The Price of Silence - Barisi Fan Fiction
After reconnecting with his former mentor, Barba, Carisi becomes concerned when Barba brings up an unfortunate event from Carisi's past. Later, Barba admits to hiding a deep, dark secret and cautions Carisi to keep his distance. Against his best interest, Carisi ignores Barba's warning, and he finds himself becoming something he had never thought he would be - a victim. In the end, Barba tries to make amends, but it is too late.
Warning: This is a DARK fic. This story includes EXPLICIT NON-CON CONTENT. Dead Dove, Do Not Eat. (Word Count: 20,000+ Chaptered version on AO3)
Chapter 1
Hearing a knock at the door, Sonny tilted his head up to see who was wandering around Hogan Place long after the sun had set.
"Barba!" Sonny exclaimed softly, as he lowered the box of items he had been holding carefully onto his desk's surface. "What are you doing here?"
"I came by to congratulate you, Counselor," the former SVU ADA replied as he sauntered into the shared office space and looked around at the vacant desks.
"I thought you were still out in Iowa," Sonny said, his voice strained as he tried to keep down his excitement at seeing his friend and former mentor.
“Oh, I am," Barba replied causally. "But I had some family stuff I needed to take care of in town. It's a short visit, which is why I didn't tell anyone I was coming. But then I heard you had turned in your badge to work under Chief Hadid as SVU's new ADA."
Slightly humbled and a bit embarrassed by Barba's concise assessment, Sonny shuffled a bit, putting his hands in his pockets. "I couldn't pass up the opportunity," he finally said.
"Nor should you have," Barba replied. "Though you'll have to forgive me for dropping in on you like this. I wanted to see how you were settling in."
Spreading his arms wide, Sonny indicated the stacks of paperwork already accumulating on his desk.
"It's my first day, and I already feel like I'm drowning."
"That's the law, Carisi," Barba retorted as he stepped closer. "You're always going to be drowning in paperwork. Once you get yourself settled, you can start treading water. Win a couple of cases, and you'll be swimming in no time."
Sonny huffed in self-derision. "Speaking of swimming, what's that saying about lawyers and sharks? Something along the lines of both always being out for blood?"
“Actually, I think it's: Why don't sharks attack lawyers?" Barba chuckled before answering. "Professional courtesy."
Grinning at the joke, Sonny felt a sense of familiarity wash over him. It had been months since they had last seen each other, but in typical Barba fashion, his old mentor never missed a beat.
"You know," Sonny sighed. "I'm glad you're here, Barba. It's good to see a friendly face at the end of my first day. It's been... well, it's been stressful."
"Not an easy transition?"
"No. Definitely not easy."
”Well, you're still getting settled. I wouldn't let it bother you too much."
“Thanks," Sonny mumbled, a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to say next.
"Of course," Barba replied, coming even closer and clapping a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Though I was wondering, did you ever get that business with the bar exam worked out?"
”Oh?" Sonny wondered, a sudden pit forming in his stomach. "That's not really something I've thought about in a while."
"No, of course not," Barba said dismissively. "It's not your fault, after all. "
"I would never cheat."
"I didn't mean to imply that you would."
"C'mon, Barba," Sonny groaned. "Don't do this to me, okay? I passed the exam, plain and simple. It might be surprising that a guy from Fordham Law managed to pass on his first try, but we can't all be Harvard prodigies."
Barba smirked. "Well, you were my protege. I am proud of you."
“Again, thank you."
“You’ll have to forgive me for bringing it up, Carisi. I am trying to look out for you," Barba stated. “But if you’ll remember, back when one of your classmates got caught cheating on the exam, I told you to retake it. That sort of thing can tank a career.”
"But I passed."
"I know, Sonny," Barba explained. "But you knew the guy, and you went to school with him. The fact that he cheated while you both were taking the test could be seen as suspicious."
“He wasn’t just some guy. His name was Kip. And I wasn't the only one besides him taking the test that day," Sonny growled. "Also, it's not like I conspired with him in any way. You know me, Barba. I would never—"
"But does your new boss know that?" the former ADA interrupted. "Sonny, I'm worried about your career. If someone were to find out about the circumstances around your exam—"
"They won't!" Sonny interrupted. "Jeez. I passed the bar years ago. No one is looking into those specifics now."
"Not yet," Barba countered. "But Sonny, you're in the big leagues now, and you're going up against seasoned professionals. And I hate to say it, but some of them are out for blood. They will notice the gap between when you passed the bar and now and see it as a reason to undermine you. I want you to be prepared."
"And I am!" Sonny said defensively. "I don't have the experience that you have, but I know what's at risk if I can't do my job. I'm not going to fail at this."
"I know you won't. But I want you to be prepared if it does come up. You should get ahead of it while you can. Besides, I don't want a call to come out of the blue and for someone to start asking questions I don't want to answer."
"Well, you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"
Barba paused, saying nothing.
“Rafa?” Sonny prodded.
Sighing, Barba replied, “Honestly, Sonny, I don’t know.”
“Rafa!”
“Don’t ‘Rafa’ me,” Barba grumbled. “Life is complicated. And if someone came and asked me, I might have to share what information I have about the situation with him… or her.”
“You’d tell Ms. Hadid?”
“I never said that.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“That you should tell her, Sonny,” Barba huffed. “You know what, I shouldn’t have come. After everything happening with my—“ Here, Barba abruptly stopped short. Taking a breath, he continued, “I’m not in a good headspace right now. I’m sorry.”
“Barba,” Sonny said softly, “please tell me you won’t speak to anyone about what happened with Kip. He was a fool for doing what he did but I had nothing to do with it, I swear. I just want a shot at being a lawyer and actually doing some good.”
“And you’ve managed to put yourself in a position where you’ll get that shot,” Barba muttered. “I just—“
“You want me to bargain with you?” Sonny interjected. “C’mon, Barba. What is it that you want? Why did you really come down here? You want me to beg you to keep your mouth shut?”
Looking over at him with sad eyes, Barba replied, “You are too noble a man to trade your honor for my silence, Sonny. I can’t promise you much, but I can promise that if the situation arises, what information I am forced to share, I won’t do it willingly.”
Sonny nodded slowly, taking in Barba's words.
"Thank you," he said after a tense moment. "I appreciate that."
Barba nodded back at him, looking almost sullen.
"I don't want to ruin your career or anything, Sonny. You deserve this chance. Just be careful, okay?”
"I will,” Sonny promised, though his chest still felt tight from the air of contention that still lingered. "And thanks for coming down here. It means a lot to me."
"Of course," Barba said with a tight-lipped smile, as he made his way back towards the office door. "Just don't expect me to make a habit of it. I've got my own problems to deal with." Reaching the exit, he paused and turned back to Sonny. "Oh, and Carisi? Good luck."
"Thanks," Sonny replied. "I'll need it."
With a parting nod, Barba left the room, leaving Sonny alone with his thoughts and a sinking feeling in his stomach. As the new ADA stood there, staring at the empty doorway, he couldn't help but wonder what had truly prompted Barba's visit. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than merely a social call.
Chapter 2
Wandering into the bar, Sonny glanced around the dimly lit room. While there was a good crowd of people, the interior of the establishment was spacious. Most of the patrons were gathered around the counter, sharing drinks and conversation. He wasn't sure what kind of establishment he was entering, but he knew who he was searching for.
Or, to be more accurate, who he was looking for.
He hadn’t seen Rafael Barba for months. Yet with information that the former ADA was back in Manhattan, Sonny had easily stepped back into the role of a detective and had been tracking down his former mentor.
The chatter, music, and various noises filling the room were distracting. Still, after a moment or two spent scanning the various individuals sitting at the counter, Sonny then moved along. He was trying to make a quick assessment of the customers seated at the booths all while keeping his hands close to his sides and his movements slow and fluid so as to remain inconspicuous. Just as he began to think that he had yet again failed to locate Barba, he came to the last booth in the corner of the restaurant. There, sitting alone, wearing a rumpled three-piece suit, and staring blankly at a tumbler of whiskey, was Rafael Barba.
Sonny exhaled deeply before sliding onto the hard wooden bench opposite his friend.
Beneath a hooded brow, dark green eyes darted up as Sonny shook off his suit jacket and settled in his seat.
“What are you doing here?” Barba grumbled.
“Thought I’d return the favor you paid me on my first day and drop in on you,” Sonny casually remarked.
Catching the eye of a passing waitress, he lifted his hand as an indication that he required her service.
“Why?” Sonny continued. “Have I caught you by surprise?”
“No.”
The waitress Sonny had flagged down approached and he made sure to keep the inflection in his tone calm and casual. Though, if he was being honest with himself, he worried his countenance would betray his deeper concerns as he ordered a round of drinks from her.
“I’ll have whatever he’s having. And why don’t you get him another round as well?” he stated, his voice raised so he could be heard over the other patrons and the clinking of glasses.
Fishing his wallet from his pocket, Sonny pulled out his card and handed it to their server, asking her to open a tab for him.
A second after the waitress left, Barba spoke.
“How did you know I was here?” he asked, his voice strained through gritted teeth.
“Your mother’s funeral was on Friday. I figured you’d still be in town. My condolences, by the way. I wish you would’ve let me know. I would’ve come.”
“But —“
Cutting Barba off, Sonny hastily added, “Liv called. She said she was having a difficult time reaching you.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem finding me though. What did you do? You didn’t have TARU run a search for my card transactions, did you?”
With a shake of his head, Sonny retorted, “No. Just wore out some shoe leather going from bar to bar looking for you."
“Well, you found me,” Barba remarked, his voice thick with sarcasm as he lifted his cup to his lips and took a sip. “Congratulations.”
Just then, the waitress returned, balancing their drinks on a round plastic tray. Nimbly, she placed each tumbler in front of them.
“Here you are. Anything else I can get for you?”
“We’re fine,” Barba said, a restrained growl resonating in his voice. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Sonny echoed.
He watched the waitress turn and leave to serve other tables and in her wake, she left nothing but silence. It hung in the air between the two men. Sonny, determined not to make Barba upset, waited for his friend to be the first to speak.
Taking a drink from his glass, he tried not to grimace at the burn of the spirit. Sonny wasn’t much one for hard liquor and knew if he attempted to keep pace with Barba, he’d be chugging Pepto come morning.
“You didn’t need to go through all the effort of tracking me down,” Barba finally said.
“I figured if you weren’t answering Captain Benson’s calls, you wouldn’t answer mine either.”
Barba lifted a singular brow.
“You’re not wrong.”
“Good, ‘cause I would hate to think of you actually sending my calls to voice mail. Rafa, man, I got to tell you: What you’re going through is a big deal. And you don’t need to go through it alone.”
“Some things are better dealt with alone.”
“You sure about that?” Sonny quipped back.
“Yes, detective, I’m sure,” Barba said with a deep sigh.
“Detective?”
“Err,” Barba corrected himself. “I mean counselor.”
“It takes some getting used to,” Sonny said with a chuckle.
“Your cases going okay,” Barba asked, using his mistake to redirect the conversation.
“Better than most,” Sonny answered, fidgeting with his glass as he delayed taking another sip of the strong liquor. “I’ve won more cases than I’ve lost.”
“Did you ever talk to Hadid about your classmate? The one who cheated on the bar?”
Jeez, Sonny thought, not this again. Why won’t Barba let this go?
“I know you didn’t care to talk about it much the last time I saw you,” Barba continued. “But I’ve been in your shoes, Sonny. I’ve done the job you’re doing. And I know it’s better to get ahead of potential rumors before they become your downfall.”
“No,” Sonny responded, making an effort not to sound bitter. “I haven’t brought up that with my boss. And I don’t plan to either.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll lose my job,” he snapped.
“Not the end of the world. Trust me, I’ve been there.”
“No, Barba,” Sonny challenged, “you resigned.”
“I was charged with second-degree murder.”
“And then you got acquitted. You didn’t have to resign.”
“It was the right thing to do,” Barba emphatically stated.
“The right thing?” Sonny argued. “Barba, it’s not about what is right and what is wrong. It’s about you thinking that you’re alone in all of this.”
“I am alone.”
With a sigh, Sonny countered, “No. You’re not.”
“Strong words coming from someone whose mother is still alive.”
Sonny’s jaw dropped at Barba’s insensitive comment. Though he managed to snap it closed again just as quick. Then, taking a breath in through his nose, he looked down at the whiskey still in his cup. Figuring he could use a dose of liquid courage, he lifted the whiskey to his lips and downed a couple drams at once.
“Well,” Sonny stated, “I know what it’s like to feel alone, even when there are people around who care. But you don’t have to be alone, Rafa. You have friends. And every one of them, myself included, wants to make sure that you know that we care. That we are here for you.”
Heaving a heavy sigh, Barba replied, “I just don’t see the point anymore.”
A bit shocked, Sonny came to the abrupt conclusion that Barba was spiraling. Drinking alone at a bar after the death of one’s mother was one thing, but saying that there wasn’t a point anymore was drastic. It seemed incredibly out of character for his former mentor to say something like that.
“The point in what?” he quickly asked, seeking clarification. “And please don’t say life. Trust me, Barba, life is always worth living, even when it’s painful.”
Though their corner of the bar was dimly lit, Sonny noticed a smirk briefly flash across Barba’s features.
“No,” he remarked. “The point in pretending.”
“Pretending? I don’t know what you mean.”
Finishing his initial glass and starting in on the one Sonny had purchased for him, Barba explained, “I mean that I don’t see a point in pretending that deep down I’m not … that there’s not something seriously broken inside of me. For as long as I can remember, I didn’t want to disappoint her. My father I could give two shits about, but not my mother. I wanted so badly to show her I could be the good and decent son she deserved. And without her here, I feel so … empty.”
“So you thought you’d handle this sort of loss easily?” Sonny scoffed. “Barba, how many drinks did you have before I got here? You may be an ass, but you’re not broken.”
“I think I’m on my fifth. But don’t think I’m going to forget you calling me an ass to my face though,” Barba answered, his voice dark but tinged with humor.
Sonny let out a low huff.
“I should get you home.”
“No,” Barba countered. “You should leave. Thanks for the drink, Sonny, but I think it’s best that I find my own way back.”
“And why is that? Oh, right, because you think you’re broken and undeserving of—“
“You don’t think I’m broken?” Barba interrupted. “Sonny, if I wanted … I could—“
Stopping abruptly, the former ADA instead took another drink.
“You could what?” Sonny prodded.
With a shake of his head, Barba replied, “I’m not going to say it.”
“And here I thought you said there was no point in not pretending anymore.”
Sonny was just antagonizing the former ADA at this point. Still, it was better than the alternative, which was leaving Barba alone with his thoughts. Mourning the loss of a parent could be destabilizing. And what Sonny wanted most was just to ensure his friend’s well-being. However, given the context of their conversation, he doubted that Barba would actually tell him anything significant.
“Tell me, counselor,” Barba retorted, emphasizing his words with thinly veiled mockery, “for as long as you’ve known me, how many relationships have I been in?”
“Is that a trick question? You’re married to the law, Barba, and she is a jealous mistress.”
Huffing in quiet laughter, Barba replied, “That she is.” Then, a bit more serious, he added, “I didn’t date because not having a relationship was better than having one and disappointing my mother.”
“Mothers often have strong opinions on who their children should date. I know mine does. And let me tell you, I definitely don’t agree that all I need is a nice Catholic girl. But, ah, if you don’t mind me asking, how do you think your relationships would have disappointed your mother?”
“By dating men.”
Sensing heat rise to his cheeks, Sonny bowed his head to hide his embarrassment. Barba’s sudden admission left him reeling. He had never truly understood the idiom 'knocked down with a feather,' but now he felt it was entirely applicable. The shock was profound, and it made him feel terrible for not knowing something so important about someone he thought he knew well.
“I didn’t realize…” he stammered. “I thought…”
“You thought what I wanted you to think,” Barba admitted. “I only mentioned my past relationships that were with women because I didn’t want my sexual preferences to draw the wrong sort of attention; especially not in the workplace.”
Taking a moment to process, Sonny thoughtfully said, “You’re right. It’s no one’s business but your own. And, clearly, I had no idea. Not that changes anything, I am still your friend.”
Barba heaved a heavy sigh.
“You know,” he muttered, “part of me is glad that I never had to tell her. And I feel bad about that, like I’m happy she’s gone. I’m not though. But to her, being queer wasn’t just a sin, it was unacceptable. She would’ve seen it as a failure on her part as a mother.”
“That sounds more like relief than happiness,” Sonny stated, trying his best to comfort the other man sitting across from him.
“Aren’t they the same thing?”
“They can be. But not in this case, I don’t think. And it doesn’t make you broken, not being bi or even feeling some relief from having to share that information with someone who —“
Interrupting, Barba interjected, “That’s not why I said I feel broken.”
“Then why?” Sonny prompted.
Instead of answering, the former ADA took the opportunity to drain the last of the whiskey from his cup. Then, his eyes casting around, Barba caught the attention of their server and wordlessly raised his empty glass.
“You think another drink is going to get you out of answering my question?” Sonny asked, his tone serious and somber.
“I think getting another drink might convince me to answer it,” Barba responded as the server approached yet another round.
“Thanks,” he replied carelessly, his attention focused on his now replenished beverage. Silence lingered between them as Barba rotated the glass, almost absentmindedly, only taking sips of the dark liquor sparingly.
Sonny waited. He could be patient.
Finally, Barba spoke, “It’s like I have a loaded gun.”
“Do you?” Sonny quickly asked in reply, his eyes going wide.
Though he was sure it was just a figment of his imagination, the buzz of conversation around them seemed to become eerily still. His mouth going dry at the thought of a loaded weapon in a crowded bar, Sonny waited for Barba to answer.
Rolling his eyes, Barba said, “No, Carisi. I don’t. I’m making an analogy.”
“An analogy for what?”
“I thought it was obvious: I’m not dealing with this well. I dunno, maybe I’m the loaded gun. And the strangest thing is I’m desperate, okay? And yet I’m terrified that I’m going to do something drastic. I … I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“Rafa,” Sonny said, confidently, “you’re not capable of that sort of cruelty. Trust me on this one.”
Taking yet another drink, Barba asked, “And what if I said the person I’m worried about hurting is you?”
A lump stuck in Sonny’s throat at this new admission and he did his best to gulp it down. Leaning forward, he made an attempt to pull Barba’s glass away from him.
“Now you’ve really had too much to drink.”
Yanking away, Barba pulled his drink back toward himself and hissed, “You don’t get it, Sonny! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along. You’ve handed me this loaded weapon and then have been all but provoking me to use it. That’s why I want you to tell Hadid. Please tell her and rid me of any possible leverage I could hold over you.”
“Leverage?” Sonny asked, taken aback. “Are you really saying you’d try blackmailing me over not disclosing someone else’s mistake? Why? For what purpose?”
“Because I am broken,” Barba admitted. “Because the idea of coercing a friend to do things he would never do if given a choice has somehow taken up a permanent residence in my mind.”
“You’re not that kind of person.”
Shaking his head, Barba said, “I don’t know anymore. All I know with I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not. And if that means using what I have to get what I want, then so be it.”
“That’s not a solution.”
“Then what would you have me do? Just sit here and pretend that everything is okay? That I don’t have demons gnawing away at me, trying to get me to do the unthinkable? And I could do it, Sonny, I know I could. I need to be stopped,” Barba sputtered in frustration, tears coming to his eyes. “Why won’t you stop me?”
Sighing, Sonny reached over for his jacket before sliding out of the booth. He stood silently, sliding his arms into the sleeves before he answered.
“I don’t have all the answers. But I do know that if you were to act on a compulsion like that, it would be an act of self-destruction rather than one of malice or intention to harm.
“You think I wouldn’t hurt you?”
“No, Barba, I don’t. Now, I’m going to go close out the tabs then we’re going before you confess to anything else and end up passing out before I get you home.”
Almost as though he had been defeated, Barba nodded silently. Bowing his head against the onslaught of tears, dark strands of his normally well-coiffed hair hanging down over his brow.
Walking over to the bar, Sonny quickly finished paying for both his and Barba’s tabs. He took his time, giving his friend time to dry his tears in relative privacy. Then upon his return to the booth, he watched as Barba downed the last of his drink before standing up. As he swayed slightly, Sonny caught his arm, steadying him.
“It’s going to be okay,” he said, reassuringly.
Barba said nothing, instead he just leaned against his former mentee as Sonny led him out of the bar. As they walked out into the night, Sonny couldn’t help but feel a weight settle over him. Had he been right to reassure Barba that everything was fine or had he inadvertently put them both on a trajectory that would ultimately lead to catastrophe?
Chapter 3
Sonny's fingers were steady as he hit the button on the elevator to take him up to Barba's hotel room floor. He’d been at this particular extended stay before, after the time at the bar. But that had been a while back. Since then, he hadn’t heard from Barba and neither had their mutual friends. Sonny was beginning to wonder if his former mentor had skipped town without telling anyone.
As the elevator doors rumbled open, Sonny stepped out onto the plush hotel corridor, feeling a strange sense of unease.
Barba didn’t know he was coming. And after he had tracked the former counselor last time, Barba had made it known his unannounced presence was not appreciated. As Sonny approached the door, he could hear nothing but the sounds of his own heart beating wildly in his ears. He hesitated, wondering if he should just turn around and leave.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. A moment later, the door opened, and rumpled-looking Barba stood in the doorway. Standing there without a tie or suit jacket and his shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the older man’s vest was splayed open with all its buttons undone. Despite his state of relative undress and shorter stature, Barba looked as imposing as ever.
“Absolutely not," Barba said, standing his ground, preventing Sonny from entering. “Carisi, go home.”
“I see you’ve already started for the night,” Sonny said, raising a finger to indicate the half-drunk tumbler of dark liquor in his former mentor’s hand.
“What’s it matter to you?” Barba challenged.
“It matters if end up passing out and choking on your own vomit.”
“I’m not going to—“ Barba said, his voice rising before he abruptly stopped speaking. Taking a moment, he then said much more quietly. “Fine. Come in. Say your piece and then leave. You understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” Sonny said with a little bit of mocking respect.
Still, feeling relieved, he stepped inside the hotel room. Glancing around, he noticed that the room was spacious and tidy. At a nearby desk lay a stack of paperwork and a nearly empty bottle of whiskey. Slung over the back of the chair, was Barba’s suit jacket with the brightly colored handkerchief spilling out of the lapel pocket.
“What is it?” Barba grumbled, interrupting Sonny’s visual analysis of the area.
A little nervous, Sonny didn’t answer right away. Instead, he made a bit of small talk.
“You working on a case?” he asked, jerking his head to the side towards the desk and its stack of papers.
“No,” Barba grumbled. “My mother’s estate is taking far more time to reconcile than I anticipated.”
“Can I help?”
Fixing the younger man with a glare, Barba said, “Estate law is especially complex. It’s best that you just stick to the small portion of the law you practice, counselor.”
Raising his hands in a small gesture of defeat, Sonny replied, “Okay, Barba. Have it your way.”
“If I had my way,” Barba said, gruffly, “I would be drinking in peace, not answering pointless questions about my day. So if you want to stay, you need to tell me why you are here in the first place.”
“I… um…,” Sonny faltered, “I’m sorry, Barba. I was trying to do what you asked me to do.”
“Which was what, exactly?”
“I went to Ms. Hadid to tell her about the incident involving my classmate’s bar examination.”
“How did that conversation go?”
“It, uh, didn’t actually end up happening. I got cold feet.”
“Jeez, Carisi,” Barba grumped, “did you really have to come here in person to tell me that?”
“Hey,” Sonny countered, “you don’t know Hadid like I do. She’s uncompromising and quick to pass judgment. I haven’t eaten all day because I’ve been so nervous to talk to her about it. I know it’s a small thing but it still could have serious repercussions.”
“Which is why—“
“Which is why,” Sonny said as he interrupted and echoed Barba’s words, “you told me to take care of it. But I’ve decided, I’m not going through with telling her. In fact, I’ve been thinking a lot about our conversation from the other night. And I’m going to call you out on your bluff.”
“My bluff?”
“Yeah, Barba, your bluff. Because at the end of the day, I know you’re not capable of ‘hurting’ anyone. And I’m going to prove it to you.”
“How?”
Sonny laughed, “I’m not going to tell Hadid about Kip so you’re going to have to blackmail me.”
“Carisi,” came Barba’s stern reply, “that’s not funny.”
“Sure it is, Barba,” he countered with a big grin. “Do your worse.”
Barba’s brows knitted together in confusion.
“What are you trying to prove?”
“I’m trying to prove to you that you don’t have to pretend to not be broken and callously cruel because you are in fact neither of those things.”
Eyes narrowing, Barba took a step forward. His voice low and dangerous, he said, “You are putting yourself in a position I guarantee you don’t want to be in. You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
Sonny sighed, “Why are you fighting me on this?”
“Because,” Barba said vehemently, “my demons are my own. I will work through them on my own.”
“How?! By drinking yourself to death?”
Angrily, Barba turned away. Walking over to the desk, he set his drink down with a heavy thunk.
“Rafa?” Sonny gently prodded.
“Leave, Dominick,” Barba said curtly.
“C’mon, don’t be like that,” Sonny said, approaching his former mentor and laying a comforting hand on the man’s shoulder.
Spinning around, Barba knocked his hand away. Looking at him with what could’ve only been pure rage, Barba spat as he gave him a shove, “LEAVE!”
Sonny stepped back, raising his arms up in a non-threatening gesture. “Hey,” he said calmly, “let’s talk, okay? There’s no need to get physical.”
Taking a step forward and with his fists clenched, Barba growled, “You think I won’t?”
Worried his former mentor might actually take a swing at him, Sonny said, “Barba, are you being serious right now? I have the advantage of both training and being bigger. You wouldn’t win.”
“I want you to GO!” Barba shouted, coming closer and giving Sonny another push.
“No,” Sonny countered. Backing away from the door, he walked over to the bed and sat at the end of it with a huff, the crisp bedclothes wrinkling beneath his weight. Taking off his suit jacket, he folded it and set it next to him.
He had no intention of leaving, not when Barba so clearly needed someone to help calm him down. After all the guidance his former mentor had provided him, he felt compelled to return the favor and help Barba work through the emotional upheaval his mother’s death had caused. And while Sonny was trying to outwardly convey a sense of calm composure, Barba was clearly in a state of distress.
With one hand on his hip and the other buried in his hair, Barba paced.
“Barba,” Sonny said softly, “calm down and just talk to me.”
“Calm down?!” Barba replied through quick breaths. “Sonny, you’ve gone too far. And now you’re sitting on my bed like … like …” Biting the knuckles on his hand, Barba turned away. However, Sonny could hear him say, “Oh my god, he’s on my bed.”
“Listen, okay?” Sonny said, his voice composed and steady. “I’m sorry I made you upset but I think it’s important to discuss what exactly set you off. I’ve never seen you this worked up before.”
Suddenly turning to face him, Barba said, “If I do anything, it will be your fault, Sonny. You understand that, don’t you? You … you pushed me too far.”
“Pushed you to do what?” Sonny asked.
“For crying out loud!” Barba exclaimed as quick steps brought him over to the end of the bed. Grabbing Sonny’s vest and the layers of shirt beneath it, he pulled. “You have to leave!”
Hearing the sound of the popping of stitches, Sonny raised his arm and knocked Barba’s clutching hand away.
“Barba! Get your hands off of me. What the actual fuck are you doing?”
What occurred next, happened too quickly for Sonny to stop it. Barba raised an open hand and struck the younger man across the face.
Shocked, Sonny’s fingertips flew to his left cheek. The pain was quickly dissipating but it still hurt. Barba had been right, he had pushed him too far.
Still too stunned to speak, Sonny went to grab his jacket and stand. If Barba was so hell-bent on having him gone, he’d go. Glaring, he raised himself to his feet but was knocked further back onto the bed when Barba gave him a forceful shove.
“Wha—?!”
Barba moved quickly, getting on the bed and pinning Sonny down. Sonny struggled, trying to push the other man off of him.
“Barba,” he huffed, “what are you doing? Get off of me.”
His hands up and gripping Barba’s arms, Sonny kept trying to force him off. But he didn’t have the upper position and the other man’s weight was centered on Sonny’s torso, effectively pinning him. A formidable struggle ensued, and while Barba attempted to grab his wrists, Sonny just tried to get away from the situation without harming Barba.
Thrashing around, and losing a shoe in the process, Sonny managed to swing one leg over the other and turn his hips at an angle. As his foot caught on the fabric of the bedspread, he used the leverage it gave to turn himself over onto his belly and to push himself back and towards the head of the bed. Now, he just needed to get his legs under him and he’d be able to shake Barba off.
A knee planted itself forcefully in the small of his back and it knock the air out of his lungs.
Having finally secured Sonny’s right wrist with his left hand, Barba leaned over him. He fished something out from underneath one of the pillows, it must’ve been tucked under there all along: a looped restraint made from tightly woven nylon. With deft fingers, Barba wrapped it around Sonny’s wrist and firmly secured it with an attached band of wide velcro.
While Barba’s intentions were now becoming clear, Sonny found himself slow to react. It was as though his brain simply couldn’t fathom his former mentor being in the possession of such an item, let alone using it on him. And so, despite his struggles, he felt in a state of shock as he watched Barba pull out and wrap a second restraint around his left wrist.
Feeling the weight come off of his back, Sonny could finally breathe again.
“Barba!” Sonny yelled, yanking at the restraints. “Let me go!”
“Quiet!” Barba snapped back, his tone hushed, as he hastily removed Sonny’s smartwatch from his wrist and pulled his phone from his pocket. Turning off the devices, Barba added, “Do you really want security to be called up here?!”
“Then let me go,” Sonny replied through gritted teeth.
The former ADA did not respond. Instead, he backed off until he was at the end of the bed. Then scooting off of it entirely, he slumped onto the floor. Only the top of his head now visible, Sonny watched as Barba’s fingers intertwine within the strands of his hair. His hands now balling into fists, he pulled at his short dark locks as he began to shake. And all Sonny could hear was the blood pounding in his ears and Barba’s short gasps of distress.
Unwilling perpetrator, the phrase flashed across Sonny’s mind. It was a term often used by the defense to negate the guilt of their client. It was a tactic to manipulate the jury into thinking that somehow the defendant wasn’t fully culpable for their actions.
But had Sonny inadvertently pushed his former mentor in becoming just that? Barba had been drinking before he got there. And though not as drunk as he was the night at the bar, it was definitely a factor in all this.
Taking a deep breath, knew he had to somehow rewind tonight’s events. It was paramount, for both their sakes, that this ‘misunderstanding’ not go any farther.
“Rafael,” he said as calmly as he could manage, “you don’t want to do this. You don’t want to hurt me. Let me go and no one has to know.”
“Stop,” Barba stammered, his volatile emotions cutting through and shaking his voice. “Don’t talk to me like some sort of negotiator.”
Getting up from the floor, Barba stalked out of the room. Entering the ensuite bathroom, he shut the door and locked it. And dread settled in Sonny’s stomach at the sound of the bolt sliding into place.
“Barba!” Sonny called out, though not too loudly. He didn’t want to risk drawing more attention to the situation from anyone potentially staying in the neighboring rooms.
However, the door remained firmly closed.
Struggling against the restraints, Sonny tried to bring his hands together to undo the fastenings. When that effort became clearly impossible, he lowered his face to the velcro straps securing the loops and tried pulling them off by gripping them with his teeth. When they remained unmoved, Sonny twisted his hands around until he could see that there was a secondary adjustable hook that latched the straps in place once they were secured.
Fuck, Sonny silently fumed
His mind raced with the various circumstances that held led him to this situation. Feeling helpless, he weighed his options. He could start yelling again, it would surely anger Barba but it was the only possible way he could get someone to intervene. Of course, security would come and subsequently call the police. They were in Manhattan, so it was likely SVU would get called if the responding uniformed officers suspected any sort of sexual element to the assault.
Ugh. No, not that.
Then again, the unis might just recognize either him or Barba and call SVU anyway.
Sonny turned red with shame just at the thought of Captain Benson being called down to handle the unit’s both current and former ADA getting into such a predicament.
The reality was that fighting against the restraints around his wrists was pointless and his only viable option was that he needed to talk some sense into Barba and get him to undo the velcro straps.
“Barba,” Sonny called again, his voice just above a whisper.
When there was no response, Sonny found himself with nothing left to do but fruitlessly struggle. The tight nylon restraints dug into his wrists the more he pulled at them. As the minutes ticked by, he grew tired. Finally giving up, Sonny maneuvered himself into the least uncomfortable position he could manage.
Settling, Sonny turned his head to lay on one of the displaced pillows and waited for Barba to reemerge. Staring at the nearby digital clock that sat on one of the nearby nightstands, he watched the minutes tick by. With his mind a chaos of emotion and apprehension, Sonny chose to focus on the mundane.
One, two, three … sixty.
Trying to accurately count the seconds, Sonny recited each number every time the minute changed. He didn’t manage to make it through ten minutes before his eyes began to droop. Even though he found it odd that he felt tired enough to fall into an uneasy slumber, part of him was very aware that it was a common coping mechanism for the body to shut down in times of extreme stress and fear.
Fear: it was never a word he before thought to associate with his former mentor. And yet now, he did.
Chapter 4
The metallic click of the bathroom door being unlocked quickly roused Sonny from unconsciousness. How long he had been out, he didn’t know. But it had been long enough for a wet patch of drool to form under his cheek and on the pillow. Instinctively, he went to wipe his face but was immediately hampered by the restraints still firmly in place.
Craning his neck, Sonny looked over his shoulder to see Barba emerge from the bathroom. The former ADA was clearly no longer being run ragged by his own emotions. Standing there, Barba was neat and presentable. Apparently, he had taken the time to shower and put on a fresh set of clothes.
Not yet fully awake, Sonny mumbled, “What…?”
Coming forward, Barba fiddled with one of the buttons on his sleeve. “What’s done is done. I hate to say it but there’s no turning back now.”
Dread clenched in Sonny’s belly, but he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going to kill me?”
“I wouldn’t talk much if I were you,” he said firmly. “I’ll just gag you if you do. And, no, I don’t think killing you will be necessary.”
His mouth suddenly went dry, Sonny’s tongue shifted to the roof of his mouth as he swallowed against the lump forming in his throat.
“Were you sleeping?” Barba asked, his tone unnaturally casual.
“I didn’t mean to,” Sonny softly confessed.
“Hmm,” Barba hummed in acknowledgment as he walked over to the desk and began searching through one of the drawers. “Good. It’s probably for the best. We’re going to have a late night.”
“Late? Barba, c’mon. Don’t …,” Sonny stammered. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t have me strapped to a bed against my will!”
Barba turned to shoot Sonny a cautionary glare.
“Sorry,” Sonny meekly apologized, remembering Barba’s prior threat about a gag. Then, when the other man resumed his search of the drawer, Sonny carefully asked, “What are you doing with restraints like these, Barba? Did you know I was coming?”
“No,” Barba answered.
“Then why have them?”
“Why do you think?”
Fear clawed at Sonny’s throat and strained his voice as he asked, “You’ve done this before? Tied someone down to your bed?”
“Yes,” Barba calmly replied. “Though on previous occasions, the other party has always been willing. This, this is a first for me.”
As he spoke, Barba turned, his search over and a pair of scissors in his hands.
“Shit!” Sonny shrieked, renewing his struggle against his bonds, and thrashed helplessly on the bed. “Barba! Don’t! Please just — don’t!”
“Hush!” Barba’s voice interjected like the crack of a whip. “I don’t want to hurt you, Carisi; at least not in a way that will leave scars.”
Sonny’s jaw tightened, as he turned his face down towards the pillow beneath it. Unshed tears were burning at the corners of his eyes and he refused to let them fall. It was a terrible situation to be in but he had to remind himself that he wouldn’t make it any better by panicking.
Once he felt as though he had his emotions in check, Sonny said, “This is not okay, Barba. You need help, psychological help.”
“And what,” Barba propositioned, as he came over to the side of the bed, “would a shrink tell me that I don’t already know? I know that when I am experiencing uncertainty in my life, I seek control as a form of stability. That’s all this is.”
“Okay, okay,” Carisi huffed, his mind scrabbling for reasons he could give Barba to change their present trajectory. “So if you want control, you have it. You get to decide how this goes, for both of us. But we both know the ramifications if this continues without my consent.”
“You’re offering your consent?”
“No. I didn’t say that,” Sonny immediately retorted. “I’m just saying that if you do anything more than what you have already done, there’s no undoing it. But you have the control. You can choose to undo the restraints and let me go. No harm, no foul.”
“But if I don’t?” Barba postulated. “What then, Carisi? What would you do? Let me answer that for you. You’ll do nothing. You’re your mother’s good Italian Catholic boy with strong traditional values. The shame alone is enough to prevent you from doing anything. And, on the off chance you gather the necessary fortitude to talk to someone about what takes place here tonight, I’m sure the statute of limitations will have long since passed.”
“But would you be able to live with yourself, knowing what you had done?” Sonny seethed quietly, angry that Barba would manipulate him this way.
“I think so, yes.”
“Then you are not the man I thought you were,” Sonny bitterly admitted. “You really are broken and cruel. And I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I am sorry I ever trusted you. I am sorry I was ever your friend.”
Barba’s countenance grew dark as he listened to Sonny’s words, the hues of his green eyes shaded under his knitted brow and the muscles in his jaw flexing as he clenched it. Leaning over the bed, Barba’s fingers snaked their way under Sonny’s collar, flipping it up and loosening his tie.
“Hey!” Sonny protested as his tie was lifted up and brought higher up on his neck. “Barba, stop. Listen to me, you’ve got to lism-mhu-eeh.” As the length of silk was slotted between his teeth and pulled tight, the rest of his words were garbled and muffled.
“I think you’ve done enough talking. Shall we begin?”
No! Sonny screamed but without the full use of his lips and tongue, he couldn’t enunciate anything more than strained sounds.
“Relax,” Barba instructed, “or at least, as much as you can. After all, you came here requesting that I blackmail you. And that is what I am doing. This is the price you are paying for my silence. You’ve brought this on yourself.”
But I never thought you’d do anything like this!
Pulling against the restraints, Sonny knew they would not yield, and yet he still tried, flailing on the bed like a fish out of water. He struggled, hoping that there was a chance one of the straps wrapped under the mattress would snap and he’d get free. Barba couldn’t stop him then, that he was sure. And even without his phone and missing a shoe, he’d still run until he was far away from his former mentor as his legs could carry him.
But each moment he spent contending with the restraints, he could feel the strength ebb from his muscles as they tired with effort. Finally, after many minutes of fighting to free himself, Sonny let his body go limp, yielding himself to the soft comforts of the mattress beneath his belly.
“I know I said it was going to be a long night,” Barba muttered. “But there’s no need to wear yourself out proving my point.”
Lowering the scissors he still held in his hand, he extended them and placed the open blades on either side of Sonny’s shirt sleeve.
Seeing what Barba was doing, Sonny gave a distinct moan of dissent.
“I know, I know,” Barba said, his tone almost placating. “It’s a nice shirt and so is the vest. But for what I have planned, I think it best to have you bare. Don’t worry though. I’ll keep what I can intact. You’ll have clothes to wear when you walk out of here.”
Sonny’s face contorted in fear and disgust as Barba closed the shears together with a grating snip. Trying to protest once more, no distinguishable words came from his mouth as he raged against what was being done to him. And it certainly didn’t stop Barba from meticulously cutting away at the fabric of his clothing.
It made Sonny sick: the carefulness of Barba’s deliberate actions. Cold metal blades touched his skin with every movement and yet Barba made sure it was only swathes of cotton, linen, and silk being cut.
Closing his eyes, Carisi did his best to avoid having to be present for what was happening. If he could escape, even if it was just in his mind, it was the only way he could rationalize getting through this experience. However, as it turned out, his own thoughts were not the place to seek a reprieve.
How is this even happening? Barba has been one of my closest friends and mentors for years! I trusted him! And now… now this?!
That one simple word: this. It was the only word he could use to describe what was taking place because bringing himself to even think ‘assaulted’ was too much, let alone contemplate the idea of being raped.
Barba wouldn’t?! Not that. Not after all the lives he’s seen destroyed by it. Not after all the work he has done to put those sorts of perpetrators away. This cannot be happening!
Gulping down his distress, Carisi held still as his clothes were slowly snipped into easily discarded pieces. Once Barba was done, the man stood back and viewed his work. The vestiges of Sonny’s shirt and vest now lay in scattered pieces on the floor.
Reaching down, the tips of Barba’s fingers traced along the smooth skin of Sonny’s spine.
Sonny shuddered. It made his skin crawl and his stomach soured from knowing the degrading touch he felt belonged to someone he had trusted so completely.
Naked from the waist up, Sonny tucked his bent arms so that they rested underneath him. Curling in on himself, he buried his face in the plushness of the white hotel pillow. How he wished there was enough slack in the connecting straps so he could bring his hands together and undo the velcro keeping him restrained.
“Arr-ah,” Sonny tried to speak Barba’s name even though the gag prevented it. But Sonny was desperate. There had to be something he could say that would stop all of this.
“Shhh,” Barba hushed him, moving around to the end of the bed. “We’ve only just gotten started.”
When Sonny felt a hand reach down and wrap around his ankle, he kicked out. Though he didn’t manage to strike Barba, he was rewarded with a sharp and disapproving cluck of the tongue.
“Tsk,” Barba hissed. “Come now, Carisi. I’m not asking for your consent but I do demand your obedience. Otherwise, I’ll have to reconsider going against my word and start hurting you.”
If Sonny had the ability to speak and an ounce of power in this situation, he would’ve mouthed off. But he had a feeling telling Barba something along the lines of ‘bite me’ would have caused the already violating situation to escalate to new heights of depravity. Consequently, Sonny remained compliant as he was stripped of his socks and remaining shoe.
Pressing his hips firmly into the mattress, Sonny hoped to deter Barba’s efforts at unfastening his belt and pants. But despite this, the other man was firm and methodical. Kneeling over Sonny’s legs, and pinning them to the bed with his shins, Barba’s unyielding fingers slithered down under his hips. Carefully, so as not to tear the fabric with sudden jerking motions, he undid the belt and unbuttoned Sonny’s pants. Once this was accomplished, Barba got off the bed and began to pull at each pant leg. It wasn’t a smooth process as Sonny was forcefully undressed, his pants snagged his underwear and they came down with them.
As the cool air brushed the skin of Sonny’s ass, he let out an unanticipated sob of grief. The last thing he wanted to do was cry but cry he did as he pressed his face into the pillow below. Like his trust, his clothes were now gone. In their place was left a profound sense of betrayal and heightened vulnerability.
Nothing was said as the younger man cried. Instead of making one of his trademark sassy remarks, Barba moved about the room quietly; picking up and folding the intact clothing and setting them on a nearby chair. The items destroyed by the blades of Barba’s scissors were then discarded in the bin next to the desk.
Finally, coming to stand at the end of the bed, Barba surveyed his handiwork.
“You know Carisi, I have to say it: you are a very pretty specimen. Far more pretty than I think you realize. Had you remained as a detective, I am sure there would’ve eventually been a perp that would’ve noticed. I suppose what I’m saying is: this sort of thing was always inevitable. Just be glad it’s me and not some stranger.”
Turning his head, Sonny shot Barba the most damning glare he could manage.
Fuck you, Barba! He inwardly screamed. Fuck you for ever pretending to be my friend. And fuck you for trying to justify what you are doing, you sick fuck! I fucking hate you! You will burn in hell for this, you disgusting excuse for a man.
“I suppose,” Barba continued, “you should be grateful that I’m doing this to you and not someone more vulnerable. Honestly, Carisi, think about it: I have finally caved to acting out something I’ve only fantasized about. And out of all the people who could’ve pushed me past my breaking point, at least it was you. You know all the resources and tools you’ll need to deal with any sort of trauma. And that’s how I can live with myself because I know, once we’re done, you’ll be fine.”
Fine?! No! Barba! I won’t be fine. And fuck you for trying to twist my sense of integrity and willingness to protect others into a reason for me to be okay with this. This is not okay!
Anger now surging again, it abated Sonny’s tears.
I can’t just lay here and take it, he thought. I have to resist. I have to fight!
Pressing his knees together, he tried to keep what shred of dignity he had left as he pulled himself as far away from Barba as he could. Extending his right arm, he wrapped the excess length of nylon tethering him to the bed in his fist. Breathing in deeply, he gave the strap an almighty yank.
“Oh, we’re struggling again, are we? Go ahead, Carisi, wear yourself out. That’s made with the same material they use to make seatbelts,” Barba commented as he observed from the sidelines. “If those straps can withstand high-speed collisions, I very much doubt your tugging at it is going to make a lick of difference. My biggest concern is you’ll yank your shoulder out of its socket.”
Panting and sweating, Sonny ignored Barba and continued to pull at the tether. The bed springs groaned underneath his knees and the mattress began to curve upwards but the woven nylon remained intact. With one last push, he hauled a strap up and back before he felt something in his arm pop.
“Ah!” He let out a gasp of pain and dropped back down onto the bed.
“Shit, Sonny!” Barba exclaimed, coming over to the right side of the bed. “I literally just said not to—“
Unable to keep quiet, Sonny interrupted Barba with a string of unintelligible expletives.
“Lower your voice,” Barba growled, “and I’ll take off the gag so you can tell me where it hurts.”
Immediately falling silent except for a constant grumble of pain, Sonny did as he was told. Once, Barba had loosened the knot, Sonny spat out the sodden fabric and exclaimed, “Fuck you, you mother fucking son of a bitch!”
With his done exceptionally dark, Barba replied, “Do you want to be in pain? Tell me where it hurts.”
“My fucking elbow,” Carisi growled.
“Good,” Barba replied. “Then it’s just a muscle strain or a small tendon tear.”
Lifting the silk of the tie back up, Barba ignored Sonny’s words of dissent as he retightened the knot.
“No, Barba. Arr-ah!”
“Give me a second,” Barba replied. “I’ll be right back.”
Walking over to the desk, Barba picked up the ice bucket before heading into the bathroom. Moments later, he returned, a plastic sack and a rolled-up hand towel in one hand and a small toiletry bag in the other.
Not wanting Barba to touch him, Sonny still relented when he was told to stretch out his arm. He lay on his left side warily eyeing Barba sat next to him and placed the towel-wrapped-ice on the joint before subsequently securing it by tying the two ends of the plastic bag around it.
“There,” Barba pronounced. “That should hold for a bit.”
I still hate you, Sonny silently grumbled, though Barba’s small act of kindness had taken the sharpness off of his anger.
Getting up from the right side of the bed, Barba disappeared out of Sonny’s line of sight. Closing his eyes, he braced himself for what he thought was coming next. Maybe if he walked through what he anticipated would happen, it wouldn’t be as terrible when it was actually happening.
There would be the jingle of a belt being unbuckled before the zip of a fly coming undone. Barba would then get right up behind him before pushing his legs apart wide enough he’d have easy access. Then to the worst part: there would be pressure and the tug of skin on skin. It was likely the next repeated motions would create tears in delicate tissue. There would be pain. He would bleed. Barba would climax. And then it would be over.
It will be over, the notion echoed in his head.
“Carisi,” Barba's voice broke through Sonny's thoughts, “you are really not going to like this next bit but I’m going to need you to get on your knees. You can keep your shoulders down and rest your arm but those hips need to be up.”
Glancing backward, Sonny watched as Barba riffled through the toiletry bag and pulled out a few small items. One of which was a disposable razor.
“Uuccr-eehu,” Sonny muttered through his gag with a grumble.
“I take it you’re saying ‘no’ in the form of vulgar insults,” Barba replied. “But do keep in mind that you have very little to no control here. I am going to do exactly what I want and I am more than capable of making you comply. It’s your choice: the easy way or the hard way.”
Sonny shook his head.
Just get on with it! Sonny raged silently. You don’t need to debase me any farther, you bastard!
“Trust me,” Barba growled, “it is easier to just get rid of the hair than let it tangle and catch once it gets matted with lube. Unless you’d rather I not use lube at all.”
Sonny knew that there was no avoiding whatever Barba had in store for him. He also knew that the anticipation of it all was beginning to edge him towards a state of panic of epic proportions. The thought of getting violated dry would not only make tearing a possibility but would guarantee it happening. With one last shake of his head and delicately cradling his arm against his chest, Sonny raised his hips and got onto his knees.
“Good boy,” Barba snarked, his patented sarcasm coloring his mocking words of praise. “Now spread your legs just a bit.”
Getting on the bed behind Sonny, Barba didn’t waste any time knocking Sonny’s shins to either side as he knelt between them.
Indignation seared through Sonny’s veins and he cocked a knee back just to thrust it back violently, kicking at Barba. This time he made contact.
“Oof,” Barba gasped as Sonny’s bare foot struck him.
And though Barba was reeling from being kicked, he wasted no time retaliating.
Less than a second after kicking Barba, Sonny felt the pads of Barba’s fingers as they struck his testicles.
Gasping, Sonny’s knees went out from under him and bile rose in his throat as he retched in agony. Unable to help himself, he curled up and whimpered at the pain.
“Why must you insist on making me hurt you?” Barba fumed. “I told you I would and yet you still act like you have no fear. What is wrong with you?”
There’s nothing wrong with me, Sonny silently answered. I’m just not some submissive fuck toy you can bend to your fucking will.
“This is your last warning, Carisi,” Barba continued. “Make me discipline you again and I’ll have to break out an actual gag that will keep you silent. I can make you suffer and you’ll regret being alive to experience it. Do you understand me?”
Still shaking from the pain, Sonny didn’t make a sound.
“I said do you understand me?” Barba repeated himself with a growl.
Sonny nodded his head in agreement. What other choice did he really have? He was no masochist and he was finding that pain was a strong motivator.
“Now back up on your knees. And don’t fucking kick me.”
Grinding his teeth down against the saliva-sodden silk of his tie, Sonny complied. With his head bent low, he hid his face in shame. He wanted to cry again but his fear kept the tears at bay.
A cool wet cloth was pressed between his cheeks as Barba wiped him clean of any of the day’s sweat and grime. Next came a muffled hissing sound as a can of shaving cream’s nozzle was pressed before the damp foam was applied to the skin surrounding his puckered hole.
Humiliation wasn’t a strong enough word for what was happening to him. And yet Barba was acting as though it was the most straightforward process and not a gravely cruel form of sexual assault.
Once Barba had finished applying the shaving cream, he began to use the razor. Cautious strokes of the blade were used to get rid of any hair from the sensitive area. Seemingly, Barba was not bothered by the actions he was taking as he began to speak.
“I am going to ask you a few questions, Carisi. You need to be completely honest because I will most definitely find out if you’re lying. Just tap on the bed to answer: one tap for yes, two taps for no. Do you understand?”
Begrudgingly, Sonny tapped once.
“Earlier you said you haven’t eaten today because you were nervous about talking to Ms. Hadid. Was that a factual statement?”
The question, though straightforward, was not one Sonny had expected. Then again, it was certain that Barba was prepping to penetrate him anally. It only made sense that the former ADA wanted to ensure he knew what he was running into once he breached Sonny’s virgin hole.
Shuddering at the realization of the context and the calculated callousness, Sonny tapped once.
“Have you taken a shit today?”
This question was worse than the first and Sonny had a hard time answering it. His mind raced, trying to remember such a mundane yet incredibly explicit personal matter. To complicate things, Barba was palming Sonny’s ass like a basketball in order to spread his cheeks apart. Sonny clenched.
“Hey!” Barba scolded, “Do you want me to nick you? Because that’s how you get nicked. Now, answer the question.”
Sonny tapped once for yes.
“Was it solid?”
Again, Sonny tapped once.
“Good,” Barba said, a bit of relief in his tone. “That means you’re probably clean enough and I won’t have to douche you. I wasn’t looking forward to trying to have you squat over a bucket while still tied down to the bed.”
Sonny growled in indignation at the mere thought.
“You know,” Barba relayed, “I probably don’t need to even bother asking this but have you ever been on the receiving end of anal sex?”
Sonny couldn’t even bring himself to dignify that question with a response.
Sighing, Barba finished shaving Sonny’s ass and wiped him off. Then, getting off of the bed, he headed over to a nearby closet. It opened with a creak and though a few articles of clothing hung on the rod and a suit case rested at the bottom, there was nothing that immediately drew Sonny’s attention. What could it be that Barba needed to get?
Taking down a large black box that had been sitting on the top shelf, Barba carried it over to the bed. He placed it down by the headboard so Sonny didn’t have to crane his neck to see it.
But before opening it, Barba explained, “This: this is very special. I saw it being used once in a femdom video and it shocked even me. Luckily, the domme was kind enough to drop a link to the product she used in the comments. I had to order it from the UK. It took months to get here and I haven’t yet had the chance to use it. There was no one I considered special enough to use it with. But you, Sonny, you are very special.”
With this pronouncement, Barba opened the box.
Sonny’s eyes went wide.
For all intents and purposes, it was a large black silicone snake. With a tapered head and thick scaly body, it was absolutely massive.
Staring at it, Sonny’s vision swam with an array of colors before blacking out completely.
Chapter 5
“Sonny?” a voice called his name. “Sonny?!”
“Barba?” he replied, his tongue feeling thick and wooly.
“Hey,” Barba said softly, “you back with me now?”
“Yeah,” Sonny answered, disoriented and confused.
“What’s going on with you? You keep losing consciousness on me. Though this time, I think you fainted.”
I fainted? Sonny wondered. And then it all came rushing back to him: abruptly showing up at Barba’s hotel, confronting him, Barba trying to get him to leave, them fighting, the restraints, having his clothes cut off of him, getting shaved, and lastly, seeing what it was Barba had in a big black box.
Jerking away from Barba’s deceivingly caring words and gentle touch, Sonny didn’t get far. He was still restrained. He felt an invisible pressure on his chest, it restricted his breathing and his panic rose. His breaths coming in rapid succession, Sonny thought he might pass out again.
“Sonny,” Barba gently hummed, “Easy there, Son. You’re okay. Just take a few deep breaths and try to relax.”
With his gag having already been removed while he was out, the thought of screaming flashed across his mind. But Sonny quickly opted to plead with Barba instead. It was not as though a scream wouldn’t be immediately silenced and subsequently punished. A scream would not guarantee help would come, either. He decided that he much rather have the ability to communicate.
“I can’t relax. Barba,” he begged quietly, “please, can we stop? I’m sorry for pushing you to do this, okay? Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll stay here. I’ll be quiet. I’ll do whatever you want. You can even leave me tied up. But, Rafa, that thing is like six feet long. If you force that inside of me, I’ll die. I know I will. Please, I don’t want to die. Not like this. Please, not like this.”
Barba didn’t respond right away to Sonny’s pleas. But when tears started to fall from Sonny’s eyes as he looked up at his former mentor, Barba gently wiped them away before then placing a chaste kiss on Sonny’s brow.
“You won’t die,” Barba stated.
“Please,” Sonny cried, feeling guilty that he was disregarding his own moral compass, “can’t you just have sex with me instead? I much rather take what’s between your legs than that, that monster!”
“Are you really asking me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Sonny stammered.
With a heavy sigh, Barba replied, “As I said, Carisi, you are a beautiful specimen. I’ll not corrupt you by violating you in ways that should be intimate. Besides, think of the DNA I’d leave behind.”
“No one has to know. Rafa! I won’t tell a soul. You know I won’t. That’s why you picked me, right?”
“Sonny,” Barba chided. “We are way past the point for bargaining. You have nothing to offer me that will change my mind. I have you and I will take what I want. There is no stopping me.”
“You have me now,” Sonny frantically rationalized. “But what about later, Barba, do you want me later? Do you want me whenever you want? Because you can have me. I will give myself to you. Not just this time but every time.”
“It sounds like you asking me to keep you like a pet.”
“Or a boyfriend,” he stuttered.
“Boyfriend? Sonny, you’re straight.”
“So? Does it matter?”
“A relationship is more than just physical intimacy, you know.”
Getting up from where he sat on the bed, Barba paced a bit. This was the first time since he had emerged from the locked bathroom that he was showing any sign of real emotion.
Was it possible that Barba’s outward portrayal of decisive calmness this past hour was just him going into some sort of dissociative-like state? A state where Barba’s mind retreated to a place he could assert power and control because he felt overwhelmed and unable to cope. Which in turn resulted in his behavior resembling that of someone on a sort of dementedly sadistic autopilot.
Sonny’s heart hammered in his chest. This was possibly his only way out of this mess. He had to convince Barba that he was serious about establishing and maintaining a romantic relationship with him, even if it meant going against some of his most fundamentally held beliefs.
Stopping his pacing, Barba asked, “Do you trust me? Answer me honestly, Sonny.”
Trembling at the potential repercussions, Sonny admitted, “I used to…”
“Then wouldn’t I be a fool to trust you to keep any promising you make for the future?”
“I wouldn’t call you a fool,” Sonny bitterly conceded, “but yes, I suppose you shouldn’t trust me. But, Barba, just because you shouldn’t doesn’t mean you can’t. I swear on my mother’s life, you can trust me. I want to be your boyfriend and all that entails. I’ll take you home with me to Staten Island for Sunday family dinners and everything. Please, Barba, please. You can trust me.”
Sighing, Barba said, “As tempting as your offer might be, Sonny, I really don’t think you’d follow through.”
The finality of Barba’s statement brought Sonny to another bought of tears. He couldn’t recall a time in the past he cried this much and yet there was no stopping it. Sobs tore from his chest and he could only breathe in with shuddering gasps. As much as he wanted to reason with Barba, all Sonny could do was cry.
Leaving his side, Barba left briefly only to come back with a damp washcloth.
“Oh, Sonny,” he said gently, wiping the tears and mucus running down Sonny’s face. “I know you don’t want this, but you don’t have to make such a fuss.”
“It’s hu - humiliating and de - degrading,” Sonny hiccuped through the tears. “This shouldn’t be - be happening. I used to be a - a cop. And I - I trusted you.”
“This isn’t going to last forever,” Barba soothed. “And I promise, it won’t kill you. Besides, it’s extremely flexible and only three and a half feet long, not six.”
Shaking his head, Sonny tearfully lamented, “It’s too big, Barba. It’s too big.”
“You'll be fine. I've seen this done before.”
“In porn!”
Barba glared.
“Do you need me to put your gag back on?”
“No,” Sonny said with a shake of his head. “Barba, please, no.”
Instead of replying, Barba moved from the side of the bed down to the end.
As Sonny craned his neck to see, he noticed that the black box had been moved to the foot of the mattress.
Was this really happening?!
“It seems sort of strange,” Barba said, his tone once again falsely casual. “You keep calling me Barba as if we’re merely work colleagues. But I think we’ve moved past that, don’t you? This is a far more intimate situation, so if you must call me anything, use my given first name. And not that pet name you picked up from Liv, either.”
“Rafael.”
“Yes,” Barba stated. “Unless you’d rather use terms like ‘sir’ and ‘master’ which are more typical in these types of scenes.”
Even hearing the terminology left a lump in Sonny’s throat. Still, he shook his head.
“Okay,” Barba said, exhaling deeply. “I think we’re finally ready to get started. Now, I know it’s intimidating.”
“I’m not intimidated,” Sonny interjected, his voice raw. “Rafael, I’m scared. Don’t you get that?”
“I have a perfect understanding of the situation I’ve put you in,” Barba replied. “Inducing fear is not accidental. Fear makes you easier to control.”
Gulping, Sonny softly begged for the last time, “Please don’t do this.”
His voice laced with pity, Barba replied, “It’s too late. Now, you can keep laying down for this part but later I’m going to have you get up on your knees when I use the toy. Understood?”
“Yes, Ba — Rafael,” Sonny whispered, his whole body tensing up and preventing him from even raising the volume of his voice.
Sonny could feel the shifting of the mattress beneath him as Barba’s weight was added to the bed.
“So pretty,” Barba murmured softly as he pushed Sonny’s legs open.
He wasn’t looking but he could feel Barba touching him, with his strong masculine hands. They were nothing like the slender fingers of a woman, especially not as Barba tucked his hand down between Sonny’s legs and wrapped it around his testicles. Rolling the tender balls between his fingers, Barba let out a sound somewhere between a hum and a growl.
Fear and disgust writhed in Sonny’s belly. He knew that with one tight squeeze of his hand, Barba could have him gagging in agony. But besides that, Sonny couldn’t help but feel that Barba’s apparent lusts and desires were wholly unnatural. It was deplorable, the way Barba was engaging in such a depraved manner. It went against his most sincere and, and not to mention, religious beliefs: to objectify or be the object of another man’s sexual desire.
Guilt gnawed at him.
Sonny had even offered to enter into such practices willingly had Barba agreed not to use the snake. Surely that was a sin as well.
Mumbling some other words Sonny’s ears could not quite capture, Barba had removed his hand only to place it as well as the other hand on each of Sonny’s ass cheeks. Barba spread him open and the cool air of the room grazed against his freshly shaven skin.
Sonny felt so bare and exposed and he feared he’d die from embarrassment as Barba leaned down a drew the wet surface of his tongue across Sonny’s sensitive flesh.
“Don’t,” Sonny groaned with a hitch in his chest.
It was vile and abhorrent, what Barba was doing.
“Never been eaten out before?” Barba questioned. “Really, Sonny? Not even by a woman?”
Through gritted teeth, Sonny confessed, “Never.”
“Then,” Barba said, “you’ve been dating the wrong sorts of women.”
Shifting uneasily, Sonny tried to stay still. Repulsed as he was, he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. His tender hole twitched and spasmed tightly with every wet caress or press of lips.
“I must say,” Barba stated, between additional strokes of his tongue, “your tight little ass is just as pretty as the rest of you. It tastes pretty too, almost earthy but with a hint of sweetness. I can tell you keep yourself clean, unlike other men. I would, though, prefer if you would unclench just a bit so I taste a bit of that inner pinkness.”
His teeth gritted together closed and Sonny couldn’t bring himself to respond. It was bad enough that he was being forced to endure such deplorable behavior. But, having that behavior described to him in vivid detail was just making a bad situation worse.
“Do you like how that feels?” Barba asked, his breath hot on Sonny’s hole.
Sonny silently answered with a meek shake of his head.
Huffing indignantly, Barba ceased his licking and pulled back.
At that moment, Sonny was relieved. Unfortunately, that relief was short-lived.
With his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched closed, Sonny could only listen as there was a pop of a capped lid and the oozing sound of viscous liquid. A second later, the cool and slimy sensation of lube smeared between his cheeks sent Sonny scrambling. With his wrists secured, he could do nothing besides try and angle his lower half away from Barba.
“Sonny,” Barba grumbled, grabbing the inside of a thigh and roughly repositioning the younger man. “Knock it off. You’ve already thoroughly exhausted all your options and continuing to resist me is pointless. Besides, don’t act as though you’re some sort of naïve virgin.”
Wanting to counter in some way, Sonny instead found himself completely frozen as a slick digit was prodding the outside of his anal opening. His whole body tensed and his fists curled in the bedclothes beneath him as Barba’s finger slowly pushed through the tight ring of muscle.
“That’s it,” Barba muttered. “It’s just a finger. You’re okay.”
“Ra-Rafael,” Sonny said through stuttering breaths.
It was distressing, though not excruciating. But the twinge of pain was enough to start inducing him into a panic.
“Shhh,” Barba hushed him. “Just relax and let your body get accustomed to it.”
But there was no getting used to such a violating intrusion, and he could feel his heart rate rising as it became harder and harder to breathe.
This was also no doctor’s examination, despite Barba’s even and composed demeanor. In a medical setting, there might be some discomfort but assuredly the doctor would be wearing rubber gloves. Instead, Sonny found himself actively trying to ignore the sensations of warm skin-to-skin contact and the odd press of Barba’s fingertip. To make matters worse, his body was having instinctual reactions to what was happening. It was too much. All of it was just too much.
“Wait!” Sonny suddenly exclaimed, heat flaring up through his whole body and settling on his face. “Rafael, stop. You have to stop.”
“Sonny, settle down. I told you, you’re fine.”
“No,” Sonny huffed. “It’s not that. If you don’t stop, I might end up . . . shitting myself.”
“You’re feeling the sudden urge to defecate?”
“Yes,” Sonny stuttered.
“Good,” Barba replied, nonchalantly. “Don’t fight it. Relax into it.”
Mortified by such an instruction, Sonny replied, “This is sick, Rafael. Please don’t make me do this.”
Barba sighed, “I know this is your first time but it’s not mine. And in my experience, I very much doubt there’s anything in your system that needs immediate clearing out. It’s just an urge trigged by digital penetration. It will pass. But rest assured, I am prepared to clean us both up if you do end up making that sort of mess.”
Biting his lip, Sonny barely kept himself from saying that he rather die. The humiliation was awful enough on its own, he didn’t need to complicate things by wishing for death. Instead, he remained quiet and still. And as each moment passed he felt the rigidity fall from his limbs as he became more and more pliant.
Minutes passed and Sonny silently noted that as much as he hated being forcefully anally penetrated and violated, Barba’s actions so far were actually becoming bearable. Instead of sawing in and out of him, the tip of Barba’s finger was applying subtle pressure as it stroked a spot inside of him.
Sonny muffled a moan.
Whatever Barba was stroking, it felt . . . different, electric, even. But not electric like a sharp shock but more of a warm buzz that was spreading through his whole body.
“That’s it, Sonny,” Barba hummed. “Just relax.”
When he felt Barba’s finger ease out of him, Sonny glanced over his shoulder to see what was happening. Still terrified of the silicone snake, he was relieved to recognize a slim container of lubrication in Barba’s hand.
“Don’t worry,” Barba said as he smeared more lube on his fingers. “I’m still working on prepping you. The toy is too flexible to push past much resistance. And you’re still far too tight for me to get it in.”
Sonny whined in frustration and discomfort as he returned his head to the comforts of the pillow beneath it. He didn’t want to be prepped open to be violated. But saying that aloud wouldn’t change the fact that he had no choice in the matter.
He felt Barba’s finger once again prodding at his backdoor. And though he clenched against the intrusion, there was less resistance as Barba pressed inside of him. A few soft strokes later and the first finger was joined by a second.
“Rafael,” he bemoaned at the stretch. “Too much.”
“It’s not too much,” Barba chided. “You just need to loosen up Sonny.”
“Can’t,” Sonny replied with a shake of his head.
“Hmm? You mean you can’t take something like this?” Barba questioned as he V-ed his fingers open.
Gasping at the sensation of the expanding digits inside him, Sonny lowered his head and bit down on the pillowcase.
Waiting for a beat, Barba said, “Looks like you took it just fine to me. Let’s keep trying that, shall we?”
His voice muffled by the pillow, Sonny screamed in indignation. He wanted to kick out at the man violating him but anticipation of painful repercussions, along with a healthy dose of fear, kept his temper in check.
As Barba continued to V his fingers open and close, one of the fingers was brushing against that very particular spot again and the strange sensations it elicited. His eyes falling shut, Sonny let his mind focus on that electric feeling rather than the mechanics of what was happening to him. Like white noise clouding his brain, he let it wash over him.
Once again, the minutes ticked by, and with them, they pulled the tension from Sonny’s muscles and bones.
“Good boy,” Barba praised him softly.
He could feel the heat of Barba’s breath against his skin just a second before the other man pressed a kiss on Sonny’s lower back, right above his left ass cheek.
Sonny would’ve grumbled at this but there was an odd sort of pressure beginning to mount. It was like nothing he had experienced before. It was as though Barba was pulling at invisible strings within him, weaving them into some intricate pattern with only the motions of his fingers.
Barba’s smooth movements were that of someone well-practiced. As he alternated between the come-hither motions and the occasional V-ing of his fingers, the slickness of the lube ensured that his digits glided along with relative ease. Repetitive and rhythmic, the actions were almost mesmerizing.
As his whole body was beginning to tense, Sonny found himself beginning to pull his knees up under him.
“Rafael,” he gasped, his breaths becoming shorter.
“Ride it out,” Barba instructed, his fingers still resolute in their motions. “Even if you feel like you’re losing complete control of your body, don’t try to stop it.”
Even with his eyes squeezed shut, Sonny was seeing stars. And then, simultaneous with a sharp intake of breath, he reached some sort of peak. Waves of pressure seemed to be released and his whole body trembled. It was as though he’d been disconnected from the world and totally immersed in a cloud made of soft yet intense sensation. By the time the waves settled down to mere ripples, he was completely exhausted.
“Fuck,” Sonny muttered in a husky whisper.
He knew he had had some physiological response but still, it wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced or knew he could experience.
Behind him, Barba removed his fingers briefly before adding in a third. There was no burning at the stretch this time, even with the slight push and pull motion Barba was using.
“What…?” Sonny questioned.
Answering him, Barba explained, “I find orgasms from internal simulation of the prostate are much more powerful than external ones. Additionally, there’s little to no refractory period. And with all those endorphins flooding your system, it really helps to loosen you up.”
“I … I came?” Sonny uncertainly wondered aloud. “I’m not … I’m not even hard.”
“Time to get on your knees, Sonny,” Barba instructed.
Barely registering what was being said to him, Sonny let Barba move him into position. He felt groggy, almost drunk. Looking down, he stared at his limp cock hanging between his thighs. It was dripping, and not with lube either. Drops of clear fluid were freely leaking out of his cock and falling to the bedspread below.
Sonny felt the blush of shame heating his cheeks.
What was happening to him? This was all very wrong. His former mentor was basically raping him; and using his fingers alone, Barba had managed to make him orgasm like some sort of cheap and easy broad.
“Rafael?” he whispered just loud enough over the sloshing noises being made by the fingers and lube in his ass. “Can we stop? Please. I don’t know if I can handle any more, at least not mentally.”
“By the time you’re incapable of speech,” Barba countered, “then I will know you aren’t capable of handling anything more.”
“Do you plan on stopping then?”
“I might. We’ll see.”
Chapter 6
Sonny knew there was a term for what he was trying to do. It was called dissociation. There was little wonder why he was doing it. It was easier to no longer associate himself with what was happening to him physically than continue to face the fact that he was being raped.
Actually, a voice in his mind chided, the penal code stipulates that for the charge of rape to be applied, the perpetrator must engage in sexual intercourse with the victim. Since Barba has only used his fingers, the charge would be aggravated sexual abuse in the second degree. But once he uses that freakishly long dildo, you can tack on sexual abuse in the first degree.
However, as the victim, he would not be assuming his role as ADA. He wouldn’t be upping the charges against Barba at all.
It would be satisfying though: personally bringing charges against the former ADA assigned to SVU.
Closing his eyes, Sonny envisioned the scene. He’d be standing in the courtroom, expensively dressed in a sharp suit and a pair of shined-up Oxfords, presenting the evidence like it had happened to someone else and not to him. His face would be contorted in righteous rage as he detailed for the jury all the corrupt and heinous acts that Rafael Barba had committed. And Barba, he would …
He would wipe the floor with you, Sonny’s internal dialogue supplied. Barba went to Harvard. You went to Fordham Law. It’s not an even matchup and you know it.
He wouldn’t represent himself either. A lawyer who represents themselves has a fool for a client. And you know that Barba doesn’t abide fools.
What then? Sonny thought. I couldn’t prosecute him and he wouldn’t represent himself either.
He knew what would happen. He’d be sitting behind the state-assigned prosecutor with his friends and family. They’d surround him in a cocoon of protection. But he would still be unable to keep his eyes off the back of his former mentor’s head. Barba, of course, would be sitting with his defense attorney, his eyes straight forward. Steadfast and determined, he’d never even glance back over his shoulder at him.
Would Barba do that because he was afraid he might burn beneath the heated glares of hatred? Or rather, would he do it as an exhibition of complete control as he feigned innocence? Crimes involving sex were, after all, not the easiest things to prove. Especially if Barba kept his word and didn’t — Carisi shuddered — use his penis to fuck him. Would Barba claim it had been consensual or pretend like it never happened at all?
But this was all predicated on Sonny bringing charges.
Barba was right.
It was doubtful Sonny would do that. Even now, as he knelt naked, his ass exposed as Barba sexually abused him with multiple fingers, he knew that the title of ‘victim’ was one he did not want to claim. The shame of it was just too much to bear. So he here was, dissociating and getting lost in thoughts of being in court instead of being present in this awful reality.
And just as Sonny knew he would not disclose what happened this evening to anyone. He also knew that dissociation during traumatic events often was a precursor to developing PTSD.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder: it was a nasty fate.
A bout of anger surged through Sonny’s veins. The intensity of his hatred towards Barba, had it been made of something other than emotion, could’ve burned through him. It was as if his rage was molten metal, pouring through him and casting off bits of hot slag in sparks of hostility.
Fight back!!! Sonny’s mind screamed at him. Get out of this and kill the mother fucker!
But the ache in the crux of his arm, where he had pulled or maybe even torn a ligament from yanking at the restraints, throbbed numbly. It was a constant reminder: he wasn’t physically capable of getting out of this, no matter how hard he tried.
Despair wasn’t enough to temper his anger. However, it pulled him back into the sharpness of his reality. Overcome by emotion, Sonny let out a gasping sob.
Behind him, the even tone of Barba’s voice resonated with calculated composure.
“More tears, Sonny? I thought we were past the crying phase.”
Though his face was damp with a mixture of the tears and the mucus dripping from his nose, Sonny still snapped back in anger.
“Fuck you, Rafael. You know exactly what you are doing. You know I will never, ever get passed what you are doing to me. I wish — I wish you would just kill me.”
“Kill you?” Barba replied, the shock in his voice palpable. “Sonny, you can’t be serious.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life as a victim,” Sonny countered, though jagged breaths. “Not a cop or a lawyer, not a son or a brother, but as a victim. I’ll never be anything else. I’ll never be a husband or a father, Rafael. You have stolen my life from me, so you might as well kill me.”
Barba heaved a heavy sigh.
“That’s a worst-case scenario. Besides, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. Who knows, you may even like it.”
“No!”
“Watch your volume,” Barba hissed. “You know what I’ll do if you don’t.”
With a shake of his head, Sonny lowered it to the pillows below and let the tears silently fall.
Then came the now-familiar snapping sound of the lid on the tube of lube. He felt it dribbling down the crease between his ass cheeks as it met Barba’s still-inserted fingers at the point where they were still fucking him at a slow and lazy pace.
The addition of more lubrication could only mean one thing: Barba was nearing the end of his preparations. Soon, Sonny was going to find himself impaled on more than just a few fingers. Sloppy noises issued from where Barba had forced his body open wide for insertion. Sonny could even feel the slight brush of fabric on his cheeks where the cuffs of Barba’s dress shirt were whispering along his skin.
For a second, Sonny felt a pang of dismay at the thought of getting such fine clothes soiled by the excessive amount of lube that was being used. Then, chagrined that the thought had even crossed his mind, he did and said nothing as Barba continued. The ever-fluctuating emotions crisscrossing his mind kept him unbalanced, pliable, and, most of all, subdued.
Had Barba known this whole time that this is how it would go? That the fear, anger, despair, shame, humiliation, and outrage would undermine his ability to maintain any sort of composure. That all of it would effectively hobble him like some sort of tamed creature, rendering him defenseless and vulnerable. Had Barba known?
Fuck.
There was no answering his question. Instead, Barba began once again to command Sonny’s attention.
“Sonny, you’re going to have to listen to me now and respond when I speak to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Rafael,” came Sonny’s meek reply.
“And no more talk of how you would rather be dead. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Rafael,” Sonny muttered through gritted teeth.
If Barba didn’t want him speaking those words, then fine. He wouldn’t say them aloud. But he would continue to think it: that he wanted to be dead. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted Barba dead as well. He wanted his former mentor gasping for breath as he wrapped his hands around Barba’s neck and squeezed until the man was deceased. And though shame blossomed at the thought of committing such a mortal sin, Sonny rolled around in the idea like a pig in the muck.
“I am not sure how good of a look you got at my special toy snake, Sonny,” Barba continued, seemingly obvious to the turmoil his actions were invoking. “But it is a thing of beauty, it really is. There is a flared base at the end, so it doesn’t taper off like a real snake’s tail. But that’s a safety feature, it ensures that it doesn’t get pushed completely inside. If that sort of thing happens, it’s a one-way ticket to the ER.”
Sonny nearly snorted in disbelief. That thing was so long, he knew that no way could that possibly happen. At least, he hoped not.
“It’s crafted out of smooth silicone,” Barba continued. “It’s easy to clean. Though, I admit, I haven’t used it before now. But besides that, it has these detailed scales and ridges on it to mark how deep it’s gone. And the head of the snake, it’s really shaped like one. There’s a blunt nose that tapers into a bit of a bulbous head, but that’s the widest part. The rest of the body isn’t that wide. Really, it’s not. I would say the circumference is just smaller than that of a silver dollar.”
Not knowing how to respond, Sonny said nothing at first. Instead, he felt his belly churn at Barba’s practically loving description of the sex toy.
It’s just a toy, he told himself. It’s just a toy that is being used as intended. If Barba uses it properly, it won’t hurt. It’s supposed to be pleasurable.
Sonny had no intention of deriving any pleasure from the object but he knew that he wasn’t going to avoid it being used on him. Besides, he had exhausted all his options. He had fought, bargained, and pleaded. Better for him to come to grips with his reality now instead of tensing up and prolonging the process.
“Just do it,” Sonny finally said, his voice muffled as he buried it in the pillows. “Rafael, please. Get it over with.”
When Barba replied, Sonny could tell there was a wide grin on the other man’s face, even if he couldn’t see it.
“And I thought you’d never ask.”
Sonny could feel Barba’s fingers flex inside of him as they were slowly drawn out. But before the full length of the digits had left his desecrated hole, Sonny realized that Barba had the nose of the snake already butting up against his puckered entrance. Instinctively, he tightened and wished he could prevent the inevitable.
“Sonny,” Barba chided, “relax.”
“I can’t,” Sonny gasped his earlier expressed desire to ‘get it over with’ quickly forgotten. “Please, no. No, no, no…”
Like a broken record, he pleaded for Barba to stop as his former mentor used the tips of his fingers to spread Sonny’s ass wide and eased in the head of the snake.
Blunt nose first, the toy penetrated him and Sonny could only inhale sharply as efforts to keep the intrusion at bay failed. As he released the air in his lungs, he could feel the widening bulbous head push into him as the rim of his asshole flared out around the widest portion of the snake’s silicone skull.
“Oh fuck!” Sonny exclaimed as finally the head popped inside his rectum.
The ring of muscle along the rim of his ass burned at the exertion of having to spread so wide.
“Head’s in,” Barba noted gleefully. “You should see yourself, Sonny. It looks like it’s a part of you. It’s almost as if you’ve grown another appendage.”
Shifting uneasily, Sonny said nothing. And though silent tears streamed down his face, he knew better than to give his disgust and revulsion voice. Besides, he had to admit it, the stretch of the snake’s head was no worse than the stretch he had felt around Barba’s fingers. The toy was pressing against that very particular spot that had given Sonny those electric feelings earlier. And the weight of it tugged teasingly at the inner rim of his ass. Couple those two sensations together and Sonny wasn’t as horrified as he initially thought he would be.
Barba’s fingers briefly grazed along the plump swell of Sonny’s ass cheeks as the former ADA gripped the toy just below the base of the head. With persistent yet cautious effort, Barba pushed it further inside Sonny’s rectal cavity.
His jaw fell open and Sonny repeatedly gulped in one lungful of air after another. Words were failing him as he tried to comprehend the sensations he was perceiving. He felt full; too full. And it was all so wrong. It was the reverse of all the experiences he had ever had in his lifetime. Where he was well acquainted with the sensation of defecation, this was the reverse of that. It was unnatural.
“Rafael,” Sonny gasped, unable to escape the feeling of total defilement, “take it out. Please, take it out.”
However, despite Sonny’s pleas, Barba kept slowly easing in more and more of the snake’s length.
The experience of being penetrated completely and Barba’s lack of communication left Sonny feeling utterly helpless. It was as if his consciousness or his soul could have been removed from his body and been left on the outside: a passive observer. Because, as of this moment, he had no tangible will of his own and was totally incapable of interceding and preventing the events that were occurring.
He knew he couldn’t with any accuracy estimate the amount of length that had been pushed past the rim and into his rectum but Sonny was sure that it was far too much. That was until pain shot through him like he had been pierced or stabbed with something far more sharp and solid than the blunt rubber nose of a sex toy.
Sonny couldn’t help it; he screamed. Still, knowing Barba would gag him again, he tried to swallow down the volume of his cry and was left gasping out a sob.
“Shh,” Barba hushed Sonny, calmly explaining. “We’ve just reached the S-curve that connects your anal passage to the rest of your intestinal tract.”
His fingers clenched the bedspread beneath him, the fabric bunching and folding in his grip. Sonny's knuckles turned white as he gasped, his breath ragged and shallow, each inhale a struggle against the waves of discomfort crashing through him.
“You,” he wondered aloud, though his voice kept hitching because of the pain, “you really get - get off on this … sort of thing?”
Behind him, Barba shifted his weight, bringing himself up onto his knees and pressing himself up against the back of one of Sonny’s thighs. Through the fabric of the other man’s pants, he could feel the firm bulge of an erection.
“Does that answer your question?”
Numbly, Sonny nodded.
He wanted to tell Barba that he was a ‘sick fuck,’ but he was wise enough not to voice this aloud.
Still in pain, Sonny was relieved when Barba drew back and with him, he pulled part of the snake back as well.
“With a little trial and error,” his former mentor explained, his tone a blend of reassurance and determination, “I’ll find the right angle and be able to push past the curve.”
“Too big,” Sonny muttered, knowing his complaints would fall on deaf ears. “It’s too big, Rafael.”
Once again, Barba began pushing more of the snake inside Sonny’s rectum. This time, when it hit the curve, Sonny was able to prevent himself from screaming though the pain was worse. What was sharp before had now escalated into searing agony that seemed to radiate from the depths of his core throughout his entire being.
Gasping, Sonny involuntarily wailed.
“Ma!”
Like a scared child, he had cried out for his mother.
With a tut of his tongue, Barba adjusted the angle of the snake.
“There’s no need for hysterics, Dominick. Call for your mother again and my response will be to make you start calling me ‘daddy.’ It would be a first for me: taking on that familial title. But I’m sure you wouldn’t like calling me that now, would you?”
“No, Rafael,” Sonny said, as every fiber of his being screamed in protest.
Utterly defeated, he felt the humiliation twist at his insides.
Though, after this brief exchange, there were no more words between them. Instead, the only sounds Sonny could hear were the occasional snap of a lid as Barba applied more lube and the shuddering breaths escaping his own lips.
Over and over again, the snake was pushed into him until it met the curved bend of his colon. And time and time again, there was no headway made. With each failed attempt, Barba would become frustrated. Growling softly, he'd apply more lube and try another angle.
This continued for at least an hour, Sonny was sure. He could, after all, keep his eyes trained on the brightly lit red numbers of the clock resting on the nightstand next to him. And it was nearly 2:00 am when the last of the strength Sonny had began to ebb. He had been instructed to remain on his knees but his legs were losing their rigidity.
The snake’s head continued to butt against the bruised and battered curve. Then, one of Sonny’s legs slipped. And as the angle of his body changed, so did the angle of the bend within him.
Gasping, Sonny felt the toy push past the curve and further into him than it had ever gone before.
“That’s it,” Barba exclaimed, clearly excited. “Good boy. Take it in.”
It was as though the snake had taken on a life of its own, winding and curling like a serpent as it navigated the hidden depths of his body.
His breath hitching, Sonny began to hyperventilate. But trying to regulate his breathing and move away from what was happening to him was pointless. With every slight movement, the snake within him wound its way further inside his body.
“Stop moving,” Barba ordered.
Instantly, Sonny froze.
“It’s only about halfway in. I’m going to pull it out a bit and see if I can’t get more in.”
More? Oh, fuck. I can’t handle more!
Sonny nearly voiced his thoughts aloud on the subject when the snake began to slowly ease out of him. His eyes rolling back and his lids fluttering, Sonny moaned at the new sensation. After hours of torturous pain, the relief he felt as the snake slithered out of him was practically glorious.
Behind him, Barba chuckled.
“Like that, do you?”
Realizing he had inadvertently conveyed that he was slightly experiencing what could be construed as pleasure, Sonny vehemently shook his head ‘no.’
“Sonny,” Barba growled, “I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me you like it.”
Scared, Sonny hesitated. And even when he spoke, he could only muster a whisper.
“No.”
“No? You sure?” Barba’s voice held a thin veiled threatening tone.
Shaking his head, Sonny shivered. The snake was mostly out of him now, though the head still rested within him, just past the curve.
“Sonny,” Barba prodded, “are you sure you don’t like it?”
“No,” Sonny said, his voice trembling.
“No, what?”
“No, I — I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything,” Sonny admitted.
Hearing this remark, Barba once again began to push the freakishly long toy back inside the younger man. And beneath his touch, Sonny whimpered.
It was true, he didn’t feel sure of how to feel about his body being violated and manipulated in such a despicable fashion. But one thing Sonny knew for sure, Barba had officially lost all sense of what was right and what was wrong.
Though the thought didn’t remain with Sonny long as the snake slithered within his guts. He knew it wasn’t real but it felt as though it was writhing. Internally, he could feel his belly cramping at the intrusion. But instead of rejecting the foreign object, this reaction only seemed to be drawing it further in.
“Ho,” Barba crowed, “nearly two-thirds this time.”
He won’t be satisfied until it’s fully inserted! Sonny realized. Shit. Even if there are people out there who enjoy this sort of thing, I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve been in no way acclimated to such an extreme practice. This thing is going to cause a tear in my intestine. Barba might actually end up killing me.
With his own mortality looming before him, Sonny’s mental fortitude fractured and then crumbled. Even as the Barba withdrew the snake once more, his mind remained adrift. Relief mixed with suffering as they came in tandem waves, lapping at what remained of his senses.
The abstract concept that was time eluded him. It no longer held any meaning. Each push and pull of the long silicone toy, the weight of it heavy in his gut, further splintered the pieces of his consciousness. Though his body was tethered to the bed, his perception blurred everything around him and everything that was happening to him.
He could’ve been there for hours longer or mere minutes, Sonny had no idea. However, he did know that, after multiple attempts, the silicone creature had been fully seated deep within him. Along with the ache and sharp twinges of pain, he felt the round base of the toy flush against the rim of his ass.
Barba was silent as he removed it for the final time.
Shivering and exhausted from remaining on his knees for so long, Sonny collapsed. A sheen of sweat covered his body and dripped from his brow though he barely registered anything besides his throbbing limbs, ass, and belly. Concrete thoughts still eluded him. Only sensations remained such as the slick feel of excess lube dripping from his ass, sliding thickly down his taint, and glazing his testicles.
These sensations were the only way he knew he was still alive. Though, even then, he wasn’t too sure. He couldn’t move. He could barely breathe.
“Sonny?”
He heard his former mentor’s voice question him. And though Barba’s tone was soft and gentle, Sonny squeezed his eye’s tightly shut against the sound, as if by doing so he could block it out. And while he was incapable of much at the moment, he knew that he wouldn’t — no, he couldn’t — give Barba the satisfaction of a response.
Barba’s fingers trailed gently down Sonny’s lower back, stopping to cup his ass.
“You were so good for me,” Barba said, his voice the barest of whispers. “Thank you.”
His eyes, already raw and sore from crying, eked out the last tears he would shed into the damp pillowcase. They were finally done and what relief Sonny felt was overshadowed by the fear that still kept him compliant.
Compliant.
Yes, that was all he could be in that moment as he numbly realized that Barba was undoing the restraints and releasing Sonny’s wrists from the tightly woven nylon straps. It was only once they were off did he realize that though he hadn’t lost his life, he had certainly lost a part of himself. As that black silicone snake had thoroughly penetrated him, all the fight had been slowly pushed out and extracted from his soul.
An odd sense of hollowness washed over Sonny as he lay there motionless.
“Sonny?” Barba’s voice came again. “You can leave now.”
With his eyes still closed, Sonny couldn’t bring himself to do anything. His only compulsion was to fall into the void the rifts in his soul had created as Barba had so easily cracked him open.
The flat of Barba’s warm hand came to rest on Sonny’s shoulder.
“Sonny?” Barba said, his tone a touch more stern.
When there was no response to his words, he became more stringent in his actions. The flat of his hand now gripped Sonny as Barba gave him a slight shake.
“Carisi, look at me.”
Unable to resist any order given to him by the former ADA, Sonny’s eyes flashed open and he met Barba’s stare with a dull and unblinking deadman’s gaze.
“Oh Sonny,” Barba voiced, “have I broken you?”
Sonny didn’t bother responding as the answer was apparent to them both.
Strong hands maneuvered him closer, rolling him onto his side. A gentle push and Sonny found himself staring up at the ceiling. Seamless crows-feet patterned ridges of mudded spackle splayed across the flat white surface. Dull light cast long shadows along the deep corners of the room as Sonny lay there numb and despondent.
It wasn’t long, though, until his view of the ceiling was obscured by the face of his former mentor. Barba had moved from his position off to the side until he was crouched over Sonny on all fours. And while he couldn’t bring himself to meet Barba’s line of sight, he could see the hunger that remained within those green iris hues.
The same fear from earlier reared up and tightened its grip around Sonny’s heart, though it threatened to pound out his chest. He could barely breathe as he surely couldn’t move as Barba lowered his face to meet Sonny’s.
Soft lips brushed against his own. And while Sonny remained unresponsive, the press of Barba’s kiss became more urgent as his tongue dipped into Sonny’s slack mouth.
“Sonny,” Barba muttered, pulling away ever so slightly, peppering his face with more kisses. “Sonny, oh, Sonny.”
His name was like some sort of mantra, repeated over and over as Barba smothered him with one kiss after another kiss, nuzzling into his neck, and sucking a single hickey along the skin at the edge of a smooth collarbone.
“You’re so pretty,” Barba said, lifting a hand and gently caressing the edges of Sonny’s hairline. “I can’t resist you. You know that?”
Still staring blankly at the ceiling, Sonny gulped. This time, he was one-hundred percent certain that Barba was going to have sex with him.
Barba was going to rape him.
A spare pillow was yanked from where it had fallen, off to the side of the bed, and pushed under Sonny’s hips. Maneuvering the former detective’s legs apart, Barba kneel between them as he unbuckled his belt and unfastened the buttons and fly of his trousers. Then, pushing down the hem of his underpants, Barba released his erect penis from its constraints.
Barba hoisted Sonny’s legs up, briefly hooking them over his arms, and positioned himself as he aligned his cock with Sonny’s loose, sloppy hole. Leaning forward, Barba slipped inside of the younger man. It had been an easy task as there had not been a bit of resistance of any sort.
Face to face with the man that had been his colleague, his friend, his mentor, and now rapist, Sonny found that not even this new form of violation could rouse him from his state of profound apathetic paralysis.
His head bobbed limply as Barba pumped into him like some kind of loose-limbed fuck doll.
Loose. Sloppy. Easy.
Those were the words echoing his mind as he was raped.
Even so, those were not the words Barba utilized as he used his cock to repeatedly violate Sonny.
“Such a lovely boy,” Barba murmured, pressing a wet kiss at the edge of Sonny’s mouth. “So good for me. You’re so good for me.”
The weight and pressure of Barba’s body on his was uncomfortable and Sonny huffed softly with every thrust of Barba’s hips. His own soft member was caught between them, unpleasantly rubbing against the twisted fabric of the other man's clothing. And still so sore from the stretch of having the snake up his ass, Sonny barely registered the sensation of the cock rhythmically thudding into him other than he knew that it hurt.
Hunched over Sonny, Barba continued to murmur sweet sentiments of endearment. And even with his mind in ragged pieces, Sonny knew that in some way his former mentor had broken too. Earlier, Barba had promised he wasn’t going to be ‘intimate’ with him in this way. Clearly, that had gone out the window along with Barba’s ability to control himself.
He shouldn’t have been surprised, the other man had, after all, spent hours on the edge of arousal all evening. But what surprised Sonny was how he was being brutalized. Using long languid strokes, Barba’s actions were a far cry from the dominant and rough jackhammering described by the various rape victims Sonny had interviewed while he had been a detective. If anything, Barba’s current actions were more akin to the actions of someone making love.
“Sonny,” Barba gasped. “Oh, fuck, Sonny! Oh!”
His hips suddenly juttered, his cock pulsated, and Barba climaxed.
Heaving a dramatic moan, Barba sunk down onto his elbows and rested his torso against Sonny’s.
Even through the fabric of the older man’s shirt, Sonny could feel the racing beat of Barba’s heart as the pair of them lay there, unmoving. Eventually, though, Barba’s deflating cock slipped from Sonny’s hole, and a small sluice of jizz dribbled out along with it.
With the presence of fluids, Sonny thought, the DNA evidence will corroborate the charge of rape in the first degree.
Rolling off of Sonny, Barba lay there nestled up against him for a while as if they were lovers and not perpetrator and victim.
“Sonny,” he eventually said, sitting up and tucking himself back into his soiled clothing, “are you going to move or I am going to have to drag you into the bathroom?”
Having not spoken for the duration of the rape, Sonny didn’t see any reason why he ought to utter a single word now that it was over. Instead, he closed his eyes and, summoning up a bit of strength from the tattered remains of his soul, rolled over on his side and away from Barba. With his knees pressed together, he covered his genitals with one hand while he tried to pull up the soiled bedding behind him with the other.
Surprisingly, the syllables that next fell from Barba’s mouth were tinged with pity.
“I have to get you cleaned up,” Barba explained as if he were some kind, benevolent individual looking after a friend who had made a poor decision, “before I get you home.”
Home? Sonny wondered. Why bother? Does he want to rape me in my own bed?
Standing up from the bed, Barba stood over and surveyed the scene.
“Fuck,” he muttered before turning and heading towards the bathroom.
A few moments later, Sonny could hear the twist of a knob and the spray of a shower starting. Glancing over at the clock, he realized that it was practically morning. Whatever Barba was planning on doing with him, they were running out of time.
Footfalls alerted him to Barba’s emergence from the hotel room bathroom. Consequently, Sonny stifled a fearful sob and haphazardly dragged what he could of the bedcovers over his head.
The footsteps kept coming though until they came around to the side of the bed he was facing before they stopped.
“Come,” Barba said, his voice permeating the fabric barrier, “let’s get you clean.”
Weakly, Sonny murmured inarticulate sentiments of dissent as he was pulled from the covers. Still, he offered no resistance as Barba hauled him to his feet and half-dragged/half-carried Sonny into the bathroom. He didn’t really walk, his bare feet grazing the carpet fibers only enough to support some of his weight. Still, every step sent shooting pain skyrocketing through his ass. Once in the small room, Sonny allowed himself to be lowered carefully onto the tiled floor of the shower. Steam had already filled the room by the time the warm spray was striking his skin.
What followed next could’ve been described as an act of compassion, had Barba not spent the night sexually torturing him. Taking a small plastic bottle of pills off the bathroom counter, Barba turned the label towards Sonny so he could read it: Tylenol. His former mentor opened the bottle and shook a few white capsules into the palm of his hand before lowering them down so Sonny could reach them. Sonny didn’t even move, he just open his mouth and let Barba drop the pills on his tongue. Keeping his mouth open for a few seconds, Sonny then swallowed the pain relievers down with a mouthful of warm shower water.
He imagined his eyes might’ve looked glassy and glazed over as he watch Barba shed his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. And as Barba knelt on the floor, next to the shower, Sonny was stunned as the former ADA began to gently cleanse every inch of Sonny’s skin with the soft and soapy washcloth. Barba was getting soaked in the process, but he didn’t seem to mind.
With soothing strokes and touches, Barba removed the evidence of the night’s events. Gone was the slick and sticky film of excess lube. Gone was the sweat from strained muscles. And gone were the many tears that had fallen over the past hours. Barba even washed Sonny’s hair, massaging shampoo through Sonny’s prematurely graying dark-blonde locks. Lastly, Barba cleansed Sonny’s genitals and ass, delicately washing and rinsing away evidence of his crime.
Sonny looked to see if there would be bright red smears of blood on the washcloth as Barba pulled it away. He was unexpectedly dismayed to see none. Being raped had been painful and he was sure he’d have torn at some point.
Maybe it was an indication of Barba’s skill that he hadn’t.
Wrapped in a fluffy white hotel towel, Sonny found himself sitting on the curved seat of the toilet. Unlike the shower floor, the hollow of the seat allowed him to sit with far less pain. And for that he was grateful.
Tangled in a web of what he could only describe as a numb stupor, Sonny remained still and silent as he let Barba dry him off and even comb his hair. He still couldn’t bring himself to move, though he did avert his eyes, as the other man removed his clothes and stepped into the shower to rinse off. When Barba was clean he left the bathroom to change into a fresh set of clothes.
Alone in the bathroom, Sonny allowed himself to relax, but only briefly. Seeing as he was already on the toilet, he emptied his bladder. He knew that if he tried to stand on his own, he’d lose his balance and he didn’t relish the thought of pissing on himself while falling down to the bathroom floor. Besides, the sound of the stream of urine hitting the water below was preferable to the occasional drip of Barba’s cum leaking out of his fluttering hole.
When Barba re-entered the small bathroom, draped over his arms was what remained of Sonny’s clothes. Setting them on the counter, Barba leaned over to flush the toilet.
Sonny flinched.
“Hey,” Barba said kindly, “you’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to get you dressed. Okay?”
You’ve already hurt me, Sonny thought but couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Pulling a folded white shirt from the top of the pile of clothes, Barba said, “This is mine so I hope it fits. It might be a little short but you don’t have to wear it for long and no one should notice the length if you wear your suit jacket over it.”
Eying the white short-sleeve undershirt, Sonny let Barba thread his hands and arms through the sleeves. When Barba brought the shirt up and over his head, Sonny shrugged it on as the towel that had been around his shoulders puddled around his waist. It was demeaning, being dressed like a toddler. But Sonny had been through so much already, that it barely even registered.
Next, Barba slid on Sonny’s socks, careful to align the seams along the toes so they didn’t bunch up uncomfortably. And, handing Sonny a bunch of squares of toilet paper, Barba said, “Wipe yourself as best you can as I get your underwear and pants back on. Okay?”
Numbly, Sonny nodded as he took the folded tissue and did as he was told.
Only when his pants and underwear were slipped up around his ankles and out from underneath his feet did Barba have him stand up.
“Hold onto me if you need to steady yourself,” Barba directed as he hitched up the garments around Sonny’s hips.
As Barba buttoned Sonny’s pants and looped his belt through the buckle, Sonny turned and glanced over his shoulder. For some odd reason he couldn’t fathom, he was concerned that the towel had fallen into the bowl.
“Don’t worry about that,” Barba said, turning him back around. “I’ll take care of it later. I left your jacket and shoes in the other room. We need to get those back on you and then it’s time to go.”
“Go?” Sonny muttered the first fully formed word he had managed to utter in many hours.
“Yes, Sonny,” he replied, patting his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and keys. “We’re going downstairs to the lobby where I’m going to call a cab to take you back to your apartment.”
Reaching out to grip Barba’s arm, a pang in the crux of Sonny’s elbow reminded him that it wasn’t only his ass that had been damaged that night.
Apparently seeing the look of pain on the other man’s face, Barba steadied Sonny by holding onto his non-injured arm.
“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” he asked tentatively, though his eyes were scanning Sonny’s features wildly. “You might need to have that arm checked out.”
Sonny shook his head.
No. The medical staff will see the striations and bruising on my wrists from the restraints. I can't let anyone know I've been hurt or who I've let hurt me.
“I’m fine, Rafael,” he finally said. “Take me home.”
A/N: The epilogue for this story (Chapter 7) wouldn't fit in this post. Since I'm not sure anyone is going to read this whole thing on Tumblr, I won't post it unless requested to do so.
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