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This is a post for any and all UNDERAGE PROMPTS.
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks2. Please come up with a title for your fic ( Read more... )
Mom and dad had been fighting all morning, until mom finally gave in, and broke. She hadn’t even looked at Jensen since. And all Jensen knew was that his name kept coming up and he couldn’t figure out why. Just that he hated it, because it made his mother’s mood even worse.
“Jensen.”
Jensen stared over the stairs, down at his parents. His father’s eyes on him felt harder than ever before.
“Come here for a second.”
Jensen got to his feet and got down the stairs, step by step. He was breathing harshly and terrified.
His father made him stand in front of him and lifted his face, looking at him for a moment before pulling him into a hug. He kept saying he was sorry, but Jensen just didn’t understand what his father was so sorry about.
Jensen stared back at Megan who was as scared as he was, before staring in between his mom and his dad. Mom didn’t touch him, she went up the stairs, pulling MacKenzie along with her to Josh’ room, leaving Jensen downstairs with his father.
“Jensen, you know that we’ve… that we’ve been having money trouble.”
Jensen knew, they’d already been selling as much of their stuff as they could, the television, the couch, the fridge, replacing anything they could with cheaper versions. They’d even gotten rid of the dog, selling Icarus to a couple further up in town that could afford to take care of him.
“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll eat less, I promise, I won’t…”
“Oh God, Jensen,” his father pulled him back into a hug, “I’m so sorry, but that wouldn’t be enough.”
His father never cried, until now. “A few years after you were born, Jensen, I had no choice but to put you up as a deposit, I had to, for my business. I thought it would never, that it would never be called in, that I would always be able to pay the premiums. I didn’t think…”
Jensen stopped breathing for a second. He remembered a kid from his class, Tom, one day, the debt collectors had marched into school to come pick him up. The teachers had told them to wait, to stop scaring the kids, but the men hadn’t cared. They leered at the other boys, making it clear they could come for any of them any time soon. They’d grabbed Tom, dragged his arms behind his back and then pulled him out of the class at the end of a leash.
All the class had ran to the windows, staring as Tom got pushed into the back of a van. They’d never seen him again.
“I don’t want to go!” Jensen whispered “Please don’t make me go.”
“None of us want this Jensen, but if I don’t pay of my debt myself, they’ll impound both you and Josh. And I can’t lose you both, if we sell you to the company ourselves, then… we might get a better sum, and then Josh and Mac will be safe.”
Jensen wanted to scream, to ask his dad why he didn’t just sell Josh instead of him. But Jensen knew why, Josh was over fifteen, the price they’d get for him would be far lower than what they’d get for Jensen.
That and they’d already invested too much into Josh, getting him ready for college and a future. As for Megan, girls never went for as high a price as boys did, you could only harvest so many eggs out of them and the procedure was far too invasive.
It all made sense, but it didn’t stop Jensen from wanting to lash out.
“When?” he finally asked, wishing he could ask his real question instead, if he could say goodbye to his friends first, what was he supposed to tell them anyway? That he was going to be sold, that once the papers were signed, he wouldn’t be a human being no more. That all his hopes and dreams and wishes for the future would be gone forever.
“Now.”
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He should try and run, but where to? If he ran, his parents would just find him again, or tell the cops and it would just make things harder for Megan. He didn’t care about angering Josh. Even knowing it wasn’t his brother’s fault, he was still angry that Josh got to keep going to school and thinking about football and college, while Jensen…
His father led him to the car, tightening his seat belt, while Jensen quietly stared down at the floor. They got to a parking lot and Dad led their way to the shopping street. The company’s store front wouldn’t open for another hour, so Dad took him to a diner first. Dad ordered him pancakes and a chocolate milk shake and whatever he wanted for dessert. But Jensen could barely even stand looking at it, his hands were shaking and he started crying.
The girl that took their order never even gave him a second look.
Jensen dragged his feet as they left, following his father into the store. Jensen was told to sit on a bench in the front, right next to some boy from a class higher than his own that Jensen had barely even talked to before. The boy was wearing shackles on his hands that were locked to the bench and feet and glaring at the backs of a couple sitting further into the store talking to one of the clerks.
His own dad was talking to one of the men , answering questions and signing papers. It seemed to last forever. Jensen could hear the shackles on the boy next to him and almost wished he had some of his own, they might make him feel less like an object, but then after today, that was all he was going to be anyway.
Suddenly the man stood in front of him and lifted his face. Letting go of him almost right after and ordering him to follow. Jensen took one last look back at his dad, who quickly turned away from them. Jensen was shaking as if hit by an earthquake, but followed the man into the next room, a doctor’s office. Or more likely, a veterinarian practice.
Jensen wasn’t given any privacy, just told to get his clothes of. He did so and stood in front of the physician. She touched his body all over, made him lift his arms, his legs and then she grabbed for his penis and he couldn’t help a yelp in shock. “Please no.” he begged, but she wasn’t listening.
She checked some boxes on her clip pad before pulling out a series of allergy tests. Jensen had had them before, and he wanted to tell her they weren’t needed, but as soon as he opened his mouth, she glared at him to shut up.
The man came back in, she gave him a clipboard with her results. “Green card, no nectar immunity or allergy. It’s a perfect specimen, a bit too young yet to be milked, but that’ll just give his owner some time to get him used to the nectar and train it before use. “ Jensen hugged himself where he sat on the examination table, scared to death of the two people who were talking about him as if he didn’t understand a word they were saying. Worse, as if it didn’t matter that he did understand.
“Daddy.” He whispered.
“You don’t have a father anymore, slave.” Jensen shivered, feeling the man’s eyes on him for the first time since they came in here. “No father, no mother, no name. From now on, you are what your owner tells you to be. Is that understood.”
Jensen couldn’t answer, even if he wanted to.
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“I just need to tag him and you can take him.”
Jensen quickly turned back to her and at the big tagging gun she held in her hand. “Stay still.” He didn’t even have the time to think of disobeying, before she placed the gun at the back of his neck and he felt something sting into his skin and sinews. The chip would soon mesh with his spine, showing nothing on the outside but a small black dot and a serial number that would be easy for cops to track if he ever got ‘lost’.
He wanted to grab his clothes, but they didn’t give him the chance to do so. Instead he was pushed into the room, naked as the day he was born. There were a few other boys already there and he could feel their eyes on him, as he stared at them, while he was pushed into one of the glass booths filling the room.
The floor was soft, and there was a water bowl in the corner of the booth, while he noticed a drain on the side. Jensen tried desperately to ignore it while he sat down, grabbed his legs and fought the urge to throw up.
Soft music ran from the speakers in the corners of the room and Jensen was tired of the repeating playlist after the third time it started back up. One of the other boys tried to start up a conversation but Jensen just didn’t want to. As long as he ignored everyone else, maybe he could keep thinking of this as a dream. Something he’d wake up from the next day, so he could get up from his bed the next morning, play with his dog, go to school and pretend none of this had ever happened outside of his own twisted mind.
It was just hard to do when two of the boys kept talking about how scared they were, or how they wondered what the farms were really like.
Jensen didn’t even want to think about the farms, or farm, singular, that he would end up at. Where he’d spend the rest of his life until he was too old to be milked.
Suddenly the door slammed open and Jensen stared up at the men and women entering the room. Especially at one in particular. Jensen recognized him, Jared Padalecki, the man who owned the milking farm just down the road from where he lived. Or where he used to live. He’d seen the man a dozen times before, sometimes driving up to his farm with a boy just like Jensen was now, up in the back of his truck.
He’d remembered the man’s eyes on him before, looking him over whenever he passed the on the way to school, or when they went shopping. Before he’d been able to hide behind his parents, hide in the car, behind layers of clothes. But now the man’s eyes moved over his body with nothing to stop him but a thin piece of transparent glass between him and the farmer.
Money, at least a credit card passed hands and soon even that little bit of protection was gone. Jensen wasn’t even given the chance to choose to fight or obey, instead the farmer grabbed him over his shoulder and carried him outside.
They passed Dad on the way out. Jensen’s father was holding a bag of groceries, caring for his family, as life went on and Jensen didn’t even bother to yell at him for help. Too late for that, it had been to late years ago.
Jensen was dumped on top of the hay in the back of the truck, the straw itching on his naked skin, as he stood up and stared outside at the world he’d never again be a part of.
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Milked dry, the vets called it when a cow got so sick that its sperm became thin and feeble, worthless. He’d had this one for years, raised it from his hand, taught it to obey his every motion and it hurt to know that he would have to put the poor thing out of its misery. Coughing, lungs filled with fluid, he couldn’t even try and put it to work in the rest of the farm, all it would do was lie on the floor and cough the slime out of its throat. Tuberculosis was far from a silent killer and though it was curable, it was just too expensive, both in time and money, to try and do so for a cow.
He held its hand as the doctor pulled out a syringe and pushed it into the veins of the cow’s ass. The tranquilizers worked quickly, making its death painless as Jared brushed his fingers through the fuzz on its head.
Much as he enjoyed the hold of hair on his cows, it was simply more hygienic and easier to keep it buzzed, short so flees were easily gotten rid of and less likely to tangle up during the day.
“I’m sorry, Jared, do you want me to take care of the remains for you?”
Jared nodded, the law proscribed that slaves bodies had to be disposed of within a day. Owners could use them for whatever they wanted, as long as it was done hygienically and out of the way of the public. It’s not like they were human anymore, so who cared about their remains once their primary use was gone. He’d known one or two farmers who’d gone as far as to have a favorite cow of theirs stuffed and put on display, but Jared himself had never been able to do so. He generally preferred to leave his carcasses to the vet who’d use the intestines as part of his study program to develop a stronger ambrosia milk, and a better nectar. One that wouldn’t kill the cow before they even reached forty.
He wished he could wait a few days before buying a new one, but he needed to keep his stables full if he wanted his investors to stay happy with him. He didn’t want a repeat of the last time when Jeff decided to ‘help out’ and brought in a new cow himself. The cow had been argumentative, disruptive and had put off the milk of all the other cows in the stable for weeks. But that was the general risk when you bought a cow older than working age. When you got them younger, it was easier to train them, get them used to your hand and make sure they understood what was expected of them.
Younger cows also dealt better with the Nectar, were more receptive to it. Jared had never seen a cow that started on Nectar after they hit puberty, that had ambrosia as strong as one that started on it before hormones changed their body chemistry. More than that, older cows where too used to living free, they still thought of themselves as people. And you couldn’t just pluck a teenager of the street and expect him to think of himself as a cow in a matter of days. It took years of living the life before they were relaxed enough, so their milk was pure and untainted.
In the end he’d had to sell the cow to a mining company that bought up slaves for the more dangerous parts of the work. Jared hadn’t liked to do it, he loved all of his animals, but it had been best for the herd and as their owner, the good of the herd always came first. No matter how hot the cow’s ass had been.
He was actually surprised when he saw Roger Ackles coming out of the Agency. He knew the man had been hitting hard times, but he hadn’t thought things had gotten quite that bad. He barely managed to stop his excitement when he entered the showing room and he saw Jensen sitting in one of the booths. The boy was even more beautiful than he’d ever imagined him being. His deep green eyes almost looked like emeralds in the overhead spots. He looked like a colt, a calf really, small and pixish, with a promise of size as he grew up.
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He had to fight his hard-on all the way back home. Looking back to the bed of his truck and staring at the boy, the cow’s lanky body. The puppy fat covering his stomach and ass. Beautiful.
He opened the truck bed as they got to the farm, ready to grab the cow by his arm if he, if it tried to run. But Jensen was still too stunned by far to do so. It happened at times, when a parent sold their child into slavery. Most of the time, the cow was still too much in shock, that this of all things could have possibly happened to them. It made it easier to break them in, kept them from struggling until long after it was too late for them to try and run for it.
Chad came running up to them, holding a bit and a lead in his hands. Jared accepted both from him and slowly looked down at the boy in front of him.
“Open your mouth.” Jensen ‘s eyes kept darting in between them, before he complied. Jared tied the harness around the back of his head and lower down to his neck, placing the bit in between the calf’s teeth, his fingers brushing past its cheek.
The calf was shivering and Jared quickly led it to the stable. Only two weeks ago, he’d had to chase Jensen’s older brother away from the farm along with a few of his friends. He’d have to call the cops if the older Ackles brother came back to cause trouble.
The bit would keep Jensen from talking or making a noise, especially those important first months while he adjusted to life as a cow. And it kept the screaming down, while the calf was branded. He got his branding irons, three of them, three, six and five.
He made sure to sanitize them first, both the cow and the irons. He knew that some of the newer farmers tended towards tattoos, but he’d learned from his father a long time ago, that it was easier to just brand the cows, ink could be removed to easily, and faded after a few years, a brand was more permanent.
“There there, beauty, this is going to hurt a bit, but it’ll be over soon.“ He pulled the irons together in a hand shaped lock, no reason to make the poor calf suffer through three burns, when he could finish it in one.
Jensen started struggling when he noticed the irons, but Jared subdued him easily, placing him in the locks designed for this exact purpose. He checked the heat on the brands, glad that Chad had heated them up beforehand. The poor calf was scared enough without making him wait, knowing what was going to happen to it.
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Jensen was sobbing, still hanging in his chains. Jared brushed his fingers through the boy’s hair, before accepting the scissors, razor and shaving cream that Chad offered him. He loosened the bit for a bit, ignoring the cow’s pleading as he started with thinning out its hair, before he smearned in the shaving lotion and removed every last bit of hair from its head. The calf was still young and smooth, so when Jared started spreading a dehairing crème over his body, feeling off every part of his new property as he did so, he was almost glad it’d be easier this way. As long as he smeared in the crème at least once a week, the cow would never grow a string of hair in its life. He had forty five cows at the farm at any given time, so keeping them all smooth and shaved would be hard work if he didn’t have this little time saver on hand.
Jared removed the chains and carried the calf down to the stable. He stopped in the door for a moment, enjoying the wave of worth coming out of the heated stable, before stepping inside. Three of the calves where playing a game in the front of the stable. They fell to their knees as soon as they saw him coming. The current rotation had fifteen of the cows strapped in for duty, while the others were sitting around, listening to music, sleeping or doing whatever else they could do in their free time. As long as they kept quiet and didn’t pretend to be human, they could do whatever they wanted as far as he was concerned. He wasn’t a cruel man.
Another thing his friends mocked him for, that he actually gave his cows free time. Or at least they did, till they realized that the quality of his milk was consistently higher than that of those farmers who kept their cows strapped in at all times and milked them dry on a daily basis.
He placed Jensen in the empty booth, taking care to put him on his untouched shoulder so he wouldn’t be hurt any more than he already was.
“Water.” He stated, mere seconds later two of the calves came running up to him, holding a can of drinking water from the table on the side. The others were still on their knees, waiting for his next command. Whatever it might be. He filled the water bottle in the booth and used the remains to drench the cloth he was holding, cleaning up the boys face from the tears still falling down his cheeks.
“It’s all right little one, cry if you want to, the pain will be gone soon.” He let his fingers trail down the boy’s spine, from his tag, down to his ass, letting his fingers brush in between the boy’s ass cheeks. “There there.” Jensen winced at the touch, but Jared didn’t let that stop him. The young cow would have to learn to get used to his master’s touches and the sooner the better. It would be best for the cow if it just learned to see those bits of attention as something pleasurable, it would make the poor animal’s life a lot easier if it became able to enjoy what happened to it.
That and it would make his milk taste better, which was all that should really matter to Jared.
Then he took a chain and tied it to Jensen’s ankle. It would let him move around, but only so much. He checked the bit one last time, making sure it didn’t hurt the calf’s lips, before leaving him to get used to his new home.
“Welcome your new brother, boys. Try not to be too hard on him.” And then he got out of the stable and back to his own house. He had a bit more work to do before the next shift fell in duty and definitely before he returned to pick his fun for the night.
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He didn’t want to look at the other boys in the room, even as several of them approached him. In the end he sat up and looked around. He was in one of dozens of booths, most of the boys were running around free, while some of them were locked into their booths. Like the one in the booth right in front of his. He couldn’t see the boy’s face, but he was sitting on his knees, his face pushed down to the floor, forcing his ass up in the air. There was something sticking in his butt. Something big. Jensen desperately tried to look away.
Two boys, about his age, maybe a bit older came up to him, no more than ten at least, one of them was holding a small container of grapes. He offered it and Jensen didn’t really know what to do. He tried to answer but the thing in his mouth kept him from doing so. The first boy then picked up a grape and forced it between his lips, before swallowing it, as if to say, “see, it’s easy.” Jensen quickly grabbed one, he didn’t dare to take any more, even though at home he would have never settled for less than a handful.
The other boy threw a ball at him, Jensen grabbed it before he realized what he was doing, he saw the boy was waiting and quickly threw it back. It soon became a game, even as the other boys tried to make sure they didn’t throw the ball out of the range of his chain.
Throwing the ball wasted some time, but even beside the way it started to hurt his shoulder, it got boring all too soon as well. And Jensen sat back down, huddling against the wall of the booth. The other boys kept playing with the ball, and Jensen wondered if he’d ever get so … bad that just the idea of playing with a ball for hours on end, was better than doing nothing.
Suddenly a bell rant through the silence of the stable. Jensen saw most of the boys running towards their booth. He quickly followed their example and moved further down in the booth that he’d been chained to. Three men entered the stable and Jensen stared at them in fear. He recognized two of the stable hands, the guy who’d been helping mister Padalecki earlier, and one who used to help out at the supermarket before he got his new job at the farm. He always used to put an extra pair of drops in the bag when Jensen used to get sweets from his mom.
They were doing something to the boys stuck in the booths, releasing their chains and pulling the thing out of their butts, whatever those things were. It was only as the boy in front of him was finally able to sit up that Jensen noticed there was something around his dick as well. The stable hand released that as well, before putting something else around the boy’s dick. Jensen didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t really try to get too good a look of it either. Several of the boys ran up to the side of the stable, it was only then that Jensen realized it was some kind of latrine.
Not toilets, those he would have noticed before, but a raster with holes in it where they could hunch over and relieve themselves, kept clean by a stream of water, released as soon as they step off the raster.
Jensen knew he needed to go to the toilet, but the idea of doing so, in front of everyone, made him wither on the spot. He could hear the men moving on to the booths next to him and Jensen couldn’t help himself from looking over the side of the booth and at what was happening to the boy next to him. Standing up hurt, as it moved his shoulder. They were attaching those same kind of tubes to the boy next to him, as they’d used on the other ones, and Jensen could now see the boy’s eyes glaze over, and hear him moan, as something started pulsing on the thing in the back.
Jensen quickly sat back down, terrified. He waited for the men to come to his booth after, but instead the men moved on to the booth on the other side of his and continued their job.
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All in all there were about ten boys in Jensen’s age group, though he could easily see, he was one of the youngest. They were taken outside and Jensen enjoyed the fresh air for a second before shivering against the cold.
Mister Padalecki came up to him and told the two stable hands to take the other boys for a run. Jensen wanted to go with them, anything to get away from the much much larger man.
“Have fun.” The one guy, Chad, Jensen thought they called him, said to his boss before ordering the boys to run along the grass.
Jensen just stood still.
“Shhh, little one, nothing bad is going to happen.” Jensen already hated the term ‘little one’, more than any other nasty remark he’d ever heard applied to him. Jared led him to a small shack next to the stable, opening the door and ordering Jensen inside. There was sort of doctor’s table on one side of the room. “Just lie down on the table, on your belly, face front.”
There was nowhere left to run, so Jensen just did as told.
“You’re a good boy, yes you are.” The man said as his hands kept patting Jensen’s butt, back and legs. The touches were feather light, almost tickling him. “I like to prepare my cows, get you boys ready so that once you’re old enough to be milked, the probes won’t hurt so much.”
Jensen teeth gnashed against the bit as a finger pushed in between his cheeks. “Please no.” He tried to say, even though the bit, but it didn’t help.
“Shhh, don’t worry, this won’t hurt.” And then a slippery finger moved further in and he nearly roared up, he would have it it hadn’t been for Mister Padalecki’s hand on his back. “You’re doing fine. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Jensen felt his eyes tearing up again, wiping off his tears with his hands.
“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Padalecki then said as his finger was pulled out. “We’ve just got to get you used to this and then we can see about more.”
Jensen curled up on the table as soon as the older man let go. Padalecki gently caressed his arm, moving down to Jensen’s legs. “It’s for your own good, little one. This is going to happen, so why not enjoy it.” Fingers touched his dick and Jensen desperately pulled away from him. “Still so shy. But you’ll learn.”
Jensen didn’t even want to face the others when he was brought back to the stable, when the chain was reattached to his ankle. He just crumbled, crying. He was glad to be ignored.
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Please respond to this post with a full list of kinks once done and I will update the tag with them, as well as remove the WIP tag.
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angst, animal-traits, brainwashing, branding, breeding, evil!Jared, fingering, gags, heat, hurt/comfort, man-handling, manipulation, milking, mind-games, non-con, obedience, object-insertion, objectification, prostate-milking, rescue, (does protective!Josh count?), extreme underage, ... wasn't sure about these, and I figure there are some that I didn't add that could technically fit, but...
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/OMC's, Chad/OMC's, not sure if you should add Jared/Jensen/Misha, Jared/Misha and Jared/Matt Bomer since I didn't really reveal who Daisy and Thumper were till the end.
And oh yeah, figure I'd do the reveal here*g*, still need to respond to feedback, but in case I don't find the time (struggling to get something done on my gen big bang), thanks so much to everyone who reviewed
I'm currently working with a beta to polish up the fic so it'll be ready to post at my lj or other coms, though it might take a while, spn_J2 Big Bang is in two weeks, then the Apocalyptothon, and then the Gen Big Bang, but I'm sure that somewhere in between, I'll be able to post the polished version...
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No offense to other authors/fills, but this has been by far the best prompt filled to date. You had me on the edge of my seat with every update, and each time, I couldn't wait to read more! I'm so glad you claimed this, because I'm definitely looking forward to more of your stuff.
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I choose the "OMCs" tag just to not spoil the names in advance actually, it seemed like the better choice to do here, because I myself made a little "oooh" sound when it was revealed and I want others to have that moment as well.
And thank you SO much for that perfect kink-list, it made my job of cleaning up the tag post and fix it all up so much easier!
Thank you once more for this quite amazing fill, I know I will re-read it once you post the cleaned up version :)
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I would take it down as soon as you have your version ready, but really, more people need to read this fic. I've just finished re-reading it (which is why I made the .doc) and it's still amazing.
Please let me know what you decide, and once again, thanks for taking a little kink prompt and turning it into something glorious.
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