Tangled 6/? (Steve/Danny, NC17, OC's)
Title - Tangled
Characters - Danny/Steve, Kono, Chin, OC's (Rick Steadman, Kau'i Keahi, John Dawson, Michael Petersen)
Rating - NC17
Warnings - BDSM, established Dom/sub relationships, torture, abuse, dark themes, slash
Summary - A case hits close to home as the team work to track down an attacker who has a personal vendetta against Richard Steadman.
A/N - Sequel to - 'Wear No Disguise'.
Chapters - One : Two : Three : Four : Five : Six :Seven : Eight : Nine
~
previously -
"Where are you going?" Michael asked with a possesive look in his eye. "I came home early because I want to spend the afternoon with you."
"I've got to make those calls for Rick," John informed him. "It won't take long."
"Okay, but be quick sweetheart," Michael said as John picked up his cell. "We've our own business to attend too."
~
When Rick arrived back at the hospital, Steve and Danny were waiting for him.
"We need to get a statement from Kau," Danny explained. "He said he'd like you to be present while he tells us what happened."
"All right," Rick nodded, feeling a little sick at the idea of hearing Kau'i side of the story. But he needed to be strong for him.
.
Danny put a hand on his shoulder. "We'll take it easy."
Kau'i was sitting up when they entered his room, looking tired and washed out. But he gave a small smile as they arrived, Rick going to sit by him as Danny and Steve hovered by the bed.
"We'll go slow okay," Danny assured him. "Just start from the beginning. We can stop and start as you need."
"Okay," Kau'i nodded in agreement. He tried to think as a lawyer, when he took on a high profile case and he needed a client to tell him their story, despite how difficult and painful it could. Just a bit at a time, that's all he needed to do, slowly and methodically. He dragged in a breath and felt fingers grasp tightly onto his, glancing to his side he found Rick giving him a look of encouragement. "I've just finished fighting a high profile case in court, it's been a stressful couple of weeks. But I was ahead of myself with what paperwork there was to do to finish off and decided to take a half day, spend some time with Rick. We haven't spent that much time together because of our workloads, so I figured take the chance while we could."
He paused but nobody spoke, his audience patient as he explained himself.
"I knew Rick and John were having a late lunch and sorting out business," Kau'i continued. "So I said I'd see Rick at home. I got to the house at about eleven thirty but there was no-one home. I made a coffee, checked my post before going upstairs."
He looked at Rick, giving a grim smile. "I was going to shower and wait for Rick to arrive."
Rick squeezed his fingers again, inwardly berating himself for not being there. He and John could have stayed at the house to sort business but they'd decided to go out for lunch. He hadn't expected Kau'i home so soon or he would have waited. Why hadn't he waited?
"What happened next Kau?" Danny prompted as Kau'i paused again, thinking back over the nightmare that had begun.
"I was in the bedroom, undressing," Kau continued. "He was already waiting in there for me."
"Did he talk to you?" Steve asked him.
"He took me by surprise, came up behind me," Kau'i explained. "He had a gun, he pressed it against my neck and told me not to turn around. I tried to get a glimpse of him in the mirror but he was at an angle and I couldn't get a look. He told me to keep undressing. I asked him what he wanted, I thought he wanted money or something but he just dug the gun into my neck and told me to undress or he'd shoot me. I did as he said. When I'd stripped down he tied my hands behind my back and blindfolded me."
"Did you consider fighting back at any time?" Steve asked, Danny glanced over to him with a raised brow. It seemed a cold thing to say considering Kau'i's story so far.
"I considered it, but he had a gun against my head," Kau'i replied with slight indignation, looking up at him.
"But you considered it," Rick assured him. He knew why Steve asked, because it reminded Kau'i that though he'd complied to David's demands, he had done it under duress.
Kau'i looked back at him and gave a small nod, licking his lips, his mouth had gone dry and his throat felt tight. He turned and reached for his water, Rick following the movement and passing it to him, their fingers brushing where they connected. Kau'i drank back a mouthful before sucking in another deep breath.
"Did he do or say anything to you in the bedroom or did he take you straight to the cells?" Danny asked to keep him going.
"We went straight to the cells," Kau'i nodded. "He put a hand on my shoulder, he was wearing leather gloves I think. He still had the gun pressed against me as well. We went slow because I couldn't see obviously but eventually we reached the room."
"And was he talking to you as you went? Did you speak to him?" Danny asked, curious as to David's motivations.
"No, he only spoke to give orders, like putting my hands behind me, making me walk. But up until the cell he didn't say anything else," Kau'i shook his head.
"And in the cell?" Steve asked.
"I just had a feeling things were going to get bad," Kau'i said shakily. "So I tried talking to him. Like I thought I could persuade him out of whatever he had planned. He hit me on the head with the gun, not too heavily, but enough to shut me up when he told me to, it left me a little dazed. He undid my hands and turned me around, I tried to struggle with him then, briefly. But the hit had left me dizzy and he just grabbed me by the hair, held the gun to my face and told me to behave."
Kau'i paused and looked at Rick with a desperation in his eyes and the words caught in his throat, "I didn't know what else to do so I did."
Rick reached over and brushed a thumb gently over his cheek in an effort to comfort him. There was silence as Kau stopped again, took another drink as he remembered what had happened in the cell, continuing his story.
...
The fingers tightened into his hair, so tight it made his eyes water behind the blindfold. Tears seeping through his closed lids and were soaked up by the thick material. The metal of the gun pressed against his cheek, stroking with a dangerous pressure.
"Now, are you going to behave boy?" the man asked him.
"Yes," Kau'i replied weakly, desperately thinking of how to escape.
He was dragged by the hair sideways, finding himself pressed against cold wood.
"Sit," his attacker ordered and he struggled to comply.
Once sitting he was pushed to lie down. His mind raced as he realised he was on a cross rack, hands moving him to stretch out his arms and legs.
'Fuck,' he thought, panic rising in him. 'Fuck, shit, shit.'
Cuffs wrapped around his wrists and he groaned out in the haze of pain as a headache pounded around his head from where he'd been struck.
"Please," he whispered, unsure where this was going but certain things would get much worse. "Please don't do this."
A gloved hand slapped his face, forcing his head to the side as he was silenced, making him feel dizzy.
"Did I give you permission to speak boy?" the man asked him, calm and collected. "Another word and you'll be gagged with the muzzle of the gun."
Kau'i licked his lip, it had split from the slap and the taste of copper filled his mouth from the blood. He remained silent and tense, straps securely wrapping around his upper arms to keep him in place. His legs were also restrained and the thick, heavy brace wrapped over his neck, then suddenly he was moving, the rack swung upwards easily on it's axis. His head spun and he felt bile in his throat which he swallowed down as he listened to the grind of metal as the locks were set on the hinges to keep the rack upright.
"Well now pet, look at you," the man said and Kau'i wanted so very much to wrench himself from the aparatus and pound his fists into his face. "A perfect canvas for me to decorate. He must love playing with you."
A gloved caress touched his neck, travelling directly down over his chest and stomach to his cock. Kau'i struggled but he was held too tight by the bondage and his struggle was in vain.
"Yes pet, struggle," his attacker teased. "You look so pretty. You're going to struggle for me, resist me. You're going to writhe and moan and cry and break. Will you do that for me?"
Kau'i pressed his lips together, he needed to stay strong for this. Rick and John would be home soon, they'd find him. He just needed to wait for them, Rick would make this all go away. Fingers wrapped around his cock and he tensed, groaning as they tightened, painfully squeezing before they grabbed his balls and pulled hard. He opened his mouth and gasped in pain when it became too much.
"I asked you a question boy," he was told. "Answer me."
Kau'i stuck out his chin to the fucker, rested his head back and resisted as much as he could between the pain and aches, in his head, in his groin. "Fuck you."
He earned himself another slap for the reply, but at least the guy had stopped torturing his cock.
"Perhaps later," his abuser said after a moment. "But first punishment for your behaviour. Such bad manners and a potty mouth on a boy. Your Master has failed to keep you in check I can see. We'll rectify that quick enough."
He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, still feeling dizzy and sickly from the hit on the head and the swinging of the rack. He tested his bonds again carefuly but the rack was designed to immobilise. He felt a sinking feeling in the deep of his stomach, they were in the S&M room, he knew it. One equipped with plenty of instruments. It was rarely used because Rick was so strict with his rules, keen to ensure safety was priority. The only times Kau'i ever entered it was when Rick had asked him on occasion to check the medical kits kept in the rooms.
He strained his ears, hearing movement, the clinking of metal, a door being opened. He could do nothing but wait and hope Rick and John would come home soon, and when they did, that they'd come looking for him. Nobody knew he was home yet, fuck what if they didn't find him?
A blow to his stomach forcibly drew the breath from his body as he gasped in pain. It wasn't as if he hadn't been flogged before but the tails of this particular whip burned into his skin. He choked on a groan of pain and they landed again, a few stray tails lashing over his cock also. He writhed in his bonds, desperate to free himself and the tails licked at his skin once more.
....
"Sshh, all right baby," Rick held him close as he sucked in deep breaths, suddenly overwhelmed by the memory. He twisted his fingers into Rick's shirt, holding on like he was an anchor. It was over now, it was all over, but it had happened. He could still feel the sting of the whip on his skin, David's enjoyment as he laughed at his struggles, urging him on in his desperation to free himself.
"Okay Kau, we'll stop for now," Danny assured him, putting a hand on Rick's shoulder to get his attention. "We'll give you two a few minutes."
He turned to find Steve staring at Kau'i being cradled in Rick's arms as he calmed him. Danny was finding it hard to read his partner and his reactions to the case. Sometimes these things came too close to home. Danny ushered him out of the room and Steve stalked ahead of him to the waiting lounge, throwing himself into a chair. Danny sat by him silently.
"Want to talk about it?" Danny asked after a long pause.
"About what?" Steve shot back at him. "Kau'i was tied to a rack, tortured and left to wait for someone to find him for who knows how fucking long. And all we have to go on is a face, a name. We're coming up empty here, this guy has dissappeared without a trace and there's nothing we can fucking do about it Danny."
"Steve," Danny tried to calm him, a hand on his arm but Steve pulled abruptly away, pushing to his feet.
"I'm gonna call Chin, see if he has anything for us," Steve shot back coldly, not waiting for a reply before he walked away.
Danny sat silently, watching nurses and doctors milling through the corridors, patients wandering as they stretched their legs, seeking out something to break the boredom. He waited for some time for Steve to return, mind whirring over what Kau had told them so far, feeling guilty for making him relive what had happened. It was neccessary to get the facts right, the story straight, especially when they did find David. And they would find him, Danny swore to himself they would, not only as a cop but as a friend. He knew it was dangeorus to let it become personal, but they were too deep into it now.
~
Steve looked down at his phone blankly. He'd said he was going to call Chin but instead he strolled out of the main doors and breathed in fresh air. He cleared the entrance and leaned against a nearby wall, taking in the activity of people coming to and fro, visitors, patients, doctors and nurses. They'd gotten a lead on the car David had used via the security footage of the gas station, but the thread had quickly broken when they tracked it to a rental garage on the other side of the city. He'd only had it a few days, paid in cash and that had been before the attack. That was the last he'd been seen via security footage until he'd turned up at Rick's.
It merely backed up the theory that he wasn't working alone. He'd been staying with someone whilst waiting for his chance to carry out whatever this attack was about. Revenge? Justice? Some morbid, unsavory obsession with Rick? Now they were trying to go backwards, follow a trail to wherever he'd been the last few years. Only his name didn't show up on any records, once he'd left as Rick said he had, he seemed to dissappear without a trace. Sold his car, closed up the house and gone within days never to be heard of again. The guy was a phantom, haunting his ex after some time of non existence.
It didn't make much sense. Why now? Furthermore, simply why? That was what frustrated Steve the most, not knowing or understanding David's motivation. He could in someway understand if David was a jilted lover, but he had instigated the break up of the relationship. He couldn't quite get behind Danny's jealousy theory - was this all connected to David being Rick's sub? Did the ties really run that deep between a Dom and sub, even after so long and with so much hurt?
Although he was becoming more and more comfortable with their relationship as Dominant and submissive, Steve was still exploring the feelings and emotions that evolved from such a relationship. He could be jealous of Danny, but that was natural between lovers. And yes, he admitted, as a sub, he could become jealous if, when at a party, Danny gave someone his mild attention just to be friendly. That jealousy could be strong, but he couldn't believe it was a driving force for David's motivations in attacking Kau'i as he had.
Steve thought over his relationship with Danny, they'd taken things slow but it had felt so natural to explore his submissive side with Danny, something he'd not dared do with anyone else. Not really. His experiences with Rick had been different, more a 'business' matter than a relationship. But this situation with Kau'i, the hurt and pain that could be inflicted because of the scene, seeing Kau'i trussed up and tortured with instruments designed to maximise a persons pleasures within a controlled environment. That had him asking questions about that side of him that he'd eagerly been exploring with Danny. For the moment, he found himself putting up a barrier to his submission, maybe after the case was wrapped up he'd deal with things, but until then, he just couldn't bring himself to indulge that part of him. He just hoped Danny would understand.
~
Danny watched Steve walk back along the corridor towards him and stood, searching his face. Steve looked back cooly, nodding his head towards Kau'i's room.
"We should go back in," Steve said, pausing before he got too near.
Danny merely nodded. They always tried to keep their work and private life seperate and at work, Steve was the one who gave the orders. Danny sensed Steve needed the control right now and told himself that whatever was going on personally, they'd deal with it at an appropriate time. But right now, Steve was in work mode and Danny followed accordingly.
Steve tapped on the door lightly before going in, Kau'i and Rick sat quietly and Kau'i smiled bravely seeing the two of them.
"You okay?" Steve asked nearing the bed. "Think you can continue?"
Kau'i gave a shaky nod, holding tight to Rick's hand. Danny leaned on the wall by the door as Steve sat by the bed opposite Rick.
"I don't know how many times he flogged me," Kau'i shrugged, picking up where he'd left off. "Got to the point where it didn't sting anymore because it was just constant pain. I struggled at first, I cried out because of it and then I just - I couldn't escape from it, I just gave up trying. When it was over it felt like my stomach was on fire, it wasn't so much painful as it was aching and bright heat everywhere."
Kau'i paused and gave a wry smile, a hollow laugh. "You know the way your ass feels after a damn severe spanking."
Nobody replied and Steve refused to let his thoughts wander to the idea, fought down the memories of such knowing. He pushed aside the voice in his head saying 'four days ago, over Danny's knee in the bedroom' - he couldn't remember the reason now. Usually the after effects would last a while, at least mentally but right now, things that had happened naturally four days ago, seemed removed and strange. He felt disconnected from that side of himself that was usually so easy to slip into these days.
"What happened next?" he asked, moving the subject along. He tried for gentle coaxing and hoped he didn't sound as cold as he was beginning to feel. Like when he'd carried out missions with the SEAL's, focused and driven, don't let anything or anyone slow you down or hold you back from doing your job.
"He put the clamps on and the cock ring," Kau'i replied slowly. "With the chains. He made sure the clamps were tight before he even began adding the weights."
"Did he touch you? Try and get you aroused?" Danny asked from accross the room, as carefully and respectfully as he could. He noted Rick's shoulders tensing at the question and was relieved when Kau'i shook his head.
"No, aside from that first time and then putting the cock ring on me, he didn't try anything like that," Kau'i said. "Not until -."
"Not until what?" Steve said from beside him quickly and Kau'i flinched at the memory.
"Steve, give him a minute," Danny warned.
Steve nodded in apology, a flicker of eyes over to Danny who was watching him calmly, giving him space.
"He used the knife on me before he did anything else," Kau'i told them. "It's weird because it didn't really hurt, not really. At first I didn't know what he was doing, but some of the cuts he made a little deeper, they stung the most but the lashes had hurt more. Maybe it was because my body was already in pain at the time, it didn't really react to what he was doing. I guess I figured they weren't that bad because I couldn't feel much blood. I mean, I'd have felt it right? I'd have felt the blood trickling."
Kau'i looked at Rick with wide eyes as he asked, so many silent questions that he didn't ask. Like why hadn't Rick come home eariler? Why had David attacked him like he had? What if the knife had slipped? What if David had just kept cutting and cutting and cutting? Rick looked morbidly back at him, wishing he could erase the memories and the entire experience. Rick gave a small nod of his head as if it answer him, hoping it would give Kau'i some peace of mind.
"Then he began hanging the weights," Kau'i continued, giving a small shiver. "I could handle it all at first but he just kept putting on more, the clamps got tighter, felt like they were going to rip off. I was begging him by then, I'm not sure how long but I kept asking him to stop. Just hoped he'd stop because it was beginning to hurt, a weird kind of pain, like it was everywhere."
...
"Please, please." His throat was dry and he swallowed hard, trying to get the saliva flowing. It felt like pain had enveloped him, a blanket surrounding his entire being.
A hand pressed at his chin and he grimaced, made a choking sound, desperate and frightened.
"Open up," the voice told him. A voice too calm and focused. Kau'i honestly thought he was going to carry out the threat of gagging him with the gun and shook in fear within his bonds. A soft, rubbery surface touched his lips and he left out a gasp of relief, it was a dildo or probe, maybe even a cock gag, but not metal muzzle. Of that he was grateful. "Suck it, if you want to make things easier for yourself pet."
'Fuck,' Kau'i groaned inwardly. The fucker was going to use it on him. He concentrated on trying to slick the dildo as much as he could, uncaring how it looked, desperate to make things easier. As he shifted his head the weights moved and rocked, causing him to groan in pain, sounds gurgling past the rubber filling his mouth.
It was slipped from his mouth quickly, a trail of saliva smacking his lips and against his chin. He pulled in deep breaths, tried to relax and breathe. There was a beat of silence before gloved fingers rested at his hip and the rounded head of the dildo pressed against his ass. He tried, tried so hard to relax but the entire situation made it difficult. He could feel it pressing relentlessly and struggled, setting the weights rocking and the chains pulling as he whimpered in response.
"Come on, open up for me," his torturer coaxed.
He let out a helpless cry, grinding his teeth, swore to kill the fucker under his breath. But it didn't stop the nightmare and he felt the probe opening him up.
"Good boy, you know you want it," he was told.
'No, no,' Kau'i told himself. 'No I don't. No please no'
He was suddenly reminded of being a boy. His sister, much older than him had been babysitting and was watching some old monster 'b' movie. Of course it hadn't been that scary, to a fifteen year old, but to an eight year old it had been terrifying. He began to believe the monsters lived in his closet or under his bed and his mother had told him to just close his eyes and will them away with his mind. Because in your mind you could fight every night terror, in your daydreams you could be a superhero with every power imaginable.
Only he wasn't eight any more. He was thirty two and alone and tied to rack as some fucker tortured him and forced a probe into his ass. He began to cry as the probe slid in, aided along by the slight slick he'd been able to put on it. He squeezed his eyes shut behind the blackness of his blindfold but it didn't stop the tears, soaking the material and seeping out and down his cheeks. The taste of salt hit his tongue as he begged for it to end.
A thumb brushed over his lips, trailing against the tears.
"Please, please stop, no more, please," Kau'i begged between ragged, hiccuping breaths.
"Nearly done pet," he was assured, a sharp slap on his face to keep him focused.
Fingers brushed from his ass, now filled with the dildo and his cock, encased in the cock ring and pulled at by weights. He jerked as pincer like pain suddenly clamped into the sensitive skin between ass and cock, then another and another, pulling down, down, down. He didn't recognise his own groans of pain, though they filled the room, surrounding him. Tears still soaked his skin and his body shook involuntarily as he tried to assimilate the pain as best he could.
"Perfect," the man informed him.
There was silence again and nothing happened. Kau'i wondered if he was losing conciousness, drifting or floating on the pain. He whimpered and flinched as fingers brushed over his face again before the blindfold was removed. He winced, opening his eyes, vision hazy and blurred with tears. He looked to his side, a shadow walking out the door. He looked forward, desperate for a glimpse of his torturer but the light was muted and the shadow dissappeared before him out of sight.
He stared, desperate and fearful. What if they came back? Was this the end or did they plan more? He waited, for what seemed like forever, staring out of the window, waiting but the shadow stayed hidden. Kau'i felt his blood pounding, glanced down, tried to look at himself but the brace stayed solid around his neck and prevented his movement. Again he glanced at the window, expecting his torturer to return but still no-one.
Finally, achingly, he gave voice to his fear and his pain.
~
David watched from the shadows, listened to the disembodied voice of the pet tied to the rack. Watched him cry out, desperate and painful, with no-one to hear him. He leaned against the wall and smiled, a final glimpse at the canvas he'd decorated especially for his former Master. A gift for Richard. David had been surprised at Richard's choice. This sub was so oridinary, pretty yes, but not so very striking. He seemed delicate, which he supposed appealed to Rick's Dominant side, taking care of a little weakling. David sneered at the idea, Rick had become soft. He'd been a strong submissive, given Rick something to sink his dominating teeth into.
For all that he'd become afraid, David had come to learn the darkness would always be a part of him. He'd ran away because he blamed RIchard, blamed him for making him different, part of the freak show, it was too late when he realised it was always going to be part of him. That it was better to let the darkness out to play. His new Master understood. His Master should be here to see the gift he'd created, the pet all broken and waiting. When Richard saw him he'd break too - David wanted to see it. Wanted to see him broken like he'd broke him all those years ago. In a perfect scenario David would be there, to show his former Master how much better a submissive he was now. How much he could tolerate and crave and please and pleasure. Not a perfect pet but not far from it.
He took a final glance at the man strapped to the rack, crying with pain, his moans haunting the empty cells. With a sigh he skulked away to make his escape, to return to his Master and tell him of his success.
Characters - Danny/Steve, Kono, Chin, OC's (Rick Steadman, Kau'i Keahi, John Dawson, Michael Petersen)
Rating - NC17
Warnings - BDSM, established Dom/sub relationships, torture, abuse, dark themes, slash
Summary - A case hits close to home as the team work to track down an attacker who has a personal vendetta against Richard Steadman.
A/N - Sequel to - 'Wear No Disguise'.
Chapters - One : Two : Three : Four : Five : Six :Seven : Eight : Nine
~
previously -
"Where are you going?" Michael asked with a possesive look in his eye. "I came home early because I want to spend the afternoon with you."
"I've got to make those calls for Rick," John informed him. "It won't take long."
"Okay, but be quick sweetheart," Michael said as John picked up his cell. "We've our own business to attend too."
~
When Rick arrived back at the hospital, Steve and Danny were waiting for him.
"We need to get a statement from Kau," Danny explained. "He said he'd like you to be present while he tells us what happened."
"All right," Rick nodded, feeling a little sick at the idea of hearing Kau'i side of the story. But he needed to be strong for him.
.
Danny put a hand on his shoulder. "We'll take it easy."
Kau'i was sitting up when they entered his room, looking tired and washed out. But he gave a small smile as they arrived, Rick going to sit by him as Danny and Steve hovered by the bed.
"We'll go slow okay," Danny assured him. "Just start from the beginning. We can stop and start as you need."
"Okay," Kau'i nodded in agreement. He tried to think as a lawyer, when he took on a high profile case and he needed a client to tell him their story, despite how difficult and painful it could. Just a bit at a time, that's all he needed to do, slowly and methodically. He dragged in a breath and felt fingers grasp tightly onto his, glancing to his side he found Rick giving him a look of encouragement. "I've just finished fighting a high profile case in court, it's been a stressful couple of weeks. But I was ahead of myself with what paperwork there was to do to finish off and decided to take a half day, spend some time with Rick. We haven't spent that much time together because of our workloads, so I figured take the chance while we could."
He paused but nobody spoke, his audience patient as he explained himself.
"I knew Rick and John were having a late lunch and sorting out business," Kau'i continued. "So I said I'd see Rick at home. I got to the house at about eleven thirty but there was no-one home. I made a coffee, checked my post before going upstairs."
He looked at Rick, giving a grim smile. "I was going to shower and wait for Rick to arrive."
Rick squeezed his fingers again, inwardly berating himself for not being there. He and John could have stayed at the house to sort business but they'd decided to go out for lunch. He hadn't expected Kau'i home so soon or he would have waited. Why hadn't he waited?
"What happened next Kau?" Danny prompted as Kau'i paused again, thinking back over the nightmare that had begun.
"I was in the bedroom, undressing," Kau continued. "He was already waiting in there for me."
"Did he talk to you?" Steve asked him.
"He took me by surprise, came up behind me," Kau'i explained. "He had a gun, he pressed it against my neck and told me not to turn around. I tried to get a glimpse of him in the mirror but he was at an angle and I couldn't get a look. He told me to keep undressing. I asked him what he wanted, I thought he wanted money or something but he just dug the gun into my neck and told me to undress or he'd shoot me. I did as he said. When I'd stripped down he tied my hands behind my back and blindfolded me."
"Did you consider fighting back at any time?" Steve asked, Danny glanced over to him with a raised brow. It seemed a cold thing to say considering Kau'i's story so far.
"I considered it, but he had a gun against my head," Kau'i replied with slight indignation, looking up at him.
"But you considered it," Rick assured him. He knew why Steve asked, because it reminded Kau'i that though he'd complied to David's demands, he had done it under duress.
Kau'i looked back at him and gave a small nod, licking his lips, his mouth had gone dry and his throat felt tight. He turned and reached for his water, Rick following the movement and passing it to him, their fingers brushing where they connected. Kau'i drank back a mouthful before sucking in another deep breath.
"Did he do or say anything to you in the bedroom or did he take you straight to the cells?" Danny asked to keep him going.
"We went straight to the cells," Kau'i nodded. "He put a hand on my shoulder, he was wearing leather gloves I think. He still had the gun pressed against me as well. We went slow because I couldn't see obviously but eventually we reached the room."
"And was he talking to you as you went? Did you speak to him?" Danny asked, curious as to David's motivations.
"No, he only spoke to give orders, like putting my hands behind me, making me walk. But up until the cell he didn't say anything else," Kau'i shook his head.
"And in the cell?" Steve asked.
"I just had a feeling things were going to get bad," Kau'i said shakily. "So I tried talking to him. Like I thought I could persuade him out of whatever he had planned. He hit me on the head with the gun, not too heavily, but enough to shut me up when he told me to, it left me a little dazed. He undid my hands and turned me around, I tried to struggle with him then, briefly. But the hit had left me dizzy and he just grabbed me by the hair, held the gun to my face and told me to behave."
Kau'i paused and looked at Rick with a desperation in his eyes and the words caught in his throat, "I didn't know what else to do so I did."
Rick reached over and brushed a thumb gently over his cheek in an effort to comfort him. There was silence as Kau stopped again, took another drink as he remembered what had happened in the cell, continuing his story.
...
The fingers tightened into his hair, so tight it made his eyes water behind the blindfold. Tears seeping through his closed lids and were soaked up by the thick material. The metal of the gun pressed against his cheek, stroking with a dangerous pressure.
"Now, are you going to behave boy?" the man asked him.
"Yes," Kau'i replied weakly, desperately thinking of how to escape.
He was dragged by the hair sideways, finding himself pressed against cold wood.
"Sit," his attacker ordered and he struggled to comply.
Once sitting he was pushed to lie down. His mind raced as he realised he was on a cross rack, hands moving him to stretch out his arms and legs.
'Fuck,' he thought, panic rising in him. 'Fuck, shit, shit.'
Cuffs wrapped around his wrists and he groaned out in the haze of pain as a headache pounded around his head from where he'd been struck.
"Please," he whispered, unsure where this was going but certain things would get much worse. "Please don't do this."
A gloved hand slapped his face, forcing his head to the side as he was silenced, making him feel dizzy.
"Did I give you permission to speak boy?" the man asked him, calm and collected. "Another word and you'll be gagged with the muzzle of the gun."
Kau'i licked his lip, it had split from the slap and the taste of copper filled his mouth from the blood. He remained silent and tense, straps securely wrapping around his upper arms to keep him in place. His legs were also restrained and the thick, heavy brace wrapped over his neck, then suddenly he was moving, the rack swung upwards easily on it's axis. His head spun and he felt bile in his throat which he swallowed down as he listened to the grind of metal as the locks were set on the hinges to keep the rack upright.
"Well now pet, look at you," the man said and Kau'i wanted so very much to wrench himself from the aparatus and pound his fists into his face. "A perfect canvas for me to decorate. He must love playing with you."
A gloved caress touched his neck, travelling directly down over his chest and stomach to his cock. Kau'i struggled but he was held too tight by the bondage and his struggle was in vain.
"Yes pet, struggle," his attacker teased. "You look so pretty. You're going to struggle for me, resist me. You're going to writhe and moan and cry and break. Will you do that for me?"
Kau'i pressed his lips together, he needed to stay strong for this. Rick and John would be home soon, they'd find him. He just needed to wait for them, Rick would make this all go away. Fingers wrapped around his cock and he tensed, groaning as they tightened, painfully squeezing before they grabbed his balls and pulled hard. He opened his mouth and gasped in pain when it became too much.
"I asked you a question boy," he was told. "Answer me."
Kau'i stuck out his chin to the fucker, rested his head back and resisted as much as he could between the pain and aches, in his head, in his groin. "Fuck you."
He earned himself another slap for the reply, but at least the guy had stopped torturing his cock.
"Perhaps later," his abuser said after a moment. "But first punishment for your behaviour. Such bad manners and a potty mouth on a boy. Your Master has failed to keep you in check I can see. We'll rectify that quick enough."
He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, still feeling dizzy and sickly from the hit on the head and the swinging of the rack. He tested his bonds again carefuly but the rack was designed to immobilise. He felt a sinking feeling in the deep of his stomach, they were in the S&M room, he knew it. One equipped with plenty of instruments. It was rarely used because Rick was so strict with his rules, keen to ensure safety was priority. The only times Kau'i ever entered it was when Rick had asked him on occasion to check the medical kits kept in the rooms.
He strained his ears, hearing movement, the clinking of metal, a door being opened. He could do nothing but wait and hope Rick and John would come home soon, and when they did, that they'd come looking for him. Nobody knew he was home yet, fuck what if they didn't find him?
A blow to his stomach forcibly drew the breath from his body as he gasped in pain. It wasn't as if he hadn't been flogged before but the tails of this particular whip burned into his skin. He choked on a groan of pain and they landed again, a few stray tails lashing over his cock also. He writhed in his bonds, desperate to free himself and the tails licked at his skin once more.
....
"Sshh, all right baby," Rick held him close as he sucked in deep breaths, suddenly overwhelmed by the memory. He twisted his fingers into Rick's shirt, holding on like he was an anchor. It was over now, it was all over, but it had happened. He could still feel the sting of the whip on his skin, David's enjoyment as he laughed at his struggles, urging him on in his desperation to free himself.
"Okay Kau, we'll stop for now," Danny assured him, putting a hand on Rick's shoulder to get his attention. "We'll give you two a few minutes."
He turned to find Steve staring at Kau'i being cradled in Rick's arms as he calmed him. Danny was finding it hard to read his partner and his reactions to the case. Sometimes these things came too close to home. Danny ushered him out of the room and Steve stalked ahead of him to the waiting lounge, throwing himself into a chair. Danny sat by him silently.
"Want to talk about it?" Danny asked after a long pause.
"About what?" Steve shot back at him. "Kau'i was tied to a rack, tortured and left to wait for someone to find him for who knows how fucking long. And all we have to go on is a face, a name. We're coming up empty here, this guy has dissappeared without a trace and there's nothing we can fucking do about it Danny."
"Steve," Danny tried to calm him, a hand on his arm but Steve pulled abruptly away, pushing to his feet.
"I'm gonna call Chin, see if he has anything for us," Steve shot back coldly, not waiting for a reply before he walked away.
Danny sat silently, watching nurses and doctors milling through the corridors, patients wandering as they stretched their legs, seeking out something to break the boredom. He waited for some time for Steve to return, mind whirring over what Kau had told them so far, feeling guilty for making him relive what had happened. It was neccessary to get the facts right, the story straight, especially when they did find David. And they would find him, Danny swore to himself they would, not only as a cop but as a friend. He knew it was dangeorus to let it become personal, but they were too deep into it now.
~
Steve looked down at his phone blankly. He'd said he was going to call Chin but instead he strolled out of the main doors and breathed in fresh air. He cleared the entrance and leaned against a nearby wall, taking in the activity of people coming to and fro, visitors, patients, doctors and nurses. They'd gotten a lead on the car David had used via the security footage of the gas station, but the thread had quickly broken when they tracked it to a rental garage on the other side of the city. He'd only had it a few days, paid in cash and that had been before the attack. That was the last he'd been seen via security footage until he'd turned up at Rick's.
It merely backed up the theory that he wasn't working alone. He'd been staying with someone whilst waiting for his chance to carry out whatever this attack was about. Revenge? Justice? Some morbid, unsavory obsession with Rick? Now they were trying to go backwards, follow a trail to wherever he'd been the last few years. Only his name didn't show up on any records, once he'd left as Rick said he had, he seemed to dissappear without a trace. Sold his car, closed up the house and gone within days never to be heard of again. The guy was a phantom, haunting his ex after some time of non existence.
It didn't make much sense. Why now? Furthermore, simply why? That was what frustrated Steve the most, not knowing or understanding David's motivation. He could in someway understand if David was a jilted lover, but he had instigated the break up of the relationship. He couldn't quite get behind Danny's jealousy theory - was this all connected to David being Rick's sub? Did the ties really run that deep between a Dom and sub, even after so long and with so much hurt?
Although he was becoming more and more comfortable with their relationship as Dominant and submissive, Steve was still exploring the feelings and emotions that evolved from such a relationship. He could be jealous of Danny, but that was natural between lovers. And yes, he admitted, as a sub, he could become jealous if, when at a party, Danny gave someone his mild attention just to be friendly. That jealousy could be strong, but he couldn't believe it was a driving force for David's motivations in attacking Kau'i as he had.
Steve thought over his relationship with Danny, they'd taken things slow but it had felt so natural to explore his submissive side with Danny, something he'd not dared do with anyone else. Not really. His experiences with Rick had been different, more a 'business' matter than a relationship. But this situation with Kau'i, the hurt and pain that could be inflicted because of the scene, seeing Kau'i trussed up and tortured with instruments designed to maximise a persons pleasures within a controlled environment. That had him asking questions about that side of him that he'd eagerly been exploring with Danny. For the moment, he found himself putting up a barrier to his submission, maybe after the case was wrapped up he'd deal with things, but until then, he just couldn't bring himself to indulge that part of him. He just hoped Danny would understand.
~
Danny watched Steve walk back along the corridor towards him and stood, searching his face. Steve looked back cooly, nodding his head towards Kau'i's room.
"We should go back in," Steve said, pausing before he got too near.
Danny merely nodded. They always tried to keep their work and private life seperate and at work, Steve was the one who gave the orders. Danny sensed Steve needed the control right now and told himself that whatever was going on personally, they'd deal with it at an appropriate time. But right now, Steve was in work mode and Danny followed accordingly.
Steve tapped on the door lightly before going in, Kau'i and Rick sat quietly and Kau'i smiled bravely seeing the two of them.
"You okay?" Steve asked nearing the bed. "Think you can continue?"
Kau'i gave a shaky nod, holding tight to Rick's hand. Danny leaned on the wall by the door as Steve sat by the bed opposite Rick.
"I don't know how many times he flogged me," Kau'i shrugged, picking up where he'd left off. "Got to the point where it didn't sting anymore because it was just constant pain. I struggled at first, I cried out because of it and then I just - I couldn't escape from it, I just gave up trying. When it was over it felt like my stomach was on fire, it wasn't so much painful as it was aching and bright heat everywhere."
Kau'i paused and gave a wry smile, a hollow laugh. "You know the way your ass feels after a damn severe spanking."
Nobody replied and Steve refused to let his thoughts wander to the idea, fought down the memories of such knowing. He pushed aside the voice in his head saying 'four days ago, over Danny's knee in the bedroom' - he couldn't remember the reason now. Usually the after effects would last a while, at least mentally but right now, things that had happened naturally four days ago, seemed removed and strange. He felt disconnected from that side of himself that was usually so easy to slip into these days.
"What happened next?" he asked, moving the subject along. He tried for gentle coaxing and hoped he didn't sound as cold as he was beginning to feel. Like when he'd carried out missions with the SEAL's, focused and driven, don't let anything or anyone slow you down or hold you back from doing your job.
"He put the clamps on and the cock ring," Kau'i replied slowly. "With the chains. He made sure the clamps were tight before he even began adding the weights."
"Did he touch you? Try and get you aroused?" Danny asked from accross the room, as carefully and respectfully as he could. He noted Rick's shoulders tensing at the question and was relieved when Kau'i shook his head.
"No, aside from that first time and then putting the cock ring on me, he didn't try anything like that," Kau'i said. "Not until -."
"Not until what?" Steve said from beside him quickly and Kau'i flinched at the memory.
"Steve, give him a minute," Danny warned.
Steve nodded in apology, a flicker of eyes over to Danny who was watching him calmly, giving him space.
"He used the knife on me before he did anything else," Kau'i told them. "It's weird because it didn't really hurt, not really. At first I didn't know what he was doing, but some of the cuts he made a little deeper, they stung the most but the lashes had hurt more. Maybe it was because my body was already in pain at the time, it didn't really react to what he was doing. I guess I figured they weren't that bad because I couldn't feel much blood. I mean, I'd have felt it right? I'd have felt the blood trickling."
Kau'i looked at Rick with wide eyes as he asked, so many silent questions that he didn't ask. Like why hadn't Rick come home eariler? Why had David attacked him like he had? What if the knife had slipped? What if David had just kept cutting and cutting and cutting? Rick looked morbidly back at him, wishing he could erase the memories and the entire experience. Rick gave a small nod of his head as if it answer him, hoping it would give Kau'i some peace of mind.
"Then he began hanging the weights," Kau'i continued, giving a small shiver. "I could handle it all at first but he just kept putting on more, the clamps got tighter, felt like they were going to rip off. I was begging him by then, I'm not sure how long but I kept asking him to stop. Just hoped he'd stop because it was beginning to hurt, a weird kind of pain, like it was everywhere."
...
"Please, please." His throat was dry and he swallowed hard, trying to get the saliva flowing. It felt like pain had enveloped him, a blanket surrounding his entire being.
A hand pressed at his chin and he grimaced, made a choking sound, desperate and frightened.
"Open up," the voice told him. A voice too calm and focused. Kau'i honestly thought he was going to carry out the threat of gagging him with the gun and shook in fear within his bonds. A soft, rubbery surface touched his lips and he left out a gasp of relief, it was a dildo or probe, maybe even a cock gag, but not metal muzzle. Of that he was grateful. "Suck it, if you want to make things easier for yourself pet."
'Fuck,' Kau'i groaned inwardly. The fucker was going to use it on him. He concentrated on trying to slick the dildo as much as he could, uncaring how it looked, desperate to make things easier. As he shifted his head the weights moved and rocked, causing him to groan in pain, sounds gurgling past the rubber filling his mouth.
It was slipped from his mouth quickly, a trail of saliva smacking his lips and against his chin. He pulled in deep breaths, tried to relax and breathe. There was a beat of silence before gloved fingers rested at his hip and the rounded head of the dildo pressed against his ass. He tried, tried so hard to relax but the entire situation made it difficult. He could feel it pressing relentlessly and struggled, setting the weights rocking and the chains pulling as he whimpered in response.
"Come on, open up for me," his torturer coaxed.
He let out a helpless cry, grinding his teeth, swore to kill the fucker under his breath. But it didn't stop the nightmare and he felt the probe opening him up.
"Good boy, you know you want it," he was told.
'No, no,' Kau'i told himself. 'No I don't. No please no'
He was suddenly reminded of being a boy. His sister, much older than him had been babysitting and was watching some old monster 'b' movie. Of course it hadn't been that scary, to a fifteen year old, but to an eight year old it had been terrifying. He began to believe the monsters lived in his closet or under his bed and his mother had told him to just close his eyes and will them away with his mind. Because in your mind you could fight every night terror, in your daydreams you could be a superhero with every power imaginable.
Only he wasn't eight any more. He was thirty two and alone and tied to rack as some fucker tortured him and forced a probe into his ass. He began to cry as the probe slid in, aided along by the slight slick he'd been able to put on it. He squeezed his eyes shut behind the blackness of his blindfold but it didn't stop the tears, soaking the material and seeping out and down his cheeks. The taste of salt hit his tongue as he begged for it to end.
A thumb brushed over his lips, trailing against the tears.
"Please, please stop, no more, please," Kau'i begged between ragged, hiccuping breaths.
"Nearly done pet," he was assured, a sharp slap on his face to keep him focused.
Fingers brushed from his ass, now filled with the dildo and his cock, encased in the cock ring and pulled at by weights. He jerked as pincer like pain suddenly clamped into the sensitive skin between ass and cock, then another and another, pulling down, down, down. He didn't recognise his own groans of pain, though they filled the room, surrounding him. Tears still soaked his skin and his body shook involuntarily as he tried to assimilate the pain as best he could.
"Perfect," the man informed him.
There was silence again and nothing happened. Kau'i wondered if he was losing conciousness, drifting or floating on the pain. He whimpered and flinched as fingers brushed over his face again before the blindfold was removed. He winced, opening his eyes, vision hazy and blurred with tears. He looked to his side, a shadow walking out the door. He looked forward, desperate for a glimpse of his torturer but the light was muted and the shadow dissappeared before him out of sight.
He stared, desperate and fearful. What if they came back? Was this the end or did they plan more? He waited, for what seemed like forever, staring out of the window, waiting but the shadow stayed hidden. Kau'i felt his blood pounding, glanced down, tried to look at himself but the brace stayed solid around his neck and prevented his movement. Again he glanced at the window, expecting his torturer to return but still no-one.
Finally, achingly, he gave voice to his fear and his pain.
~
David watched from the shadows, listened to the disembodied voice of the pet tied to the rack. Watched him cry out, desperate and painful, with no-one to hear him. He leaned against the wall and smiled, a final glimpse at the canvas he'd decorated especially for his former Master. A gift for Richard. David had been surprised at Richard's choice. This sub was so oridinary, pretty yes, but not so very striking. He seemed delicate, which he supposed appealed to Rick's Dominant side, taking care of a little weakling. David sneered at the idea, Rick had become soft. He'd been a strong submissive, given Rick something to sink his dominating teeth into.
For all that he'd become afraid, David had come to learn the darkness would always be a part of him. He'd ran away because he blamed RIchard, blamed him for making him different, part of the freak show, it was too late when he realised it was always going to be part of him. That it was better to let the darkness out to play. His new Master understood. His Master should be here to see the gift he'd created, the pet all broken and waiting. When Richard saw him he'd break too - David wanted to see it. Wanted to see him broken like he'd broke him all those years ago. In a perfect scenario David would be there, to show his former Master how much better a submissive he was now. How much he could tolerate and crave and please and pleasure. Not a perfect pet but not far from it.
He took a final glance at the man strapped to the rack, crying with pain, his moans haunting the empty cells. With a sigh he skulked away to make his escape, to return to his Master and tell him of his success.