Sharp Teeth - 5/20 | Jared/Jensen, RPS AU | NC-17
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| Sharp Teeth Timestamp - Strangers in a Strange Land | | * Warnings posted on Master Post * |
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Sharp Teeth - 5/20 | Jared/Jensen,
RPS AU | NC-17
Sharp Teeth Chapter 5
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All the glorious sensations of his cat snapped off with the click of the collar. Jensen slumped senses overloaded, his cat snarling and raking his insides in anger as its freedom was taken away as suddenly as it had come. His pain for the moment forgotten as Jensen lay in awe of the presence that had swept through him. He had felt his cat before, a muted subtle presence. Nothing had prepared him for the dominance and presence of the being, a true separate entity with a definite mind of it’s own.
Varik’s slave scurried around and removed the bit from Jensen’s mouth. He huffed out a relieved breath and clenched his hands as he waited to be unstrapped from the device. Jensen’s mind was in turmoil.
Free of the gag he swallowed trying to rid himself of the excess slobber and spit having his mouth held open created. It seemed a rather mundane observation after the monumental revelations of the last few minutes but compared to Bajeer’s black, heavy piece, the new collar was a relief around his neck, lighter and slimmer. From the quick look he had of it as it came toward him it was also more elegant, a soft silvery moss green in color with two tags that dangled from a D ring at the front. The inside of the collar seemed more comfortable as well, with some type of soft cushiony substance that didn’t rub on Jensen’s neck. Maybe the scars from where the steel had dug into his neck might finally have a chance to heal. Next they swapped out his old plexicrete manacles for new slimmer ones in the same matching moss green. Kane nodded in approval.
“Now, any piercings? Were piercings are a specialty of mine. I have developed an amalgam that can survive the transformation and not disfigure the nipples or penis.” The Torturer reached out and caressed Jensen’s flaccid dick somewhat possessively. Jensen’s skin crawled at the man’s touch. Jensen felt his breath quicken and couldn’t stop his head from starting to shake back and forth. Inside he was silently screaming ‘no, no, no, no more’. Hadn’t they done enough already? He flashed back to some of Bajeer’s more exotic slaves and the tiny chains crossing their chests like laces. Rings embedded in flesh pulling, stretching, achingly vulnerable and Jensen shivered in dread.
Being marked like cattle was one thing, but then to have his own flesh transformed into something other, like some kind of exotic clipped and neutered pet? Jensen’s trembling increased, lost in a rapidly spiraling horror show of possibilities. It was a relief to feel Kane’s warm presence beside him, the man’s hand squeezing his shoulder, centering him, calming him. Chris’tian presence forming a protective bulwark against the menace in this lab of horrors.
“A fine, exceptionally large cock on this one, quite rare for an omega. The piercings would look superb along its length.” Varik rubbed Jensen’s penis absently as he warmed to the topic. “You know, I always found it interesting that, although there are several variants of shape shifters in the Imperium and Alliance, the same basic mechanics are involved with all of them. Avian, wolf, cat, lion, the aquatics, with the addition of a sheath, they all have the same humanoid equipment - with the sole addition of the knot in the Alpha’s case, of course. Whoever did the original genetic mutations millennia ago liked to stick to the same template.
“Rather humorous if you ask me, considering how different the shifter spectrum is, but you can screw them all with ease. Rather considerate when you’re in a business such as ours. Ha! Especially in the case of our Pussycat here; if its kind actually followed more true to form, this would be a barbed penis. I think our ancestors knew what they were about when they took some license in their design. I mean, who would want a barb up the ass anyway?” Varik chuckled evilly. “ Useful for punishment though…too bad only the Regalians have the barb.”
Jensen startled, his body stiffening in shock, as Varik’s thumb rolled over the slit of his penis with sickening familiarity. He knew about the knot, and figured with his new wolf master that might soon be on the agenda. He just didn’t want to think about it right now.
His branded hip cramped, pain shot across his abdomen and cramped his hip flexors. He suppressed a scream as it twitched shooting molten agony up his leg. There weren’t many shifters on Vega, and so far he hadn’t actually been knotted. He thanked God for some small mercies. He hadn’t realized that his genetic change could have been worse. He thought of his house cat, Marty, back home, and not that he’d made a study of it, but guys tended to check these things out and he knew Marty, hell all male cats, had a barbed cock. Jesus, the idea of being fucked by a barbed cock!
Jensen started to sweat again. It was just too fucking much to contemplate something like that tearing into his ass. Even to have a knot shoved up it wasn’t exactly something he was looking forward to. And the idea of going into heat was almost too much to bear. Would he go into heat now like a bitch? His mind blanked in overload.
“I’ll ask the commander upon my return. I think that’s all, sir, if you’re done? The Commander is on a tight schedule.”
“No-no, we’re done. Chev, release the slave,” Varik said as he reluctantly released Jensen’s penis.
Jensen shivered in distaste.
The slave, ‘Chev’, reoriented Jensen so he was lying flat on the bed-like surface and removed the metal straps from his body. He rose slowly, carefully, trying to avoid any tension on the burned flesh. He was surprised at how dizzy he felt and was forced to clutch the side of the bed as he stood. Chris’tian stood there patiently waiting for him to regain his barings. Chev brought his kilt, and Jensen slipped it around his hips.
He hissed when some of the straps touched the top edge of his brand. Kane reached out and tucked two of the leather straps up, away from the wound, and tucked them into the belt band. Jensen regarded him gratefully. Chris'tian snapped the leash on the Felix’s new, green collar and tugged gently. “Come, your master is waiting.”
Jensen cast a quick, thankful look at Chev as he was led out, then bowed his head submissively. He needed to hide his face, hide the emotions that he was too raw and hurt to control at the moment. The permanency of the brand burned through him bright hot, his breath hitched in his chest and he had to force himself to breathe normally. He would focus on his mission. He felt changed though, almost on a molecular level, never to be the same again. It was something he would never be able to fully resolve.
He’d been through worse, but not by much. He could survive this. He would have to survive this. He was like a shark, his only option was to keep moving forward or he’d drown. He wasn’t ready to drown yet. So with each limping step Jensen struggled to gain control of his conflicting anger and despair. He couldn’t drown just yet, freedom was still a possibility.
“Let’s get the frak out of here. This place gives me the willies,” Kane muttered once they were down the hall from Varik’s lair, gripping Jensen’s leash tighter than necessary as he moved toward the nearest ascender.
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Ja’red leaned back into the plush leather remembering just in time not to tap his fingers with impatience on the arm of the chair. They’d been over this information so many times already. He wished the prince would get over his sudden case of nerves and let him go. His toy would be returning to the suite any time now, and Ja’red’s fingers itched to touch his mark burned indelibly into his cat’s flesh. ‘Mine’, his wolf howled and Ja’red had to hide the secret smile that threatened to spread across his face. He didn’t know where this possessive steak came from, but it felt right, the Felix was his.
“Ja’red, my boy, I didn’t realize I was overworking you?” Prince Jeffra’ teased after they’d finished discussing the final troop deployments.
“No, sire, nothing like that. I just want a few days off at the estate. With the coming assault, I fear it might be the last time I’ll be able to catch a few days off for a while.”
“Well fine, fine. But this won’t slow down our preparations, correct?”
“No, sire, everything is ready, we are just waiting on the clock, now. The Felix moon comes into fullness in thirty days, and we can do nothing till then. The attack is scheduled to begin that night while the weres are celebrating their goddess’s return. Right now it’s all about keeping a lid on troop movements.”
“Yes, with Felix out of the picture, that would be only nine to go of these blasted rebel planets. But I have to say, grand strategies aside, I’ve always wanted a Felix. That was a tasty snack last night. Disappeared very suddenly in the morning, or I would have had another go.” Prince Jeffra’ Deen gave Ja’red a suspicious look.
Ja’red schooled his features to indifference, he knew the prince was watching him like a hawk. The slightest hint of possessiveness and the prince would pounce. He cursed himself for his eagerness, if he had waited just a few hours more the prince would have had his fill and the slave would be forgotten by the prince by now. As it stood, the prince’s interest was piqued, Jen’son was the one that got away. Ja’red knew Jeffra’ Deen wouldn’t rest until he got the whole story.
“Ahhh, yes, sire, I’m afraid I might be to blame for your lack of pleasure. Please, let me apologize.”
“Ja’red, Ja’red, it’s no bother, but why did you spirit our little kitten away? If you wanted it, all you needed to do was ask, and you could have had it for as long as you wanted. We would just need to arrange for a longer rental. I’d asked for a shipment of exotics for last night’s celebration. I’m pretty sure it was one of them.”
“I must confess I did, my lord… Want it, that is. I bought the slave last night after seeing him…it. I-I wanted to take possession as soon as he had completed his service. If I overstepped, I can send him back to your chambers, my lord, until you have had your fill.”
Ja’red cautiously held his breath. His wolf snarled in fury at the thought of turning his cat over to anyone, but Ja’red faced it down. It was vital Ja’red make the prince believe his offer was made in good faith or the man would never stop. He was a full blood prince with a prince’s ego, nothing would stand before him. He made a mental note to squirrel Jen’son away out of the prince’s sight for the indefinite future. The cat was his, Ja’red snarled and even the prince wasn’t going to touch what was his.
Jeffra’ Deen clapped Ja’red on the shoulders and laughed. “Ja’red, my boy, how long have we known each other? What, since you were 13 and first fostered here? Hell, you’re like my littlest brother, if I hadn’t killed them all. I know you’ve never really interacted with other weres since you were brought here. Maybe I should have stepped in, and taken a larger role
“Stars, if a Kittycat makes you happy, go for it, my boy. Or, if you want to stay in-species just tell me, and I can arrange to ship in a Lycan or two here for you, broker some kind of agreement with your father - after all, he rules at my leisure.”
Ja’red nodded and schooled his face to show regret. He was no fool. Yes, the prince had been kind to him, but only for as long as Ja’red was useful to him. Ja’red’s fate and more importantly the fate of his planet lay in keeping Jeffra’ Deen and his father satisfied. The minute Ja’red outlived his usefulness he too could disappear like so many before him.
“No sire, you are too kind, truly your generosity knows no bounds. I am fine and my ‘needs’ have always been adequately looked after. I purchased the Felix in a fit of whimsy thinking another were might be an interesting indulgence, not out of some deep dark desire to be with ‘my kind’. And who knows, I may not even keep him long, slaves can grow so tiresome.”
Jeffra’ Deen nodded in acknowledgement and took a long draw on the cigar which had sat forgotten in his hand for the last little while. Ja’red relaxed slightly as the suspicion seemed to leave the princes eyes for the moment.
“Just let me know,” he said on an exhale, smoke coiling around his blue features, circling the horns on his head. “You’ve become far too important to the Imperium not to be kept happy. You keep my armies moving smoothly, and as Head Strategist, our losses have never been so low since you’ve been at the helm. I want you happy. And most important of all, you keep my father, the king, happy. And if I want a piece of Felix tail, no pun intended, I’d get one. I have to say your little spotted Felix is quite something, but I was just musing out loud.” A wide grin suddenly filled the prince’s face but Ja’red wasn’t misled; he saw the speculative gleam of interest in his eyes.
“Besides, you know my tastes run more to women anyway. I hear their women are particularly beautiful. You’ll have to cut a few out from the herd when you take the capital for me; I want to see how far down the fur goes.” The prince’s eyes crinkled in mischief. “But getting back to you, I’ve never seen you show more than passing interest in a slave, let alone spirit one off so quickly and buy it. It’s a bit… unexpected, shall we say.”
“Yes, sire.” Ja’red hoped the prince would change the topic soon. He rolled his hips in discomfort; discussing his were was having a predictable effect on him. Besides, he wanted to get back to his new Felix and check it out thoroughly, see his mark burned into its flesh and know it was fully his now. He wanted to taste the man’s skin and see if the spots tasted any different than his other flesh, maybe count them as he curled up next to him…
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Jensen’s hip burned like it was on fire by the time he and Chris’tian arrived back at the Commander’s rooms. The trip back from the branding seemed to take far less time than the trip there, even with Jensen limping. Chris’tian huffed out a weary breath as they entered the suite and went directly to the bar. Jensen couldn’t help watching as the man poured himself a generous measure of some amber liquid and knocked it back in one go. Jensen couldn’t help longing for a little liquid comfort himself right now. Refilling the glass, Chris’tian looked over the top at Jensen standing in the middle of the room, leash dangling from his new collar, and asked gruffly, “Need another dose?”
Jensen looked up briefly, bit his lip and debated whether he should tell the warrior the truth or tough it out. He sighed and realized he had no choice in the matter and nodded his head briefly.
The one benefit of the slow trudge back to the suite was it had given Jensen a chance to cool down and gain some perspective on what had happened. He needed to swallow his rage, angry slaves were dead slaves. He needed to view the branding in the perspective of his master. He could feel the wolf looming over him; branding Jensen was nothing more than marking his property, nothing more, nothing less. Like like when your mom wrote your name in your camp clothes with a laundry marker. But for the one wearing the mark, it could be like a tattoo or dying your hair blue, or wearing a collar. It only had to mean what you let it mean. Jensen's cat snarled at the lie, but Jensen pushed it down. He had survived for so long with worse being done to him. He couldn’t afford to space out now when the possibility of freedom was so near.
Chris’tian strode over and turned him, hand carefully placed well above the mark on his hip as he inspected the damage. He brought the spray bottle out of his pouch and squirted generously over the area. Jensen felt instant relief and sagged a little as the pain left him.
“Thank you, Master.”
Kane ducked his head in acknowledgment and walked over to the small kitchen area behind the bar. Jensen heard him hit a few buttons and then the hiss of a panel as it opened, and Kane brought out two plates heaped full of food piping hot from the warmer. He slid one over on top of the bar top counter and dropped a set of utensils beside the plate. Leaning on the other side of the bar, he proceeded to devour his meal. Jensen stood motionless. He thought the meal was for him, but he couldn’t assume. He licked his lips in hunger and advanced tentatively toward the bar. As he stood beside the steaming plate, he couldn’t help but ask just to be sure. “Master?” he said.
Chris’tian looked up impatiently and gestured with his fork toward the plate. “Eat, boy, the commander will be here soon, and you’ll be on the move.”
Jensen’s stomach gurgled in agreement and he blushed in embarrassment as he licked his lips and hurried to slide onto the bar stool in anticipation. He flinched as his skin pulled over the burn when he took his seat. He’d seldom had the opportunity to eat ‘real’ food, and he moaned as the first mouthful hit his tongue. It looked like pickled turnip, bright purple in color, but tasted like perfectly done pork sausage. Kane looked up at him and raised one brow sardonically, and Jensen blushed brighter.
“Sorry, master.”
“Hell no, don’t be sorry, glad to see you’re enjoying it. It don’t seem like you get to eat like this too often.”
Jensen shoved another forkful of food in his mouth, just barely remembering his manners and shook his head ‘no’. This tasted like grapefruit, and Jensen sucked on the tart fruit, enjoying the piquant flavor. Now if something on his plate could just taste like scrambled eggs he’d be all set. The two men ate quietly, both enjoying the meal, both glad to be out of the Punisher’s lair.
Soon enough the plates were scraped clean, and Chris’tian was placing them in the recycler. “Mmm that was good. Not as good as my mama’s but damn fine. You’ll like the food at the estate too. Freja’s a great cook.”
Jensen didn’t know what to say. As a slave, he’d never been encouraged to talk and he’d been taught especially not to ask questions. Chris’tian’s easygoing banter overcame his common sense, and the question was out of his mouth before he could think better of it.
“H-how long have you known Master?” Jensen ducked his head, expecting a blow for being overcurious. The warrior cocked his head at him and just stared for a moment to let him know he had crossed the line but decided to answer him anyway.
“Known Ja’red since he was a boy, was assigned to him when he fostered at the Imperium with the prince’s family, so, nearly 15 years. He’s a good man, a good commander.”
“Does he own many slaves?” Jensen found his mouth had gone dry as he asked the question. He didn’t know why it mattered to him, but it did.
“No, you’re actually his first. There’s tons of slaves at the palace but none that Ja’red actually owns himself. Kind of curious him picking you out and so fast.”
Emboldened by his success, Jensen couldn’t resist asking, “W-why? Am I so strange?” He flinched at his nerve as he looked down at his spotted chest.
“No, Stars no. You’re not strange, gods, you’re beautiful, and I’m not even into men. Didn’t know Ja’red was either. Nah, it’s just funny because you’re a Felix, and he’s a Lycan. I’m just surprised he’d buy another were.”
“So Ja’red really is a were?” Jensen asked wanting to confirm the Prince’s offhand remark.
“Yes, I am, Kittycat.”
Jensen whirled, tensing as he saw Ja’red leaning indolently against the archway to the room. He had no idea how long he’d been there. “Yes of all the shifters us wolves are the most able to pass as humanoid. Maybe it’s the stealthy side of the wolf, its ability to blend in, but we don’t show our ‘spots’, as it were, like you Felix do. Although I must say we have fur in all the right places.”
Ja’red smirked and straightened, prowling into the room with all the authority of a predator breed. He came up beside Jensen and started to rub little circles along Jensen’s arm, toying with him.
Jensen’s breath hitched in fear and he looked up at his master.
“And curiosity has been known to kill the cat, little one. I’d watch that inquisitive tongue of yours if I were you, but we can pick that up later. For now I want to see it. My mark on that pretty spotted hide of yours showing everyone who you belong to.”
Ja’red’s voice slid over Jensen like a velvet vise. Possessiveness radiated off him in nearly visible waves as he moved into the room toward the bar, and Jensen felt a strange, off-kilter feeling that seemed to always accompany Ja’red’s presence, like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room with him there. He expelled a strangely fluttery breath and slid off his bar stool. He started to go to his knees, but Ja’red reached the bar first and grabbed his forearm to keep him standing in place.
“Turn, let me see it.” Ja’red’s voice was a dark promise sliding over Jensen’s skin, and he ducked his head and turned so his hip was facing his master.
Ja’red’s brow arched as he saw the two leather strips lifted and tucked out of the way. “M-master Chris’tian moved them.” Jensen blurted out nervously.
“It’s fine. The mark looks good, Chris’tian, deep and clear and healing fast!”
“That would be thanks to our spray here.” Kane waggled the bottle back and forth in his hands. “Every two hours, or our boy here’s in a lot of pain. Gotta say though, the brander in this house enjoys his work way too much. He did have some good questions though. Wanted to know if you wanted a heat inhibitor? And if you wanted a timer in the collar as well? He also had a lot of ideas about piercings. Guess it’s not so easy to pierce or brand a were safely. Maybe you knew that.”
“I suspected,” Ja’red said darkly. “We’re good. I have everything I need, and his collar is fully outfitted.” Ja’red’s voice had a warning tone to it that Chris’tian seemed oblivious to.
“Oh, yeah, speaking of, here’s the control for the collar. He said it would allow your boy to shift. You want that? Really? And he also mentioned heat suppression…”
“I’m not discussing my slave with you, Kane.”
“B-but, sir, what… gods, what happens if you knock him up? You really want slave babies? Little Kittycats running around? What-what would your father say? If you just want to breed him, I know several dealers who could set you up with an Alpha, breed the bitch proper. With a face like his, the kits would be spectacular and make you some good coin. Maybe even good enough to compete.”
Jensen wanted the floor to swallow him up right then and there. His hand unconsciously sought out the flat of his stomach, and he shivered. Babies, really, was that possible now? Jensen felt sick.
“The discussion is closed, Lieutenant. Leave us, now, before I forget you are my friend.”
Chris’tian swore softly under his breath and exited the room without another word. Jensen wished he could leave too but was still held pinned by his master’s arm beside him. “That what you want, boy? To be filled with pups? Or what do cats have, kittens? Hmmm, yes for you weres everything’s about family. About having a good Alpha, a great Alpha you can look up to, be proud of. But you wouldn’t know much about that now would you Jen’son? No…I on the other hand, I know all about having an Alpha for a father.” Ja’red laughed darkly and poured himself a double measure of the same amber liquid Chris’tian had been drinking. Jensen felt like there was an in joke going on that he didn’t know or understand and kept silent. He tried to sink to his knees again, and this time his master let him.
“Yes, my father the Alpha,” Ja’red breathed out with a sigh, his soft tone at contrast with the death grip he had on his glass. “Wanna know about my father, Kittycat?”
Jensen looked up and swallowed, just watching the commander.
“My father bartered off his youngest son as hostage in order to keep his precious kingdom. It’s been fifteen… no, sixteen years, and the old bastard hasn’t deigned to visit me once, or even to send a message. He just threw me to the Imperium. Didn’t seem to matter to him if I lived or died. How’s that for a caring father, Kittycat? What do you think of that Jen’son?” Jensen’s eyes widened. He didn’t think his master even knew his name.
“Oh, I know all about you, Jen’son.” Ja’red smiled darkly, obviously pleased to have taken him by surprise. “You were stolen from an interdict planet, probably by independent slavers, and then sold to the breaker ship Zarbeena where you were attacked and infected by another slave, a Felix. Turned, you then went up for auction on Vega where you were bought by one Simion Bajeer who runs a lower echelon escort service here in the Quad. Bajeer has whored you out for 5 standard years. I probably know more about you than you know yourself.” Ja’red strode past Jensen over to the lounge and sprawled out, long legs resting on the low table in front of him. Jensen could feel the anger emanating off his master.
“Come here, Kittycat… want you on your knees. Want to feed you my dick, make you take it all down and purr. I want you to show me what you know. What they have beaten into that furry head of yours in the last five years, humm?” Ja’red’s voice was a dark taunt from across the room.
Jensen swallowed and started to rise, but then thought better of it. He didn’t understand why his master was so mad, but he realized abruptly he needed to get his head in the game and diffuse the situation the only way he knew how… with his body. Talking with Chris’tian, asking him questions, eating real food, he’d let himself be lulled into acting like a real person. He wasn’t that, not anymore.
He looked down at the floor and composed himself, reminded himself of what he really was now: a toy, a whore for his master’s pleasure, or else.
He sank as gracefully as he could to his knees and began the slow, sinuous crawl across the sparkling floors to his new master. It felt like the temperature in the room rose as he crossed closer to Ja’red. A thick, spicy scent seemed to coil around him as he drew nearer. His rational mind assumed it was his master’s cologne, but his cat’s whines and needy nuzzling at his insides hinted at more. Its incessant rubbing sent a bolt of pure lust through him so intense it forced a ragged purr from his lips.
He saw the lightning flash glint of Ja’red’s teeth as the sound vibrated out of him. And God help him, there were those dimples he’d seen last night. He’d only seen them briefly, bracketing that beautiful mouth, but yes, dimples.
Then they were gone, extinguished and replaced by a look of studied boredom. Jensen knew rationally that his master was a good looking man, had admired his long lean frame from the first moment he’d seen him. Something different was going on here, though, something specifically about this master that made his gut flutter nervously. When he looked at Ja’red, Jensen felt a strange sense of longing, like Ja’red was his. It didn’t make sense, though. He was a slave, unwilling, and one master was much the same as another…weren’t they? Why did this one in particular seem so different from all the rest?
Jensen crawled closer, and Ja’red purposefully left his legs where they were, stretched out and resting on top of the low table in front of him. Unperturbed, Jensen arched his back down provocatively low and crawled beneath them; he came up between Ja’red’s spread thighs and could feel himself purring.
His master licked his own wide lips and reached down and looped one of those long fingers through the D ring at the front of Jensen's collar. He pulled up on it and Jensen followed, arched up and back before his master. Ja’red let go of the collar, rubbing slowly along its edge before his fingers glided up the graceful arch of Jensen’s speckled neck. Jensen held his breath as he felt Ja’red’s gaze, hot and searing, travel across him.
“Looks good on you, Kittycat, green is definitely your color.”
Ja’red eased back and hooked his arms along the back of the couch. He looked down at Jensen, his eyes hooded beneath dark brows and said simply, “Suck me.”
Jensen blinked and licked his lips. His master’s expression was inscrutable, his hawk-like gaze taking every inch of Jensen in. Under the brooding inspection, Jensen shivered, not with fear, but with something else he couldn’t quite define. He wasn’t afraid of Ja’red, though maybe he should be. His master hadn’t actually hurt him… yet, other than the branding.
Jensen gathered up his scattered wits, cocked his head to one side in what he hoped was a sensuous move, and looked at the long, tawny length of his master - a tactic usually guaranteed to make his clients moan. He knew at the end of the day he had to please his master if he was going to succeed in this household and stay alive. That he desired it himself, that his master’s very presence in the room made heat pool in his own belly, was more than a little surprising.
He trailed a hand over the leather, hard enough to arouse the skin underneath, then moved up his master’s leg and mouthed at Jar’ed’s crotch, feeling his master's growing arousal beneath the butter-soft covering. He made a show of slowly flicking the fasteners loose before he reached inside and eased out the man's hardening length. The head of Ja’red’s dick was already drooling, and Jensen used both hands to rub up and down his growing shaft.
He felt both terrified and strangely protective of this behemoth of a man and licked out and rolled his tongue over the mushroom head of Jar’ed’s cock. Ja’red wriggled, and Jensen took the cue and pulled Ja’red’s pants down around his thighs and then returned his attention to Ja’red’s beautiful dick. His master was long and thick, the fat head slowly purpling in arousal. Jensen returned to sliding his hand up and down the shaft and over the slit, gathering up pre-come with each pass, to lubricate his motions.
Through half lidded eyes he stared up at the exposed belly of his master, the dark trail of hair that flowed down and around his master’s beautiful dick almost fur-like there. Maybe the Lycan in him, Jensen mused. While one hand continued to work his master’s length he couldn’t resist leaning forward and running the other across the taut muscle of his master’s abs. Leaning in he let his tongue lick and kiss its way down that lightly furred trail and down along his length. He found himself at the tip of Ja’red’s drooling cock and gave it one final kiss before he swallowed his master down.
Ja’red was well endowed, and Jensen had to work to get most of his master’s flesh in his mouth. He bobbed up and down on his shaft, slowly swallowing more and more of his master down until his face was flush against his softly furred groin. He began to purr deep in his throat around the hard shaft. It was a technique designed not only to please the man but also to get him off faster. Ja’red moaned as Jensen returned to bobbing up and down. In spite of all his ministrations, it soon became apparent his master was nowhere close to completion.
His balls grew taut and heavy as Jensen worked him over using every trick and technique he’d learned in his years as a whore, with no success, and Jensen growled in frustration. He could feel his master’s growing agitation and was unsurprised when he grabbed him by the hair and took over fucking himself on Jensen’s face. Jensen choked and drooled and tried to open up to his master’s increased pace, yet the man still wasn’t going over. Snarling, Ja’red let go of Jensen’s head in disgust and threw himself back into the sofa, flinging his arm over his eyes and groaning.
Released, Jensen pulled off Ja’red’s cock with a wet plop and looked at the man, confused. He was aroused, that was evident, but somehow it just wasn’t enough. Jensen felt a determined hum sneak out his throat, and he decided to try another tactic. He started to massage Ja’red balls and perineum, hoping to loosen the man up a bit. As his hand moved over the soft, vulnerable skin behind his sack, he encountered a curious wetness.
Jensen’s hand slid down around, following the path of the slick as he massaged the tender flesh. His questing fingers came to Ja’red’s crack, and encouraged by the low moans Ja’red had started to make, he let his fingers follow the trail between the cheeks his master’s ass. He looked up at his master’s glazed eyes and worried his lip. He’d done it before occasionally. Maybe that’s the nudge his master needed. Jensen let one finger slide carefully into his master’s heat. Jensen was surprised by the amount of fluid he felt in his master’s passage, and his finger moved easily inside. He found himself strangely aroused at the idea of invading his master’s hole, and he felt his own cock lengthen beneath its leather kilt.
Jensen braced a hand on Ja’red’s inner thigh and pushed his master’s legs farther apart to give him more room. He pushed two fingers in and stretched them forward till he found the spot, a little denser than the surrounding tissue, just a change in texture to signal its location, and began to rub over his master’s prostate. The smell of his arousal filled the room, hot and spicy in Jensen’s nose; his cat, almost somnolent with pleasure, purred softly in the background.
Ja’red watched from beneath shadowed eyes and adjusted the sprawl of his legs. Unspeaking, he canted his hips for a better angle. Soon his throaty growl had Jensen adding a third finger to the mix and pushing in with more weight. Ja’red acted like someone had lit him up and started to buck feverishly onto Jensen’s thrusting fingers. Jensen felt a strange sense of rightness and possession as his fingers pushed deeper into his master’s hole and more and more slick flowed around them. He snarled and laid kitten soft licks and kisses along Ja’red’s inner thigh, the taste of his master’s flesh on his tongue as good as the smell.
Jensen felt lightheaded; he wasn’t sure if it was from the heady power of directing his master’s pleasure, or the spicy scent. Ja’red’s dick was hard and straining as it curved up towards his chest. Jensen wanted to take it in hand, feel the velvet skin and the steel hard core beneath, but he wasn’t sure, so he concentrated instead on licking Ja’red’s inner thigh and the jackhammer thrusts of his fingers. He made a cone shape of his three fingers and scissored his master open even more. The slick had his digits squelching slightly as he thrust hard into him, hitting Ja’red’s prostate on every pass. Jared started to hump Jensen's fingers frantically, and when Jensen glanced up at his master, he saw his eyes had darkened with hunger and lust. The sounds he was making were going straight to Jensen’s dick.
He could feel his master’s balls tighten and pull up. He raked his fingers one last time over his prostate, and Ja’red bucked up and roared his pleasure as he came untouched, shooting ropey lengths of come across his own chest. His scent flooded the room.
Ja’red’s ass muscles clenched down, vice-like, on Jensen’s fingers, and the erotic sensation went straight to Jensen’s dick. He cried out, a surprised, high pitched cat-like snarl as he came, splattering down across the floor tiles. Dizzy from his own orgasm, Jensen leaned forward to lick up his master’s spend as he continued to rock his fingers back and forth, milking his master of the last of his pleasure.
Ja’red’s shaft started to soften, and Jensen gently slid his fingers out of his master’s hole, smearing a viscous fluid on his inner thigh as they withdrew. Ja’red’s pants were ruined, a puddle of the liquid cooling where they were pulled down. Jensen tried to circumspectly wipe his hands on his leg and rose to go to the washroom for a cloth to clean his wolf. When he stood, his master grabbed his bicep and looked up at him. His eyelids nearly closed, his expression a strange mixture of blissed and bitter as he huffed out in a in a dark, bitter voice, “S-so, now you know.”
Jensen didn't know what he was supposed to know. He scrunched his nose in confusion and, biting his lip, nodded. He ducked his head as he went to the washroom for the cloth and some time to think.
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Master Post | Chapter 6
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