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To Chase a Feather in the Wind	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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Based on the TV series 21 Jump Street (S3). Although not a S3 episode, this story is VERY loosely based on the S1 episode “16 Blown to 35”.

Soft laughter resonated through the deep fog that enveloped Dennis Booker’s mind and he struggled to open his eyes. His body felt heavy and his senses impaired and at first, he thought his mind was lost in a dream, caught somewhere between sleep and consciousness. However, as his body and mind slowly fought through the sleep paralysis, a stinging pain erupted inside his body. It was a pain unlike any he had ever experienced before, a burning sensation that throbbed deep inside his rectum. Fear added to his confusion and he began to panic. His heart hammered in his chest as he fought against the heaviness in his limbs that kept him trapped in a state of inertia. Once more, the sound of laughter rippled through the air, but it was louder and clearer than before and for a brief moment, he wondered if he had fallen asleep at work. He had been working as an undercover officer in the Jump Street program for nearly six months but he still felt like an outsider. Judy, Harry, Doug and Tom all had a close friendship, a bond that existed outside the realm of their working relationship. However, as in his last job in Internal Affairs, he was still on the fringe, kept at arm’s length by his peers. He was a colleague to them, nothing more and he doubted any of them even thought of him outside the walls of their working environment. Although it hurt, he refused to reveal his feelings. He was too arrogant to admit that he wanted to be included in their after work rendezvous. He was tough and he was perfectly okay on his own.
A warm hand touched his thigh and he jumped at the unexpected contact. His disorientation further clouded his mind and he began to hyperventilate. Another soft caress jolted his mind into action. He could feel light fingers stroking his cock and although confused, he knew it was inappropriate, that it was not a lover teasing him to life. Adrenalin coursed through his body and using all his strength and willpower, he opened his eyes.
Although his vision was blurred, he could just make out the face of a man hovering in front of him. Screwing his eyes closed again, he forced his addled mind to mentally count to ten before opening them again. It took several seconds for his eyes to focus but his vision eventually cleared and he stared at the man in bewilderment. The receding hairline and aquiline nose were vaguely familiar and he searched the recesses of his muddled mind, trying to put a name to the face but he came up blank; he had no idea who the man was. Licking his parched lips, he struggled to speak. “Where… am I?”
The unidentified face smiled through thin lips “Let’s not worry about that now,” he purred. “We need to get you cleaned up and ready for the next take.”
Dennis struggled to comprehend the man’s words. “Take?” he mumbled. “I don’t… understand.”
When he received no explanation, he attempted to sit up but his muscles refused to work and his fear intensified. “I can’t… I can’t move.”
The man’s smile broadened and reaching out a hand, he stroked Dennis’ cheek. “You don’t need to move, you just have to lie there and look beautiful and when I’m finished, you’ll be a star.”
The man’s face disappeared from view and moments later, strong hands forced his legs open and warm water splashed over the lower half of his body. It was then that he realized he was naked and his mind screamed in terror but his muscles remained sluggish and he was unable to pull away. Rough hands scrubbed at his thighs, anus and cock before toweling him dry. “No…” he protested through numb lips, “stop… please… I don’t… please…”
The unidentified man ignored his protestations and standing up he bent over and hauled him to his feet. Unable to stand on his own, he slouched against his abuser, his terror mounting with every moment that passed. Another man stepped forward and together they half dragged, half carried him to a large bed surrounded by cameras and spotlights. Once on the bed, he noticed other people standing in the room and his dark eyes begged them to help him as the two men bound his wrists to the bedposts. Dozens of curious eyes stared at him but no one answered his silent plea and at that moment, he knew he was about to be raped.
He tried to scream but the sound was more of a whimper. Someone laughed and tears leaked from his eyes and trickled down his face. “Help… me,” he slurred. “Why… won’t… you… help… me?”
The man with the familiar face stepped forward, his attitude now business like. “Okay people, let’s get this show started. Where’s Conan?”
A tall muscular man dressed in a robe came into Dennis’ view and his heart pounded against his rib cage. He watched in horror as Conan disrobed, revealing a huge cock that was erect and ready for action. “Oh God,” he sobbed, “oh God!”
Conan climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Dennis, his expression impassive. Someone handed him a tube of lubrication but he waved it away impatiently. “I’m already slick,” he growled in a deep voice.
The heat of the spotlights warmed Dennis’ cold, naked body and sweat prickled on his top lip. He held his breath, unable to move, unable to protest beyond a mumbled whisper. He lay trapped inside a paralyzed body, about to be raped and there was nothing he could do.
An eerie quiet settled over the room and all he could hear was blood pounding in his ears. Seconds ticked by and then a loud voice shouted, “Action!”
Conan grasped hold of his legs and bending them at the knees, he pushed them open. Once in position, he could not move and his eyes widened in terror as the hulking man moved forward and pressed his enormous cock against his anus.
“Ready for some lovin’ sweetheart?” Conan purred.
Hot pain ripped through Dennis’ insides as the huge cock pushed through his tight muscles, tearing him internally. He tried to scream but the only noise that escaped his lips was a gurgle. Conan’s hips thrust forward, forcing the cock deeper inside his body and his eyes bulged with fear and pain. He was being raped in front of a room full of people and he was powerless to stop it.
“Fuck yeah,” Conan groaned and supporting himself on one arm, he rocked his hips forwards and backwards, whilst his free hand caressed the length of Dennis’ cock. “Do you like that beautiful? Are you getting hard?”
When he realized he was becoming aroused, Dennis’ face burned red with embarrassment. Closing his eyes, he willed his body not to feel, not to react to the stimulation but he had no control over his drugged body and mind. Fresh tears trickled down his cheeks and he stared with wide, terrified eyes at the looming face of the man assaulting him. “Nooo… nooo… nooo,” he moaned. “Stop… please stop.”
Conan grinned down at him. “Aww baby,” he teased, as he slammed his cock in and out of Dennis’ bleeding anus, “don’t you wanna come for Daddy?”
Dennis screwed his eyes closed and tried to block out the pain and humiliation of the rape. Minutes seemed like hours and he prayed to a God he did not believe in for it to be over. He felt Conan’s pace increase as long fingers tugged at his weeping cock and he knew he could not fight it any longer. His body was going to betray him and he was going to climax. Moments later, he let out a strangled cry and semen covered his stomach.
“THAT’S MY BOY!” Conan yelled as he continued to slam his cock in and out of Dennis’ limp body. “I knew you liked it! Fuck! You are so tight! C’mon, look at me… look at me with those pretty brown eyes.”
Choking back a sob, Dennis screwed his eyes tightly closed, refusing to give his abuser his wish. Minutes later, he heard a euphoric cry and warm semen shot deep inside him. He could feel Conan’s body shuddering against him for another minute before the instrument of his torture was withdrawn and he was alone on the bed, his body bleeding heavily from the assault.
“CUT!”
Clapping resonated around the room, the imaginary velvet drapes were drawn and it was over, he had survived… until the next scene.
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Dennis dragged his aching body across the room that was his prison and towards the open doorway of the bathroom. The drugs in his system still prevented him from walking but he had partially regained the use of his arms and his speech was less slurred. Reaching the tiled floor, he hauled himself over the cold surface and towards the toilet. He desperately needed to urinate and when he finally reached the lavatory, he grabbed hold of the basin and attempted to pull himself to his feet. But his arms and legs refused to cooperate and with a cry, he lost control of his bladder and urinated over the floor. Tears of shame spilled from his bloodshot eyes and burying his face in the crook of his arm, he sobbed uncontrollably. His violated body throbbed painfully and he wondered if he could endure another assault. He had suffered through three rapes by three different men, each one more brutal than the last. He was exhausted, terrified and confused. His addled mind still refused to work and he had no idea why he was there or how he knew the man with the aquiline nose. All he knew for certain was that he was in serious danger and he needed to escape.
Using the wall for support, he pulled himself into a sitting position and stared down at his naked body. No one had washed him after the final rape and dried blood and semen still coated his thighs. When the stench of the fluids assaulted his nostrils, his stomach lurched and turning his head, he vomited onto the black and white mosaic floor. As he sat hunched over, spitting out watery bile from between his lips, a forgotten memory flashed into his mind… standing in front of a stage as young models paraded the latest fashions… the sound of applause… the man with the aquiline nose speaking into a microphone, urging the gaggle of interested teens to sign up to the Teen Scene School of Modeling… and with a rush of clarity, his memories returned.
He had been undercover investigating a modeling school following allegations that it was a front for a pornography company that exploited minors. It had been easy for him to get a foot in the door, a supposed scout had spotted him in the crowd and asked him to audition. He now remembered that the man with the aquiline nose was Mike Ferris, the owner of Teen Scene School of Modeling and he had invited him back to his studio so he could take some photographs. After that, his memory became fuzzy. He could recall posing for the photos and mentally taking note of the other people who flittered in and out of the room but nothing more.
BAM! The memory hit him like a lightning rod; Ferris had offered him a drink, a can of cola and after consuming several mouthfuls, the room had begun to spin and he had collapsed unconscious to the floor. His next memory had been waking up, still paralyzed from the drug and his body already bloody and sore from the first rape.
Once again, hot tears burned his eyes. He had let his guard down and now he was trapped, held hostage against his will and forced to make pornographic movies. His arrogant, cocky nature had prevented him from phoning through to his Captain first and advising him of his progress. No one knew where he was; he was alone and vulnerable, caught in a web of debauchery fueled by the sexual needs of the faceless men who illicitly bought rape tapes cleverly disguised in brown paper wrappers that hid beneath the counters of adult movie stores.
He was a nothing more than a commodity, a piece of meat to be used and abused. In time, his face would be known throughout the adult movie world and his image would grace the screens of the perverts who got off on someone else’s pain.
He would, in the words of Mike Ferris, be a star.
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