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."
