Chapter 16

 

"Mmm...yeah...I'm close. I'm so close. I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum. Aaaaaaaaaaaa." He collapsed across Jay's back, breathing heavily. The man got up, disposed of the condom and cleaned himself off. "You know, I'm not enjoying you as much as I should. I want someone who's going to put up a fight, not just lay there crying like a fucking baby." He punched Jay in the kidney. "I know, I think I'll try out that hot little number you used to fuck. I bet he'd be a fighter. Ya think he'd put up a fight?"

 

"Leave him alone, you fucking cocksucker."

 

"Hmm...cocksucker. Not a bad idea." He shoved his dick into Jay's mouth. "Bite it and it will be the last thing you'll ever do." As he grew hard again, he started thrusting his hips, eventually ejaculating in Jay's mouth, who gagged, some of the semen leaking out. The man slapped him hard across the face. "A cocksucker is supposed to swallow it all. You can't even do that right, can you, wuss?" He then beat Jay into unconsciousness, punctuating every strike with derogatory comments. Mental and physical abuses were games he enjoyed almost as much as raping men. After locking Jay's unconscious body in a small, dark room that reeked of urine and feces, he went out in search of his next victim.

 

Sitting in his favorite chair, he pondered the situation. How am I going to get him to let me into his house? Once I'm inside, the rest will be easy. His sick, twisted mind went through several different scenarios as he watched his latest purchase, a porn film where all the guys wore some form of uniform. Police, firefighters, jocks, a seemingly endless variety of uniforms paraded across the TV screen. One quickly caught his attention. Perfect. I'm sure by now the FBI has launched an investigation into the disappearance of that wuss I've been fucking. It would be easy to fake the credentials, so all I'd need is an FBI hat and jacket. The question is where would I get them? I couldn't walk into a local uniform shop. I'm sure they'd ask for ID. Perhaps online..." Turning off the TV, he went over to his computer and started searching online. He searched for several days before finally finding what he was looking for. Bingo. This is exactly what I need. A little pricy, but if it gets me in the door, it will be worth it. He started rubbing his crotch. I can't wait to get my dick into that tight little ass. I bet I'll shoot more cum than I ever did before. Okay, it's ordered. Now all I have to do is wait until it gets here, then, my little friend, your ass is mine, literally!

 

About a month after the FBI Agent's visit, the doorbell rang. Kyle opened the door slightly.

 

"Kyle Matthews?" the stranger asked.

 

"Yes" Kyle responded cautiously.

 

"Mr. Matthews, I'm Special Agent Jones, FBI." He quickly flashed an ID. "I'm investigating the disappearance of Special Agent Jayson Williams, and I'd like to ask you a few questions."

 

"I have already been questioned by the FBI."

 

"Yes, I know. This is just a follow up visit. May I come in?"

 

"Of course. Have there been any new developments in the case?" Kyle opened the door and let the man in.

 

"I'm afraid not" the man replied.

 

"Please, sit down. Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked politely.

 

"No thank you. I'm good." He looked around. "Nice place you have here, very nice place."

 

"Thanks. So what can I do for you?"

 

"This for starters..." He grabbed Kyle and kissed him roughly. When Kyle struggled to get away, the man grabbed a nearby table lamp and struck him on the head, knocking him unconscious.

 

Kyle awoke a few minutes later, to discover that he was naked, face down on his bed, wrists and ankles handcuffed to the four bedposts. The strange man stood beside the bed naked, stroking himself to hardness. "I'm so going to enjoy this." He sneered.

 

Frantically, Kyle struggled to reach the bedside phone, but to no avail. It was just out of his reach. He started screaming for help.

 

"Scream all you want to. It only makes it more fun for me."

 

The strange man searched through the pockets of his clothing, then through the nightstand drawers. "Shit" he exclaimed. "No rubbers. I guess I'll just have to fuck you without one." Kyle screamed in pain as he was suddenly and forcefully penetrated without any preparation. The rapist lay across his back and proceeded to thrust hard without giving Kyle's body the chance to adjust to the invasion.

 

"Ahhh, this feels so good. You're so nice and tight. I could stay like this forever." The man's rough voice whispered into his ear.

 

"Yeah, whatever" Kyle said through the tears, surrendering to the rapist. "Just hurry up and get it over with."

 

The man slowed his thrusting down. "Oh, no, I want to make this last. You're a great fuck, much better than your lover. Or should I say ex-lover?"

 

"What would you know about my ex-lover?"

 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, you're so tight and hot. As for your ex, I know plenty. I know he's an FBI Agent. When I saw the two of you kiss in front of FBI field office I just knew I had to have him. So I sent him a nice little email, which included some rather interesting pictures, if you know what I mean. I informed him that if he didn't want his supervisor receiving copies of the pictures, he was to call me at a certain time, which he did. I told him I was going to fuck him. When he refused, I told him that if he didn't let me fuck him, that you would disappear, without a trace. It would be so simple to do. You would never be seen or heard from again, nor would your remains ever be found. So he agreed. It was unfortunate that you walked in on us. That reminds me, I owe you something."

 

He reached between their legs, grabbed Kyle's balls, and squeezed them hard until he passed out from the searing pain

 

He awoke to shouting. "Oh, yeah, I'm close. I'm so close. Here it comes. Aaaaaaaaaaaa" he screamed as he thrust hard into Kyle and exploded, collapsing across his back. "Oh, God that was incredible. I've fucked a lot of guys before, but none of them were half as good a fuck as you are." He got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Returning to the bedroom, he put his clothes on and turned to leave. "I have a few things to take care of. I'll be back in a couple of hours for round two. Don't go anywhere." He smirked then left.

 

Kyle laid there crying. After about a half-hour, he heard the doorbell ring. He yelled out for help.

 

"OH, MY GOD KYLE!!!!!!!!!!" Tommy screamed, rushing into the room. He grabbed the phone and called nine-one-one. "My friend has been raped." He gave the operator the address before hanging up. He knelt by the crying man. "Kyle, it's me, Tommy. Who did this to you? Where are the keys to the handcuffs?" He asked, scared for his beloved friend.

 

Through the tears Kyle told him that it was the same man he caught Jay with. He didn't know where the keys were, and the guy was coming back for more.

 

"Oh Kyle, I'm so sorry." He got a towel from the bathroom and gently covered Kyle's nakedness. He looked around for a condom or wrapper but didn't find any.

 

"He didn't use one." Kyle said, ashamed.

 

"I hate to ask this, but did he...." Tommy asked, dreading the answer.

 

He nodded. "Now, on top of everything else, I probably have HIV."

 

"Hey, hey, hey, let's worry about that when the time comes. You know, my cousin was raped. The guy didn't use a condom, and they were able to match his DNA from the cum he had left inside her. If he didn't use a condom then maybe they'll be able to do the same for you."

 

"Unlikely they'll even try. You know how our police chief is. No gay man gets raped. All gay sex is consensual, period. They won't do a thing about it except laugh at the Little Mary who got screwed a little too rough."

 

"Bullshit, Kyle! I'm not letting this go, and neither are you, especially when the guy was a Fed."

 

"Please, drop it. I don't want anything to happen to you." Kyle replied, the fear in his voice unmistakable. "I've already lost Jay. I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you or Andy.

 

"And let the bastard keep doing this to you? NO FUCKING WAY!"

 

Kyle flinched at the anger in his best friend's voice. "Better that than risk losing you. I'd rather die than risk either of you guys being hurt." He then told Tommy everything he had been told. "So Jay was telling the truth after all, and I didn't believe him." He started crying again.

 

"Shhh" Tommy started rubbing his back. "We'll deal with that later. How long does it take for the fucking cops to get here?"

 

"You honestly think they're coming to a faggot's house?"

 

"If they don't, my next call is to Dave over at city hall. The police chief may be a homophobic bastard, but I guarantee you the Police Commissioner isn't. Dave will make sure the Commissioner gets an earful. Besides, there's the broken lamp in the living room, and the bruise and cut on the back of your head, not to mention the other bleeding you-know-where."

 

The doorbell rang. "That's probably the police now."

 

He returned with the police and the paramedics. While the police freed Kyle and interviewed him, the paramedics tended to the head wound. "There's another injury." Tommy said, lifting the towel just enough for the paramedics to see. While he held the towel in a manner to block the police from seeing Kyle's naked and bleeding butt, one of the paramedics gently examined him.

 

"There was definitely forced penetration, and there are traces of semen. This was not consensual sex." The paramedic reported. Carefully turning him over, they noticed severe bruising on groin and lower abdomen. "He needs to be taken in for x-rays," he said to the officer interviewing Tommy.

 

One of the paramedics turned and put his hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Are you his boyfriend?" He asked compassionately.

 

"No just best friends."

 

"Does he have a boyfriend that you could get in touch with?"

 

Tommy shook his head. "They broke up about a month-and-a-half ago."

 

"Oh, okay. We're going to take him to the hospital to get him checked out. It would be a good idea if you came along. He's been through an extremely traumatic ordeal and he's going to need a familiar face by his side."

 

"Absolutely," he replied without any hesitation. His best friend needed him. His plans could wait. Kyle had always come running whenever he needed him. Now it was his turn. He searched through the dresser drawers to find some loose clothing for Kyle to wear, helped his childhood friend get dressed, then onto the stretcher for the trip to the hospital.

 

"So, Mary, where's your boyfriend now?" One of the investigating officers sneered.

 

Kyle gave him a scathing look. "He's not my boyfriend. He's an FBI Agent and he'll said he'll be back soon to rape me again."

 

"Sure, sure, I bet there're several guys in prison that would love to have some fun with you too. Maybe I'll just take you down there and let them have at you. It would serve you right for accusing an FBI Agent of being a pansy-assed faggot."

 

The other officer shot his partner an angry look. "Knock it off, Ted. Are you sure? How do you know" He asked.

 

"He was wearing an FBI jacket and hat." Kyle responded tersely. He pointed to the hat that lay forgotten on the floor with the FBI patch above the brim. "There's his hat right there." Kyle said, pointing to the forgotten hat on the floor. The cop picked it up and examined it.

 

"Yeah, right, where'd you buy thith hat, thweetie?" The first cop lisped in a mocking tone.

 

Kyle had had enough of his abuse. "Screw you, asshole!"

 

The cop took out his police baton. "Maybe I should shove this all the way up your ass. But then again, all you fucking faggots love to have things shoved up there."

 

"I said, knock it off, Ted and I meant it. Why don't you go outside and cool off."

 

"Why, so you can be alone with the sorry piece of shit faggot?"

 

"Ted, get the hell out of here now before I throw you out, and you know I can and will do it!" The other officer said, menacingly. The belligerent cop moved to stand by the door, but refused to leave the room. The other officer knelt down so he could look Kyle in the eyes. "Mr. Matthews, I'm terribly sorry for my partner's conduct. It's inexcusable. You should press charges against him. It's your right. Nobody deserves to be treated the way you were. We all swore an oath to protect and to serve. Nothing in that oath gives us the right to choose who we protect and who we serve. At the very least you need to file a complaint against him for the way he's treated you."

 

"Awe, why don't you two pansy-assed faggots kiss and get it the fuck over with?" The cop sneered angrily.

 

The other officer had reached his breaking point. He advanced on his prick of a partner, partially withdrawing his police baton from its holder. "How would you like to see what I can do with my police baton? If you don't knock off your bullshit right now, you're gonna see first hand what my martial arts training can do with it." The two police officers glared at each other before the belligerent cop acquiesced.

 

Meanwhile, Tommy went into the living room and called his friend who worked at City Hall. "Dave, hi, it's Tommy."

 

"Hey, T-man, how's things?"

 

"Not so good. That's why I'm calling you. I'm over at Kyle's. He's just been raped and had the shit kicked out of him by someone wearing an FBI hat."

 

"WHAT?????? Is he okay?"

 

"No, he's not. He's a mess. But that's not why I'm calling you. There's a cop here who's being a total dick to Kyle. He just threatened to shove his nightstick up Kyle's ass, saying that all fucking faggots love to have things shoved up their asses. Kyle's going through enough without pricks like him making things worse."

 

"What's the officer's name?" He asked, pretty sure he already knew the answer.

 

"I don't know. Hang on a sec and I'll find out." Tommy set his phone down on an end table and went back into Kyle's bedroom. "Excuse me, Officer..."

 

"Kenson."

 

"Officer Kenson. Can I ask you a question?" He asked, politely and respectfully.

 

"What do you want, faggot?" Officer Kenson snarled.

 

"Never mind, I got the information I needed." He stormed out of the room and picked up his phone. "Kenson."

 

"Shit! Here we go again. I'm sorry, Tommy. I'll take care of this immediately."

 

"What can you do?"

 

"I'll make sure both the Commissioner and the Mayor hear about this. Can you write me up a statement as to what happened?"

 

"I'll be glad to." Tommy responded, his anger very much in evidence in his voice.

 

"There have been a lot of complaints against this guy from the gay community. The Chief of Police may turn a blind eye, but I guarantee the Commissioner won't. Nor will the Mayor."

 

"I know. That's why I called you. Sorry to have to call you on your day off with this."

 

"I'm glad you did. Something like this can't wait. Let me call you back."

 

"Commissioner Burke."

 

"Fred, its Dave Barton. Sorry to bother you on a Saturday, but I just got a call from a friend of mine. A mutual friend of ours has just been beaten and raped in his home. One of the investigating officers just threatened the victim with bodily injury. I'm on my way over to check out the situation and thought you would want to know."

 

"You wouldn't happen to know the officer's name would you?"

 

"I think you know who it is."

 

The Commissioner sighed deeply. "Don't tell me, let me guess. Kenson."

 

"A-yep."

 

"That fucking ass-wipe has stepped over the line for the last time. What's the address? I'll meet you there."

 

"3947 Cedar Oak Drive."

 

"I'm on my way."

 

Shortly thereafter, the Police Commissioner and the Deputy Mayor arrived at Kyle's. After talking briefly to Tommy, they approached Officer Kenson. "Kenson!"

 

He turned around, surprised to see both the Commissioner and the Deputy Mayor. The other officer, Officer Peters, took one look at the Deputy Mayor and felt his knees weaken. His eyes took in every inch of the Deputy Mayor's six-foot frame, from the flaming red hair and bright green eyes, to the flat stomach, to the huge bulge in his sweatpants, all the way down to his feet. He had all he could do to keep from drooling. His heart rate increased dramatically and he had to remind himself to breathe.

 

"Hello, Commissioner, Deputy Mayor. What brings you here?"

 

"We want to know what happened here." The Commissioner replied.

 

"It's the same old thing. The Little Mary got fucked a little too rough and is whining and crying about it." Whose dick has this faggot been sucking to warrant both the Police Commissioner and the Deputy Mayor to show up at a non-crime scene? Kenson wondered, clueless to the fact that he himself was the reason that they were there.

 

Tommy couldn't remain silent any longer. Before anyone could speak, he got up into the cop's face. "HE WAS KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS, HANDCUFFED TO HIS BED AND RAPED!" Tommy yelled out.

 

The cop punched Tommy hard in the stomach with his police baton, knocking him to the floor. "Get out of my face, you pansy-assed faggot! For all I know, you're probably the one that did it." He accused Tommy.

 

As Dave, the Deputy Mayor, checked on Tommy, the Commissioner called to the other attending officer. "Officer Peters, place Officer Kenson under arrest. Kenson, you are under arrest for assault with a deadly weapon, police brutality, misconduct, and I'm sure I can come up with a lot more charges." As he read the arrested officer his Miranda rights, he literally tore the badge off his uniform. "In addition, you are terminated immediately. Get him out of my sight!"

 

He turned to Tommy. "I'm terribly sorry. Are you all right, son?"

 

"Thanks, Commissioner. I'm okay. Just got the wind knocked out of me." Tommy replied, still slightly winded.

 

At that moment, the paramedics wheeled Kyle into the room on a stretcher. The Commissioner stopped them. "What's his name?" He asked.

 

"Kyle Matthews."

 

"Mr. Matthews I'm Police Commissioner Burke. I'm terribly sorry for what my former officer put you though. You didn't need that on top of everything else. I assure you, he will be dealt with severely."

 

"Thanks, Commissioner. Do you need a statement from me?"

 

"That won't be necessary. I just witnessed him attack your friend over there."

 

"Omigod, is he all right? Tommy? Are you okay?" Kyle searched the room for Tommy, more concerned about his best friend than he was about himself.

 

"I'm okay, Kyle. Don't worry about me. He just knocked the wind out of me. That's all."

 

"This is something I've been wanting for a very long time. Having witnessed it first hand I finally have positive proof of his bigotry and abusiveness and can act on it. And I assure you, I most definitely will." A smile of satisfaction appeared on the Commissioner's face. "It's been a long time coming." To the paramedics he said "What hospital are you taking him to?"

 

Everyone turned to look at Kyle.

 

"County General is the closest one that takes my insurance."

 

"See to it that he get the best care possible. The city will pick up the tab on this one." That ass-wipe Kenson just opened the city and the police department up for two major lawsuits. Hopefully, with the city covering his medical expenses, Matthews won't sue, although I wouldn't blame him if he did. And hopefully Adams won't sue, although I wouldn't blame him either if he did. The attack on him was totally unwarranted. Obviously that ass-wipe can't tell the difference between a distraught friend and a threatening situation requiring physical violence. The Commissioner fumed.

 

"Yes Commissioner." One of the paramedics replied as they loaded Kyle into the ambulance.

 

"Mr. Adams, you should go get checked out too, just to be on the safe side. The police baton when used incorrectly, such as what just happened to you, can cause unknown internal injuries. The attack on you was totally unwarranted. Do you want to press charges? You are well within your rights to do so."

 

"If it will prevent him from doing this to somebody else, you bet I do."

 

"Peters, call for another unit to take Kenson in then accompany them to the hospital with full lights and sirens. Get a statement of charges from Mr. Adams. First degree aggravated assault."

 

"First degree aggravated assault? Will it stick?"

 

"Both the Deputy Mayor and I witnessed the totally unprovoked attack on the distraught friend of a rape victim. I'll make it stick."

 

"Yes Commissioner."

 

"The city is also picking up the tab for the examination and any necessary treatments or medical procedures for Mr. Adams as well." Hopefully this will prevent him from suing as well. These poor kids did not deserve what has happened to them. Justice will be served.

 

"I'm okay, really Commissioner. He just caught me off-guard. If I had been prepared, I wouldn't have been winded like that." Tommy raised his shirt to reveal rock-hard six-pack abs. "Besides, I'm more worried about Kyle. Not only was he beaten and raped, but the rapist didn't use a condom and ejaculated inside him, so now there's a possibility of HIV infection as well."

 

"If that happens, and I sincerely hope it doesn't, the charges of rape, assault and battery will be elevated to rape, assault with a deadly weapon and battery. He's going away for a very long time." The Commissioner felt a twinge of pain as the memory of the loss of his son to AIDS surfaced. "I want you to be checked out, son. No arguments or I'll have you arrested and forced to submit to medical attention."

 

"Okay, Commissioner. You win." Tommy said, chagrined. It was not in his nature to think of himself when one of his friends was in trouble. "I'll go."

 

"You bet you will, into the ambulance with you. Peters, wait and give them a ride home from the hospital, if necessary."

 

"Yes Commissioner."

 

"Thanks, but it won't be necessary. All I have to do is call my boyfriend." Tommy replied as he climbed into the back of the ambulance, wincing slightly.

 

After being examined and released with a minor bruise to the intercostal muscle, Tommy paced nervously in the waiting room while Kyle was examined and a rape kit processed. He glanced at his watch then pulled out his cell phone.

 

"Hey, baby. What's up?" Andy's cheerful voice responded.

 

"I'm at Country General with Kyle. He's been beaten and raped."

 

"WHAT?" Andy cried, shocked. "When, how?" He whispered. His voice was choked with tears.

 

Tommy explained how he stopped by to drop off a DVD that he had borrowed and found Kyle.

 

"Poor Kyle, he can't get a break can he? First he catches Jay cheating on him, and now this. How's he doing?"

 

"They're examining him now, but I can tell you he's pretty messed up. He has a cut on the back of his head, a lot of bruising and rectal bleeding. God only knows what's going on inside his head. I've asked the nurse to call Dr. Foster and see if he can stop by to see him. Oh, we found out that the guy who raped Kyle was the same guy that he caught Jay with. Jay was telling the truth. To make matters worse, the guy didn't use a condom and shot his load inside Kyle, so now he has to worry about getting infected with HIV on top of everything else."

 

"Shit! Okay. I'm on my way. I'll be there in thirty. If they let you see him, give him my love and tell him I'll be there soon."

 

"Okay. I love you. See you when you get here. And please hurry."

 

"I love you too. Bye baby."

 

Tommy then called Kyle's sister and filled her in. Shortly the waiting room was filled to overflowing with all of Kyle's friends and family, everyone crying and hugging.

 

Later, in Kyle's hospital room...

 

"Kyle? I'm Dr. Foster. How are you feeling?"

 

Not being a person who complains about aches and pains, he just shrugged his shoulders.

 

"It's okay to tell me where it hurts. We can't fix what we don't know about, and I'm not just talking about physical pain. I'm also referring to emotional and mental pain and anguish."

 

Kyle pressed his lips firmly together and said nothing, but the pain and anguish he was experiencing was plainly visible in his eyes.

 

Dr. Foster then looked over Kyle's chart very carefully. "Well, outside of a couple of broken ribs, the cut on your head, perforated rectum and some bruising, physically you're in pretty good shape. Would you like to talk about what happened?" He shook his head no. "Well, when you're ready to talk, just let me know."

 

A man knocked on the door. "Mr. Matthews, I'm Detective Robertson. Can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?"

 

Kyle shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

 

"The crime lab was able to make a positive identification from the DNA and fingerprints. You're attacker has a long history of rape, assault and battery. He only targets gay men that he thinks will put up a fight. Unfortunately, the address we had on file was a dead end. Is there anything you can tell us that might help us find him?"

 

Kyle thought hard for a few minutes then shook his head. "The only thing he talked about was how much my struggling was turning him on, he never came so hard or so much, how he couldn't wait to screw me again, all that kind of bullshit. Sorry. So I guess he's going to get away with raping both me and my boyfriend, not to mention kidnapping."

 

"Not if I can help it. I want to nail the bastard."

 

"I'd like to cut his dick off and shove it up his ass along with a few sticks of dynamite!!!!!!" Kyle spat out angrily.

 

Good, Dr. Foster though. Get it out. Let go of your anger.

 

"Here's my card. If you can think of anything else, please let me know. Get well soon, Mr. Matthews." The Detective nodded to the doctor as he left.

 

"There's no chance of us getting back together now." Kyle said his voice little more than a whisper.

 

Dr. Foster, whose trained ears missed very little, responded "Why do you say that?"

 

"Jay's not going to want me after this. I'm damaged goods." Kyle said softy.

 

"I imagine he's thinking the same thing. I'd be willing to bet that he's just as scared of losing you as you are of losing him."

 

"You think so?"

 

"Yes, I do. It's a common belief among rape victims that one, it was their fault and two, their spouses will abandon them."

 

"Well, it's true. This whole mess was my fault."

 

"How is it your fault?"

 

"If I hadn't have kissed him that morning, the bastard would never have found out about us."

 

"What morning?"

 

"About three or four months ago, I gave Jay a ride to work because his truck was in the shop getting new brakes installed. Just before he got out of the jeep he kissed me rather passionately." Kyle started to blush. "He stuck his tongue so deep into my mouth I could have choked on it. I started rubbing his crotch as he grabbed my ass. I wanted him to screw me so badly I would have done it right then and there and not have cared who saw us."

 

"And then what happened?"

 

"We suddenly realized where we were and separated, apparently not quickly enough."

 

"So how is it that this was your fault? It seems to me that Jay wanted it as much as you did."

 

"I'm the one who initiated it."

 

"He could have said no, or broken the kiss before things went too far, so neither of you are to blame. By the way, I did some checking. Sexual orientation IS in the FBI's non-discrimination policy, and the Department of Justice has determined that homosexuals in general are no more of a security risk than heterosexuals. The two of you don't have to worry about either issue. We just need to find Jay and get the two of you back together where you belong."

 

"I don't know what to do. Part of me wants to move his stuff back into the house, but the other part wants to throw it out."

 

"How long were you together?"

 

"Almost six years."

 

"So you probably know him really well."

 

"I guess."

 

"So what do you think he would want you to do?"

 

"That's a no-brainer. He'd want to move back in and pick up where we left off. But is that possible after all this?"

 

"With help, yes it is, and now for the six-million dollar question. What do you want? Listen to your heart, not your head."

 

Kyle was silent for a few moments as he mulled things over in his mind. "As soon as I get out of here, I'm going to move his stuff back into the house. Then I'm going to hire a private detective to find him, even if it costs me every last penny and I have to sell the house, my jeep and everything I own."

 

"That won't be necessary. According to Special Agent Hunter, there's a nation-wide manhunt going on. One of their own is missing and they won't stop until they find him. So you just concentrate on getting better. Speaking of better, you need to take care of that colostomy bag before it bursts."

 

"That's another reason why Jay won't want anything more to do with me." He said in a voice that was choked with sorrow. "He'll be totally grossed out by this disgusting thing. Add to that the fact that we won't be able to have sex anymore. He doesn't enjoy oral sex as much as he does anal sex. The sad thing is that we've been totally monogamous for six years, and are both negative. We were told by our doctor that we could dispense with condoms, as long as we remained monogamous and didn't do IV drugs. That's not going to happen now."

 

"They didn't tell you?"

 

"Tell me what?"

 

"The colostomy is only temporary. As soon as you've completely healed, it's going to be reversed."

 

A look of hope crossed Kyle's face. "You mean I won't have to spend the rest of my life shitting into a bag and not being able to get my ass screwed into the middle of next week?"

 

Dr. Foster laughed. "Well, I would not have used those exact words, but essentially you are correct. It will take about a month after the colostomy has been reversed for everything to be totally back to normal. You need to be very careful when you have sex for the first couple of weeks. Extremely careful, but eventually you'll be able to enjoy a healthy sex life."

 

"Dr. Foster, report to the emergency room stat. Dr. Foster to the emergency room stat."

 

"I'll check back in with you later."

 

"Thanks, Doc."

 

Officer Peters knocked on the door and entered the room. "Mr. Matthews, again I want to apologize for my partner. He can be quite the prick sometimes."

 

"Thanks, but you don't owe me any apologies. I appreciate your efforts to keep him away from me."

 

"Not a problem. Is there anything I can get you? Anything you need?"

 

"Can you find out about how my friend is doing? His name is Tommy Adams." Kyle asked his eyes moist. "I'll never forgive myself if he was seriously injured."

 

"It wasn't your fault. It was that prick Kenson's bigotry that was at fault. He'll get his, though. The Commissioner was really pissed at him, and I don't think the Deputy Mayor was too happy with him either." His face lit up at the mention of the Deputy Mayor, a look that the normally observant Kyle totally missed. The fact that the young police officer was totally enamored with the Deputy Mayor went completely unnoticed. "Let me see what I can find out."

 

"Thanks, Officer." Kyle said to the officer's retreating back. A few moments later, he came back into the room.

 

"Were you able to find out anything?"

 

"I've done better than that." He stepped out of the doorway to allow Tommy to enter, who immediately rushed into Kyle's outstretched arms.

 

"Thank God you're okay, Tommy. When I heard you had been attacked by that ass-wipe cop I was so scared that you were seriously injured. How are you?"

 

"Just some minor bruising, but forget about me. How are you doing?"

 

"I'm fine. Are you pressing charges against that prick?"

 

"Bullshit, Kyle. Nobody can go through what you went through and be fine. What have the doctors told you?

 

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Kyle replied tersely.

 

"Yes, I do want to know. What did they say?"

 

"My asshole was totally shredded to pieces. I have to have a colostomy."

 

"What's a colostomy?"

 

"It's where they fix it so that I'm going to be shitting into a removable bag. I don't if I'll ever be able to have sex again. Once Jay sees this, he'll drop me like a bad habit." He said with a great deal of sorrow and regret. Tommy gathered him up and just held him while he cried.

 

After he settled down, Officer Peters approached him carefully and laid a compassionate hand on his shoulder. "I swear to you, Mr. Matthews I will do everything I can to make sure the person who did this to you pays dearly."

 

Kyle placed his hand on the officer's hand. "Thank you."

 

"You're welcome. I'll be in touch." He left the hospital room determined to catch the rapist, cut his dick off and cram it down his throat.

 

To be continued