---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 15.
--------------------------------------- Part 75: The Man in the Black Balaclava ---------------------------------------
Max was watching a big protest march streaming south over Sydney Harbour Bridge into Sydney's central business district. Many of the protesters were carrying banners reading slogans like 'Brigadiers Out', 'No to Army Coup' and 'Restore Democracy Now'. Max understood that there had been a military coup d'etat in Canberra where a group of brigadiers from the Australian Army had overthrown a Federal Labor Government.
The protesters marched off the bridge and down York Street. They reached Lang Park.
Max heard behind him the sound of rumbling and big diesel motors. He turned around and saw a squadron of army tanks approaching with gun barrels raised. For some reason the approaching tanks reminded Max of the Daleks from the 'Doctor Who' television series. They appeared just as menacing.
The protesters hesitated. They came to a stop. From within their ranks materialised a large group of big powerfully muscled men wearing sleeveless blue denim jackets open at the front displaying magnificent muscular torsos. They wore also blue denim jeans with black biker boots. One of them carried a sign reading 'Freedom Now'. Another biker, a massively built man with black curly hair turned his back and addressed the crowd. Max could not hear what he said but he could discern the insignia of the Roadknights Motorcycle Club prominent on the man's back.
The bikers resumed marching. The protesters followed them chanting continually "Join us. Join us." The bikers however marched silently. They seemed to exude some tremendous power that should have been intimidating but it was not. Max sensed a great power for good.
The tanks pulled over to the side of the street and stopped. They lowered their gun barrels. Then a soldier appeared out of one of the tanks. He was followed by others coming out of the tanks. Max was reminded of the Prisoners' Chorus in Beethoven's opera 'Fidelio', the chorus 'O welche Lust ("O what joy")' sung by all the prisoners coming out of their cells into the sunlight. In fact Max could actually hear the singing of the prisoners' chorus as a soundtrack. Soon all the tank crews had left the tanks and walked towards the marchers who had halted and were now silent. Max observed that not a single one of the soldiers was wearing his helmet or any kind of headgear.
A loud cheer went up from the crowd. The big bikers embraced the soldiers who then joined the rest of the protesters. The protesters welcomed the soldiers into their ranks. They all marched a little further until they reached the tanks where they stopped.
A big, very powerfully muscled biker leapt up onto the turret of one of tanks with athletic ease. With a shock, Max recognised the man as Scott, his own son but a lot bigger and more muscular than when Max had last seen him. He seemed more mature too and had become very good-looking. Max's heart filled with pride at knowing that the truly magnificent specimen of manhood standing on the tank was his son.
"Friends," Scott began in a strong clear baritone voice, "the dark clouds of dictatorship are plunging our beloved country into the long night of terror and oppression. We, the people of Australia, will not, must not allow this terrible thing to happen."
A huge cheer went up from the crowd.
From the tank Scott went on to give a stirring speech punctuated by frequent roars of approval from the crowd. He gave his heartfelt thanks to the soldiers who had joined them from the tanks. He powerfully reminded the crowd of Australia's long and deeply ingrained democratic traditions and said that up until the military coup, Australia could hold her head high as the freest country in the world. He said that they would strive mightily to restore those precious democratic traditions.
When he had finished, the crowd cheered mightily. It seemed to Max the crowd had grown to an enormous size. The cheering seemed to come from a million throats.
Finally after what felt like a long time, the cheering died down.
A grizzled army sergeant from one of the tank crews stood near Max.
The sergeant yelled out to Scott standing on the tank turret, "Sir, will you be our King?"
There was a huge enthusiastic cheer from the crowd.
They started chanting, "Say yes. Say yes."
Scott held up his hands and the crowd eventually quietened.
"Yes," he said.
Immediately there was a great cheer of approval. Scott held up his hands and waited patiently for the prolonged cheering to stop.
Finally he was able to continue.
"Yes," he said, "but there is a big but."
Disappointed noises came from the crowd.
When the noises died down, Scott continued.
"The but is this. I will become your King only if the majority of the people of Australia agree with you."
A loud cheer went up from the crowd, punctuated by cries of "Yes!"
When Scott was able to go on, he said, "If I am to become your King, we will do this legally. I will not be, I refuse to be part of another coup. We will make the change by changing the Constitution of Australia following the process laid down in the Constitution. You know what that means. I know people think it's difficult and long- winded but we can all do it. If I am to become your King, I want no criticism of the way we all achieve this change."
More cheering filled Max's ears.
Then Max woke up with the sound of cheering echoing in his ears. It was still dark. Max knew that he had just had a 'loud' dream.
He could not get back to sleep as his brain was buzzing with thoughts about what the future would hold. He felt uneasy and oddly emotional. He could not help feeling that big changes were on their way but they would be good changes.
All the sounds he could hear at the moment were the breathing of his sleeping wife next to him in the bed and the roar of the waves from the Pacific Ocean crashing on the beach outside. The glass doors of the bedroom were open onto the balcony because both he and Veronica liked to hear the sound of the waves. A large night insect banged against the insect screen a couple of times. Max could hear its buzz as it flew away. It was still dark. There was no wind.
More people arrived from Mount Remarkable to join the community on Valley Road. Garry or Gazza Smith arrived driving his prized bright yellow 1970 Holden HK Monaro GTS 350 that sported black GT stripes and the South Australian numberplate 'GTS-350' for Garry Terrence Smith or 'Gran Turismo Sport' and the 350 cubic inch (5.7 litre) Chevrolet V8 engine. With him riding his Harley-Davidson came his lover, Alex Kane and their mate Luke Errington also on a Harley-Davidson. They were all powerfully muscled supermen and Roadknights who looked much younger than their age of more than fifty years and both were covered with tattoos. Garry's bike went via Somewhere Else.
Garry's German Shepherd Dog Bodo also arrived sitting on the back seat of the Monaro as if he were royalty. Bodo was one of Hannibal's littermates with the same loud outgoing energetic personality. To protect the back seat of his precious Monaro from his dog's claws, Garry had put a tough canvas cover over the vinyl of the seat.
Luke, Alex and Gazza had seen active service in the Vietnam War. Alex and Gazza fought in the battalion commanded by Major Peter Kursky who had been acting Lieutenant-Colonel for most of the war. However, Peter had never been promoted to the substantive position of Lieutenant-Colonel because he was considered to be 'too popular' and 'too friendly' with the men under his command. Not only that but Peter's Russian ancestry counted against him. Those who served under him were quite open with their respect and admiration for him. Many men said that they would walk barefoot over hot coals of fire to hell and back for him. In fact in Vietnam they did go to hell and back. Peter and his men terrified the Viet Cong who referred to him as the 'Black Tiger', the Bringer of Death and Fear. The men of his battalion were often in the thick of the fighting. They were ferocious fighters who achieved a high body count. They were frighteningly effective soldiers.
In this battalion had been also Matt Reeves, Scott's uncle, and his mate Mick Shanahan. Both Alex and Gazza were in the same platoon commanded by Lieutenant Bill Powers, Derek's father. Both men tried to rescue Matt and Mick and both saw Matt die in Mick's arms when they had been rescued by the helicopters. Alex was wounded by the North Vietnamese in the attempt to save Matt along with several other soldiers.
The Australian soldiers were withdrawn from the Vietnam War at the beginning of 1973 by the new Labor Federal Government headed by the new Prime Minister, Gough Whitlam, a move that enraged President Nixon of the United States. It was said that Nixon ordered the CIA to engineer the dismissal of Gough Whitlam and the Labor Government by the frequently drunk Governor-General, Sir John Kerr.
The men had a hard time adjusting to normal life after they returned to Australia.
Alex was still in his army uniform on his way to being demobilised when he came across a Vietnam Moratorium march in the Sydney central business district. He was surrounded by angry protesters. One young man with long curly blond hair spat at him a thick gob of spittle that landed squarely on Alex's face. Alex exploded in a red range and landed two powerful punches in the protester's face. Alex was a big, strong man. His punches killed the young man. The other protesters gathered around screaming abuse at Alex but were careful to keep their distance. The police who had been monitoring the march quickly moved in and arrested Alex. They charged him initially with murder but later the charge was reduced during the trial to manslaughter. Alex was thoughtless enough to say in front of the police and the protesters that it was his greatest pleasure to feel the bones in that long-haired bastard's face breaking under his fists. That remark counted badly against him at his subsequent trial. The Defence Department quickly washed their hands of Alex, a move that angered Peter who testified in Alex's favour at Alex's trial. After a lot of argument to and fro in court, Alex was found guilty of manslaughter and sentenced to eight years' imprisonment.
Alex quickly established a reputation in prison as a real tough guy with an explosive temper and a man to be feared. He acquired as his lover a very talented and artistic tattoo artist who delighted in covering Alex's powerful muscular body with tattoos. Alex would reward his lover frequently by fucking him hard up the arse until the man reached an earth-shaking anal orgasm. Also while in prison he hit the weights seriously, becoming even stronger, fitter and a lot more muscular.
Peter Kursky's action in appearing in his army major's uniform and giving evidence in favour of Alex at Alex's trial aroused the ire of many in the Defence Department. It was made very clear to Peter that he would never be promoted again.
As time went on, Peter became more and more angered by the treatment of the Vietnam veterans in Australia. At that time the Returned Servicemen's League (RSL) refused to accept Vietnam veterans as members because they considered that the war in Vietnam was not a real war. Many Australians who had opposed the war reviled the returned soldiers saying that they were killers and monsters. The Defence Department and the Federal Government, both Labor and Liberal, cared little for the Vietnam veterans.
Peter regularly used to visit Alex in prison while wearing his uniform as an army major. Again that was a move that upset many in the Defence Department. But Peter fell into despair because he was stuck in a desk job in Canberra doing nothing but 'busy work'. He ended up taking refuge in alcohol.
By this time Lieutenant Bill Powers had been promoted up the ladder and had reached the rank of major. When he heard about Peter's drinking problem he used to catch up with his former commanding officer. He endured a lot of abuse from Peter who accused him of being a show pony and worse for getting promoted quickly. Peter saw himself as a real, honest-to-goodness warhorse who had been put out to grass prematurely. Bill even visited Alex in prison with Peter while wearing his army major's uniform. However, unknown to Peter, Bill had cleared it with his commanding officer, a colonel who told him to keep that 'mad Russian bastard' out of trouble. The colonel meant 'bastard' in the uncomplimentary sense. Bill bristled but he was not going to argue with a full colonel. He reflected ruefully that Peter had called a group of senior military officers a 'conga line of suckholes' to their faces.
There was one particularly torrid visit to Alex in prison when Bill let slip that Peter had an alcohol problem. Alex then expressed with brutal frankness his profound disappointment in Peter and reminded him how much he had the undying admiration and respect of the men who fought under his command in Vietnam. He told Peter that the men under his command would walk barefoot over hot coals of fire to hell and back for him. As a result, Peter resigned his commission in the army and left to wander around Australia. He ended up falling in with Hal and Elizabeth and becoming a superman himself.
A few more years passed before Peter saw Alex again in prison and cemented their friendship. Alex was most impressed with the transformation of Peter. He did not know then that Peter had become a superman. That came later.
When Alex had served his sentence with remissions for good behaviour, Peter picked him from the prison gates, took him into the Fellowship of the Way and trained him up as a superman and as a Roadknight. Alex was unusual in being heavily tattooed but no-one minded. Because he had become a Roadknight, he used his super powers to alter the tattoos on his back to an ornate and highly coloured Roadknight insignia surrounded by a wreath of blue oak leaves.
Gazza married his long-time girlfriend in Adelaide soon after he returned from Vietnam for the last time. His wife fell pregnant soon after their marriage.
When her time came, she gave birth to a badly deformed and profoundly retarded monster. The baby boy lived in a vegetative state all his life. His head was malformed and grossly enlarged with a repulsive face. His body was grossly deformed and the child would never be able to walk. The baby did not respond to what was going on around him because of his severely hampered mental activity. Feeding him was difficult and required specialised care.
His wife committed suicide a few months after the birth. Gazza spiralled down into a deep depression and required care in Hillcrest Mental Hospital, north-east of Adelaide. The baby boy was placed in Strathmont Centre, a home for the profoundly disabled where he stayed for the rest of his four years of life.
Gazza put the hideous deformities visited upon his son down to him and his fellow soldiers being sprayed by an American aircraft when the United States was defoliating the Vietnamese jungles by spraying Agent Orange, a toxic mix of herbicides on the trees to kill them in order to deny cover to their opponents. Agent Orange has since been proven to cause birth deformities.
After several years Gazza was pronounced cured of his depression and released from Hillcrest Hospital with a whole lot of medication. Gazza then went on an extended walkabout around Australia.
On his travels he heard that his mate Alex was in prison for manslaughter. He visited Alex several times in prison but never met up with Peter or Bill. The visits were not easy because Gazza was often doped out on heroin or high on amphetamines. Alex was clean because he was in prison and he refused every offer of illicit drugs. He picked Gazza's doped out state and pulled no punches in telling Gazza exactly what he thought of Gazza's drug habit.
After Alex was released from prison and had become a superman, he rode his Harley-Davidson around Australia looking for Gazza. He found Gazza doped out on heroin in Sydney, took him to Hope House in Kings Cross, and cleared him of the addiction to the various drugs Gazza was taking. They ended up making love. In the process Alex cleaned up Gazza's DNA removing the damage caused by Agent Orange. He then trained Gazza up as a superman.
Hope House was a mansion regarded as a gem of colonial architecture in Sydney. It had been scheduled for demolition and redevelopment as a multi-storey apartment block overlooking Sydney Harbour. However, it was saved from demolition by a green ban imposed by the Builders Labourers Federation (BLF). The Sydney City Council changed complexion after council elections and it revoked the development permit. During the subsequent legal action the developers went bust and the mansion plummeted in value when it was placed on the market by the receivers.
Lady Hope Bagenall, a wealthy widow and a superhuman member of the Fellowship, donated the money to buy the mansion. She opened the House and it was named in her honour. A bronze plaque commemorating the opening was placed near the front door. It became a magnet for the drug addicts, indigents, worn out prostitutes both female and male, street people and other unfortunates who inhabited Kings Cross, many of whom joined the Fellowship and the Roadknights and they in turn recruited others.
Gazza had already been tattooed while in Vietnam along with his mate Alex. When he found out he could use his super powers to alter and add to his tattoos, he decided he would emulate Alex and cover himself with tattoos include the same ornate Roadknight insignia on his back as Alex had.
Luke Errington had not fought in Peter Kursky's battalion. Instead he had served in the battalion commanded by Lieutenant-Colonel Gunn, later Colonel Gunn who had since retired to Ringtail Springs. After the war had ended, Luke felt utterly rootless. He had great difficulty in getting on with the rest of his family. As a result he drifted around doing jobs here and there until he had saved up enough to travel overseas. He spent a number of years in Britain including several years at Findhorn, a spiritual community in the north of Scotland.
Eventually he felt the pull of home. He worked on the oil rigs in the North Sea until he had saved enough money for his fare home and money to live on. He came back to Australia and drifted around the country. He got no comfort from his family. He eventually lobbed into the community at Mount Remarkable and became a superman. He developed a massively powerful body with huge bulging muscles. He grew in height from about 175 centimetres (5' 9") to 190 centimetres (6' 3") and his weight increased from a rail thin 45 kilograms (100 lb. or 7 stones 2 lb.) to 160 kilograms (353 lb.) of solid hard muscle. He was rapt by his magnificent muscular development. He was huge. He enjoyed being a superman and all that went with it.
Luke had become a big stunningly good-looking blue-eyed muscle blond possessing superhuman powers and 26-inch biceps (66 centimetres).
With the big Vietnam veterans came a group of young women riding their big fast Japanese four-cylinder bikes, Angela, Beatrice (Bee), Bianca, Michelle, Rebecca (Becky), Sarah, Fiona, Jodie, Verity, Sharon, Mandy, Catherine (Kate), Karen, Kylie, Morag and Wendy.
Some of the young women from Mount Remarkable had grown up in the Fellowship. Either they were very young children when their parents joined or they were born after their parents had become members. All were superhuman.
Another bunch arrived from Sydney. They were Josephine and Pierre Boulanger, Antonio (Tony) Moretti and Isaac (Zack) Hirschbaum. Zack's nickname was Sixpence.
Josephine (Fifi) and Pierre were skilled French pastry cooks who had migrated to Sydney about twenty years previously. Their business in Kings Cross failed and after a difficult time they joined the Fellowship. They drove to Ringtail Springs in their silver Toyota Land Cruiser. Tony and Zack arrived on their big bikes.
Tony Moretti had been a superman and member of the Roadknights for over twenty years since his late teens. The son of Italian immigrant parents, he had learnt his skills as a barista in his parents' busy cafe in Darlinghurst Road under the stern tutelage of his perfectionist father. He got talking to some of the customers from Hope House and one day when he had some spare time, he walked around to Hope House. He liked it so much that he stayed and became a superman and a Roadknight, much to the anger of his father and disappointment of his mother.
Zack Hirschbaum was the son of strict Orthodox Jewish parents living in Melbourne and the grandson of Jewish refugees who escaped from Nazi Germany. They arrived in Melbourne in the late 1930s with the exception of his paternal grandmother who was a survivor of Auschwitz. One of Zack's vivid memories of her was the prisoner number tattooed on her forearm by her Nazi gaolers. She was quite happy to show him. She said that it was a reminder of the terrible brutality that the Nazis inflicted on the Jews.
She, her husband, their son who was Zack's father and his wife, Zack's mother, Zack, his five brothers and four sisters all lived together in their house in Caulfield, a suburb south-east of Melbourne. They all spoke Yiddish at home but Zack's parents insisted that all their children learnt English. Zack shared a bedroom with his brothers. The boys slept in three two-tier bunks. Zack was the fourth son and seventh child in the family.
In his late teens Zack rebelled against the life of strict Jewish observances and Talmud studies imposed by his parents and grandparents. He ran away from home and hitch-hiked to Sydney on a truck. On the way, the truck driver seduced him and introduced him to the joys of man-to-man sex. He discovered he loved having another man's cock up his arse driving him to an orgasmic peak.
After a short stint living on the streets of inner Sydney, he tried his luck with a brothel in Kings Cross, one that offered male prostitutes. Zack was a tall, good-looking athletic young man in his late teens with wavy black hair, fair skin and dark brown eyes. He was immediately accepted.
He became very popular with the clients who enjoyed fucking the fit young man, particularly as he did not insist on condoms. When management decided that he was too old and too big, he was not a twink anymore, he was kicked out of the brothel and ended up on the streets of Kings Cross. He was soon picked up by Tony Moretti who took him back to Hope House. Tony made lots of love to him. It was not long before Zack became a superman, a member of the Fellowship and of the Roadknights.
As a superman Zack gained a splendid body packed with big hard muscles. He was 6 feet 3 inches (190 centimetres) tall and weighed 350 pounds (160 kilograms). He sported huge 26-inch (66-centimetre) biceps, a mighty chest and a spectacular abdominal eight-pack. Now in his mid-twenties, he grew a luxuriant moustache.
Kym was so overwhelmed by his first sexual experience with another man that he wanted Wolf to fuck him as frequently as possible. However, they had to keep a tight lid on the affair. The people of the town and district would have been scandalised to learn of their policeman's homosexual affair with another man. The ramifications of such a revelation were frightening to Kym but Wolf was completely sanguine about the affair. He reiterated to Kym that everyone in the Valley Road community could be trusted absolutely. However, if the normal townspeople became aware of Kym's frequent visits to the old Valley Road hotel, they would start to gossip and no doubt make up rumours.
Discretion therefore was of paramount importance to Kym. The solution they reached was that Wolf would visit Kym at the police station. He would arrive and depart under cover of darkness and he would ensure that no-one saw him.
Kym returned to the police station late on the evening of the day of his first fuck. To him it was a red-letter day. He was in a wonderful mood all the following day. The people in the town put it down to him having an excellent holiday with his parents over Christmas. His time away had in fact been the first holiday he had taken for a number of years. It had always been too hard for the police department bureaucracy to find a replacement police officer to cover him while he was on leave. It was fortunate for the department that Kym had taken little sick leave.
The next evening after dark Wolf arrived clad all over in a black leather jump suit with his face covered with a black balaclava that exposed only his eyes and his mouth. Unbeknownst to Kym, Wolf had flown high in the night sky to the police station from the old hotel.
He landed in the high-walled courtyard at the back of the police station without a sound. He observed the old-fashioned iron-barred cells along the back wall on the other side of the courtyard from the big stone bulk of the police station. Of nineteenth century design, the cells were open to the elements apart from the solid cast iron bars, baking in summer and freezing in winter.
Wolf padded silently across the courtyard to the police station and knocked quietly on the back door.
Kym had just finished his evening meal when he heard the knock on the back door. His heart almost stopped with fright when he beheld at his back door the big massively built black leather-clad figure with his face covered by a black balaclava like a terrorist.
Wolf immediately whipped off his balaclava, wrapped his mighty arms around Kym and planted a great big juicy kiss on Kym's lips. When Kym had recovered, his heart pounded with passion instead of with fright.
When Kym stopped for breath, Wolf whispered in his ear, "Let's fuck."
"Yes please," replied Kym passionately.
He pulled back in Wolf's arms and eyed Wolf.
"Christ, Wolf! You gave me a fright when you turned up at the back door dressed up like that!" he exclaimed. "I thought it was some crim coming to do me in."
"Sorry about that." Wolf apologised. "Didn't mean to scare you like that."
"God! You look sexy like that!" exclaimed Kym. "I could get you to do me just like that as you are."
"No thanks. I prefer to be naked having sex. Come on. Let's go upstairs and get naked. We have some serious fucking to do."
"Sure."
They headed up the stairs.
On the way up Wolf commented, "I know that no-one saw me coming in here. There was definitely nobody around when I scaled the wall."
"How the hell did you get over that wall?" asked Kym. "It's bloody high, like about five metres (16 feet). It was put up the century before last to stop the prisoners getting over it and escaping."
"I'm pretty bloody strong and athletic in case you haven't noticed."
"I sure have. You're the sexiest hunk of muscle I think I've ever clapped eyes upon. But I thought that not even you could get over that wall."
"Nah! No trouble at all," replied Wolf with a grin that made Kym's heart beat faster.
"Anyway," he continued, "with this outfit I'm much less likely to get spotted by anyone. We'll keep this as quiet and discreet as possible. Alright with you if I keep on wearing it here?"
"Yeah, that's fine now that I know about it. Christ! I almost cacked myself when I saw you all dolled up like that with the balaclava and all that but now I know, I'm OK about it."
Wolf kissed him hard on the lips.
"Just wondering," he said, "do you ever use those cells out the back?"
"Occasionally," replied Kym. "Most of the time I put someone in when he's had too much to drink and he's making a nuisance of himself. I put him in to cool off for the night. Then in the morning when he's hung over as hell, I let him go. The last time I used them was a couple of months ago when Scott caught some snot-nosed little crim trying to break into Derek Power's old garage up on Valley Road. Scott trussed him up like a chook with cable ties and brought him around here so I locked him in a cell until the CIB guys from Cootamundra could deal with him.
You see, that guy had already stolen heaps of stuff from the houses left vacant by the weekenders who're away during the week, stuff like flat screen TVs, home theatre stuff, computers, et cetera. I and the CIB guys from Coota were kept bloody busy dealing with all the stolen stuff and all the owners coming in to identify it.
The funny part of it was when Mr and Mrs McBride came around to make a complaint about that fellow spewing all that filthy language at her when he was trussed up in the back of Scott's ute. I tell you, it was a struggle to keep a straight face hearing all this filthy language coming verbatim from the mouth of such a respectable lady and trying to get it all down on her statement. Then I made the mistake of catching George McBride's eye. He had this funny little smirk on his face. I reckon I cracked a smile just for an instant but the bitch must have seen me. She glared at me then at her husband. 'Gentlemen, you are both to treat this awful business with the utmost seriousness. I expect no less,' she said.
Then she leans over my desk and taps her finger sharply on the desk in front of me. 'And you, Sergeant, are to press these charges against that despicable creature. I insist upon that,' she tells me. Yeah, I've charged him but the matter hasn't gone to trial yet. That guy's still out on bail but I don't know if the indecent and obscene language charges are going to make much difference to the sentence handed down, considering all the theft charges pending against him. He might get two or three years in gaol, four years even if the magistrate is feeling really narky."
Kym stopped for breath. He was short of breath climbing the stairs.
Wolf was grinning.
"I can just see it," he chuckled. "Mrs McBride's face. Yeah, Scott did tell me about that time he caught the fellow trying to break into Derek's place and the torrent of vile language he hurled at Mrs McBride. I hear her face was a picture. Anyhow, wanna fuck?"
"Ooh yes please," replied Kym.
They made it to Kym's bedroom on the upper floor. First Wolf stripped Kym naked apart from his police uniform shirt.
Unable to restrain himself, Kym threw his arms around the black leather-clad Wolf and kissed him passionately. His cock stiffened to full size very quickly.
When Wolf sensed that Kym was about to blow his load all over his black leather outfit, he locked down Kym's orgasm, locked Kym's cock into an erection and broke apart from him. He carried Kym over to Kym's unmade double bed and laid him down gently. In a trice he shucked off his leather jumpsuit and stood before Kym in all his naked glory.
Kym eyed him up and down from the bed and wolf-whistled him.
"God! Wolf, you're so fucking sexy and magnificent my cock won't go down. I reckon I've got a permanent stiffy thanks to you."
Wolf gave such big wide sexy grin that Kym gasped. Kym's balls ached.
Wolf lay down on the bed next to Kym and sucked his cock with enthusiasm. Kym gasped. His balls and perineum ached. The sexual tension was excruciating.
A little while later Wolf relented from the sexual torture of Kym's cock. He licked Kym's arsehole assiduously instead and filled the anus with spittle. Kym groaned as his sexual tension was racked up even higher.
When Wolf sensed that Kym felt that his arse was sufficiently lubricated, he switched on the small force field that made his skin feel deliciously lubricated. To a normal onlooker it would appear that Wolf's skin became slick and slippery with sweat.
Wolf rolled Kym over on his side, released the block on Kym's orgasm and gently entered him from behind like he did the previous day.
Kym groaned as he felt Wolf's slippery cock thrusting into him. He was overjoyed to feel Wolf's cock push up through his intestines into the upper part of his belly. He delighted in feeling Wolf's thick muscular arms wrapped around his body.
After a few more thrusts from Wolf, Kym's body stiffened up and arched backwards into Wolf. With a guttural cry he rushed into a huge, earth-shattering orgasm. Great gobs of fresh white semen gushed from his cock. Wolf continued thrusting into Kym, stoking his orgasm even more. He poured energy from the Primal Source into Kym sending him into a titanic orgasmic body-quake. The pulsing of Kym's internal organs around his cock pushed him inexorably towards his orgasm.
With a roar, Wolf thrust his cock as far as it could go up Kym's anus and squirted his load of semen into the depths of Kym's bowels.
They remained locked together in orgasmic ecstasy for an inhumanly long time. So intense was Kym's orgasm that his eyes rolled back in their sockets so that only the whites were showing.
Finally the peaks of ecstasy dwindled away and it all came to an end. Wolf remained stiff up inside Kym who loved the feeling. He kept his big arms wrapped around Kym's body.
Kym half turned his head and murmured sleepily, "Christ, that was a good one! That one was so strong I saw stars."
Wolf nuzzled Kym's neck.
He murmured into Kym's ear, "I love you, Kym."
Kym was taken aback. That was one thing he did not expect to hear from Wolf and Wolf's declaration needed an answer.
"So do I," Kym said. He hesitated then said, "No. That's not what I meant. I mean I love you too, you great wonderful fellow who's the best fucker in the world."
Wolf kissed Kym's neck sending little shivers of delight all over Kym's body.
"I know precisely what you mean, lover boy," he murmured and covered Kym's cheek and neck with kisses.
They stayed locked together with Wolf's cock up Kym's arse and his arms around Kym's body. Kym fell into a deep sleep.
Wolf wrapped Kym securely with his comfort and love.
When he was sure that Kym was sound asleep, he turned off all the lights in the police station with his psychokinetic power. In the same way he closed the curtains over the bedroom windows.
After a while he too drifted off to sleep.
They awoke with the morning sunlight leaking in around the closed curtains.
They had a short but joyful fuck before getting up. Then they had another fuck in the shower. Kym commented that it was a wonder that his arsehole was not getting worn out but it was just such excellent fun. He said he had no idea that being fucked by another man was so much fun and it was a bloody shame he had missed on it out before. Wolf grinned and kissed him.
Kym got dressed in his police uniform ready for the day's work while Wolf cooked up a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon with brewed coffee for them both.
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