A/N: Warnings from last chappy still apply. By the way, you guy, freekin' rock. What awesome readers I have. Thanks so much for the continued support !
"Dee, are you sure about this?"
Slap! The hand stung, the back of his thigh felt like it had been seared.
"Yeah, Sharlee. I…is it a problem?"
"Oh no, no, sugar. I'll make it happen. It's early, but I've got someone available."
Slap! He gasped. This time it was his ass. It stung so badly, it made his eyes water.
"And, you'll still make it to dinner tonight Dee? In one piece?" she asked with a twinge of humor, mixed with concern.
"Sure, sexkitten. I'll get a nap in this afternoon…I'll call you later for the details."
"Okay, Dee." She paused. The cheerfulness in his voice didn't ring true..."Are you sure…you're alright?"
"Perfect."
Slap! He moaned.
"You like that huh?" the Brazilian accented voice asked. He'd been brutalizing Tony's back, buttocks, and thighs with a paddle and also his own hand for the last twenty minutes. It seemed so much longer…
Tony was tied face down this time, no blindfold, trembling and sweating in his bonds, spread out...
His response to the young man's question was just a bare grunt.
His name was Paolo. He was tall and tan, with large brown eyes and ringlets of black hair. He was in all actuality, very attractive, though Tony wasn't the best judge of that, since this was the first time he'd voluntarily been with a man.
A man he happened to be paying, to punish and fuck him.
He'd been so nervous, that almost without realizing it he'd swallowed down four of the blue heavens the girl had gotten for him, with a good amount of Burbon. It was two more than he meant to.
He was regretting it now, because he was getting too loopy.
Being tied down, face down, was all his idea. To push himself to the edge.
Yesterday and last night with Natalia had been twistedly satisfying, but …he needed more. More pain. More humiliation. More punishment.
But this was making him apprehensive, and even through the increasing haze of the pills, he was starting to flash back to what Tommy had done to him…
"You're nice and red now," Paolo said, in a low rumble. "And I'm gonna' put my dick in that beautiful ass of yours…"
This was punishment he deserved wasn't it? He should feel like…nothing. He was nothing.
But the fear was starting to grip him inside.
He heard the condom wrapper, and a bottle opening and closing, and closed his eyes, swallowing back the whimper that tried to leave his throat. He was willing himself to calm…
But things were spinning…a bit out of control…
He felt the bed shift, and a long warm body lay itself over his…making his fresh welts sting...the cock rubbing against the crack of his ass.
He wanted to say something, to tell him to stop, but he was starting to struggle with his tongue…it wouldn't work. All that came out was a moan…
The man was rutting against him, and felt him suddenly shift back and off of him a bit.
Tony felt a finger press up to his asshole, tickling at first, and then slicking into him. He jerked a little, and it burned slightly…
"Shhhh," Paolo crooned in his ear, "I'm gonna make it good for you. Gonna make you cum into the sheets."
Tony tried to take a breath, and shuddered, even with the rapidly decline of his senses.
Suddenly, the finger was replaced by the impossibly hard dick pushed into him, with no hesitation, quickly breaching and filling him, and he cried out.
He was plunged into confusion.
"Soooo gooood," the soft voice said in his ear, as the cock started to move in and out of his body.
He was spinning…where was he? He felt suddenly wrong, and dirty, and shamed beyond measure.
"Such a good boy," Paolo unwittingly murmured, thrusting more violently into him.
Tommy? Tommy was dead wasn't he?
Tony wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, and weakly pulled at his wrists to get free.
But his body…wouldn't obey…couldn't throw off the man who was now tearing into him like he was a rag doll.
"You like that?" Paolo murmured.
But suddenly, it stopped.
"Tony?"
He couldn't respond. He could barely open his eyes.
"Shit!" he heard as the organ slid out of him.
Someone was brushing the tears away from his face, and tapping his cheek.
"Tony! Hey, man, you have to answer me…"
Tony was trembling, and a little moan left his throat again. Images of being chained up and the feeling of a cement floor beneath him were playing in his mind…along with a glinting knife. Someone pulled an eyelid open and then let it close. He wondered if this time, Tommy was going to kill him. Well, maybe that would be okay. He wouldn't have to feel the pain anymore, feel trapped in the worthless life that was his.
He barely noticed being untied, and rolled back over, with a sheet being laid gently over him up to his chest.
Vaguely, he heard a stressed voice in the background.
"Sharlee, this guy…I didn't know. I think he's on something. No…no he was very nice. A sweetheart. That's not the problem. He's…he's out of it. I think he's high or took some downs… I can't stay with him. I'm outta here…"
When Gibbs rolled up to "The Sweet Spot" 314 Saxon Avenue, in Paradise, he was intensely curious about Sharlee Benton and her connection to Tony.
Only the fact that it was late and he had no official paperwork to back it kept him from pounding on her door last night when he got in to Vegas and drove the additional hour to Paradise.
He hadn't seen Tony's car, either at her place, or the business.
So he staked out the business, much like he'd done with Gardiner, and waited for her to come in. It was already 11:00 hours when she finally showed.
Gibbs saw the white Mercedes pull up, and took note of Sharlee's professional attire. She was older, very attractive, and wearing giant sunglasses. Gibbs knew from asking McGee to research it, she had lived in Philly when Tony was a cop there…but he had no clue what the relationship was. He was surprised Tony was friends with a woman who owned a brothel. They had to be friends, since he knew Tony wasn't the type to pay for sex, when he could usually get it as often as he wanted to…
He waited a painful five minutes, and then went into the establishment.
There were two very attractive girls sitting and chatting in the chairs of the lounge area.
They looked up at Gibbs curiously and both smiled, eyeing him like a cat would a mouse.
He scowled.
"Sharlee?" he asked bluntly, not knowing where her office was.
"Who's askin'?" a smooth voice from behind made him turn around.
He got right to it.
"I'm Special Agent Gibbs," he produced his badge, and saw the two girls scurry away from the corner of his eye.
Sharlee tilted her head a little and smiled, "Well, hello Special Agent Gibbs. To what do I owe the pleasure? We in some kinda' trouble with the Feds?"
"No," he said, immediately feeling the intelligence and seriousness of the woman vibrating under the smooth exterior.
"I'm looking for someone. He's another Agent. Anthony-Tony DiNozzo." He watched her face as he said Tony's name.
She was damned good. Not even a flicker.
"Doesn't ring a bell, Agent Gibbs."
"You sure about that ma'am?" He asked gently, but his eyes were on her like a laserbeam.
"Well, we get all kinds'a men here, Agent Gibbs, and they don't always use their real names…" she smiled at him, "Now, if that's all, sugar, I need to get back to work. Time is money."
As she turned, he said, "I know he called you yesterday."
She stopped and turned back around.
"A lotta' people call me, Agent Gibbs. And I am certain you know confidentiality os important to my business. So unless you have a warrant, I suggest you turn heel outta' here, while I'm in the mood to ask nicely." Her voice held an undercurrent of venom.
She's protecting him, he thought, and smiled. "I know you're just looking out for him, but we have a problem, and he won't answer his phone, or even turn it on right now. You see, Ms. Benton, Tony put away a criminal some time ago, who's out as of today, and we believe he may come after Tony. And Tony doesn't know yet since we can't reach him. So, I need to find him. Now." Gibbs saw her eyes widen just the tiniest bit. He knew that she was strong, and wasn't going to break easily. And it dawned on him that maybe the truth would serve everyone better.
She stared at him for a moment.
She sighed. "Agent Gibbs, do I seem like I was born on a turnip truck?"
He raised an eyebrow, "No, ma'am."
"Firstly, if you call me ma'am one more time, I'm gonna' make you wear your balls for earrings. Secondly, let's say I believe your story, and hypothetically I knew Tony. You know damned well and good that I ain't gonna' just roll over cos' you asked me to."
"No ma- I mean, Ms. Benton."
"I tell you what. You go have some lunch in town. In fact, if you want, you go to the Luxembourg Grill, and tell em' Ms. Sharlee sent you, and they'll fix you up nice. And then you sit tight and see if Tony- Agent DiNozzo, calls you." She smiled at him again, persuasively.
He knew it meant she was going to call Tony herself, to check things out. He couldn't blame her.
"Okay," he said, and handed her a card. "If you need you can reach me at this number."
"Alright, Agent Gibbs." And with that she turned and walked away.
Gibbs practically bolted to his car.
He called McGee right away. It was earlier in DC but he figured the Probie would be at his desk.
"Boss? Did you find Tony?"
"McGee, I want you to trace outgoing calls right now from "The Sweet Spot"…"
It was a decent hotel, one of the chains, and Gibbs wasted no time running into the lobby. His gut was urging him on, demanding he get to Tony now.
He hopped on the open elevator to the fourth floor.
Just as he got out, he passed a very distraught looking young man, with dark curly hair and eyes, who almost bumped into Gibbs in his hurry to get on the elevator.
Gibbs walked brusquely down the hallway to find room 421.
He knocked, but the door had been ajar anyway. Panic hit the adrenaline button in his body.
He quickly pulled his gun, swinging the door open.
It was dead quiet.
He first took in the half empty bottle of Bourbon on the desk, with a glass next to it.
Then his eyes trailed further to the opposite side of the room, to the bed, where a pale and too still Tony was lying.
He wanted to call his name, but first cleared the room and bathroom completely.
His heart was pounding, as he closed the door of the room and put the gun away.
"Tony!" he called, quickly going to his friend and breathing out deep relief at feeling a pulse in his neck.
The room smelled a bit like alcohol and sex.
"What the Hell have you done now?" he said with worry. He sat next to Tony, and tapped his face.
A bare moan was all he got.
He pulled his penlight, and opened one of the green eyes.
Tony flinched a little, weakly turning away.
"Damn you!" Gibbs growled. He knew by the pupil response, this wasn't just alcohol.
He began to look through the room, in every drawer, and then went to the bathroom.
There was a prescription bottle, with no label on it.
He shook his head. "Tell me you didn't DiNozzo…"
He opened it. There were four pills. He recognized them, and was comforted that at least there were pills there, because it meant Tony hadn't swallowed the whole bottle or OD'd. He's likely taken some with alcohol…
Gibbs sighed and shook his head. If he couldn't get Tony to wake up with a cold shower and coffee from room service, they were going to have to go to the hospital…and how could they do that while keeping him off Campanelli's radar? If Gibbs could find him, someone else probably could.
He ran the shower and quickly went back to the bed, pulling the sheet off.
When he saw the red marks and scratches, he slowed momentarily. His eyes misted up.
"Oh, Tony."