Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-20 NEW BEGINNINGS
Saturday (the weekend) usually spells r-e-l-i-e-f for most people whom work a normal 9 to 5 work week, but for members of Precinct-23, it's just the 6th day in a long week's worth of work.
Police Captain David L. McConnell was contacted and told that both officer's Jackson and Gardner had come out of their surgeries fine. Jackson was in intensive care under close observation for being brutally raped by a gorilla, while Gardner was under police guard in recovery from a gun shot womb to the abdomen. He was moved to a secure room where he is under constant watch.
McConnell visits Jackson and his family. The 30 y/o officer has regained consciousness, but is very groggy due to medications. The family is outraged, yet relieved of his recovery. McConnell consoles them as much as possible, reassuring the wife that "the department protects it's own", ensuring her that his medical needs and workmen's compensation is already "done".
McConnell visits Gardner, who has declared the "5th amendment" until he's spoken to his lawyer. The visit is brief, but tense, as McConnell roughly questions the veteran officer on his dealing and cohorting with drug dealers. He leaves knowing Gardner would be of no use. But as former friends in the department, he felt it necessary to see the man face to face after before the media and the court system got a hold of him. Internal Affairs will do a full and thorough criminal investigation into the charges filed against Gardner, Whitmen, Cooper, Justine, and Blake.
After his stop at the hospital (avoiding reporters in the process), McConnell drives by officer Jake Valentine's apt building to pay an unexpected visit. He taps on Jake's door on the 12th floor. As he waits, his mind trails back to the night he and Jake was held at gun point by Gardner, and forced to perform sexually. A second later, the door flung open wildly. "Peaches?" called officer Valentine, before recognizing who it was. When he saw McConnell standing there, he started feeling subconscious about only being in boxers.
"Jake! I, uh...., suppose I should have called first." says McConnell, his eyes wandering over Jake's nearly nude form.
"Oh, uh..., it's alright Captain. Please..., come in!" offered Jake, wishing he had donned a pair of pains.
McConnell walks in, looking around quietly.
"Have you found Peaches, yet?" he asked, scanning the apt.
"No, sir. Not yet." answered Jake, closing the door. "I stopped by her place, but there was no sign of her anywhere."
"What do you suppose that means?" asked McConnell, concerned. "Did you ask around? Has anyone seen her?"
"No, no one's seen anything. Or..., at least that's what they're telling me." said Jake, sounding lost.
"hmm..., people can usually smell a cop a mile away, and if they think you're looking to cause trouble, they might be reluctant to speak to you." said McConnell, having worked the streets for over 20 years before being promoted to Captain. "I still have some street connections in play, I'll see what I can dig up on her." he offered, sensing Jake's worries. "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll pop up somewhere."
"Thank you, sir! I..., I was at a lost as to what I should do next." relieved Jake.
"Well, after all we've been through together Jake, I would think you would feel comfortable enough with me to come to me about anything! Especially when concerning your..., friend." said McConnell, sincerely.
Jake blushed, knowing McConnell was referring to the sex they were forced to perform together. He lowered his head bashfully, feeling his cock starting to thicken at the memory of McConnell's naked body on top of him. Embarrassed by his growing hardon, he briskly walked by the Capt in attempt to hide his erection. "Are you SURE you're okay, Jake? You've been through a lot in the past few weeks."
"I'm okay, sir." informed Jake, with a fake, faint, smile.
"Are you sure? I can arrange you sometime off with pay, if you like." asked McConnell.
"I'm sure, sir." insured Jake. "If I don't work, I'll go nuts!"
"I hear you." laughed McConnell, having heard Malik saying the same thing just recently. "What about some scheduled time with the Precinct's psychiatrist? I could arrange some private sessions. You'd be amazed what talking about something like this could do for your state of mind."
"I..., I'd like that, sir. Thank you." said Jake, hoping a psychiatrist could help him adjust to his new sexual status. "How about yourself, sir? How are you doing? Are you okay with what Bruce made us do?" questioned Jake.
"I'm not okay with anything officer Gardner made us do by any means! But..., I'm dealing." said McConnell. "I'm having problems coming to terms with what we did, but I know we had no choice. There's no doubt in my mind that Gardner would have killed us if we didn't do as he said. I'm just sorry there wasn't a way I could stop him before we went too far. Before we..."
"It's okay, sir. It wasn't bad, I really didn't mind the sex..., uh..., I mean, the rape, uh..., I mean..., as far as it went, it wasn't..., it was kinda...."
"I know what you mean, rookie." laughed McConnell, sparing Jake any further embarrassment. The 2 men blushed when they realized the implications Jake made by inadvertently admitting that he liked the sex with McConnell.
Jake breathed a sigh of relief as McConnell looked him over closely. "I know you were attacked by officer Cooper in the Bridge Street Tunnels (back in chap-14), was..., was this the second attack you suffered at their hands?" asked McConnell, curiously.
"No." admitted Jake nervously, wondering how McConnell would view him as a man and an officer if he knew how many times he'd been taken advantage of. "Bruce has..., raped me before, then left me for dead in some crack house basement for Tempest Williams and his men to finish me off." recalled Jake, painfully. "If..., if it wasn't for Peaches recognizing me in the back of some drug dealer's car..., I don't think I'd be here talking to you right now." he said emotionally, trying hard to keep his feelings in check.
"So, uh..., Peaches means a lot to you, eh?" asked McConnell, seeing the emotional toll on Jake's shoulders.
"Yes, sir. She does." answered Jake, honestly.
"Well, we'll find her. Don't worry." promised McConnell. Jake took a deep cleansing breath as McConnell changed the subject back to work. "I've, uh..., I've assigned you a new partner..." he said, allowing Jake a moment to gather himself. "...officer Maleece Cortez. He was..., he was Jackson's old partner before the..., accident (with the gorilla). I teamed you 2 up together because you're both currently partnerless, and I believe a good match." added McConnell, catching Jake's full attention. "But if I'm wrong, feel free to let me know. I won't dismiss you so fast this time. Okay?"
"Okay, sir." smiled Jake. McConnell turned towards the door.
"You're due in tonight, rookie. Get yourself some sleep."
"Yes, sir."
Malik's Apartment
Malik Jones stood in front of his full length mirror, but his eyes weren't on the 2 piece suit he was wearing, nor the subtle tie he donned. His mind was elsewhere as he readied himself for his friend's funeral.
He broke himself out of his trance, and started adjusting his clothes, adding the last minute touches before he headed off to the church. In his mind, Malik could still see 15 y/o Louis Carter, laughing, cracking jokes, and making plans as they walked home from school ot between classes. Malik still felt guilty about Louis' death, despite what everyone from McConnell to the Precinct's therapist says. Malik knew Louis liked him (in more than the usual friendship), and knew that if it wasn't for him, Louis wouldn't have put that gun to his head. Malik knew all of this because he and Louis were lovers..., well, maybe not lovers! But they did have something of a sexual history together (as described in chapters 6 & 7). Malik never forgave himself for allowing a sexual relationship to develop between them. He felt as if he were the cause of Louis' demise, as if it weren't for him, he's still be alive to this very day.
Of course he has no true way of knowing if Louis' life would have been spared had anything been changed. For all he knew, it was written in the cards. Perhaps destiny had Louis marked for death regardless of Malik's involvement. Perhaps the boy would have died from some other unforeseen tragedy. Maybe Louis' death wasn't Malik's fault at all. Maybe it was fate's cruel way of being funny that Malik was made to be the scapegoat in Louis' death.
Louis' Funeral
The funeral of 15 year old Louis Carter was held at the Church Of Divine Sainthood on 15th and Clover in north Philly. The whole community came out to support the family of the slain boy, -killed by police in an undercover sting to catch drug dealers in their mist.
Carter came from a very poor family background. His father was currently in jail for drug use and abuse (as told in chap-6), while his mother worked as an environmental services workers for an old nursing home. They didn't have much money, and lived in a project development not far from the church. They were surrounded by friends, family, classmates, teachers, and well wishers whom wanted to pay last respects. The chores sang of sorrow and praise, while the preacher talked of faith and forgiveness. Many spoke on behalf of Louis' character, calling him " a good soul" and "a martyr" of the people! Many in the church bowed in agreement, sad to think that a life so precious could be taken so soon.
In the back of the church (away from eyes and ears), were officers Malik Jones, and David McConnell. Both were dressed very inconspicuously in black suits and shades, trying hard to keep their identities secret. McConnell could see Malik was broken up over the death of his young friend. He touched Malik gently on his shoulder from behind, showing him that he was not here alone. It was after services were over, did one of Central High's classmates recognize Malik in back.
"You're that undercover cop that got Louis killed, ain't you?" asked a 16 year old friend of Louis'. "I remember you from school! You the one that got him shot!" yelled the boy, causing a scene at the funeral. Malik was speechless, it appeared HE wasn't the only one that blamed himself for Louis' death.
An angry crowd started to gather, mummering whispers of a police cover-up and accusing Malik of "murder!"
"Hold it, now..." said Captain McConnell, stepping forth to defend his officer. "...officer Jones did everything he could to help Louis! Louis wasn't shot by police, he took his own life when faced with the option of jail!"
"Bullshit!"
"Louis wouldn't've killed himself!"
"That's a lie! Black people don't commit suicide!"
"I think we should get out of here..." suggested McConnell, into Malik's ear. Malik nodded in agreement. But just as they were getting ready to leave, Louis' mother (mrs Carter) came out of the crowd, carrying her little daughter Dana.
"Malik...?" she called softly, pushing her way through.
"Mrs Carter..., I..."
"I know you and Louis were good friends.., he talked about you all the time. You were like the brother he never had." she explained, making Malik feel even worse than he did before.
"Mrs Carter, I'm not who you think I am..., I was just..."
"I know. You were trying to show my son a way out. That there was something better to be than a drug dealer on the streets. Believe me, I knew what Louis was into. We argued about it constantly. I know you didn't pull the trigger that killed him. You wouldn't be here if you did." reasoned mrs Carter, causing the crowd to hush. "I just wanted to thank you for being a good friend to him, for being someone he could look up to." she added, giving him a hug before leaving.
"Come on, Mal..., let's go." said McConnell, wanting to get some distance before the crowd reformed.
All during the drive home, Malik sat quietly, as if in mourning or in deep thought. McConnell drove, keeping one eye on his lover while maneuvering through the city's streets. When they got home to McConnell's condo, Malik was all too eager to make love. McConnell had hardly gotten his coat off before, when Malik was all over him, kissing him like a horny teen on his first date.
"Wai..., wait Mal..., hold it!" said McConnell, backing off from Malik's advances. "We..., we just buried your friend Louis..., are you sure you want to do this right now?"
Malik didn't speak. He merely stopped his attack, and started to undress. McConnell watched, his eyes drinking in his lover's body as Malik stripped naked, then walked silently into the bedroom. Curiously McConnell followed. He paused at the bedroom doorway. Malik was already in bed, anointing his asshole with a rather generous amount of lubricant they left beside the bed. He looked back at McConnell over his should, then lay on his stomach and spread his legs invitingly.
As if mesmerized, McConnell moved into the room, removing his tie, shirt, and other clothing until he was completely naked. He climbed up on the bed behind Malik, his dick already rock hard by just the sight of Malik's tight little ass in bed.
He kissed each of Malik's ass cheeks, then licked his way up his spine towards the back of his neck. Malik felt McConnell's hardon rubbing against his buttock, and reached back to grasp it. He greased it with his wet hand, then guided it down between his butt cheeks and against his tight hole. McConnell kissed the side of his neck as he pressed himself forward. Malik groaned as McConnell's dick head kissed his entrance, then sank in smoothly. In an instant, they were connected by dick and ass.
McConnell hugged Malik's petite form closely while he ground his enormous 9 and 1/2 inch dick around in his bowels. Malik groaned softly, surrendering himself fully to his lover's whim. Despite the age difference (25 yrs between them), and very little in common socially, they still managed to enjoy each other's companies whenever the time permitted. Separately, both were loners, which often gave off the wrong impression that they needed nothing and no one, while deep down inside each yearned to be in the company of people who cared.
Malik tilted his head back on McConnell's shoulder, loving the intense pressure that his penis was causing to his insides. McConnell covered the side of Malik's face and neck with kisses as he slowly rocked himself in and out at a steady pace. McConnell was like a strong father figure to Malik's rebellious son like act. The 2 men found that the same things that annoyed them about each other, was the very same things that attracted them to one another. When in McConnell's arms, Malik felt safe and secure in a cruel and uncaring world. For McConnell, there was a sweet innocence and vulnerability to Malik that lacked in most people. It made him want to protect Malik, like his very own son or spouse.
Malik spread his legs and elevated his buttock to give McConnell a deeper access. McConnell scooped Malik up in his arms, pulling his body up off the bed and into standing position. Malik wrapped his legs around the backs of McConnell's legs, while hoisted up in the air off the floor. McConnell bounced Malik up and down on his dick, while walking him over towards the bedroom window.
Outside was a clear day. In the distance over the shimmer of the Schullykill River, the afternoon sun could be seen going down, giving way to the darkness of early evening. Malik reached out with his palms flat against the glass, while McConnell held onto him tight and fucked hard into his ass.
Malik's feet barely touched the ground. McConnell grabbed his erect penis and began stroking it gently, in time with his own strokes. Malik's dick throbbed in his hand, reacting to the feelings and emotions coursing through his veins. He bucked back against his lover's thrusts, causing McConnell's strokes to pierce deep into his very soul. All at once, he felt his orgasm erupt under the exquisite pressure of McConnell's stroking hand. His semen splattered all over the window, streaking down in pearly white rain drops. A minute later, McConnell was hosing Malik's insides with his own hot spray of love. The semen pumped from his penis, drenching Malik's innards in a river of gushing sperm.
The PRECINCT
Jake Valentine walked into the locker-room to his locker. He can't help but feel the cold stares of fellow officers whom look at him with content, or from the corners of their eyes as they walked pass him towards the time clocks to punch in for their shifts. Gardner and his friends (officers: Whitmen, Cooper, Blake, and Justine) were well liked by most of the department. Once word got out of the incident involving them, mixed emotions filled the Precinct, casting Jake as a "trouble maker" for bringing most of this to light and into the public's eye. The jury was still out on how many cops on the force were corrupt like Gardner and his crew. The Grand Jury Commission would investigate the department, and question every officer assigned to the Precinct. That left a lot of nervous officers, all of whom blamed Jake for blowing the whistle.
Red X's were marked across the lockers in lipstick of the officer named in the indictment, and the word "snitch!" was scribbled across Jake's locker door. He had no clue as to who wrote it, as there seemed to be so many suspects as he was given the cold shoulder by nearly everyone. He simply undressed, and changed into uniform as he awaited his shift.
31 y/o hispanic officer Maleece Cortez walked in after spending nearly every awaken hour at the hospital looking after his partner and his partner's family. Once word came out that he was going to be okay, mrs Jackson insisted Cortez went home to get some desperately needed sleep before his shift started that night. Cortez walked over to his locker on the other side of the room. Jake thought his looked dead to the world, suspecting that he got little to no sleep at all. He kept an eye on Cortez as the hispanic officer stripped down to his underwear before putting on his uniform. Jake couldn't help admiring Cortez's physique; his hairy legs, slim waist, broad shoulders, and handsome rican features. His body language and mannerisms exude sex appeal. Cortez was sexy, and he knew it. Unfortunately, Cortez didn't seem to share the same admiration for Jake.
"uh..., hi Cortez. I, uh..., just wanted to come over and say that I'm honored to be your "acting" partner while officer Jackson recovers from his injuries." offered Jake politely, as he walked over to Cortez's side of the room.
Cortez didn't respond, he merely kept dressing, totally ignoring his new partner until he was finished donning his uniform. Then he turned to Jake, his face in an unfriendly frown.
"I heard about you and your racist partner..." he said, looking Jake directly in the eye. "...you guys think you're all hot shit around here. White boys with badges! Like the law and the rules don't apply to you!"
"Wait now..., that wasn't me! I'm the one that turned Bruce and the others in..." defended Jake.
"Heard about that too, gringo. So you a stoolie on top of being a racist leaze?" asked Cortez.
"I'm neither!" defended Jake, hurt by the attitude. "Gardner, Whitmen and Cooper tired to kill me, all because I knew too much about how they operated in the streets. What was I supposed to do? I had to defend myself!"
"Cops watch the backs of other cops! Nobody else is looking out for us, -but US! We don't snitch on each other, for ANY reason!" said Cortez, walking on. Jake grabbed him by his arm.
"Then what would YOU have done if you were in my situation, just grin and bare it? Let them torture you until they finally decided to put you out of your misery?" asked Jake.
"Fought back, like a real man's supposed to." answered Cortez, snatching his arm back.
"So is THIS how you want to start off our partnership? At each other's throats?" asked Jake, not understanding the hostility.
"Yeah...," answered Cortez. "...until you show me you can be trusted. Until then, you're just a passenger in my ride." said the hispanic officer, walking away. Jake looked over at another office whom had been listening while changing clothes at his locker. He looked at Jake and smirked, then slammed his locker door and walked away also. Jake knew coming back to the force would be hard, but he didn't know HE would be considered the enemy!
ELSEWHERE
Mayor Anthony Edwards awakens, his naked body tied to a leather sling which hung from the ceiling of what looked like an abandoned building. His eyes open slowly as he panned his surroundings. He could hear the sounds of grunts and slapping flesh, the sound of sex happening nearby. He turned his head to the right to witness the spectacle of his assistant (Brian Dunn), on his hands and knees on a flat mattress, getting butt fucked up the ass by Tempest Williams' transvestite girlfriend -Peaches!
Peaches holds Dunn by the hips as she slams her pelvis repeatedly into his buttock, sending her long thick dick deep into his exposed hole. Dunn bends further, allowing the dick to probe ever deeper. Grunts and groans fill the room they live in. It becomes obvious that Dunn is enjoying his captivity. Edwards is forced to lay there and watch his assistant fucked up the ass. He feels his own erection grow hard as his eyes focus in on the sex. For a feminine guy, Peaches sure knows how to handle his dick, -thinks Edwards as he watches Dunn get pummeled. Peaches flings the hair back from her shoulders as she goes into over drive, humping her hips forward as she drives her male phallus as deeply as her lengthy manhood would go.
Dunn is stroking his own erection, which hangs hard between his spread legs. He knew getting fucked by Tempest was a thrill all it's own, but he never would have expected such a good fuck from his "lady". Dunn wasn't surprised when he discovered Peaches was a man, after all, he had seen Tempest's "women" before (referring to Jasmine and Sapphire in chap-15). He knew the females in Tempest's life were once men. What he didn't know however, was that they would be so skilled in the art of butt fucking other men. He mistakenly assumed that because they were feminine, with breasts, nails, and long hair, -that they were always submissive. But Peaches fucked Dunn's ass as well as any man he'd ever had. Infact, she had Dunn on the verge of cumming while she power fucked his behind hard.
Dunn stroked his hardon fast as he felt his testicles draw up close to his dick base. He lowered his head to the mattress, and groaned as the thrusts in his ass sent the cock in him into his very bowels. Suddenly his dick exploded hot, white, jizm all over his stomach, thighs, and the mattress beneath him. Peaches felt Dunn's orgasm by the spasm of his asshole. She doubled her efforts, fucking even harder into the clamping anus until she felt her own orgasm approach. Then she shoved in all the way, and came a burst of fireworks up Dunn's backside. Dunn moaned passively as he felt his colon fill with cum. Edwards watched as Tempest suddenly appeared in the room, his big hard mean looking curved cock leading the way as he walked over to the intertwined couple and stood over Dunn's back. Peaches looked up at Tempest's hard dick staring her in the face while she was still cumming up Dunn's ass. Without being told, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took the drug dealer's dick between her lips and started sucking.
Edwards watched in amazement as he drank in Tempest's menacing presence. He was a man to be reckoned with. You didn't deny Tempest when he came calling. Peaches allowed her now limp cock to fall from Dunn's ass while she concentrated on servicing Tempest with her mouth. She settled in on her knees, bobbing her head back and forth as she devoured his dick on every down stroke. Indeed she was a master at her profession, having sucked thousands of dicks in her time. Taking Tempest's thick curved anaconda was but second nature to the girl who had been dubbed his "first love". Her talents were quite used to his male appendage, as lovers, she'd taken it more times than she cared to remember.
So engrossed was Edwards at watching Tempest get his boss cock expertly sucked, that he hadn't even noticed Dunn had crawled from the mattress, over to where he lay in the sling. He became aware however, when he felt the unmistakable feel of Dunn's tongue pressing up into his naked asshole.
Edwards gasped at the surprised bathing, trying to look down between his legs to see his partner. Dunn's head was completely out of view as he ate his boss's ass from underneath. Mayor Edwards was a straight man, a pure heterosexual whom loved women and obsessed over sex and pussy. That was clearly his biggest flaw, infidelity in his marriage. He couldn't keep his hands off his female assistants, fucking each and every one of them until the media finally caught word of it through a disgruntle employee. When word got out that the Mayor was a "male chauvinist pig", his wife threatened him with a divorce if he didn't hire a MALE assistant fast! Enters Brian Dunn. With a new male assistant, Edwards thought his days of mindless sex and endless blow jobs were over, that is until Dunn revealed his past-time passion, -cock sucking! Edwards then found himself on the receiving end of some of the best head of his life! He even managed to pop Dunn's cork by butt fucking him periodically. But despite all the gay sex with his homosexual assistant, Edwards still considered himself a "straight man", as he had never sucked a cock or gotten fucked. Well, Tempest ruined that first part by forcing Edwards to suck his dick in the back of a moving limo, and swallowing his cum after he came. Edwards had never been more mortified and disturbed in his life. To think, he had another man's CUM in his stomach! The thought was enough to make him want to earl right then and there. However, since he still held his anal virginity, he still considered himself "straight!" Little did he know what Tempest had in stored for him.
Dunn continued to lick and suck at his boss's hairy asshole, pulling the already separated ass cheeks apart as he drilled his tongue in and out. Edwards had never had his asshole eaten before, and found the experience disgusting, as well as a turn-on. He kept his eyes focused on Tempest and Peaches, knowing it shouldn't take long before Tempest would be white-washing the transvestite's tonsils with his load. Edwards' own cock was rock hard, pre-cum forming at the dick tip as he started to whisper to his assistant to stand up and suck his dick.
Tempest pulled his cock from Peaches' mouth (much to the Mayor's surprise), and walked over towards him. Edwards got nervous when Tempest approached, frightened of the man, and even more-so of his hard cock. Tempest stood at the butt of Edwards, pulling Dunn's face from between the politician's ass. Dunn left the Mayor's hole wet and dripping saliva as he took Tempest's hard wood into his mouth and swallowed it. Tempest let Dunn feast on his cock for a few moments while he ran his hand over the Mayor's ass. Edwards grew more worried, having already lost his oral virginity to Tempest's cock in the limo.
Without a word, Tempest removed his dick, then stepped up behind the Mayor. Edwards grabbed hold of the straps that held him prisoner and un place in the sling. He knew what was cumming as he looked up into his captor's eyes and pleaded for mercy. Tempest gave the Mayor a cruel smirk, then plunged his cock into his ultra tight hole. Mayor Edwards screamed as his anus was penetrated by the wide head of Tempest's cock. His eyes bulged as his mouth dropped and his muscles tensed. Another shove sent another 2 inches up the never before fucked hole. Agony ripped from the Mayor's throat as his anus was mauled and torn asunder.
Edwards' screams were music to Tempest'e ears. What better attest to power was there than to hear a man scream from your own actions? To know that you hold his life, destiny, and death in your own hands to do with as you pleased? Tempest shoved again, sending even more cock up the Mayor's ass. He watched the Mayor's eyes bulge and tear, the veins pop out on his forehead as his muscles strained against the straps. Every thrust made Edwards' body convulse. Tempest loved the control he held over the city's leader. With Edwards a prisoner on the end of his dick, who was the top man? Who was the rightful ruler of the city if not the man fucking the ruler? Tempest shoved the last remaining inches into Edwards' over stuffed, fucked, and bleeding hole. The Mayor screamed one last time, then passed out from the pain and pressure, leaving his asshole completely vulnerable as Tempest started to pulverize the unconscious anus with hard, deep, penetrating strokes.
Dunn watched from underneath as Tempest's mammoth cock rammed repeatedly in and out of the Mayor's hole. His cock was rock hard once again as he started stroking himself. Tempest went wild fucking the city official, hammering his hardon up and through the tight gripping anal trap with wild abandon. Even unconscious Edwards grunted and groaned, the pain of his stretched anus unbearable even in his sleep.
Tempest fucked the raw hole for a long time, pulling out ever so often to allow Dunn to service his shaft with his mouth before plunging back into the Mayor's depths. Edwards came to a couple of times, only to feel himself still being fucked before passing out again and again. He finally awakened after Tempest slapped him conscious. He wanted Edwards awake when he came in him, forever stealing his anal virginity and marking him Bitch Fucked by another man!
Edwards' anal track was rubbed raw and numb by the invading cock. He could feel Tempest's curved dick pumping in and out of his stomach. He could see his abdomen rise and fall with each thrust as Tempest filled him with the full length of his dick. Whenever Tempest would remove the entire cock, Edwards would brace himself for the forward thrust which would send the cock punching through his sore gut like a battering ram. This went on for the better part of 90 minutes before Tempest finally decided to anoint the Mayor's hole with his load.
He grabbed Edwards about the neck with his bare hands, and squeezed. With his hands strapped, Edwards could not defend himself as his supply of oxygen was cut off. Tempest continued to hump forth, driving his big curved cock through the breathless official. He wanted to see his he would cum before Edwards suffocated to death.
Edwards looked up at his rapist/wouldbekiller as he fucked him with strangling him. He tried twisting his head to get another gulp of air, but Tempest's grip was too tight. He could feel his face flush hot as his asshole was mauled. No air caused the Mayor's to bulge even further. His mouth looped open as drool escaped from his lips. No sound came from his throat as his eyes glazed over into a dead stare. Peaches ran over to stop Tempest as she tried to pry his hands from the Mayor's throat. Tempest squeezed tighter, determined not to let go. He pumped and fucked into the asshole before him. Edwards no longer struggled as the life slowly drained from his body. Peaches saw the Mayor dying before her very eyes as Tempest threw back his head and yelled.
He shoved his hips forward, burying his cock into the root as he came a bucket of cum up the Mayor's ripped, ravaged, hole! Tempest's own body jerked and convulsed as the cum poured out of him in hot gushes, filling his captive's ass with it's first serving of male essence. Dunn watched Tempest's cock base and balls throb and contract as he came inside the Mayor's ass. Dunn knew Mayor Edwards was getting a gut full by the length of Tempest's orgasm. Tempest relaxed his grip on the Mayor's neck, and grabbed Peaches. He pulled the shocked and scared girl in for a heated kiss, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth for her to suckle. Peaches gave in and kissed Tempest back passionately after hearing the Mayor gasp for breath. He took in a long loud intake of air, coughing and choking as the oxygen quickly re-entered his lungs.
Tempest removed his cock from Edwards' cummed ass to allow Dunn to suck him clean. Dunn swallowed the entire cock down to the balls, sucking off any shit or cum residue left on Tempest's magnificent man piece. Once Tempest finished kissing Peaches, he gripped her throat, then warned her to never fight him again. Peaches whispered an soft "okay", playing female to his masculinity. Tempest released her, then sent her out into the other room while Dunn finished up his meal.
Edwards was in a sea of pain. His asshole was sore and throbbing. The anal muscles ached from the fucking, and his bowels felt wet and watery. He had a hard time keeping his anus tight, to hold in the flood of cum Tempest had deposited inside him. Tempest looked down at him with contempt, then took Dunn off his cock and shoved his face between the Mayor's ass cheeks. Dunn started sucking at the unclean hole, eating whatever came out as a result of the fucking. Tempest walked off content as Mayor Edwards felt his cock starting to harden again at the rim job he was receiving.