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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Chapter 11.
Dutch had finally finished being sick, or to be more accurate dry urging since he had nothing left in his stomach to bring up, he hadn�t eaten in two days and had had nothing to drink either. His throat felt sore and dry and the headache, which was flaring behind his eyes, seemed to be building in intensity. The morphine, which had been in his system, was definitely dissipating, he was becoming more aware of the different areas of pain on his body. His wrists were rubbed raw from the constant chaffing caused when he struggled to get free, and his back was one huge source of discomfort, he�d managed to turn onto his side and stay there in an effort to relieve the pressure on the welts. Of course there was one other source of pain that he tried his best to ignore, the constant throbbing in his backside and lower abdomen. He wouldn�t think about that and he pulled on the ropes securing his wrists to the bed, the intense pain caused to his abused flesh by the rough hemp of the rope sublimating all the other pains in his body, taking his mind away from their source. God, how long had he been here he wondered, at least two days, but the time he�d lost while drugged confused him. This could be day three or even day four depending on how much morphine he�d been given and how long he�d been unconscious. He didn�t want to contemplate the thought that this was still day two, he didn�t want to think about the events that had taken place on that day. Dutch felt the familiar feelings of guilt ahamehame and bit his lip to stop the tears that had welled in his eyes from falling. Taking a deep, steadying breath he tried to think logically about his situation. He was pretty sure he knew who�d abducted him, it had to be The Stalker the MO was a perfect fit and he�d been keeping up with the cases as best as he could, funny he�d never considered that he might end up being a case study himself one day. No, he couldn�t think like that no matter what he couldn�t give up. Dutch knew that Claudette would stop at nothing to find him, and he had often thought while he�d watched her work that he wouldn�t like to be on the receiving end of that determination, intellect and insight if he was a criminal. She�d find him, rescue him he just had to hold on and keep faith.
He felt his heart start in his chest when the door to the room opened and the monster who�d kidnapped him came in. Dutch got his first proper, drug free, look at him and felt himself shrink away from him as far is bis bonds would allow. He was in his forties Dutch guessed, tall and muscular, but it was his face which made fear coil in Dutch�s gut, it was cold, cruel Dutch knew that this man didn�t know the meaning of the word mercy. It sounded cliched but Dutch felt he was staring into the face of evil.
"Good your awake at last, time to clean you up a bit, and perhaps a shave hmm?" The man said with a smile.
"You won�t get away with this you know. You can�t kidnap a police officer and get away with it, the whole force is going to be looking for me, the FBI too." Dutch knew this was useless, but felt he had to try and reason with this animal.
"Now, now don�t be silly, I know your not stupid Holland so why are you acting as if you don�t know who I am. You know perfectly well that the police aren�t going to catch me, they haven�t yet, so what makes you think you�re colleagues are going to fare any better than those in the past." He spoke to Dutch as if he was explaining the obvious to a rather slow child.
Dutch had tried to not start when the man had called him by his given name, the last person to do that had been Lucy, his ex-wife. Then again he remembered from the cases he�d studied that this predator liked to observe his victims for months before he took them, Dutch shuddered at the thought of this pe wat watching him without his knowledge.
"You know my name, what�s yours?" Dutch asked, maybe if he could set up a dialogue he could buy himself some time, if not in the long run at least it might put off being touched for a little while, as he saw the bowl and towel the man was carrying.
"Of course, I�m Simon and you belong to me now." Simon said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Moving forward he placed the bowl of clean water on the floor and began to soap the wash cloth that was in there.
Dutch was frantic he couldn�t bear the thought of Simon�s hands on him, he had to keep him talking.
"Wait, look you�ve got no right to do this, you�ve got no right to hold me against my will. I don�t want to be here, I want to go home. I�m a human being and you can�t treat me this way!" Dutch could hear his voice rising in pitch as his fear began to surge through him.
The stinging slap across his face stunned him and he immediately felt blood in his mouth where his teeth had sliced into his lip from the blow. Dutch looked up to see Simon, his face seething with anger standing over him.
"You belong to me now, you have no rights except those I allow you and you�d better learn that quickly boy, or else you�re going to find yourself in a whole world of pain." Simon punctuated this threat with another stinging slap which left Dutch�s ears ringing from the power of the blow.
As suddenly as the rage appeared it seemed to disappear and Simon retrieved the wash cloth and used it to wipe over Dutch�s sore face. As he moved the cloth downwards the paralysis caused by the shock of the assault left Dutch�s body and he tried to move away from Simon�s touch.
"Please don�t�don�t touch me," He whimpered, the feeling of those hands on his body sending his mind into a turmoil of terror.
Simon�s touch became rough as he grabbed Dutch�s arm making him cry out in pain.
"I�m starting to think I over-estimated your intelligence boy," Simon hissed. "Now lie still and keep quiet." Simon emphasised his point by pulling Dutch�s arm forward so it placed a strain on the ropes tied around his wrists, the pain was excrucia not not only on his torn wrists, but also on the joints which were being pulled apart. With tears in his eyes Dutch nodded his acquiescence to his torturer. Simon released Dutch�s arm and continued to clean his body, Dutch closed his eyes and tried to will himself away in his mind, but that poisonous touch was insidious and wouldn�t allow him escape.
"Good now let me shave you and then I�ll clean up this mess you�ve made on the floor." Simon said glancing at the small pool of vomit and bile which was by the bed. "If you behave I�ll let you have some water, I bet your thirsty hmm?" He asked Dutch.
"Yes please," Dutch replied, deciding that for now it was probably best not to annoy Simon if at all possible. The man was obviously unstable, his temper volatile and severe and although Dutch knew from his research that he kept his prisoners alive for seven days, he didn�t want to push his luck, he had to stay alive and give Claudette the time she needed to find him. Simon had produced an electric razor but before he used it Dutch realised he needed to know how much time he had,
"How long have I been here?" He asked dreading the answer, earlier he�d hoped that days had gone past while he�d been unconscious but now he knew that time was precious and it was running out.
"This is the third day," Simon replied with a smile. "Don�t worry we still have plenty of time together and I�ve got lots of special things planned for us to share."
Dutch said nothing in reply but shuddered at this last statement as his imagination conjured up just what those "�special things�" could be.
Soon Simon was finished and left to get Dutch the promised drink. Dutch licked his lips in anticipation for the first time realizing how thirsty he was, and hungry to he acknowledged as his stomach rumbled. Although the thought of eating also made him feel queasy Dutch knew he should keep his strength up, what if an opportunity to escape should present itself and he was too weakened by hunger to be able to successfully manage to get away. So when Simon quickly returned with just a bottle of water Dutch forced himself to ask for something to eat, even though it grated on him to have to ask this pervert for anything.
"Oh don�t worry you�ll get something to eat soon I promise, but for now just drink the water up." Simon beamed at him, making Dutch feel distinctly uncomfortable.
Little by little Simon poured the water into Dutch�s mouth smiling at him all the while. The water felt so good, it was cool and soothing on his throat and as he re-hydrated he began to feel his ever-present headache tone down to a more bearable level. All to soon the bottle was empty, Dutch had to clamp his mouth shut to prevent a moan of disappointment from escaping. Putting the empty bottle down Simon pulled a small bag towards him, Dutch frowned he had been so focused on the water that he hadn�t noticed it before. Dutch felt his eyes go wide at the three objects Simon pulled out from it, a knife, handcuffs and a gun, he knew that the handcuffs and gun were both his Simon must have taken them from his home when he�d kidnapped him. Pointing the gun at his head Simon told him,
"I�m going to untie your hands and your going to stand up, now if you try anything I won�t hesitate to shoot you, you believe me don�t you Holland?"
Dutch staed, ed, "Y�yes." His mouth suddenly dry again.
Simon moved behind the bed and cut the rope around his wrists, Dutch slowly pulled his arms down to his sides and hesitantly moved his right hand over to cover his genitals. Simon laughed at the gesture and Dutch felt his face burning with embarrassment. He hadn�t meant to do that he had wanted Simon to think he wasn�t bothered by his nakedness, he hadn�t wanted to provide him with any more ammunition that could be used against him, but it had been an instinctive reaction.
"Come on now get up, and don�t forget I�ve got a gun on you." Simon ordered.
Slowly, wincing in pain Dutch pushed himself up and stood by the bed.
"Good boy," Simon praised. "Now take four steps forward�slowly."
Dutch did as he was told and felt himself stiffen when Simon moved in behind him and pressed the gun to the back of his head.
"Slowly bring your right hand behind your back, no sudden moves or I�ll put an extra hole in your head, understand?"
Dutch nodded and did as he was told; he felt the cold steel circle his wrist as the handcuff was snapped into place.
"Now your left hand behind your back," he was instructed.
Seeing no other choice Dutch obeyed the order and found himself bound by his own handcuffs. Simon pushed the gun barrel into the base of Dutch�s skull and placed his other hand on his shoulder, pushing down on it.
"Kneel," he commanded.
Not having any choice Dutch sank to his knees, the cold, hard stone floor feeling unforgiving under him. Simon moved around to stand in front of him, Dutch kept his eyes looking down, staring at Simon�s shoes, he didn�t want to look up at that cruel face afraid of what he�d see there. With his free hand Simon reached down and grabbed a fist full of Dutch�s hair pulling on it,
"Look up, look at me," He told Dutch.
Dutch looked up at Simon and fear flared within him when he saw the lust in the cold, blue eyes that looked down at him. Simon still pointed the gun at him but he moved his other hand down from his hair, stroking it down over the side if Dutch�s face that he�d struck earlier. Although he kept his touch gentle it stung a little as his hand brushed over the area, Simon watched his own hand moving over Dutch�s face as if mesmerized. He stopped and brushed his thumb over the cut in Dutch�s lip, which was slightly swollen, where he�d accidentally bitten it when struck.
"Your skin bruises beautifully you know," Simon whispered.
Dutch pulled his head back, away from that polluting touch. He held his breath for a moment worried Simon might lose his temper again and retaliate, but he only laughed softly.
"Now Holland here�s what�s going to happen now." Simon told him. "I�m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, and your going to let me."
"Jesus no way," Dutch stated emphatically, his stomach rolling at the thought.
"Fine," Simon unexpectedly said. Dutch immediately knew he had something up his sleeve, there was no way Simon would take his rejection this well unless it was all part of a game he was playing.
"I�m not going to force you," Simon told him. "If your answer�s no then I�ll tie you back up on the bed and leave."
"Good the fucking answer�s no then!" Dutch told him.
"Alright then when I�ve done that I�ll think I�ll go and pay a little visit to Officer Sofer." Simon smiled down at him.
Dutch felt his heart constrict in his chest,
"God no, what do you mean?" He asked confused by this new threat.
"It�s simple, I want a blow job and if you won�t agree to give it to me I�ll find someone who will." Simon told a shocDutcDutch. "I�m sure I could persuade Officer Sofer, Danny isn�t it, to accompany me back here and then we can all have some fun, hmm. If I pointed a gun to your head do you think she�d blow me, to save your life? I think she would you know, I think she�d open her mouth and take it like a good little girl, don�t you. I tell you what," he continued. "I bet if I asked her real nicely she�d do you too, would you like that. After all I know you like being sucked off don�t you Holland, you certainly enjoyed it when I did it to you, and I know you like her don�t you. Have you thought about it? When you�ve jerked off in the shower have you been thinking about her, on her knees, your cock in her mouth?"
Dutch couldn�t answer, he felt sick and guilty because God forgive him he had fantasized about that once or twice, Jesus.
"Lost for words eh," Simon chuckled. He carried on, "When she�s done us both you can watch while I use your gun to blow her head off. Or maybe it�s not the beautiful Officer Sofer who does it for you Holland. Maybe you have a thing for older women? Would you prefer it if I brought Claudette for us to play with? Have you got a little something other than just feelings of friendship for her? I bet she�d cooperate to save your life wouldn�t she, after all you�re her partner."
"STOP!" Dutch shouted, unable to listen to any more of these perversions. "Don�t�please don�t hurt them, don�t hurt anyone else." He took a shuddering breath and lowered his gaze. "I�ll do what you want, just don�t hurt them."
"Good boy, I knew you�d be sensible when you�d thought about it, and it�s better this way. We don�t want them here with us, we don�t need anyone else." Simon cooed, stroking the gun barrel down over Dutch�s face, rubbing it over his lips, pushing it between his lips, the cold metal bumping against his teeth.
"How�d you like to be shot with your own gun?" He asked. "Have you thought about it Holland, have you ever thought about putting your gun in your mouth and pulling the trigger?"
Dutch shook his head.
"Oh, not even when that bitch of a wife of yours left you, cause I bet that hurt didn�t it. Not only left you for someone else, but she was even carrying another man�s child." Simon gloated.
Dutch felt tears well in his eyes at the pain of that memory. She�d told him when he�d come home from work, her bags already packed. He was a detective and he�d had no idea, how pathetic was that. He�d called in sick the next day and had spent it drinking, drowning his sorrows. Later that night he�d spent an hour sitting in his living room staring at his loaded gun as it had sat on the coffee table in front of him. Eventually he�d picked it up unloaded it and gone to bed, his decision made. He became aware of Simon�s eyes on him studying him, smirking.
Looking back up at Simon he braced himself for what was to come, knowing he had no choice.
"Here�s the thing," Simon explained removing the gun from Dutch�s mouth. "You have to ask me."
"What?" Dutch asked confused.
"You have to ask me. I want you to ask me to be allowed to suck my cock. You�re going to say, "Simon please let me suck your cock." Understand?" Simon told him.
Dutch felt sick, but he nodded.
"Good," Simon said. "I�m waiting."
Dutch tried, he really tried but he couldn�t get his mouth to work he couldn�t say the words.
"I can�t, I can�t�please don�t make me do that�please." Dutch begged him.
"Ask," Simon repeated. "Ask or I�ll go and find someone else who will."
Knowing it was hopeless Dutch forced himself to speak,
"S�Simon� please let�me�" He faltered.
"All of it, come on I�m getting impatient." Simon told him.
Taking a breath, trying to ignore the tears which spilled from his eyes, the burning shame he felt Dutch tried again,
"Simon please�let me�suck your cock."
"There that wasn�t so hard now was it, and seeing as you asked so nicely how could I refuse." Simon laughed.
He reached down unzipped his trousers and pulled his erection free. He pressed the gun barrel against Dutch�s temple and pushed his erection against his lips.
"Now open up like a good boy and if I feel any teeth I�ll kill you."
Dutch squeezed his eyes shut, the musky smell of the other man filling his nostrils, the feel of his penis against his mouth revolting him.
The gun was shoved into his head hard,
"Open your eyes and you keep them open, look up at my face boy." Simon grunted.
Dutch looked up and opened his mouth, choking as Simon shoved himself deep into his mouth immediately. The hard penis hit the back of his throat making him gag, he tried to back away but Simon grabbed his hair holding him in place, not letting him escape. Dutch felt Simon pull back and tried to pull in a breath, but Simon pushed back in before he could. He could hear Simon groaning in pleasure as he raped his mouth, his erection pounding into the back of his throat, making him gag, suffocating him. Dutch felt his vision beginning to darken around the edges, Simon�s sadistic face flushed with lust and pleasure beginning to fade in and out. Suddenly he felt his mouth fill with Simon�s cum, he couldn�t breathe his body automatically trying to clear his airway swallowed the foul liquid. Dutch felt it sliding down his throat bitter and slimy. Then the obstruction was gone from his mouth, he gulped in as much oxygen as he could, coughing, then urging and finally vomiting. All the while Simon was laughing at him,
"I thought you said you were hungry. I give you some protein and this is the thanks I get."
Dutch couldn�t answer, he was too busy just trying to breathe, trying to keep his sanity.
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