The Bribe

RAPE WARNING


CODE: D (set in the D Is For Damien storyline)

TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA

PAIRING: Sheriff Wayne Rhoades/Robbie (M/M)

EXPLANATION: BLECH!! That was exactly how I felt after writing this, the very first scene, erotic or nonconsensual, to feature Sheriff Wayne Rhoades of the Minot stories. I can't remember by now where the exact idea came from to make him this Jekyll/Hyde-like bisexual with a sadistic streak and a preference for asphyxiation, but that was how he turned out. I wrote this scene and then...felt like kicking him in the head. Repeatedly. What sort of police officer would not only extort a suspect for sex, but extort from him what practically amounts to nonconsensual sex? (Robbie DOES agree, but it's obvious that he's not very willing--nor does he enjoy it, whatsoever.) I really, REALLY hated Rhoades after this scene, which made me feel very uncomfortable as he's a police sheriff, and what are police supposed to do but protect? (I have this thing for police, obviously...I put them up on pedestals...crooked cops just steam the PISS out of me.) Thus, any followup scenes were a long while in coming..."Jekyll & Hyde" was the first such effort, and it did not make him look much better. But it helped me begin to understand him as a flawed character. Further scenes with his wife made him a lot more tolerable, though I'd still advise my male characters against getting too closely involved with him...except Reichert...Reichert will do anything...

DISCLAIMERS: I doubt by now that threatening somebody with a gun would be in Rhoades's nature. See Rhoades's other scenes for the development of his character, starting with his NC scene with Nora ("Jekyll & Hyde"), followed by "After The Storm" and then "Kind Of Rough." You can still kick him in the head afterwards if you want.

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The Bribe

"You're in a very bad situation, Robbie."

Robbie shrugged and gave what he hoped was his most helpless smile. "Aw, c'mon, Sheriff, it's just a little mistake."

Rhoades cocked his head a little; Robbie could see his eyes narrow slightly. "Being caught with drugs while on parole. That's not a little mistake. You know what happens now."

He stepped forward into the junk-littered room. Robbie knew what he meant. He'd do anything to avoid going back to jail. He was sick of that place. He tried another innocent smile and shrug.

"C'mon, Sheriff, isn't there anything I could do to persuade you to let me off just this once?" he asked sweetly.

Rhoades's eyes narrowed again and he stared at Robbie for a good long time. Robbie felt like fidgeting, that stare was making him so nervous. He wished the cop would make up his mind and let him go.

Instead of saying anything else he just stood and waited. He knew that Rhoades could have a nasty temper; he'd heard the stories. Maybe he'd be lucky today; maybe the sheriff was in a good mood. He had to find out somehow. He looked at him expectantly. After a moment Rhoades finally spoke, and his words made Robbie pause.

"Pull down your pants," he said.

Robbie blinked. "What?"

Rhoades's eyes were colder than anything he'd ever seen. "I said pull down your pants."

Robbie stood there for a moment, wondering if this had been a good idea or not. He finally decided that it could be a lot worse; this was probably better than jail time. After only a little more hesitation he did as he was told, undoing his belt buckle and pulling down his pants. He felt a brief flash of embarrassment but brushed it off. Hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, right?

He smiled sheepishly. "Uh, is there...anything in particular you want me to do?"

"Just turn around and shut up."

He did so, facing one of the old tables standing in the middle of the room. Rhoades came up behind him and pushed him down over it so abruptly that he almost hit his head. He jerked slightly when the cop yanked down his underwear, but decided against moving again. Best to just get this over with. He stood as still as he could, trying not to shiver in the cold, hearing Rhoades behind him unzipping his own pants, his breath coming faster now. Of all the alternatives to being thrown in jail, this certainly wasn't one which Robbie had considered. Oh well. He supposed that Rhoades had to find some way to get his kicks, and maybe this was it. He just hoped he would get it over with quick.

"Will this take too long?" he ventured, lifting his head slightly from the old table.

"I said shut up," Rhoades growled, and Robbie actually felt the barrel of his gun pressed against his neck. He held up his hands slightly, as if to say, "Okay, you're the boss," and the gun was taken away. Let's just get it over with, he thought again, but the truth was, he was getting a little nervous by now.

Would being in jail be any worse than this?

Rhoades paused for a moment, and Robbie wondered what he was doing; it took him about the same length of time to realize that he was actually doing nothing, or else thinking of something --what, Robbie wasn't sure--and attempting to become aroused. Whatever he was thinking of must have done the trick; he kicked Robbie's legs apart and placed himself behind and between them, panting now. Robbie felt him grip his shoulders, squeezing hard. He was shivering now, and not just from the cold. Whatever Rhoades had on his mind, there was no foreplay involved; he positioned himself and Robbie jammed his fist in his mouth when he pushed inside, hard and full. Rhoades was much bigger than he was, in more than one way; the penetration actually hurt, but Robbie wasn't going to say so. Rhoades pulled out, almost completely; Robbie let out his breath. When he thrust in again he bit his knuckles, searing pain shooting through him. Maybe this had been a bad idea, after all.

Rhoades's grip on his shoulders was hard, as well. Every time he pushed in his fingers sank deeper into Robbie's skin. Not only that, but the edge of the table was pressing against him uncomfortably as well, and he could feel slivers digging into his free hand and the side of his face. He lifted his head as much as he could, still biting his hand against the pain. As he looked up he noticed for the first time that there was an old dusty mirror hanging on the opposite wall; in it he could see what was happening. Rhoades stood behind him, pushing at him hard between his legs; his eyes were shut and his head raised, and with each thrust he gritted his teeth. Robbie was tight inside, due to his relative size; yet he could tell that Rhoades was gaining immense pleasure from the act, judging by the strained grunt that he let out once in a while. The way he threw back his head, the way he let out his breath with each pull out and groaned throatily, his voice thick with lust, with each deep push in, made Robbie want to pass out; yet the throbbing pain, and Rhoades's swollen, throbbing hardness, prevented him from doing so. He found himself actually praying to lose consciousness; but it wouldn't happen. Rhoades's breathing was hoarse; he gave a heated groan of deep animal pleasure as he plunged upwards, hard, forcing Robbie into the table. Robbie let out a choked sob of pain. He couldn't move anymore; instead he just lay over the table like a used ragdoll, allowing the sheriff to push into him, over, and over, forcing himself inside deeper, hot and engorged. The only redeeming thing that Robbie could think of was that he didn't go fast; yet even that was worse, as it only took Rhoades that much longer to finish.

After what seemed like an eternity Rhoades let go of Robbie's shoulders, gripping his hips instead; Robbie dimly saw him in the mirror as he thrust deeply inside with a harsh grunt, let go, thrust again; his motions grew slowly more urgent until he plunged inside forcefully, throwing back his head and groaning one last time. Robbie jerked again, feeling the hot liquid gush inside him; as soon as it ceased Rhoades pulled himself out and away. Robbie just lay over the table, completely spent.

Only after some time had passed was he able to force himself to stand, leaning on one hand against the table, his legs shaky and weak. He felt like throwing up; he couldn't believe how sick and dirty he felt. Rhoades was zipping up his pants and glanced over at him, a sneer of disgust crossing his face.

"Pull them up," he muttered, nodding in Robbie's direction. "You look like a piece of shit standing there like that."

Robbie bent and numbly did as he was told. He couldn't even feel the sharp, throbbing ache inside him by now, the room was so cold.

"Can I go now?" he asked, his voice sick and dead.

Rhoades jerked his head at the door. Robbie slunk past him toward it. He was just about ready to dart outside and away from that place when Rhoades's voice stopped him short, saying, "Hey."

Robbie froze, forcing himself to turn back. Dull fear was creeping back up in his chest. But Rhoades only tossed him a small plastic baggie; Robbie barely caught it and, looking at it, saw that it was his confiscated drugs. He glanced back up at Rhoades, his eyes pleading to leave.

"Go on," the cop said, still looking disgusted. "And don't let me catch you violating your parole again."

Robbie just nodded--he was pretty sure that was one thing he'd never do again--and silently slipped out.

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