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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 12

“Can you see the camera?” Hotch asked, turning and looking at Rossi, Prentiss and Morgan. He watched as Prentiss’s eyes widened, and she promptly set her jaw and turned bright red. Morgan just stared eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Rossi quickly turned away, coughing loudly.

“… Uh… N-No…?” Prentiss managed to get out, before she, Morgan and Rossi all lost ever semblance of control and collapsed into gales of laughter as they took in the sight of their Unit Chief in tight black leather pants, a dark red skintight t shirt with a black mesh shirt over it, black leather studded collar, bracelets, and bands around his biceps, and the black and red leather bondage mask with metal studs. Not only that, but per Winters’ request, Emily had taken Hotch prisoner in the bathroom and he was now sporting his usual dark hair, but now with red tips.

Prentiss straightened up just long enough to snap a photo and announce “For Garcia!!!” Hotch gave the three agents a disgusted look, then leveled a glare on Winters, who was chuckling at the composure-lacking FBI agents.

“Come on, Agent Hotchner. Let’s go see Cachorro.” The man said, and led Hotch outside and into the limo Coronado had sent to take them to the Zapata Estate.

“Are you reading me?” Hotch asked as they pulled away from the hotel.

“Loud and clear, Bondage Boy.” Morgan announced over the microphone in Hotch’s ear.

“… Keep it up and I’ll put you on paperwork duty for a month.” Hotch growled.

Winters laughed at that as he sipped on a glass of champagne.

“You’ll enjoy the food.” He said. “Arturo usually lays out an impressive spread.”

“… Not sure if I can eat…”

“You need to.” Winters said. “We can’t give anyone reason to look at us any closer than they already will be.”

“… I know, I know…”

Fifteen minutes later, they were driving down a road lined by the jungle, approaching a large, well lit house. Once through the gates, the front drive was lined with lampposts that had tropical flowered vines spiraling down the pole, with a ribbon of cheese cloth fluttering in the evening breeze. Strands of little Christmas lights were wound about the vines, which were also draped over every balcony and balustrade.

“He goes all out, as you can see.” Winters said.

“… Looks like someone is getting married.” Hotch snorted, and Winters grinned. The limo pulled to a stop and the door was opened by a handsome young man in long, lightweight white pants and a long sleeved shirt that hung open, leaving his bronzed chest bare. Around his neck was a golden collar studded with Emeralds. Winters got out and smiled, clapping the young man on the shoulder.

“Aguilo! You’re looking well!” He announced as Hotch got out. Aguilo smiled and nodded.

“I am very well, Master Winters. How are you doing?”

“Never better. Though I would like to have a word in private with your master.”

“I am sure he will give you a few minutes at some point this evening.”

“Ah! Your English has improved!”

“Thank you, sir.” Aguilo said, and closed the limo door and watched it pull away. “Cocktails are being offered in the formal dining room.”

“Thank you, Aguilo.” Winters said, and walked up the front steps to the front doors. Hotch followed, eyes to the ground once he had gotten a good look at Aguilo. Another man was at the door, dressed the same as Aguilo, only his collar was studded with Topaz. Hotch’s suspicions were confirmed when Winters said “Good evening, Jaguar. Thank you.” And they stepped through the doors.

The house was lavish. The floors were a terra cotta tile and the walls a rich, creamy color. The wrought iron chandelier lit the front hall, and a cream carpet with white petals and fresh green leaves led the way to the formal dining room. There were already several people there; Masters enjoying cocktails, and their slaves glued to their sides. The masters all looked up and Winters was given an enthusiastic greeting by all.

“Who is this?” A woman asked, sauntering over and eyeing Hotch up and down.

“This is Outlaw.”

“He’s new?” The woman asked, the young man following her trying to hide an amused smile at his Mistress’ obvious admiration of Winters’ “slave”.

“He’s here to get a taste of this life. He’s very new to it.” Winters chuckled, as Hotch leaned away from the woman’s curious fingers.

“Why does he wear the mask?”

“He wears it until he can control his sharp tongue.” Winters announced, and the masters all laughed.

“You brought an un-trained slave?” One man asked, though he was grinning.

“It is a learning experience for him.” Winters said, shrugging non-chalantly.

“So… why give him the name ‘Outlaw’?”

“… Because he EARNED it.” Winters snorted disdainfully. The gathering burst out laughing again. Hotch winced when he heard Morgan, Rossi and Prentiss laughing into his ear over the microphone.

“Shut up and do your job.” Hotch growled into his mic.

“Yessir.” Prentiss giggled.

“Just so you know…” Rossi’s voice said. “We’re capturing stills of everyone and sending them to Garcia.”

Winters made his way over to a chair and settled down. Hotch followed and knelt beside him, but not as a slave normally did. Rather than dropping to his knees and sitting back on his heels with his hands in his lap, he knelt down on one knee, braced one hand on the knee that was up by his chest and braced the other on the floor.

“Ah. Thank you, Preciosa.” Winters said as a woman brought him a drink. Hotch guessed her to be another slave. She was wearing a short little sleeveless dress that came to mid thigh. A gold chain was wrapped around her waist and she was wearing a collar just like the men, only her collar was studded with amethysts. Her sun bleached hair was piled on top of her head, wrapped with small gold threads and elegant curls cascaded down from the nest and to her back. Winters accepted his drink and sipped it. “Ohhh… my girl, you know me too well.”

“No. I just know how you take your drinks, Master Winters.” Preciosa said with a smile. “Will your companion have anything?”

“Just a water, Preciosa, thank you. When he drinks he forgets his place.” Winters said, and earned a lot of laughs again. Hotch had to smirk. Winters was performing spectacularly. He hoped he would keep it up when Coronado entered the scene. He turned to watch the other two women in the room. One was passing out appetizers; she was tall and willowy with long, dark hair in an intricate knot, and she wore sapphires on her collar. The last wore Rubies on her collar and she sashayed around the room checking on all of the guests. Hotch overheard one of the guests calling her Paloma. And a few minutes later, their host did indeed enter the scene.

Coronado entered the room in a white tuxedo and Hotch smirked at Prentiss’ “Oh, welcome to 80’s night at the Slave Trade.” But the snickers over his earpiece silenced when Reid walked in after the man. Hotch stared, eyes wide. A moment later, he heard Prentiss again. “… He looks good!” And Hotch had to admit it… despite the inappropriate comment in that moment… Prentiss was right.

It had been nearly four weeks since Reid had been abducted… and Hotch hadn’t seen Reid for a couple of days before hand… in fact… he was shocked; it had been exactly one month to the day since he had seen his lover… And the boy had changed.

Reid was more toned and his skin, normally a pale cream color, was slightly tanned… his chestnut hair fell around his face in thick elegant waves, and he was dressed like the other male slaves; long flowing pants and a shirt than hung open to bear his chest, but his was a pearly satin instead of the high quality linen that the others wore. He wore a collar like the others, but his was studded with diamonds and had delicate gold chains hanging from it, criss-crossing over his upper chest, speckled with tiny pearls. There were gold cuffs around his wrists with a gold chain hanging between the cuff and a golden ring on his middle fingers. The shirt hung open to reveal the gold rings through his nipples and the three delicate gold chains strung between them in three different lengths.

But then Hotch saw his face… and his heart broke, the shards lodged in his throat. While his lover’s face was smooth and flawless, his eyes were… dead… empty of all emotion save sadness, loneliness, hopelessness and despair.

Everyone rose and moved to greet Coronado, and to inspect the slave by his side. Hotch clenched his fists and grit his teeth as he watched the curious hands on his lover. A woman’s well manicured nails ran though the boy’s hair and a man’s strong fingers took the youth’s chin and lifted his face, turning it right and left. And Reid stood in silence, staring off into space and allowed every inspection, bowing his head again when he was released.

Winters could see how tense Hotch was, and laid a hand on his shoulder. Slowly, Hotch forced himself to relax again. But the lion in his chest would not allow himself to be soothed… he growled and roared his fury at seeing his gazelle, HIS Spencer, being visually molested by so many eyes… And knowing that Coronado, that… snake… was undoubtedly forcing himself on the boy… Hotch’s could almost physically feel that lion in his chest trying to claw through the ribs that kept him caged…

He took a deep breath to keep calm as Coronado walked over, Reid one step to the left and one step behind him.

“It is good to see you Jeffery.” Coronado said, opening his arms in welcome.

Winters snorted and sipped his drink, glaring at Coronado.

“… This is Cachorro?” He asked, glancing at Reid.

“He is.” Coronado said, smirking. He reached back and curled an arm around Reid, drawing the youth forwards. Hotch fought not to raise his eyes and instead focused on the little peek of a gold anklet around his lover’s right ankle. “He is exquisite.” Coronado was saying as Winters slowly inspected Reid for himself. Then he stood and stared Coronado in the eye.

“… You’re a fool, Arturo.” He said, snorting in disdain. “I warned you… you should have let it go. This boy will be your end.”

“I only took back what is mine.”

“You think the United States Government will let you get away with abducting an FBI Agent? You’re lucky you got off the first time. This time, they’ll bury you.”

“They won’t find me.” Coronado snorted, waving Winters’ concern aside. “And I will not give him up.” And then the man turned and moved to socialize with his other guests, Reid following him like the devoted puppy Coronado wanted him to be. Winters laid a hand on Hotch’s shoulder again, feeling the man trembling under his fingers, and he gave him a squeeze of comfort, and encouragement.

Not long after, Preciosa announced dinner and the party moved out onto the lawn. They were led to the dining table under the tent with lanterns lighting the area. The Masters took their seats and the slaves all knelt on their cushions on the floor in obedient silence. Under the table, Hotch found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of his lover, who not only knelt beside Coronado, but leaned up against him and rested his head on the man’s leg, closing his eyes when Coronado gently stroked his hair.

Paloma, Preciosa, Sirena, Jaguar and Aguilo served the guests, first salad then soup. The Masters were all asked if they would need separate dishes for their slaves. Most of the slaves did get their own dishes. One didn’t because he was being punished for mouthing off earlier that day, and two others were hand fed… just like Reid. Hotch’s blood boiled as he watched Reid nuzzling Coronado’s hand between each little bit of food he nibbled from the man’s fingers.

Hotch was given his own dishes, thank God, but he hardly touched his soup and salad, just popping a few veggies into his mouth through the open zipper on the bondage mask as he listened to Morgan bitch in his ear as they watched the video feed of Reid leaning into every caress and gratefully eating every tidbit offered to him, even licking the man’s fingertips… it was like a hot spike in their hearts, seeing their young colleague reduced to this, and each and every one of them was thinking the same thing… will they be able to get Reid back, or was he completely lost within Cachorro…?

The main course was delivered, and again, Hotch didn’t eat much. And what he did eat, he hardly tasted. He wanted nothing more than to take a knife off of the table, shoving it into Coronado’s chest and take his agent in his arms. It took all he had to stay where he was… harder than he had thought it would be.

For nearly an hour after dinner, the guests just sat around talking, and then dessert was announced. They all enjoyed coffee and some dessert Hotch wasn’t familiar with, and didn’t touch, and then came a question that made his stomach jolt.

“So, Arturo…” Purred a female voice with a heavy accent. “Are we going to get to see your new… acquisition in action?” Chuckles went around the table.

“Of course, Katarina.” Coronado said, and waved towards another tent a couple of yards away. “Paloma… if you would?”

Hotch watched Paloma walk across the lawn, and draw back the tent flaps, tying them to the poles. Hotch stared. The small tent was a bed, draped in white.

“Oh God…” He heard Prentiss gasp in his ear, in unison with Morgan’s “Oh no… no no no no no…”

Hotch felt sick as all of the guests turned their chairs to get the best view. Preciosa walked around the table, refilling their coffees.

“Sirena! Jaguar! Aguilo!” Coronado called, and his slaves stepped forward. “Cachorro?” Hotch watched under the table as Reid curled up, gripping Coronado’s pant legs in his fists as he hid his face; he didn’t want to do this… “Cachorro… don’t be shy.” The man chuckled, tousling Reid’s hair in amusement. Titters went around the table at the boy’s pathetic whimper. “Cachorro!” Reid flinched at the firm tone in the man’s voice and slowly uncurled and stood.

He tensed when Jaguar and Aguilo wrapped their arms around him, Jaguar around his waist, Aguilo around his shoulders. Sirena placed her hands on his cheeks and leaned forwards, kissing his forehead, then took his hands and tugged him towards the bed, Jaguar and Aguilo guiding him with their arms. Hotch tensed as they passed, and only Winters’ well timed hand on his shoulder kept him from leaping out and beating the two men off of his lover.

Instead, he did something he knew was the best thing to do, but that he also knew would eat at him for the rest of his life… Nothing.

He sat still on his knees on the cushion, watching in dread as his lover was dragged onto the bed, Jaguar seizing his lips with his own while running a hand down the youth’s pale chest. Reid leaned back into Aguilo, who slowly stripped his shirt off before bowing his head and nibbling over Reid’s neck while his hands ran down his sides. Sirena, in the meantime, was on her knees on the ground between Reid’s legs, sliding his pants down his hips and thighs, before stripping them off completely and tossing them aside. She slid her hands up his legs, pressing them against his inner thighs and pushing them apart.

“I can’t watch this.” Hotch was startled by Prentiss’ sudden words.

“Hotch…” He heard Rossi say to him. “You don’t have to watch this either.”

“Yes.” Hotch breathed into his microphone so only his team, and Winters could hear. “I do.” Winters squeezed his shoulder again. “But you don’t.” And he reached up and discreetly tucked the camera into the mask, depriving Rossi and Morgan of the visual feed.

Sirena was stroking Reid’s length by now, and the other men were stripping. The youth was arching and writhing under the touches of the three others, and after a few minutes of this foreplay they all moved into the middle of the bed and Reid once again found himself kneeling between Sirena’s legs, being guided into the position to penetrate her, while being penetrated by Jaguar with Aguilo presenting his erect penis for oral attentions.

Hotch watched with a heart breaking on his lover’s behalf as the boy leaned forwards and swallowed Aguilo’s erection as Jaguar guided him into Sirena, who was lavishing his nipples with the attentions of her mouth. But when Aguilo saw Jaguar readying himself to enter Reid, he pulled his length from the boy’s lips so as not to muffle the loud, lusty groan that came from the boy as his body was invaded.

Winters tightened his grip on Hotch’s shoulders as the man began to shake, whether in rage or grief he didn’t know… But the man sat there, tense and shaking, breathing harshly as he watched his younger lover copulating with the three others on the bed. It infuriated him that his shy, sensitive little mate was being used like this, his body offered up as nothing but an object of amusement and pleasure…

Jaguar gripped the boy’s hips, pulling Reid’s body into each thrust, stabbing deep into him each and every time until Reid was pressing back into his thrusts, groaning loudly around Aguilo’s length, which he was working eagerly.

Hotch didn’t know how long this scene continued, but finally Aguilo released, and Hotch turned away as Reid lapped up the man’s semen and licked him clean. With Aguilo finished, nothing muffled Reid’s gasps and moans as he bucked his hips, pressing into Sirena and onto Jaguar. His moans transformed into breathy mewls with every exhale until he tensed and cried out his orgasm, arching his back in his pleasure. Jaguar released him and he slumped over onto the bed, falling beside Sirena, whom Jaguar promptly took into his arms and began thrusting into her until he had brought them both to climax. Once recovered, Jaguar, Sirena and Aguilo moved to situate their pale companion on the bed, resting his head on the pillows and covering his lithe body with a plain white sheet. Then the three of them headed to the pool and slipped in amongst the votive candle covered lily pads.

The dinner party calmed in the aftermath of their show. Some of the guests stayed at the table to talk to Coronado, some wandered around the garden and pool and some headed over to the bed to inspect the young agent who had slipped into a light doze. Winters waited a moment, then stood. Hotch blinked and moved to follow him when the man walked across the grass towards the bed that was lit with hundreds of little white Christmas lights, moving the camera in the mask back into surveillance position. And finally, Hotch was standing over his lover, staring down at him. His palms tingled in his desire to reach out to the boy, gather him into his arms and hold him close. But all he could do was stand there and take in the sight of the youth, and be grateful that the boy was alive… But his stomach clenched when he realized that even in sleep, the young doctor, so full of life, looked so sad and emotionally dead…

“Don’t worry… We’ve found him.” Hotch heard Rossi said into his ear. “You’ll have him back within twenty four hours. One day Hotch… You can wait one more day…”

Hotch drew in a deep, calming breath, then turned and followed Winters away from the bed… it was incredibly difficult to do so…

The evening continued on for several more hours, but Hotch didn’t pay attention to any of it… he couldn’t. More than once, Winters caught him staring towards the bed on the lawn, desperation in his eyes. Towards the end of the evening Reid woke and dressed, joining the little party and immediately heading for Coronado who was sitting in a large leather armchair. The boy sat at the man’s feet and curled up, resting his head on Coronado’s knee and nuzzling into the hand that began to stroke his hair and face.

Eventually, the guests began to leave in ones, twos and threes, their slaves trailing after them. Finally, only Winters and the woman named Katarina were left. Coronado had moved to the sofa. Reid was sprawled across it, his head in Coronado’s lap. The long willowy girl, Sirena, was stretched out across the back of the couch, content to be there as a domestic cat, and Paloma was seated on the arm of the sofa, draped over Coronado, her cheek resting on top of the man’s head. Aguilo was perched on the other arm. Jaguar and Paloma were sitting on the sofa side by side with Reid in their laps, Paloma’s head on Jaguar’s shoulder, his arm around her. She was running her hand up and down Reid’s back, and Jaguar was absently rubbing Reid’s inner thigh with his fingertips. Reid was staring off into space, his eyes only half open and glazed… empty…

“You have been glaring at me all night.” Coronado said suddenly, grinning at Winters. “Are you really so against my taking back what is mine?”

“You know I’m against your abducting anyone, much less a Federal Agent.” Winters snorted, scowling.

“But that isn’t all.”

“I don’t approve of your methods, Arturo. You know that. Look at what you’ve done to that boy. His soul has died!”

“Hardly.” Coronado chuckled. “I’ve merely made him into what I want him to be.”

“Why take a slave just to change who they are?” Winters asked, laying a hand on Hotch’s head. “I like my slaves BECAUSE of who they are. I don’t want to change them. That boy…” and he looked at Reid, “May never recover.”

“Recover? What is to recover?” Coronado asked.

“Easy, Hotch…” Rossi murmured when he heard Hotch’s breathing grow harsh and angry.

“… How about who he is?!” Winters demanded.

“You mean who he was? He is no longer a Federal Agent. He is Cachorro. That is all that matters. If he is not MY Cachorro, then he is nothing.” Coronado said, smirking. “NOTHING.” Reid closed his eyes, his face consumed with sadness. “Why don’t you come over in the morning for breakfast. We can have another debate on the subject.”

“Perhaps I will.” Winters said, and Katarina groaned.

“Count me out.” She said, standing with a yawn. “Just because I come to every gathering, it doesn’t mean I want to listen to the two of you argue every damn time.”

“I’ll walk you out, Katarina.” Winters laughed. “Arturo seems… buried.” And he grinned at the man’s slaves. “Aguilo, Jaguar… Cachorro.” He said, nodding to them. The two men nodded back, Reid feigned sleep. Then Winters reached out and took Preciosa’s hand, kissing it. “Dinner was as amazing as always, my dear.”

“Thank you, Master Winters.” Preciosa said.

“Sirena.” Winters nodded to the girl, then turned and took Paloma’s hand, kissing it. “Paloma… behave yourself… you will give your master an ulcer.” The girl grinned in amusement at that, and Coronado smirked and rolled his eyes.

“Arturo.”

“Good evening, Jeff… I’d see you out, but…” Coronado stopped with a chuckle as Sirena, Preciosa and Paloma all wrapped their arms around him. Winters and Katarina laughed and linked arms, waving and calling their goodbyes as they headed for the door. Their cars were waiting. Winters politely saw Katarina and her slave into her vehicle, and then he and Hotch got into their ride. As soon as the door closed, Hotch ripped the mask off of his face and threw it across the car before letting his face fall into his hands.

“... Agent Hotchner… He’s alive. That’s what matters.”

“But for how long?” Hotch whispered. “… I don’t know if he can make it through this…”

“Just hold on.” Winters said, squeezing Hotch’s shoulder. “Tomorrow, you take him home.”
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