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Have you already read mine and JAYJAYJAY555's story? Yes? I love you! I'm celebrating: TuTi TuTi (read this in a night club rhythm) No? I love you too but I'm gonna cry: Buah Buah (it's supposed to sound like a baby crying).
Why am I an idiot? I don't know.
Can we go to the chapter? Just a warning: this chapter contains explicit scenes. Read at your own risk! So let 's go!
Previously on chapter 5:
"I think we should have some fun, Sweetheart. What do you think? And Hank over here can be the audience!" He kneels in the middle of Jay's legs and on top of him, the boy starts to realize the real world again and tries to take the man out from above him but a sound of a gun takes the attention of both cops: George has a gun pointing directly at Hank's head. "Fight me and he kills your boss"
"No...please...don't kill him…I do whatever you want...Just don't touch him" Broke Voight's heart of how slow, tired and painful the hoarse voice of his detective came out.
"Let's make a deal: fight back and your Sergeant dies right here right now" leading an evil grin to Voight he continues "Or let me suck you whole and he doesn't get hurt, whore!"
"Deal"
"No Jay, please! Fight! Don't let him!"
"I'm sorry" And Nathan starts.
Nathan picks Jay up by the hair and lifts him to abruptly invade his mouth. He put his tongue really deep in the mouth while Jay tries not to choke or bite as Nathan's lips, tongue and teeth are used to intensify the kiss and certainly make his lips more swollen than before. He stops kissing him and drops his head which collides on the floor.
"Your lips are delicious." A painful groan from Jay is the only answer he received as he slowly gets down to his neck. Using a meticulous and devious method, he kisses a part of the side of his neck, licks it slowly and gently as if preparing, and then in a quick, strong and painful movement earning a scream from Jay, he bits hard, ripping the skin and making bleed, then he sucked the area. This is repeated throughout the whole neck now red for all the blood and swollen. Nathan stands up suddenly, his mouth red too for all the blood but he didn't give a damn about cleaning up as having the whore's blood under him tastes so good on his lips and he walks to pick something outside the room. Jay let out a breath he was holding for some time, enjoying his few seconds without someone on top of him.
"Jay, please, fight back!" The fear is clearly in Voight's face and voice.
"Shut up, Voight. Actually I will help you with this. George, gag him. I don't want him to interrupt me and my Pretty Boy." George pulls out from his pocket a towel and gagged him, under protests from Jay and muffled ones from Voight. "It's better now." Turning his attention to Jay, he continues "Even loving what we are doing now, I think we can make it better and more romantic for our first time. What do you think, Jay?"
"Take out the gag from him. He isn't going to speak anymore." He tries to sit up to adjust his posture and speaks with authority, although he just wants to kill this psycho man and run away with his boss, the disgust he felt for himself after all the sucking torture made his stomach go up in his throat. He knows his boss won't be quiet without the gag - actually, even gagged he couldn't stop shouting all swear words imaginable - but he is his distraction to his mind during what's happening. He is his only hope in this real hell. It's kind of useless, but the more control he can have over that shit, the better.
"Shhhh, relax. I'm going to make you feel better. Drink this." A blue pill and a bottle of water were offered to him.
"Oh angel, I'm restrained. How do you think I can pick what you are offering?" Yes, no matter the situation he is in, his irony is present and very active too, breaking some of the tension in the cellar. Looking at his boss for a second, he returns. "And just with a condition."
"What do you want?" Anderson is becoming impatient.
"Take the gag out from my boss and I will drink the pill without asking what it is." A muffled NO came from Voight together with a malicious smile from Anderson. Oh how much they hate this smile.
"Your boy likes to play, Voight! Doing everything just to protect you even you don't deserve any of this! You must be proud!" Nodding to George, he takes the gag out.
"You are a dead man. Let him fucking go!" Yes, the prediction is correct.
"I'm going to help you drink the pill, handsome." Ignoring the old man, he helps Jay drink it and he keeps his words, he drinks without complaining and he is feeling fine, whatever the pill wasn't affecting. For now. "I know you don't ask what it was as the result of your promise, but you, baby, deserve to know for being so loyal. It's Viagra!" The cops' eyes widen as hearing the name of the drug, both know the use: get hard.
"Oh God…please" Jay starts to sweat cold and lays down on the floor, trying worthless fighting against the drug, frustrated that his body is responding exactly in the way he doesn't want to.
"Your wish is an order, darling!" He lays down above him again and continues his way down from where he stopped. The same method used on his neck is applied on his whole torso, especially in the injured areas from the beating, making them bleed again and the new ones too. His hands start their way down from the other man's hands, through the arms drawing every muscle, going down his neck, torso until reaching his boxers.
"You taste so good, whore." Passing his hands above the boxers, he feels the other man hard and squeezes. "And your cock wants to participate too!"
"No…stop" Jay arches his back in a desperate attempt to escape from the strong squeeze in his cock.
"You are going to enjoy, little fuck whore! That's what you were born for." He slowly takes out the boxers, revealing the hard member, the vision is incredible. He is in heaven. 'This is for you, brother!' He looks at Voight who has his eyes closed to not see what's happening and embarrass Jay even more as the young boy is still trying to escape with eyes closed as well. "Stop fighting and open your eyes!"
"Get out of me!" A single shoot echoed in the small room. "NO! SARGE!" Jay quickly opens his eyes in the direction of the sound. The only man who has a gun is George who is pointing to his boss' head. 1 millimeter away from Voight's head in the wall behind him a single bullet hole. He is alive for 1 millimeter. From 1 millimeter this bullet would be in his boss' head. From 1 millimeters his boss wouldn't be alive now. From 1 millimeter his boss' blood would be in his hands. It would be his fault.
"Just to you see I'm not kidding. He's going to die the next time you fight. Let me suck your cock. Move and the bullet is on his head, son of a bitch!" Nathan sees Jay's body lay unmoved on the ground, face without emotion and eyes closed. At that moment he is at total mercy, just existing on that dirty ground in a warehouse with his boss and him on top, soon to have his dignity taken away. All this just to save his Sergeant. He looks at the last mentioned, still screaming his subordinate's name and begging him to fight, clearly starting to break. His plan is working.
"Open your eyes, little Jay. I don't think you want to lose the funny part now." Slowly he obeys him and the adorable baby blue eyes appear. "That 's it. We can continue now." He licks and sucks all the extension of Jay's penis very slowly and calmly. He licks the inferior part of the head and takes it into his mouth, doing it for all over the extension increasingly slower and stronger until it is completely in his mouth and a moan escapes from Jay. Music for his ears. He looks at him, looking up at the ceiling, pretending to be calm, but the tension in his thighs under the grip of his hands shows how shocked and terrified he really is. He focuses again on his work and starts sucking Jay's penis.
"Ah…stop…God…Ah" the intensity and velocity gains strongness and Jay knows he is close. It isn't natural and controllable due to the Viagra in his system. He hates not being in control of the situation he is in. He lost control of his own body reaction to the drug as well as his thoughts.
A part of him couldn't stop thinking he is betraying Erin when he cums in front of her father figure. Another part tells what he says for rape's victim as a cop: this is not your fault. This thought is the right one and even wanting to believe it and his girlfriend as well as his boss would certainly affirm that too, he feels disgusted. He had felt disgusted during all the sucking torture he was put through but, little by little, this is only gaining strength. He feels disgusted for not believing what he says for the victims and for not being able to fight back. He feels disgusted for the inevitable drug induced cum into Nathan's mouth. He feels disgusted for knowing he couldn't control his thoughts and body. He feels disgusted for betraying Erin. He feels disgusted for being sexually abused by Nathan in front of Voight.
Talking about him, he looks at his boss who has his eyes closed, the gun held by George still on his temple. He's so ashamed of him he couldn't look at him. He knew his boss thinks he's weak for not fighting back and let Nathan abuse him even if he has motives in the form of a gun to not do it. He is feeling like a burden. He is a burden for everyone surrounding him and it's just being comprove now. But, for this moment in that dirty warehouse, he needs him to give some hope. Even the other man certainly hate him and wondering why the hell he had put him on his elite unit together with the most qualified cops from Chicago, he considers him as the father he never had, his anchor, his rock, his flashlight, his reason for find a family and a city which he loves with his entire heart to give some light in the darkness.
"Sarge?" the broken voice of his detective came to his ears like a punch back to reality. He had seen all the sucking over his body, however, he couldn't do anything but yell and curse Nathan while keeping an eye on the gun connected to his temple as well as in Jay. He cursed himself for having talked too much to the point of being gagged. Even more when this leads Jay to make the deal with Nathan to have the pill, which was later discovered it was Viagra, without asking in exchange for the gag being taken out from his mouth. What gave him a temporary relief was Jay's fight to escape. However, this was really temporary and stopped when George fired the gun. For being scary really close to his head, he stayed deaf and felt dizzy for a while but he managed to understand what Nathan said by lips language and Jay's action after it. He was going to let Nathan sexually abuse him.
Failed. He had failed as a cop. How was he supposed to protect a whole big and important city like Chicago is if he can't protect one of his own? He had failed as a leader. He was supposed to take the bullets, bombs and critics from the citizens and superiors for his subordinates; something that it's clearly not happening in the present moment. He had failed as a part of a family. Members of a family are supposed to do anything possible and impossible to protect each other, especially the youngest ones. He is a father of just one biological son but considers his subordinates his children. He was supposed to be strong enough to protect them from the mad world they live in but instead he's doing the completely opposite against his will. He had failed to Jay.
He had an idea of how strong, brave and loyal Jay is but couldn't never imagine his strength, bravery and loyalty would go so far, especially for him. For Erin, for the unit or for the citizens he would expect but not for him. My son is being sexually assaulted in front of me for my safety. He closed his eyes, ashamed of himself and to not embarrass his detective even more. Probably after we get out of here, he won't be my detective and I won't be a sergeant anymore. It was his thoughts when the kid called him. Probably Jay will quit from Intelligence to never see the man who caused his dignity be taken away and will go to another unit. Hell, certainly the whole team would do it. He would use his name only to hunt Nathan and would quit command due his team's unforgiveness which is understandable and acceptable for his actions. Actually, due to his lack of action as a sergeant.
"Sarge" after being called twice, he hesitantly opens his eyes to look at him. His green eyes show any emotion. His face but searches for something he couldn't give, it's killed inside him. Hope. A chance to survive this.
"AAAAAAAAAAA" Suddenly, Jay's face turned from a stoic face to an angst face, his screams filling the room when he cummed into Nathan's mouth.
"Finally you cum Pretty Boy!" Nathan gets out of Jay's penis with his cum all over his mouth and a few dripping on his chin. "Delicious" Jay feels sick seeing the man above him, dirty with cum. His cum to be exactly. "Do you want to prove?" He connects his lips with Jay's, kissing him deeply to make sure the boy tastes himself on his mouth and choking him from the sudden movement. Voight couldn't watch it anymore so he closed his eyes. "Do you like yourself, darling?" Those nicknames used by Nathan and the hot sticky sensation from his cum all over his mouth sends shivers across his whole and naked body. The man responsible for all this is still touching him sitting on his stomach making breathing difficult and he feels, again, the Viagra takes control of his whole body.
"It's enough, Nathan. Let him alone. Deal with me instead. Please" Voight couldn't watch anymore his son suffer more. And yes, he had just thought of him as his son and not just his detective, don't give a shit about what anyone could think of how emocional Sergeant Hank Voight is at this moment.
"Oh, I would really take a break and come back later for more fun, Voight, but someone is already hard and ready for another round!" And he started the second round.
One more round.
One more round.
One more round.
"Now I'm done." Five rounds. After five rounds, the torture ends. Jay is exhausted. Every movement sends shivers and pain across him like a knife cutting him apart. His genitals are swollen, bruised and his cum is all over it. Actually he is completely dirty by this hot and sticky liquid of his own. He didn't want to fall asleep, fearing to have a terrible nightmare. He already has horrible nightmares about Afghanistan but thinking of having one of this hell, in front of his boss, is embarrassing him even more. He looks at him who was talking to Nathan before he walked away with George. "Soon I'll be back honey!" It is the last thing he hears before passing out.
"JAY, wake up!" Time. Something precious that wasn't in their favor at this moment. Staying alone either. He gets how tired Jay is but they need to plan their escape. It was a priority since they woke up yesterday in this cellar however they need to enjoy their time alone immediately before Nathan comes back.
'Soon he'll be mine and you really far''
Were Anderson's phrase before he got out of the room with George. Him really far? What does it mean? Is Nathan going to kill him? Surely he isn't going to be let go. Jay will be his? This part scared him the most: what was a search for revenge over a brother's death is turning to something major. He has an idea of what Nathan had meant based on some evidence but he doesn't want this to be concret. He tries to call the kid one more time but unsuccessfully, he's really far from consciousness.
"Oh, Jay! I'm sorry, son" he is aware he had called him son but he doesn't care. The same sense of care, respect, pride and protection he has with his biological son Justin, his adoptive daughter Erin and his whole unit he has in another level for Jay after all the boy has done for him. His son is lying unconscious and naked on a dirty floor, completely dirty from his own cun and blood, swollen and bruised from head to feet with a maniac just outside the door wanting to do the most cruel act on him and his son is behaving well for his well-being.
Jay is being his savior now.
His son is being his savior now.
Crying. He knows it's worthless to cry, scream and beg to inhibit Nathan from doing what he wants. And he hates crying for feeling vulnerable but, sometimes, every stoic face, perfect smiles and the usual mantra 'I'm fine' repeat like a robot to anyone surrounded falls down. His son is sleeping and the kidnappers are nowhere to be found so he enjoys his few times alone to cry for disappointment. Crying for letting Chicago's citizens down for not being able to protect one of them. Crying for letting all the cops down for not being able to be a good Sergeant in protecting one of them. Crying for letting his unit, Firehouse 51 and Gaffney down for not being able to protect one of them. Crying for letting Will down for not being able to protect his brother. Crying for letting Erin down for not being able to protect her boyfriend. Crying for letting himself own for not being able to do his fuck job and protect one of his own. But especially crying for letting his son down for not being able to protect him for this mad world. However crying wouldn't save them for this hell so he has to act fast and efficiently to escape as a tentative to retribute all he had done.
He struggles against his wrists and ankles' restraints. The bond is really strong and all he has managed to do is hurt himself, already feeling his wrists raw and about to bleed out. His lack of strength due sitting for some hours chained in an uncomfortable chair and his old age don't contribute to a successful escape.
It takes some time and his wrists start bleeding a little to free his right arm from the restraints. A sensation of confidence and gratefulness passed through him. We are getting out of here. He set free his left arm and is working on his ankles.
"Hmmm...ah"
"Jay? Are you wake?"
"No...no...aaaaaa" Jay's breath becomes heavy, unstable and fast, he continues to murmur 'no' as his bruised body trembles and sweats; he is having a nightmare. Shit! It's not recommended to wake up a former Ranger in the middle of a nightmare - just if you want to receive a punch in the middle of the face or something worse - but they have to leave and words have already demonstrated worthlessness now.
"Jay! Wake up. You are in Chicago, no more in Afghanistan. It's okay." Suddenly, Jay's eyes widens and he tries to sit down with a sudden movement, completely forgetting the pain in his body and the chains that hold him to the floor.
"Sarge?" Looking disbelieving and confused at him, he continues. "What happened?" He didn't have enough time to reply. "I had a nightmare, didn't I?"
"It's okay, Jay."
"Sorry. I tried to control myself to not have but...shit."
"We are getting out of here." He exclaims totally aware of Jay's ashamed of himself. He would say it's not his fault when they are really far from here. He cursed inside when he came close to Jay's body and saw more detailed bruises and the necessity of keys to unlock the chain that keeps him on the ground. "Shit."
"Leave me here and go away. Search for help"
"It's not optional. No." He would find a solution to take the kid out without having to abandon him. He concentrated on his work until the door opened with a crash and he had no time to turn around when he felt the Taser's wires on his back, sending waves of pain throughout his body that left him paralyzed and fell to the ground in pure agony while he heard Jay's screams.
"I'm tired of you two."
"Go to hell, Nathan."
"It's time." The phrase sends shivers across both cop's spine. Time for what? They look at each other, they try to hide and affirm the opposite for each other by the eyes but it's clear both are completely scared about what's going to happen next. Absolutely isn't going to be a good thing. It's going to change them forever.
"Just kill me already and let him go, Nathan."
"It's not you who is going to decide, Voight." Turning to Jay, he continues. "Jay, I have an offer to you."
"Let him go and kill me. It's the only deal I will accept." Nathan take out a gun from his pocket and pointed to Voight.
"Or I can kill him right here right now and let you go."
"Jay!"
"As you said before, it's not optional. No!"
"Or I will let him go but you are going to stay forever with me as my sexual slave."
It's happening guys. Review with what you think about this chapter and about the story so far and your suppositions for the next chapters. What is Jay going to do? And Voight's reaction for all of this? Keep ready for more!