Believe it or not I finally made it back. It's been a crazy few weeks. The good news is we are very close to the end. There will like be one more chapter and an epilogue. However I reserve the right to change my mind. LOL

Once again Rose Malmaison has done an awesome beta job and make this chapter 10X better than it was, Thanks Rose.

Thank you everyone who has been following my story and for being so patient. I know I have made you wait longer than you should have to wait but you all have continued to read and review and I greatly appreciate you all.

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WARNING: This is an AU slave/slash fic. It will contain m/m sex, bad language, torture, bondage, beatings and everything else that goes along with a story lie this. If this isn't your thing, that's okay, just don't read this. If it is, enjoy.

Chapter 31

Gibbs sat at his desk, staring at the report in front of him. When he had read the same paragraph for the fifth time, he slammed the paper down and stood up, very much aware of all the eyes upon him. He needed to get out of there, even if just for a moment or two.

"I'm going for coffee," Gibbs stated as he walked quickly to the elevator. He could feel the lump building in his throat and a burning in his eyes. He couldn't allow his team to see him like this. He was their leader, the strong, second B for bastard Marine. He couldn't let them see what he truly was, a man in love, and scared shitless he was going to lose the person closest to him, just like he had lost his wife and daughter. Only this time, he didn't think he would survive such a loss.

"Gibbs," Fornell called out as he headed for the elevator himself, but stopped at the wave of Gibbs' hand.

"Is he going to be okay?" McGee asked quietly, turning to Ducky, who approached alongside Palmer, carrying sandwiches and drinks.

"Not if we do not find Anthony, and soon," Ducky answered, shaking his head sadly. "I'm afraid that Jethro would not survive another loss as significant as this. No, this time could very well push him over the edge."

"Then I suggest we get a move on and find something," Fornell said, his eyes still on the elevator. "I have no intention of breaking in a new NCIS agent."

***NCIS***

Gibbs flipped the switch to off the minute the elevator doors closed, and slid down the wall to the floor. He was beginning to hyperventilate; he could feel the tingling in his lips and fingers. He had to get himself er control. This wasn't going to help Tony. All his efforts and attention should be on finding his lover, but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate.

Gibbs pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes, fighting to keep his tears at bay. This couldn't be happening, could it? He was going to wake up any moment, and realize this has all been a nightmare and find Tony lying in his arms asleep. He couldn't have failed Tony this badly, could he? Please, God, tell me I haven't failed him.

Gibbs' cell began to ring in his pocket. Taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, he flipped the phone open. "Gibbs," he snapped.

Fornell's voice came over the line. "Get your ass back here, now. McGee's got something."

***NCIS***

"What do you got, McGee?" Gibbs asked anxiously.

"I've been digging into Director Makepeace's wife and daughter," McGee began.

"The wife and daughter?" Gibbs snapped. "Why the hell would you be digging into their background instead of trying to find where they're holding Tony? They're victims, McGee. What the hell…"

"Why don't you shut the hell up and let him finish," Fornell barked, interrupting Gibbs' tirade. "He knows what he's doing and it paid off."

Gibbs glared at Fornell and then turned back to McGee. "Fine, what did you find, McGee?"

"Well, uh, I thought maybe- well if I…" McGee stuttered as he looked from Fornell to Gibbs.

"Just spit it out, McGee," Gibbs growled.

"Right," McGee replied and turned to his computer again. "I looked into the wife's background, as I said, and found that her grandfather, Charles Barkley, use to own an old plantation. He sold it in 1966."

"What does that have to do with DiNozzo Senior?" Gibbs was quickly losing his patience.

"Nothing, but I'm not done," McGee replied. "The man who bought it refurbished the place from top to bottom. He planned to turn it into a museum. The problem was, after paying all that money out on repairs he couldn't afford to open the museum. It sat empty until a year ago."

"You saying the plantation was sold a year ago?" Gibbs asked. "About the same time Makepeace's wife and daughter went missing."

"Exactly two months after they 'went to Europe,'" McGee explained.

"Who bought the place?" Gibbs asked, already knowing the answer.

"A woman named Elizabeth Barkley," McGee said. "Gibbs, that's Director Makepeace's wife's maiden name."

"Wait, wait," Fornell jumped in. "So, you're saying that Senior took the Director's wife and daughter so could have control over him, and then used the wife's maiden name to buy a plantation. For what reason?"

"That seems a long way to travel," Ziva added. "You would think a man as connected as DiNozzo Senior would just hold his hostages here in DC. At an abandoned warehouse or empty house."

"No, actually it makes perfect sense," Kate stated as she came around her desk and leaned against the front. "It fits right in with Senior's personality. He sees himself as a powerful man, untouchable by the law, just like many of the slave owners of the past. This plantation would fit him to a tee."

"She's right," Fornell said. "There's no way in hell you're going to find that asshole in anything less than a mansion. A plantation fits his upscale tastes, and it's isolated enough that he can do what he wants, when he wants, and no one would be the wiser."

"Where is this place, McGee?" Gibbs asked, his heart speeding up at the first lead they'd had.

"Brunswick County, North Carolina," McGee replied.

"Jesus, that's over a six-hour drive," Gibbs groaned. "God knows what that bastard has done to Tony already, and we're still six hours away."

"Not anymore," Fornell said as he dropped his cell phone in his pocket. "I've got the FBI chopper coming over. He's going to land in the parking lot and pick us up." Fornell headed for the elevator, looking back over his shoulder. He saw Gibbs just standing there staring at him in shock. "You're coming, or aren't ya?"

Gibbs shook himself and headed for the elevator. "What about the team?"

"They'll be right behind you," Morrow yelled from the top of the stairs. "I have a military chopper headed this way too. It will get here about ten minutes after you take off. The rest of your team, along with Dr. Mallard will follow. Your slave may need medical attention."

Gibbs nodded to Director Morrow, and stepped into the elevator with Fornell. Hang on, Tony. I'm on my way and I'll bring you home, if it's the last thing I do.

***NCIS***

Tony awoke to the sound of humming. Someone was in a happy mood and it sure as hell wasn't him. He hurt all over, from head to toe. His wrists hurt the worst but his head was still too fuzzy to figure out why. Then the tune the person was humming changed and grew louder, and hearing it actually helped clear Tony's head.

Tony could finally make out where he was and why his wrists hurt so badly. He was in a large furnished bedroom and he was hanging, naked, suspended from his wrists by chains bolted to the ceiling. His feet were barely touching the floor. His entire weight was on his wrists and the heavy leather cuffs were cutting into his skin. Blood was trickling down his arms, but what scared him the most was the fact that the humming was coming from his living nightmare, his father.

Tony slowly raised his head and watched, as best he could through swollen eyes, his father moving around a table that sat a few feet from where he hung. Senior was picking up items, looking them over and then setting them back down. Each item he picked up brought a smile to the man's face.

Tony caught sight of the items on the table and his stomach flipped. He could see whips, floggers, knives, nipple clamps, something that might have been a cattle-prod - all the things his father would need to torture him for hours. His only hope now was for Gibbs to find him before his father had a chance to use any of these devices on him. Tony lowered his head, in the hope that Senior wouldn't know he was awake yet, but it was too late.

"I know you're awake, slave," Senior said, never looking in Tony's direction. "I've always known when you were pretending to be asleep. I just let you get away with it because I didn't want to deal with your sorry ass."

Tony watched Senior walk around to the far end of the table and pick up what Tony could identify as a cock ring with a butt plug attached, as well as a set of nipple clamps. Tony felt a cold shiver run through him when Senior looked over and sent him a chilling smile.

"Now that ass belongs to me, and I plan to have some serious fun with my toys. I'm very curious how much pain you can stand, slave," Senior said with a smile that made Tony's blood run cold.

***NCIS***

The FBI helicopter, which had been flying in stealth mode, landed in an open field a mile from the plantation. Gibbs and Fornell were out the doors and halfway across the field before the chopper's blades quit spinning. They were so close now and nothing was going to stop them from getting to Tony.

As they reached the former slave quarters they heard the other chopper in the distance and knew their backup had arrived. It wouldn't be long now, and the rescue party would be at full strength. It was time to put their plan in action.

Gibbs rounded the building and stopped in his tracks. There it was, looming in the distance, the Barkley plantation's large main house. It was a white three-story building. There were columns that ran across the front of the wraparound porch, and each window on each floor had a balcony. Gibbs knew Tony was in there somewhere, but which room, which window?

"So, what do you think?" Fornell asked, keeping his voice low in case there were guards. "Sneak in quietly or full on frontal assault?"

"I've never been one to beat around the bush," Gibbs said, giving Fornell a half smile. "I'm always for full frontal assaults."

Fornell and Gibbs hunkered down next to a small outbuilding and checked out the place while they waited for the rest of the team to join them. Right away they saw several men carrying rifles guarding the house. There appeared to be two guards patrolling the front and two in back. As they walked the perimeter, they'd scout out the sides of the house, so they had coverage of all sides of the large plantation house.

Gibbs looked back the way they'd come and caught sight of several Marines accompanying his team. They approached stealthily, keeping the outbuildings between the guards and themselves.

"Ziva, Kate, take the man out back closest to the barn," Gibbs instructed in a quite tone as soon as his people gathered around. "McGee and I…"

"I'll go with Agent McGee, Sir." A young man dressed in Marine fatigues stepped forward. "We were sent to help by your Director."

Gibbs saw four soldiers step forward, all nodding in agreement. "What do you need us to do, sir?" another soldier asked.

"Don't call me sir, I work for a living," Gibbs stated, checking out the four men's nametags. "Okay, you, Johnson, go with Agent Todd and Officer David. Samuels and Webber, go with McGee and take out the second guard in the back. Roberts, I need you to go get Dr. Mallard off the chopper and stay with him here. We're likely going to need him and fast. Fornell and I will handle the two guards out front."

"I don't think we need to tell you all that stealth is of the utmost importance," Fornell stressed. "We can't let the people inside know we are out here."

With a nod of all heads, the team broke off to fulfill their tasks.

It didn't take long for all teams to take out the guards they were assigned, silently and deadly. That left two guards, and Gibbs and Fornell were ready for them. As the guards separated, one going around the side of the building while the other walked to the end of the front, all that could be heard were the sounds of bodies hitting the ground. The way to Tony was now clear.

***NCIS***

Senior picked up a big tube of lube and began spreading lubrication all over a very large butt plug attached to a metal contraption. "I have some real fun planned for that ass, starting with this." Senior walked over and nonchalantly took Tony's cock in hand. He ignored the way Tony made sounds of protest and withered at his touch as he threaded his son's cock through the cock ring. Holding it in place, Senior walked around behind Tony. With no hesitation at all, he parted Tony's ass cheeks and shoved the butt plug inside him, causing Tony to cry out.

Senior spent several minutes pulling the butt plug in and out, jiggling it back and forth, before finally seating it. He chuckled with pleasure at Tony's groans, and walked back to his table. He snapped on a pair of latex gloves, picked up another tube, squeezing a generous amount of clear gel onto his palm. Senior again took Tony's cock in hand and began to stroke him, slowly at first.

Shit, his dick was burning! "Don't," Tony cried.

"What, too hot for you?" Senior asked with a grin. "And I'm only just beginning."

Tony began to squirm and moan as his penis began to burn. He realized the tube Senior used wasn't just lube, it was a stimulating cream that heated up more and more with each stroke. When Tony's cock began to respond, Senior's strokes became more aggressive, causing his cock to burn even more.

Tony didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of hearing him cry out, but the pain was excruciating. "Oh God, Jesus! Stop it! Stop!" He cried out, to no avail. Finally the stroking stopped, leaving Tony panting and sweating, his cock a dark red and jutting straight out from his body.

Once Tony was totally hard, Senior tightened the cock ring. Tony screamed and twisted to get away, but his father had a firm grip on him.

"I have someone coming in the next day or so the castrate you," Senior said nonchalantly as he started to pinch and twist Tony's nipples, pleased with how quickly they responded. When he had then both hard pebbles he added the nipple clamps, tightening them until Tony cried out once again. "That way, I won't need to use my good toys on the likes of you."

"W-Why," Tony panted through the pain.

"Because you're not worth the time and effort it would take to clean them," Senior said with disgust. He went back to the table to choose his next item. "Hell, I'll probably have to throw the things away and buy new ones if I can't get your stink off of them."

"Th-that's not what I m-mean," Tony replied, blinking his eye to clear the tears. "W-why are y-you d-doing this? W-what kind of f-father would do these th-things to his own s-son?"

Senior stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Tony. "Why, no father would ever do anything like this to their son," Senior said, surprised. "I would think you would know that."

"Wh-what do you m-mean by that?" Tony asked, the bile rising in his throat. "Wh-what are y-you s-saying?"

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm saying," Senior said with a laugh. "I tell you, that mother of yours, she really had a thing for the great unwashed. I think she fucked every one of the servants, from the stable boy to the butler. God knows who your actual father was."

"Y-you're lying," Tony said as tears streamed down his face. "Believe me when I s-say I would rather have anyone other th-than you as my f-father, but I d-don't believe y-your lies."

Senior walked over until he was standing in front of Tony, a smirk on his face. "Oh, believe it," Senior said to taunt him. "Your mother was the biggest fucking whore to ever live. If it had a cock hanging between its legs your mother would spread her legs. That's why I finally had to rid myself of her. My only regret is that you survived. I was sure once I cut that brake line it would rid me of both of you in one fell swoop, but no, you had to survive."

"Y-you k-killed my mother? I-I'll kill you, you b-bastard!" Somehow, Tony managed to grab the chains he was hanging from, and with a great heave he swung his legs up and wrapped them around Senior's neck.

Locking his ankles, he squeezed his thighs as tightly as he could, cutting off Senior's air supply. Senior let out a strangled cry and grabbed Tony's bare legs, trying to pry them from their vise-like grip around his neck. Tony closed his eyes and concentrated all his strength on his legs. He could hear the man choking, feel his fingernails gouging bloody trails in his legs.

Tony could no longer feel any pain. Not the pain in his wrists or his swollen and burning dick, nor the pain from the open wounds on his legs. All his concentration was focused on choking the life out of the bastard in front of him, but despite his best efforts, he could feel himself weakening. It wasn't long before Senior was able to pry Tony's legs from around his neck.

Senior staggered back, falling to the floor, gasping for air. His anger rose to a degree he had never felt before. He looked up at the object of that anger and stared as Tony swung back and forth, his head hanging down as he breathed heavily.

Senior stood and walked over to his table and picked up a whip. "You fucking little shit," he growled. "I'll show you who is the Master here and who is the slave." Senior began whipping Tony as he walked around his suspended body, shouting profanities with every strike of the whip. He was so intent on teaching Tony a lesson, he never heard the front door crash in.