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Cachorro	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 11091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6

Hotch stood there in the loft, looking around. He let out a deep sigh of sorrow as he stared at the empty place. So many good memories here… So many beautiful nights with the love of his life in his arms... He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly before finally bending down and picking up one final box of books that had been cleared off of the shelves built into the wall. Hotch stared down at the book on top. It was an old leather bound copy of ‘Peter Pan’ that he had given Reid as a gift after the fiasco with Shane Harvey. Then he turned and headed for the door, closing it behind him for the last time.

Mr. Lawler was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

“Everything out?” He asked with a grin. Hotch leveled a glare on the man, and without a word, gave the man the key. “Thank you, Mr. Hatcher. Hope you find Mr. Reid. ‘Scuse me.” And he turned and walked away, lifting his phone to his ear. “Ms. Matic? Yes ma’am! You can pick up the keys any time!”

Hotch turned and stormed away, furious. He put the box in the passenger seat of his car and got in, turning on the engine. And then he just sat there, staring up at the window of the loft that he would often see Reid sitting in, waiting for the elder man to arrive. It made his heart ache to think that he would never see that sight again…

He was startled out of his thoughts by his phone.

“Hotchner.” He answered. “… I’ll be right there. And Penelope… Good work.”

“Cachorro?” Reid grumbled slightly as the voice intruded on his sleep. “Cachorro… What are you doing out here?” Slowly, he opened his eyes. He was wet. Soaking wet. But warm. Blinking sleepily, he looked up and found himself staring at Coronado in his bath robe.

“… I… It stared to rain.” Reid said.

“It’s still raining Cachorro.”

“… I like the rain.”

“Do you usually sleep in the rain?” Coronado asked, sounding amused.

“… No… it’s always too cold. Here it’s warm.” Reid said softly, pushing his wet hair out of his face.

“That it is.” Coronado said. “Come. Let’s take a bath, and then we can go have breakfast.” Reid eyed him, then sighed and stood, following the man into the bathroom. A hot bath was waiting. Coronado got in, and then ordered Reid to join him. Reid winced, but did as he was told, and sat perfectly still as the man bathed him.

When the bath was finished, and Coronado had dried him, he surprised Reid by offering him a pair of white pants. Reid blinked, but then slowly took them. They were of a very light material, cotton by the feel of them. They would breathe well in the heat of the rainforest, but if he got wet they would be terribly transparent. He pulled them on and sighed in relief at being clothed again. Then he followed the man out of the room and down the sweeping staircase. They ended up in a sunroom, the rain pattering on the glass walls and ceiling. There was a single little table and chair, with a cushion beside it. Coronado bade Reid to sit upon the cushion, and a moment later Paloma brought in a tray.

“Good morning, Paloma.” Coronado greeted, sipping his coffee. Reid perked up at the smell of it. Paloma glared at him.

“Do you require anything?” Paloma asked.

“Not right now, my dear.” Coronado said, stroking Reid’s wet curls. And he continued for several minutes before he began to work on his breakfast. Reid blinked when a little piece of sausage was offered to him. Reid nibbled at it, perking up when he tasted Maple Syrup on it.

“I thought you would enjoy something from the culture you are familiar with.” Coronado said, and Reid managed to sneak a peek at the plate over the edge of the table. His mouth began to water. Scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns and Belgian Waffles with fresh fruit. And to his utter delight, the man allowed him to partake of all of it. Within the hour, the plate was empty, the last of the syrup and juices from the fruits mopped up by the waffles. Coronado was sipping another cup of coffee while stroking Reid’s hair as the boy leaned against the man’s chair, resting his head on his leg.

“Today, I have work to do.” The man said. “So you may explore the house. If a room is off limits to you, it will be locked. If you want anything, I will be in my study, just to the right of the stairs. Spend time with the others. Get to know them. And if you wander the grounds, be careful; sometimes things get in that aren’t supposed to. We have found an Anaconda in the swimming pool and the fountain more than once.” Reid’s eyes widened, and Coronado chuckled. “So tread carefully outside. If you see a jaguar, back away and come straight inside and to me. I will take care of it.”

“… huh?!” Reid squeaked.

“You don’t HAVE to go outside.” Coronado said, ruffling his hair and standing. “Just be careful.” And he walked out of the room. Reid watched him go, then snatched the half empty cup of coffee and gulped it down, moaning in ecstasy.

Once it was gone, he stood and slowly walked out of the room. Then, he began to look around. What to do?

A phone.

He had to find a phone. He had to call Aaron.

“… Aaron…” He breathed, savoring the sound of the name in his ears, and the feel of it on his tongue. Then he took a deep breath and went to the right, beginning to explore. He made his way through room after lavish room, finding the formal and informal dining rooms, the sitting room, and then, after sneaking past the study, where “Master” was working, he found a pair of double doors. Reid paused a moment, then pushed them open.

“… Oh…” He breathed, mouth falling open and eyes widening. Before him was a big, beautiful library. Slowly he stepped in, staring around. The library was two stories, a spiral staircase leading up to the walkway around the perimeter of the library on the second floor level. He walked over to the nearest shelf and ran his hand over the spines of the books, then began to skim the titles, every now and then pulling one off of the shelf. When he had a large stack in his arms he moved over to a large, plush armchair and settled in, curling his legs beneath himself. He opened the first book and began to skim a finger down the page.

He was almost finished when Aguilo and Jaguar peered in.

“Here he is!” Jaguar called, and the women appeared behind them. “Cachorro!” Reid blinked and looked up. Immediately he seemed to sink further into the chair, almost hiding behind the book.

“We’re going outside.” Aguilo said. “Come with us.”

“… Oh… Um, thanks but… I’m fine here…”

“We’re going swimming.” Preciosa said.

“… No thanks.” Reid mumbled, refusing to look at them.

Paloma snorted. “I told you.” She said to the others. They all stared at Reid for a moment, then left him to his reading. Reid sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before going back to his reading, though he soon stopped as he heard the others playing outside in the pool. He turned and looked out of the large floor-to-ceiling windows and saw them splashing in the pool… In the nude. Reid’s eyes widened and he turned away abruptly when Sirena climbed out of the pool and strolled around it, calm as could be. He could feel his face heating up as he turned bright pink.

But soon enough, he was absorbed in his reading. It was several hours later that Coronado walked in.

“I thought I would find you here.” The man said, and Reid looked up. “I hear you didn’t want to go outside with the others?” Reid just lowered his eyes. “They are your family now, Cachorro. You should spend time with them.”

“… I don’t want to.” Reid whispered, wincing as he thought of the hostility that came off of Paloma in waves, and how Jaguar and Aguilo had assisted in his… sexual torture in the cellar. He scowled. “I want nothing to do with them.”

“Cachorro.” Coronado said scoldingly.

“… I just want to be left alone.” Reid said.

“You made a family out of your co-workers.” Coronado said, and Reid winced. “You can make them your family now.”

“I don’t WANT them to be.” Reid insisted.

“… I think that this evening, you should go through a bonding exercise with them.”

“Do I have to?” Reid groaned.

“Don’t whine like a child!” Coronado laughed. “Now come. I wish to go for a walk. You will accompany me.” Reid blinked, then sighed and set his book aside and followed the man outside. Coronado strolled over the lawn and through his gardens, Reid shuffling along behind him, admiring the liana and the brilliantly colorful bromeliad and strelitzia. He jumped slightly at an odd call, and looked up in time to see a toucan take flight. As they walked the grounds, Reid realized that he really was going to have to rely on his team… there was no way he could escape. The jungle was wild and thick, and even the road into the grounds would be a dangerous one to travel.

Thunder rolled over them, and Reid could smell the rain coming again. He followed Coronado back to the house. When they got there, Paloma handed the man a cup. Coronado smiled and turned, lifting it to Reid’s lips.

“Drink.”

“… Why?”

“Because I think you’ve not had anything to drink since breakfast.” Reid blinked, then shrugged and began to drink. It was a fruit juice, he wasn’t sure what kind… He drained the contents of the cup, and Coronado smiled. “Good.” He said, patting Reid on the head, and then said something that made Reid’s blood run cold. “That should also help you relax for your bonding exercise with the others this evening.”

Reid returned to library. But within the hour, he was beginning to feel… hot and bothered. His mind kept flashing to some… very inappropriate thoughts that might dominate the daydreams of a horny high school kid in algebra class.

When dinner time rolled around, he was led by Sirena to the informal dining room. There he was made to again sit by his master’s side on a cushion on the floor where the man hand fed him his dinner of freshly sautéed vegetables, quinoa, and a seared swordfish steak. Then, he offered Reid a glass. It was another kind of fruit juice. This one had a citrusy taste to it. He drained the glass, and then nibbled at the bread the man offered. As dinner grew to a close, Reid found himself feeling hot and bothered again… and it was getting worse.

Coronado spoke to the other slaves, and they left the room. Then Coronado enjoyed a cup of coffee. This time, Reid barely noticed the tantalizing smell… he was shaking and fighting not to squirm. Finally, Coronado stood.

“Come, Cachorro.” He said, and Reid slowly rose. “Time to bond with the others.” And he led Reid up the stairs to a bedroom Reid hadn’t been in before. Reid froze, eyes wide. The other slaves were sitting on the bed, waiting patiently. And they were completely naked. Preciosa was casually stroking Aguilo’s awakening arousal.

“No.” Reid gasped, beginning to tremble in more than just the arousal running through his body. That’s when it hit him… the fruit juices had been laced with something… he had been slipped an aphrodisiac.

“Do not be afraid of them.” Coronado said. “They will be gentle with you.”

“What do you have, Garcia?” Hotch asked, walking into the round table room.

“I’ve found an associate of Coronado in Long Boat Key. In fact, only a few houses down. When Coronado is in Florida, he and this guy have VERY similar activity on their credit cards.”

“What do you mean?” Rossi asked.

“I mean they are frequently at the same place at the same time, one of which happens to be a uh… A BDSM Dungeon Club.” Garcia explained. “I’m willing to bet they know each other.”

“… Sounds like someone we need to talk to.” Hotch said. “JJ, stay with Garcia. The rest of you with me.”

Within half an hour they were on the jet heading to Florida. And immediately on landing, they picked up a car and headed to the residence of a man by the name of Jeff Winters.

Hotch led the march of righteous fury to the front door and banged on it. A moment later, a young red headed woman opened it. She was wearing a bikini and a collar.

“Can I help you?” She asked, smiling curiously and eyeing Morgan up and down.

“We’re looking for Jeffrey Winters.” Hotch said, flashing his badge. The girl blinked.

“… Is he in trouble?”

“We just need to ask him a few questions.” Rossi said.

“… Oh. Okay… Um, please come in.” She said, and led them into the lavish beach-side house. She led them into a sitting room. “I’ll let him know you’re here.” And she left.

“… She’s a slave.” Morgan commented as soon as the girl was out of ear shot.

“she doesn’t seem… like a prisoner, though.” Emily pointed out. “She seems happy…”

“Stockholm Syndrome.” Rossi said, frowning.

“Hardly.” The group turned as a man in his forties walked in. He had sun bleached hair and tanned skin. “I have around thirty slaves. Seven live with me by choice. And the others pay me.”

“… You’re a Dom?” Emily asked, eyes widening. The man just smiled and extended a hand. Hotch accepted it.

“Agent Hotchner. Agents Morgan, Rossi and Prentiss.”

“Jeff Winters. And yes. I’m a Dom. I’ve been in this profession for fifteen years. The slaves living with me are here by choice. They are people who decided that they didn’t like the normal lives they were leading. I take care of them. They come and go. Some have been with me for years, some just for a few weeks, just as a bit of a… vacation. The young lady who let you in has been living here since her parents found out about her fetish and kicked her out… Not only am I giving her room and board, but I’m personally paying to put her through college. I assure you, they are ALL here of their own free will and can leave any time. You may speak to all of them if you would like. Is that why you’re here?”

“… Not exactly.” Hotch said. He opened a case file and set a photo down on the coffee table. Winters sighed.

“… Arturo. Why am I not surprised…?”

“You know this man?”

“OH yes…” Winters said. “He’s always trying to sell me slaves and offering to break mine in. He doesn’t understand that I don’t DEAL in trafficking humans. All of mine are here by choice.”

“You’ve seen his slaves?”

“Yes.”

“Do you… recognize this one?” Hotch asked, handing over another photo. This was the photo of Reid from their original run in with Coronado, dressed in black vinyl and looking like a model in a Bondage Magazine. Winters took the photo and stared at it, then let out a deep exhale.

“… Cachorro.” He said in a low tone. Then he looked up from the others. “You’re FBI?”

“Yes.” Morgan said.

“… He took him back, didn’t he?” Winters asked, looking at the agents. He took in their suppressed rage. Standing and shaking his head, Winters walked across the room, staring down and the photo of the one he knew as Cachorro. “I warned him. I told him to let it go. To cut his losses and forget about him. But he wouldn’t let it go. He took it as a personal insult when you took him back. I told him not to buy a Federal Agent in the first place… he wouldn’t listen.”

“Do you know,” Prentiss said, “where he may have taken Cachorro?”

“… What’s his name?” Winters asked.

“What?” Rossi asked.

“Cachorro. What is his name?”

“… Spencer.” Hotch said after a moment. Winters nodded, finally handing back the photo.

“He has a lot of places. He’s selling his property here on the island.”

“He abducted Spencer and flew him to Jamaica.” Hotch told him. “Then took his yacht to the mouth of the Orinoco. Do you know where he may take him?”

“He has a couple of houses in South America…” Winters mused.

“We’ve checked on the houses.” Prentiss said.

“Which ones?”

“One in Buenos Aires, one in Lima, one in Chile.” Morgan listed. Winters blinked.

“What about the one in Brazil?” Winters asked.

“What?” Rossi asked.

“His mother’s family estate.”

“His mother?” Morgan asked, flipping through the file. “… Irena Zapata from Manaus…”

“Yeah. He has the Zapata family estate there. It’s still under his grandfather’s name. He goes there when he wants privacy.” Winters said. The team stared at him.

“… then that’s where we need to go.” Hotch said.

“It’s not that easy.” Winters said, frowning. “There’s a lot of security. And before helping you, the government will want proof that the kid is there.”

“We have to get in, somehow.” Rossi said.

“Mr. Winters. Who would he allow onto his property?” Hotch asked.

“… Other’s in the trafficking ring.” Winters said. “Actually… he hosts an annual party at the estate.”

“When.” Rossi asked.

“… Actually… it’s in about two weeks. My guess is that he plans to show off Cachorro. That will be a good time to find out if he is there.”

“How do we get in.” Hotch asked.

“Invitation only.” Winters said, frowning.

“Did you get one?” Morgan asked.

“Of course.” Winters said.

“Can you get us in?”

“… I could get one of you in.” Winters said. “Attendees always bring a slave with them to show off. If one of you is willing to play the part of a slave, then I could get you in with me.”

“I’ll do it.” Hotch said without hesitation. Everyone stared at him.

“No offense, Agent Hotchner, but you’re a dominant personality. I don’t think you could pull it off.” Winters said.

“For Reid, I will.” Hotch said firmly. “I have to see that he’s alright for myself.”

“… It will take training.” Winters said.

“… Then you have two weeks to teach me how to act.” Hotch said. Winters stared thoughtfully for a moment, then stood and nodded.

“Then we should start right away.” He conceded.

“You three. Get everything ready. Get in touch with the Brazilian government and let them know what’s going on. Get Garcia on the house, see if she can get photos, blueprints, maps of the area, anything. Maybe the names and backgrounds of other people who may be attending the party. Prentiss, help JJ talk to the local government. Rossi, inform Strauss of the plan. Morgan. You’re in charge.” The three agents stared at their Unit Chief. “… NOW!” Hotch commanded and they all stood.

“Good luck, Hotch.” Morgan said, clasping Hotch’s hand.

“See you soon, Aaron. Behave yourself.”

“Shut up, Dave.”

Hotch and Winters saw the others to the door. Once they were gone, Winters looked at Hotch.

“You sure you’re up for this?”

“Absolutely. Where do we start?” Hotch asked. Winters grinned.

“Follow me.”

The sun had set. Reid stood in the large bedroom, staring in horror at the five other slaves, horrified at what he now knew Coronado meant by a ‘bonding exercise’. Reid looked up and stared at the man with large eyes, shining with tears. “But… I don’t want to…” He whimpered, clutching Coronado’s shirt in his fists.

“Why not?”

“I… I don’t… I don’t want them to touch me…” Reid gasped, and the tears fell.

“Awww…” Coronado chuckled, and hugged Reid close. “What a touching show of loyalty…” Reid winced, hiding his face in the man’s chest. But he was silent. He let the man believe that Reid didn’t want the others to touch him because he belonged to Coronado alone. But in his head he was screaming the truth. AARON’S!!! I AM AARON’S!!! HIS AND ONLY HIS!!!

But then, he was being guided over to the large bed where the others were.

“No!” Reid cried, but Coronado set him down on the bed where the others quickly wrapped their arms around him. “Please, no!” Reid wailed, reaching out to his master as the man backed away, leaving him in the arms of the other slaves. Tears flooded down his face as he was drawn back into the middle of the bed, four pairs of hands running over his body, rubbing his stomach and chest, playing with his nipples and the rings in them, and tugging at the hem of his pants. Hands and lips ran over every inch of exposed skin.

Paloma, the dominant slave, seized Reid’s mouth with her own and slid her tongue past his lips. Reid let out a yell and jerked his head away, but when he tried to push her away Jaguar and Aguilo caught his wrists and pinned them down. She leaned down and kissed him again. Reid yelled into the kiss again, and when she forced her tongue into his mouth, he bit her.

“AI!!!” She yelped, jerking back and slapping a hand to her mouth. “He bit me!”

“CACHORRO!!!” Coronado barked, and Reid froze in terror. He heard the boots coming across the floor and he began to cry.

“Please don’t!” He begged. “I don’t want this… please… don’t hurt me! Please!”

“You will not harm your brothers and sisters.” Coronado growled, and Reid trembled where he lay. “Do you understand? Or do you need to go back to the cellar?”

“… I understand…” Reid whispered, staring at the man with pained eyes. Coronado stared back for a moment then turned and walked away. “Continue.” He called over his shoulder, and a moment later Reid closed his eyes as Preciosa and Sirena slid his pants off of his hips and down his legs, eventually tossing them aside and leaving him naked.

Then, hands were stroking his thighs and coaxing his legs apart and his soft whimpers grew to helpless sobs. Paloma eyed him in distaste and moved away. A moment later, Sirena was hovering over him, smiling. She began to speak to him in a gentle, loving tone and stroked his hair and face, then kissed his forehead. Reid struggled to focus on her kind voice, but he didn’t know what she was saying… He didn’t speak Portuguese.

He cried out when gentle fingers began to run up and down the length of his penis, and he wept in helpless despair when his body responded quickly, especially with the drugs running through his system that had been in the fruit juice he had been made to drink earlier. The one hand was joined by three more… his hips, thighs and genitals were stroked and massaged by Preciosa and Paloma, and Sirena began to kiss him again. Jaguar and Aguilo ran their hands up and down his arms and torso, and his skin trembled under their touches.

Coronado smirked, then chuckled when he saw the bitchy scowl on Paloma’s face; she was still mad about being bitten. Preciosa leaned forward and began to take the young man’s erection into her mouth. Reid cried out into Sirena’s mouth and bucked his hips. Preciosa let his erection slip from her lips and Sirena straddled his hips. Then, Sirena flipped them so that he was kneeling between her legs, and her head was between his hands. He stared down at her, eyes wide. He tried to move away, but Aguilo and Jaguar held him where he was as they moved around.

Then Aguilo’s knees were on either side of Sirena’s head, his erect length eye level with Reid. Reid was aware of Jaguar moving in behind him, the man’s hands on his hips as Aguilo rested his hands on the boy’s face.

“Open your mouth, Cachorro.” Coronado ordered. Reid shuddered and closed his eyes. Aguilo squeezed his jaw, forcing his mouth open before thrusting his length inside. Reid winced, but didn’t fight it… he was afraid of what his punishment would be if he did, and he was overwhelmed by the chemically induced desire that was making his blood boil…

He felt Jaguar’s hands slide around his hips and then fist his erection. He moaned loudly, making Aguilo hiss. Reid felt Jaguar guide his body into position, and then his length slid into a hot, wet sheath that quivered and contracted around his throbbing erection. Reid groaned, and vaguely registered Sirena’s gasp of pleasure as he was made to enter her. But she was drowned out by Reid’s loud hoarse cry when Jaguar entered him.

Paloma and Preciosa sat side by side on the edge of the bed and watched as Jaguar rocked his hips forward, shoving their Cachorro into Sirena.

Coronado leaned back in his chair and sipped his red wine, his eyes taking in the scene before him. He mused Cachorro over in his mind… the contrast between the boy’s pale milky skin and the darker skin of the others really stood out. Coronado thought that it complimented them greatly.

Smiling, he beckoned Paloma over. She blinked and hurried up to him. He pointed at the scene, and she turned and watched Jaguar taking Cachorro as Cachorro took Sirena and worked Aguilo with his mouth.

“What do you think of them?” Coronado asked.

“What about them?”

“Cachorro and Sirena… very similar physical type… tall and thin. Willowy… He could make a good mate for her.”

“What?!” Paloma blurted, eyes wide.

“I am wondering if perhaps I should allow them to breed.” Coronado said.

“… You have to drug him to get him to have sex with the others. Do you really want his lousy disposition to be passed down?” Paloma asked, frowning. Coronado chuckled.

“He has a charming disposition! Soft, gentle, intelligent…”

“I wouldn’t breed with him.” Paloma snorted, crossing her arms. Coronado grinned up at her. “I wouldn’t let him penetrate me at all! I feel sorry for Sirena!!! He’s whiney and obnoxious and he can’t be trusted.” She looked at Coronado. “He’s a snake. Deceptive. You should put him down.”

Coronado just chuckled, turning and watched his slaves copulate on the bed. His Cachorro was trembling and his skin glistened with sweat. He was moaning loudly and bucking his hips, thrusting into Sirena and taking Jaguar deep into his own body while he took Aguilo into his throat, swallowing around his length. His muffled whimpers reached the man’s ears and the shaking in his body intensified, especially as Sirena’s long fingers played with his nipples. A strained whine was heard, and then a strangled yell as he bucked forwards into the woman below him and climaxed.

“Let him lie down.” Coronado called to the others. Aguilo and Jaguar groaned, but they backed off and shoved Reid over to the side of the bed. Then Jaguar fell upon Sirena, slamming into her over and over again, making her shriek her pleasure to the room. Aguilo moved in on Preciosa who was panting in arousal after watching them, though he tended to her in a more gentle manner than Jaguar was Sirena. Coronado chuckled at his slaves and stood, shaking his head.

“Join them if you wish.” He said to Paloma.

“… May I go with you?” She asked, giving him a wanton look.

“If you wish for your pleasure you may seek it with the others.” Coronado chuckled, waking over to the bed and scooping his Cachorro up into his arms. “I must tend to this one.” And he turned and walked from the room. Paloma watched him leave, and clenched her fists as she glared hard at Cachorro’s head, hanging limp, wishing death on the young man.

Once Coronado reached his own room, he lay Reid down on the bed and stripped himself naked. Reid opened his eyes slightly and watched the man. He whimpered when the man hung over him, wedging his hips between the youth’s thighs. Then he closed his eyes and moaned when Coronado pressed into him and took up a smooth rhythm, pushing his swollen member deep into the slender body beneath him over and over again. He smiled as the boy squirmed, moaning in pleasure and arching his back, tossing his head with a gasp as he pressed his hips into Coronado and spread his legs wide, allowing the man the deepest penetration possible.

Reid could feel his own genitals begin to tingle and awaken to the pleasure, and his spent length began to harden again. He closed his eyes and turned his head as the man began to nibble over his neck. He moaned softly, just as Coronado liked him to, but his mind began to drift until it focused in on Aaron… his eyes… his kiss… his touch… And as Reid focused on Hotch he slipped into a trance in which it was his lover touching him and not his tormentor… he moaned louder and willed himself to reach his orgasm quickly, wanting to end this as soon as possible that he might slip into sleep, the only time he was ever happy in this dreadful place…
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