Chapter 12

The hands were back on Starsky's body now, rousing him from his dark and soundless exile to the real world – or whatever the real world was. The brunet seemed to have spent so long trapped inside his powerless body reliving his memories that he was beginning to doubt what was real and what was happening inside his head. The memories were so real – three dimensional and remembered in full colour. He lived them as though they were happening to him again and for a moment, Starsky had doubts – were the hands real? Was he really bound and drugged on a hard metal operating table? Or was he losing his mind?

The hands continued their insidious work. The cop felt his stomach start to fill with the fluid pumped in it from the naso-gastric tube. Sometimes the madman who held him captive was a little too zealous. Sometimes his stomach would be filled to bursting, leaving Starsky with cramps and a horrible bloated feeling. At other times, his stomach growled with hunger and only the smallest amount of food was allowed.

Whilst his stomach might register the lack of food, Starsky's mouth was now so bone dry that he doubted he could have swallowed even if he'd wanted to. The tube in his throat protruded through his lips, depressing his tongue onto the bottom of his mouth, welding it there. There was no way he could move it and therefore no way he could swill any moisture round his parched and cracked lips – discomfort number one.

Discomfort number two usually came about an hour after the feeding ritual. The fluid would pass through his system and eventually make its way to Starsky's bladder. Plugged at that end too by the catheter, he was at the mercy of his captor to empty the bag regularly – something the madman seemed singularly inept at doing. On those occasions, the cop's lower abdomen would swell alarmingly causing griping pains and an urgent need to pass water. On those occasions, even Starsky's memories could not distract him from the tortuous sensation.

Thankfully, on this occasion, the hands moved lower and Starsky flinched inwardly as he felt the hands on the centre of his body. There was a tugging sensation, the feeling of relief and then more tugging and the emptied bag was back in place. This time, though, the hands stayed a little longer than was absolutely necessary on the centre of his body and Starsky's flesh crept at the thoughts of what the man could do to him in his helpless state. The hands were warm, almost practised in the way they handled him and yet at the same time, Starsky felt as though the touch was something more than an impersonal act.

In a desperate act of self preservation, Starsky's mind closed out the present and retreated once again into his memories and to a time when he had first met the man he hoped would soon find him and save him from further maltreatment.

David lay on his bed in his small room after his first day at the detention centre. His mind went over what had gone on and he thought a lot about the flaxen haired boy he'd met, the easy smile and the awkward, yet strangely compelling way Hutch spoke and acted. David made friends easily. Usually they were the wrong sort of friends as the curly haired boy tried desperately to have a sense of belonging ripped from him by his relocation to California, but at least he could make friends. He had the impression however that Hutch found contact with others his own age a challenge. David could imagine that whilst Hutch's golden good looks and surfer-dude blond hair would go down well with the girls, boys would find the tall, Nordic boy a challenge. There was something about him however that left David feeling he'd like to get to know Hutch better.

The brunet was just settling down on his bed to sleep when there was a surreptitious knock at his window. He sat up in bed, wondering if he'd dreamed it when the knock came again, accompanied by a hissed "Dave…."

David flung back the sheets and padded to the window to draw back the curtains. Surprised, he saw Hutch's blond face peering in and a moment later, the blond boy did something to the catch on the window and it opened wide letting in the cool mountain air.

'What the…..?'

Hutch grinned. 'We have a date at the bbbarn……unless you're tired?'

'There's girls?'

'Uh huh.'

'I'm never to tired for chicks. Gimme a minute to put some jeans on.'

'Put the pillow lengthways on bed and cover it with the sheets' Hutch advised. 'That way when they come to check on you they'll see something in the bed.'

David winked, did as he was told, pulled on the uniform jeans and top and within a minute was climbing out of the window. He pushed it closed behind him and grinned at his new friend. 'How'd ya do that? The windows are all locked.'

Hutch winked back and patted the side of his nose with his forefinger. 'I have my ways' he said conspiratorially. 'C'mon, they'll be waitin'.'

David followed Hutch as they made their way away from the dormitory and through the shadows of the trees to a large barn on the outskirts of the complex. Hutch was surefooted and seemed to know exactly where he was going and David prodded him on the shoulder.

'Why do I get the feelin' you've done this before?'

'Hey, a guy has to get some entertainment when he can. I mean don't get me wrong. I love the great outdoors but there's camping and then there's……this. Stalagluft 21! Without Toni and Candice I'd have gone nuts weeks ago.'

'Jenny and…. Wow. Here's me thinkin' that Blondie is the all American boy next door type that goes to church on Sundays and helps old ladies across the road.'

'I do all that! I just need some um…..relief along the way. Do you?'

'Need relief? Or the other stuff?'

'Both.'

'Well I'm not averse to helpin' old ladies. As for church….. Um, how d'ya feel about synagogues?'

'You Jewish?'

'Does it bother ya?' David's eyes took on a guarded look in the moonlight and he stopped walking as though challenging Hutch to say something.

Hutch stopped to and shrugged his shoulders. 'Should it?'

'No.'

'Then it doesn't.'

David sighed. 'Glad that's out the way. You wouldn't believe the reaction I get from some guys.'

'I'm not some guys' Hutch said quietly.

'No…..you're not' David agreed, equally quietly. There was something indefinable about Hutch that he found attractive, not in a "I want to get into your pants" type of way. It was more "I want to get to know you so much better". David had heard his Aunt talk about soul mates. She often said that she and Al were soul mates – they were meant to be together and they could almost read each others thoughts. At the time the boy had though it was a stupid idea, but now, standing in the dark with this blond haired boy from another world, David suddenly realised what Rosie had been talking about. Perhaps Hutch was David's soul mate.

Shrugging off the soapy idea, David followed Hutch into the dark barn. It was a typical farm building, smelling of hay, animals and a touch of creosote to wrinkle the brunet's nostrils. Coming from the city as he did, David felt ill at ease in the huge empty space, but at one end he could just make out a small, quivering light, almost hidden, and the muffled sound of giggling.

Without waiting, Hutch walked on up the barn, suddenly self confident and self assured. David followed, a little less sure of himself but as he rounded a tall wall made from hay bales, he smiled as he saw two girls snuggled down on a blanket on the ground.

'Hutchy!' one of them exclaimed as she sat up and pulled a piece of hay from her long dark hair. In the candle light she looked no more than sixteen or seventeen with a fresh face devoid of makeup and a strong Californian accent. 'We thought you weren't gonna be here. You're late' she admonished.

Dropping to his knees on the blanket, Hutch leaned forwards and kissed the girl on her lips. 'You can take it out on me later' he said with a smile. 'I brought a friend.'

The other girl looked up at David. She gave him one of those looks that started at his curly hair and finished at his sneakered feet and she obviously liked what she saw. 'You certainly have. C'mere handsome' she said, patting the blanket by her side.

'Easy Candice. Don't scare him away!' her friend giggled. 'He looks good enough to eat.'

David blushed at the way the girls talked about him as though he wasn't there. It felt good and his teenage hormones jumped up and gave a small victory dance through his body, his jeans suddenly tenting as he fought for composure.

'Hi, um….I'm Dave' he managed to mumble, suddenly shy.

'Well hey Dave. I'm Candice and my horny little friend here is Toni. We usually have Hutchy to ourselves for the night, but for you we can make an exception.'

David cast a look sideways at his new buddy. 'Both of 'em?' he said with a raised eyebrow.

It was Hutch's turn to blush and the blond sighed. 'It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it' he grinned as he led down on the blanket, propped on one elbow as Candice snuggled into his body, her hands already pulling at the buttons on his shirt.

'I could um….take some of the pressure off ya buddy. I don't mind takin' one for the team' the brunet muttered as Toni pulled him down beside her.

'Be my guest' Hutch managed to mumble past Candice's tongue which was ram-raiding its way into his mouth.

The lovemaking was swift, as only teenage sex can be. David lay back as Toni expertly divested him of his shirt and then unzipped his jeans. Beside him and close enough that their shoulders touched, Hutch was also submitting meekly to Candice's ministrations and soon both boys lay in just their under pants, side by side, one girl straddling each of their middles.

Gently and with much giggling Toni pulled the material of his pants away from the large bulge and the rod of flesh at David's middle sprung free so that she could grasp it in her hand. An electric shock jolted through David's body and he let out a low, husky groan as he closed his eyes. Beside him, Hutch too shivered.

'Wow, big boy!' Toni muttered, her hand still wrapped around David's length. 'I thought Hutchy was big, but….'

'He is. I bet he's bigger' Candice giggled as she leaned over to take a better look.

'Dunno, what d'ya think?'

'It's not a competition!' Hutch complained, wiggling to get some more attention. Suddenly he felt something tight around the centre of his body and he propped himself up on his elbows to see Candice with a piece of string she'd magiced from somewhere wrapped around his cock. She used a finger to measure and then passed it to Toni who repeated the procedure on David.

'Hutch is thicker but David's longer' Toni said triumphantly. 'I said he was a big boy!'

The blond lunged for her and caught her around the waist. 'I said it wasn't a competition. You're gonna suffer for that!' Playfully he slapped her butt and Toni laughed and pushed herself away.

'Are we gonna talk all night?' she asked.

'I hope not' Hutch responded hungrily. 'I have to have Cinderella there back in his room in an hour before they discover he's missing.'

'Well in that case….' Toni shuffled off Hutch and curled herself around David, her hands wandering across the flat plain of his stomach and up to the hairs on his chest. 'I love bad boys' she whispered.

'Who says I'm bad?' David responded, rearing up to gather the girl in his arms.

'I need proof' she mumbled as his mouth closed over hers.'

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'That was some night! You do that every night?' David said as he and the blond made their way from the barn back to the dormitories.

'Pretty much. There's nothin' else to do around here and Toni and Candice don't complain.'

'And I thought you were a good wholesome country boy.'

'Appearances can be deceiving' Hutch snickered.

'Uh huh. They sure can. Here's my window. Help me up to…. Damn! The stupid thing is closed and locked.'

'What?' Hutch rattled quietly at the window and ran his hands around the sill. 'Fuck!'

'That's an understatement. What now?'

'Now we use the back door' Hutch said and set off around the end of the long building. Half way up the other side, he paused by a large wooden door. The blond boy checked around like an expert burglar, took a step back and aimed at a specific spot on the door frame. Gently the wooden door creaked open a crack and Hutch stood back, obviously pleased with himself and held out an arm, pointing the way.

'See you tomorrow night?' he whispered.

'Sure thing buddy…..and Hutch?'

'Uh?'

'Thanks.'

Hutch waved away the thanks and watched as David slipped inside the dorm, pulling the door closed behind him. As Hutch walked off to the small house in the ground he shared with his Dad, David walked down the corridor, balancing on the balls of his feet to keep himself from making a noise. He was close to his room when a sound from behind him caused him to turn. Instinctively he pushed his back to the wall as he saw three older boys blocking his escape route.

'Been dipping your wick newbie?'

'Huh?'

'Don't come the innocent. We saw ya with that blond bimbo sneakin' off to the girls. It's not allowed you know, 'specially not with Toni. She's my girl an' I don't like your sort messin' with her.'

'Hey, she was the one that did all the messin' David said in measured tones. 'if ya don't want anyone messin' with her, you should keep her on a leash.'

'So you did mess with her. Dirty little newbie. You need a lesson in manners' The boys took a step forward and before he knew it David was surrounded. Anger welled inside him. he'd been here before and one of the things growing up in Brooklyn had taught him was never to back down from a fight, even if he was outnumbered by older, stronger boys. With a sigh, David pushed himself off the wall and crouched, ready as the biggest boy came at him.