. It felt like his chest was on fire. His left nipple ached, and he bit his lip. His eyes flew open, but Jared had one large hand planted on his sternum.
“No moving. You'll like it. I promise. You're doing very well, 67. Who else?”
“One hell of a punishment,” he murmured softly.
“This isn't about pain, Jensen.” He made sure Jensen noted the use of his name. “It's about growth.” His voice became businesslike once more. “And who else, 67?”
“Chancellor Blackstone,” he ground out.
His thighs trembled and the muscles jerked uselessly. The hurt in his chest was so...so...so much, and nothing he did, no matter how subtly he shifted, did anything to relieve it.
Jared attached a clamp to the other nipple, and a slim chain connecting the two fell like silk onto his chest. The coldness and the smallness of it was ticklish, and he giggled trying not to scream at the same time.
“Interesting. You ever have this done to you, 67?”
He shook his head.
“Turn over.”
Trembling now, he obeyed. At first, he tried to balance on his forearms and elbows before giving up the pretense and falling forward to rest his head in the circle of his arms. His cheek reveled in the coolness of the comforter.
“How did it feel when you wore that dildo?” Jared asked. His voice was soft and steady as if they were talking about politics or shopping. “Did you like it?”
“I-uh!” he grunted when a blunt object pressed against his entrance.
Sweat broke out at his hairline and he tossed his head back and forth as he was slowly penetrated. It didn't hurt, though. Not like when he had done it to himself earlier. There was pressure and give - an aching coldness from the lube that tingled all throughout his body.
“67?”
“Uh,” he panted. “I don't...fuck. I don't remember, Sir.”
“Did you like wearing this dildo? In public? In front of Tom, the receptionist and everyone else?”
He whimpered. “I've never done it before, Sir. I'm not sure.”
“Let's see if you like it better when I put it in.”
Jared bore down and several more inches slipped in. He had never felt more full in his life. It felt like Jared had shoved his whole hand inside, but it didn't hurt. In fact, if Jensen had a choice, he might have sought it out.
He howled when it started moving.
“This isn't just a dildo. It's a vibrator pressed right up against your prostate. Good?”
Jensen cried and moaned. It felt...too much. His cock twitched and hardened between his legs. The ache from his chest and the pulse in his ass only confused him more. It felt good. Really good. He tried to grind his hips against the mattress, but Jared gripped his thigh.
“No moving. I'll decide when you get off, and you will be an obedient Citizen and wait for my order. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir. Clear, Sir.”
“Good.”
Jared smiled to himself and petted Jensen's hair fondly letting his hand drift down his neck and back to rest on the the curve just before his ass. The flesh was clammy here and the muscles bunched in anticipation. He reached for the jar of oil off to the side. It was sweet like vanilla and warm from sitting in the sun. He drizzled it all over his palms and then Jensen's back. The other man sighed when Jared slowly began rubbing the oil into his skin massaging away the ache with tenderness.
“How is your knee?”
He felt Jensen startle a little under his hands. The older man had almost forgotten about the injury but a twinge of pain reminded him.
“It's manageable, Sir.”
Jared made a soft noise of understanding. He continued to sooth and rub until the tightness in Jensen's back melted away.
“Turn around, please.”
Gingerly, Jensen turned trying not to sit directly on the vibrator buried at least five inches in his body and failing miserably. Jared enjoyed the sight before pushing down on his shoulders and forcing him onto the mattress. Jensen gasped and gripped Jared's wrist rutting down on the toy eagerly. The pleasure on his face was obvious even if he wasn't ready to admit he enjoyed having something shoved up into him.
“On your back.”
Once he was supine, Jared reached behind his knee and canted it up. He knew it forced the toy to change angles and Jensen's sharp gasp confirmed it. He slowly felt around the back tendons to make sure nothing had swollen and moved onto the knee cap. When he pressed down, Jensen shot up.
“Stop! Please,” he whispered.
“It's alright. I'll be careful. Trust me.”
Jared pressed again more gently and the knee cap's owner watched him fearfully but didn't complain. It was just sore and tender from the fall, but it didn't seem to have dislocated. He would check again after the session and bandage it if he had to, but Jensen might not need it.
“I'm going to rub it to make sure it's stable. Okay?”
Jensen nodded tightly. Transfixed on Jared's big hands on his skin, the clamps and vibrator faded into the background. He was acutely aware of the warmth of his hands and the good soap smell that seemed to encase all of Jared. It was safe. In those big warm hands, with Jared all tangled up in his limbs, Jensen felt warm and kept. For those brief moments together, he was kept and belonged to someone.
“You'll be fine. No kneeling,” he grinned wickedly, “which I guess limits us a little.”
“After a fashion,” Jensen muttered.
Jared looked up at him with a shocked look on his face, then broke out into a grin. “There's fight in you yet, Pet.”
He blushed furiously at the endearment and didn't want to examine too closely his desire to hear Jared say it again.
“I'm going to blindfold you,” he said his tone becoming harsher, more caseworker than lover. It was unnerving and Jensen didn't like it.
So, Jensen said nothing. He knew better than to question orders. This 'pleasure' session was more preferential to any of his other session at the Center. If he could keep this...this illusion of Jared as something more than his caseworker, then he could make peace with it. He could handle the State if he wasn't alone anymore.
The blindfold was made of a soft clothe that fit snugly but not too snugly around his head.
“What are Citizen's Rights, 67?”
“To-”
He broke off sharply as something tickled the soles of his feet. The sensation went all through his body, straight to his cock and his pinched nipples and he rolled his hips. It felt like silky heavy strands were dragging up and down his feet, then they were draped over his ankles and danced over his legs like leather tentacles.
“67?”
“We have...” he gasped for air when Jared tickled his feet with the strands.
Undignified giggles spilled from his lips, and Jared grinned.
“You're not being very obedient,” no venom in his tone.
“No, Sir,” he agreed.
He twisted to get away and fell back to the bed gasping. The toy was pressing against that spot deep inside that made colors explode behind his eyelids. The tickling kept up and Jared pulled at the chain linking his nipples, and Jensen cried out brokenly. He was so close, right there, and he wasn't sure if Jared would let him come. If is was part of his job to get off his cases. Even if it was a pleasure session.
“Sir!” he said urgently. “I don't...I don't know what...”
“Keep still for me.”
He obeyed readily thankful for the order. The teasing strands kept brushing over his sensitive skin and the vibrator increased in its intensity. He whined and then Jared touched him there. His cock fairly jumped in his caseworker's hands. It felt like that first and only time they had ever lain together, but it was so much better, too. He knew Jared was going to keep giving it to him. He had been so good, and the other man had been so proud of him.
He just wanted everyone to be happy with him.
“Don't,” Jared said. “Don't think. Just feel. Feel me touching you and pleasing you. Do you like it? Do you want more?”
“Yes,” he sighed. “Please.”
Jared shallowly thrust the vibrator in and out of Jensen's body until he was moaning and crying out openly barely stopping to breath. He moved his hand to Jensen's cock and stroked him firmly to the precipice of his orgasm and pushed his over the ends pumping him steadily through it. Jensen came blinded and trapped in Jared's hands and didn't think that he had ever come so hard before in his life.
“Are you here?” Jared teased taking off the blindfold.
Jensen blinked against the sudden light, and then Jared started bringing him back down. The clamps came up first and -oh fuck!- did that hurt. The ache went unbearably deep in a pleasant sort of way. The vibrator that had already been shut off and slowly came out, and Jensen winced a little as it left him feeling empty and ravished.
“Are you with me?”
“Yeah.”
“I take it your 'request' can hold off for a bit?”
He groaned at the idea, and Jared grinned.
“Though so.”
“Come on. Let's get you wound down.”
It was only after they had gotten into the bathroom and Jared ordered him into the tub that Jensen answered the question Jared had first asked him. The soap was generic and the water hot and good. Jared knelt on the side of the tub bathing Jensen's body almost reverently claiming that it was the role of the caseworker when acting as a dominant to meet all of the cases needs.
Jensen's voice was flat when he spoke. “We have only the privilege of serving the State, Sir.”
His voice was soft, and the other man in the bathroom with him frowned. Silence stretched between them. Jared didn't like this abrupt changes in Jensen's moods.
“Jensen, the ability to serve the State is something you should be proud of. There's nothing to be ashamed of if you are serving the State in the only way you know how.”
Jensen looked at him with hollow eyes. “There are people who have suffered, who have died because of me. I shouldn't be happy when I'm responsible for their pain.”
“The world doesn't turn because you do well, and it doesn't spin off its axis because you don't.” He helped him out of the tub and into a soft robe. “Your clothing is on the chest. I'll leave you to dress and take you to down to the reception area.”
~
Jensen took the tram home, clutching his appointment card tightly. He planned on going to sleep early, so he could wake up at dawn. He wanted to go down to the beach. There were some reference photos he wanted to take. His most recent project was giving him more problems than he had originally planned for. Work would take his mind off this uncomfortable thing growing between him and the man responsible for carrying out his sentence. Maybe then his heart would stop pounding with something that was very much not fear whenever he saw the giant from the Center.