Rating R for language, sexual situations, including Rape.
RULES AND BROKEN TRUST
Chapter 3
Vinny shut off the ignition and removed his seat belt, adjusting his rear view mirror back to the correct position. Vinny then turned, leaning into the back seat lightly shaking Bosco by the shoulder. He had been out since they left the stadium.
"Bosco man, wake up, we're here," Vinny said shaking him with a little more force this time, stirring Bosco.
Bosco let out a low toned cry as he tried to roll over on the backseat. His hand instinctively trailing up to his abdomen, clutching his ribs, the soreness making itself known.
"Why is it so hot in here?" Bosco complained. His body was sweating profusely; his head and lower back soaked with perspiration.
"Oh, sorry about that Bosco, I stopped on the way home to check on you. You were moaning and thrashing around some. I think you were having a nightmare or somethin'," Vinny said apologizing. "I cranked up the heat when I noticed you were shaking," he added.
"Oh," Bosco said as he slowly made his way to a sitting position, wincing several times at the discomfort he was in.
"Still hurt that bad? Sure you don't want a hospital Bosco?" Vinny said with concern in his voice when he noticed Bosco's eyes were not fully focused, and he had a look of confusion on his face.
"No man, I'm good, just a little sore is all," Bosco lied rubbing his temples. "Where are we?" Bosco questioned when he looked out the side window.
"My place. I made the mistake of driving to yours first, and I realized you didn't have any keys on you. Perhaps the S.O.B. that roughed you up took them? That is not good Bosco, we need to get a locksmith over to your place right away, he has your address ya know. We don't know what kind of sick bastard we are dealing with here," Vinny said, leaning forward, looking Bosco directly in the eyes.
"I have a spare key under my mat," Bosco mumbled, touching the bandage on his cheek, in obvious pain now. "I swear I didn't think he took my keys! I must have been hit on the head harder than I thought," Bosco said flinching when a sharp pain shot through his back. He arched his back slightly and rubbed it stiffly.
"That is already leaving a nasty mark Bosco, your cheek and eye are both swollen and already changing color. I am worried about you partner," Vinny said reaching for the glove box again, removing another pill from the plastic orange container. "Here, take another one of these and you can sleep it off upstairs. I want to keep my eye on you anyway, you could have a concussion," Vinny said handing Bosco another pill.
Bosco hesitated at the offer. Nothing sounded better than the comfort of his own bed. He felt like he could sleep for days. Good thing it was only Saturday, he would be able to sleep all day Sunday, he thought to himself as he popped the pill in his mouth, and swallowed it down with only saliva.
"I won't take no for an answer partner," Vinny said looking at Bosco's curly hair and smirking. "You know when you sweat your hair gets all curly and shit," Vinny said laughing. "I bet the ladies love you for that!"
Bosco allowed a tiny grin to form on his face. "They love me all right, but not for That," Bosco said quietly, adding, as he tried to focus on Vinny's face, "Thanks for everything Vinny."
"No thanks needed, that is what partners are for!" Vinny said snatching his keys from the ignition and opening his door. "Now do I need to carry you up or can you walk on your own? We are looking at three flights and a broken elevator," Vinny said, looking back over his shoulder, giving Bosco an uncertain look. "No, I can walk!" Bosco laughed quietly, it hurt too much to make much noise. Vinny nodded, "Okay then, lets get you up there." Getting out and opening Bosco's door, he helped him out, following him into the building.
Bosco slowly made his way up the three flights of stairs to Vinny's apartment. Vinny offered him assistance, but he appreciatively declined. Vinny deliberately slowed his pace behind Bosco, as he watched the stiffness and limp in Bosco's stride.
Look at the way he is struggling. Poor guy, he is obviously in much pain. Good thing I have some of those painkillers left from my accident. I am surprised I could wake him up from only one. Yep, two should definitely do the job; help him get some rest. Vinny Vetresco is as loyal as they come. I take care of my partners, and this one is without doubt a keeper.
After what seemed like an hour, Bosco finally made it up all three flights, the look of exhaustion clearly written on his face. Bosco had to stop on numerous occasions on his "journey" up to catch his breath. On one instance, Bosco had stopped mid-flight and began to sway back and fourth. Vinny heaved his arms out for support, but Bosco leaned forward and flung one hand up gesturing he was stable.
"Welcome to my humble home," Vinny said as he unlocked his door and eased it open, motioning for Bosco to step in first. "It's not much, but help yourself," Vinny added turning on the closest lamp, instantly lighting a path for Bosco.
"I really appreciate this," Bosco said as he awkwardly removed his coat from his bruised and battered body. Glancing around, he couldn't help thinking Vinny was a neat freak. The place was spotless, not an speck of dust in view.
"Hey, no need to mention thanks Bosco, I already told ya," Vinny said reaching forward to take Bosco's coat. "I'll hang it in the closet. You hungry? You want something to eat? A hot shower perhaps? I don't have much but I am sure I can scrounge up something from the fridge. I'll throw some blankets out for you, couch is a hide away bed, I'll pull that out for you too," Vinny said opening the closet and grabbing the closest hanger.
Bosco nodded his head in understanding. "Sounds good Vinny, you know a hot shower sounds really good about now."
"Light switch is on the left side of the wall when you walk in. That second pill I gave you should kick in here soon. With a hot relaxing shower, you will be sleeping like a baby in no time," Vinny said pointing down the hall.
"Oh Bosco..," Vinny said stopping Bosco in his tracks. "Aren't you gonna ask who won the game?"
"Packers right?" Bosco said giving Vinny a grin.
"How did you know?" Vinny questioned surprised.
"Better team always wins," Bosco replied before turning and proceeding down the hall, an enormous smirk on his face, then he winced as his cheek flamed.
Bosco carefully made his way down the tapered hallway, using the wall as a support. Once in the bathroom, he began the chore of removing his clothing. Inwardly cursing when he saw the blood stains on his favorite jersey. Once he was down to only his boxers, he stood in the mirror, leaning in and examining the damage imposed on his face and ribs.
As Bosco bent over the tub and begin turning the handle for hot water, Vinny faintly knocked on the door twice, while opening it a crack. "You decent Boscorelli?" His voice came from the other side of the door.
"Huh? Yeah Vinny," Bosco yelled over his shoulder, not bothering to turn around. Vinny strolling in with a towel, seeing Bosco leaning over the tub in his boxers, he stood there motionless, a shocked look on his face.
Before Vinny could look away, Bosco turned and was facing him. "What? You got a starring problem?" Bosco said semi-sarcastically.
"Uh no. But man; your back; he just really fucked you up! I didn't realize it was that bad. Did you see it?" Vinny asked as he set the neatly folded towel down on the counter.
"No, but I can still feel it!" Bosco grumbled, "Like to give him some right back!"
"I hear you on that! Damn! Oh, fresh towel," pointing to the counter, "and do you want me to cook or what?" Vinny said turning to exit.
"No man, I think that pill is already kicking in with the other one. If I can get through this shower, I think I'll be out before my head hits the pillow," Bosco said in a gravelly tone.
"Alright then partner, don't slip and fall! See ya in the morning," Vinny said giving Bosco one final glance before shutting the door behind him.
Soon enough, Bosco was passed out on top of the covers on the couch, just as he'd said he would be. He had left his clothing in a pile on the bathroom floor, and had a large white towel securely wrapped around his waist.
Vinny stood over Bosco for a good twenty minutes, watching him breathe, observing every detailed facial expression. Vinny gently but firmly, slapped Bosco on the cheek a few times. Obviously the shower and pills had done their duty, and Bosco seemed to be sleeping calmly, undisturbed by Vinny's treatment. Grinning now, Vinny stole the opportunity to run his hand from just above the towel, wrapped around Bosco's waist, up his chest. Then, stopping at his nipple, he gave it a rough pinch.
Poor Bosco, I told you I'd take care of you. You should be out till noon tomorrow, you deserve the rest; you work so hard. The other cops don't seem to respect you like I do. They just don't appreciate you, and they sure the hell don't deserve you! Stick with me Boscorelli, we will be partners for life, you'll see. Look at you in your sleep, so vulnerable and innocent. I wish you were awake to enjoy this as much as I am. Rest up Bosco, sweet dreams.
Vinny sighed as he unfastened his belt, quickly unzipped, stroking the shaft of his own penis. Gently, carefully, his hand lightly sliding up Bosco's leg he made his way under the towel, grasping him, massaging Bosco's penis in a rhythmic stroking.
I knew it Bosco, you are one hell of a man. I am so turned on by you! Everything about you does me in. Your cocky attitude, your walk, your voice, the way your hair curls when you sweat, your smell, your body. I am so into you. I can hardly wait Bosco. The moment will be special, as it should be.
Soon, he had to let go, or end his own pleasure too soon. Vinny moved to his head, stroking Bosco's hair, still damp from the shower. "Little man with curls, feels soo good, makes me want to explode." Kneeling beside him, he paused, savoring his moment, then, grabbing the towel he'd brought with him, he leaned over and pressed his forehead against Bosco's hair, knowing he wouldn't wake, knowing that the drug he'd given him would keep him quiet and unknowing. Stroking himself to completion, Vinny whispered to him, "Soon, love, soon."
Then finished, he stood, pulled his pants closed, readjusted the towel over Bosco's exposed leg, and walked away. Smiling in contentment.
Have to make sure breakfast is ready when he gets up. Then we need to get that cheek looked at, can't have scars on that beautiful face.
TBC...
RULES AND BROKEN TRUST
Chapter 3
Vinny shut off the ignition and removed his seat belt, adjusting his rear view mirror back to the correct position. Vinny then turned, leaning into the back seat lightly shaking Bosco by the shoulder. He had been out since they left the stadium.
"Bosco man, wake up, we're here," Vinny said shaking him with a little more force this time, stirring Bosco.
Bosco let out a low toned cry as he tried to roll over on the backseat. His hand instinctively trailing up to his abdomen, clutching his ribs, the soreness making itself known.
"Why is it so hot in here?" Bosco complained. His body was sweating profusely; his head and lower back soaked with perspiration.
"Oh, sorry about that Bosco, I stopped on the way home to check on you. You were moaning and thrashing around some. I think you were having a nightmare or somethin'," Vinny said apologizing. "I cranked up the heat when I noticed you were shaking," he added.
"Oh," Bosco said as he slowly made his way to a sitting position, wincing several times at the discomfort he was in.
"Still hurt that bad? Sure you don't want a hospital Bosco?" Vinny said with concern in his voice when he noticed Bosco's eyes were not fully focused, and he had a look of confusion on his face.
"No man, I'm good, just a little sore is all," Bosco lied rubbing his temples. "Where are we?" Bosco questioned when he looked out the side window.
"My place. I made the mistake of driving to yours first, and I realized you didn't have any keys on you. Perhaps the S.O.B. that roughed you up took them? That is not good Bosco, we need to get a locksmith over to your place right away, he has your address ya know. We don't know what kind of sick bastard we are dealing with here," Vinny said, leaning forward, looking Bosco directly in the eyes.
"I have a spare key under my mat," Bosco mumbled, touching the bandage on his cheek, in obvious pain now. "I swear I didn't think he took my keys! I must have been hit on the head harder than I thought," Bosco said flinching when a sharp pain shot through his back. He arched his back slightly and rubbed it stiffly.
"That is already leaving a nasty mark Bosco, your cheek and eye are both swollen and already changing color. I am worried about you partner," Vinny said reaching for the glove box again, removing another pill from the plastic orange container. "Here, take another one of these and you can sleep it off upstairs. I want to keep my eye on you anyway, you could have a concussion," Vinny said handing Bosco another pill.
Bosco hesitated at the offer. Nothing sounded better than the comfort of his own bed. He felt like he could sleep for days. Good thing it was only Saturday, he would be able to sleep all day Sunday, he thought to himself as he popped the pill in his mouth, and swallowed it down with only saliva.
"I won't take no for an answer partner," Vinny said looking at Bosco's curly hair and smirking. "You know when you sweat your hair gets all curly and shit," Vinny said laughing. "I bet the ladies love you for that!"
Bosco allowed a tiny grin to form on his face. "They love me all right, but not for That," Bosco said quietly, adding, as he tried to focus on Vinny's face, "Thanks for everything Vinny."
"No thanks needed, that is what partners are for!" Vinny said snatching his keys from the ignition and opening his door. "Now do I need to carry you up or can you walk on your own? We are looking at three flights and a broken elevator," Vinny said, looking back over his shoulder, giving Bosco an uncertain look. "No, I can walk!" Bosco laughed quietly, it hurt too much to make much noise. Vinny nodded, "Okay then, lets get you up there." Getting out and opening Bosco's door, he helped him out, following him into the building.
Bosco slowly made his way up the three flights of stairs to Vinny's apartment. Vinny offered him assistance, but he appreciatively declined. Vinny deliberately slowed his pace behind Bosco, as he watched the stiffness and limp in Bosco's stride.
Look at the way he is struggling. Poor guy, he is obviously in much pain. Good thing I have some of those painkillers left from my accident. I am surprised I could wake him up from only one. Yep, two should definitely do the job; help him get some rest. Vinny Vetresco is as loyal as they come. I take care of my partners, and this one is without doubt a keeper.
After what seemed like an hour, Bosco finally made it up all three flights, the look of exhaustion clearly written on his face. Bosco had to stop on numerous occasions on his "journey" up to catch his breath. On one instance, Bosco had stopped mid-flight and began to sway back and fourth. Vinny heaved his arms out for support, but Bosco leaned forward and flung one hand up gesturing he was stable.
"Welcome to my humble home," Vinny said as he unlocked his door and eased it open, motioning for Bosco to step in first. "It's not much, but help yourself," Vinny added turning on the closest lamp, instantly lighting a path for Bosco.
"I really appreciate this," Bosco said as he awkwardly removed his coat from his bruised and battered body. Glancing around, he couldn't help thinking Vinny was a neat freak. The place was spotless, not an speck of dust in view.
"Hey, no need to mention thanks Bosco, I already told ya," Vinny said reaching forward to take Bosco's coat. "I'll hang it in the closet. You hungry? You want something to eat? A hot shower perhaps? I don't have much but I am sure I can scrounge up something from the fridge. I'll throw some blankets out for you, couch is a hide away bed, I'll pull that out for you too," Vinny said opening the closet and grabbing the closest hanger.
Bosco nodded his head in understanding. "Sounds good Vinny, you know a hot shower sounds really good about now."
"Light switch is on the left side of the wall when you walk in. That second pill I gave you should kick in here soon. With a hot relaxing shower, you will be sleeping like a baby in no time," Vinny said pointing down the hall.
"Oh Bosco..," Vinny said stopping Bosco in his tracks. "Aren't you gonna ask who won the game?"
"Packers right?" Bosco said giving Vinny a grin.
"How did you know?" Vinny questioned surprised.
"Better team always wins," Bosco replied before turning and proceeding down the hall, an enormous smirk on his face, then he winced as his cheek flamed.
Bosco carefully made his way down the tapered hallway, using the wall as a support. Once in the bathroom, he began the chore of removing his clothing. Inwardly cursing when he saw the blood stains on his favorite jersey. Once he was down to only his boxers, he stood in the mirror, leaning in and examining the damage imposed on his face and ribs.
As Bosco bent over the tub and begin turning the handle for hot water, Vinny faintly knocked on the door twice, while opening it a crack. "You decent Boscorelli?" His voice came from the other side of the door.
"Huh? Yeah Vinny," Bosco yelled over his shoulder, not bothering to turn around. Vinny strolling in with a towel, seeing Bosco leaning over the tub in his boxers, he stood there motionless, a shocked look on his face.
Before Vinny could look away, Bosco turned and was facing him. "What? You got a starring problem?" Bosco said semi-sarcastically.
"Uh no. But man; your back; he just really fucked you up! I didn't realize it was that bad. Did you see it?" Vinny asked as he set the neatly folded towel down on the counter.
"No, but I can still feel it!" Bosco grumbled, "Like to give him some right back!"
"I hear you on that! Damn! Oh, fresh towel," pointing to the counter, "and do you want me to cook or what?" Vinny said turning to exit.
"No man, I think that pill is already kicking in with the other one. If I can get through this shower, I think I'll be out before my head hits the pillow," Bosco said in a gravelly tone.
"Alright then partner, don't slip and fall! See ya in the morning," Vinny said giving Bosco one final glance before shutting the door behind him.
Soon enough, Bosco was passed out on top of the covers on the couch, just as he'd said he would be. He had left his clothing in a pile on the bathroom floor, and had a large white towel securely wrapped around his waist.
Vinny stood over Bosco for a good twenty minutes, watching him breathe, observing every detailed facial expression. Vinny gently but firmly, slapped Bosco on the cheek a few times. Obviously the shower and pills had done their duty, and Bosco seemed to be sleeping calmly, undisturbed by Vinny's treatment. Grinning now, Vinny stole the opportunity to run his hand from just above the towel, wrapped around Bosco's waist, up his chest. Then, stopping at his nipple, he gave it a rough pinch.
Poor Bosco, I told you I'd take care of you. You should be out till noon tomorrow, you deserve the rest; you work so hard. The other cops don't seem to respect you like I do. They just don't appreciate you, and they sure the hell don't deserve you! Stick with me Boscorelli, we will be partners for life, you'll see. Look at you in your sleep, so vulnerable and innocent. I wish you were awake to enjoy this as much as I am. Rest up Bosco, sweet dreams.
Vinny sighed as he unfastened his belt, quickly unzipped, stroking the shaft of his own penis. Gently, carefully, his hand lightly sliding up Bosco's leg he made his way under the towel, grasping him, massaging Bosco's penis in a rhythmic stroking.
I knew it Bosco, you are one hell of a man. I am so turned on by you! Everything about you does me in. Your cocky attitude, your walk, your voice, the way your hair curls when you sweat, your smell, your body. I am so into you. I can hardly wait Bosco. The moment will be special, as it should be.
Soon, he had to let go, or end his own pleasure too soon. Vinny moved to his head, stroking Bosco's hair, still damp from the shower. "Little man with curls, feels soo good, makes me want to explode." Kneeling beside him, he paused, savoring his moment, then, grabbing the towel he'd brought with him, he leaned over and pressed his forehead against Bosco's hair, knowing he wouldn't wake, knowing that the drug he'd given him would keep him quiet and unknowing. Stroking himself to completion, Vinny whispered to him, "Soon, love, soon."
Then finished, he stood, pulled his pants closed, readjusted the towel over Bosco's exposed leg, and walked away. Smiling in contentment.
Have to make sure breakfast is ready when he gets up. Then we need to get that cheek looked at, can't have scars on that beautiful face.
TBC...