Black Valentine 6/? (Jensen/Jared, NC-17)

[lucifersprize]

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Jensen inspected their surroundings with a professional eye and a tourist’s manner. Despite knowing what to expect, the details of the ship still surprised him. Jensen had experienced decadence, but never on the scale of The Black Valentine. The floor adjusted to each being’s weight, so it seemed you were almost floating with each step you took. The climate adjusted perfectly around him, like an air-glove, and the lighting spectrum was specific to each species to be gentle on the senses. Every item on board was designed with a flourish, in precious metals, finest cloth and gemstones. The Black Valentine logo was etched into surfaces and furniture alike, and finished in rose palladium and dusk ruby. In the reception lounge, chairs of all shapes and sizes sported heavy fixing rings and soft cushions or blankets on the floor by their side. Complementary snacks and drinks were offered by sleek robots at every turn. He let go of Jared’s hand as a passing bot hovered by with drinks and he took one, had a sip of pink bubbles in green fog. It had a deceptively bitter and energizing taste. Yeah, he needed that.

He took a glance at Jared and resolved to correct him for the slouch he had adopted. He wished Kane was online because his handler understood the protocol so much better- the right words were important. Jared’s eyes widened as he tracked a mammoth of a person with wild black hair, and curly tusks crossing the room with twin human red-heads on a double-ended leash. The tusked person snorted some sort of command and planted his substantial ass into one of the thickly cushioned lounge chairs. The twins sank to their knees beside him, on the cushions provided, and proceeded to remove his boots and caress his thick and wrinkle-skinned feet with their fingers, hair and tongues. Jared made some sort of sound in his throat, half way between a whimper and a protest and rapidly looked away. He scanned the rest of the room where subs and slaves in an array of costumes or even nude, waited on their Masters, kneeling obediently by their sides.

Jensen was going to remind him to be silent when Jared caught his own mistake, swallowed hard and sank to his knees, now silent at his side as if it were a natural dynamic. Jensen watched him as he studied others in the room and adjusted his pose until he was kneeling elegantly. His brow still glistened with sweat and his hands made white knuckled fists at his sides, but he was making an effort to blend in. The kid was a quick learner and Jensen wondered why it made him feel so proud. He ruffled Jared’s hair and remembered his own part, “Look at you! Such a good boy.”

Jared leaned into him, seeking protection and his hair brushed against Jensen’s leg.

The captain greeted them with a tip of his hat and a handshake. Captain Charles Malik Whitfield was as impressive as his name, a rugged black human in an old fashioned button up jacket and gold rimmed cap. “I do hope your journey was trouble free, Master Ackles. I hear you are in our honeymoon suite. It is a wonderful choice, I know you shall be very comfortable. Your complementary drinks, flowers and fruit have been sourced from Mittial Two which has some of the finest gardens in the galaxy. Please let your cabin assistant know your preferences.”

Jensen acknowledged him with an easy smile and approving noises. “That sounds wonderful, Captain. Can I introduce you to my new partner and submissive, Jared.”

Jared stiffened by his side, no doubt unsure of what to do. He decided to do nothing and looked straight ahead. It was a good choice.

“I found Jared on The Sub Space Partnership Cataloge; farming community, poor crops, parents looking for some stability, you know how it goes.”

The Captain nodded, he did. Travel opens your eyes to such practices.

Jensen continued in a cover story agreed with Kane, close enough to circumstances to ring true, “He was willing and well, I loved the look of him right away. In the few months we have been together he has been somewhat slow to train with my business taking so much of my time. He’s a delight nevertheless and I adore him. I felt it was time for a holiday, perhaps a networking break with an opportunity to improve the boy’s demeanor. The Black Valentine came to mind immediately.” He bent down to kiss the top of Jared's head.

"Well, in that case, we are flattered," the Captain replied. He took a step back and regarded Jared as one would a pack animal. “He is indeed a fine specimen.” He checked their travel holos and visas as he spoke, comparing 3D graphics of Jared and Jensen. Jensen didn’t doubt their integrity, his employers were precise about such things. “And you even wed him?” he asked Jensen conversationally.

“We all have urges but I try not to be a monster. It provided some reassurance to his parents. Financial interests, mergers and competition take up most of my time so I was looking for more than a slave. I believe I have found it. If not…” Jensen shrugged, “I can always get another.”

“True enough,” the Captain agreed, “Well, this all seems to be in order so I shall welcome you aboard and take a moment to remind you that submissives must be appropriately tagged with your ownership at all times and must be accompanied by a responsible Master when they are not within the confines of your suite. Strays will be confiscated by the crew, removed to the common slave hold and may be made available for paid use.” He looked almost regretful, “We are aware that it is a strict policy but such rules ensure the safety of everybody aboard the Black Valentine.” His shoes clicked together as he took his leave of them, “Enjoy your stay Master Ackles. Your cabin assistant shall be with you shortly to show you to your suite.”

***

The honeymoon suite was practically the size of Jared’s family home. When the cabin assistant backed out and closed the door Jared stood up and took a running leap for the gigantic floating bed. It adjusted automatically for his height and he didn’t sink or bounce but sat weightless. “Oh, my god! It’s a gaseous, float-adjust! Do you know how much they cost?” he exclaimed.

He wasn’t expecting, Jensen’s quick reaction.  He was grabbed by his collar, dragged off the bed and tossed to the floor. A flat handed slap stung his cheek. “Get on your knees, Jared, I didn’t give you permission to sit on the bed.”

“But I thought…,"

Jensen’s palm connected to the other side of his face. He drew breath in shock.

“You wait for permission, understand me?”

His excitement faded into pain and anger but he’d made an agreement with this man, this kidnapper, and he knew he wasn’t his friend. He knelt up, dipped his head in submission,“Yessir, I understand.” His words were meek but his body shook in anger.

Jensen’s fingers touched his head and he flinched, but they only stroked his hair. “We need to establish discipline. There is a good reason for it. You will get to relax, in time, then I promise that you can jump on the bed, only you need to always follow my cue, Jared. Tell me that you will do that.”

“I will always wait for your permission, for everything,” Jared said sulkily, to the floor.

“Oh, Jared, you need to do better than that. Cheek will earn you a smacked ass, and you’re already at ten smacks, so bite back your frustration and show some enthusiasm, boy.”

“What!” Jared couldn’t help himself, he looked up at Jensen, fury and hurt churning within him.

Jensen stared back at him. He seemed calm, benign almost. Jared didn’t understand.

“I know you’re angry, Jared. Dial it back and your punishment will stay at ten smacks. Argue and it’s going to increase. There are all sorts of fun toys in this room, don’t make me use them.”

Jared flicked his gaze to the glass cabinet by the side of the bed where he could see paddles, whips and instruments that he didn’t recognize, all embossed with the logo of the Black Valentine and neatly stored. He had seen some of them in the brochure and he didn’t want to make their acquaintance. His head felt fuzzy and the edges of his vision started to go dark.

Jensen knelt beside him in a moment, his hand rubbing comforting circles on his back. It was so confusing. “Breathe with me, Jared. It’s just a bit of panic. You can deal with it. I’m betting your teacher punished you worse when you blew up the Chem lab?”

His heart beat raced. “The cane,” he sniffed. Oh, he hadn’t wanted to cry, “Please don’t use the cane,” he begged.

Jensen held his hand up, wiggled his fingers, “Pants down, over my knee, ten smacks with this hand. Then I promise it will be over and you will always remember to wait for permission to relax.”

It was humiliating but what choice did he have?

“Yessir.”

There was a large armchair in the bedroom, high and big enough for two. Jensen turned and sat on it, his legs splayed wide and tips of his feet steadied on the floor.

“”Well, then, trousers off Jared, and come here.”

He shuddered. A hot tear spilled over his lashes, “Are you going to rape me?” he asked. He thought it was better to know.

“No. I’m not going to have sex with you Jared, but I am going to smack your ass. Clear enough?”

He nodded shakily, turned his back on Jensen and unlaced his pants.

“Jared. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Just get on with it and come over here.” Jensen sounded impatient.

He pushed his pants off in a rush and his slap-sore face burned with embarrassment.

It took a few moments to drape him over Jensen’s knee. He was lanky for his age and it was ungainly and uncomfortable. He was still fidgeting when the first blow came down on his right ass cheek. “Ow!” he yelped and all his muscles tensed. He wanted to scream, he wanted to punch the bastard, he wanted to go home. He tried to get up but Jensen's arm braced over him, surprisingly strong.

A second slap brought blood to the surface of his left ass cheek and it throbbed. He squirmed and tried to escape but he was still being held firmly.

“Give it up, or I add ten,” Jensen warned. He sounded pissed.

Jared closed his eyes and tried to relax his body, pain was easier to take that way.

Three and four clipped his buttocks at an angle and he knew they would leave a mark. He thought that five and six must sound like blaster-fire they hit so resoundingly. He started to sob at number nine, with the relief of it being almost over.

His ass was rosy hot when Jensen finally released him. He hadn’t been punished in such a way since he was a toddler over his mother’s knee and he sobbed mostly for the shock and humiliation, because it occurred to him that it wasn’t nearly as painful as his teacher’s cane had been on the palm of his hand. He slid off Jensen's lap the moment he was released and sank to his knees beside him, afraid to displease him again.

“Go and use the bathroom, Jared. Take a nice long mineral bath, polish your teeth, wash your hair, shave and come back, and then you can relax. We’ll both test the bed, and stare out of the porthole, yeah?”

Jensen’s smile reached his eyes. Jared shivered. His mood changes were disconcerting. Maybe there was no partner or business deal, perhaps he was just some sort of psycho.

“Go on. Some nice warm water, yeah?” Jensen ruffled his hair again. He didn’t flinch. He was beginning to get used to it.

His legs moved awkwardly as the sting of his ass made it feel like he was waddling but he did what he was told. Truth be told, he had really looked forward to the luxury of the deep mineral spa bath and wanted to try the lotions in gem bottles, which were artfully placed around the room.

“Sea salt, I want it to make me float. Oh, and a soothing fragrance, and oils” he told the computer, “And can the shower rain gently on me while I’m soaking?”

“Gentle shower confirmed. What temperature do you require?” 

“Um, hot, not wrinkly hot though.” Jared ordered. He decided he might as well enjoy the luxury, it might be the last the thing he did. He leaned over a giant arrangement of orchids, their scent was delicious.

“Oh, Jared!”

He gritted his teeth. What now? “Yessir?”

“Don’t smell the flowers. Well, I mean you can, it’s up to you, but the red orchids are an aphrodisiac and we were planning on getting some sleep tonight.”

Right. He had no idea if they could affect him but it was a complication he didn't need. Jared straightened and backed away from the display.

“Drawing at 38 degrees,” the computer bleated, and a waterfall of emerald green water gushed into the deep end of the tub, while a gentle spray rained over it. Jared removed his shirt. This was awesome. This was beyond awesome. This might even be worth dying for. The water was uncomfortably warm on his ass when he first stepped in but it soon faded. He was exhausted and this was bliss. He closed his eyes.

There was a clink on the side of the bath. He opened them again.

“I brought you a drink, part of the welcome pack. Good vintage too,” said Jensen, resting a glass of white wine on the generous rim of the tub. He leaned in and gave Jared a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I do love you, y’know,” he said as he got up to leave again. “Don’t drown in there. I’ll be just outside.”

Huh? Jensen was weird but he wouldn’t think about it. The bath was deep and comforting and he wanted to be cocooned in it for ever. He sipped the wine curiously. It tasted a little like his Aunt Em’s spring gooseberry cordial but this was somehow warmer and made his head feel fuzzy. His Aunt Em was sure to disapprove. He drank it all in a few gulps.

tbc

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