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BTW: Sorry for the delay, I couldn't login into my account, a bit strange since I could read and review without problems... anyway here we go..

Oh and physical torture is starting in this chapter ...

If any man should read this, I do apologize for the image you might get into your mind...

R&R!

Almost forgot, we have a little jump in the timeframe...

Now Enjoy!

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21

Not much happened over the first week on the very 'comfortable' chair he was tied to, spending 23 hours and 50 minutes on it.

The spotlights pointed always to his direction.

They were kind enough to bring him to the toilet twice a day, but probably just because they didn't want to smell the 'end product' either.

One other thing changed daily.

Everyday his new host came be personally to switch the lemon against fresh ones.

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He had lost track of the date, but new he already was 8 or 9 days with the 'kind' Mexican friends when the waiting ended.

The physical torture began very unexpected in the sense of 'how'.

The previous days they had tortured him with the constant light, making sure he would sleep more than ten minutes at once or no food.

The food wasn't a problem he never ate much but the lack of coffee was murder.

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Now he looked up to his new 'friend' who stepped into the light circle with two fresh lemons and a white cotton swab.

Jethro eyed the man in front of him as he put the lemons on the table.

"Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, are you enjoying your staying in this relaxing atmosphere?"

A cocky smile appeared on Jethro's face.

"Yes, it is beautiful, I needed a vacation badly, the constant contact with dirt bags, such as you are one, has worn me out lately."

The man opposite Gibbs laughed before he became deadly serious again.

"I will make sure you get the rest you need, therefore you're going to sleep now for a little while."

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I thought I could smell chloroform…

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Jethro didn't bother to fight against the man in front of him there was no use and he welcomed the darkness around him, knowing that it was 'the silence before the storm'.

Right he was.

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He woke up through a wave of pain at the area of his groin. When he opened his eyes Gibbs realized he had lost his pants and boxers. Seconds later he saw the fine scratches on his penis.

He elevated his head a few inches till his eyes came in contact with a half lemon in the hand of 'drug lord' of the week.

He watched him squeeze the lemon.

Jethro's eyes fixed on the little drop that formed itself on the edge of the lemon skin.

It was almost like the time was switched to slow-motion while the drop slowly became too heavy to stay at the edge and fell down towards the exposed and scratched skin of his member.

That's a new one

He gritted his teeth while drop after drop followed the previous one to the destination.

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I do apologize, I love Gibbs and I hate to have to torture him, honest!

TBC...

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