72Keller's Revenge 1
By Peppe1951
Summary: Neal vanishes early one morning and Peter fears the worse.
Warning: Disciplining of an adult. Don't like? Don't read! Disclaimer: White Collar belongs to USA; I only write about it. Spoilers: Bottlenecked.
This is the first in the Family series.
I want to think BunBunBabe for putting the idea of this story in my head; her "Lights, Camera, Con" intrigued me to write one of my own and the dedication belongs to her.
**Sexual trauma found in later chapters**
Chapter 1
Neal was getting ready for work when he had an unwelcomed guest. He didn't know that he had company until he exited wearing only a towel around his waist. "Caffrey," he was greeted by a man holding a gun on him.
"Keller…what do you want?" asked Neal dryly. He wasn't worried, he knew that Peter was due any moment and that June had left an hour ago.
"You, but its not me that actually wants you but my friend here," replied Keller as he nodded to the other man in his apartment; a man who was looking him over quite thoroughly.
"Whatever it is that he wants me to do; I'm not doing it Keller," replied Neal not understanding what Keller actually meant.
"No you don't understand. He wants you...literally," Keller explained with a smile.
"You don't mean…"
"Yes Neal; meet your new master, Erick Gerber. It is because of you that I'm in the bind of raising the money to pay of the Russian Mob so I thought that you should help in raising the money," Keller said conversationally as Gerber leaned over and whispered to Keller.
"But of course you can…you paid me my money…he's yours now," and then turning to Neal he said,
"Drop your towel and turn around Neal; he wants to see all of you!"
"I will not," cried an indignant Neal.
"Neal, I know where June's granddaughter goes to school," Keller announced quietly leaving the threat unfinished.
Neal reluctantly dropped his towel and turned around slowly, embarrassment evidently by the blushing he was exhibiting.
Neal started to bend down to retrieve his towel when Gerber suddenly ordered, "No! Not yet. I have some questions and I like the view, so just leave the towel where it is!"
"Are you a virgin?"
Neal blushed even redder than before as he nodded not trusting himself to answer. "Why are you doing this to me?" Neal asked Keller.
"You have been a pain in the butt for so many years, Caffrey especially after causing me to lose all of that money for the bottle that would have gotten me out of trouble with the Russians. So I thought that I would move that pain to reside in your butt instead. I found him," nodding towards Gerber,
"in a spanking club and thought it would be poetic if I sold you to him. This way I add to the money I need to pay the Russians back and he will keep that cute derrière of yours hot and painful and I will have my revenge….oh and you will get a kick out of this…do you know what Gerber means in German?"
Neal shook his head.
"It means tanner and he plans on tanning your hide every chance he gets…poetic, isn't it?" Keller said with a laugh.
"You won't get away with this," cried Neal, "Peter will be here in a few minutes to pick me up."
"Oh, did I forget to tell you that you had a call while you were in the shower. Your answering machine picked it up. Peter called to say for you to catch a cab he was having car trouble and would be late coming in," Keller saying as he laughed at Neal's expression.
"I don't believe you; you are just saying that to unnerve me," replied Neal anxiously.
Keller walked over to his machine and turned in on…in a matter of seconds the machine clicked on and Neal heard Peter say pretty much the same thing Keller had just said.
"He's perfect…just what you said. It's going to be a real pleasure to discipline him…let's go," said Gerber as he suddenly got up to approach Neal. He stroke Neal licentiously on his rear and Neal slugged him, knocking him to the floor.
"Neal…Neal…Neal…you shouldn't have done that…he's going to tan your bottom for that," predicted Keller as Gerber moved quickly and Neal found himself face down on his bed and tied securely. It was only after he was secured that Gerber picked up a bag that had been at his feet and brought it out for Neal to see. He took out a ball gag and pushed it in Neal's mouth securing it behind his head. "Now you won't be able to yell out loud while you are being corrected, boy."
Neal's eyes grew wide when Gerber next brought out a braided leather strap and approached Neal. "I think that after you have received twenty licks you will be more docile to my touch…but if not I can always continue and trust me I can last longer than you," Gerber said as he once again stroked Neal's bottom and before Neal could react Gerber raised his strap and brought it down hard on Neal's pale bottom.
Neal reacted to the pain at once and reared up with the sudden pain. Again and again the trap came down and Neal tried to scream but the ball gag in his mouth prevented it and all he could do was take it as best as he could. After he had suffered through twenty licks Gerber came to a stop and once again stroked Neal's now fiery red bottom, noting Neal's tears as they continued to fall.
"I'm going to release you now…if you give me even the hint of trouble you will find yourself back over this bed and have to suffer through an additional twenty licks…do you understand?" asked Gerber severely.
Neal nodded wearily and was rewarded to be released from his bed; as soon as he was freed Neal's hands went immediately to the ball gag and he tried to remove it. "No…that stays for now," ordered Gerber. He watched with satisfaction when Neal obeyed. "Here put these clothes on," he next ordered as he threw Neal a shirt and a pair of unlined wool pants but no underwear.
"If I need to, I want to be able to get to your bare bottom for punishment as soon as I can…and this way the rough material will also be punishment as it rubs against your newly punished backside," he added with a smile.
Neal winced as he got dressed the wool pants really did irritate his sore backside just like Gerber said they would. He would have cried out as he sat to put on his socks and shoes but once again the ball gag prevented it. As soon as he had tied his shoes he got up glad to take the pressure off his abused backside.
"Now we are ready to go…thank you Mr. Keller but I think I can handle my property now without any further help from you," Gerber said with a smile as he pulled Neal to the door stopping only long enough to produce a knife and cutting Neal's GSP tracking anklet from his ankle and leaving quickly.
Keller followed quickly behind amazed on how Gerber was able to handle Neal. The last he saw of the two was when Neal was placed within a nearby van before he drove off. "You are out of my life now Caffrey, I hope the rest of yours will be filled with pain and humiliation," he said before disappearing around the corner. Five minutes later FBI cars swarmed June's house and Peter Burke ran in.
As soon as Peter entered the room and found the tracking anklet on the floor next to the door his gut told him that he had been kidnapped as was not running. He knew that Neal had a life here that he was content with and running was not part of it…now.
"Jones," he barked out, "I want this room dusted for prints…and the banister leading to his apartment.
"Diane, I know that June has a security camera, get the tapes for this morning and let's see if it recorded anything useful; I'm going to call Mozzie and see if he knows anything.
As soon as his agents left him his phone rang and he answered to find that it was Mozzie.
"Suit, I need to talk to Neal and he's not answering his cell," the small man began as soon as Peter picked up.
"Mozzie, Neal's missing. I think he has been kidnapped. What was it you had to talk to him about?"
There was silence on the other end as Mozzie took it all in before he replied, "Keller is back in town. I wanted to warn Neal."
"Do you know where he's staying?" asked Peter.
"Yeah, at a hotel; I can take you to him."
"Jones," Peter called and saw his subordinate rush to his side. "Mozzie is on the other end and he's going to take you to Keller; follow him and apprehend him…take some agents with you; he's an escapee. Find him, arrest him and bring him back to me…I bet he knows something about where Neal is."
"Mozzie, where can Jones meet you?" asked Peter.
Mozzie told him of a site and he dispatched Jones right away and waited at June's until the place had been dusted and then they headed back to the office hopeful to discover where Neal was being held and who by.