Fic: Two sides of one coin
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Prompt: Primary Prompt Phrase: Jensen purchases Jared
Title: Two sides of one coin
Words: 7 837
Author: junkerin
Beta: cappy712weresoclose
Artist: sadly no one wanted my story :-(
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Ackles family as OC, Mark Pellegrino, Misha Collins, JD Morgan, Chris Kane, Steve Carlson
Pairings: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles;
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: institutionalised slavery, underage Jared is 16
Summary: Jensen wants to be a good master. But is there something like a good master?
Part one:
One Side: the head - Master Jensen Ackles -
Jensen was a prime example of a Patrician. He was young, handsome and about to become a successful politician; not that a Patrician could do much wrong.
He had finished the Yale academy top of his class and had started working in the council two month prior. His father was proud of him, and now at the age of 24. it was finally time to show he was worthy as his father's successor..
Jensen had know all his life that this day would come. As his birthright, he was entitled to great responsibility. This was the way it always had been.
Most importantly, he wasn’t a monster, he was a nice guy. He would be a good master to his serf. He wasn’t surprised when a couple of weeks after his 24th birthday his father told him during breakfast: “I made you an appointment at the assignment office. You can drop by anytime you want.”
The room went silent. His mother was stunned by the announcement, his sister barley hid her disgust and his brother showed a mix of anger and envy. Yes it was hard to be the second son or a daughter to a patrician. Only the oldest son would inherit the position and the fortune, younger sons, daughters and even the widow would only inherit a small trust of five million dollars each, the rest would go to Jensen.
“I thought you were against slavery…” his sister Lyn stared at him, her face pale.
“It is his birth right!” His father cut in “It is what sets him - us - apart from Medici. And its not like plepe are like us, they are … just plepe; this modern fuss about equality, stupid talk of the youth. Every now and then it comes up; but it is a fact that our class system provides stability and freedom.”
“Only if you are lucky enough to be born a Patrician or Medici, if you’re born a guild or plepe than you can become a serf.” Lyn returned hotly.
“Only between the age of sixteen and twenty one.” His father, William Ackles, tried to appease. “After that they are free to become what ever they want; and even then they choose to serve, right James? And being a serf is a fulfilling duty, right Annie?” He asked the butler serving their breakfast and the serf standing behind his chair and waiting on him.
Jensen looked around and found that all four different classes of their society were present. He and his father were Patrician, the only class allowed slaves or serfs as they were usually called. His mother, sister Lyn and younger brother Maxim were Medeci the second highest class and as high you could ever rise (Bill Gates was a very good example. His parents had been simple plepe but he had made a fortune that had put him in the ranks of Medeci). You could become a Medeci but only the oldest son born to a Patrician would become Patrician.
Plepe, or guild, were all other ordinary people. Blue collar worker or white collar workers, small business owners, teachers, nurses, doctors and all the people that had to work every day to earn their keep. Between the age 16 and 21 they could be chosen as serfs, body slaves to Patrician just like Annie was. She was as far as Jensen knew 25 and his father had taken her six years ago, after he had sent Andrea his former body slave to work in the kitchen because she became too old for his taste.
And now Jensen would get his first serf. This was so exciting! He would go first thing today to make his choice.
“Do you know what you want?” his mother Caroline asked.
“You should make a list of the attributes you want the serf to have, that makes the choice easier and I recommend someone as young as possible, they are easier to handle, sometimes they need some time to adjust to their new situation.” His father said petting Annie`s ass absently.
“I’ll be a good master.” Jensen said seriously.
“Off course you will be a great master.” Caroline Ackles said “I think you should follow your father’s advice and make a list, if you like I'll look it over. And than we can go shopping for a new house for you and you will need a maid and a butler at the very least. If you like I can do that too.”
“That would be great, thank you mom.” Jensen answered.
Life was great. Not only would he get his own personal slave but would also be allowed to move out into his own home complete with his own staff.
Jensen was a bit nervous when he gave his mother his list. Off course, his parents knew about his preferences with men. It didn’t matter. He knew he would be expected to marry some Medeci girl to sire an heir to inherit his title as Patrician but to get a male serf would send a signal of what or what not he expected of his future wife.
“Ah let's see… yes, this looks okay and if you're sure you want a boy and not a girl … well then everything is all right.”
“Mother you know your approval means a lot to me.” Jensen said.
“Thank you my dear. I approve of your list. It shows you put some thought into it. Here's a list of houses I would like to look at with you. Maybe after you come back from the assignment office? Than you can have your boy delivered to your new home. That is a big step for you, I can’t tell you how proud I’m of you for becoming a true Patrician.I'm so glad you're not trying to look less like one. I know how it is modern to do so in some places.
Jensen knew what she meant there were some young modern Patricians that declined their birthright to have slaves. They chose to become Medici and he knew his mother had worried he would become one of them. But since he wanted to be a good master and not abuse his slave and the power he had over him, he didn’t see a point in denying himself his rights.
“Maybe I should give you my Aston Martin. You've always wanted it and it would make a good impression on the assignment office.”
So it came to be that Jensen drove to the assignment office in his Aston Martin.
“Patrician Ackles! Welcome to the Office! My name is Mark Sheppard; I assume it’s your first time here?”
“Yes it is. My father made this appointment.”
“Since he has named you his heir, you are now entitled to have your serf. Any special wishes we can help with?”
“I made a list…” Jensen started but he figured he sounded like a little boy talking to Santa Claus so he shut up and started over:” Perhaps you could show me how to … make my choice.”
“Yes Sir, this way please.” Mark Sheppard said bowing slightly; he had to hide a smile: every big Patrician was always eager as a kind in a candy store when it came time to look for a serf.
Jensen was lead through a nice modern office to a back room decked out all in white with a desk and a computer on it, the screen encompassing the entire back wall.
“Here, you can enter your chosen parameters and the computer will show you the options.”
“Nationwide?” Jensen asked.
“Yes. As soon as you've made your choice, the serf is retrieved and brought to you within three days.”
“Why the delay?” Jensen asked. He had always wondered why it took so long to finally get the serf.
“As you might know the plepe have two days to pay a fee so the chosen serf would be returned to his or her family.”
Jensen didn’t know that and he certainly didn’t like it:” Does that happen often?”
“In all my years working here - once, and the Patrician was much happier with the serf he finally took home.” Mark informed him. “What amount are you thinking of spending?”
“$600.” Jensen said nonchalantly.
“Well, for that amount I can almost guarantee you that …”
“Yes my father informed me that with that amount there shouldn't be any problem. So, I would like to start.”
Keep control, tell the lower classes what you want and what you expect of them; never allow them to see you uncertain. Jensen got what his father had tried to teach him. Time to be the Patrician he was raised to be.
Jensen took the seat and started the computer.
"Male or female?"
"Male"
"Age?"
"16"
And so on, and on. After probably 20 questions, the screen showed the first picture of a young boy and Jensen started to click through the pics. He didn’t know, what he was looking for, but was sure he would know once he saw him.
And then there he was: just turned 16, tall, gangly, floppy hair, multi colored eyes and a bright dimpled smile. He was beautiful and he would get more handsome the older he got.
There were no further information like hobbies or where he lived just a name was mentioned “Jared Tristan Padalecki, 16” more information was not necessary.
“This one.”
“Okay the serf will be brought to you in three days. Thank you for your time and purchase.”
Three days later Jensen could barley sit still. He had moved into his new house the previous day and his mother was still looking for a gardener/chauffeur but he already had a housekeeper and a butler.
Tomorrow on Saturday he was throwing a huge party to show his friends and family his new house and introduce his serf. Today, Jensen had planned an easy day so Jayjay could settle in and they could get to know each other.
He heard the door bell and his housekeeper Martha opened the door. She lead three agents from the assignment office and his serf into his study.
“Patrician Ackles?” one of the agents asked.
“Yes.”
“This is your serf, formally know as guild Jared Tristan Padalecki, please sign here to complete your purchase. “
Jensen signed the form and the three agents left, but before doing so, one stepped closer to Jensen and said in a quiet voice pointing at the kneeling serf.
“He was … very nervous and we … gave him something to calm him down.”
“You mean he is drugged?”
“No, just a bit to calm him down, it should wear off soon.”
“Okay. Thank you agent.”
Jensen turned around and looked at his kneeling serf. His eyes were a red as though he had been crying, his hair was far too long and his clothes were ridiculous. Jensen made his first decision.
“Jayjay get up. You may call me Master Jensen, Sir or Patrician Ackles. I see you have… luggage but you don’t need any of that.”
“My name is Jared.” Jayjay said with a soft voice.
“Not anymore and I like Jayjay better. So give Martha your suitcase and we'll go shopping and make you pretty.” Jensen said with a smile. He figured since Jayjay had been a bit upset he would attempt to cheer him up by buying him something nice. Yes, that was a good way to start their friendship.
He was surprised when he saw a flash of angst in Jayjay´s eyes but it vanished as Jayjay blinked and looked in Jensen’s eyes.
“Yes Sir.” Jayjay said.
“I don’t have a chauffeur right now but I've got a new Aston Martin so let’s get to the mall. Oh before I forget it, your collar. Man I almost forgot that! Kneel down. I got a standard one for you maybe we'll get something nicer later.”
Jensen opened a drawer and pulled out a box. He opened it and showed Jayjay the collar. It was a simple black one an inch wide. Jayjay kneeled before him and Jensen fastened the collar around his neck. There was something in the eyes of his serf but that also vanished so fast Jensen wasn’t sure he'd seen it.
“Let’s go.” Jensen said smiling and offering a hand to Jayjay to get up, but he obviously didn’t see it and pushed his new serf out to the car. “Martha please put his stuff away he wont need it anymore. We're going shopping!”
Jensen was in a splendid mood! Life was fantastic, the sun was shining and the birds were singing as he walked along the mall and were lavished with attention: a young Patrician and his serf. Jensen watched their reflection in the windows in the shops. He walked proud and Jayjay walked half a step behind him, the collar clearly visible due the deep V-neck shirt.
“First thing you need is a haircut, Jayjay. Something short and sharp so I can always see your pretty eyes; we'll go here, that is my hair studio and we have an appointment with Greg. He does my hair too.”
The two of them entered a stylish shop and were greeted by a young man with green highlights in his hair.
“Patrician Ackles it’s so good to see you; what can I do for you on this beautiful day?”
“I got my serf today and we decided to have some fun and go shopping. I think he really needs a hair cut. Jayjay this is Greg he really does work magic.”
“So please have a seat. Would you like something to drink while we discuss how to groom your serf?”
“I want his hair short maybe just a little bit longer on top? But I want to be able to look into his eyes. He really has beautiful eyes doesn’t he?”
“Yes Sir certainly, but I must admit it is a little bit of shame to cut this hair it is really…”
“No I want it cut! And get Michel for a manicure for him and myself.”
It took the better part of the morning before they were finished but the result was stunning. Jayjay looked fantastic with his short hair and just the way Jensen had always pictured his first serf.
“Now Jayjay, what would you like to go shopping for? You need some clothes that’s for certain, and some things for tonight, right?”
“What? Yes Sir, thank you.”
“Are you always that quiet?”
“Ahm well no, but …”
“I get this must be a little bit overwhelming for you, but I’ll be a nice master to you, you will see. Oh here, we can get some clothes for you here…”
Jensen had Jayjay try on nearly every pant, shirt and t-shirt in the store. He managed to decide on some of them, so Jayjay was dressed for now.
A little tired, but still excited about their wonderful first day together Jensen drove them home. “Can you drive Jayjay? Maybe I can teach you.”
“My father taught me to drive.”
“Oh okay, I didn’t knew you guys had a car …”
“Well my family…”
“I’m your family now!” Jensen said sharply but continued a little more calmly “And frankly I don’t need you telling me about your former boring plepe life. You are now with me and your life will be fun and interesting and all it wasn’t before, because I have chosen you. You are a lucky one Jayjay - and in case you don’t know it having contact with your folks is forbidden.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry.”
“Well you need to get used to all of this. Tell you what when we get home, I'll have Martha make us a nice dinner and then we'll retire early to bed.” Jensen said smiling at his serf.
This was easily one of the best days of Jensen’s life and he couldn’t wait until nightfall when he could finally have his serf. They'd enjoyed a nice dinner, and now had moved upstairs to the master bedroom. It was plain that Jayjay was nervous (how cute, a blushing virgin) but Jensen knew how to handle his serf. He wasn’t cruel, he was a good master and Jayjay should know this by now. They had spent the day together with buying Jayjay things and dressing him up and becoming friends. So Jensen expected more a “seduce the virgin”, than the hot steamy sex he expected for the future.
Jayjay was standing uncertain at the bathroom door. Jensen had told him to do his things in there and then to come out. And now he was standing there obviously freshly showered in the door dressed only in tight black briefs (purchased today) and looking gorgeous.
“Relax Jayjay, you look great and I know you won’t disappoint me. You’ve got nothing to fear. I know this is all new for you. Come here and sit on the bed.”
Jensen was barefoot and had taken off his dress shirt but still dressed in his pants. He knew it was important to display some dominance.
“Yes Master Jensen, thank you.” Jensen saw his serf take a deep breath.
“You’re so sweet and shy my serf. Don’t look away Jayjay this is a compliment. Look at me. There you go. No more stupid bangs that hide your wonderful eyes.”
Jayjay´s eyes were huge and he swallowed hard when Jensen reached out and traced his face with his fingers. Yes definitely seduction of a virgin.
“Have you ever kissed someone Jayjay?”
“Yes Sir.”
“A boy or a girl?”
“Both.”
“Both! Oh Jayjay you’re naughty boy.” Jensen remarked with a smile. “What did you like better?”
It wasn’t that Jensen really cared what Jayjay preferred; Jayjay was his now and would love him. Because every serf loved his or her master, right?
“You told me not to bother you with my former life.”
“Hm yes but I want to know this.”
Jayjay closed his eyes and swallowed when he opened his eyes again and looked directly at Jensen he said: “The boy.”
“Show me.”
“What? No! …. I mean. Master Jensen I was …” Jayjay stuttered
“Shhh is okay.” Jensen whispered in Jayjay´s ear “Was it like this?” And he leaned in and kissed Jayjay.
It was a soft kiss but as soon as Jensen felt that Jayjay didn’t fight him he pushed his tongue in Jayjay´s mouth. Jensen let the kiss get heated and pushed Jayjay to lay on his back on the bed. Jensen found that he liked kissing Jayjay. Okay, he could be a little more into it, but he tasted good.
“Turn around for me Jayjay and lie on your stomach.” Jensen ordered and his voice sounded odd even to himself. He pulled the black briefs off and had finally his serf naked for the first time (excepted for the collar) in his bed.
Jayjay was all long legs and starting muscles. He was still growing into his body, and his body belonged to Jensen. He needed to touch, he needed to claim. Maybe he could have Jayjay tattooed or pierced to show the world who owned this boy.
Jayjay seemed tense again: “Relax, you'll be just fine.” He opened the drawer and pulled out lube. He knew his serf was clean and he couldn’t get pregnant so why bother with a condom? The click of the lube was loud in the silent bedroom. It seemed like Jayjay was holding his breath.
“Take a deep breath in and now breathe out. Great now do it again.” When Jayjay breathed out again Jensen pushed his finger in Jayjay´s hole.
“Shh relax it’s easier when you relax.”
“Yes Sir.”
Chuckling Jensen said: “When we are alone and naked and having sex you can call me Jensen.”
Jayjay took another relaxing breath and Jensen was able to push his finger in deeper slowly he started to finger fuck Jayjay. Spreading lube so he wouldn’t hurt his serf; he wasn’t a monster, he was a good master.
After what seemed an eternity to Jensen he added a second finger. Jayjay felt so tight around his finger he could barley wait to get his cock into this tight hot channel.
Jensen took his pants and underwear off, freeing his cock from restraint.
“Get on your hands and knees for me Jayjay. God you look so good.” He slicked himself up and lined his cock up at Jayjay´s opening. He spread the lube and felt a tremor run through his serf, good he was just excited as he was. He slowly pushed in.
Holy fucking hell!
Jayjay felt better than any of the prostitutes he had tried on occasion. Jensen pushed further in until he bottomed out. He needed to catch his breath. Wow! He hadn’t expected such tight heat. Jensen leaned his chest forward to Jayjay´s back and planted a trail of kisses along his neck.
“You feel so good for me. And you’re doing so good for me I’m proud of you Jayjay.” Jensen managed to whisper in Jayjay´s ear before he pulled out all the way. He lined himself up again and pushed in again. This time his cock went in easier but it was still a tight fit. He pulled out again smearing some lube around Jayjay´s hole and pushed in for a third time.
This time he could hear Jayjay moan. Jensen knew with this build up and Jayjay making noises like this he wouldn’t have much stamina. He began to slowly speed up his thrusts. He angled his hips to try and hit Jayjay´s prostate. Faster and faster he fucked into Jayjay, his hips snapping forward hard and fast almost punishing until with a groan he came deep inside his serf. He continued thrusting as his orgasm ebbed slowly away and his cock grew too sensitive. Jensen carefully pulled out. He reached for the tissue on his night stand to clean himself up.
He looked at Jayjay´s hole, it was red and swollen and some come dripped out but apart from that there were now tears or blood visible. With a finger he pushed the come back into Jayjay, he didn’t want the mess in his bed.
“If you like you can use the bathroom again to clean up.” He told Jayjay. Yes he knew he needed to take care of his serf. He was a good master; he wasn’t a monster. With a smile he snuggled himself into the cushions and went into a deep peaceful sleep.
The next morning Jensen woke up alone in his bed. It took him a moment to remember what happened last night. He had hoped Jayjay would still be with him in his bed but obviously he had woken up earlier, well maybe he was bringing him his breakfast in bed.
Jensen wasn’t a morning person. He needed his coffee in the morning, but he had been willing to set that aside in the hopes of a wake up blow job. Well nobody was perfect, and his serf was no exception.
He went into his bathroom to take a shower. The shower was still slightly wet so Jayjay had showered this morning.
After he had finished in the bathroom he returned into his bedroom. He found a pale Jayjay sitting on the bed.
“Good morning Sir.”
“Good morning Jayjay you have great timing. Come here and get on your knees.”
With only a slight hesitation Jayjay came to Jensen and kneeled before him. Jensen let the towel he had around his hips drop.
“Have you ever given a blow job Jayjay?” Jensen asked the kneeling boy.
The sight of it alone made Jensen half hard.
Jayjay shook his head.
“No? Well imagine it’s an ice coin and the ice is melting and you try to lick it all up before it goes to waste.”
Jared looked up at him, his big slanted eyes staring at Jensen. He slowly opened his mouth and let his tongue dance along Jensen’s member.
It wasn’t a good blow job and Jayjay would need a lot more practice. In the end Jensen gripped the back of his head and fucked his mouth pushing his cock in Jayjay´s constricting throat as he came. Jensen held himself there to help Jayjay get used to the feeling. There were tears running down the serfs cheeks and Jensen brushed them away with his thumb.
“Don’t be sad Jayjay. You just need some practice and I will give you plenty of opportunities for that.”
“Yes Sir, thank you.”
“What about some breakfast?”
“Miss Martha prepared your breakfast in the dining room.”
After he had his breakfast Jensen called his household into his study.
“As you all know we are having a big party tonight. Martha and John, the catering service will be coming around noon. You tell them were put everything. Jayjay you can help them. I expect you to follow their orders. I have some work to do so go get started. Call me around 3 pm to get ready.”
Ten minutes to 3 pm there was a knock on his door.
“Come in.”
“Sir it is almost time.” John informed him.
“Thank you John. Where is Jayjay? Please send him up in my room as soon as he has finished his task.”
It took Jayjay another 20 minutes to come up to the master bedroom.
“Jayjay, where have you been? We need to shower and get dressed, so hurry up.”
They went into the bathroom. “What are you waiting for? Get undressed.”
“Yes master.”
Jensen pulled Jayjay with himself in the big shower stall.
“Part of your duty as my body sla…as my serf is to serve my body.”
Oh my god Jayjay blushed!
“So Jayjay wash me.”
“What? I mean Sir?”
“You heard me - get the cloth and wash me.”
As Jayjay began washing him it became glaringly obvious that Jayjay really thought he was doing this to get Jensen clean. Jensen had to hide a smile, it would be fun to teach his serf to all he needed to know to please him.
Jayjay had reached his legs and Jensen spread his legs. When he reached his front he was eye level with Jensen's impressive erection. He wanted to continue his task but Jensen motioned to his cock: “Don’t you think you should take care of that?”
Jayjay only hesitated for a moment before reaching out but it took far too long for Jensen’s taste.
“Jayjay you need every bit of practice you can get and if you don’t get started right now I'll let you practice on all our guests tonight.”
Jayjay really tried to please Jensen but Jensen wasn’t in a patient mood, he had heard Jayjay laughing and talking with Martha in the kitchen and realized with a sudden stab that he was jealous. Jayjay was his he should share his laughter first and foremost with him!
After two or three minutes of sucking and licking Jensen just grabbed his head and fucked Jayjay´s face hard and fast. After he came deep in Jayjay's throat he told the still kneeling boy: “Get up and finish bathing we have a party to attend.”
A little while later wile they were walking down the steps, Jensen and Jayjay both dressed in dark suits; the only difference was Jensen was wearing a tie and Jayjay had the first three buttons open to show his collar. They walked past the big mirror in the hall and Jensen caught a glimpse of himself and Jayjay. They looked perfect together: almost equal in height, dressed sharply and Jayjay with his nice short haircut: master and slave.
“Stay close to me tonight there are many people I want to introduce you to. You will meet some of my friends and people I work with.” He instructed an obviously nervous Jayjay.
“Yes master. About that what will I do when you go to the council? Will I stay here?”
“No, off course not. You will come with me to the office. I’m not some old fashioned master who keeps his serf chained to the bed. We are friends Jayjay and I want you to enjoy this party. It's your party too.”
“Yes master Jensen.”
“And Jayjay - “
“Yes Sir?”
“I know you have dimples. You’re allowed to smile and show them. Just between you and me Jayjay: this is also a little bit to show you off. My beautiful serf.”
The party was a success.
“Jayjay these are my best friends Medici Christian Kane and his partner Medici Steve Carlson. You will see them a lot, I usually hang out with them.”
“Jayjay this is Medici Mark Pellegrino and Medici Jeffrey Morgan. They also work at the council.”
“Jayjay this is my brother Medici Maxim Ackles and my sister Medici Lyn Ackles. I expect you to follow their orders as well.”
“Jayjay please meet my parents Patrician William Ackles and his wife Medici Caroline Ackles. She was the one who found the house and the staff.”
The food was served by a catering service and simply delicious. Little morsels of filet mignon, shrimp, caviar, salmon and many other things Jensen couldn’t name. Okay, he hadn't paid attention to how much Jayjay ate. But it there was enough food there that nobody would have to starve.
Later there was some dancing outside by the big pool and Jensen danced for the first time with Jayjay.
“You’re quite besotted with your Jayjay.” Chris Kane remarked while dancing with his partner Steve Carlson.
“Well yes. Are you having fun Jayjay?” Jensen smiled.
“Yes Sir.”
“When did he get here?” Steve asked.
“Yesterday morning. We went to Greg for a hair cut and then we went shopping for clothes and things.” Jensen answered.
They both looked a bit stunned but Jensen couldn’t understand why.
“Tomorrow we have our day off and on Monday we'll go to the council.” Jensen continued.
“Don’t you think maybe you should give the boy a little more time… to … adjust?”
“No why? I mean we're having a lot of fun. Right, Jayjay?”
“Yes master.”
Steve and Chris exchanged another look; well, sometime his friends were a bit strange.
They spent almost the entire Sunday in bed, Jensen fucking Jayjay in every way he could think of. Around three in the afternoon he sent Jayjay for food and then he hand fed Jayjay before they had more sex.
“Master can I ask you something.” Jayjay said after he practiced his blow job techniques.
“Sure.”
“Where your parents surprised when you chose a male serf?”
“No they knew my preferences.”
“I just thought that you as a Patrician…”
“…couldn’t be together with another man? Well Jayjay in a couple of years I will marry a nice Medici girl and we will have kids together, but that has nothing to do with you being mine.”
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
Monday came too fast for Jensen’s taste. But he had work to do at the council. The one positive thing was Jayjay would be there with him. They had a fast breakfast and then Jensen drove them in his Aston Martin to the office. He was a little curious how Jayjay would interact with the staff at the council.
Jayjay had met Morgan and Pellegrino. They were council members just like Jensen and his father. But since they were Medici they had only one vote whereas Jensen as a Patrician had three and since the whole council only held five places all votes were in favor of the Patrician.
Jensen liked his work at the council. He could make decisions like the building of a new concert hall or a speed lane on the high way. Okay sometimes they had to vote over boring stuff like local schools or hospitals but on days like this Jensen took a day off or would vote the way his father advised him to.
“The next item up for vote in a couple of weeks is Morgan’s baby, he wants to finance a new wing in the hospital and he tries to persuade my father and I of the benefits. My father and I are still undecided if it is wise to invest further in the hospital at this time.”
“And there I was, stupid me, thinking investing in a hospital was always a good thing.” Jayjay said.
Was Jayjay making fun of him? No his face was totally impassive.
“No you’re not stupid - you just don’t see the big picture.” He appeased his serf.
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. Do Medici Kane and Medici Carlson also work here?” Jayjay asked.
Jensen smiled not only had Jayjay recalled their names and status but also realized he never mentioned their occupation. He was lucky that his serf wasn’t only good (meaning great) looking but seemed to be smart for a plepe.
“No they are musicians. Kane’s grand father made it to the status of a Medici with cattle as far as I know. And Carlson’s family was always big in the music business. So they are what my family call new money, but I was allowed to play and hang out with them since the nearest Patrician around my age is Justin Hartley and he lives in Orlando, Florida.”
Jayjay nodded his understanding.
“What about Medici Morgan and Medici Pellegrino? What is their occupation outside the council?”
“Jayjay when you are a council member your only occupation is the council. Only some Medici have worked before. Medici Morgan for example made his fortune with renewable energy, everything from solar panels to wind parks.”
“Medici Morgan is Morgan Industry?” Jayjay asked impressed.
“Yes do you know it?”
“Well who doesn’t? What about Medici Pellegrino?”
“He is the second son of a Patrician in California. He made his fortune on the stock market.”
“Thank you Sir for answering my questions.” Jayjay said politely. Oh god, his serf was so cute sometimes.
They had reached the state council and Jensen had parked in the underground garage. They rode up to the 15th floor where Jensen’s office was. Jensen’s mother had helped to pick out colors and furniture, so the style looked very similar to his home.
Jensen spendt the morning introducing Jayjay to his other staff, then they started on the papers and letters concerning the new hospital wing and other items that would be up for vote in the near future.
Jensen was impressed with how quickly Jayjay caught on to everything. He could read and write, and he was very good with the computer. Still, Jensen's favorite part of the day was during lunch break when he bent Jayjay over his desk and fucked him hard and fast.
In the afternoon Jensen had an appointment with Medici Morgan and he asked Jayjay to welcome him at the elevator and than bring him to the office. While he was waiting for Jayjay to bring Morgan in he heard some laughter and through the glass door he could see Jayjay smiling and laughing with Morgan. Jayjay´s face was light up and his dimples were out in full force. Jensen swallowed, that smile was the one he had been waiting for, the one he had seen in the picture in the agency. Why didn’t Jayjay smile at him like this?
“What is so funny?” he asked quietly cool when they entered his office.
“Nothing Master Jensen.” Jayjay said dropping his head.
“Your serf just told me that he had won an award on a project in his school about solar panels.”
“Okay I see, well we are not in school; you had something you wanted to show me?”
A couple of days later Jensen had to punish Jayjay for the first time. He had called him in the office only “Jensen”. No Master or Sir just Jensen!
Jensen was furious. Hadn’t he told Jayjay on his first day that he expected to be called Master Jensen or Patrician Ackles or at least Sir? So it was totally Jayjay's fault.
Well Jensen wasn’t looking forward to it, but it was something a Patrician had to do. He had to punish his serf. Jensen figured since it happened in the office he should punish Jayjay in the office, no use in delaying it.
“Pull down your pants and bend over the desk.”
“What?! I mean Sir please what?”
“Jayjay I’ve never punished a serf, I want to see what I’m doing, alright? And it’s not like I haven’t seen you before this”
Jayjay swallowed noisily but rose to his feet. Bending over the desk, Jayjay was trembling hard enough that the whole desk seemed to be shaking. Jensen pressing a warm palm to the small of his back for reassurance only made him shake more.
Jensen tightened his hold, “Its fine…”
Jayjay shook his head, clearly in distress.
“Look at me, Jayjay. Please?”
He shook his head.
“Jayjay; look at me.” Jensen ordered.
Slowly Jayjay raised his eyes to meet Jensen’s.
“You’re scared?”
Jayjay bit his lip and nodded.
“Why?”
“It’ll hurt.”
“Yes,” Jensen agreed, “It will. … But it’s a punishment, Jayjay. It’s meant to hurt. So you will remember and learn from it. Yes it’ll hurt. You may find it hard to sit for a day or two but I promise; there’s no lasting damage. Okay?”
Jayjay stretched out over the cool wood of the table, resting on his elbows so that his rear was upturned perfectly to receive the punishment.
Usually when Jayjay was in this position he was about to fuck him, the resemblance of the position caught Jensen off guard; sending an unexpected flash of desire down Jensen’s spine right to his cock.
“Ready?” he asked and Jayjay nodded mutely.
‘Smack’ left cheek.
‘Smack’ right cheek.
‘Smack’ left cheek.
‘Smack’ right cheek.
‘Smack’ left cheek.
‘Smack’ right cheek.
Jensen’s father had shown him how to punish a serf and how to administer the spankings. And even if this was the first time Jensen had to dole out a punishment Jensen was sure he was doing a good job.
By the time the ten hits were done, Jensen’s hand almost hurt. He realized this should of occurred to him. He decided he would get a paddle or something for the next time.
His serf looked worse, his face marred with tears and snot and his ass bright red and hot to touch. For a brief moment he saw something flash in Jayjay´s eyes but it was gone before he could figure it out. Again Jensen wondered how it would feel to fuck Jayjay now, but this was for a punishment not enjoyment; maybe when they got home.
Two weeks later Jensen learned that his perfect Jayjay in fact wasn’t all perfect. After the spanking he had been a little bit quiet for Jensen’s taste, but worse was he was sometimes very clumsy. It started when he helped Martha and cut himself. Nothing too bad just a long nasty cut on his lower arm. Jensen couldn’t even understand how he had cut himself there. A week later he felt down the stairs in the office. Those were just the first two of many minor injuries Jayjay contracted over the years.
This was how his life with his serf went. Jayjay and he were good friends and they had a lot of fun together; yes there were punishments but they were few and seldom. They worked well together which was probably related to the fact that he fucked Jayjay during almost every lunch break or let Jayjay blow him under his desk while he was on the phone.
Of course their relationship changed and grew in the six years that followed. His lanky sixteen year old boy became a tall and handsome man that stood 6 foot 4, at least 3 inches taller than Jensen. His broad shoulders and his narrow hips still turned Jensen on like on they had the first day.
Life was perfect and could go on like this forever. That was when everything changed.
The movement to free slaves had been getting stronger and stronger in the last couple of years.
Suddenly there was a new central government chosen by the people. Every man and every woman had one vote and almost every guild or plepe (and most of the Medici) choose to vote.
There were some fights in the streets but after the new government changed the law so that the tax income no longer belonged to the Patrician, many Patricians suddenly had problems paying their people.
Jensen’s family was well off, true they missed their tax income but the Ackles family had invested in computer industry, railroads, pharmacy, real estate and some other business that still had to pay their interests to them.
It had been a hard day at the council. When a system changes so much so rapidly, someone had to watch out that they didn’t all end up in an anarchy. So while the new government now held all the power they still needed the council and their bureaucracy to bring the new laws to the people.
Jensen had been taking a shower and was now freshly dressed when he entered his living room. Jayjay had switched on the television and was watching the news. Even Martha and John had joined him.
“What is going on here?” Jensen asked this wasn’t normal behavior for his household, usually Jayjay would wait with his dinner.
“Sir, President Beaver is making a speech.” Martha informed him and now Jensen finally paid attention to what was on the news.
President Jim Beaver was only a guild but had been voted in as President. Jensen wasn’t sure he liked the guy, he had some strange ideas.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of this great nation, today we make history. The class system will end today. From this day on every man and every woman will be equal. As for the claiming of the serfs -“ he took a deep breath and looked into the camera
“From this day on the claiming of serfs is prohibited by law. Every person who lives in the household of a Patrician as a serf will be contacted shortly. Federal Marshalls will be coming to every household and ask the serf if he or she wants to go with them. I understand that after such a long time your freedom…”
“What the fuck? How dare he!” Jensen screamed at the TV. He was outraged Jayjay and he belonged together! He turned around and looked at Jayjay, John and Martha.
They looked a little frightened especially Jayjay. He took a deep breath, he had to stay clam, he was a Patrician after all and he had always been a good master he wouldn’t let the rage he felt toward this new law affect his interaction with this people.
“Martha, please prepare a light meal for Jayjay and me and bring it up. Jayjay I want you to shower and then wait in my room.”
For a second no one moved, then Martha went to the kitchen and Jayjay upstairs.
“This is ridiculous.” He mumbled to himself. Jensen knew he shouldn’t worry; he and Jayjay were six years together now and they were happy. Jensen knew he spoiled Jayjay only last week they had gone shopping again and Jayjay had got a new hair cut (Greg had advised a nice short hair cut and some black highlights).
He even had Jayjay showed how to drive a car and last year during their vacation he had shown him horse back riding.
At the council they were a force to recon with. When they worked together on a goal and Jayjay was really into it there was no force on heaven and earth that could stop them.
No, Jensen was sure Jayjay was happy and would stay with him. They were friends, they were lovers. Jayjay wouldn’t leave him.
He went upstairs to his bed room and undressed; he could hear the shower still running. There was a silent knock on the door. “Just leave it outside thank you Martha.” He called, he counted till ten and than went for the door and food.
He had just put it on the little table by his fire place when he heard the shower shout off. And some moments later a still slightly wet Jayjay entered his room.
“Master?” he asked astonished.
“Come here Jayjay.” he petted the bed beside him and gracefully Jayjay went in his naked glory to him. His serf still took his breath away he had grown into his large form and filled out with mussels.
“I just wanted to show you what you mean to me.” Jensen said as he pushed Jayjay to lay on his back. Jensen started kissing every inch of Jayjay sun kissed skin. He took a nipple in his mouth kissing and carefully nibbling on the hardening bud. Jensen kissed down his cheats his abdomen and followed Jayjay´s treasure trail.
“God Jayjay you’re so beautiful. Kiss me.” He said coming back up and claiming Jayjay´s mouth.
That night they made slowly love. He let Jayjay ride him. He let him blow him and he bended him almost in half pushing in hard and deep. In between he feed Jayjay with morsels Martha had prepared. It was a perfect night even Jayjay came once.
The next morning was a Friday, Jensen had decided since he didn’t knew when the Federal Marshals would show up they would proceed like every other day.
He had just finished his break fast when he heard the door bell.
“Sir, there are two Federal Marshalls at the door. They want to see you and your serf.”
“Thank you Martha. Come Jayjay lets get over with this.”
Together they went to the front door. The two Marshalls were standing before Jensen’s entrance.
“You don’t have to be afraid Jayjay. Just tell them what you want.” Jensen encouraged Jayjay.
Jayjay swallowed hard.
“Patrician Jensen Ross Ackles?” One of the Marshall asked.
“Yes that’s me.”
“So you are Jared Tristan Padalecki chosen serf?”
“Yes Sir.” Jayjay said looking at his feet.
“Mr. Padalecki would you like to come with us? We could take you to your family or where ever you want.”
Jensen looked at Jayjay.
Those fools! Why should Jayjay leave a comfortable live? Why should he leave Jensen they loved each other?
Jayjay took another deep breath and looked directly at the two Marshalls.
“Yes I want to go with you.”
Jensen watched Jayjay walk out of his life. Leaving him just like the last six years didn’t mean anything to him.
Jensen still watched long after the car had left his driveway.
Jayjay had left him. He couldn’t believe it he had been a good master but Jayjay had left him.
This is my story for the Slave exchange
Part two will follow soon
Prompt: Primary Prompt Phrase: Jensen purchases Jared
Title: Two sides of one coin
Words: 7 837
Author: junkerin
Beta: cappy712weresoclose
Artist: sadly no one wanted my story :-(
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Ackles family as OC, Mark Pellegrino, Misha Collins, JD Morgan, Chris Kane, Steve Carlson
Pairings: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles;
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: institutionalised slavery, underage Jared is 16
Summary: Jensen wants to be a good master. But is there something like a good master?
Part one:
One Side: the head - Master Jensen Ackles -
Jensen was a prime example of a Patrician. He was young, handsome and about to become a successful politician; not that a Patrician could do much wrong.
He had finished the Yale academy top of his class and had started working in the council two month prior. His father was proud of him, and now at the age of 24. it was finally time to show he was worthy as his father's successor..
Jensen had know all his life that this day would come. As his birthright, he was entitled to great responsibility. This was the way it always had been.
Most importantly, he wasn’t a monster, he was a nice guy. He would be a good master to his serf. He wasn’t surprised when a couple of weeks after his 24th birthday his father told him during breakfast: “I made you an appointment at the assignment office. You can drop by anytime you want.”
The room went silent. His mother was stunned by the announcement, his sister barley hid her disgust and his brother showed a mix of anger and envy. Yes it was hard to be the second son or a daughter to a patrician. Only the oldest son would inherit the position and the fortune, younger sons, daughters and even the widow would only inherit a small trust of five million dollars each, the rest would go to Jensen.
“I thought you were against slavery…” his sister Lyn stared at him, her face pale.
“It is his birth right!” His father cut in “It is what sets him - us - apart from Medici. And its not like plepe are like us, they are … just plepe; this modern fuss about equality, stupid talk of the youth. Every now and then it comes up; but it is a fact that our class system provides stability and freedom.”
“Only if you are lucky enough to be born a Patrician or Medici, if you’re born a guild or plepe than you can become a serf.” Lyn returned hotly.
“Only between the age of sixteen and twenty one.” His father, William Ackles, tried to appease. “After that they are free to become what ever they want; and even then they choose to serve, right James? And being a serf is a fulfilling duty, right Annie?” He asked the butler serving their breakfast and the serf standing behind his chair and waiting on him.
Jensen looked around and found that all four different classes of their society were present. He and his father were Patrician, the only class allowed slaves or serfs as they were usually called. His mother, sister Lyn and younger brother Maxim were Medeci the second highest class and as high you could ever rise (Bill Gates was a very good example. His parents had been simple plepe but he had made a fortune that had put him in the ranks of Medeci). You could become a Medeci but only the oldest son born to a Patrician would become Patrician.
Plepe, or guild, were all other ordinary people. Blue collar worker or white collar workers, small business owners, teachers, nurses, doctors and all the people that had to work every day to earn their keep. Between the age 16 and 21 they could be chosen as serfs, body slaves to Patrician just like Annie was. She was as far as Jensen knew 25 and his father had taken her six years ago, after he had sent Andrea his former body slave to work in the kitchen because she became too old for his taste.
And now Jensen would get his first serf. This was so exciting! He would go first thing today to make his choice.
“Do you know what you want?” his mother Caroline asked.
“You should make a list of the attributes you want the serf to have, that makes the choice easier and I recommend someone as young as possible, they are easier to handle, sometimes they need some time to adjust to their new situation.” His father said petting Annie`s ass absently.
“I’ll be a good master.” Jensen said seriously.
“Off course you will be a great master.” Caroline Ackles said “I think you should follow your father’s advice and make a list, if you like I'll look it over. And than we can go shopping for a new house for you and you will need a maid and a butler at the very least. If you like I can do that too.”
“That would be great, thank you mom.” Jensen answered.
Life was great. Not only would he get his own personal slave but would also be allowed to move out into his own home complete with his own staff.
Jensen was a bit nervous when he gave his mother his list. Off course, his parents knew about his preferences with men. It didn’t matter. He knew he would be expected to marry some Medeci girl to sire an heir to inherit his title as Patrician but to get a male serf would send a signal of what or what not he expected of his future wife.
“Ah let's see… yes, this looks okay and if you're sure you want a boy and not a girl … well then everything is all right.”
“Mother you know your approval means a lot to me.” Jensen said.
“Thank you my dear. I approve of your list. It shows you put some thought into it. Here's a list of houses I would like to look at with you. Maybe after you come back from the assignment office? Than you can have your boy delivered to your new home. That is a big step for you, I can’t tell you how proud I’m of you for becoming a true Patrician.I'm so glad you're not trying to look less like one. I know how it is modern to do so in some places.
Jensen knew what she meant there were some young modern Patricians that declined their birthright to have slaves. They chose to become Medici and he knew his mother had worried he would become one of them. But since he wanted to be a good master and not abuse his slave and the power he had over him, he didn’t see a point in denying himself his rights.
“Maybe I should give you my Aston Martin. You've always wanted it and it would make a good impression on the assignment office.”
So it came to be that Jensen drove to the assignment office in his Aston Martin.
“Patrician Ackles! Welcome to the Office! My name is Mark Sheppard; I assume it’s your first time here?”
“Yes it is. My father made this appointment.”
“Since he has named you his heir, you are now entitled to have your serf. Any special wishes we can help with?”
“I made a list…” Jensen started but he figured he sounded like a little boy talking to Santa Claus so he shut up and started over:” Perhaps you could show me how to … make my choice.”
“Yes Sir, this way please.” Mark Sheppard said bowing slightly; he had to hide a smile: every big Patrician was always eager as a kind in a candy store when it came time to look for a serf.
Jensen was lead through a nice modern office to a back room decked out all in white with a desk and a computer on it, the screen encompassing the entire back wall.
“Here, you can enter your chosen parameters and the computer will show you the options.”
“Nationwide?” Jensen asked.
“Yes. As soon as you've made your choice, the serf is retrieved and brought to you within three days.”
“Why the delay?” Jensen asked. He had always wondered why it took so long to finally get the serf.
“As you might know the plepe have two days to pay a fee so the chosen serf would be returned to his or her family.”
Jensen didn’t know that and he certainly didn’t like it:” Does that happen often?”
“In all my years working here - once, and the Patrician was much happier with the serf he finally took home.” Mark informed him. “What amount are you thinking of spending?”
“$600.” Jensen said nonchalantly.
“Well, for that amount I can almost guarantee you that …”
“Yes my father informed me that with that amount there shouldn't be any problem. So, I would like to start.”
Keep control, tell the lower classes what you want and what you expect of them; never allow them to see you uncertain. Jensen got what his father had tried to teach him. Time to be the Patrician he was raised to be.
Jensen took the seat and started the computer.
"Male or female?"
"Male"
"Age?"
"16"
And so on, and on. After probably 20 questions, the screen showed the first picture of a young boy and Jensen started to click through the pics. He didn’t know, what he was looking for, but was sure he would know once he saw him.
And then there he was: just turned 16, tall, gangly, floppy hair, multi colored eyes and a bright dimpled smile. He was beautiful and he would get more handsome the older he got.
There were no further information like hobbies or where he lived just a name was mentioned “Jared Tristan Padalecki, 16” more information was not necessary.
“This one.”
“Okay the serf will be brought to you in three days. Thank you for your time and purchase.”
Three days later Jensen could barley sit still. He had moved into his new house the previous day and his mother was still looking for a gardener/chauffeur but he already had a housekeeper and a butler.
Tomorrow on Saturday he was throwing a huge party to show his friends and family his new house and introduce his serf. Today, Jensen had planned an easy day so Jayjay could settle in and they could get to know each other.
He heard the door bell and his housekeeper Martha opened the door. She lead three agents from the assignment office and his serf into his study.
“Patrician Ackles?” one of the agents asked.
“Yes.”
“This is your serf, formally know as guild Jared Tristan Padalecki, please sign here to complete your purchase. “
Jensen signed the form and the three agents left, but before doing so, one stepped closer to Jensen and said in a quiet voice pointing at the kneeling serf.
“He was … very nervous and we … gave him something to calm him down.”
“You mean he is drugged?”
“No, just a bit to calm him down, it should wear off soon.”
“Okay. Thank you agent.”
Jensen turned around and looked at his kneeling serf. His eyes were a red as though he had been crying, his hair was far too long and his clothes were ridiculous. Jensen made his first decision.
“Jayjay get up. You may call me Master Jensen, Sir or Patrician Ackles. I see you have… luggage but you don’t need any of that.”
“My name is Jared.” Jayjay said with a soft voice.
“Not anymore and I like Jayjay better. So give Martha your suitcase and we'll go shopping and make you pretty.” Jensen said with a smile. He figured since Jayjay had been a bit upset he would attempt to cheer him up by buying him something nice. Yes, that was a good way to start their friendship.
He was surprised when he saw a flash of angst in Jayjay´s eyes but it vanished as Jayjay blinked and looked in Jensen’s eyes.
“Yes Sir.” Jayjay said.
“I don’t have a chauffeur right now but I've got a new Aston Martin so let’s get to the mall. Oh before I forget it, your collar. Man I almost forgot that! Kneel down. I got a standard one for you maybe we'll get something nicer later.”
Jensen opened a drawer and pulled out a box. He opened it and showed Jayjay the collar. It was a simple black one an inch wide. Jayjay kneeled before him and Jensen fastened the collar around his neck. There was something in the eyes of his serf but that also vanished so fast Jensen wasn’t sure he'd seen it.
“Let’s go.” Jensen said smiling and offering a hand to Jayjay to get up, but he obviously didn’t see it and pushed his new serf out to the car. “Martha please put his stuff away he wont need it anymore. We're going shopping!”
Jensen was in a splendid mood! Life was fantastic, the sun was shining and the birds were singing as he walked along the mall and were lavished with attention: a young Patrician and his serf. Jensen watched their reflection in the windows in the shops. He walked proud and Jayjay walked half a step behind him, the collar clearly visible due the deep V-neck shirt.
“First thing you need is a haircut, Jayjay. Something short and sharp so I can always see your pretty eyes; we'll go here, that is my hair studio and we have an appointment with Greg. He does my hair too.”
The two of them entered a stylish shop and were greeted by a young man with green highlights in his hair.
“Patrician Ackles it’s so good to see you; what can I do for you on this beautiful day?”
“I got my serf today and we decided to have some fun and go shopping. I think he really needs a hair cut. Jayjay this is Greg he really does work magic.”
“So please have a seat. Would you like something to drink while we discuss how to groom your serf?”
“I want his hair short maybe just a little bit longer on top? But I want to be able to look into his eyes. He really has beautiful eyes doesn’t he?”
“Yes Sir certainly, but I must admit it is a little bit of shame to cut this hair it is really…”
“No I want it cut! And get Michel for a manicure for him and myself.”
It took the better part of the morning before they were finished but the result was stunning. Jayjay looked fantastic with his short hair and just the way Jensen had always pictured his first serf.
“Now Jayjay, what would you like to go shopping for? You need some clothes that’s for certain, and some things for tonight, right?”
“What? Yes Sir, thank you.”
“Are you always that quiet?”
“Ahm well no, but …”
“I get this must be a little bit overwhelming for you, but I’ll be a nice master to you, you will see. Oh here, we can get some clothes for you here…”
Jensen had Jayjay try on nearly every pant, shirt and t-shirt in the store. He managed to decide on some of them, so Jayjay was dressed for now.
A little tired, but still excited about their wonderful first day together Jensen drove them home. “Can you drive Jayjay? Maybe I can teach you.”
“My father taught me to drive.”
“Oh okay, I didn’t knew you guys had a car …”
“Well my family…”
“I’m your family now!” Jensen said sharply but continued a little more calmly “And frankly I don’t need you telling me about your former boring plepe life. You are now with me and your life will be fun and interesting and all it wasn’t before, because I have chosen you. You are a lucky one Jayjay - and in case you don’t know it having contact with your folks is forbidden.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry.”
“Well you need to get used to all of this. Tell you what when we get home, I'll have Martha make us a nice dinner and then we'll retire early to bed.” Jensen said smiling at his serf.
This was easily one of the best days of Jensen’s life and he couldn’t wait until nightfall when he could finally have his serf. They'd enjoyed a nice dinner, and now had moved upstairs to the master bedroom. It was plain that Jayjay was nervous (how cute, a blushing virgin) but Jensen knew how to handle his serf. He wasn’t cruel, he was a good master and Jayjay should know this by now. They had spent the day together with buying Jayjay things and dressing him up and becoming friends. So Jensen expected more a “seduce the virgin”, than the hot steamy sex he expected for the future.
Jayjay was standing uncertain at the bathroom door. Jensen had told him to do his things in there and then to come out. And now he was standing there obviously freshly showered in the door dressed only in tight black briefs (purchased today) and looking gorgeous.
“Relax Jayjay, you look great and I know you won’t disappoint me. You’ve got nothing to fear. I know this is all new for you. Come here and sit on the bed.”
Jensen was barefoot and had taken off his dress shirt but still dressed in his pants. He knew it was important to display some dominance.
“Yes Master Jensen, thank you.” Jensen saw his serf take a deep breath.
“You’re so sweet and shy my serf. Don’t look away Jayjay this is a compliment. Look at me. There you go. No more stupid bangs that hide your wonderful eyes.”
Jayjay´s eyes were huge and he swallowed hard when Jensen reached out and traced his face with his fingers. Yes definitely seduction of a virgin.
“Have you ever kissed someone Jayjay?”
“Yes Sir.”
“A boy or a girl?”
“Both.”
“Both! Oh Jayjay you’re naughty boy.” Jensen remarked with a smile. “What did you like better?”
It wasn’t that Jensen really cared what Jayjay preferred; Jayjay was his now and would love him. Because every serf loved his or her master, right?
“You told me not to bother you with my former life.”
“Hm yes but I want to know this.”
Jayjay closed his eyes and swallowed when he opened his eyes again and looked directly at Jensen he said: “The boy.”
“Show me.”
“What? No! …. I mean. Master Jensen I was …” Jayjay stuttered
“Shhh is okay.” Jensen whispered in Jayjay´s ear “Was it like this?” And he leaned in and kissed Jayjay.
It was a soft kiss but as soon as Jensen felt that Jayjay didn’t fight him he pushed his tongue in Jayjay´s mouth. Jensen let the kiss get heated and pushed Jayjay to lay on his back on the bed. Jensen found that he liked kissing Jayjay. Okay, he could be a little more into it, but he tasted good.
“Turn around for me Jayjay and lie on your stomach.” Jensen ordered and his voice sounded odd even to himself. He pulled the black briefs off and had finally his serf naked for the first time (excepted for the collar) in his bed.
Jayjay was all long legs and starting muscles. He was still growing into his body, and his body belonged to Jensen. He needed to touch, he needed to claim. Maybe he could have Jayjay tattooed or pierced to show the world who owned this boy.
Jayjay seemed tense again: “Relax, you'll be just fine.” He opened the drawer and pulled out lube. He knew his serf was clean and he couldn’t get pregnant so why bother with a condom? The click of the lube was loud in the silent bedroom. It seemed like Jayjay was holding his breath.
“Take a deep breath in and now breathe out. Great now do it again.” When Jayjay breathed out again Jensen pushed his finger in Jayjay´s hole.
“Shh relax it’s easier when you relax.”
“Yes Sir.”
Chuckling Jensen said: “When we are alone and naked and having sex you can call me Jensen.”
Jayjay took another relaxing breath and Jensen was able to push his finger in deeper slowly he started to finger fuck Jayjay. Spreading lube so he wouldn’t hurt his serf; he wasn’t a monster, he was a good master.
After what seemed an eternity to Jensen he added a second finger. Jayjay felt so tight around his finger he could barley wait to get his cock into this tight hot channel.
Jensen took his pants and underwear off, freeing his cock from restraint.
“Get on your hands and knees for me Jayjay. God you look so good.” He slicked himself up and lined his cock up at Jayjay´s opening. He spread the lube and felt a tremor run through his serf, good he was just excited as he was. He slowly pushed in.
Holy fucking hell!
Jayjay felt better than any of the prostitutes he had tried on occasion. Jensen pushed further in until he bottomed out. He needed to catch his breath. Wow! He hadn’t expected such tight heat. Jensen leaned his chest forward to Jayjay´s back and planted a trail of kisses along his neck.
“You feel so good for me. And you’re doing so good for me I’m proud of you Jayjay.” Jensen managed to whisper in Jayjay´s ear before he pulled out all the way. He lined himself up again and pushed in again. This time his cock went in easier but it was still a tight fit. He pulled out again smearing some lube around Jayjay´s hole and pushed in for a third time.
This time he could hear Jayjay moan. Jensen knew with this build up and Jayjay making noises like this he wouldn’t have much stamina. He began to slowly speed up his thrusts. He angled his hips to try and hit Jayjay´s prostate. Faster and faster he fucked into Jayjay, his hips snapping forward hard and fast almost punishing until with a groan he came deep inside his serf. He continued thrusting as his orgasm ebbed slowly away and his cock grew too sensitive. Jensen carefully pulled out. He reached for the tissue on his night stand to clean himself up.
He looked at Jayjay´s hole, it was red and swollen and some come dripped out but apart from that there were now tears or blood visible. With a finger he pushed the come back into Jayjay, he didn’t want the mess in his bed.
“If you like you can use the bathroom again to clean up.” He told Jayjay. Yes he knew he needed to take care of his serf. He was a good master; he wasn’t a monster. With a smile he snuggled himself into the cushions and went into a deep peaceful sleep.
The next morning Jensen woke up alone in his bed. It took him a moment to remember what happened last night. He had hoped Jayjay would still be with him in his bed but obviously he had woken up earlier, well maybe he was bringing him his breakfast in bed.
Jensen wasn’t a morning person. He needed his coffee in the morning, but he had been willing to set that aside in the hopes of a wake up blow job. Well nobody was perfect, and his serf was no exception.
He went into his bathroom to take a shower. The shower was still slightly wet so Jayjay had showered this morning.
After he had finished in the bathroom he returned into his bedroom. He found a pale Jayjay sitting on the bed.
“Good morning Sir.”
“Good morning Jayjay you have great timing. Come here and get on your knees.”
With only a slight hesitation Jayjay came to Jensen and kneeled before him. Jensen let the towel he had around his hips drop.
“Have you ever given a blow job Jayjay?” Jensen asked the kneeling boy.
The sight of it alone made Jensen half hard.
Jayjay shook his head.
“No? Well imagine it’s an ice coin and the ice is melting and you try to lick it all up before it goes to waste.”
Jared looked up at him, his big slanted eyes staring at Jensen. He slowly opened his mouth and let his tongue dance along Jensen’s member.
It wasn’t a good blow job and Jayjay would need a lot more practice. In the end Jensen gripped the back of his head and fucked his mouth pushing his cock in Jayjay´s constricting throat as he came. Jensen held himself there to help Jayjay get used to the feeling. There were tears running down the serfs cheeks and Jensen brushed them away with his thumb.
“Don’t be sad Jayjay. You just need some practice and I will give you plenty of opportunities for that.”
“Yes Sir, thank you.”
“What about some breakfast?”
“Miss Martha prepared your breakfast in the dining room.”
After he had his breakfast Jensen called his household into his study.
“As you all know we are having a big party tonight. Martha and John, the catering service will be coming around noon. You tell them were put everything. Jayjay you can help them. I expect you to follow their orders. I have some work to do so go get started. Call me around 3 pm to get ready.”
Ten minutes to 3 pm there was a knock on his door.
“Come in.”
“Sir it is almost time.” John informed him.
“Thank you John. Where is Jayjay? Please send him up in my room as soon as he has finished his task.”
It took Jayjay another 20 minutes to come up to the master bedroom.
“Jayjay, where have you been? We need to shower and get dressed, so hurry up.”
They went into the bathroom. “What are you waiting for? Get undressed.”
“Yes master.”
Jensen pulled Jayjay with himself in the big shower stall.
“Part of your duty as my body sla…as my serf is to serve my body.”
Oh my god Jayjay blushed!
“So Jayjay wash me.”
“What? I mean Sir?”
“You heard me - get the cloth and wash me.”
As Jayjay began washing him it became glaringly obvious that Jayjay really thought he was doing this to get Jensen clean. Jensen had to hide a smile, it would be fun to teach his serf to all he needed to know to please him.
Jayjay had reached his legs and Jensen spread his legs. When he reached his front he was eye level with Jensen's impressive erection. He wanted to continue his task but Jensen motioned to his cock: “Don’t you think you should take care of that?”
Jayjay only hesitated for a moment before reaching out but it took far too long for Jensen’s taste.
“Jayjay you need every bit of practice you can get and if you don’t get started right now I'll let you practice on all our guests tonight.”
Jayjay really tried to please Jensen but Jensen wasn’t in a patient mood, he had heard Jayjay laughing and talking with Martha in the kitchen and realized with a sudden stab that he was jealous. Jayjay was his he should share his laughter first and foremost with him!
After two or three minutes of sucking and licking Jensen just grabbed his head and fucked Jayjay´s face hard and fast. After he came deep in Jayjay's throat he told the still kneeling boy: “Get up and finish bathing we have a party to attend.”
A little while later wile they were walking down the steps, Jensen and Jayjay both dressed in dark suits; the only difference was Jensen was wearing a tie and Jayjay had the first three buttons open to show his collar. They walked past the big mirror in the hall and Jensen caught a glimpse of himself and Jayjay. They looked perfect together: almost equal in height, dressed sharply and Jayjay with his nice short haircut: master and slave.
“Stay close to me tonight there are many people I want to introduce you to. You will meet some of my friends and people I work with.” He instructed an obviously nervous Jayjay.
“Yes master. About that what will I do when you go to the council? Will I stay here?”
“No, off course not. You will come with me to the office. I’m not some old fashioned master who keeps his serf chained to the bed. We are friends Jayjay and I want you to enjoy this party. It's your party too.”
“Yes master Jensen.”
“And Jayjay - “
“Yes Sir?”
“I know you have dimples. You’re allowed to smile and show them. Just between you and me Jayjay: this is also a little bit to show you off. My beautiful serf.”
The party was a success.
“Jayjay these are my best friends Medici Christian Kane and his partner Medici Steve Carlson. You will see them a lot, I usually hang out with them.”
“Jayjay this is Medici Mark Pellegrino and Medici Jeffrey Morgan. They also work at the council.”
“Jayjay this is my brother Medici Maxim Ackles and my sister Medici Lyn Ackles. I expect you to follow their orders as well.”
“Jayjay please meet my parents Patrician William Ackles and his wife Medici Caroline Ackles. She was the one who found the house and the staff.”
The food was served by a catering service and simply delicious. Little morsels of filet mignon, shrimp, caviar, salmon and many other things Jensen couldn’t name. Okay, he hadn't paid attention to how much Jayjay ate. But it there was enough food there that nobody would have to starve.
Later there was some dancing outside by the big pool and Jensen danced for the first time with Jayjay.
“You’re quite besotted with your Jayjay.” Chris Kane remarked while dancing with his partner Steve Carlson.
“Well yes. Are you having fun Jayjay?” Jensen smiled.
“Yes Sir.”
“When did he get here?” Steve asked.
“Yesterday morning. We went to Greg for a hair cut and then we went shopping for clothes and things.” Jensen answered.
They both looked a bit stunned but Jensen couldn’t understand why.
“Tomorrow we have our day off and on Monday we'll go to the council.” Jensen continued.
“Don’t you think maybe you should give the boy a little more time… to … adjust?”
“No why? I mean we're having a lot of fun. Right, Jayjay?”
“Yes master.”
Steve and Chris exchanged another look; well, sometime his friends were a bit strange.
They spent almost the entire Sunday in bed, Jensen fucking Jayjay in every way he could think of. Around three in the afternoon he sent Jayjay for food and then he hand fed Jayjay before they had more sex.
“Master can I ask you something.” Jayjay said after he practiced his blow job techniques.
“Sure.”
“Where your parents surprised when you chose a male serf?”
“No they knew my preferences.”
“I just thought that you as a Patrician…”
“…couldn’t be together with another man? Well Jayjay in a couple of years I will marry a nice Medici girl and we will have kids together, but that has nothing to do with you being mine.”
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
Monday came too fast for Jensen’s taste. But he had work to do at the council. The one positive thing was Jayjay would be there with him. They had a fast breakfast and then Jensen drove them in his Aston Martin to the office. He was a little curious how Jayjay would interact with the staff at the council.
Jayjay had met Morgan and Pellegrino. They were council members just like Jensen and his father. But since they were Medici they had only one vote whereas Jensen as a Patrician had three and since the whole council only held five places all votes were in favor of the Patrician.
Jensen liked his work at the council. He could make decisions like the building of a new concert hall or a speed lane on the high way. Okay sometimes they had to vote over boring stuff like local schools or hospitals but on days like this Jensen took a day off or would vote the way his father advised him to.
“The next item up for vote in a couple of weeks is Morgan’s baby, he wants to finance a new wing in the hospital and he tries to persuade my father and I of the benefits. My father and I are still undecided if it is wise to invest further in the hospital at this time.”
“And there I was, stupid me, thinking investing in a hospital was always a good thing.” Jayjay said.
Was Jayjay making fun of him? No his face was totally impassive.
“No you’re not stupid - you just don’t see the big picture.” He appeased his serf.
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. Do Medici Kane and Medici Carlson also work here?” Jayjay asked.
Jensen smiled not only had Jayjay recalled their names and status but also realized he never mentioned their occupation. He was lucky that his serf wasn’t only good (meaning great) looking but seemed to be smart for a plepe.
“No they are musicians. Kane’s grand father made it to the status of a Medici with cattle as far as I know. And Carlson’s family was always big in the music business. So they are what my family call new money, but I was allowed to play and hang out with them since the nearest Patrician around my age is Justin Hartley and he lives in Orlando, Florida.”
Jayjay nodded his understanding.
“What about Medici Morgan and Medici Pellegrino? What is their occupation outside the council?”
“Jayjay when you are a council member your only occupation is the council. Only some Medici have worked before. Medici Morgan for example made his fortune with renewable energy, everything from solar panels to wind parks.”
“Medici Morgan is Morgan Industry?” Jayjay asked impressed.
“Yes do you know it?”
“Well who doesn’t? What about Medici Pellegrino?”
“He is the second son of a Patrician in California. He made his fortune on the stock market.”
“Thank you Sir for answering my questions.” Jayjay said politely. Oh god, his serf was so cute sometimes.
They had reached the state council and Jensen had parked in the underground garage. They rode up to the 15th floor where Jensen’s office was. Jensen’s mother had helped to pick out colors and furniture, so the style looked very similar to his home.
Jensen spendt the morning introducing Jayjay to his other staff, then they started on the papers and letters concerning the new hospital wing and other items that would be up for vote in the near future.
Jensen was impressed with how quickly Jayjay caught on to everything. He could read and write, and he was very good with the computer. Still, Jensen's favorite part of the day was during lunch break when he bent Jayjay over his desk and fucked him hard and fast.
In the afternoon Jensen had an appointment with Medici Morgan and he asked Jayjay to welcome him at the elevator and than bring him to the office. While he was waiting for Jayjay to bring Morgan in he heard some laughter and through the glass door he could see Jayjay smiling and laughing with Morgan. Jayjay´s face was light up and his dimples were out in full force. Jensen swallowed, that smile was the one he had been waiting for, the one he had seen in the picture in the agency. Why didn’t Jayjay smile at him like this?
“What is so funny?” he asked quietly cool when they entered his office.
“Nothing Master Jensen.” Jayjay said dropping his head.
“Your serf just told me that he had won an award on a project in his school about solar panels.”
“Okay I see, well we are not in school; you had something you wanted to show me?”
A couple of days later Jensen had to punish Jayjay for the first time. He had called him in the office only “Jensen”. No Master or Sir just Jensen!
Jensen was furious. Hadn’t he told Jayjay on his first day that he expected to be called Master Jensen or Patrician Ackles or at least Sir? So it was totally Jayjay's fault.
Well Jensen wasn’t looking forward to it, but it was something a Patrician had to do. He had to punish his serf. Jensen figured since it happened in the office he should punish Jayjay in the office, no use in delaying it.
“Pull down your pants and bend over the desk.”
“What?! I mean Sir please what?”
“Jayjay I’ve never punished a serf, I want to see what I’m doing, alright? And it’s not like I haven’t seen you before this”
Jayjay swallowed noisily but rose to his feet. Bending over the desk, Jayjay was trembling hard enough that the whole desk seemed to be shaking. Jensen pressing a warm palm to the small of his back for reassurance only made him shake more.
Jensen tightened his hold, “Its fine…”
Jayjay shook his head, clearly in distress.
“Look at me, Jayjay. Please?”
He shook his head.
“Jayjay; look at me.” Jensen ordered.
Slowly Jayjay raised his eyes to meet Jensen’s.
“You’re scared?”
Jayjay bit his lip and nodded.
“Why?”
“It’ll hurt.”
“Yes,” Jensen agreed, “It will. … But it’s a punishment, Jayjay. It’s meant to hurt. So you will remember and learn from it. Yes it’ll hurt. You may find it hard to sit for a day or two but I promise; there’s no lasting damage. Okay?”
Jayjay stretched out over the cool wood of the table, resting on his elbows so that his rear was upturned perfectly to receive the punishment.
Usually when Jayjay was in this position he was about to fuck him, the resemblance of the position caught Jensen off guard; sending an unexpected flash of desire down Jensen’s spine right to his cock.
“Ready?” he asked and Jayjay nodded mutely.
‘Smack’ left cheek.
‘Smack’ right cheek.
‘Smack’ left cheek.
‘Smack’ right cheek.
‘Smack’ left cheek.
‘Smack’ right cheek.
Jensen’s father had shown him how to punish a serf and how to administer the spankings. And even if this was the first time Jensen had to dole out a punishment Jensen was sure he was doing a good job.
By the time the ten hits were done, Jensen’s hand almost hurt. He realized this should of occurred to him. He decided he would get a paddle or something for the next time.
His serf looked worse, his face marred with tears and snot and his ass bright red and hot to touch. For a brief moment he saw something flash in Jayjay´s eyes but it was gone before he could figure it out. Again Jensen wondered how it would feel to fuck Jayjay now, but this was for a punishment not enjoyment; maybe when they got home.
Two weeks later Jensen learned that his perfect Jayjay in fact wasn’t all perfect. After the spanking he had been a little bit quiet for Jensen’s taste, but worse was he was sometimes very clumsy. It started when he helped Martha and cut himself. Nothing too bad just a long nasty cut on his lower arm. Jensen couldn’t even understand how he had cut himself there. A week later he felt down the stairs in the office. Those were just the first two of many minor injuries Jayjay contracted over the years.
This was how his life with his serf went. Jayjay and he were good friends and they had a lot of fun together; yes there were punishments but they were few and seldom. They worked well together which was probably related to the fact that he fucked Jayjay during almost every lunch break or let Jayjay blow him under his desk while he was on the phone.
Of course their relationship changed and grew in the six years that followed. His lanky sixteen year old boy became a tall and handsome man that stood 6 foot 4, at least 3 inches taller than Jensen. His broad shoulders and his narrow hips still turned Jensen on like on they had the first day.
Life was perfect and could go on like this forever. That was when everything changed.
The movement to free slaves had been getting stronger and stronger in the last couple of years.
Suddenly there was a new central government chosen by the people. Every man and every woman had one vote and almost every guild or plepe (and most of the Medici) choose to vote.
There were some fights in the streets but after the new government changed the law so that the tax income no longer belonged to the Patrician, many Patricians suddenly had problems paying their people.
Jensen’s family was well off, true they missed their tax income but the Ackles family had invested in computer industry, railroads, pharmacy, real estate and some other business that still had to pay their interests to them.
It had been a hard day at the council. When a system changes so much so rapidly, someone had to watch out that they didn’t all end up in an anarchy. So while the new government now held all the power they still needed the council and their bureaucracy to bring the new laws to the people.
Jensen had been taking a shower and was now freshly dressed when he entered his living room. Jayjay had switched on the television and was watching the news. Even Martha and John had joined him.
“What is going on here?” Jensen asked this wasn’t normal behavior for his household, usually Jayjay would wait with his dinner.
“Sir, President Beaver is making a speech.” Martha informed him and now Jensen finally paid attention to what was on the news.
President Jim Beaver was only a guild but had been voted in as President. Jensen wasn’t sure he liked the guy, he had some strange ideas.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of this great nation, today we make history. The class system will end today. From this day on every man and every woman will be equal. As for the claiming of the serfs -“ he took a deep breath and looked into the camera
“From this day on the claiming of serfs is prohibited by law. Every person who lives in the household of a Patrician as a serf will be contacted shortly. Federal Marshalls will be coming to every household and ask the serf if he or she wants to go with them. I understand that after such a long time your freedom…”
“What the fuck? How dare he!” Jensen screamed at the TV. He was outraged Jayjay and he belonged together! He turned around and looked at Jayjay, John and Martha.
They looked a little frightened especially Jayjay. He took a deep breath, he had to stay clam, he was a Patrician after all and he had always been a good master he wouldn’t let the rage he felt toward this new law affect his interaction with this people.
“Martha, please prepare a light meal for Jayjay and me and bring it up. Jayjay I want you to shower and then wait in my room.”
For a second no one moved, then Martha went to the kitchen and Jayjay upstairs.
“This is ridiculous.” He mumbled to himself. Jensen knew he shouldn’t worry; he and Jayjay were six years together now and they were happy. Jensen knew he spoiled Jayjay only last week they had gone shopping again and Jayjay had got a new hair cut (Greg had advised a nice short hair cut and some black highlights).
He even had Jayjay showed how to drive a car and last year during their vacation he had shown him horse back riding.
At the council they were a force to recon with. When they worked together on a goal and Jayjay was really into it there was no force on heaven and earth that could stop them.
No, Jensen was sure Jayjay was happy and would stay with him. They were friends, they were lovers. Jayjay wouldn’t leave him.
He went upstairs to his bed room and undressed; he could hear the shower still running. There was a silent knock on the door. “Just leave it outside thank you Martha.” He called, he counted till ten and than went for the door and food.
He had just put it on the little table by his fire place when he heard the shower shout off. And some moments later a still slightly wet Jayjay entered his room.
“Master?” he asked astonished.
“Come here Jayjay.” he petted the bed beside him and gracefully Jayjay went in his naked glory to him. His serf still took his breath away he had grown into his large form and filled out with mussels.
“I just wanted to show you what you mean to me.” Jensen said as he pushed Jayjay to lay on his back. Jensen started kissing every inch of Jayjay sun kissed skin. He took a nipple in his mouth kissing and carefully nibbling on the hardening bud. Jensen kissed down his cheats his abdomen and followed Jayjay´s treasure trail.
“God Jayjay you’re so beautiful. Kiss me.” He said coming back up and claiming Jayjay´s mouth.
That night they made slowly love. He let Jayjay ride him. He let him blow him and he bended him almost in half pushing in hard and deep. In between he feed Jayjay with morsels Martha had prepared. It was a perfect night even Jayjay came once.
The next morning was a Friday, Jensen had decided since he didn’t knew when the Federal Marshals would show up they would proceed like every other day.
He had just finished his break fast when he heard the door bell.
“Sir, there are two Federal Marshalls at the door. They want to see you and your serf.”
“Thank you Martha. Come Jayjay lets get over with this.”
Together they went to the front door. The two Marshalls were standing before Jensen’s entrance.
“You don’t have to be afraid Jayjay. Just tell them what you want.” Jensen encouraged Jayjay.
Jayjay swallowed hard.
“Patrician Jensen Ross Ackles?” One of the Marshall asked.
“Yes that’s me.”
“So you are Jared Tristan Padalecki chosen serf?”
“Yes Sir.” Jayjay said looking at his feet.
“Mr. Padalecki would you like to come with us? We could take you to your family or where ever you want.”
Jensen looked at Jayjay.
Those fools! Why should Jayjay leave a comfortable live? Why should he leave Jensen they loved each other?
Jayjay took another deep breath and looked directly at the two Marshalls.
“Yes I want to go with you.”
Jensen watched Jayjay walk out of his life. Leaving him just like the last six years didn’t mean anything to him.
Jensen still watched long after the car had left his driveway.
Jayjay had left him. He couldn’t believe it he had been a good master but Jayjay had left him.
This is my story for the Slave exchange
Part two will follow soon