Chapter 16
Tony sat on his slave pillow beside Gibbs' desk, his head down. He was trying his hardest to hide not only the fear but the total hatred he held for the man walking into the bullpen. Falco was talking to Ziva and Tony could hear her laugh at something Falco said. He had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming out loud.
He didn't know how much more of this he could stand. He was barely able to keep his act together even though he knew he had to, in order to keep Gibbs safe. That's all that mattered. Keep Gibbs safe. That had become Tony's mantra, while Falco had been repeatedly thrusting his dick into his mouth, invading his body with harsh, blunt fingers, pinching his nipples until he wanted to scream. Keep Gibbs safe.
But oh God, it had been going on, this punishment, this torture, for over two weeks now, and Tony knew he was showing signs of strain. Gibbs had been looking at him the past few days, like he knew something was going on and he was trying to figure it out.
He was tired, Tony said. It was a strain to be among law enforcement officers and not be able to participate. It was difficult when it reminded him, day after day, what had been stolen from him. All of this was the truth, but not the entire truth, of course.
And when Gibbs touched him, made love to him, or just fucked him over the kitchen table, Tony ached to tell him to stop, wanted to scream that he was unclean, that he should stop, that Gibbs deserved someone better, a slave who wasn't another man's toy.
It was one of the hardest things Tony had ever done, pretending that he was relaxed and that he welcomed Gibbs' touches. He had to use every one of his talents to ensure that Gibbs never had a clue that something was wrong. He quietly thanked God for all that undercover experience he had. After all, he wasn't considered the best undercover cop for nothing.
Having learned from his first mistake, when he had hit Tony in the face, Falco was extra careful about not leaving any marks on him, which ensured that he would be able to continue his assaults on Tony without danger of detection. So it fell to Tony, to either learn to live with the shame, the horror he faced daily, or risk his Master's life, something he wasn't willing to do. He took his first calming breath of the day when Falco turned from Ziva's desk and headed out of the bullpen.
The team had been on cold cases for the last couple of days, which kept Tony out of Falco's hands, and Tony couldn't help but pray that would continue for a while longer. As much as he hated just sitting here, on this God-awful pillow, doing absolutely nothing, it was a far cry better than what he would face at the hands of that sadistic bastard if the team was called out. At least today Tony had been allowed to bring a book with him.
Tony watched over the edge of his book as one by one each member of the team got up from their desks and left the bullpen, following up one lead or another, until only Tony and Gibbs were left. Just when Tony was finally feeling at ease, Gibbs grabbed the paper he was reading off his desk and stood.
"I have to run this up to the Director," Gibbs said and stepped away from his desk. "You stay right here, do not move. I won't be long."
"Yes, Master," Tony replied, keeping his head bowed like all slaves are expected to do, but peeking up at Gibbs on the sly.
"Good boy." Gibbs smiled at Tony's antics and then headed for the Director's office.
Tony sighed deeply as he watched Gibbs climb the stairs. He was getting bored just sitting here, but the alternative was…Tony shivered at the thought and turned back to his book. It was the latest Jack Ryan novel by Tom Clancy and he had to admit it was pretty good. He still preferred to watch the movies, Hunt for Red October being his favorite, but at least the book gave him something to do while he was stuck at the Navy Yard, and it was getting to the best part.
Tony became so engrossed with his novel that he was no longer paying attention to the room around him. He was startled when Gibbs' chair was suddenly pulled out and his arm was grabbed in a painfully tight grip. Yanked to his feet, Tony found himself being dragged toward the elevator by Falco.
Falco slapped the down button on the elevator and then pulled Tony tightly against him while they waited for the car to arrive. "You belong to me now," Falco whispered in Tony's ear, with a self-satisfied grin on his face.
"The hell I do," Tony snapped back. Hearing those words coming out of Falco's mouth made Tony feel like he had been hit in the gut. He belonged to no one, as far as he was concerned. The only thing that got him through this thing called slavery was having the mindset that he and Jethro were lovers, not Master and Slave, no matter what it said on paper and he sure as hell wasn't going to let this asshole change his little fantasy.
"What did you say to me?" Falco asked angrily.
"You heard me. I do not now, nor will I ever, belong to you," Tony replied sharply as he tried to pull away.
"You'll pay for that insolence, slave," Falco snarled and tightened his grip on Tony's arm. The elevator door opened and Falco began dragging Tony inside.
Tony dug his feet in, fighting every effort Falco made to get him inside, but when he saw one of the other agents watching, he knew his resistance could get him declared an attempted runaway, so he hesitated just a moment. It was just what Falco needed to propel him into the elevator.
To Tony's horror, the doors began to slide shut. Turning unexpectedly, Tony pushed as hard as he could against Falco's chest, causing him to stumble back and lose his grip on his arm. Tony shoved his hand into the small opening, preventing the doors from closing. He saw Gibbs coming down the stairs, and his heart soared, he was saved. At least he thought he was, until he felt Falco grab his arm and try to pull in back inside.
"Master!" Tony yelled in desperation.
Falco yanked on Tony's arm, but couldn't pry his hand off the elevator doors. He knew he didn't have much time, now that the slave had called out for his Master. Digging his nails into Tony's arm, in the hope that the pain would cause him to release his death grip on the door, Falco made one last attempt to jerk him inside so the door would close before Gibbs could get to them. Falco felt a smug sense of satisfaction when Tony suddenly lost his grip and the doors began to close. Someone shoved their hand in the narrow opening and the doors slid open, revealing an angry looking Gibbs.
"What the hell is going on here?" Gibbs growled as he took in the sight before him. Falco had a tight hold on Tony's arm and he looked like he was having a hard keeping his temper under control. Tony, on the other hand looked terrified. "Al, what are you doing with my slave?"
"I-I was taking him with me to the records room." Falco thought quickly and then smiled. "Isn't that what you wanted when you called me earlier?"
"What? No, you misunderstood," Gibbs said and leaned against the frame to keep the doors from closing. He didn't like the look of fear in Tony's eyes and reached out to remove him from the elevator, but noticed Falco tighten his grip. "I just needed to discuss something with you, but not now." Gibbs pulled Tony towards him, his glare finally forcing Falco to let go of Tony's arm.
They headed back for the Bullpen when Gibbs heard Falco call out, "When do you want to talk to me?"
Gibbs turned back around, keeping Tony close to his side. He was surprised to feel Tony tremble in his grip. "I'll call you when I get some time, maybe the end of the week."
Falco forced the best smile on his face he could and nodded. "Sure thing, Gibbs, just give me a call." Falco then stepped into the elevator and let the doors close. The smile fell from his face and his angry grew tenfold. You'll pay for that, you son-of-a-bitch. You don't deny me and get away with it. I teach you one hell of a lesson you'll never forget, slave."
Gibbs watched the elevator door close, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Something was going on, and he needed to find out what it was. He saw that the smile that Falco had plastered on his face never met his eyes, and why was Tony so afraid? Yep, it was most definitely time.
Once they were both settled back at Gibbs' desk, Gibbs turned to Tony. "You want to tell me what that was all about?"
Tony sat on his pillow his eye staring at the floor. What could he say? Oh, that was just Falco trying to get me alone so he could abuse me. You know, he really likes his blow jobs, not to mention having his fingers up my ass. If he did that, what would Gibbs think of him? Would he see him as the slut he was? Would he want someone who allowed another man to do what he wanted with him? No, he had to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to continue to live with Jethro.
Tony took a deep breath, and even though it went against the grain, he steeled himself to once again tell Gibbs a lie. "What do you mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean," Gibbs growled but then calmed himself. "What was going on with you and Al in the elevator?" He'd never seen Al look so pissed before, and Gibbs wondered if Tony had done something to get under his skin. Knowing Tony, he wouldn't put it past him to act up a bit. Between boredom and not being able to be a police officer, Tony was probably harboring some pent-up hostility of his own. "You giving him lip, Tony? You know I won't allow you to talk disrespectfully to a fellow agent."
"It's just like he said, Master," Tony said quietly, never looking up. His heart broke at the thought the Gibbs believed he was the cause of the problem. "He was going to take me with him to the records room. He said that was what you wanted."
Gibbs lowered his voice so only Tony could hear him and said, "Tony, you were scared to death in that elevator. Why? Has something happened I should know about?"
"N-no, Sir." Tony tried hard to sound convincing, but his voice shook despite his efforts. "I-I was just afraid that you would be angry that I left without you giving me permission, but Agent Moretti said he thought you just needed me out from under foot for a little while and-and I can understand that. I'm sure having me around 24-7 has to fray your last nerve." Tony tried to make light of the situation, but he could see by the look on Gibbs face that he hadn't succeeded.
"You know damned well that isn't true." Gibbs' eyes narrowed as he watched Tony tremble. "Now I want to know what the hell is going on…" Gibbs stopped mid-sentence when Kate and McGee entered the bullpen. He leaned down until his mouth was right next to Tony's ear and whispered. "We will discuss this later at home."
"Yes, Master," Tony whispered back.
Two hours later Tony's chest tightened in terror when Gibbs' phone rang and the word came down they had a case. He was totally shocked when Gibbs didn't call Falco, but instead took him down to Abby's lab. Abby was thrilled to see him and he was extremely grateful to be in her company. That is until Agent Balboa called to tell her they had a case and he would be there soon with a boatload of evidence for Abby to analyze. Abby, not realizing there was a problem, picked up the phone and called the only person who she knew she could safely turn Tony over too.
"Hey, Tony," Abby called out as she hung up the phone. "I'm going to be getting a case really soon, so Agent Moretti will be coming to take charge of you."
Tony felt like he had been punched. He was going to end up in Falco Moretti's hands after all. God help him. "Abby, can I just stay here with you, if I promise to stay out of your way?"
"Wish I could, Tony, but that isn't possible." Abby was so busy preparing her equipment she never noticed how pale Tony had become or the fear in his eyes.
"But, I'll stay back in the office," Tony begged. "You won't even know I'm here."
"Oh, Tony, that isn't the problem." Abby hated to tell him he was a liability but she needed him to understand that it wasn't that she didn't want him around. "The fact is you're a convicted terrorist slave. If you were in here while I processed anything it could compromise the evidence. Maybe we can hang out later once the evidence has been processed."
Even though Tony knew she was right, he had to get her to change her mind. He couldn't go with Moretti, not if he could help it. "I understand, Abby, but if I'm not in the same room…"
"Here you go, Abby," Balboa called out, talking over Tony as if he weren't even there. He carried a box full of plastic evidence bags and placed it on her table before turning to face her. "Hoping you can get some prints off the note we found by the body."
Tony stood back and watched, upset that Abby and Balboa were talking back and forth as if he wasn't even there. His heart sunk when Falco entered, a look of triumph on his face. Before he could make a sound he found himself being dragged down the hall that led to the Unisex bathroom he had become all too familiar with.
Tony was thrown inside, and landed on his hands and knees. He fought to keep the panic under control as Falco stood over him, his face contorted in fury. Tony began trying to get to his feet, but was knocked onto his side when Falco gave him a sharp kick. Tony knew he was in for a bad time, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to live through it.
"Not such a big man now, are you?" Falco sneered down at the helpless man. "You're going to pay for refusing me, you fucking son-of-a-bitch. Your ass is mine."
"No, it isn't." Tony glared up at his tormentor. "It belongs to one man and one man only, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and he's more of a man than you will ever be."
"The hell he is!" Falco yelled, his entire body shaking in rage. "That broken down, has-been Marine isn't half the man I am."
"If that were true, why are you still just shuffling paper while he is head of the MCRT team?" Tony gave Falco a belittling smile as he rose from the floor. "Sounds to me like you aren't as important as you seem to think you are."
Falco let out an angry wail and swept Tony's feet out from under him. He felt a large sense of satisfaction when Tony hit the linoleum with a grunt of pain. "You're about to find out just what kind of man I am, Slave. When I'm through with you, you'll know you've been with a real man and not some asinine old fool. I've been thinking a lot about what kind of punishment I should give you for that little stunt you pulled in the elevator," Falco said as he circled around Tony, an evil grin on his face. "So many choices and so little time, but I know just the thing to teach you the proper way for a slave to act. Strip, now!"
Tony never moved a muscle, except to shake his head no. He was fed up. Fed up with acquiescing to this bastard's every command. Fed up with hands on his body, or a cock in his mouth that didn't belong there. No, he was through doing what Falco Moretti ordered him to do.
"I see you need another demonstration of my power," Falco laughed. He pulled out his phone and began dialing a number. "So, where would you like my man to put this bullet? His shoulder, leg, abdomen, or better yet, right between the eyes?"
Tony's breath caught in his throat as the image of Gibbs being gunned down played out in his mind like a movie on an IMAX screen. This, he reminded himself, was why he had endured Falco's torture as long as he had, to keep Gibbs safe.
"You want me to give the order? Because it doesn't matter to me of Gibbs lives or dies. He's just another obstacle in my way. You're your call, slave. You want me to do it? You want a new Master, huh?"
Tony closed his eyes, bowed his head and accepted his fate. "No, please, I'll do as you say. Just don't hurt my Master."
Falco smirked as he closed his phone and dropped it in his pocket. "Fine, this is your last warning. You pull one more stunt like this or the bullshit you pulled earlier and I swear I will hand you your precious Gibbs' still beating heart. Now, get those fucking clothes off!"
Tony fought back the tears that threatened to fall as he slowly removed his clothes. Now, completely naked, he knelt in front of Falco on the cold, hard bathroom floor and awaited his punishment. Keep Gibbs safe, he reminded himself.
Falco, filled with satisfaction for forcing the man before him to submit, walked to the far corner of the room and picked up a duffle bag that Tony hadn't noticed before. Pulling the baby changing table down, Falco placed the bag on top and opened it. He began going through it, mumbling in the negative as he placed an item on the left side of the bag and in the positive as he placed some on the right.
"Ah, this should work nicely," Falco said, sounding excited. He turned to face Tony and waved the object in his hand.
Tony fought against the panic that rose in his throat when he saw what Falco was holding up. It was obviously a dildo of some kind but this one was made of a shiny sleek metal. It was very long and had a bullet shaped top that had a narrow indention directly under the head. There was a long black wire hanging out of the bottom of the dildo that connected to a black box in Falco's other hand. The power unit, Tony was sure. It didn't look any larger than the toys he and Gibbs had played with in the past, but this thing scared the hell out of him.
"I can see from your expression that you are familiar with my little toy." Falco smiled as he dropped the dildo into his pocket. He left the power box hanging outside his pants for Tony to see, hoping to play on Tony's increasing fears. "You have a very important lesson to learn, so your punishment must be memorable. I promise you, this you will remember for a very long time."
Falco picked up a leather belt with leather cuffs attached to it and walked behind Tony. He stood there for a moment; pleased at the slight tremors he could detect running though the slave's body. He reached around and buckled the belt around Tony's waist and the grabbed Tony's wrists one at a time and cuffed them to the belt. He dragged Tony across the floor and dropped him on the toilet, face down, so that his head hung over one side. This positioned his ass to give Falco perfect access.
Tony grunted as his chest hit the toilet seat, the cold from the porcelain seeping into his skin causing him to shiver. He prepared himself for Falco's finger to invade him, but cried out in shock and pain when the metal dildo was roughly shoved inside him instead with no preparation.
"My, my, tight aren't we?" Falco taunted. "Your Master is already tired of you, isn't he? No more morning fucks before work?" Falco laughed cruelly and pushed the dildo in deeper until it was fully seated. He then strapped it in place using a Velcro strap that attached to the belt around Tony's waist.
Tony began to struggle in an attempt to rise, his fear getting the best of him, but a stinging slap to his ass stopped him. He fought to slow his breathing, feeling lightheaded.
"Goodness, you look good enough to eat," Falco said as he stepped into Tony's line of sight. He stroked his cock through his pants and licked his lips lasciviously. "You're like a feast laid out in front of a starving man, but there is something missing, I think."
Tony watched out of the corner of his eye as Falco walked over to the changing table and picked something up. Falco held the item close to his side, obscuring Tony's view. He kept his eyes on that hidden hand until Falco disappeared behind him again.
Falco grasped Tony's hair and yanked his head back. "Now, we need to make sure no one disturbs us, so I can't have you screaming." Falco forced an inflatable butterfly gag into Tony's mouth, buckled it tightly behind his head, and quickly inflated it. With sinister glee, he pumped the bulb until Tony's cheeks were puffed out and he moaned from the ache in his jaw as the gag was anchored in place. He knew the pressure it would put on Tony's tongue would muffle any and all sound he could possibly make. He couldn't stop the snort of laughter when he saw Tony fight to dislodge the offending piece of rubber.
He picked up the power box and then stepped just enough to the side so Tony could see him. He smiled the most malicious smile and said, "Now, you will know the hell of defying me. Let your punishment begin." With that Falco turn the dial to the highest setting. He laughed, pleased when Tony arched, screaming around the gag as the electric current shot through his body.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Falco teaches Tony a lesson.
Chapter End Notes:
I'm sorry this has taken so long to post but my mother collapsed the first of January and I have spent every second since then caring for her. She is slowly getting better, but my time is limited so the next chapter may take a while.