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Title: Year 3000
Authors: joshtin4lyfe and spider_orchid
Fandoms: JONAS, Supernatural, Gossip Girl
Rating: NC-17 (YAY GAY SEX)
Genre: Slash, Het, RPF
Pairings: Joe/Nick, Kevin/Zac, Momma/Papa, Demi/Steven Strait, Jensen/Joe, JDM/Jensen, Misha/Jared, Chuck/Blair, Jenny/Dan
Characters: Also starring - David "Archie" Archuleta, Keke Palmer, Bobby Singer, Kristen Kreuk, Lily Vanderwoodsen
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. It's probably safer for them that way.
Word Count: 3296 words
Summary: The world has changed in the 994 years since America's most corrupt president started a nuclear war the likes of which no one has seen before or will ever see again. Having fled to various safe areas from the nuclear fall out, mankind vowed to never make the same mistakes again. In planning for the future they created a class system of free people and Auxiliaries (or AXs). AXs are the dregs of society, too corrupt and useless for anything but retraining as eternal servants to the free. After reclaiming the US once contamination levels lowered, the government seems to be repeating all of its old mistakes. This brings us to the story of Nick Jonas and his AX Joseph. Upon receiving Joseph on his 16th birthday our hero sets into motion a chain of events that can possibly bring justice to a confused and blinded nation, if only he can prevail over the corrupt forces working to thwart him. This Multifandom Crossover Fic promises to thrill, tease, and titillate even the most jaded fanfiction reader. Welcome to the Year 3000.
Warning: This is a slave fic and there will be all kinds of kinkiness, dark themes, and fuckery to be had in this fic. It starts out pretty tame though.
Other chapters can be found in the master post here!
Author's Note: This chapter contains gay sex between two dudes. If you don't like that then gtfo (jk, but seriously there's butt fucking in this). Also, thanks so much to our loyal readers. joshtin4lyfe and I (spiderorchid) really appreciate you and we hope to please and entertain you! :)
SIR’s shiny black SUV was parked a little way down the road from the Jonas mansion. He never felt comfortable parking right in front of the house. Someone might see him and then he’d have to hear Denise bitch about him being “seen” near her. She was the fucking Governor and he was the police chief of the New York territory. He deserved some fucking respect. He’d always known that Denise would go soft. Even when they were kids she was always whining about the unfair treatment of AXs and why they needed more rights. SIR missed the old days; back when they were still rebuilding the New America and the AXs knew their place and were treated like what they were, SLAVES, not fucking pampered pets.
SIR slid into the SUV and waited a little impatiently for Jensen to slide into the back. Usually he let Jensen drive, but he’d been acting a little strange lately. He lost his driving priveleges when he’d swerved a little too close to the edge of a ravine when SIR was yelling at him for looking some twink in the eye when they were on patrol.
Jensen. SIR sighed and remembered the day he’d received the AX. He had been so beautiful and young, all unmarred pale freckled skin and glass green eyes. He was flawless, but a little to skinny for SIR’s taste. He liked his AXs to be a little bit of a match for him…but not too much. It had been surprisingly easy to break Jensen. All he had to do was remind Jensen that SIR was the only one that ever wanted him and that SIR was all he had in the world. Jensen was a real find. Over the 10 years that they’d been together Jensen had been completely obedient and the sex was out of this world. He knew when to be docile and take, knew when to grit his teeth and be a little bitch. SIR loved for Jensen to bitch the most.
He didn’t know what had gotten into Jenny lately (Jensen hated the nickname, which of course is why he used it all the time). He just seemed too distracted and Denise Fucking Jonas was not helping. SIR knew what she was doing, always asking Jensen how he was doing and if he’d like something to drink. SIR knew he’d trained Jensen well, but it was human nature to look for the next best thing and he knew that Jensen thought of Denise Jonas and her liberal little family as the proverbial promised land. He saw it in the way Jensen’s gaze hardened whenever he came into contact with them, trying to hide his longing to be there getting pampered and loved. Well, SIR loved Jensen. Loved his body, loved the way he killed with no remorse, loved that he was always hungry for SIR’s cock. That was the only kind of love Jensen needed or deserved.
SIR had been trying to erase Jensen’s fantasies of a better life by keeping him hard at work training other AXs, if you could call what they did training. There was none of that pussy ass psycho babble bullshit that Denise was into. All you needed to train an AX was a good whip and a strong hand. When they fucked up you made them pay, plain and simple. Jensen had been working the AX trainees over good lately. He put one guy in a coma and another had to have his entire back stitched up. It made SIR proud, still SIR had the feeling Jensen was going to make a break for freedom and it was all because of Denise Jonas and her perfect little family. But he had a cure for that little bitch. He and President Vanderwoodsen were well aware of Denise’s liberal stance…and not so squeaky clean past. That bitch was going down, it was only a matter of time and planning.
~*~
Jensen seethed in the back of SIR’s SUV. Fucking sick bastard. The one thing he wanted, the one fucking thing, and the fucker was dangling it in front of Jensen’s face like a fucking chew toy. SIR was using Joe to control Jensen more. He knew if Jensen stayed in line and was a good boy he’d send him over to the house to play with Joe. It was a smart thing to do. Taking someone naturally dominant like Jensen and giving them SIR was cruel. He needed an outlet and for almost a year Joe had been that outlet. Jensen remembered when Joe had come in to be retrained at the Buffalo facility. The facility in Rochester was a play ground compared to Buffalo. Rochester felt strange to Jensen. There were no meat hooks or torture chambers...no drying blood or fingernails left in the wall from scratching.
President Vanderwoodsen’s sniveling little aid Chuck Bass had turned Joe in. Apparently Joe got tired of Chuck and Blair’s sick little sex games and lashed out one night when they got a trifle too rough. Rumor had it that the little shit had gone crazy on Blair and socked her in the fucking eye. Jensen loved Joe for that alone. That was one demented bitch and Chuck Bass just encouraged the twisted shit she did.
The minute Jensen laid eyes on Joe he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him. He’d break that boy no matter what. It had been agony and ectasy working on Joe. It was fucked up, the beatings and the rough sex, but it was the only way. Joe had to learn. He had to know that in order to survive he had to submit. SIR had taught him that. He’d been just like Joe, arrogant and undisciplined, but SIR had taken him and molded him into the perfect AX. Giving Joe what SIR had given him made Jensen feel like he had a purpose, like he was doing his own part in continuing the reconstruction of American society. It had been such a blow when Jensen found out Joseph was being sent to live with some other family, and as a fucking birthday present no less. Jensen had been furious when Joe left and vowed to personally blind the person the took Joe away from him.
Lately though, Jensen was beginning to pull apart at the seams. He wanted. He wanted things for himself, wanted control, wanted to be the dominant one. He wanted Joe, not to play with every once and awhile but for forever and he was going to get him. He’d be damned if he lost the one thing that he felt truly belonged to him and only him.
Jensen was caught up in his fantasies of owning Joe again when SIR called his name.
“Yes master?”
SIR cleared his throat. “I just had an idea Jenny. It seems Governor Jonas still thinks that Axs are valued living things with feelings. I want you to pay that little Singer girl and her AX a visit later on tonight. Maybe if a “rogue AX” fiddles with one of her kid’s friends she’ll change her mind about how they should be trained.” SIR smiled and Jensen felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. “Oh, and Jenny, I want it to be messy. Rumor has it the little bitch hasn’t had her cherry popped yet. I think it’s about time she did. Do a good job and I’ll make sure you get a little alone time with that little slut of yours.” Jensen groaned at the thought of having just 10 minutes with Joe. He didn’t know how he felt about taking Demi’s virginity…and her AX Steven wasn’t going to just lay down and let him do it either. It had to be done. He had to have Joe and Governor Jonas had to learn that AXs like him didn’t deserve rights, that they need guidance and a strong hand or they’d never be good for anything. Being with SIR had given Jensen a purpose and Jensen wasn’t going to let this opportunity to shine pass him by.
~*~
Kevin was still red faced and pissed as he sped down the street toward the doctor’s office. Fuck SIR and that fucking robot he called an AX. Ever since his mother became Governor three years ago, SIR had been dropping by their house more and more frequently until it seemed like every other day he was there smiling that greasy smile and making condescending remarks to Kevin. So what if he did hair for a living? Kevin didn’t just cut hair, he owned his own business. He employed over 15 people and helped revitalize an area that was all but lost after the fall out. It had taken two years and a lot of hard work but Kevin reached his goal and he really had Zac to thank for a lot of his success.
Kevin was not the most popular kid in his class. He was kind of a nerd with glasses and a horrible set of gleaming metallic braces. On his 14th birthday he asked his parents if he could apply for an AX from the old country. His self esteem was so low that he figured any AX from the new US would hate him on sight and probably be hard to control. Never in a million years did he think he would ever get someone like Zac. He could still remember the day they picked Zac up from the Auxiliary Affairs office four months after his 14th birthday. Demi’s uncle Bobby Singer delivered Zac personally. Even with his softer baby face Zac had been gorgeous. His sea blue eyes seemed to glow as he greeted Kevin.
“Hello, master. My Name is Zac and I’m very pleased to be here. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
Kevin had stuttered and blushed at Zac’s statements. How could something so beautiful and perfect ever disappoint him? That night Kevin had been so nervous touching Zac for the first time. They’d explored each other’s bodies all night long, hot and eager with young lust. Kevin found it so natural to talk to Zac, who was so open and eager to hear and know everything about Kevin. It was so easy to fall in love with Zac, but that worried Kevin the most. Did Zac love him back or was he just fulfilling his duties as an AX?
They’d been together for a year when one day after a particularly enthusiastic round of love making Kevin softly whispered, “Zac…I…I love you…so much…” Zac slipped from the bed to his knees and began to weep. Kevin was shocked. What had he done wrong? Kevin slid to the floor to comfort Zac who was sobbing by now.
“I never imagined this could happen. They train us not to expect much,” Zac whispered. “Just to expect water, food, and shelter, but never all of this. Not all of these emotions and feelings. All I wanted was a master that wouldn’t beat or rape me or turn me into a prostitute. I never thought I would fall in love with my master and I definitely never thought that he would love me back.”
The admissions of love for one another only bolstered their confidence. Kevin realized that he was desirable and could lead and contribute to society as more than just another rich government official's son and Zac understood that he was worthy and deserving of love, AX or not. Together Kevin and Zac were unstoppable and their love only made them that much stronger.
Kevin walked into the doctor’s office and gave them Zac’s ID card and his own form of ID. Lately mysterious persons had been coming to pick up AXs and they were never heard from again. The nurse called Zac’s serial number (which Kevin hated. Zac was a human being, not a package he was picking up from the post office) and Zac came through the door into the waiting room. Kevin immediately slid his arms around Zac’s neck and fused their mouths together. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since they’d last made love, and Kevin was eager to rejoin them again. Zac had always been very sensitive to the weather and when a freak cold snap moved through New York, it wreaked havoc on Zac’s fragile system. Kevin groaned as Zac slid his tongue into Kevin’s mouth. They stayed that way for what seemed like forever, slick hot tongues sliding over each other adding fuel to a starving fire. They would have kissed more if the nurse behind the desk hadn't made a not so subtle cough.
“Umm…Mr. Jonas? I need for you to sign some papers before you go. Oh, and your AX has an appointment again in one week and a prescription for an inhaler if he has any other problems breathing.”
Kevin quickly scribbled his name down on the necessary paper work and practically dragged Zac out the door.
“So what do you feel like eating, since the doctor has given you a clean bill of health?” Kevin asked and kissed Zac on the hand.
“I want a burger. I want fries and cheese and grease, man. It seems like I haven’t had real food in forever. How about that little place downtown? They have awesome milk shakes too.”
Kevin chuckled. Zac might have been a pretty boy, but he ate like a horse…and was hung like one too. Kevin’s skin immediately heated at the thought. The old brown leather collar Kevin had gotten Zac for their five year anniversary looked gorgeous against his tan skin. Kevin couldn’t wait to get home and have Zac sink into him, he’d felt empty since Zac had fallen ill and he was aching to be filled.
Zac smirked and smacked Kevin on the thigh. “Mind out of the gutter, Jonas. I’d don’t want you to wreck this car after I just left the doctor’s office. Besides, this car too expensive to wreck and I don’t feel like dealing with any of SIR’s goons.”
Kevin immediately frowned. “Don’t get me started on SIR. The fucker showed up at Nick's birthday party today.”
Zac groaned. “What is happened this time?”
Kevin shook his head. “I’ll tell you later. Let’s enjoy the day…and hopefully when we get home you can show me just how well you are.”
~*~
Kevin rushed in the door to the Jonas Mansion. Zac’s mouth was bound to his. Their mouths still tasted like the strawberry milkshakes they shared just minutes ago. Zac groaned as he felt the hard column of Kevin’s erection dig into his hip. His hip bucked forward at the contact. He was so hot and ready for it his head was spinning. Suddenly, just as Zac was sure he’d faint from the sensation of Kevin dry humping him in the foyer. Kevin stepped back. Zac went to grab him again, but Kevin held up a hand.
“On your knees, Zachary.” Kevin reached into his back pocket and pulled out a long platinum chain. Zac sank to his knees and Kevin attached the chain to the worn collar on Zac’s neck. Zac’s mind went straight into AX mode. Nothing mattered but pleasing Kevin at this point. Kevin pulled the chain forward and pressed his crotch to Zac’s face. “I want you to suck me Zac. Make my dick good and wet baby, that’s all the lube you’re getting.” Zac’s cock jumped at the thought of Kevin entering him with so little lubrication. He craved the ache and the burn of Kevin’s hot dick.
Zac nosed the flap over Kevin’s fly apart and grabbed the zipper with his teeth to slowly pull it down over the bulge of Kevin's dick. Zac could practically smell the heady sent of Kevin’s maleness. He made quick work of the button with his teeth and pulled the too tight jeans down Kevin’s thighs. He growled when he realized Kevin was wearing briefs. “Damn you for wearing the fucking Calvin's, Kevin. Would it kill you to wear boxers for once?” Kevin chuckled and drew his cloth covered erection down the side of Zac’s face. “I have to make you work for the goodies, baby.”
Zac grabbed the briefs and jerked them down and Kevin’s hard cock sprang free, standing at full attention almost parallel with Kevin's stomach. The tip of his cock was already wet with precome as Zac’s hot eager mouth sang over it. Kevin went weak in the knees as he finally got Zac’s mouth around his dick. “God Zac…I…just don’t stop…so fucking hot.” Zac went to work on Kevin’s cock. He swirled his tongue around the head as he bobbed along Kevin’s length. It was exquisite torture and Kevin wasn’t going to last long. “Zac…Zac STOP!” Zac suddenly fell back, lips wet and fucked out, pupils dialated with lust.
“Get up,” Kevin growled. Zac immediately stood and Kevin slammed him hard against the wall of the entry way. He quickly unbuckled Zac’s pants and roughly yanked them down, boxers and all. “Such a hot little fuck,” Kevin mumbled as he sank to his knees behind Zac. Zac trembled as he felt Kevin’s warm breath ghost over the backs of his thighs. Kevin slowly licked his tongue up Zac’s right thigh and then up over the crease under his right buttock until… “AH, Kevin! Oh God Kevin!” Kevin nipped at Zac’s ass and gave him a hard smack. “Quiet. Let me work, bitch.” Kevin gave Zac’s hole a tongue bath, licking and making hot opened mouthed kisses all over his ass until Zac could barely stand. Finally, when he thought Zac might pass out from the sensation, Kevin stood and shuffled forward until every last inch of his 8 hard inches were pressed along the wet crack of Zac’s ass.
“Kevin we can’t...not here. Your parents…your brother.” Kevin surged forward sliding along Zac’s ass. “Fuck it, let 'em watch. Maybe I can teach Nick and dear old Dad a thing or two.” Kevin yanked on the chain attached to Zac’s neck as the blunt head of his dick began to inch into Zac’s hot tight passage. “God Kevin,” Zac choked out. Kevin yanked on the chain harder and slid all the way in. “Gonna break you good, Zac. I think you forgot what daddy’s cock feels like.” Zac’s only response was a whimper as Kevin began to trust into him. The burn was there, but the pleasure was so overwhelming the Zac could hardly tell there was any discomfort at all. Kevin picked up speed and the only that could be heard in the foyer was grunting, whimpering and the slap of skin on skin.
“Oh God Zac I…I think,” was all Kevin could get out.
“Me too baby, just don’t stop fucking me. Don’t ever stop fucking me, daddy.” The words drive Kevin over the edge and he pushed as far as he could into Zac’s ass as he jetted out rope after rope of hot sticky cum inside of his lover. Zac clenched around Kevin’s dick and came with no help at the feeling of Kevin’s hot load scorching his insides.
They slid to the floor in a heap of sweat soaked limbs and sticky skin, fucked out and not giving a damn. Kevin nuzzled the back of Zac’s neck and whispered to him how much he loved him when they heard something slam against the fridge in the kitchen and a groan.
Zac sat up confused, but too exahausted from sex to actually see what happened. “What the hell was that?” Kevin chuckled and yanked Zac back down by his chain. “Sounds like my little brother is taking his AX for a test drive. Now get back down here. I need my cuddles.”
Authors: joshtin4lyfe and spider_orchid
Fandoms: JONAS, Supernatural, Gossip Girl
Rating: NC-17 (YAY GAY SEX)
Genre: Slash, Het, RPF
Pairings: Joe/Nick, Kevin/Zac, Momma/Papa, Demi/Steven Strait, Jensen/Joe, JDM/Jensen, Misha/Jared, Chuck/Blair, Jenny/Dan
Characters: Also starring - David "Archie" Archuleta, Keke Palmer, Bobby Singer, Kristen Kreuk, Lily Vanderwoodsen
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. It's probably safer for them that way.
Word Count: 3296 words
Summary: The world has changed in the 994 years since America's most corrupt president started a nuclear war the likes of which no one has seen before or will ever see again. Having fled to various safe areas from the nuclear fall out, mankind vowed to never make the same mistakes again. In planning for the future they created a class system of free people and Auxiliaries (or AXs). AXs are the dregs of society, too corrupt and useless for anything but retraining as eternal servants to the free. After reclaiming the US once contamination levels lowered, the government seems to be repeating all of its old mistakes. This brings us to the story of Nick Jonas and his AX Joseph. Upon receiving Joseph on his 16th birthday our hero sets into motion a chain of events that can possibly bring justice to a confused and blinded nation, if only he can prevail over the corrupt forces working to thwart him. This Multifandom Crossover Fic promises to thrill, tease, and titillate even the most jaded fanfiction reader. Welcome to the Year 3000.
Warning: This is a slave fic and there will be all kinds of kinkiness, dark themes, and fuckery to be had in this fic. It starts out pretty tame though.
Other chapters can be found in the master post here!
Author's Note: This chapter contains gay sex between two dudes. If you don't like that then gtfo (jk, but seriously there's butt fucking in this). Also, thanks so much to our loyal readers. joshtin4lyfe and I (spiderorchid) really appreciate you and we hope to please and entertain you! :)
SIR’s shiny black SUV was parked a little way down the road from the Jonas mansion. He never felt comfortable parking right in front of the house. Someone might see him and then he’d have to hear Denise bitch about him being “seen” near her. She was the fucking Governor and he was the police chief of the New York territory. He deserved some fucking respect. He’d always known that Denise would go soft. Even when they were kids she was always whining about the unfair treatment of AXs and why they needed more rights. SIR missed the old days; back when they were still rebuilding the New America and the AXs knew their place and were treated like what they were, SLAVES, not fucking pampered pets.
SIR slid into the SUV and waited a little impatiently for Jensen to slide into the back. Usually he let Jensen drive, but he’d been acting a little strange lately. He lost his driving priveleges when he’d swerved a little too close to the edge of a ravine when SIR was yelling at him for looking some twink in the eye when they were on patrol.
Jensen. SIR sighed and remembered the day he’d received the AX. He had been so beautiful and young, all unmarred pale freckled skin and glass green eyes. He was flawless, but a little to skinny for SIR’s taste. He liked his AXs to be a little bit of a match for him…but not too much. It had been surprisingly easy to break Jensen. All he had to do was remind Jensen that SIR was the only one that ever wanted him and that SIR was all he had in the world. Jensen was a real find. Over the 10 years that they’d been together Jensen had been completely obedient and the sex was out of this world. He knew when to be docile and take, knew when to grit his teeth and be a little bitch. SIR loved for Jensen to bitch the most.
He didn’t know what had gotten into Jenny lately (Jensen hated the nickname, which of course is why he used it all the time). He just seemed too distracted and Denise Fucking Jonas was not helping. SIR knew what she was doing, always asking Jensen how he was doing and if he’d like something to drink. SIR knew he’d trained Jensen well, but it was human nature to look for the next best thing and he knew that Jensen thought of Denise Jonas and her liberal little family as the proverbial promised land. He saw it in the way Jensen’s gaze hardened whenever he came into contact with them, trying to hide his longing to be there getting pampered and loved. Well, SIR loved Jensen. Loved his body, loved the way he killed with no remorse, loved that he was always hungry for SIR’s cock. That was the only kind of love Jensen needed or deserved.
SIR had been trying to erase Jensen’s fantasies of a better life by keeping him hard at work training other AXs, if you could call what they did training. There was none of that pussy ass psycho babble bullshit that Denise was into. All you needed to train an AX was a good whip and a strong hand. When they fucked up you made them pay, plain and simple. Jensen had been working the AX trainees over good lately. He put one guy in a coma and another had to have his entire back stitched up. It made SIR proud, still SIR had the feeling Jensen was going to make a break for freedom and it was all because of Denise Jonas and her perfect little family. But he had a cure for that little bitch. He and President Vanderwoodsen were well aware of Denise’s liberal stance…and not so squeaky clean past. That bitch was going down, it was only a matter of time and planning.
~*~
Jensen seethed in the back of SIR’s SUV. Fucking sick bastard. The one thing he wanted, the one fucking thing, and the fucker was dangling it in front of Jensen’s face like a fucking chew toy. SIR was using Joe to control Jensen more. He knew if Jensen stayed in line and was a good boy he’d send him over to the house to play with Joe. It was a smart thing to do. Taking someone naturally dominant like Jensen and giving them SIR was cruel. He needed an outlet and for almost a year Joe had been that outlet. Jensen remembered when Joe had come in to be retrained at the Buffalo facility. The facility in Rochester was a play ground compared to Buffalo. Rochester felt strange to Jensen. There were no meat hooks or torture chambers...no drying blood or fingernails left in the wall from scratching.
President Vanderwoodsen’s sniveling little aid Chuck Bass had turned Joe in. Apparently Joe got tired of Chuck and Blair’s sick little sex games and lashed out one night when they got a trifle too rough. Rumor had it that the little shit had gone crazy on Blair and socked her in the fucking eye. Jensen loved Joe for that alone. That was one demented bitch and Chuck Bass just encouraged the twisted shit she did.
The minute Jensen laid eyes on Joe he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him. He’d break that boy no matter what. It had been agony and ectasy working on Joe. It was fucked up, the beatings and the rough sex, but it was the only way. Joe had to learn. He had to know that in order to survive he had to submit. SIR had taught him that. He’d been just like Joe, arrogant and undisciplined, but SIR had taken him and molded him into the perfect AX. Giving Joe what SIR had given him made Jensen feel like he had a purpose, like he was doing his own part in continuing the reconstruction of American society. It had been such a blow when Jensen found out Joseph was being sent to live with some other family, and as a fucking birthday present no less. Jensen had been furious when Joe left and vowed to personally blind the person the took Joe away from him.
Lately though, Jensen was beginning to pull apart at the seams. He wanted. He wanted things for himself, wanted control, wanted to be the dominant one. He wanted Joe, not to play with every once and awhile but for forever and he was going to get him. He’d be damned if he lost the one thing that he felt truly belonged to him and only him.
Jensen was caught up in his fantasies of owning Joe again when SIR called his name.
“Yes master?”
SIR cleared his throat. “I just had an idea Jenny. It seems Governor Jonas still thinks that Axs are valued living things with feelings. I want you to pay that little Singer girl and her AX a visit later on tonight. Maybe if a “rogue AX” fiddles with one of her kid’s friends she’ll change her mind about how they should be trained.” SIR smiled and Jensen felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. “Oh, and Jenny, I want it to be messy. Rumor has it the little bitch hasn’t had her cherry popped yet. I think it’s about time she did. Do a good job and I’ll make sure you get a little alone time with that little slut of yours.” Jensen groaned at the thought of having just 10 minutes with Joe. He didn’t know how he felt about taking Demi’s virginity…and her AX Steven wasn’t going to just lay down and let him do it either. It had to be done. He had to have Joe and Governor Jonas had to learn that AXs like him didn’t deserve rights, that they need guidance and a strong hand or they’d never be good for anything. Being with SIR had given Jensen a purpose and Jensen wasn’t going to let this opportunity to shine pass him by.
~*~
Kevin was still red faced and pissed as he sped down the street toward the doctor’s office. Fuck SIR and that fucking robot he called an AX. Ever since his mother became Governor three years ago, SIR had been dropping by their house more and more frequently until it seemed like every other day he was there smiling that greasy smile and making condescending remarks to Kevin. So what if he did hair for a living? Kevin didn’t just cut hair, he owned his own business. He employed over 15 people and helped revitalize an area that was all but lost after the fall out. It had taken two years and a lot of hard work but Kevin reached his goal and he really had Zac to thank for a lot of his success.
Kevin was not the most popular kid in his class. He was kind of a nerd with glasses and a horrible set of gleaming metallic braces. On his 14th birthday he asked his parents if he could apply for an AX from the old country. His self esteem was so low that he figured any AX from the new US would hate him on sight and probably be hard to control. Never in a million years did he think he would ever get someone like Zac. He could still remember the day they picked Zac up from the Auxiliary Affairs office four months after his 14th birthday. Demi’s uncle Bobby Singer delivered Zac personally. Even with his softer baby face Zac had been gorgeous. His sea blue eyes seemed to glow as he greeted Kevin.
“Hello, master. My Name is Zac and I’m very pleased to be here. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
Kevin had stuttered and blushed at Zac’s statements. How could something so beautiful and perfect ever disappoint him? That night Kevin had been so nervous touching Zac for the first time. They’d explored each other’s bodies all night long, hot and eager with young lust. Kevin found it so natural to talk to Zac, who was so open and eager to hear and know everything about Kevin. It was so easy to fall in love with Zac, but that worried Kevin the most. Did Zac love him back or was he just fulfilling his duties as an AX?
They’d been together for a year when one day after a particularly enthusiastic round of love making Kevin softly whispered, “Zac…I…I love you…so much…” Zac slipped from the bed to his knees and began to weep. Kevin was shocked. What had he done wrong? Kevin slid to the floor to comfort Zac who was sobbing by now.
“I never imagined this could happen. They train us not to expect much,” Zac whispered. “Just to expect water, food, and shelter, but never all of this. Not all of these emotions and feelings. All I wanted was a master that wouldn’t beat or rape me or turn me into a prostitute. I never thought I would fall in love with my master and I definitely never thought that he would love me back.”
The admissions of love for one another only bolstered their confidence. Kevin realized that he was desirable and could lead and contribute to society as more than just another rich government official's son and Zac understood that he was worthy and deserving of love, AX or not. Together Kevin and Zac were unstoppable and their love only made them that much stronger.
Kevin walked into the doctor’s office and gave them Zac’s ID card and his own form of ID. Lately mysterious persons had been coming to pick up AXs and they were never heard from again. The nurse called Zac’s serial number (which Kevin hated. Zac was a human being, not a package he was picking up from the post office) and Zac came through the door into the waiting room. Kevin immediately slid his arms around Zac’s neck and fused their mouths together. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since they’d last made love, and Kevin was eager to rejoin them again. Zac had always been very sensitive to the weather and when a freak cold snap moved through New York, it wreaked havoc on Zac’s fragile system. Kevin groaned as Zac slid his tongue into Kevin’s mouth. They stayed that way for what seemed like forever, slick hot tongues sliding over each other adding fuel to a starving fire. They would have kissed more if the nurse behind the desk hadn't made a not so subtle cough.
“Umm…Mr. Jonas? I need for you to sign some papers before you go. Oh, and your AX has an appointment again in one week and a prescription for an inhaler if he has any other problems breathing.”
Kevin quickly scribbled his name down on the necessary paper work and practically dragged Zac out the door.
“So what do you feel like eating, since the doctor has given you a clean bill of health?” Kevin asked and kissed Zac on the hand.
“I want a burger. I want fries and cheese and grease, man. It seems like I haven’t had real food in forever. How about that little place downtown? They have awesome milk shakes too.”
Kevin chuckled. Zac might have been a pretty boy, but he ate like a horse…and was hung like one too. Kevin’s skin immediately heated at the thought. The old brown leather collar Kevin had gotten Zac for their five year anniversary looked gorgeous against his tan skin. Kevin couldn’t wait to get home and have Zac sink into him, he’d felt empty since Zac had fallen ill and he was aching to be filled.
Zac smirked and smacked Kevin on the thigh. “Mind out of the gutter, Jonas. I’d don’t want you to wreck this car after I just left the doctor’s office. Besides, this car too expensive to wreck and I don’t feel like dealing with any of SIR’s goons.”
Kevin immediately frowned. “Don’t get me started on SIR. The fucker showed up at Nick's birthday party today.”
Zac groaned. “What is happened this time?”
Kevin shook his head. “I’ll tell you later. Let’s enjoy the day…and hopefully when we get home you can show me just how well you are.”
~*~
Kevin rushed in the door to the Jonas Mansion. Zac’s mouth was bound to his. Their mouths still tasted like the strawberry milkshakes they shared just minutes ago. Zac groaned as he felt the hard column of Kevin’s erection dig into his hip. His hip bucked forward at the contact. He was so hot and ready for it his head was spinning. Suddenly, just as Zac was sure he’d faint from the sensation of Kevin dry humping him in the foyer. Kevin stepped back. Zac went to grab him again, but Kevin held up a hand.
“On your knees, Zachary.” Kevin reached into his back pocket and pulled out a long platinum chain. Zac sank to his knees and Kevin attached the chain to the worn collar on Zac’s neck. Zac’s mind went straight into AX mode. Nothing mattered but pleasing Kevin at this point. Kevin pulled the chain forward and pressed his crotch to Zac’s face. “I want you to suck me Zac. Make my dick good and wet baby, that’s all the lube you’re getting.” Zac’s cock jumped at the thought of Kevin entering him with so little lubrication. He craved the ache and the burn of Kevin’s hot dick.
Zac nosed the flap over Kevin’s fly apart and grabbed the zipper with his teeth to slowly pull it down over the bulge of Kevin's dick. Zac could practically smell the heady sent of Kevin’s maleness. He made quick work of the button with his teeth and pulled the too tight jeans down Kevin’s thighs. He growled when he realized Kevin was wearing briefs. “Damn you for wearing the fucking Calvin's, Kevin. Would it kill you to wear boxers for once?” Kevin chuckled and drew his cloth covered erection down the side of Zac’s face. “I have to make you work for the goodies, baby.”
Zac grabbed the briefs and jerked them down and Kevin’s hard cock sprang free, standing at full attention almost parallel with Kevin's stomach. The tip of his cock was already wet with precome as Zac’s hot eager mouth sang over it. Kevin went weak in the knees as he finally got Zac’s mouth around his dick. “God Zac…I…just don’t stop…so fucking hot.” Zac went to work on Kevin’s cock. He swirled his tongue around the head as he bobbed along Kevin’s length. It was exquisite torture and Kevin wasn’t going to last long. “Zac…Zac STOP!” Zac suddenly fell back, lips wet and fucked out, pupils dialated with lust.
“Get up,” Kevin growled. Zac immediately stood and Kevin slammed him hard against the wall of the entry way. He quickly unbuckled Zac’s pants and roughly yanked them down, boxers and all. “Such a hot little fuck,” Kevin mumbled as he sank to his knees behind Zac. Zac trembled as he felt Kevin’s warm breath ghost over the backs of his thighs. Kevin slowly licked his tongue up Zac’s right thigh and then up over the crease under his right buttock until… “AH, Kevin! Oh God Kevin!” Kevin nipped at Zac’s ass and gave him a hard smack. “Quiet. Let me work, bitch.” Kevin gave Zac’s hole a tongue bath, licking and making hot opened mouthed kisses all over his ass until Zac could barely stand. Finally, when he thought Zac might pass out from the sensation, Kevin stood and shuffled forward until every last inch of his 8 hard inches were pressed along the wet crack of Zac’s ass.
“Kevin we can’t...not here. Your parents…your brother.” Kevin surged forward sliding along Zac’s ass. “Fuck it, let 'em watch. Maybe I can teach Nick and dear old Dad a thing or two.” Kevin yanked on the chain attached to Zac’s neck as the blunt head of his dick began to inch into Zac’s hot tight passage. “God Kevin,” Zac choked out. Kevin yanked on the chain harder and slid all the way in. “Gonna break you good, Zac. I think you forgot what daddy’s cock feels like.” Zac’s only response was a whimper as Kevin began to trust into him. The burn was there, but the pleasure was so overwhelming the Zac could hardly tell there was any discomfort at all. Kevin picked up speed and the only that could be heard in the foyer was grunting, whimpering and the slap of skin on skin.
“Oh God Zac I…I think,” was all Kevin could get out.
“Me too baby, just don’t stop fucking me. Don’t ever stop fucking me, daddy.” The words drive Kevin over the edge and he pushed as far as he could into Zac’s ass as he jetted out rope after rope of hot sticky cum inside of his lover. Zac clenched around Kevin’s dick and came with no help at the feeling of Kevin’s hot load scorching his insides.
They slid to the floor in a heap of sweat soaked limbs and sticky skin, fucked out and not giving a damn. Kevin nuzzled the back of Zac’s neck and whispered to him how much he loved him when they heard something slam against the fridge in the kitchen and a groan.
Zac sat up confused, but too exahausted from sex to actually see what happened. “What the hell was that?” Kevin chuckled and yanked Zac back down by his chain. “Sounds like my little brother is taking his AX for a test drive. Now get back down here. I need my cuddles.”