Rating: M
Characters: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo, Tim McGee, Abby Sciuto, Ducky Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, Ziva David, Leon Vance, OMC, OFC
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Warnings: Rape/non-con, torture, violence, trauma, angst, slash, swearing, mild Ziva bashing (She behaved horribly towards Tony at the end of season 6. I never liked her after that.)
Spoilers: Parts of the end of season 6 and the beginning of season 7
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just like to play with them.
(Author's note: Thank you to nightchild78 for her encouragement and support. I've never written anything quite as dark as this before, but she has given me the confidence to move forward with the story.
I would also like to thank rose_malmaison for providing the lovely artwork for this story.)
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"M-Mark Ellsworth," Tony choked out hoarsely. "I remember."
Mark shoved Tony off of his lap, taking a moment to savor the look of fearful realization in the older man's eyes.
"Good...that's good," Mark said in a menacing whisper, stroking Tony's cheek. "I want you to remember. Every time I fuck you, remember that you took my brother away from me. Every time I hurt you, remember that you destroyed my family. And as I rob you of your humanity, know that you made me the man that I am!"
Mark punctuated his statement by shoving Tony onto his back. He went down easily, green eyes widening in fear as the younger man hovered hungrily over him.
"I know you, Agent DiNozzo. I've been watching over you for months. Day after day. Night after night. I know everything about you. Your brilliant career, your habits, your life, your... reputation. Tony DiNozzo, the skirt chaser. The ladies man."
His hand ghosted over Tony's leg as he smiled dreamily.
"Mark, I...I thought about you...every day since I...oh, Mark, you have to understand...Your brother was -"
A stinging slap colored Tony's inner thigh.
"Don't tell me what a monster my brother was," Mark hissed, pressing Tony's knees up to his ears. "How is he any more of a monster than some pig who takes a man away from his family?! Do you have any idea of how hard it was for me to be tossed about over and over like a piece of jetsam? Can you even imagine what I had to endure during all those years in foster care? No, of course, you can't. But trust me, I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna make you feel it. Again and again."
Marks voice increased in volume with every word, his cock growing as it brushed against Tony's bloody entrance, nudging his way inside; Tony's terrified whimpers growing his arousal.
"Seeing you like this, completely at my mercy...it's the ultimate justice!"
With a final push, Mark buried himself deep inside Tony, balls resting against his shapely ass.
A scream, raw and wild, ripped Tony's throat as the tears fell freely from his eyes. He couldn't think; couldn't speak. Through the painful haze of his violation, all Tony could see was Mark's devastated face the day they had come to arrest his brother. In his head, the screams of the little boy started to melt with his own, and he felt guilt and despair overwhelm him. Perhaps Mark was right after all. He deserved this. And as that understanding crept over him, Tony's world went black.
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Gibbs set his phone down, after trying Tony for what seemed like the 30th time that morning. Glancing anxiously, first at his watch, then over at Tony's empty desk, he tried to mask his worry behind the facade of annoyance. It was nearly 10:00 after all, and Tony hadn't so much as checked in. As Tony's boss, it was only natural for him to feel annoyed.
But as someone who cared about Tony, all Gibbs could feel was concern. Tony had always been the type to soldier on, no matter what personal and / or professional difficulties he might be facing.
While still recovering from the plague, Tony came in to work a case, only to watch as Kate was killed right in front of him.
When the position of team leader was thrust upon him unexpectedly, Tony took over for Gibbs, enduring the disrespect and insubordination of the team.
When Gibbs returned from Mexico and took back the reigns, dumping Tony's things back on his old desk and effectively "putting him back in his place" (as he'd once overheard Ziva say), Tony swallowed his pride and accepted his demotion.
When, in the span of one terrible morning, he'd blown his undercover operation, lost his girlfriend and had his car blown up, he came in and kept working.
No matter what the circumstances, Tony had remained devoted to the job and the team.
But things were different now. Gibbs had screwed up. He realized that now. In fact, when he thought back on everything, this was just the latest in a series of times he hadn't been there to support Tony when he should have been. He kept secrets "for the good of the team", never stopping to think how harmful those secrets could be. Now that Gibbs really thought about it, it probably wasn't in the team's best interest to have Tony working with someone who thought so little of him. Ziva wasn't Kate. And as much as Tony had transferred his feelings of brotherly affection and protectiveness to her, Gibbs knew that she would never care about Tony the way that Kate had.
Looking over at Ziva, Gibbs noticed she barely seemed concerned with Tony's whereabouts. She had shot a few concerned glances Gibbs' way, but seemed more worried that he was angry at her for her part in things than she was about Tony.
McGee, however, kept looking between Tony's empty chair and Gibbs' concerned / annoyed appearance. He and Tony often bickered like brothers, but they also loved each other liked brothers. Tim and Tony had become good friends, and the younger agent wasn't nearly as good at Gibbs was at masking his concern. As soon as he noticed Gibbs' gut was churning over Tony's absence, he'd made his own efforts to get a hold of his friend.
"McGee, you run that trace on Tony's phone yet?" Gibbs asked, his voice tinged with worry and exhaustion.
"Still turned off, boss," McGee replied, typing away on his computer. I'm tracking the GPS on Tony's car now...Got it!" he exclaimed triumphantly. "It's in the parking lot at a bar, just outside of Silver Spring!"
Tim wrote down the address on a slip of paper, handing it to Gibbs, who dashed off to the elevator with it without so much as a "thank you".
With a heavy sigh, Ziva watched their team leader's exit, then shook her head slightly as she turned her attention back to her work.
McGee eyed Ziva, frowning. He hadn't missed the uncomfortable silence between Gibbs and the Israeli that morning. And he couldn't help but notice the knowing glares exchanged.
"Is there something you guys aren't telling me?" McGee asked suspiciously.
"It...it is not important," Ziva said dismissively, eyes on her work.
Tim couldn't tell if she was avoiding his gaze out of rudeness, or because she feared her eyes would reveal her to be a liar.
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Tony awoke to darkness. Try as he might, he couldn't open is eyes. Something must have been placed over them. A blindfold? No. There was a tugging at his skin when he tried to blink. It must be duct tape. He tried to peel the tape off, but his hands wouldn't move, as his entire body seemed to be bound tightly.
Hazy memories returned to Tony with harsh clarity, and he couldn't fight the panic that was swiftly overpowering him.
"Mark Ellsworth...he..." Tony let out a sob; the burning pain in his bottom serving as a painful reminder of what had been done to him. Before he knew it, he was crying like a baby, thrashing around uselessly in fear and frustration as panic consumed him.
Tony's thoughts were put back into focus as Mark painfully ripped the duct tape from his eyes, then untied his arms and legs.
"My, my, aren't you a noisy pig," Mark purred, kissing the reddened skin around Tony's eyes. "I do love it when you squeal."
"Where...?" Tony blinked, his eyes still stinging. He could tell he was up on a bed, and though the lights were dimmed, he appeared to be in some kind of finished basement.
"Welcome to your new home, pig," Mark said in a mocking tone, as he started to unfasten something around Tony's waist.
Tony's face flushed a deep red as he realized what was happening. "Am I wearing a diaper?" he asked, mortified.
"Yes, well, you were passed out. And I had to do something with you while I was at work, didn't I? I couldn't have you running off to use the bathroom. Who knows where else you might run?" Mark explained as he rolled Tony onto his side, lingering hands wiping the older man's ass.
"Don't you see, piggy? I own you! Your body is no longer your own. Your every movement is controlled by me. I can and will do with you as I please. At any given moment, I expect you to be my slave, pet, baby doll or fuck toy." Rolling Tony onto his back, Mark spread his thighs, massaging the meaty flesh.
"I don't think so!" Seeing an opening, Tony kicked his foot up, aiming for Mark's face, and missing.
Mark simply laughed, grabbing the offending foot and pressing down on the nerve that ran along the top; causing Tony to wince in agony.
"You try that again, and I'll break this foot! Got it, pig?"
Putting on as brave a front as he could, Tony forced a smile through the pain. First, he shook his foot free from Mark's grasp and sat up. Then, he stood unsteadily to face Mark. "I've survived the plague, I've been tortured by terrorists...hell, this isn't even the first time I've been kidnapped. You really think I'm scared of you?"
Mark grinned as he embraced Tony; a menacing, predatory gleam in his eyes. He started running his fingers through Tony's hair. Tony flinched, which only made Mark hold on tighter; more possessively.
"I think that you feel responsible for me. I think you want to make up for all those years you stole from me. Don't you, piggy? Don't you?" Mark cooed, as if talking to a family pet.
"No," Tony protested, fresh tears forming in his eyes. "Not like this."
Mark stomped down hard on Tony's right foot with his sturdy work boot, then yanked him by the hair.
Blinded by pain, Tony couldn't help but allow himself to be dragged away by his tormentor.
"You don't get to decide!" Mark snarled, before bashing Tony's head into the wall and knocking him unconscious.
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Mark stood back, admiring his handiwork. He had bound Tony's arms tightly behind his back, pulling them into the strappado position and suspending him from the ceiling by the wrists with thick leather cuffs; forcing his head downwards. Tony wore matching cuffs on his ankles, which attached to a spreader bar. So deliciously vulnerable. Oh yes! Mark would break him! That smug cop who hauled his brother away in cuffs would soon be no more than a pet; a perfect, obedient pet. Mark adjusted his hardening cock. He was becoming so aroused at the thought of stripping away every last bit of Tony's dignity; completely dehumanizing him. He deserved no less.
Tony was just coming to, and Mark delighted in his whimpers and squeals of agony.
"Oh, good. You're awake," Mark said cheerily, pressing down on the large bruise forming on Tony's forehead, causing the bound man to wince. "Now the fun can begin."
"Don't..." Tony struggled to speak through his pain. "I didn't...destroy...AHH!"
A whip to the back interrupted Tony's statement, an angry Mark Ellsworth taking repeated lashes at him."
"What you were going to say?" Mark asked, smiling at the bloody lines that now decorated Tony's back. "That you didn't destroy my family?"
LASH!
"That you were just doing your job?"
LASH!
"That my brother needed to be held accountable for his crimes?"
LASH!
Tony's screams mixed with sobs as the whip continued to burn across his back. As Mark moved the whip skillfully to work Tony's inner thighs and groin, Tony lost control of his bladder, a long, steady stream of urine running down his legs and onto the floor, and he sobbed helplessly in shame.
"You know, you can squeal all you want, pig," Mark said casually, brushing the whip lightly across Tony's backside. "My roommate has soundproofed the walls. No one will hear you scream."
Tony's sobs stopped for just a moment at the word "roommate."
"Yes, I have a roommate, pig. And yes, he knows all about what I'm doing to you."
"Tony...my name...Tony." Tony's voice was weak, high pitched and shaky. It was clear that he was struggling to keep control of his emotions; a battle he was already losing.
"Stop...calling...'pig'."
With an unsettling laugh, Mark snapped the whip against Tony's ass.
"But when I met you, you were a cop. A pig!" Mark pointed out. "And you have gained weight since I last saw you," he added, as he continued to lash Tony's bottom.
"NO!" Tony wept. "Please stop!"
"Quiet!" Mark ordered, continuing his assault
"Call me 'Master'!"
"N-ne-ver," Tony choked breathlessly.
A series of angry lashes sliced into Tony's cheeks, until there was almost no unblemished flesh remaining, and Mark found himself gleefully motivated by the tortured screams. Throwing the bloody whip to the floor, Mark was pleased to see Tony shaking like a leaf. He moved to crouch in front of Tony, noting the dazed look in his eyes. Mark grinned wickedly. It was clear that Tony had no fight left in him.
"Call me 'Master'."
"M-master." Tony's lips quivered as he forced the word out with disdain, clearly disgusted with himself.
"Good...that's a good pig," Mark cooed, claiming Tony's lips in a rough kiss. "You are my property. You are my pet."
Tony could only sob at the loss of his humanity. Death would be a kinder than this fate.
"Say it!" Mark ordered, causing Tony to yelp. "You are my property! You are my pet!"
"I...I am...your...property. I am...your...pet."
Mark smirked. Hearing those words from the man he blamed for ruining his life was music to his ears. But he wasn't going to let Tony off that easily.
"You pay good lip service, pig," Mark said, removing his pants. "The only problem is, I don't believe you."
He walked over to a table in the corner with an assortment of sex toys, picking up a cock ring and examining it. "Yes. This should do nicely," he thought, moving to stand behind Tony.
"I need you to understand," Mark explained, lining up his hardened cock with Tony's entrance, which was still very tight, despite the thorough fucking he'd had the night before. "I. Own. You." He entered Tony's unprepared ass, thrusting himself in deeply to the sound of Tony's screams; hitting his prostate every time.
"Yes!" Mark grunted in satisfaction, seating himself comfortable inside Tony. Reaching around, he could feel Tony's erection straining for release. "See? You like it. You're such a slut for my dick," Mark teased, sliding the cock ring up Tony's shaft until it squeezed tightly around his balls.
"But this little piggy won't be coming today." Mark extracted himself from Tony and licked a strip of blood from one of the welts on his ass. "Now tell me, what are you?"
Tony whimpered, hiccuped and gasped, struggling to speak through the sensations of pain and pleasure cruelly coursing through his body.
"I'm...p-prop...property...pet..." he finally managed.
"That's better," Mark said, picking a large, heavy butt plug off of the table. Once inserted, the long, penis shaped toy would put constant pressure on Tony's prostate.
"Remember your place, pig." Mark inserted the plug, laughing darkly at the loud groan from Tony. "Those were your last words," he added, pressing at the base of the plug as Tony's hungry hole swallowed it. "With those words, you revoke your humanity. You will never speak again, even when spoken to. You have no thoughts of your own, no rights and no free will. You will live out the rest of your pitiful life only to serve me. You got that?"
"Y-yes," Tony whimpered.
"What did I just say?!" Mark slapped Tony's ass sharply. "It seems you'll need some training."
With that, Mark picked up a large, red ball gag off of the table and placed it in Tony's mouth. It looked good, he thought. It stretched Tony's mouth open wide.
"Well, would you look at that," Mark chuckled, fastening the gag tightly around Tony's head. "Piggy's got an apple in his mouth."
Tony cried around the gag, drool dribbling down his chin.
"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you," Mark snarled, laughing derisively. Standing, he walked to the foot of the basement stairs. "I'd say 'make yourself comfortable', but...you know..." he chuckled before walking up the stairs and turning out the light, leaving Tony to hang in the darkened basement.
(Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, or in other ways given feedback on this story! I love hearing what people think of my stories, and truly appreciate it when they take the time to let me know. Also, I've discovered many a good story because of reviews. If an author leaves me a review, I can pretty much guarantee that I will go and read their work! Unless they write Tiva, which I am vehemently opposed to.
If you love Tony as much as I do, I hope you'll join me over at my LiveJournal community, Being Tony DiNozzo. (beingtonyd) I've really enjoyed the discussions we've had there so far! And I'm sure there will be a lot to discuss after Michael Weatherly's final episode tonight!)
