Same disclaimers apply. I don't own Starsky and Hutch and no profit is being made.

Same warnings apply! This is a dark story with sexual violence. Please do not read if you are offended.

CHAPTER FOUR

Starsky lost all track of time, finally exhausting himself with fighting his restraints. Despite his desperate efforts, the ropes had remained in place, although they seemed to have loosened slightly. Attempts to work out where they were being held were fruitless. All he could determine was that they were in a dark basement somewhere and it could be anywhere. Escape seemed to be an elusive dream, although he persisted pulling on the ropes, ignoring the pain as they cut into his wrists. Strength of will and determination kept him going and the focus of his concentration was such that he didn't hear the footsteps returning. He was startled badly when the rough stroking started again, the hands intent on hurting him as they pinched and prodded and teased.

He winced as they made their way down his body.

"You don't like this much do you? Being played with and I've barely started!" Jackson untied the ankle restraints and Starsky immediately tried to kick out at him. It was difficult with his jeans impeding him, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to go down easily.

"Now, now that's not too friendly." Jackson leaned down and breathed into Starsky's face. He grabbed his throat and squeezed hard, enjoying Starsky's struggle for breath.

"You have to understand what happens in prison so you think twice about sending some poor kid down again. Not that you'll be arresting anyone again. Even if you don't die, I think I'll keep you as my friend for awhile." Starsky started to choke as the strangle-hold tightened around his neck, and stars started flashing before his eyes. He could only lie there as Jackson's other hand made its way down his body, laughing evilly as he continued the torment.

Starsky tried to blank his mind against the probing and invasive hands but it was proving impossible. The touching was relentless and unforgiving, oblivious to his wriggling and struggling. After an interminable time, the hands released him, and moved down his legs, grasping his jeans and briefs. Starsky went wild as he realized his jeans were about to be removed and he started kicking out wildly in desperation. His wrist restraints were still on but he knew he had to fight with all he had. Jackson just laughed as he grabbed the flailing legs, easily pulling the clothes off.

Oh God, Hutch, I don't think I can survive this…. Starsky had never felt so helpless or vulnerable in his life as struggled for his life and he was yelling abuse into his gag.

Jackson laughed again at the attempts. "You can't escape from me, Starsky. I own you, and you're going to admit you belong to me before long. I'm going to really enjoy taking you and making you my friend."

Starsky forced himself to ignore the mocking words as he continued to struggle. Was it better not to fight or resist? He had to live if he had any chance of helping Hutch. Hutch….he had to help Hutch….

"You gettin' used to the fact you belong to me, Starsky?" Jackson had moved slightly away from his shivering and struggling captive and was watching him carefully. He could see from the desperate expression in Starsky's eyes that he was still trying to work out an escape and it excited him greatly. There was no sign of Starsky giving up and it was going to make his victory even sweeter. The fight was half the fun, and the other half would be taking this arrogant cop until he wasn't arrogant any more. Suddenly an idea hit him. He knew how close the detectives were and he wondered if he could make it work for him. Starsky wasn't going to be easy, but his weakness was his partner. He grinned as he spoke to Starsky.

"We could come to an arrangement maybe, as you probably want your partner to live. I told you we could be friends and we can be."

Starsky forced himself to remain very still as Jackson straddled his chest. What now? Friends?

"Do ya like this? This is what they do in prison, only they're rougher than me. I'm gonna be gentle if you let me and we'll be friends. I wanted to kill you but this might be so much better. …If you cooperate that is." Starsky lay still as Jackson started to breathe into his face again. As he felt Jackson's mouth nuzzling into his neck, the nausea rose in his stomach again. NO, I can't do this…. Starsky thought desperately as he started to struggle. Every instinct he possessed kicked in, rebelling against the close contact of this madman.

"Do you want your partner to live or not?" Jackson's menacing voice penetrated Starsky's terrified mind and he lay still.

"If you let me have you and don't fight, then maybe I'll help your partner."

Starsky stared into Jackson's expressionless eyes. He doesn't mean it! Starsky felt sick as he realized what Jackson was saying. Jackson would and could take him anytime he wanted but he was asking him not to fight. If he thought it would save Hutch then he wouldn't, but how could he trust this maniac? His moods were changeable and volatile. He closed his eyes, praying for help. He was startled when the weight lifted off him and he wondered what was going to happen.

"You have to pay for what you did to me. Both of you but it looks like your partner might die on us."

Starsky could only watch in horror as Jackson moved towards Hutch and he started yelling into his gag.

Hutch was only semi-conscious and could hear noises but was beyond comprehending what was happening. He gasped with pain as his injured shoulder was grabbed but it was momentary only, he soon lost consciousness.

Starsky went insane at the deliberate cruelty towards his unconscious partner but Jackson just watched with amusement as Starsky struggled over to them.

"Starsky, you seem upset. Do you want me to help him?" Jackson grinned as he spoke.

Starsky nodded frantically.

"Will you stay with me and be my friend?" Jackson looked at Starsky thoughtfully. "What exactly does he mean to you, will you beg me for his life?"

Starsky nodded again. Anything to help his partner. Nothing but Hutch's life mattered to Starsky, if this was what it took, then so be it.

Jackson looked at the shaking and vulnerable Starsky. He had wanted them both dead but it didn't seem right that Hutch should die without knowing why, without suffering. Maybe him knowing about Starsky and knowing that his partner had stayed with him willingly to save his life would be sufficient punishment. It was an idea which had started to form in his mind, and was starting to appeal to him. He'd make sure that Hutch knew everything, he'd send photos of him playing with Starsky and that could be a good punishment for the blond detective. He'd make sure that Hutch knew that Starsky suffered greatly and he could always grab him later. He liked it and he liked the idea of keeping Starsky around for awhile. He was having more fun than he thought he would. He hadn't planned on it happening this way, or this particular punishment, but he was enjoying it and this would effectively destroy them both.

Leaning over, he pulled Starsky's gag down.

"Beg, pig, beg" he couldn't resist making Starsky beg. The arrogant cop deserved to be brought down.

"Please, I beg you to save my partner." Starsky ran his tongue around his dry lips.

"You'll stay with me and be my friend?"

"Yes." Starsky was curt and his captor looked at him thoughtfully.

"Prove it!" Jackson demanded.

Starsky looked blank, unsure of what his tormentor wanted.

"You and I are going to be friends, but you need to prove to me that you won't fight."

Jackson reached out to grab Starsky's face and held it firmly and pulled him slowly up so he was standing. He leaned in close, enjoying Starsky's fear.

"You promise you won't fight…" He whispered into Starsky's ear. Starsky forced himself to remain very still as the hands roamed freely over his body and pulled him close. "You'll let me do what I want…"

Starsky nodded slightly, trying not to flinch as Jackson's mouth closed over his. For less than a second he wondered if he could do what he was being asked without fighting but remembering Hutch reminded him that yes he could. Hutch was worth it; he would do anything for Hutch and he was about to prove that. Using all his self control, he remained in place as Jackson deepened the kiss. He closed his mind to what was happening and the horror of what he was facing. Hutch….he had to help Hutch. Finally Jackson drew back, staring at Starsky's dazed expression.

"You'll have to do better than that, my friend. But I guess it might take you awhile to recognize the reality of your new life."

Without warning, Jackson grabbed the shirt and ripped it off Starsky, leaving him completely naked. Starsky just stood there as he felt himself being eyed off.

Jackson smirked at the once arrogant Starsky. He wasn't looking too arrogant as he stood in front of him trembling. But as devastated as Starsky was, he had one final plea to make.

"Please……Hutch….you promised……" He already felt destroyed and humiliated and his ordeal had hardly begun. But if the price of keeping Hutch alive was being kept by this madman, then he'd have to pay it.

Jackson just stared at Starsky coldly.

"What do you want? I've begged…" Starsky hated the fact his voice was trembling but he had to do this, he had to save Hutch.

"Okay, my friend, I'll make sure your partner gets help. Get down."

Starsky awkwardly sank to his knees and then allowed himself to fall backwards. Jackson grabbed the rope again, retying his ankles tightly.

"I don't want you running away now, do I, not when we're going to be such good friends." Jackson pulled the gag back up, leaving him completely immobilised and silenced. Starsky was almost numb with the horror of what had happened, and what he was facing, but he knew it was Hutch's only chance. He knew now he had none. He turned his head to watch his partner being dragged up, and tears filled his eyes. He knew he wouldn't see Hutch again. He lay there cold and shivering, and praying he wouldn't live through the inevitable but knowing that he probably would be kept alive until his assailant got bored with him, or simply hurt him too badly. He lay there, trying to concentrate on better times.

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