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Story: Strength of Character 1/? WARNING nothing happy on this fic
DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT VIOLENCE, ABUSE AND GOREY DEATHS.
I'm serious, this is ther darkest shit I've ever written.
FILL to THIS PROMPT
Tittle: Strenght of character
Author: Kali
Pairing: Jensen/Christopher Heyerdahl, J2, Jensen/OMCK
Kinks: NON-CON, dub-con, sexual abuse of one minor, character's death(main and not main), violence, substance abuse, suicide and self destructive ideation. mentions of anal, oral and hand jobs.
TRIGGER WARNING: MINORS SEXUAL ABUSE AND MOLESTATION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, VIOLENCE, PTSD.
N/A: now that I -think- have everything noted. here it comes the first part.
***
It was all his dad’s fault, if he never left everything would be different.
Jensen was awake waiting for the other man to get in his bed, it happened every night now, and it’s been happening for years. It was not good or bad, it was just a routine; like anything else.
It started when his mom married Christopher, he started getting in his bed at night, at first it was nothing, just sleeping flush against the man’s front, even if he felt something weird against his ass, then he started touching, and the first night he did it he called for his mom.
Jensen will never forget that night. The voices outside his room, after his mom came prying Jensen free from his stepfather’s clutches. “Rape”, “Disgusting”, “evil”; she said. “my right”, “I own you two”, “better fuck than you”; Is what he said and Jensen knew that was it, his mom got into his room that night and that was the last he saw about her.
The next night Christopher came into his bedroom and instead of getting in his bed carried him to the master suit.
He played his part every night, and every day; every day he was the perfect obedient son, at night he was the pliant body, disgusted at how his body craved the gentle touch after the pain was gone.
His birthday 12 he was given everything he ever wanted and at night he was gagged as Christopher used him, the marks lasted until Easter.
His birthday 13 came with a vicious spanking because his friends from school invited him to the movies and he went out without permission. “Say you’re sorry sweetie and I won’t have to do this.” Christopher said. Jensen kept his lips tightly closed and endured the pain.
He locked himself in the closet with the few old pictures of his mom and dad.
He still remembers in blurry flashes how Jared Padalecki the kid lord as they call him, stood at his door as they killed his father; Padalecki at 24 now; was the most important and merciless and had been since he was 18.
Jensen never knew how his mom ended in Christopher’s house.
He stayed home a week after that because he couldn’t sit without pain and Christopher didn’t want anyone to know.
“I’m here…” the callused hand roamed his naked back. “So beautiful for me…” the man said and caressed his ass. Jensen knew by now how to be prepped. “So eager…” the man moaned as his finger entered the young body.
Jensen closed his eyes and did his best to let it happen with the minimum pain and quiet disgust.
School was his favorite time non the less, even if Christopher felt absurdly jealous of every boy and girl on Jensen’s age; he had friends and had fun at school and for a couple hours he could pretend that he was a normal boy.
One day his car wasn’t there at the end of the day and he called home, but nobody answered so he went back home.
“Hey there gorgeous...” his head snapped and he smiled, he had seen the man a couple times, tall and broad, a contagious almost candid smile that showed dimples on his cheeks. Jensen had never been naïve or innocent enough to think that the man wanted to be his friend, he sure wanted something else.
The reason of him considering it was; this was his choice, even if he had to wait for days like today, once a year that the car wasn’t there.
“Hey there daddy…” Jensen said licking and sucking on his bottom lip.
Before he knew he was walking home again with a smile on his face, an ice cream cone and a small but present spark of hope.
***
He marched into Christopher office with a pout proper of any teenager who was forced to do more physical activity than he intended to.
“Not now Jensen… go to your room.” Christopher’s dangerously cold voice boomed.
Jensen moved still ahead with a smile. “I don’t want Mitch picking me up again…” he moaned sitting on a chair; legs spread and slouched enough to make his crotch obvious. “He forgot to pick me up again.” He huffed. “I had to walk alone from school, I didn’t even have money for a taxi or the bus, and it’s embarrassing.”
Christopher Heyerdahl is not a patient man, is not a nice man, and if it weren’t for the absurd lust Jensen stirs in him he would have killed the whiny little bastard. “Not now!” he said and Jensen pouted adorably.
“Okay… but you should give me an allowance; I’m tired of being the poor one among my peers.” At the door he let out the final stab on it. “At least it was a nice walk, I saw the guy I like; he walked with me for almost a mile.”
Christopher paid no attention then but once his business was solved he repeated those words in his head.
Jensen had to stay home the next day, the bruises in his neck and the swelling on his unprepared hole made it impossible for him to go to school.
But the seed had been planted.
***
Jeff presented a simple sheet of paper as CV and sat among a ton of other guys, older and young, some of them obviously ex cops, others from abroad, there was a woman who looked like the female version of Dolph Laungdren and he had to do his best not to raise his eye brow in surprise.
The interview was simple, married, no kids, desperate for a job and /or money and no interest whatsoever in what his boss’ line of work was.
“What if it’s taking care of his son?”
“As long as the rascal behaves I have no problem.” The man said taking a smoke out of his pocket. “Tell me he’s not in diapers or something.”
How he got the job? He had no idea the first time he saw his new charge the brat was moaning and whining and complaining like the little asshole he looked like.
“But he’s so old!! Why can’t I have the blond one? He’d make Chris so jealous…!”
Mr. Heyerdahl rolled his eyes. “Shut up, and be nice, you better get along with the guy or I’ll get the woman.”
The boy sat crossing his arms looking furiously to a side. “Fine, but at least give me a fucking card!”
“Language!” the man whispered. And Jensen huffed. “Morgan, right?” the new employee nodded. “This is Jensen, my step son and most precious treasure, your job is to keep him safe. Jensen; say hi to your new bodyguard, Morgan”
“Hello Morgan.” He parroted obediently. “You better don’t be some kind of jerk.”
“I won’t be if you behave accordingly.” Heyerdahl chuckled as another man took Jeff to meet the rest of the house and people.
“But… an outsider?” moaned Jensen. “What if he figures it out?”
Christopher smiled looking at him. “That you are my whore? That you enjoy having your daddy fucking you?” he made a motion and had Jensen sitting on his lap, pliant as ever.
Jensen groaned at the pressure that sure will leave another bruise on his neck. “The card?”
Christopher nodded and made a sound and Jensen smiled.
That’s how it started; the endless battle Jensen against Morgan, and Christopher heard the brawls with an amused smile at the way Jensen was acting all bratty and bossy.
How Morgan answered not giving a fuck if Jensen threatened him or not, how Jensen used to come home furious for the way the guard shooed his friends or didn’t allow him to go places or talk to people.
It was gratifying; knowing Jensen was his only and he bought a very good guard dog for him.
***
For Jensen to have a card that won’t be suspicious he needed a bank account and it meant a certain degree of freedom. Christopher saw him coming and going with a smile on his face and new books; a new cell phone, new sexy clothes, a simple card prevented Jensen to do something stupid on his 14th birthday.
It was then that Morgan appeared in Christopher’s office with a frown and tense fists at his sides. “I have to ask one question, how much discipline I can impart on my charge sir?”
Christopher had to tap a finger against his lips to stop his smile; Jensen was stubborn and if his lover won’t behave for him; what kind of hell could the kid be giving a stranger?
“As much as necessary.” He said smiling as he felt his dick stirring at the idea of Jensen’s perfect perky ass cherry red. “What’s the problem?”
“Look, I’m going to be frank…” Morgan started with a huff. ”the kid has no respect for anyone! He does not respect simple rules and goes around as if it were his birthright to stop everything for him.”
Heyerdahl nodded with a face of surprise. “I raised him like that.”
Morgan crossed his arms. “Sir, the kid has no idea of how to defend himself and is too stubborn to let me do my job, he’s desperate to go around and every time I say he can’t he threatens to tell you and have me fired, even in front of people, if he goes around bragging of who is his dad… ” he raised his hands moving his head.
Christopher Heyerdahl smiled; Jensen never used his name for anything; until now.
“You’re keeping him safe, let him go wherever he wants.” he said turning his chair and palming his cock already. “And you better obey him.”
Jeff walked out with a put upon sigh and marched straight to Jensen’s room, knocked on the door and entered to find Jensen playing some kind of violent videogame with one of the maids’ son, the kid looked at the new comer with huge dark eyes.
“So…?” Jensen asked with a smirk, Morgan gave him a lopsided smile and nodded. “Awesome.” Jensen said and went back to the game.
Osric looked at Morgan and whispered to Jensen in his young voice. “he’s scary…”
Jensen looked up. “he’s a jerk sometimes, but he’s okay.” Osric moved his controller and the soldier on the screen shoot and Jensen hooped.
“Are you a soldier like them?” Osric asked looking at the screen.
Morgan sat near them frowning at the amount of blood on the screen. “I was, now I’m only here to take care of Jensen.” Osric looked at him with huge eyes and his mouth open.
“Like a hero?” Jensen made a sound like mocking him. “really? So nothing bad happens to him?”
Morgan smiled analyzing the small kid. “I'm here to keep him and you safe. If anything happens, just call me, okay?” Osric blushed and looked down, Morgan bit his lip, it was like another kid he knew. “watch out!! There’s a sniper in that roof.” Osric gasped surprised and prepared his gun. They laughed and hooted and shouted to the screen; Morgan helping Os while Jensen complained. “you’re supposed to be MY man, not his…”
“But we’re a team…” Osric let out impishly. “I’m just better than you.”
Jensen scoffed, if you didn’t know, you could have confused them for normal regular kids with nothing bad happening in their lives. Morgan felt like an asshole.
But the conversation worked; that’s how Jensen ended up having his first driving lesson, Morgan in the huge Mercedes; on a mall parking lot early one morning instead of going to Social studies.
That’s how he went to a have coffee at the other end of the city instead of going to school, Morgan called telling them Jensen won’t go, that he had one of his “episodes”; since it happened often nobody asked questions.
That’s how Jensen ended up meeting Jay; a man older than him; with his brownish hair and his easy dimpled laugh and charming behavior. Morgan left them chatting and went for a coffee himself.
Jensen went back to the car with a hicky and a smile. “That was the best moment of my life.” He whispered and let out a giggle. “This is awesome. I thought I’d have to give up on this.”
Morgan nodded and looked at him. “Just… just don’t rush into things okay? I don’t want your dad chasing me with a shot gun because some asshole broke his kid or something.”
Jensen turned at him. “You do understand he’s not my dad, right?” Morgan nodded. “Also… he’s not interested in my wellbeing the way a dad would, you know that too right?” Morgan let out a breath through his nose and nodded before turning to face him.
“You know I could take you away if you wanted, right?”
Jensen wasn’t even looking at him, he had tears in his eyes and they showed how old he really felt, not a pinch of kid in them. “I’d go with you without hesitation.” He mumbled. “But there’s something I need to do first.”
***
Morgan was a nice guy, in the worst possible job ever, his room was down the hall from Jensen’s and he could hear now and then the groaning and the moaning. The way the bed frame hit the wall and he felt disgusted of himself, he should have the balls to get into that room and kill the rapist bastard.
He should take the poor boy away; until the night he heard it. “Daddy… yes… there…” the sinful moan following those words made the bile rise to his mouth.
A maid knocked on his door in the middle of the night. “what?” he let out before she motioned for him to shut up and follow her.
They walked into Jensen’s room and the lady rushed into the bathroom. “Here Jay, he’s here…” she whispered caressing the boy covered in a white towel before disappearing through the door, “I’ll bring in Os so you two can play for a while okay?” she left after the soft nod Jensen gave her.
Morgan looked from the kid sitting on the toilet’s lid to the door a couple times before he moved ahead. “What is it kid? Do you need something?” his eyes finally left the floor and looked straight to him.
“I just needed someone that really cares with me for a while…?” Jensen offered and smiled tiredly before he felt warm strong arms wrapping him in them; pressing him against a strong chest, for once this had nothing at all to do with sex, with using him or wanting something else aside of the contact; it felt safe and Jensen let out a cry, a real cry, frustration anger, fear and pain in one long cry against Morgan’s shirt. Teeth biting the soft cotton.
“Maybe you shouldn’t do this, maybe we could just go away??” he offered once more. “I bet you have enough to get away and be safe.”
Jensen shook his head not moving from his place against his body guard’s chest. “I will follow my plan to its end.” He said taking a deep breath. “This is just a… a little bit of frustration.”
Morgan kissed the top of his head. “I don’t want to hear you in pain kid, just… just…”
Jensen looked at him then. “I’m going to see him today, after school at the mall; he wants me to help him with something.”
Morgan got up. “Then you have to sleep kid, go to bed.”
Jensen nodded got up and walked into this room, the bed was a wrinkled mess; the pungent smell of sex made Morgan’s stomach twist in anger. “Stay…? Please? He won’t come back.” Begged Jensen as he reached the edge of the mattress and turned white looking at the bed.
Morgan couldn’t let him get there. “Come to my bed, it’s clean.” Jensen turned taking something from his night stand; the entire room was childish, Jensen never let anyone touch what his mom left for him, every picture, every stuffed toy was still in place.
Christopher liked it, the room of the child he defiled; not even his mom’s memories safe anymore, Jensen felt sick and ran out of his room following his body guard and thanking him the second he hit the pillow.
Morgan slept in the armchair by the window, one eye open and hoping his boss didn’t catch them like this.
***
Sunday morning someone marched into a police station to find detective Norman Reedus. The man raised his eyes from the news paper.
“You do know I have a family and a kid, right?” he said with a pissed off expression.
“You do know I’m risking my ass for this, right?” was the answer from the person in a beanie and shades. “Is the only day off I have.” A hand offered him a memory stick. “Hurry up, that thing has to go back to my bedroom before ten.”
Norman took it and copied it into a lap top. “What’s this?”
His partner shrugged. “I’m not sure, the kid keeps it close to him at all times, doesn’t let it behind; not even with Os close.”
Norman bit his thin lip with a frown. “You think is about Heyerdahl?”
His partner shrugged with a deep breath. “I hope so, that bastard deserve to die for what he did to the kid.” Reedus saw a retreating back. “See you next Sunday; and give my regards to Lilly.” Norman smiled as he lit his cigarette; he waited three minutes while reading some of the things he had.
He bought hot dogs and marched into a park to find a wild curly back mane following an equally curly kid. “Daddy!” the kid shouted running to him, he had the same deep blue eyes Norman had.
“So?” the woman asked, Norman nodded and she smiled. “I’m worried about this from the start it’s so dangerous, that idiot…”
“Calm down; so far so good.” He said.
***
Jared Padalecki the kid lord had no weaknesses; he was a brutal enemy; and only one thing stopped him from going for the big fishes. Heyerdahl small operation; it hardly moved 10 mill a year, poor bastard without vision.
So the Kid Lord prepared an advance over Heyerdahl.
Heyerdahl only had one weakness, the kid he fucked, a whispered secret. Christopher Heyerdahl liked kids; that much was known; and the poor little whore would be his doom.
Jared found the kid and sent younger people, trying to get to him, trying to talk to him and pull him into his side, but the kid always had that good for nothing Pileggi with him.
He had the car blown, and even hurt Heyerdahl’s PA; everything to get the kid close for a while; just to miss the chance when the kid let another guy push him into an alley and kiss him.
I guess it comes with the territory and Jared thought the same, the darkness and the horrible lust at the sight of such a perfect creature; the picture of innocence and freshness, perfect to spoil and corrupt.
It was like the kid was asking for it.
Just so you know… ? nobody ever, no matter what is asking for it; and Jared will learn that the hard way.
***
Morgan got up a couple weeks after Jensen’s first night in his bed and find it empty, it was usual now, that he had to endure the sounds of how that kid was abused before he had a newly bathed boy in his bed curled against him shivering. “I was going to kill myself.” Jensen confessed one night with marks on his hips and neck, cracked lips, finally settling down after retching violently for what seemed hours. “Until you came I was going to end all this.” Morgan held him that night, and kissed his hair his heart hurting at the idea of the kid gone. This has become a huge mess.
This time he woke up, went to have breakfast and waited for Jensen to come downstairs so they could go to school; it was one of the days he was actually going to school.
Other days he took the kid to meet his new boyfriend. No wonder the kid had so many issues with the story he told him.
After school Jensen asked Morgan to drive him to the mall. “I’m going to buy something for him.” he said.
“You don’t know his size…” Morgan commented puffing smoke out of his mouth and holding his cigg in place at the same time. Jensen sitting on the passenger seat next to him fastened his belt before taking the cigarette from him dragging a long smoke and smiling.
“You’ll have to work as a model…” Jensen roamed his body and smirked. “Shoulders and height, but he’s slimmer…”
Morgan scoffed. “Shut up! I have lots of muscle.”
Jensen cackled looking ahead; still smoking. “whatever you say tubby… now drive!”
Jensen bought a shirt for his boyfriend, but Morgan carried the bag to his room, nobody could know about it.
Christopher found Jensen in his office that afternoon typing furiously on his computer. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Jensen was squinting to the screen as he typed from a note pad on the desk. “Mine broke and I need to finish this for economics tomorrow.”
“Can’t you buy a new one?” Jensen looked at him then.
“Not enough money for a decent one…” Christopher sighed.
The next day Jensen had a huge deposit on his account. Morgan went to buy a new computer and Jensen spent the afternoon with his new boyfriend.
***
Jared was waiting for his lover in a secluded restaurant near a huge mall, the boy promised he’ll be there alone. He was finishing his drink when someone threw himself on his lap and didn’t waste any time to hug him and kiss him.
“There you are monkey…” he said and Jensen chuckled.
“Missed you..” Jensen mewled rubbing himself on Jared’s lap, the guy let out a guttural laugh and held him. “We’re in public, and I won’t risk ruining our plan to destroy that bastard because you’re horny…” he pushed Jensen off and snapped his fingers calling for a waiter.
“I only have like half an hour.” Jensen explained morose. “Until the idiot guard he has following me comes back.”
Jared chuckled. “Does he buy it? The defenseless little darling act?”
Jensen smirked. “Every asshole I know buys my lies; is like a superpower.”
Jared caressed him under the table, his hand getting as high as possible on his thigh. “Except me…? Do you really want to be mine?”
Jensen felt himself getting hard. “I want to make those who hurt me and left me alone to pay. I won’t rest until they’re dead.” His young voice sounded final. “I’d do anything to make them pay.” He said intense eyes fix on Jared’s.
“Gosh…” he said with a lustful groan. “I want to fuck you right now, right here…” the hand on Jensen’s thigh pressed against his crotch. “Soon baby you’ll be with me and Heyerdahl will be an old memory, a bad dream and nothing more.”
Jensen smiled. “You want to fuck me…?” he was blushing making Jared impossible hard in his tailored pants as he grunted a yes. “You do realize I’m hardly 15, right? I’m not legal yet…”
“I don’t care, you let him have you, you’ll let me too.” He said and moved ahead to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, Jensen let him, soft and pliant like every night.
“Shit…!” Jensen got up and offered Jared a small package. “He’s coming. I bought this for you, think about me when you wear it.” he bent and kissed Jared once more. “Soon, when my plan is complete.” Jensen changed memory sticks with Jared and left.
Morgan was holding the car keys and sighed when he saw him. “Where were you? I was worried!” Jensen smiled.
“I just wanted something to drink…” Morgan frowned looking into the store. “Let’s go I have tons of homework.”
They were waiting at the fence of the house when finally the guard turned to Jensen in the back seat. “So?”
Jensen raised his eyes and smirked. “Every asshole I know buys my lies…” he mumbled to himself. “it was perfect… just what I wanted it to be.” He said with a sigh still smirking. When he climbed down of the car Morgan saw a small device on the seat, a microphone and a memory card where the encounter with Jared was recorded.
Jensen kept using the office now and then, under the excuse of his printer not working properly.
“It’s just now and then, Christopher… and is not like you don’t want me here…” he said sitting on the man’s lap as his step father molested him.
***
Part TWO
I'm serious, this is ther darkest shit I've ever written.
FILL to THIS PROMPT
Tittle: Strenght of character
Author: Kali
Pairing: Jensen/Christopher Heyerdahl, J2, Jensen/OMCK
Kinks: NON-CON, dub-con, sexual abuse of one minor, character's death(main and not main), violence, substance abuse, suicide and self destructive ideation. mentions of anal, oral and hand jobs.
TRIGGER WARNING: MINORS SEXUAL ABUSE AND MOLESTATION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, VIOLENCE, PTSD.
N/A: now that I -think- have everything noted. here it comes the first part.
***
It was all his dad’s fault, if he never left everything would be different.
Jensen was awake waiting for the other man to get in his bed, it happened every night now, and it’s been happening for years. It was not good or bad, it was just a routine; like anything else.
It started when his mom married Christopher, he started getting in his bed at night, at first it was nothing, just sleeping flush against the man’s front, even if he felt something weird against his ass, then he started touching, and the first night he did it he called for his mom.
Jensen will never forget that night. The voices outside his room, after his mom came prying Jensen free from his stepfather’s clutches. “Rape”, “Disgusting”, “evil”; she said. “my right”, “I own you two”, “better fuck than you”; Is what he said and Jensen knew that was it, his mom got into his room that night and that was the last he saw about her.
The next night Christopher came into his bedroom and instead of getting in his bed carried him to the master suit.
He played his part every night, and every day; every day he was the perfect obedient son, at night he was the pliant body, disgusted at how his body craved the gentle touch after the pain was gone.
His birthday 12 he was given everything he ever wanted and at night he was gagged as Christopher used him, the marks lasted until Easter.
His birthday 13 came with a vicious spanking because his friends from school invited him to the movies and he went out without permission. “Say you’re sorry sweetie and I won’t have to do this.” Christopher said. Jensen kept his lips tightly closed and endured the pain.
He locked himself in the closet with the few old pictures of his mom and dad.
He still remembers in blurry flashes how Jared Padalecki the kid lord as they call him, stood at his door as they killed his father; Padalecki at 24 now; was the most important and merciless and had been since he was 18.
Jensen never knew how his mom ended in Christopher’s house.
He stayed home a week after that because he couldn’t sit without pain and Christopher didn’t want anyone to know.
“I’m here…” the callused hand roamed his naked back. “So beautiful for me…” the man said and caressed his ass. Jensen knew by now how to be prepped. “So eager…” the man moaned as his finger entered the young body.
Jensen closed his eyes and did his best to let it happen with the minimum pain and quiet disgust.
School was his favorite time non the less, even if Christopher felt absurdly jealous of every boy and girl on Jensen’s age; he had friends and had fun at school and for a couple hours he could pretend that he was a normal boy.
One day his car wasn’t there at the end of the day and he called home, but nobody answered so he went back home.
“Hey there gorgeous...” his head snapped and he smiled, he had seen the man a couple times, tall and broad, a contagious almost candid smile that showed dimples on his cheeks. Jensen had never been naïve or innocent enough to think that the man wanted to be his friend, he sure wanted something else.
The reason of him considering it was; this was his choice, even if he had to wait for days like today, once a year that the car wasn’t there.
“Hey there daddy…” Jensen said licking and sucking on his bottom lip.
Before he knew he was walking home again with a smile on his face, an ice cream cone and a small but present spark of hope.
***
He marched into Christopher office with a pout proper of any teenager who was forced to do more physical activity than he intended to.
“Not now Jensen… go to your room.” Christopher’s dangerously cold voice boomed.
Jensen moved still ahead with a smile. “I don’t want Mitch picking me up again…” he moaned sitting on a chair; legs spread and slouched enough to make his crotch obvious. “He forgot to pick me up again.” He huffed. “I had to walk alone from school, I didn’t even have money for a taxi or the bus, and it’s embarrassing.”
Christopher Heyerdahl is not a patient man, is not a nice man, and if it weren’t for the absurd lust Jensen stirs in him he would have killed the whiny little bastard. “Not now!” he said and Jensen pouted adorably.
“Okay… but you should give me an allowance; I’m tired of being the poor one among my peers.” At the door he let out the final stab on it. “At least it was a nice walk, I saw the guy I like; he walked with me for almost a mile.”
Christopher paid no attention then but once his business was solved he repeated those words in his head.
Jensen had to stay home the next day, the bruises in his neck and the swelling on his unprepared hole made it impossible for him to go to school.
But the seed had been planted.
***
Jeff presented a simple sheet of paper as CV and sat among a ton of other guys, older and young, some of them obviously ex cops, others from abroad, there was a woman who looked like the female version of Dolph Laungdren and he had to do his best not to raise his eye brow in surprise.
The interview was simple, married, no kids, desperate for a job and /or money and no interest whatsoever in what his boss’ line of work was.
“What if it’s taking care of his son?”
“As long as the rascal behaves I have no problem.” The man said taking a smoke out of his pocket. “Tell me he’s not in diapers or something.”
How he got the job? He had no idea the first time he saw his new charge the brat was moaning and whining and complaining like the little asshole he looked like.
“But he’s so old!! Why can’t I have the blond one? He’d make Chris so jealous…!”
Mr. Heyerdahl rolled his eyes. “Shut up, and be nice, you better get along with the guy or I’ll get the woman.”
The boy sat crossing his arms looking furiously to a side. “Fine, but at least give me a fucking card!”
“Language!” the man whispered. And Jensen huffed. “Morgan, right?” the new employee nodded. “This is Jensen, my step son and most precious treasure, your job is to keep him safe. Jensen; say hi to your new bodyguard, Morgan”
“Hello Morgan.” He parroted obediently. “You better don’t be some kind of jerk.”
“I won’t be if you behave accordingly.” Heyerdahl chuckled as another man took Jeff to meet the rest of the house and people.
“But… an outsider?” moaned Jensen. “What if he figures it out?”
Christopher smiled looking at him. “That you are my whore? That you enjoy having your daddy fucking you?” he made a motion and had Jensen sitting on his lap, pliant as ever.
Jensen groaned at the pressure that sure will leave another bruise on his neck. “The card?”
Christopher nodded and made a sound and Jensen smiled.
That’s how it started; the endless battle Jensen against Morgan, and Christopher heard the brawls with an amused smile at the way Jensen was acting all bratty and bossy.
How Morgan answered not giving a fuck if Jensen threatened him or not, how Jensen used to come home furious for the way the guard shooed his friends or didn’t allow him to go places or talk to people.
It was gratifying; knowing Jensen was his only and he bought a very good guard dog for him.
***
For Jensen to have a card that won’t be suspicious he needed a bank account and it meant a certain degree of freedom. Christopher saw him coming and going with a smile on his face and new books; a new cell phone, new sexy clothes, a simple card prevented Jensen to do something stupid on his 14th birthday.
It was then that Morgan appeared in Christopher’s office with a frown and tense fists at his sides. “I have to ask one question, how much discipline I can impart on my charge sir?”
Christopher had to tap a finger against his lips to stop his smile; Jensen was stubborn and if his lover won’t behave for him; what kind of hell could the kid be giving a stranger?
“As much as necessary.” He said smiling as he felt his dick stirring at the idea of Jensen’s perfect perky ass cherry red. “What’s the problem?”
“Look, I’m going to be frank…” Morgan started with a huff. ”the kid has no respect for anyone! He does not respect simple rules and goes around as if it were his birthright to stop everything for him.”
Heyerdahl nodded with a face of surprise. “I raised him like that.”
Morgan crossed his arms. “Sir, the kid has no idea of how to defend himself and is too stubborn to let me do my job, he’s desperate to go around and every time I say he can’t he threatens to tell you and have me fired, even in front of people, if he goes around bragging of who is his dad… ” he raised his hands moving his head.
Christopher Heyerdahl smiled; Jensen never used his name for anything; until now.
“You’re keeping him safe, let him go wherever he wants.” he said turning his chair and palming his cock already. “And you better obey him.”
Jeff walked out with a put upon sigh and marched straight to Jensen’s room, knocked on the door and entered to find Jensen playing some kind of violent videogame with one of the maids’ son, the kid looked at the new comer with huge dark eyes.
“So…?” Jensen asked with a smirk, Morgan gave him a lopsided smile and nodded. “Awesome.” Jensen said and went back to the game.
Osric looked at Morgan and whispered to Jensen in his young voice. “he’s scary…”
Jensen looked up. “he’s a jerk sometimes, but he’s okay.” Osric moved his controller and the soldier on the screen shoot and Jensen hooped.
“Are you a soldier like them?” Osric asked looking at the screen.
Morgan sat near them frowning at the amount of blood on the screen. “I was, now I’m only here to take care of Jensen.” Osric looked at him with huge eyes and his mouth open.
“Like a hero?” Jensen made a sound like mocking him. “really? So nothing bad happens to him?”
Morgan smiled analyzing the small kid. “I'm here to keep him and you safe. If anything happens, just call me, okay?” Osric blushed and looked down, Morgan bit his lip, it was like another kid he knew. “watch out!! There’s a sniper in that roof.” Osric gasped surprised and prepared his gun. They laughed and hooted and shouted to the screen; Morgan helping Os while Jensen complained. “you’re supposed to be MY man, not his…”
“But we’re a team…” Osric let out impishly. “I’m just better than you.”
Jensen scoffed, if you didn’t know, you could have confused them for normal regular kids with nothing bad happening in their lives. Morgan felt like an asshole.
But the conversation worked; that’s how Jensen ended up having his first driving lesson, Morgan in the huge Mercedes; on a mall parking lot early one morning instead of going to Social studies.
That’s how he went to a have coffee at the other end of the city instead of going to school, Morgan called telling them Jensen won’t go, that he had one of his “episodes”; since it happened often nobody asked questions.
That’s how Jensen ended up meeting Jay; a man older than him; with his brownish hair and his easy dimpled laugh and charming behavior. Morgan left them chatting and went for a coffee himself.
Jensen went back to the car with a hicky and a smile. “That was the best moment of my life.” He whispered and let out a giggle. “This is awesome. I thought I’d have to give up on this.”
Morgan nodded and looked at him. “Just… just don’t rush into things okay? I don’t want your dad chasing me with a shot gun because some asshole broke his kid or something.”
Jensen turned at him. “You do understand he’s not my dad, right?” Morgan nodded. “Also… he’s not interested in my wellbeing the way a dad would, you know that too right?” Morgan let out a breath through his nose and nodded before turning to face him.
“You know I could take you away if you wanted, right?”
Jensen wasn’t even looking at him, he had tears in his eyes and they showed how old he really felt, not a pinch of kid in them. “I’d go with you without hesitation.” He mumbled. “But there’s something I need to do first.”
***
Morgan was a nice guy, in the worst possible job ever, his room was down the hall from Jensen’s and he could hear now and then the groaning and the moaning. The way the bed frame hit the wall and he felt disgusted of himself, he should have the balls to get into that room and kill the rapist bastard.
He should take the poor boy away; until the night he heard it. “Daddy… yes… there…” the sinful moan following those words made the bile rise to his mouth.
A maid knocked on his door in the middle of the night. “what?” he let out before she motioned for him to shut up and follow her.
They walked into Jensen’s room and the lady rushed into the bathroom. “Here Jay, he’s here…” she whispered caressing the boy covered in a white towel before disappearing through the door, “I’ll bring in Os so you two can play for a while okay?” she left after the soft nod Jensen gave her.
Morgan looked from the kid sitting on the toilet’s lid to the door a couple times before he moved ahead. “What is it kid? Do you need something?” his eyes finally left the floor and looked straight to him.
“I just needed someone that really cares with me for a while…?” Jensen offered and smiled tiredly before he felt warm strong arms wrapping him in them; pressing him against a strong chest, for once this had nothing at all to do with sex, with using him or wanting something else aside of the contact; it felt safe and Jensen let out a cry, a real cry, frustration anger, fear and pain in one long cry against Morgan’s shirt. Teeth biting the soft cotton.
“Maybe you shouldn’t do this, maybe we could just go away??” he offered once more. “I bet you have enough to get away and be safe.”
Jensen shook his head not moving from his place against his body guard’s chest. “I will follow my plan to its end.” He said taking a deep breath. “This is just a… a little bit of frustration.”
Morgan kissed the top of his head. “I don’t want to hear you in pain kid, just… just…”
Jensen looked at him then. “I’m going to see him today, after school at the mall; he wants me to help him with something.”
Morgan got up. “Then you have to sleep kid, go to bed.”
Jensen nodded got up and walked into this room, the bed was a wrinkled mess; the pungent smell of sex made Morgan’s stomach twist in anger. “Stay…? Please? He won’t come back.” Begged Jensen as he reached the edge of the mattress and turned white looking at the bed.
Morgan couldn’t let him get there. “Come to my bed, it’s clean.” Jensen turned taking something from his night stand; the entire room was childish, Jensen never let anyone touch what his mom left for him, every picture, every stuffed toy was still in place.
Christopher liked it, the room of the child he defiled; not even his mom’s memories safe anymore, Jensen felt sick and ran out of his room following his body guard and thanking him the second he hit the pillow.
Morgan slept in the armchair by the window, one eye open and hoping his boss didn’t catch them like this.
***
Sunday morning someone marched into a police station to find detective Norman Reedus. The man raised his eyes from the news paper.
“You do know I have a family and a kid, right?” he said with a pissed off expression.
“You do know I’m risking my ass for this, right?” was the answer from the person in a beanie and shades. “Is the only day off I have.” A hand offered him a memory stick. “Hurry up, that thing has to go back to my bedroom before ten.”
Norman took it and copied it into a lap top. “What’s this?”
His partner shrugged. “I’m not sure, the kid keeps it close to him at all times, doesn’t let it behind; not even with Os close.”
Norman bit his thin lip with a frown. “You think is about Heyerdahl?”
His partner shrugged with a deep breath. “I hope so, that bastard deserve to die for what he did to the kid.” Reedus saw a retreating back. “See you next Sunday; and give my regards to Lilly.” Norman smiled as he lit his cigarette; he waited three minutes while reading some of the things he had.
He bought hot dogs and marched into a park to find a wild curly back mane following an equally curly kid. “Daddy!” the kid shouted running to him, he had the same deep blue eyes Norman had.
“So?” the woman asked, Norman nodded and she smiled. “I’m worried about this from the start it’s so dangerous, that idiot…”
“Calm down; so far so good.” He said.
***
Jared Padalecki the kid lord had no weaknesses; he was a brutal enemy; and only one thing stopped him from going for the big fishes. Heyerdahl small operation; it hardly moved 10 mill a year, poor bastard without vision.
So the Kid Lord prepared an advance over Heyerdahl.
Heyerdahl only had one weakness, the kid he fucked, a whispered secret. Christopher Heyerdahl liked kids; that much was known; and the poor little whore would be his doom.
Jared found the kid and sent younger people, trying to get to him, trying to talk to him and pull him into his side, but the kid always had that good for nothing Pileggi with him.
He had the car blown, and even hurt Heyerdahl’s PA; everything to get the kid close for a while; just to miss the chance when the kid let another guy push him into an alley and kiss him.
I guess it comes with the territory and Jared thought the same, the darkness and the horrible lust at the sight of such a perfect creature; the picture of innocence and freshness, perfect to spoil and corrupt.
It was like the kid was asking for it.
Just so you know… ? nobody ever, no matter what is asking for it; and Jared will learn that the hard way.
***
Morgan got up a couple weeks after Jensen’s first night in his bed and find it empty, it was usual now, that he had to endure the sounds of how that kid was abused before he had a newly bathed boy in his bed curled against him shivering. “I was going to kill myself.” Jensen confessed one night with marks on his hips and neck, cracked lips, finally settling down after retching violently for what seemed hours. “Until you came I was going to end all this.” Morgan held him that night, and kissed his hair his heart hurting at the idea of the kid gone. This has become a huge mess.
This time he woke up, went to have breakfast and waited for Jensen to come downstairs so they could go to school; it was one of the days he was actually going to school.
Other days he took the kid to meet his new boyfriend. No wonder the kid had so many issues with the story he told him.
After school Jensen asked Morgan to drive him to the mall. “I’m going to buy something for him.” he said.
“You don’t know his size…” Morgan commented puffing smoke out of his mouth and holding his cigg in place at the same time. Jensen sitting on the passenger seat next to him fastened his belt before taking the cigarette from him dragging a long smoke and smiling.
“You’ll have to work as a model…” Jensen roamed his body and smirked. “Shoulders and height, but he’s slimmer…”
Morgan scoffed. “Shut up! I have lots of muscle.”
Jensen cackled looking ahead; still smoking. “whatever you say tubby… now drive!”
Jensen bought a shirt for his boyfriend, but Morgan carried the bag to his room, nobody could know about it.
Christopher found Jensen in his office that afternoon typing furiously on his computer. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Jensen was squinting to the screen as he typed from a note pad on the desk. “Mine broke and I need to finish this for economics tomorrow.”
“Can’t you buy a new one?” Jensen looked at him then.
“Not enough money for a decent one…” Christopher sighed.
The next day Jensen had a huge deposit on his account. Morgan went to buy a new computer and Jensen spent the afternoon with his new boyfriend.
***
Jared was waiting for his lover in a secluded restaurant near a huge mall, the boy promised he’ll be there alone. He was finishing his drink when someone threw himself on his lap and didn’t waste any time to hug him and kiss him.
“There you are monkey…” he said and Jensen chuckled.
“Missed you..” Jensen mewled rubbing himself on Jared’s lap, the guy let out a guttural laugh and held him. “We’re in public, and I won’t risk ruining our plan to destroy that bastard because you’re horny…” he pushed Jensen off and snapped his fingers calling for a waiter.
“I only have like half an hour.” Jensen explained morose. “Until the idiot guard he has following me comes back.”
Jared chuckled. “Does he buy it? The defenseless little darling act?”
Jensen smirked. “Every asshole I know buys my lies; is like a superpower.”
Jared caressed him under the table, his hand getting as high as possible on his thigh. “Except me…? Do you really want to be mine?”
Jensen felt himself getting hard. “I want to make those who hurt me and left me alone to pay. I won’t rest until they’re dead.” His young voice sounded final. “I’d do anything to make them pay.” He said intense eyes fix on Jared’s.
“Gosh…” he said with a lustful groan. “I want to fuck you right now, right here…” the hand on Jensen’s thigh pressed against his crotch. “Soon baby you’ll be with me and Heyerdahl will be an old memory, a bad dream and nothing more.”
Jensen smiled. “You want to fuck me…?” he was blushing making Jared impossible hard in his tailored pants as he grunted a yes. “You do realize I’m hardly 15, right? I’m not legal yet…”
“I don’t care, you let him have you, you’ll let me too.” He said and moved ahead to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, Jensen let him, soft and pliant like every night.
“Shit…!” Jensen got up and offered Jared a small package. “He’s coming. I bought this for you, think about me when you wear it.” he bent and kissed Jared once more. “Soon, when my plan is complete.” Jensen changed memory sticks with Jared and left.
Morgan was holding the car keys and sighed when he saw him. “Where were you? I was worried!” Jensen smiled.
“I just wanted something to drink…” Morgan frowned looking into the store. “Let’s go I have tons of homework.”
They were waiting at the fence of the house when finally the guard turned to Jensen in the back seat. “So?”
Jensen raised his eyes and smirked. “Every asshole I know buys my lies…” he mumbled to himself. “it was perfect… just what I wanted it to be.” He said with a sigh still smirking. When he climbed down of the car Morgan saw a small device on the seat, a microphone and a memory card where the encounter with Jared was recorded.
Jensen kept using the office now and then, under the excuse of his printer not working properly.
“It’s just now and then, Christopher… and is not like you don’t want me here…” he said sitting on the man’s lap as his step father molested him.
***
Part TWO