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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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The following morning
Captain Adam Fuller gave each of his young charges a hard glare. He had returned from a week’s vacation to find one of his officers missing. “So no one has seen or heard from Booker since Monday morning?” he asked in a strained voice.
Doug ran a nervous hand through his hair. “That’s right Coach, Captain McCormick assigned Booker the case and he went to the mall to check it out.”
Tom stepped forward. “He’s only a few hours late Cap’n and you know what he’s like, he’s not exactly a stickler for the rules. I'm sure he's okay.”
Fuller’s eyes clouded over and turning his head, he glanced at the clock. “I hope you’re right Hanson,” he murmured quietly. “I hope you’re right.”
**
Having managed to crawl from the bathroom back into the empty room, Dennis curled into a ball and wrapped his arms around his shaking body. He was cold, suffering from shock and his mind was still addled from the drugs. He knew he needed to try to clear his mind and work out a plan of escape but he was exhausted and in pain and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and never wake up. Even though he did not remember the first rape, his life had changed the moment the first man had slammed his cock into his body and he knew it had been the catalyst. Never again would he be the same person he had been twenty-four hours before. What was left of his innocence had been completely shattered, his soul destroyed and his physical being desecrated. The rapes had damaged him, both mentally and physically and the scars would remain forever.
The sound of a key turning in a lock jerked him from his thoughts and struggling to a sitting position, he stared at the door in terror. Moments later, Mike Ferris walked in, his thin lips pulled into a sinister grin and Dennis’ badge held out in front of him. “Well, well Officer Booker, so you’re an undercover cop posing as a teenager. Isn’t that interesting?”
Dennis ran his tongue over his dry lips. “You need… to let… me go,” he rasped and leaning his head back against the wall, he struggled to keep his eyes focused. “My people will… be here… very… soon… and when they… arrive—”
Ferris threw back his head and laughed. “Oh Officer Booker, you do amuse me,” he chuckled. “Did you honestly think we’d bring you to a location that was in anyway affiliated with the Teen Scene School? This isn’t my first time, I’m not a novice. I’ve been in the industry for years and I know what my clientele like. They want to see beautiful teenage boys tied to a bed and raped. I admit, discovering that you were a cop was a bit of a shock but it makes no difference, you still look like a teenage boy and no one will know the difference. And as for your fellow officers, I’ve always liked a challenge. You’ve been missing for twenty-four hours, let’s see how long it takes them to find you.”
“Fuck… you,” Dennis spat, his voice tinged with venom. “You’re… going to… prison… for a very—”
Ferris demeanor changed abruptly. “Boring!” he cried out, his eyes dancing manically and it was at that moment Booker knew he was not just a depraved pervert; he was also a little bit crazy. “You need to get cleaned up my dear Dennis, it’s almost time for your next scene.”
Dennis’ face visibly paled and his terrified eyes frantically searched the empty room, looking for a means of escape. Seconds later, two men entered, one carrying a syringe and the other several fluffy towels and a bar of soap.
“No!” he sobbed and drawing his knees up to his chest, he shook his head violently from side to side. “I can’t! Oh God… I can’t!”
“Oh you can,” Ferris replied softly. “You can and you will.” Turning his head towards his two lackeys, he once again became business like. “Get him in the shower and clean him up. If he won’t cooperate, use the hose.”
As the two men approached, Dennis scrambled away but there was nowhere to hide and even though he fought against his attackers, he was still too stoned for his feeble efforts to have any effect. He felt a sharp prick in his upper arm and moments later, he lost control of his body and fell limply to the floor. The taller of the two men walked over and squatted down next to him. “You really are very pretty,” he murmured and reaching out, he stroked Dennis’ cock. “Are you going to be a good boy and take a shower with me?”
As the drug coursed through his veins, Dennis found it almost impossible to speak. “Help… me,” he slurred.
The man laughed. “Oh I’ll help you,” he grinned. “I’m going to scrub you nice and clean.” Looking up at his partner, he nodded towards Dennis’ legs. “Help me get him into the shower.”
The men carried Booker into the bathroom and laid him on the floor. He tried to crawl away, but the attempt was so pathetic, the two men roared with laughter. “Check him out Ben,” the shorter man chortled, “he still thinks he can escape.”
Ben’s gaze focused on the puddle of vomit and urine. “The filthy whore pissed and puked on the floor,” he muttered in disgust. “We should rub his nose in it like a dog.” When his friend did not answer, he looked away, turned on the shower faucets and adjusted the temperature. Steam quickly filled the small bathroom and stripping off his clothes, he stepped under the warm water. “Get him to his feet, he should be able to stand with some help.”
Strong hands gripped Dennis under his armpits and hauled him to his feet. He swayed drunkenly as the man maneuvered him into the shower cubicle. An arm circled his waist and he gasped as warm water cascaded over his body. Moments later, a soapy hand rubbed over his groin and gently tugged at his cock. “Is that nice?” Ben crooned as his fingers trailed over Dennis’ long shaft.
Water streamed over Dennis’ face, making it difficult for him to breathe. When Ben’s fingers rubbed over his anus, he struggled to break free. “No,” he mumbled weakly. “Don’t.”
Ben ignored his protests and after soaping over the area, he roughly inserted his finger. “Do you like that pretty boy?” he taunted whilst moving his finger in and out. “Does it make you horny?”
Laughter echoed around the bathroom. “Why don’t you fuck him Ben?” the short man suggested, his voice dripping with excitement. “Mike’ll never know.”
Nuzzling against Dennis’ ear, Ben sucked on the earlobe. “Would you like that pretty boy? Do you want me to stick my cock up your ass?”
Dennis’ body started to shake uncontrollably and his head shook violently from side to side, whipping his wet hair across his face. “No… no… no… no… no,” he moaned.
“I think he said yes, don’t you John?” Ben snorted.
John’s eyes glistened with arousal. “That’s what I heard,” he smirked and licking his lips, he unzipped his jeans and fondled himself through his boxers. “Go on, do it.”
Ben shuffled Dennis’ body so that he was facing the tiled wall and using his foot, he kicked his legs apart. The feel of Dennis’ body beneath his fingers had aroused him and he was almost fully erect. Keeping one arm wrapped around his captive’s waist, he took hold of his own cock and fondled it gently. A minute passed and with a low groan, he guided it until the tip pressed against Dennis’ puckered hole. “Ready beautiful?” he asked and without waiting for an answer, he pushed his erection inside.
A loud moan escaped Dennis lips and his legs started to give way. Ben pushed his ample weight against him and pressing him flat to the wall, he rocked his hips forward. “Fuck, you’re one tight little bitch,” he groaned. “No wonder Conan’s got a yen for you.” Reaching around, his fingers found Dennis’ cock and he rubbed his thumb over the smooth head. “Mmm, you’re a big boy. Let’s see if I can make you come.”
Although his drugged mind was resisting, Dennis' body was unable to fight against the assault. He stood with his cheek flattened against the tiles and his mouth pulled into a silent, grotesque scream as Ben pumped his cock in and out of his abused body. When he felt his own cock hardening from the stimulation, tears leaked from his eyes and mixed with the tiny droplets of condensation that speckled the tiles.
Ben’s soft grunts echoed throughout the bathroom, interspersed with John’s excited commentary. “Harder, fuck him harder. Oh yeah… oh yeah. Fuck that bitch.”
The assault lasted ten minutes. John came first, yelling out expletives as he coated his fingers in his own juices. Dennis body finally succumbed and with a strangled sob, he ejaculated over the tiled wall. Ben took longer, his grunts eventually becoming louder and with one final thrust, he shot his semen deep inside Booker’s body.
Heavy breathing rent the room and tucking himself away, John let out a sigh. “You shouldn’t have let him come, what if he can’t perform? Conan’ll be pissed.”
Ben withdrew his cock and picking up the bar of soap, he lathered Dennis’ body. “He’ll come, I’ll just give him a hit of coke and that’ll get his motor running.”
Dennis barely heard the conversation. Blood pounded in his ears and his head was spinning, making him feel nauseous. He wished the drug would render him unconscious because then and only then, would he be free from the nightmare.
**
Tom sat at his desk, nervously tapping his pen against the hard wooden surface. He did not want to let on to the other officers, but he was worried about Booker. Not that any of them would have believed it. Since Dennis had joined the Jump Street program, they had done nothing but bicker and get on each other’s nerves. But for Tom, it was mostly a ruse, a way to disguise what he really felt… that he was completely and utterly infatuated with the dark haired officer.
Since the age of twelve, he had known that he was attracted to both girls and boys. At that age, he had never heard the term bisexual and he had suffered with terrible guilt and confusion, certain that he was the only person on earth who had conflicting feelings. Then, as he matured, he realized he was not alone and that many others felt exactly the same way. However, the knowledge did not make his life any easier. He quickly learned that although there were others like him, it was not accepted behavior and that bisexuals were treated just as abhorrently as homosexuals, especially within the deeply religious community he was brought up in. So therefore, he suppressed his feelings and struggled through life doing what society deemed as right.
But when he joined the force and moved out of home, he found himself seeking out the company of men and he quickly realized that although he loved women, he was more sexually attracted to his own sex. He hated lying to his friends and especially to Doug. But heterosexual men were often the most homophobic and he feared Doug’s reaction if he came clean and revealed his sexuality.
Therefore, he kept his feelings to himself. He dated woman openly and men secretly but he hoped one day, he would be able to reveal his feelings without fear of judgment or ridicule. Because then and only then, would he be living his life as the real Tom Hanson, free of guilt and free to love whomever he pleased.
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