Rated R
As always the same warnings apply from the first chapter.
Rules and Broken Trust
Chapter 11
Vinny wheeled the pale gold colored Lincoln into the dark parking lot, pulling far enough into the center to see any approaching cars, but not far enough to be noticed by any passing cops.
The abandoned warehouse's lot was the perfect location. It was far enough from the populated area to be hidden, close enough that there was a small chance of being caught. Thus adding to his excitement.
He'd been waiting for this for a long time. Slipping Bosco the mickey had been easier than he'd initally thought.
Being a cop he should know better than to leave his drink alone, with anyone. Although, Hell it just makes it easier for both of us that he did. I love that he trusts me so much! Now I'll show him how much I love him....had to get him away before that little slut got suspicious....trying to break us up, fucking bitch! Ty Davis is lucky I didn't kill his ass, calling that fucking phone, I should have killed him, interfering bastard! But not now, never again....not after tonight! Good thing I got everything ready last time I went out to the.....
Throwing the shift into park he left the engine running, the heater on. "Don't want anybody catching cold now do we?" he said softly to himself.
As he turned the radio down, shutting off the cars lights, he heard Bosco again stir in the backseat.
Smiling to himself he turned, looking over the seatback, "Well, it's about time you wake up partner! I was beginning to worry about you! I've been driving around for an hour now waiting for you to wake up!"
Waking slowly now for a few minutes, his head pounding, Bosco looked around him, realizing he was in the backseat of Vinny's car. "What the hell? Vin what's going on man?" he asked groggily.
"Just making sure we have some alone time," Vinny was grinning at him as he began to remove his own coat. Laying it over Bosco's coat and his guns. He'd removed his coat from him as he lay him in the backseat outside the bar. Now he made sure that the guns were out of reach, by pushing the coats onto the floor of the front seat.
"What? Where are we? Oh my head," he was dizzy and having trouble focusing on Vinny.
"What happened," he asked, as he tried to bring his arm from around his back he realized he was restrained. "What the fuck am I DOING HANDCUFFED!" he exclaimed.
Bosco began to sit up, his head pounding. The pain subsiding some once he was sitting, Vinny 'explained', "Hey I had to do something! Man you were out of control back there at the resturant! You really can't handle your liquor can you Bosco? But it's okay I think the handcuffs could come in handy, after all you and that slut back there seemed interested in using a set!"
"HUH?" Bosco focused on him, "I did what back there? No way, last thing I remember was eating that steak! What the hell did I do?"
"Well, you tried to tear up the place, got real pissy over that waitress spilling your drink, I had to get you out of there quick before they called the cops..oh wait, we are the cops!" Vinny cracked up laughing, Bosco laid his head back against the seat.
"Man, shit I don't remember that," he moaned his head splitting, picking his head up he looked around, "where are we? And get me out of these," turning his body around to show his hands.
Vinny sat looking at him, a smile again on his face, "I don't think so, I kind of like them, kinky."
"EXCUSE ME?" Bosco snapped his head around at him, "What did you say? Man don't play that shit, just let me out, my fucking heads killing me, I need some aspirin, now!"
"Oh come on Bosco, don't act like you don't know what's going on!" Vinny laughed, "Unless you like to play innocent, then hey, I can get into that too!"
"WHAT! VINNY, LET ME THE FUCK OUT NOW!" Bosco couldn't stand being 'trapped' like this. His heart racing, he could barely see in the dark, another strike against him. Beginning to breathe heavily, his palms sweating, he took a deep breath to calm himself.
Vinny began to get out of the car, "About damn time man, let me out!" Bosco tried to laugh, thinking that his partner was playing one of the practical jokes that the gang liked to torment each other with, because he was sure that he would remember if anything had happened at the resturant, but, doubt did cross his mind since he'd woken up in the backseat of Vinny's car in handcuffs. Frowning he waited for Vinny to let him loose.
Stepping out, closing the drivers door, Vinny moved to the rear drivers side door. Opening it, Vinny climbed in slamming the door behind him and locked it.
"You act so tough and macho," speaking softly, turning to him, Vinny smiled, "but I know the truth..."
"What?" Bosco exclaimed, still trying to clear his head, the cold night air blown into the car helping some. Vinny moved closer to him and began to rub his chest. "That is one of your sexiest traits Bosco, hiding what's underneath, the sweet gentle man, I love that," Vinny softly cooed.
"VINNY! CUT THAT SHIT OUT!" Bosco, eyes widening yelled, trying not to laugh, and not succeeding, he laughed outloud, as he backed away from him, "THAT AIN'T EVEN FUNNY, TAKE YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF ME AND LET ME LOOSE!"
"I've wanted you since the day I saw you, and you can drop the act partner, you want me too, I can tell!" Vinny moved closer his hand moving under Bosco's shirt. Bosco grimaced, his laugh cut off, "I'm not laughing now Vinny!" He began to get pissed off that Vinny was not taking him serious, "This shit ain't funny, now cut it out! You're creeping me out! If this is another of Jimmy's jokes, you guys are gonna pay BIG FUCKING TIME!"
"Bosco, I want to make love to you!" Vinny moves to kiss him. Pulling back from him, sliding across the seat, to lean against the door, Bosco yelled, "EXCUSE ME? WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Staring at him in shock, his voice quiet now, "What the fuck are you talking about? Did you lose your fucking mind!"
Vinny paused, shaking his head sadly at him, "Always so serious," he begins smiling at him, "it's time for you to loosen up and learn how to play...." reaching out he grabs Bosco's hair, pulling him forward for a kiss. Turning his head, Bosco yanks away, "STOP TOUCHING ME! GET THE HELL AWAY NOW VINNY, I SAID THIS SHIT AIN'T FUNNY! LET ME OUT OF HERE MAN!"
He slides off the seat, trying to stand, his head touching the ceiling of the car in an attempt to distance himself from him. Bosco looks around seeing the warehouse and the empty parking lot. His stomach begins to knot as he realizes how far they are from anything.
"Bosco, this isn't a joke," Bosco looks at him, realizing that Vinny is serious, his mind unable to process what he's hearing now. Vinny continues, "No joke, I want you. I need you, and I know you feel the same way. You just need me to help you realize that."
"YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Bosco shouts, he tries to get twisted around again to get the handle on the door, as Vinny grabs the front of his shirt pulling him back down onto the seat, "GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF ME NOW! STOP ACTING LIKE A PERVERT!"
Face reddening, barely seen in the darkness of the backseat, Vinny backhands Bosco across the face. "Watch your mouth lover," he threatens him, "tell me, what are you going to do to stop me? How about that slut waitress, huh, you want her to 'help you' make it all better?" Vinny pushed his forefinger cruelly into Bosco's injured cheek. Bosco cries out, pulling away from him as Vinny yells, "Or do you want to tell Davis? Davis can't help you now!"
"What?" Bosco's mind was reeling, 'This is not happening, Jimmy is in on this, and I'm gonna kill someone when I get out of here'.
"It will never happen, I can promise you that!" Vinny growled at him, leaning towards him threateningly. "WHAT, VINNY? WHAT WON'T HAPPEN?" Bosco struggling against him, was still trying to get to the door handle but Vinny kept pulling at him, preventing him from reaching it.
"Why DO YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE YOU AND DAVIS ARE INNOCENT!" Vinny screamed at him, slapping him across the mouth again.
Bosco drew back further in shock, "What?" his voice quiet with shock, he was breathing hard, his face stinging from the slaps, taste of blood in his mouth, his thoughts scrambled, he fought to keep up with Vinny's ramblings, his arms aching already from the cuffs.
"What won't...won't happen? Are you crazy? What the hell are you talking about, what about Davis? Vinny I don't understand what's going on here, okay?" Bosco tried to calm down, to get the situation under control, as he realized that the 'joke' was not to be over, that in fact had never been started in the first place, that this was real, that Sully was right. Vinny was dangerous.
Vinny viciously slaps him again, "CUT the LYING OUT! I know all about it! SLUT!" Slapping him again, this time across the top of his head, "You have been cheating on me, haven't you! And that fucking little whore at the Steakhouse? I don't think so Bosco! I'm the only one who's going to be fucking you tonight!"
"STOP FUCKING HITTING ME YOU ASSHOLE!" Bosco screams at him, his calmness lost, "WHAT? LYING? WHAT? WHO'S CHEATING? CHEATING HOW? FUCKING.....? MY GOD YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND!"
"I see the guilt all over your face Bosco, and I will show you who the 'real man' is, who 'loves you for you' and isn't just using you, trying to take you away from me," Vinny reaches for him, pulling him to him.
Bosco shrinking back now, real fear knawing at him, thinking, 'Oh my god, he's serious! Shit, what happened to him?' Vinny's words sink in, Bosco pale now, trying to understand what's happened to his partner, "REAL MAN? WHAT THE FUCK?"
As Vinny starts to unbuckle Bosco's belt, Bosco yells, "WHAT? NO, DON'T! STOP IT! VINNY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? DON'T DO THIS! COME ON MAN, STOP, OKAY? DON'T DO THIS!"
Vinny, pulls the belt loose, unbuttoning Bosco's jeans, pulling on them, Bosco screaming now, "STOP IT! LET ME GO! STOP!!! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? I SAID STTOOPPPP!!" Trying to sit up, twisting away from Vinny's hands, to no effect. Vinny pulls his pants down, despite his desperate efforts to stop him. Bosco realizing his shoes are off, as Vinny pulls the pants free of him begins to fight him in earnest. Vinny releases him, shoving him for the moment to the side, to remove his own pants.
Falling back toward the door again Bosco throws his feet up attempting to kick him. He connects sharply with Vinnys arm, then chest. Bosco continues kicking him, but he's still feeling the drug he now knows Vinny must have given him, and he's too uncoordinated to really hurt him, 'I've got to get out of here, what the hell did he give me?' Vinny shows little reaction except to grab his leg. Reaching out he punches Bosco in the chest.
"OOOFFFfffff," his breath knocked from him, he continues to fight him. Vinny again punches him, this time in the side of the head, stunning him. Nearly off the seat from the blow to the head, his chest and head near the bottom of the door, Bosco pleads with him, shaken to his soul, "Vinny please don't do this, lets just go okay, pretend it never happened," he takes a deep breath, trying to talk him out of this madness.
Reaching for him now, Vinny yanks him back up, pulling him down onto the leather seat next to him, holding him. Sliding his hand down the front of his boxers, grasping him, "Oh my god, you feel sooo good, just like after the game. You felt so sweet while I jerked off, you were so innocent looking, asleep like that. Hair all damp and curly, skin so soft." At his touch Bosco stiffens in his arms, terrified, sick to his stomach as he realizes what Vinny is saying.
"YOU SICK BASTARD!!!" he screams as Vinny pulls at him, strokes him, "SON-OF-A-BITCH! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME!"
In a complete panic now, Bosco rears sideways and upward with his head, slamming Vinny's nose, attempting to yank away. Blood flowing down into his mouth, Vinny releases him again.
Screaming in pain, Vinny punches him in his back as Bosco tries to move away from him, "YOU LITTLE FUCKING PRICK," wipes the blood from his mouth and nose, punching him again in the back of the head. Bosco falls onto the back of the front seat.
Forcing himself to calm down, still breathing heavily, "Get back over here," Vinny says gruffly to him, "we are just getting started." Grabbing the back of his shirt, yanking on it causing the buttons to fly off, slides it harshly downward off his shoulders, trying to pull it from him, stopped by the handcuffs, he moves to Bosco's undershirt. With both hands ripping it down the back, pulling it to join the overshirt.
His shirts hang from his wrists kept on by the cuffs,"Now that won't be a problem will it?" Vinny says laughing, "No, I can work with that", he rips the overshirt down the middle, "Opps got to get those cuffs off now don't we, oh and Bosco, I love a good fight, gets me hotter, so go ahead, fight me baby."
Vinny pulls the key from his pocket, unlocking one of the cuffs removing it from Bosco's wrist. He pulls the shirts from him dropping them to the floor, and makes the mistake of releasing Bosco when he does it.
Instantly Bosco shoves him hard away, flinging himself to the door, he unlocks it, slamming it open, Vinny reaches for him, but Bosco is gone, running full speed across the dark parking lot.
Vinny follows him, knowing that Bosco cannot outrun him, not without shoes and maybe not even with them. Vinny is faster, but his prey is desperate.
Running with difficulty Bosco's feet are already hurting from the cold pavement under them, sharp rocks and bits of debris cut into him. Breath catching from the cold air, he quickly realizes he won't outrun Vinny in a foot race. They have chased too many perps in the last few months both as a team and before for him to think he is faster, so instead of running for the highway in the distance, Bosco makes for the warehouse. He stumbles once then twice as the drugs that Vinny dosed him with make themselves known again, but he manages to reach the warehouse door.
"Please, please be open," he begs, planning on hiding inside, knowing that Vinny will have a harder time finding him in here, plus there may be something he can defend himself with. He knows that in a hand to hand fight, he will lose. Watching Vinny beat the crap out of a few of the perps who'd given him a hard time had taught him that. Plus with the blows he'd already received, he had no desire to continue being hit by him, especially if Vinny decided to really hurt him.
Grabbing the door, yanking on it, "NOOO," he shouts, as he finds it locked. Running down the side of the building now, trying to find another way in, he turns to see Vinny isn't following him. Vinny is mearly standing a few yards away, watching him. Fear takes over as he realizes Vinny is in no hurry, as now slowly, carefully Vinny begins to approach him.
Walking, keeping his pace deliberate but cautious in his appoach, Vinny smiles to himself, he already knows this area, knows Bosco won't find help here. Or a way in. "Where you going my little man? You know you can't outrun me, even on a good day. So stop fucking around and COME HERE!"
"FUCK YOU YOU CRAZY BASTARD!" Bosco shouts as he turns, runs again, this time though as he finally reaches the corner of the building about to go around it, he hears Vinny coming for him, moving fast. His heart pounding in his chest he runs faster, only to be slammed from behind as he tries to cut around the corner. His face and chest crushed against the building as Vinny pins him.
"AAAGGHHH" a scream erupts from him as the sharp icy metal of the wall brushburns his skin. Vinny grabs him by his hair and shoulder, spinning him around to face him.
Yanking his head backwards, Vinny grabs Bosco's right hand which he has brought up to fight him with, his left grabbing Vinnys right arm in an attempt to break his hold. In a control pinch, Vinny slowly, in a struggle of their strengths and determinations brings Bosco's right hand back down, around, then forces it up behind his back, holding him up against him, yanking up several times to send his message of superior strength home.
Bosco pauses in his struggle, the pain in his arm causing him to stop fighting. He is shaking both from the cold as well as fear as he realizes he is no match for the much larger man.
Bosco writhes in pain, as Vinny smirks, "Now you went an pissed me off, but, I'll give you another chance. Come here love." Violently pulling him up to him, Vinny bends his head down kissing him hard on the mouth, Bosco cannot turn his head from the grip Vinny has on his hair.
"MMMUUUMMUUUUMMMM" he fights him, his mouth and lips clenched shut as Vinny tries to enter his mouth. Lifting his head, Vinny smirks, "Oh you will give in, I promise you that love, sooner than you think!"
Gasping, disgust on his face, "FUCK YOU!" Bosco screams in his face, fury overtaking him as he spits at him.
Wiping his face on his shoulder, Vinny grins down at him, pulling harder on his hair, his neck stretched out further, Vinny again drops his head, this time his mouth on Bosco's neck, his tongue licking from his collar bone up slowly, upwards to his mouth again, he feels Bosco shudder, crying out for him to stop.
"Oh baby, I'll stop, but not for a long while from now," quickly turning bringing Bosco with him, Vinny again spins him around, this time to face away, his wrist held high on his back, his hair still gripped. He begins to walk him to the car again.
Fighting him, knowing what is coming, Bosco tries to drop away from him, his arm feeling like it is breaking at the shoulder. Vinny tightens his grip on his hair yanking hard, "STOP FIGHTING ME DAMM IT! IT WON'T CHANGE MY MIND! YOU HAVE TEASED ME LONG ENOUGH BOSCO, STOP IT!"
Reaching the car, Bosco as Vinny tries to push him into the back seat, attempts to escape, this time dropping down to the ground as Vinny releases him. "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Vinny yells as Bosco tries to get around him, grabbing him as he reaches the rear of the trunk Vinny throws him over the back of the car, with himself over Bosco, pinning him with his body.
Anger now his driving force, Vinny, as Bosco pleads with him, "NOOOOO, GOD PLEASE NOOO!!" grabs his boxers, ripping them from him, he grabs his hands again, this time replacing the cuff on Bosco's wrist. His hands now behind him, Vinny's weight on him, Bosco is helpless to prevent him from taking him. But instead, as Bosco continues to beg for him to stop, the ice cold of the car biting into his naked flesh, Vinny backs off. Yanking him up again, spinning him around, punching him in the face, stunning him. Vinny moves him to the open door, throwing him headfirst into the backseat of the Lincoln.
Climbing in quickly after him, Vinny slams the door shut, locking it again. Quickly stripping his own jeans off, as well as his boxers, Vinny takes no time to remove his shirts, knowing now that Bosco will fight him this night. Bosco pushes himself off of the seat, sitting on the floor facing Vinny, his breaths ragged as he watches him strip, cringing away, pleading with him to stop as he sees him coming for him again. "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOO," he begs in vain as Vinny snatches him off the floor, throwing him onto the seat beside him. Again Bosco pulls away falling to the door. Slapping him in the back of the head, Vinny stops him again.
Moving around him he sits Bosco up, then pushes him sideways as he grabs his legs moving him further down on the seat. Pulling Bosco's legs completely around, moving him face down onto the seat. Vinny easily accomplishes this as Bosco stunned, feeling the returning effects of the drug, has no choice but to allow him to do so. His cuffed hands keeping him from bracing himself, he yells in pain again as his head hits the door handle, he is still for a moment, fighting the blackness attempting to take over, trying to think of another way out of this.
Vinny pulls him to him, lays fully on top of him, pinning him to the seat, "NOOOOOOOOO," Bosco screams as he realizes Vinny is hard, pressing into him.
"Oh not yet, Bosco my love, not yet," Vinny reaches his hand down, moving his own body to the side slightly, his hips and legs on the seat, he wraps his legs around Bosco's to keep him still as he continues to pin his upper body to the seat with his own. Vinny slides his hand down the side of Bosco's hip reaching down cupping Bosco's ass cheek, gripping him.
Bosco rears his head back again, hitting him in the mouth, this time only a glancing blow as Vinny sensing what he was doing slips sideways away from the headbutt, "AAAAAAHHHHH YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Vinny sits up, releasing his chest a moment, punching him swiftly in his right eye, where the stitches still are.
"AAHHHHHHEEEEEEE" Bosco screams in pain, and Vinny takes the advantage again, slamming Bosco's head against the door frame, Bosco again goes limp, stunned. "YOU KEEP THIS UP AND YOU WON'T GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE YOU LITTLE SON-OF-A-BITCH," screams Vinny, "IF YOU WANT TO WAKE UP TOMORROW YOU WILL COOPERATE!"
Vinny again drops onto Bosco's back, grabbing him by the throat with his right hand, squeezing to show him that he's not kidding around, putting his full weight on his back, causing him to cry out. "Oh, this has been so worth the wait, oh my, I love your tight little ass," Vinny groans as using his left hand he moves his hand back down squeezing him again.
"No, please, Vinny don't" his strangled crys only pushing Vinny further, "I can't do this, please," as Vinny tightens his hand, he begins to realize he's not getting air, gasps, "I, I, I ca, bre..."
Bosco trys to buck him off, but Vinny is too heavy, he tries to get his knees under him, but Vinny stops that with a comment, "That's right, make it easy for me, I knew you would come around baby."
"ca bre," Bosco pleads with him, as he quickly lies flat again, "Vi, plea......"
"Are you begging me now?" Vinny whispers to him, his mouth on Bosco's neck, as he licks and sucks on his neck and shoulder, his hand tighting more on Bosco's neck, "Are you asking me please?"
"Ye" Bosco his chest burning nods, gasping, "pleas...."
"GOOD, YOU'RE LEARNING THE RULES!" Vinny releases his throat, and moves off him, allowing him to recover.
Gasping for air, his face on the cold leather seat, the air of the car having become quickly overheated from the running engine, the heater and the struggle within. Bosco his voice hoarse now tries again, "Plea, let me go, Vin..."
"Yes, that's it, beg me. Only I'm not letting you go, and you know it," Vinny places his forearm across Bosco's shoulders, to place distance between their heads in case Bosco isn't yet 'submissive', pinning him again, "this time it's not going to stop, so enjoy it, I am." He moves lower, "I am soo turned on, I almost don't want to wait, but, I will. You need time," he slides his hand down, working it around to the front, pulling his hip upward forcing him onto his side grabbing him, stroking him, "You're going to cum for me, I want you to enjoy this, too."
"Vinny," Bosco tried again to reason with him, 'He's gone insane, he thinks I'm gay? Got to make him understand, oh my god, he's touching my... "I'm not gay, and even if I was, this is rape, and I'll never ENJOY IT! So, get your fucking hand off me, and LET ME UP YOU FAG..." realizing he's losing control again, stopping before he sets Vinny off again.
"OH Bosco," Vinny laughs, "I'm not GAY, I only want you, I love only you."
"OH my god," Bosco cries out, begging now in his thoughts, 'Did Ty see us leave, did he? Did he get there before we left? Please let him have seen, please somebody help me....' , his spoken voice ragged, "LET ME go please. Look you know Ty was coming, what if he saw you before you took me out of there? You know he won't just let it go, he's going to check on me!"
Vinny is moving down his back, trailing kisses and licks, stopping at his bruise from the Saturday of the game, "Poor baby, that mean man hurt you, let me make it better. Oh and I wouldn't worry about Ty Davis if I were you, I took care of him in the locker room, he won't be bothering us, and he won't be calling you again, cause I turned your phone off in the resturant. So, Love it is just the two of us from now on!"
"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? DID YOU HURT...." his words cut off as he realizes Vinny is trying to force his fingers between his ass cheeks, "NO, NO, DON'T..." Forcing them apart, Vinny pushing him back down flat to the seat as he forces his index finger into him. Bosco screams in pain as he tries to prevent his entry, "NOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO, STOPPPP ITTTTTT, OH GOOOGGGGGGGDDDDDD!"
"SHUSH," Vinny soothes him, "Don't fight it, it only makes it worse. Your little pussy is sooo tight! I didn't expect that, for you to be innocent, a virgin!"
Forcing yet another finger inside him, as Bosco screaming feeling himself tear, "AAANNOOO" tries to prevent him from doing this to him, Vinny exclaiming, "Don't fight me, I can make it worse! RELAX! Damn, you are a fighter aren't you? I fucking love that! Makes me harder for you!"
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! STOPP ITTT! LETTT MEE GOOO! PLEASE STOPPP!!" Bosco is begging, unable to control the situation, and unwilling to concede to Vinny's desires, he attempts now in desperation to twist away, to no avail.
Pulling his fingers out,"You better be ready now, I can't wait any longer," Vinny moves over him, grabbing him by his waist, pulling him up to him, "It's going to be soooo good, you'll see."
Bosco gets his knees up under him, and throws himself forward, "PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he screams over and over, against the passenger side window, "PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE, SOMEBODY...." Grabbing him by the back of his neck, Vinny slams his head against the glass of the side window, blood smearing the glass from his split lip, the stitches on his cheek again open.
For a moment, Bosco sees stars. Taking a deep breath, fighting the pain, he shakes his head again, trying to clear it.
Vinny tries to pull him to him. In desperation, Bosco throws himself back again, striking Vinny in the cheek with his head.
"YOU SHIT!" Vinny howls in pain, grabbing at his face, Bosco rears back again, trying to turn on his knees to get his back to the door. Vinny knows he's trying to escape, and starts to laugh through the pain, "I am soo going to enjoy this, and so are you.....time to stop playing hard to get, Bosco!"
Grabbing him by his waist, Vinny throws him over the rear of the backseat, pinning him down. Positioning his erection against Bosco, using his free hand to guide himself, driving himself inside him. "NNNNNNOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGG!" Bosco is screaming in agony, the tearing burning sensations increasing as Vinny shoves into him. Holding Bosco's head down against the seat with his forearm, he bites him hard on the shoulder, tasting blood. Vinny drives harder into him, his excitement mounting, as Bosco's desperate fight against him increases.
"AAAAAEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHEE!" Bosco is blinded by pain, screaming as Vinny continues to force his entry, "OOOHHHHGGGOOOODDDD SSSTOOOOPPPP!! YOUR RIPPING ME APART!"
"THAT WAS YOUR DECISION! I TRIED TO MAKE IT EASY FOR YOU! YOU DID THIS!! NOW SHUT UP AND ENJOY IT!" Vinny raged, he pushes his face down into Bosco's hair, holding his hip now as he rams harder into him.
Bosco fights him to try to throw him off, Vinny releasing his grip on Bosco's hip raises his elbow, slamming it down on Bosco's shoulder. Crying out again, "AAAAAAAAGGGGHH!" Vinny raising his elbow again, drives it down into his side, screaming at him, "YOU HAD TO MAKE ME HURT YOU DIDN'T YOU! I DIDN'T WANT IT TO BE LIKE THIS! I WANTED TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU! YOU CHOOSE THIS, REMEMBER THAT!" He slams his elbow again into his side, then punches him in the back again.
Vinny pauses as Bosco arches back against him with the blows, then falls forward to lay limp against the seat. For Bosco now pain is the only thing his mind is registering. The act of violent rape combining with what Vinny was now inflicting on him. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"he cries out, weakened his body racked by pain from the beating, as his mind becomes unfocused from the agony he is experiencing.
"Oh Bosco," Vinny is at once contrite, "I'm so sorry, please, I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you..."he is caressing his hair, and kissing his shoulder where he'd only seconds ago, bitten, and elbowed him, "let me make it better."
Blindly throwing himself to the side in an attempt to escape, Bosco falls only to the window which is inches away from them. Vinny moves to stop him, pressing Bosco's face now against the side window, pushing himself further into him. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere," pinning him now, his own face on Bosco's, saying, "AND OH YES LOVE, I'm going to finish this," his hot breath, stinking of beer fogging up the window. Joining the mist growing from Bosco's pain filled screams of agony as Vinny yanks up on his bound arms to control him further, joining with the fog created by the heater of the car.
"You're suppose to be my friend, my partner...." Bosco gasps, his words broken, as hot tears fill his eyes.
"I am, Bosco, I am," Vinny coos to him, he easily lifts him, moving him back over the rear seat, pinning him against it again, he begins to move, forcing himself deeper with each thrust.
"Oh man, you are soooo tight, I knew it would be good, are you enjoying it? OHHHH, say my name Bosco, please?" Vinny's delusions are complete in his belief that Bosco wants this also, "Oh love you feel soooo good!"
Bosco stops struggling, realizing he's not stopping this. Only causing himself more pain, more damage by fighting against him. Eyes on the distant road, barely seen through the fogged rear window, he can see the lights of cars passing, but knows they haven't heard his pleas for help. No one has. Bloodied face a mask of pain, his eyes spilling tears of shame down bruised cheeks, legs shaking with the agony of the rape being inflicted upon him, he cannot understand how he came to be in this place. His face still held to the cold seatback, he closes his eyes praying for this nightmare to end, to wake up from this terror, safe in his own bed.
But it is not to be. This terror is in fact only just beginning.
"This isn't real," he sobs, the drugs further lowering his ability to focus, "this isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real...."
"Oh yes, it is, this is sooo real," Vinny moans, his mouth on the side of Bosco's face.
Seeing that Bosco, still mumbling to himself, soft screams of pain escaping him as Vinny thrusts, has closed his eyes against him. Vinny grabs his face, squeezing hard.
"OPEN YOUR EYES! DON'T YOU DARE PASS OUT!!! I want you to see me!"Vinny rages at him, "OPEN THEM or I'll hurt you so bad your mother WON'T KNOW YOU!"
Bosco opens his eyes, shaking now in fear knowing Vinny will make good on his threats, wondering 'WHY DIDN'T I LISTEN, WHY DIDN'T I BELIEVE THEM? DID I DO SOMETHING TO MAKE HIM THINK I WANTED THIS? PLEASE GOD DON'T LET ANYBODY SEE.....'
"Good, oh yes, oh Bosco, you feel soo good," Vinny moaned, "Oh Bosco, I can't hold back, I'm cumming," as he drove himself deeper, Bosco went limp, his head down on the seat back, feeling Vinny's release, giving up completely, knowing there was no way back now, it was done.
"OH YES BABY YES!" Vinny cried out as he climaxed inside him. Moments later, he lay on him, sweating with his exertions. Kissing him hard on the side of the face, "Damn that was the best ever! You are soo fucking tight! I love that, me being your first!"
Finished, he moved out of him, sitting on the seat near him. Reaching down he grabbed his boxers, wiping the blood from the rape off of himself.
Bosco slid down the rear of the seat, knees under him, his face, turned away from his rapist, pressed tightly against the seatback, sobbing.
Folding into himself, his sobs barely heard over Vinny's loud breathing, as trying in vain to deny what had just happened to him, he again felt Vinny's hands on him.
"OH baby, don't cry," Vinny exclaimed in concern, "It's okay," he pulled him into his arms, "I promise you, the first time is the hardest, it won't be like that again."
Vinny reached down onto the floor, removing the handcuff key from his jeans pocket. Sitting back unlocking the cuffs, he released him. "I don't think we need these anymore? Do you?" he cooed. Bringing his hands around, Vinny began to massage his arms and shoulder.
Bosco, becoming instantly enraged, stiffened in his arms, rearing up, slamming his head into the side of Vinny's jaw. Vinny feeling him go rigid moved his head, and it was only a glancing blow. Now he was pissed off again.
Bosco though just as pissed, more so even, grabbed Vinny by the throat with both hands, squeezing as hard as he could. The numbness in his shoulders, his swollen hands, the drugs still working on him, made it difficult. Vinny had no trouble pulling him off. Bosco was screaming, "I'LL KILL YOU! YOU BASTARD, I'LL KILL YOU!"
"NO YOU WON'T," Vinny replied coldly, punching him in the face. Falling off the seat, tasting fresh blood as his lip further splits, he lay on the floor wondering, 'how the hell did this happen, how I could have been so blind'.
Vinny not wanting to knock him out, just to control him, had pulled his punch. "No you won't. And you are going to be taught just how much you won't kill me. You're going to be taught you have no control. I have the control Bosco, see I know something you don't, I know that....well, let me show you!"
Lifting him once again from the floor, Vinny grabbed him by his shoulders, forcing him down again on the seat, face up this time, pinning his hands above him, he punches him in the stomach to control him as Bosco tries to knee him. Again, his breath forced from him, "AAAAGGGGHHHHH," Bosco bends his legs to his stomach, his fight halted as he tries to catch his breath.
"I'm trying to be nice...why are you being so mean..."Vinny panted.
Vinny grabbed the cuffs again, as Bosco gasped trying to breathe. Quickly cuffing his hands again behind his back. Stretching him out on his back on the seat as Bosco tried to curl up, Vinny forced him flat.
"You can take a punch though can't you," he commented, as Bosco began to fight with him again, "But with these drugs, you have no real fight in you, haven't you realized that? You're weak, no ability to resist. Not the same as when you're 'in control' is it? Not like out there on the streets, see, I'm in control here. You will learn that and you will do what you are told, or else your world is going to be nothing but pain from here on out Bosco."
Lifting Bosco's legs by the insides of his knees, he pushes them apart, dropping his right leg off the seat, holding his left against the seatback, "But, it doesn't have to be that way. Cooperate, and you will know nothing but pleasure, that I promise, and hey let me show you something? See I know what you do have in you, how you really want it. I'm going to show you, see, the body wants what the body wants, the mind has no control over that, especially with the drugs I've given you tonight, nice little cocktail I mixed just for you, little recipe I learned at my fathers knee....and soon enough, your mind will follow. I know your heart already has, you just need to let it show."
Bosco tried to fight him, as Vinny pinned his legs out to each side, showing him the truth in his words about the weakness now. Vinny moved his own body down, until he was laying on the seat, his head between Bosco's legs. Looking up right before he took him into his mouth, said, "You're going to love this, and you're going to beg me for more," holding Bosco's penis in his hand, he dropped his mouth down. Vinny began to suck on him.
Bosco began screaming, "NOOOOOO, PLEASE, I'M SORRY, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE NOOOOOO!"
To his complete horror, Vinny removing his hand from him, reached up his chest with both hands, grabbing, pinching his nipples. To his shame, he felt his stiffening, the shock of the truth of some of Vinny's 'promises' bringing themselves home, as his body influenced by the 'chemical high' Vinny had induced in his senses gave Vinny what he wanted. Bosco had no control over his body's reactions, he was again lost in betrayal, only this time it was his own body betraying him.
"PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE..." Bosco begged him, "STOP! Don't make me do this, please...." mentally pleading, 'I want to die, please just let me die, just let me pass out, please,....'
"You're begging?" Vinny lifted his head, "But you're so enjoying this, so, no I don't think I will...." he lowered his head again, this time using a hand to 'help' things along.
Soon enough to Bosco's complete horror, Vinny got what he wanted. Bosco bit into his own lip drawing blood in his struggles not to let go, moaning. Curving upward, his hips and body tensed, he cried out, unable to control his own body, unable to stop the orgasm that took him over. Finally when it was over, Vinny got off him. Sitting up wiping his mouth, a smile of satisfaction on his face, "I told you you would like it."
Bosco lay there, no longer fighting, no longer in the car, his eyes unfocused, staring at the felt on the ceiling of the car. Mind raw, numb, racing at the same time. Disconnected now from what has happened to him. Unable to accept what has happened this night, the minutes, hours unknown that have passed, some part of him wondering 'What time is it? I'm going to be late for work. Need to call ma, tell her I can't be there for lunch, late again, she's going to be mad' .
Drifting now, the drugs combining with the injury, shock, beginning to make themselves known yet again.
Vinny moves over him again, for a moment he's back, in the car, terrified, 'What? Noooooo' and he stiffens, crying out, "NNNNOOOOOO', thinking that Vinny will want the same from him, as he'd just done to him, but Vinny has other plans.
"Poor baby, don't worry, I won't ask you for that, yet, you do have teeth," he laughingly whispers to him, "I just want to see your face when I fuck you this time, that was so hot watching you, you have no idea! I'm already hard for you again!" Vinny forces his way again inside him, as he moves his face over Bosco's to kiss him.
Bosco looking at him now, cries out in renewed pain from the tearing burning agony being again inflicted on him, his voice hoarse, choked, "You are supposed to be my partner," his voice filled with sorrow and loss, "You were suppose to be my friend, I trusted you, how could you do this?"
"Because I love you," Vinny groans as he runs his tounge over Bosco's lips, "Because I love you. And you CAN trust me, you just have to play by my rules, and I won't ever break your trust, you have to know that already."
Lifting himself up, reaching under Bosco hips, pulling him up to him, he drops his face to the top of Bosco's head burying his mouth in his hair, biting and pulling the strands as moving in slow rhythm his cries of ecstasy fill the dark car.
Bosco lay there, no longer asking to be freed, no longer begging for mercy; turning his head he lay staring out the window at the dimmed darkness beyond the fog, waiting, his body limp.
Bleeding, racked with pains from the beating, the rape, his mind drifting, he allowed Vinny to completely take over.
He was praying that Vinny, having broken his trust, would not now take his life.
A moment later, Bosco prayed that he would.
Allowing his mind to take him from this place of horrors, he waited for this madness to end, or the end to come.
TBC....
Rules and Broken Trust
Chapter 11
Vinny wheeled the pale gold colored Lincoln into the dark parking lot, pulling far enough into the center to see any approaching cars, but not far enough to be noticed by any passing cops.
The abandoned warehouse's lot was the perfect location. It was far enough from the populated area to be hidden, close enough that there was a small chance of being caught. Thus adding to his excitement.
He'd been waiting for this for a long time. Slipping Bosco the mickey had been easier than he'd initally thought.
Being a cop he should know better than to leave his drink alone, with anyone. Although, Hell it just makes it easier for both of us that he did. I love that he trusts me so much! Now I'll show him how much I love him....had to get him away before that little slut got suspicious....trying to break us up, fucking bitch! Ty Davis is lucky I didn't kill his ass, calling that fucking phone, I should have killed him, interfering bastard! But not now, never again....not after tonight! Good thing I got everything ready last time I went out to the.....
Throwing the shift into park he left the engine running, the heater on. "Don't want anybody catching cold now do we?" he said softly to himself.
As he turned the radio down, shutting off the cars lights, he heard Bosco again stir in the backseat.
Smiling to himself he turned, looking over the seatback, "Well, it's about time you wake up partner! I was beginning to worry about you! I've been driving around for an hour now waiting for you to wake up!"
Waking slowly now for a few minutes, his head pounding, Bosco looked around him, realizing he was in the backseat of Vinny's car. "What the hell? Vin what's going on man?" he asked groggily.
"Just making sure we have some alone time," Vinny was grinning at him as he began to remove his own coat. Laying it over Bosco's coat and his guns. He'd removed his coat from him as he lay him in the backseat outside the bar. Now he made sure that the guns were out of reach, by pushing the coats onto the floor of the front seat.
"What? Where are we? Oh my head," he was dizzy and having trouble focusing on Vinny.
"What happened," he asked, as he tried to bring his arm from around his back he realized he was restrained. "What the fuck am I DOING HANDCUFFED!" he exclaimed.
Bosco began to sit up, his head pounding. The pain subsiding some once he was sitting, Vinny 'explained', "Hey I had to do something! Man you were out of control back there at the resturant! You really can't handle your liquor can you Bosco? But it's okay I think the handcuffs could come in handy, after all you and that slut back there seemed interested in using a set!"
"HUH?" Bosco focused on him, "I did what back there? No way, last thing I remember was eating that steak! What the hell did I do?"
"Well, you tried to tear up the place, got real pissy over that waitress spilling your drink, I had to get you out of there quick before they called the cops..oh wait, we are the cops!" Vinny cracked up laughing, Bosco laid his head back against the seat.
"Man, shit I don't remember that," he moaned his head splitting, picking his head up he looked around, "where are we? And get me out of these," turning his body around to show his hands.
Vinny sat looking at him, a smile again on his face, "I don't think so, I kind of like them, kinky."
"EXCUSE ME?" Bosco snapped his head around at him, "What did you say? Man don't play that shit, just let me out, my fucking heads killing me, I need some aspirin, now!"
"Oh come on Bosco, don't act like you don't know what's going on!" Vinny laughed, "Unless you like to play innocent, then hey, I can get into that too!"
"WHAT! VINNY, LET ME THE FUCK OUT NOW!" Bosco couldn't stand being 'trapped' like this. His heart racing, he could barely see in the dark, another strike against him. Beginning to breathe heavily, his palms sweating, he took a deep breath to calm himself.
Vinny began to get out of the car, "About damn time man, let me out!" Bosco tried to laugh, thinking that his partner was playing one of the practical jokes that the gang liked to torment each other with, because he was sure that he would remember if anything had happened at the resturant, but, doubt did cross his mind since he'd woken up in the backseat of Vinny's car in handcuffs. Frowning he waited for Vinny to let him loose.
Stepping out, closing the drivers door, Vinny moved to the rear drivers side door. Opening it, Vinny climbed in slamming the door behind him and locked it.
"You act so tough and macho," speaking softly, turning to him, Vinny smiled, "but I know the truth..."
"What?" Bosco exclaimed, still trying to clear his head, the cold night air blown into the car helping some. Vinny moved closer to him and began to rub his chest. "That is one of your sexiest traits Bosco, hiding what's underneath, the sweet gentle man, I love that," Vinny softly cooed.
"VINNY! CUT THAT SHIT OUT!" Bosco, eyes widening yelled, trying not to laugh, and not succeeding, he laughed outloud, as he backed away from him, "THAT AIN'T EVEN FUNNY, TAKE YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF ME AND LET ME LOOSE!"
"I've wanted you since the day I saw you, and you can drop the act partner, you want me too, I can tell!" Vinny moved closer his hand moving under Bosco's shirt. Bosco grimaced, his laugh cut off, "I'm not laughing now Vinny!" He began to get pissed off that Vinny was not taking him serious, "This shit ain't funny, now cut it out! You're creeping me out! If this is another of Jimmy's jokes, you guys are gonna pay BIG FUCKING TIME!"
"Bosco, I want to make love to you!" Vinny moves to kiss him. Pulling back from him, sliding across the seat, to lean against the door, Bosco yelled, "EXCUSE ME? WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Staring at him in shock, his voice quiet now, "What the fuck are you talking about? Did you lose your fucking mind!"
Vinny paused, shaking his head sadly at him, "Always so serious," he begins smiling at him, "it's time for you to loosen up and learn how to play...." reaching out he grabs Bosco's hair, pulling him forward for a kiss. Turning his head, Bosco yanks away, "STOP TOUCHING ME! GET THE HELL AWAY NOW VINNY, I SAID THIS SHIT AIN'T FUNNY! LET ME OUT OF HERE MAN!"
He slides off the seat, trying to stand, his head touching the ceiling of the car in an attempt to distance himself from him. Bosco looks around seeing the warehouse and the empty parking lot. His stomach begins to knot as he realizes how far they are from anything.
"Bosco, this isn't a joke," Bosco looks at him, realizing that Vinny is serious, his mind unable to process what he's hearing now. Vinny continues, "No joke, I want you. I need you, and I know you feel the same way. You just need me to help you realize that."
"YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Bosco shouts, he tries to get twisted around again to get the handle on the door, as Vinny grabs the front of his shirt pulling him back down onto the seat, "GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF ME NOW! STOP ACTING LIKE A PERVERT!"
Face reddening, barely seen in the darkness of the backseat, Vinny backhands Bosco across the face. "Watch your mouth lover," he threatens him, "tell me, what are you going to do to stop me? How about that slut waitress, huh, you want her to 'help you' make it all better?" Vinny pushed his forefinger cruelly into Bosco's injured cheek. Bosco cries out, pulling away from him as Vinny yells, "Or do you want to tell Davis? Davis can't help you now!"
"What?" Bosco's mind was reeling, 'This is not happening, Jimmy is in on this, and I'm gonna kill someone when I get out of here'.
"It will never happen, I can promise you that!" Vinny growled at him, leaning towards him threateningly. "WHAT, VINNY? WHAT WON'T HAPPEN?" Bosco struggling against him, was still trying to get to the door handle but Vinny kept pulling at him, preventing him from reaching it.
"Why DO YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE YOU AND DAVIS ARE INNOCENT!" Vinny screamed at him, slapping him across the mouth again.
Bosco drew back further in shock, "What?" his voice quiet with shock, he was breathing hard, his face stinging from the slaps, taste of blood in his mouth, his thoughts scrambled, he fought to keep up with Vinny's ramblings, his arms aching already from the cuffs.
"What won't...won't happen? Are you crazy? What the hell are you talking about, what about Davis? Vinny I don't understand what's going on here, okay?" Bosco tried to calm down, to get the situation under control, as he realized that the 'joke' was not to be over, that in fact had never been started in the first place, that this was real, that Sully was right. Vinny was dangerous.
Vinny viciously slaps him again, "CUT the LYING OUT! I know all about it! SLUT!" Slapping him again, this time across the top of his head, "You have been cheating on me, haven't you! And that fucking little whore at the Steakhouse? I don't think so Bosco! I'm the only one who's going to be fucking you tonight!"
"STOP FUCKING HITTING ME YOU ASSHOLE!" Bosco screams at him, his calmness lost, "WHAT? LYING? WHAT? WHO'S CHEATING? CHEATING HOW? FUCKING.....? MY GOD YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND!"
"I see the guilt all over your face Bosco, and I will show you who the 'real man' is, who 'loves you for you' and isn't just using you, trying to take you away from me," Vinny reaches for him, pulling him to him.
Bosco shrinking back now, real fear knawing at him, thinking, 'Oh my god, he's serious! Shit, what happened to him?' Vinny's words sink in, Bosco pale now, trying to understand what's happened to his partner, "REAL MAN? WHAT THE FUCK?"
As Vinny starts to unbuckle Bosco's belt, Bosco yells, "WHAT? NO, DON'T! STOP IT! VINNY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? DON'T DO THIS! COME ON MAN, STOP, OKAY? DON'T DO THIS!"
Vinny, pulls the belt loose, unbuttoning Bosco's jeans, pulling on them, Bosco screaming now, "STOP IT! LET ME GO! STOP!!! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? I SAID STTOOPPPP!!" Trying to sit up, twisting away from Vinny's hands, to no effect. Vinny pulls his pants down, despite his desperate efforts to stop him. Bosco realizing his shoes are off, as Vinny pulls the pants free of him begins to fight him in earnest. Vinny releases him, shoving him for the moment to the side, to remove his own pants.
Falling back toward the door again Bosco throws his feet up attempting to kick him. He connects sharply with Vinnys arm, then chest. Bosco continues kicking him, but he's still feeling the drug he now knows Vinny must have given him, and he's too uncoordinated to really hurt him, 'I've got to get out of here, what the hell did he give me?' Vinny shows little reaction except to grab his leg. Reaching out he punches Bosco in the chest.
"OOOFFFfffff," his breath knocked from him, he continues to fight him. Vinny again punches him, this time in the side of the head, stunning him. Nearly off the seat from the blow to the head, his chest and head near the bottom of the door, Bosco pleads with him, shaken to his soul, "Vinny please don't do this, lets just go okay, pretend it never happened," he takes a deep breath, trying to talk him out of this madness.
Reaching for him now, Vinny yanks him back up, pulling him down onto the leather seat next to him, holding him. Sliding his hand down the front of his boxers, grasping him, "Oh my god, you feel sooo good, just like after the game. You felt so sweet while I jerked off, you were so innocent looking, asleep like that. Hair all damp and curly, skin so soft." At his touch Bosco stiffens in his arms, terrified, sick to his stomach as he realizes what Vinny is saying.
"YOU SICK BASTARD!!!" he screams as Vinny pulls at him, strokes him, "SON-OF-A-BITCH! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME!"
In a complete panic now, Bosco rears sideways and upward with his head, slamming Vinny's nose, attempting to yank away. Blood flowing down into his mouth, Vinny releases him again.
Screaming in pain, Vinny punches him in his back as Bosco tries to move away from him, "YOU LITTLE FUCKING PRICK," wipes the blood from his mouth and nose, punching him again in the back of the head. Bosco falls onto the back of the front seat.
Forcing himself to calm down, still breathing heavily, "Get back over here," Vinny says gruffly to him, "we are just getting started." Grabbing the back of his shirt, yanking on it causing the buttons to fly off, slides it harshly downward off his shoulders, trying to pull it from him, stopped by the handcuffs, he moves to Bosco's undershirt. With both hands ripping it down the back, pulling it to join the overshirt.
His shirts hang from his wrists kept on by the cuffs,"Now that won't be a problem will it?" Vinny says laughing, "No, I can work with that", he rips the overshirt down the middle, "Opps got to get those cuffs off now don't we, oh and Bosco, I love a good fight, gets me hotter, so go ahead, fight me baby."
Vinny pulls the key from his pocket, unlocking one of the cuffs removing it from Bosco's wrist. He pulls the shirts from him dropping them to the floor, and makes the mistake of releasing Bosco when he does it.
Instantly Bosco shoves him hard away, flinging himself to the door, he unlocks it, slamming it open, Vinny reaches for him, but Bosco is gone, running full speed across the dark parking lot.
Vinny follows him, knowing that Bosco cannot outrun him, not without shoes and maybe not even with them. Vinny is faster, but his prey is desperate.
Running with difficulty Bosco's feet are already hurting from the cold pavement under them, sharp rocks and bits of debris cut into him. Breath catching from the cold air, he quickly realizes he won't outrun Vinny in a foot race. They have chased too many perps in the last few months both as a team and before for him to think he is faster, so instead of running for the highway in the distance, Bosco makes for the warehouse. He stumbles once then twice as the drugs that Vinny dosed him with make themselves known again, but he manages to reach the warehouse door.
"Please, please be open," he begs, planning on hiding inside, knowing that Vinny will have a harder time finding him in here, plus there may be something he can defend himself with. He knows that in a hand to hand fight, he will lose. Watching Vinny beat the crap out of a few of the perps who'd given him a hard time had taught him that. Plus with the blows he'd already received, he had no desire to continue being hit by him, especially if Vinny decided to really hurt him.
Grabbing the door, yanking on it, "NOOO," he shouts, as he finds it locked. Running down the side of the building now, trying to find another way in, he turns to see Vinny isn't following him. Vinny is mearly standing a few yards away, watching him. Fear takes over as he realizes Vinny is in no hurry, as now slowly, carefully Vinny begins to approach him.
Walking, keeping his pace deliberate but cautious in his appoach, Vinny smiles to himself, he already knows this area, knows Bosco won't find help here. Or a way in. "Where you going my little man? You know you can't outrun me, even on a good day. So stop fucking around and COME HERE!"
"FUCK YOU YOU CRAZY BASTARD!" Bosco shouts as he turns, runs again, this time though as he finally reaches the corner of the building about to go around it, he hears Vinny coming for him, moving fast. His heart pounding in his chest he runs faster, only to be slammed from behind as he tries to cut around the corner. His face and chest crushed against the building as Vinny pins him.
"AAAGGHHH" a scream erupts from him as the sharp icy metal of the wall brushburns his skin. Vinny grabs him by his hair and shoulder, spinning him around to face him.
Yanking his head backwards, Vinny grabs Bosco's right hand which he has brought up to fight him with, his left grabbing Vinnys right arm in an attempt to break his hold. In a control pinch, Vinny slowly, in a struggle of their strengths and determinations brings Bosco's right hand back down, around, then forces it up behind his back, holding him up against him, yanking up several times to send his message of superior strength home.
Bosco pauses in his struggle, the pain in his arm causing him to stop fighting. He is shaking both from the cold as well as fear as he realizes he is no match for the much larger man.
Bosco writhes in pain, as Vinny smirks, "Now you went an pissed me off, but, I'll give you another chance. Come here love." Violently pulling him up to him, Vinny bends his head down kissing him hard on the mouth, Bosco cannot turn his head from the grip Vinny has on his hair.
"MMMUUUMMUUUUMMMM" he fights him, his mouth and lips clenched shut as Vinny tries to enter his mouth. Lifting his head, Vinny smirks, "Oh you will give in, I promise you that love, sooner than you think!"
Gasping, disgust on his face, "FUCK YOU!" Bosco screams in his face, fury overtaking him as he spits at him.
Wiping his face on his shoulder, Vinny grins down at him, pulling harder on his hair, his neck stretched out further, Vinny again drops his head, this time his mouth on Bosco's neck, his tongue licking from his collar bone up slowly, upwards to his mouth again, he feels Bosco shudder, crying out for him to stop.
"Oh baby, I'll stop, but not for a long while from now," quickly turning bringing Bosco with him, Vinny again spins him around, this time to face away, his wrist held high on his back, his hair still gripped. He begins to walk him to the car again.
Fighting him, knowing what is coming, Bosco tries to drop away from him, his arm feeling like it is breaking at the shoulder. Vinny tightens his grip on his hair yanking hard, "STOP FIGHTING ME DAMM IT! IT WON'T CHANGE MY MIND! YOU HAVE TEASED ME LONG ENOUGH BOSCO, STOP IT!"
Reaching the car, Bosco as Vinny tries to push him into the back seat, attempts to escape, this time dropping down to the ground as Vinny releases him. "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Vinny yells as Bosco tries to get around him, grabbing him as he reaches the rear of the trunk Vinny throws him over the back of the car, with himself over Bosco, pinning him with his body.
Anger now his driving force, Vinny, as Bosco pleads with him, "NOOOOO, GOD PLEASE NOOO!!" grabs his boxers, ripping them from him, he grabs his hands again, this time replacing the cuff on Bosco's wrist. His hands now behind him, Vinny's weight on him, Bosco is helpless to prevent him from taking him. But instead, as Bosco continues to beg for him to stop, the ice cold of the car biting into his naked flesh, Vinny backs off. Yanking him up again, spinning him around, punching him in the face, stunning him. Vinny moves him to the open door, throwing him headfirst into the backseat of the Lincoln.
Climbing in quickly after him, Vinny slams the door shut, locking it again. Quickly stripping his own jeans off, as well as his boxers, Vinny takes no time to remove his shirts, knowing now that Bosco will fight him this night. Bosco pushes himself off of the seat, sitting on the floor facing Vinny, his breaths ragged as he watches him strip, cringing away, pleading with him to stop as he sees him coming for him again. "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOO," he begs in vain as Vinny snatches him off the floor, throwing him onto the seat beside him. Again Bosco pulls away falling to the door. Slapping him in the back of the head, Vinny stops him again.
Moving around him he sits Bosco up, then pushes him sideways as he grabs his legs moving him further down on the seat. Pulling Bosco's legs completely around, moving him face down onto the seat. Vinny easily accomplishes this as Bosco stunned, feeling the returning effects of the drug, has no choice but to allow him to do so. His cuffed hands keeping him from bracing himself, he yells in pain again as his head hits the door handle, he is still for a moment, fighting the blackness attempting to take over, trying to think of another way out of this.
Vinny pulls him to him, lays fully on top of him, pinning him to the seat, "NOOOOOOOOO," Bosco screams as he realizes Vinny is hard, pressing into him.
"Oh not yet, Bosco my love, not yet," Vinny reaches his hand down, moving his own body to the side slightly, his hips and legs on the seat, he wraps his legs around Bosco's to keep him still as he continues to pin his upper body to the seat with his own. Vinny slides his hand down the side of Bosco's hip reaching down cupping Bosco's ass cheek, gripping him.
Bosco rears his head back again, hitting him in the mouth, this time only a glancing blow as Vinny sensing what he was doing slips sideways away from the headbutt, "AAAAAAHHHHH YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Vinny sits up, releasing his chest a moment, punching him swiftly in his right eye, where the stitches still are.
"AAHHHHHHEEEEEEE" Bosco screams in pain, and Vinny takes the advantage again, slamming Bosco's head against the door frame, Bosco again goes limp, stunned. "YOU KEEP THIS UP AND YOU WON'T GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE YOU LITTLE SON-OF-A-BITCH," screams Vinny, "IF YOU WANT TO WAKE UP TOMORROW YOU WILL COOPERATE!"
Vinny again drops onto Bosco's back, grabbing him by the throat with his right hand, squeezing to show him that he's not kidding around, putting his full weight on his back, causing him to cry out. "Oh, this has been so worth the wait, oh my, I love your tight little ass," Vinny groans as using his left hand he moves his hand back down squeezing him again.
"No, please, Vinny don't" his strangled crys only pushing Vinny further, "I can't do this, please," as Vinny tightens his hand, he begins to realize he's not getting air, gasps, "I, I, I ca, bre..."
Bosco trys to buck him off, but Vinny is too heavy, he tries to get his knees under him, but Vinny stops that with a comment, "That's right, make it easy for me, I knew you would come around baby."
"ca bre," Bosco pleads with him, as he quickly lies flat again, "Vi, plea......"
"Are you begging me now?" Vinny whispers to him, his mouth on Bosco's neck, as he licks and sucks on his neck and shoulder, his hand tighting more on Bosco's neck, "Are you asking me please?"
"Ye" Bosco his chest burning nods, gasping, "pleas...."
"GOOD, YOU'RE LEARNING THE RULES!" Vinny releases his throat, and moves off him, allowing him to recover.
Gasping for air, his face on the cold leather seat, the air of the car having become quickly overheated from the running engine, the heater and the struggle within. Bosco his voice hoarse now tries again, "Plea, let me go, Vin..."
"Yes, that's it, beg me. Only I'm not letting you go, and you know it," Vinny places his forearm across Bosco's shoulders, to place distance between their heads in case Bosco isn't yet 'submissive', pinning him again, "this time it's not going to stop, so enjoy it, I am." He moves lower, "I am soo turned on, I almost don't want to wait, but, I will. You need time," he slides his hand down, working it around to the front, pulling his hip upward forcing him onto his side grabbing him, stroking him, "You're going to cum for me, I want you to enjoy this, too."
"Vinny," Bosco tried again to reason with him, 'He's gone insane, he thinks I'm gay? Got to make him understand, oh my god, he's touching my... "I'm not gay, and even if I was, this is rape, and I'll never ENJOY IT! So, get your fucking hand off me, and LET ME UP YOU FAG..." realizing he's losing control again, stopping before he sets Vinny off again.
"OH Bosco," Vinny laughs, "I'm not GAY, I only want you, I love only you."
"OH my god," Bosco cries out, begging now in his thoughts, 'Did Ty see us leave, did he? Did he get there before we left? Please let him have seen, please somebody help me....' , his spoken voice ragged, "LET ME go please. Look you know Ty was coming, what if he saw you before you took me out of there? You know he won't just let it go, he's going to check on me!"
Vinny is moving down his back, trailing kisses and licks, stopping at his bruise from the Saturday of the game, "Poor baby, that mean man hurt you, let me make it better. Oh and I wouldn't worry about Ty Davis if I were you, I took care of him in the locker room, he won't be bothering us, and he won't be calling you again, cause I turned your phone off in the resturant. So, Love it is just the two of us from now on!"
"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? DID YOU HURT...." his words cut off as he realizes Vinny is trying to force his fingers between his ass cheeks, "NO, NO, DON'T..." Forcing them apart, Vinny pushing him back down flat to the seat as he forces his index finger into him. Bosco screams in pain as he tries to prevent his entry, "NOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO, STOPPPP ITTTTTT, OH GOOOGGGGGGGDDDDDD!"
"SHUSH," Vinny soothes him, "Don't fight it, it only makes it worse. Your little pussy is sooo tight! I didn't expect that, for you to be innocent, a virgin!"
Forcing yet another finger inside him, as Bosco screaming feeling himself tear, "AAANNOOO" tries to prevent him from doing this to him, Vinny exclaiming, "Don't fight me, I can make it worse! RELAX! Damn, you are a fighter aren't you? I fucking love that! Makes me harder for you!"
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! STOPP ITTT! LETTT MEE GOOO! PLEASE STOPPP!!" Bosco is begging, unable to control the situation, and unwilling to concede to Vinny's desires, he attempts now in desperation to twist away, to no avail.
Pulling his fingers out,"You better be ready now, I can't wait any longer," Vinny moves over him, grabbing him by his waist, pulling him up to him, "It's going to be soooo good, you'll see."
Bosco gets his knees up under him, and throws himself forward, "PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he screams over and over, against the passenger side window, "PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE, SOMEBODY...." Grabbing him by the back of his neck, Vinny slams his head against the glass of the side window, blood smearing the glass from his split lip, the stitches on his cheek again open.
For a moment, Bosco sees stars. Taking a deep breath, fighting the pain, he shakes his head again, trying to clear it.
Vinny tries to pull him to him. In desperation, Bosco throws himself back again, striking Vinny in the cheek with his head.
"YOU SHIT!" Vinny howls in pain, grabbing at his face, Bosco rears back again, trying to turn on his knees to get his back to the door. Vinny knows he's trying to escape, and starts to laugh through the pain, "I am soo going to enjoy this, and so are you.....time to stop playing hard to get, Bosco!"
Grabbing him by his waist, Vinny throws him over the rear of the backseat, pinning him down. Positioning his erection against Bosco, using his free hand to guide himself, driving himself inside him. "NNNNNNOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGG!" Bosco is screaming in agony, the tearing burning sensations increasing as Vinny shoves into him. Holding Bosco's head down against the seat with his forearm, he bites him hard on the shoulder, tasting blood. Vinny drives harder into him, his excitement mounting, as Bosco's desperate fight against him increases.
"AAAAAEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHEE!" Bosco is blinded by pain, screaming as Vinny continues to force his entry, "OOOHHHHGGGOOOODDDD SSSTOOOOPPPP!! YOUR RIPPING ME APART!"
"THAT WAS YOUR DECISION! I TRIED TO MAKE IT EASY FOR YOU! YOU DID THIS!! NOW SHUT UP AND ENJOY IT!" Vinny raged, he pushes his face down into Bosco's hair, holding his hip now as he rams harder into him.
Bosco fights him to try to throw him off, Vinny releasing his grip on Bosco's hip raises his elbow, slamming it down on Bosco's shoulder. Crying out again, "AAAAAAAAGGGGHH!" Vinny raising his elbow again, drives it down into his side, screaming at him, "YOU HAD TO MAKE ME HURT YOU DIDN'T YOU! I DIDN'T WANT IT TO BE LIKE THIS! I WANTED TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU! YOU CHOOSE THIS, REMEMBER THAT!" He slams his elbow again into his side, then punches him in the back again.
Vinny pauses as Bosco arches back against him with the blows, then falls forward to lay limp against the seat. For Bosco now pain is the only thing his mind is registering. The act of violent rape combining with what Vinny was now inflicting on him. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"he cries out, weakened his body racked by pain from the beating, as his mind becomes unfocused from the agony he is experiencing.
"Oh Bosco," Vinny is at once contrite, "I'm so sorry, please, I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you..."he is caressing his hair, and kissing his shoulder where he'd only seconds ago, bitten, and elbowed him, "let me make it better."
Blindly throwing himself to the side in an attempt to escape, Bosco falls only to the window which is inches away from them. Vinny moves to stop him, pressing Bosco's face now against the side window, pushing himself further into him. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere," pinning him now, his own face on Bosco's, saying, "AND OH YES LOVE, I'm going to finish this," his hot breath, stinking of beer fogging up the window. Joining the mist growing from Bosco's pain filled screams of agony as Vinny yanks up on his bound arms to control him further, joining with the fog created by the heater of the car.
"You're suppose to be my friend, my partner...." Bosco gasps, his words broken, as hot tears fill his eyes.
"I am, Bosco, I am," Vinny coos to him, he easily lifts him, moving him back over the rear seat, pinning him against it again, he begins to move, forcing himself deeper with each thrust.
"Oh man, you are soooo tight, I knew it would be good, are you enjoying it? OHHHH, say my name Bosco, please?" Vinny's delusions are complete in his belief that Bosco wants this also, "Oh love you feel soooo good!"
Bosco stops struggling, realizing he's not stopping this. Only causing himself more pain, more damage by fighting against him. Eyes on the distant road, barely seen through the fogged rear window, he can see the lights of cars passing, but knows they haven't heard his pleas for help. No one has. Bloodied face a mask of pain, his eyes spilling tears of shame down bruised cheeks, legs shaking with the agony of the rape being inflicted upon him, he cannot understand how he came to be in this place. His face still held to the cold seatback, he closes his eyes praying for this nightmare to end, to wake up from this terror, safe in his own bed.
But it is not to be. This terror is in fact only just beginning.
"This isn't real," he sobs, the drugs further lowering his ability to focus, "this isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real...."
"Oh yes, it is, this is sooo real," Vinny moans, his mouth on the side of Bosco's face.
Seeing that Bosco, still mumbling to himself, soft screams of pain escaping him as Vinny thrusts, has closed his eyes against him. Vinny grabs his face, squeezing hard.
"OPEN YOUR EYES! DON'T YOU DARE PASS OUT!!! I want you to see me!"Vinny rages at him, "OPEN THEM or I'll hurt you so bad your mother WON'T KNOW YOU!"
Bosco opens his eyes, shaking now in fear knowing Vinny will make good on his threats, wondering 'WHY DIDN'T I LISTEN, WHY DIDN'T I BELIEVE THEM? DID I DO SOMETHING TO MAKE HIM THINK I WANTED THIS? PLEASE GOD DON'T LET ANYBODY SEE.....'
"Good, oh yes, oh Bosco, you feel soo good," Vinny moaned, "Oh Bosco, I can't hold back, I'm cumming," as he drove himself deeper, Bosco went limp, his head down on the seat back, feeling Vinny's release, giving up completely, knowing there was no way back now, it was done.
"OH YES BABY YES!" Vinny cried out as he climaxed inside him. Moments later, he lay on him, sweating with his exertions. Kissing him hard on the side of the face, "Damn that was the best ever! You are soo fucking tight! I love that, me being your first!"
Finished, he moved out of him, sitting on the seat near him. Reaching down he grabbed his boxers, wiping the blood from the rape off of himself.
Bosco slid down the rear of the seat, knees under him, his face, turned away from his rapist, pressed tightly against the seatback, sobbing.
Folding into himself, his sobs barely heard over Vinny's loud breathing, as trying in vain to deny what had just happened to him, he again felt Vinny's hands on him.
"OH baby, don't cry," Vinny exclaimed in concern, "It's okay," he pulled him into his arms, "I promise you, the first time is the hardest, it won't be like that again."
Vinny reached down onto the floor, removing the handcuff key from his jeans pocket. Sitting back unlocking the cuffs, he released him. "I don't think we need these anymore? Do you?" he cooed. Bringing his hands around, Vinny began to massage his arms and shoulder.
Bosco, becoming instantly enraged, stiffened in his arms, rearing up, slamming his head into the side of Vinny's jaw. Vinny feeling him go rigid moved his head, and it was only a glancing blow. Now he was pissed off again.
Bosco though just as pissed, more so even, grabbed Vinny by the throat with both hands, squeezing as hard as he could. The numbness in his shoulders, his swollen hands, the drugs still working on him, made it difficult. Vinny had no trouble pulling him off. Bosco was screaming, "I'LL KILL YOU! YOU BASTARD, I'LL KILL YOU!"
"NO YOU WON'T," Vinny replied coldly, punching him in the face. Falling off the seat, tasting fresh blood as his lip further splits, he lay on the floor wondering, 'how the hell did this happen, how I could have been so blind'.
Vinny not wanting to knock him out, just to control him, had pulled his punch. "No you won't. And you are going to be taught just how much you won't kill me. You're going to be taught you have no control. I have the control Bosco, see I know something you don't, I know that....well, let me show you!"
Lifting him once again from the floor, Vinny grabbed him by his shoulders, forcing him down again on the seat, face up this time, pinning his hands above him, he punches him in the stomach to control him as Bosco tries to knee him. Again, his breath forced from him, "AAAAGGGGHHHHH," Bosco bends his legs to his stomach, his fight halted as he tries to catch his breath.
"I'm trying to be nice...why are you being so mean..."Vinny panted.
Vinny grabbed the cuffs again, as Bosco gasped trying to breathe. Quickly cuffing his hands again behind his back. Stretching him out on his back on the seat as Bosco tried to curl up, Vinny forced him flat.
"You can take a punch though can't you," he commented, as Bosco began to fight with him again, "But with these drugs, you have no real fight in you, haven't you realized that? You're weak, no ability to resist. Not the same as when you're 'in control' is it? Not like out there on the streets, see, I'm in control here. You will learn that and you will do what you are told, or else your world is going to be nothing but pain from here on out Bosco."
Lifting Bosco's legs by the insides of his knees, he pushes them apart, dropping his right leg off the seat, holding his left against the seatback, "But, it doesn't have to be that way. Cooperate, and you will know nothing but pleasure, that I promise, and hey let me show you something? See I know what you do have in you, how you really want it. I'm going to show you, see, the body wants what the body wants, the mind has no control over that, especially with the drugs I've given you tonight, nice little cocktail I mixed just for you, little recipe I learned at my fathers knee....and soon enough, your mind will follow. I know your heart already has, you just need to let it show."
Bosco tried to fight him, as Vinny pinned his legs out to each side, showing him the truth in his words about the weakness now. Vinny moved his own body down, until he was laying on the seat, his head between Bosco's legs. Looking up right before he took him into his mouth, said, "You're going to love this, and you're going to beg me for more," holding Bosco's penis in his hand, he dropped his mouth down. Vinny began to suck on him.
Bosco began screaming, "NOOOOOO, PLEASE, I'M SORRY, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE NOOOOOO!"
To his complete horror, Vinny removing his hand from him, reached up his chest with both hands, grabbing, pinching his nipples. To his shame, he felt his stiffening, the shock of the truth of some of Vinny's 'promises' bringing themselves home, as his body influenced by the 'chemical high' Vinny had induced in his senses gave Vinny what he wanted. Bosco had no control over his body's reactions, he was again lost in betrayal, only this time it was his own body betraying him.
"PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE..." Bosco begged him, "STOP! Don't make me do this, please...." mentally pleading, 'I want to die, please just let me die, just let me pass out, please,....'
"You're begging?" Vinny lifted his head, "But you're so enjoying this, so, no I don't think I will...." he lowered his head again, this time using a hand to 'help' things along.
Soon enough to Bosco's complete horror, Vinny got what he wanted. Bosco bit into his own lip drawing blood in his struggles not to let go, moaning. Curving upward, his hips and body tensed, he cried out, unable to control his own body, unable to stop the orgasm that took him over. Finally when it was over, Vinny got off him. Sitting up wiping his mouth, a smile of satisfaction on his face, "I told you you would like it."
Bosco lay there, no longer fighting, no longer in the car, his eyes unfocused, staring at the felt on the ceiling of the car. Mind raw, numb, racing at the same time. Disconnected now from what has happened to him. Unable to accept what has happened this night, the minutes, hours unknown that have passed, some part of him wondering 'What time is it? I'm going to be late for work. Need to call ma, tell her I can't be there for lunch, late again, she's going to be mad' .
Drifting now, the drugs combining with the injury, shock, beginning to make themselves known yet again.
Vinny moves over him again, for a moment he's back, in the car, terrified, 'What? Noooooo' and he stiffens, crying out, "NNNNOOOOOO', thinking that Vinny will want the same from him, as he'd just done to him, but Vinny has other plans.
"Poor baby, don't worry, I won't ask you for that, yet, you do have teeth," he laughingly whispers to him, "I just want to see your face when I fuck you this time, that was so hot watching you, you have no idea! I'm already hard for you again!" Vinny forces his way again inside him, as he moves his face over Bosco's to kiss him.
Bosco looking at him now, cries out in renewed pain from the tearing burning agony being again inflicted on him, his voice hoarse, choked, "You are supposed to be my partner," his voice filled with sorrow and loss, "You were suppose to be my friend, I trusted you, how could you do this?"
"Because I love you," Vinny groans as he runs his tounge over Bosco's lips, "Because I love you. And you CAN trust me, you just have to play by my rules, and I won't ever break your trust, you have to know that already."
Lifting himself up, reaching under Bosco hips, pulling him up to him, he drops his face to the top of Bosco's head burying his mouth in his hair, biting and pulling the strands as moving in slow rhythm his cries of ecstasy fill the dark car.
Bosco lay there, no longer asking to be freed, no longer begging for mercy; turning his head he lay staring out the window at the dimmed darkness beyond the fog, waiting, his body limp.
Bleeding, racked with pains from the beating, the rape, his mind drifting, he allowed Vinny to completely take over.
He was praying that Vinny, having broken his trust, would not now take his life.
A moment later, Bosco prayed that he would.
Allowing his mind to take him from this place of horrors, he waited for this madness to end, or the end to come.
TBC....