Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-29 UNFINISHED BUSINESS
RIVER-VIEW APTS Police cars and flashing red and blue lights outside the pricey Riverview Apt s are uncommon on the banks of the Schullykill river in the East Falls section of the city. But alot has happened in that area in the past few days. First the media was camped outside their doorstep interviewing anyone that may have had the slightest chance encounter with former police captain David McConnell, and now there are police vehicles cornering off the entire Drive. Neighbors line the banks to get a glimpse at the trouble as police usher out a lone caucasian teenager in handcuffs. No one knows who the boy is, at least not until later on that night after it was announced on the evening news networks that McConnell had single handedly captured the city's "cop killer" in his apartment. Neighbors were shocked, and McConnell was able to keep the fact that they were sexually engaged at the time of the capture from going public.
TEMPEST'S LAIR A suit case was sat atop a display table in the basement shack (turned ghetto pad) of the infamous drug lord Tempest Williams. Tempest was a 25 year old self made man from the mean streets of north philly. His whole life had been a struggle, a struggle to eat, a struggle to survive, and a struggle to get ahead. Not much has changed in that struggle, except now he has the power to make others struggle for a change. Tempest examines the contents of the suitcase. "There's tons more where this came from" -he is told by the deal makers standing before him. "There's a boat docked down on the piers that holds the rest of the stash." Tempest cuts one of the many bags open with a small peering knife, then tastes it with the tip of the blade.
"It's tainted!" he said immediately, tasting the impurity.
"It was damaged while in pursuit from police during a Columbia run." answered the main guy (Steve, a 6 foot tall blonde white male with black roots and facial stubble). Tempest looked him and his 3 friends over with a dead eye, sizing them up quickly.
"And how'd you 4 clowns get your hands on it?" he asked, curiously.
"Clowns?" repeated one of the other men, insulted. Steve stuck his hand to keep his man in check. He didn't want to incite a fight. Tempest's ruthless reputation in Philadelphia was well earned and notorious.
"Max's uncle works in the port garage that held impounded boats. So it was easy for us to just roll in and swipe it." answered Steve, satisfying Tempest's curiosity. "We know it's tainted..., that's why its a steal at the price we're offering. You can't get this kind of quantity for this price. So..., we got a deal?" Tempest looked at the stash of tainted coke on his table, then at his partner Pooh, then back at the 4 white men standing before him. Even with tainted coke, he stood to make millions off the transaction. He knew people would get sick, some may even die..., but every druggie knows the dangers, no one's ever claimed street drugs were good for them.
"We gotta deal..." he started, bringing a smile to the men's faces. "...under ONE condition!" he added. The men faces suddenly dropped their smiles.
"What condition?" asked Steve, practically holding his breath.
"Since your homboi here don't like faggots..., I'll buy ALL your shit, -IF he gets down on his knees and sucks my big black dick! Deal?"
"Fuck NO!" yelled Max, sweating at the offer.
"Come on, mr Williams..., can't we talk about this?" asked Steve, not wanting to see the money disappear so easily. "I mean..., can't work something out? Discuss it like men?"
"We ARE discussing it. You don't want to? Fine! Deal's off! You're free to go!" said Tempest, dismissing the men with a hand wave. "Right AFTER he finishes sucking my dick!"
"What?" asked Steve, confused.
"Either way, you're boy's NOT leaving here until he sucks my dick! So either he suck me off and we make the deal, or we don't make the deal and he sucks me off anyway. That's the only 2 options you got. Decide quickly!" informed Tempest. The 4 white men looked around at each other in shock and dismay. "Oh yeah, there IS one other option..." said Tempest, almost as an after thought. "...I could kill all you white faggot mother-fuckers and TAKE your shit with NO payment. So make your decision quick, before I renege my offer." said Tempest, adding pressure. Steve walked over to Max, trying to set up a negotiation. Max could be heard refusing, but Steve reminded Max where they were, and that they were the underdogs amidst a sea of angry black faces with precious little option. Reluctantly Max stepped forth. Tempest smirked as he parted his leopard skin robe to reveal his hardening cock. Max's eyes widened at the sheer size of it up close. It looked like a giant snake uncoiling, the fat copper head still facing the floor as the shaft filled with blood and thickened. No words were spoken when his eyes met Tempest's. He knew his fate as he slowly sank to his knees before the proud black man. Everyone's eyes were upon him as he reached up to grasp Tempest's fat dick, then aim it up to his lips. He swallowed hard to gain courage, then leaned forward as he slipped the head into his mouth.
"YEAH! That's what I'm talkin bout, you white pussy! Suck this black man's dick like your honkie ass should!" growled Tempest, as the white man bowed before his power and sucked dick in front of everyone. Steve, Tom and Pete all watched with wide eyes as Max slowly bobbed his head back and forth. It was obvious that he was inexperienced when it came to cock sucking, but Tempest wasn't making the man suck his dick to achieve orgasm (he had a room full of bitches for that), -he just wanted the defiant man to recognize who he was dealing with and submit to Tempest's superior authority. Tempest was no punk in anyone's eyes. Poverty and a slight mental illness had made him crazy/insane. And insanity would always triumphant over logic and reason any day of the week.
Max's 3 buddies watched silently as Max sucked dick for the first time. His thin white lips moved timidly along the thick black shaft, almost afraid to enjoy it as the fat cock filled his mouth to capacity and beyond. It was almost like stuffing his mouth full of un-chewed food, and then shoving in more. Tempest could tell that the straight man was having problems accommodating his size, and obviously very embarrassed by having to suck his strong black cock in front of everyone, -and that knowledge made the experience all the more pleasant for Tempest. He loved bringing men down off of their pedestals and making them kneel before him like a lord. He felt like the king of the world, as he watched the man at the top of the power chain knelt before him like a slave. The sense of total power and command caused Tempest's dick to grow rock hard despite the inexperienced mouth which clumsily sucked at his dick like it was laced with poison. Tempest grabbed the man about the head and started to seriously fuck into his mouth. Max choked and gagged as his teeth grazed across Tempest's dick over and over. But the scraping didn't stop Tempest, in fact he was quite used to novice cock suckers choking on his python upon their first experience. Fortunately, he was a man that got off on power instead of passion, so in no time his big black bull dick was throbbing like a sore as the straight white man whored his hungry mouth along the spit wet shaft. Steve, Tom, and Pete watched bug eyed as Max sucked upon Tempest's meat vigorously. Tempest held his head tightly as he fucked his face. Spit dripped from Max's stubble chin as Tempest's dick jammed into his mouth and gagging throat. When Tempest got ready to cum, he pulled out of Max's slack mouth, and shot his hot load all over the man's upturned face. Max looked shocked as cum streaks splattered his rugged looks. Huge white gobs dripped from his face as Tempest held him by his hair, his finger pulling at the roots while he slapped his hardon against his mug.
"Be a long time before you refer to another of us as "faggots" again, won't it bitch?" asked Tempest, rubbing his spurting cock head against Max's parted lips, feeding him his precious cum. Max shook his head in agreement as Tempest tucked his leaky cock back between his legs as he closed his robe modestly. Max remained on his knees, thoroughly beaten into submission, -the taste of cum in his mouth. Tempest snapped his fingers, and Peaches walked up behind him with a briefcase full of money (given to Tempest from officer corrupt officer Gardner back in chap-14). Tempest took it from her, then placed it on top of the drug case on the table and popped open the latches. Inside was money Gardner and his fellow corrupt officers stole and/or collected from drug dealers of Tempest over the past several months. 100,000.00 dollars to be exact. "Your payment, gentlemen..." said Tempest, watching their mouths salivate. "...when we see the boat!"
"We could take you there, now!" said Pete, never taking his eyes off of the loot.
"Not so fast..." said Steve, his dick still hard from watching Tempest fuck his face fuck his friend. "...I thought we were promised blow jobs before we left?" he reminded, looking back at all the boy-girls laying about Temp's gigantic bed.
"You're right!" laughed Tempest (recalling the promise he mad last chapter). "I DID promise you all blow jobs if we agreed on a deal..., but I never promised it would be from any of MY girls!" said Tempest, causing a few upraised eyebrows. "I believe I just trained one of your boiz on how to give head...!" he added, looking down at Max whom still knelt on his knees submissively. "...but he could use all the practice he can get! Ain't that right, bitch?" Max said nothing as he quietly hung his head in shame. "I suggest yall take this pussy and make good use of him!" proposed Tempest, as he turned to get dressed. Peaches walked up and slammed the money case closed, then took it with her as she followed Tempest into his wardrobe room. Steve, Tom, and Pete circled their kneeling friend. Max was too ashamed to look up at their faces as his lowered his head to the floor, cum still dripping from his face like white rain drops. He noticed his friends rubbing the hard lumps in their crotches as they surrounded him in a circle. He knew he was in trouble when Steve unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardon. Without protest, Max allowed Steve to grab his head and guide his mouth to his dick, sinking the hard white shaft into his slack mouth. Steve was much smaller than Tempest in size (about 7 inches), so Max was able to cover more ground with him, giving him a much more thorough sucking as his other 2 friends stood by closely, awaiting their turns.
MALECEE'S PLACE "Move in together??" asked Jake in shock, as he lay looking up into his partner's eye. Malecee was somewhat surprised himself when the words came out of his own mouth, -but he was even more surprised that Jake wasn't exactly jumping at the offer. He rolled over onto the side of the bed, studying the panicked look on Jake's face.
"Yeah..., I mean, you're over here all the time already! So why not? Is it a bad idea?" asked Malecee, in defense.
"No! No..., its just...., sudden!" explained Jake, as he got up out of Mal's bed.
"Well, I'm just saying..., if you think its a bad idea, then forget it!" said Malecee, getting offensive.
"I didn't say that!" said Jake, truly at a loss for words.
"So what'r you saying?" asked Malecee, trying to sound casual (but failing miserably).
"I'm saying..., -we never discussed it."
"We're discussing it now."
"No. You asked me why don't I move in? That's not discussing it, that's asking for an answer to a question that was never posed!"
"Okay, okay! So let's DISCUSS it then!" sighed Malecee. "Would you like to move in together?" he asked, finally making the question an official one.
"I don't know..." said Jake, seriously thinking about it. "I mean, we don't really know each other all THAT well if you get right down to it."
"How can you say that, after all the times we've fucked?" defended Mal.
"That's ALL we do is fuck!" reasoned Jake. "We don't talk! We don't go places! We don't know each other's friends or family! We don't interact outside of the squad-car and the bedroom at all! We don't even seem to have a lot in common! If it weren't for work, what would we have to talk about?" asked Jake. Malecee looked disturbed by the question, feeling as if Jake were just pulling stings to keep from committing.
"Does anybody really know anybody?" countered Mal. "I mean, we're always doing some crazy shit to surprise one another..., hell, half the time we shock ourselves by doing and saying things we never thought we would! Fuck, look at me! I never would've thought I'd be butt fucking another guy on a regular bases..., let alone offering to LIVE with him!"
"Why me? Why now?" asked Jake, causing Malecee's eyes to narrow.
"You have to ask?" asked Malecee, offended.
"I..., well...., yeah!" admitted Jake. Malecee shook his head as he reached for the tv remote. He wasn't a man who expressed himself too well through words. He hated sounding "soft" or "flowery" when exposing his emotions. It was the main reason for his divorce. Well, that AND his wife cheated on him! Jake watched as Mal switched on the television, leaving him hanging for further discussion. "So that's it?" asked Jake, standing next to the bed as he watched Mal.
"You wanted to talk..., we talked." explained Malecee, flipping stations. Jake sighed, sensing Mal retreating into his moncho shell. Jake reached for his pants, pulling out his cell phone to check his messages. He dialed his voice mail, then punched in his code. He had 2 messages; one from his ex-fiance (Kelley Bradley -last seen in chap-11), claiming that she "missed" Jake, and "forgave" him for his obvious confusion for fucking a female impersonating prostitute while high on drugs while they were still dating. She also hinted that she may be open to rekindling fires IF he called her and begged her forgiveness! Jake chuckled at the message, -if only she knew how far removed from her he was at this point. Nothing in Jake's life was the way it used to be back when they were dating. His life was different now. Very different. In fact, Jake wasn't sure he was ever really into the women as much as he liked to think
he was. While Jake was in the mist of deleting the first message, he yelled at Malecee to hold the station when he saw a picture flash of captain McConnell on the news. Malecee held the station, then turned up the sound as reporters told of the harrowing ordeal former police captain David L. McConnell went though while subduing a cop killer "single handedly" in his own home. When asked to make comments on the arrest AND previous firing for being accused of running a shotty Precinct, both Mayor Edwards and acting captain -Miller, declined comments, leaving the reporters to wonder aloud if they had made a mistake by firing him so eagerly. But before either Malecee or Jake could respond, Jake's second message popped on. It was from Peaches. Jake listened intensely as she whispered her urgency into his voicemail. She was obviously in some sort of trouble, and under the clutches of Tempest Williams. She was whispering because she was hiding in a closet. She spoke softly and quickly, telling Jake how sorry she was that their love affair was so short lived. She spoke of Tempest being insane, and about to embark on an insane venture to buy and sell tainted drugs on the streets which would possibly cause even more deaths than the drug Sextacy did. Malecee looked concerned as Jake suddenly started throwing on his clothes as he grabbed for his jacket and gun.
"Hey! What's wrong?" asked Malecee, watching Jake rush to get dressed.
"That was Peaches! She's in trouble!" answered Jake, running from the bedroom and down the stairs. Mal followed.
"What kind of trouble?" he asked, as Jake reached for the front door.
"I don't know! She said something about Tempest Williams being down at the docks! Some kind of big drug deal going down! She sounded pretty scared! I HAVE to see if I can help her!"
"Alone?" asked Malecee, holding his hand up to the door to prevent Jake from opening it.
"What else am I supposed to do? She's a friend, she needs help!" explained Jake, quickly.
"We need to call the police! Let the proper authorities handle this before it gets out of control!" reasoned Mal, not wanting to see Jake hurt unnecessarily.
"Peaches means a lot to me, Malecee! She saved my ass, -more than once! I OWE it to her to try to help her if I can! If the cops go blazing in there, they'll shoot first and ask questions later! Peaches wouldn't have a chance standing on the wrong side of the fence!" insisted Jake frantically as he pulled on the door.
"Okay, wait! I see your point! But you can't just run off willy-nilly either!" informed Malecee, throwing his weight against the door. "Look..., I'll go with you! We can call for back-up once we get there and size up the trouble, -alright?" he asked, touching Jake gently about the face and neck. Jake thought for a minute as he calmed down, then nodded his head rationally. Malecee leaned in and kissed Jake gently, then ran for his scattered clothes as he wondered who this Peaches woman was, and how she got so close to Jake that he would just jump up and risk his life like this for her?
"I know who I can call!" said Jake, pulling out his cell phone again. He looked through his contacts list, then dialed McConnell's number. David's voicemail picked up. "Captain! I've found Peaches...!"
POLICE PRECINCT-23 Christopher Gardner was booked and read his rights. Officers finger-printed and photographed him for the record. Chris said nothing as he was roughly handled during process. He was the son of a corrupt cop that brought a lot of unwanted attention and skepticism to the force. On top of that, he was a cop killer. Reynolds was a well liked officer around the Precinct, so there were many officers that wanted nothing more than to punish Christopher themselves for hurting one of their own. After booking, Chris was taken down into the basement to lock-up. He was docile during the whole procedure, knowing prison was his fate. Upon transport to lock-up, Christ was diverted to a private room on the far side of the Precinct. He was roughly shoved inside by the officer whom escorted him. Inside the room awaited 6 other angry officers, former friends and co-workers of his hateful father. But his father's friendship not withstanding..., Christopher knew instantly that his current health was in grave danger.
He tried to back out of the room, but was quickly grabbed and forced to a table where he was handcuffed and stripped naked. "This is for my partner, -Reynolds!" said officer Duncan, pulling out his night-stick. Christopher screamed as the long end of the black club was brutally shoved up his bare skin ass. "And this is for your father!" yelled another officer, grabbing Chris hard by his hair as he yanked his head over to the other edge of the table and roughly jammed his hardon into the boy's mouth. Christopher was brutally fucked front and back as officers beat his body profusely as punishment. Another club as added, completely stretching the boy's nearly ruined asshole was they were both shoved dangerously deep into his colon. Officers took turns switching positions to shove their dicks down the bound boy's throat. When the clubs were removed, stiff cocks and thick fingers followed, widening his asshole more as they jammed into his guts from the inside.
He was wiped about the back and legs while fucked. Bruises broke out about his pale body in red, black, and dark purple whelps and lumps. His ass was fucked raw and ragged as his throat was stiffed full. Chris' eyes bulged and his face reddened as his breathing was constantly impaired. He endured the hard beatings as officers fucked, pissed, and came all over and in his holes before dragging his naked and wounded body out to his cell where he was locked in naked with other arrestees. The men watched as officer unlocked the cage, then dropped Chris' young naked body to the floor like a sack of potatoes, then locked him in and left him unattended and unprotected. It didn't take long for one of the arrested men (a drug addict named Isaac whom was arrested for breaking and entering a convenient store). He bend over Chris' barely conscious body, checking to see if he was alive. He poked Christopher in the shoulder, then announced his was live.
"Looks dead to me!" said one of the other criminals, leaning against the bars.
"Why's he naked?" asked another man.
"Smells like he's been peed and cummed on!" said Isaac, smelling his own fingertips.
"Is he gay?" asked yet another man, showing sudden interest.
"From the looks of all the cum surrounding his mouth and leaking from his asshole, I'd say yeah!" informed Isaac. "Who wants so ass?"
"Shit..., I've been locked up in this bitch for 2 days! I sure as hell could use some ass!" said one man, rubbing his dick bulge.
"Hell, throw his nasty ass up on the bench and lets get at the fucker!" In no time Christopher was tossed face up on the bench, his legs pressed against his smooth chest as his asshole was violated by big black, white, and hispanic dicks, -a quick preview of his new life behind bars in state prison.
COLUMBUS BOULEVARD in South Philly The Philadelphia loading docks was a booming business once, companies of all sizes used to use its ports to strengthen their businesses. But corrupt politicians and stiff competition (particularly ports in Bmore MD), has greatly reduced this once thriving business. Now there are parts of the Delaware River that are so scarcely guarded, that all kinds of shady deals and illegal imports are smuggled virtually un-noticed. A long black limousine and 2 sleek black town cars drove through the streets en-route for the docks along pier-81. Inside the limo rode Tempest and his "main girls" (Peaches, Mercedes, Jasmine, and Sapphire), along with Steve, Max, and Pooh. Tempest lay back smiling at Max as he knelt between Pooh's legs sucking on his fat 10 and 1/2 inch elephant dick. In an instant of meeting Tempest Williams, Max's life had been turned upsidedown as he's sucked more cock than he'd ever dreamed possible in one night. Starting with Tempest, he was then shamed into sucking all 3 of his associates (Steve, Pete, and Tom), and now he was being choked to death by the thickest fattest cock he'd ever saw this side of a farm animal.
Pooh was a big guy with little tolerance for amateurs. He allowed Max's inexperienced mouth chop at his meat like a hack-saw for a while, before deciding he needed some serious penetration. Mercedes was selected to drop her draws and sit on Pooh's elephant dick. Max watched bugged eyed as Mercedes climbed from her seat and positioned her sweetly shaven puerto-rican ass-pussy over Pooh's gigantic cock head, then forced herself down on it, taking it all in one mount. Mercedes threw back her head as her pussy-hole was stretched beyond wide. She'd been on the receiving end of Pooh's dick many times while briefly under his care (in chap-21-22). Pooh wasn't as insatiable a fuck as Tempest, but he knew how to power fuck an ass until it was nothing but a quivering, gaping pit of leaking cum.
Max was still on his knees between Pooh's spread legs when Mercedes' ass-lips touched Pooh's boated balls. She screamed and moaned like a total whore as her tiny petite body trembled and quaked in convulsions. Pooh didn't wait for her anal-pussy to grow accustomed to his massive size, he grabbed her by her supple waist and started to maneuver her body up and down his girth. Max had full view of Mercedes' stretched tan poohnany wrapped around Pooh's dark chocolate colored cock. He saw Mercedes' own limp dick starting to harden as she grew used to the rough pounding at her back door. Max licked his lips and took her dick between his lips without being ordered. This move did not go un-noticed by Tempest and the others as Tempest quickly pointed out to Max's friend -Steve.
"Your boi's a total bitch now." laughed Tempest as he stroked Sapphire's and Jasmine's legs as the sat on either side of him. Jasmine was playing with the stiff bulge in Tempest's pants, while Sapphire rubbed his exposed chest through his open silk shirt. "See how he's sucking my hoe? All he needs now is to have that virgin pussy busted, and he'll be ready to be put on the streets to make you some money!" Steve watched as his once close associate sucked and slobbered all over the rican prostitute's dick-clit. Mercedes was fucking herself hard on top of Pooh's thick prod, feeling her insides fucked rough and raw as her clit was sucked by the white man between her legs. Pooh reached up and pulled out her tits, squeezing and caressing them roughly as he humped up into her dank passage.
"You've got to be careful who you surround yourself with..." said Tempest, watching Steve watch Max. "...some might say any guy who surrounds himself with a punk bitch like that, might be a little light in the loafers himself. Steve's eyes cut towards Tempest, quickly catching onto his drift.
"I'm not like him!" defended Steve, vigorously. Tempest chuckled a foreboding laugh.
"That's what they all say!" he said, as Jasmine unzipped his pants. "So to prove it..., I want you to take your boi's cherry!" he challenged.
"What?" asked Steve, lost in the thick atmosphere of sex surrounding him. His mind was racing with questions, and he feared he didn't hear the dangerous drug dealer correctly.
"You already took his mouth, now take his ass. Make his transformation complete. Fuck him! Turn him into a total bitch!" insisted Tempest as Jasmine freed his hard dick and began to stroke it openly. Peaches observed silent, holding the briefcase full of money that Tempest was to pay to the men with. "Fuck him..., or I'll fuck YOU!" he ordered. Steve wasted no time undoing his pants. He pulled his dick from his zipper, then maneuvered himself behind Max whom was still kneeling between Pooh's and Mercedes' spread legs. He reached for Max's waist, and yanked down his pants to expose his hairy bare ass. Max was so engrossed with sucking the girl, that he paid little attention to what was about to happen to him as Steve spit into his hand and massaged it into Max's hairy hole.
Pooh grabbed Mercedes by the shoulders, than started forcing her down hard on the full length of his dick as he shoved up into her repeatedly. Mercedes grit her teeth as he pussy was pulverized in front of an audience. Max sucked her dick, hungry for her load as Steve positioned his cock up to his asshole. Max was jamming Mercedes' dick into the back of his mouth and choking on the head which sat poised at the entrance of his throat, when Steve shoved forth. Max screamed around the mouthful of cock as his asshole was attacked from behind. Steve's dick pierced the tight virgin anus which clammed down hard on the invading phallus like a security gate. Mercedes' cock slipped down into Max's open throat as his nose pressed into her pelvis as he opened his mouth to scream. Max's eyes bulged as his throat was penetrated at the same time his ass was broken into for the very first time. Steve pulled his cock out of the gripping hole, applied more slick spit to the shaft of his dick, then rammed it in again. Max's face ground into Mercedes' groin as his asshole was forced open to receive its first cock. Pooh fucked up into Mercedes' ass, grunting and sweating heavily as he pounded into her naked gut. Mercedes never felt more like a lady then when her pussy was being mauled by a big man with a horse dick. Her own penis throbbed in Max's throat as she rode Pooh's 3rd leg harder and faster. Max's asshole throbbed sorely as Steve fucked it deeply with his thrusting cock. Steve had never fucked an asshole before, and could not get over how hot and tight it was up inside his friend's shit chute. He promised himself that he would be getting much MO RE of Max's ass in the future as he held him by the hips and fucked his ultra tight gripping hole like a sonovabitch. Max moaned and groaned as he continued to suckle Mercedes pulsing dick-clit. Before long, she started blowing her load into Max's mouth. Already addicted to sperm, Max gulped down all he could before it started to slowly spill and drip out of the corners of his mouth.
"Greedy mahfucker, ain't he?" laughed Tempest, as Jasmine bent forward and swallowed his thick 9 and 1/2 inch curved dick in one swoop. Steve humped into Max's ass while Pooh continued to fuck up into Mercedes. Pooh gripped her shoulder strongly as he pulled her all the way down onto his dick like a plunger. His thick 10 and 1/2 pipe throbbed and exploded deep in her ass like a bomb, gut drenching her innards in hot semen. At that same moment, Steve started cumming in Max's ass, shooting ropes and ropes of seed into Max's no longer virgin butt. The limo and 2 cars slowly drove through the water front area. This section of the port was deserted with left over barrels, crates, and over grown vegetation. Out of the 2 cars, Pooh's men (Guy and Leon) got out of one, while Steve's men (Pete and Tom) got out of the other. They walked over to the limo. The door opened, and out came Steve, tucking his spent wet dick as he re-zipped his pants. Max followed, pulling up his pants to cover his cum dripping ass with splatters of sperm covering his face and chin. Inside, Tempest could be seen getting multiple blow jobs by his girls (Sapphire and Jasmine), while Mercedes cleaned Pooh's dick with her mouth.
"This guy never stops fucking!" whispered Tom, impressed by Tempest's prowess.
"What happened to you?" asked Pete, pointing at all the cum clinging to Max's face. Max looked even more embarrassed as he pulled a napkin from his pocket to clean himself. "Still sucking cocks?" snickered Pete, rubbing his crotch with interest.
"Tempest made me break him IN..." informed Steve, swatting Max on the ass like a girl. "Looks like we'll have a choice of holes to fuck from now on."
"Can't wait." said Pete, his dick growing hard under his hand as he imagined fucking his friend. Max blushed, a large wet stain prominent in the front of his pants, showing indication that he'd cum himself while getting butt fucked.
"So..., where's this fuckin boat?" asked Pooh, grunting as he climbed his 300 pound carcass out of the back door. His fat limp dick hung thick between his fat thighs as he stood up and took his time placing it back into his pants. "Let's get this shit over and done with..., I gotta get back home to my baby's momma before the bitch blows up my celly again!" Tempest exited the limo, followed by his entourage.
RIVER-VIEW APTS McConnell listened to Peaches' message on Jake's cell phone. Jake and Malecee drove over to their former boss's home for advice. Malecee watched as Jake paced back and forth while awaiting McConnell's word. Malecee wasn't exactly sure what Jake and Mc's relationship was, but it made him very uncomfortable seeing how close they seemed to be in each other's company. Malecee didn't know McConnell too well outside the Precinct. On duty, McConnell was always very rigid and professional. He wasn't sure how to act around the man, yet Jake seemed to be totally at ease around him, -making Mal wonder if the 2 men had ever made love?
"So? What do you think?" asked Jake, as soon as McConnell lowered the cell from his ear.
"It definitely sounds like she's in deep trouble." offered McConnell, -thinking. "She didn't really give an exact location, and the water front is a big area to cover for 3 men. But I understand you wanting to keep this from the authorities..., at least until we're completely sure something is going on down there."
"I don't want Peaches hurt, either." said Jake.
"Of course not." said McConnell. He no longer had the authority to launch an investigation or order back-up, leaving his hands tied behind his back. Captain Miller was appointed by Mayor Edwards, and was obviously placed there as a 'yes-man', so going to him with their suspicions would do no good. McConnell knew other officers, other officials and leaders in the community he could call on, but he didn't was to risk putting anyone's lives or careers in un-needed jeopardy if he didn't need to. "Okay..., this is what we're going to do. Tempest and his men will want anonymity, so they will stay away from the populated docks where most of the shipments arrive. So we'll patrol the un-used areas. Tempest hardly ever leaves without his entourage, so it shouldn't be too hard to spot an unusual amount of vehicles in activity down there."
"And if they are there making a deal? What do we do then?" asked Malecee, just in case.
"Then..., we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." said McConnell, grabbing his gun up off the coffee table as he placed it behind his back in his belt, then threw on his blazer. "Let's go!"
Jake and Malecee drove in Mal's car, while McConnell took his own. They would keep in contact through their cell phones as they approached the docks in opposite directions with the lights off. Malecee couldn't help asking Jake if McConnell knew he was gay.
"What's up with the captain?" asked Malecee, after a long silence.
"What do you mean?" asked Jake, his mind preoccupied with Peaches.
"Does he know about you? I mean..., do he know you mess around with men?"
"Why?" asked Jake, curiously
"Cause he seems to be very..., I don't know, -attentive, to your situation." said Mal, picking his words carefully.
"McConnell knows what Gardner and the others did to me. He knows it wasn't consensual." answered Jake, leaving out a lot of the story. He didn't want to upset or worry Malecee if he didn't need to.
"So he knows your gay?" asked Cortez.
"He knows Peaches is really a man..., so I suppose so, -yes." said Jake, visibly irritated by the questions.
"Why you getting upset?" asked Cortez, eyeing the road and his partner. "We're just talking."
"Because..." said Jake, trying not to sound defensive. "...I just don't understand why you're asking? We have a lot to concentrate on right now." he added, hoping to deflect the line of questions.
"Have you 2 ever had sex?" asked Malecee, bluntly.
"Me and McConnell?" asked Jake, acting stunned. "He was once married!"
"So was I." countered Mal.
"You think McConnell's gay?" asked Jake, turning the questions around to avoid answering.
"No. But you 2 seem so..., friendly. I figured he'd be homophobic, but if he knows about you and is this attentive..., then maybe he likes you or something." reasoned Mal.
"He's my captain, Malecee." said Jake.
"Not any more, Jake." reminded Mal.
"Look..., I don't feel comfortable discussing David's sexuality." sighed Jake.
"David? So you 2 on a first name basis?" asked Malecee, sounding a tad jealous. Jake immediately regretted saying anything. "So how long have yall messed around?" asked Mal, assuming it to be true. "Are you still seeing him?"
"It's not what you think, baby." explained Jake, facing Mal as he drove. "Gardner held me hostage in my apartment, and forced David to fuck me at gun point!"
"Fuck you? Damn!" said Malecee, surprised that it'd gone that far. "I just thought he liked you..., that you might've sucked his dick or something. I had no idea yall fucked!" Jake squirmed, knowing he'd told too much.
"It was under gun point, Malecee. We didn't do it because we wanted to. Our lives were in the balance."
"And now?" asked Mal.
"Now, what?"
"There's obviously something still there between you! You don't think McConnell wants you?" asked Malecee, concerned.
"No...!" laughed Jake, knowing how deeply McConnell left for Malik. "I don't even think he's gay!"
"That didn't stop his dick from getting hard when he fucked you!" said Malecee.
"He HAD to, Mal. Gardner would've shot us if he didn't!" insisted Jake. "Don't worry about McConnell..., I'm with YOU, not him!"
"But you like him, don't you?" asked Mal, not letting it go.
"Not as much as I like you!" smiled Jake, reaching between Malecee's legs to feel his soft pud. "When this is all over..., I want you to take me home, and fuck the shit out of me!"
"Is that so?" smiled Malecee, looking over into Jake's eyes.
"Definitely!" said Jake, feeling Cortez's dick harden in his hand.
"You know that could be arranged before we even reach home!" grinned Mal, tempted to pull the car over into some dark shadowy area.
"First thing's first..." said Jake, fighting the urge to pull Mal's dick free from his pants to suck it while he drove. "First we stop Tempest, find Peaches, save the day..., THEN you get your anal snack!" Both men laughed out loud as they pulled up into the water front are, in search of the docks.
to be concluded....