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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 5

Reid didn’t know how long he had been locked in that dark room, panting and groaning and whimpering as his body trembled violently under the assault of the sex toys that had been forced on, and in him. He had already passed out once, and woken up. Now it wasn’t just the forced pleasure, but pain had moved in as well. Reid was pretty sure that his balls had turned blue by the time the door finally opened.

Coronado stood there with Aguilo and Jaguar. The three men stared at the youth who looked as though he was having a seizure with his shaking and frequent jerks and twitches. His eyelids fluttered and he struggled to focus.

After a moment, Coronado strode over and stood before him, staring down.

“Good afternoon, Cachorro.” He said calmly. Reid closed his eyes as a shudder ran through his frame. “You are struggling.” Coronado commented. “Perhaps you wish to ask me something?” And he reached out and unbuckled the gag, removing it.

Reid gasped in relief as he was able to move his jaw again, but a sob soon followed.

“P-Please…” he begged, his voice, hoarse.

“… Please what, Cachorro?”

“… Help me… please…” Reid pleaded, panting very much like the dog Coronado wanted him to be. Coronado stared at him. Reid stared back.

“Well?” The man asked.

“Please!”

“… Please what?” Coronado asked. And then Reid realized what he wanted. And he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Master!” He cried, and the tears began to flow in the pain of this defeat. “Please help me, Master!!!”

Coronado merely snapped his fingers and Aguilo hurried over, dropping to his knees. To Reid’s horror, the other man bowed his head and took his swollen length into his mouth. Reid threw his head back with a scream, writhing desperately. Coronado took Reid’ face in his hands and made he boy look at him.

“What is your name?!” The man demanded. Reid stared up at him, his heart breaking within his chest. Then his head whipped to the side as a result of the harsh slap from the man. “… WHAT IS YOUR NAME!!!” Reid broke down.

“C-Ca—nng—C-Cachorro…” He managed to choke out between sobs.

“… your accent is atrocious, but I suppose that was close enough… Now… Where is your home?!”

“Here!”

“NO!”

“… With you…” Reid gasped.

“Yes. And who am I?!”

“Master!”

“And what are you?!”

“Yours!” Reid screamed, feeling the pressure growing within his brain, waiting for it to collapse and implode under the pressure. “I am yours!!!” Coronado began to walk around the chair slowly, watching Reid straining against his bonds and rocking his hips as Aguilo worked the boy’s erection in his mouth.

“Say it again. All of it.” The man commanded.

“My name is Cachorro…” Reid gasped, struggling to speak. “My home is with you… you are my master, and I am yours.”

“AGAIN!”

“My name is Cahorro. I am yours! You are my Master and my home is with you!”

“AGAIN!!!”

“My name is Cachorro! You are my Master! I am yours and my home is with you!”

“AGAIN!!!”

“My name is Cachorro! You are my Master! I am yours and my home is with you!” Reid cried.

“AGAIN!!!” Coronado ordered yet again, then leaned down and whispered something to Aguilo.

“My name is Cachorro! You—AAAHH!!!” Reid threw his head back and screamed as the cock rings were removed from his body. Aguilo didn’t even blink when the agent released, his semen spurting forth in copious amounts, flooding his mouth. The boy’s body quivered violently in the aftermath of his orgasm, but he soon quieted. Coronado watched as Jaguar and Aguilo unbuckled the leather straps that held his Cachorro in place, and then slowly lifted him off of the chair.

Then Coronado took Reid into his arms and carried the youth out of the cellar and back up to the bedroom. Jaguar and Aguilo followed.

“You know what to do.” Coronado said, setting Reid down on the bath rug. The two slaves nodded, and the man left. Jaguar started the bath and Aguilo knelt by Reid, brushing the boy’s hair out of his face.

“Your name is Cachorro. You belong to Master… and your home is with him.” He hissed into the youth’s ear. “Your name is Cachorro. You belong to Master, and your home is with him.”

Jaguar glanced back as Aguilo repeated these words over and over again. As they lifted Reid into the tub, Jaguar joined Aguilo, and they repeated their mantra over and over and over again. Towards the end of the bath, Reid was twitching and turning his head slightly towards the voices. His eyes fluttered a couple of the times, but not once did he fully wake.

When they finished bathing him, they patted him dry and laid him in the pet bed and draped a blanket over him after once again locking the chain on the wall to his collar.

Then Jaguar left and Aguilo sat beside the bed, still repeating those words, over and over again.

Hotch pulled up outside of Reid’s loft apartment and blinked when he saw Garcia in the window. As soon as she saw him, she disappeared. And as he got out of the car, she was hurrying down the stairs.

“Penelope?” He asked, frowning. She thrust the paper towards him, and he took it, looking over it. “Don’t worry.” The man said, smiling at her as they headed to the door of the office. “I’ll handle this.” And they stepped in.

“Help you?” A man at the desk grunted without looking up.

“Yes, actually.” Hotch said, walking over to the desk and tossing the paper down on top of the one that the man was reading. The man blinked at the Notice of Eviction.

“Oh! Yeah. Mr. Reid.” And he looked up, then frowned. “… You’re not him.”

“I know.” Hotch said, glancing at the name plate on the man’s desk. “I’m Aaron Hotchner and I’m here on his behalf. I hold Power of Attorney for him when he does not have the ability to see to his own affairs. And that is what I am here to do, Mr. Lawler.”

Lawler eyed Hotchner up and down as the man took a seat in a chair, and somehow managed to loom over desk as if it was his own, and Lawler was the one sitting before it, not behind it. Garcia fidgeted for a moment, then sat down next to Hotch.

“… So what can I do for you?” Lawler asked.

“I see that Reid’s lease is up at the end of the month. And I know he hasn’t given his 30 day notice. And I know that his rent is current. So why the Eviction Notice?”

“… I received an offer on the loft.” Lawler said. “If Mr. Reid—“

“Doctor.” Hotch growled. Lawler blinked. “Doctor Reid.”

“… Whatever. Anyway, if he can make me a better offer, he can stay. Otherwise, I’m leasing to a new tenant.”

“How much?” Hotch asked.

“… Double.”

“DOUBLE?!” Garcia blurted, eyes popping. Hotch held up a hand to silence her.

“That’s completely unreasonable.”

“It’s nothing personal.” Lawler said. “It’s just business, Mr. Hotchner.”

“Agent Hotchner.” Hotch growled. Lawler blinked, and then Hotch flashed his badge. Lawler stared at it, then chuckled.

“I’m not impressed, AGENT Hotchner. Mr. Reid—“

“DOCTOR REID.” Hotch and Garcia snapped.

“Whatever. He has one of those too. This town is full of feds who think that just by flashing their badge they can get their way. If you can guarantee double the rent when he resigns the lease, then fine. He can stay.”

“I’ll have to confer with him about that.” Hotch growled.

“Just as long as I have his signature by the end of the week.”

“… That may not be possible.”

“That’s the terms.” Lawler said, folding his arms and leaning back. “HIS signature on a new lease for double, or he’s out.”

“Dr. Reid has been abducted.” Hotch finally admitted. “We are making efforts to recover him, but at this time it doesn’t look possible by the end of the week.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Hotchner—“

“Agent Hotchner.”

“Whatever. I’m sorry to hear that, but if I don’t have his signature by Friday, the Eviction stands and my new tenants will be moving in the first of the month. So he needs to be out by the 25th.”

“… That’s in two weeks!” Garcia gasped.

Lawler and Hotchner ignored her. They were staring each other down.

“… It’s just business.” Lawler said again, smirking at Hotch.

“… He won’t be here by the end of the week.” The SAC finally said.

“Then his belongings need to be removed. And if you are his Power of Attorney, then I trust that you will see to the removal of his belongings by the 25^th. Now if you will excuse me, I need to contact the new tenants and let them know that they can come sign their lease at any time.”

Fuming, Hotch stood and stalked out of the office. Garcia whimpered, and scurried after him. Out on the street, Hotch stood there, gritting his teeth.

“Oh my God…” He turned at Garcia’s sob, and was surprised to see her in tears.

“Garcia?”

“My poor baby!” She cried, shaking her head and dabbing at her tears with a little lime green hanky. “What’s he going to do?! He doesn’t have a home to come home to!”

Hotch sighed and put an arm about the distraught woman.

“He’ll stay with me.” Hotch said. “My lease is up in another month and a half. So then we’ll either upgrade to a larger apartment or… maybe it’s time we get a house of our own.”

“Oh… You should surprise him with a house!” Garcia squeaked, tears quite suddenly GONE in her delight at the idea of Hotch getting a house to live in with Reid.

“There’s just one problem.” Hotch sighed. “Pets aren’t allowed in my apartment building.”

“I’ll keep the cats.” Garcia said. “Until you get a new place.”

“Thank you, Penelope.” Hotch said.

“You work on finding Reid.” Garcia told him. “I’ll see about hiring a crew to move Reid’s things into storage.”

“Thank you. I would appreciate that.” Hotch said, and sighed. “It’s going to be hard enough for me to break this news to him when we find him…”

“Don’t worry.” Garcia said with a smile. “Everything will be okay.”

Reid woke slowly. The first thing he became aware of was the ache in his rear end, followed by the realization that he was nice and warm. Then he heard the sounds of the jungle, and he could smell the rain on the air. Slowly, he opened his eyes. It was in the evening, judging by the light. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked around. Preciosa was sitting in a chair, reading a book. She seemed to feel Reid’s eyes on her, because a moment later she looked up. When she saw him staring at her, she set the book down and left the room.

Reid wiggled around a bit… he had to pee.

A moment later, Coronado walked into the room. Reid eyes widened, and then he ducked his head and curled up as small as he could, trembling slightly.

“Good evening, Cachorro.” The man said, eyeing the boy. He then turned and spoke to Preciosa, and she scurried out. “You look uncomfortable.”

“… I have to go to the bathroom…” Reid whispered, not making eye contact with the man. He heard the rustling of cloth, and then a hand removed the chain from his collar. Then, a hand was offered. Swallowing thickly, Reid placed in hand into Coronado’s and allowed the man to guide him into the bathroom. Then he was given some privacy to do his business. Afterwards Coronado took him out onto the terrace and sat down in his chair. After a slight hesitation, Reid sat down on the warm terra cotta tiling and simply winced a bit when the man began to comb his fingers through his chestnut curls.

After a few more minutes, the petting stopped. Reid opened his eyes at a sweet scent and watched as the man began to peel an orange. And a moment later, Reid stared at the slice of fruit the man was offering him. He swallowed again, then leaned forwards and accepted the bit of orange from Coronado’s fingers. Bit by bit, Coronado fed Reid the majority of the orange, taking a piece himself ever now and then. And then he picked up a knife and began to slice pieces off of a banana, offering Reid each piece. Reid accepted each silently, along with a piece of bread that had a bit of butter spread over it.

Once the bread was gone, the man went back to stroking his hair. Reid shifted a bit and chewed his lip, and after several minutes finally spoke.

“… I’m thirsty…” He murmured softly.

“… Address me properly, Cachorro.” Coronado said calmly.

Reid paused, then said “I’m thirsty, Master…”

The man regarded him in thoughtful satisfaction, then offered the boy a bowl of water. Reid’s hand moved for it, but the youth checked himself and promptly lowered it again before leaning forwards.

“There’s a good boy.” The man praised, and allowed Reid to drink from the bowl. “If you continue this good behavior, perhaps you may have some recreational time with the others tomorrow.” Reid said nothing. He just bowed his head and closed his eyes, thinking of his team, and dreaming of being back with them… God, how he wanted to go home...

They sat out on the terrace as the sun set, and a rain storm moved in. The thunder was soft and soothing, and the sounds of the jungle began to lull Reid in a lethargic state. Eventually, Coronado stood and stretched.

“Come, Cachorro. It is time to go to bed.” The man said, and Reid slowly stood and followed him inside. But when Reid moved to the pet bed, there was a hand on his shoulder. He turned and blinked up at Coronado, but when he saw the man’s eyes, he froze and his blood ran cold. The man’s eyes burned with lust. And Reid was REALLY feeling his nudity.

“… No….” He gasped, his voice barely audible.

“Shhh…” Coronado soothed, and pushed Reid back. As Reid’s legs hit the bed he fell back onto it, and Coronado stood over him. Reid whimpered and scooted back from the edge, wide eyes on his captor.

“Stop.” The man said when Reid was centered in the middle of the bed. Reid gulped.

“Please…” He whimpered as the man removed his coat and began to unbutton his shirt. “Don’t…”

“Calm down, Cachorro.” Coronado said, letting his shirt fall to the floor. He smirked as he watched his Cachorro’s eyes roam over the bronzed skin of his chest, taking in the well defined muscles. But then the boy’s eyes widened as he moved to unbuckle his belt.

“Please…” Reid breathed once more, his voice shaking. Coronado unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, his boxer briefs following a moment later. Reid whimpered again, this time shutting his eyes tightly, refusing to look. Coronado grinned at that.

“It’s not as if you don’t have one!” The man laughed. Reid began to pant slightly in his fear as he felt the man moving onto the bed, his knees coming to rest on either side of his thighs. A hand ran down his side.

“Please…” Reid begged. “Please don’t do this to me… please…”

“Shhhh…” The man hissed, and lowered his head. Reid let out a tiny squeak as he felt lips brush over his own. Then they pressed down firmly and a tongue slid into his mouth. Reid winced and tensed, fisting his hands as tears rolled down his face. His heart was pounding in his chest and he whimpered again when the man moved and placed a knee between his legs. A moment later he managed to force the other knee between Reid’s thighs and moved up, wedging his hips between the young agent’s knees, forcing his legs apart.

Reid was fighting back sobs, but he couldn’t stop the trembling in his body, coming from his fear, despair and rage at the fact that he had to let the man have his way with him if he was to survive. The one question in his mind was, how long could he pretend to be broken without actually breaking? He may not have shattered as Coronado had suspected, but this was slowly whittling away at the inner strength that was keeping the young man together, and Reid knew it. One man could only take so much, and it was only a matter of time before he was truly brought to his breaking point. And when that happened, he would completely fall apart and become exactly what Coronado wanted him to be.

Reid whimpered again when Coronado popped open a bottle of lubrication and slathered it over his erection. Then, he was pressing forwards, forcing his dark erection into the slender body. Reid grit his teeth and closed his eyes, a strained whine coming from his throat as he arched his back, trying in vain to relieve some of the pain that came from the unwelcome penetration, though only a little bit of the pain was actually physical.

He winced and turned his face away from Coronado’s when the man began to whisper into his ear, though most of his words were in Spanish. Reid let out a whimpering groan as the man began to pump in and out of his body, murmuring words of encouragement to him. Reid kept his head turned to the side and he focused on the view of the misty jungle outside the large doors that opened up onto the veranda. But he couldn’t help the tingles of pleasure that began to move through him, especially as large hands caressed his body. After a few minutes, Coronado’s hard shaft seared a path across the boy’s prostate, making the youth roll his eyes back and moan, bucking his hips slightly.

“Good boy…” Coronado rumbled approvingly, stroking Reid’s abdomen with his fingers, slowly moving them lower and lower with each gentle petting. Reid’s shaking hands slowly moved to grip the man’s biceps as he rolled his hips, gasping softly as he allowed the pleasure to wash over him, as much as he wanted to fight it…

“NNH!!!” He cried out, throwing his head back as the man took up a faster pace, and a moment later Reid let out a thin wail as a large hand began to fondle his genitals. “Ahh… ahnn… oh…”And then his cries were muffled as a mouth covered his own, a tongue sliding over his tongue… long black tresses tumbled down over Coronado’s shoulders as his hair came loose from the hair tie and surrounded his and Reid’s faces as the elder plundered the mouth of the younger, just as he plundered his body.

Reid writhed and squirmed, lifting his hips as Coronado pumped his shaft. Then, he ripped his face away from Coronado’s as he threw his head back and cried out his release into the large bedroom, the thunder echoing his call. Then he lay there trembling, his body jerking as Coronado continued to thrust into him, seeking his own release. When he finally did, Reid winced and shuddered in disgust as he felt he man soiling his body with his seed.

Reid heaved a great sigh as the man move to lie beside him, a possessive arm draped over the boy’s lithe body. The man chuckled. “Me too…” He mumbled. Reid had to fight back a snort and a roll of the eyes. But he lay there, still and silent, and waited. And finally, when Coronado was asleep, he wiggled away from the man and slid out o the bed and walked out onto the terrace where the rain was beginning to fall.

He stared out over the misty jungle as the last lights of day faded, and for a moment the world was illuminated by a flash of lightning. After a few moments, Reid sighed and closed his eyes, letting the rain soak him. And then he whispered out into the rain.

“I am Dr. Spencer Reid of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the Federal Bureau of Investigation of the United States of America. I was born to William and Diana Reid in October of 1981. My mother is a professor of 15^th century literature and is a paranoid schizophrenic. My father left us when I was ten. I graduated High School at age twelve and after college I joined the BAU. My best friends are Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss. Jason Gideon and David Rossi are friends and mentors. My Unit Chief is Aaron Hotchner. And I love him. And I am playing the part of Cachorro so that I can get back to him.” Reid sucked in a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, a sharp pang shooting through his heart and into his gut. He was unable to contain the dry sob and he slowly sunk to his knees, drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs, hiding his face in his knees.

“I’m playing Cachorro so I can go home…” He gasped, tears flooding down his face. “I wanna go home… I… Aaron… Aaron, please take me home…”
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