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Previously Chapter 15 :

John sent the jolt to the Slave's neck.

A little moan heard but didn't move a bit.

John frowned, Dean didn't obey the command. He tried to send it again. Twice and a bit longer. It will hurt him, took his cried slipped out from the tremble lips but still didn't pull his self up to sit.

John observed the boy and saw how pale those lips are. He touched the boy's skin, they were wet and so cold. He checked the hand's pulse. Felt so slow ...

"Damn it!" he opened the cage and scooped the boy out, carried him to the med room. "Bobby!"

Chapter 16

Hurriedly, John laid the lifeless boy on the bed and called the maid. He didn't forget to secure the boy's legs to a short-chain on bed foot and loosed the collar leash.

Bobby came to the med room. "John?"

"He's sick, Bobby..., call Willard"

A maid came to the med room. "Sir?"

"Bring me a towel and warm water," John ordered.

"Yes, Sir..," hurriedly she did what she was told.

"Hey, Dean...," John brushed the sweating face. "Wake up, boy ...," he called him gently as he sponged the boy.

Slowly those little eyes were opened,

"M...," trembling Dean almost answered back, but he held it. He was too weak to speak and too scared to take the jolt for speaking.

John smiled soothe him, "Hey, you are good, Dean ..., you are good..."

Dean panted heavily. Despite of laying naked full expose, he felt a bit comfort to feel the soft mattress beneath him. He's not laying on the floor or in the cage and he could stretch out his legs... Maybe Master would give him a blanket to cover and warm his body. He felt so cold.

But Master didn't give him any.

"Here, drink this," John pulled out the bottle.

Weakly Dean took it and tried to sip it.

"Uhuk!" he coughed and followed by a retch then throwing up hard, over his and Master's nice shirt.

Dean shuddered looked at Master fearfully, he even trembled, Master would mad.

John nodded, "Shh, it's okay...," he soothed him.

Dean's body started to shake, and he's pale as a white sheet.

John scooped him to his arms and hugged the body for the warmest as he wouldn't give anything to cover the naked boy. "Sshh..., I got you, boy..., I got you. You'll be okay..." he soothed and warmed him, didn't care his shirt soaked with vomit.

Dean tensed with the hug. The coldness and the fear, yet it warmed him. His nose stuck on Master's neck, he could smell Master's perfume. It started familiar, and he loved it. He like being held like this. He didn't care if he was naked. He breathe easily.

John sensed the boy's coming to calm. He turned to Bobby, "Bobby, bring his food, with the spoon."

"Aye, Sir..." Bobby went out and come back for less than 5 minutes. He put the bowl on the desk.

John wiped the pale face on his arms, and slowly put him back on the bed.

Dean sighed in disappointment. He wanted to be hugged forever. Please, held me again...

"Clean him," John ordered the maid as he stood up.

The young maid nodded and right away clean the naked body from the puke.

Bobby looked at John's shirt, "I'll bring your clean shirt, Sir," he turned around to leave.

"No," John stopped him. "It's okay, Bobby ..."

Bobby nodded and stayed back.

Dean looked a little bit relax after a maid cleaned him up, but was still breath heavily. John took the bowl.

"Hey, Son, would you like to eat now ...?" Master asked the boy gently, with caressed the cold cheek.

Dean shuddered and shook in horror.

"You need to eat, boy ..."

Dean kept shaking and he pleaded with his eyes.

John sighed, "Okay, I won't force you...," he put the bowl down.

Dean sighed in relief. His body gave in again, he slowly closed his eyes again.

Bobby watched in sympathy. "No wonder, he fainted."

John nodded. "But don't worry, he'll eat."

Dean's body started to shiver again.

It wasn't long when the doctor finally came with his young female assistance.

Dr. Louis Willard looked at the naked pale and now bald boy, on the bed without any cover. "Ah, the new lad..., It's Dean, right?" He remembered the name when he did the full check a week ago. "What happened to him?"

"Not sure what happened, Doc, but he fell unconscious, sweating and cold..."

"He's on training?" Louis assumed by the boy's baldness.

"Yes, started yesterday."

Louis nodded and examined the boy. He checked everything carefully. The blood pressure on 88/48 so low; the heartbeat was 115, a bit faster; saturation on 60 and the temp started to rise at 38,6° C.

He sighed as he finished, "Let's put him on IV, to give him some fluid and nutrition," he turned to his nurse. "Want him on oxygen?" Louis asked The Master.

John shook his head, "No, let him breathe on his own."

"Okay. Then let me set him on the heart and blood pressure monitor. But if his oxygen level drops to 50, we have to put him on oxygen."

John nodded understand.

"Okay," Louis nodded and told the nurse to set the machine and then put the boy on an IV. This medical room had its owns medical equipment for the slaves, so there's no need to go to the hospital. John Winchester had his own needs in his mansion, and that made his job easier as their doctor.

"He's a bit dehydrated, and his stomach felt empty. He fed well?" Louis noticed the mush bowl on the bedside desk.

Dean winced little when the needle came into his vein. He's too weak to fight.

John shook his head, "Not too much, he refused it. I think he's stopped eating since last night. But I kept him drink."

"Yeah, but still couldn't hold. I believe, he's having a shock system."

John sighed, "Yeah, I can see that. He didn't fight, he just didn't like the food."

Louis nodded, "He hadn't accepted it... and the sudden change of his normal life and his usual meal, giving his body a little bit protest."

"He had to learn it. Like it or not, he has to take it. It's their only food, I wouldn't give another."

"I know," Louis nodded. Being a John Winchester medical advisor to all his slaves for years, he understands why he kept feeding the slaves with only mush. And for that, he made the formula menu for the mush that enough nutrition for what their body needed, without any seasoning and solid food. That how the slaves kept alive without any serious health issue.

"But he needs to eat..." Louis stated, looking to the weak lifeless boy.

"Oh, yes, sure he will," John sighed, "Put him on NG, Doc. Double."

Louis stunned and looked at the Master. "It will block his airways..."

"I don't care. I ain't letting my slave die starving. He couldn't push it down, so we take another way. And I want it double tube. If he couldn't take the tube then he should eat on his own..."

Louis sighed, "Okay." He turned to the nurse. "Prepare for the NG."

The nurse nodded and prepare everything.

Dean's eyes opened as he felt the backboard was pulled up onto sitting straight. And Sir Bobby strapped his chest to the bed and secured his hand to the bolted ring on both side bed.

John looked at the boy, "I'm sorry, boy, I really hate doing this to you, but we have to put you on a feeding tube. I don't want a dying Slave," he said sternly.

Dean even paled as he saw a nurse looked, pulled a trolley with medical stuff.

The doctor was ready with his latex gloves, "Okay. Hold his head," Louis commanded, "If he struggles, there could be an accident."

Dean watched in horror as he saw the doctor took out a long tube and lubricated in the end hole.

Louis had the tube on his hand. The tube was quite big, the biggest adult size, to accommodate the thick mush down to the throat. He faced the boy. "Okay, Dean, I will insert this to your nose, down to your stomach. You just follow the instruction, and you'll be fine."

Dean shook his head in protest, "No, Master, please no..." he took a risk to speak, plead to Master Winchester.

But Master John kept his coldness, and Sir Bobby's strong hands firmly held his head.

Louis could feel the tense, "Take a deep breath, Boy, and relax," he guided him and started to push the tube through Dean's right nose hole.

But Dean couldn't relax. He chocked as the long big thing entered his nose, and went through the nostril, almost blocking the air "Ugh!" Dean choked uncomfortably when it reached the throat. It hurts. He fought and struggled on his bound.

"Don't move, boy, you will moving the tube wrong way. Just breath normal, and tried to swallow it," Louis held the tube to avoid the harm.

But Dean kept struggle, his teary eyes showed how to hurt it was when the tube was pushed down painfully. He's pale and full of distress. "Uhuk! Uhuk!" he coughed badly. Then retch again.

Louis had to withdraw the tube a bit. "Okay, let's take a break. Just breathe..., breathe..."

Dean coughed and breathed heavily. "M...as...ter pl...ea...se..." he cried.

But John just shook his head, "It's for your own good," then gave a sign to the doctor to carry on.

Louis nodded and tried again. He pushed the tube again. Bobby held the boy's head even firm.

"Uhuk!" Dean felt the pressure again down his nostrils, uncomfortable. He whimpered.

"Swallowed it, boy...," Louis instructed him.

"Do as he said, Boy, it will less pain. Don't make you harder," John told him.

Dean was panting hard but slowly tried to swallow it. He closed his eyes tightly, as the doctor pushed the tube down even deeper. It's so hurt and so sore.

"Uhuk...! Uhuk...!" Dean was desperately accepting the tube. He was panting hard.

It felt so long when finally the doctor stopped pushing.

Louis checked it with pulling the syringe on the tube and saw the yellow acid, came through the tube. "Okay, it's in and good," he nodded, and then taped the tube to the nose and cheek. "Let's have another."

Dean didn't hear it and thought it's over, but Sir Bobby didn't let go of his head, and the doctor came with another tube, the same size. Dean watched in horror and struggled again. But the more he struggled, the tighter Sir Bobby held his head.

Dean closed his eyes as the doctor inserted the tube on his left hole and pushed it down.

"Uhuk!" he coughed felt the pressure, and blocked his airways. He felt so full inside his nostrils and throat, almost couldn't breathe.

"Breathe slowly, Dean, and pushed it down."

Dean closed his eyes even tight as he tried to push it down. His eyes teary with the pain, but the doctor kept pushing. He cried but tried to breathe.

The doctor did the same on checking the tube position and then secured it to his nose and cheek. He pulled the end of the tubes to Dean's back and slipped it under the collar to make it secured.

"Alright, its done," Louis sighed relief.

Bobby let the head off. Dean was wet with tears, and he could see how to distress the boy. His lips were so white. Bobby wiped the boy's tears.

Louis read the heart monitor, and it's racing high, up to 120, with the saturation on 80. He let the boy calm a while

"Here, drink this," John took a glass of freshwater and drank it to the boy slowly.

Dean was so thirsty, and he swallowed them fast till he choked again.

"Slow down, Slave, you can't drink fast."

Dean panting hard. He didn't like this. The sweat was over his head. He was so exhausted. He slumped, motionless. He's too tired now.

John patted the bold head. "Just relax, take a deep breath."

Dean tried to breathe steadily. Two strange things went passed his throat, close blocking his breathing. They tortured him.

As the boy a bit rilex, Louis asked for the food. "Let's try it," he signed the nurse to feed him.

The nurse filled the syringe with the mush in it. She connected it to the end of the tube, then pushed then slowly. The mush went through the tube, down to his stomach.

Dean was too exhausted to fight again. He just closed his eyes, as he felt something strange inside his body.

The feeding went till the empty bowl. The nurse flushed the tube with fresh water.

Dean was still motionless, and hopeless. He didn't care anymore what they did to him. They tormented him.

John caressed the boy with love..., "Shss... I'm sorry, but you'll be okay boy..., you'll be okay... just take a rest, you may sleep now..."

Dean whimpered, he was too tired. He just wanted to sleep and ease this pain. He finally closed his eyes.

John sighed, and looked at the pale nakedness. Somehow he felt guilty, forcing the boy, but its something to be done. He knew this could be traumatic. But Dean had to learn. He had to accept everything.

"Alright, I've his blood sample, I'll take it the lab, see if there's something else we need to worry. I'll be back when the result comes. I let Evie stay, too watch over him, she'll report to me if anything happened."

"Okay, Doc, thank you."

Louis nodded, "Sure thing. Just take an easy on him, okay..."

"Yeah," John nodded. "Bobby will walk you out, Doc."

Louis nodded and left the medical room.

John stayed with the boy until Bobby came back.

He sighed as Bobby came and stood beside him, "I don't get it, Bobby. He spent a year on juvenile and a few months on the compound..., shouldn't giving him a shock, isn't?"

"Well, they didn't keep naked," Bobby looked to the naked sleeping boy. "And they ate normal food, not to mention, they still have a free spirit. But when they came fully enslavement, there's something they had to compromise. Sometimes, body and mind didn't work altogether, it needed time ..."

"Yeah...," John nodded.

"Take it slowly, John, don't push too hard. He's still adjusting with all this."

John nodded. "I know. We never had like this before."

"Because mostly you had them willingly. Luckily, you didn't have to train them hard. I've warned you, John, he's wouldn't be easy.."

John sighed.

"Maybe he's not the one, John? ... It's not too late to let him free. He still has a chance to gain his life back," Bobby advised.

John went to think but shook his head. "No, Bobby, he's the one. I just knew it. But I'll see him in a week. If he kept struggling, I had to let him go. I don't like the desperate one, I need them happy."

Bobby nodded. John Winchester may be harsh and stern, but he was full of passion. He knew how to take care of his slaves.

John sighed and stood up, I'll change my shirt. Let me know if anything happened to him."

Bobby nodded, "Aye, Boss," and watched him leave the room.

John went to his room for taking shower and clean his self up. As he finished, he went back to the medical room to see how Dean's doing. And the boy still fell asleep, laid secure spread naked. The room had set into warm tempt, so Dean wouldn't freezing even without any cover. He read the monitor and it seemed good, and the nurse convinced him not to worry.

John sighed relieved before moving to another room, he still had another slave to check, and he'd left him quite long, maybe three hours? Hopefully, he's fine.

John entered the punishment room to hear the nuzzling sound and the heavily steady breath. The boy was still on the position he was left, not moving, not even whimpering, just a silent sobbed. Joshua nodded to confirm the boy was still fine, even with this long term torturous.

John came approached to check him. First, he checked the device that still moving inside the boy. It looked so red, and he knew its a bit swollen and must be so sore. Then he moved to check the boy. That pale face was wet with sweating and tears, with mouth drooling. He checked the boy's pulse, seemed steady, and the breathing sound good, John sighed relieved. He knew maybe he's gone a little bit too far, and he's glad, the boy's still fine. He'll let Louis checked all the bruises.

John moved back to the legs and turned off the vibrator.

Sam gasped as the device stopped moving. "M...master...?" his voice cracking hoarse. He's so glad, Master finally came.

"Yes, Pet," he responded. "Take a deep breath," John told him and drew the vibrator along with the hooks out.

"Aarghh..." Sam hissed in pain and relief to be freed from those things.

John noticed blood dripping from the hole. He wept with clean cloth them dry and pressed it.

"Argh...!" Sam gasped in shock.

"Sshh... it's okay..., it's okay..." John soothed. Louis will check it later. Hopefully, there's no internal damage.

Sam held his breath as Master touched his burnt scrotal.

John checked the new brand. It was still wet, but no sign infection. He sighed then pulled up the chairs back to a straight position, and slowly released the boy's ankles. Put them down.

"Arrgh...," Sam moaned in pain again. The cramp legs, and the throbbing rectum. He knew it swollen, and it would be so sore when he's shitting.

"Shsh..., it's okey..., it's over now, boy ..." John calmed the boy., and release the hand's hand chest restrain.

Sam's body slumped to John's shoulder as his body freed, lifeless.

"Okey, .. okey... let's get you out of here, boy," John soothed him. He kissed the boy before picked up him with his strong hands and carried him out.

"Forgive me, Master..." Sam whimpered in Master's neck.

"Ssh..., I forgive you, son..." John soothed.

Joshua watched with sympathy. Sometimes it was hard to see the boy hurt and in pain. Sam was like his child. But its where the boy's place, as Master Winchester's Pet. He sighed, before following Master behind.

John brought the boy back to his room.

"Wash him, clean and take care of the swollen. Clothed him but no underwear, it will still hurt him. Cover him with a blanket. Give him a drink and let him rest. Dr. Willard will check on him. I'll be my room, I need to lay down."

"Yes, Sir," Joshua nodded and watched the boss leave before he started to attend the favorite slave.

John went back to his room and laid on his couch. He sighed a deep breath. What an exhausting day. He never thought it would be this tough, taking care of two pets. It never liked this before. The childish Sam and The Fragile Dean. He loved the two, and he would do anything to make them happy.

TBC

Soo..., what do you think? Was it too harsh for Dean? I'm sorry... hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable. Let me know your thought. And thank you for reading

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