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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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A week passed and Matty and his friends continued to visit Hanson every night after lights out. Richardson’s true sadistic side emerged when he noticed the cuts and scabs on Tom’s forearms. He found the fact that Tom was self-harming incredibly amusing and so he decided to add to the scars by having Bloodhound burn Hanson with cigarettes whilst he was raping him. Over time, Tom had become eerily silent during the rapes, even when a lit cigarette sizzled against his skin. It was obvious to those on The Zone that the assaults had taken their toll on him and he walked around in a permanent daze, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. He only left his room for mandatory schooling and although Reggie Wilkes had tried his best to intervene by reporting Tom’s fragile state to the facility director, no one stepped in and stopped Matty and his boys from visiting Hanson and sexually assaulting him.
Hanson knew he was slipping into a deep depression but he could not rise above it. He felt betrayed by his superiors, unable to understand why no one had contacted him when he had failed to report in. His unbalanced mind even started to believe that he deserved the rapes as punishment for sending hundreds of young boys to juvenile detention during his time at Jump Street. As his grandmother used to say, it was his just desserts. After making the homemade shiv, he now only used it to methodically carve away at his own flesh. The only time he felt in control was when the sharp plastic cut into his skin. His arms were a mess, covered in angry red scars and so he had started inflicting wounds on the tender flesh of his inner thighs. He wondered how many other inmates resorted to self-mutilation as a way of feeling in control in a place that stripped you of any power.
Unless of course, you were Matty Richardson. He wielded all the power on The Zone and took great delight in making sure everyone knew it.
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Sitting in his cell staring blankly at the open pages of Moby Dick, Tom did not hear Morty enter. “Look lively McQuaid, you’ve got a visitor.”
“A visitor?” Tom echoed, his mind so muddled that there were days he barely remembered that he was an undercover police officer. “Who is it?”
“Social worker,” Morty replied. “You’ve only got ten minutes so you’d better hurry up.”
Hanson stared back in confusion. "Do I have a social worker?" he wondered and then slowly realization dawned. Of course he did not have a social worker; he was a cop not an inmate. That meant that his visitor was someone from the department. Hurrying to his feet, he quickly pulled on a worn sweatshirt to cover his damaged arms. “Let’s go,” he responded eagerly but before he could walk out the door, Morty twisted his arm painfully behind his back.
“Just a word of warning McQuaid, you keep your mouth shut about what goes on here, understood?” Morty snarled. “Otherwise, things might get a whole lot worse for you.”
The adrenaline that had begun to course through Tom’s body slowly subsided and he shrank away from the guard. Even if it were Fuller on the other side of the visitor’s desk, that did not mean that he would be instantly released. It would take his Captain at least twenty-four hours before he would be able to organize a mock transfer to another facility, which meant he still had one more night to endure inside The Zone. Managing a weak smile, he nodded his head. “I won’t say a word Morty, I promise.”
“You’d better not. Just remember, I’ll be listening,” the guard warned.
Tom followed Morty down a long corridor and into a large area with a long trestle table separating the room into two halves. He saw Captain Fuller sitting on the opposite side at the far end of the table, his commanding officer’s only disguise being a pair of large rimmed glasses. Hanson thought he would feel elation at seeing his friend and colleague but he felt dead inside. Taking his time, he walked the short distance and sat down, not bothering to meet his superior’s worried stare.
“Are you okay?” Fuller asked, abundantly aware that Morty was standing only a few feet away and listening closely to their conversation.
“Sure,” Tom muttered, still refusing to meet Adam’s eyes.
“You don’t look it Tom,” Fuller pushed, before he leaned in close. “I’m pulling you out.”
“No whispering!” Morty instructed in a loud voice. “That’s your first warning. One more and you’re out.”
When Tom made no response to his declaration, Fuller became concerned. “Did you hear what I said Tom?” he asked, keeping his voice at a normal level so as not to raise any more suspicion.
“Sure,” Tom repeated in a voice lacking any emotion.
Fuller rubbed anxiously at his top lip. “Your transfer should be through by tomorrow, I’ll speak to you when you arrive, do you understand?”
When Hanson once again replied “Sure,” without looking up, Fuller started to panic. He felt responsible for having left Tom alone in the facility for so long even though the decision had been out of his control. Because Captain McCormick had been in command when the officers entered Riverbend, only he could sign the order to pull Hanson out. He had arrogantly refused Fuller’s many requests to close the case because it was too dangerous for Tom to be in Riverbend without backup. It was only when Adam had taken his demands to a higher power that the Captain had reluctantly agreed to Fuller visiting Hanson, promising that if Adam reported that Tom was in danger, he would sign the order and pull him out.
Staring across at his young officer, Fuller's only hope was that they had not left it too late.
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When his cell door opened, Tom got slowly to his feet and faced Matty and his friends. “I hear you’re leaving gorgeous boy,” Matty murmured softly as he trailed a finger down Tom’s pale face. “I’m reallygonna miss you Tommy, so let’s make tonight special, okay?”
Tom’s mind was too numb to care anymore and he nodded obediently.
“Good boy,” Matty whispered and reaching down, he began to fondle Tom’s cock through the thin cotton of his boxers. “Maybe this time I can get you to come.”
Closing his eyes, Tom allowed Matty to stroke and tug at his cock and slowly he became hard. “There we go,” Richardson murmured softly, as he leaned forward and licked Hanson’s neck. “I knew I could get you to enjoy it. Now, I’ve been thinking, maybe we can spice things up a bit, whatcha say?”
Staring off into space, Tom nodded again.
“Excellent,” Matty laughed quietly, quickly removing his jeans and boxers. “Kneel down, there’s a good boy.”
Hanson did as Richardson asked, his compliance causing ripples of laughter from around the room. Reaching out, Matty gently stroked Tom’s hair. “Now gorgeous boy, I want you to suck my cock with that pretty mouth of yours and if you even think about biting down, you’ll be dead within seconds. Understood?”
Again, Tom’s only response that he had heard Richardson’s question was a small nod of the head.
“Okay gorgeous, let’s see your technique,” Matty muttered, his voice heavy with arousal.
As though in a trance, Hanson wrapped his lips around Matty’s engorged head and began to suck. He did not hear the cheering behind him or Matty’s delighted cries. He momentarily came back to reality when his abuser started forcefully fucking his mouth and he could not help but start to choke. Struggling to pull away, Matty held his head firm for another few seconds before releasing him. “You need to work on your gag reflex Tommy, but other than that, not bad for a first time. Now stand up, I wanna get to the main event.”
Getting to his feet, Tom stood silently, his eyes once again vacant. Putting his hands on Hanson’s waist, Matty gently maneuvered the officer until he was sitting on the edge of the lower bunk. “Lie back gorgeous, this time we’re gonna do it right.”
Staring back with dead eyes, Tom did as Matty asked. Richardson removed Tom’s boxers and gently stroked a finger down the angry red wounds on his thighs. “Tsk, tsk, Tommy. You really shouldn’t be carving up your pretty body.”
Hanson did not reply and Matty laughed lightly. “I don’t know if I like it more when you scream or when you’re silent,” he teased before turning towards his audience. “What do you think boys?”
“I like it when he screams,” Stevie Lomman replied, licking his lips in anticipation of what was to come.
“Hmm,” Matty pondered as he rubbed lotion onto his fingers and his erect cock. “But it’s Tommy’s last night, maybe we should be nice to him.”
“Or maybe we should give him a night to remember,” Stevie growled impatiently.
“Okay, here’s what we’ll do,” Matty replied as he pushed his finger into Tom’s entrance. “Everyone gets a turn and you can make your own minds up whether you want to treat him nasty or nice.”
The five boys murmured their approval. Matty bent up Tom’s knees and spread open his legs. “I’m gonna be nice to you gorgeous boy,” he whispered as he climbed into position and pushed his cock into Tom. “But I wanna see you come.”
Once again, Tom nodded, too lost in his own depression to care what happened. As Matty slowly pushed in and out of Hanson’s body, he played with Tom’s cock, bringing it to life. He grinned when he saw pre-cum weeping from the engorged head. “That’s it gorgeous,” he whispered hoarsely, the sight making him fuck Tom harder. “Come for me.”
As Matty pounded his cock deep inside him, Tom stared blankly at the wall. When his orgasm hit he did not cry out and he felt no pleasure. He could hear Matty grunting loudly before crying out as he too reached his climax. When Stevie climbed on top of him, Tom barely acknowledged the cigarette burning against his inner arm and when the last boy climbed off him he was in a catatonic state, not seeing or hearing anything around him.
“Aw come on Tommy, don’t you wanna say goodbye?” Matty asked as he slapped Hanson around the face. When he received no response, he turned to his friends and laughed. “Shit, I think we broke him.”
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