Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-5 RACIAL PROFILING
Patrolling the city, making their presence known, is a major task for the police. It helps older citizens feel safer, it discourages youngsters from acting out, and it tells the criminal minded that they are being watched.
"Rookie" Jake Valentine likes the patrols. He finds it interesting to see all the different elements of the city, from the clean streets and well kept lawns of the upper class, to the lower hoods where Jake is amazed to find many people content with what little they have. His veteran partner Bruce Gardner "the Terminator" only sees them as criminals and potential criminals. Jake never agreed with the Terminator's views, but he had to respect the record of a man that's been active on the force as long as Gardner.
"Look at them..." said Bruce, referring to all the blacks flooding the streets on a warm day. He could hear the base rumble of their "jungle music" on every block. Young girls of 12 to 15 walked the streets in cladly dressed clothing and hair weaves, looking much older than they really were. Young boys covet the corners and the basketball courts in clusters. "...they find any excuse to have a party. Supped up cars, expensive rides, priceless jewelry...no way these people got money for these things without dealing drugs!"
"That's not fair, Bruce. Some of these people work hard to obtain what they have." defended Jake.
"You keep thinking that while one of them's barreling a gun down your throat." snarled Gardner.
"What's the deal with you and black people? Why are you so hostile towards them?" asked Jake.
"Look around you. This area used to be more upscale some 20-30 years ago, now it looks like a pigsty. These people are savages, all of them. Even the ones that pass for human. All they know, all they understand is drugs and violence. You know where they come from? Africa! Spear throwing, loin cloth wearing, cannibals! They come to this country and bring their backward ways with them!"
"History tells that white men were the one's that kidnapped the african's and forced them to live in this country as slaves."
"So, what's your point?" asked an irritated Gardner.
"The point is, we're all different. Everyone in this country came from somewhere else, including US. None of us here are indigenous."
"What'r you, a smart ass?" flipped Gardner.
Up ahead the traffic light changed red. The cruiser pulled up behind a burgundy SUV. Gardner noticed two people in the front seats, one man, one woman. He could tell by the shape of the male's head, as well as the neighborhood, that the driver was black.
"Jake...run the plates."
"What plates?"
"Those plates." pointed Gardner. Jake sat up in his seat, and began typing the license plate number into the computer. The light changed, and the SUV started on it's way. Gardner followed behind as Jake punched up the car's information. Suddenly, Gardner noticed the man put his hand on the back of the woman's head, and guide her down into his lap.
"Okay, here we go!" said Gardner, undoing his seat belt as he flipped on the siren and lights.
"Truck's not reported stolen." said Jake, as Gardner pulled the SUV over to the curb.
"We'll find something." said Gardner, getting out of the car. He walked slowly along the driver's side of the car, pulling out his flash light as he examined the edges and the tires of the truck. Jake followed suit on the passenger's side, keeping a safe distance behind incase of trouble. Gardner got up to the driver's door, and tapped the glass with the butt of his flash light. The driver rolled down the window with a push of the button.
"Can I help up officer?"
"License, registration, and proof of insurance." he said even toned.
The man handed the officer the information. Gardner looked down at the man's ID.
"Joseph Williams, eh?" he said, handing back the information. "According to your license you live in the north east, what're you doing driving around in THIS neighborhood, Joseph?"
"uh...if it's any of your business officer, I'm showing my date where I grew up at." said the man, tucking his ID back into his wallet. "Is that alright with you?"
Gardner smirked at the man's boldness. 'Stupid nigger has the nerve to talk down to a white man with a gun, and a license to kill?' -thought Gardner. He shinned the light into the man's face, blinding him temporarily. Then he shinned it over on the female passenger, and to his utter shock, the woman was white. An attractive blonde haired one at that.
"Hello officer." she waved. Gardner frowned, then shinned the light down into the car, noticing the woman's skirt was pushed up around her crotch, showing off her lack of panties. The woman noticed the light, and quickly pulled her skirt down to cover herself. The light flashed on the man's crotch. The officer noticed his pants undone, the zipper down far enough to pull his dick out.
"Sir, step out of the car." he said sternly, backing up to allow the door to open as he unlatched the protective snap on his gun hoister.
"What for?" asked the man, confused.
"Prostitution is illegal. Step out of the car."
"Prostitution?" said the woman. "Is he calling ME a prostitute?"
"Just relax, Sharon. This will all be over in a minute." said the black man, pulling on the door handle. The door swung open, and Gardner pulled his gun to warn the driver no monkey business.
"Hey...wooow...NO need for that, I'm cooperating..." said the man, throwing his hands up instantly. Gardner noticed the man was an imposing figure. He stood approximately 6-2, about 190-200 lbs, thick but solid in build. His pants and belt were left open, and then started to slip off his hips the moment he stood up.
"Up against the car!" ordered Gardner, "You know the drill, I'm sure!" The driver (Joseph Williams) turned to place his hands on the truck, when his pants suddenly slipped all the way. When he reached down to grab them, he heard the cocking of Gardner's gun barrel. "Hands up where I can see them!" he yelled.
"M...my pants are falling man, I'm not wearing underwear! Can't I..?"
"HANDS UP!" yelled Gardner. The driver did as told, placing his hands a top the SUV, as his pants fell down around his ankles, exposing his ass to the public for any and everyone to see. Cars drove pass, as fellow drivers slowed down to view the scene. Some honked their horns, while a few yelled degrading remarks like "nice ass!"
"How long am I going to have to stand here like this?" asked the man, peeking back over his shoulder.
"Until I damn well tell you differently!" snapped Gardner.
"This is an out rage! You can't do this!" yelled the white female from inside. She unhooked her safety belt and opened the passenger side door to exit. She stormed around to the driver's side where Gardner stood tucking his gun back into its hoister. "Do you know who he is? This is police brutality! I'm going to call the...uhh!!" before the woman could finish her sentence, Gardner grabbed her and slammed her up against the SUV along side the driver. She hit the side window like an accident victim, the breath knocked right out of her momentarily.
"HEY, you can't do that!" protested the black man. "She ain't done nothing to...!"
"Shut the fuck up! You're in enough shit already, nigger!" yelled Gardner, his hand on his gun as he kicked the woman's legs apart. "Go check her bag!" he ordered Jake, whom had been standing there staring in disbelief. It took a second for the order to sink in, then Jake took off around the back of the truck towards the passenger's side door. He grabbed the woman's, then started rummaging through it.
Meanwhile, officer Gardner started to frisk the female. He started at the top, running his big hands along her exposed neck and down across the front of her dress as he squeezed and caressed her firm rock solid breasts. Sharon groaned in disgust as her body was molested and assaulted by the officer. Gardner pressed himself up against her backside, pressing his obvious hardon onto the woman's ass as he fondled her tits before moving on. A tear streaked down her cheek, ruining her mascara as she felt the officer's lengthy cock on her ass. Gardner continued his journey downward. He squat behind her, knowing she wasn't wearing any panties, and slowly slid both hands up her bare legs. She felt his fingertips touching between her thighs. Gardner could feel the hairs of her vagina as he brushed the tips across her lips. The woman quivered with shame and embarrassment as Gardner suddenly slipped one finger inside. She gasped in shock as he quickly moved it in and out, effectively finger fucking her snatch on a public street with people watching.
"ID has her marked as a Sharon Wilcox, of Claymount NJ." read Jake, coming back around to the other side of the truck. He saw Gardner starting to stand up, removing his hand from under the woman's dress. Gardner turned and looked his partner in the eyes, then sucked his finger clean, smacking his lips and uttering the word "tasty!"
"So she's no hooker?" he asked the rookie. "Did you "run" her name through the system?"
"uh..,no. No sir, I didn't." answered Jake, trying to figure out if he indeed saw what he thought he saw."
"Rookies!" sighed Gardner, turning the woman around to dace him. "Looks like this's your lucky day, sweet heart." he said to the woman, whom refused to look at him. She had her head turned away from Gardner, her eyes squeezed shut as the tears rolled down her face. Gardner thought it served her right, for putting out to a black man. Now her pussy was tainted, she didn't deserve to have white men fuck her. "Since my partner here did such a shitty job of checking your records, you get to leave! But your...uh, boyfriend stays here with me!" he said, taking out his hand cuffs as he proceeded to roughly force the man's hands behind his back.
"What for? What did I do?" asked the black guy, still unaware why he was pulled over in the first place. Gardner rewarded his question with an unexpected punch to the ribs, knocking the wind from his lungs as he quickly cuffed both hands.
"For resisting arrest!" answered Gardner, grabbing the man's biceps and yanking him in the direction of the police cruiser. With his pants still down around his ankles, he was forced to take baby steps to keep up with the fast paced officer. Joseph Williams' genitals bounced in full view as he hobbled along. Gardner opened the back door of his squad car, and shoved the man inside.
"Wha...what about the woman?" asked Jake, standing between the two vehicles, stunned.
"Fuck her! Let the whore go!" said Gardner, slamming the back door as he got into the front seat. Jake tried to console the woman, but by now she was hysterical with emotion. Jake told her to get back into the truck, and drive home. He told her that it wasn't safe for her to be out on the streets of North Philly alone at night. Gardner tweaked his siren, signaling for his partner to hurry up. Jake felt bad leaving the woman, but had no choice. They drove on as she was still standing beside the SUV, sobbing loudly.
"Serves her right if the niggers rape and kill her where she stands." grimaced Gardner. "If she don't get her cunt out of there in 2 minutes, we just might find her sperm filled body stuffed in one of those abandoned homes." he smirked as he ran red light.
"What was that all about?" asked Jake, trying to make sense of it all."
"Sometimes you just have to put these people in their place!" said Gardner, simply. Jake sighed in frustration. How would they write this one up? He reached for the police radio to alert that they were coming in with a passenger, but was stopped by Gardner. "What're you doing?"
"I'm...I'm calling it IN." answered Jake.
"Don't."
"Why not? We're taking him to the Precinct, right?"
Instead of answering, Gardner reached into his top breast pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He quickly pressed in the numbers he wanted, then waited a minute.
"Whitman! Yeah, I got a package! Call the others! Yeah, same spot! See you there!" was all he said. Jake Valentine sat in confusion, wondering just how much he knew about Bruce Gardner and his fellow officers.
They drove down to a small hardly ever used street hidden nestled beneath the I-95 bridge overhang. It was a desolate area, one normally housed by the homeless and people hiding out from the law. But frequent police activity in the area had caused many of the homeless to move on to less greener pastures. Jake wondered why they were there, as did the frightened black male in the back seat. Another squad car was already parked in plain sight, and a police patty-wagon made itself seen entering the area from the other direction.
"Get out of the car." said Gardner to his partner. Jake sat for a moment, in the dark about what was going on. Gardner got out, opening the back door as he pulled the struggling black man out into the open, then forced him down onto his knees. Mr Williams had a few brief encounters with the police in his youth; once he was picked up for truancy, once for a big school yard fight involving 20 other delinquent boys, and once for mistaken identity. But never had any of those officers ever drove him to some quiet isolated location with his pants down around his ankles, then force him to his knees. Williams knew he was in for a hell of a lot of trouble, and saw no way out of it.
Jake got out of the passenger side of the police cruiser, then saw officers Whitman and Cooper get out of the other squad car and walk slowly over towards them. The patty wagon pulled in beside them, and out of it came officers Blake, and his partner Jo Justin.
"Hey, what's up guy? Wha...what's this all about?" asked Jake, trying not to show his nerves.
"It's about LOYALTY, dumbass!" yelled Cooper, the high strung officer.
"It's about BROTHERHOOD!" corrected Whitman.
"Brotherhood?" asked Jake. "I don't understand..."
"There's a war out here rookie, between US, and THEM."
"Them? Them who?"
"THEM, dummy! The NIGGERS! The PIMPS! The DRUG DEALERS!" shouted Cooper!
"The war is against everyone that's against US. Be them black, chinese, Korean, mexican, puertorican, indian, muslim, -whatever! The world has it out for US, so it's only right that we protect each other's backs. Right?"
"By US, you mean the police?" asked Jake.
"By us, he mean US! Pure white breed!" answered Gardner. "I told you how it is out here, how we have to keep an eye on the niggers 24-7, how you can't trust them, any of them, as far as you can see them!"
"Which ain't far, in the dark!" laughed Blake.
"Their everywhere, in every city, taking over the white population and culture." continued Whitman, sounding agitated. "Our kids are listening to their jungle music, watching their sexually explicit videos, and dressing like urban hood rats!"
"And as you saw tonight, they're stealing our women!" added Gardner. "White women're fucking these low life scumbags! Turning away from the values that's held this country together!"
"That's right." said Whitman. "The laws are in their favor! Affirmative action! The Civil Rights Bill! Hell, they even have a black Holiday! What's next? Nigger For President?" Gardner and the others all laughed, but Cooper kept a close eye on Jake's response.
"He's NOT getting it!" he surmised, studying Jake's face.
"He's getting it. He maybe a little slow, but he's not stupid." smiled Whitman, walking over to pat Jake on the shoulder. "We're all in this together."
"So, wha...what are we going to do...with him?" asked Jake, trying to take it all in at once.
"Oh, HE's gonna get himself a lesson..." said Blake, happily.
"Yeah, one he'll NEVER forget!" jiggles Justine.
"What are you going to do?" asked Jake, suddenly afraid for the man's safety.
"We're gonna do to him, what he did to our white woman!" announced Gardner, walking back over to the kneeling black man whom had been listening to the whole speech in shock and horror. "He was getting his dick sucked when we pulled him over, so it's only fitting that he sucks OUR dicks!"
"NO! NO! PLEASE...!" screamed the man with no where to run. "She' wasn't sucking my dick!"
"Don't lie COON, I saw you pull her head down into your lap at the light! And when I flashed my flashlight on you, your pants were undone and her lipstick was smeared!" yelled Gardner as he walked up to the man and unzipped the crotch of his pants.
"No...no...no...I didn't....she didn't....please don't make me do this...! cried the man as Gardner pulled out his hard cock.
"You should be honored to suck our cocks, nigger. We're the long arm of the LAW!" laughed Cooper, watching Gardner shove his cock into the black man's face. Williams pulled back as if afraid of it. But Gardner grabbed him roughly by the hair, and yanked his face into position. When he yelled out in pain, Gardner attacked by shoving his dick between the man's thick lips.
"Suck that cock, COON!" he snarled, jamming as much of his dick in the man's gagging mouth as possible. "Bite me, and I'll make sure they'll never find the body!" he threatened.
The man gagged and choked as Gardner shoved his cock back and forth in his spit dripping mouth, making him take it all the way the start of his throat. With his hands cuffed securely behind his back, the man had no choice but to comply or choke to death. Gardner took him by the ears, and started to fuck his face. Whenever he pushed in, the man's throat would balloon and gag as it was made to make room for the officer's cock. Gardner laughed, loving the gagging sounds as he choked the man with his dick.
"Yeah, that's it bitch! That's how you suck a cock!" taunted Gardner, getting rougher by the minute as he fast fucked the man's mouth. He turned to his partner to be sure he was watching, and smiled. "He's not as good as Peaches, Jake...but he'll learn!" said the sadistic officer.
Jake felt sick to his stomach as he watched Gardner jam his cock into the black man's throat. Joseph Williams couldn't believe this was his fate. He survived the death of his parents, survived street gangs and drivebys, survived the heavy hits from his father's fists, and even survived the military, only to be humiliated or worse by the men sworn to protect people like him.
Officer Gardner's cock was relentless as it tore through Williams' throat like a harpoon. Williams had very little defense as he was forced to give up his throat for the fucking. Gobs of foamy white spit dripped from his lips as the cock drove forward, stretching his neck muscles and making him gag in pain before it retreated back across his tongue like a slithering snake. Gardner had no pity for the man as he fucked away at his face, making the man take his hardon deeper and deeper. He shoved his cock in through the tight throat ring, burying it in up to the balls. The man choked on the long white spear, feeling his dinner shot up from his stomach as it threatened to vomit. Gardner felt the throat muscles convulsing on his throbbing shaft, and shot a thick hot load of scalding cum down the black man's sore throat right then and there. Joseph Williams felt the dick pulsating in his throat as the cum poured into him, and thought he'd pass out from shock and a lack of oxygen.
"AARRRHHHH, YEEAAAHHHHH...!!" groaned Gardner, releasing his load as he churned his cock around in the budding throat. He held it there for a long moment, wanting to see if the black man could turn blue without any air. He amused himself until he was sure his balls were dry, then pulled out quickly and jumping back out of the way as he yanked his cock from the man's throat. Williams fell forward, throwing up semen and undigested food from an expensive restaurant meal he attended earlier with his date.
"Now that's how you open up a nigger's virgin throat!" laughed Gardner, stepping back as the next officer walked up with his meat exposed. Williams barely had time to cooperate when his head was being forced down into the warm vomit he just spit up.
"Eat that shit, BOY! EAT IT ALL UP!" yelled Cooper, smashing the man's face into the soil. After a minute or so, he yanked the man's head back up, then slapped him hard across the face for ascendancy. Then he stuffed his mouth with 7 full inches of hard WHITE cock. Williams was once again forced to submit and gag on a stiff dick as it pushed between his lips and into his vomit lined throat. All he could taste was the awful spit-up as the officer started to fuck his throat even more rapidly than the other. Officer Cooper's cock was like a steel bar, and he liked using it as a weapon as he did his best to punch a hole in the back of the black man's head. "Eat my cock, BOY! Take it into your coon throat, nigger! Yeeah! Yeeah! Fucking eggplant knows how to work a cock, don't he?"
The other officers watched, rubbing their hard bulges as they awaited their turns with smiles on their faces. Jake Valentine knew this wasn't the first time these evil officers captured a minority and forced him to endure their awful rape. Every ounce of his body wanted to rush in and defend the man, but he knew there was little he could do against these well experienced officers. Whitmen and Gardner had YEARS of experience on the force, and Blake was the Precinct's number one sharp shooter. Cooper was a loose cannon, unpredictability made him perhaps the most dangerous, -and Justin was an unknown. Confronting these men right now while they were hyped up on adrenalin and lust wouldn't be the smartest move. Jake wanted to get away from this scene, he didn't want to have any part in it, but was too afraid of what the officers would do to the suspect once they were done with him. He HAD to stick around to make certain they didn't do anything fatal to him.
"Awe yeeah! Awe Yeeah! Awe FUCK! Yeeah!" groaned Cooper, enjoying the rich velvety feel of the man's inner throat as he pounded his cock into him like a battering ram. Williams tried his best not to gag on the meat, knowing the constant choking was causing havoc to his sore throat muscles. Every gag reflex caused his stomach to churn, threatening to bring up more food from his earlier meal. He cursed himself for having such a big appetite tonight, which he then followed with dessert, so his stomach was full and ready to up chuck yet again. He tried relaxing his neck to help soothe some of the pain, but the intensity of the officer's thrusts were too much for him as the white man's pelvis banged against his nose again and again.
Cooper held Williams by the head, drilling his cock in and out of his mouth hard and fast. Williams' cheeks would balloon outward with every inward thrust, then sink inward with every outward withdraw. His throat ring bared the brunt of impacts as the cock broke through the fighting muscles with every shove of the hips. He could feel his throat ache as the cock pummeled his depths every time, knowing it would probably be days before he could swallow or even speak again.
"Awe...shit yeeah, man! These jiggaboos know how to suck cock!"
"I told you..." said Gardner, zipping his fly as he tucked his dead snake. "They were born for it, with those big fat lips of theirs."
"The fatter the lips, the bigger our juice!" joked Justin, eager for his turn.
"I'm...I'm gonna CUM!" announced Cooper, hammering at Williams' face harder.
Like everyone else present, Williams thought the officer would cum down his throat like Gardner did. But instead, Cooper pulled out after the first spurt painted his tongue white, and shot the rest of his plentiful load all over the kneeling man's dark facial features. "AAHH, AHHH, YEEAH, YEEAH, UHHH, UHHH, YEEAH, YEEAH, Take that fucking load you stinking COON! Take it!" he panted with every gush. The semen landed in Williams' eyes, nose, mouth, lips, cheeks, chin, forehead, and hair. Cooper jacked and jacked his exploding cock until he was empty.
"Now he's in WHITE FACE!" laughed the officer as he wiped his cock head off on the man's lips. "Did you like that, bitch?" he smirked when Williams looked up at him in disgust.
"Fuck you!" screamed the man, his dignity lost.
"Careful asshole, you might just get your wish!" smiled Cooper, waving his hardon ominously.
"Stop playing with the spook, Alan!" said Whitmen, shoving Cooper aside as he stepped up to the plate next. He took his time unfastening his pants, wanting the arrogant nigger to see his next meal before he tasted it. Slowly he reached into his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Williams swallowed nervously, tasting a mixture of sperm and vomit in his mouth. Whitmen stroked his cock in front of the kneeling captive, feeding off the fear in his eyes as he watched the officer step closer. Just as the cock touched his lips, Williams turned his head defiantly. Whitmen smiled at the man's boldness, then whipped out his gun and placed it against the man's left temple.
"You got a problem with sucking my cock, homeboy?" he asked, cocking the gun.
"N...n...no sir!" stammered Williams, frighteningly. He could feel the barrel pressed against his skull and all he could think of was all the news reports claiming that police shot him out of self defense for resisting arrest. He knew the cops could literally do whatever they wanted to him, and the public would believe whatever story they fed them. So his only way out of this, was to do what the sick bastards wanted.
With one gun still pressed to his head, he felt the head of the other gun (cock) slid up to his lips. He opened his mouth invitingly and allowed it in peacefully. It slipped into his mouth, across his tongue, and into his sore throat in seconds.
"That's better, -ape!" signed Whitmen as his cock sank into the wet mouth. "See how easy it is when you cooperate and don't act like an animal? If all you niggers did what you were told, this country would be a better place to live."
Williams hated these men for what they were doing to him, but he hated THIS man most of all for putting a gun to his head. He could still feel the barrel as he started to bob his head, sucking the officer's hard cock willing in exchange for his life.
"That's it, eat that cock. Show us what a good cocksucker your kind make." smiled Whitmen, never removing the gun as it helped make the man a better sucker.
He let the man suck his cock at his own pace, leaving it up to him how much he took and how hard he sucked to get the officer off. He knew this would blow the man's mind more than simply raping him, for tricking him into sucking willing would leave even deeper psychological scars which he in turn would take out on his woman and children, ensuring a hateful hurtful life for all.
Williams was at a loss as he sucked the officer off. He felt strange and confused for sucking the man willingly. The other two officers held his head and fucked at his face until they came, but this cop was different as he just stood there while he did all the work. At least with the other officers he could claim he was forced, but with Whitmen he had to be a participant, making it seem less like a rape and more like an encounter.
Whitmen laughed at Williams confusion, he knew the thought of it all was eating the man up inside. Part of their strategy was to break the men's spirits, to make them feel less than men by making them perform oral or anally. They broke countless minorities this way, -man fucking them then throwing them back into the reality where they always thought of cocksuckers as low life fags and queers. This angered them and made them lash out at the people around them (their families), perpetuating the cycle of abuse and keeping the "black man" down.
Williams bobbed his head back and forth as he took as much of the cop's cock as possible. He sucked and slobbered all over the shaft, trying to get the man to cum quickly so he could finally end his ordeal. With his hands still cuffed, he slid his mouth up and down the shaft slowly, tightening his lips and lathering the underbelly of the cock with his tongue to coax out the cum quicker.
"Look at him go! See how their instincts kick in as soon as they've got a cock in their mouths? moaned Whitmen, watching the black lips slide up and down his glistening shaft.
Williams turned a deaf ear to the comments being made, and sucked all the more intensely. Whitmen felt his loins become inflamed as his cock began to throb between the sweet suckling lips. Instinctively he started to hump his hips forth, ramming his cock into the man's throat several times to get more depth. Williams did his best to take what he could, slobbering all over the man's stiff member and leaving gobs of hot spit dripping from his reddened balls.
"Wow, do all nigger know to suck cock like that?" wondered Justin aloud as his own cock tented his uniform slacks. He couldn't help releasing it to stroke his hardness as he watched the senior officer get blown.
"All the one's we trained do!" answered Gardner, proudly.
Even Jake couldn't help getting partly aroused as he watched the black man labor over Whitmen's shank.
The officer closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of the wet lips slurping along his slick shaft. The gun in his hand started to tremble as his balls tightened in the red hairy sack. Williams was unaware of how his actions were inflaming the man, he merely did what he had to do to survive. He sucked the white man's cock, taking it into his mouth again and again until he suddenly, unexpectedly felt his mouth cavity fill with a flood of bland semen.
"uukkgg!!" he gagged, feeling the seed fill his mouth like a water balloon. Officer Whitmen shook and trembled as his orgasm hit. He panted softly as the cum ripped from his testicles. When he opened his eyes, he looked down to see Williams holding his cock head in his mouth with his cheeks bulging.
"You going to swallow that present, nigger?" he asked, tapping the gun barrel against the man's temple.
William pulled back until the spent cock head fell from his lips, then slowly gulped the fresh seed down. His throat muscles burned and the sperm oozed over the bruised flesh on way to his stomach.
"Good job." said Whitmen, tucking his gun into his hoister before moving away.
"My turn!" yelled Justine, unable to hold his load as he ran up to the kneeling man while holding his cock. Williams didn't even try to resist as he opened his mouth to accept the young officer's cock tip.
Justine penetrated Williams' soft wet lips, and buried his cock in the man's sore throat. He gripped him tightly about the head, and started to thrust in and out of his throat with wild untamed strokes. The older officers laughed at the youngster's display, and liked that he was obviously causing the black much pain and discomfort.
"AHH! AHH! AHH! AHH! AHH!" he screamed over and over as he fucked. Williams felt the zipper of the man's pant cutting into his lips with every plunge. Luckily his assault didn't last long as he quickly started shooting salty cum down Williams' throat.
"AHH! AHH! AHH! Yeah!" he gasped, losing his load.
Blake walked up next, his long uncut semi hard cock looking more like a half dead python than a cock. Williams certainly looked afraid of this monster as Blake took it in hand and slapped the kneeling prisoner with it several times until it awakened and became fully hard. He pulled back the foreskin, then fed the man his cock head. Williams accepted the meal and quickly began sucking the fat head, when his mouth suddenly started to fill up with a warm liquid. At first he thought the officer had already cum, but his tastebuds weren't familiar with this new substance. His first gulp of the liquid tasted acid like bitter, and extremely salty. When it continued to flow, out lasting his ability to swallow quickly and spilling out the sides of his mouth in rivers, he knew that it wasn't cum the man was emptying in his mouth.
"Drink that cop piss, you nasty black monkey!"
Just when Williams thought they could do nothing worse to him, now he was being forced to drink human body waste. Obediently he drank what he could, not wanting to anger them. A gun against the head was a sure fire way to get someone to cooperate. Most of the heavy liquid spilled down off his chin, onto his chest, and soaked into his clothes. Blake stroked his bloated cock as he peed, Williams was astonished at the volume of piss the big hairy balls held. Just as the last trickle of piss emptied from its long hose, did the splatter of thick cum splash against the man's piss, vomit, and cum drenched face, -leaving ribbons of ropey cum in his mouth and across his fat quivering lips.
Instinctively Williams swallowed, licking his lips clean as he looked nervously around the group of uniformed men and pondered what was in stored for him next.
"Your turn, Valentine." said Gardner, referring to Jake.
"I don't want a turn." said Jake, disgusted by the men's behaviors.
"Look, you're either with us or against us! You need to pick a side!" snapped Cooper angrily. Jake sensed a fight on his hands.
"Calm down, Alan. Jake doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to." reasoned Whitmen. "He's one of US, he knows which side of the fence will protect him. Right Jake?" asked Whitmen, subtly. Jake's eyes narrowed as the meaning slowly became clear. "I mean, if your stuck in a shoot out with street trash like THIS... (he said, pointing to Williams) ...and looking down the barrel of a gun, who do you think will come to your aid? US, or them?"
Jake knew it wasn't a question, but the hint of a threat. If he with them, he was against the, and they wouldn't protect him in the field where it counted. He looked around at the stone cold faces of his fellow officers, suddenly aware just how isolated and desolate they were out in the middle of no where. He looked at Joseph Williams still kneeling on the ground half naked and wet, his once proud face now sunken and sullen with shame as fresh cum and piss dripped from every facet of his face. For the very first time, Jake actually felt frightened in the presence of his brethren. Watching them physically rape this unarmed man for the simple fact of being black and dating a white woman, let him know that these men were capable of anything.
"Us." responded Jake, timidly.
"Good response!" laughed Whitmen, the others joining in with him. "You had me worried there for a minute. But I knew you wasn't stupid."
Jake smiled faintly at the compliment, but was still concerned about his and the suspect's safety.
"What are we going to do about him?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Him? I don't know, he was a pretty lousy fuck!" joked Whitmen, taking his gun from his hoister to aim it at William's head. "What do you think men, shoot him? Or set him free?"
"I say shoot the lousy cocksucker!" yelled Cooper. "It's the only way to insure he won't complains about this!"
"No...no...gentlemen, I...I won't s...s...say anything...!" stammered Williams, fearfully.
"Shoot him." agreed Blake bluntly, as he tucked his cock.
"Set the bastard free." said Gardner. "He's got 5 cop loads swimming in his belly, who he gonna risk telling this story to? Ain't no black man gonna put his niggerhood on the line by admitting he sucked five white cops off under a bridge. It's like telling the world I'm QUEER! Besides, he won't be looking at any more white women anytime soon." he chuckled.
"Justin?" asked Whitmen, asking for the officer's opinion.
"Shoot him, what the fuck!" said Justin, content with the load he already shot and ready to move on.
"And you, Jake? What do you suggest?" he asked next.
"I...I think we should let him go. He's learnt his lesson, I'm sure. Isn't that right, n...n...nigger?"
"YES! YES! I...I won't do it anymore! I promise!" agreed Williams, hopeful they would believe him.
"I don't know Jake, 4 against 2 to shoot him...those are bad odds." teased Whitmen. "I mean, Cooper gives a pretty good reason why we should shoot him. After all, a dead nigger can't speak! Am I right, Bruce?"
"Yeah, you right about that!" agreed Gardner, sighing OH WELL as if he did all he could.
"How much do you think this nigger's life is worth, Jake? What would you give to save him?"
"I....I...."
"Hurry up Jake, the clock's ticking! The nigger's life is running out!" taunted Whitmen.
"I...any...anything! I'd give anything!" yelled Jake, honestly.
"Well what do you have that we want, Jake? Tell us."
Jake wreck his brain. He thought of his car, his watch, his pay check, then he recalled the trust fund his grand parents set up for him as a kid. There had to be hundreds of thousands of dollars there, surely he could negotiate that. But before he could say, Cooper stepped up with an idea.
"He could suck all our cocks too!" he blurted, catching Whitmen's attention.
"Good idea, Alan. If officer Valentine wants to save the nigger's life so bad, then he can get on his knees beside him and take up where he left off. Right officer Valentine? Does the nigger's life mean THAT much to you?"
Jake looked around at each officer, hoping for someone to be on his side, to help argue his case. But none of the officer's facial expressions seemed to indicate empathy, they were all in agreement. Distraught, he looked over at Williams kneeling on the ground on his knees, his hands still cuffed. Williams was pleading for his help, tears flowing down his face in streaks. Wordlessly, he walked over to the black man, and knelt down beside him.
"Hot DAMN! Me first!" yelled Cooper, pulling his hardon from his pants and he charged the kneeling officer. Jake Valentine felt overwhelming dread as Cooper's cock got closer and closer. "I've been waiting for this every since the first day you stepped into our Precinct! MAN am I going to enjoy this!" he thrilled, aiming his cock up to the cop's lips.
"Okay Alan, that's enough!" said Whitmen, bringing a halt to his charge.
"What??" asked Cooper, holding his aching cock in hand.
"Put that thing away!" ordered Whitmen.
"Like hell! He's willing to suck us off!" argued Cooper.
"He's one of US! We don't treat our own that way!" yelled Whitmen.
"Fuck that, I want some head!" defied Cooper, turning his back on his partner. "Open up cocksucker, I got your next mean right here!"
Cooper prepared to stick his cock in Jake's mouth, but stopped suddenly when he hears Whitmen's gun cock near his ear.
"I said, -PUT THAT THING AWAY!"
Cooper looked down at Jake whom remained poised on his knees, his porcelain like face just inches away. Cooper's cock ached to penetrate those pink lips, to fuck his smug handsome face until he dumped a huge gagging load of hot cum down his punk throat. But he knew better than to oppose Whitmen. Whitmen was a man to contend with. Reluctantly he stepped back, tucking his limping cock back into his pants. Jake breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel the hate spewing from Cooper's red eyes as he backed up across the lot.
"Get up off your knees Jake, you're no cocksucker." said Whitmen, putting away his gun. Jake got up from his knees, feeling the eyes of his peers piercing through him like daggers. They all knew he was willing to suck their cocks for a black man, they knew he couldn't be trusted.
"Wha...what about him?" asked Jake, not giving up on the subject.
"If freeing the nigger means that much to you....then he's free to go." announced Whitmen, walking back to his squad car. Cooper stood for a moment, torn between obeying his partner and attacking Valentine. The better decision prevailed as he finally followed Whitmen and got into the driver's seat.
Blake and Justin also left with saying a word, getting into their patty wagon as they followed the police cruiser back into the city. Gardner walked back to his cruiser as well.
"We best be going." he said as he opened the driver's side door.
"And him? How will he get home?" asked Jake.
"He can walk for I care." answered Gardner, getting in the car.
Jake helped Williams to his feet. Using his own handcuff keys, he unlocked the man from his shackles and told him he was free to go. Williams looked into Jake's eyes with all the hate and fury meant for the other officers.
"You fucking pigs! You won't get away with this! Kidnapping me, raping me, forcing me to suck you nasty white dicks! You're gonna pay for what you did! Mark my words!"
"Yeah, okay, I understand." said Jake, trying to make the man keep his voice down. "Just leave. Go. Before one of them decides to turn around and put a bullet in your head!" warned the officer. A light bulb went off in Williams' head as he realized the officer was right. Without looking back, he took off running as fast as the legs would carry him, disappearing from sight before Jake could even reach the squad car. He got into the passenger's side seat, ready to flee the scene himself as the man's rape played fresh in his mind.
"A word to the wise, rookie..." said Gardner as he started the engine to the cruiser. "Life can be much sweeter on the force if your partners know that you've got their backs, otherwise, it's every man for himself out here. And no one can survive long on the force with that kind of thinking. Consider this advisement." Jake nodded, taking what his partner had to say under consideration, but in truth, he knew these were some of the most hateful vile men to walk the earth, and he wouldn't be able to rest until every last one of them was expelled from the force. "Ahh...another productive night!" joked Gardner, steering the cruiser out from under the bridge. "You know you missed out on some premo head tonight rookie. Maybe you'd like me to swing you by Peaches so she can take care of you?"
"Fuck you, Bruce." groaned Jake, unamused.