A/N-I decided to not make you all wait too long for this chapter. This chapter might surprise some of you in what goes on. I am curious to read your reactions. Definitely another hard chapter to read. Let me know what you think. Thanks for all the fabulous reviews so far. You all make me feel really good about the time I took into writing this story.
Greg yawned as he pulled into the driveway of the home he shared with Nick. He had worked an arson case with Sara. Arson cases always took a long time to gather usable evidence. He was glad to be done for the night and able to come home and relax. Plus he had to talk to Nick so they could figure out their plans for Christmas, since it was only a week away. He hoped they would not argue. He was too tired to argue.
He unlocked the door and walked in right away and was surprised that the alarm was not set. He figured Nick turned it off. He sometimes did when he was home alone and trying to sleep. He didn't want the alarm to wake him up when Greg came home. He reset the alarm now that he was home.
As he walked into the house further he heard music coming from the back of the bedroom hallway. He guessed Nick was still awake and perhaps playing on his laptop in his bedroom. He decided to let him know that he was home. He put his keys and his cell phone on the kitchen counter after removing his jacket and tossing it in the front closet.
"Hey Nick, I'm home," he yelled out as he walked towards the bedroom. He could see the door cracked open. He figured since Nick did not respond he was still mad at him. He walked up to his door anyway and pushed it open. His eyes widened in shock and fear at what he saw.
"Welcome home, Greggy. I've missed you so much, so has your boyfriend here," Jasper said as he saw his property enter the room. He waved his gun in front of Nick's face.
Nick's frightened eyes were locked on Greg's. Nick was more scared for Greg than for himself. He was afraid how he would react to seeing the man who tormented him for so long again, knowing he had been right in that he would come back for him.
Greg could feel his heart start racing but he managed to control his fear because he knew Nick was in trouble because of him. He stared at Nick, who couldn't speak due to the tape over his mouth. He saw blood dried up on his face and a bruise forming. Greg studied the situation and saw that it was not a good one. Nick was tied up to the chair hands and feet. He had no chance to free himself. He finally turned his eyes to the man he loathed and feared at the same time, more than anything in the world.
"What do you want, Jasper?" He finally asked him in a shaky voice, noticing he had changed his look, which probably helped him stay unnoticed for the last month and a half.
"Jasper? Oh how quickly you forget. You are to call me Master, my little slave." Greg just sneered at the man in response.
He laughed, "Oh I see some of that fire is back. Perhaps it was good you had some recovery time. It'll be nice to beat you down again into submissiveness. I'm here to take my property back and make you mine forever this time. I will not bring anyone else into it this time. I don't want to lose you due to some weakling like Chris."
"What do you plan on doing with Nick?" Greg asked as he looked to his boyfriend, who was shaking his head to not bother asking about him.
Jasper placed the gun against Nick's temple, causing Greg to gasp. "I'll kill him if you do not cooperate." Jasper saw the fear in Greg's eyes for his boyfriend and knew he had the control again. He was planning on just taking off with Greg but now he thought a bit more taunting was due for show to Nick.
Greg looked back to Jasper. "What do you want from me?"
"Well, for now, I want you to strip off all your clothes. I want to see all the beautiful markings I put on your body to show ownership," Jasper grinned evilly.
Greg paled. "He already has seen them, there is no need for a show," he responded meekly.
"Perhaps, but when I tell you to do something, you are supposed to do it, so strip, bitch!"
Greg looked over to Nick, whose eyes were welling up as he shook his head for Greg to not do it. Jasper witnessed Greg's hesitation and realized he was going to need some motivation. He lowered his gun and aimed it at Nick's arm. He suddenly fired a shot off, hitting Nick in the arm, whose muffled scream could be heard behind the tape.
"Next shot will be to the chest if you do not do as I say, Greggy," Jasper said, this time with a dark tone in his voice.
Greg stood frozen and horrified on the spot as blood dripped from Nick's right arm. It looked to only be a flesh wound but he knew Jasper meant business now. He shook a little as he stared back at Jasper. "Fine, you made your point, just don't hurt him anymore."
"Get on with it then. Take off your clothes." Greg started taking off his shirt first to Jasper's hungry stare. Then he unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. "I see you have gained your weight back. You look good. Now throw your clothes to the corner," Jasper told him. Greg did as he was told. He stood with his briefs still on. "Take it all off, bitch!" Jasper growled.
Nick could see Greg was shaking some as he looked at him with sad eyes before pulling down his underwear. It was killing Nick that he was helpless to help him once again as he was being told what to do by the piece of filth.
Jasper gazed appreciatively over Greg's scared body. "I did some nice work on you. Turn around, let me see my ownership mark."
Greg swallowed hard before turning around. It was taking everything he had to keep from freaking out about being treated this way again. He had to do something. He couldn't let himself be taken again by this freak.
"I'm sure you saw this mark, Nick. JM, my initials seared into his skin right above his sweet little ass, proof that he is mine forever, no matter what." Jasper came closer to Greg to peer at the marking. Greg moved quickly and spun around and punched him in the face. What Greg didn't expect was Jasper's even quicker reaction to his punch. Jasper took his right hand with his gun in it and wacked it across his face, knocking Greg to the ground.
"You little bitch, you think you can fight me," Jasper said and then started kicking Greg in the ribs. Greg felt like he was back in his hell as he felt the pain radiating through his chest from the kicks, old ribs being broken again.
Nick desperately tried to struggle against his binds causing his chair to tip over. Jasper turned around at the noise and laughed as he saw Nick on his side, still bound to the chair. "Stupid fool," Jasper spit." Nick hated seeing Greg beaten again and being unable to do anything for him. He was helpless and tears fell from his eyes as he watched Greg curl up from the pain.
Jasper looked down at Greg's curled up form on the ground. "Get to your knees, bitch." Greg stayed curled up on the ground. He didn't want to move. He just wanted to drift away into a painless world. He suddenly felt his left arm being grabbed roughly. He gasped.
"Get up or I'll break your wrist again," Jasper seethed. Greg knew he meant what he said so he struggled to get to his knees, not too injure his sore body anymore. He was on his knees and looked up at Jasper who finally let go of his arm.
"That's better. Now it's time for your boyfriend to see just how good you are at giving me a blow job. Get to it, bitch," Jasper grinned.
Greg looked over at Nick who was lying on his side, still tied to the chair. Nick shook his head again, not wanting to see Greg degrade himself to save his life.
Jasper was getting impatient. He raised his gun again and pointed it at Nick's head. "Get to it or he's dead."
Greg looked up at Jasper again, hate filling his eyes. "Yes Master," he seethed. Jasper laughed. "See now that is more like it. Now suck, bitch."
Greg took one more look at Nick, his eyes conveying his apology at what he was about to do in front of him. He knew Jasper would shoot him if given the chance. He could never let him kill Nick. He would rather suffer again.
The younger man took a steadying breath that hurt some but it helped him from losing his control over his fear. He couldn't mess up now otherwise it might cause Nick his life. He brought up his hands to Jasper's pants and unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. Jasper never wore underwear, so his hard cock popped out right away.
Nick was shocked at how large he was and felt even worse for Greg, knowing he had so many times had to do this before and now was having to be humiliated right in front of him.
Greg just stared for a moment, not believing this was happening again and worse yet in front of Nick. A slap to his face from Jasper broke him from the thought. "Now," was the command yelled at him.
Greg took a few shallow quick breaths to control his anxiety shaking before he took Jasper into his mouth. He heard the pleasure filled groan from the man he sucked.
Nick had to close his eyes. He couldn't watch him do this, it pained him too much.
"Work that magic mouth of yours, bitch," Jasper groaned as he placed a hand on the back of Greg's head and forced himself all the way in. Greg was use to this and amazingly enough he was able to not nearly choke anymore.
His mind was in overdrive, trying to think of a way out of this. Jasper having a gun was a major problem. If only he could get the gun away from him in some way. Then it came to him. Jasper always became sluggish after his release. If he could somehow knock Jasper to the ground he could try to wrangle the gun from him. His hands were still free. He placed his hands on the back of Jasper's ankles.
"What are you doing?" He heard Jasper ask. He momentarily removed his mouth from his cock to set him at ease. He started running his hands up and down his legs, in a messaging move.
"I'm just trying to please you, Master," he said as he looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
Jasper smiled. "That's a good slave boy. I like it, keep it up."
Nick heard the transaction and couldn't believe it. He wondered if Greg had given up hope so quickly by giving into the sick man's needs. He opened his eyes briefly to see Greg looking up at Jasper, his head being held tight to take in all of Jasper's length and girth and his hands running up and down his legs. He almost wanted to vomit and quickly he closed his eyes again from the sight.
Greg watched Jasper for signs that he was coming close to his release. He had to act quickly to catch him off guard. He would not be his sex slave again, especially for the rest of his life.
All Nick could hear was Jasper's moaning from pleasure, the pleasure his boyfriend was giving him. Just the sounds made him sick. He wondered what he was going to do to Greg after this display. Was he going to fuck him right in front of him too? He didn't think he could handle it. He wanted to kill that bastard for everything he had done to Greg and for this moment. The groaning was becoming more louder, signaling to Nick that he was close to coming. Was he going to make him swallow too? The thought made bile rise in his throat.
Greg knew Jasper was about to come. He knew he was going to have to swallow and he tried not to think about it. His only thought was his plan so he could save Nick and himself. He tried to concentrate on what he was going to have to do after that moment. He hoped it would work. It had to work. He wasn't chained up this time. He had a chance. He refused to be taken again, to go through the constant sexual torture again.
The moment came, Jasper's warm seed released in his throat. He fought the urge to throw up and concentrated on grabbing his ankles. He felt Jasper's stance weaken. He withdrew his mouth from his cock and quickly pulled back, pulling on Jasper's ankles at the same time, causing Jasper to lose his balance and fall on his back.
Greg quickly scrambled on top of Jasper, reaching for the gun that loosened in his grasp. Jasper realized what Greg was trying to do but before he knew it, he was punched in the face. Greg managed to grab the gun and got up to his feet and stood over Jasper.
Nick had heard the commotion and opened his eyes was shocked to see Greg trying to grab the gun from Jasper. He watched as Greg got the gun and stood up over him. The sight seemed unreal. Greg standing naked, holding a gun on Jasper, the man he had just been giving a blow job to.
Jasper looked up at Greg, whose eyes were full of pure hate. "Greg, you don't have the guts to pull the trigger. You never had guts, that's why you will always be a submissive, someone's bitch. Now give that gun to someone who knows how to handle it," Jasper said to him with confidence. He truly believed what he said.
"You're wrong. You're dead wrong," Greg said in an eerily cool voice. He felt that he was in control finally, even though he just finished sucking his dick and was standing there naked.
Nick watched the next few moments play out in what seemed like slow motion before him. Jasper made a quick move to get up and that was when Greg fired the gun but he did not stop with one shot. He kept firing until the 6 cylinder ran out of bullets, but even then Greg's finger kept pulling on the trigger. He looked at Greg who seemed to be in a daze as he kept pulling the trigger. Nick tried yelling at him through the tape over his mouth.
When Greg saw Jasper move towards him he knew he had to end it. He pulled the trigger but then he couldn't stop. He wanted him to never come back, he wanted him dead, to stop haunting him. He just kept picturing the endless days when Jasper beat him and burned him and raped him. It wasn't until he saw the blood pooling around Jasper's body that he realized he had run out of bullets. He put his hands down to his side and dropped the gun. Then suddenly the revulsion of all that happened came back up. He bent over to the side and started vomiting.
Nick looked away as Greg continued to throw up; tears' falling from his eyes at not knowing what was going to happen now.
"Nicky," he heard minutes later and he turned his head and saw a very pale Greg looking at him.
After he stopped throwing up he was taken back to reality and saw Nick still tied up, lying on his side with his arm bleeding. He knelt before him and said his name. Nick looked at him with tears in his eyes. Greg brought his hands up to his face and grabbed an end of the tape. "I'll pull quickly," he warned before pulling the tape off his mouth.
"God, Greg…Untie me," Nick said to him.
Greg started on his legs first and then crawled behind him and untied his hands. Nick stood up and looked at Jasper's bullet ridden body on the floor. Greg sat on the floor, looking at him also. Nick went over and checked Jasper's pulse, knowing he would not find one. He looked back at Greg who had wrapped his arms around himself and was starting to shake.
"He's dead. Put your clothes back on and go into the living room. I'm going to call Brass," Nick said, taking control of the situation. He pulled Greg to his feet. He knew Greg was starting to show signs of going into shock.
"Your arm," Greg said as he pointed to the bleeding. Nick looked down at it. "It's nothing but a flesh wound, Greg. Just get dressed. I'll have them send in the paramedics too." Greg nodded and went over to the corner where he threw his clothes and started putting them on, slowly, still keeping an eye on Jasper's dead body.
Nick went to the nightstand and turned off the stereo that was playing the music and then picked up the phone. Brass answered right away. "Jim, this is Nick. You need to get out here. Jasper Marks broke into our place and well, things happened and now he's dead. Can you let Catherine know too?"
"Is Greg there?" Brass asked.
"Yes, and can you also call for paramedics? We both need to be looked at but it's nothing serious," he told him. He was watching Greg get dressed as he spoke. He could see his shaking getting worse. Brass told him they would be out there as soon as possible.
Nick saw Greg finish getting dressed and look at Jasper eerily again before walking out of the bedroom. Nick sighed. More emotional scarring for his beloved, he was very worried. He looked down at the man who caused so much pain and suffering and only felt sadness that he was finally dead; sadness because of all the more damage he caused Greg. He realized he had to protect Greg from further humiliation. Jasper's pants were still partially down. He managed to maneuver him and pull them back up and zip him up. They didn't have to know about what he made Greg do in front of him. He went into the bathroom and cleaned his hands and grabbed a towel and then wrapped it around his arm to slow the bleeding. He then went into the living room to find Greg.
Greg had his feet up on the sofa, knees almost up to his chest with arms wrapped around them. He was slightly rocking back and forth. He went over and sat next to him. Greg didn't even acknowledge him. "I can say for sure this time, Jasper will never hurt you again," he said to him. Greg nodded his head a little bit but kept on rocking. Nick sighed, wondering if things could ever return to normal now after all this. He buried his face in his hands in weariness and sadness as they waited for Brass and company.