Cachorro | By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 11087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter 10
“You’re calling me WHAT?!” Hotch blurted, eyes wide.
“Outlaw.” Winters said with a grin. “… Why?” “Because it’s funny.” Garcia said with a grin on the computer screen. Hotch stared at the grins on her and JJ’s faces, then threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey Hotch… It was either that, or Cassanova.” JJ offered with a shrug. “If that’s supposed to make me feel better…” “Yeah… a choice of either ‘Bad Guy’ or ‘Man Whore’.” Rossi chuckled, and the others laughed. “Alright, you’ve had your fun.” Hotch snorted. “Now le’s get to work.”
Reid spent dinner on his cushion on the floor at Coronado’s side, literally leaning against the man, his head resting on his master’s thigh, sighing softly at the fingers running through his hair. Whenever he was offered a tidbit of food from his master’s plate he nibbled slowly, eyes distant… empty of all emotion but despair.
He blankly chewed his steak and steamed vegetables, and sipped the soup from the offered spoon without tasting any of it. It was the same with the juice, and even the dessert that Coronado allowed him to have. He never said a word as the man scooped him up into his arms and carried him outside. Coronado felt the boy tense, but he simply smiled and kissed the top of his head and cuddled him close. They got to the pool and Coronado laid Reid down on one of the inflatable rafts and gave it a push, sending it floating into the middle of the pool (after checking for Anacondas, of course). Then Coronado shucked off his clothes and slid in, beginning to do some laps. While normally Reid would have spouted off the risks of swimming right after eating, he stayed silent, curling up on the raft and closing his eyes as the water rocked him into a light doze. He snoozed for a good half hour before cool drops of water began to fall onto his body, soaking through the thin pants and shirt. Reid opened his eyes. Lightning lit up the sky and the rain gently pattered down, but it was slowly picking up. Coronado stopped swimming and looked up, then turned. His eyes fell on his young captive. With every drop of rain, the boy’s thin white clothing grew more and more transparent. Coronado felt his own chest rumble in a growl, and then he was swimming towards the youth. Reid watched him come, blinking. Then, the man’s arms reached out and seized the boy’s wrist. Reid gasped as he was pulled off of the raft and into the warm water of the pool. The man shoved the shirt off of Reid’s shoulder and the pants off of his hips, and the garments floated down to the bottom of the pool. Reid’s eyes widened and fear flashed across them, but he neither struggled nor voiced any protest. Not even when he was pushed back onto the steps of the pool and his legs were spread open. He let his head rest back on the edge of the pool and stared at the sky. His eyes fluttered and his mouth fell open when Coronado pushed into him and immediately set a demanding pace. And still Reid said nothing and did nothing; he just lay back and took it, gasping occasionally and eventually moaning when the man began to stroke and massage his penis, milking him to orgasm. Once finished, Coronado lifted Reid into his arms once more and carried him across the grounds through the rain and stepped into the house. “Robe, Master?” Paloma asked, offering the man his warm fluffy robe. “After a bath, Paloma, thank you.” Coronado said, and carried his Cachorro upstairs. Paloma scowled. “But hot coffee would be nice! Two mugs, please!” The man called down. “… Yessir…” Paloma growled, and stalked off to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Coronado had started the bath, before turning and eyeing Reid up and down. Reid stared at him silently. “… Stand before the counter.” Coronado ordered. Reid blinked, then turned and walked over to the bathroom counter. “Bend over and spread your legs.” Reid closed his eyes, braced his palms on the countertop and bent over it, spreading his legs apart as he had been told to do. A moment later, fingers ran down his back and then hands gripped his hips. And then Reid groaned as his body was again invaded. It was hot and fast, and before Reid knew it, Coronado had reached his completion and the pair was in the bathtub. Reid sat there, still and silent, as the man bathed him, then took him out of the tub and dried him off, and then he was carried into the bedroom and tucked into the bed. Then Coronado sat beside him and Paloma brought in their coffee. And for the first time in a week, Reid was able to hold his own cup as he drank from it. Once they were done, Coronado relaxed on his back into the pillows and closed his eyes, smiling slightly in contentment as he held Reid close. The boy simply sighed as he rested his head on the man’s chest. But it was a long time before Reid fell asleep, as he repeated the same mantra over and over in his mind. ‘My name is Spencer Reid. I am playing the part of Cachorro so that I can go home to Aaron… My name is Spencer Reid. I am playing the part of Cachorro so that I can go home to Aaron… My name is Spencer Reid. I am playing the part of Cachorro so that I can go home to Aaron…’ ‘Spencer Reid…’ ‘Spencer Reid…’ ‘Spencer…’ ‘… Aaron…’
“Okay.” Garcia said and the team leaned over, staring at the laptop. “You’re going to be heading to Manaus by boat.”
“… Boat?!” Morgan howled. “Honey, I’m sorry, but Coronado has that place in his pocket. If you go in by plane, he’ll know. And by boat you won’t have to jump back and forth between car and plane and car and plane… Trust me, JJ helped, this is the fastest, easiest, smoothest way to get there without drawing attention to yourselves.” “Will we make it there in time for the party?” Hotch asked. “Of course, Outlaw.” “Garica…” “Sorry, sir.” She said, and JJ snickered. “Baby Girl…” Morgan said. “This was NOT what I had in mind when I said I wanted to go on a cruise.” “Oh shut up. At least this is on the Bureau’s dime.” Garcia giggled. “Oh, and uh… Strauss says we’re to let her know if we need anything.” JJ announced. “How about a week’s vacation time so we CAN take a cruise.” Rossi snorted. “Keep dreaming.” Prentiss snorted with a grin.
Coronado stared down at the lithe body spread out on the bed beside him. Slowly, he smirked and stroked the erection he had woken up with. His Cachorro was still fast asleep, resting on his chest with his left leg cocked out to the side. Coronado whipped the light bed sheet aside and grinned at the sight of the smooth skin of the boy’s back, slender hips and creamy thighs, his gaze lingering on the wounds the jaguar had left, now scabbed over. The man cocked his head and thought a moment, then got out the lube and squirted it into his hand, slicking up his erection that was perking up even more when it realized what was coming. Then he coaxed the boy’s thighs a bit further apart, knelt between them and spread him open.
Reid grumbled a bit in his sleep, lightly fisting his hand in his pillow by his nose, but a moment later, he gasped softly, before he tensed and his eyes flew open. “Ahhhn!!!” He cried, jerking his head up and struggling to get away from the startling, unexpected penetration. “Shhhh…” Coronado hissed, wrapping his arm around Reid’s middle and pulling him back, pressing deep inside of him. “Nnnnh…” Reid groaned, eyes fluttering as the man’s thick length pumped in and out of his body, and he whimpered in distress as his own body reacted favorably. Soon enough, his mind clouded over and he shoved back into the man’s thrusts, gasping and moaning in pleasure, not even noticing his own tears falling down his face. “Ahhhn… Ahn! AHH!!!” His eyes rolled back as he found his release, and then he just lay on the bed, gritting his teeth as Coronado finished. “… Good morning.” The man chuckled a moment later, and withdrew from the boy’s body to head for the bathroom. Reid just closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trembling in his efforts not to cry. He had to stay strong. Several minutes later, Coronado bade him to get dressed and come down to breakfast. This time, they went to the informal dining room. The other slaves were already there, looking eager, and Reid watched as Coronado handed out a pill to each of them, which they happily swallowed with their juice. Reid blinked as Coronado handed him one, too. Reid stared at it. “… What is it?” He asked. “Your vitamin.” Coronado said calmly. The others snickered. Reid eyed them, then leaned away from the pill. “Take it, Cachorro.” The man ordered. Reid gulped, then slowly took the pill and put it in his mouth, swallowing it down with a glass of orange juice. Then he settled down on his cushion beside Coronado and ate his breakfast from his master’s hand. Once finished, Reid made his way to the library again. But within an hour, he found himself growing hot under the collar, with a light tingling in his stomach and thighs… When Coronado poked his head in and said “Has the pill taken effect yet?” Reid froze. “… What… what did you give me…?” He gasped, eyes wide. “An aphrodisiac.” “… WHY?!” Reid cried, now looking horrified. “It’s our Saturday Game.” Coronado said with a smile, and the others poked their heads in. “Game?” Reid asked weakly. “Hide ‘n Sex!” Jaguar and Aguilo cheered. Reid looked like his brain had blown a fuse. “… WHAT?!” “One person is It.” Preciosa explained. “The others Hide. The one who is It Seeks. And when the person who is It finds someone, they get to have their way with them. Then THAT person is It.” Reid just stared, mouth hanging open. “… Huh?!” “As I am your Master, I am It.” Coronado simply said. “You have exactly sixty seconds to Hide before I begin to Seek. Starting…” He looked at his watch. “Now.” Reid blinked as the slaves bolted, giggling. Coronado smiled at Reid. “You do not want to Hide, Cachorro? Perhaps you would rather start the game with me having my way with you?” Reid’s eyes widened even more and he leapt to his feet, running. Coronado’s laughter followed. Tears stung Reid’s eyes… Coronado’s words said one thing to him… Run or be raped. Again. He found himself in the kitchen, panting and shaking in his fear. He flung open the cabinet under the sink and shoved several cleaning products aside to allow himself the room to crawl in. He closed the door behind himself, then huddled in the dark, whimpering. Several minutes later, he could hear one of the girls screaming in pleasure, and he winced and curled up tighter. Things went quiet a few minutes later, and then Reid heard footsteps, and the door to the pantry opened and closed. Nearly ten minutes passed before he heard the sounds of people engaged in sexual activities again. And fifteen minutes later, he heard Aguilo and Jaguar’s voices raised in sexual pleasure. It was ten minutes later that he heard footsteps enter the kitchen. And then he heard a cabinet open. Reid’s eyes widened and his heart began to pound, and he pressed himself back further into his dark hidey hole. But a moment later, the door flew open and Reid was blinded by the light. He cried out as a strong hand wrapped around his wrist and he was dragged from the cabinet, kicking and screaming. “No!” He cried, thrashing. But Jaguar jerked him to his feet, spun him around and bent him over the kitchen counter, ripping his clothes off. Reid gasped and stiffened as Jaguar stabbed his erect length into his depths and took up an eager pace. Reid slowly laid his cheek on the cold counter and stared off into space, lip trembling as he sniffled every now and then. When Jaguar finished, he withdrew and spun Reid around, reaching for the slender man’s length. But he stopped and blinked, then looked at Reid’s face. The boy was pale and trembling, his eyes full of emotional agony. And he wasn’t aroused. Jaguar eyed him, confused. And after a moment, a flash of guilt appeared in his eyes. “I uh… I’ll just… go Hide, then… Wait thirty seconds, and then you Seek.” Jaguar said softly, and slipped out of the room. Reid stood there for a moment, before he slowly sunk to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest and rocking himself, fighting back tears. Several minutes later, he heard the pantry door open. “… Cachorro?” Coronado asked and walked over, kneeling beside his newest slave. He reached out and gently stroked Reid’s hair. “Don’t you want to go Seek?” Reid shook his head. Coronado smiled. “I see. Don’t worry, my love.” He said, pulling Reid into his arms and cuddling him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “You will learn to be the aggressor. In the mean time, go ahead and Hide. I will go Seek for you.” And he pulled Reid to his feet and sent him off with a little pat on the bottom. Reid scurried out of the kitchen and ran. He found himself in the library again, and looked around. Eventually, he moved to an arm chair in the corner and huddled behind it. He sat there for over an hour, listening to the occasional sounds of the others finding one another and having sex wherever they happened to be at the time. He had almost drifted to sleep when the library door opened. Reid’s eyes snapped open and he held his breath. He listened to feet moving around, and a moment later, he found eyes staring down at him… the last eyes he had wanted to see. Paloma. “… Uhg…” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “I am NOT having sex with YOU.” Reid blinked then snorted. “Feeling’s mutual.” Reid grumbled, glancing up at her. But upon seeing her nudity, he quickly averted his eyes and flushed in embarrassment. “Okay. I don’t like you, you don’t like me. And I don’t like you being here, or the idea of you laying with any of the others.” “Ditto.” Reid admitted. “… Uhg… The last thing I want is to HELP you, but it’s to my benefit.” She leaned down and grabbed Reid’s hand. “Come on. And be quiet.” Reid blinked, and trotted after her. They tiptoed through the house and down to the cellar. Reid shuddered at the place. “Why are we here?” He asked. “Because no one will look for you down here.” Paloma said. “In here.” And she opened one of the three doors he hadn’t been through yet. Reid walked in and froze, eyes widened. He stared at the stirrup chair that sat in the middle of the cold room, and a shiver ran down his spine as he remembered his first sexual torture at Coronado’s hand in a chair just like this one. He was too petrified at the sight of the chair to see Paloma reach for a metal bucket sitting by the door. She raised it up and brought it crashing down on the back of his head, smirking as he collapsed to the floor and didn’t move… “Some genius…” She snorted, and got to work. When Reid awoke to a pounding headache, he found himself on his back, reclining in the stirrup chair. His eyes widened and he began to struggle. His wrists were strapped down to the sides of the stirrup chair and there was a ring gag in his mouth, holding his mouth open. His eyes darted down and he stared at Paloma as she finished buckling the leather strap on Reid’s left ankle, securing his foot into the stirrup. She was panting and sweating in her efforts to have lifted him up into the chair and securing him there. When she finished, she straightened up and glared at him, utter loathing in her eyes. “I found you.” She said, giving him a smug look. “Therefore, I have the right to do with you as I please.” Reid stared fear in his eyes. She opened a cabinet and took out a 12 oz bottle of an amber liquid and a funnel. She opened the bottle and walked over, placing the funnel end through the ring in Reid’s mouth. Then, smirking, she pinched Reid’s nose closed and began to pour the liquid into the funnel. Reid cried out and gagged, struggling as the burning alcohol flooded his throat. “Swallow it!” Paloma snapped viciously. “Or DROWN in it.” Tears flooded down Reid’s face as the alcohol poured down his throat and filled his churning stomach. Every few gulps, Paloma let him breathe. But she still forced the entire bottle of liquor down his throat. When it was empty, she removed the ring gag and began to look over the other gags. “… This is the one master used on you the first time, isn’t it?” She asked, turning and holding up a tongue gag. Reid winced. “… I don’t feel well…” “Good.” She snorted, and forced the gag into his mouth, buckling it around his head. Then she turned and eyed the other tools. She huffed slightly. She wanted to take her time. Draw this out. But the others might come looking if they took too long. So she snapped up a pair of clamps and fixed them onto the young male’s nipples before grabbing her master’s favorite multi-ring cock ring, affixing them to the boy’s genitals. She smirked up at the sniffles that came from the young agent. “Grow up. Don’t be such a sissy. It’s not like you’re a virgin or anything.” She spat, massaging his length until it stood at attention. Then she held up a long, thin rod and waved it before his eyes. He whined in protest, struggling against his restraints before he closed his eyes and let out a wail as she oiled it, then teased the slit at the head of his erection with a finger before sliding the rod into his penis. She watched the boy arch his back as she did so. “This one is a new model.” She announced, fingering the small button at the end of the rod. A moment later, she pushed it. A grin took over her face when Reid let out a scream around the gag in his mouth, and she promptly turned on the cock rings, nipple clamps and the gag. Reid writhed as the tongue gag moved realistically in his mouth while the clamps on his nipples, the rings around his erection and the rod in his urethra began to vibrate, sending pleasure shooting through him. As he writhed there, trying to form a cohesive thought, Paloma began looking over her master’s collection of vibrators and dildos, arranged by size. She fingered her master’s favorite, about eight inches long and an inch an a half wide. She snorted, then moved down to the end. She reached out and ran her fingers over a large, dark red vibrator twelve inches long and three inches wide. She personally liked this one because not only did it vibrate, but under the silicon-covering there were lines of beads around the base that would rub and massage the tender passage, and it had a small thrusting mechanism in the tip. The sensations from THIS particular toy combined with it’s sheer size were… overwhelming. She returned to her master’s new pet, and worked the stirrup chair to spread his legs apart wider, snorting at his desperate struggles as he stared in horror at the large sex toy in her hand. “Shut up.” She spat as she oiled the false phallus. “And be grateful I’m showing mercy and using lube.” And with that she pressed the tip of the sex toy against Reid’s entrance and then shoved it home, shivering in pleasure as she watched her master’s Cachorro arch his back and scream as the object drilled its way deep into his soft recesses. When she turned it on, Reid sobbed and writhed as the rubbing, thrusting and vibrating overwhelmed him. Paloma seized a black leather harness and with practiced hands she fixed the straps around his hips and legs and between his buttocks, holding the sex toy in place. Then she moved back to admire her handy work. “… Maybe I DO see a little bit of what Master sees in you.” She sneered. “You almost look hot like that.” And with that, she slipped out of the room and shut the door leaving the boy in the black silence. She made her way upstairs and eagerly searched out one of her companions, and happily found Aguilo who she put to work performing oral sex on her to quench the flames of sadistic pleasure that raged through her as she thought of Cachorro and the state she had left him in below their feet in the cellar…
Hotch inhaled deeply as they got off of the plane, tasting the humid air that was impregnated with the scents and flavors of the Brazilian rainforest. Local law enforcement officials were there to greet them. Hotch shook hands when he was introduced, but he let Rossi do most of the talking. They soon found themselves on the boat they had been told about, and Hotch went straight to his cabin to shower.
Once done, he pulled on his pajama pants and flopped back onto his bed, folding his hands under his head and staring at the ceiling. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “… Come in.” He called, softly. The door opened and Rossi stepped in. Hotch blinked at the clink of glass and turned, staring at the beer bottles. “How are you holding up?” Rossi asked, handing Hotch a bottle as the man sat up. “I’m alright.” Hotch said with a deep sigh. “How did your Sub Training go?” “… humiliating. If this wasn’t for Reid…” Hotch trailed off and shook his head. “So you wouldn’t dress up in black leather for me?” Rossi asked with a grin, and Hotch gave the man a look. “Sorry Dave. Afraid not.” Hotch snorted with a smirk. “Asshole.” Rossi spat, taking a pull at his beer bottle. “Would you do it for me?” Hotch asked. “… Touche.” Rossi snorted and both men chuckled, shooting each other amused grins. Hotch reached out and clapped Rossi on the back, drinking his own brew. They sat in silence for a long time, before Hotch finally spoke again. “I don’t know if I can do this.” “… Do what?” Rossi asked. “Go in there and see Spencer… and then walk out of there without him.” “You can, Aaron. And you will. Because you have to.” “… But HOW?” Hotch asked, looking at the man. “How do I just… LEAVE him there? With that man? He may never recover from this, Dave.” “… He’s much stronger than any of us know, Hotch. He’ll be okay. It may take time… but he’ll survive this, and come out stronger.” “I hope so.” Hotch murmured. “So… What do you plan to do with him when you get home?” “What do you mean?” “We all know he was evicted, Aaron.” “… I’ve moved his property into storage. He’ll stay with me in my apartment.” “And then?” “… I’ve already spoken with a Realtor.” Hotch admitted. Rossi raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to buy us a house.”While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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