[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-37 Title: LAW AND ORDER
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CENTER CITY
31 year old police detective Maleece Cortez stood in the corner of the Franklin Institute in a rented tuxedo, sipping a glass of champagne and wondering what the hell was he doing in a place like this? Hobnobbing with old rich white men was never his forte, he was always a more `hang with the buds in a corner bar' kinda guy!
He watched his date for the evening (TV reporter Chad Bradley) rub elbows with the rich and famous. He watched the fake smiled, the condescending smirks, the odd gestures, the cold looks, and the catty behind the back gossip as the Black Tie Gala pressed on. Many of the men in attendance were complete strangers to Cortez, men he'd never met and who looked like they wished to keep it that way. But ever so often he'd see a face he thought familiar, like Senator R. Kelley, or Governor Richard Murdock, or the Mayor, or Commissioner Bradley, or even actor Ben Affleck.
Maleece was most excited to see Ben Affleck, and decided to text Jake and tell him. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, searched through his address book, pulled up Jake's info, then began texting him how dull the party was and how much he missed being up inside his ass. After a few minutes Chad appeared with Governor Murdock at his side. He introduced Mal, leaving the basis of their relationship open to the Governor's imagination. Murdock shook Mal's hand firmly, telling him how good a job he and men `like' him are doing for the city.
Maleece couldn't help but notice the Governor's eyes roam down towards his crotch, as if secretly sizing the detective up. Maleece felt uncomfortable with the blatant look, and excused himself from the conversation. Looking back, he saw Chad and the Governor staring at him in a joined whisper session. Maleece made a mental note to question Chad about what they were talking about upon his departure?
"Oh..., sorry...!" said the man Maleece accidently walked into.
He turned around to see who the dweeb was and give him a piece of his mind for being so clumsy, when he suddenly became star struck. "Hi..., I'm Ben...!" said Ben Affleck, holding out his hand to shake.
"Mal..." said Maleece, losing his voice to a lump in the throat. "...Maleece!" he corrected.
"Nice to meet you, Maleece! What do YOU do...?" asked Ben, curiously.
"I'm a cop!" smiled Maleece, still shaking hands. "Actually, a detective...!"
"Really...?" asked Ben, looking surprised.
"I know, I know..." said Maleece, feeling self-conscious... "...I don't belong here! I must be the poorest man in the entire building...!" he joked.
"No, it's not that..." said Ben, looking past Mal's financial status. "...it's just..., with your good looks, I would've sworn you another actor...!"
"For real...?" laughed Maleece, trying not to blush.
"Really!" smiled Ben, genuinely. "I would love to get some pointers off of you..., I'm thinking of playing a cop in an upcoming movie...! Something like Denzel Washington in Training Day!"
"Oh that's sweet!" said Maleece, showing all teeth. "I could definitely SEE you playing something like that!"
"Cool! May I ask what KIND of detective you are...?" asked Ben.
"Narcotics!" answered Maleece. "But I'm working on a Homicide case right now!"
"Right NOW...?" asked Ben curiously, looking around for suspects...
"No...!" laughed Mal, nervously. "Not RIGHT now!" he corrected.
"Oh good..." laughed Ben. "...cause I was just about to take a hike if you were...!"
"Have you..., been to these kind of Galas before...?" asked Maleece, curiously.
"Yes..., built my career on them!" smiled Ben. "You...?"
"It's my first one..." admitted Mal.
Ben's smile broadened...
"You're gonna LOVE it...!" he said with a twinkle in his eye...
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CITY HALL
Philadelphia police detectives Malik Jones and Lewis Alexander were hard at work trying to connect the dots of the elusive Illuminati by searching through the oldest records the city has to offer, in the basement Achieves of famed City Hall.
After hours of searching, they were joined by detective Ramone Davenport, who originally came up with the idea that the Illuminati might be the force behind the murder of one of their fellow officers...
"Here's something..." said Ramone, searching through some old stored away case files. "...there's a record of these same types of murders happening before...! Here's an old Coroner's report from 1979, stating how a victim..., a Dan Osage, was found naked, sexually assaulted, and bound and gagged with multiple stab wounds and his throat severed down to the bone!"
"How's THIS link with the Illuminati..., is there a mention...?" asked Alexander.
"It only says that police believed it might be related to a ritual of some sort..." said Ramone, reading the names of the officers involved. "You're not gonna believe this..., but the officers who found the remains were David McConnell and Bruce Gardner..., two beat cops!"
"You're lying!" said Malik, as Ramone rushed him over the article. Malik began reading the account for himself at the table as Lewis stood over his shoulder. "McConnell made no mention of this when we went down to the Coroner's Office to view Andy's body...! You would think he'd remember something like this from his early career...!"
"He made no mention of it when I questioned him about the Illuminati either..." said Ramone, thinking out loud. "...and here the articles clearly states that the police believed the murders were a ritual, which would indicate an Occult!"
"Wait now..." said Malik, lowering the papers. "...you're not suggesting that Captain McConnell..., --DAVID, had something to do with this, are you...?"
"I'm NOT suggesting anything..." defended Ramone, shaking the thought out of his mind. "...I'm just saying that it's odd he never mentioned it!"
"It was 30 years ago!" argued Malik. "He's allowed to forget cases, ain't he...? Damn..., and you're supposed to be his FRIEND!"
"I AM his friend!" challenged Ramone. "But I'm also a detective..., and it's MY JOB to connect the dots!"
"Then you're following the wrong dots, Detective! Cause David's wouldn't be hooked up in anything like this...! Gardner, yes! Ellis, definitely! David, no! Hell..., he LOVED Andy...! Anyone who knew them could see that! And anyone who's supposed to be his Friend would know better!"
"I don't think the Captain had anything to do with it, either..." added Lewis, siding with Malik.
"I didn't SAY he did...!" said Ramone defesively, taking a seat at the table. "OUCH!" he cried out loud as a sharp pain shot through his gut.
"You okay...?" asked Lewis, concerned.
"Yeah..." said Ramone, slightly worried. "...I uh..., sat on a nail..." he lied, as memories of he and David in bed danced around in his head.
"uh huh..." said Malik, suspiciously. "...you gotta watch out for those 9 and 1/2 inch nails!" he added sarcastically, getting a cross look from Ramone.
"Somehow I don't think you two are talking about normal nails...!" chimed Lewis, causing Malik and Ramone to burst into laughter.
Just then, Malik began to notice something odd...
"Y'all smell smoke...?" he asked, looking around the room.
Ramone and Lewis began sniffing the air...
"Yeah, I do!" agreed Ramone, jumping up from his chair. "Look...!" he pointed, as smoke began to seep in from under the wooden door.
Malik and Lewis jumped up as well, as Lewis instinctive ran towards the door to opened it without feeling for heat. "Lew, don't...!!" warned Ramone too late, as the sudden bust of oxygen caused a backdraft as the fire practically erupted through the Records Room in a ball of flame. The detectives all ducked, diving to the floor to escape the flames as the room started to quickly light up like a torch.
"The exit's block...!" yelled Malik. "It's the only way out!"
"Look around...! There's got to be a back door somewhere...!" yelled Ramone, fanning the flames. Malik helped Lewis up from the floor (who had his eyebrows singed from the heat) as they began searching the tiny room for another exit. Smoke began to fill the room up quickly as all three men began coughing, trying to shield their breathing passages to block some of the thick smoke from filling their lungs...
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SNYDER'S DRIVE
39 year old police detective (turned criminal) Scott Macnamara found himself stuck up in an alley with two seedy characters. The two men (on foot) saw what they believed was an aging drag queen with a sign taped on her back marking her as `half off', and stopped to taunt her. However somewhere between jokes, the horny men decided to have some fun, and lured the desperate she-male up into the alley.
Macnamara (new to the hooker scene) didn't know the dangers of following men into unsecure and secluded places alone. He allowed the men to isolate him. Asking for the money upfront this time (having been short changed with the last "john"), he made sure to pocket the cash before getting down on his knees before them. The two men unzipped their pants and hoisted out their hardons for him to suck. Macnamara wasted little time with preliminaries, taking one dick into his mouth while closing his fist around the other. The two men stood within close proximity to each other as they shared the whore at their feet.
Macnamara closed his pink painted thin lips about the first fat black dick and began sucking. Enthralled by his new cock sucking abilities, he adjusted to the size of the man's girth, then slowly descended his lips down the thick shaft until he had his pointed nose buried in the man's open zipper. "Oh shit, dawg..., this bitch knows how to suck dick...!" gasped the first man, feeling Mac's throat muscles squeeze about his shaft.
"What hoe down here, don't...?" asked the second man, watching the action as Mac jacked his dick slowly for him. "That's all these hoes do all day is suck dick..., they oughta be payin' US...!"
Macnamara liked hearing the first man moan as he melded his throat around the man's fat prod. Pulling back, he tightened his thin lips, sucking his way back up to the head before pulling off completely and turning to the other dick. The second man merely watched as Macnamara took his slightly longer, thinner dick straight into his throat on the first suck. Macnamara buried his face in the man's crotch, feeling his thinner dick slip easily into the curve of his throat as if specially made. The man held his composure as he grabbed the back of Mac's head and ground his pelvis into his face. Macnamara felt the dick churn around in his throat before pulling back to suck the hard shaft.
The first man bent forward and slapped Mac on the rump. Lifting his mini-skirt, he palmed his flat shapeless cheeks in his hand, slipping his middle finger curiously down the ass crack. "This bitch ain't wearin' no panties!" he said in surprise.
"Why would he...?" asked the second man, as Mac bobbed his head back and forth along his cock length. "They'd only get in the way of work!" he laughed.
"You wanna fuck er...?" asked the first guy.
"Handle yours, man..." said the second, content where he was. "...I'm enjoyin' this head!"
Macnamara started to pull off the dick to tell the men that only paid for head, that butt fucking him would cost extra. But he changed his mind when the second man tightened his grip on his head, making him suck faster and deeper.
The first man changed positions, getting behind Mac as he pulled him up off his knees and into standing bent position. Macnamara never lost touch of the dick in his mouth as he continued to suck. The first man began rubbing his fat sausage up and down the white man's hairless ass crack, feeling the slickness of his well greased hole.
"He's already lubed too...!" thrilled the man, amazed by the tranny's preparedness.
"He's probably already got a load in there too...!" added the second man, expecting no less from the nasty trannies.
The idea of fucking through a stranger's spent load excited the first man, as he quickly aligned his dick head and shoved in. Macnamara groaned around the dick in his throat as the first man penetrated his ass without pause. He pressed all the way in until his balls were pressed close against Mac's, pressing his entire shaft into the she-male's hot white ass in one shove.
"How's it feel...?" asked the second man curiously, locking eyes with his buddy.
"Good, man..., his ass's tight!"
"That's a shock!" said the first man, starting to fuck into Mac's face as he held him about the head. Using his hips, he fed the bending drag queen his hardon, fucking the empty space between his lips as he thrust his dick well into Mac's accepting throat.
The man behind Mac held onto his hips as he fucked into his pale white ass, sliding his thick dark dick in and out between the lilly white cheeks. Macnamara could feel both dicks moving through him, using either end of his body as milking tools. He merely stood between them, allowing the men to dictate the stroke and depth as he accepted their judgments. The men smiled at each other as they used him, stabbing his willing holes with their swollen appendages as they reached deep inside his body to caress their hard manhoods.
Macnamara found himself fully erect between them, his stiff dick aching for attention of its own. He couldn't resist reaching down to stroke it, heated beyond his wildest dreams as his body (now accustomed to the misuse and abuse) began to grow more and more excited. He loved the way the men grabbed at his body from either end, both pulling and pushing as they thrust their dicks well deep into him. It was like being caught in the middle of a tug of war, with him acting as the rope.
He could feel the man at his ass getting rougher with his thrusts as he humped harder into his ass, becoming more aggressive. The man at his head continued to fuck in the same deep rhythmic pace, sliding his dick back and forth through his clinching throat as he drew himself closer to climax. Mac wasn't sure who would cum first, until he felt his own dick suddenly swell in his stroking fist, then started spitting spurts of cum ribbons all over the ground at his feet.
"Shit...!" gasped the man fucking his ass when he felt Mac's asshole suddenly tighten and flex wildly about his plunging member. He fucked harder, slamming his hips into the cumming white man's ass as he sent himself over the edge. "Oh fuck...!" he yelled as the cum started to wrench from his aching balls. He ground his pelvis into the whore's ass, emptying his balls in the milking anus as his buddy continued to fuck Mac's throat.
Mac was still in the thralls of his own orgasm when he felt the man behind him cum. He could feel the strength of the man's grip tighten on his waist as he ground his erupting dick deep inside his passage. He could feel the sizable dick pulsating, firing spurt after warm spurt into his body as his bowels became milky with his load. The man fucking his face continue ramming straight down his throat despite Mac's lack of concentration. Tilting the drag queen's head sideways, he hammered his way through his throat until he felt his own orgasm hit. Burying Mac's head in his groin, he too began spurting his load into his body, feeding him thick rich gobs of molten ball juice as each gush spit directly into the hooker's stomach.
The two men laughed together as they pulled their limp and satisfied dicks from Mac's filled holes. They began packing their meats away, zipping their packages even before Mac could stand fully upright.
Mac was exhausted from the fuckings, but was still strangely sexually charged and willing to do even more. He wondered how long before the next customer? Hoping it wouldn't take long as his ass was already beginning to crave more cock.
"Did you like that, hoe...?" asked the second man, standing face to face with Mac.
Mac blushed as it was evident he did. "I think you should be payin' US for that nut you busted...!" suggested the man, looking down at the cum between his feet.
"Sorry fellas..." declined Macnamara, knowing his HAD to present some money to his pimp or suffer the consequences.
"Sorry your ass, bitch...!" scorned the man, yanking off Mac's wig before punching him unexpectedly in the gut. Macnamara doubled over from the unprovoked attack, the force of the punch causing him to blow air from both ends. Cum shot from his well fucked asshole, oozing down the backs of his legs as the second man ripped the money from his padded bra.
"What ya doin' man...?" asked the first man, surprised.
"We ain't payin' for this bitch to nut...!" insisted the first man, pocketing the money before punching Mac again, this time in the face. Mac fell backwards into the wall, hitting his head and becoming dazed. "Dumb bitch!" cursed the man, walking off after flexing his muscles. Macnamara held his aching head as he gathered his strength, then stumbled out of the alley injured.
He loathed the idea of telling his pimp that he lost the money (again), knowing the man wouldn't hesitate taking it out on him physically. He stumbled back out onto the street, hoping the men were no longer in sight when he suddenly saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police cruiser...
"Hey YOU..., come over here...!" yelled one of the officers, shinning a spotlight on him.
Macnamara knew he was in deep shit now...
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MANAYANK
52 year old (former police captain) David L. McConnell sat at home watching the early news, when the media introduced his predecessor to The Precinct..., Captain Timothy Bradley. He watched as Bradley made his early morning statement to the press, promising to do what the last captain failed to do, which was clean up the streets of North Philly! Immediately afterwards, the family of his former lover (Andrew Roberts) came on television saying (in a taped interview with Chad Bradley) how surprised' they were to discover that their son had been living with his police Captain for nearly a year without their knowledge. They found it very strange' that he never mentioned it in any of the conversations they had when asked where was he living? They questioned the secrecy, and wondered what strange hold' McConnell held over their son? The interview (though never actually saying that McConnell was gay or that he was being considered as a possible murder suspect) went on to say that the former captain resided for reasons as yet unknown, regarding to the case'.
McConnell knew the Network did nothing wrong in its report, but the implications certainly did not paint him in a favorable light. He wondered how long would it take before the Condo Board would be knocking on his door asking when and if he had plans to move and vacate the premises?
Just then (as if on cue) there was a knock at the door. A pounding actually. McConnell opened the door, not sure what to expect on the other side...
"Ramone...!" he announced, stunned by the man's busted look. "What the hell happened to you...?" asked McConnell, referring to Ramone's smoky look and tattered clothing...
"You won't believe it..." said Ramone, walking straight into the apartment. "Me, Malik, and detective Lewis were checking back records in the basement of City Hall, when a fire broke out!"
"A fire...?" asked McConnell, looking at the news as they began reporting a fire at City Hall. Police cars and fire engines were shown in the foreground outside the historical building. The reporter announced that the fire was contained to just the basement and did not spread into other more populated areas...
"That fire was set deliberately!" informed Ramone.
"My god..., was anyone hurt...? How did you get out...?" inquired McConnell, concerned.
"I found a small port window hidden at the top of a book shelf leading out into the Courtyard and we climbed through, just as the Store Room went up in flames!" said Ramone, explaining his tattered look. "We had to get oxygen from the paramedics after breathing in too much smoke, and Lewis was treated for first degree burns to his face..., but we got out alive!"
"What were you all doing in the Records Room...?" questioned McConnell, curiously.
"Doing a little leg work on my idea that the Illuminati might be behind officer Roberts' murder!" said Ramone. "I was digging into some old files, and found that YOU had a similar case back in 79! Why didn't you ever mention that when Andy's body was found...?"
"Because I didn't think it was relevant!" said McConnell, walking by Ramone.
"Not relevant...?" questioned Ramone. "Your lover was found bound, raped, and stabbed to death in the very same manner as a man you found 30 years ago, and you don't think it's relevant enough to mention...?! You even believed it involved some sort of ritual...!"
"Nothing was ever proven!" argued McConnell. "The case..., and ANY OTHER similar cases were swept under the carpet by higher officials! I was just a BEAT cop back then, I wasn't even a detective yet!"
"And what about AFTER you became a detective...? What about when you became Captain...?? Why didn't you reopen it and investigate then...?!" demanded Ramone.
"You have NO idea what it was like...!" explained McConnell, emotionally. "You think it was easy for a mixed race African American to become Captain of his own precinct back then...?!"
"So you kept your mouth shut and closed your eyes for a promotion...?" asked Ramone, disappointed. "And NOW Andrew Roberts is dead! HIS blood is on YOUR hands...!"
McConnell uncharacteristically grabbed Ramone by the collar, then slammed him physically against the wall, his handsome mulatto face snarled in anger. Ramone was caught off guard by the unexpected act of aggression, and a little intimidated. He didn't fight back as McConnell's anger quickly turned to guilt as his face softened into a sad frown. Releasing his grip, he weakly walked away, finding solace in his favorite chair.
"Who shoved the case under the carpet, David...?" probed Ramone, wanting answers. "Who were these Officials...?!"
"You seriously don't want to get involved in this, Ramone..." advised McConnell. "...these are powerful men who would stop at nothing to keep their society secret!"
"I don't care! WHO was it...?!" inquired Ramone.
McConnell teared up as he thought of Andy and how he might have prevented his death had he just been more gunho and pursued his case...
"Bradley..." he said, holding back his tears. "...Commissioner Bradley!"
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