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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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Edward returned several hours later with a couple of sandwiches and a container of water. The light filtering through the small air vent slowly faded as the sun disappeared behind the horizon and the room was plunged into darkness. Tom and Dennis ate in silence, neither wanting to talk about the rapes or Bentley’s perverse comment about them having sex with each other.
As the temperature in the room dropped, Tom started to shiver and Booker wrapped his arms around the young officer’s trembling body and pulled him close, causing their chains to rattle eerily. “Hey,” he said in a soft voice. “Are you okay?”
“C-cold,” Hanson replied as he tried to stop shaking. Lifting his head, he peered at Booker’s outline through the darkness. “I hate to state the obvious but we need to get out of here.”
“Yeah,” Dennis responded softly. “But the only chance we’ve got is if Bentley comes here alone.”
Tom remained silent for several minutes before voicing his concerns in a shaky voice. “What if he… you know… makes us do stuff?”
“I don’t know Tom,” Booker answered quietly.
Another long silence stretched out before Hanson spoke again in a voice barely above a whisper. “Could you do it?”
Booker was grateful for the darkness as his face flushed scarlet. He knew he needed to give Hanson an answer but he did not know what to say. Under different circumstances, he would willingly make love to Tom; it was something he had dreamed about since he first met the handsome officer months before. However, if he was forced to do it against Tom’s will, then it was rape and he would be no better than the depraved Rory Bentley. But he also knew that if a gun were pointed at Hanson’s head, he would do it to spare his partner’s life, whether Tom ever forgave him or not.
Chewing on his lower lip, he gave his reply. “Maybe,” he muttered.
Tom pulled away from Dennis’ arms and stared into his colleague’s shadowy face. “You’ve done it before,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I heard what Bentley said to you about him not being your first. Do you fuck guys or do you just let them fuck you?”
Tom’s blunt questioning angered Booker and his hands balled into tight fists. To prevent himself from hitting Hanson, he scrambled as far away from his antagonist as the chain around his neck would allow. “Don’t worry Tommy,” he spat furiously. “You’re not my type.”
Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Tom moved across the floor until he was once again sitting next to Booker. “Sorry,” he apologized in a quiet voice. “I don’t know why I said that. I think I’m starting to go a little crazy.”
The images of Tom’s rapes flashed through Dennis’ mind and he sighed heavily. Hanson had been through a lot and it was little wonder that he was not thinking clearly. “Apology accepted,” he muttered in a flat voice. “Now get some sleep.”
Tom lay down on the cold cement and pulled his legs up to his chest in an effort to keep warm. Booker remained sitting, staring out into the gloomy room, as the shadowy outlines of the table and bed silently taunted him.
**
Adam Fuller put down the phone and leaned back in his chair. He had been unable to contact Booker since their last phone conversation about the second tape and he had an uneasy feeling that the impulsive young officer had somehow gotten himself into trouble. After an anxious wait, he had finally heard from the forensics laboratory about the video. Looking down at his notepad, he silently spoke the words written in his small, neat script. Edward, Mister Bentley, clock, Adult, Movie, Shop. The first two words were obviously the names of Tom’s kidnappers and the last were clues to his whereabouts.
Sighing heavily, he pushed back his chair and stood up. Walking over to his open doorway, he yelled for Penhall. When the officer arrived, he closed the door and motioned to a chair. Picking up the piece of paper with Hanson’s message, he handed it to Doug. “Does this mean anything to you?” he asked in a serious voice.
Penhall read the words. “No Coach,” he replied despondently. “But they must be the names of Tommy’s abductors and the clock and shop reference must point to where he is being held.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Fuller responded. He paused for a moment whilst he decided on the best course of action. “Get Ioki and Hoffs and start researching; the clock and movie store must be close together so they shouldn’t be too difficult to find. Go downtown and check the NCIC database to see if there is any association between an Edward and a man named Bentley. It’s a long shot but we’ve nothing else to work with.”
Penhall nodded and stood up. Tom had been missing for four days and as each hour passed, he became more desperate to find his friend and rescue him from the nightmare he was living.
As he walked from the room, he suddenly stopped and turning back around, he addressed his superior. “Any word from Booker?” he asked quietly.
Fuller shook his head. “I don’t know whether to be worried or pissed off,” he replied with a sigh. “Booker causes me more problems than all my other officers put together.”
Doug gave a nervous smile. “Let’s hope you end up being pissed off,” he answered softly. “Because the alternative means…” His voice trailed off and lowering his eyes, he turned and walked from the room.
**
A soft light filtered into the cold, dim room and Tom’s eyelids fluttered open. He immediately felt a heaviness across his body and looking down, he saw Booker’s arm draped over his waist. He wondered at what point during the night they had come together, whether it had happened consciously or unconsciously. Either way, he was thankful for the warmth and the feeling of protection that Booker’s embrace had offered him.
Lifting Dennis’ arm, he gently disengaged himself. His cramped muscles ached painfully as he staggered to his feet and walked over to the bucket. After relieving his bladder, he picked up the water container and took several sips, saving the rest of the fluid for Booker. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes and he felt lightheaded and a little nauseous. Looking down at Dennis, he winced when he saw the purple bruises covering the officer’s lower back and side. The injury mirrored his own contusions and his fingers tenderly explored the painful area over his kidney. He gasped in pain and quickly pulled his hand away. There was obviously some damage but he hoped it was only external and not internal.
In need of human contact, he sat down next to Booker and laying a hand on the sleeping man’s shoulder, he gave it a light shake. Dennis moaned in his sleep before slowly opening his eyes. Seeing Tom staring down at him, he gave a sleepy smile. “Geez Hanson,” he murmured softly. “I was having a really good dream.”
“Yeah?” Tom replied solemnly. “Well I hate to break it to you Booker but the reality is, we’re living in a nightmare.”
The significance of Tom’s words struck a chord with Booker and the smile vanished from his face. Sitting up, he ran his hand through his tousled hair. “Any suggestions?” he asked quietly.
When Tom remained silent, he got up and walked over to the bucket. After urinating, he picked up the bottle of water and carried it over to where Hanson was sitting silently staring off into space. He sat down and offered the bottle but Tom shook his head. “I’ve already had some,” he replied softly. “The rest is yours.”
Booker took a sip and screwed the cap back on before placing the container on the ground. After several minutes of silence, he placed a hand on Hanson’s shoulder. “I think we should jump him,” he stated.
Tom looked up with sad eyes. “And risk one of us getting shot?” he asked pragmatically. “Shit Booker, he’s barely feeding us, I doubt he’s going to care if one of us is lying on the floor bleeding to death.”
Dennis sighed impatiently. “Well what do you suggest?” he asked in annoyance. “We can’t just sit here and wait—”
The door across the room opened and Bentley and Edward walked in, both carrying a gun. Edward also carried a bottle of water and he tossed it carelessly across the room towards the two officers. The plastic bottle hit the floor and rolled next to Tom and the young officer quickly picked it up and checked that the plastic had not split. Satisfied that it was okay, he placed it to one side.
“Ah, my beautiful boys,” Bentley called out merrily as he strode across the room. “And how are we feeling today?”
Hanson remained silent but Booker stared directly into the deranged man’s eyes. “Fuck you,” he hissed. “When I get out of here, you’d better hope that I don’t find you.”
Bentley threw back his head and roared with laughter. After wiping the tears from his eyes, he smiled at Dennis. “Oh Officer Booker,” he smirked. “You do amuse me. Do you really think you’re ever getting out of here?” When Booker did not reply, the man laughed again and clapped his hands excitedly. “Enough chat, let’s have some fun. Edward, get the camcorder.”
Edward hurried from the room and returned moments later with the video recorder. Tom shot a nervous glance at Booker and beads of perspiration moistened his upper lip. He was terrified of what was to come, especially after the man’s comments the previous day.
“Now boys,” Bentley continued cheerfully. “Today we’re going to make a movie and whether or not it becomes a snuff film is ultimately up to you. If you behave, you live. If you don’t… well let’s just say things could get bloody.”
Booker could feel Tom’s body trembling beside him and reaching out, he took hold of the frightened officer’s hand. Ignoring Bentley, he turned and placed his other hand on the back of Hanson’s neck. “Hey,” he murmured. “It’s okay, we’ll get through this.”
“How?” Tom whispered, his eyes brimming with tears. “Oh God Booker, how?”
Dennis gently pulled Tom towards him until their foreheads were almost touching. “We do what he says,” he murmured softly. “Our goal is to stay alive Tommy and I believe he will kill us if we don’t follow his orders.”
Tom let Booker’s words sink in before he replied. “Okay,” he responded in a low, quavering voice. “But when I get the chance, I’m going to kill the son-of-a-bitch with my bare hands.”
Hanson’s words sent a chill of fear down Booker’s spine. He had never heard Tom speak in such a violent way before and suddenly, he worried about what the young officer was capable of doing if given the opportunity.
Bentley clapped his hands impatiently. “Come on boys, it’s showtime!” he cried out happily. Raising his gun, he pointed it at Booker. “Officer Hanson, Edward is going to unchain you and if you try anything, Officer Booker will get a bullet between the eyes, understood?”
“Yes,” Tom mumbled miserably. He felt impotent, completely powerless against the mad man standing before him. Casting a final glance at Booker, he sat patiently as Edward removed the manacle from around his neck.
“Get up,” Edward instructed and Tom clambered to his feet. The young man placed the barrel of his gun against the back of Tom’s head and pushed him towards the bed. “Lie down on your back!” he barked authoritatively, enjoying the power that his master had bestowed upon him.
Lying down, Hanson winced as Edward yanked his arms above the bed and tied them together before attaching them to the railed bed head. Satisfied with his work, the young man pointed the gun at Tom and nodded at Bentley.
Stepping forward Rory looked down at Dennis. “I think you know what I’m about to say Officer Booker,” he murmured. “Edward is an excellent shot and if you so much as fart in my direction, he’ll blow Hanson’s head off.”
Booker nodded his understanding and he sat compliantly as Bentley released him from his metal collar. Waving his gun, the man indicated for him to walk over to the bed. As he stood staring down at Tom lying naked and bound on top of the sheets, he felt a stirring in his groin. Horrified at his body’s reaction, he closed his eyes and bit down hard on his lip.
An amused laugh sounded in his ears and opening his eyes, he saw Bentley smiling in delight. “Well isn’t that interesting,” Bentley chuckled. “The sight of Officer Hanson lying naked and tethered on a bed makes you horny.”
Tom stared up at Booker in shock and he felt sick to his stomach. He watched as tears of shame filled Booker’s eyes and he quickly turned away, not wanting to witness the officer’s humiliation.
Unconcerned by the young men’s obvious displays of emotion, Bentley pushed Booker towards the bed. “I think you know what to do Officer Booker and please, I want you to put your heart and soul into it because I want to video it for my special customers. Now, get on the bed and I’ll tell you when to begin.”
Booker stood motionless with his eyes screwed shut, desperately trying to think of a way out. He jumped when he felt cold steel pressing against the back of his head. “Move,” Bentley snarled. “Or Officer Hanson will be scooping your brains up off the floor.”
Wiping his hand over his mouth, Booker climbed onto the bottom of the bed. He realized that resistance was futile but that did not mean that he could not do things his own way. Turning his head, he gave Bentley an impassive look. “If you want it to look good on tape, let me use some lubrication,” he muttered, trying desperately to keep the anger out of his voice. Then another thought popped into his mind. “And a condom.”
Bentley thought about Booker’s proposal for a moment before nodding at Edward. “Get the lubrication,” he instructed. “But you’re riding bareback today Officer Booker.”
Edward scurried away and returned several minutes later with a tube of lubrication. After handing it to Booker, he picked up the camcorder and stood expectantly, waiting for his master’s command.
Bentley began to rub at his cock through his trousers. “Begin,” he groaned excitedly.
Edward switched on the recorder and focused it on the two men on the bed. Booker made the decision to try and forget that he was being watched, to try and treat Hanson in the same way that he would treat any of his lovers; respectfully, lovingly and sensually.
“Hey,” he murmured and he gently turned Hanson’s face towards him. “You’ve got to trust me, okay?”
Tom’s eyes filled with tears but he nodded his head. Booker smiled at him affectionately. “I’m going to touch you,” he whispered. “Just try and relax.”
Kneeling back, Booker carefully bent up Tom’s knees and opened his legs. He placed one hand on Tom’s left side and using his thumb, he lightly stroked the flawless skin. Tom’s wide eyes gazed up at him and smiling encouragingly, he reached down with his right hand and gently caressed Hanson’s perineum. He felt Tom jump at the contact but he continued to move his finger in a circular motion around the soft flesh. Gradually, he moved his finger towards Tom’s anus and when he brushed his finger over the opening, he heard a soft gasp escape from Hanson’s lips. He stroked over the puckered hole for another minute before lightly caressing Tom’s testicles. He tugged gently at the sac before moving his finger back to Tom’s perineum. Another minute passed then he gradually stopped and picking up the lubrication, he squirted a large dollop onto his fingers. Lifting his left hand, he continued to stroke Tom whilst he liberally lubricated his own cock. When he was satisfied, he placed another blob of oil onto his finger. Leaning forward so his face was only inches from Tom’s, he spoke in a low voice. “I’m going to use my finger first. I’ll try not to hurt you.”
Tom bit down on his lip and nodded. Booker placed his finger against Tom’s anus and smiled lovingly. “Breathe in,” he instructed. Hanson took a deep breath and waited. “Now breathe out,” Booker murmured and when Tom exhaled, he carefully pushed the tip of his finger inside the puckered hole. “Again,” he encouraged gently and little by little, he inserted his finger. His erect cock throbbed painfully at the sight before him and closing his eyes, he took several deep, calming breaths. He then began to move his finger in a slow, circular motion inside of Tom. Gradually, he felt Hanson relax and he pushed slowly through the tight wall of muscle. Once inside, he reached out and gently brushed Tom’s sweaty hair from his eyes. “Okay?” he asked softly.
“Yeah,” Tom murmured, his gaze never leaving Booker’s dark eyes.
Dennis returned a tender smile. “I’m going to move my finger in and out. It will help to open you up,” he advised quietly. Tom closed his eyes and after hesitating for a moment, Booker began to thrust carefully with his finger. When the internal muscles had relaxed completely, he pushed a little deeper and finding Tom’s prostate, he began to massage it gently.
Tom’s eyes flew open and his face bore a startled expression. Excited by the reaction, Booker leaned forward; his lips so close that Hanson could feel the young officer’s hot breath against his face.
“Can you feel it Tommy?” Booker breathed.
“Oh God,” Tom moaned and he felt his cock begin to swell. “Oh God!”
Knowing that it was time, Booker slowly withdrew his finger. Leaning over Tom’s body, he supported himself on one hand and placed the tip of his cock against his partner’s entrance. “Wrap your legs around me,” he panted, his weeping cock aching for release.
Tom hesitated for a moment before lifting his legs and encircling them around Booker’s waist. He felt the hardness of Dennis’ cock pressing against him and he screwed his eyes closed and waited for the pain. Instead, he felt pressure below and the feeling of being stretched open. Opening his eyes, he looked up at Booker and saw two black eyes gazing down at him.
“Ready?” Dennis whispered, his voice sounding husky.
When Tom nodded his reply, Booker started to rock his hips gently forwards and backwards. As his thrusts increased, he had to suppress a moan of pleasure. He shifted his position slightly and he tried not to grin when Tom cried out as his prostate was stimulated.
With every thrust, Booker’s arousal intensified and he completely forgot his surroundings; he forgot that he was being filmed and he forgot that he was just a pawn in Bentley’s sexual fantasy. All he saw was the man he had dreamed about, writhing beneath him. Lowering his head, he placed his mouth against Tom’s. “Do you want me to touch you?” he moaned as he sucked at the protruding flesh of Hanson’s lower lip.
“Yesss!” Tom hissed in delight and when Booker wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock, he cried out from the double pleasure. “Harder!” he panted. “Oh God I’m gonna come!”
Booker increased his thrusts whilst nipping and sucking at the taut skin of Hanson’s throat. “Come for me baby,” he murmured, unaware that he had used such an affectionate term. “I wanna feel you come.”
“Oh fuck,” Tom groaned. “Oh fuck, oh yes… oh yes… oh yes… ohhh YESSS!” His climax hit hard and he forcefully ejaculated over his stomach, his semen covering Booker’s fingers. With a yell, Booker began to thrust deeper inside of Tom’s body and when his orgasm hit, he cried out in delight. Panting heavily, he continued to thrust until his erection softened. With a moan of satisfaction, he carefully pulled out and dropping on top of Tom’s sweaty torso, he found his mouth and kissed him passionately.
So caught up in the moment, Tom kissed Dennis back hungrily. Only when they heard the sound of clapping did they return to reality and to the true horror of what they had just done.
“Bravo! Bravo!” Bentley called out happily. “Gentlemen, that was magnificent! I could never have dreamed of such a performance. You will become stars and this video will go down in history as one of the best pornographic movies ever made!”
Panic gripped at Tom’s heart and he began to struggle. “Get off me,” he cried, his voice rising hysterically. “Get off me… get off me… GET OFF ME!”
Frightened by the terror in Hanson’s voice, Booker clambered from the bed. Looking down in horror, he watched whilst Tom frantically threw his head from side to side. “NO!” Tom screamed wildly. “NO! NO! NO! NO… NOOO!”
Dropping to his knees, Booker buried his face in his hands. As Tom continued to scream, the sound of Bentley’s laughter echoed around the room.
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