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Cachorro	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 11087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 11

When Coronado called Game Over at lunch time, Aguilo, Jaguar, Paloma, Preciosa and Sirena all came running. Coronado chuckled at the smug look on Jaguar’s face, as Jaguar had coerced his master into giving him a blow job. Chuckling, Coronado reached out and playfully cuffed Jaguar upside the head, then ruffled his wild brown hair. Then he looked around.

“Cachorro!” He called. “Lunch time!” He waited, but there was no response. “… Cachorro?” Still nothing. Coronado frowned and looked at the other slaves. “Have any of you seen him?” They all shook their heads. “… CACHORRO!!!” Preciosa and Sirena jumped, startled at their master’s bellow. There was still no answer. He turned to the others. “Spread out. Find him.” The man growled, and swept down the hall. The slaves did as they were told.

For fifteen minutes they scoured the house, though Paloma spent most of that time just meandering, trying not to smirk. When they all met back, Coronado looked at them.

“I checked all the upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms.” Aguilo said.

“I checked the kitchen and dining room.” Preciosa said.

“I checked the library, the sitting room and the den.” Sirena said in Portuguese.

“I checked the closets.” Paloma mumbled.

“I checked the grounds.” Jaguar offered.

“… I checked my office and trophy room…” Coronado frowned, thinking. “… Did anyone check the cellar?”

“… I’ll check.” Paloma announced, the waltzed towards the cellar. But Coronado frowned and grabbed her by the shoulder, spinning her away.

“No. YOU will stay here.” The man commanded, and opened the door to the cellar. He descended the stairs and began to check the doors. There were five in the corridor. It was the second door that he found his Cachorro behind. His eyes widened.

His Cachorro was shaking violently and his entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. He was being submitted to the torture of several sex toys with his legs spread wide open, but Coronado’s concern was the boy’s color. He looked ill.

“Cachorro.” He announced, letting the boy know that he was there. Reid opened his eyes and tried to focus on the man. But he couldn’t… he had to put all of his focus and concentration into holding his stomach contents right where they were. It felt like forever since he had begun fighting the urge to vomit and purge his boy of the potent liquor… but if he were to throw up, with the gag in his mouth he would drown in his own vomit.

He winced as he felt the straps from the harness around his hips fall from his body, and then the horrible sex toy was eased out of his body. But that was too much for him. His stomach rebelled. Coronado stared up when his Cachorro retched, gagged, and then began to choke. Coronado’s eyes widened and he lurched forward, ripping the gag from his Cachorro’s mouth with one hand and freeing one wrist with the other. Then he managed to get his slave to twist over so he could empty his stomach onto the floor.

Reid heaved, the alcohol and bile pouring forth from his lips again and again and again, and even after it stopped, he continued to heave. He started to thrash and struggle desperately as he began to panic at his inability to draw breath.

“Easy…” Coronado told him, massaging the boy’s chest with one hand, removing the nipple clamps with the other. And finally, Reid was able to draw a thin, strained breath. And that one strained breath was enough to break the dam. Coronado held his Cachorro close as he removed all the other restraints from the boy’s body. He was murmuring to the youth in soft Spanish, English and Portuguese, trying to get him to calm down. Reid threw his head back with a cry as the vibrating rod was removed from his penis, and then the cock rings came off. The last thing he remembered was his master’s voice through the pained intensity of his ejaculation.

Coronado lifted his Cachorro into his arms and turned, stalking out of the room and up the stairs of the cellar. His slaves all looked up at him, cradling his Cachorro in his arms, the boy covered in his own vomit. Coronado completely ignored them and hurried up to his bedroom. He set the boy into the bathtub and turned on the water.

Reid gasped and his eyes fluttered open at the cold water before it began to warm up. He blinked up at his master, then winced and moaned at the pain that filled his entire body. The cold water began to heat up, and soon he was immersed in warm, soothing water, easing the pain in his sore muscles. But he still felt sick, and every time he opened his eyes the room started to spin.

“… Muh… M’sser…” He slurred.

“Shush… Master will take care of you, Cachorro. Just relax.” Coronado said, gently. Reid just groaned. The man bathed him head to toe before lifting him out of the tub and patting him dry with a large fluffy towel, then laid him down in bed, keeping him sitting up slightly against the headboard, nestled into a pile of pillows.

“… Cachorro? Who was it?” He demanded in a firm tone.

“… nnh…”

“It was Paloma, wasn’t it?”

“… y-yes…” Reid managed to mumbled. Coronado nodded, then turned and opened the bedroom door. As he had expected, his five slaves were all sitting on the floor on their knees, eyes to the floor.

“Paloma. Stand.” Slowly, Paloma did so. A moment later, there was a crack and she stumbled to the side, her cheek bright red. Coronado’s eyes were blazing and he lowered his hand. “How DARE you…” He hissed. “He could have DIED!!!”

“… Forgive my lack of… relief that he lives.” Paloma snarled. This time she fell to the floor, he hit her so hard. The others sat on their knees, eyes wide. “ Aguilo. Jaguar. Take her to the cellar. Then come right back here. Preciosa. Get soup. Sirena. Coffee.” Coronado returned to his Cachorro then, sitting at his side and gently rubbing a hand up and down the boy’s chest and belly.

A few minutes later, Preciosa and Sirena came in. Reid opened his eyes for a moment at the smell of the soup and coffee. Coronado nodded in approval when he saw Sirena had a bottle of pills in her hand. He shook two out into his palm and pushed them past Reid’s lips, then lifted the coffee mug. Reid swallowed the pills with a wince.

“I need you to eat the soup, Cachorro. It will make you stomach feel better.” Coronado said, and Reid obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the soup. Aguilo and Jaguar came in and the four slaves all settled on the floor, silently watching their master feed the sick agent on the bed.

Reid ate as much as he could, before finally turning his head away from the offered spoon.

“Please, Cachorro?” Coronado asked. “For Master?” Reid just winced. “Alright. You did very well.” And he set the bowl aside before he gently moved his Cachorro so that he was lying almost flat. “Aguilo. Jaguar.” He called, and he stepped aside. Reid opened his eyes slightly and watched as Jaguar and Aguilo both knelt on either side of him. He tensed when they touched him, but then he sighed in relief and closed his eyes as they began to rub and massage his sore body. The pair moved together, matching one another’s every touch perfectly. For an entire hour they worked his front; his chest, abdomen, hips, legs, shoulders arms neck and then his face.

Then Reid was gently rolled over (which made his stomach lurch) and they began to work on his back. This time they worked well over an hour, and didn’t stop until the boy was asleep.

“Watch over him.” Coronado said, then stood. “I will see to Paloma…” And he left, leaving the others staring after him in fear for their companion who had incurred their master’s wrath…

Reid awoke to the rain. He opened his eyes and stared up at the sky, gasping softly as the cool drops ran down his warmed skin. His body was rocking. He turned his head slightly, relieved that all he experienced was a deep, throbbing ache in the center of his skull as opposed to the sharp stabbing pain he had been enduring before. He found himself on the inflatable raft in the pool, and his master was floating on another one with a beer in hand. Reid whined and moaned.

“Ah! You’re awake!”

“… Why are we out here?” Reid asked.

“I thought a swim would do you good.” Coronado said, and slid off of his raft, setting his beer bottle on the side of the pool. Then he swam over to Reid and slid him off of the raft and into the water. “Close your eyes.” Coronado ordered, and Reid did as he was told. Coronado lowered him into the water until only his face was above the surface. Under the water, Reid could hear the rain falling into the pool, and occasionally the muffled sound of thunder. Coronado smiled as he felt the boy’s body relax, and watched as his facial features did the same. It wasn’t long before his Cachorro had been lulled to sleep again.

And the next time Reid awoke he was dry and warm in bed again. Coronado sat beside him, holding a bowl of soup. He fed it to Reid as the sun set, and then gave him a couple of pills, assuring him he would be good as new in the morning.

And sure enough, aside from a bit of residual aching, Reid felt well enough to take his morning bath with his master, eat a light breakfast in the sunroom with his master, and then curl up on the sofa in the library with his master until lunch.

It was after lunch that things got interesting. A delivery truck arrived, and Reid found himself sitting on the balustrade of the front porch watching boxes of food being carried into the house, Coronado barking orders. Reid’s eyes widened when Paloma appeared, moving stiffly. Reid could tell she was in pain. For a moment, he felt pity for her, but then she saw him. And the look of utter loathing she gave him frightened him… and he knew that if she got the chance to hurt him again, she would.

He gulped and lowered his eyes from her dark glare, hunching over and huddling in on himself. Several minutes later, Coronado plopped down beside him. Reid slowly looked up and found the man staring at him. Coronado grinned at him and ruffled his hair, and Reid gave him a momentary, tentative smile.

“… What’s going on?” He asked.

“We are preparing for my Annual Party.” Coronado said.

“… Annual party?”

“Other masters and their slaves. We get together a few times a year all around the world. I host a party for them every year here at my home. They all come and bring their prize slave to show off. And this year… YOU are my prize to show off…” Coronado said, caressing Reid’s cheek with his hand.

“Why?” Reid asked. “Because of who and what I am? Or because of who and what I was?”

“… Both. A United States Federal Pig is now my beautiful Cachorro. That is much for me to be proud of.” Coronado said. Reid blinked up at him with his large brown eyes, then turned away with a pained expression on his face. “Cachorro? What is wrong, little one?”

“… Nothing.” Reid whispered, and Coronado took his chin in his fingers and made him look the man in the eyes.

“Shhh… Tell me… I will not be angry… I promise.”

“… Really?”

“Si. Really.”

“I…”

“Yes?”

“… I miss my team.” Reid whispered. “They’re my family.”

“You have a new family now.”

“… Yeah. A sister who wants to kill me. Great.” Reid snorted. Coronado chuckled.

“I will not let her.” The man said, and pressed a kiss to Reid’s cheek. “You just relax. You have a big day tomorrow.”

“… Great. I get to be paraded around like a prize poodle at the Westminster Dog Show.” Reid snorted and Coronado walked away, roaring with laughter.

Reid wandered around all afternoon and into the evening, watching the other slaves and hired help to prune the gardens, manicure the lawn, hang lanterns in the trees and tie bunches of tropical flowers from the nearby forests to the bases of the lamps on top of their posts lining the front drive with long bolts of cheesecloth.

The food was already being prepared, and Reid found Preciosa was the queen of that arena; everything was being prepared under her instruction. When she saw Reid, she gave him a warm smile and waved him in, announcing that she needed his help.

“… I uh… I can’t cook.” Reid blurted. She just giggled.

“But you can TASTE.” She pointed out, before dipping a spoon into the soup she was preparing and offering it to him. Reid blinked, then smiled.

“… Uh, yes. Yeah, I think I can do that.” He said, and tasted the soup. His eyes widened and lit up. “Wow.”

“Good?”

“Very!” Reid assured her with a nod. Her eyes sparkled as she grinned in pride.

“Thank you! Now come with me!” And Reid let out a little yip as she took his hand and tugged him into the den, closing the doors and turning to face him. “Take off your clothes, please.”

“… WHAT?!” Reid yelped. “N-NO! I… I just—“

“I need to check your injuries, Cachorro.” Preciosa explained, eyes laughing. “Master asked me to.”

“… Oh.” Reid mumbled, and slowly began to strip off his clothing. Once naked, he flushed in embarrassment as she looked over his wounds from the jaguar attack, and he welts from his whipping.

“Mmmm… looks like you may have some scarring here on your leg…” She said, checking the scabbed slashes that the cat’s claws had left on Reid’s calf. “But the others are looking good. Just… don’t pick at them.” And she pinched his left cheek (and we’re not talking his face) and left.

Reid clapped his hands over his buttocks protectively with wide eyes and a squeak before struggling back into his clothes, flushing when he heard Preciosa’s laughter. Shaking his head, Reid shuffled out of the den and headed to his sanctuary; the library. When he got there, his eyes widened at the view out the large windows.

There was a lot of activity in the back yard. Large lily pads from the Amazon River itself were now floating in the pool with several little votive candles sitting on each. A large table was being set up on a portable white tile floor under a white tent… There were twelve chairs and twelve cushions on the floors beside them. Reid sighed and shook his head slightly, and settled down to read…

“You know… I was hoping to work on my tan…” Prentiss mumbled as she and the others ate lunch before they reached the port of Manaus. “But it won’t stop raining!”

“I think that’s why they call it a ‘Rainforest’, Princess.” Morgan announced with a grin, and Winters, Hotch and Rossi chuckled as Prentiss gave the man a look.

“We’re not here on vacation.” Hotch pointed out.

“With bugs the size of a California Condor? I would hope not.” Prentiss snorted, and the others laughed again.

“We uh… We should talk about how everything is going to go down tomorrow.” Rossi said.

“I’ve wired a camera and mic into Agent Hotchner’s Bondage Mask—“

“Say WHAT?!” Morgan blurted.

“… Bondage Mask, Agent Morgan.” Winters said calmly. “Arturo has seen his face, he has to hide it. And this way, YOU can get video and audio of everything. And we need that to prove that he has Cachorro. Once we can present this evidence to local law enforcement, we’ll have authorization and backup for a raid.”

“And this way, I’ll know the general layout of the house.” Hotch added.

“And with the camera, we can see what kind of security he has.” Morgan pointed out.

“I don’t know anything about any security systems…” Winters admitted.

“Body guards?” Rossi asked.

“… His slaves.” Winters snorted.

“What?” Prentiss gasped.

“Paloma, Aguilo and Jaguar.” Winters said. “All are Martial Artists, some authentic Brazilian style... That’s one reason why he got Aguilo and Jaguar. And they taught Paloma. Those three are also crack shots with the rifles.”

“Rifles?”

“Of course. Do you know how often jaguars come over the wall and into the yard? Arturo has a jaguar skin rug in his study… he himself shot that one when it managed to get into the house. Found it in the hallway right outside of his study.”

“… I’m ready to get back to civilization, now.” Prentiss mumbled, and the others chuckled.

“… He’s found anacondas in his swimming pool.” Winters added.

Rossi leaned over to Prentiss and muttered, “I’m with you.”

Reid was curled up in his little pet bed when Coronado finally came into the bedroom, groaning and muttering in Spanish. Reid quirked an eyebrow… he didn’t speak Spanish, but he was pretty sure that the man was talking about how people were ‘stupid’ and ‘idiots’. He sat up and watched the man undress. Finally, Coronado flopped onto the bed with a loud, long sigh. A moment later, he turned and stared at the boy.

“Come here, Cachorro. Let me feel you.” The man said. Reid blinked, then slowly slithered onto the bed, immediately nuzzling his cheek into his master’s palm, and allowed the man to undress him, then feel him all over. Eventually, he was curled up on his master’s chest, purring softly as a strong hand ran up and down his spine. The gentle stroking was soothing and so welcome from all of the abuse he had suffered recently… he leaned into every caress.

“Perhaps I should have named you ‘Gatito’.” Coronado chuckled, smiling in delight at his little Cachorro’s affectionate attitude, and grinning broadly when Reid mumbled “Nuh-uh.” A moment later, Coronado’s hand slipped lower, and Reid shivered as his entrance was teased with a fingertip. Then Coronado reached for the lube in the bedside table. Reid closed his eyes and spread his legs as the man slid a slick finger into his body, and his breath ghosted over the man’s chest as he sighed in pleasure.

“I am tired, Cachorro…” Coronado whispered into the boy’s ear. “Will you do the honors?” Reid stared at the man, then pressed his lips to Coronado’s. The man slid his tongue into the agent’s mouth, guiding the boy to straddle his hips, and then he groaned when he felt the boy’s tight body swallow his erection. He listened to the soft, moaning sigh that passed his Cachorro’s lips as the youth began to ride him at a slow pace, savoring the sweet, sweet pleasure.

Thick fingers gripped prominent hips and the boy threw his head back as the man began to nibble at his nipples, sometimes licking and sucking them, and sometimes tugging and twisting the rings in them. Reid threaded his fingers through his master’s long, black locks, holding his face to his chest so that he wouldn’t stop teasing his nipples. Coronado relished the feel of the tentative fingers in his hair and the delicious moans in his ears. He himself moaned when his precious Cachorro began to move faster, panting softly into the room. When Coronado curled his fingers around Reid’s erection, the young man let out a hoarse cry, clenching around the length inside of him and bucking into the fist.

“Ah!!! Oh God…” He cried. “Please… please… yes…”

“Louder, Cachorro… tell me what you want… scream it loud enough that the jaguars in the jungle hear you and scream back…”

Reid whimpered, then cried out as the man tightened his grip on his hips and forced him down on his erection. “AHN!!! Oh God… Master… please, I--- AHHN!!!”

“Ahhh… again Cachorro… scream again…” Coronado hissed, gasping at the pleasure that shot through him when the boy did as he was told. Their orgasms swept over them seconds apart., and when it was all said and done, they fell asleep curled up in bed, Coronado holding his Cachorro close.

They were both woken in the morning by Paloma bustling in, bearing their breakfast on a tray. “Time to wake up, Master.” She said firmly. “There’s still much to do.”

“Mmm… thank you, Paloma.” Coronado said, sitting up and stretching, taking his coffee cup and taking a sip. “Ah. Perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Master.” Paloma said. “We need to be finished by noon so that Sirena can get to work on us.”

“Very well then.” Coronado said, then smiled down at Reid, still curled up beside him. He gently brushed the boy’s hair out of his face, and Paloma left. “Breakfast, Cachorro.” Reid perked up, and was promptly fed a piece of melon. After breakfast they skipped their baths and Coronado got to work. Reid wandered the house and the grounds, taking in all of the new décor and preparations. The smells coming from the kitchen were mouthwatering, and he continuously crept in to investigate, only to be chased away by Preciosa.

At one point, Coronado burst into laughter when his Cachorro scuttled out of the kitchen, Preciosa on his heels brandishing a ladle threateningly.

“Getting yourself into trouble?” The man asked, capturing the boy with an arm around his shoulders.

“… No.”

“I think Preciosa would dispute that.” Coronado chuckled. “Come with me.” And he guided Reid into the den. There was a large, flatscreen HDTV on the wall over the fireplace. The man opened a cabinet, and Reid found it PACKED full of movies. “Pick one and stay out of trouble.” Coronado told him, and left his Cachorro parked in front of ‘The Lord of the Rings’ Trilogy, hoping that the entertainment would keep the boy out from underfoot. It was several hours later that Sirena walked into the den.

“… Cachorro?”

Reid looked up. She smiled and walked over, taking his hand and guiding him out of the room. She led him to a large bathroom where a hot bath had been run, and promptly stripped him and shoved him in to bathe.
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