(Chapter Fifteen)

Stay strong for Peter, Elizabeth, Mozzy. Over the next few days that was the mantra that ran through Neal's mind. Slowly but surely the hope that Peter would find him dwindled. Oh but what he wouldn't give for a shower. He felt filthy and his skin crawled. A small smile appeared after he envisioned a very hot, steamy shower and after he was cleaned he wanted to sleep in a bed with sheets. Real silk sheets. A shiver ran along his body. It must be early morning for the room he was in was really, really cold. It didn't help that he was kept naked. No bed clothes, not even a blanket. If he did survive this, he was going to be a very sick man. That's if he can get out of there. Or be rescued.

But that asshole had replaced the ropes that held him to the bed. He'd noticed the frayed ends and he replaced them with zip ties last night. He can't bite his way through plastic, well he probably could but it would take time and a few broken teeth. He let out a bitter laugh. Jon would just replace them and he'd have to start all over. He quickly closed his eyes as he heard the door unlock. Maybe if he'd pretended to sleep the creep would leave him alone.

There was a clamor at the door and a muffled voice. That definitely wasn't the voice of his rapist. Neal opened his eyes. There was a young boy of about fourteen standing in the doorway. He stood there staring at Neal. The kid's face became red with embarrassment. He ducked his head so that he wouldn't have to look at the naked man in front of him.

"Hey" Neal said. He watched as the kid bustled about the room. Neal raised his eyebrow. What is he doing? He walked over to the bed with a bucket. It sloshed with liquid as he set it down beside the bed. Curiosity was killing him as the boy reached into the bucket, brought out a washcloth and proceeded to wash Neal's face. He had to admit it felt good.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" no answer. "Listen I have to get out of here. Could you get a knife or something to cut these with?" he rattled his hand closet to the boy. Still didn't get an answer. Neal leaned back into the pillow in frustration. By that time the boy was wiping down his stomach. Neal became uncomfortable. "You really don't have to wash me. If you get me out of this zip ties I can clean myself up" He watched as the silent boy's hand moved lower and lower.

He's not... yes he was!

Neal gasped. There was no way for Neal to move away. This will be okay he told himself. Right. What was okay about a fourteen year old boy washing and touching his genitals? That was so wrong. He looked away as his body couldn't help but respond to the firm even strokes of the kid's hand. Neal willed his body to not respond. He knew that it was natural for his body to respond to stimuli, but he can't help but feel like a pedophile. Yes it was being done to him by the kid and not the other way around, it was just how he felt. Guilty like it was he that was molesting the child.

"Jimmy, come here."

Neal looked up. Jon stood in the doorway, smirking. God he really hated that smirk. He couldn't wait till someone knocked it right off. Neal turned to the boy. He was shocked to see the boy looking right at him. He shuddered at the dead look in the boy's eyes. Neal's heart broke.

"James, now" The boy turned and walked away. Jon placed his hand around the nape of his neck. "Wait for me outside." He ran his hands down the kid's arms, pushed him slightly toward the door. Jon kept his gaze on Neal the whole time. He watched the emotions that flew across his lover's face. He delighted in them.

"Leave him alone!" Neal shouted as Jon turned to follow James out the door. "Jon, leave him alone" No response from the former coach as he left the room. Neal attempted to rise, but he was still bound by the zip ties. He was also hampered by the incredible pain along is lower back that reminded him of last night. He panted, trying to get control over the pain. Finally it subsided. He stared at the door as he heard the bolt on the outside engaged.

Damn it! Neal needed to figure out a way out of there. He can no longer count on Peter to get him out. He took a deep breath and pushed his anger and his pain aside and turned his mind to the problem of escape and he needed to take that kid with him.

A day or so later

Neal nearly puked at the grunt of pleasure that came from his tormentor. Neal had noticed Jon was taking his sweet time breaching him today. It lasted a really long time. He hated that. Though the pain wasn't as excruciating, the act of making 'love' was more traumatizing. The tenderness which Jon was showing him was confusing him somewhat. Did he really care for him? Why would he do that? Why would Neal himself like that? Because there was no pain? But just the thought that he liked it sickened him, right down to his soul.

Jon sped up a bit and Neal knew the end of his torture for the day was close. At least he hoped. He doubted he could take much more. He flinched when Jon pulled out and came over his body. Neal hated when Jon spread his spunk all over him. But Jon knew that and planned accordingly.

"I would love to stay and cuddle with you, but I have to go to work." Jon said. He cupped Neal's jaw. He watched as the younger man tried to turn his head. His grip tightened and he forced his lips to Neal's. Biting and licking. Then he kissed him on the forehead.

"Have a good day my love" Jon said. He smiled lovingly at Neal. He headed to the door, turned to look at his 'beloved' one last time. He shut the door quietly and locked it. Neal sighed. He grimaced at himself. He was filthy and he hated it. After this episode (Neal just can't say the word rape nor think of it) he needed to stretch out a little. He felt the semen and sweat drying on his skin pull and it started to itch. He groaned. This is not good. He really needed a shower. He still had to come up with a way out here.

But he couldn't focus enough to figure things out. He groaned as his thoughts grew fuzzy. He knew he was weak from lack of food or water. His injuries going without treatment didn't help matters any. He was stiff and sore from the being side swiped in the car. His feet felt twice their size and no doubt infected from the scratches and cuts from walking barefoot through the woods. Yeah, he was in bad shape alright. He sighed and closed his eyes to keep the room from spinning around him.

He heard the lock on the door disengage and panicked. He can't be coming back Neal thought. He couldn't handle anymore. Tears leaked from his eyes as he shook his head in denial. The sound of running water brought him from his near breakdown. He opened his eyes and saw Jimmy. Watched him as he gathered things he needed for a sponge bath. Neal didn't know if he could handle even that small invasion.

"Water" Neal gasped out through a incredibly dry mouth. Jimmy dipped the wash cloth into the bucket and let the water drip into Neal's open mouth. Neal moaned as the delicious water ran down his parched throat. His eyes begged for more. The boy dipped the cloth back in the bucket and rung it out into Neal's mouth once again. Then he proceeded to wash the prisoner. He did this all with no expression. There was no pleading with his eyes this time around. Neal could tell that the kid was no longer there, that he was dead inside. He could relate. But he wanted to survive at least he thought he did. No he knew he wanted to survive. He needed to survive.

He will survive.