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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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Two weeks later
The piercing sound of his alarm clock jarred Booker from a fitful sleep and rolling over, he angrily slammed his palm down on the offending object. He had not had a peaceful night’s sleep and he felt exhausted from the nightmares that had constantly plagued his mind throughout the night. The cocktail of drugs and alcohol he used to numb his mind were taking their toll and he was close to breaking point. However, despite all of this, he still managed to keep his erratic state of mind hidden from those around him. He was the consummate actor, the skilled performer whose talented lies fooled everyone, even Tom. But at night, when he was alone in his apartment drinking whiskey by the bottle, the façade crumbled and his emotions spewed forth. Fist-sized holes now dotted his walls and his knuckles were bloodied and bruised. He had managed to convince Tom that he had taken up boxing for self-defense and that they often sparred without gloves. The lies rolled off his tongue as easily as honey off a spoon and he no longer felt bad at deceiving his new friend. It was self-preservation, nothing more and he meant no harm by it. By convincing Tom that everything was okay, he was also convincing himself and therefore, he did not have to deal with the unsettling truth that he was slowly losing his mind.
Pushing down the covers, he ran his fingers over his flaccid cock. Since the rapes, he had been unable to achieve an erection but every morning and every night, he tried desperately to tease his cock to life. He spent hours tugging at his shaft until it hurt, but all to no avail, his cock remained stubbornly limp. He watched porn, he bought girlie magazines but nothing helped. Throughout all the visual and physical stimulation, his cock stayed unresponsive.
Closing his eyes, he imagined a beautiful woman’s lips sucking him off as he trailed his fingertips over the sensitive cockhead. When minutes ticked slowly past and he was still soft, he could feel his frustration mounting and with a yell, he picked up his alarm clock and threw it against the wall. The timepiece shattered on impact and tiny springs and gears scattered across the floor. His heart hammered painfully in his chest and sitting up, he stared at the broken pieces as though mesmerized. Seconds turned into minutes and finally he shook his head and climbed calmly from the bed. At least now, he was free from the annoying sound of the alarm bell.
**
Tom ran from his apartment building and yanking open the passenger door of Booker’s Cadillac, he clambered into the car and slammed the door closed. “It’s pissing it down out there,” he laughed as he ran his fingers through his rain-soaked hair.
Booker grinned back. He had snorted a few lines of cocaine before work and he felt on top of the world. “You look like a drowned rat,” he joked.
“Laugh it up buddy,” Tom quipped back. “You’ll be just as soaked as me in a few minutes.”
Switching the key in the ignition, Booker pulled out from the curb. “So we give the principal all the information we’ve gathered and then it’s case closed,” he muttered somewhat despondently.
Hearing the dejected tone in Dennis’ voice, Tom turned to face him and offered a smile. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we can’t hang out. We’ve become pretty close over the last few weeks and I want our friendship to continue.”
Turning his head, Booker’s expression suddenly turned shy. “Do you mean that?” he asked quietly.
Tom’s laughter echoed throughout the car. “Of course I do, you idiot. Jesus Dennis, lighten up! This boring assignment is almost over and you passed with flying colors. Just imagine the fun we’re gonna have when we’re working on a real case together.”
The corners of Booker’s lips twitched into a smile. “Yeah, I s’pose.”
“There’s no supposin’ about it,” Tom replied happily. “We make an awesome team.”
At Tom’s words, Booker’s jubilant mood immediately returned and his smile widened as he drove towards Ridgemont High.
**
By the time the two young officers returned to Booker’s Cadillac, they were soaked through to the skin from the unseasonal torrential rain pouring from the leaden sky. Slamming closed the car door, Tom shook his head violently, spraying tiny droplets of water over the black interior. “Hey! Watch it!” Booker shouted in mock disapproval.
“Yeah right,” Tom grinned, “like you could get any wetter.”
Dennis started the car before turning towards Tom. “So, I guess I’ll drop you off and then meet you back at the Chapel?”
Tom pushed his wet hair back from his face. “Or… you could come to my place and I’ll chuck your clothes in the dryer. There’s no hurry to get back to work, Fuller’s not expecting us until after lunch.”
Booker shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, why not.”
As they drove the short distance to his apartment, Tom began to have second thoughts about inviting Dennis into his home. The thought of the toned young officer stripping off his wet clothes sent a shiver of anticipation through his groin and his cock twitched to life. Clenching his hands into tight fists, he attempted to push the erotic thought away but his mind was weak and the image stubbornly remained. By the time they pulled into the underground car park of his building, his cock was straining against the confines of his jeans and his heart was pumping excitedly. Jumping from the car, he ran towards the staircase, leaving Booker to follow several feet behind him.
When he reached his apartment, he had managed to calm himself and opening the door, he stepped back and let Dennis enter. Closing the door behind them, he headed towards his bedroom. “Get out of those clothes,” he yelled over his shoulder, “and I’ll get you a towel.”
Once in the sanctuary of his own room, he took a moment before stripping down to his boxers. He padded into the bathroom and grabbed two towels before returning to the bedroom and picking up his discarded clothes. Wandering out into the living area, he stopped when he saw Dennis standing in the middle of the room dressed only in his underwear.
The sight of Booker’s perfectly toned body had Tom mesmerized and tossing his wet clothes onto the floor, he walked over and handed him a towel. Overwhelmed by the vision before him, he reached out a hand and brushed a wet strand of hair from Dennis’ eyes. “God you’re beautiful,” he murmured.
At the sight of Tom’s erection tenting his boxers, Booker’s dark eyes widened in shock. Without warning, he thrust both hands against Tom’s naked chest and shoved him violently against the wall. “You tricked me! You tricked me you fucking sonofabitch! You’re a fag! You’re a fucking fag!” he yelled, his full lips pulled back in an angry snarl.
Holding his hands out in front of him, Tom desperately tried to defuse the situation. “Dennis calm down, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Didn’t mean to what? Play me?” Booker screamed, his dark eyes flashing dangerously. “Did you pretend to be my friend so you could fuck me? You faggot! You fucking faggot!”
“No! That’s not what—” but Booker’s fist slamming into his jaw cut off Tom’s words and he crumpled to the ground. Before he could get to his feet, Dennis stomped a foot down on his genitals, forcing the wind out of him in a loud OOMPH. Tears streamed down his face and curling into a ball, he attempted to protect himself from the angry onslaught of blows raining down on him. Several kicks landed against his head, disorientating him and blurring his vision. The attack was vicious and unrelenting and he began to wonder if he would make it through alive.
The assault lasted several minutes and when it finally stopped, Tom attempted to heave his battered body towards the door but a strong hand reached out and within seconds, he was in a headlock and he could feel Dennis’ warm breath against his cheek. “Going somewhere faggot? Stick around, I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”
As Dennis’ forearm crushed his windpipe, Tom struggled to breathe and his eyes bulged with fear. “Den-nis,” he choked as his hands frantically gripped at Booker’s arm. “I… can’t… breathe!”
“You don’t have to breathe,” Booker murmured and hauling Tom to his feet, he dragged him into the bedroom and threw him face down onto the bed. “You just have to lie there and look beautiful.”
The words chilled Tom to his bones and it was then that he knew Dennis had completely lost his mind. He tried to scramble away but a large hand seized both his wrists and held them above his head. His legs hung off the edge of the mattress and he could feel Booker’s weight crushing against him. He struggled to break free but he was dazed from the blows to his head and he was powerless against Booker’s physical strength. When a hand yanked down his boxers, he froze in fear before becoming hysterical. “NO! NO! NO!” he screamed and his body thrashed wildly, desperately trying to break free. “DENNIS DON’T! DON’T!”
But his distressed pleas made no impact, Dennis’ mind had snapped and he was in a state of psychosis. He sobbed uncontrollably as his legs were kicked open and he felt a hardness pressing against him. Seconds later, his body erupted in pain as Booker shoved his erect cock deep into his unprepared anus.
“DENNIS DON’T! PLEASE DENNIS STOP! STOP! YOU’RE HURTING ME! YOU’RE HURTING ME!” Tom screamed, his dark eyes bulging with terror.
As though in a trance, Dennis continued to thrust his cock deep inside Tom’s body, the thrill of finally having an erection overwhelming his senses. “Don’t you like that baby doll?” he murmured, his intonation imitating Conan’s own maniacal crooning. “Don’t you wanna make Daddy happy?”
Snot bubbled from Tom’s nose and mixed with the tears soaking through the bed sheet. He stopped screaming and stared mindlessly at the wall, willing the assault to be over, willing his body not to react… and it didn’t. His cock remained flaccid throughout; even when Dennis’ slammed against his prostate, he felt nothing. His mind was shocked into numbness and his body traumatized. Minutes passed and the only sound resonating in his ears was Dennis’ soft grunting. Then a strangled cry cut through the air… and it was over.
When Dennis withdrew from his body, Tom fell to the floor and crawling into a corner, he drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms protectively around them. His body shook uncontrollably and he stared blankly out in front of him, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
Dennis stood in the middle of the room with his mouth gaping open. When he looked down and saw his cock coated with Tom’s blood, his eyes grew wide with shock. “Oh God,” he moaned and he began to pace back and forth across the room, his agitation mounting as he raked his fingers frantically through his hair. “Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God OH GOD!” With every step, the pitch of his voice rose higher until he was screaming at the horror of what he had done. “I DIDN’T MEAN IT! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! I DIDN’T MEAN IT!”
Tom put his hands over his ears to block out the sound of Booker’s hysterical shrieking. He had no idea how long he remained oblivious to his surroundings but eventually, the urgent eeeoooeeeoooeeeooo of a siren pulled him back to reality and lifting his head, he saw that he was alone. Minutes later, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps outside his bedroom door and he shrank against the wall in fear until an unfamiliar male voice called out. “Paramedics. Is anybody there?”
Tears filled Tom’s eyes and he managed to croak, “In here,” before passing out.
**
Tom had the unnerving feeling that someone was watching him and opening his eyes, he looked around in confusion until his gaze settled on Penhall’s terrified face peeking through the white hospital curtain. “Doug,” he muttered in a throaty voice but before he could say anything more, he burst into tears.
“Oh God Tommy,” Doug whispered and entering the small cubicle, he sat on the bed and gathering his friend in his arms, he held him close.
Welcoming the safety of Doug’s embrace, Tom leaned into him and sobbed against his broad chest. “Shh,” Penhall murmured as he clumsily stroked his matted hair. “It’s okay, we’ll get the sonofabitch who did this to you.”
Tom lifted his head and gazed into Doug’s eyes. “You don’t… know… who did it?” he hiccupped between sobs.
Doug’s expression became quizzical and his voice sounded strained. “No, all we know is that they called for an ambulance before leaving. Why? Do you know who it was? For God’s sake Tom, if you know then you have to tell me!”
For the briefest of moments, Tom considered telling his friend the truth but as quickly as the thought popped into his mind, it disappeared like a feather in the wind. “No,” he lied. “I answered the door and he forced his way inside. I’d never seen him before.”
“Jesus,” Penhall muttered and rubbing a nervous hand through his hair, he asked Tom what was foremost on his mind, the thing he had refused to accept since receiving the phone call from the hospital. “Um, the doctor said… oh Jesus Tom, he said you were raped.”
Once again, tears began to flow from Tom’s tortured eyes and Penhall immediately knew it was true. “Oh Tommy, I’m so fucking sorry,” but as Tom’s tears continued to soak through his t-shirt, his voice changed from soothing to ice cold. “Don’t worry Tommy,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “I’ll find the sonofabitch who did this and when I do, I’ll fucking kill him.”
A shiver of fear ran down Tom’s spine and he knew he needed to be very careful about the information he disclosed to his partner. He had no doubt in his mind that if Doug ever found out that Booker was responsible, he would kill him and regardless of everything that had happened, Tom did not want him harmed. It was obvious that Dennis was mentally unstable and in need of treatment and he wanted to be the one to help him fight his demons. Even after all the pain and suffering of the rape, he still loved him and wanted him in his life and therefore, he meant to protect him in any way he could and if that meant lying to Doug, then so be it.
Closing his eyes, he allowed Penhall’s protective embrace to calm his nerves and minutes later, he was asleep.
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