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Chapter 14

As Dean relaxed on the couch feeling Jess’s head bob up and down, he heard the ding of an email come in. He leaned over and opened it up, impressed that Jess didn’t miss a beat. The contents in the email made his crooked smile grow wider.
“Rory has already completed her list. What a good girl, I must reward her soon.” he glanced down at Jess’s moving head as it went up and down his shaft. He was getting quite good at this, but Dean couldn’t let him know that quite yet; can’t have him getting full of himself. Jess’s wrists were bound to each other behind his back, as he leaned on his knees to get to his Master’s cock. Jess had to physically lift himself up and down to go up and down the slick shaft. It seemed like quite a workout to Dean, but Jess wasn’t breaking a sweat. As Jess went down his cock once more, Dean suddenly grabbed the back of Jess’s head and held it there, pumping deeply. Caught off guard, Jess gagged and struggled at first before stopping and attempting to catch his breath as his mouth and throat was full of Dean’s large manhood. Dean held him there for a few more seconds, relishing in the feeling of Jess’s throat constrict on his dick before letting go. Jess shot up on his knees coughing and gasping for breath. Dean smirked at his reaction before standing up and walking to the desk by the window, now dorn with proper curtains, and hit print on the template Rory had sent. He was glad his parents had given him their old printer a while back and he had been able to get it from Linsday’s.

Ignoring Jess’s attempts to regain normal breathing, Dean said, “Rory made this template for us. I want you to work on filling this out while I’m at work today. I want us to sit down and discuss everything when I get home tonight. Make sure it’s done before then.”

Jess, who had finally regained his normal rate of breath, stayed in his spot with his head bent and softly responded “Yes Sir.” As Dean walked off to get dressed for work. Before heading off to work Dean added,

“You also need to be thinking of what to say to Luke. Lorelai won’t sit on this information for long. If you don’t want the situation to get worse, you need to talk to him.”

Jess did not respond, but did nod his head slowly. Work was slow at the construction site and Dean’s mind kept wandering off to Jess and Rory, trying to come up with more fun ideas for them. Sadly this was not the case as he pulled his shift at Doose’s market as there was a steady stream of customers the whole time keeping his mind on his work. By the time he was headed home, with the sun setting, his head was aching and he just wanted a long shower, and potentially play with Jess a little also. He was surprised however when he opened the door and was hit with a welcoming aroma of cooked pasta and cheese.

“What’s this?” he asked a smiling Jess who was standing in the kitchen with nothing but an apron and his collar on checking something in the oven.

“Well I know I was getting tired of take out, and I assumed you were also. I saw the ingredients to make a poor man’s lasagna so I went ahead and did it.” Jess replied, pulling a casserole dish out of the oven. Dean smiled, Jess really was changing before his eyes. His cold exterior was beginning to melt and the walls were coming down. Dean set down his stuff and pulled Jess into a tight hug. He felt Jess tense at first, his natural reaction, but Dean held on. After a few seconds he began to feel Jess relax into his arms and return the hug.

“I’m proud of you.” Dean whispered into Jess’s ear. At that, Jess fully relaxed and put his weight into the hug relying on Dean to support him.

After another pause, a quiet “Thank you Sir”, was heard. They stood there for a moment just holding each other. Dean was again surprised by how comfortable he felt with Jess now. How had they come so far so fast? Not so long ago just his name made Dean’s voice boil. Now, he could see Jess as a human. Someone who he wanted to protect. However, that doesn’t mean that Jess was off scott free. Dean knew that Rory could never be okay with some of his darker fantasies. Those would have to be reserved for Jess alone. He smirked with anticipation of that time. He let go of Jess and sat at the table waiting to be served. Jess gathered plates and cups and served the poor man’s lasagna to Dean. He began to put some onto his own plate when Dean stopped him.

“Now, what is wrong with this picture? I appreciate the food, but that doesn’t mean that it gives you a free pass. Where do you eat unless told otherwise?” Jess’s body tensed and his face retracted into anger for the briefest second before it was gone. There it was, there’s that anger that Dean knew was still in him. No matter how much it appeared that Jess was suddenly domesticated, he knew that he was still a wild boy who would skip town if given the chance. Dean gestured to a lower cupboard against the wall. Jess slumped and opened it up. It was filled with the supplies they had gotten together at the pet store. To the left were two bowls stacked within each other. Jess grabbed them both and started putting the cooling lasagna into the bowl and then stood patently looking towards Dean obviously unsure of what to do. He glanced a few times towards the chair waiting for approval. Dean decided to ignore him for a few minutes while slowly eating the tasty meal that had been provided. Eventually, he glanced at Jess, then glanced down at the floor next to him. Jess needed to learn his place once and for all.

“You do not have the right to sit at the table and eat. That is something to be earned. Until you are told otherwise, all of your meals will be eaten from this bowl from the floor. Is that understood?” Jess walked over to Dean and kneeled to the floor.

A quiet “Yes Sir,” could be heard muttering from his breath. Good, he wasn’t going to pick a fight. Dean really did not feel like dealing with it right now, but would if he had to. Jess kneeled over and began to take bites of his food like a dog. Dean had been somewhat worried that the food would be too hot and would burn his tongue, but he said nothing. After several minutes, Jess sat up on his heels.

“Sir,” he began, waiting for permission to continue. Dean waved his hand for him to continue. “Sir, I am quite thirsty. How can I.. May I have a drink?” Without a word, Dean rose from his seat and walked to the sink grabbing the other bowl from the counter and filled it from the sink. He sat it down beside the food bowl and sat back down finishing up his plate. Pushing his chair back out Dean left the room leaving his plate on the table. He stopped in the hallway listening. He was very curious what Jess would do on his own. It was quiet, Dean glanced around the corner and spotted Jess still kneeling on the ground, now drinking his water from the bowl, still sitting on the floor. A small warmth of pride grew in Dean’s chest. He crept slowly up behind Jess and knelt down beside him. Jess jumped a little realizing Dean was there and turned towards him, keeping his head down. Dean stroked the side of Jess’s face with his thumb,

“Good boy,” he whispered.

Jess leaned his head into Dean’s hand as he rose leaving Jess to finish his dinner. 30 minutes later Dean stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. He threw on some sweat pants and walked into the living room. Glancing in the kitchen he saw that his place had been clean and the bowls were missing from the floor. Jess was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch flipping channels on the tv.

“Did you finish filling out your chart?” Dean asked, gesturing to the desk with the rules on it.

“As much as I could, the thing was written for chicks. But I filled it out as best as I could. There’s a few things on there like hell I’m doing. Just so you know.”

Dean raised his eyebrows at the bravery of Jess’s words, but said nothing, walking and picking up the sheet of paper with Jess’s name on the top. It was pretty much what he expected from him, but focused on the hard no’s first.

“Let’s see, wow, so many hard limits on the checklist…. No public humiliation, no rape roleplay, no breath play, no piercings? Several soft limits too…. Hum. Interesting.” Dean muttered as he turned to the rule list. “So for you there are only 4 rules that are hard no’s huh? And about What’s wrong with calling your mouth a cunt huh? I sort of like that. It’s what I used it for anyways.” Dean walked over straddling Jess against the couch; the outline of his package brushing up against Jess’s face.

“It just seemed like a chick thing that’s all. I’m not a chick.”

“Oh really?” Dean smirked, raising an eyebrow and feeling that oh so familiar urge to dominate, “We’ll see about that.” He took a step back, looking at the list again. “Scared to be used as furniture huh? Afraid that you aren’t strong enough to hold me up? Or is it an endurance issue?” goaded Dean. He knew that Jess would hate it. He glanced at Jess for a second and saw his face twisting with emotion, the chip on his shoulder becoming more apparent. “And what’s this? You don’t want your butt to touch a seat when you’re in a skirt? Afraid it’s gonna be too cold?”

“Why the hell would I be wearing a skirt?!” Jess hissed, jumping to his feet challenging him. Dean was on him before he could take a single step and shoved him hard, causing him to fall on the couch. Dean pinned him in place with a forearm across Jess’s chest and a strong hold of his throat, all humor lost on his face. “You will wear whatever the fuck I say you will wear. It is a privilege for you to even have access to clothes at all. If I say you are going to wear a skirt then dammit you’re wearing a skirt. You will wear a fucking ball gown if I say so. Got it?”

Jess continued to stare into Dean’s eyes with anger huffing and puffing trying to push Dean off of him. Dean simply leaned further into him pinning him more securely into the couch. Jess’s body stiffened. A look of resolve etched onto his face staring Dean down.

SMACK

Dean had let go of Jess’s throat and smacked Jess’s inner thigh... hard. Jess rose off of the couch slightly from the pain, but couldn’t go farther due to Dean holding him in place. “Do you need another or are you going to remember your place, slave?” Jess continued to breathe heavily, but began to relax his body. After a minute or so, he was able to get his breathing under control. He relaxed his body fully and turned his head to the side,

“I’m sorry Sir, I should have had better control over my emotions.”

“You got that the fuck right.” Dean replied standing up. “I have a surprise for you by the way.” Jess’s head twitched looking up, but avoiding Dean’s eyes. Dean picked the list of rules and the checklist and held them in front of Jess’s face as he ripped it in half. Jess’s eyes grew larger as he realized what that meant. “I don’t really give a fuck what you think slave. We aren’t in a relationship despite what we might have said to Rory. I don’t care about your limits or your wants. You do what I say, when I say it. That’s it. That’s all that matters between us. Is that understood?” Jess sat there staring at the pieces of paper on the floor, not moving. Dean watched him intently, ready to take further control of the situation if necessary. Jess’s face shifted between rage and void of emotion. Almost as though Jess was fighting against every fiber in his being to not beat the shit out of Dean.

Finally, with his face a perfect mask, hiding any emotion, Jess said quietly “Yes Sir.” and sank to the floor. Accepting the submission, Dean took a step back to look at the young man. He noticed Jess’s body had naturally fallen into what almost looked like the lay down position. Jess was face down on the floor with his knees bent under him. His head to the floor, all that was missing was the proper hand placement of his hands over his head; he had instead kept them by his side. This was decent progress, he hadn’t taught Jess any positions officially yet. Deciding to take advantage of the situation and trying to move forward, Dean said,

“Good. Seeing that you are so enthusiastic about being in positions, I think it is time to officially begin your training. Is this understood?”

Jess lifted his head slightly with a confused look on his face, but still answered “Yes Sir.”

“Good, let us begin. Do what I say, as I say it. Sit up onto your knees with your feet together. Your knees should be spread a bit, about a foot apart. Your weight should be on your heels with your hands on your legs palms up.” Jess copied what Dean said as he spoke, listening intently to each word. “Good, your back should be straight with your head held high though your eyes down on the ground unless told otherwise.” Jess adjusted his body according to Dean’s words. Dean began to slowly walk around Jess inspecting him. “This is the teach position. You will be finding yourself in this position quite often in the coming weeks. This position is perfect for teaching you your role as well as conveying important information to you.” Dean paused standing in front of Jess. “What is this position called?” he asked.

“Teach” Jess responded promptly.

“Good, now stand.” Jess stood up, staying in place. “Teach,” Dean said again. Jess sank to his knees and tried to recreate the position. Dean tapped Jess’s hands, reminding him to flip them palm up, and tapped the small of his back, making sure Jess wasn’t slouching at all. “Not bad. Now there is one other position I want to teach you tonight. That is Spot.” Jess’s eyebrow twitched up for the briefest second, and Dean bent over smacking his ass. He made a mental note to keep a switch or paddle on him for easier reach. Both you and Rory will have a spot in the apartment that is your own. You will be sent there for contemplation. When necessary, it may also be used during punishments. Your spot is in our bedroom. Follow me.” He turned and walked away towards the bedroom hearing Jess rise and follow behind. He went to the corner of the bedroom by the dresser. This is your spot, when you are sent here you may kneel or sit however you want, however you may not lay down without explicit permission. You must also not slouch while in this position, I expect my slave to have good posture, is this understood?”

“Yes Sir.” Jess responded firmly.

“Good, if you are sent to your spot while in punishment you must do the following, go into any kneeling position, such as teach, and keep your nose pinned to the wall. While you are in training, I may cuff your hands behind your back and place a coin for you to hold with your nose to make sure you are doing it properly.” Dean smirked at Jess, raising his eyebrow at the thought. The idea of Jess having to hold a coin to the wall with his nose was positively hilarious. “This concludes your first lesson. Each time we complete a training you are to thank your Master for taking the time to make you a better slave.” He paused waiting for Jess. Jess quickly took the hint saying,

“Thank you Sir for training me.”

Dean walked up to him stroking Jess’s face, “Good boy. Now go to your spot and begin thinking of how you are going to talk to Luke. I am off tomorrow and we are going to get this out of the way.”

Jess’s face paled at these words but only responded with a quiet, “Yes Sir.” before going to his spot and sitting with his legs crossed. Glancing at his watch, Dean saw it was only 7:30 but he was exhausted from pulling a double shift between his two jobs and went to lay down. He called from the bed to Jess saying,

“When you have come up with a plan that you think I will approve of, you may leave your spot and sleep in the kennel.” He gestured to the mastiff sized kennel against the wall by the bed that they had set up the night before. “Taking your actions into consideration, you have not earned the privilege of sleeping in my bed tonight.”

He heard a soft “Yes Sir.” From the corner and he shut his eyes. He drifted in and out of sleep before finally hearing Jess closing the kennel door. Glancing at his watch he saw it was 11:30. “Wow,” he thought, “he either really struggled, or he really took his time with this. Maybe both.” With that final thought, he allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep.
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