J2 Fic: The Creation of a Monster (Cage Fighter Timestamp)
Title: The Creation of a Monster (Cage Fighter Timestamp)
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Chad Michael Murray/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1, 290
Warning/spoilers: crime lord, violence, explicit sexual situations
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: Jensen needed quick cash and became a Fighter in the illegal world of Cage fighting. Now he must maneuver his way through the criminal underworld. Story has been beta’d by the amazing oldbatj
The Creation of a Monster
“Chad, are you sure you’re alright? I’m still concerned about your arm,” Jensen said, looking at the shy blond-haired man worriedly. He had removed the cast at the doctor’s instruction and was carefully examining the arm for any further signs of damage.
Chad stared down at his right limb, the skin was pale, the muscle mass had atrophied considerably, due to the weeks it had been encased in the plaster cast. His mind wandered back to another time when his arm had been broke previously.
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THEN
“You stupid, whore! You can’t even perform a blowjob properly!” The man screamed at him before throwing a meaty fist directly into his cheek. He fell to his side, feeling the bone shatter in his cheek. He curled his broken arm under his body, waiting for more blows to follow.
Early in the evening, the man had twisted his arm behind his back and brutally fucked into him. He had cried out in pain as his channel was ripped and torn from the lack of preparation, blood dripping down his thighs. The man had continued to thrust in harder, twisting the fragile bones in his wrist until he felt it break. Tears streamed down the boy’s face as he prayed for the man to finish up quickly but the bastard continued to hammer into him harder, becoming even more aroused by his victim’s fear and pain.
Now he lay on his side, his face throbbing in agony, praying for the end to come. He knew it was his punishment. He had caused the death of his family. It only made sense that he was left abandoned, force to survive by his own means. The man suddenly struck out, kicking directly into his ribs. He cried out, naked and bleeding against the filthy floor of the deserted warehouse. The man lifted his booted foot once more and Chad curled his body even more tightly preparing for the final blow.
BANG, BANG, BANG
Blood spilled copiously from the three puncture wounds in the huge man’s chest. With his pants half way down his thighs, his cock soft and exposed to the air, the man looked down at his chest, blinking dumbly at the blood soaking his gray shirt before collapsing to his knees.
Chad scrambled backwards, cowering in the corner, fearful of the shooter. He kept his eyes lowered to the ground, refusing to meet the face of the man with the gun, hoping that the stranger would spare his pitiful life.
But he could still see a pair of expensive men’s dress shoes approaching before he immediately closed his eyes. He buried his aching face against his knees, wrapping around the shaking, trembling limbs. He could hear the wounded man was still alive but gasping for air and moaning in agony from his injuries.
“Chad...” the stranger said to him.
Surprised to hear someone calling him by his real name, Chad looked up into the shadowed face of the shooter.
“Idiot. Now I’m dead…” Chad muttered, cursing himself for looking up and seeing the killer’s face.
“You are many things, my friend. But never an idiot…never a fool... Stop blaming yourself about the past and come with me. I promise you will never feel fear nor be alone again,” the man said to him with quiet sincerity.
“Who… are you?” Chad croaked out. The stranger’s face was still hidden in the shadows.
“I was once your friend. But if you follow me, I will be your master. Your life will belong to me. I will never abandon you and I will always stand by you. This will be the first and last time you will have a chance to choose. Either stay here and be nothing but a dirty whore or come with me and have the power of life and death in your hands.”
Chad lowered his head and closed his eyes. Guilt, shame, and loneliness had been his constant companions for the past few years. He had to sell his body on the streets to survive, barely making enough to feed himself. He was tired and knew that if he continued to live this lifestyle, he would soon die.
He didn’t fear death. It was the loneliness that drove him mad. He missed the sound of someone calling his name, of having another living being to actually care for him. He knew this killer would use him, but at least he would no longer be alone. He agonizingly stood up, his bruised ribs throbbing while his broken wrist had swollen to twice its normal size.
“I will follow you,” Chad uttered, his dulled blue eyes becoming sharper with the light of sudden determination.
The tall well-dressed man stepped forward, directly into the moonlight, revealing the killer’s identity. His old childhood best friend, Jared Padalecki, smiled and said, “Wise choice. Now… here is your first order... I want you to blow his brains out.”
Jared pressed the cold, black Glock into his hands and pushed him toward the bleeding man that was now lying on the floor a few feet away. Once the man saw him holding the gun, he started to cry and beg for his life. But Chad was no longer the scared whore the man had picked up on that dirty street corner. Without any hesitation, he raised the pistol and pulled the trigger, directly aiming the firearm toward the man’s head.
BANG
With that one single action, the man was dead. And the Grim Reaper was born.
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NOW
“Chad! Are you listening to me?” Jensen exclaimed, gently patting the blonde’s shoulder.
Chad blinked away his dark memories and smiled at Jensen’s beautiful face. He was still amazed that the Cage fighter had considered him to be family. Jensen was pure. Goodness radiated from his words and actions. After meeting Jensen, the younger man had constantly looked out for him. He was in charge of taking care of Jensen’s needs yet the man had adopted him as a younger brother, constantly checking on Chad’s health, ordering him to come for dinners. He never expected to be part of another family again.
“I’m okay, Jensen. Are you hungry? You know you need to eat three times a day to keep your strength up…especially for your evening activities with Jared.” Chad reminded him, trying to get up from his seat.
Jensen glared at him and said, “Don’t even thinking about moving. Let the doctor check you out completely.”
“You already did! I trust you way more than some overpriced doctor,” Chad replied.
“Sit your ass down and let him do his job.” Jensen ordered.
“But Jensen, you need to eat to keep up your strength.”
“Chad, I am not pregnant for God’s sake! I do not need to keep my strength up. I’m a grown ass man,” Jensen retorted sharply, but he relented when he saw Chad’s hurt expression.
“Fine, I’ll grab some food before we leave… you happy now?” Jensen groused.
“And don’t forget to grab some fruits and vegetables. You need a balances diet to stay healthy.”
“Doctor! Get in here and examine your patient before I kill him!” Jensen hollered.
But Chad smiled. He knew that Jensen was only annoyed at him. Despite how often Jensen grumbled, he was a very understanding person. He constantly forgave Jared and Chad for the crimes they committed every day. Jensen was somehow able to see him as a real person, overlooking all the wicked evil deeds he had committed for his master. He knew how possessive his master was of Jensen. The handsome Cage fighter didn’t realize how many people Jared had killed in order to keep Jensen firmly secure in their lives. And as Chad watched Jensen hounding the doctor over his results, he knew that his master was right. Everyone and anyone was expendable if it guaranteed Jensen’s happiness and safety.
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Author’s Note 1: Massive thanks go to my dear friend, oldbatj. Once her magic fingers touch on this, she made it shined….love her! ~~Hugs~~
Author’s Note 2: Due to bismarck2010's amazing generosity, I wrote this lovely timestamp. Hon, I really hope you love this!! Thanks for letting me play in this delightful world again!! :-)
Author’s Note 3: This storyline is set a few months directly after Cage Fighter. I always wanted to dive into Chad’s background.
Author’s Note 4: Was this Timestamp worthy of Cage Fighter? I really hope so. Let me know what you think! You never know… I might one day write more timestamps for this story….
Updated Author’s Note: All storylines and plot points belong to me. Please do not repost the story or parts of the story, use any plot points of the story without expressed permission from the author. Current and future stories will be removed from this site if plagiarism occurs from my stories.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Chad Michael Murray/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1, 290
Warning/spoilers: crime lord, violence, explicit sexual situations
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: Jensen needed quick cash and became a Fighter in the illegal world of Cage fighting. Now he must maneuver his way through the criminal underworld. Story has been beta’d by the amazing oldbatj
The Creation of a Monster
“Chad, are you sure you’re alright? I’m still concerned about your arm,” Jensen said, looking at the shy blond-haired man worriedly. He had removed the cast at the doctor’s instruction and was carefully examining the arm for any further signs of damage.
Chad stared down at his right limb, the skin was pale, the muscle mass had atrophied considerably, due to the weeks it had been encased in the plaster cast. His mind wandered back to another time when his arm had been broke previously.
+++++++
THEN
“You stupid, whore! You can’t even perform a blowjob properly!” The man screamed at him before throwing a meaty fist directly into his cheek. He fell to his side, feeling the bone shatter in his cheek. He curled his broken arm under his body, waiting for more blows to follow.
Early in the evening, the man had twisted his arm behind his back and brutally fucked into him. He had cried out in pain as his channel was ripped and torn from the lack of preparation, blood dripping down his thighs. The man had continued to thrust in harder, twisting the fragile bones in his wrist until he felt it break. Tears streamed down the boy’s face as he prayed for the man to finish up quickly but the bastard continued to hammer into him harder, becoming even more aroused by his victim’s fear and pain.
Now he lay on his side, his face throbbing in agony, praying for the end to come. He knew it was his punishment. He had caused the death of his family. It only made sense that he was left abandoned, force to survive by his own means. The man suddenly struck out, kicking directly into his ribs. He cried out, naked and bleeding against the filthy floor of the deserted warehouse. The man lifted his booted foot once more and Chad curled his body even more tightly preparing for the final blow.
BANG, BANG, BANG
Blood spilled copiously from the three puncture wounds in the huge man’s chest. With his pants half way down his thighs, his cock soft and exposed to the air, the man looked down at his chest, blinking dumbly at the blood soaking his gray shirt before collapsing to his knees.
Chad scrambled backwards, cowering in the corner, fearful of the shooter. He kept his eyes lowered to the ground, refusing to meet the face of the man with the gun, hoping that the stranger would spare his pitiful life.
But he could still see a pair of expensive men’s dress shoes approaching before he immediately closed his eyes. He buried his aching face against his knees, wrapping around the shaking, trembling limbs. He could hear the wounded man was still alive but gasping for air and moaning in agony from his injuries.
“Chad...” the stranger said to him.
Surprised to hear someone calling him by his real name, Chad looked up into the shadowed face of the shooter.
“Idiot. Now I’m dead…” Chad muttered, cursing himself for looking up and seeing the killer’s face.
“You are many things, my friend. But never an idiot…never a fool... Stop blaming yourself about the past and come with me. I promise you will never feel fear nor be alone again,” the man said to him with quiet sincerity.
“Who… are you?” Chad croaked out. The stranger’s face was still hidden in the shadows.
“I was once your friend. But if you follow me, I will be your master. Your life will belong to me. I will never abandon you and I will always stand by you. This will be the first and last time you will have a chance to choose. Either stay here and be nothing but a dirty whore or come with me and have the power of life and death in your hands.”
Chad lowered his head and closed his eyes. Guilt, shame, and loneliness had been his constant companions for the past few years. He had to sell his body on the streets to survive, barely making enough to feed himself. He was tired and knew that if he continued to live this lifestyle, he would soon die.
He didn’t fear death. It was the loneliness that drove him mad. He missed the sound of someone calling his name, of having another living being to actually care for him. He knew this killer would use him, but at least he would no longer be alone. He agonizingly stood up, his bruised ribs throbbing while his broken wrist had swollen to twice its normal size.
“I will follow you,” Chad uttered, his dulled blue eyes becoming sharper with the light of sudden determination.
The tall well-dressed man stepped forward, directly into the moonlight, revealing the killer’s identity. His old childhood best friend, Jared Padalecki, smiled and said, “Wise choice. Now… here is your first order... I want you to blow his brains out.”
Jared pressed the cold, black Glock into his hands and pushed him toward the bleeding man that was now lying on the floor a few feet away. Once the man saw him holding the gun, he started to cry and beg for his life. But Chad was no longer the scared whore the man had picked up on that dirty street corner. Without any hesitation, he raised the pistol and pulled the trigger, directly aiming the firearm toward the man’s head.
BANG
With that one single action, the man was dead. And the Grim Reaper was born.
+++++++
NOW
“Chad! Are you listening to me?” Jensen exclaimed, gently patting the blonde’s shoulder.
Chad blinked away his dark memories and smiled at Jensen’s beautiful face. He was still amazed that the Cage fighter had considered him to be family. Jensen was pure. Goodness radiated from his words and actions. After meeting Jensen, the younger man had constantly looked out for him. He was in charge of taking care of Jensen’s needs yet the man had adopted him as a younger brother, constantly checking on Chad’s health, ordering him to come for dinners. He never expected to be part of another family again.
“I’m okay, Jensen. Are you hungry? You know you need to eat three times a day to keep your strength up…especially for your evening activities with Jared.” Chad reminded him, trying to get up from his seat.
Jensen glared at him and said, “Don’t even thinking about moving. Let the doctor check you out completely.”
“You already did! I trust you way more than some overpriced doctor,” Chad replied.
“Sit your ass down and let him do his job.” Jensen ordered.
“But Jensen, you need to eat to keep up your strength.”
“Chad, I am not pregnant for God’s sake! I do not need to keep my strength up. I’m a grown ass man,” Jensen retorted sharply, but he relented when he saw Chad’s hurt expression.
“Fine, I’ll grab some food before we leave… you happy now?” Jensen groused.
“And don’t forget to grab some fruits and vegetables. You need a balances diet to stay healthy.”
“Doctor! Get in here and examine your patient before I kill him!” Jensen hollered.
But Chad smiled. He knew that Jensen was only annoyed at him. Despite how often Jensen grumbled, he was a very understanding person. He constantly forgave Jared and Chad for the crimes they committed every day. Jensen was somehow able to see him as a real person, overlooking all the wicked evil deeds he had committed for his master. He knew how possessive his master was of Jensen. The handsome Cage fighter didn’t realize how many people Jared had killed in order to keep Jensen firmly secure in their lives. And as Chad watched Jensen hounding the doctor over his results, he knew that his master was right. Everyone and anyone was expendable if it guaranteed Jensen’s happiness and safety.
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Author’s Note 1: Massive thanks go to my dear friend, oldbatj. Once her magic fingers touch on this, she made it shined….love her! ~~Hugs~~
Author’s Note 2: Due to bismarck2010's amazing generosity, I wrote this lovely timestamp. Hon, I really hope you love this!! Thanks for letting me play in this delightful world again!! :-)
Author’s Note 3: This storyline is set a few months directly after Cage Fighter. I always wanted to dive into Chad’s background.
Author’s Note 4: Was this Timestamp worthy of Cage Fighter? I really hope so. Let me know what you think! You never know… I might one day write more timestamps for this story….
Updated Author’s Note: All storylines and plot points belong to me. Please do not repost the story or parts of the story, use any plot points of the story without expressed permission from the author. Current and future stories will be removed from this site if plagiarism occurs from my stories.