To Punish & Deter [1/]
Jared kept his eyes lowered as the ones ahead of him came to a stop after the nearly hour-long trek through the heavy underbrush of the Ackles’ pack-lands. The coarse hemp-rope bit into the tender skin of his wrists but the pain of that was nothing compared to what else had been done to him in the last fortnight. ... By now the young Were had lost will to live and simply hoped that the humans who held him captive would allow him the peace of a quick death.
The pale-green cotton shirt was sweat-soaked and he didn’t want to consider the condition of the drawstring pants (that stopped well above his feet) he’d been allowed to wear as a special concession for this journey. His bare feet were cut up from the long walk and caked in mud from the morning’s rain. Lost in his thoughts, he jumped when the guard pushed him forward, stumbling and nearly falling; but a cruel hand fisted his shoulder-length hair and kept him upright. He was vaguely aware of his name being announced and details given, but he didn’t want to know what fresh hell he was entering and kept his gaze focussed on the grass around his feet.
He let out a pained whimper when the fingers rewound themselves in his hair to jerk his head up, but didn’t fight it- the fighter in him broken days ago.
“He’s bleeding!”
Jared did glance up at that, watching passively as one of the wolves- an alpha from what he could scent- approached rapidly.
“Bitch must’ve popped his stitches.” The guard flanking him glanced at his trousers and shrugged carelessly, “But I don’t see anything,”
“I meant his feet,” The man told the guard shortly.
The guard rolled his eyes.
The alpha’s eyes narrowed dangerously but the wolf didn’t engage the human, extending one hand and carefully pulling Jared forward. The guard glared but didn’t say anything, wordlessly extending the clipboard for the man- the Alpha, to sign.
Jared allowed himself to be lead inside by the Wolf- his new owner/custodian (he was no longer sure of the difference between the two) and repressed a whimper when the man closed the door behind them. ... Look on the bright side, he ordered himself, at least there will be no observers this time...
The man gestured towards the bed as he moved towards a cupboard, “Sit.”
Jared couldn’t stop his low keen of distress at the order- it was uncomfortable, but not unbearable to stay upright... but if he had to put weight-
“What’s your name?”
He swallowed a few times before managing an answer, “Ja- Jared, Sir.”
“Okay, good. I’m Jensen. ... I promise you’re safe here. Now, if you just sit down, I can take care of your feet-”
“P-p-please.” He stuttered, stepping away from the reaching hands.
The Alpha frowned, “What’s wrong?”
Jared just clenched his eyes shut as tears streamed down his dirty cheeks, making crooked white tracks on sallow skin.
“Oh, Sweetheart.” The man whispered at the heartbreaking sight, stepping forward to gather the trembling body into his arms, “Sshhh... it’s okay. I’ve got you now, alright? You’re safe...”
He nodded his understanding even as tears continued to leak from his eyes.
“Will you trust me? Please?”
Jared nodded reluctantly, having learnt in the past fortnight that trust was all too easily broken and those tasked with protecting him- protecting them- were often the ones to fear the most. He choked when he felt Jensen’s fingers at the drawstring of his pants, closing his eyes in resignation as he felt them come undone. He knew this had been too good to be true...
“Sshhh...”
Jared pursed his lips and nodded miserably, determined to stay as silent as possible and prove that he could be relied on to follow orders- that he didn’t need further correction.
“Oh. My. God.” The alpha murmured and Jared cautiously opened his eyes to see what had caused the reaction. He watched the man- the Wolf- take in the thick bandage between his legs and the purpling finger-shaped marks around his bony hips and struggled to remain still and not cover himself as he desperately wanted to. He was guided to turn and he did, lowering his head in shame, now that the alpha could see the extent of his debasement.
“I’ll kill them. Those bastards!” The man whispered furiously, but his hands stayed more-or-less gentle as he carefully eased out the plug sealing Jared’s rear. He tried to clench his abused sphincter but hours of wearing the plug had loosened the muscles and he felt himself flush as sticky fluid trickled from the now lax hole.
“They raped you?!”
Jared stayed silent. The guards had said it was a glimpse of what his future job held; telling this Wolf that was more than he was capable of at the moment.
“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. So sorry for everything you went through...” The Alpha whispered as he pulled him in again, apparently not as grossed out by his ruined body as Jared himself was.
“Sshhhh..” The man murmured, “You’re safe.”
Jared blinked at that- apparently he’d been making soft whimpering noises. He blushed.
“I have a good idea of what they must’ve done, but I need to check under those bandages, Sweetheart. May I?”
Jared couldn’t meet those green eyes as he nodded. He was guided to the bed with a gentle hand on his shoulder and laid out on his back, knees bent and dirty feet planted firmly on the pristine powder-blue covers as Jensen hovered between them.
The alpha let out a stifled gasp at the sight of the neat stitches in the now empty space where his testicles had resided, the skin still pink and tender to touch, but healing.
Jared closed his eyes, ignoring the barely audible ‘I’m sorry’.
He felt the man draw back once the healing salve was applied, but jerked at an accidental touch on his inner thigh. His reaction didn’t go un-noticed and then the wolf let out a wordless growl as he spotted the two blisters from where stray sparks from the welding torch had touched his skin.
“They-?” The Alpha demanded.
Jared clenched his eyes shut at the shame of it, but nodded mutely- yes, the knot-ring had been welded to make it permanent. Careful fingers smeared salve and covered the region in fresh bandages.
The Alpha turned his attention to his feet next, cleaning them with a damp wash-cloth and applying the salve where necessary. Once finished, the alpha simply came to sit next to his head, stroking his hair silently and scratching absently at his scalp. It was the first non-painful touch in two weeks and Jared found himself falling asleep to that gentle contact faster than he had thought possible.
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