I was a little disappointed with the last chapter because I didn't get as many reviews as I was hoping for! I don't know if it was because people didn't enjoy it as much or because the rating was changed to M. But if you are reading, please review. It's the only way I know if I'm on the right track!Thanks!
Anyway, I must warn you, this chapter is the reason why the rating has gone up. Please do not read if you are easily offended. Don't call me sick by the way, God help me, I just love JDA.
This can't be happening. Why the hell have the three people I care about most been dragged into this? I always told myself I would never upset them by telling them about my past and now look what I've gone and done. I told Dr. Cox a little bit of what happened and now he and my two best friends are being held hostage. Oh my God, this is all my fault, if I hadn't come home on my own-
"Johnny, you okay?"
JD jumped slightly having seemingly forgotten about the man wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Dave let out a slight chuckle. "Always were a day dreamer... You've not changed one bit, you know that Johnny?"
Why does he call me Johnny? It gives me the creeps. I feel a cold tingling race down my spine and I shiver against it as I feel him kissing my neck far too gently. That's even more creepy, and what's worse is that my body is responding to his foul touch. I wish I was not so terrified of him. I feel sick that my body is betraying me. I have to stop this.
JD once again closes his eyes and shivers as Dave buries his face into the juncture of his neck and kisses gently. Noticing that he has hit a sensitive spot he starts kissing him harder and faster causing JD to squirm in his arms, his body obviously fighting his head for control. Dr. Cox, Turk and Carla can do nothing but watch in shock and disgust as the man tries to break down JD's composure.
Oh God... oh God, this is so embarrassing. I want him to get off me, but my body just won't seem to move. Every time I try to shift he just kisses me harder. My neck has always been my weak spot, I can feel my body slowly turning to jelly. Oh God I'm disgusting. How can I be getting aroused by this? I hate the man, he makes me sick. What will the others be thinking while they're watching me now? It must be obvious... oh no, did I just moan out loud? Oh God I can never look at Carla, Turk or Dr. Cox again. This has to stop, right now.
"Please." JD's voice was merely a whisper, his eyes were tightly shut and his head was shaking from side to side. His body still shivered involuntarily. "Please... stop." Dave bit down and JD gasped in pain. "Don't do this to me, p-please..."
At this, Dave pulled away and withdrew his hold from around the younger man's shoulders. At first JD tensed unsure of what the man was planning, after all he was sat on the older man's lap. Having waited a couple of seconds he cautiously opened his eyes, breathing heavily, he turned to look at his abuser. JD felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the familiar cold stare, the empty eyes that had haunted his dreams for many years gazing right at him. Even meeting Dave's gaze for only a second or two was enough to make JD feel completely terrified, which caused him to suddenly spring off the man's lap. Unfortunately for him though, he wasn't known for his grace, the reason for this was quickly explained when he found himself tripping backwards over the coffee table falling directly onto Dr. Cox.
Dr. Cox made a loud grunting sound as his intern landed almost completely on top of him. As usual, he had the over whelming urge to shout at the kid. Not just for the fact that he was so clumsy but also for the fact he seemed to be making no attempt to get up. In Dr. Cox's eyes, this was JD's chance to try and get away. He decided to shift his legs to make JD move but was shocked into stillness when his intern turned to look at him. All of a sudden, all of the anger drained away. For those few seconds JD bared his soul to Dr. Cox, showing him all of the pain, anger, confusion, helplessness, embarrassment and terror that had plagued him over the years because of this man. And if Cox was honest, seeing JD looking like that scared him. It made him realise that any chance of JD actually fighting against the bastard that tormented him had probably been beaten out of him years ago.
As I locked eyes with Dr. Cox I felt myself flush from the embarrassment of knowing that he had just seen me almost enjoying the touch of the guy who had apparently caused me so much pain. I almost found myself trying to explain to him that I didn't enjoy it, and how Dave makes me feel. Then he gave me that look... sympathy. That's what I hate the most, sympathy. Then he suddenly looked up, I felt his body tense and I heard a muffled yell probably coming from Turk. The feeling of cold, hard metal at my neck alerted me that something was definitely wrong.
JD froze completely knowing that the end of a gun was being pressed against his skin. He swallowed nervously.
"You ever, ever move without my permission kid... it'll be the last thing you ever do."
Dave pressed the gun harder into JD's neck making him close his eyes and whimper slightly. He leaned in closer. "Now what do you say?" A smirk came across his face as he remembered the familiar game.
JD opened his eyes in shock, surely he wouldn't make him do this. Dave answered his questioning look with a hard back hand to the face which made his three colleagues wince. Dr. Cox leaned forwards slightly to try and protect his protege but soon found the gun aimed at his head instead.
"NO!.. Don't shoot him!!" JD grabbed hold of Dave's arm. "Please. I'm sorry, I'll do anything. Just don't hurt him." JD's breathing was fast and ragged, his pulse was racing. If Dr. Cox were to die because of him, he would never forgive himself.
"Then you know what to say." Dave smiled at JD who was obviously completely embarrassed, he would never have told his friends about this side of the abuse.
After watching JD mull it over for long enough, Dave moved his finger towards the trigger. Beads of sweat were pouring down Dr. Cox's face.
"Wait!!" Dave paused. "I belong to you a-and no-one else." JD's face flushed red and his gaze had dropped to the floor as he was speaking. "I am yours to... I-I am yours to.. use.. as you want."
Although Dr. Cox's eyes were wide at what his intern had just said, he couldn't help but relax slightly from the relief that the gun was no longer pointing at his head. However, Turk was not so quiet. He was pulling away from the wall, infuriated that someone would make his best friend into their own personal toy.
Dave smiled at JD and stroked his cheek making him flinch, then suddenly pointed the gun at Turk who froze.
"Do you wanna die? Because if you disturb me again I assure you, you will." Still pointing the gun at Turk, Dave grabbed JD by the collar and pulled him to his feet. JD swayed unsteadily due to the side effects of the drug, taking advantage of this, Dave suddenly elbowed him right in the jaw sending him flying back down to the floor. JD yelped in surprise at the sudden movement and Turk lunged forwards trying to shout through his gag.
The man calmly met Turk's angry gaze then bent down to drag JD up once again by the collar.
"Okay, doctors, and nurse." Dave glanced at Carla. "Here is how it's gonna go from now on. You three are going to be quiet... if you're not, I will kill you... and you," he pushed JD up against the wall next to Dr. Cox pointing the gun at his head. "If you do not do exactly as I say, I will kill one of your friends, and you will get to pick which one. So, if you all don't want to hurt each other, I guess you had better start doing as I say."
At that moment I realised why my friends had been dragged into this... They were his leverage. I found myself nodding so obediently I shocked myself. After I had seen him at the hospital I had thought that maybe this time I would at least have the strength to resist him. But he's even got that covered now. I will not risk their lives just to save my own, I have got through this before and I can do it again. He won't destroy me this time. All of a sudden he pulls the gun away from my head and I feel relief wash over me. I'm not ready to die. He slowly turns and places the gun on the table, I wish I had the stones to jump for it and shoot him myself but I'm rooted to the floor. I'm so scared I actually can't move and I can still feel my body convulse from time to time with cold shivers.
I look towards Turk, as embarrassed as I feel about what he is no doubt going to see, I have to look at him, make him understand that no matter what happens he has to stay quiet. Not only for his sake, but for Carla's and Dr. Cox's and perhaps even my own. I shoot him a look, I'm not even sure how we mastered this method of communication but it works for us somehow, and I can tell he's understood me and he's not happy. But unfortunately we both know there's not a lot we can do now. All of a sudden Dave shoves me into a head lock, I let out a very manly yelp as my neck jolts at an awkward angle. For a few seconds, my instinct and my urge is to leap free of his grip, but then I remember what will happen if I do... One of my friends will die. I have to ride this out... I have to.
Dave dragged JD over to the wall near Turk and Carla's bedroom and threw him up against it. Once again, JD couldn't help but let out a feeble whimper as his back hit the wall.
"I own you, kid. Everything you are, everything you have become, I created." His hands grabbed JD's wrists and pinned them against the wall. Feeling the man's body up against him once again, JD started to panic and couldn't help but try to struggle out of Dave's grip. In return, he received a hard shake, the grip on his wrists tightened and his hands were pushed above his head. This brought Dave closer to him. "DON'T.. do that."
Complete helplessness washed over JD and he closed his eyes as Dave took both his wrists into one of his much larger hands and started stroking his chest with the other. Again, he took JD's lips into a bruising kiss and when the younger man needed to take a breath he forced his tongue deep into his mouth. This obviously made JD want to gag and vomit, or as Dr. Cox would call it "gavomit". JD's eyes remained tightly shut as his abuser tightened the grip around his wrists and moved his hand down to the fastenings of his scrubs.
Dave pulled away from the kiss, obviously wanting to see the expression on JD's face as he undid the tie on the scrubs, reached down and gave a soft squeeze. Much to Dave's annoyance the intern only turned his face away, keeping his eyes tightly closed. The second time he gave a much harder squeeze and started stroking which caused JD to gasp out loud and try to pull away.
"P-please..." He gasped again as Dave's strokes speeded up. "Please... stop..." Once again, Dave caught JD's mouth in a passionate kiss, spurred on by the fact that his captive was starting to become hard. When he pulled away again, he noticed that JD had lost control of most of his senses, however, the embarrassment on the intern's face was obvious. Dave once again speeded up the strokes.
JD found himself panting and unable to control the fact that he seemed to be leaning towards the man he hated. Dave started stroking slower and eventually let go of his wrists allowing them to drop to his sides, but he still held his left one firmly just in case.
Seeing his opportunity to get out of this, JD held onto Dave's left arm which at that moment was slowly stroking him up and down. Noticing what JD was doing, Dave again speeded up his strokes causing JD to lean into him resting his head against his chest.
From that second, Dave knew he had JD just where he wanted him and stopped stroking. As he had hoped, unconsciously JD tried to get him to keep going so he started stroking again. JD's breath caught when the man pushed his head back and kissed him in the juncture of his neck. Unfortunately, for JD this manoeuvre broke his clouded judgement and he realised what he had just done and how it must have looked. Getting himself into such a state that he actually wanted Dave to continue, in his eyes, was the worst thing he could have done.
All of a sudden, a shattered sob broke from JD's lips and unshed tears came rolling down his face. Dave smiled at JD and decided to finish his ministrations. He tightened his grip and quickened his pace and JD was soon breathing heavily and burying his face into Dave's shoulder. The younger man's body was then racked with uncontrollable shudders and as he came Dave wrapped his arms around his back bringing him into a hug. For some reason, JD found himself returning the hug somewhat and burying his face deeper into Dave's shoulder as he cried harder than he had for a long time. The pair stood like that for near a minute.
Dave gently patted his back as he whispered into his ear, "See, I do own you." JD looked up in shock at the man's sudden change of personality, then suddenly he was thrown into the coffee table, a loud crunch was heard as one of the legs broke and his back slammed into the corner.
Feeling too weak and confused to get up, JD just kept sobbing and curled up to protect himself from the large foot that was about to kick him in the midsection. When Dr. Cox tried to protest, Dave once again picked up the gun which surprisingly had managed to stay on the table and pointed it at JD.
"SHUT UP!! Or the kid dies!!" Dr. Cox automatically leaned back and quickly closed his eyes not wanting to watch the carnage, unfortunately though he couldn't block out JD's cries of pain as Dave repeatedly kicked him in the stomach. Nor could he block out what the bastard was saying to him.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dave finally stopped kicking JD. It was obvious that the intern was having trouble breathing and was unable to uncurl himself. His breath came in hitching sobs and his eyes were squinting in pain but Dave cruelly pulled him up to stand.
"Get up, you little shit. Stop your squirming." He held JD tightly by his scrubs shirt trying to stop him from collapsing back to the floor. He was almost annoyed that JD was finding it difficult to stand up, he then punched him square in the jaw jolting his head to the side. The intern was scarcely responding to the pain now and when Dave hiked him up again, he hardly cared. This time he was punched in the face causing his mouth to bleed. When he was hiked up one last time JD managed to stir slightly and felt an overwhelming sense of arrogance. This caused him to spit blood in Dave's face.
Furious at the act of defiance, his abuser head butted him right in the temple causing him to lose consciousness... and gave him a few more kicks just for good measure. He let JD's limp body fall to the floor and Dr. Cox winced when the intern's head hit the carpet.
Dave didn't even regard his three captives, he merely composed himself and moved to the couch, stepping over JD on the way. As he sat down he grabbed the remote and switched on the television. Turk and Dr. Cox stared at the man in shock. Other than the TV, Carla's heart breaking sobs were the only other sound that could be heard.
Dave was silent.