Hey, everyone. Let me start by saying I'm sorry for being gone so long, but the last several months have been a living hell for me. Mom became very ill again, but this time I wasn't as lucky as I have been in the past. Mom passed away on November 30th and she took with her my heart and soul. She was my everything. Since her passing I've had little desire to do much of anything but work, and even that was hard. I had no desire to write and little desire to read. Then, this last Saturday, for some reason, I just sat down and wrote this chapter. I'm hoping, maybe, this is the start of me getting my life back.

I want to thank all of you who have sent me PMs telling me you missed me and telling me how much you liked my story. It has help me through this difficult time and kept me going. There were a few that sent me a review asking if I was going to finish but they were sent as guest and I can't respond to those. So, Yes, this story will be finished.

I also want to thank Rose Malmaison for being a wonderful beta and an even better friend. Thank you for supporting me and helping face my biggest fear, losing mom.

I own nothing but the plot. I make no profit off my writing. I'm just pleased I can bring pleasure to others through my writing.

This is a AU slave/slash fic. It will have items in it that go along with such a story, such as beatings, bad language, m/m sex, bondage, etc. If this isn't your thing, no problem. Just back out now. There are a lot of excellent stories out there. If it is, enjoy.

Chapter 30

The van jerked to a stop causing Tony to roll forward and hit his head on the back of the driver's seat. He bit his lip to stifle the cry of pain that tried to escape, determined not to show any weakness in front of his captors. He was lying there, not moving, hoping the dizziness and nausea he was feeling would pass quickly, when he heard the side door slide open.

Without a word, the two men who had dragged Tony from Gibbs' home pulled him roughly from the van. They had to carry him, hands gripping his arms, as they'd had hog-tied him so his feet where drawn up behind him and bound to his wrists. Pain shot through Tony's shoulders from the strain of being carried. With the hood still firmly in place, Tony was unable to see where they were taking him, but he heard the van door slide closed and then the sound of feet on gravel. He knew then that his suspicions were correct, that he hadn't been taken by the slave reclamation center, like they'd told Gibbs. He had been to the center before and there were no gravel roads anywhere near there.

Tony strained to hear, trying to figure out where he was. They definitely weren't at his father's mansion. Not only where the driveways all paved but he was pretty sure he could smell horses. When he was at the academy in Rhode Island, he had a friend whose parents lived on a horse ranch. Robert had always insisted Tony come home with him on school breaks, telling Tony he shouldn't be left alone at school. Staying there had been of the best times in his young life, and he would never forget that smell, of horses and hay.

The men halted without warning. He heard knuckles rapping on a door, and suddenly, as the gravity of the situation sunk in, Tony felt as though he was going to throw up. They had made it to their destination and now he was about to face his biggest fear: his father. Oh yeah, he knew the person behind this elaborate plan had to be his father, no one else wanted him that badly. Well, except for Gibbs. The thought of the last glimpse he's had of Gibbs, right before they'd pulled a hood over his head, seeing the man he loved lying unconscious on the floor, caused Tony's eyes to fill with tears. He prayed they had left him alive and unharmed.

Tony's mind was so filled with thoughts of Gibbs that he hadn't even realized he had been dragged inside until he was unceremoniously dropped on a hardwood floor. Pain shot up his right hip at the impact, but before he could even take stock of any injuries, he was manhandled onto his knees. The next voice he heard caused his blood to run cold.

"Why is my new slave wearing clothing? You know I don't allow my slaves to wear anything."

"I'm sorry, sir," Tony heard one of his captors say. "But it's against the law to transport slaves naked."

"So?" the authoritative voice replied. "Since when has the law mattered to me?"

"I understand, sir," the other man explained. "But had we been stopped for any reason, and they had found him naked in the back, there would have been questions. Questions I don't believe you would have wanted asked."

There was uncomfortable silence for what seemed like an eternity, before the man said, "Fine, so long as you got him here. Now, remove the hood so I can gaze upon my prize."

The hood was yanked off Tony's head and he had to close his eyes against the painful light.

"Open your eyes boy, and see your Master," the voice commanded. When Tony didn't immediately respond he felt a stinging slap to the side of his face. "I said open your eyes, slave, now!"

Tony had to blink a few times in order to adjust to the light. When he could finally keep them open, he slowly raised his head and looked at the man he feared the most. With bravado he didn't quite feel, Tony greeted the man, saying, "Hello, father. Miss me much?"

The second slap, while fully expected, was much harder than the first and almost knocked Tony over. The only thing that kept him upright were the two men on either side of him, their hands on his shoulders. Even though the side of his face ached and he was pretty sure he now had a loose tooth, Tony's response to being struck was a simple smile.

"I am your Master, you will address me as such," Senior demanded angrily.

"Sorry, no can do," Tony said with an even bigger smile. "I already have a Master and you ain't him. So, when my true Master comes for me, and he will, I'll address him that way." Tony braced himself for another slap, but was unprepared for the laughter that came from Senior instead.

"Your true Master," Senior scoffed. "You mean that fucking Federal Agent who tried taunting me at The Cellar? You're never going to see him again."

Tony's smile slipped for just a moment before coming back even brighter than before. "Oh, he'll come for me, and when he does, he'll likely shoot your ass."

Senior bent down and took Tony's chin in a painful grip. "I got news for you boy. By the time my man is through with your precious Federal Agent, he's going to be calling someone else Master. Hell, maybe I'll buy him myself and then I'll chain you in my room and make you watch as I fuck him, over and over again. I'm going to fuck him until he's begging for mercy and bleeding from both ends, and then I'm going to whip him right down to the bone."

This time, when the smile dropped from Tony's face, it didn't come back. The hatred Tony felt for this man, this monster who called himself his father, was like nothing he had ever felt before. His anger grew at the injustice of it all, at the horrific things this man had done to people, without a care about the consequences or the pain he left in his wake. Fury got the better of him, and even though he knew he'd surely be punished for fighting back, Tony spat at the man. A gob of his spit landed on the toe of Senior's shoe. It earned him another slap, but Tony was quick to retort, "You obviously don't know Gibbs very well if you actually believe that is ever going to happen. Then again, you've always been full of yourself and delusional."

"Oh, you're going to learn just how delusional I am," Senior growled and he began unbuckling his belt. "But for now, it's time you learn who your Master is."

Tony watched in horror as Senior pop the button and lower the zipper of his pants. He glanced up at the men on either side of him, looking for some sign of humanity, but they just stood there staring straight ahead, like this was an everyday occurrence. Maybe it was for them. When Tony looked back at Senior he had to fight the sudden feeling he had to throw up. The man towered over him, his pants and underwear down around his ankles, with his flaccid cock hanging in front of Tony's face.

Senior looked down at Tony, his hands on his hips. He smiled smugly. "Time for you to show me what you learned in training, slave. Suck me off. Show me what a talented tongue you have, and if you don't live up to my expectations I just might consider cutting it out." He grabbed Tony's chin once again and growled, "And if you so much as touch me with those pretty teeth of yours, I'll have them pulled out with some rusty pliers. I make myself clear, slave?"

Tony's mind jumped back to all the times he had given Gibbs a blowjob. Gibbs' cock got hard at just the thought of Tony's lips wrapping around his cock. Kneeling there, in front of his father's flaccid cock, Tony couldn't help himself. He laughed out loud.

"You find this funny," Senior snapped in anger.

"Actually, yes I do," Tony snickered. "You think you are so much better than Gibbs, and you can't even get it up for a simple blow job."

Senior wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke himself. "That, boy, is part of your job. Your mouth wrapped around my dick will get me hard."

"Really?" Tony taunted. It was obvious that Senior needed a lot of help to get an erection, and the one thing Tony knew, he was not going to be the one to give him that help. "Because my Master gets hard just thinking about me. What's the matter, old man, can't get it up anymore without that little blue pill?"

Tony knew what was coming next, and he welcomed it. So when Senior yelled, "You fucking bastard," before slamming his fist into Tony's face, it came as no surprise. Nor was the demeaning rant of "You little shit," and "You're a worthless piece of flesh." Senior didn't let up, punching Tony in the face, the chest, and even placing a few strikes to his groin. Held in place by the two men, and tied up as he was, Tony had no way of protecting himself, though he struggled as much as he could. He tried not to cry out, but by the time Senior was finished and standing over him, chest heaving from anger and exertion, Tony was moaning from the severe beating. The one satisfying thing he had in all of this was when Senior tried to kick him and forgot his pants were down around his ankles. To watch Senior fall on his bare ass was so worth the pain he was in.

Tony lay on the floor, still hogtied, and a bloody mess, when the yelling and hitting finally came to an end. He coughed a couple of times, spitting up blood, his ribs screaming in pain. He could feel himself slipping towards unconsciousness.

"Take this piece of shit upstairs and clean him up," Senior instructed his men as he adjusted his clothing. "I want him stripped naked and hanging from the chains in my room. I'll teach this son of a bitch who his Master is, or kill him in the process." Senior poured himself a drink and took a long, calming swallow.

Tony felt himself being lifted and being taking up a set of stairs as the darkness finally descended on him. He prayed to God that if Gibbs couldn't get to him in time, that he never wake up again. He would rather die than let that monster rape him, but, if God decided he should wake and face his foe then so be it. He would fight Senior to the bitter end. If he could do nothing else, he would make Gibbs proud.