Ok, this is the beginning of the warnings for those of a sensitive nature. This chapter and chapter 8 may be best avoided

Nigel had managed to get Starsky out of the trunk of his car. It hadn't been easy. Although the brunet was semi awake, his limbs and body were uncoordinated and the curly haired man was most definitely in a world of his own. Unbalanced with his hands cuffed behind his back, Starsky had to be semi carried up the stairs and into the darkened gym leaving Nigel – fit as he was – breathless. He dropped the brunet onto the floor and Starsky landed with a thud, his bloodied head hitting the polished wooden floor with a crack. He seemed not to feel it however and lay where he'd dropped, on his side with his eyes staring ahead of him.

Starsky had no idea where he was or who was with him. His last coherent thought was of Maxine and what she was doing to his body. He had an overwhelming urge to thrust the centre of his body into some hot, wet cavern, in fact at that moment, the centre of Starsky's universe seemed to be centred on his crotch. His dick twitched with a life of its own and throbbed with a need he'd never felt before.

At the same time, the world had disappeared into a rainbow of colours. Although he could still make out shapes and bodies, they had no substance. He seemed to be moving through a landscape of green flowers, purple people with huge heads and tiny bodies and animals the like of which he'd never seen. They seemed to float around him although they weren't flying. The animals and people had no legs…..or arms……or wings and yet they were near him, touching him, crowding him out.

At the same time, sounds became distorted too. His ears seemed hypersensitive. The universe became a mass of swirling multicoloured atoms, all swirling ferociously around a central point in an orbit reminiscent of Escher's three-looped moebius strip. He was but one atom among those and since all atoms are indistinguishable, it didn't matter which one. He was any of them, all of them, swirling in this cosmic orbit. Starsky panicked. Who was he? Which of the swirling motes was his body? Would he over find himself again? In desperation and fear, the brunet tried to look around him.

The plain white walls of the gym became covered with incredible, complex patterns in the brightest colours he'd ever seen. He could hear the colours singing to him, and mist rose from the floor tiles to trap him in thick slime. Sickened the brunet closed his eyes again and immediately he was looking at his own face in a mirror. In the mirror, he saw his face morph back and forth into that of a snake, its forked tongue darting in and out of a mouth dripping fire and venom. Fear gripped Starsky's heart and without him truly knowing, a tear dripped onto the polished floor where is turned into a bug and scurried towards him. He cried out incoherently and tried to back away, but his limbs had turned to tentacles and would not support him.

Nigel watched the man on the ground with little sympathy. He'd been told the silver fluff on the slip of paper was about 80 percent pure. Never having taken the stuff himself, the yoga teacher had no idea what the effects would be, other than they would incapacitate his victim and give him a chance to get even. He wasn't sure about the doses either and now, as he watched Starsky twitch and cry out, he wondered if maybe he hadn't gone a little too far. Never mind. The bastard deserved it. Nigel had had fun poked at him all his life. Bitch…..faggot…..bög….they were all names he'd heard both in his native Sweden and also when he got to America. Now he'd finally decided on retribution, especially when the beautiful golden haired blond in his class had refused his advances and he and this piece of shit had poked fun at him……for the last time.

Nigel knelt down by Starsky's side on the ground and examined the man's face intently. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way – not like Ken's clear skin and golden tan but handsome nonetheless. Starsky had more of an olive cast to his complexion and it gave him a kind of Italian/Mediterranean appearance. The eyes that stared wildly ahead were the most perfect indigo blue and the hair, a mop of chocolate coloured curls enhanced the exotic appearance. Being originally from Sweden, Nigel had always preferred blonds, but while he was waiting for Ken to show, he wasn't averse to a little dark delight. Besides, it would show the lousy cop what he might have been missing.

The tall blond haired man knelt by the side of Starsky's body and turned the brunet's face towards him. Starsky stared wildly around, his world a confusion of colour and sound. He had no idea where he was, how he'd gotten there or indeed who was with him. In his drug induced trip he was even unsure whether the body at his side was entirely human but as he felt hands on his chest, popping the buttons of his shirt, he felt that this was still Maxine, the girl from the Pits.

'What've ya done t'me?' he mumbled, trying to back away from the hands. If there was a reply, it was lost in the noises inside his head and the scared brunet moaned and flinched as the hands insinuated themselves into his shirt caressing his chest, and playing gently with his nipples.

'Noooo, stop' he slurred, his lips feeling thick and uncoordinated.

'Sssh' Starsky thought he heard as though from a great distance. Was this still Maxine? Had he dreamed her? Or was he going crazy? Whatever was happening, his hypersensitive skin felt the hands moving lower now, working at the buckle of his belt. As the taut denim moved over his throbbing crotch, the brunet's hips seemed to take on a life of their own.

Nigel smiled to himself as he unfastened the silver buckled belt and pulled the zip of his victim's jeans down. Starsky moaned again, although this time it was accompanied by a shake of his body and a thrust of his hips. The dealer had mentioned to Nigel that the LSD would enhance sexual feeling. Now, as he stared at the huge bulge tenting Starsky's black hipster pants, he realized the dealer wasn't kidding. The brunet was huge, his cock bursting to emerge from its confinement and Starsky's head thrashed from side to side as he started to plead almost incoherently.

'Nooo….jeez don't…..don't stop…..mmmmnnnn…..sooo…..yeah baby……yeah.'

Nigel sat back on his heels. The cop was actually pleading for him to abuse him. That was a welcome surprise, and as he was asking nicely, who was Nigel to refuse? The yoga teacher grinned to himself, his mouth watering as he gazed hungrily at the throbbing cock now pulled clear of the black fabric. It throbbed and bobbed with need, beads of moisture seeping from its tip as Starsky fought with the cuffs holding his hands behind his back. The need on the brunet's face was clear to read and Nigel had no doubt that if Starsky's hands were free he would already be working to relieve himself. The erection must be uncomfortable – painful almost and by the way the cop was writhing on the floor, the need was growing more intense by the minute.

Slowly and deliberately, Nigel bent down and ran the tip of his tongue across the very tip of the cock, tasting Starsky's need. The effect was instantaneous and the brunet bucked his hips hard, bumping himself against Nigel's lips. In answer, the blond man opened his mouth.

The cop felt his body enveloped in warmth and moisture, a tongue working delicately against his tip. He'd never felt anything so erotic in his whole life. The centre of the universe was the centre of his body, heat and energy emanating from him in dizzying waves. As the tongue worked harder and the mouth locked around him increased its suction Starsky felt as though the top of his head would blow off. He thrust harder and harder up into the warm, wet cavern searching to go deeper and deeper until he could bury his complete length inside. The excitement went way past anything he'd ever experienced and whilst he wished he could last for ever, at the same time he needed release like he'd never needed it before.

Starsky felt a familiar tightness in his balls as they contracted and drew up against his body. He was a red hot rod of molten lava ready to erupt and as he got to the point of no return, he threw his head back, arching his back so that he could dive that extra inch inside the mouth encircling him and yelled out into the room, an animal, guttural sound that ended in a wail of anguish.

Nigel had enjoyed himself, knowing that the cop was forbidden fruit and that Starsky would never ever have consented to allowing Nigel to do this if he wasn't drugged. As he felt the rod of flesh in his mouth change from merely hard to the consistency of hot marble, he took one last long taste and then, with only a second to spare, drew back so that Starsky's offering spilled onto the floor and the cop shuddered and moaned, his cock still thrusting at thin air.

'Enjoy that huh? Do you even realize who did that to you? No, I guess not' Nigel murmured wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled to himself, the brunet's musky essence still redolent on the air, but his body froze as he heard the door sound behind him.

With reactions born from years of martial arts training, Nigel grabbed for the gun now laid by Starsky's side and as Hutch cannoned into the room, he held the muzzle of the Smith and Wesson close to the curly head, his finger resting lightly on the trigger.

Hutch had driven at top speed down town to the near deserted gym. A "friend" could only mean Starsky and the blond was in no doubt how hurt and angry Nigel was. He'd warned Starsky that his mouth would one day get him into trouble. The curly haired man had always laughed it off. Hutch's heart lurched as he thought how true his predictions had come. He had bounded up the stairs to the first floor gym with his heartbeat sounding in his ears and at the top of the steps had stopped, regrouped and drawn his own huge Colt. Now he pushed open the door of the big wooden finished room and stopped, his breath catching in his throat.

The gym was not illuminated by any electric light and yet the neon signs from outside and the moonlight sent shafts of shadowy cold light through the dusty glass, highlighting the bound body on the floor and the tall blond man kneeling by its side.

'I wondered how long it would take you to get here' Nigel said carefully getting to his feet. 'I didn't think it would be too long. After all, you are close to him aren't you?'

'Nigel what are you doing?' Hutch asked, trying to see past the tall man to the body of his partner.

'Showing him the error of his ways.'

'Starsk…..are you ok buddy?' the blond called. He could see Starsky's body twitching and yet there was no coherent answer only a grunt and a moan. He tried again. 'Starsky. Answer me buddy. Are you ok?' Hutch took a step forwards and immediately Nigel drove the muzzle of the brunet's automatic into the side of his temple.

'One uninvited step closer and he'll be breathing with another nostril. Stop right there and put your gun on the ground.'

Hutch stopped, his hands hovering by his sides, his gun still raised and pointed at Nigel, but it was a standoff and his partner's life was in the middle of the power struggle between the two blond men. Slowly he bent and placed his Colt on the polished wooden floor.

'Good. Now kick it over to me nice and quietly.'

Again Hutch did as he was bid and Nigel grabbed the huge gun, pushing it into the back of his waistband. 'What've you done to him?' the blond asked.

'Nothing much and he enjoyed every minute. I have to tell you Ken, you have no idea what you've been missing' Nigel replied with a grin on his face. It was at that moment that Hutch realized that the front of Starsky's jeans were wide open and his crotch was open to view. Beneath the body a small, viscous pool lay glinting in the dim light, the evidence of Nigel's abuse. Hutch's anger rose another notch.

'Starsk? STARSK!' Hutch snapped louder. In answer, the body on the floor twitched again and a slurred voice sounded thick and unsure. 'S'meee.'

'Buddy, are you ok? Are ya hurt?'

'Hmmm? Nooo……s'fine. I…..keep 'em away…..colours – keep 'em….damn things…..shit!'

Despite the gun leveled at his partner's head Hutch took several more steps forwards and stopped within a couple of yards of the pair of men. Nigel still ground the muzzle of the gun into Starsky's temple but now Hutch had a clear view of the dark blood, showing black in the moonlight caked down the side of Starsky's face and the dark black bruise blossoming across the right side of his face. He also saw that the brunet's eyes were open and staring wildly around him, ducking away from some unseen threat.

'You drugged him? What did ya give him?' Hutch snarled, dropping to one knee close to his buddy.

'He deserved it. Anyhow, he seems to be enjoying the trip' Nigel said non committally.

'You've given him Acid? Shit, he's having a bad trip. Do you know how dangerous that can be?' Hutch tried to get closer to his friend, but Nigel drove the gun into the curly head so hard that even in his drugged state Starsky yelped and tried to shy away from the pain. Hutch stopped and backed up a step.

'What's this all about?' Hutch asked, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible although his throat and lips were bone dry and his heartbeat resounded in his throat.

'Don't try that with me Ken. Credit me with a little bit of sense. I might have got you wrong – I thought we could have been good together – but you know exactly what this is all about, don't you?' Nigel's voice was cool, calm, silky and low.

'Listen Nigel. What Starsky did was wrong – very wrong. He admitted that and so do I. We never meant to hurt your feelings. I'm….flattered, truly I am that you liked me but I have a girl – and so does Starsk. Let him go – let me go and we'll forget all about this huh?'

'Too late for that Ken. You know it's too late for that. Kidnapping a cop is a federal offence and what I just did to him is an offence also, although he did seem to enjoy it as you can see' Nigel nodded to the pool of semen on the floor.'

'Explain to me how this is gonna make it better then. Make me understand' Hutch pleaded.

'Do you know what its like to be gay? Do you know what its like to be different from everyone around you? I guess not' Nigel said thoughtfully. 'Ever since I was a kid I've known I wasn't like my schoolfriends. They all wanted the pretty girls in the class and I wanted Bjorn. He found out and he and a coupke of his buddies found me in the schoolyard. They beat me to a pulp and threatened to cut off my private parts. Growing up, I heard about the flower power in California. All the magazines said this was the place to come to be yourself and I saved and saved, bought a one way ticket and set off with high expectations. I expected the guys to be queuing up to meet me when I got here. I had visions of free love, men walking hand in hand and no one batting an eye. I thought I'd be accepted immediately and I thought I'd find true love. Instead, I found poverty, misery and loneliness. I managed to get this place together and then you came along. I admired you from a distance and I dared to hope you might like me.'

'I do like you – as a teacher, maybe even as a friend, but not in the way you want' Hutch tried to explain gently but Nigel held up his hand silencing the cop.

'When I realised you were straight, my heart broke but I was willing to deal with that, but when the jokes and the jibes started….. It was bad enough that he said what he said, but you didn't stop him. Instead you ended up joining in and…. I've had enough. You hear me? I've just had enough. Blodigt helvete. Mig förmiddag igenom.'

Hutch swallowed. There was such pain in Nigel's voice and for a moment the blond empathised with his partner's captor. It still didn't absolve Nigel from kidnapping and drugging Starsky though and Hutch turned his attention back to their current situation.

'Let him go Nigel. Let him go and we can go into the office and talk about this. We can work something out….we can……'

'I'm through with words Ken. I've worked it all out for myself and I have to say I'm happy with the plan I've come up with. You aren't the first guy to tell me I'm not his type. You aren't the first to say he understands, but you doesn't. None of you do. None of you can understand what its like to see someone you know you could love but then have to watch as he goes away with someone else. Well I'm going to make you understand. I'm gonna make you understand just what it's like to be me. You never know, you might even enjoy it – you seem to love him