!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-! SPN and RPS -> UNDERAGE Prompting Post // September 1st - September 15th

[alycat]

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Re: FILLED: The Pleasure Slave PART 5 - Jensen/Jared - slavery, self-lubrication

[anonymous]

In the morning, Jensen slipped out of bed without waking the teenager. The kid had a rough night - day? Possibly life? - and needed his sleep. Jensen went downstairs and made a full breakfast. If he was going to be responsible for the kid - Jared’s - wellbeing, he was going to do it right.

He was sure that the sounds of him banging around in the kitchen would have woken Jared, and then he was sure that the smell of coffee and bacon would have woken Jared...and then we was standing in the kitchen looking at a ton of food and coffee and wondering if maybe Jared had died in his sleep. He decided to go upstairs to check before the food got any colder.

Jared was sitting on the edge of the bed, wide awake and looking nervous.

“I made breakfast,” Jensen said.

“It smells good,” Jared replied.

“Hopefully it tastes good too,” Jensen tried, “come on, it’s not going to eat itself.”

“You want me to eat breakfast?” Jared asked, again looking hopeful.

“Yes,” Jensen said slowly, “that’s why I made it. What’d you think was going to happen? I’d eat it all myself and leave you to starve?”

Jared shrugged.

“You actually thought that?” Jensen said.

“We are not allowed to eat unless our Master permits us,” Jared recited. “We are not allowed to leave the room unless-”

“Jesus,” Jensen swore. “Ok, um, I’m giving you permission from here on out to eat whenever you are hungry and to enter or exit any room whenever you feel like it.”

“Thank you, Master,” Jared said, and looked like Jensen had just given him a freakin’ car. It wasn’t right.

“Also, please just call me Jensen, not Master,” Jensen added. “Now come on, breakfast is getting cold.”

Jensen turned and made his way back downstairs, trying not to think about what this meant - that the stories of Pleasure Slaves not wanting to leave the bedroom were actually stories of Pleasure Slaves not being allowed to leave the bedroom. It put Jensen off his breakfast.

Jared didn’t seem to have the same problem though. Once Jensen told him which chair to sit in and handed him a plate of food, the kid tucked in like Jensen might suddenly change his mind and take it away. Jared was nearly Jensen’s height and all skin and bones, Jensen would have normally made a joke about where the kid put it all, but something else suddenly occurred to him. The previous day, Seb had snuck Jared in while Jensen and Chris had been arguing about the nachos - that had been well before supper.