[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]
THE PRECINCT II -pt-13 Title: CADAVERS
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NORTH PHILLY
The lone police car remained parked under a bridge overhang near a line of train tracks as the vehicle's occupants (partners: Jake Valentine and Rodney Ellis) lay naked in the backseat. Ellis sat comfortably with his back against the seat while Jake straddled his waist, bouncing his bare ass up and down on Ellis' 8 and 1/2 inch erection.
The two men had been at it for 20 minutes, with Jake surrendering his anus after giving Ellis a glorious blow job for 10 minutes. Jake held onto Ellis' neck and broad shoulders as he bounced, driving his ass down on the stiff upright black dick over and over. Ellis caressed Jake's bare bottom as he rode his dick, helping to lift him up off his dick and allowing Jake's weight to send his ass crashing back down on him with every plunge.
Jake's head faced the opposite direction of Ellis', looking out the back window as he rode the black man's big dick. They both moaned, groaned, and grunted in unison, both enjoying the pleasures the other had to offer after finding a break in their busy day.
Ellis could feel Jake's erection rubbing against his belly, leaving streaks of pre-cum against his dark abs as they fucked. Ellis had yet to touch Jake's dick or to kiss him romantically. Jake wasn't sure where Ellis stood on issues of gay sex, other than getting himself off. Jake wasn't mad that Ellis' focus seemed to be on solely himself, even Maleece (Jake's lover) usually focused his attention more on himself than on Jake, often leaving Jake to get himself off. But at least Maleece liked to kiss. Jake yearned to feel his lips against his partner's, loving the way Ellis' full dark lips looked. He leaned back against the back of the front seats just to look at Ellis' lips and to see his facial expressions. Ellis' eyes were closed as he concentrated on the awesome feeling wrapped around his dick. Every so often Jake would change the pace of their fuck, speeding up or slowing down to make the session last longer. While Ellis had his eyes closed, Jake took the opportunity to look his body over, liking the definition of his cut as Ellis sat back and relaxed. Jake felt an overwhelming desire to feel Ellis shoot inside him as he leaned forward and quickened his pace. He bounced his ass up and down on his partner's dick faster, squeezing his anal muscles around the shaft to try to coax the cum out. Ellis moaned softly as he wrapped his strong arms around Jake's back, hugged his body closer.
Jake nibbled at Ellis' ear, panting softly as he rammed his ass down on his dick. Ellis cocked his head sideways as Jake began licking his neck. Ellis ran his fingers through Jake's hair, pressing his mouth harder into his neck. Jake began sucking on one spot, using his teeth to passionately bite into the skin. Ellis groaned as he tilted down in his seat, gripping Jake up under the arms as he began thrusting up into his ass, sending his dick well deeper into Jake's bottom.
Jake's voice vibrated from the powerful thrusts of Ellis' hips as he drooled along the side of Ellis' neck, losing himself in lust. Ellis could feel himself nearing a roaring climax as he fucked harder, driving his dick up into Jake's backside with increasing speed. The two men began to sweat as their bodies became one. Jake's dick strained against Ellis' belly, the constant rubbing caused his dick to leak more pre-cum. Ellis was beginning to see stars when he thrust up into Jake's ass and unloaded a basin full of warm cum into his partner's sucking hole. Jake felt the dick pulsing and throbbing inside him as he locked his anal muscles around the base, trapping the spurting dick in his bowels.
"Fuck man..., damn...!" was all Ellis could utter as the cum pumped out of him in groves.
Jake felt the tension in Ellis' body relax as his climax passed, his dick slowly softening in his ass as Jake tightened his anal muscles to keep the sperm trapped inside him. "We'd better get dressed..., our break is over..." suggested Ellis, feeling his limp dick fall from Jake's hole.
Jake and Ellis began the daunting task of redressing in the back of the squad car. Once they were presentable, Ellis got out to take a leak. As he walked a respectful distance from the car and unzipped his uniform pants, he noticed an odd looking shaped bag sticking out of the debris gathered under the overpass. Curiously he stepped closer and pulled at the bag, only to have the head and shoulders of a deal male pop up out of the debris.
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Police and forensic units surrounded the site, as expert agents gather information and clues all about the crime scene. The entire area had been blocked off by police, yellow crime tape cornering off the train underpass as plain clothed homicide detectives question officers Ellis and Valentine, trying to ascertain exactly what the uniformed officers saw.
"I told you already, detective..., I stopped off down here to take a leak, and saw the victim sitting in a trash bag with debris!" explained Ellis, for the umpteenth time.
"I'm sorry if our line of questions are annoying you officer..." said the homicide detective, sarcastically. "...but do you often come down to a remote area such as this to urinate in public...?"
Ellis blew his breath...
"I TOLD you..., I had to go badly, it was an emergency!" explained the officer.
"And what about your partner, Valentine...? What did HE see...?" asked the detective, scribbling notes in his notebook.
"Jake came over when he heard me call his name..., he saw exactly what YOU saw when he came over...!" said Ellis.
"And what was that...?" asked the detective without looking up from his notes.
Ellis sighed again...
"He saw the victim's head sticking up out of the trash!"
"Did you touch the body in any way...?" asked the detective, routinely.
"No, of course not!" answered Ellis.
"You didn't even check to see if he was alive...?" questioned the detective, curiously.
"It was obvious by the discoloration and the worms coming out of his mouth and ears that he was dead, detective!" said Ellis.
"Oh..., and you're an expert at recognizing dead bodies...?" asked the detective, sharply.
"If he wasn't dead, he gave an awfully good imitation!" said Ellis, smartly.
Not far away, Jake sat quietly, having already answered questions from the detective's partner. Jake was worried that police would somehow find out that they were parked down at the crime scene having sex, after all, it was the city's finest on the job. He tried to keep a straight face, even as he kept a tight grip on Ellis' sperm which was trying to escape his puckered anal lips.
"Jake...!" called Maleece, as he and detective Malik got out of their unmark police car. "Are you okay...? What happened...?!" asked Mal, comforting his lover.
"Ellis and I found a cadaver under the bridge..." explained Jake, his heartbeat pounding at the sight of Maleece.
The homicide detective saw the arrival of Maleece and Malik, and rushed over to confront them...
"This is MY crime scene, detectives...!" he yelled, strong-arming his authority as he sought to get rid of the competition. "You two aren't even homicide..., you're narcotics...!"
"Chill out detective..., Jake's a close friend of ours...!" explained Malik, holding up his badge.
"I don't care WHO he is..., he's still being questioned as one of the only witnesses in a homicide!"
"You sound like you think they had something to do with this crime...!" joked Malik, listening to the detective's zeal.
"No one's clear of suspicion until I find the murderer!" informed the detective, causing Jake's eyes to widen guiltily.
"Surely you're not suggestion these two police officers had anything to do with this murder..." asked Malik, in disbelief. "...the same two officers who called in the scene...?!!"
"Stranger things have happened, detective..., so why don't you and your partner clear out of here so I can do my job properly...?!" asked the homicide dick.
"Call me when you get a free moment..." advised Maleece, fighting the urge to give Jake a warm hug. He gently punched him on the shoulder instead, then walked back towards the car with his partner.
Malik watched Maleece's worried facial expression as they got back in the car...
"Don't worry about it, Maleece..., Jake and Ellis will be cleared of any wrong doing as soon as the coroner's report come back!"
"I'm not worried that they might be found guilty of murder..." explained Maleece, eyeballing Jake as he sat on the hood of his patrol car. "...I'm trying to figure out why they were down here in the first place...?"
"Oh..." said Malik, realizing where Maleece was going. "...I'm sure they have a legitimate explanation..." assured Malik.
Maleece looked over at his partner as he started the car...
"When Jake and I were partners in uniform together..., we used to park somewhere quiet all the time, and fuck!" explained Maleece, having a valid worry as he put the car in reverse and exited the scene.
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SOUTH PHILLY
The large black SUV (often recognized as Pooh's car) pulled up on the corner of Roswell Drive, entering the high rise development of Roswell Heights, otherwise known as the projects. 34 year old Sinclair Kane saw the SUV and knew it was Pooh checking in. He said goodbye to his crew, then broke away from the small pack of fellas he conversed with, and met the SUV by the curb. He fully expected the tented window to roll down to reveal the 300 plus pound Pooh sitting behind the wheel, when to his surprise it was none other than Pooh's pet, --DMoney.
"Oh shit, snap..." laughed Kane, seeing Money behind the wheel. "...I thought you were Pooh! I was like `damn, homboi ain't even call to say he comin' through' n'shit! What if I was'n here...?"
"It's not an official call..." said Money, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sexy sunglasses, his long shoulder length cornrows wrapped tight under an Arab style du-rag.
"Then what do I owe this unofficial call...?" asked Kane, looking in through the passenger side window.
"I wannit to see where you were with things..." said Money, perched behind the wheel. "..after all, Pooh put ME in charge of operations here while he's away!"
Kane chuckled.
"Oh did he...? And here'd he go...?"
"Who know...? He's been gone more'n a few days!" answered Money. "So while he's gone, you can report to me...!"
"Okay..." said Kane, thinking fast. "...why don't we go up to my place and discuss it...?"
"What's to discuss...?" smirked Money, knowing Kane wouldn't like having to answer to him.
"We could throw back a couple of brews..., smoke some weed..., and discuss a few ideas I have in mind to expand this operation outside Roswell Heights...!" suggested Kane.
Money hunched his shoulders, thinking `why not?' as he parked Pooh's truck and followed Kane up to his place.
"How many guys you got working for you...?" inquired Money, as the two men rode the elevator up to the 10th floor.
"Little over a dozen...!" said Kane, stepping off the elevator as he showed Money to his door. "Most of em're just kids actin' as lookout for the corner boiz..., you know how it is!"
"No doubt!" said Money, having run his own game for awhile.
Kane used his key to unlock and open the door to his ghetto palace. "Nice..." said Money, looking around at the decorations. "You live alone...?"
"Naw..." answered Kane, closing and locking the door as he tossed the keys. "...I live wit my gurl and my 2 kids!"
"Kew." said Money, looking about discreetly.
"You got any kids...?" asked Kane, walking over to the bar where he pulled 2 beers out of a mini fridge.
"Naw, no yet..." said Money, turning around as Kane handed him his beer. "...my gerl and I're workin' on it through!"
"That's wussup! Kids'll change yur life!" said Kane, standing directly in front of Money. "I ain't never thought I could love another person until they came along...!"
"What about yur baby's momma...?" inquired Money, taking his first swig.
"I love her..." admitted Kane, going over to his weed stash. "...but not like them kids! They the only one's I'd die for! Feel me...?"
"Gotchu!" agreed Money, watching as Kane pulled a plastic storage baggie from a box behind the bar. "I always keeps a stash ready at all times...?" he asked, flipping the bag as it rolled down dramatically like a curtain to reveal about 10 pre-rolled blunts inside. "Let's sit onna sofa...!"
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PRECINCT-23
Police captain David McConnell sat behind his desk, going over police reports and trying to ignore the strange feeling in his gut. For some reason he couldn't shake the feeling that his straight son Elliott was making a play for his lover Andy. McConnell hated himself for thinking such things, after all, his son had given him no reason to believe he was gay, or even interested in men for that matter. Surely his suspicions were solely based on his own insecurities and not something Elliott actually did or said.
McConnell tried concentrating on the task at hand, but kept staring at the phone sitting on his desk. He wondered if his ex-wife (Christina) knew anything? But they hadn't had a good relationship since their divorce, could she be trusted to be honest with him?
Curiosity finally got the better of him when he picked up the phone and dialed his old home number. His heart was beating a thousand fold in his chest as he waited for his ex-wife to answer. "Hello...?" said a strong male's voice, one McConnell didn't recognize off hand.
"uh, hello...? Is Christina in...?" he asked, unsure who he was speaking with.
"Who's calling...?" asked the voice.
"David..., her ex-husband!" he said, firmly.
The voice got silent for a moment, causing McConnell to believe the line went dead. "Hello...?" he asked again into the phone.
"Yeah..." said the voice, trying to hide a slight tremble. "...this's David junior..., your son!"
"David...??" said McConnell, smiling broadly. "I thought you were still away in the Service...?!"
"I was..., I mean I am..., I'm home on leave!" answered the oldest son.
"Great!" said McConnell. "Maybe we can get together..., go out to dinner or something...?"
"All of us, or just you and me...?"
"Whatever you feel most comfortable with, son." said McConnell. "I haven't seen you in ages...! I would love to see what you've grown up to look like!"
"Well..., I certainly haven't grown up to be a raging queen like some people...!" snapped David junior.
McConnell felt a knife twist in his heart.
"David I..."
"I..., wasn't referring to YOU, dad..." said junior, sounding generally apologetic. "...I was referring to Elliott!"
"Elliott...?" said McConnell, curiously. "What do you mean...?"
"He's living with YOU now..., hasn't he told you yet...?" asked David junior.
"Told me what...?" asked McConnell.
"Why mom kicked him out of the house...?"
"He hasn't told me much of anything...!" said McConnell, now more worried than ever. "That's why I called your mother! I'm still trying to figure out why he left school!"
"You're really out of the loop, aren't you dad...?" asked David junior. "Call the school..., I'm sure THEY could shed some light on why El was kicked out of there too! And dad...?"
"Yes, son...?"
"You're not gonna like it!" (click).
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ROSWELL HEIGHTS
Both Kane and DMoney sat back on the sofa, smoking blunts and drinking can after can of beer from Kane's mini bar. To add to the mood, Kane threw on a X-rated movie, featuring an all straight cast of big dick black men butt fucking helpless females. After about an hour or so, Money felt his dick bone up in his pants as he began rubbing himself. "Shit this movie's good..." he said, unable to keep his eyes off the big hard dicks squeezing through tight gripping assholes.
Kane smiled slyly as he watched Money take another heavy toke on the blunt before passing it back. Kane took it and placed it up to his lips, but didn't inhale. He held it for a few minutes before passing it back. Money took it, then took another big drag off of it, feeling the smoke enter his lungs.
The woman in the video was getting fucked doggie style, he face buried in a sofa cushion as some big muscled black man fucked her asshole from behind. She panted painfully, her asshole feeling torn to shreds as the man held her hips and fucked her hard and deep, burying his boner balls deep with every inward thrust of his 10" prong.
As if taking that dick wasn't enough, another big black man appeared at her head, grabbing a fistful of her weaved hair and yanking her head upward as he slapped his raging hardon against her heavily painted face. The girl moaned in despair as the new guy stuffed his big dick in her mouth, stretched her painted lips around his amazing girth. She was forced to suck, fucked front and back by the two savage men who used her solely as a dick warmer, using her holes to jack off in.
"Good stuff, eh...?" asked Kane, watching Money stroke his hardon through his pants.
"Definitely man..." said the 22 year old drug dealer. "...I wish I had someone here right now who could work this dick over for me...!" he said, never taking his eyes off the screen.
Kane licked his lips...
"I might be able to arrange that..." he said, looking at Money with smoldering eyes.
Money looked over at Kane questionably, then started to undo his pants. Kane climbed down off the sofa, getting onto his knees as Money removed his pants and boxer shorts. Kane pushed the pile of clothing aside as Money settled back on the sofa, alternating watching the movie and watching Kane. He couldn't believe this big muscled convict was about to suck his dick for him, but he had seen stranger things over the years. Maybe Kane had gained a taste for dick while locked up in prison? Either way, Money didn't really care, so long as he got his rocks off.
He spread his legs, allowing his big 8 and 1/2 inch dick and heavy balls to swing freely between his legs. Kane took his time, rubbing his hands up and down Money's hairy toned legs, drinking beer, and passing the blunt back and forth. He slowly jacked Money's dick in his hand as Money continued to smoked, taking another lungful of weed into his body as his mind became foggy with lust.
"Shit man..., I'm so fuckin' horny..." he whispered between puffs. "...you gonna suck my dick or what...?"
"Yeah..., give me a minute..." said Kane, playing with Money's dangling balls. He caressed the hairy fruits with his fingers, gently tracing his index finger along the ass crack and over the puckered anus.
Money jumped at the intrusion.
"Hey..." he chuckled playfully. "...you supposed to be suckin' my dick, not playin' with my ass!"
"But you like that shit...!" said Kane, looking up to Money from between his legs.
Money's eyes opened slowly as the words seared through his ears like a hot poker. "I know how hard you came after Pooh shoved his finger in your ass...!" continued the drug dealer, looking Money dead in the eye. "Luscious was down there suckin' yur dick, remember...? She saw everything!" smiled Kane.
"That was, uh..., that was just, uh..." started Money, trying to explain.
"No need to lie about it, dawg..., we all got our own kinks n'shit!" continued Kane, rubbing her finger firmer against Money's hole. "You like havin' yur ass fucked..., and I like fuckin' ass...! Sounds like a match to me!"
"Hold it now...!" said Money, trying to get up as he began to push Kane out of the way.
Almost instantly as he tried to get up, he felt the room starting to spin as he fell back down into relaxed position on the sofa. Kane resumed fingering Money's asshole, as if he never moved. "What the fuck...??!" moaned Money, feeling strange. He saw the cocky smirk on Kane's face, then knew he'd done something to the weed.
"Sextasy..." said Kane, as if reading Money's mind. "...I gave you a tainted blunt I laced with Sextasy..., how you feelin' dawg...? Feel like getting' fucked yet...?" he laughed.
"You sonofabitch...!!" shouted Money, dropping what was left of the blunt as he tried to reach for Kane's throat. Kane merely put his hand on Money's chest and pushed him back down on the sofa without much effort. Money was too weak and too horny to fight, his dick was rock hard as his legs stayed cocked open invitingly, it was nothing for Kane to merely shove his face down between his legs and start sucking out Money's asshole.
"Oooohhhh ffuuuccckkkk...!" Moaned Money, feeling Kane's face pressed just below his balls. He could feel the South Philly drug dealer's tongue licking along his ass crack, searching for his asshole.
Kane used his hands to forcibly push Money's legs up in the air, exposing his vulnerable ass. The cheeks parted to reveal the slightly haired anus nestled just between. Kane wasted no time attacking the tight taut ring with his tongue, licking and sucking at it as Money lay back on the sofa helpless.
"Shit man...! Don't do that shit...! That shit feels..., --aahhh fuck! It feels..., --uhhhh damn man! Don't...! Oooohhh...! Awwww...!" moaned Money against his will.
Kane shoved his face in deeper, tonguing the handsome 22 year old man's ass as if it were a fat juice pussy. Kane knew how to suck pussy, he'd been doing it since he was 11. He knew just what got girls (even the most resistant of girls) hot enough to make them want and crave dick. By the time he finished sucking on their fat pussies for the better part of an hour, they'd be begging for him to fuck them, --to shove his dick into them and steal their virginities!
Money tried to fight back, to get up from his vulnerable position and save his ass from the fate he knew was coming. But his body just wouldn't react. Thanks to the Sextasy, his mind was now a muddled mess of conflicting thoughts and images. In his confusion he began to remember that faithful day when he reconciled with Pooh. Money had previously stole over 50 grand from the infamous drug dealer, after counting money for the big man for years. Money didn't intend for Pooh to find out, but the 300+ pound West Philly native was having all of his people watched at the time. Money ended up on the run, hiding from Pooh's wrath and living out of cheap motels with his (then) girlfriend Dedra. He was even slated to testify against Pooh in trial when he got cold feet. After running for awhile, he finally decided to call his former boss and try to work out a deal of safe return. Surprisingly Pooh agreed, and the two men arranged to meet somewhere to return what was left of Pooh's money.
Pooh was understandably angry that one of his trusted men had betrayed him. Initially he intended to have Money killed, but after discussing the situation with his partner (Tempest Williams), he devised another scheme of punishment and discipline. He gave Money an offer the 22 year old felt he couldn't refuse; becoming Pooh's slave. On learning that Money had secretly married his girlfriend Dedra, Pooh decided to bring her into the fold as well. Money and Dedra moved into Pooh's big West Philly home, becoming his property. That night they consummated the new relationship with Pooh fucking Dedra in Money's bed in front of her husband. Dedra of course had no say in the matter, and after nearly 45 minutes of the straight uninterrupted pounding of her pussy, she began to love being Pooh's sex slave. Money watched silently as the master creamed inside his wife, his big muscled ass cheeks sinking inwards as he buried his entire 10 and 1/2 inch shaft in her vagina and came. Money could tell by the moans Dedra made while getting fucked that she had cum several times during the ordeal as well, adding insult to injury.
They left Dedra alone and passed out in Money's bed, as Pooh made Money accompany him back to the master bedroom. It was there that he made Money submit, forcing the 22 year old to the floor to worship his soft wet dick. Money had to lick the pussy juice and cum off his master's meat, pressing his face up between Pooh's thick legs to suck his heavy low hanging balls sac. As the big black dick rose in length, he had to lick the shaft clean, then the head. He was forced to suck his dick, stretching his mouth around the huge girth against his will. Once he managed to get Pooh's dick nice and hard again, the notorious drug dealer made him strip naked, then assume the position on all fours on his huge king sized bed.
Money waited nervously as Pooh got in behind him, then began anointing anal lube to his virgin asshole. He winced in pain as the big man forced his fat fingers up his tight chute, stretching the fighting ring as he moved his fingers in and out. Money would groan and grunt painfully as the fingers stretched him wide, massaging his tight ring. When Pooh was sure he had sufficiently loosened the hole, he climbed into position and slapped his wrist thick dick up between Money's ass crack. "Normally I would take my time working my big dick into a virgin hole for the first time..., but since this's as much a punishment as it is a pleasure..., I'm not gonna be so gentle with ya...!" was all Pooh said before aiming his dick head, then shoving forth.
Money screamed out in sheer pain as the big man's thick fat dick burst through his fighting anal ring, burying the head inside. When Money tried to pull forward and dislodge, Pooh gripped his hips and pulled him back into place, bringing him back on his dick. Money fought to break free, but Pooh was far too large and too strong to be simply manhandled. He managed to wrestle Money facedown on the mattress (using his heavyweight as an anchor), and forced the rest of his dick inside. He let Money scream as loudly as he wanted (knowing no one would hear him), loving the sound of pain coming from his strained voice.
The cocky kid needed a beatdown.
Money felt completely impaled as the big dick lodged itself in his gut. The pain was incredible as he lay under the big guy, feeling stuffed and barely able to breathe. Pooh ground his pelvis into his ass, grounding his dick around inside his roost before pulling back to fuck. Money had never felt such excruciating pain before in his life (even worse than getting shot), and suddenly realized how it must have felt for all those poor unfortunate souls whose virginities he took (see My Woman's Lover for details).
Pooh proceeded to fuck Money as he began humping into his firm ass, driving his big thick dick in and out of his scream hole. Pooh fucked Money for a long time that first time (having already cum in Dedra first), slow fucking him, long dicking him, corkscrewing him, and finally pounding his tight spread ass until he finally flooded his newly formed pussy with a huge heavy dose of bull sperm. When he was ready to blow, he couldn't resist lying across Money's back, whispering in his ear how "sweet" his hole felt. He said that he would save Money the indignity of having people know he had been bitched, but that he would be using both Money and Dedra's pussies often. He told Money that once his asshole was flooded with his fresh cum, it would no longer be considered an asshole, but a cunt! Money squirmed underneath the big guy as Pooh pinned him down in a viscous head lock, then pushed his entire shaft up into his bowels and unloaded. Money could feel the dick jerking and pulsating inside him, throbbing with a life of its own. He could feel the heavy spurts of cum gushing inside him, painting his innards and stealing away his masculinity as he groaned defeated despair.
With the memory of his recent deflowering fresh in his thoughts, Money felt Kane's tongue pushing through his relaxing anal ring. He wanted to tightening his loosening hole, but knew the Sextasy was causing it to relax and dilate, making him crave something more substantial.
Kane felt Money's asshole starting to relax and loosen as he sucked feverishly at the taut pouty lips. He pulled his face up from Money's ass and placed his legs up to his muscular shoulders. Money lay watching helpless on the sofa as the Kane spit into his palm, then massage the slick saliva all over his dick before aiming it up to Money's hole. "I've been looking forward to doing this ever since the day I met you...!" moaned Kane, pushing forth.
"UHHH...!!" groaned Money, feeling the dick push inside him.
He could do little more than lay there as Kane pushed his hips forward, burying his dick in his asshole. With the Sextasy coursing through his system, he actually found himself wanting it. Without resisting, he allowed Kane's 9 and 1/2 inch dick to penetrate his anus, sinking all the way up into him.
Kane laughed once he managed to sheath his entire shaft, having expected Money to put up a better fight.
"Pooh must've trained your ass pretty good..." he chuckled, grounding his hips into Money's ass. He maneuvered Money onto the couch so that his head was buried backwards into the cushion, then Kane climbed onto the couch and resumed his position with his dick still buried balls deep. Once set, he rose up into pushup position and began slowly sliding his dick in and out of Money's hole.
Money simply moaned as his asshole was fucked. Powerless to stop it, he simply lay there and enjoyed it. For 21 years he had been a dominant force to be reckoned with, now (in what seemed to be a blink of an eye) he was the one being dominated, giving up his ass and his body for men to fuck.
Kane didn't care about Money's past reputation, he didn't give a fuck about his marital status or how many girls he tagged in his lifetime. All Kane wanted was to bag that ass, to lay pipe and load Money's backside with his nut. He wanted the dubious honor to be able to say with confidence that he fucked Money's ass, and impregnated him with his load. He wanted to be known as the alpha male of Roswell Heights, as the only dude who tagged everyone. No one could come thought his domain without risk of losing their virginities, becoming one of his bitches.
Kane watched Money's face intensely while he fucked him. He slid his hips back and forth, sawing his dick in and out of the tight butt hole beneath him. While surprised it was so easy getting inside the dealer's ass, he knew deep down that it was inevitable, he had laced Money's blunt with enough Sextasy to stone 5 men, making them all sex slaves. He knew that once the drug finally wore off, that Money would look back and remember this moment with regret. He knew the young drug dealer might even want to seek revenge. Kane knew he would definitely have to keep a closer eye on Money from now on, making sure he never got the opportunity to enact that revenge.
He changed positions slightly by pulling back from pushup position and getting down on his knees. He pushed Money's knees up to his chest (doubling him in half), then pressed down on the backs of his legs until he elevated his ass in the perfect position for fucking. Picking up the pace, he started riding Money's ass harder, driving his dick in deeper and using his ass to get off in. He couldn't help but notice how unusually handsome the 22 year was as he looked down into his face. By all purposes Money could have been a model, had his life not been plagued with hardships and poverty. Kane thought the kid had no idea what a goldmine he possessed, if only he had the right people behind him? But Money's loss was Kane's gain as he hammered into the young drug dealer's ass with stronger thrusts. He liked hearing Money moan with every inward stroke of his dick, reminding him who was really boss. Kane loved how Money's hole sucked his dick, squeezing the thrusting shaft as it passed through his rectum with clean strokes. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was filling the boy's ass with cum.
Money lay moaning softly with his eyes closed, unable to look the man fucking him in the face. While a slave to the Sextasy dictating his actions, he still felt a matter of shame for allowing himself to be put in this situation. He could feel Kane's dick moving through him, filling him up and withdrawing with ever stroke. His own dick lay hard against his stomach, throbbing with desire as Kane's dick rubbed across his boiling prostate. He couldn't resist reaching down to stroke himself, taking his hardon in hand to give it some relief. He'd barely gotten off a few dozen strokes before he began painting his stomach and chest with cum. Kane watched the nut shoot from Money's dick as he continued to fuck into him. He could feel Money's already tight asshole gripping his dick tighter as he came, the healthy strong hole pulsating around his dick like a pumping fist.
"Oh shit..., I'm gonna cum too..." groaned Kane, fucking faster as he slammed his hips into Money's ass with a frantic pace. Money grunted after every inward stroke, his body now fighting to repel the deep plunges as his asshole squeezed and pushed outward.
Just as Kane was about to cum, he heard keys jingling in the front door. He looked up just in time to see the door fling open as his live-in girlfriend began to enter carrying bags and their two small children. She stopped in shock as she looked forward to see her manly boyfriend pumping into someone on the sofa, the sight of a pair of hairy male legs and big socked feet didn't go unnoticed as her mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Get the fuck out...!!" shouted Kane, causing her (and the children) to jump in fright. The kids began to cry as she quickly ushered them back out into the hallway, slamming the door closed behind them as she ran back towards the elevator in tears.
Kane resumed fucking Money, never missing a beat as he continued slapping his hips into his upturned ass, burying his dick with every plunge. Money had no idea what just happened as he was still in the midst of climax, the cum still pumping forth from his flaring dick head as he stroked himself to orgasm. Kane wasted no time reliving what just happened, he just kept fucking Money's tight ass until he felt his own orgasm approaching again. He closed his eyes as he threw back his head, then shoved all the way in and began to unload a much need burst of hot cum directly into Money's warm gripping hole. "AARRRRRRRHHHH FUCK...!!" he yelled, feeling all the energy and strength leave his body momentarily in a series of hot gushes. He fell forward on top of Money, feeling weak as his dick continued to pump seed.
Money felt the dick pumping inside him, filling him with warm ball sludge. He felt disgusted and excited all at once, unable to take control of his feeling as the Sextasy took over his body's actions. He began squeezing his asshole around the throbbing manhood, milking it of all its essence as he felt compelled to go again.
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