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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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Over the course of the next few days, Dennis and Tom tried to assimilate into life behind bars. Shower time was the worst and every morning their hearts filled with fear as they stripped naked in front of the other inmates. However, despite the wolf whistles and suggestive comments, neither had suffered a physical attack since Carlos had forced Dennis to perform oral sex. Not that they had become complacent, they were constantly looking over their shoulders waiting for the attack that they knew would eventually happen.
Since arriving in jail, Tom had received a visit every day from one or all of his friends from Jump Street; Booker however, had received none. His parents and sister had visited him once but his mother had become so upset that Dennis had instructed them not to come again. He felt hurt that even his superior officer had deserted him in his time of need but he knew that it was because they all thought Tom was covering for him. However, even though he understood the reasoning, it did not lessen the pain in his heart and he found himself once again pushing the real Dennis Booker into the background and reasserting the tough I don’t give a damn façade to the fore. Since his ordeal with Tom, he had managed to reveal his softer side without feeling any of the insecurities that he usually did when letting his guard down. He knew it was because of his strong feelings for Hanson but even that could not prevent him from again building up a protective wall against the pain of abandonment. It hurt to know that the people he worked with cared so little about him and it was easier to wear the mask of bravado and pretend that he did not give a fuck.
Lying on his bunk, he stared blankly at the book he had borrowed from the library cart. Blake Harrison had called Tom to the visitors’ room and Dennis knew it would be at least an hour before he returned. Although he was confident that he could hold his own in a fight, he felt vulnerable when he was on his own. He had played down the attack in the shower room for Hanson’s sake but the act had left him feeling shaken and deeply ashamed. To know that Tom had witnessed him performing oral sex against his will was as emotionally damaging as the rapes had been. He so desperately wanted a relationship with Tom but he was beginning to wonder if it could ever happen after everything they had witnessed.
So lost in his thoughts, he did not hear soft footsteps enter the cell until it was too late. A hand clamped over his mouth and several strong arms prevented him from struggling. “Hey beautiful,” Martínez crooned softly. “Did you miss me?”
Dennis’ eyes bulged with fear as the men pulled him from the top bunk and threw him onto Tom’s bed. He felt a sharp pain against his neck and he immediately stopped moving.
Martínez squatted down on the floor and lovingly brushed Booker’s hair from his eyes. “Smart boy,” he murmured and he trailed his finger down Dennis’ cheek. “One nod from me and my friend Morgan will slice your throat open. So I want you to lie still and be a good little puppy, okay?”
Staring wildly around him, Booker tried silently to plead with one of the men in the room to come to his aid. However, when he saw who had accompanied Martínez into his cell, he knew he had no hope of someone coming to his assistance. Peter Mad Dog Morgan was awaiting trial for the rape of three men and Timothy Holland was currently on trial for the rape and murder of a teenager. Several other men stood at the cell door, keeping watch for any sign of a hack. But Dennis knew that even if a CO became suspicious, it was doubtful that they would intervene. Rapes happened on a daily basis within the jail and the hacks seemed willing to turn a blind eye.
Standing up, Martínez moved down to the end of the bed and removed Booker’s shoes and socks. Sitting down on the mattress, he cupped Dennis’ crotch in his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Mmm,” he murmured as his tongue darted out and licked his full lips. “I bet pretty Tommy enjoys the feeling of you ramming your cock up his ass. I wonder if he’d enjoy me fucking him too.”
A mixture of humiliation and fury filled Dennis’ eyes and he struggled to speak against the palm of Morgan’s hand. Carlos nodded for the tattooed man to release his hold and Booker took in several deep breaths. “Fuck you, you pervert,” he spat. “If you lay a hand on Hanson I’ll—”
Morgan slammed his hand back over Booker’s mouth whilst Martínez laughed hysterically. “Oh my beautiful puppy, if I want to play with Tommy there’s nothing you can do about it. But for now, I want to play with you. I want to hear you howl and then, when I’m done, I’ll think about what I can do to your precious Tom.”
Dennis cried out against Morgan’s hand as Carlos slowly removed his jeans and boxers. Tears filled his eyes as he felt callused fingers stroking at his cock and he screwed them closed so as not to have to witness the delight on his abuser’s face. The sharp point of the shank pressed painfully against his neck as strong hands bent up his knees and spread open his legs. Moments later, he smelled foul breath against his face and tears of shame leaked from his eyes as Martínez entered him. Pain ripped through his body and he let out a muffled cry. He could hear far away laughter and a loud grunting as Carlos began to pump in and out of his unprepared anus. He flinched as his rapist tugged at his cock and he silently begged his body not to react to the assault. Carlos’ breathing became more frenzied and his pace quickened. As he slammed his cock in and out of Booker’s body, he became vocal. “Howl for me puppy,” he demanded in a low, wheezy voice. “I wanna hear you bark.”
Morgan removed his hand but Dennis bit down hard on his lower lip and remained silent. The men in the room laughed at his stubbornness but Morgan jammed the shank deeper into the flesh of Booker’s neck and blood started to trail down his olive skin. “Bark,” he growled angrily but Dennis refused to comply. He let out a choking sob but that was the only sound he made. Moments later, Carlos threw back his head and let out a yell of delight as he ejaculated deep inside Booker’s body. Somebody clapped and Dennis turned his face to the wall in humiliation. He remained motionless as Martínez slowly withdrew from his body and stood up. Soft voices echoed around the room and he flinched when he felt a hand lovingly ruffle his hair. “Good puppy,” Carlos whispered against his ear. “But next time, I wanna hear you bark… woof!”
Turning his body away, Dennis’ drew his knees up to his chest and waited until he heard the men leave. When he was alone, he rolled over and sat up. Looking down at the bed, he could see semen and blood staining the top blanket. He slowly struggled to his feet and walked over to the small hand basin. He avoided looking in the mirror and reaching down, he pulled off a large wad of toilet paper. After soaking it under the tap, he gently cleaned himself up. Tossing the bloody paper into the toilet, he flushed the chain and limped over to the bed. He quickly dressed before swapping his blanket with the one stained with his blood and Carlos’ semen. Once satisfied that there was no evidence of his assault, he climbed up onto his bunk and lying down, he covered his eyes with his arm and tried to block out the screaming in his head.
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Walking back towards his cell, Hanson thought back over his conversation with Penhall and Ioki. He had begged with both officers to arrange a time to visit with Booker but both men had flatly refused. Tom was becoming increasingly aware that Dennis was withdrawing into himself and that the kind, sensitive man he had come to know was again slowly becoming consumed by the arrogant alter ego that Booker used as a front. He understood that it was partly because any sign of weakness within jail was a sure fire way of becoming a target for bullies but he also knew it was Booker’s way of concealing the hurt he felt at not receiving any visitors. Hanson had tried to explain to Doug and Harry that Booker’s mental health was beginning to suffer because he felt ostracized by his peers but neither man showed any concern for Dennis’ welfare. They believed that Booker deserved to be behind bars whereas Hanson did not.
Entering the small room, he saw Booker lying on the bed with his arm thrown over his face. Moving forward, he placed his hand on his friend’s arm. He pulled back in surprise when Booker violently jerked from his touch. “Hey,” he said in a soft voice as he tried to read the expression in Dennis’ eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Sitting up, Booker jumped lightly from the bed. “Nothing,” he replied in a flat voice. “You startled me, that’s all.” Moving across the room, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. “So, how was your visit?” he asked, unable to conceal the bitterness in his voice.
Tom knew he needed to tread warily. “Okay,” he answered softly. “They asked after you.”
Booker stared at Tom’s reflection in the mirror. “Really?” he asked sullenly. “If they were so worried about me you’d think they’d at least bother to visit.”
Stepping forward, Hanson laid a hand on Dennis’ shoulder. “Booker—” he began but Dennis quickly shrugged him off.
“Don’t,” he snapped and turning around, he pushed past Tom and stood by his bed. “I don’t need you to make excuses for them. They think I manipulated you, they think I killed Bentley. Well I don’t give a flying FUCK what they think, they can all go to hell!”
A feeling of shame washed over Tom and he lowered his eyes. “I told them it was me but they don’t believe it,” he replied in a quiet voice. “I don’t know what else to do.”
Dennis’ eyes flashed with anger. “Yeah?” he spat crossly. “Well I guess you haven’t tried hard enough.” Booker knew his words had hurt Hanson but he ignored his friend’s mortified expression and turning quickly on his heel, he strode from the room.
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Tom remained in their cell until Dennis returned several hours later. By his sweaty appearance, he guessed that Booker had been to the gym. Putting down his book, he stood up and approached his colleague. He refrained from touching him, as he was not sure what Dennis’ mood was and he had no desire to be punched in the face. Instead, he spoke in a soft, calm voice. “Can we talk?”
Picking up his towel, Dennis mopped his sweaty brow. “We’re stuck in a cell together,” he replied curtly. “I can’t really stop you.”
Sighing heavily, Tom turned away. “Forget it,” he murmured quietly. “I can’t reason with you when you’re like this.”
Spinning around, Booker glared angrily at Tom. “Like what Hanson?” he snarled. “Can you blame me for being pissed off? I’m trying my hardest to protect you, to protect myself and that’s still not good enough for the people I work with. You’re the fucking saint and I’m the fucking devil. I risked my life coming to find you and I could have very easily walked away when you killed Bentley but I didn’t. I covered for you because I wanted to protect you and now I’m starting to believe that I made a big fucking mistake! If we go to trial I’ll probably be found guilty and you’ll probably go free! No one will believe that Tommy Hanson is capable of murder… NOBODY! I wish to God I’d left you there… I wish I’d never… I wish I’d… I wish…” A loud sob escaped his lips and crouching down on the floor, he covered his face in his hands and burst into tears.
Tom stared down at Booker in bewilderment. The ferocity of his attack left him stunned and he wondered what had brought it on. He knew that Booker felt abandoned by his colleagues but he had not expected it to hurt him to the extent that it obviously had. However, he had an uneasy feeling that there was more to it than that. Squatting down, he laid a gentle hand on Dennis’ arm. “Did something happen when I was gone,” he asked quietly.
Lifting his head, Dennis’ expression was detached. “No,” he replied impassively. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.” Wiping his hand across his tear stained face, he gave Tom an insincere smile. “I’m fine, just forget it.”
Hanson watched silently as his friend stood up and exited the cell.
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