The Trolley Cops

Part 1

The following story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is strictly coincidental.  Please read no further if you are underage or are offended by explicit sexual stories.

Michael Sotello and Luis Fritelli were best friends.  Ever since Luis had moved to San Diego from the Bronx six years ago, at the beginning of his sophomore year, the two had been thick as thieves.  They were roommates, hung out a lot outside of work, double-dated, worked out at the same gym, and even worked together.  They were both transit officers on the local transit system.  Trolley cops, complete with uniforms and guns.

As trolley cops they took a lot of shit from the punks and gang-bangers who tried to ride for free and constantly gave attitude.  The worst part was, they knew most of the guys, having gone to high school with some of them (well, those who hadn’t dropped out) and knew they were trouble even back then.  As luck would have it, though, Luis and Michael were usually paired on the same shift so they knew most of the same scum.

Michael and Luis were pretty similar in height and build, about 6’1, 195 pounds and gorgeous.  But that’s where the similarity ended.  Michael had dirty blond hair with blue eyes while Luis had dark brown hair and eyes.  They both kept their hair cut short with the latest look.  Even though Luis hadn’t lived in New York for six years, he still had a pretty thick New York accent.  Kind of like the stereotypical New York Italian you seen on TV and in the movies.  Michael, on the other hand, was more soft spoken, but tough nevertheless.

It was about 2:30 a.m. and Michael and Luis were just getting off work.  It’d been a tough night.  Rico and some of his crew had been riding earlier and had really riled up the two guys.  They were still talking about it as they walked across the parking lot to Michael’s truck.

“Fuckin’ punks,” Luis said, shaking his head.  “When is that asshole gonna grow up and get a life?”

“Seriously,” Michael replied.  “What a loser.  I mean, you can’t go through your whole life acting like you’re still in high school.”

“Dude, why do you always park way out in BFE?” Luis asked, annoyed at the long hike to Michael’s truck.

Michael shook his head and gave an exasperated sigh, as if he’d already explained the same thing a thousand times.  “I told you, it’s new and I don’t want one of these idiots dinging it.  It’s not that far.”

“It’s not like there’s anybody out here, man.  I mean, the place is totally deserted,” Luis said as he continued walking.  “And what’s up with the lights out here?” he asked, looking up.  “Most of ‘em are burned out.”

Michael looked up, too.  “They’re not burned out.  Someone shot them out or busted ‘em with rocks.  Punks.”  He shook his head.

“Who’s that next to your truck?” Luis asked, pointing to a beat-up black van parked way too close to Michael’s truck.

“Shit,” Michael said.  “The fuckin’ lot’s totally open and some asshole has to park right next to me.  How stupid are people?”

They reached Michael’s truck and saw that there was barely enough room for him to squeeze between.  He fished his keys from his pocket and clicked off the alarm as he turned and slid between the two vehicles, his arms over his head.  Michael stood and waited.

Just as Michael was about to insert the key into the lock he heard a slight click and felt a rush as the van door quickly slid open.  Before he could react he was grabbed from behind, a big arm encircling his waist, pulling him back into the van.  His flailing arms and legs were grabbed and pinned down.  He started to yell and curse but a strong hand covered his mouth.  Another hand thrust a soft, sweet-smelling cloth to his nose.  The cloth had been doused with chloroform.  Michael tried to turn his head but it was held tightly into place.  He had no choice but to inhale the drugging fumes.  He tried to hold his breath but couldn’t.  His head was already feeling light and there was a noise in his ears, like the pounding surf, getting louder and louder.

As Michael was grabbed, Luis reacted, leaping forward to his friend’s rescue.  His hand immediately went to his holster before he remembered that they were required to check out their weapons when their shift as over.  He still rushed the van but stopped short when he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel against his left temple.

“I wouldn’t move, Luis,” a voice said.  Luis recognized Rico’s voice and from the corner of his eye he could see the Latino thug and some of his gang.  “Put your hands out where we can see ‘em.”

Luis obeyed, craning his neck to try to see what was happening to Michael.  He could see several guys holding his friend down and a white cloth over his face.  Luis figured it was probably chloroform.  He grimaced and visibly recoiled as he watched the guys grope Michael’s crotch.

“Like what you see, Luis?” Rico asked, a tone of glee in his voice.  He ran his hand up Luis’ chest.

“Fuck off, you faggot spic,” Luis snarled, slapping Rico’s hand away.

Rico smacked Luis’ temple with the gun.  “I think Luis here needs to be taught a lesson.  Come here, boys.”

Two of Rico’s friends, Tony and Rafael approached.  “Go get the chloroform from Martin,” he said.  “I think it’s time for Luis to take a nap.”

Luis wanted to say something but knew better.  He had been looking in the van the whole time, keeping track of what was happening to his best friend.  It didn’t appear as though Michael was completely knocked out... it was like he was being kept just at the edge of consciousness.  Toyed with.  His shirt and t-shirt had been taken off him and the guys were now lowering his pants.  Luis turned his head in disgust.

“What’s the matter, Luis?” Rico asked, waving the gun.  “I thought you liked what you saw.  Maybe you’ll like it better when it’s happening to you.”

“Fuck off,” Luis muttered, clenching every muscle in his body.

The van’s engine turned over and it backed up.  Michael was now stripped down to just his white Fruit of the Loom underwear and some fucker was in there slowly jerking him through his briefs, trying to make him hard.  Luis felt a pair of hands grab his arms and saw the white cloth being pressed to his nose.

“Mmmppphhhh...” he moaned as he tried to struggle.  But the guys holding him were too strong.  He felt himself being pushed toward the van and he continued to struggle, but the chloroform was slowly beginning to take effect.  As he began to drift in and out he felt hands begin to grope and grab his crotch and ass, the way he’d seen them do to Michael.  He was helpless to fight back.  Oh shit, what the fuck was happening?  He felt his fly being unzipped and a hand reaching in, tightly squeezing his balls.  He tried to twist his body, buck away, but the smell.   The sweet, sweet smell... The sweet smell that was carrying him away... making him float and drift...  His eyes rolled up into forehead.  He was almost out.

“Oh yeah, Luis baby,” Rico cooed.  “Breathe it in boy, that’s right...”  The chloroformed cloth was pulled away just enough so Luis could get some fresh air.  He felt himself gaining a little of his strength back.  But Rico was smart... he kept dosing Luis with just enough to keep him all fuzzy and fucked up.

Luis’ head was spinning and he was feeling all warm, but he still knew what was going on.  Right there, in the deserted parking lot, he was being stripped.  Like Michael his shirt and t-shirt were ripped from his body and he felt his belt buckle being undone.  Then he felt Rico’s firm hand unbutton his pants and unzip him.

“Oh, Luis, Luis, Luis,” Rico said, remarking on the Italian stud’s tightly packed white briefs and lightly running his hand over the bulge.  “Tighty whities?  Look guys, just like Mikey.  What, do the two of you boys go shopping together?  Get dressed together?”

“Fuck yooooou...” Luis slurred, his mind fogged with chloroform.  He could barely keep his eyes open and needed assistance to stand.

“Let’s get these pants off you, Luis,” Rico said, lowering Luis’ tight blue uniform pants over his muscled legs.  The white of his briefs stood out nicely against his tanned legs.  Rico slipped his shoes off and helped the dazed stud to step out of his pants.  Luis noticed bright flashed of light all around him.  Someone was taking pictures.  The cloth was taken away from his face for a few seconds and he gulped down the fresh air.

“Feel better, buddy?” Rico asked.

Luis was wearing nothing but his white Hanes briefs and was stumbling around the parking lot like a drunk, trying like hell to keep his balance.  Rico and the guys just laughed and laughed as they snapped picture after picture of the amazingly hot, nearly naked stud.

“Come on, guys,” Rico said, taking Luis by the arm and sitting him on the tailgate of Michael’s truck.  “I think it’s time to say good night, Luis.  But wait.  Guys, get Mikey.”

Rafael and Tony pulled Michael out of the van and to his feet and dragged him over to the truck bed.  Like Luis, Michael had been kept spinning in a chloroform daze while the boys whored him out.  Rico sat the two studs next to each other and leaned their heads on each other’s shoulders.  Then he put their hands on each other’s crotches and held them together as a series of pictures were taken.

“Gawd, these fuckers are hot,” he said, giving them each a kiss on the forehead.  “I checked their schedules.  They have the next three days off.  I say we take ‘em home and play for a bit.”  Tony handed him the bottle of chloroform and two rags.  Rico doused the cloths and held them to the guys’ faces until they passed out.

Tony gathered up Luis’ discarded clothes while Rafael and Rico bundled the near-naked hotties into the van.  As they drove away, Tony got into Michael’s truck and followed them.

Michael found himself coming to in a sparsely furnished room, bright sunlight streaming through curtainless windows.  He was on a bed with no blankets, entwined in Luis’ arms.  They were both wearing only underwear.  Exposed.  He heard a noise like a chair scraping and looked up.  All around the bed there were folding chairs set up.  Eight guys were sitting there, staring at him and Luis.  Some had cameras and two held video cameras, filming everything.  Michael felt something and realized that Luis was beginning to stir.

“What the fuck....?  Where...?” Luis started to say, realizing he was still holding Michael.  He suddenly remembered what had happened to him and Michael.  “Oh shit... Michael...”

“Oh shit, Michael,” Rico repeated, in a mocking voice.  “You boys look so cute like that.”

“What are you gonna do with us?” Luis asked as he and Michael looked around for something to cover their nearly naked bodies.  There was nothing so they just sat there, hunched over and covering themselves. 

“Why so modest?” Rico asked.  “You guys wanna see some of the pictures we shot of you last night?”  He tossed stacks of pictures at them.  They had been uploaded from the video cameras and printed on photo paper.  They showed Michael and Luis, alone and together, in regular and lewd poses, even sitting posed on Rico’s lap.  Luis angrily crumpled them and tossed them away.

“Fuckers,” he spat, itching for a fight.

“I’m hungry,” Rico said, changing the subject.  He knew he had the upper hand anyway.  Who the fuck cared what Luis Fritelli said anyway?  “Where’s Martin with our breakfast?”  No sooner had he completed the sentence when Martin walked in, laden with several McDonald’s bags.  “Mmmm.... I’m starved.”  He looked over at Luis and Michael.  “You guys hungry?”

They reluctantly nodded.  Rico pulled out a couple of Egg McMuffins and hash browns and tossed them to them.  “Did you get them any juice?” he asked Martin.

“Yeah,” Martin replied, opening a separate bag.  “It’s right here.”  He handed the cups to Rico who handed them to Luis and Michael.

“Drink up boys,” he said, as the guys hungrily wolfed down the food.  The greedily slurped the juice through the straws.

Michael’s face screwed up.  “Is there vodka in this?” he asked.  “What the hell are you doing?  It’s morning.”

“Shut up and drink it.  Or you can starve,” Rico said impatiently.  Michael shrugged his shoulder and continued eating and drinking.  Luis had never stopped and was nearly finished.

“By the way, I didn’t hear you complaining last night?” Rico said, a sly look on his face.

“Whaddaya mean last night?” Luis said, looking up.

“Today’s Sunday, moron,” Rico said.  “You’ve been here since Friday night.”

Luis and Michael looked at each other.  What the hell was Rico talking about?  Had they lost an entire day?

”I see you two rocket scientists are puzzled,” Rico laughed.  “If you want, I’ll show you the video.”

“Video?” Michael asked, his body tensing.

“Oh yeah,” Rico replied.  “You boys were having fun last night.  I take it you don’t remember bouncing on my knee.  And on Martin’s knee.  And on Tony’s knee....”

“No fuckin’ way,” Luis said.  “I woulda remembered doing something faggy like that.”

“Really?” Rico asked.  “Howya feeling right about now?  Dizzy?  Woozy?”

“What are you talking about?” Michael asked.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Rico said.  “That little sip of beer I gave you yesterday morning?  And again yesterday afternoon and last night?  Haven’t you ever heard of GHB?  Date rape drug?  Geez, you two are stupid.  You just finished up another batch.  In your juice.”

What Michael and Luis didn’t know was that in addition to slipping the guys GHB, he had Martin put some ground up Viagra into their juice.  In a few minutes Luis and Michael were gonna be as hot and horny and out of control as they were yesterday.  Just like Rico liked them.  Martin recalled the conversation he’d had earlier with Rico.

“Just do it, Martin,” Rico had ordered.  “You know I like my boys a little fucked up.  Loopy.  Not all there.  Remember that frat guy last Spring Break?  Damon?  We gave him a little GHB and made him a video star.  People are still ordering ‘Damon’s Demise’ off the site I set up.  Now, I want these two nice and impaired, too.  Like Damon.  But not too out of it to not remember it later.”  Martin didn’t question Rico.  He knew from experience that you didn’t question Rico.

“Before you two princesses get too ga ga, I wanna show you a little bit of the video we took last night.”  He popped a tape into the VCR and turned it on.  Michael and Luis, buzzing as they were, were shocked at what they saw.  They were being passed around from lap to lap, wearing nothing but their underwear, constantly being groped.  In the next scene, they weren’t wearing their underwear; it was on their heads, like a chef’s hat.  There were hands playing with their tits, stroking their dicks, and fingering their ass puckers, but not once did they come.  Apparently Rico wanted the guys to get them all worked up but not give them any release.

“You boys feeling horny?” he asked, looking at the two guys’ crotches.  Their briefs were hugely tented, courtesy of the Viagra.  “You ready to get milked?  Give up your fuck swill?  Your ‘love juice’?”  He laughed as Luis and Michael began to succumb to their drugged juice.  Their eyes were glazed and droopy, their movements slow and deliberate.

“I’m gonna kill you, fucker...” Luis slurred, barely able to talk.

“Asshole...” Michael added.  His face was a blank slate.  His eyes were vacant and his mouth was slightly open.  Rico glanced at Luis.  He looked the same.

“Ready for some fun?” he asked laughing.  All the guys who’d been sitting around silent the whole time began to laugh with Rico.  “You guys ready to fuck like rabbits?”

“No way...” Luis said, slowly shaking his head.  “No fuckin’ way.”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to object, Bitch Boy,” Rico said, sitting down on the bed next to Luis and pushing the drugged stud down onto the bed.  He tweaked his nipple and then slipped his hand into his briefs, squeezing his balls.

“Unnnggghhhh.... ooooohhhh....” Luis moaned, his body thrashing.

“Told you... SLUT.  Oooohhh, I thought you didn’t like this, puta,” Rico said to Luis, the other guys in the room laughing.  “I have something I think you’ll like also.  It’s some shit I got from my cousin down in TJ.  It’ll make you so fuckin’ horny and happy.  Shit, you’ll wanna get fucked and you’ll wanna fuck any hole you can find.  You’re dick’s gonna drool and get big and hard.  Even a little needle dick like yours, Luis.”  He gave Michael and Luis each a baby bottle and put it to their mouths.  Being slightly out of it because of the spiked juice they’d just drunk, they began to suck on the bottles.  Rico had put the drug into some sweet juice and Luis and Michael couldn’t seem to quit drinking it.  Soon the bottles were empty.

Rafael and Tony pulled the drugged cops off the bed and sat them down on their laps, fondling their crotches, which, thanks to the new drug, were already expanding.  Rico put pacifiers in their mouths and baby bonnets on their heads.  After passing them around to each guy so they could get felt up and have their picture taken with them, Tony and Rafael put Luis and Michael back on the bed.  They put Michael in a sitting position and laid Luis next to him, putting his head in Michael’s lap.  Both were still sucking on their pacifiers but their baby bonnets had been removed.  After a few more pictures, Rico lowered Michael’s briefs and tucked them under his balls.  He took the pacifier out of Luis’ mouth and they all laughed as his they watched Luis’ lips continue to move in a sucking motion.  Rico put his hands on the back of Luis’ head and guided his lips to Michael’s erect, dripping cock.  Luis never stopped sucking.  They stuck both of Luis’ hands down into his briefs, wrapping them around his cock and slowly moving them up and down, making him masturbate himself.  It was only a matter of seconds before Luis took over for himself.

“Unnnggghhh...” Michael moaned as he was enjoying the best blow job he’d ever had.  He had not idea it was his best friend who was hoovering his cock.  He was so out of it and horny that he put both hands on Michael’s head and held it in place, pistoning his hips and fucking Michael’s face.  Luis was moaning, too. 

Suddenly Luis’ body shuddered and he yelped.  A wet spot began to rapidly spread across his once pristine-white briefs.  The guys all laughed and yanked Luis’ hands out of his briefs.  They were covered with cum.  They pulled his mouth off Michael’s cock and made him lick one of his cum-covered hands.  They put the other hand up to Michael’s mouth and made the buzzed stud suck the cum from it.  The room was filled with of laughter and the flashes of cameras.

Then they switched the guys’ positions, making Michael suck off Luis and cream his own briefs.  Each of the guys in the room, including Rico, had taken a Viagra a few minutes earlier, not wanting to miss the upcoming fuck-fest.  Michael and Luis were pulled to their feet and their cum-soaked underwear yanked off.  Instead of being discarded, it was put on their heads like a hat.  In addition, Michael and Luis were each given an odorizer mask, placed around their necks on a long chain.  As Luis and Michael were being passed around like a couple of whores at a frat party, the current “owner” would have the opportunity to make them inhale poppers (or take a hit himself).  There were eight chairs and eight horny guys with huge erections, all waiting a turn at the two drugged out studlets. 

Rico went first.  He stood up and pulled Luis to him, front to front.  He gave Luis a long kiss on the lips and sat down quickly, impaling the handsome Italian’s virgin ass. 

“Aaaahhh.... owwww...” Luis began to cry out, but Rico quickly clamped the popper mask over his face and let the fumes fuck with his head.  Luis’ moans of pain began to sound more like moans of pleasure as Rico bobbed him up and down on his cock, fucking away.  He pulled the popper mask away.  Luis’ eyes were rolled up and you could see the whites of his eyes.  His mouth was hanging open and he was babbling.  But he wasn’t resisting.  Rico continued to fuck him and pretty soon Luis began to cum.  Rico aimed Luis’ cock at his chest and body and jerked it as the big stud shot his hot, sticky load all up his chest, onto his face, and into his hair. 

Everybody laughed as Luis was passed to Tony, his chest and face dripping with cum.  Tony didn’t bother giving Luis any poppers, he just shoved his dick up his ass and began to pump away.

Rico took Michael next.  Poor pretty boy Michael.  He was totally beyond comprehension, but seemed to jolt back to reality when Rico’s cock entered his ass.  “Noooo....” he screamed as the popper mask was placed over his face.  Within seconds the screams turned to moans and his body went somewhat limp.  Rico laughed and continued to fuck Michael.  He hadn’t cum when Luis was on his lap and he decided to keep Michael as his lap fuck until he came up the hottie’s tight shit chute.  Even after Michael creamed himself, Rico continued to fuck him.  Finally the Latino stud’s body began to shudder and a whimper escaped his lips.

“Oooohhh.... oooooohhh....” he cooed as he shot a huge load up Michael’s ass.  He laughed as he pushed the fucked out cop off his lap, cum dripping from his ass.  Tony, who had by now passed Luis on to Rafael, picked up Michael and began to fuck him.

This went on until each guy got his turn to fuck both Michael and Luis.  By now the two cops were babbling incoherently and their dicks, raw and red from over use, were barely dribbling.  The whole scene had been captured on video from multiple angles.  But it wasn’t over yet.  Rico had one more humiliation planned.

He forced Luis down on all fours and stuck a thick, slicked up dildo up his ass.  A vibrating dildo.  He turned it on and everybody laughed while Luis’s head bobbed up in down in rhythm with the buzzing fuck tool jammed up his ass.  They put a dildo-shaped gag on Michael and stood him in front of Luis, slipping his long, still erect cock into Luis’ drooling mouth.  Then they let the two incoherent, drugged out studs go at it.  Before long Michael was fucking Luis’ face more than Luis was sucking Michael’s cock. 

Neither guy knew what he was doing, and this made Rico even hotter.  He couldn’t stand it any longer.  He shoved down his jeans and boxers and got behind Michael.  With one quick thrust, he impaled his 9-inch, uncut cock into Michael’s twitching hole.  Michael didn’t even cry out. 

It was quite a site to behold.  There was Luis, down on all fours, his ass getting reamed by an electric dildo while his pretty face was getting fucked by his best friend.  And speaking of his best friend, there he was fucking his best friend’s mouth while getting plowed up the ass himself.

Still not content, Rico instructed Tony to put nipple clamps and cock rings onto both studs.

By now the two had been fucked so much their assholes were stretched and dripping with cum.  Dozens and dozens of pictures of all different kinds had been taken with digital cameras and uploaded onto a computer in the room, and more than four hours of video had been shot.

It was getting late and Rico knew that both Luis and Michael had to work the next afternoon so he decided to let them go.  Rico put their underwear back on them, not bothering to even dress them in their uniforms.  The drugs were starting to wear off and Luis especially was beginning to resist and curse.

“I’m gonna get you, you fuckin’ spic,” he said as Rico fondled his dick through his cum-dried briefs.  Luis tried to hit him, but Tony and Rafael had his arms pinned.  Luis looked over at Michael.  The poor blond stud looked like he was in shock.  He was practically limp.  “You’re gonna pay for this, Rico,” Luis threatened.

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole,” Rico said.  “You know you’re a hell of a lot more fun when you’re fucked up.  And getting fucked.”  He laughed at his own joke.

Martin took the bottle of chloroform and poured a good amount on to two white cloths.  He handed one to Tony and the other to Rico.  “Say goodnight again, boys,” Rico said, as he and Tony placed the cloths over their faces.

With all the drugs they’d ingested and all the punishment they’d gone through, it didn’t take long before both Luis and Michael passed out cold.  Rico and Tony put them into the back seat of Michael’s truck and got in to drive them back to their house.  Rafael followed in his car.

Fifteen minutes later Rico, Tony and Rafael were backing out of Luis and Michael’s driveway.  They put the truck into the garage and had taken the two unconscious studs into the house, where they had put them into their beds.

The next morning Luis woke up with a splitting headache.  As his thoughts began to come together he sat up quickly, relaxing only when he realized that he was in his own bed.  It was over.  He had been given so much drugs and chloroform that he felt sick and considered calling into work sick.  But he didn't start his shift until 4:00 p.m. and it was only 8:30 a.m.

He threw back his blankets and got out of bed.  His underwear was stained and crusted with dried cum and piss.  He stripped them off, tossed them into the trashcan in his bathroom, and hopped into the shower.  For the next twenty minutes he let the hot water cascade over his sore body, washing away all the fuck slop from those rapists.

He tried not to think of what he did, but he couldn't help it.  He had fucked Michael.  His best friend.  He'd been drugged and drunk but still... he'd fucked a guy!  The thought of it made him sick and he vomited in the shower. 

Right there, as he watched his puke run down the drain, he decided to put the whole incident behind him.  It wasn’t his fault.  There was nothing he could’ve done.  He motive now, was to find Rico and his fuckers and teach them a lesson.

He turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  He looked like shit.  He'd been kept awake for God knows how many hours before they finally chloroformed him, and there were dark circles under his eyes.  He also noticed that his chest, stomach, arms and neck were covered with hickeys.  Shit!  He wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into his bedroom. 

As he dug through his dresser for a fresh pair of underwear he realized just how sore his ass was.  How many times had he been fucked?  Rico had even raped him with a dildo.  Man, if he ever ran into that fucker he was gonna kill him.  He pulled a clean pair of briefs on and winced as the soft cotton brushed up against his sore dick.  He put on a pair of sweat pants and went to check on Michael.

Michael was still sleeping, lying flat on his back, outstretched, his cum-soaked briefs almost transparent.  Like Luis, he had also been fucked repeatedly and was covered with hickeys.  Luis quietly walked over to where Michael was sleeping and gently shook his shoulder.  Michael woke with a start, turning away and cringing at Luis' touch.

"Hey, hey, buddy," Michael said reassuringly.  "It's me, Michael.  It's over, man.  We're home."

Michael grabbed the sheets and pulled them up over his near naked body.  He was clearly (and understandably) embarrassed over the events of the past couple of days.  He couldn't even look Luis in the face. 

"Why don't you take a shower," Luis suggested, speaking softly.  "You'll feel better."

"Y...y...yeah... I think you're right."  He was about to get out of bed when he half-turned to Luis.  "Could you go now?" he asked, his voice breaking.  Luis could tell that Michael was on the verge of tears and felt badly for his friend.  He wanted to put his hand on his shoulder to reassure him or to say something comforting, but what the hell do you say in a situation like that?  It's not like Hallmark makes a fucking "Oh, I'm sorry you got gang-raped" card. 

"Sure, Michael," he said.  "I'll see you in a bit."

Luis went into the living room and turned on Sports Center.  It was about 9:30 a.m.  Michael didn't come out of his room until after 11:00 a.m., clearly still shaken up over the whole rape.

"You wanna talk about it?" Luis asked.  "I don't know what to say, but look, we went through the same thing.  We didn't do anything wrong."

Michael was fighting tears and his voice was breaking.  "It's jus... I've ne... I'm not a fag, man!"

"Neither am I!" Luis said.  "We were fuckin' raped.  Rico and his crew knocked us out, kidnapped us, fed us drugs and fuckin' raped us.  There was nothing we could do.  Just remember that, okay?"

Michael nodded, still unable to look Luis straight in the face.  "I'm sorry," he finally said.

"What are you sorry for?" Luis said.

"I'm sorry that I... that I... that I put my... and that I..." he couldn't continue and stood up to leave.

Luis stood up, too.  "Look, Michael," he said, as reassuringly as he could.  "You don't have to say anything.  I know that wasn't you and I know you know that wasn't me.  As far as I'm concerned... we're cool.  Why don't you go back to bed and get some more sleep.  I'll wake you up in time for work."

Michael smiled a weak thank you and went back to his room.  Luis turned the TV up and tuned everything else out.  Like he’d decided earlier:  as far as he was concerned it was over.  Well, mostly over.  He’d caught up with a few of the guys from that night and had kicked the shit out of them, but he hadn’t run across Rico... yet.  But when he did...

It was about three weeks later and Luis was enjoying another long weekend.  Michael had taken a few vacation days and had gone to Vegas with his girlfriend.  It seemed like he was finally coming around, too.  He hadn’t said anything, but Luis knew Michael had been seeing a counselor.  Which was good for him.  Luis would never see a shrink.  Hell no.  Where he came from a man just didn’t do that.  But if Michael wanted to do it, hell, more power to him.  Plus, it was doing Michael a lot of good.  He was slowly turning back into the old Michael.

It was 10:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning and Luis had been to the gym and back, showered and shaved, thrown on an old pair of sweats and had just finished breakfast.  He had just turned on ESPN to catch the college football game when the doorbell rang.  He got up off the couch and looked out the window in the door.  There was some guy, he had to be at least 6’6” and 250 pounds, holding some sort of clipboard.  He was wearing a uniform.

Luis opened the door.  “Can I help you?” he asked.  He saw the delivery truck in the driveway.

“Yeah,” the guy said, looking at his clipboard.  “I have a delivery for a Michael Sotello.  Does he live here?”

“Yeah, but he’s outta town for a coupla days.  I’m his roommate.  You can leave it here if you want.”

The deliveryman nodded.  “That’ll be okay.  I just gotta see some I.D.  Company policy.  Sorry.”

Luis shook his head.  “Don’t sweat it man.  Just let me get my wallet.  I’ll be back in a sec.”

As Luis went to get his wallet the deliveryman went back to his van and began to load three large boxes onto a dolly.  He wheeled them to the front porch and was about to lift the top box when Luis appeared with his I.D.

“Holy shit,” he said, “what the fuck did Michael order?”

“Don’t know,” the guy said.  He looked at the clipboard again.  “Looks like some kinda entertainment center.  Do you want me to carry it in the house for you?”

“Yeah,” Luis said.  “But let me give you a hand.”  Together the two of them carried the three boxes up the stairs and into the living room.

“I left my clipboard on the steps,” the deliveryman said as Luis bent down to look at the boxes, reading what each was.  “I’ll be right back.”

The deliveryman stood in the front hallway and quietly closed the door.  He took a small brown bottle of chloroform from his pocket, uncapped it and poured some of the liquid onto a white cloth.  He silently crept back to the living room.  Luis was still bent over inspecting the contents of the boxes. 

In a move that belied his height and size, the deliveryman was on Luis in a matter of seconds, kneeing the stud in the gut and knocking the wind out of him.

“What the fuck....?” Luis coughed, struggling to catch his breath and crawling to his knees.  The deliveryman shoved him on the floor and turned him onto his back.  He straddled him, pinning his arms to his sides with his muscular legs.  He shoved the chloroformed cloth under Luis’ nose and held it tightly in place while the cop struggled.

"Mmmmpppphhh.... mmmmppphhhh...." Luis moaned as the fumes began to take effect.  He was just starting to slip away when he heard footsteps.  He looked up and saw a man walk into the living room.  It was Rico.

To be continued...