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Hot Summer Nights Ch. 01

By: RomeoNevathera



Chapter 1 Seduction

We meet at a party that is hosted by a mutual friend, never having met before tonight, but always hearing about one another from our mutual friend, they are constantly begging to introduce us to one another, but we both ask for them to not. Our friend knows us better than we think they do, we see and notice one another immediately as you enter the room, not really knowing that our friend wants to introduce us tonight because they know we will hit it off and will not be able to keep our hands off of one another. As you approach I se our friend grab your hand as he pulls you closer, making sure that we here the introductions over the loud music playing in the background. He introduces you first, "This is Devon, Devon this is Hank." 

We both almost snarl at our friend, but hold it back because we both are interested in who we see standing before us. I quickly notice your beautiful Hazel eyes, shimmering bluish gray in the light. Your face is pretty, a medium length nose that looks like it was chiseled by one of the Masters of art, with full pouty lips underneath, your jaw line is slim and easy to gaze upon, following your jaw line I next see your ears, small and perfect hiding behind your shoulder length brown hair, which is straight and cut so that all the attention is drawn directly to your beautiful face and slender neck. 

Our friend leads us away to another room where the music is not so loud, and I stare at your body, your slender shoulders square and even with your hips, with your waist dipping in perfectly like an hourglass. Your ass is round and juts out, making it impossible to not get caught staring at it. As you turn into the room, I notice that your breasts are huge and heavy, someone might say even too large for your frame, but I think they are perfect. Evidently the air conditioning is cranked up, I notice that your nipples are very erect, your padded bra straining to hide them underneath. You have a slight gut that does not show from the front or back, but sexily shows from the side, accentuating the line formed by your chest down your belly as it curves down deep between your legs.

It doesn't hurt that you are wearing tight jeans that accentuate every delicious bit of your lower body, or that your blouse is cut low over a push up bra that might possibly be too small for you. I hear every step that you take as your cowboy boots clack against the hardwood floors with each and every step.

It appears that you may have stared me down as well, approving of what you saw, you stand next to me, and talk to me lightly in my ear, barely loud enough for me to hear anything that you say, but I hear you say, "So you are the infamous Hank that I keep hearing so much about. Carina swears that we would be great together, but I don't know, it all depends on whether you can seduce me tonight before the party ends."

I am flabbergasted, you gave in to Carina, you set this up, I am not sure if it was in the hopes that I would be able to seduce you as you almost beg me to do, or if it is to prove Carina wrong in her assumptions of you or I, but I am intent on seducing you. I lean over and whisper back, "So you want me to try and seduce you? Is this no holds barred, or will there be rules?"

You lean back to smile at me, then you lean in and reply, "The only rules are that you can't say a word, you must have me wanting you by the end of the night, and that no clothes are removed until I admit being seduced."

I respond quickly, "One question. Do we have to be amongst the heathens here, or can we go be alone?"

You pull back with a huge grin on your face, almost shocked that I asked, by relieved that I had, and then you lean in and answer, "I like how you think, lets go find some privacy." You grab my hand and direct me out of the room, looking for Carina who disappeared. We find her in the kitchen talking to someone and you nudge me as she gets her attention, and I politely ask Carina, "Is there someplace that Devon and I can go and talk in peace and quiet?"

Carina smiles and answers back, "No one is allowed in the bedroom, and so I guess the two of you can go in there. If I need either of you for anything, I will knock a few times."

You lead me away towards the bedroom, hurriedly, like there is no time to waste, entering in and closing the door behind us. You sit on the edge of the bed and ask, "Well, how do you plan on seducing me?" Smiling wide the whole while.

Now I know what the game is, you not only want me to seduce you, but you want me to do it quickly, almost urgently. So I sit down next to you and begin to kiss you softly on the lips, first with no tongue, then slowly adding tongue, and finally pulling you in close. You don't show me whether my advances are doing anything, so I start to pull away and redirect my kissing to your neck and ear, licking and sucking softly. Redirecting shortly after to your shoulders and chest, when you lift my head up and say, "No moving the clothes away or removing them till I say so, okay?"

I nod and continue to kiss your exposed chest, then moving my kisses down over your clothed breasts, noticing your breaths growing deeper and faster. I push you down on the bed, kissing you more on your mouth, heavy with passion, as your breaths grow heavier. Soon you say, "Okay, I am seduced, please continue." 

Your response almost cold and calculated, I begin to lift up your shirt, and then I decide not to.

You start to protest, but I place my finger next to your lips and say, "Shih, that was almost too easy, and I sort of feel like you were just trying to make it seem like you were not interested, when you were. So I will continue to seduce you till I think that you are fully seduced."

You nod your head in approval, even though you want more than seduction right now, but you love to be dominated within reason and are willing to continue just to see what I will do, and how far I will take it. 

I lean back down and pull you tight against me as I kiss you passionately, releasing to continue to kiss my way down your body. I pay close attention to your nipples, making sure to kiss them and rub them as much as possible, making you moan and gasp. Then I start to kiss down your exposed belly, licking and sucking and kissing till I hear you moan. Then I start kissing my way down your waist to your covered pubic mound, stopping when I get there to just sit my lips where I think your clit might be, and breath out deeply my hot breath onto it, then breathing deeply the strong perfume of your pussy as it escapes. Stopping this only when your breaths are heavier still then what they were before, moving on to humming hard on your sweet mound, vibrating you clit till you can no longer stand it, then you grab my head and yank me up to you so that we can kiss, and we kiss long hard and passionately for several minutes.

When we release our kiss, I say, "Okay now I have seduced you enough to move on to going under your clothes." 

You nod your approval and nearly rip your blouse trying to pull it up over your heaving heavy breasts, I assist you so that you don't rip anything, and lower my face down to them, kissing and licking and sucking. Almost getting lost in them, I pull myself free and start to kiss my way down your belly and waist, working with the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them away and down to your ankles, stopping only to pull your boots free before pulling your jeans clear from your legs, then I kiss my way up your leg on the inside, up your inner thigh as you shiver from the electricity that is coursing through your body from all of the sensations that you are feeling.

Once I get to the inner most part of your thigh I start to kiss my way over your swollen and restrained lips, still trapped by your lace pink thong panties, which have a moist spot were your lips part all the way down to the dental floss thin thong. I place my mouth over your mound and exhale hard and hot into your pussy, making you squirm, wanting more than just this tease fest that I insist upon giving you. You grab my head pulling it hard against your pelvis, grinding your clit hard on my mouth, prompting me to remove the restrictive garment and pay close attention to the moist hot pungent bud that is beckoning beneath.

I kiss my way back up to your waist, grabbing you panties with my teeth I slowly pull down on them as you lift your hips to assist me in removing your panties. Once I have freed them from you, I twirl them around on one finger and let them fly off across the room, not caring where they went. Then I lower my face to your lap, kissing around your pubic mound, around your lips, then down the center slit between them, slipping my tongue out to taste the sweet dew forming, making you gasp in anticipation, wanting more.

I give you more, I start to lick with a rigid tongue in circles on your erect clit, engorged and angry, it wants to be pleased and you beg me to please it, lifting your hips and grinding your clit on my tongue, pleading with me to give you more. I continue to lick away as your body tenses and begins to shake mildly, your eyes rolling back, your back arching, your hands tugging at the linen on the bed. You cum hard, squirting for the first time ever and not really noticing, and when your orgasm subsides I stop, knowing that you want more, but knowing that the door is not locked and someone could just walk in on us at any time. I climb on top of you and kiss you hard on the lips, passionately, then ask you, "Are you are seduced enough yet, or do I need to continue with trying to seduce you?"

You reply, "Oh I am more than sufficiently seduced. I am ready to have you, I want you, deep inside of me."

I respond, "What about the door, we did not lock it, should I lock it quickly, or are you not worried?"

You pause for a moment then respond, "Fuck the door! I need you in me now!"

Hot Summer Nights Ch. 02



Disclaimer: I don't own Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: Angst, Slash, Slave fic, BDSM, Non-con/reluctance

Rating: FRAO



He didn't know what time it was, the dark sky outside his cell window gave no clue to time. The nightmare had been so vivid, so real. It was a nightmare, wasn't it? For the first time he realized that he was lying on the floor, giving him reason to believe it had been no dream. He shifted, sending up a protest from his sore body, and bringing a whimper to his lips. He couldn't understand what had happened. Why had Rosco done that to him? Why had his own body betrayed him? As images from the assault appeared in his mind, tears streaked his face. He had no awareness of the passage of time. He was only aware of the soreness in his body and the horror that filled his mind. 

He woke, stretched out in the cell upstairs, feeling sated and relaxed. When he had gone down those stairs the night before, he'd honestly only meant to teach the boy a lesson. It had never entered his mind that Bo would react to the whipping the way he had. It had been the realization that the boy was being turned on by the punishment that led to his own reaction. Now that he knew how good it could feel, not just the fucking, but the power, he wasn't about to let it go. Catching sight of the clock, he realized Enos would be here in half an hour and at least one of the Dukes would arrive shortly after that. He wished he had time to take the boy again, but he couldn't risk being caught. Resigning himself to waiting for the night, and for once thankful that Boss had decided to make an example of the boy, Rosco headed down the stairs. "Good morning slut, sleep well?" He cheerfully greeted the young man curled up on the floor.

"No sir," Bo quietly replied. Pushing himself to his feet, he stretched as he tried to work the kinks out of his body.

"You look like you been crying slut."

Bo hung his head, embarrassed and ashamed, "Yes sir."

"Tsk, tsk, that won't do. Can't have Enos or your family wondering why you're crying." Grabbing the keys from the wall, he opened the cell door. "Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom and you can wash your face."

Sullenly Bo followed Rosco to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror which hung over the sink, he was surprised to see that other than the reddened eyes, he didn't seem any different.

"I won't be here all day, gonna be in and out slut, but that don't mean you can misbehave. I know your cousin'll probably want to spend most of the day keeping ya company and that's fine. You just best not tell him, Enos, or anybody else what happened last night," he sternly warned the young blond. 

"Yes sir."

"I promise you that if you do, you'll regret it. I'll make last night look like a picnic, you understand me slut?"

"Yes sir, I understand." Bo was careful to keep his tone respectful, not daring to let his anger show for even a second.

"Now, you know Boss said you get five days and no bail, I'm gonna see to it that you serve that sentence. Gonna tell ya something else slut, you escape, I'll track you down and drag you back. I'll convince Boss to give you another ten days for escaping. Ten extra nights of being slave to my needs, bet you'd like that wouldn't you slut?"

"No sir," Bo instantly denied.

"Well I would, so you go ahead and escape if ya like."

"That mean when I leave here you won't be expecting me to let you..."

"Fuck, the word you're looking for is fuck. Say it slut," he coldly ordered.

"I won't have to let you fuck me, after I leave here sir?" Bo had to look down to hide the anger he was feeling. Anger at Rosco for what he'd done to him, but anger at himself as well for reacting as he had.

"It don't mean any such thing slut. You're my slut, my slave, until I say otherwise. What it does mean is, you won't be getting fucked every single night. You won't be sleeping in a small cell, speaking of, why were you on the floor?"

"I didn't want to sleep on the cot."

"You're sleeping on the cot tonight, I don't want to chance somebody finding you on that floor and wondering why."

"Yes sir, I'll sleep on the cot. Anything else sir?" he sullenly asked.

"Boy you sure are a slow learner, ain't ya? I told you about that attitude of your's. Ain't nothing else right now, but you be thinking all day about how I'm gonna punish you tonight. Now, get your slut ass back down to your cell and not a word to anybody."

"Yes sir," Bo quietly responded. Lowering his head, he let the older man lead him back to the cell, locking him back inside.

"Enos will be down in a while with your breakfast."

"Okay...sir," he quickly added when he saw the disapproving frown on Rosco's face.

"That's better," Rosco grumbled. Climbing the stairs, Rosco had just enough time to unlock the front door and sit down at his desk before Enos came through the door, whistling cheerfully. "Enos you ain't got to make all that racket," he sternly admonished the younger man.

"Yes sir," Enos mumbled. 

"What's got you in such a good mood anyway?"

"Oh nothing special sir, it's just a beautiful day outside is all."

"A beautiful day you'll be spending inside, with a broken ceiling fan."

"Yes sir," Enos quietly responded. Now he understood why the sheriff was in a worse mood than usual. 

"You go get Bo some breakfast and be quick about it, I want to get home and have a shower before I go out on patrol."

"I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail sheriff," Enos giggled. 

Rosco just scowled at the younger man's back as he hurried from the building. How anybody could be that cheerful first thing in the morning was beyond him. Oh well, he supposed it didn't really hurt for Enos to be happy. He wondered though, if the younger man would still be as happy after he'd spent the day in the sweltering office without a ceiling fan. It was more than two shakes, but still pretty quick when Enos returned with Bo's breakfast. "About time you got back," Rosco groused. He felt it was important that he not act any differently than he usually did for fear that somebody would get suspicious. "I'm gonna go home and get a shower before I head out on patrol Enos."

"Yes sir."

"I'll be back later, but don't radio me unless you have to. I didn't sleep too good in this heat and I'd like to try and grab a little shut-eye," he explained.

"Sure thing sheriff, I won't bother ya unless I have to. If ya want, I could guard Bo tonight," he quickly offered.

Rosco pretended to think about it, "No that's okay Enos. You'll be here all day, it wouldn't be fair to ask you to spend the night too. Besides, if I know Boss, he'll insist on me standing guard at night."

"I guess you're probably right sheriff."

"By the way, I want you to call Casey over to the appliance repair and have him come fix our ceiling fan."

"Is it broke?" Enos innocently asked.

Rosco's scowl deepened, "I wouldn't have asked you to call Casey if it wasn't, would I? I swear Enos, sometimes I wonder what you use for brains."

"Yes sir, I'll call him sheriff. Anything else?"

"Yeah, one of the Dukes can stay with Bo during the day if they want, but don't you leave this jail. Boss has decided to make an example of Bo by not giving him bail and I don't feel like having to track him down."

"You can count on me sheriff," Enos grinned.

Rosco made a scoffing noise at that assertion, but he said nothing else. "When Cletus gets here, you send him out on patrol." Feeling that he had covered all the bases, Rosco finally left the jail and headed home. 

Though he had told Enos he planned to patrol, that wasn't the first thing on his list of things to do today. Once home, he headed straight for the shower and cleaned up. Getting dressed, he substituted a regular shirt for his uniform shirt before going downstairs for his own breakfast. Thanking his mother, he made short work of the meal. Leaving the house, he carried his uniform shirt on a hanger, with the explanation to his mother that he was taking it to the cleaners and picking up his clean one, at which time he would change shirts. 

Thankful that his mother had asked no further questions, he climbed into his car and pulled out of the drive. He didn't go to the cleaners though, nor out on patrol. Rather, he turned his car towards Atlanta, having decided that he needed more information and that would be the place to get it. Rosco didn't know the names of any stores that might carry the sort of information he needed, but he knew what part of town he would likely find them in. Driving into the seedier part of downtown Atlanta, it didn't take the middle-aged sheriff long to find a store, the likes of which he needed. Locking his gun in the trunk, he nervously walked up to the door that would lead him, he hoped, to what he needed. 

Pushing it open, he found himself in a virtual den of iniquity, surrounded by a variety of objects, only some of which he could guess the use of. If Bo could see him right now, he'd never again obey any order he was given, Rosco thought as he blushed furiously at the sights around him. In spite of his embarrassment, the sheriff forced himself to step further into the store. Walking through the small store, he was amazed and at times frightened by some of the things he saw. Looking ahead, he smiled, that was just what he needed, he mused as he spotted the small rack of books. Moving closer, he began to read through the titles. Thank god, something that would give him some idea of what he should do now that he had himself a sex slave. He blushed again, as a small pang of guilt trying to blossom in his heart. As he looked through the books, reading the ways in which one man could control another, the guilt was quickly quashed by his rising desire. A few more minutes and he finally selected a couple of books that seemed promising. Using the books as guides, he made his way through the shop, picking out various objects that he could use in controlling the young man he had claimed. Reading about the use of lube, and the necessity of stretching a man's ass, he again felt a stirring of guilt. Remembering the moans of pleasure that Bo had made last night, he quickly stepped on the guilt that tried once more to make itself known. Satisfied that he had all he needed, for the time being anyway, Rosco paid for his purchases and left the store. Trading the bag, for the gun he had locked in the trunk, Rosco quickly changed shirts and headed back to Hazzard.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, with Rosco making a point of checking into the jail now and then as a reminder to Bo that he was around. Finally six o'clock rolled around and Rosco arrived back at the jail. He noticed as he stepped into the office that the ceiling fan had been fixed, leaving the air noticeably cooler. 

"Howdy sheriff," Cletus Hogg greeted him. 

"Hey Cletus, Luke still downstairs with Bo?"

"Yes sir, I didn't see no harm in it."

Rosco nodded, "He had his supper yet?"

"No sir, not yet," Cletus grinned. "You want me to go get it?"

"You do that Cletus, then you can go on home." He didn't wait for Cletus to reply but simply headed down the stairs to the cell. Careful to step quietly, he listened to the conversation taking place just out of sight. Pausing on the bottom step, he stood eavesdropping as the two cousins talked. After a few minutes, he was satisfied that Bo hadn't told his cousin anything of his new role in life. Quietly climbing back up the steps, he again descended them, this time with a normal step, announcing his presence. "Luke," he greeted the older Duke cousin.

"Rosco," Luke responded. "You know this isn't fair Rosco, can't you talk Boss into setting bail?"

"No, and I'm not gonna try either. You know as well as I do that Bo was in the wrong and he deserves the punishment he's getting." Inwardly he smiled at the small flinch his words brought from the young blond in the cell. "I came down here to tell you it's time for you to go on home Luke."

"I was thinking I could stay..."

"This ain't no hotel Luke Duke, you go on home or your uncle won't have anybody to help him with the chores."

Luke frowned, it was true that Uncle Jesse needed at least one of them to help with chores. It was that fact which kept him from doing something that would incite the older man to arrest him too. "Alright Rosco, I'm going." Turning to his cousin, he gave him a sympathetic smile, "Sorry Bo."

"It's okay Luke, guess I'll just have to find a way to sleep without you snoring in the next bed," he teased. His tone giving no hint of the fear he felt at being left in the jail with Rosco.

Luke grinned, "I'm sure you'll manage. See ya tomorrow cousin," he waved as he headed up the stairs.

Rosco leered at the young man in the cell, "I'll be back to see you later," pausing, he looked over his shoulder, "slut."

Bo shuddered, he dreaded what would happen when Rosco came back. 

Rosco waited for the town to quiet down before he went outside to collect the things he'd bought in Atlanta. Smiling in anticipation, he carried the bag back inside, locking the main door behind him. Taking a seat at his desk, he propped his feet up as he began reading the books he'd purchased. 

Bo paced the too small cell, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he waited for Rosco to make his appearance. What was he going to do? He couldn't just let Rosco use him, but if he didn't, he had those pictures to show to everybody. Bo had no doubt that if word got out that he was some kind of pervert the people of Hazzard would turn their collective backs on him. He could handle that, the thing that really scared him, was that his family would join them. Bo knew that of all the things he could be asked to endure, losing his family's love and respect was the one thing that would destroy his life. Pausing in his pacing, he stared out the small window at the stars twinkling in the night sky. How he wished he were out there, free of the sheriff and the things he would force him to do. The sound of footsteps drew his attention from the window, focusing his now fearful gaze on the doorway, he waited. Though it was only a moment, it seemed an eternity before Rosco stepped into view.

"Strip slut," he ordered by way of a greeting.

"Please Rosco don't..."

"What did I tell you last night slut?"

"I'm to call you sir and obey your orders."

"That's right, now do as I said slut."

"Yes sir," Bo obeyed with a heavy sigh. Taking as much time as he dared, he was all too soon standing before the other man, as naked as the day he was born.

"Brought you some presents slut," Rosco informed him with a lecherous grin. "Well, don't you want to know what they are?" he demanded when Bo remained silent.

"What did you bring me sir?" Bo asked, as Rosco obviously wanted him to.

"Lots of things slut, but we'll start with this," he smiled, tossing the object to him.

Bo stared at what he held in his hands. "You can't be serious...sir," he hastily added.

"Oh I'm serious alright, now put it on," Rosco coldly ordered. "You'll wear that whenever we're alone," he added. 

Bo swallowed hard, his eyes pleading with the sheriff to change his mind. Sighing with resignation, he realized the older man wasn't going to do so. Reluctantly he snapped the collar around his neck, making sure the word slut was in the front.

"Now, before I get to your punishment for your earlier attitude I have something else I want you to do. I brought a video camera down here tonight, you're gonna put on a show for me and the camera slut."

Bo hung his head, he didn't know what Rosco wanted, but he was sure it would be something he could use to blackmail him with later. "Yes sir, what do I have to do sir?"

"Simple really, you'll use this," tossing him a vibrator, "and your hand. I want you to lay on that cot, suck on that vibrator to get it good and wet, then you're going to fuck yourself with it while you're jacking off. I don't want you being silent either slut, I want you moaning with pleasure and begging your unknown lover to fuck you. I want you to talk to the camera like you're talking to some man, telling him how you wish it was his cock in your ass instead of the vibrator. You understand me slut?"

"Yes sir," Bo nearly sobbed. This was it, once he did as Rosco ordered there would be no chance of escaping the other man's perverted desires.

"Well then get to it slut," Rosco ordered as he set the camera on a tripod and turned it on.

Without another word, Bo lay down on the cot and began to suck on the vibrator. Stopping only at a nod from Rosco, he reluctantly brought the hard plastic device down to his ass and slowly pushed it into his passage. Turning it on, he began to jerk off as he slowly fucked himself with the vibrator. "Oh yeah...it feels so good...but I wish it was you lover. I want your cock in my ass, pounding away at me like only you can. I miss having your cock inside me, stretching me as you fuck me hard and fast." For the next fifteen minutes, Bo fought back his feelings of disgust as he used the vibrator and his hand to get himself off, the whole time keeping up the dirty talk Rosco had demanded. Finally, with an involuntary cry of pleasure he came, shooting his load all over his stomach.

Rosco watched, his cock as hard as it had ever been, making him want to plow into the younger man's ass himself. He grinned when Bo came, motioning with his hand, he made it clear what he wanted him to do next. One final act of humiliation with which to blackmail him.

Hiding his disgust, Bo began to scoop up his cum, licking it off of his fingers and pretending to enjoy it. The moment the camera was turned off, he let the tears fall. What was wrong with him? How could he have enjoyed any part of what he had been forced to do? Bo asked himself as he remembered the feelings of pleasure his actions had caused. He was so lost in thought, he didn't even notice Rosco entering the cell. 

"Get up on your knees and grab the bars slut," Rosco ordered. 

Bo quickly complied, silently cursing the older man as he did.

Having read up some on the proper way of fucking another man, Rosco was a little better prepared this time around. Coating his fingers with lube, he began to push them into Bo's passage, one at a time. Stretching him even as he used his fingers to fuck the younger man's ass. Though he wanted to simply shove into Bo's ass, he waited, searching for that spot that would force the boy to enjoy the fucking he was about to receive. He grinned when he found it, the sudden bucking of the younger man's hips and the accompanying moan alerting him to his discovery. Quickly he coated his cock in lube and pushed his way into Bo's ass. "Tell me you want it slut...you know how."

"I want it sir, I want you to fuck my slut ass," Bo obeyed through his tears.

"Gladly," Rosco grinned. Pulling nearly all the way out, he quickly shoved back into the tight passage. He soon had a hard rhythm going, wringing moans of pleasure from them both as the pleasure built to a peak. Reaching under the man in front of him, Rosco began to rapidly stroke his cock, forcing him to another unwanted orgasm. The feel of Bo's muscles tightening around him, pulled Rosco over the edge into a mind numbing orgasm. With a feral cry of pleasure, he shot his load deep into the younger man's bowels. "Thank me," he panted as he draped himself over Bo's back.

"Thank you sir," Bo brokenly whispered. 

Reaching for the bag he had brought in with him, he pulled another item from it. Applying lube to the medium sized butt plug, he pulled his softening cock from Bo's body, quickly replacing it with the plug.

Bo moaned as he felt Rosco leave his body. Relaxing, he gave a yelp of surprise as something else was forced into his ass.

"I just put a butt plug in you slut, it's gonna stay there all the time from here on out."




Hot Summer Nights Ch. 02



Chapter 2 Penetration

We ignore our natural response to lock the door, and I spread your legs wide, climbing in between them, pulling my pants down around my knees and placing my swollen cock at the waiting wet opening of your juicy pussy. One, two, three! I slide it deep inside of you as you let out a moan.

I start out slow, watching your face as I slide my cock deep inside of you and slowly pull it almost all the way out, repeating vigorously. You have the look of attainment, like you have reached a goal that you thought was impossible at one time, but you overcame the odds somehow. In actuality it is just you enjoying being stuffed with a meaty cock, one that you had been waiting to feel deep inside of you all day long.

As I continue to penetrate you with my swollen member, I lean down and kiss you, first on your mouth, then your neck and finally sucking on your earlobe. You feel high, the sensations overwhelming you, making you hotter and hornier than you were before. Making you want more, faster and deeper. I see this and give you what I believe it is that you want, thrusting harder and deeper, filling you more with what you crave.

Before long you start to pull my shirt up over my head, digging your finger nails deep into my back, scratching the whole way up from my ass to my shoulders, and I let out a groan.

You ask me, "Did that hurt? If you don't want me to scratch you I won't!"

I reply back, "It caught me off guard is all, I don't mind it at all, it actually feels good."

You continue to dig your finger nails deep into my flesh, gripping the middle of my back and scratching out to the sides, making me start to fuck you harder and faster. You moan, and start to let out small screams as I start to pound your pussy harder and harder, loving how I buck hard and drive my cock deep every once in a while, my balls smacking hard on your ass as my pelvis grinds hard on your clit. 

We are almost certain that no one hears your screams through the music, but you still try to hold back from screaming out in pleasure with each punishing stroke deep into your hot wet pussy. I continue to thrust hard and fast as I feel your pussy tighten so delightfully around my cock, forcing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your body and mine covered in sweat, with no way of knowing if it is from our little foray, or if someone turned the air conditioning off. Your skin glistening beneath the sweat as your heavy breasts bounce back and forth with each thrust that I give you. Your nipples are erect and pointing hard at the ceiling, bobbing back and forth with your breasts, unable to decide if they are coming or going.

It is not long before we both feel our climaxes approaching hard and fast, with your breathing heavier and heavier, your moans more often and your inability to hold back your little screams of pleasure. Your body stiffens as does mine, you screaming out in pleasure as I grunt like a wild dog in heat, your pussy tightening as my cock throbs and spurts out its sticky goo one stream at a time. 

I pull myself up next to you, kissing your mouth hungrily, knowing that we have been wrong this whole time in not allowing Carina to hook us up. I want you, more than I can have you here, at least without possibly having someone interrupt the sweet rhythm that we have found in one another at last.

We lay there kissing and fondling one another for some time, and then we decide it to be best to get redressed and return out to the party where the heathens are, chugging alcohol to numb there wasted minds.

I open the door for you as you grab a hold of me strongly and pull me closely next to you out into the rest of the house, searching for Carina, to let her know that things are going well. 

We find her where we left her, you walk up to her and tell her that you need to talk with her, and then walk over to me and ask me to grab us both a couple of drinks and return to the bedroom where you will meet back up with me.

I oblige, knowing full well that you will return to me, only because I could see in your eyes the desire to have more of what we were just doing. I grab us both a Margarita and head back to the bedroom, waiting for your return. I only wait a short before you open the door while talking to Carina; you both enter jovially, walking over to the bed. I stand up and thank her for being so persistent in introducing you and I, hug her and sit back down.

Carina acknowledges my sincerity, thanks me for finally allowing her to do so, even though she did ambush me, and says good-bye to us both for the time being, walking out of the room. We sit and talk a while, while being playful and fondling each other. Learning more and more about each other as the time passes.

Before too long we both are in the mood to continue where we had left off at, and we start to pull free the restraining clothing that drapes over us, kissing and sucking on one another like we have been intimate for years.

You tell me to lie down on the bed in the center, climbing up and straddling my legs just so that you could go down on me, kissing the head of my cock at first, then licking away the precum, and finally lowering your beautiful face down over it like it is nothing. Swallowing me whole in one fell swoop. You bob your head up and down on my lap sucking hungrily on my cock, making it harder than it was before, cupping and massaging my bags as they ached for a release, but that release would not be right now. 

You get up and straddle my hips, hovering inches above my cock, positioning it to go deep inside of you as you lower yourself slowly onto it, letting out a gasp as it fills you up. You grind your hips into my pelvis, trying to make sure that I am deep within you, and to feel your swollen clit rub hard against me.

You start to ride me slow, moving your hips in a circular motion with each stride up and down, making sure to grind your pelvis hard into mine as you finished your downward stroke. You lean back, grabbing your huge perfectly perky breasts, rubbing your nipples on the up stroke and squeezing them on the down stroke.

Before long you are breathing heavy and panting with each stroke, unsure if keeping your current pace is best, or if you should go faster and harder. I give you a hint by grabbing a hold of your waist and direct your hips to move faster, as I see your eyes widen. Your pussy tightens and we both know what comes next.

You start to pick up your pace, riding me harder and faster as your orgasm approaches, making me feel like I am going to blow at any second, but I hold back. I want you to cum, if you do not cum then I have not done my part well enough in my eyes, a failure if you will, but only to me.

Soon you start to let out small screams of pleasure as you slam yourself down hard on me with every stroke, you are ready to cum, you want to cum, and you are going to do anything that you can to do so quickly. I dig my fingers deep into your waist and help you to maintain rhythm, pulling you down hard onto me to help you finish your dance with total pleasure.

It works, you are screaming loud, so loud that I know someone had to have heard your screams, but I don't care. I am coming also, shooting hot streams of goo deep inside of you, one squirt at a time, losing myself in your rhythmic dance above me as your heavy breasts flail around.

Your orgasm succumbs and you fall forward kissing my mouth hungrily with your ass high in the air. I don't know whether I should hold you close and never let you go, or roll you over and try to go another round, while forgetting that you had just screamed a scream that rivals those of horror flicks.

We just lay there in each other's arms kissing each other passionately.



Hot Summer Nights Ch. 02



"A butt plug sir?"

"That's right slut, it'll keep you stretched and ready whenever I want you. There are only three times it can be removed. One if you need to use the bathroom, two when you're showering you can remove it for cleaning, and three is of course when I'm fucking you or having you fuck yourself with the vibrator. Understand slut?"

"Yes sir," came the soft reply.

"Good, now it's time for your punishment." Climbing off the bed, Rosco removed a small whip from the bag. "I expect a thank you for each stroke as you count," he ordered, remembering what he had read in one of those books. Without another word, he laid a strike against the upraised ass before him.

"One, thank you sir...two, thank you sir..." and so it went, until Rosco finally stopped at twenty lashes.

Grabbing the bag, Rosco returned the whip and left the cell, locking it behind him. "I'm going to put your video up in a safe place. I want you to kneel on the floor and wait for me to return."

"Yes sir," Bo quietly responded. Moving slowly, he shifted his sore body from the cot and kneeled on the hard concrete floor.

Rosco watch him, enjoying the power he had over the other man. "I'm not a cruel man slut, you may kneel on the pillow."

"Yes sir...thank you sir," Bo respectfully accepted the gift, keeping his opinions of the type of man Rosco was to himself. Kneeling on the pillow, Bo waited with bowed head for Rosco to return. As he waited, his soul cried out for the loss of the life he had known as it trembled with fear for what the future held.

TBC

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Hot Summer Nights Ch. 03



Disclaimer: I don't own Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: OOC; Slash; Non-con; BDSM

Rating: FRAO


Bo stepped out of the cell, more relieved than he could say to see an end come to his five day sentence. A hand on his shoulder froze him in his tracks. Submissively dropping his head, he waited for Rosco's orders.

"I'll be in touch soon slut, make sure you're ready for me."

"Yes sir," Bo quickly responded. "May I go now sir?"

"Luke's upstairs waiting for ya, just got to sign for your property and you're free to leave...the jail."

Bo hid his shudder, "Thank you sir." A slight pressure against his back signaled that it was okay to go up the steps. Without another word, he climbed upward, grinning happily when he spotted his cousin. "Hey Luke, thanks for coming to pick me up."

"Well I was tempted to leave you, been awful peaceful at night with you gone," Luke teased. "But I decided it was worth listening to ya snore if it means I've got help with the chores."

"I don't snore Luke, I keep telling you that." Bo was amazed at how easily he fell back into the teasing banter he had always shared with his older cousin. It didn't seem possible that after all he'd been put through over the last five nights that he should be able to behave normally again. Quickly accepting his private property from Enos, Bo wasted no time in getting out of the courthouse.

"Hey Bo!" Luke called after him, shooting Enos an apologetic smile. "Wait up will ya?" he called as he ran after his cousin. 

Bo ignored him until he was perched on the driver's door of the General. "Come on Luke, hurry up."

Luke confidently slid into the passenger seat just as Bo lowered himself into the driver's spot. "What's your hurry?"

"Just want to get out of here before Boss changes his mind and decides to give me more jail time," Bo quickly explained.

Luke smiled, "Guess I can understand that. Sorry we couldn't talk him into setting bail, I know ya must've been bored to tears sitting in there."

"Yeah, cried every night," Bo joked, knowing Luke had no idea of the truth in his words.

"Poor baby," Luke smirked. "Tell ya what, if it's okay with Uncle Jesse, we could go to the Boar's Nest tonight."

Bo opened his mouth to say yes when it hit him, that had been what had started his nightmare. "Nah that's okay Luke. I think I'd rather just stay home tonight."

Luke shot him a concerned glance, "You sure you're alright Bo?"

"What do ya mean?" Bo nervously asked. Had he said something, done something to make Luke suspicious?

"I just expected you to want to get out and have some fun after five days locked in a cell with nothing to do." Luke explained. He hadn't missed the nervous way Bo had responded to his question, but decided for now to let it slide. 

"Yeah, but the Boar's Nest is where I got into trouble," Bo points out. "Guess I just don't want to chance more trouble right after I got out of jail."

"Well, can't blame ya for that I suppose."

"Glad I've got your approval," Bo smirked.

"Oh you've got that alright, I'm all for anything that means less competition for the girls."

"Cute Luke," Bo returned with the response he usually resorted to when unable to think of anything else to say. 

Several days had passed without contact from Rosco, leaving Bo to hope that his nightmare was over. The sound of sirens behind him, destroyed that hope. Thankful that he was alone and fearful of what would happen if he tried to outrun the man who now owned him, he guided the powerful stock car to the side of the road.

Rosco parked his car behind the General and climbed out. Stalking up to the driver's window, he grinned at Bo. "Out for a drive slut?"

"Yes sir," Bo quietly replied, his eyes focused on his hands resting on the steering wheel.

"You got your plug in?"

Bo blushed, dropping his head, "Yes sir."

"Good. Get out and come back to my car slut."

Bo climbed out of the General and reluctantly followed Rosco to the back of his car. He watched as Rosco opened the trunk and took a bag from the car. He was surprised when the bag was thrust into his hands. "Sir?"

"Go to the old sawmill, strip, put on the things in the bag and wait for me."

Bo heaved a tired sigh, "Yes sir." Turning away, he began walking back to the General, stopping when Rosco called to him.

Rosco grinned, enjoying the power he had over the handsome young man. "Did I tell you to leave slut?" The sheriff felt a thrill of lust as Bo turned to face him, quietly admitting that he had not been given permission. "Remind me to punish you when I get to the sawmill."

"Yes sir."

"Better not forget slut, it'll just earn ya more punishment," he warned the boy.

Bo stared at his feet, "I won't sir."

"Good boy. Now after you get them things on and are in position I want ya to start slowly stroking yourself."

"Yes sir," Bo mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.

"Now you can go, I'll be along in a bit."

"Yes sir." Bo turned around again and continued to the General. Climbing in he started the motor and pulled back onto the road. For the first time in his life, he found himself driving slowly, anxious to delay his arrival at the old sawmill for as long as he could. Having delayed the inevitable for as long as possible, he finally pulled up at his destination. Slowly climbing from the car, he carried the bag into the old building and sat it on one of the old conveyor belts. Reluctantly he did as Rosco had ordered. Stripping, he laid his clothes aside and reached into the bag. The first thing he pulled out was his collar, next came a leash followed by a cock ring. Bo had thought the collar would be the worst item Rosco could use to humiliate him, that had been before he was introduced to the cock ring. With the ring keeping his cock hard and preventing him from cumming, he would eventually begin to beg as his body became desperate for release. His eyes filled with tears as he attached the things as he'd been ordered. Turning to face the door, he kneeled on the rough wood floor and began to stroke his cock to hardness as he waited for Rosco's arrival.

Rosco drove to his favorite speed trap and settled in to wait for somebody to come along. He grinned as he imagined Bo up at the sawmill, waiting for him as he stroked his cock getting himself more and more ready to cum. He wondered what the boy would do as his body begged for a release that wasn't coming. Rosco chortled at the unintended pun, amused by the play on words.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting, without a watch it was impossible to keep track of time. Bo had, soon after beginning to obey Rosco's order, lost track of everything except the demands of his body. Whimpering, he fought the urge to remove the ring, giving himself the release his body desperately desired. It was a losing battle, the more he stroked his cock the stronger the need became. After what seemed like hours he gave into the desires and needs of his body. With shaking hands he removed the ring and in two short strokes he gave a guttural cry as he shot his load onto the wood floor of the sawmill.

"Who gave you permission to cum slut?" Rosco had arrived a few minutes earlier, turning off his car when he was a hundred yards from the sawmill, he had let it coast to a stop behind the General. Sneaking up to the building, he had peeked in through a small window just in time to see Bo remove the cock ring.

Bo jerked, staring up at Rosco he couldn't hide the fear that washed through him at the older man's arrival. "Nnobody sir."

"Then why did you take off the ring?"

"It hurt sir, I needed to cum so badly sir and I just couldn't stand it anymore," Bo miserably explained.

"I see, and now you're disobeying my orders again."

Bo thought this over, trying to figure out what Rosco was talking about. Suddenly it hit him, "I need to remind you to punish me sir for walking away from you earlier without permission."

"That's better," Rosco nodded, satisfied with the reminder. "First though I think you need to clean up the mess you made, use your tongue."

"Yes sir," Bo whispered. Shuddering with revulsion, he nevertheless leaned forward and began to lick the cum from the filthy floor. Rocking back on his heels, he waited nervously for Rosco's next move.

"Put the ring back on slut." Rosco waited, tapping his foot impatiently as the blond put the ring back in place, smiling when the boy began to stroke his cock without being told. "That won't keep you from being punished ya know." He frowned as Bo stopped his movements, "I didn't tell you to stop slut, keep stroking it."

"Yes sir," Bo mumbled, going back to what he'd started. 

Rosco watched him for a few more minutes, waiting until the boy's cock was fully erect before he allowed him to stop. "Stand up and bend over the conveyor belt slut."

Bo wanted to argue, but he didn't dare. His time in the jail had taught him well the results of arguing with the older man. Standing up, he walked to the conveyor belt and leaned over it. He bit his lip as the first lash of the belt hit him, "One, thank you sir." He continued to count the strikes, thankful and surprised when Rosco stopped after only five lashes.

"I was gonna give you more for removing the ring without my permission, but I think I figured out a better punishment." Rosco explained, an idea having come to him as he had remembered something he'd read in one of his books. 

"Yes sir?"

"I'll tell you later slut, after I fuck you." Taking off his own pants, Rosco moved behind the younger man, "Spread your legs slut." Pulling the plug from Bo's ass, he applied lube to his dick and in one stroke buried himself to the hilt, ignoring the cry of pain that came from the blond. "Tell me what you want slut," he groaned.

"Fuck my slut ass sir, please fuck me sir," Bo dutifully requested. He groaned, his face coloring with shame as his body reacted to what Rosco was doing. He fought it every step of the way, but it was useless. Each stroke of Rosco's dick inside him brushed over a spot that sent jolts of pleasure through him. Soon he was pushing back against the older man, his body eagerly accepting the powerful thrusts, his own moans of pleasure mixing with Rosco's. 

"Oh yeah, so tight...you've got an ass that's just made for fucking slut." Rosco panted. Pulling nearly all the way out, he slammed home again, making sure to brush over the boy's prostate. "Stroke yourself slut," he ordered as he repeated his thrusts. 

"Yes sssir," Bo stuttered. Reaching for his already aching cock, he began to stroke it. Predictably his body responded forcefully to his actions. Desperate to cum, he instinctively thrust back against Rosco, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Please...oh god, please let me cum sir...please, I need to cum, please let me," he began to beg, need driving him past his normal inhibitions.

"Why should I?"

"Please...I'll do anything sir, please let me cum, please."

"You'll do anything I say anyway slut."

Bo moaned, defeated by Rosco's response. What could he offer? How was he to convince Rosco to allow him to cum? After the older man had introduced the ring to his games the promise to do anything had been enough. Bo thought and thought, wracking his brain as he tried to figure out what Rosco wanted this time.

"Will you promise to willingly service any man I order you to?"

"No...please sir not that, please don't make me do that," Bo begged, horrified by the proposition.

"It's the only way I'll let you cum," Rosco coldly informed him. He didn't have any real intention of forcing him to service another man, but Bo didn't know that. The thought did hold a certain appeal, but it was too risky. The more people who knew of his arrangement with Bo, the better the odds of the wrong people finding out.

Bo choked back a sob, biting his lip as he fought with himself. He couldn't do it, but...oh god! Silently he cried out as another surge of pleasure went through him, strong enough to bring him to his knees, if not for Rosco's grip on his hips it would have done just that. He couldn't take it, each stroke was driving him wild with desire and need. Almost as if his cock were doing the talking, Bo found himself spewing the words Rosco demanded. "Yes sir, I'll willingly service any man you say for me to if you'll let me cum," the desperate promise followed quickly by a sob.

"Your word as a Duke," Rosco demanded.

"I gggive my wwword as a Duke to do as you say and service any man you want me to. Please sir let me cum," he begged again.

Without another word, Rosco released the cock ring. "Cum slut," he whispered in Bo's ear. Bo's cry of pleasure as he was finally allowed the release his body craved was nearly drowned out by that of the sheriff as he came in the boy's ass, shooting his load deep into his bowels. Panting heavily, Rosco grabbed the butt plug and smoothly replaced his dick with the plug. "Clean me slut," he ordered, stepping away from the boy.

"Yes sir," Bo obeyed. Pushing himself off the conveyor belt, he turned and dropped to his knees, quickly cleaning the older man's cock. "Thank you sir," he dutifully spoke the words he knew were expected.

Rosco smiled down at him, running his hand through Bo's hair. "Now slut, your punishment for removing the ring and cumming without permission."

Bo dropped his head. He didn't know what Rosco had in mind, but he dreaded it, knowing that if he had decided against lashes with the belt, whatever he did would probably be worse.

"Since you like playing with your cock I think I'll let you."

"Sir?" Bo looked up, confusion written on his face.

"Until I contact you again I want you to go into your bathroom every night after the rest of your family is asleep. Once in there, I want you to turn on the light and stand in front of the window jacking off." Rosco paused, enjoying the relief he saw in the boy's eyes. "But I want you to stop short of cumming, I'll be there watching every night to make sure you do as you're told."

Bo dropped his head, he should've known there was more to the order than had first appeared. "Yes sir."

"I'm going to give you a bug to plant in your bedroom when you leave here today."

"Sir?"

"I can't trust you to obey me slut, you think I don't know that. This way I'll know that you're not going to sneak off to your bedroom and finish yourself off." Rosco explained. Of course he didn't have any kind of listening device, but Bo didn't know that and he did still have the sample bug he'd gotten at that training seminar he'd attended a few months ago. It looked exactly like the real thing, it just didn't have anything that would allow him to actually hear what was happening in that room. "Don't think you can go sneaking off in the daytime either," he warned. "I'll be watching you and you'll never know when I might show up. I promise you won't like what happens if I catch you disobeying me again. You understand me slut?"

"Yes sir, I understand." Bo quietly replied. 

"Good, now get dressed and bring the bag of toys outside." 

Bo remained kneeling until Rosco had walked outside. Pushing himself to his feet, he began to remove the things he'd been ordered to wear, placing them back in the bag. Quickly getting dressed, he picked up the bag and walked outside, handing it to Rosco. "Here are your things sir."

"Yes they are my things, aren't they?" Rosco mused.

"Yes sir," Bo replied, puzzled by the question.

"You too," Rosco stated, looking him up and down.

Bo ducked his head, "Yes sir," he agreed, knowing it was true. 

"Just don't you forget it slut. You belong to me, every inch of your body is mine to do with as I please."

"Yes sir," Bo shuddered.

Rosco reached into the trunk and pulled out the listening device, "Here slut. You go on home and don't forget to follow orders tonight. I'll be watching and I expect to see you standing at that window, playing with my cock tonight." He emphasized the word my, making it clear that Bo's cock was no longer his own to control.

"Yes sir," Bo mumbled. Taking the bug, he dropped his head and waited for Rosco to give him permission to leave.

Rosco smiled, good, it seemed the boy had learned something today. "You may leave now slut."

"Thank you sir." Backing away, Bo turned and hurried to the General as quickly as his sore body would allow. Carefully he climbed into the car and pulled away from the old sawmill. As he drove home, Bo's mind continually replayed the events of the afternoon, bringing an unwanted response from his body. He didn't understand this, he should be repelled, sickened by the things Rosco had done to him, had forced him to do. Instead his cock was hardening as he remembered what had happened and thought of what he would have to do tonight and every night until Rosco contacted him again. Even the thought of being forced to service other men, while not turning him on, wasn't sickening him as he would have expected. God what is wrong with me? I'm so sorry Lord, I never meant to turn into a pervert. Please God help me, please cleanse me of these reactions to Rosco's perversions, he silently prayed as he drove along the back roads of Hazzard.

TBC

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Hot Summer Nights Ch. 03



Chapter 3 Friends Swap

I lay there kissing you as you straddle me, hard and very passionately on the mouth, barely letting up for air. Then someone knocks on the door, three knocks, it is Carina, and I know it before the door even creaks open. You don't move, still devouring my lips as if they were the only nourishment you have had for days. The door slowly creaks open only a little, I don't know if you do not hear it, or just don't care, but I pull back lightly from your embrace to mention the door opening when Carina lies down next to me on her side staring at me.

You glance over and nonchalantly say hi, as if it were nothing that she was in the room with us as we are naked, and having just finished fucking like dogs. Then you lean over to her and start to kiss her passionately on the mouth, almost forcing your tongue deep down her throat as I stare. The two of you break your kiss and Carina leans over and starts to kiss me, with me being a little hesitant not knowing what is going on, then just giving in and drinking the experience in.

Carina break apart from our kiss, me still trying to kiss her as she pulls away, and she stands up and off away from the bed just a little bit. Then she starts dancing to the beat of the music playing out in the rest of the house, seductively showing that she can dance and is more than flexible, as she slowly strips in front of us. I can't look away, even though I have known her nearly all my life and have considered her like a little sister, I just can't turn away. 

I have honestly never been attracted to Carina, never once looking at her as a girl I would be interested in dating let alone fucking, but now I see that I have been badly mistaken. Her short blonde hair frames her face just right, allowing you to notice her thin long elegant neck, she is slender and you can see her collar bones and the slight dip just above them, what I have never noticed and probably would never have till now, is that she has huge heavy breasts with small pink areolas and tiny erect nipples, her arms and legs are long thin and elegant looking, her tummy showing the signs of someone who works out regularly, her skin so pale and perfect, and thin hairless pussy lips that are glistening gold in the minute light that is available in the room. 

As she finishes her strip tease she comes back over and sits next to you on the bed kissing you hard while I watch in amazement. I have heard of women kissing and having sex with one another, I have even seen it in porn movies, but other than girls just goofing around and kissing to make the guys all hot and bothered, I have never seen it in front of me! The two of you stop kissing, then Carina starts to devour my mouth as hungrily as she did yours, and while she does I feel you move, but where did you go?

Carina straddles me as she kisses me hard underneath her, feeling her way over checking to see if she will need to liven me up, but she doesn't, and slide right on my rock hard cock. She has my attention, I am not even thinking about where you went now, I almost don't care, but as she releases her lips from mine I see you in the chair in the corner, still as naked as you were just a few minutes ago. I can barely tell from my slight glance but it looks like you are slouched back in the oversized chair, legs spread wide apart with your one hand rubbing your clit as your other hand is fondling one of your own heavy breasts. 

Carina reaches down and grabs my hands, firmly placing them one on each of her breasts, squeezing my hands tight into them as she began to ride me slow and hard. I rubbed and squeezed her breasts kneading them, playing with her nipples hard as I watched her tight glistening wet pussy strained against my cock, the skin around it stretching with each wonderful stroke. I couldn't believe this, my friend for years, whom I have never thought of in a sexual manner, is sitting here riding my rock hard cock just moments after I had just fucked and eaten out her friends tight pussy, and to top it all off she is hotter than I could have ever imagined. 

It doesn't take long before she starts to moan, leaning back trying to get more of me inside of her, hitting her G-spot, she starts to rub her clit softly as her other arm reaches back for support. I glance over at you and you are on the edge of the seat, almost falling off, rubbing your clit harder as your body tenses up and you start to whimper and moan. Just as I look back she starts to lean forward and starts to kiss me, I pull her in tight and kiss her as hard as she kisses me, one hand holding her head tight to mine as my other hand is helping her to fuck me harder.

She is close, I can feel it, her tight pussy is getting tighter and I can feel her thighs begin to tremble as her heartbeat beats hard in her chest. She pulls away from our kiss, grinding her clit hard on my pelvis and abdomen as she rides me harder and faster. She is definitely about to blow, and I here you letting out little screams as you cum in the corner while watching your friend fuck the shit out of the guy you requested to seduce you, and then fucked the hell out of your tight pussy. 

Just as your orgasm subsides, hers climaxes, bringing me to the edge with her as she bucks hard, flailing around as her heavy breasts bounce and glisten from the sweat beading upon them. I have both of my hands on her waist now, pulling her hard onto my cock as she rides me, making sure that she grinds her clit with each and every stroke on my cock. She is nearly done coming as I start to grunt loudly and spurt my sticky hot goo deep inside her, thrust up my hips to meet hers as I pull her down onto mine hard. The feeling of my juices welling inside her keeping her going till I release her hips and almost pass out from exhaustion. 

She lays down on me, her heavy breasts hot from all of the action, poking me with her still very hard and erect tiny nipples. She whispers into my ear as I lay there exhausted, "Come on Tiger, you can't be done yet!" 

I answer back, "Why? What do you mean?"

Then Carina seductively looks over at you, as you stand up, still a little weak in your knees, and walking over to the bed. I gasp, I don't know what to think, is it possible that I might be thrown the chance for a threesome with two of the hottest women I have ever met? Then I ask, "What, am I supposed to do, fuck you both again?"

Carina grins a devilish grin while looking over at you, then looks back at me and says, "Not just yet, but soon. We will let you rest up as we warm up. Feel free to pleasure yourself as you watch."

I am stunned as they both escort me over to the chair in the corner, sitting me down and each kissing me sharply, one as the other is licking and probing my body. I didn't think it was my birthday, but I am sure enjoying the present that is being presented to me.



Hot Summer Nights Ch. 04



Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: Angst, Slash, Non-Con, BDSM, OOC

Rating: FRAO

Italics and/or // indicates a flashback.

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He watched from a distance as the two men left the old sawmill. He couldn't understand why the boy didn't tell anybody what the sheriff was doing to him. He couldn't like it, could he? No, there was no way any man would enjoy the things Rosco was undoubtedly forcing on him. Which brought him back to his original question. Why wasn't the Duke boy reporting the attacks he was enduring? There had to be a reason. He'd find it too, or his name wasn't Bert Samuels. He thought back to the start, it had been so easy to manipulate the middle-aged sheriff.

//Bert waited in the cheap hotel room for the occupant to return. Namely, Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane of Hazzard County. Bert had sat in his prison cell for the past two years, plotting his revenge against Coltrane and his brother J.D. Hogg. It had taken him some time to figure out the perfect way to destroy them both. Best of all, he could also gain revenge against the Duke family for the hand they had in his incarceration. Checking out every book he could find in the prison library, he had studied hard, practicing diligently on fellow prisoners until he was an expert. He had been paroled a month ago and immediately had returned to Hazzard. He had watched his prey carefully, listening to every rumor about the man he could pick up. 

Finally he'd gotten the break he'd been waiting for. A seminar on police procedures, god he loved irony, held in Atlanta, far away from Hazzard. He'd broken into the Coltrane home a few days before the seminar. Ignoring the valuables, he had searched for only one thing; the sheriff's schedule and where he would be staying while in Atlanta. He had driven to the city the day before the seminar, checking into the same hotel which would house the sheriff; he settled in to wait. 

He didn't have to wait for long. The door opened, admitting Coltrane to the room. Bert waited for the door to shut, then made his move. Before the other man knew what was happening, Bert had stuck a syringe into his arm and depressed the plunger. Almost instantly Coltrane passed out, hitting the floor with a muffled thud. Bert had dragged him to a chair and tied him in it. Moving to the bed, he laid down and picked up the remote for the television. Settling in, he relaxed as he waited for Coltrane to regain consciousness.

The first moan had taken him by surprise, but by the time the sheriff was fully awake Bert was in place and ready to get to work.//

It had been laughably easy to hypnotize the old fool, Bert thought. He had planted the suggestion that the next time one of the Duke boys was in the jail as the only prisoner, Rosco would rape him. Bert had expected that the boy would tell his family and press charges as soon as he was out of the jail. The resulting scandal would destroy Coltrane and by association Hogg. So why hadn't the boy told? Why was he meeting the man in private? Bert quickly came to the conclusion that he would need to keep an eye on the two men until he could figure out exactly what was going. Once he knew that, then he could make sure it became public knowledge.

Ten days passed, days of torture for Bo Duke as he obeyed Rosco's orders. He was slowly being driven insane by the continual torment. Each night when he reached the point where he had to stop masturbating or risk cumming, he would take the coldest shower he could stand. It was the only way he could alleviate the discomfort of his erection. Unfortunately it didn't diminish the desire he felt, and with each night his desire for completion grew. 

He had considered going somewhere, one of Jesse's old still sites maybe, and finding relief from the torment. Even going as far as to leave the house one afternoon, alone, and driving to one of the sites. He had quickly discovered that the fear of being caught kept him from even getting an erection, leaving him depressed and more desperate than before. 

That had been four days ago. Last night, hot with shame, Bo had decided that he would have to approach Rosco. So here he was, driving around the back roads, searching for the sheriff and cursing his weakness with each mile traveled. There he is, finally, Bo thought to himself. Pulling up next to the sheriff's car, he climbed from the General and carefully approached, his eyes on the ground. "Excuse me sir, may I talk to you sir?" he timidly asked. God he hated the fear Rosco had brought to his life. 

Rosco had heard the car pull up of course, had recognized the sound of the powerful engine. Purposely, he kept his head down, focusing on the book he was reading. Looking up, he kept his expression stern. "What is it slut?"

"I'm sorry I took the ring off without your permission sir, it won't ever happen again."

"That's good slut."

"I was wondering sir," Bo licked his lips nervously. "Could you please let me cum sir?"

"Why would I want to do that slut?"

"I don't know sir," Bo quietly replied. "Please sir, I can't stand it any more. Please sir, let my punishment stop," he softly plead.

"There's only one way I'll let you cum slut."

"How sir?"

"You can cum while I'm fucking you," Rosco coldly replied.

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

"What are you thanking me for slut, I didn't say I was going to fuck you. You saying you want me to fuck you slut?"

Bo's face grew hot with shame as he nodded his head.

Rosco smirked, "What was that slut? I can't hear you."

Bo swallowed, "I want you to fuck me sir."

Rosco smiled as he climbed from the car; he walked to the trunk and opened it. "Take these things to the old sawmill and get yourself ready slut. I'll be there in a while." Handing Bo a bag, he shut the trunk and returned to his seat. "Go on slut, oh and this time when I pull up I want you to bend over the conveyor belt and wait for me to come inside."

"Yes sir, thank you sir." With a heavy heart, Bo returned to the General and left for the sawmill. A few minutes later, he arrived and went inside. Slowly he stripped and opened the bag, paling at what he saw inside. He began with the collar and leash. As he attached the cock ring, his hands began to tremble with the knowledge of what would come next. Taking a deep breath, Bo pulled the final item from the bag. Looking at the small devices, he shuddered in anticipation of the pain he knew was coming. Rosco had introduced him to these torture instruments while he was still in the jail; he had quickly grown to hate them. Kneeling on the floor he mentally readied himself. With badly shaking hands, he took one more deep breath and snapped the nipple clamps into place. He was glad he was already kneeling; he was sure the pain would have brought him to his knees if he hadn't already been there. Breathing in panting breaths, he waited for the pain to subside to a tolerable level as he waited for Rosco's arrival.

About the time the pain lessened, Bo heard a car pull up outside. Standing up, he walked to the conveyor belt and leaned over it.

Rosco smiled as he stepped into the sawmill. He leered hungrily at the young man who waited for him, his ass in position for him to use. "Spread your legs slut."

"Yes sir," Bo quietly acknowledged. He trembled with a combination of fear and desire, the desire bringing a flush of shame to his cheeks. How could he desire Rosco's touch, any man's touch, after what he'd been put through? Bo didn't understand his reactions, he only knew that he felt ashamed of himself for having them.

Rosco wasted no time, ten days without that tight ass had him hornier than he'd ever felt in his life. Quickly he rid himself of his clothes and barely taking the time to lube his dick, he plunged into Bo's body. His cry of pleasure mixing with Bo's cry of pain. Rosco grabbed the boy's hips in a bruising grip as he set up a brutal pace, his pleasure rapidly building. "Do you want to cum slut?"

"Yes sir, please let me cum sir," Bo begged, his cock hard and weeping.

Rosco grinned in satisfaction; reaching around the younger man he deftly removed the cock ring. "Cum slut," he ordered.

With a loud cry, Bo quickly fell over the edge of ecstasy. His body trembling and shaking, he came violently, spilling his seed onto the filthy floor. 

Caught up in their own pleasure, neither man noticed Bert at the window, happily snapping pictures. Bert grinned, he had the bastard now. If the Duke boy wouldn't report the sheriff for what he'd done, then Bert would just have to do it himself. The tears that streaked the younger man's face, combined with the look of anguished pleasure, made it clear that this was happening against his will. Noticing that Rosco was moving, pulling away from the body in front of him, Bert quickly ducked down out of sight. Moving carefully, he made his way back into the trees to where he'd hidden his car. Opening the door he tossed the camera onto the seat and started to get in. Freezing, one foot in the car, he suddenly reversed course. Quietly closing the door, he went back to the hill that overlooked the old building. Settling down, he prepared to wait for the sheriff to leave. He didn't have to wait long, apparently Rosco didn't have much time to spare today. Thirty minutes after Bert had squatted down, the door of the sawmill opened and out stepped the sheriff. Strutting like a peacock, he made his way to his car, tossing a bag into the trunk and quickly leaving the area. Bert knew he shouldn't, but curiosity had long been one of his faults and now was no exception. Hurrying down the hill, he pushed open the door of the sawmill to the sight of Bo Duke kneeling on the floor, his arms wrapped around himself in abject misery.

Bo's head jerked up at the sound of the door opening, terrified that Rosco had changed his mind, wanting to use him again. "Wwho are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," Bert replied. "What's important is what I am, and that is your salvation."

"Salvation? What do you mean?" Bo pushed himself to his feet, taking an uncertain step away from the stranger.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you," Bert soothed. The comforting smile he gave Bo, offered no hint to the plan that was even then forming in his devious mind. "I was out here bird watching and I heard your cries of pain."

Bo flushed red, "You ssssaw?"

"Yes I did and it's pretty obvious you aren't here by choice, or am I misreading the situation?"

"No, I ain't here by choice." Bo confirmed, though he made no mention of the shameful desires he had begun to feel.

"So the sheriff is forcing you, raping you?" Bert quietly asked.

"You can't tell anybody," Bo quickly cried out. "Please mister, ya can't tell anybody about this."

"Calm down son," Bert soothed. "I don't understand, don't you want him to pay for what he's doing to you?"

"I can't stop him or..."

"Or?"

"I better not tell you," Bo mumbled, looking away.

"What's your name son?"

"Bo Du..., um just Bo."

Bert smiled, "Hello Bo, my name is Bert. I'd like to help you if you'll let me," he offered.

"Why would you want to help me? You don't even know me."

"I don't like seeing anybody being taken advantage of, especially by those who are supposed to be trusted." Bert waited patiently, when Bo made no response he tried again. "You said I can't tell, please tell me why not."

"I...it's a long story."

"I have time."

Desperate for help and unable to go to his family, Bo found himself pouring out the story to Bert. "Now he owns me, I ain't nothing but a toy for him to do with what he wants, " Bo ended his story. Hanging his head in shame, he waited for the other man to turn his back and walk away.

"Bo, I took pictures that show how miserable you are," Bert reluctantly confessed, while inside he jumped with glee.

"Pictures? You mean today? Of me and Rosco having sex?" Bo stared at Bert, horrified at the prospect.

"No," Bert replied. "Pictures of that man raping you," Bert countered. "Bo what he did was rape and the tears on your face make it clear you were unwilling. I can give you the pictures and negatives, you can use them to trade to him for the video and pictures he has."

"You'd do that?"

"Of course I would."

"If I did that, there'd be no proof of what he did, but at least he couldn't force me to let him use me any more," Bo thought out loud.

"There'd still be proof Bo."

"There would?"

"Yes there would," Bert smiled. "You see, I'd make extra copies. You would only give the sheriff two sets and the negatives, but you would keep the other two sets of prints I'd make."

"What would I do with them?"

Bert sighed, "Take them to the State police and have him charged with rape. You don't want him to get away with it, do you?"

"No, but then everybody would know what I am," Bo countered.

"They'd know you're the victim of a horrible crime, that's all they'd know." Bert could see the boy was wavering. As many rumors as he'd heard around town about Coltrane, he'd heard just as much talk about the Dukes. The one thing that seemed to be a common theme was their willingness to help others, even at risk to themselves. Now, he decided, was the time to use that knowledge to his advantage. "Bo, if you don't report him, he could do the same thing to somebody else," Bert calmly pointed out.

Bo's head snapped up, his eyes wide with fear and self-loathing, he hadn't thought of that. The lessons he'd learned at his uncle's knee came back to him and Bo knew what he had to do. "You're right Bert, I have to stop him," Bo firmly decided.

"Good, now I need to develop the film and make prints. I suggest that you contact the sheriff when you leave him, tell him about the pictures and that you want to make a trade. You and I will meet back here tomorrow at two in the afternoon, and I'll give you the pictures and negatives. Tell him to meet you here at four, that will give you time to hide the extra pictures in a safe place and get back here. While you're gone, I'll set up a tape player so you can try to get him to admit to what he did."

"You ain't a cop are ya Bert?" Bo asked.

Bert gave a genuine laugh in reaction to the innocent question. "No Bo, I'm not a cop. Guess maybe I've watched a few too many detective shows and read a few too many Ellery Queen mysteries. I always did want to solve a mystery and catch the bad guy," he lied. 

"Oh, good thing for me you came along then."

"I'm glad I came along too Bo, nobody should have to suffer what you have been. Anyway, you come back here just before four and when he arrives you make the trade. Once you have the video and pictures they can be destroyed. Then you take the pictures I took and the tape to the State police, bringing an end to that man's ability to hurt anybody else."

Bo nodded. Looking up from his perusal of the floor, he shot a grateful glance Bert's way. "Thank you Bert, you'll never know what this means to me."

"I'm just glad I can help Bo. You better get going so you can make the arrangements, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Thanks again Bert, I'll see ya tomorrow." Feeling lighter than he had since that first night in the jail, Bo hurried from the sawmill and headed off to find Rosco.

Bert stood in the doorway, watching the orange car disappearing in a cloud of dust. "Just a few days Coltrane," he mumbled. He didn't fool himself, though Bo honestly wanted to stop the sheriff, it would likely take him a couple of days to work up his nerve to carry out their plan in full. Grinning gleefully, he laughed as he pictured the look on Coltrane and Hogg's faces when the State police arrived to arrest the sheriff for rape, extortion and abuse of power. 

TBC

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Hot Summer Nights Ch. 04



Chapter 4 Lesbian Love Show

The two of you walk seductively back over to the bed, with you first climbing on with your ass high in the air, Carina is licking at your pussy as you crawl away, and she joins you. You lay flat on the bed and spread your legs wide as Carina climbs up between them, laying her heavy breasts down on yours, nipple to nipple as she kisses you softly, and seductively. 

You return her kisses, sucking on one of her lips playfully as she tries to pull away, then pulling her up high onto you so you can suck and lick at her beautiful breasts. I am so exhausted that I can't move yet my cock is rock hard and aching for attention. 

Carina moans as you suck hard on her tiny nipples, goose bumps start forming all over her body as sweat begins to bead up along her skin, she is rubbing her hot wet pussy hard against your breasts as she straddles your magnificent chest. The sight as picturesque as one of the most beautiful nature scenes I have ever seen, like out of a classy pornography magazine, only hooter because I can feel the heat coming off of your bodies and smell the sweet musk of your now sopping wet pussies.

I ache, I yearn, no I long to feel the inside of both of you so bad that my balls, heavy and sagging, now ache to release themselves of their growing heavy burden. 

Carina pulls her breast away from you, quickly sliding down your body searching for her meal, only stopping when she sees and smells the pungent musk that permeates from your waiting pussy. She lowers her head down and starts to hungrily lick at your sweet nectar as it drips down your inner thigh, only moving her attention away when she notices that there is no more to drink, and refocuses her attention towards her intended goal. She buries her face deep between your legs, licking away in circles on your clit, stopping only momentarily to suck it into her mouth, and then returning back to her rhythmic motion.

You are moaning now, your breath heavy, sweat beading along your skin as well as she devours you sweet pussy. Thankfully I have regained some energy back now, and I start to caress my cock, massaging away the ache that has built up there as I have sat here watching her hungrily please you. I am careful to not stroke it too fast or too hard, I do not want to cum, just ease the pain for now, that way I am able to join the two of you when my time has come. 

Your moaning grows louder as your breath is even faster than before, the sweat on your body starts to pool wherever it can and your body is starting to tremble. I see your legs flex as you restrain yourself from wrapping them tightly around her head. You begin to rock your body up and down on the bed as you grab a fist full of her sweat soaked hair, arching your back backwards as you flail your head from side to side.

I know hat is happening, so does Carina and she reacts swiftly, moving a hand up under her chin she inserts a finger deep within your drenched pussy, moving it in and out like a miniature cock, fucking you hard and fast, rubbing on your G-spot vigorously. You let out a scream as your pussy squirts all over her face, arching your back further as you almost sit straight up, with both hands grabbing and pulling her hair as you try to bury her face deeper into your lap. I can see the juices running down Carina's face as she lifts it from your pussy, reaching up and grabbing you, pulling you close as she kisses you and affords you the opportunity to taste what you have done. 

Your embrace is short lived as you quickly throw her over on the bed and start to position yourself so that you can return the favor. You are a lot gentler than she was, taking your time as you lick her swollen pussy in circles on her clit, deciding to lend your hand early, and begin to insert one finger as she did, caressing her G-spot slowly as you lick away. She reaches up and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you tightly down on her wet pussy as she rubs one of her nipples with spare hand. 

Your ass swaying in the air as if you are keeping rhythm with an imaginary dance that you are dancing in your head, your pussy still dripping and oozing forth its juices. Carina is breathing very heavy, moaning each time your finger enters her pussy, her hair matted down by the sweat that is pouring off of her body. She isn't as nice as you were, as she grows closer to her climax she lifts up one leg at a time, locking them behind your head drawing it in closer still, yearning for her orgasm to come. 

Soon I can see Carina trembling, her moans growing louder, almost light screams of pleasure as you start to suck on her clit. She is close, and she feels it, as you return to licking her pussy she yanks you by the hair so that she can grind her clit hard on your tongue, not wanting to wait longer for her turn to cum. You resist her pulls, but you do start to finger her faster, licking faster, staring up at her face as she arches back and pulls hard on the two fists full of hair that she has in her hands. 

I continue to stroke my cock, resisting the urge to do so harder and faster because of the return of that ache I so much want to be rid of. Then I notice Carina tense up more rigid than a bent iron rod as your face begins to drip with her juices. As her orgasm subsides you quickly pull yourself up onto her, sharing what little is left on your face with her. 

I think that the two of you are done, but you aren't. You both sit up, laying one leg under the others, then placing the other over the others, grinding your pussies together as you both lean back and rock your hips. Your pussies' lip-to-lip, clit to clit, rubbing against one another like I had never seen before, amazing me beyond imagination ever could. Both of you are breathing heavy and beginning to moan, your skin slick with the sweat that you have sweated, glistening in the light. 

The faces that the two of you are making is indescribable, is it one of pleasure or of pain, I can't tell for certain, all I do know is that you both do not stop. You continue furiously, rubbing each other clit to clit, lip to lip. 

I don't know if I can continue to stroke my cock without exploding, but I can't stop, the pain too intense, I have never been turned on this much ever before, and I feel I never will again. I can't imagine being able to witness such a beautiful sight more than once in a lifetime, let alone this one time that I have been handed as if I had won the lottery without ever buying a ticket. 

Both of you begin to tense up and scream as you both cum hard on each other, but that doesn't stop you. It is almost like the two of you had forgotten that I was there, grinding away on each other without a care in the world, enjoying the feel of another woman's pussy, sopping wet, next to yours. I almost get up and join you, but you see me adjust myself and look over shaking your head no, telling me that it is not yet time for me to join the two of you. 

My balls ache so bad that I can't take it anymore. I begin to stroke harder on my cock, as it is harder and larger than I have ever seen it to be. Each stroke never bringing any form of satisfaction, just a deeper and duller ache from within my heavy balls, making me want to stop stroking my cock, but I can't. I need to cum. There is no, "I want to cum." I truly need to; otherwise I feel I may die from the pain. 

Just then I see the both of you tense up again, in unison, as more juices flow from within you onto the others pussy. Just then something happens, the ache is no longer there, just this feeling of electricity coursing through my body. My toes curl as my body tightens, my grip on my cock so tight that I fear that I will either rip it off or break it in some way. There it goes, I can feel it now, a thick wad of cum squirting out at an angle so perfect that it actually reaches out and lands on the two of you, then again, then again, and yet again. 

The both of you stare as it happens, wide eyed, shocked and amazed that it made the distance from me in the chair across the room and onto the two of you, at least ten or so feet away. I am embarrassed, almost apologetic, and I want to say something, but I can't, at least not in time before the two of you start to spoon it off of one another with a finger and lick it away. Your shock and amazement subsides and turns into raw hunger, a hunger that can only be satiated by having me between the two of you.



Hot Summer Nights Ch. 05



Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: Angst, Non-Con, OOC, BDSM

Rating: FRAO



Bo felt better than he had in weeks. Thanks to Bert it looked like his nightmare was nearly over. For the first time since he'd awakened in his cell, cuffed to the bars, he felt more like himself. Driving home, he grinned as the familiar urge to race the General took hold. Heading down a well-known road, he angled the powerful car just right, taking it into the air, accompanied by a rebel yell. Spinning the wheel, he brought the stock car around, traveling back over the same section, hitting another incline he propelled himself into the air. With each jump taken, each mile driven, he could feel his normal courage returning bit by bit. 

Finally he felt like he was ready to face the man who had become his own personal demon, thrusting him into hell. Turning the wheel, he headed off in search of the sheriff. It didn't take him long to find the man he sought. Bringing the General to a stop directly in front of the sheriff's patrol car, guaranteeing the man would have to listen, he climbed from the vehicle. "I need to talk to you s...Rosco," he demanded, his voice shaky in spite of his efforts to keep it steady.

Rosco stared at the younger man as though he were looking at a bug. "What did you just call me slut?"

Bo swallowed hard, "I cccalled you Rrosco." Stop it Bo, you've got the upper hand now, he reminded himself. All he had to lose was his reputation, the sheriff would be sent to prison for what he'd done.

"That's what I thought you called me. What did I tell you to call me slut?"

"My name ain't slut," he countered. 

Rosco stepped out of his car and headed for the trunk, "Needing some punishment slut?" 

"Told you Rosco that ain't my name," came the defiant answer. "I want that video tape and them pictures or you'll be facing charges."

Rosco shot him a disbelieving look, when had his slut gotten the nerve to make demands of him? "Getting brave slut? You want everybody in Hazzard to know what a cheap slut you are?"

"You want everybody in Hazzard to know you're a rapist?" Bo responded.

"Your word against mine and after they see that video there won't be any doubt whose telling the truth," Rosco sneered. Time to take back control, apparently the boy needed a lesson. Well this was a secluded spot, nobody would see anything from the road. Reaching into the trunk, he pulled out a whip and stepped towards Bo.

"I got pictures too Rosco," Bo announced, stopping the other man in his tracks.

Rosco's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean?"

"A birdwatcher saw everything today, he took pictures Rosco. Pictures that make it clear that I wasn't letting you fuck me cause I wanted to."

"Who?"

"You think I'm that dumb?" Bo scoffed. "I ain't telling you nothing, except for my terms. You meet me at the sawmill tomorrow at four, I'll give you the pictures and negatives in exchange for the video and pictures you took. After that, well I guess things will go back to normal."

"You better be telling me the truth slut or you'll damned sure regret it, that I can promise you," Rosco growled. "I'll take you to a club I heard about in Atlanta and share you with any man that wants ya," he threatened. A satisfied smile crossed his face as the younger man paled. "Get on out of here slut, I don't want to see you again before tomorrow afternoon."

"You just make sure you bring the video and pictures," Bo reminded. Turning away, he climbed back into the General and sped away.

The next afternoon found Bo at the sawmill, anxiously waiting for Bert. As the minutes ticked by, he began to think he had made a mistake in trusting the other man. Oh god, please let him get here. You know, Lord, what Rosco will do to me if he thinks I lied to him. Please God, don't let this nightmare continue, he silently prayed. Glancing at his watch, again, he saw that it was nearly half past two. Just then the sound of tires crunching on gravel reached his ears. As he made out Bert's face, his legs nearly buckled with the release of tension.

"I'm sorry I'm late Bo, I had a little trouble locating all of the equipment I needed," Bert apologized as he stepped from his car.

"That's okay Bert," Bo quietly accepted the apology. As badly as he wanted this to be over, he wasn't about to get angry with the man who was, as he'd said, his salvation. 

"Here's the pictures and negatives," Bert continued, handing him a large manila envelope. "And here's the extra sets of pictures," he added, handing him another envelope. 

"Thank you so much Bert," Bo sighed, holding the envelopes close to his chest.

"You're welcome Bo, I'm just glad I could help. Now you take those with you and hide the extras in a safe spot. While you're doing that, I'll get everything set up here. Of course when you get back my car won't be here, but I'll be nearby in case I'm needed."

"I don't know how to thank you Bert," Bo smiled. 

"You thank me by bringing that horrible man to justice," Bert responded. "Go on now, we both have jobs to do," he encouraged the younger man to be on his way. He stood outside, watching until the taillights of the General Lee had disappeared from sight. Turning around, he went inside and set himself up with a good spot to hide in, his tape recorder ready to capture every word spoken between Coltrane and Duke. Once he was satisfied that all was ready, he drove his car back to the place on the hill where he had hidden it the day before. Climbing back down the hill, he made it into his hiding place just before Bo Duke returned.

Pulling up at the sawmill, Bo was glad that he had gotten here before Rosco. The pictures Bert had taken had sickened him. He hadn't wanted to see them at all, but he had gotten the envelopes mixed up and needed to make sure he hid the one without negatives. Opening the envelope, he had tried not to see the pictures, to no avail. He hadn't wanted to see the look on his face as Rosco raped him, or the look on the sheriff's face. However, as if to pour salt in the wounds on his soul, when he opened the envelope several pictures spilled out. Picking them up, he couldn't help seeing the very thing he wished he could forget. Sighing heavily, Bo reminded himself that it would be worth what he had suffered if it kept Rosco from ever hurting another man as he had been. Climbing out of his car, he went inside and waited for the middle-aged sheriff to arrive.

Rosco was angry and frustrated. Who was this birdwatcher that dared to interfere in his business? What right did he have to ruin what he had going with the slut? Rosco heaved a sigh, he supposed he'd better stop thinking of Bo as the slut. In a short time, if the boy were telling the truth, he would be turning over the only things that allowed him to keep the younger man as his sex slave. He didn't suppose it would be the same, but maybe when this was over he could go to Atlanta and find a willing slave to satisfy his newly awakened desires. Parking his car next to the General, he opened the door and carried an envelope into the old structure. "You got the pictures?" he demanded of Bo as soon as he stepped through the opening.

"I got them, you got the video and pictures?"

"I got 'em," Rosco sullenly replied. "How you want to do this?"

"You show me your's and I'll show you mine," Bo suggested.

"Then what?"

"Slide them across the floor to each other."

"Fine," Rosco reluctantly agreed. Opening his envelope, he showed Bo the pictures he'd taken that first night and the video taken the second night. 

Bo nodded, turning back the flap of his own envelope, he showed Rosco the pictures and negatives he had. Placing them back inside and closing the flap, he waited for the sheriff to do the same. Once both men were ready, they each squatted down and slid the envelopes across the expanse of floor. The two men, each mirroring the other, grabbed the envelope he'd received and clutched it to his chest. "Why did you do it Rosco?" Bo asked.

"Wasn't planning on it," Rosco replied. "I came down to the cell planning to give you a whipping for fighting. Then I saw your ass all red and up in the air, well it was just more than I could stand."

"So you took pictures to blackmail me with and then raped me, because you were horny?" Bo asked in disbelief.

"It was more than that," Rosco denied. "You deserved to be punished for all the hell you've caused me over the years," he defended himself.

"I didn't deserve to be turned into your sex slave," Bo countered. "I didn't deserve to be beaten and sexually tortured, I didn't deserve to be treated like a cheap slut good for nothing more than for you to satisfy your lust on."

"It don't much matter does it slut?" Rosco sneered. "You got the material I blackmailed you with and I've got the pictures that prove you weren't willing, even though I did my best with that video to make it look like ya were, so it's over. You go home and destroy them things, I'll destroy these pictures and like you said, things can go back to normal."

"You're not even sorry are you?" Bo quietly asked.

"Why should I be? You Dukes have caused me no end of grief over the years, always messing up Boss' schemes and costing us both money. I deserved to get some satisfaction somewhere. If I were you slut, I'd make damned sure I never ended up in my jail again, next time I'll make sure nobody ever knows what I do to you." With that threat, Rosco turned on his heel and marched out the door.

"You did great Bo," Bert complimented as he stepped from his hiding place.

Bo jumped a foot at the unexpected voice, "Bert, ya startled me."

"Sorry son, I didn't mean to do that." Taking the tape from the machine, he handed it to Bo. "There's the evidence you need. That with the pictures should be more than enough to convict that poor excuse for a lawman and send him to prison where he belongs."

"Thank you Bert," Bo clutched the cassette gratefully. 

"You're welcome Bo." Bert grimaced distastefully, "I know you're not going to want to hear this, but you should probably watch that tape before you destroy it. At least enough to know that he gave you the real tape, after all we're not the only ones that could be holding out."

Bo paled, "You don't suppose he made a copy of the tape do ya?"

"I doubt it," Bert assured him. Damn, he silently cursed, he'd almost blown the whole deal. If the boy thought there was a chance of the sheriff having a copy of the tape, he might back out of the plan. "Making copies of a video tape requires the right equipment and a knowledge of how to use it. That man didn't strike me as somebody who knows a lot about technology."

Bo smiled at that, "No he's not. I guess there's not much chance that he made copies after all."

"You go on now Bo, I'm sure you're anxious to put this place behind you."

Bo glanced around, shuddering as memories intruded, threatening to shatter his feeling of peace. "You're right about that Bert, thank you again." Racing outside, he hauled himself into the General with a triumphant whoop. 

Luke would have kicked himself, if he'd had two good feet. He couldn't believe he had been so careless. He was just glad his youngest cousin hadn't been there to see him sprain his ankle in an attempt to kick that stubborn damned mule in the rear. He would never let him live down the humiliation of the accident. Luke himself still wasn't sure how it had happened. Maudine wouldn't move, no matter how much he tugged on her reins. He had tried everything, tugging, pushing, tempting with carrots and sugar cubes. Nothing doing, she wasn't in the mood to move and she wasn't going to until she was good and ready. Frustrated and angry, Luke had pulled back with his leg, pivoting on his heel he prepared to deliver a round-house kick to the mule's hind quarters. That was when Maudine decided she was ready to move. Just as his foot would have connected with her rear, she took two steps forward and Luke spun around, carried by his own momentum. He landed on the ground, a surprised look on his face. Then the pain hit and he realized that he had managed to twist his ankle. Painfully, he pulled himself to his feet and hobbled into the house. Removing his boot, he was relieved to see that the limb wasn't badly sprained. If he put ice on it and kept it elevated the rest of the day, it'd most likely be fine by tomorrow. Fixing himself an ice pack, he grabbed his boot and hopped to the room he shared with Bo. Lying down, he grabbed the pillows that usually lay at the head of his bed and slid them under his foot. Laying the ice on top of the injured ankle, he laid back on the bed.

Arriving home, Bo was relieved to see that both Daisy's jeep and Jesse's truck were gone. Walking inside, he saw no sign of anybody else's presence. Assuming he was safe and desperately wanting to get rid of anything Rosco could use to blackmail him with, he turned on the television. Popping the tape into the vcr, he stared at himself on the screen. He'd known of course what was on the tape, but he hadn't yet seen himself as he carried out the orders Rosco had given him. Tears of shame and pain streaked his cheeks as he watched himself using a vibrator to fuck himself. Disgusted, he reached forward to turn off the tape.

"What the hell is this?" Luke demanded. He had heard Bo come inside and bored with his own company, he had gotten up. On sock covered feet, he quietly made his way to the living room, still hobbling a bit. What he saw on the television screen drove the small amount of pain from his mind. 

"Luke!" Bo turned around, shocked and afraid. "It's not what it looks like, I swear," he hurried to explain. 

Luke looked away, "Could you turn that off, please?"

"Sorry," Bo mumbled. Turning back to the television, he quickly turned both machines off, ejecting the tape.

"When did you...?" Luke asked, motioning towards the pornographic tape. He couldn't understand this, why would his baby cousin be making homosexual porn movies? 

"I didn't want to," Bo replied.

"You didn't want to," Luke repeated. "It sure looked like you wanted to," he sneered.

"Well I didn't, he made me! Please Luke don't look at me like that, I swear I didn't want to make that video."

"Then why did you?" Luke asked, desperately trying to understand.

"He took pictures the night before, they made it look like I was some kind of pervert. He said if I didn't do what he said he'd make sure everybody in Hazzard knew what I was. Then he made me make that video, something else he could use to blackmail me with," Bo explained.

"Who is he?"

"Rosco."

"Rosco? Coltrane?" Luke asked in disbelief. 

"I ain't lying Luke," Bo snapped, hurt and angry that Luke doubted him.

"Alright, what did he want you to do?" Luke asked. He knew Bo didn't lie, but then he never thought he'd make a tape like that, so maybe he did lie.

"He wanted me to...I had to...oh god, it was horrible Luke. He made me his...sex slave," he finally managed to get out past the growing lump in his throat.

"Rosco?" Luke was shocked beyond belief. 

"Listen to this if you don't believe me," Bo growled, pulling the cassette from the envelope and tossing it at his cousin. Grabbing the tape from the vcr and the pictures Rosco had taken that first night, he headed for the back door. "When you get done, I'll be outside burning this stuff." Shoving open the back door, he stumbled out into the sunlight. Tossing the pictures into the burn barrel, he pulled the tape from the cassette, tossing both tape and case into the barrel with the pictures. Pouring lighter fluid on the materials, he tossed a lit match into the container.

Luke caught the tape, staring at it, he wondered what could be on it. Still doubting, how could he not, he moved to the cassette player and popped the tape in. Hitting the play button, he listened in growing horror to the conversation taking place between his cousin and the county sheriff. That bastard! He was going to kill him for what he'd done to Bo! Forgetting about his tender ankle, he turned to head for his bedroom, intending to put his boots on. Catching sight of his youngest cousin standing outside next to the burn barrel, his head down, arms wrapped around himself, the picture of abject misery; he knew there was something else he had to do first. Continuing to his room, he pulled on his boots and headed outside. "Bo, I'm sorry cousin. I never should have doubted you," he apologized.

Bo shrugged, as he watched the tape and pictures burning, he'd been thinking over Luke's reaction. It hadn't taken him long to conclude that it wasn't really his cousin's fault that he doubted the story he'd been told. "It's okay, hell I lived it and if I'd walked in on what you did I would've had doubts too."

"That's no excuse Bo, I know you and I should've known better," Luke insisted, not willing to let himself off the hook. "What are you going to do now?"

"Go to the State police," Bo quietly replied.

"With that cassette tape?"

"That and the pictures."

"Pictures?" Luke asked, confused. "Didn't you just burn them?"

"Not those pictures, the one's Bert took."

"Bert?"

Bo quickly and quietly explained about the birdwatcher who had happened upon him and Rosco yesterday. It didn't take him long to tell his cousin how Bert had helped him to not only stop Rosco, but to make sure he would pay for what he'd done. "Of course, before I go to the State boys, I have to work up the nerve to tell Uncle Jesse and Daisy about it all."

Luke silently cursed Rosco for the things he'd done. It broke his heart to see his baby cousin standing with his head hung, too ashamed to look him in the eyes. "I'll be right there with you when you're ready Bo," Luke assured him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 

"How can you stand to touch me now?" Bo quietly asked.

"Bo look at me," Luke softly ordered. "That's better," he smiled. "You didn't do anything wrong cousin," he assured. "You're the victim here, and you have nothing to be ashamed of. It's not every man who would be willing to bring their rapist to justice, I'm proud to call you my cousin."

"Really?" Bo asked. His blue eyes wide with surprise and hope. If Luke, the cousin he'd always looked up to, said he shouldn't be ashamed, should be proud, it must be true. Luke would never lie to him. 

"Really," Luke replied. "Come on now, let's go inside and I'll tell you how Maudine got the better of me," he offered, hoping to cheer his cousin up.

"Maudine huh? This I've got to hear," Bo smiled, letting his cousin lead him inside. He knew he wouldn't be talking to his uncle and Daisy today, but soon he would be ready to carry out the plan, bringing Rosco to justice.

TBC

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Hot Summer Nights Ch. 06



Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: Slash, Angst, Non-Con, BDSM


Rosco stalked into the jail, damn that birdwatcher! Everything had been perfect, for him anyway, and then some damn busybody had to go and interfere. Yesterday had been a rotten day, the pictures that man had taken of him and Bo had ruined everything. Well, he supposed it wasn't a complete loss, at least he'd gotten the evidence Bo could have used against him, destroying it on his way back to the jail. 

He wanted that boy back under his control, and by god he would find a way to make it happen. First though, he had an itch he needed to satisfy. In the course of his research, he had come across the name of an underground club which specialized in the stuff he liked. The problem was, while he could remember the name, he couldn't remember the address. Hoping that he would be able to find something in the Atlanta phone book, he headed to the cabinet they kept it in. "Damn it Enos," he cursed when he saw the empty drawer. "Where the hell did you put it, you dipstick?" he asked himself as he scanned the room. Moving to another cabinet, he began what would prove to be a fruitless search. "The library," he grinned. "They'll have a copy," he muttered to himself as he left the jail. Hurrying across the street and down the block, he soon arrived at the Hazzard County Library. Stepping inside, he was surprised to find Miss Lewis missing from the front desk. Quietly walking through the small building, he soon found her in the children's section, reading a story to the little ones. 

"And then the Queen looked at the little man and asked him, Is your name Rumplestiltskin?" Miss Lewis read.

Rosco gasped, falling back against the cart of books he had been standing in front of. "Sorry, I, uh, tripped," he stuttered an apology.

"Are you okay Sheriff?" Miss Lewis asked.

"I'm, uh, fine Miss Lewis...I just tripped...I'll, uh, see you later." Turning around, he stumbled from the quiet building, his mind reeling under the bombardment of memories. Atlanta, the police seminar, somebody in his room, Bert Samuels, hypnotized, raping...oh god, I raped Bo Duke...turned him into...oh my god, what have I done? Rosco's knees buckled.

Cooter saw Rosco come out of the library, looking like he'd just seen a ghost. Wondering what in the library could have the sheriff that upset, he watched him curiously. "Rosco!" he yelled as he ran across the street. Kneeling next to the sheriff, he put a hand on the older man's shoulder; the flinch surprising him. "You okay Rosco?" 

"Cooter?" Rosco asked in a dazed voice. Looking around, he noticed the gathering crowd, all of them gawking at him. Pulling together what dignity he had, he placed a hand on the mechanic's shoulder and pushed himself to his feet. "I'm fine Cooter."

"Sure ya are Rosco," Cooter scoffed. "Men that are fine always fall down for no reason."

"I tripped, that's all," Rosco lied.

Cooter eyed him doubtfully, he'd seen the fall and it sure didn't look like that to him. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided if Rosco wanted to deny he had a problem it wasn't any of his business. "Well if you're sure you're okay, I got work to do."

"I'm sure, thanks Cooter," Rosco thanked him, giving the other man a shaky smile. The excitement over, the crowd dispersed and the sheriff made his way back to the jail. What was he going to do now? he asked himself as he collapsed into his chair.

"Rosco, what are you doing in here?" Boss demanded. "Shouldn't you be out on patrol?"

"I don't feel so good Boss," Rosco whined.

"Hmmm," Boss eyed him speculatively. "You do look a might peaked."

"I feel peaked," Rosco mumbled. 

"Fresh air would probably help, so you get on out there and start patrolling," Boss ordered. "I don't pay you to feel peaked."

"You don't hardly pay me anyway," Rosco mumbled under his breath as he walked out of the office. Pulling away from the courthouse, he drove out of town with no idea of where he was going. He drove aimlessly for more than an hour, until driven by morbid curiosity he headed for the old sawmill. Parking his car, he walked inside. The moment he walked in the door, memories assailed him; he felt ill. He would never have imagined he could do such things to another human being, especially Bo. Moaning miserably, Rosco wished he could blame the whole thing on Bert, but he knew that would be a lie. It was bad enough what he'd done to Bo and he knew it could never be made right, but he wasn't going to make it worse by lying to himself or the boy. "I know what I have to do, but first I've got to see him." 

Bo sat at the picnic table, staring at nothing. A hand on his shoulder made him jump, "Luke," he whispered in relief. For a second he'd thought it was Rosco.

Luke looked at him in concern, "You okay Bo?"

"Yeah," Bo softly replied. 

Luke wrapped an arm around him, "You don't sound very convincing."

"I know, I'm just trying to figure out how to tell Uncle Jesse and Daisy."

"You gonna tell them today?"

Bo shrugged, "I was thinking about it. I don't want Rosco to be able to do this to somebody else, the sooner I turn him in the better." 

"Bo, there's something I think you may need to do before you go to the State police." Licking his lips, Luke nervously broached the subject with his cousin. "Ya should probably go see Doc Appleby."

"Doc? Why, do I need to see him, I ain't sick."

"Bo," Luke began, keeping his voice soft and gentle, "he can check you out, gather evidence for the case."

Bo paled, "Oh God," he moaned. Jumping up from the table, he raced to the side of the house, retching into the bushes. 

Luke pounded his fist against the table, cursing Rosco for what he'd done to his cousin. "I'm sorry Bo, if I could save you from it I would," he apologized when his cousin returned.

Bo nodded, "I know Luke, but ya can't. I just didn't think about needing to do tha..." he trailed off as a familiar car came barreling up the drive.

"Go in the house Bo," Luke ordered. Standing up, he faced the driveway with murder in his eyes.

"No," Bo refused, coming to stand slightly behind Luke.

"Bo, please just let me handle this," Luke plead.

"Luke, if I can't face him here, how am I going to face him in a courtroom?"

Luke sighed, his cousin was right, but damned if he had to like it. "What the hell do you want?" he demanded as Rosco stepped out of his car.

Rosco drew in a deep breath, glancing nervously between the two cousins. At least Jesse and Daisy aren't here, he thought to himself. "I need to talk to Bo..."

"I ain't got anything to say to you Rosco."

"I know ya hate me Bo, I don't blame ya a bit for that, but you don't know the whole story."

Luke growled, "You don't really think there's any excuse you could use that would justify what you did to him, do you? Even you can't be that stupid."

Rosco hung his head, wringing his hat between his hands, "I was hypnotized."

"You expect me to believe that Rosco?" Bo scoffed. "I saw your face when you were ordering me to...you enjoyed it Rosco, you can't get out of trouble by denying it now."

"I don't expect to Bo," Rosco quietly offered. "Matter of fact, when I leave here I'm going to Atlanta to turn myself in to the State police. I ain't lying about being hypnotized, but you're right too Bo, I did enjoy it and for that I should be punished."

"You serious?" Bo asked. It hadn't escaped his notice that Rosco was acting more like the man he'd always known and not like the monster he had become.

"As a heart attack," Rosco replied. "Besides, the reason this happened to you is cause Bert Samuels wanted reven..."

"Who?" Bo interrupted. 

"Uh, Bert Samuels," Rosco repeated uncertainly. He wondered why it mattered.

"Describe him," Bo ordered, a sickening suspicion forming in his mind. As the sheriff described the man who had hypnotized him, Bo realized that Bert Samuels and the birdwatcher were one and the same. "Rosco, what did he tell you to do, exactly?"

Rosco swallowed, "He said the next time one of you Duke boys was in the jail as the only prisoner I was to...rape you," he mumbled.

"Why one of us?" Luke asked.

"He wanted to destroy me and Boss for sending him to prison. From what he told me, before he hypnotized me, he figured that since Boss is my brother, he'd be ruined by what I did. It was you boys stopping one of Boss' frame jobs that made him turn on Samuels and send him to prison, so Bert wanted revenge on you too."

"He didn't tell you to turn me into a slave though, did he?"

Rosco shook his head, feeling sick as he remembered the things he'd done to the boy. "That's why I'm turning myself in. It wasn't right what I did to you Bo, nobody, least of all you, deserves to be done like that."

Bo shared a look with his cousin as Rosco turned back to his car. "Rosco wait," he called out. Stepping from behind Luke, he walked over to the sheriff.

"You want to hit me Bo?" Rosco tiredly asked. "Go ahead, Lord knows I deserve that and more."

"Rosco, what did you mean, least of all me?"

"Oh, well, I just, um, that is, you're a good man Bo and ya didn't deserve the things I did to you."

"Why did you do it then? I know the first rape was cause of Bert, but the rest of it was your own idea, I want to know why, I deserve that much."

"I don't know Bo, I never thought about doing anything quite like it before that night." Rosco didn't tell him that he had thought of making love to him before that night, but the rapes and the torture he hadn't, so he didn't feel like he was telling a lie. "After I'd done it, it was like it woke up this part of me I didn't even know was there. The more I was able to control you, the more I wanted to control you."

"So it was all about the control?"

"No, not exactly...aw hell Bo, I been half in love with you for a while."

"That's your idea of love?"

"No!" Rosco yelled. He frowned when Bo flinched, cowering away from him, "Sorry," he apologized, lowering his voice. "I don't think that's love, but I guess maybe that the part of me that had been wanting you figured if this was the only way I could be with you, then it was better than nothing."

"I see," Bo mumbled. He did too, sort of. He hadn't told Luke yet, really hadn't planned to, but a part of him had enjoyed being a slave to Rosco. 

"Can I go now?"

"I don't want you to turn yourself in Rosco."

"Bo! He deserves to go to prison for what he did," Luke protested.

"Luke's right Bo, I should be locked up."

"No, and if you turn yourself in I won't testify or press charges."

"You don't have to if I confess," Rosco pointed out.

"Look Rosco I ain't saying it was right, what you did, but it started because of Bert Samuels. I don't want to see him getting away with sending you to prison just so he can get revenge against you and Boss."

"Don't you think we deserve it? If it hadn't been for what we did, he wouldn't have gone to prison and none of this would have happened. You wouldn't have suffered," he softly added.

"Okay, that's true," Bo conceded. "But, this guy wasn't some innocent man that y'all framed, he was actually guilty of the crimes he committed, right?"

"Yeah, but..."

"No, damn it Rosco I ain't gonna let him get what he wants," Bo snapped.

"Why do you want to protect me?" Rosco asked. He didn't understand this at all, the younger man should be offering to drive him to Atlanta, not trying to stop him.

Bo sighed, "I don't know if I can explain it Rosco. It ain't exactly wanting to protect you as much as it's about doing the right thing. Look, you did some horrible things to me, and I ain't likely to ever forget it, but it was started by Bert. I just figure if anybody should go to prison over it, he should."

Rosco shook his head doubtfully, "I don't know how we're gonna do that."

"Well it's illegal to hypnotize somebody against their will, ain't it?"

"Yeah, but we'd have to prove he did it."

"Rosco's right Bo," Luke chimed in. "There ain't any proof to tie Bert to what happened, and he ain't likely to just up and admit it."

Bo smiled at his cousin, "Well then Luke you're just going to have to figure out a way to get him to."

"Just like that?" Luke asked.

"Yep, I got confidence in ya cousin," Bo smiled.

Luke scowled playfully at his baby cousin, "I'm glad somebody does."

"You sure about this Bo?" Rosco asked. 

"I'm sure Rosco," Bo assured him. 

"I don't know if you boys should be doing anything," Rosco frowned. "Look at what Bert already set you up for, he could do worse."

Bo stared at him, "No he couldn't Rosco. The only thing he could take from me now is my life."

"Exactly, I don't want to see you dead Bo."

"I don't plan to die Rosco, but I can't let him get away with what he did to both of us."

"Do you really think Luke can come up with something?"

"I really do."

"What if he can't?"

"Then you can turn yourself in, if that's what you're determined to do."

"All right, I'll give him the chance."

"Thank you Rosco."

"No Bo, thank you for...just for being you," Rosco smiled. Climbing back in his car, he drove away from the Duke farm, with more hope for the future than when he'd arrived.

TBC

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Hot Summer Nights Ch. 07



Disclaimer: I don't own The Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warning: Angst, Slash, 

Rating: FRAO

*

"Are you sure this will work Luke?"

"No Rosco, I ain't sure, but it's the best shot we have."

"What happens if it don't work?"

"Then he gets away with what he did, but you don't go to prison."

Rosco looked doubtful, "I don't know Luke. I know he's been hanging around, probably wanting to be here when the State police come to arrest me, but do you really think he'll fall for it?"

"Well he wants revenge, so I think there's a good chance he will."

"Just do your part Rosco and it'll work out, you'll see." 

"I will Bo," Rosco snapped. Rosco felt a wave of sadness as the younger man flinched at his tone. He cursed himself and Bert Samuels again for the damage they'd done to the innocent man as he wondered if the boy would ever recover from the ordeal.

"Bo, you go on to the General, we'll be going in a few minutes," Luke said. He waited until Bo was out of earshot, "What the hell is wrong with you Rosco? Ain't you hurt him enough?"

Rosco looked away, ashamed, "I know, I didn't mean to snap at him."

Luke sighed, "You ready to do this now?"

"Yeah I'm ready."

Luke watched as Rosco walked into the Boar's Nest. He knew Daisy would do her part, no matter what her feelings were. He would never forget the look on his pretty cousin's face when they had told her what Rosco had done and why. Luke had expected her to offer Bo comfort, to focus her energy on their youngest cousin as he sat there with his head bowed, too ashamed to look at them. He had been taken completely by surprise when she had instead jumped up and grabbed Jesse's shotgun, planning to hunt Rosco down like a rabid dog. It had taken a lot of fast talking on his part to convince her to give him the gun. They had deliberately not told Jesse, fearing that in his rage he would do something they would all regret; they had never dreamed Daisy would be the one to fly into a homicidal rage. 

She hadn't really liked the plan Luke had come up with, mainly because it would mean that Rosco would receive no punishment. She had, however, agreed to go along with it; after Bo nearly begged her to. Luke had done some checking around town before they talked to Daisy and had discovered that Bert was still hanging around. It hadn't really surprised him any, he had expected the man to stay in Hazzard until Rosco was arrested and Boss was ruined. A man who could come up with the cruel plan he had, would want to witness the results of his plan. Unsurprisingly, it was after all the best place to get information, he had been hanging out mostly at the Boar's Nest. Now they just had to wait for Daisy and Rosco to act out the scene they'd set for Bert and wait for him to take the bait. 

"What do you want Rosco?" Daisy nearly growled when the sheriff walked up to her.

"I want a beer, what do you think I want?" Rosco snapped.

Daisy glared at him, "I won't serve you."

Rosco returned the glare, grabbing her arm, "You're a waitress and you're going to serve me, or should I get Boss?"

"You let go of me Rosco Coltrane," Daisy snapped, jerking her arm from his grasp. "Maybe my baby cousin is too scared to have you arrested, but I ain't Bo and if you touch me again I'll have you arrested."

"He told you?" 

"Of course he told us, you had no right to do them things to him."

"He shouldn't have told you," Rosco growled. "He's gonna pay for that," he mumbled, unaware that Daisy had heard him. Turning on his heel, he walked outside.

"Oh," Daisy stomped her foot. "I wish there was a way to make him turn himself in since Bo won't do it," she mumbled to herself. A second later a satisfied smile crossed her face as Bert got up and followed Rosco outside.

Damn it! The boy wasn't going to turn him in, he couldn't believe after all the work he'd done the son of a bitch wouldn't be end up in prison after all. What the hell was wrong with that damned kid? Didn't he want the man to pay for what he'd done? "Guess he's too scared, well fine! If I could hypnotize the old fool into turning rapist it'll be a snap to convince him to turn himself in," he muttered. Climbing into his car, he followed Rosco down the road, unaware of the car behind him. 

Coming to a lonely stretch of road, he forced the sheriff's car to the side of the road. "I need to talk to you Sheriff Coltrane," he said as he approached the other car.

"That's what the cb is for, ya dipstick," Rosco complained. 

"I ain't got one and there wasn't any time to waste," Bert snapped. Pulling a gun from the waistband of his jeans, he leveled it at the sheriff. "You're coming with me Coltrane."

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm gonna make sure you pay for what you did to that boy."

"How do you know about that? Don't I know you?"

"Never mind about that, you come on now," he ordered. Leading the other man to his car, he forced him into the trunk and drove away. 

"Don't lose him Luke," Bo nervously cautioned his cousin.

"I ain't gonna lose him Bo."

They followed him for a short distance, until he turned off for the old sawmill. Luke took the next turn, parking the General in a spot just above the old building. Grabbing the video camera that Rosco had loaned them, the two young men crept down to the sawmill. Positioning the camera, they easily filmed the action inside the structure.

"What are you gonna do with me?" Rosco asked.

"Nothing much, just gonna hypnotize ya," Bert grinned. "Sit down," he ordered. 

"Hypnotize me, to do what?"

"Why to turn yourself in for the crimes you've committed sheriff."

"I ain't committed no crimes," Rosco protested.

Bert just grinned, "Let me tell you something sheriff, by the time I'm done you'd confess to assassinating JFK if I told ya to."

"That enough Luke?" Bo whispered.

"That's enough," Luke confirmed. The words were barely out of his mouth and Bo was up and running for the front of the building. "Damn," Luke cursed. Looking around, he quickly hid the camera and took off after his cousin.

Bert whirled around as the door burst open, his gun raised. Before he could pull the trigger, a heavy weight fell on him, bringing him to the floor. 

"Y'all get it?" Rosco asked.

"We got it."

"Bert Samuels you're under arrest for kidnapping and assault."

"You don't want to do that sheriff," Bert growled as his hands were cuffed behind him.

"Why's that?" Rosco asked, though he didn't really care.

"Cause if you arrest me the truth is going to come out."

"What truth?"

"That you raped that boy over there, even went so far as to turn him into your sex slave."

"What rape?" Bo asked.

Bert shot him an incredulous look, "You're gonna let him get away with it?"

"I ain't letting the guilty man get away with nothing, but Rosco ain't the guilty one, is he Bert?"

"You know? But how?"

"Rosco came out of the hypnotic state you put him in and remembered everything," Luke explained.

"He came to the farm and told me, said he wanted me to know the truth before he turned himself in. I didn't believe him at first, but then he said your name and after he described you I knew."

"Yeah, so what if I told him to rape you, I didn't tell him to turn you into a sex slave. Don't you think he should go to prison for that?"

"Not when you're the one that got it started."

Bert grinned, "I see what's going on now, you liked it didn't you? You enjoyed being his private slut," Bert laughed. "Who would ever have thought one of the Duke boys would like being sex slave to the local sheriff."

"Shut up," Luke snarled, grabbing Bert and pulling him to his feet. The bastard had caused Bo enough pain, he wasn't letting him get away with causing more. "Get him the hell out of here Rosco, I'll bring the tape later."

"You got it." Rosco took Bert's arm, dragging him roughly to his car and reading him his rights as he went.

"You okay Bo?" Luke quietly asked.

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?"

"Don't let him get to you cousin."

"Can we get out of here now Luke?" Bo quietly asked, hating the memories this place were dredging up.

"Sure, let's go." Silently, he cursed himself for not thinking. Of course it wasn't what Bert had said that had Bo upset, as if there could be any truth to that, it was where they were. "You want me to drop you off at home before I take the camera to Rosco?" Receiving a nod, he grabbed the camera and led Bo back to the General.

Three weeks later, Bo nervously drove towards Rosco's favorite speed trap. With the evidence against him, and his record, Bert had been quickly convicted and was now back in prison. Bo hadn't seen Rosco since the trial, but he hadn't stopped thinking about the other man. It hadn't taken much to convince Luke that there was no truth in Bert's words, he just wished he hadn't needed to lie to his cousin. He had spent many sleepless nights, trying to understand how he could have enjoyed any part of the things Rosco did to him. He couldn't come up with any answers. Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him? Hell, even going out with several girls in the weeks since his nightmare had ended, hadn't helped. He could barely manage kissing them, anything beyond that left him shaking, thankfully only on the inside, but still it was upsetting. Last night he had finally come to a decision, he just hoped Rosco wouldn't turn him down.

Rosco looked up, shocked to immobilization as the orange car slid to a stop in front of him. What was Bo doing here? Had he finally decided to give him the beating he deserved? Well, if he had, Rosco wasn't going to stop him. He would take it like a man, God knew he had that and more coming to him. Stepping out of his car, he stood next to the door, waiting for the blond to do whatever he had planned. "What can I do for you Bo?"

Bo approached the older man, his hands shaking; heart racing as he came closer, with each step, to carrying out his plan. Stopping only inches in front of Rosco, he simply stared at him for several minutes.

"Bo?" Rosco tried again, confused by the boy's actions. Suddenly he felt hands on the lapels of his shirt as he was pulled forward and warm lips pressed against his own. He gasped in shock, giving the younger man the chance to explore his mouth with his tongue. Rosco's knees buckled, the feelings Bo was causing were more than he could handle.

Bo grinned, his arms wrapping around the older man, supporting him as the kiss deepened. "I don't want to be your slave Rosco, not like I was."

Rosco panted heavily, staring at the young blond as fire raced through his veins. "What do ya want?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"I want you to be my master, my lover, my possessor," Bo replied between kisses.

"Why?"

"Don't you want to?"

"God yes," Rosco quickly answered. "But I don't understand, after what I did, how can you want to be with me, especially as a slave?"

"I can't explain it Rosco, but part of me enjoyed being controlled by you. I can't even get hard anymore, because you're not there to tell me it's okay," he confessed with a blush.

Rosco gaped, how could this be? He'd never imagined having that kind of power over another, especially somebody like Bo. "You said not like it was?"

"I didn't like having no choices, being treated like nothing but a piece of property. I liked being paddled though, and told when to cum, that kind of stuff. Where'd you find out about stuff like that anyway?" He'd wondered about that, even before he knew about the hypnosis.

"I went to Atlanta and found a store that has that kind of stuff, got a few things and some books."

"That was smart," Bo smiled. "Did you like it Rosco? Having me under your control? Knowing you could tell me to suck your cock or spread my legs for you and I'd do it, did you like that?"

"Hell yes, I loved it. Do you really want that, with me?"

"Yes," Bo confirmed, kissing him deeply one more time. "Can we find out together what it's like when both master and slave want it?"

"Bo, is this just about physical release for you, or is there more?"

"I'm not sure," Bo admitted. "I think I could love you, I'd like to find out."

Rosco smiled, kissing the younger man one more time. "I got time now, and I still got some things in my trunk."

"You do?"

"Didn't know what to do with them," Rosco sheepishly confessed. "You go up to the old Wilson place, I'll be up soon. I want you naked and waiting when I get there, pet."

Bo blushed, even as his cock began to harden with the simple command. "Yes master." Without another word, he turned and left.

Rosco watched him going, a smile spreading over his face. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky, but he wasn't going to waste the chance Bo was giving him. He would give the boy what he needed, but this time he'd do it right and if he were very lucky, Bo's heart would be his to claim as well as his body.

The End

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