!!! - CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS - !!! SPN and RPS -> UNDERAGE Prompting Post // May 1st - May 15th
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This is a post for any and all UNDERAGE PROMPTS.
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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... )
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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