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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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Awakening from a deep sleep, Booker turned his head and gazed at Tom. The soft dawn light that filtered through the small cell window illuminated his face and Dennis found himself mesmerized by Hanson’s beauty. He was so completely captivated that he could not contain himself and bending forward, he lightly pressed his mouth against Tom’s inviting lips and kissed him softly. Hanson moaned in his sleep and Dennis smiled against the full pout. Reaching out, he ran his fingers lightly through Tom’s tousled hair. When Hanson’s sleepy eyes finally fluttered open, he gazed at him adoringly. “Morning,” he murmured and he traced his finger down Tom’s smooth cheek. “Sleep well?”
Smiling lazily, Tom nodded. It was the first decent night’s sleep since his incarceration and he now felt mentally prepared to deal with whatever surprises jail life had to throw at him. He wondered if it was the sensation of Booker’s muscular body lying next to him that had made the difference. It was comforting to know that he was not alone and he hoped that Dennis felt the same way.
Trailing his eyes down his friend’s firm body, he stopped and drew in his breath when he saw Booker’s erection tenting his boxers. Biting down on his lower lip, he raised his gaze and saw that Dennis’ dark eyes were full of longing. Without taking the time to think about his actions, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Dennis’ partially open mouth.
Booker groaned and placing his hand behind Tom’s head, he pulled him closer. As their kiss grew more passionate, Dennis felt his needs increasing. Breaking the kiss, he brushed his lips against Tom’s ear. “Touch me,” he murmured in a husky voice and taking hold of Hanson’s hand, he guided it down towards his semi erect cock.
Tom hesitated for a moment before tentatively stroking Booker’s cock through his boxers. It felt strange feeling another man’s erection in his hand and he felt self-conscious as he lightly ran his fingers over the erect shaft. Needing to hide his embarrassment, he again found Dennis’ mouth and kissed him deeply. When Booker groaned in pleasure, Tom grew bolder and reaching into the soft material, he released his lover’s cock from its confines and rubbed his thumb over the moist slit.
“Yes,” Booker moaned against Tom’s mouth and he began to rock his hips. “Touch me… I wanna feel you touching me.”
As he began to move his hand up and down Booker’s thick cock, Hanson felt his own erection hardening. He could feel Dennis’ fingernails digging into his backside and he began to lose his inhibitions. He quickened his pace as his mouth explored the olive skin of Booker’s throat. Throwing his head back, Dennis began to writhe against the lumpy mattress. “Faster,” he panted heavily. “Oh fuck… oh yeah.”
Tom nipped at Booker’s earlobe. “Come for me,” he breathed and it was those three little words that pushed Dennis to his climax. Crying out, he thrust into the warm hand that was wrapped around his cock and his semen shot forth and covered Tom’s fingers. Panting heavily, he continued to thrust until he had nothing left to release.
Opening his eyes, he gazed lovingly at Tom and leaning forward he kissed him tenderly. When he finally broke the kiss, he could see hot desire in Hanson’s eyes. Sitting up, he moved lithely into position and straddling Tom’s thighs, he slowly pulled down his boxers. “Ready?” he asked mischievously.
Hanson’s eyes filled with confusion. “Wha—” he began, but his words were cut off when Booker grinned impishly and ducked his head. When full lips wrapped around his cock and slowly moved up and down his erect shaft, Tom cried out in delight and he thrust his hips upwards whilst his fingers grasped at Booker’s hair. Opening up his throat, Dennis began to hum and the vibration against his sensitive cockhead was too much for Tom to bear. “FUCK!” he cried out in surprise and tangling his fingers in the dark hair, he pumped his cock deep into the accommodating warmth of Dennis’ mouth. “Jesus… oh Jesus… oh Jesus,” he cried and his hips lifted off the mattress. Never in his life had he experienced such a sensation and he knew he would not be able to hold on for too long. Finally, it was the sight of Dennis’ dark hair hovering over him that drove him to his climax. With a primordial yell, he rammed his cock against the back of Booker’s mouth and ejaculated forcefully into his throat.
Swallowing deeply, Dennis groaned as the salty fluid flowed down the back of his throat. He savored the uniqueness of Tom’s taste and he lapped lovingly at the softening cock, unwilling to give up the flavor. When Tom’s hands slowly disengaged, he lifted his head and smiled at the sated expression in his lover’s eyes. Lying down on his side, he kissed Tom passionately. As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, he shared with Tom the taste of his very essence. When they eventually broke apart, he rolled onto his back and his chest rose and fell heavily as he fought to gain his breath. “That was fucking amazing,” he gasped.
Tom stared up at the sagging bunk above him whilst he attempted to get his own breathing under control. “Yeah,” he muttered in a breathless voice.
The shrill sound of the morning bell shattered their post orgasm bliss and Booker groaned in annoyance. He did not want to leave the comfort of Tom’s bed and face the rest of the inmates and he especially did not want to face Martínez. However, he had no choice; jail had rules and if you did not follow the rules there were dire consequences.
Pulling up his boxers, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. For the first time since his incarceration, he felt ready to tackle the day. Unfortunately, he had no idea of the nightmare he was about to face.
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Having managed to shower and eat breakfast without any incidents, Booker felt himself beginning to relax. Neither Martínez nor his cohorts had paid them any attention during the morning and he wondered if the hacks had finally stepped in and given them a warning. He hoped that he and Hanson had finally seen the end of the abuse they had both suffered over the last few weeks. Their incarceration had occurred so quickly after their release from hospital that neither of them had received any form of psychological counseling to aid them in their recovery. He realized now that Tom’s way of coping was to bury the memories of Bentley’s attacks deep into the recesses of his mind. However, by doing so he was only delaying the inevitable. One day something would set off a trigger in his brain and all the unwanted memories would come flooding back in one gigantic, all consuming wave. It was Booker’s fear that if this happened, Tom would suffer a complete breakdown. Although he himself had pushed the memories aside, he had not buried them completely and once he was free, he planned to seek some form of therapy to help him through the horror of his ordeals.
Walking into the small gymnasium, he lay down on a bench and nodded at Tom. “Spot me?” he asked and adjusting his position, he gripped hold of the weight bar above his head. As he continuously lifted the barbell up and down, he could see Hanson’s face above him, his body hovering in case he needed help. Gazing at the long bangs that framed his face, Booker once again found himself captivated by Tom’s attractiveness and he wondered if the young officer was even aware of how pretty he was. It was a rare attribute in a man and whereas most pretty men appeared somewhat feminine, Tom was all male. Although not muscular, his body was toned and it had a litheness that made him appear much smaller than he actually was. Dennis was well aware that in a fair fight, Tom could hold his own. However, that did not make him feel any less fearful as there were no fair fights in jail.
As he began to struggle with the weight of the barbell, Hanson stepped forward and placed it on the rack. Sitting up, Booker grinned self-consciously as he flexed his arms. “I’m not as strong as I thought I was,” he muttered.
Tom’s eyes traveled slowly down Dennis’ sweaty body. “You look pretty strong to me,” he murmured softly.
A deep flush stained Booker’s skin and standing up, he placed his towel around his neck. “Fancy some alone time?” he whispered.
Tom blushed and nodding his head, he followed Booker out of the gym and towards their cell. As they were climbing the metal staircase to the second floor they heard Bill Jacobs call out their names. Turning around, they waited until the hack was standing at the bottom of the steps. “Turn it around fellas,” he instructed. “You’ve got a visitor.”
Tom and Dennis exchanged puzzled looks. “Both of us?” Booker asked in surprise.
“That’s what I said,” Jacobs replied.
Shrugging their shoulders, the two men followed Jacobs out of the main area and down a corridor. When he stopped outside of a door, Tom narrowed his eyes warily. “This isn’t the visitors’ room,” he said in a quiet voice.
Jacobs flashed a smile. “Visitors’ room is full, you’re using this one today,” he advised. Opening the door, he nodded his head. “In you go.”
Stepping cautiously into the room, Tom looked around him and immediately relaxed. The room consisted of a table and several chairs. Turning to Booker, he raised his eyebrow. “I guess we wait?”
Dennis was about to answer when the door behind them opened. Turning around, both men paled when they saw Martínez and five other men enter the room. The door slammed closed behind them and they heard a soft click as someone locked it from the outside. Cracking his knuckles for effect, Martínez swaggered forward until he was standing just in front of Dennis, whilst the rest of the men quickly formed a circle around Hanson. “Well, well, well,” he crooned menacingly. “Did you really think you could run away from me puppy?”
Upon hearing the word puppy, Dennis’ face flushed pink but he held his ground. “You don’t scare me Martínez,” he replied in a low voice. “Wherever you go you always have to have backup. If you were a real man it would be just you and me fighting it out.”
Carlos let out a hollow laugh and his brown eyes flashed dangerously. “Oh I’m a real man cachorro,” he muttered in a low voice. “And you’re just about to find out just how real I am.”
With a slight nod of his head, Hanson found himself thrown to the floor by a large, bald man. He immediately tried to scramble to his feet but two burly men stepped forward and held him down. Seeing that Tom was in trouble, Dennis ran forward but a well aimed punch to the throat knocked him to the ground. Unable to breathe, he kneeled on the floor as his hands clutched at his throat. His eyes grew wide with panic and he could hear Tom screaming his name but he was unable to answer. Supporting himself on one arm, he choked uncontrollably for several minutes until he was finally able to get his breathing under control. Looking up, he saw Tom lying on his back, his arms and legs held by four men and a shank pushed against his throat. When he struggled to stand up and go to his friend’s aid, a stinging blow to his face sent him reeling backwards. He cried out in pain as a meaty fist grabbed his hair and yanked him roughly to his feet. Strong hands grasped his arms, preventing him from moving and seconds later, he smelled hot nicotine breath against his face and his skin crawled in revulsion.
“Now, now,” Martínez berated softly. “Behave. We all know what happens to bad puppies… they get put down.”
Booker’s mind raced as he tried to think of a way to get both he and Tom away from the crazed inmate. He could see the terror in Tom’s eyes and he knew that he had no choice; whatever Martínez asked him to do, he had to do it or Hanson would no doubt pay the price.
As Mad Dog Morgan held Booker’s arms firmly in place, Martínez walked around so he could stare into his captive’s frightened eyes. “Are you going to behave puppy?” he asked in a singsong voice.
Hanging his head in defeat, Dennis nodded. Carlos grinned like a lunatic and reaching forward, he popped the button on Booker’s jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. “Kick off your shoes,” he murmured in a husky voice and his eyes became black with arousal.
Biting down on his lower lip, Dennis did as Carlos asked, all the while ignoring Tom’s pleas for him to stop. Martínez yanked down his jeans and boxers and he stepped out of them without having to be asked. “Good puppy,” Martínez uttered softly and he ruffled Booker’s hair. “Now, on your hands and knees.”
Dennis dropped to the floor and hung his head so he would not have to meet Tom’s eyes. He flinched when he felt Martínez tie a rope around his neck and pull it tight. The coarse fibers bit into his flesh and he cried out softly. He tried desperately to block out the sound of Tom’s distressed voice screaming his name and tears of humiliation filled his eyes. He gasped loudly as Martínez pushed against his opening and as his muscles stretched and his delicate skin tore, tears of shame streamed from his eyes. When Martínez began to pump his cock in and out, he once again bit down on his lip to stifle a cry. He felt warm breath on the nape of his neck and he shuddered involuntarily. Moments later a low voice whispered in his ear. “Bark puppy.”
This time Dennis resisted and he shook his head furiously from side to side. The sound of Tom screaming jerked his head up and he cried out when he saw blood gushing from a large wound in his friend’s neck.
“BARK!” Martínez yelled and his pace became more frenetic as he pulled on the homemade leash around Booker’s neck.
“Don’t!” Tom sobbed hysterically as blood stained the front of his white t-shirt. “Oh God Dennis DON’T!”
Tears streamed down Booker’s face and lowering his head so that he did not have to face the humiliation of seeing the expression on Tom’s face, he let out a soft bark.
“Louder!” Martínez shouted excitedly and he tightened the rope around Booker’s throat as he slammed his cock in and out of his body. “I want to hear you bark!”
Choking back a sob, Dennis began to bark. Laughter filled the room and the men began to jeer. Carlos’ screamed out in delight and yanking Booker’s head back, he spilled forth his orgasm before collapsing heavily on top of his victim.
The room went eerily silent except for Tom’s anguished sobs. Martínez withdrew from Booker’s body and standing up, he pulled up his jeans and tucked in his shirt. Looking down at Dennis, he grinned cruelly and nudged at the unmoving form with the toe of his boot. “Aww puppy,” he pouted. “Was I too rough on you?”
His cohorts laughed in amusement. Walking over, he gazed down menacingly into Tom’s pale face. “You got off lightly today chico,” he muttered softly. “Next time, I might be riding you.”
When Carlos nodded his head, the men released Hanson’s arms and legs. They walked over to the door and after knocking on the wooden paneling, the door opened and they exited the room.
Ignoring the pain in his neck, Tom crawled across the floor to where Booker lay. Reaching out, he started to sob as he laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Dennis?” he wept, the pain that he felt for his lover almost too much to bear.
Booker pulled himself into a sitting position and swatted Tom’s hand away. “Don’t touch me,” he replied through gritted teeth. Scrambling to his feet, he silently pulled on his boxers and jeans and picked up his boots.
Tom stood up unsteadily and placed a bloodied hand on Dennis’ arm. “Dennis—” he tried again.
This time Booker turned around and shoved Hanson forcefully onto the floor. “I SAID DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” he screamed into Tom’s startled face and without waiting to see if his friend was all right, he turned and walked away.
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