Black Valentine 8/? (Jensen/Jared, NC-17)

[lucifersprize]

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The view outside the dome of the Valentine lounge was soot black with only a faint wink of two stars from a distant system. The ship had performed a warp hop overnight and everything that Jared knew was now far, far out of reach. There was no going back for him now, only the tenuous hope that Jensen was telling him the truth and would return him after their cruise.

Jensen had insisted that they attend the first shipboard luncheon in the main lounge, and at the start of the buffet the Captain had informed everybody that they were approaching Orrodin. After one more hop the view from the lounge dome would reportedly be breathtaking. In his current circumstances, Jared didn’t know whether he hoped they would be there to see it or if he wanted to be safely back in their suite by then.

He tensed his muscles and released them one after another. His current predicament could be worse but he was not used to being still. Right now though, still was his only option. He was bored and his muscles ached in an unaccustomed pose. The heels of his mid-height silvery stilettos dug into his calf and the rope which bound him to his position was silky soft and crimson red. Jensen had brought him to this lounge just before luncheon started, had him kneel with his hands behind his back and his gaze up to the dome while he painstakingly wrapped the rope to bind his wrists to his ankles and then secure his body in a clever crossed pattern of knotted rope which constricted his movement. That it also crushed the skirt Jared had loved the moment he saw it was a minor point; he had seen a number of slaves brought to this event entirely naked, and several Masters who stopped to admire Jensen’s rope work suggested painful decorations or small tortures. Jensen smiled at each of them and took time to consider the positive aspects of their suggestions but replied that it was early in the cruise and unmarked skin pleased him. His submissive, he assured them, had a tendency to fidget and slouch and this was a lesson in patience and beauty. Jared had to admit that Jensen probably wasn’t wrong about his faults but he wasn’t able to comment, because even before they set off for the Valentine lounge Jensen had ordered him to open his mouth wide and lodged a smooth round ball-gag behind his teeth. Jared had waited meekly for him fasten it at the back of his head and fought the urge to fight him or scream. He had made a bargain with Jensen and the gag was after all, only to protect him from his talkative nature. His co-operation didn’t lessen the pull on the edge of his lips though or the disgusting way that his saliva slobbered over the ball.

Time passed excruciatingly slowly. His view was limited and he split his time between staring out of the dome and trying to catch a glimpse of Jensen as he criss-crossed the room introducing himself. Despite being resentful of his discomfort he couldn’t help a spark of pride when he looked at Jensen. He had come to this event with the most handsome person in the room. Jensen looked like a prince dressed in a shimmering green sherwani with a pink fish-detail sash that matched Jared’s outfit. He had dressed, without shame, beside Jared, so Jared also knew that the sheer spider-silk leggings were the only thing he wore beneath his sherwani. He tried not to think about how well endowed Jensen was. He had agreed that Jensen alone could fuck him but that was before he had seen the size of him and there seemed no way that it was going to be comfortable. His thoughts were interrupted by an overwhelming desire to itch his exposed navel but it was impossible and maddening. Jensen returned to Jared every few minutes, ruffled his hair or stroked his shoulder with a brief “Good Boy,” but he was entirely helpless, on display for the pleasure of others, only able to sniff the rich food that others ate. It was humiliating. He told himself that he had done this before, in a line and naked, at twelve years old. He had survived that and he had won. He had been chosen by the first son of the wealthiest family on Winchester. He could get through this.

An A.I. inquired about Jensen's preferences for Jared. Jensen asked their name and was told “Maeve”. They smiled and thanked him for his interest, and Jensen smiled at Jared in turn and said, “See, you improve me too, love.” Maeve issued a yellow, pink and red striped band which automatically adjusted around Jared’s wrist and they explained the color coding to him: Red to show that nobody except his Master was permitted to touch him. Yellow because his Master must also give permission for him to speak or be spoken to. Pink indicated that he was a voluntary submissive, with a low risk of escape. It gave Jared a small jolt of pride that Jensen had entrusted him with the pink band.

From where he knelt trussed and displayed, Jared could also see the huge tusked Master who sat down to court company as if on a throne, with his thick legs resting on his naked twin redhead slaves. Masters who sought his company grabbed, pawed and slimed on the slaves, pinching their skin and slapping them. He was grateful that his range of vision was limited by his bondage because it seemed that other slaves endured similar treatment while the Masters clinked glasses, ate the fine food and droned on interminably about business opportunities, high end shuttles and cruel toys for their slaves.  

Jensen’s voice mixed into the general chatter as he worked his way around the Masters who wished to greet him and talked about whatever rich people talked about at such events. His voice was slightly lower than most with a gentle drawl and Jared could hear it and know that he wasn’t entirely abandoned on the floor of this strange cruiser, far from home.

Jared waited. He concentrated on the constant ache of his muscles, the sharper cramping pains that shot through his nerves and the silky pressure of the rope, while the growl and cadence of Jensen’s voice soothed him. A set of ship lights cut into the black beyond the dome. They flashed blue and yellow en route for Orrodin or another nearby planet and he watched their slow progress. His mind drifted, his thoughts became fuzzy at the edges and the bustle around him became irrelevant.

A touch on his head startled him and he squeaked. He came back to himself, disoriented and dizzy.

Jensen stroked his hair and crouched in front of him, “Hey, it’s okay. I brought somebody to meet you and I thought you might want a drink.”

There were no longer any lights in the black beyond the dome. How long had it been? He tried to speak but his tongue lodged behind the ball in his mouth and he ‘mmphed’ instead.

“Ssh!” reminded Jensen.

Of course, thought Jared and caught his eye roll just in time to pretend it was some sort of yawn. He really didn’t want to have his ass smacked in public.

“He is just darling,” came a cheerful voice beside them. An elfin with dark skin, dark eyes and pointed ears reached a hand to Jared’s face, “May I?” they asked, just before withdrawing their four beautifully manicured fingers in a hurry, “Apologies, your band has red, I missed it under the red rope.”

Jensen replied with a shrug,  “I’m selfish and possessive. When I have something beautiful, I want to keep it to myself. I thought it best to label him clearly.”

“Well, won’t you be interesting at the end of cruise auction?” the elfin smiled back at Jensen in an obvious flirt.

Jensen didn’t seem to notice their interest in him, “Oh, I shan’t be auctioning Jared, but I may bid on an item or two,” he paused, theatrically pretending to look dejected, “Sometimes I wonder if there is anything I can’t afford to buy, Linda. It can get ...boring.” Jensen made it sound as if wealth was an inconvenience. His fingers ruffled Jared’s hair, locating the clasp for the gag and unfastening it. He eased the drool soaked ball from his mouth with care.

“I know what you mean,” the elfin, Linda, sighed, “What is a platinum collar when you own the foundries and mines?”

Maeve sidled up to them, took the gag from Jensen and cleaned it with a sterile wipe before returning it. It was seamless and silent service. They moved on to the next Master requiring assistance and a bot trundled over with an assortment of containers holding an array of different drinks.

Jensen gently rubbed the sides of Jared’s mouth, he took a glass of clear bubbly drink and placed it to his lips. “You must be thirsty, you’ve been so good for me. Sip it gently, yeah?” He tipped it up and Jared obeyed.

He almost coughed it up, Jared didn’t think it was a narcotic but it had a kick, maybe alcohol? In his current predicament he had been expecting water or some sort of vegetable juice. He managed to swallow it with a gulp and wide eyes. The after taste was sweet and delicious and he strained forward for more.

Jensen shook his head and smiled in amusement, “Not used to spirits?” he wondered, “You can tell me, Jared.”

“Many places have drinking bans until at least twenty one cycles,” the elfin commented, “ He should probably take it easy.”

Jared’s throat was still dry, his jaw stiff, so he simply nodded. There had been times when he and Chad had managed to procure some farm wine or home brewed beer but it  never had the kick or sophistication of this.

They both chuckled at him then. Jensen eased a few more drops into his mouth and this time Jared savored it, rolling it on his tongue before swallowing.

The elfin stood and pulled on a leash in their hand, “Bear, come and meet Jared. Jared is interested in puppy play. He and his Master should come to one of our beginner sessions don’t you think?”

“I think we should try it,” agreed Jensen as a big furry creature bowled towards Jared on all fours. Jared tried to move out of the way but the rope bound him in place. It didn’t matter, the dog, or pup, or whatever it was, skidded to a stop just in front of him and let out an excited “Rrof”

Close up it was obvious that the pup was elfin with some sort of muzzle mask, pup ears and a tail grafted onto a body which sprouted a thin layer of soft body hair. He couldn’t help his gasp. The surgery involved in such a transformation had to be barbaric.

“Rrof!” The tail wagged, ears were pricked and the pup’s tongue licked a stripe on Jared’s nose.

“Down Bear!”

The elfin pup dropped on its haunches and looked up at Jared, panting happily.  Jared shuddered. When Jensen had mentioned pup play he hadn’t imagined anything as drastic. It was weird and dehumanizing and it made him uncomfortable. He wished he hadn’t ticked the box to say he would try it and didn’t want the elfin pup or Master anywhere near him.

“We are taking the tour to Orrodin later, so if your boy has anything he’d like to ask Bear, it would be a good time. For now, I am taking Bear back to our cabin for some private playtime, if you get what I mean.” Linda jiggled their eyebrows and leaned in close enough for Jared and Jensen to hear them whisper, “I just love my pup’s knot.” They shook Jensen’s hand, “It was a delight meeting you.”

And, oh, Bear was no pup, his cock peeked eagerly out of its sheath below low hung-balls, and the thought of it was gross. It was all too much for Jared. He suddenly realized that he was tied up and on display like some sort of object, the pain in his muscles became unbearable and he was exhausted. He wanted to be back on Winchester, in his safe little farmhouse, eating his mother’s jupling soup while his dad nagged him to complete his homework. He opened his mouth to say please but he knew he mustn’t and his mouth didn’t work right after wearing the gag for so long anyway. A single tear slipped over his lashes and his lip trembled.

With a tug of Bear’s leash, Linda was off towards the exit.

***

Jensen hadn’t imagined that their first event on the ship would go so well. Jared’s quiet acquiescence had been admired  and he hadn’t needed to be naked to make an impression. The elfin oligarchs, Linda and Bear Tran had stopped to take an interest in their honeymoon and he was sure that Bear had was ready to swallow his cover story. He hoped that Linda would prove as malleable.

The self appointed Duke Pellegrino, chief human asshole and kleptocrat of the Lawrence System had puffed himself up, tormenting his slave with cattle prods and whips and pretty much shadowed the Captain, courting praise and a place at the Captain’s table, but he glanced their way to take a second and third look at Jared. The man would not want to mix with anyone who he thought less important than himself, but Jared had taken his eye and Jensen would ensure that their paths crossed frequently enough to present an opportunity. He would play to his vanity and greed.

LIse Berie had skirted the edge of the luncheon with their human submissive who was striking in a tiny and tight leather dress, and walking confidently in the highest stilettos Jensen had ever seen. Lise Berie, the Secretary of System for the Aquarian Nations was obviously uncomfortable in their impressive human style air-skin but they had seen Jensen, recognized a fellow traveler and greeted him warmly. Everyone has their kinks but Jensen was fairly certain that the Aquarian Nations didn’t include dominance or sadism in theirs, which meant that their purpose aboard the Black Valentine was likely to clash with his. It was unfortunate, but Jensen would not allow them to interfere.

With the Trans taking off to their suite and the party winding down, Jensen looked around the lounge and considered his next move. Christian Kane’s interruption was unexpected,

“Get Jared out of there, he’s dropping, Jensen.”

One glance proved Kane right. Jared had lost all color in his face and his hands were starting to shake.

“Jared, we’re going now. It’s going to be fine. Stay with me, you have to walk out of here with me, you understand? We’ll be back in our suite in no time and then you can rest. Stay in the zone, just a little while longer, can you do that?”

Jared sniffed and took a deep breath. He nodded.  

Jensen bent down to him and started to slip knots one by one. Dammit, it was taking too long. He drew a utility knife from his belt and slid it up through the beautiful silk strands - they could be replaced. Jared flinched under the massage of his fingers but his muscles weren’t in spasm, he would be able to walk. Jensen didn’t stop to tidy behind him, simply lifted Jared upright and supported him with an arm around his waist as his legs tried to balance on his heels without crumpling.

“Walk Jared!” he ordered him, and if it sounded a little sharp, it was necessary, Jensen couldn’t lose face now.

There was a flicker of anger in Jared’s eyes.

“Good, get angry with me. Use it to get back to our suite, then you can lay into me,” Jensen whispered into his ear.

Jared walked.

***

They should have been prepared for this. Jared stumbled into their suite and fell onto the sofa, pummeling the cushions. He pummeled Jensen, cried and begged to go home. Jensen knelt over him, pinning him down because they really didn’t need ship security to get involved.  When he threatened him with punishment Kane interceded,

“Ease up. Care for him. Let him know the scene is over.” Kane insisted, “Use warm blankets, feed him sugary food, listen to him, reassure him and don’t leave him alone.”

They were at odds over the cause. Kane felt that Jared had checked out during the luncheon; That he may have experienced sub space while Jensen was networking and been roused out of it abruptly when the Trans were introduced, causing sub drop. Jensen didn’t think it was possible to suffer from sub drop in simple bondage,  and Jared, well Jared was in abject misery and incapable of talking coherently. In the end they both conceded that it didn’t matter - either Jared was experiencing meltdown and running on empty after being kidnapped and used this way, or his hormones had dropped after going into subspace. The nett result was the same and would likely respond to similar care.

Jensen grabbed Jared’s shoulders and pulled him up into a tight hug. Jared continued sobbing but he stopped hitting out. Okay, progress. He grabbed the nearest soft blanket and wrapped him burrito-style, like a small child “Jared! Jared! LIsten to me! The scene is over, you are safe in our suite. You can relax. I know you want to see the Caves of Orrodin and that trip leaves in three standard hours. We can play some music. What music do you like? How about we get you some chocolate or would you like some warm food?”

Jared’s sobbing increased and he stuttered out, “Jupling Soup. I want jupling soup.”

Okay, that was something he could arrange.

Their cabin assistant wasn’t at all flustered by Jared’s emotional state, They pointed Jensen to a ‘drop kit’- a basket of items on a shelf in their sitting area, and Jensen sprayed a dot of calming fragrance on the blanket then broke off a piece of darkest Arcadian caramel chip chocolate and fed it to Jared by hand. Jared’s sobbing slowed for a moment as he chewed.

“You like that?”

Jared sniffed and nodded a red-eyed reply, Jensen gave him the entire bar. Jared chewed methodically, and clearly determined not to look at Jensen or the A.I., he looked down.

“Good boy.”

Once Jared seemed settled with his chocolate, Jensen studied the room service menu and ordered simple toasted bread with local nut cheeses for him. “I need that with jupling soup,” he said.

“There is no jupling on the menu, sir.”

Jensen growled, “This is the most expensive cruise in the four galaxies, why can’t chef make jupling soup?”

The A.I. seemed to search its databanks for a moment. “We have a limited stock of jupling in the cold store but it is a common ingredient, not exclusive enough for chef’s menu.”

Jared’s tears started again, “Sorry, s’tupid, this is stupid,” he sniffed as he wiped his eyes. The cabin assistant passed him a linen handkerchief and he blew his nose.

“You have jupling, so chef can make jupling soup. My sub is not to have fine food right now. Is that clear?”

“There will be a charge.”

“There is always a charge,” retorted Jensen.

“You don’t have to,” argued Jared.

“Of course I do, you’re a mess,” Jensen replied.

“The order has been placed, is there anything more I can assist you with?”

“No, you can go.”

The A.I. was walking to the door when Jensen called to them again, “You don’t tell anybody what you saw here, are you clear?”

Purple lips pursed and lilac eyes closed for a moment, Jensen wondered if A.I. s were capable of annoyance.

“Sir, this is the most exclusive cruise in the four galaxies, your privacy is assured at all times, my programming would not permit me to gossip. It is also my experience that slaves and submissives experience sub drop at a rate of 19.7% averaged across all shipboard activities.”

“Right. Well then.”

“Thank you ai, I feel stupid,” Jared unexpectedly butted in.

The door closed and Jared was already defensive and crying again, “S sorry, I forgot not to speak. I know I’m being stupid and useless and I hit you but please don’t leave Chad on that ship. I promise I’ll do better. You can spank me, whatever it takes.”

Jensen sighed and opened his arms wide for a hug, “I gave you permission to lay into me, remember? C’mere. You’re doing okay and we won’t leave Chad there, I promise.”

Jared leaned into him, a tacit acceptance of his comfort.

“No punishment. We’ll get you fed and sorted out, then enjoy our tour. Does that sound right?”

“‘Kay”

“By the way, Jared, what is jupling?”

There was a hint of a giggle in the reply, before Jared was sobbing again, “It’s a root vegetable, you cook it with it’s leaves and fine Winchester soil on its skin. We grow it at home. My mom makes the best jupling soup.”

“With the soil? Uh, might be giving that a miss kiddo.”

***

tbc

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