'thoughts'

Warnings: near rape here, abuse, nasty language…underage stuff in here, watch out!

The soft snick of the door shutting behind him sounded like a death knell to Jared as he stood in the over spacious office that was the private workplace at the mayor's sprawling mansion which was located outside of the city. He had been driven there in a police car and the officer in charge of his case, Lieutenant Steven Carlson, had accompanied him into the main building grimly. They had followed the butler that had greeted them at the door into the office and were now awaiting the appearance of the mayor, who was said to be in a meeting at the moment. Jared glanced around at the room and grimaced at the rather rustic décor that was supposed to hide what was most likely the mayor's own dark secrets with false homey feelings. The large floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the room on two of the four walls looked out over the well manicured lawn and currently fall colored gardens. He could see a fountain in the center of the yard surrounded by white cobblestones that were most likely bleached marble. It made him sick at the opulence that this man who claimed to be a 'man of the people' had.

He turned to look at his probation officer and was surprised to see regret and worry on the kind face. He felt his heart melting a little bit and decided to give this guy a break. "So, do you do this a lot? Is it...bad do you think?" he asked quietly and smiled hopefully when Lt. Carlson looked over at him in surprise.

A soft sigh left Lt. Carlson before he glanced away again. "Yea, I kinda do. Ever since...well, let's just say things changed over the past few years. I wish it were different..." he trailed off as he looked around as well, obviously avoiding Jared's eyes.

Curious, Jared shuffled a bit closer. "Are the rumors true? The kids that've been killed recently...they all were serving time with Welling, weren't they?" he questioned in a lower tone, his congeniality dropping as Lt. Carlson glanced at him. He felt his stomach churning at the look of resignation and sadness there and vowed right then and there to get away when he saw the opportunity. He turned to face front once more with a solemn frown.

The door opening to their left startled them both from their thoughts and they turned to see the smirking mayor sauntering in. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. You know those silly meetings never end when you need them to *most*," he stated cheerfully as he went around them to his desk. He sat down and nodded at Lt. Carlson. "Steve...it's been a while," he commented genially and Jared wanted to spit at the smug grin on the handsome face.

"Yes sir," Lt. Carlson answered blandly as he stood more at attention. "This is Jared Padalecki. He'll be serving fifty hours with you as community service," he explained formally.

"Good, good...take off his cuffs. You did microchip him, right?" Welling inquired as he watched Jared. His lips tipped a bit in amusement as Jared glared at him, but the youth kept quiet as his handcuffs were removed. The mayor's eyes hooded a bit as he watched the slender fingers rub each wrist instinctively to get the blood flowing.

"Yes sir. You will be able to track him if he should attempt to escape," Lt. Carlson replied flatly as he took the cuffs and put them into his side holster. He glanced at Jared and the young man could see the apology there.

"Excellent. The number is in his file, I presume?" Welling asked distractedly as he kept his focus on Jared. The youth had his arms crossed belligerently in front of his chest and it was impressive to say the least. Obviously the boy had been raised on a farm or had worked out to have such incredible musculature for his age. He also was most likely still growing, but the youth was already just an inch or so shorter than the mayor. He was certainly going to enjoy breaking this boy and bending him over. He looked over though as he heard Lt. Carlson's response and smirked. He knew the man was uncomfortable to say the least with what the mayor did with the juveniles that came into his 'service', but besides the initial suspicions on the mayor's involvement of the recent deaths, the officer couldn't really say anything. He'd be labeled as an accomplice at the very least. "Very good, Steve. You can go now. I think it's time I got Mr. Padalecki informed on our...routine here," he said dismissively as he leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers in front of his face. He kept his gaze on the rebellious teen as the officer left them.

Jared stared back defiantly as he tried to quell his inner fear and churning as Lt. Carlson left them alone. He didn't like this guy one bit, but he had to do his time. Didn't mean he had to do it *nicely*. "So, we just gonna have ourselves a little starin' contest or are you gonna tell me what I'm supposed to do while I'm stuck in this hellhole?" he drawled out impatiently as the silence dragged out several minutes long.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll know what gets done around here soon enough," Tom responded lowly as he smirked and Jared felt a frisson of fear shoot through him at the lust he could see. He watched as the mayor flipped open his file and brought it up so he could read it while watching Jared. "So, you're from San Antonio. What brings you to the Big Apple?"

Sneering, Jared shifted his posture just a bit so that it was bored instead of defensive. "What all youngsters need: big lights, big money, and big cocks," he responded as he flicked off the mayor.

But the mayor laughed instead of getting angry and shut the file with a soft thwap. "Well that works now doesn't it? I've got all of that and I've got *you* under my thumb. I think this will be a good *working* relationship," Welling said as he stood up and straightened his suit coat before walking around his desk to the now very wary teen. He slowly walked around Jared, eyeing him up and down critically before reaching out and gripping Jared's ass.

"Hey! Back off, you pervert!" Jared snapped out as he lashed back and dodged forward. But he grunted as, with a simple twist, Welling had his wrist gripped hard and pinned up to almost the top of his shoulder. He hissed as his shoulder strained with the pain and couldn't fight back as he was pushed forward.

"You're *mine* to play with until *I* say so, Padalecki. You painted a pretty good cock on my Benz, but I'm going to paint your body with my own load whenever I want. And there's nothing and *no one* who can stop me," Welling purred lightly against Jared's ear and Jared felt his stomach roil as he felt the hard line of the mayor's cock pressing into his ass crack.

"No!" Jared groaned out as his feet were kicked apart. He couldn't let this happen! With a jerk, he knocked his head back and cracked Welling in the head. With satisfaction, he heard Welling's grunt of pain as the hold loosened on his wrist. Breathing deeply through his own pain, he snapped his wrist free and shouldered back, pushing Welling backwards a few steps, enough to give him the room to dodge around the older man. He gripped his arm as he ran and ignored the shout from behind him as he ran out the door. He glanced back to make sure he was safe, but then suddenly ran into a large body and fell back onto his ass. He yelped in pain as he gripped his throbbing shoulder, and then snarled as he was lifted up by his shirt collar. "Let me go, you fucker! I ain't lettin' no asshole rape me for his jollies!" he shouted as he struggled to get free. But he then his world exploded into stars as he was punched in the jaw and he groaned as he was dropped to the ground, where he clutched his face as it pounded in agony.

"Good work, Boreanaz. This kid's going to be tougher to break than the others. Put him in the cellar with Murray, no food or water for a day. We'll see if he'll change his tune then."

Jared looked up blearily as he was hauled roughly to his feet and glared at Welling as the mayor smirked down at him. "You keep dreamin', asshole. I ain't bein' no pecker hole for the likes o'you," he spat out before wiping a hand over his lip to get the blood from where his lip had cut over his teeth.

Smirking, Tom ran a hand through his hair confidently. "Oh don't worry...I don't care what you *think*. You'll be my fuck toy soon enough. I *always* get what I want," he replied dangerously and sneered as Jared growled at him as he was led away. He touched his lip where Jared's head had cut it over his own teeth. 'Oh yes...he will be *fun* to break,' he thought in amusement as he smirked before heading back into his office. He had time.

*~*~*

Jared tried to jerk his arms free again from the pin that the silent Boreanaz had on him, but could only growl in frustration as he was foiled once again.  He tripped a bit as they started down the cement and wooden staircase that led into the basement and he cussed again in annoyance as he was roughly straightened and shoved along at the same time as they went into the dark area. He squinted and tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was almost pitch black. But that wasn't to last as a light suddenly snapped on and ripped away the darkness with unforgiving brightness. He groaned as he closed his eyes and looked away to try and adjust, but he wasn't allowed a reprieve as he was pushed down the last of the stairs and into the cold almost empty room. He opened his tearing eyes and looked around cautiously before catching sight of a figure that was chained against the farthest wall. "Hey! What the fu-"

"Shut up and get moving, kid," Boreanaz snarled as he drove Jared forward towards the wall, where another set of chains could be seen dangling against the wall. He maneuvered Jared around as the teen kicked and cursed, obviously trying to get away, but the older man wasn't deterred in the slightest. He finally punched Jared in the gut and quickly cuffed him to the wall as the boy gagged and fell to his knees as he gasped for air. He then went over to the other boy and patted his cheek. "You still with us, Murray?" he asked snidely and got a weak snarl from the blond. He smirked before straightening and headed back upstairs, ignoring Jared's shouts and threats as he went upstairs.

Darkness plunged over the two and Jared flopped backwards with a huff. "Fuckin' wonderful," he snarled softly while straining at the chains.

"What'd you do, man?" floated out next to him and Jared looked over blindly before knocking his head back against the cement wall in frustration.

"Wouldn't let that sleaze mayor use me as his personal blowhole. You?" he replied and turned his head automatically towards the other youth even though they couldn't see each other.

"About the same, 'cept I was blowin' his wife behind his back," the blond answered and snickered, which got a weak chuckle from Jared. "Didn't like that since he'd wanted to bang me," the youth added and Jared grunted. "So who are you?"

"Name's Jared. Jared Padalecki. You?" Jared responded as he shifted in an effort to get comfortable.

"Chad Michael Murray. I'd heard about you. Heard you did some fine 'art' on the mayor's car. He wasn't happy," Chad commented and Jared snickered nastily.

"Aw dang. I guess I'll just hafta do somethin' to make it better. Maybe I should be like that Bobbitt lady and learn me some good choppin' techniques," Jared drawled and grinned as Chad laughed softly next to him.

"That'd be fun to see, but I don't think you should mess with his High and Mightiness, the honorable Mayor of NYC. People end up dead or worse when they cross him," Chad commented and Jared could hear the warning.

Frowning as he jingled his chains some more, Jared rolled his head away. He was in deep *shit*.

TBC