Title: A Changed Man Writer: mickeym Alternate link: Sequel by arlissThe Measure of a Man Status of work: Complete Characters and/or pairings: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]A/u, Dub-con, extreme body modification. Done for a prompt on blindfold_spn The request was this: Ever since reading blue-soaring s How Deep Claws Can Sink (http://idlehands.ponderosa121.com/how-deep-claws-can-sink/), I've really wanted to see more castration fic. I don't care whether the pairing involved is J2 or Sam/Dean, which guy it happens to, or precisely what you do with the set up. It could be a condition of slavery, a curse, a punishment for criminals - as long as there is an attempt at sex after (whether it's successful like in blue-soaring's fic, or not is also up to you). Length: 4,000 Summary: He just wishes he knew who he is now.
Reccer's notes: I can't say I'm a big fan of castration!fic because I'm not, but I found this story so soulful and well handled it just breaks all the rules. We see Jensen, a strong proud leader, changed. Fundamentally changed and how he deals with this change is both heart breaking and realistic. And the Jared of this story is kind of the biggest surprise, finally achieving what he wanted, it turns out to be his biggest regret. A lovely thoughtful read that doesn't sugar coat what has been done to Jensen. There is also a sequel by arliss speculating on the years after. Please heed warnings though.
[Short excerpt]He kneels on the hard marble floor, determined not to give in to the fear rippling through him.
"We're pleased you've come of your own accord," the Emperor is saying, his voice low-pitched, almost soothing, much as Jensen might speak to a skittish horse. "We understand you wish to petition us?"
Of his own accord. As related to the slaughter of nearly every member of his family. Jensen swallows and nods. "I do, my Lord."
"Then we will hear your petition." Emperor Jared leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on Jensen. It's unnerving, those hazel cats-eyes staring, watching, devouring him. The Emperor waves his hand, long fingers tanned and strong-looking, white teeth flashing when he smiles. "Proceed."
"My Lord Emperor Jared, I wish…wish to offer you tribute, and to ask for peace for my people in exchange."
Emperor Jared leans forward, all traces of a smile gone. "And this tribute?"
Jensen closes his eyes briefly, praying for strength, then opens them and chances a look at Jared. "The tribute…is myself."