In the coils of a snake_3
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“Gardening!” The Alpha hooted in delight, then quirked a finger at him. When Jared failed to move, Olson pushed him forward, making him stumble forward straight into the Alpha’s arms. He winced when he was unceremoniously lowered on his stomach across the table, the alpha stepping up between his legs. He felt himself go crimson when he was spread ‘down-there’ and the alpha chuckled at the sight of the itchy-swollen- weals that criss-crossed the tender region. He braced himself for some pinching or simple touching of the abused skin and couldn’t stop his surprised yelp as he was flipped onto his back instead. His eyes zeroed in on clear green almost instantly and he felt his breathing speed up as the other alpha leaned over him, stealing a chaste kiss and twining their fingers together.
“You can’t tell me that sharing my bed’s worse than this, Jared...”
Jared turned his head away so that he didn’t have to look into those deceptively gentle eyes.
“Oh, Sweetheart... this was just gardening... Imagine how much worse it’s going to get once my men get started on you for real... You’re sure you don’t want to revise your opinion on my offer?” The alpha cajoled.
Jared just reared his head back as much as he could in his given position and spat at the alpha. If he had expected violence and anger at his reaction, he was sorely disappointed because all Jensen did was let out a throaty roar of laughter as he wiped the spit from his cheek with his forefinger and pushed the slick digit into Jared’s mouth, forcing him to suck it clean or choke on it as he petted the cop’s sweaty hair, “Oooh...you’re a feisty one, aren’t you? I like that. ... I really like that, Darlin’... We’re gonna have so much fun!”
Jared spent the rest of the day suspended from a hook in one corner of the study. There was a table on his right, barely in his field of vision and Jared felt his breath hitch as a tawse was laid out on it. A few minutes later something green joined the tawse and Jared craned his neck as much as he could to see what the implement was; horror freezing his veins as he realized that it was the ‘broom’ they had made from the nettles Jared had collected in the morning. The lower branches had been trimmed and enough tape wrapped around the base to form a smooth harmless handle for the one wielding it, while causing agony for the victim. Too busy watching the hand-made torture device, Jared failed to notice two alphas step up behind him, adjusting the chains drawing his arms overhead till Jared was balancing on tip-toes. His arms were going to give out soon, he knew; forcing him to dangle like a helpless puppet and willed himself to hold on and not provide more ‘entertainment’ for Ackles and his men. He watched, like a prey in the eyes of a predator as one of the men tightening his chains snapped on latex gloves and began rolling a couple of the larger leaves from the discarded nettle branches into a cylindrical shape; it weirdly reminded him of a cigarette. When the man behind him suddenly grabbed his legs and began forcing them apart, Jared renewed his struggles even knowing they were futile. His legs were raised and body twisted so that he was presenting his abused hole to the man who had been rolling the nettle into a joint and Jared couldn’t stop his terrified attempts to get away when it became evident just where that nettle cylinder was going to end up. Unfortunately, his struggles didn’t mean anything when the green joint was jammed up his arse unceremoniously. They left him alone for awhile after that, content to watch him dance in his futile attempts to dislodge his anal intruder and laughing at the way his muscles flexed and twitched at the irritant.
Facing the dull walls with nothing to take his mind of the awful itching, Jared was unaware of the passage of time. It could have been hours or minutes before he heard footsteps behind him. Praying with everything in him for the stranger to remove his herbal anal-plug, Jared missed the man picking up the tawse. He howled at the first hit, losing his feet and dangling helplessly from his chains; struggling to not bawl like a child as loud laughter greeted his reaction. The rest of the strokes, though no less painful; were easier to endure because he was prepared for them. In the end he just hung limply, muscles twitching from pain and exhaustion.
Jared didn’t know how long they left him like that, facing the wall and dangling from a chain as anybody and everybody was given the option of whipping him either with the tawse or the nettle-broom. The voices quietened as less and less people came with the waning day and eventually it was all silent. He tried to look behind himself to check whether the room was empty but the slightest of movements ignited his flayed back, leaving him gasping for breath and whimpering from effort. He had lost all feeling in his arm hours ago and his voice had been reduced to a hoarse grunt by the time someone came to take him down from the chain.
He was led back to the same door-less bathroom from the morning to do his business, but the limited water consumption made even that basic bodily function a painful affair. Once he was done, they took him to a neighbouring stall, this one without the toilet bowl, but equipped with a hose. The nettle-plug was brutally yanked out, drawing a scream from his abused throat and then is knees were kicked out from under him. The second he hit the floor, someone aimed the hose at him, drenching him in ice-cold water. He struggled to escape the forceful torrent, but they moved the hose in whichever direction he tried to escape in and ultimately he gave up; staying on his hands and knees as he was thoroughly washed without anyone laying a hand on him. No towels were offered but he was ordered to shake off as much water as he could. Moving his stiff and cramping muscles was a new torture but he did the best he could under the circumstances, not keen on staying wet longer than necessary. Anticipating some new punishment, he was pleasantly surprised when he was led back into Ackles’ room.
The Alpha was in bed, reading a paper-back when he arrived and a part of Jared wanted to surrender to the deceptively gentle looking man, even as the rest of him wanted to cringe away from what he knew the man expected from him.
So, despite the goose-bumps arising on his flesh as the wet skin came into contact with the air-conditioner chilled air of the room; it was almost a relief when he was led to the foot of the bed and his hands cuffed in front of him. A thick leather collar reinforced with slender steel links running artfully through its centre was fastened on and leashed to a chain welded into the frame of the bed itself. The leash wasn’t long enough for him to move away or even stand, but it was enough for him to lie down on his side. When nothing happened for long minutes after his handlers left, Jared gave in to his exhaustion and curled up on his side.
He stiffened when he felt a finger tracing the dip alone his spine, breathing getting harsh and ragged instantly.
“Sshhh... it’s just me,” Ackles’ sinful whiskey and gravel voice murmured.
Jared bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he struggled to keep in the whimper.
“On your front, c’mon...” The hands shoved lightly.
Jared rolled into the demanded position, praying that the other alpha wasn’t actually going to go back on his word. It was somewhat awkward with his bound hands but he managed it eventually. He twitched when something cool landed on the abraded skin of his back, but was too weary to react more than that.
“How was this better? Easier?” The alpha demanded softly, as he continued to rub the soothing gel into the welts littering his body.
Jared just sighed and relaxed into the first non-painful touch he had experienced in the day. He must’ve been more exhausted than he’d imagined because the next thing he was aware of, was a dark room and someone’s deep, relaxed breathing. ... His back felt better and even the insistent throb in his swollen and ruined hole had gone down to a manageable level... He let out a relieved sigh and closed his eyes again.
Jared found himself woken to the sound of the door opening for his second day with Ackles as well. The only difference was, unlike last time, this time he was physically exhausted to match his mental state and wanted nothing more than to be granted a few more hours of rest. He was still blinking away sleep when gun-callused hands gripped him from under his arms and hauled him to his feet. He struggled reflexively, but worn as he was after the previous day; his resistance was futile. He glanced at the bed to find Jensen watching the scene impassively.
“Jensen...” The call escaped his lips unbidden.
The alpha raised a hand and the men holding him up immediately relaxed their grip. Jared watched as the man pushed off his blankets and grabbed at the dressing gown neatly folded on the nightstand, tying a knot on its silken ties as he approached Jared.
“Changed your mind about my offer?” His voice was soft, a seductive whisper that promised sin as green eyes bored into his.
“N-no,” He rasped, throat dry just from watching the strange seduction: Jensen might have been an alpha, but Jared was a pure red-blooded male himself and the promise of temptation, no matter how impossible; was still alluring.
The green eyes seemed to brighten with pleasure at his refusal. “Then I wish you luck,” The Alpha murmured, stretching up on his toes to brush a close-mouthed kiss against Jared’s lips before sauntering away.
He was immediately dragged out and suspended from a ceiling hook in one of the sprawling house’s rooms. The rest of day continued much as his previous afternoon with people coming in to whip or cane or paddle him as their fancy struck. Sometime near midday, someone fed him five pieces of sugar-free whole-wheat nutritional cookies and a glass of water before the punishment continued. By evening he was reduced to sobs, not that anyone had mercy on him; and by the time night came and he was pulled off the chains, Jared had, once again screamed himself hoarse.
Once more Jensen cleaned his wounds and slathered medicated salve over his abused skin before leaving him -still chained and cuffed like the previous night- at the foot of his bed.
The next morning saw a repeat of the previous day. As did the next day... On the fourth night, when Jared was chained to the foot of the bed again; Jensen was not in his room as was the norm. He waited for the alpha to return home and come with the healing salve as he had for the past three nights- and if he dared to admit it to himself, he had begun to almost look forward to those few minutes of quiet peace; but though he waited for the whole night, Jensen didn’t come.
The next day he was not taken to his usual room for torture; instead, he was led down a long flight of stairs down into the bowels of the house and thrust inside a tiny concrete room whose dimensions couldn’t have been more than five-feet by five feet and the door slammed behind him. He had wondered why they were using torches instead of normal lights and now, sitting in the pitch black bare concrete cell where he couldn’t even stretch out comfortably, the reason was blindingly obvious. He inspected the cell by touch and apart from the small circular grate in the far corner and the thick reinforced steel door he’d entered from, the room was pure concrete.
He stayed alert for a few minutes, wondering what was supposed to be his next torture, but then nothing happened for long minutes and bit by bit he began to relax. He jerked awake, unaware of when he had dozed off or how long he had slept... The room felt cold against his bare skin and he was hungry. Disoriented by the all-encompassing darkness, he tried listening for ... well anything, but there was no sound either. It was as though he had fallen off the face of the earth itself. Forcing himself to focus on the brighter side: at least he wasn’t getting beaten every few minutes, he tried to relax, aware that someone would be coming for him soon.
No one came.
He went through two more cycles of sleep and mind-numbing boredom before there was a creaking sound and a pale sliver of rectangular light lit up a tiny portion of the floor. Jared moved back from the light on instinct, but then four slices of bread were tossed in, followed by four half-litre plastic pouches of water. And the small opening clanged shut again.
Jared grabbed for the water first, tearing the pack open with his teeth and downing the first packet in one go. Satisfied to have at least his thirst quenched, he reached for the bread next- there may not have been a plate, but discovering that the thick slices were buttered and still slightly warm from being toasted felt like he’d been granted a little slice of heaven itself. Belly finally full, he slipped into peaceful slumber for the first time since he’d been ‘gifted’ to Ackles.
He’d hoped to get an idea about the passage of time from the delivery of his meals, but his plans were thwarted there as well: sometimes he got the (now standard) four buttered slices of toast and two litres of water before he’d finished the last of the previous delivery’s water and sometimes he went through four cycles of sleep and wakefulness- hunched over in pain from the hunger pangs assailing him; by the time the food arrived.
Despite the nightmare of using the grate (which he found was actually - thankfully detachable) as his ‘privy’, the absence of physical abuse made his time in the pitch black room into something of a relief. He knew that Ackles hadn’t just left him here, that there had to be a ploy in this, but eventually, lulled by the monotony of his days with nothing to do; Jared began to relax.
Jared scrambled awake at the ear-splittingly loud fog-horn that woke him, opening his eyes reflexively and regretting it instantly as the brilliant floodlights (that should’ve been ideally used to light up a stadium) that lit up every nook and cranny of his tiny cell. It was a shock to his system and Jared found himself cowering on the floor, eyes clenched shut and arms covering his head in an effort to reduce the sound. He didn’t know how long the assault continued, but his heart was still jack-rabbiting even hours after everything had gone dark and silent again. He found himself on guard after the experience, unable to relax the way he had before. His body was exhausted from the constant vigilance, and he began to question if he would ever actually see the light of the day again.
And despite everything, he was still unprepared when the door finally clanged open, a powerful stream of water hitting him almost instantly. He could do nothing but whimper as they hosed him down, cleaning away the sweat and grime and other unmentionables that the days of isolation had left on his skin.
He found himself disoriented and weak when they led him back up to the main house, his cheeks heating in shame as he was ushered in - still naked and wet -in a room full of fully dressed -and possibly armed- alphas. Jensen glanced up at his arrival and pushed his chair slightly away from the table, patting at his lap; Jared’s handler’s had no trouble reading the unspoken command and shoved him towards the other alpha... which was how he found himself completely naked, sitting in Jensen Ackles’ lap and staring at the computer-screen before him in undisguised horror.
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“Gardening!” The Alpha hooted in delight, then quirked a finger at him. When Jared failed to move, Olson pushed him forward, making him stumble forward straight into the Alpha’s arms. He winced when he was unceremoniously lowered on his stomach across the table, the alpha stepping up between his legs. He felt himself go crimson when he was spread ‘down-there’ and the alpha chuckled at the sight of the itchy-swollen- weals that criss-crossed the tender region. He braced himself for some pinching or simple touching of the abused skin and couldn’t stop his surprised yelp as he was flipped onto his back instead. His eyes zeroed in on clear green almost instantly and he felt his breathing speed up as the other alpha leaned over him, stealing a chaste kiss and twining their fingers together.
“You can’t tell me that sharing my bed’s worse than this, Jared...”
Jared turned his head away so that he didn’t have to look into those deceptively gentle eyes.
“Oh, Sweetheart... this was just gardening... Imagine how much worse it’s going to get once my men get started on you for real... You’re sure you don’t want to revise your opinion on my offer?” The alpha cajoled.
Jared just reared his head back as much as he could in his given position and spat at the alpha. If he had expected violence and anger at his reaction, he was sorely disappointed because all Jensen did was let out a throaty roar of laughter as he wiped the spit from his cheek with his forefinger and pushed the slick digit into Jared’s mouth, forcing him to suck it clean or choke on it as he petted the cop’s sweaty hair, “Oooh...you’re a feisty one, aren’t you? I like that. ... I really like that, Darlin’... We’re gonna have so much fun!”
Jared spent the rest of the day suspended from a hook in one corner of the study. There was a table on his right, barely in his field of vision and Jared felt his breath hitch as a tawse was laid out on it. A few minutes later something green joined the tawse and Jared craned his neck as much as he could to see what the implement was; horror freezing his veins as he realized that it was the ‘broom’ they had made from the nettles Jared had collected in the morning. The lower branches had been trimmed and enough tape wrapped around the base to form a smooth harmless handle for the one wielding it, while causing agony for the victim. Too busy watching the hand-made torture device, Jared failed to notice two alphas step up behind him, adjusting the chains drawing his arms overhead till Jared was balancing on tip-toes. His arms were going to give out soon, he knew; forcing him to dangle like a helpless puppet and willed himself to hold on and not provide more ‘entertainment’ for Ackles and his men. He watched, like a prey in the eyes of a predator as one of the men tightening his chains snapped on latex gloves and began rolling a couple of the larger leaves from the discarded nettle branches into a cylindrical shape; it weirdly reminded him of a cigarette. When the man behind him suddenly grabbed his legs and began forcing them apart, Jared renewed his struggles even knowing they were futile. His legs were raised and body twisted so that he was presenting his abused hole to the man who had been rolling the nettle into a joint and Jared couldn’t stop his terrified attempts to get away when it became evident just where that nettle cylinder was going to end up. Unfortunately, his struggles didn’t mean anything when the green joint was jammed up his arse unceremoniously. They left him alone for awhile after that, content to watch him dance in his futile attempts to dislodge his anal intruder and laughing at the way his muscles flexed and twitched at the irritant.
Facing the dull walls with nothing to take his mind of the awful itching, Jared was unaware of the passage of time. It could have been hours or minutes before he heard footsteps behind him. Praying with everything in him for the stranger to remove his herbal anal-plug, Jared missed the man picking up the tawse. He howled at the first hit, losing his feet and dangling helplessly from his chains; struggling to not bawl like a child as loud laughter greeted his reaction. The rest of the strokes, though no less painful; were easier to endure because he was prepared for them. In the end he just hung limply, muscles twitching from pain and exhaustion.
Jared didn’t know how long they left him like that, facing the wall and dangling from a chain as anybody and everybody was given the option of whipping him either with the tawse or the nettle-broom. The voices quietened as less and less people came with the waning day and eventually it was all silent. He tried to look behind himself to check whether the room was empty but the slightest of movements ignited his flayed back, leaving him gasping for breath and whimpering from effort. He had lost all feeling in his arm hours ago and his voice had been reduced to a hoarse grunt by the time someone came to take him down from the chain.
He was led back to the same door-less bathroom from the morning to do his business, but the limited water consumption made even that basic bodily function a painful affair. Once he was done, they took him to a neighbouring stall, this one without the toilet bowl, but equipped with a hose. The nettle-plug was brutally yanked out, drawing a scream from his abused throat and then is knees were kicked out from under him. The second he hit the floor, someone aimed the hose at him, drenching him in ice-cold water. He struggled to escape the forceful torrent, but they moved the hose in whichever direction he tried to escape in and ultimately he gave up; staying on his hands and knees as he was thoroughly washed without anyone laying a hand on him. No towels were offered but he was ordered to shake off as much water as he could. Moving his stiff and cramping muscles was a new torture but he did the best he could under the circumstances, not keen on staying wet longer than necessary. Anticipating some new punishment, he was pleasantly surprised when he was led back into Ackles’ room.
The Alpha was in bed, reading a paper-back when he arrived and a part of Jared wanted to surrender to the deceptively gentle looking man, even as the rest of him wanted to cringe away from what he knew the man expected from him.
So, despite the goose-bumps arising on his flesh as the wet skin came into contact with the air-conditioner chilled air of the room; it was almost a relief when he was led to the foot of the bed and his hands cuffed in front of him. A thick leather collar reinforced with slender steel links running artfully through its centre was fastened on and leashed to a chain welded into the frame of the bed itself. The leash wasn’t long enough for him to move away or even stand, but it was enough for him to lie down on his side. When nothing happened for long minutes after his handlers left, Jared gave in to his exhaustion and curled up on his side.
He stiffened when he felt a finger tracing the dip alone his spine, breathing getting harsh and ragged instantly.
“Sshhh... it’s just me,” Ackles’ sinful whiskey and gravel voice murmured.
Jared bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he struggled to keep in the whimper.
“On your front, c’mon...” The hands shoved lightly.
Jared rolled into the demanded position, praying that the other alpha wasn’t actually going to go back on his word. It was somewhat awkward with his bound hands but he managed it eventually. He twitched when something cool landed on the abraded skin of his back, but was too weary to react more than that.
“How was this better? Easier?” The alpha demanded softly, as he continued to rub the soothing gel into the welts littering his body.
Jared just sighed and relaxed into the first non-painful touch he had experienced in the day. He must’ve been more exhausted than he’d imagined because the next thing he was aware of, was a dark room and someone’s deep, relaxed breathing. ... His back felt better and even the insistent throb in his swollen and ruined hole had gone down to a manageable level... He let out a relieved sigh and closed his eyes again.
Jared found himself woken to the sound of the door opening for his second day with Ackles as well. The only difference was, unlike last time, this time he was physically exhausted to match his mental state and wanted nothing more than to be granted a few more hours of rest. He was still blinking away sleep when gun-callused hands gripped him from under his arms and hauled him to his feet. He struggled reflexively, but worn as he was after the previous day; his resistance was futile. He glanced at the bed to find Jensen watching the scene impassively.
“Jensen...” The call escaped his lips unbidden.
The alpha raised a hand and the men holding him up immediately relaxed their grip. Jared watched as the man pushed off his blankets and grabbed at the dressing gown neatly folded on the nightstand, tying a knot on its silken ties as he approached Jared.
“Changed your mind about my offer?” His voice was soft, a seductive whisper that promised sin as green eyes bored into his.
“N-no,” He rasped, throat dry just from watching the strange seduction: Jensen might have been an alpha, but Jared was a pure red-blooded male himself and the promise of temptation, no matter how impossible; was still alluring.
The green eyes seemed to brighten with pleasure at his refusal. “Then I wish you luck,” The Alpha murmured, stretching up on his toes to brush a close-mouthed kiss against Jared’s lips before sauntering away.
He was immediately dragged out and suspended from a ceiling hook in one of the sprawling house’s rooms. The rest of day continued much as his previous afternoon with people coming in to whip or cane or paddle him as their fancy struck. Sometime near midday, someone fed him five pieces of sugar-free whole-wheat nutritional cookies and a glass of water before the punishment continued. By evening he was reduced to sobs, not that anyone had mercy on him; and by the time night came and he was pulled off the chains, Jared had, once again screamed himself hoarse.
Once more Jensen cleaned his wounds and slathered medicated salve over his abused skin before leaving him -still chained and cuffed like the previous night- at the foot of his bed.
The next morning saw a repeat of the previous day. As did the next day... On the fourth night, when Jared was chained to the foot of the bed again; Jensen was not in his room as was the norm. He waited for the alpha to return home and come with the healing salve as he had for the past three nights- and if he dared to admit it to himself, he had begun to almost look forward to those few minutes of quiet peace; but though he waited for the whole night, Jensen didn’t come.
The next day he was not taken to his usual room for torture; instead, he was led down a long flight of stairs down into the bowels of the house and thrust inside a tiny concrete room whose dimensions couldn’t have been more than five-feet by five feet and the door slammed behind him. He had wondered why they were using torches instead of normal lights and now, sitting in the pitch black bare concrete cell where he couldn’t even stretch out comfortably, the reason was blindingly obvious. He inspected the cell by touch and apart from the small circular grate in the far corner and the thick reinforced steel door he’d entered from, the room was pure concrete.
He stayed alert for a few minutes, wondering what was supposed to be his next torture, but then nothing happened for long minutes and bit by bit he began to relax. He jerked awake, unaware of when he had dozed off or how long he had slept... The room felt cold against his bare skin and he was hungry. Disoriented by the all-encompassing darkness, he tried listening for ... well anything, but there was no sound either. It was as though he had fallen off the face of the earth itself. Forcing himself to focus on the brighter side: at least he wasn’t getting beaten every few minutes, he tried to relax, aware that someone would be coming for him soon.
No one came.
He went through two more cycles of sleep and mind-numbing boredom before there was a creaking sound and a pale sliver of rectangular light lit up a tiny portion of the floor. Jared moved back from the light on instinct, but then four slices of bread were tossed in, followed by four half-litre plastic pouches of water. And the small opening clanged shut again.
Jared grabbed for the water first, tearing the pack open with his teeth and downing the first packet in one go. Satisfied to have at least his thirst quenched, he reached for the bread next- there may not have been a plate, but discovering that the thick slices were buttered and still slightly warm from being toasted felt like he’d been granted a little slice of heaven itself. Belly finally full, he slipped into peaceful slumber for the first time since he’d been ‘gifted’ to Ackles.
He’d hoped to get an idea about the passage of time from the delivery of his meals, but his plans were thwarted there as well: sometimes he got the (now standard) four buttered slices of toast and two litres of water before he’d finished the last of the previous delivery’s water and sometimes he went through four cycles of sleep and wakefulness- hunched over in pain from the hunger pangs assailing him; by the time the food arrived.
Despite the nightmare of using the grate (which he found was actually - thankfully detachable) as his ‘privy’, the absence of physical abuse made his time in the pitch black room into something of a relief. He knew that Ackles hadn’t just left him here, that there had to be a ploy in this, but eventually, lulled by the monotony of his days with nothing to do; Jared began to relax.
Jared scrambled awake at the ear-splittingly loud fog-horn that woke him, opening his eyes reflexively and regretting it instantly as the brilliant floodlights (that should’ve been ideally used to light up a stadium) that lit up every nook and cranny of his tiny cell. It was a shock to his system and Jared found himself cowering on the floor, eyes clenched shut and arms covering his head in an effort to reduce the sound. He didn’t know how long the assault continued, but his heart was still jack-rabbiting even hours after everything had gone dark and silent again. He found himself on guard after the experience, unable to relax the way he had before. His body was exhausted from the constant vigilance, and he began to question if he would ever actually see the light of the day again.
And despite everything, he was still unprepared when the door finally clanged open, a powerful stream of water hitting him almost instantly. He could do nothing but whimper as they hosed him down, cleaning away the sweat and grime and other unmentionables that the days of isolation had left on his skin.
He found himself disoriented and weak when they led him back up to the main house, his cheeks heating in shame as he was ushered in - still naked and wet -in a room full of fully dressed -and possibly armed- alphas. Jensen glanced up at his arrival and pushed his chair slightly away from the table, patting at his lap; Jared’s handler’s had no trouble reading the unspoken command and shoved him towards the other alpha... which was how he found himself completely naked, sitting in Jensen Ackles’ lap and staring at the computer-screen before him in undisguised horror.
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