[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-24 Title: STRATEGIES
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NORTH PHILLY
Sunrise slowly crept up over the city (the morning rays of sunshine glaring through the blinds) as 23 year old Jake Valentine found himself barely able to walk. After nearly 24 hours of being hog tied in his partner's bed and butt fucked for 8 hours straight by an ass fucking machine, he was in pretty bad condition. 30 year old Rodney Ellis (Jake's captor) had to help him into the bathroom so he could shit and shower, treating Jake like an invalid.
Jake had extremely mixed emotions about his ordeal. On the one hand he hated Ellis for leaving him there alone, attached helplessly to a relentless ass fucking machine. But on the other hand he couldn't deny having had more orgasms in the last 24 hours than all year combined. He couldn't help but wonder what that said about him? Was he destined to always be the victim? Forever tied to abusive men who only wanted to use him as a punching bag and a cumdump?
"You REEK man..." laughed Ellis, standing over Jake as he lay in a stew of his own piss and cum. "...let's get you cleaned up...!" offered the 30 year old sadistic cop, helping Jake to his feet.
Jake's legs still felt like rubber after being cramped up over his head for a full day. His ass felt completely ravished and raw, the ruined anal ring finally returning to normal after a good night's sleep. He felt Ellis' strong black arms around him, holding him upright as he slowly limped towards the bathroom in Ellis' tiny efficiency apartment, their bare torsos closely bonded together when Jake felt a severe cramp in his gut force him to double over. A sharp pain shot through him as his rectum suddenly yawned opened, allowing a cascade of cum and oil to escape his flooded bowels and splatter all over the carpeted floor. "Shit...!" yelled Ellis as he watched the mixture pour from his partner's bowels. "You'll have to clean that up later...!" he ordered, taking Jake into the bathroom. "I guess you have no more need for the toilet..." he added, helping him into the tub.
Jake got down onto his knees and began to turn on the faucet, but was interrupted when he noticed Ellis reaching for his zipper. Jake thought his aggressive partner was going to make him suck his dick again, and waited obediently to willingly take it into his mouth, but Ellis had other plans in mind as he aimed his soft dick at Jake, then allowed a stream of hot piss to splatter all over his handsome white face. Jake reeled back as Ellis aimed the hot stream all over his body, from his face down over his chest and arms, and into his crotch and legs. Despite the humiliation, Jake found his cock getting hard. "You're nothing but a pig, Jake..., you know that...?" asked Ellis, grabbing a fistful of Jake's hair. He yanked his head backwards, then aimed his piss stream into his open mouth.
Jake felt the piss fill his oral cavity quickly, cascading out the corners of his mouth. He was forced to swallow some of the rancid liquid when it began to run down the back of his throat, but most of it washed down over him, mixing in with the water forming about his knees. When Ellis finally finished peeing, he forced Jake to take his soft penis into his mouth, sucking the fat pud until it began to thicken and lengthen. Ellis hadn't intended on using Jake's mouth sexually that morning, but once his dick became completely hard, he saw no reason not to cop a quick load.
Jake sucked Ellis' fat 8 and 1/2 inch dick, sliding his mouth back and forth along the shaft. He looked up at Ellis' body, loving his thick strong masculine build. He fought the desire to reach up and stroke his hairy chest, and resigned himself to stroking his own erection.
Ellis allowed Jake to suck his dick at his own accord for awhile, watching his pretty pink mouth stretch down around his huge dark shaft. He smirked to himself when he saw the focus on Jake's face as he concentrated on the task at hand. It was obvious that he wanted to please Ellis, to make him feel good, and more importantly, to make him cum. Ellis knew Jake was hungry for his load, despite the way he treated him. He watched as Jake sucked dick and jacked himself off, taking more and more of him into his stuffed mouth. After a few minutes, Ellis grabbed Jake's head then began to roughly fuck his mouth, ramming himself back and forth and Jake openly accepted the assault.
Ellis had always had somewhat of an aggressive streak. He dated girls who always fought his aggressiveness, fighting for their quality as women. But Jake was different, he was a strong male who seemed to desire being dominated, who enjoyed being abused and used by an even stronger male. The thought of being able to do ANYTHING he wanted to Jake without consequence was enough to make Ellis' dick throb with excitement. He hammered hard at Jake's reddening face, using it as an ass he as he fucked it without mercy.
Jake started to breath hard as he jacked furiously at his own erection. His body began to heave as his throat opened and Ellis' dick started to pound his throat. Ellis saw the cum shoot from Jake's erupting dick, splattering all over the tub and mixing in with the pissy water floating around his knees. Ellis saw Jake orgasm after having his face fucked, confirming his suspicions that Jake liked being dominated roughly. He used Jake's temporary vulnerability to really fuck his mouth. He pulled his head into his crotch, then started to punish his mouth and throat with deep hard penetrating strokes. Jake panted awkwardly, trying to breathe through the plunges as Ellis slapped his pelvic bone into his face. He ravished Jake's throat, fucking it deep until he felt his dick start to swell. Jake fully expected Ellis to cum down his throat, but was deeply disappointed when instead he yanked it his dick from his mouth and jacked off all over his upturned face. Jake stretched his mouth open, trying to capture as much of the white cream as he could, but most of it poured out all over his face, showering him in cum.
Ellis wiped his hand off in Jake's hair, then left him to sulk in the tub alone. After climax, Jake began to feel ashamed, his face all drippy with Ellis' load. Never in a million years would he have pictured his life like this. Not the great all American jock he used to be in high school! The one all the girls wanted to fuck, and all the guys wanted to be. If only they could see him now...
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PRECINCT-23
Detective Maleece Cortez sat behind his desk at work, looking on his desk top computer and thinking of the loss of his most recent lover (a man named Anthony `Tony' Vincelli). Maleece had no idea that Tony was a member of one of the city's biggest mafia families. The Vincelli's had a long history of corruption, extortion, intimidation, money laundering, murder, and a long list of other offenses. Maleece didn't understand why he never made the connection when he did a background check on Tony's license plate? There was no record of any arrests or offenses other than the occasional bar fight or disorderedly conduct citation. Maleece couldn't understand why a man with no real arrest record and no narcotics history would be trying to leap into the big time by becoming a major drug lord in the city? Was Tony running an errand for his uncle (Paul Vincelli)? Or was he finally (at 30 years old) stepping out on his own to become his own man?
Either way, Maleece thought himself lucky that his secret (as Tony's Peepshow lover) had been saved. He looked around the squad room at his coworkers, noticing (for the first time) the sideways glances he got from his associates Scully and Ross (the two detectives who edited the drug sting recordings). Maleece tired replaying in his mind what Tony and his lackey (Vinny) had said at the sting, with Tony calling Mal a cocksucking queer. No one said anything to Maleece (of course), knowing of his quick temper, but the sideways glances where enough to make Maleece believe he might have to do something drastic to get the questions off his sexuality.
There was one detective in particular Maleece wanted to keep his eye on, --Scott Macnamara, the most antagonizing officer in the squad room. Maleece wondered why he hadn't heard any wisecracks from his fellow officer, knowing how Macnamara thrived on negativity.
39 year old Scott Macnamara found himself wandering down the interrogations hall. He greeted the uniformed officer standing guard in the video room of interrogations room #4 (where Tempest Williams sat waiting to be expedited back to Piedmont Penitentiary), and offered to stand in for him on break. The guard was thankful (ready for a bathroom break), and lift the video room without question. Macnamara took that opportunity to turn off the camera, then stepped into the interrogation room with questions for the prisoner. Tempest sat handcuffed and shackled to a wooden chair, away from his friends and associates, away from outer influences. He looked the detective over suspiciously as Macnamara walked over to him, then proceeded to ask him a series of questions...
"Where you serious about what you said...?" he asked, knowing he was limited on time.
"About what...?" asked Tempest, unsure what the detective was talking about.
"About the offer...!" said Mac, not wanting to be caught talking to the drug dealer unsupervised. "About the MILLION dollars!"
Tempest chuckled..., he had no idea who was sitting behind that two-way mirror when he made his offer, but he knew he would get their attention.
"Definitely!" he said, confidently. "A million dollars ain't SHIT to me! My HOES make that much for me in a few weeks alone!" he exaggerated.
"How do I know you won't fuck me over once I get you free...?" asked the detective, short on time.
"I could have the money sent to you in cash on the same day of my release!" assured Tempest.
"A MILLIONS dollars..., cash...?!" clarified Macnamara.
"Petty cash to me homs...! I could have it to you with ONE phone call!"
Macnamara stared into Tempest's eyes, considering himself a pretty good judge of character. He knew Tempest was a lying, cheating, ruthless, murdering sonovabitch..., but something in his eyes told Macnamara that he was telling the truth. Or at least he HOPED so. But was he willing to bet his life and his career on it? A million dollars was a lot of money...!
Tempest gave Macnamara the names and contacts he needed, allowing the officer to jot them down and slip back out of the interrogation room and back into the video room where he restarted recordings. 5 minutes later the uniformed officer returned, refreshed from his brief break, thanking Mac for the relief.
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WEST PHILLY
Divine Graham (Peaches) took on a lot more responsibility after Tempest's arrest. Her husband (Pooh) decided it was high time she learned all the major workings of the drug trade, staring with how to distribute the merchandise, how to manage the drug dealers (even how to punish them when they came up short or did something wrong), and how to put fear into the workers.
Divine watched everything Pooh did from counting money, to intimidating dealers. She watched him beat a druggie who owed him money, to within inches of his life. The man lay on the concrete with multiple contusions, bleeding from several areas with broken bones and a debt triple what he originally owed. There were many things Divine (as Peaches) had seen in the underworld while living as a tranny prostitute for Tempest Williams, things she swore she would never witness again once she escaped and had her successful transgender surgery. But after finally escaping Tempest's clutches to move to Miami Florida where she had completed her surgery, she found living life as a woman much harder than as a man impersonating a woman. For one thing people respected men more, as a woman she found she got more stares from straight men, but they often treated her simply as a sex object and not a human being with a thinking brain. At least as a woman impersonator she had the option to take off the dresses and be a man when necessary.
Tempest's assistant (Brian Dunn) did most of the financial laundering for the couple, also showing Divine the ropes despite his better judgment. The two had had a hate/hate relationship ever since Dunn came to work for Tempest. He believed himself to be Tempest's most trusted and consistently loyal servant, while Peaches had only her distinct history as his first girlfriend to rely on. The two bumped heads almost immediately upon meeting, like two lionesses trapped in the same cage. Since Divine's return, the tensions had been even higher. Without Tempest to protect him, Dunn thought he was in danger of being cut loose from the outfit. He believed Pooh and Divine were focusing more on taking over Tempest's territories and less on his escape. For Pooh it was a win/win situation. Without Tempest, he gained control of the drug ring, the money, the properties, the territories, the staff, and the title of the City's most notorious drug lord. While Divine got the satisfaction of watching the man (who had left her for dead in the streets, alone, broke, and naked) suffer behind bars.
Dunn thought it was not right that Tempest's partner and former lover gained super financial gain while he rotted in prison. But even Dunn was limited on what he could do. Despite the dirt he had on certain city officials, he could hardly use it to bust one of the city's most hated criminals free from a public arrest. He feared there would be precious little he could do to help the man he loved, until his private cell phone rang with the most unexpected caller...
"Dunn here...!" he said into the blocked caller.
"I was given this number by Tempest Williams..." said the man on the other end of the line. "...he's promised me a million dollars if I helped him escape being expedited back to Piedmont...! I'm calling to confirm he actually has the funds to back up his claims...?"
"Who IS this...?" asked Dunn, wondering if the caller was serious.
"Don't worry about that...!" said the man, firmly. "Can he back up his claims, or should I leave his black ass to rot in prison...?!"
"Haven't you been watching the news footage...? He's Tempest Williams..." confirmed Dunn. "...he definitely has the funds, and THEN some!"
"That's ALL I needed to know!" said the man. "I'll call back with details on how you can help free the sonovabitch!" [click].
Brian Dunn hung up his cell phone, suddenly feeling a lot more optimistic about his future!
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MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
Malik Jones hated hospitals. He had vague memories of waiting in them with his grandparents when he was younger, hoping to see his parents again who had been badly injured in a car crash. His father had been killed within hours of the accident, while his mother struggled to hang on for weeks (months). He remembered people crying whenever the men in white coats came around, always with bad news. Shortly thereafter he remembered saying goodbye to his parents' caskets as they were lowered into the ground at their joined funerals.
Malik hated hospitals, but he hated the idea of losing his lover Marvin Rollins even more. He walked into the cold sterile atmosphere feeling overwhelmed and insecure. He fought past his emotions as he walked by the register desk, and caught the elevator up to the fifth floor where Marvin's room was. He had been fully expecting to see several of Marvin's family members camped outside his room as usual (as they had been since his shooting), but was oddly surprised when he saw no one. A strong feeling of dread washed over him as thoughts of Marvin's passing hit him like a ton of bricks. Malik felt weak in the knees as he slowly approached Marvin's room, pushing often the heavy door to find the curtain drawn about his bed. Malik made a quick prayer before entering the room. He reached for the curtain, closed his eyes, then quickly pulled the curtain back...
"Oh shit...!" said Marvin, sitting up in the automatic bed with one of the hospital nurses sitting in his lap.
Malik blinked his eyes several times to make sure he was seeing correctly as The nurse (unaware of his presence) kept bouncing up and down in Marvin's lap, obviously fucking herself on his big dick. "Damn..." laughed Marvin, looking in Malik's direction even as the topless nurse continued to ride. "...I thought you were one of the doc!"
Furious, Malik drew the curtains and retreated out the door with Marvin calling his name in the distance. "Malik...! Yo..., Malik...! Hold up...!" Malik walked briskly for the elevator, pushing the down button with nothing but rage flowing through his veins. Marvin came hobbling down the hall a few seconds later with his hospital gown barely covering his massive muscles and stiff hardon tenting the loose fitting fabric. "Malik...! Will you wait up a second..., damn!"
Malik continued to wait at the elevator as Marvin (breathless and in pain) walked up to him. "What's wrong...? Why'd you leave like that...?"
"You're kidding, right...?" asked Malik, fighting the urge to hit Marvin in his wounds.
"It's not like you ain't never seen me fuck a girl before...!" defended Marvin.
"You're an idiot!" shouted Malik, stepping on the elevator and pushing the L for lobby.
Marvin blocked the doors from closing with his big bulky bandaged body...
"What's yur problem...?" he asked, scaring the other people on the elevator. "You'd think you'd be happy I'm alive...!"
"I AM happy you're alive...!" yelled Malik, frustrated. "I sat by your side for DAYS waiting for you to wake up! To see you open your eyes and say hi..., to smile, cough, blink, ANYTHING! I came in here today praying you were still alive...! And what do I see when I walk into you're room...?" Marvin braced himself for the answer as the passengers in the elevator listened intrigued. "I find you alive and awake..., balls deep in some bitch nurse's stank pussy! You could've called me, or had your family or the hospital staff call me to tell me you were awake! But you were too engrossed in your own needs..., in your own jollies to worry about anyone other than yourself! As usual!"
"Damn..." said Marvin, seeing how selfish he was with it all spelled out for him. "...sorry..."
"Whatever!" said Malik, pressing the L again.
Marvin blocked the doors...
"I'm sorry!" he repeated, more sincerely.
Malik folded his arms defensively, not trying to hear any apologies. When he tried to press the L again, Marvin shoved the doors open, then stepped onto the elevator with Malik (and the passengers) and took the younger, smaller, officer up in his arms, kissing him fully on the lips. The spectators gasped in recourse as the two men locked lips, Marvin bear hugging the smaller Malik with his big round black muscular ass hanging out the opening of his unfastened gown.
Several of the passengers jumped off the elevator before the doors finally closed, leaving the two black men to their sorted privacy while others stayed to watch. Malik felt his anger slowly seep away as he gave into Marvin's passions. He accepted the big man's hot tongue as it entered his mouth, wrapping his arms around Marvin's broad back with an equally warm embrace. When they finally finished kissing (parting lips with a smoldering heat filling the small compartment), they found a crowd of new spectators standing in the lobby staring at them, all with their mouths agape in shock.
"Sorry..." said Malik, pressing the button for the fifth floor as the doors quickly shut in everyone's faces.
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Meanwhile on another floor, 38 year old Vinny Carscotti was lying in his hospital bed under police guard (after having shot at Malik and Maleece Cortez and hitting Marvin Rollins in a drug sting (chap-21, pt-4]). Resting after surgery to remove several bullets from his body, he wasn't expecting any visitors until his door opened. His eyes widened with both fear and sorrow as Frank Castell and Paul Vincelli walked casually into his room.
"Pauli..." said Vinny, knowing the uncle of Tony Vincelli well. "...I didn't expect to see you here...!" he said, trying to sit up in bed.
"Don't bother..." said 58 Paul Vincelli, escorted by his bodyguard/assistant. "...I know you suffered a lot during the shoot out with my nephew...!"
"Yeah..." said Vinny, winching in pain for effect. "...the bastards caught us off guard!"
"I bet!" said Vincelli, stepping up beside the bed. "You were a good boy, Vinny..." said the older man, reminiscing. "...you were always eager to help, begging for a chance to prove yourself worthy of working for me as a kid...!"
"I...I always loved and respected you..., like a father, Pauli...!" said Vinny, feeling nervous about the visit.
"Yeah..." said Vincelli, emotionlessly. "...you were like..., the son I never had...! You did everything I ever asked of you..., EXCEPT keep my nephew out of trouble!"
"P...Pauli I tried..." defended Vinny, looking between Paul and Frank. He didn't like the look in Frank's eyes, --that vacant look one gets just before doing something totally evil. "...I TRIED to stop Tony from going down to that meeting..., but HE was determined...!"
"So you're blaming my dead nephew for this debacle...?!" asked Vincelli, angrily.
"No...!" said Vinny, frightened. "But HE was the one who wanted to deal with the niggers...! He was angry that you left him out of the deal with Tempest, so he wanted to make his own arrangements...!"
"So you're blaming ME...??!" yelled Vincelli in a rage.
"No!" defended Vinny, not knowing what to say.
"ALL you had to do was watch over Tony...! To make sure he didn't do anything stupid...! NOW I gotta help my sister in-law bury my brother's son...! HOW do you think that makes me look in the family, eh...? Like I can't protect my own people! What kinda confidence does that leave...?" asked the older man, in a calmer manner.
"I...I dunno, Pauli..." said Vinny, practically in tears.
"You leave me very lil' choice here, Vinny..." said Vincelli, taking Vinny's head in his hands as he leaned in over him and lowered his face in close. Vinny lay paralyzed as the older men kissed him fully on the lips, licking his wet slimy tongue across Vinny's shocked mouth. Vinny had always heard of `the kiss of death', but he never thought he would experience it.
Vincelli pulled back, turning away as he walked back slowly towards the door and drew the curtains. Frank Castell loomed near, placing leather gloved on over his huge strong hands...
"Help...! Help me! Guard...!!" screamed Vinny from the bed, as Frank approached.
"He's not there..." smiled Frank, throwing his hands around Vinny's neck and he began to squeeze against his throat. "...no one's here to help you now...!" he said, as Vincelli stepped from the room, feeling no better for his nephew's death.
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SOUTH PHILLY
15 year old Donavan Stiles had only been a member of the NJM (New Jack Mafia) for a few months, having survived initiation in the basement of one the Roswell Heights Development buildings (chapter-5 of Roswell Heights in the Nifty gay adult/youth section). He had to submit to a gang bang by several members of the mafia in order to be inducted. Since then, his ass had been in high demand by some of the older members of the gang. He got fucked practically daily, either in his bedroom after school while his mother was still at work, or in the vacant jungle like lot behind the high rises known as The Heights, or somewhere along the railroad tracks leading to the underpass of I-95.
Today he was taken to the railroad tracks by one of the NJM members that wanted his services. With Kane (their leader) currently jailed under the suspicion of narcotics, there was anarchy in the ranks as older members battled for position. MarliQ (who was 20 years old) felt he had more power over the younger less experienced members, as did Tyrone Rollins (27), and Jahleem (21). They collected the money and disbursed the workloads (unevenly) and schedules, trying to keep up with the growing demand in Kane's absence.
Donavan was led down to the tracks, and placed facedown across a waist high brick wall surface as his pants was stripped down off his ass, revealing the young round firm buttock hiding beneath. 20 year old MarliQ was already hard, having anticipated the boy's return from school so he could tap that ass real good before his mother got home from work. With all the recent activity happening around the Height's lot lately (chap-21), he thought it safer to fuck the kid by the tracks where no one but the occasional jogger roamed.
Donavan waited as MarliQ pulled a small sample tube of lubricant from his front pocket that he picked up on the fly, then spurted it into Donavan's ass crack to moisten his sweet fuck hole as he jammed a few fingers in to stretch the tight anal muscle. Donavan squirmed on the digits (as he always did), then felt the fat round head of the heavyset 220 lbs man slide up against his shit hole. He pressed out, trying to relax his anus as the dick pushed inward. MarliQ used all of his strength to get his dick up the boy's hot tight hole as the angry ring slowly started to open and slide down the thick shaft of the older boy's dick. Donavan had been fucked many times since that day in his building's basement, with each penetration being nearly as rough as the first. The only real consolation her had was his youth, believing his young age would help spring his well used hole back into shape.
MarliQ pressed his dick all the way up into Donavan's bare ass, successfully sheathing the entire 9" shaft in the 10th grader's hot butt. Donavan bit his lower lip, trying to keep from crying out loud and alerting any pedestrians walking over the bridge above them.
MarliQ ground his nearly hairless pelvis into Donavan's smooth backside, then began fucking. He held the boy by the waist as he slid his thick adult dick in and out of his asshole, abusing his ranking and taking full advantage of his authority. Donavan could feel the large fat dick sliding in and out of him, stretching his tight boy hole and stuffing his gut full of raw meat. He held onto the waist high stone wall, using it for leverage as his body was pulled and pressed back and forth against it as MarliQ took him right there in broad day light. He loved how the younger boy squirmed and moaned uncomfortably, his small bare bottom jetting out backwards to fuck as he pleased.
MarliQ had been a heavyset boy all of his life. He never had the face or the body that girls fawned over. They usually went for the more athletic guys, or the flyboys' popularity, or even the badboys who sold drugs and caused mischief in the neighborhood. MarliQ was none of thee above. He had always been the quiet shy type, the invisible one in the back of class who the girls largely ignored unless they wanted to used him as a luggage rack to carry their school books. It wasn't until MarliQ started selling drugs (at 17) did he start to get noticed. Girls started to see him for his money, while adults saw him as a new neighborhood nuisance. Either way MarliQ saw it as a positive. People were beginning to SEE him, to notice he existed. But it wasn't until he got his first sexual favor for drugs that he realized what an unexpected benefit selling drugs could get him.
MarliQ had been selling drugs for a few months on the overnight shift, standing on a nearby street corner waiting for customers looking for a late night score. He had been standing there for a few hours when a car pulled up. The automatic window rolled down to reveal someone he hadn't seen since junior high, his 5th grade gym teacher Mr Madison.
"What you got...?" asked the middle aged man.
"Rock..., weed..., Sextasy..., you name it!" said MarliQ, wondering if the teacher recognized him?
"I uh..., I don't have any money..." said the older man. "...I was wondering if I could suck your dick for a bag of Sex?"
"Suck my dick...?" asked MarliQ, angrily. He wasn't sure if the older man recognized him or not, but he was about to catch a serious beat down for the lewd gay suggestion. MarliQ was just about to curse his old teacher out, then drag him from his car and stomp his face with his Timberland boot when he had a change of heart. He'd always hated his 5th grade gym teacher. He always liked to make fun of him when he couldn't finish a complete run around the track circle, or when he couldn't climb more than a few inches up the ten foot rope, or when he was the first to sit out during exercises. Having his arrogant gym teacher suck his dick after a year of torment was the least the old bastard could do. MarliQ found his dick getting hard at the thought of the teacher bobbing his head in his lap, tasting his fresh nut. "You want to suck my dick...?" asked MarliQ, rubbing himself openly.
"Yes..." said mr Madison, eagerly.
"Okay faggot..." he said, getting into the passenger's seat. "...suck it!"
Mr Madison drove around the corner, parking his car in an unlit area of the street as MarliQ unzipped, then pulled his fat dick free. "My god..." groaned Madison, staring down at the young man's enormous dick. "...exactly how old are you...?"
"Who gives a fuck...?" snapped MarliQ, still angry with his teacher. "You gonna suck this dick or what?"
"Yeah..., yeah..., I'll suck it..." said the older man, unfastening his seatbelt as he leaned in over MarliQ's lap and lowered his head over his dick.
MarliQ lay back against the seat as the older man's mouth wrapped around his dick, sinking down around the huge round head and long hard shaft. `He's done this before...' thought MarliQ, feeling the man take most of his dick in his mouth. He heard the man gag when his head touched into the back of his throat, choking him.
"Too big for you, huh...?" asked MarliQ, feeling proud.
"It IS a big one...!" said the man, never looking up as he continued to suck. He bobbed his head up and down, sinking his mouth around the hard column as he painted the entire top portion on the shaft with spit. He was a married man with children of his own, but he had always had a hunger for dick, especially thug dick.
MarliQ looked at the digital clock in the car read 2:15am. The streets (except for the occasional passing car) were deserted. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed his first ever head from a guy. He couldn't believe how good it actually felt, and to think he nearly passed it up by beating the shit out of the good dick sucker.
After nearly 10 minutes of sloppy slobbering up and down his shaft, MarliQ grabbed the back of the balding man's head and began forcing his face down into his crotch, making him take more into his mouth and throat. Mr Madison choked and gagged as the dick started hitting deeper. He struggled for breath, loving every second of the forcefulness. He could feel his own hard dick bending painfully in his pants as the teen's dick was slowly forced down into his throat.
MarliQ could feel himself getting closer to cumming as he face fucked his 5th grade teacher's hungry mouth. He began thrusting up into his face while forcing the older man's head down into his lap. Madison felt the dick head punching into the start of his throat, penetrating the tight ring muscle of his clenching throat. He could feel his own dick pulsating in his pants, trapped between his legs as it started pumping hot cum into his boxer shorts. Madison moaned inwardly, causing his throat muscles to relax and open against his will as MarliQ's fat dick suddenly slid down into it.
"Arrrhhh fuck...!" yelled MarliQ, cumming at that very moment as he shot thick rich gobs of hot teen cum straight down the guy teacher's throat.
"uuhhkkkggg...!" choked Madison, feeling the cum shoot into his stomach. He felt the boy's grip tighten on his head, keeping him from dislodging as he emptied his load in his chest.
MarliQ had never had head so good. He relaxed his hold as the essence was sucked out of him. He felt Mr Madison pull back, but to his surprise the older man didn't remove the still spurting dick, instead he kept the head in his mouth and allowed it to finish cumming before swallowing the rest of the boy's warm goo.
Afterwards MarliQ tucked his spent dick, then happily handed the teacher the free Rock before getting out of the car for a job well done. Just when he was about to walk away he heard the teacher say; "Thanks MarliQ..., I've always wanted to do that..." before driving off.
MarliQ slapped his pelvis into Donavan's ass with hard deep thrusts, causing the 15 year old to cry out loud with each inward plunge. Donavan clenched onto the wall for support as MarliQ butt fucked him roughly, ramming his man sized dick well deep into his tight boy hole with growing intensity. Now he could have had his choice of girl pussy back in the projects, all he had to do was roll up in some half decent ride and flash some cash, and the girls would come running, all looking to score a little something off a horny drug dealer. But there was just something extra exciting about taking the unwilling ass of a younger dealer, making him submit to his superior, coercing him into taking your hard dick in his mouth or ass, and forcing him to like it. Kane had taught them that THAT was the best way to train a guy, to teach him his place in line while gaining his undying devotion. It was how they did in prison (he told them). After about 15 minutes of steady pounding, MarliQ felt himself ready to cum. He rammed himself all the way in balls deep, then unloaded a flood of hot cum directly into the teenager's scorching bowels. "AARRRHHH FUCK...!" he yelled, feeling his dick pump out gush after thick rich gush of potent seed.
Donavan felt his bowels grow sloppy with the deluge as it splattered all over his numbing innards. When MarliQ finally pulled out of his sore ass and pulled up his pants, he saw a heavy green trash bag slam onto the concrete. The splat was loud enough to scare both boys out of their wits. Donavan quickly pulled up his pants, covering his sore well fucked ass as he ventured over to the bag. "Relax..." said MarliQ, tucking his fat satisfied dick. "...it's just some asshole dumping his trash...!"
Donavan walked over to the bag, then backed away quickly, his face turning white as a sheet.
"There's a leg sticking out of it...!" he said, running away as fast as he could.
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