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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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Tom stood in the middle of the cell staring up at Booker’s sneering face with disbelieving eyes. His mind was in turmoil as he tried to comprehend how their lives had spun so far out of control that they had ended up at this precise moment in time; with Dennis high on heroin and he with a knife wound to his neck. Only two weeks ago, they were working undercover, walking the L.A. streets in search of a killer and their only worry was the cold weather and the uncomfortable living conditions they resided in. Now, they were both victims of rape and they were living in constant fear. Having built up a close, trusting friendship through their shared adversity, their relationship was beginning to implode. Booker had withdrawn completely and was heading down a path of self-destruction and Tom felt at a loss as to how to help him.
Feeling a desperate need to make contact with the warm and loving Booker he had formed an affinity with, Tom reached out, took hold of his friend’s hand and squeezed his fingers. “Please Dennis,” he cajoled in a soft voice. “Just listen to me, this is madness. You don’t take drugs!”
Dennis’ demeanor rapidly changed and he snatched his hand away. “I told you not to call me that,” he replied sullenly. “It’s Booker. You always called me Booker.”
“Yes I did,” Tom admitted in a quiet voice. “But a lot of things have changed between you and me since those days at Jump Street Dennis.” Determined to try again, he placed his hand on Booker’s knee. “Don’t you remember?”
Booker jumped down from the bunk and began to pace around the small cell, his mood clearly agitated. “Of course I fucking remember!” he shouted irately. “But I’ve changed my mind Hanson, I don’t want you in my life. I don’t want you anywhere fucking near me!”
Concerned that Booker was about to lose control completely, Tom decided to back off. “Okay,” he murmured quietly. “I’ll give you your space. But we share a cell so you’re going to have to face me sometime.”
Climbing back up onto his bunk, Booker lay down and gave Hanson an embittered look. “Yeah? Well if I’m high I can pretend that you’re not here.”
Tom remained standing for several moments before giving Booker his wish and leaving him alone.
**
Having spent an hour in the gym working off his frustrations, Tom threw his towel around his neck and headed towards the shower room. He felt vulnerable showering alone but since Booker’s melt down he had made the decision that he could no longer live his life in fear. If he had indeed lost Dennis as a friend, then he was completely on his own in a brutal, unpredictable environment. He needed to start asserting himself if he had any hope of surviving on the inside.
Kicking off his boots and yanking off his socks, he had just begun to pull his t-shirt over his head when Carlos Martínez, Pete Morgan, Eduardo Sánchez and Henry Thomas entered the room. Before he had time to react, Morgan and Thomas had him by the arms and although he struggled violently, he had no hope of breaking free of the two powerful men.
Martínez strolled over and grasping hold of Tom’s chin in his hand, he forced him to look into his face. “Hello Tommy,” he purred. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Although his heart was racing with fear, Tom kept his expression neutral. “What do you want Martínez?” he growled whilst continuing to struggle against his oppressors. “Haven’t you done enough?”
Chuckling in amusement, Martínez patted Hanson on the cheek. “Oh my silly little prag,” he smirked. “I’ve only just begun. I’ve separated you from your precious Dennis and now you my gorgeous Tommy, are ripe for the picking. So what’s it gonna be chico, huh? Do you want to suck my dick or do you want me to fuck you up the ass? The choice is yours.”
Tom clenched his hands into tight fists. “If you stick your cock anywhere near my mouth I’ll bite the fucking thing off,” he threatened in a low, menacing voice.
Unperturbed, Carlos Martínez grinned at the men holding Hanson. “Up the ass it is! Hold him against the wall fellas. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Realizing that he was just moments away from Martínez raping him, Tom started to panic. However, he had no opportunity to cry out as large, nicotine-smelling fingers clamped over his mouth, muffling his calls for help. Henry Thomas slammed his cheek against the cold tiled wall as Morgan yanked down his jeans and boxers. Raw terror consumed his mind and he struggled violently against his attackers. A stifled scream escaped his lips as Eduardo Sánchez yanked his arms painfully upwards and he felt his muscles strain. Morgan stabbed a homemade shank; fashioned from the handle of a toothbrush, into the flesh beneath his left eye. “If you don’t want to end up with only one eye you’ll stop struggling,” the man growled against Hanson’s ear.
Tom immediately stopped resisting and letting out a defeated sob, a single tear trickled down his cheek. He screwed his eyes closed as a rough finger pushed into his anus, followed by a second. Moments later, he felt warm breath against his ear and he shrank away from the contact.
“Ready prag?” Martínez whispered against his ear and Tom began to cry freely, unable to contain the helplessness and despair that filled his heart. The callused fingers withdrew from his body but Carlos’ cock quickly replaced them and Tom let out a muffled cry of pain as the Latino’s erection pushed deep into his body. Tears coursed down his face and he struggled to breathe against the hand clamped over his mouth. Although his mind was screaming, he could still hear Martínez’s satisfied grunts and the sound of laughter from his cohorts. Throughout the horror of his rape, Dennis’ face repeatedly flashed into his mind, confusing his senses and he began to lose touch with reality. He remembered lying on his tiny bunk, his body writhing beneath Booker’s touch until he reached an explosive orgasm. His body and mind had trouble disassociating the glorious memory from the rape that was taking place and his cock started to swell. The taste of his own salty fluid on Booker’s lips suddenly replaced the acidity of the palm pushed against his mouth. Martínez’s scream of pleasure as his orgasm hit became the sound of Dennis’ delighted cry when he had reached his climax and it was only when he found himself lying on the wet floor that he came back to the chilling reality that he suffered yet another rape.
Opening his eyes, he stared catatonically at the men who stood circled around him, laughing at his burgeoning erection. “Check it out Martínez,” Sánchez chortled. “You got the prag horny. He must have liked it.”
Licking his lips, Carlos Martínez squatted down and lightly stroked his finger up and down Tom’s cock. “Do you want me to make you come chico? Would that make you happy?” he murmured softly. Without waiting for a reply, he wrapped his fingers around Tom’s erection and began to move his hand up and down the long shaft. Hanson’s eyes remained fixed and he made no sound when he reached his climax. Martínez stood up and slowly licked his fingers clean before turning to his friends. “He was even more fun than Booker,” he smirked. “I think I’m going to like having him as my toy.”
The men murmured their approval and exited the bathroom laughing in amusement.
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Tom had no idea how long he remained on the floor but he suddenly became aware of gentle fingers stroking his face. Recoiling from the touch, he scrambled to the corner of the room and pulling his legs up to his chest, he hugged his knees protectively. He watched in terror as blue trousered legs approached him and he buried his face so as not to have to look at his attacker. When a soft voice spoke to him, he lifted his head and saw CO Mary Ellis squatting next to him. “It’s okay Hanson,” she murmured in a soothing voice. “Let’s get you dressed and I’ll take you to see Doctor Andrews.”
The shock of his attack engulfed Tom’s body and he started to shake uncontrollably. He allowed the young woman to help him to his feet and he stood with his arms wrapped around his chest as Ellis pulled on his boxers and jeans. His damp t-shirt clung to his body and Mary thought how young and vulnerable he looked. After speaking into her walkie-talkie, she placed an arm around Hanson’s shoulders and escorted him from the room.
Dozens of pairs of eyes watched silently as Ellis led Tom through the crowded recreational area and out into the corridor. When they entered the medical facility, Hanson remained unresponsive as the CO explained to Doctor Bartholomew Andrews what had occurred. Even when a young nurse removed his clothing and the GP examined and probed his body, he remained motionless, his brown eyes staring vacantly in front of him. Andrews made the determination to hospitalize him for shock and Ellis did not argue the point. Leaving Tom in the medical staff’s capable hands, she left the treatment room in search of Booker.
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An hour passed before Ellis was able to return to gen pop. She had received an urgent call to return to the medical facility and when she arrived, she found that Tom was no longer in a catatonic state. Several officers held him down whilst his body thrashed violently and he screamed obscenities. Mary assisted her colleagues in keeping Hanson still as Doctor Andrews administered a sedative. When the men lifted Tom onto a gurney, she took hold of his hand as they wheeled him into a small room. She struggled to keep her expression impassive as the doctor strapped him to the bed and she waited until they were alone before reaching out and brushing the sweaty strands of hair from his face. Although she knew she should return to her duties, she remained standing for a full thirty minutes beside Hanson’s bed, staring down into his pale face. She felt partially responsible for what had happened to Tom and she was having trouble coming to terms with her guilt. In retrospect, she now wished she had pushed Hanson to reveal what had happened the day before. If she had, she might not be standing there now gazing down at yet another victim of rape. However, she also knew how difficult it was to get inmates to talk and she doubted Tom would have revealed any names even if she had persisted with her questioning.
Realizing that her colleagues would be wondering where she was, she reluctantly left Tom’s bedside and returned to the crowded jail. She made it her first mission to find Booker and tell him what had happened to Tom. It was a well-known fact amongst the hacks that Tom and Dennis had a close bond and many speculated as to just how personal the relationship was. However, to Ellis it was irrelevant. She had never been one to judge a person on their sexuality and if Hanson and Booker found comfort from the horrors of life in jail by being intimate, then it was no concern of hers. Having read their files, she was well aware that both men had admitted to killing Rory Bentley and it was obvious that one man was covering for the other. That in itself told her that the relationship probably went beyond just friendship. It was a rarity in her line of work to come across two men who defended each other in such a way that they would be prepared to do time just to protect the other from harm and she wished that she had a special someone in her life who would do the same for her.
Reaching Tom’s cell, she walked in and approached the bunk where Booker was lying staring blankly at the ceiling. As she neared the bed, the shocking realization hit her that Booker was high on heroin. There was no mention in the file of him having a drug problem and she was well aware that both he and Tom were highly respected police officers in an undercover program. It was certainly common for inmates to turn to drugs to cope with life behind bars but it was more uncommon if the prisoner had a close network of friends inside. Tom and Dennis had spent less than a week incarcerated and it was now blatantly obvious to Ellis that Booker had suffered a sexual assault at the hands of another inmate. She knew that the young officers had endured repeated rapes whilst held captive by Bentley and she wondered if Dennis' last rape had pushed him over the edge. To make matters worse, she now had the unenviable task of delivering the news of Tom’s assault and she hoped that the information would not drive Booker to seek further solace in drugs.
When Booker showed no sign of acknowledging her presence, she cleared her throat. “Booker,” she began and she was surprised at how shaky her voice sounded. “I need to talk to you about Tom.”
Dennis slowly turned his drug induced gaze towards the CO. “Save your breath,” he mumbled. “I don’t give a rat’s ass about Hanson.”
Mary’s eyes widened in surprise at Booker’s words and she wondered how to proceed. She had been expecting Booker to show real concern for his friend’s wellbeing and the last reaction she had expected was complete indifference. Shifting uncomfortably, she decided not to beat around the bush. “Tom’s been raped,” she informed Dennis. “He’s okay but he’s in the medical facility under observation.”
Booker’s expression remained deadpan. Turning away, he resumed his study of the chipped paint on the ceiling. “Thanks for dropping by,” he muttered. “But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention Hanson’s name to me again.”
Bewildered by Dennis’ reaction, Ellis nodded her head and exited the cell. As she made her way down the metal staircase, she wondered if Tom knew that his friend no longer cared for him and that he was now completely alone.
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