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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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A soft moan escaped Booker’s lips and his eyes slowly flickered open. The first thing he saw was Tom’s frightened face gazing down at him. He stared back in confusion, unable to comprehend why Hanson had a metal collar around his neck. Gradually, the memories of the last few days filtered into his mind. “Tommy,” he murmured softly. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shh,” Tom replied in a hushed tone. “You’ve got a nasty head wound. Just try and relax.”
Ignoring Hanson’s instructions, Booker attempted to sit up but his vision blurred and he slumped back onto the concrete floor. Feeling a heaviness around his throat, he reached up and his fingers touched the cold steel of the manacle around his neck. Fear gripped at his heart and his breathing became labored. Instead of rescuing Tom, he had managed to become a victim himself.
Closing his eyes, he pushed himself into a sitting position, using the wall behind him as support. A wave of nausea washed over him and taking several deep breaths, he silently willed it to pass. When he finally felt steady enough, he opened his eyes and it was then that he realized that he too was naked.
“Oh Jesus,” he groaned as his fingers gently explored the bloody wound on the back of his head.
Tom moved in close and his worried eyes searched Booker’s face. “How long until Fuller and the others arrive?” he asked softly.
A pink stain tinged Booker’s pale face. “They…” he began, his dark eyes imploring with Hanson to understand. When Tom stared back expectantly, Dennis swallowed down the lump in his throat and continued in a quiet voice. “They don’t know where we are.”
“What?” Tom whispered in disbelief. “How can they not know where we are?”
Booker gave Hanson a sheepish look. “After watching…” He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to mention the tapes. “I worked out what you were saying and I remembered the adult movie store. I was so excited, I just wanted to find you and I didn’t think… I’m sorry Hanson, I forgot to report in before I came here.”
“FUCK!” Tom yelled in frustration and he lowered his head and held it in his hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
“I’m sorry,” Booker mumbled miserably as tears filled his dark eyes. “I’m really sorry.”
Seeing Dennis’ embarrassment, Tom’s eyes softened. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “We’ll think of something.”
Turning his head, Booker gave Hanson a concerned look. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, wanting desperately to pull the bruised officer into his arms and give him comfort.
Tom lowered his gaze to the floor. “I guess,” he muttered quietly. A long silence stretched out between them before Hanson spoke again. “You saw the tapes?”
Booker gave Tom a compassionate look. “Yeah, Fuller, Penhall and I watched it,” he murmured. “But only because we wanted to find you Tommy, not because—”
“Oh God,” Hanson whispered and tears of shame filled his brown eyes before spilling over and trickling down his cheeks. “Oh God!”
Unable to bear Tom’s pain, Booker put his arm around the naked officer’s shoulders and pulled him close. “Don’t cry Tommy,” he comforted as his hand gently stroked Hanson’s matted hair. “I’m here now and I won’t let him hurt you again.”
Hanson gazed up at Booker and started to speak, but his eyes suddenly grew wide with terror and his head spun around at the sound of the door opening. “No,” he whispered, shaking his head violently from side to side. “No, no, no, no—”
“Well isn’t that sweet,” Rory Bentley exclaimed in a loud, cheerful voice as he entered the room carrying a gun. “Look at that Edward,” he addressed his young companion who had followed him through the door. “Two beautiful men giving each other comfort.” Walking across the room, he stopped several feet from the two shackled men and stared down at them with amusement. “So, Officer Booker, I guess you must really like Officer Hanson to have come charging in here without any backup.”
Booker gave the man a seething look. “Fuck you!” he spat. “You’re going to go to prison for a very—”
Bentley waved his hand impatiently at Dennis. “Blah de, blah, blah, blah,” he muttered in a bored tone. “I don’t care about the future, I live for the now and the now includes fucking one of you beautiful boys. So who shall it be, huh? Who feels like a bit of loving?”
Tom’s face visibly paled and he wrapped his arms around his drawn up knees in a protective manner. Booker glared back defiantly, unwilling to show the fear that had paralyzed his body.
Rory Bentley touched the barrel of the gun to his lips and knitted his brow in concentration. After several moments, he pointed the gun at Booker.
“Eeny,” he said quietly before moving the gun in Hanson’s direction. “Meeny,” he muttered and he continued to recite the children’s rhyme whilst pointing the gun back and forth between the two men.
“miny, moe,

Catch a tiger by the toe.

If he hollers, let him go,

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.”
He paused for a moment and his eyes sparkled with excitement before he resumed the chant.
“My mother says,

to pick the very best,

and that one is

Y…

O…

U!”
The gun stopped in front of Dennis and Rory grinned wickedly. “I guess it’s you Officer Booker,” he crooned.
Dennis’ mind screamed in terror as he watched Edward raise a gun and approach Hanson. “NO!” he yelled, his voice rising in fear. “DON’T! PLEASE DON’T!”
Edward stepped towards Hanson but the young officer immediately tried to wrestle the Glock from the youth’s hand. However, his attempt was futile; he was weak from lack of food and water and the boy easily overpowered him. Booker lunged at Edward but he quickly shrank away when he felt the cold steel of Bentley’s gun pressing against the back of his head.
“Move away Officer Booker,” the man commanded in a quiet voice. “If you don’t, I’ll have Edward shoot your partner.”
Tears slid down Dennis’ cheeks and he slowly shuffled away. His eyes met Hanson’s and he cried out when Edward pushed the gun against his colleague’s temple and flicked off the safety. Tom’s eyes immediately screwed shut and his hands pressed against his face as he waited to die.
“STOP!” Booker yelled. “I’ll do whatever you want! Don’t hurt him! Please don’t hurt him!”
A slow smile spread over Bentley’s face. “Very good Officer Booker,” he murmured and he motioned for Edward to step back. “Now, let’s have some fun.”
When the man stepped forward and unlocked the shackle from around his neck, Booker did not attempt to fight back. Standing up, he followed Bentley to the bed that stood in the middle of the room. Turning his head, he stared briefly into Tom’s wide, terrified eyes before looking away.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Bentley instructed, his voice husky with arousal as he massaged his cock through his jeans.
Dennis did at he was asked and out of the corner of his eye he watched as the man undressed. When Bentley climbed behind him, he lowered his head and waited. He remained completely still, afraid that ifthe man perceived him to be a threat, he would order Tom’s execution. When the man thrust his erect cock deep into his unprepared hole, Booker bit down on his lip and stifled a cry.
Bentley groaned with pleasure as he thrust in an out of Dennis’ body. “Oh Officer Booker,” the man panted and entwining his fingers in Dennis’ hair, he yanked the officer’s head backwards so he could look into his eyes. “I can tell I’m not your first,” he wheezed as he pounded his cock roughly in and out of Booker’s anus. “But I promise you, you’ll never forget me.”
Reaching down, Rory wrapped his fingers around Dennis’ cock. “Are you going to come for me?” he gasped against Booker’s ear.
Dennis screwed his eyes closed and willed his body not to react. Tears of pain and humiliation leaked from his eyes and he stifled a sob. He was grateful that his cock remained limp and eventually Bentley gave up and concentrated on gaining his own release.
As he neared his climax, Bentley started to punch brutally at Dennis’ side with his fist, just as he had done to Tom. With a cry of delight, he shuddered his orgasm deep inside Booker’s body. When he was finally spent, he pulled out his cock and pushed Booker roughly onto the bed.
Dennis rolled onto his back and stared vacantly at the ceiling as the man climbed off the bed and pulled on his clothing. Looking down at Booker, Bentley gave him a wink. “Next time I’ll make you come,” he leered.
Turning his head, Dennis narrowed his eyes. “In your fucking dreams,” he spat venomously.
With lightening speed, Bentley reached out and grasping a handful of Booker’s hair, he yanked him from the bed. Dennis screamed in pain as the man dragged him across the floor and back to where Hanson sat with his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped tightly around his legs. After placing the manacle back around Booker’s neck, Bentley stepped back and motioned for Edward to stand next to him. Glaring down at the two naked officers, he spoke in a low, threatening voice. “Oh you will come for me Officer Booker and when you do it will be when your cock is buried deep inside Officer Hanson.”
Edward laughed loudly at the horrified look on Tom’s face. Smiling with satisfaction, Bentley took hold of the laughing man’s hand and exited the room.
When the door slammed closed, Dennis pulled up his knees and mirrored Tom’s position. Turning his head, he gave Hanson a watery smile but his façade quickly crumbled and dropping his head to his knees, he started to sob. He felt two arms encircle his body and he fell against Tom’s bare chest and wept uncontrollably. As Hanson’s fingers lightly played with his hair he took comfort from the soothing gesture. As his sobs turned to hiccups, he lifted his head and gazed deep into Tom’s eyes. “We’re screwed,” he stated in a soft voice.
Tom managed an encouraging smile and repeated his earlier statement. “We’ll think of something.” When Dennis did not reply, he placed his palm against his colleague’s wet cheek. “Lie down and get some sleep,” he instructed gently. “I’ll keep watch.”
Sighing heavily, Dennis reluctantly disengaged himself from Tom’s comforting embrace and lay down on the hard floor. Closing his eyes, he was asleep within moments.
As he gazed down at his partner, Hanson felt a stabbing pain in his heart. He knew all too well how Booker was feeling; the shame, the guilt and the humiliation were insurmountable.
As he closed his eyes, Bentley’s final words echoed in his mind and a cold shiver ran down his spine. If the deranged man forced them to have sex with each other, Tom knew it would be something that both he and Booker would suffer with forever.
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