Fic: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep (8/?)
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nickngregTitle: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep
Rating: NC-17 for language and adult content
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Non-con, hurt and adult situations.
Summary: A conspiracy is born.
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is a sequel to ‘Putting Down Roots’ which you can find
here
Previous parts of this story can be found here
Greg dropped the brush in the sink and literally leaped over his couch to grab the phone. “Rob, Rob…I’ts Greg. What are you talking about? Where are you?”
Greg could hear Rob breathing hard on the telephone. He knew he hadn’t hung up and he could hear loud music and glasses clinking together. He had to be in some bar somewhere but what was it he said about Nick. Greg yelled at the top of his lungs into the phone trying to get Rob back on the line.
Finally, he heard Rob’s voice again. He was close to hysteria and he was talking so fast. His voice sounded as though he was trying not to cry. “Greg, you got to get over here right away. He’s gonna be hurt so bad. Please Greg.”
“Rob, calm down, man. I’m here and I’m listening to you. Now first, where are you?”
“Remember I told you I was gonna take this bartending job at this new club?”
“Jesus Christ Rob, not the Ball and Chain. That place is just barely one step up from a torture club.”
“Yeah but the pay is fantastic if you can ignore the screams and the blood.”
“What about Nick? What do you mean, ‘he’s gonna be hurt’.”
“Nick came in a couple of hours ago. I thought it was him but I couldn’t imagine him in a place like this so I made sure I was the one waiting on him. When he ordered a beer in the bottle, I knew it was him. He didn’t recognize me so I just served him but I tried to keep an eye on him. At first it was OK, he had his beer and then he went out and danced and I couldn’t believe it at first the way he was rubbing all over some of these guys and letting them handle him but nothing was happening and I figured since you two weren’t together any more it was OK and…..”
“Rob, stop and take a breath, OK? Now I got that Nick was there and dancing and there was some body contact going on but how did that turn into 'he’s gonna be hurt'?”
“This one guy, his name is Larry and he’s just barely human. He came over and started dancing behind him and he was rubbing him all over and even I could see Nick was getting a hard-on and then Larry’s friend joined them…”
Greg interrupted him, “What is the friends name?”
“I don’t know. The guys behind the bar here call them Larry, Moe and Curly because there’s three of them and …you know like the three Stooge’s.” Rob almost screamed at Greg, “Good God Greg, never mind names. Nick thought there were two of them and he went to the back with them but they always play in three’s and they play rough. There is always blood to clean up after they use a room. You need to get here fast and if you’ve got a gun bring it.”
“What the hell do you mean bring a gun?”
“Greg, they play for keeps and as big as they are, it’s going to take an UZI to get them to give up a toy as pretty as Nick.”
Greg told Rob to give him the address. He should know it; the lab had already had several calls to that club. It had a bad reputation and had only been open three months. He told Rob to keep an eye on the room and he would be there as fast as he could. Rob told him to use his lights and sirens and hung up.
Greg called Bobby and woke him out of a sound sleep. Bobby was at least used to getting woke up so he was alert at once just at the sound of Greg’s voice. Greg told him what Rob had said as quickly as possible. Bobby asked Greg what he needed. Greg told him he needed him and the biggest, baddest gun he owned. Bobby told Greg to take off and they would meet him at the club. He also told him to be sure and take his ID and gun permit. Greg was half way to the club before he realized Bobby had said ‘they’.
He did put on his lights and his siren and he made it to the club in less than 15 minutes. He waited and was getting ready to go in on his own when Bobby’s honking big truck drew up also with lights and siren’s going full blast. He piled out one side and Steve the other. Greg was out of his car and waiting for them on the side walk. The three of them walked up to the bouncer who looked as though he really thought he was going to keep them out.
Greg hesitated for a very brief second and was glad he did when he heard Steve’s big, deep voice say, “We just got a call there’s an officer in trouble inside. Are you goin’ to let us in and try to take care of this on our own or are we going to have to call a SWAT team and throw what ever is left of your asses in jail when we get through with you?”
The guy didn’t say a word. He just removed the rope and let them pass through. Greg looked at Steve and thanked the dear Lord above he was on their side. They hurried inside the club, flashed their ID at the doorkeeper who was about to ask them for money and told him they were there on official business. If he was a good boy and kept his mouth shut, they would pretend they hadn’t even seen him. He was a very good boy. They saw his back side going out a side door as they entered the club.
Rob was waiting and came over pretending to ask them if they wanted a table or a booth. Under his breath, he told Greg to go to the back wall, make a left turn and go to the first hall. Turn right there and the stooges usually played in the fourth room on the left.
The three men hurried across the dance floor not being too gentle with anyone who got in their way. They reached the back wall, turned left and rushed down the first hall they came to. They halted briefly outside the fourth door on the left and couldn’t hear anything. Steve raised his foot and proceeded to kick the hell out of the door. It burst in on its busted hinges and they entered the room with their guns drawn.
Greg never knew how he managed to stay on his feet. He knew he felt Bobby’s hand gripping his elbow and finally digging into the nexus of nerves just above the joint. The pain made him gasp and pay attention. He wished he could just pass out.
Nick was fastened to a wooden bench. His hands were cuffed to the legs at the front and his legs pulled wide apart and also cuffed under the bench. His ass was open and his hole would have been visible to everyone except for the ugly wooden club rammed in it. His back, butt and thighs were covered with bloody stripes and welts and one of the stooges was standing beside the bench with a long whip in his hand. Blood, Nicky’s blood, was dripping off the whip on the floor. The other two stooges were at the head of the bench. One of them had his cock shoved in Nick’s mouth and the other was obviously waiting his turn.
Greg saw red. He rushed the ape with the whip, grabbed the whip out of his hand and smashed his teeth in with the weighted handle of the whip. It was a damn good thing he had backup because the other two started for him but Bobby and Steve each took a Neanderthal and had them on the floor on their knees with a gun pressed to the back of their heads in seconds. Greg was kneeling by the bench trying to talk to Nick but he was so stunned by the whole sight he couldn’t do much except brush Nicky’s sweat soaked hair off his forehead and tell him to hold on, they would get him out of there. He started to reach for the wooden club and pull it out of Nick’s rectum but Steve stopped him.
“What’s the matter with you. Can’t you tell how much that thing is hurting him?” Greg was almost in tears.
He reached for the abomination again and again Steve grabbed his hand and said, “Greg do you trust me?”
Greg glared at him and said, “What’s that got to do with that thing in Nicky’s ass?”
“We need to get these turds restrained and then we will take care of Nicky. Right now, if they make a move they could permanently injure him. Do you understand what I’m saying.”
Greg saw the wisdom of what Steve was saying but he didn’t want to wait a second to get that thing out of Nick. He walked over to the one he’d hit in the mouth who was now kneeling next to his partners with Bobby’s huge .357 Magnum moving from neck to neck. Bobby was having such a good time. He loved to use his big gun and if it hadn’t been for his friend laying on the bench bleeding and hurt he would have been having the time of his life.
Greg asked Larry, Moe or Curly, who ever, where the keys were for the cuffs. The idiot didn’t even realize he was in no position to be playing a smart ass and told Greg to go dig the keys out of the pansy’s ass. Greg looked up at Bobby and asked him if his gun needed to be dry-cleaned. Bobby gave him a thoroughly puzzled look and said of course not and what the hell was he talking about. Greg told Bobby he thought that if the ape had his Magnum shoved in his mouth, it might clear some of those broken teeth out of the way and then the guy could see he was talking through a mouth full of shit. Bobby smiled his big warm smile that reminded Greg so much of Nick’s. He often wondered if all Southern boys were born knowing how to turn that Southern charm off and on.
Bobby walked over, shoved the muzzle in the idiot’s mouth and believe me, he was not gentle. Greg heard another tooth crack and the ape grunted in pain. But when Bobby cocked the trigger, the ape began making a lot of noise. Greg finally told Bobby to pull the muzzle out so they could hear what he was saying.
Smash Mouth Ape told them the key’s were over in the top drawer of the small cabinet against the wall. Steve went over, found the keys and carefully removed the cuffs from Nick’s wrists and ankles. Nick made the first sound they had heard since they busted into the room. He moaned when Steve unfastened his ankle. When Steve held up the cuff, it was covered with blood on the inside. Greg took one look and brought his gun butt across the bloody mouth so hard he almost fell down. Smash Mouth did fall over, out like a light.
Steve and Bobby got three chairs, put the trio in the chairs and used the cuffs to fasten their hands to the back of the chairs. Then Greg went over to pull the ugly wooden dildo out of Nick but Steve stopped him again.
Greg was at the end of his patience. He swung around and would have hit Steve if Bobby hadn’t grabbed his arm and said, “Greg. It’s a trick dildo. It has barbs. If you pull it out, the barbs extend and it will rip the inside of Nick’s rectum to pieces. We have to find the trigger that keeps the barbs from releasing before we remove it.”
That was it. There was a sink in the room but Greg knew he couldn’t make it that far so he grabbed a wastebasket and puked his guts out. When he finally stopped throwing up, he wiped his mouth, went over to the sink and rinsed his mouth out. He went back to the bench where Steve and Bobby were carefully examining every available centimeter of the ugly instrument. Greg looked at Steve and in a voice that he hoped told him how sorry he was, asked him what he wanted him to do. Steve looked up at Greg with his soft, clear blue eyes and without a word let Greg know he wasn’t holding a grudge. He told Greg to get a towel out of the cabinet under the sink, wet it and see if he could clean Nick’s face and see if he was conscious. Greg knew it would be helpful but he also knew that kneeling in front of Nick’s face he could not see Bobby and Steve working on his boyfriend’s butt. Former boyfriend? No, he loved Nick. He was more than his boyfriend and seeing him in this condition just made him want to love and protect him. He finally realized that the one person Nick needed protection from the most was himself.
He got the towel and carefully wiped Nick’s face. He realized he was wiping semen and since the other two had been waiting their turn, he was pretty sure the cum belonged to Smash Mouth. He carefully cleaned every single trace from Nick’s face and then gently turned his head to the side so he could check first one side of his face and then the other. There did not appear to be any damage; then Greg saw the trickle of blood coming out of Nick’s mouth. He thought at first Nick had bitten his lip or his tongue but when he carefully opened Nick’s mouth and checked it out, he saw the tear inside his mouth at the corner of his lip and realized the bastard had shoved his cock in Nick’s mouth so hard, he’d torn it. He bent over, cleaned the blood away and gently pressed a kiss to Nick’s mouth. There was no response at all. Nick seemed to be complete out of it. Just then, he heard Bobby let out a big sigh, there was a very soft click and he heard a little grunt from Steve. Nick let out a moan that got louder and then a small strangled scream and he passed back out again. Greg looked up just in time to see Steve throw the ugly thing, dripping with Nick’s blood, into the sink.
Bobby grabbed some more towels from under the sink and he and Steve carefully folded them into a bandage of sorts which they gently pressed between the cheeks of Nick’s butt.
“We’ve got to get him out of here and get him medical attention like now” Bobby was saying softly to Steve as they worked on stopping the blood seeping out of Nick’s rectum.
Greg told them he’d be right back. He left the room on a dead run and headed back out into the club. He motioned to Rob and after a quick look around, Rob sidled over to him. “Did you stop them” he asked?
“Yeah but they managed to do a lot of damage. I owe you one Rob. Now tell me how we can get a naked, bleeding, badly wounded man out of here without causing a riot.”
Rob told Greg to go back in the hall and start getting Nick ready. He’d be there just as fast as he could. Greg headed back to the fourth door on the left; hell’s front door. Bobby and Steve were still working on Nick. The blood was slowing down but the towels were still slowly soaking. He told them they needed to start getting Nick ready to move. The three of them just looked at each other. How were they going to move a bloody hunk of meat which was about all Nick was at that moment? How were they going to get him out of the club? What were they going to do with him after/if they got him out? Just then they heard Rob scurrying down the hall. Greg knew he needed to protect Rob from the three apes still handcuffed to the chairs so he ran through the door and caught Rob in the hall. He had a key in his hand.
“Which one of you drove here” he asked? When told there were two cars he just said, “Damn! Ok, here’s what we have to do. Two of you go get your cars and bring them down the alley in back of the club. Go around the block and come in from the back side. When you get the cars in place, come back in the back door. This is the key. We’ll get Nick down the hall, out the back door and into your car and then you take it from there.” Greg told Rob they would get Nick down the hall and for him to get himself back behind the bar and forget everything he’d seen. They would protect him and keep the apes from knowing about his participation in Nick’s rescue. And that’s just what they did.
Bobby and Greg decided quickly while walking out to their cars they would get Nick in the back of Greg’s car since he’d brought his assigned Denali home with him and the back seat was big enough to lay Nick down. Steve would ride in Greg’s car in the back with Nick and they would take him to their house while they decided on their next move. They both knew they had almost no time to make a decision because of Nick’s extreme loss of blood but they also knew they needed to get him away from that hell hole as quickly as possible.
When they got the cars in position, they both rushed back down the hall and started trying to figure out how to move Nick. Steve told them to get out of his way, picked Nick up in his arms like a baby and carried him down the hall to the waiting car. As Bobby and Greg started to leave, one of the apes, not Smash Mouth who was out of it again, asked them what was about them. Bobby looked at them and said, “Well if we’re lucky, no one will find you three until you start stinking.” He carefully propped the broken door back in the jamb, decided it looked pretty good and headed down the hall behind Greg. They helped Steve get in the back seat still holding Nick in his arms. They got him propped up and took off for Bobby and Steve’s home. Thank God their daughter was at Steve’s parents for a special week-end with Mimaw and Gramps.
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They pulled Greg’s SUV in the garage and helped Steve get out. He carried Nick into the house behind Bobby and Greg who were heading for the spare bedroom. They pulled the covers off the bed and told Steve to lay him on the bed. Steve put him down and carefully turned him over on his stomach. Nick was still out of it and they were beginning to worry about that. Steve was worried and couldn’t understand why they brought Nick to their house instead of taking him directly to a hospital. Bobby looked at Greg and then at his spouse.
He walked over to Steve and put his arms around his waist and leaned against him. Steve instinctively put his arms around his love. Bobby and he just hugged for an instant and then Bobby pulled back and said, “Steve, if anyone finds out about this, Nick’s career is over. He will never get a job in law enforcement not even as a janitor. If there is any way to handle this without letting everyone in Vegas know about it, we need to come up with it now.”
There was complete silence in the room for a few seconds then Greg went ‘OH’ about the same time Bobby went ‘HEY’. They turned toward each other and both of them said at the same time, “ALAN”.
Bobby leaped across the room, grabbed the phone and started pushing buttons. Thank God they were personal friends and he didn’t have to go through the good doctor's answering service. He called Alan’s home number and prayed for an answer. On the fifth ring, he heard a garbled hello. He was also thanking God it was a Saturday. He quickly told Alan there was an emergency, please would he bring his doctor’s bag and get to their house ASAP. Alan asked him what was going on and Bobby said, “Alan I’ve never said this to you before and I hope to the dear Lord I never have to again but this really is a life and death matter. Please come.” Alan told him to open the front door, he’d be there in 10 minutes. He made it in 8.
Alan worked on Nick for over an hour before he finally came out of the spare bedroom. He was drenched in sweat and shaking. He asked for a stiff drink and collapsed in a chair. Greg made him a Jack Daniels and when he started to add Coke, Alan stopped him. “Just put some ice in that and bring it here. Bring the bottle too.”
After his second straight belt, he poured a third, took a small sip and then looked at the three men sitting around the living room in various postures of misery. “One or all of you better start talking right now or I’m going to call the police and have you all arrested for assault.”
Greg just gaped at him and finally said, “You can’t think any one of us did that. Good God, we’ve spent the last three hours trying to get him away from the shit heads that did that to him and get him safe.”
Alan nodded. “Ok then start talking.” For the next hour, they told him every single thing that had happened since Greg answered Rob’s hysterical call. It didn’t take that long but Alan stopped them three times to go check on Nick and take his vitals. When they finished, Alan asked them the same thing Steve had; why didn’t they take Nick to the hospital. He wasn’t sure but it was possible Nick needed surgery maybe even a colostomy because of the severe damage to his rectum. And the whip marks on his back were ripe for infection.
Greg and Bobby repeated their concern for Nick’s career and told Alan, they were afraid they would save his life only to ruin it. If the story got out, Nick’s reputation was gone. He might never work at any thing but menial labor for the rest of his life.
Alan put his head in his hands and just sat there for a good 5 minutes. Finally he raised his head and said, “OK here’s what we can do. I do work for a small, very private clinic in Hendricks. I can get Nick admitted to the clinic under an assumed name. He will get first class medical care and I will work on his mental problems when his physical condition improves enough. Or are you going to try to tell me he doesn’t need professional counseling.”
Greg, Bobby and Steve all said “Hell NO!” at the same time.
Greg told Alan they knew for a fact that Nick had gone to the club on his own and had gone to the back room with Larry and one of the apes willingly. They also told him that they knew for a fact that Nick did not know about the threesome and they were pretty sure it was Nick’s first time at that club. Alan asked Greg how he knew that. Greg told him because the club had only been open three months and he and Nick had still been together for the first month and because of the work load they had carrying at the crime lab, he was pretty sure Nick had not been there during the two months after they separated.
Alan made arrangements to have Nick transported to the clinic in a private ambulance. He told the three friends they were going to have to pay for the ambulance themselves either in cash or with a credit card. But they needed to pay up front to keep all records confidential. They asked how much the ambulance would cost. Alan said probably $750.00. Bobby and Steve had $600.00 in cash and Greg rushed down to the corner while they were waiting and pulled $300.00 out of the ATM machine.
He got back as quickly as possible and asked if he could go in and sit with Nick until the ambulance got there. Alan said yes but they had one other problem they needed to address. Greg gave him a puzzled look and asked what else was wrong. Nick was stable for the moment, medical care was going to be provided, they had the cash for the ambulance…what else did they need.
“What are you going to tell them at the crime lab” asked Alan.
Bobby, Steve and Greg looked at each other and as one said, “OH SHIT!”
Rating: NC-17 for language and adult content
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Non-con, hurt and adult situations.
Summary: A conspiracy is born.
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is a sequel to ‘Putting Down Roots’ which you can find
here
Previous parts of this story can be found here
Greg dropped the brush in the sink and literally leaped over his couch to grab the phone. “Rob, Rob…I’ts Greg. What are you talking about? Where are you?”
Greg could hear Rob breathing hard on the telephone. He knew he hadn’t hung up and he could hear loud music and glasses clinking together. He had to be in some bar somewhere but what was it he said about Nick. Greg yelled at the top of his lungs into the phone trying to get Rob back on the line.
Finally, he heard Rob’s voice again. He was close to hysteria and he was talking so fast. His voice sounded as though he was trying not to cry. “Greg, you got to get over here right away. He’s gonna be hurt so bad. Please Greg.”
“Rob, calm down, man. I’m here and I’m listening to you. Now first, where are you?”
“Remember I told you I was gonna take this bartending job at this new club?”
“Jesus Christ Rob, not the Ball and Chain. That place is just barely one step up from a torture club.”
“Yeah but the pay is fantastic if you can ignore the screams and the blood.”
“What about Nick? What do you mean, ‘he’s gonna be hurt’.”
“Nick came in a couple of hours ago. I thought it was him but I couldn’t imagine him in a place like this so I made sure I was the one waiting on him. When he ordered a beer in the bottle, I knew it was him. He didn’t recognize me so I just served him but I tried to keep an eye on him. At first it was OK, he had his beer and then he went out and danced and I couldn’t believe it at first the way he was rubbing all over some of these guys and letting them handle him but nothing was happening and I figured since you two weren’t together any more it was OK and…..”
“Rob, stop and take a breath, OK? Now I got that Nick was there and dancing and there was some body contact going on but how did that turn into 'he’s gonna be hurt'?”
“This one guy, his name is Larry and he’s just barely human. He came over and started dancing behind him and he was rubbing him all over and even I could see Nick was getting a hard-on and then Larry’s friend joined them…”
Greg interrupted him, “What is the friends name?”
“I don’t know. The guys behind the bar here call them Larry, Moe and Curly because there’s three of them and …you know like the three Stooge’s.” Rob almost screamed at Greg, “Good God Greg, never mind names. Nick thought there were two of them and he went to the back with them but they always play in three’s and they play rough. There is always blood to clean up after they use a room. You need to get here fast and if you’ve got a gun bring it.”
“What the hell do you mean bring a gun?”
“Greg, they play for keeps and as big as they are, it’s going to take an UZI to get them to give up a toy as pretty as Nick.”
Greg told Rob to give him the address. He should know it; the lab had already had several calls to that club. It had a bad reputation and had only been open three months. He told Rob to keep an eye on the room and he would be there as fast as he could. Rob told him to use his lights and sirens and hung up.
Greg called Bobby and woke him out of a sound sleep. Bobby was at least used to getting woke up so he was alert at once just at the sound of Greg’s voice. Greg told him what Rob had said as quickly as possible. Bobby asked Greg what he needed. Greg told him he needed him and the biggest, baddest gun he owned. Bobby told Greg to take off and they would meet him at the club. He also told him to be sure and take his ID and gun permit. Greg was half way to the club before he realized Bobby had said ‘they’.
He did put on his lights and his siren and he made it to the club in less than 15 minutes. He waited and was getting ready to go in on his own when Bobby’s honking big truck drew up also with lights and siren’s going full blast. He piled out one side and Steve the other. Greg was out of his car and waiting for them on the side walk. The three of them walked up to the bouncer who looked as though he really thought he was going to keep them out.
Greg hesitated for a very brief second and was glad he did when he heard Steve’s big, deep voice say, “We just got a call there’s an officer in trouble inside. Are you goin’ to let us in and try to take care of this on our own or are we going to have to call a SWAT team and throw what ever is left of your asses in jail when we get through with you?”
The guy didn’t say a word. He just removed the rope and let them pass through. Greg looked at Steve and thanked the dear Lord above he was on their side. They hurried inside the club, flashed their ID at the doorkeeper who was about to ask them for money and told him they were there on official business. If he was a good boy and kept his mouth shut, they would pretend they hadn’t even seen him. He was a very good boy. They saw his back side going out a side door as they entered the club.
Rob was waiting and came over pretending to ask them if they wanted a table or a booth. Under his breath, he told Greg to go to the back wall, make a left turn and go to the first hall. Turn right there and the stooges usually played in the fourth room on the left.
The three men hurried across the dance floor not being too gentle with anyone who got in their way. They reached the back wall, turned left and rushed down the first hall they came to. They halted briefly outside the fourth door on the left and couldn’t hear anything. Steve raised his foot and proceeded to kick the hell out of the door. It burst in on its busted hinges and they entered the room with their guns drawn.
Greg never knew how he managed to stay on his feet. He knew he felt Bobby’s hand gripping his elbow and finally digging into the nexus of nerves just above the joint. The pain made him gasp and pay attention. He wished he could just pass out.
Nick was fastened to a wooden bench. His hands were cuffed to the legs at the front and his legs pulled wide apart and also cuffed under the bench. His ass was open and his hole would have been visible to everyone except for the ugly wooden club rammed in it. His back, butt and thighs were covered with bloody stripes and welts and one of the stooges was standing beside the bench with a long whip in his hand. Blood, Nicky’s blood, was dripping off the whip on the floor. The other two stooges were at the head of the bench. One of them had his cock shoved in Nick’s mouth and the other was obviously waiting his turn.
Greg saw red. He rushed the ape with the whip, grabbed the whip out of his hand and smashed his teeth in with the weighted handle of the whip. It was a damn good thing he had backup because the other two started for him but Bobby and Steve each took a Neanderthal and had them on the floor on their knees with a gun pressed to the back of their heads in seconds. Greg was kneeling by the bench trying to talk to Nick but he was so stunned by the whole sight he couldn’t do much except brush Nicky’s sweat soaked hair off his forehead and tell him to hold on, they would get him out of there. He started to reach for the wooden club and pull it out of Nick’s rectum but Steve stopped him.
“What’s the matter with you. Can’t you tell how much that thing is hurting him?” Greg was almost in tears.
He reached for the abomination again and again Steve grabbed his hand and said, “Greg do you trust me?”
Greg glared at him and said, “What’s that got to do with that thing in Nicky’s ass?”
“We need to get these turds restrained and then we will take care of Nicky. Right now, if they make a move they could permanently injure him. Do you understand what I’m saying.”
Greg saw the wisdom of what Steve was saying but he didn’t want to wait a second to get that thing out of Nick. He walked over to the one he’d hit in the mouth who was now kneeling next to his partners with Bobby’s huge .357 Magnum moving from neck to neck. Bobby was having such a good time. He loved to use his big gun and if it hadn’t been for his friend laying on the bench bleeding and hurt he would have been having the time of his life.
Greg asked Larry, Moe or Curly, who ever, where the keys were for the cuffs. The idiot didn’t even realize he was in no position to be playing a smart ass and told Greg to go dig the keys out of the pansy’s ass. Greg looked up at Bobby and asked him if his gun needed to be dry-cleaned. Bobby gave him a thoroughly puzzled look and said of course not and what the hell was he talking about. Greg told Bobby he thought that if the ape had his Magnum shoved in his mouth, it might clear some of those broken teeth out of the way and then the guy could see he was talking through a mouth full of shit. Bobby smiled his big warm smile that reminded Greg so much of Nick’s. He often wondered if all Southern boys were born knowing how to turn that Southern charm off and on.
Bobby walked over, shoved the muzzle in the idiot’s mouth and believe me, he was not gentle. Greg heard another tooth crack and the ape grunted in pain. But when Bobby cocked the trigger, the ape began making a lot of noise. Greg finally told Bobby to pull the muzzle out so they could hear what he was saying.
Smash Mouth Ape told them the key’s were over in the top drawer of the small cabinet against the wall. Steve went over, found the keys and carefully removed the cuffs from Nick’s wrists and ankles. Nick made the first sound they had heard since they busted into the room. He moaned when Steve unfastened his ankle. When Steve held up the cuff, it was covered with blood on the inside. Greg took one look and brought his gun butt across the bloody mouth so hard he almost fell down. Smash Mouth did fall over, out like a light.
Steve and Bobby got three chairs, put the trio in the chairs and used the cuffs to fasten their hands to the back of the chairs. Then Greg went over to pull the ugly wooden dildo out of Nick but Steve stopped him again.
Greg was at the end of his patience. He swung around and would have hit Steve if Bobby hadn’t grabbed his arm and said, “Greg. It’s a trick dildo. It has barbs. If you pull it out, the barbs extend and it will rip the inside of Nick’s rectum to pieces. We have to find the trigger that keeps the barbs from releasing before we remove it.”
That was it. There was a sink in the room but Greg knew he couldn’t make it that far so he grabbed a wastebasket and puked his guts out. When he finally stopped throwing up, he wiped his mouth, went over to the sink and rinsed his mouth out. He went back to the bench where Steve and Bobby were carefully examining every available centimeter of the ugly instrument. Greg looked at Steve and in a voice that he hoped told him how sorry he was, asked him what he wanted him to do. Steve looked up at Greg with his soft, clear blue eyes and without a word let Greg know he wasn’t holding a grudge. He told Greg to get a towel out of the cabinet under the sink, wet it and see if he could clean Nick’s face and see if he was conscious. Greg knew it would be helpful but he also knew that kneeling in front of Nick’s face he could not see Bobby and Steve working on his boyfriend’s butt. Former boyfriend? No, he loved Nick. He was more than his boyfriend and seeing him in this condition just made him want to love and protect him. He finally realized that the one person Nick needed protection from the most was himself.
He got the towel and carefully wiped Nick’s face. He realized he was wiping semen and since the other two had been waiting their turn, he was pretty sure the cum belonged to Smash Mouth. He carefully cleaned every single trace from Nick’s face and then gently turned his head to the side so he could check first one side of his face and then the other. There did not appear to be any damage; then Greg saw the trickle of blood coming out of Nick’s mouth. He thought at first Nick had bitten his lip or his tongue but when he carefully opened Nick’s mouth and checked it out, he saw the tear inside his mouth at the corner of his lip and realized the bastard had shoved his cock in Nick’s mouth so hard, he’d torn it. He bent over, cleaned the blood away and gently pressed a kiss to Nick’s mouth. There was no response at all. Nick seemed to be complete out of it. Just then, he heard Bobby let out a big sigh, there was a very soft click and he heard a little grunt from Steve. Nick let out a moan that got louder and then a small strangled scream and he passed back out again. Greg looked up just in time to see Steve throw the ugly thing, dripping with Nick’s blood, into the sink.
Bobby grabbed some more towels from under the sink and he and Steve carefully folded them into a bandage of sorts which they gently pressed between the cheeks of Nick’s butt.
“We’ve got to get him out of here and get him medical attention like now” Bobby was saying softly to Steve as they worked on stopping the blood seeping out of Nick’s rectum.
Greg told them he’d be right back. He left the room on a dead run and headed back out into the club. He motioned to Rob and after a quick look around, Rob sidled over to him. “Did you stop them” he asked?
“Yeah but they managed to do a lot of damage. I owe you one Rob. Now tell me how we can get a naked, bleeding, badly wounded man out of here without causing a riot.”
Rob told Greg to go back in the hall and start getting Nick ready. He’d be there just as fast as he could. Greg headed back to the fourth door on the left; hell’s front door. Bobby and Steve were still working on Nick. The blood was slowing down but the towels were still slowly soaking. He told them they needed to start getting Nick ready to move. The three of them just looked at each other. How were they going to move a bloody hunk of meat which was about all Nick was at that moment? How were they going to get him out of the club? What were they going to do with him after/if they got him out? Just then they heard Rob scurrying down the hall. Greg knew he needed to protect Rob from the three apes still handcuffed to the chairs so he ran through the door and caught Rob in the hall. He had a key in his hand.
“Which one of you drove here” he asked? When told there were two cars he just said, “Damn! Ok, here’s what we have to do. Two of you go get your cars and bring them down the alley in back of the club. Go around the block and come in from the back side. When you get the cars in place, come back in the back door. This is the key. We’ll get Nick down the hall, out the back door and into your car and then you take it from there.” Greg told Rob they would get Nick down the hall and for him to get himself back behind the bar and forget everything he’d seen. They would protect him and keep the apes from knowing about his participation in Nick’s rescue. And that’s just what they did.
Bobby and Greg decided quickly while walking out to their cars they would get Nick in the back of Greg’s car since he’d brought his assigned Denali home with him and the back seat was big enough to lay Nick down. Steve would ride in Greg’s car in the back with Nick and they would take him to their house while they decided on their next move. They both knew they had almost no time to make a decision because of Nick’s extreme loss of blood but they also knew they needed to get him away from that hell hole as quickly as possible.
When they got the cars in position, they both rushed back down the hall and started trying to figure out how to move Nick. Steve told them to get out of his way, picked Nick up in his arms like a baby and carried him down the hall to the waiting car. As Bobby and Greg started to leave, one of the apes, not Smash Mouth who was out of it again, asked them what was about them. Bobby looked at them and said, “Well if we’re lucky, no one will find you three until you start stinking.” He carefully propped the broken door back in the jamb, decided it looked pretty good and headed down the hall behind Greg. They helped Steve get in the back seat still holding Nick in his arms. They got him propped up and took off for Bobby and Steve’s home. Thank God their daughter was at Steve’s parents for a special week-end with Mimaw and Gramps.
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They pulled Greg’s SUV in the garage and helped Steve get out. He carried Nick into the house behind Bobby and Greg who were heading for the spare bedroom. They pulled the covers off the bed and told Steve to lay him on the bed. Steve put him down and carefully turned him over on his stomach. Nick was still out of it and they were beginning to worry about that. Steve was worried and couldn’t understand why they brought Nick to their house instead of taking him directly to a hospital. Bobby looked at Greg and then at his spouse.
He walked over to Steve and put his arms around his waist and leaned against him. Steve instinctively put his arms around his love. Bobby and he just hugged for an instant and then Bobby pulled back and said, “Steve, if anyone finds out about this, Nick’s career is over. He will never get a job in law enforcement not even as a janitor. If there is any way to handle this without letting everyone in Vegas know about it, we need to come up with it now.”
There was complete silence in the room for a few seconds then Greg went ‘OH’ about the same time Bobby went ‘HEY’. They turned toward each other and both of them said at the same time, “ALAN”.
Bobby leaped across the room, grabbed the phone and started pushing buttons. Thank God they were personal friends and he didn’t have to go through the good doctor's answering service. He called Alan’s home number and prayed for an answer. On the fifth ring, he heard a garbled hello. He was also thanking God it was a Saturday. He quickly told Alan there was an emergency, please would he bring his doctor’s bag and get to their house ASAP. Alan asked him what was going on and Bobby said, “Alan I’ve never said this to you before and I hope to the dear Lord I never have to again but this really is a life and death matter. Please come.” Alan told him to open the front door, he’d be there in 10 minutes. He made it in 8.
Alan worked on Nick for over an hour before he finally came out of the spare bedroom. He was drenched in sweat and shaking. He asked for a stiff drink and collapsed in a chair. Greg made him a Jack Daniels and when he started to add Coke, Alan stopped him. “Just put some ice in that and bring it here. Bring the bottle too.”
After his second straight belt, he poured a third, took a small sip and then looked at the three men sitting around the living room in various postures of misery. “One or all of you better start talking right now or I’m going to call the police and have you all arrested for assault.”
Greg just gaped at him and finally said, “You can’t think any one of us did that. Good God, we’ve spent the last three hours trying to get him away from the shit heads that did that to him and get him safe.”
Alan nodded. “Ok then start talking.” For the next hour, they told him every single thing that had happened since Greg answered Rob’s hysterical call. It didn’t take that long but Alan stopped them three times to go check on Nick and take his vitals. When they finished, Alan asked them the same thing Steve had; why didn’t they take Nick to the hospital. He wasn’t sure but it was possible Nick needed surgery maybe even a colostomy because of the severe damage to his rectum. And the whip marks on his back were ripe for infection.
Greg and Bobby repeated their concern for Nick’s career and told Alan, they were afraid they would save his life only to ruin it. If the story got out, Nick’s reputation was gone. He might never work at any thing but menial labor for the rest of his life.
Alan put his head in his hands and just sat there for a good 5 minutes. Finally he raised his head and said, “OK here’s what we can do. I do work for a small, very private clinic in Hendricks. I can get Nick admitted to the clinic under an assumed name. He will get first class medical care and I will work on his mental problems when his physical condition improves enough. Or are you going to try to tell me he doesn’t need professional counseling.”
Greg, Bobby and Steve all said “Hell NO!” at the same time.
Greg told Alan they knew for a fact that Nick had gone to the club on his own and had gone to the back room with Larry and one of the apes willingly. They also told him that they knew for a fact that Nick did not know about the threesome and they were pretty sure it was Nick’s first time at that club. Alan asked Greg how he knew that. Greg told him because the club had only been open three months and he and Nick had still been together for the first month and because of the work load they had carrying at the crime lab, he was pretty sure Nick had not been there during the two months after they separated.
Alan made arrangements to have Nick transported to the clinic in a private ambulance. He told the three friends they were going to have to pay for the ambulance themselves either in cash or with a credit card. But they needed to pay up front to keep all records confidential. They asked how much the ambulance would cost. Alan said probably $750.00. Bobby and Steve had $600.00 in cash and Greg rushed down to the corner while they were waiting and pulled $300.00 out of the ATM machine.
He got back as quickly as possible and asked if he could go in and sit with Nick until the ambulance got there. Alan said yes but they had one other problem they needed to address. Greg gave him a puzzled look and asked what else was wrong. Nick was stable for the moment, medical care was going to be provided, they had the cash for the ambulance…what else did they need.
“What are you going to tell them at the crime lab” asked Alan.
Bobby, Steve and Greg looked at each other and as one said, “OH SHIT!”
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Date: 2007-10-21 04:37 am (UTC)Okay I love love LOVE Bobby on the show, and love him even more now!
*SMOOCH* Our boys are a mess aren't they? *Grin* PRobably not the best thing to read right before bed, but maybe I'll dream of them reuniting! *giggle*
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Date: 2007-10-21 03:41 pm (UTC)I worked around medical people for years and I always heard the 'mind guys' say that their patients always caused themselves more pain that any one else could. I guess I channeled that for this chapter.
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Date: 2007-10-21 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-21 05:56 am (UTC)Really great up-date. Man that was intense! Poor Nicky, poor poor Nicky.
Beautifully written as always. I can't wait to see what happens next!
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Date: 2007-10-21 03:44 pm (UTC)Besides, Bobby does love his guns and since he is basically a positive character I just could see him trying to find something good in the worst situation.
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Date: 2007-10-21 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-21 09:52 pm (UTC)and I love Bobby even more as well.
I hope Nicky's ok.
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