He felt worn out after the visit from his parents. He had not seen them in well over a year and they were frantic when they saw the condition he was in. Luckily no one went into details about what really happened to him. He didn't want to worry them any more than they already were. He didn't think he could handle anyone knowing the truth of it all, let alone his parents.
Luckily he had some time alone to think before his next visitors came in. He was sitting up in bed, nibbling on some oatmeal they had given him for breakfast. The only thing he completely ate was some yogurt. His throat was still sore and they were aware of it and made sure he was eating things that would be gentle on it. Overall, he still had not regained an appetite.
"Well that doesn't look too appealing." He looked up and saw Ray walking in with Catherine. Catherine came over and gave him a light hug. She knew that he seemed to be more accepting of affection from women than men right now. She couldn't say she blamed him after what he went through. Ray just smiled at him. He had worked the least with Greg and felt a little awkward being there, but Catherine insisted he come.
"Yeah, well I've had better I can safely say." He noticed Ray came in with a laptop. "Um, I guess you aren't here for a friendly visit," he said pointing to the laptop.
"Uh, no, sorry Greg," Catherine said to him. She felt bad but they had to have him do this. "We brought the computer so we can have you go through mug shots. Plus we need you to confirm for us Jasper Marks appearance when you last saw him."
He pushed away his food tray and took a nervous breath. He really didn't care to see him ever again but he also knew he didn't feel safe if he was still out there. He was still his object of obsession. He blinked away the thought and sighed. "Okay sure."
Ray opened up the laptop and put it in front of Greg. "Here's the last photo we have on file of Jasper Marks." Greg stared at the photo and felt that fear return.
"His hair was a little longer and he had a goatee, otherwise that's him," he said uneasily. The piercing blue eyes glared back at him in the photo. The square jaw and slightly crooked nose stood out in the photo. His nose had been broken in prison, he had informed Greg. He also had told him about a lot of other things that happened to him in prison, things he had made Greg go through and worse. The blonde hair was hanging down around his face. He couldn't believe he ever found him attractive at all. All he saw now was the cold blooded bastard that he was and the control he held over him.
Catherine noticed how he was staring at the photo and she quickly took the laptop to change the screen. "Okay well now if you can go through the data here. We compiled a list of inmates that would have been in prison the same time he was and released since," she told him. She placed the laptop back down. "Take your time going through this. We have also narrowed down the lists to Chris and Rex for first names, so it is not too big. Of course we realize neither maybe in it, since we did not get any other hits in CODIS."
He looked at the first page of photos. He thought he remembered Rex saying he spent time with him in prison but if he had he would have been in CODIS. He shook his head, maybe he was just confused, they filled his head with so many things anyways it would not surprise him. After close to a half hour of going through mug shots he pushed away the computer. "I'm not finding either of them," he sighed.
Catherine frowned. "I hate to have you go through this, but do you think you can describe them for a sketch artist? We really want to find these guys."
Greg nodded slowly. "Yeah, I can do that. But can you give me a few hours? I feel exhausted again and need some sleep." He really hated the idea of having to describe these guys but knew they had to be caught in order for him to ever really feel safe again.
"Yeah it will be a couple hours anyways for us to get one over here. So get some rest, honey," Catherine said to him, affectionately. She gave him a kiss on his cheek.
"I will. Thanks." He was glad when they were gone. He didn't want to think about the men who used him so vilely right now. He just wanted the morphine to kick in to get him some decent sleep. The one good thing about the drugs was the nightmares were kept at bay for now.
Nick had gone back to the lab to see what, if any, progress had been made in tracking down Greg's kidnappers. He did a search on Jasper Marks and found that he had been arrested a couple times prior to his arrest that sent him to prison. He had been arrested for battery and breaking and entering when he was younger. He studied the mug shot of Jasper Marks. He was a pretty big guy and decent looking, but he had a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Nick didn't picture him as the kind of guy Greg would ever be interested in, but Greg had dated him in his early twenties, before Nick even knew him. Back then Greg was always a little more adventurous anyway. He was going to have to ask him more about Jasper, even though he knew it would not be comfortable. Maybe he could remember him mentioning a place he might be hiding out or something to find him. There was an APB out on him.
Nick knew the sketch artist was with Greg, trying to get decent descriptions to have an APB on the other two. Unfortunately they only knew their first names and were not even sure that they were the correct names. They could have given Greg false names, but somehow Nick did not think so.
"Nick, how's Greg doing?" He looked up from the computer screen to see Wendy standing next to him.
"Oh, hey Wendy. He's as good as can be expected, I suppose. Have you had any other results come back I should know about?" He asked her.
"All the blood found at the scene was Greg's," she said with sadness in her eyes.
Nick clenched his jaws in anger. "Thanks Wendy." She gave him a sad smile and let him be.
He looked over the fingerprint report they got from the Collar that had been around Greg's neck. Jasper Marks and another unknown's prints, along with Greg's were on it. He pulled the collar out of the evidence box and looked at it. Most of the dried blood was removed from it. He studied it. It had to have been custom made. He had never seen one with little rivets on the inside of the collar. He could only imagine how that had to rub painfully on Greg's neck.
He looked at it more carefully and saw something engraved in it. It was the name of the place it came from. Nick quickly put it down and looked up the name of the business in the database. Vegas Fetish was located on the more seedy side of town. Nick called Catherine and let her know of his find and that he was going to check the place out.
He arrived at Vegas Fetish and had the usual uncomfortable feeling of walking into a place like that. The thing was he knew Greg had a little side to him that was into some bondage in the bedroom. Nick recalled how uncomfortable he was the first time he let Greg put leather handcuffs on him and bind his hands to the headboard. He totally trusted his lover though and was right too. He remembered it being one of the best nights of his life. He had seen a new, exciting side of Greg and from then on occasionally the cuffs and a few other interesting items became part of their sex life.
He walked up to the counter and spoke with the clerk at the counter. The clerk could not have been any older than 25 years old. He wore a black tee that said 'Sex Sells'. Nick smirked before he showed his ID to the clerk. Then he took out a photo of the collar. "Did this come from here? It looks custom made."
The clerk looked at it and after a few seconds told Nick to wait a second. The clerk went in a backroom and then came back with an older man who wore glasses. "Yes, I made this. How can I help you, Mr. Stokes?"
"Do you remember who you sold this to?" Nick asked him. The gentleman seemed to think awhile and studied the photo.
"Yes, I do. It was an odd request, since he wanted one with rivets on the inside collar. He said it was a training collar for his dog, actually I remember he said his 'bitch' which I sort of smirked at. He had cleared his throat and clarified with the dog. I showed him some of my previous ones but he actually produced a drawing of what he wanted," he told him.
"Do you still have that drawing and any information on the guy who ordered it?" Nick asked him quickly, feeling he was maybe onto a good lead.
"If you can wait a moment, I think I still have it in my records." Nick waited impatiently while the man searched through his stuff. He decided to pull out the photo of Jasper Marks and showed it to the clerk in the meanwhile, asking him if he recognized him.
"Yeah, he was in here a few times. He made a few purchases, I think some handcuffs, dildos and anal plugs, stuff like that," the clerk told him.
Nick fumed inside knowing those things were most likely used on Greg. "When was the last time he was in here?"
"Hmm, it's been a few weeks…maybe three weeks."
The older man came back out with a couple sheets of paper. "I have that information you were looking for. His name was Jack Mako." He handed over the papers. "You can keep them, I made copies for my records. We don't need any trouble. Oh and by the way, my name is Richard Smith and I own this place."
Nick smiled at him. "Thank you Mr. Smith. I really appreciate your cooperation with the LVPD. Can I just have you confirm that this man was Jack Mako?" He showed him the photo.
"Yes, I believe that is the same guy, but he had a little bit longer hair and a goatee."
"Did he leave an address by any chance?" Nick asked him.
"No, he didn't. He paid everything with cash, however, he did leave a cell phone number on the drawing there."
"Thanks both of you, you have helped a lot. If he comes in again, please give us a call ASAP and if you can get any information about his whereabouts. He's a suspect in a kidnapping," Nick told them.
"Oh, wow. Okay sure. Timmy here and I will keep our eyes open."
Nick gave him his business card and then walked out. When he got into his Tahoe he looked more closely at the papers Mr. Smith provided. The drawing of the collar had been done in pencil and seemed to have a lot of eraser marks on it. Seemed he kept working on the design until he was satisfied. The phone number stared at him. He decided to try giving it a call. The phone number had been disconnected. He thought so much. So far Jasper Marks seemed to not care too much about being seen but was smart enough not to leave anything that could track him down.
Nick decided to drop the things back at the lab and then drop by to see Greg. He was going to have to talk to him about Jasper. He needed more answers.
Greg really hated describing what his other attackers looked like. It just made him remember more moments that he wanted to forget.
"How does this look?" the female sketch artist asked him. He looked at the drawing of Rex and nodded, feeling a bit nauseous at seeing his face again. He remembered the one time that Rex came down into the basement alone.
"Hey, I've decided I love having you suck my cock so much, I came back today for another blow job," Rex sneered at him. Greg glared at him while backing up as the man approached him. Rex came closer to him and grabbed the chain that connected to the collar around his neck. He yanked on it, causing Greg to feel like he was being strangled. Rex chuckled as he pulled Greg up to his face, using the chain.
"You look like hell but you can still work that mouth of yours," he grinned maliciously. He pushed Greg down to his knees. "Now do what you're supposed to or you know the price you'll pay."
Greg sighed heavily but he knew the beating he would take would only be worse. He already hurt all over the place and didn't think he could take any more abuse at this moment. He gritted his teeth as he saw the tenting of Rex's pants. He unbuttoned Rex's pants and pulled the zipper down. Rex came commando, as always.
Greg closed his eyes before taking him into his mouth. He could not bear to watch the man.
After a few minutes Rex was zipping up his pants, while Greg felt his usual nausea after being forced to swallow. "That was nice. You know, there is this new toy I wanted to try out. I'll be right back," he smirked evilly.
Hearing him say toy made Greg fearful of what was to come. Toys had been used before and some were painful. He heard the footsteps coming back down the stairs and looked to see if he could see what it was. Rex had it hiding behind his back with a big grin on his face. "You're going to love this. Now get on all fours, Bitch!"
Greg cringed but did as he was told. He got on his hands and knees on the mattress. That was the only thing that made it easier on him; it was softer to kneel on than the hard cement floor.
Rex came behind him and he turned around to see what was going to be stuck up his ass. "Look straight ahead. You just get to feel this one, not see it."
Greg did as he was told and lowered his head, feeling that this was going to be bad. They hardly ever prepped him, they just went in.
The next thing he knew he was screaming out in fierce pain as the large object was inserted into his ass. Tears came to his eyes fast as the pain nearly made him pass out. He could scarcely hear the chuckling behind him.
"Yeah, that's him." He said after swallowing hard at seeing the likeness in the sketch. He had already approved the sketch of Chris prior.
"Thanks. I'll get these back to LVPD so we can get these faces out there in the media to see if anyone has seen them. Thank you, Mr. Sanders. I hope you feel better soon," the woman said.
"Thanks, Lisa. Have a good rest of the day," he said in a soft voice. He watched her leave his room and was glad to be alone for a while.
He curled up on his side as he remembered how much he bled after that incident with Rex. Luckily no one came by for a few days, so he could lay curled up, willing the pain to go away. They had left bread and water for him and nothing else. He had not touched it in a couple days until his stomach finally ached so much he could not take it.
Now he still felt pain all over and the catheter reminded him of the injuries he had sustained. He wondered if he would ever heal properly.
"Hey." He looked up, startled by the voice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Nick said. He could see the scared look in his beloved's eyes. He had walked in and noticed he was curled up, tightly on his side. He knew it was a protective position.
Greg's heart was beating fast due to the scare. At first he thought Rex was back until he saw Nick's worried face. "It's okay, just did not expect anyone now," he told him.
Nick sat down and gave him a little smile. "Yeah, well I wanted to talk to you about Jasper, ask you some questions."
Greg shook his head. "Please Nick, not now. I just…I can't think about that right now. I need to talk about anything but me and what happened," he pleaded with him. After having to describe two of the men who put him through hell, he just couldn't deal with thinking anymore about it.
Nick could see the pain in his eyes and couldn't go through with the questioning, even though he really needed answers. "What do you want to talk about then?"
He smiled a little, knowing Nick was doing this for him. "I was gone for four months. What have I missed? What's going on in the world? I have no clue," he said sheepishly.
Nick smiled sadly at him, realizing he had missed so much. "Sure, I can fill you in on what's been going on."
Greg reached out his right hand to Nick. Nick took it and started talking about what had been happening in the world since he was gone.