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-in-law 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."
