Misunderstanding

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


Warnings: Angst, Violence, Slash, Sexual Assault, Language


Rating: FRAO


A/N: There are a few intentional misspellings, they are in the story for a specific effect on one character's speech pattern.

Summary: How will a misunderstanding affect the life of one of the Duke boys?


Misunderstanding
Chapter 1


As he walked into the bar, he wondered if it would look any different than a regular bar. He was surprised to see that it did look pretty much like any other bar, except for the fact that all the couples were men. Looking around the room he soon spotted his friend Chris Taylor sitting at a table and waving him over. Weaving his way through the crowded room, he soon reached the table where Chris and another man sat waiting.


"Chris, good to see you," he greeted the slightly shorter blond, pulling him to his feet and giving him a quick hug.


"Bo, good to see you too," Chris replied, returning the hug. Drawing back from Bo, Chris turned to the other man at the table. "Ray Miller, this is my friend Bo Duke," he introduced, stepping to the side and slipping an arm around Ray's waist. "Bo, this is Ray Miller, the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with."


"Ray, nice to meet you," Bo said, shaking the other man's hand before taking a seat.


"It's nice to meet you too Bo. Chris told me what you did for him, I'm glad I finally get the chance to thank you in person," Ray said.


"I didn't do anything special, just what anybody would've done," Bo protested, blushing slightly at the attention.


"That's not true Bo and you know it, I know you think it's not so, but there is no way I can ever repay you for your help. If you hadn't helped me, given me a place to stay when my folks kicked me out I would've left Hazzard, probably for Atlanta. You ain't never spent any time in a place like Atlanta Bo, but let me tell you the life I would've had as a gay teenage runaway wouldn't have been pretty. You letting me hide out at your uncle's old still site, bringing me food, giving me a chance to graduate high school, saved my life."


"Aw, come on now Chris you're making too big a deal out of it. All I did was let you stay in a leaky cabin and bring you some leftovers," Bo insisted.


"Whatever you say Bo," Chris replied, ending the argument for now, knowing they would be having it again. Chris used to think that Bo was just engaging in a bit of false modesty, but as the years passed he realized the truth. Bo was so unprejudiced that he truly didn't understand how rare a person he was, and Chris hoped he would never learn just how ugly the world could really be.


"I'm just glad we've stayed in touch over the years. That was the one thing about leaving Hazzard I didn't like, the thought of losing a good friend."


"I'm glad too Chris," Bo replied with a smile. "Now tell me, how did you two meet?" Bo asked, quickly changing the subject.


"He arrested me," Chris calmly stated. Leaning forward he slapped Bo on the back several time as the other man nearly choked on his beer.


"He what?" Bo sputtered out between coughs as he tried to regain his breath.


"Ray's a cop Bo, he pulled me over for speeding and I was in a bad mood. So when I started mouthing off, he decided to teach me a lesson and arrested me. I spent a couple of hours in a holding cell before Ray came in and released me, after I apologized of course. Three days later he called me up and asked me to dinner, the rest as the saying goes is history."


"You really arrested him?" Bo asked, looking at Ray for confirmation, sure that Chris was pulling his leg.


"Yep, of course I could've just let him go with a warning but as mad as he was, I figured he could do with some cooling off." Ray explained, blue eyes twinkling with laughter.


"Leave it to you Chris," Bo said with a laugh and a shake of his head.


"Anybody special in your life Bo?" Chris asked.


"Nah, you know me, too many ladies out there to settle down with just one," Bo replied.





Several hours later, Bo said his goodbyes and left the bar. Walking outside he turned to the left and headed towards his uncle's pick-up. He was surprised to see that there weren't any other people on the street. Even with it being late, he would've expected to see a couple of people at least. Not giving it any further thought, he continued on. Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his shirt, jerking him into an alley that ran along one side of the bar.


"Where you going sweetheart?" A large man wearing a green plaid shirt asked him, his breath reeking of whiskey.


"Get your hands off of me," Bo demanded, twisting loose from the other man's grasp.


"Ah now is that anyway to be?" Another voice asked from beside him, startling Bo.


Looking around the alley, Bo was surprised to see that there were five men, ranging in height from 6' to 6'8". "If y'all are wanting money, ya picked the wrong guy," Bo tried to tell them, only to be cut off by a fist to his gut.


"Money? You think that's what we want faggot?"


"What? No look y'all have made a mistake, I'm no..." another fist to the gut stopped his words again.


"Shut up faggot," a voice growled in his ear, followed by a shove against the brick wall behind him.


Bo did his best to fight back, but with five to one odds, he didn't stand a chance. In no time at all Bo had been beaten to the ground by the other men. Curling up into a ball, Bo did the only thing he could to protect himself from the fists and boots that continued to beat him. Finally the ugly words and viscious assault ended and the five men left the alley laughing and slapping each other on the back.


After several minutes, Bo slowly uncurled and began to pull himself to his feet.


"Where you think you're going faggot?" The man in the green plaid shirt snapped, knocking Bo back to the ground. Bending down, the man grabbed Bo by the shirt and pulled him to his knees.


Bo was caught completely off-guard by the other man's presence. Struggling against the man's hold, Bo froze when he heard the cocking of a gun and felt the cold metal against his temple.


"Now don't make me do anything you'll regret," the man snarled. "I got this problem faggot, ya see all that activity earlier made me hard. The way I see it, since you're a cocksucker you can just take care of it for me," the man explained.


"I can't, I'm not what..."


"You can and you will, or I'll give you an extra hole in your head. Now you open my pants and suck me off," the man ordered, one hand gripping Bo's hair as the other hand held the gun against his head.

With shaking hands, Bo began to unsnap the man's jeans and pulled down the zipper. With tears streaming down his face, he reluctantly did as he was told.


"Put your hand around it faggot," the other man ordered.


"Please don't make me do this," Bo tried again to convince the man to stop. "Owww," he cried out involuntairly when his attacker struck him on the head with the gun.


"Shut up and start sucking fairy or I swear I'll kill you," the man snarled angrily.


With no other choice, Bo leaned forward and cautiously took the head of the man's dick into his mouth. When the man shoved forward, Bo tried to pull back only to have the hand in his hair force him to stay in place. Desperately gasping around the dick that filled his mouth, Bo tried to drag in enough air to stay alive. The man pulled back slightly, allowing Bo to take in some much needed air, before ordering him again to suck him off. Doing his best to block out what was happening to him, Bo did the best he could to obey the man's order. Suddenly the man reached his climax, shooting his load into Bo's mouth, nearly choking him in the process.


"Thanks faggot," the man said with a smirk, shoving Bo away from him, laughing when he fell to the ground.

Bo had no idea how long he laid on the ground, shaking with fear and shame. The sound of a door slamming open further up the alley, brought him out of his shocked stupor. Painfully pulling himself to his feet, Bo stumbled to his uncle's pick-up, using nearby walls for support when he could. Reaching the truck, he jumped a foot at the sound of male voices down the street. Looking behind him fearfully, he saw several men leaving the bar he'd recently been in. "Get a hold of yourself, they're gone...I hope," he whispered to himself as he tried to stop shaking. Finally managing to get into the truck, Bo closed the door. Leaning across the seat, he rolled the window up and locked the door. After doing the same on the driver's side, he put the key in the ignition and started the engine.


Nearly two hours later, having driven much more slowly than normal due to his injuries, Bo pulled into the driveway of the Duke farm. Seeing that all the lights were off, he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or sorry. Painfully climbing out of the truck, he slowly made his way inside the farmhouse. Coming in through the kitchen, he was nearly to the living room doorway when he stumbled against a chair. The sound of the crash as man and chair hit the floor, brought Jesse and Luke running from their rooms.


"Bo! What in tarnation is going on here?" Jesse yelled, seeing his youngest on the floor and suspecting that he was drunk.


"Ungle Jesssse," Bo slurred out, finding it difficult to talk around the swelling of his lips and throat.


"Boy what do you mean stumbling in here drunk like this?" Jesse demanded. Turning away disgusted with his nephew, he saw Luke standing behind him. "You take care of him, I'm too dang mad right now," he ordered the oldest of his kids.


"Yes sir," Luke replied quietly, stepping around the older man and going to his cousin's aid. Bending down, he put one arm around Bo's waist and the other on his arm as he prepared to help him to his feet. "Oh my God," Luke cried out when his cousin turned his head towards him. "Uncle Jesse help me," he called, stopping the older man in his tracks.


Turning back to the kitchen, Jesse was shocked and horrified at the condition of his youngest. "Bo?" He called, hurrying forward and kneeling down in front of the younger man. "Who did this to you?" Jesse asked. Taking in the bloody, swollen lips, the torn shirt that barely covered a bruised and bloody chest, he reeled with shock. He had seen the boys come home from the Boar's Nest many times with bruises and busted lips, but never anything like this. "Bo, answer me son, who did this to you?"


"Don' know," Bo slurred out, voice thick with pain and unshed tears. " 'm sorry," he mumbled, looking away from his uncle ashamed of what he'd let happen.


"Ain't nothing for you to be sorry about Bo," Jesse assured him. "Come on now, let's get you into the bathroom. Luke, call Dr. Appleby will ya?" Jesse asked, as they finally got Bo to his feet and headed down the hallway.


"No! Pwease, no docor," Bo plead with his uncle, terrified that the old country doctor would somehow know what he'd done.


"Bo, what's wrong with you? Why don't you want to see the doctor?" Jesse asked, worried by the fear he could plainly hear in his nephew's voice.


Bo didn't answer though, just shook his head and looked at Jesse through tear filled eyes.


Jesse looked at the condition his nephew was in, the fear in his deep blue eyes and he made a decision. "Luke hold off on calling...for now," Jesse instructed over his shoulder. "Come on Bo, let's get you checked out and then we'll see if the doctor needs to be called."


Between them, Jesse and Luke were able to treat most of Bo's injuries, at least the ones they could see. After seeing the number of deep bruises on Bo's chest and back, many of them obviously made by feet, Jesse insisted on calling the doctor. He honestly believed that Bo should go to the hospital, but it was obvious that he could barely handle the idea of the family doctor. So Jesse decided to wait and see what Amos would have to say about Bo's injuries. If the doctor thought Bo needed to go to the hospital, Jesse was determined that he would get him there, if he had to hog-tie him to do it.

An hour and a half later, Dr. Appleby stepped out of the boys' bedroom, black bag in hand and a serious look on his face. "Jesse, I'd like to take Bo to the hospital but he is absolutely terrified of the idea."


"Well Amos if you think he should..."


"I do think he should have x-rays, but I'm pretty sure there are no internal injuries, other than a few cracked ribs. Now he does have a slight concussion, frankly I don't know how he managed to drive himself home without wrecking. However as scared as he is, I think the best thing to do is, let him stay here, unless he starts showing signs of more serious injuries that is. Now I'll give you a list of signs to watch for and if he starts having problems you get him straight to the hospital."


"Are you sure it'll be safe to do that Amos?"


"Oh yes, as I said I'm fairly sure he doesn't have any more serious injuries than the cracked ribs and concussion." Dr. Appleby replied, obviously distracted. Looking back towards the bedroom, he debated whether or not he should voice his suspicions to Jesse. Deciding that without confirmation, which Bo refused to give, the only fair thing to do was, stay silent.


"Is there something you're not telling me Amos?" Jesse asked, startling the other man.


"What? Oh, well his throat is a bit irritated, that and the busted lip are why he's having trouble talking. I've taped his ribs and treated the few cuts he has. I'll leave you with these pain killers and some soothing drops for his throat. He should be fine in a few weeks, just make sure he rests and no heavy lifting," the doctor instructed. "Call if you need me Jesse, goodnight," the doctor said, walking out the back door and leaving the family alone.


"Uncle Jesse, did you get the feeling there's something he's not telling us?" Luke asked from where he sat, drinking a cup of coffee.


"Yes I did, but there ain't anything we can do about it tonight. Why don't you go on back to bed, see if you can get a couple more hours sleep. Maybe tommorrow you can get Bo to tell you what happened and we can find out what we're not being told."


"Yes sir," Luke replied, walking to the sink and rinsing out his cup, before heading back to bed.


Walking into the bedroom he shared with Bo, Luke glanced over at his cousin, wincing at the bruises he could see. "I know you're awake Bo," he called to the shaking figure in the bed. "I don't know what you're hiding Bo, but you know you can tell me anything, don't you?" Luke quietly asked, sitting down on his cousin's bed and placing a gentle hand on his back.


Shaking his head, Bo refused to speak, only snuggling deeper into the covers as though hiding from the world.


"Alright Bo, I won't push you, just don't forget what I said, okay?"


"Okay," Bo whispered in reply. Reaching up and laying his hand on top of Luke's, he gave it a gentle squeeze, "Goodnight Luke."


"Goodnight Bo," Luke answered, standing up and climbing back into his own bed. Reaching for the lamp, he took one last look at his cousin's back, vowing to find out what had happened, no matter what it took.


TBC


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