"I am sorry, Mr. Callen, you are going through with this—procedure," Hetty said sitting in the chair.
Sam held him in a scissors lock and chokehold.
"You can fight all you want but it is going to happen. Understood?"
"Bitch!"
"Nate please medicate that sassy mouth. His tongue is a little too loose."
Nate removed a bottle of valium from his black bag.
"Please don't do this, Nate."
"It's a tranquilizer and it will calm you."
"Right and then you'll all rape me."
"Hold him still, Sam."
He tightened his grip on Callen's neck.
"You're choking me too hard. I'll pass out."
"Might feel better than an enema, Mr. Callen."
"You bitch! I hate you all."
Nate injected the medicine into a vein near Callen's neck.
"Shouldn't you do that somewhere else?"
"Works faster here."
Callen's muscles relaxed.
"That's it, G."
"Isn't fair."
"Take him into the bathroom."
Sam released his scissors lock on his partner's legs and stood up with him still in a chokehold. He shuffled him toward the bathroom.
"Please don't do this," Callen said his speech slurred. "How much did you give me, Nate?"
"More than enough." He gathered his black bag and sat on the bed waiting.
"Don't strip me. No, please." He whimpered.
"Did she drug you, G?" He removed his partner's sweat pants.
"Why are you asking me this now? Why right here?"
"We need answers, G."
"Yeah, okay, yeah."
"And then what?"
"Stop taking my clothes off."
"Now the sweatshirt, G." He took a pair of scissors and cut them up the back.
"You bastard!" He twisted his body trying to free himself from the chokehold which was now loose.
Sam tossed the cut up top and pants in the corner.
Flashbacks bombarded his brain, he jerked and writhed and screamed.
"Easy, G, easy, man. The memory is here again as before. Only this time I can't stop. I must follow through with the procedure." He finished stripping off his own clothes and stepped into the shower with his partner. The tubing and enema bag were ready to use. He found the lube and inserted the tubing's end into it. Keeping his partner in a chokehold he bent him over at the waist and forced G's ass into the air.
"Please don't do this. I can't fight this. Don't, Sam, please."
He didn't listen to his partner and inserted the tubing.
"Oh… oh please, no." Callen twisted and turned his body.
"Hold still, G, stop fighting me. You're making it hard on yourself. I'll clamp down on your neck. Is that what you want?"
He shook his head.
"Thought not." He advanced the tubing inside and stopped. Afterward he started a steady stream of the enema solution. When the bag was half full he turned it off. "Hold this until I tell you release it."
"In the shower?"
"No." Sam pulled him out of the shower with him and held him up against a wall next to the toilet.
"Please, feel full."
"You should."
Flashbacks. He saw that man raping him before he gave him the enema.
"Sit." Sam instructed him to sit facing the toilet.
"Why like this?"
"Stop talking. Stop asking questions." He shoved him forward. "Go."
Callen shook and shivered and whimpered.
"Quit your complaining and go. If you don't I'll be giving you another enema with this one still in you. Now, go. That's it, G." He rubbed his shoulders.
"Are you—"
"Enough talking. Wipe yourself. Good. Up we go." Sam hoisted him off the toilet and guided him into the shower again. He bent him over again. "Stay or I'll use a chokehold. Understood?"
"No chokehold." Callen whimpered. "Please, triggered."
"Hold still and do what I say and you will be out of here soon enough." He inserted the lubricated tip and pushed the rest of the bag into him. "Hold it." Sam guided him out of the shower and had him wait by the toilet.
"Please, Sam, no more."
"I'll be the judge of that." He flushed the toilet and pushed his partner onto the toilet facing it as before. "Hold it."
Callen sighed.
"Okay, release your bowels."
He felt heat rise from his chest into his face.
"No need to be embarrassed, G. This is a basic human need."
"Yeah, and you're watching me do it."
"Stop talking. Wipe yourself." He lifted Callen off the toilet and guided him back into the shower.
"No more!" He twisted his body to free himself.
"Cut it out, G!" Sam pulled Callen into chokehold and slammed his body backward against his chest.
"Don't, please, can't do any more."
"Quiet down, G. Don't jump to conclusions." He brought his partner closer to a huge ceiling shower head, turned the water on lukewarm and held him under the spray.
"Trying to drown me?"
Sam tilted his partner's head upward.
Callen spluttered and spit water from his mouth.
He pulled him backward and turned up the water's temperature. "Had enough yet?"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Sam ducked him under the water's spray again, tilting his head backward.
Callen twisted and kicked trying to free himself.
"That's it get it all out of your system."
"You're drowning me?" He spluttered, spitting out water.
"If you'd stop talking and struggling I wouldn't be doing this." He turned the water's temperature down.
"What the hell are you—get me out of this shower. Bastard!"
"That's it, G, let it go. You need to release this pent up rage."
"I don't have pent up rage, you bastard! You're freezing my ass off."
Sam changed the water back to warm and held Callen under the spray.
"Hell! That hurts."
"Supposed to hurt, G." He changed the temperature again back to the coldest temperature.
"You mother! Damn you."
Sam watched his partner's skin change to near pale blue and switched the temperature to warmer than before.
"That hurts, you damned bastard!" Callen screamed at him and started crying.
Sam released his partner, turned the water to a more reasonable warm temperature, pulling him into his body, stroking his back. "Easy, G, let it go. That's it." He rocked him side to side.
Callen buried his face in Sam's chest and wailed.
"Sorry, G, had to do it. You needed to release something and I could feel it." He continued to rock him. "Let it all go." Sam pumped some soap onto his hands and began washing his partner's back.
"No, please don't."
"Just relax, G, and allow me to wash you. You're safe, G."
"Afraid." He trembled.
"Of?"
"The doctor."
"Nate?"
"No," he said his voice barely audible.
"Who, G?"
"The doctor who gave me the enemas."
"More than once?"
He nodded.
"Sorry, G. Would you recognize the doctor's picture if you saw him?"
"Don't know."
"She drugged me and took me there."
"Sorry, G, that must have been torture." He hugged him, running his fingers through Callen's hair.
"No rape, please."
"I promise, G, no sex at all. Turn around."
He shook hearing those words and froze in place.
Sam turned him around and started washing his partner's chest.
"Fuck, stop, I can't… can't stop my body."
"Easy, G, you've been abused and made to react to human touch in inappropriate ways. Don't worry about that." Sam finished washing his partner's arms, torso, and groin. He pushed Callen against a wall and finished washing his backside including his buttocks and legs. Afterward he turned Callen around and washed his legs and groin.
"This is embarrassing."
"Why, G? You're pretty much incapacitated. If I were you I'd just relax and let it happen."
Callen closed his eyes and leaned into the shower wall.
"There you go." He pumped some shampoo onto his hands and washed his partner's hair and face. "I like this rugged look on you. I think Kensi is right."
"You coming onto me, Sam?" He smirked, keeping his eyes closed.
"There's the man I know. Let's get you rinsed off, G." He directed his partner under the shower head, rinsed his hair, and turned him to remove all the soap.
"What about you?" Callen winked at him.
Sam shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and handed it to his partner. With another towel he dried Callen. Afterward he took the towel from him and dried himself.
"I'm serious. When do I get to bathe you?"
"This is not a gay thing, G, so drop it." He saw tears form in his partner's eyes. "Hey man, it's all right." Sam pulled him into a hug. "I hurt your feelings, sorry." He stroked his back.
"I'm gay then right? I mean I took this to mean you wanted to start something."
"I see, not what I had in mind, G. Simply bathing you after a stressful day. I thought it would be relaxing to have someone do it for you since Nate medicated you."
"Now I feel like a total idiot. I thought you were coming onto me." He pulled back from the hug.
"Easy, G, you construed it that way because of what happened to you, doesn't mean you're gay." Sam brought him into his body for another hug. "That's it, G relax. I made a promise with Nate and I'm keeping it."
