The Precinct

[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-40 Title: THE FINAL CONCLUSION

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NORTH PHILLY

Night falls over the city of brotherly love as the Lincoln Town Car of Tempest Williams pulls up to the designated location Divine Graham provided for Tempest's assistant. Brian Dunn sat in the backseat with his boss/master, while the driver pulled into an available parking spot. Tempest had his pants down, his hard 9 and 1/2 inch curved dick down his assistant's throat as Dunn bobbed his head up and down obediently in his lap. He'd been sucking his master's dick since they left Tempest's warehouse hideout (his home away from home since being raided by police in chap-18). Dunn (an old hack at giving head) sucked his boss's dick with long deep strokes, taking his curved rod down into the bend of his throat with nearly every downward plunge of his mouth. Tempest lay with his head resting against the backseat, his knees spread wide apart as he watched his trusted assistant bob and suck for his meal.

Tempest knew Dunn's history of servitude, sucking dick at a young age to fit in with the mostly white community he grew up in, then later in college for his fraternity. Dunn had spent most of his professional career on his knees, getting face and ass fucked by his superiors for a lucrative salary. But he chucked it all aside the day he went to work for Tempest, choosing the gangster's thug masculinity and big dick over his political career. Many might say that was a dumb move on the ambitious assistant's part, but Dunn hasn't ever been more happy than when he was between his master's legs, servicing his mighty weapon.

Tempest knew a good thing when he had it. He'd had some good head by some of the best she-males in the game: Peaches, Mercedes, Luscious, Shinobi, etc, --but none had the devotion that Brian Dunn had. The 32 year old biracial born political major had an uncanny knack for worshipping dick that not many people (gay or female) possessed. There was little to nothing he wouldn't do for a nut, and had spent untold hours draining Tempest's snake of its precious venom. Tempest tilted his head to the side to watch Dunn fest on his pole. He watched the light skin half breed swallow his big black dick down to the root, grinding his own face in the thug's pubic bush before bobbing his head frantically for his next nut.

Tempest allowed Dunn to suck at his own pace since they left the warehouse, but now that they were at their destination, he needed to bust off quickly so he could attend to business. He grabbed the back of Dunn's head, then started to roughly fuck his face, jamming his big dick down his throat at his own accord.

Brian Dunn loved getting face fucked. Ever since he was a kid, he loved it when the neighborhood boys (and their fathers) would hold his head in place and fuck their hard dicks down his throat, making him choke on their hot loads.

Dunn merely kept his mouth stretched wide as Tempest fucked up into his face, lifting his ass up off the seat to get good depth. The driver watched in the rearview mirror, jacking himself off at the sight of Tempest's dark dick sliding down Dunn's light skin throat. Before he was even ready, he shot unexpected all over his hand and shirt, ruining it. But while he reached for a few tissues to clean up his mess, he caught sight of Tempest taking Dunn's head in both hands like a basketball, fucking up into his mouth and throat as if he were trying to climb straight through him. Big gobs of thick spit escaped Dunn's mouth, drooling onto the carpet floor as Tempest turned them both onto their sides and really let Dunn have it. Dunn was powerless to stop his master from using his mouth and throat as he saw fit. Tempest slammed his balls into the side of his face with every thrust, hammering his throat. Then with a loud triumphant yell, he came thick gushes of ball busting cream straight into Dunn's belly.

Dunn felt Tempest's cum gushing down the back of his throat, pouring directly into his stomach as Tempest fell back exhausted against the leather interior. Dunn followed him, refusing to give up the still spurting dick as he captured every precious drop of the drug dealer's bull juice.

Tempest sat back and composed himself, catching his breath as Dunn nursed his shrinking pipe and swallowed his cum.

"Where the fuck'r we...?" he asked, looking out the side window at the burnt out shell of a home beside them.

"I don't know..." said Dunn, pulling back after draining the snake. "...it's the address Peaches gave me...!" he concluded, using his handkerchief to wipe the drool from his flushed face. Tempest smirked to himself as he pulled up his boxers and pants, tucking his wet dick back in its home before venturing outside of the car.

A seriousness crossed his mean looking face as he began to recognize the condemned hole in the wall. Heading up the front steps, anger began to fill his soul as memories of his past came back to mind...

"Do you recognize it...?" asked Dunn, getting out of the car behind him. "Why would Peaches want to meet here...? What WAS this place...?" he wondered in disgust, looking around the badly burnt home and wondering what its significance was?

Tempest looked down at the spot where Brickhouse's body once lay...

"I must say, Tempest..., I really LOVE what you've done to the place!" said the voice of Divine Graham, the Blackwidow (better known as Peaches to Tempest), as she stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. Tempest spun around, drawing a gun he had hidden inside his long leather trench coat, and pointed it up to Divine's head.

Dunn jumped in total shock, unaware that Tempest would be armed as he wanted no parts of a murder...

"Wuss the deal, Peaches...? What'r we doin' HERE of all places...??" questioned Tempest, still holding the gun.

"I thought it might be fun to go back down memory lane...!" smiled Divine, all decked out in her womanly attire. "You DO recognize the place, don't you Tempest...? It's the place YOU grew up! Where your grandma, --god rest her soul, once raised the devil's spawn!"

Dunn looked around in surprise..., not too impressed with the dwelling.

"I guess all this's supposed to have a purpose, rite...?" asked Tempest, slowly lowering the gun once he realized Divine was alone. "Am I supposed to have a sudden breakdown...? Realize I'm not the man my dead gran'ma would approve of...?" he asked, sarcastically. "Let me tell you somethin' babee..., IF my gran'ma was still alive, she's be proud of me and what I've become..., comin' from nowhere with nothin'...!"

"I doubt your church going grandmom would approve of her only grandchild killing people and selling poison to children!" countered Divine, bluntly. "I know you had a harsh upbringing..., but I even YOUR grandmother couldn't be that foul!"

Tempest's fingers tightened about his gun...

"THIS is how you bury the hatchet...?" he asked, curiously. "You bring me out here to my old house to talk shyt to me...?"

"I thought it would be fun to relive how it all started for you...!" suggested Divine, stepping further out into the center of the room. "The place where your bitch of a mother gave birth to Satan's baby!"

Tempest had fury in his eyes when he quickly reached out and back slapped Divine square across the face, nearly knocking her to the ground with one blow.

But to Tempest's amazement, instead of breaking down and cowering in a corner like most of his she-male Stable Girls, Divine laughed, furthering his fury...

"HAHAHAHA..." she chuckled, blood staining her teeth red. "...you're SO fucking predictable..." she muttered aloud. "...you're pathetic!"

"You WANT to test me...?!" yelled Tempest, grabbing Divine by the back of the neck as he put the barrel of his gun up to her temple. Dunn jumped back in sheer terror, fearing for Divine's safety and Tempest's sanity. "Why do you test me all the time...?! After all these years, don't you kno' WHO I am by now...?? I ain't one'a those niggas you play with! I'll fuckin' KILL YOU and step ova yur corpse like you ain't ever exist...!"

Divine felt her heart beat quicken as the hard barrel touched her skull...

"So..., DO IT!" she said, years of fear and frustration finally coming to an end.

Tempest hesitated, not sure he heard correctly. "DO IT!" she repeated, her head facing the floor.

Tempest grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking it backwards to see her defying face.

"Nawww..." he said, staring her into her eyes. "...if I shoot you, it'll be in the face..., so I can see your eyes when I do it!" he threatened coldly, shoving the gun in her face.

Tempest had expected to see her to grovel and beg for her life, much like she did the last time he threatened to kill her (chap-6, pt-4), but Divine wasn't the same woman she was back then...

"DO IT you pansy ass piece of shit!" she snapped, losing all sense of fear through her defiance. "You've been threatening to kill me for 10 years..., DO IT!!!"

Tempest shoved her away..., not sure what he wanted to do with her.

The two stalemated for a moment, as Tempest stared wondrously at the transsexual looking back at him. They shared a long history together (see the 2 part series simply called: PEACHES, in the transgender stories section of my Prolific Author's listing), with Divine (known as Peaches back then) acting as his very first girlfriend/prostitute.

Peaches had been through a lot since those early days: losing her father to a lengthy prison sentence, her mother to a drug overdose, her brothers to gang violence, becoming a boy prostitute in the footsteps of her mother, doing drugs, faking her own death to escape Tempest, having a sex change, getting married, losing her newlywed husband in a senseless drive-by shooting..., was there any wonder why she seemed so cold?

She stared at Tempest with hatred growing in her veins like a cancer. HOW she had long since Hated Tempest, loathing him and his temper. For promising her the world at 18, then snatching it away as soon as he made it big, --leaving her to fend for herself as one of his mere Stable Girls after ALL the years she put into helping him build his power!

Tempest could see the loathing in her eyes (perhaps for the first time), as they circled each other like preying cats, and he knew in that instant that she would NEVER come back to him willingly, that it would have to be over her dead body...

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UNIVERSITY OF PENN

The ambulance rushed a pregnant 34 year old Dedra Wright into the hospital's emergency unit, --her 23 year old husband DeWayne Wright (D-Money to most) drive up on the sidewalk outside the hospital (cutting off pedestrians in his path), as he ran into emergency to be by her side. Security tried to block his path, only to receive a sound beating as Money made his way to his woman's side...

Doctor's cut away Dedra's sleeve to see where the bleeding was coming from. She was awake and coherent as they removed the temporary dressing paramedics had given her, and immediately began washing away the blood to see the wound.

"She's pregnant!" announced one of the medics upon arrival, prompting doctors to rush her into maternity for an emergency scan to see if the baby was compromised.

"How is she...?" asked Money, watching as a team of doctors and nurses worked on her (as well as other victims from the shooting). "Is she gonna be aiight...?" he asked as the staff ignored him and continued to work under pressure, shouting out orders, directions, and procedures. "Where the fuck'r yall takin `er...?!" he yelled as they rushed her through the double doors towards maternity.

One of the doctors hesitated as he lingered behind with the irate husband...

"uh..., it looks like your wife will be fine, mister...?"

"Money!" said D-Money, as the young Resident walked up to talk to him.

"...mister, uh..., Money...!" corrected the doctor. "It looks like the wound to her arm is not life threatening..., however with her pregnancy, we just want to scan her to make sure the baby wasn't compromised in the fall in any way...! Once it's been determined that the fetus is fine, we'll go in and remove the bullet in her shoulder! Okay?"

"Yeah..., --aiight..." said Money, thinking about how close he came to losing everything.

How did Tempest know where they would be? Divine hadn't had any real contact with him since Pooh's death, and none of her Syndicate members would have turned on here like that, most were still loyal to Pooh...

Then it suddenly hit him...

The staffing looked on in wonder as he quickly ran out of the unit (leaving his wife and unborn child behind), heading back to his car where security was about to ticket him a citation...

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WEST PHILLY

Malik stood in the hallway of his apartment building for a few minutes, replaying the entire scene over in his head with Marvin's brother Tyrone (chap-39, pt-2) before slowly ascending the stairs to his apt on the second floor. Tyrone had made some strong arguments that Malik felt he couldn't ignore. Indeed he did feel SOMETHING for Marvin's brother during the 3way the two where the two brothers shared him (chap-28, pts-2 & 3), but Malik wasn't sure what? He HAD been more attentive to his needs, making love as opposed to Marvin's nightly ravishings. Tyrone stated he could offer something that his brother couldn't..., --his heart! That was the one thing Malik always wondered about his relationship with Marvin. Sure there was passion and lust, but was there real love? Could their relationship last once the passion was out?

Malik fumbled through his keys as he opened the door to find Marvin working out on his weight bench in the living room, --pressing through his injuries to bench press a mere 250 lbs of weight. Malik quietly closed the door as he watched Marvin workout, his muscled torso perspiring a fine sheen of sweat as his stomach muscles crunched with every lift. How did Marvin show his affection? It certainly wasn't through words. Was it through his actions?

Malik placed his keys and gun on a nearby table as he removed his jacket. Marvin was listening to headphone and hadn't heard him enter yet. He pumped iron like it was a job, toning his body and adding muscle. Marvin had done everything Malik had asked of him; staying away from selling drugs, finding a legitimate minimum wage paying job to prove he wanted to be with him, coming home every night with very little incident of fidelity. Surely THAT showed (as much as a man like Marvin CAN show) that he loved him, even if it wasn't said often?

Malik couldn't help recalling the `Private Party' he threw for Marvin back in the penitentiary when Marvin was a convict and he was a prison guard (chap-34, pt-3 of The HOLE), surprising the inmate with a birthday cake in solitary confinement. Marvin had genuinely been surprised and appreciative. They made love all night, so much so that Malik's body was sore for days after. Their passion even broke the bed in Marvin's cell. Surely passion like that didn't go without deep rooted feelings? Love was more than a mere word, --it was action, emotion, feeling..., everything Malik had in his man.

Malik watched Marvin's glistening muscles stretch and pop with every lift, and began slowly undressing on the spot, --removing his shirt, t-shirt, shoes, pants, etc. Marvin was in mid lift when he suddenly looked up and saw Malik undressing in the living room. He placed the weights on the bar-rest, then lifted his head to peer down over his puffed chest. "Wussup, babe...?" he smiled, pulling the IPod earphones from his ears.

Malik said nothing as he simply walked over, then reached down and began pulling down Marvin's workout shorts. Marvin snickered to himself as Malik struggled to pull the shorts off around his gigantic sneakers. After successfully tossing them on the floor, Malik reached for Marvin's fat growing dick. "Hello to YOU too...!" joked Marvin, not angry at all. "I assume you hadda bad day...?" he asked as Malik ignored his attempts to make small talk, and leaned down and took his dick into his mouth. Marvin fought back a groan, not wanting to appear weak as his boyfriend's warm mouth enveloped him in wet warmth.

Malik sucked slowly and intuitively as Marvin's dick fattened and grew in his mouth, quickly reaching its staggering 10 rock solid inches. Marvin smiled as he watched his roommate polishing his knob, coating the entire shaft in spit before reaching for a bottle of anal lubricant which sat conveniently beside the sofa within reach. After lubing Marvin's totem pole, Malik stood up and lubed his own asshole, sticking 2, then 3 fingers into his man-cunt, stretching the sphincter muscles for the fucking he anticipated.

Straddling Marvin's waist, Malik aligned the bodybuilder's manhood up with his anus, then pressed back on it, feeling the huge head penetrate his anal ring. "Correction..." stated Marvin, "...I see you've hadda real SHITTY day...!" he corrected, as Malik ease all the way down on his pole.

"uhhhhh...!" groaned Malik as the fat dick stretched his anus and sank through his rectal interior. Sitting upright (paralyzed), Malik closed his eyes as he allowed his body several minutes to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Marvin waited patiently for his anus to relax and loosen. He could feel the tight gripping manhole snapping around his dick base, squeezing his shaft as it flexed and throbbed around his embedded prod like a clinching fist.

Malik titled his head back, reveling in the erotic pain shooting through his body as Marvin casually reached up and began tweaking his nipples. It took some doing, but Malik was able to relax after impelling himself on his lover's enormous phallus. When Malik was ready, he began riding Marvin's rod cautiously, lifting and lowering his ass up and down on his ass stretcher. Marvin had no idea what was going on in Malik's head. He merely watched his boyfriend bounce on his dick, taking his thick monster into his body as if wanting to punish himself for something he did. He studied Malik's pained facial expressions, noting the tense looks behind the scrunches. Having known Malik for so long, he knew when something was bothering him. Malik would always collapse into his shell (his defense mechanism), keeping the world at bay and people out of his heart. Marvin understood Malik's need to disassociate, as he too often did the same by masking his emotions into a rough fuck session.

Marvin allowed Malik to fuck himself as like he wanted (not knowing the day Malik had), letting him slide his asshole up and down his hard pole at his own leisure, waiting for him to loosen up enough for him to take charge.

Malik rode Marvin's dick for at least 15 minutes, impaling his own ass on the upright pillar with gradually increasing speed and depth. Once Marvin felt Malik's hole swallowing him up effortlessly, he picked the petite officer up and spun him around until Malik was now lying on his back on the sweaty bench. Marvin pushed Malik's legs up until his toes were wrapped around the weights bar for support, helping to keep his body doubled in half with his ass exposed. In this position Marvin had complete access to Malik's innards without interference from his fat round butt cheeks getting in the way. He could drive his dick in as deep and roughly as he wanted, with very little opposition. He re-aimed his dick back up to the open hole, then rammed himself inside to the hilt. Malik threw back his head and wailed like a woman giving birth, as the dick punched into his aching gut. Grabbing the bar with his hands, Malik steadied himself for what he hoped would be the grudge fuck to end all grudge fucks.

Marvin (still healing from his gunshot wounds) pumped his hips back and forth as he fucked Malik's ass for him, driving his thick dick in and out of his lubed hole. Marvin watched his dick stretch Malik's anus wide, digging deep into his body with every inward thrust. He loved the way Malik's asshole clung to his dick, as if specially made for him and him alone. He leaned in over him, his lustful gaze roaming up the shorter man's petite body until it rested on his face. Malik's eyes were still closed, still zoned out in another world. Marvin took that opportunity to increase the pace, digging deeper and ramming harder to wake up his sleeping partner.

Malik felt the dick punching through him harder, causing him to moan and grunt louder. His body accepted the deep penetrating stabs as Marvin slapped his pelvic bone into his ass with every stroke. At some point Malik's eyes opened, but they weren't looking at his lover. Marvin saw the clueless gaze as Malik stared off into space, his body being pummeled as the entire bench rocked from the force of Marvin's thrusts. Marvin pounded into Malik's soft accepting anus, the entire length of his fat brown dick driving up to his hairy balls with every forceful plunge. Malik found himself in ecstasy, his mind finally forgetting the troubles of the day as his body took on a euphoric pleasure. His hardened dick began oozing pre-cum, soaking his stomach muscles as his body prepared to ejaculate.

Marvin saw Malik's softened expressions, and knew he had been taken to greater heights. Not stopping, he continued pounding, using the same technique as he hammered into Malik with all the strength his healing body could muster. Malik's anus took the beating, becoming a soft wet juicy orifice in which Marvin could plunder with very little resistance, --punching the entire length of his dick from the fat dripping head to his full furry balls. Malik's body jerked with each inward thrust, rocking back and forth along the bench as Marvin's firm hips bang into him with the strength of an ox. Even in his recuperative state Marvin was a force to be reckoned with, plunging his dick over and over, using Malik's ass as a dipping post as it jacked him off to the point of a roaring climax.

Malik was the first to cum as his head moved back and forth in a fury. Marvin barely recognized any of the sounds coming out of his throat as Malik's dick suddenly stiffened, then started hosing heaps of white cocktail sauce all over his panting stomach and heaving chest. Malik gasped aloud as his climax hit like the fall from a mountain. He could practically feel his body free falling through space as his eyes rolled up in their sockets like a classic possession, drenching his body in his own essence.

Marvin saw Malik's extraordinary climax and continued riding him straight through. He could feel Malik's loosened anus flexing wildly about his plunging shaft, sucking him off as he continued to fuck for another 5 solid minutes, pounding his backdoor and picking up speed as he rammed his pulsating rod balls deep in his lover's buttered guts and began hosing his innards with a copious load of his scolding cum.

Marvin squirmed atop Malik as he filled him full of his potent juice, flooding his bowels with his reproductive sperm. Malik could actually feel the gush of warm cum filling his rectum as Marvin leaned in over him with his sweaty body. Malik wrapped his arms about Marvin's back, hugging him closely as thoughts of Tyrone's haunting kiss began to seep back into his mind...

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FRANKLIN INSTITUTE

23 year old Jake Valentine lay naked on a stone slab (in doggy position) in one of the Institute's largest viewing rooms, his gorgeous athletic jock body plastered with the cum splatters of dozens of men as his mind seized to the addictive powers of the street drug Sextasy. Many cocks had pummeled his drug induced body tonight while being held captive against his will, but the last one belonged to none other than Precinct-23's newly appointed captain, --Timothy Bradley, as he held a large hunter's knife up to Jake's throat after having just cum inside the sacrificial lamb, baptizing his body in semen for the most high!

Maleece Cortez (Jake's lover for the past 2 years or so) struggled against his captors as they held him by the arms, pointing a gun into his ribs while forcing him to watch Jake's demise. Tim began reciting the rite of passage (the formal sacrificial passage given in praise to the devil), as he offered Jake to the most high! Maleece knew he had only a small window of opportunity here if he was to save Jake from the Illuminati.

He felt one of the guards press his weapon into his ribs, demanding his surrender. Maleece felt his adrenaline peak as he yanked his arm from the second guard, punching the first one in the face while snatching his gun. With a quick whip around, he pistol whipped the second guard, then immediately aimed the gun up at the Captain...

"Let him go!!" insisted Maleece, aiming directly at his head.

Tim Bradley hesitated, alternating looks between Maleece and his father, the Commissioner...

"Kill him!" yelled the Comish.

Tim's hand trembled as Maleece cocked the gun in his direction...

"Kill him!" insisted the Commissioner. "The Most High will protect you!"

Maleece watched as the Precinct-23 police captain began the motion to slice the blade across Jake's exposed neck. Maleece only had a second to react, and wasted no time squeezing off the trigger. The entire scene seemed to happen in slow motion as Tim Bradley's hand began making the slice, just as the bullet pierced his brain, causing his head to snap back unexpectedly as a red spray of liquid chunks exploded from the back of his skull.

Commissioner Bradley watched in horror as his son fell backwards (dead) off the platform, losing hold of the knife and Jake's head as his body fell into a large torch statue, toppling it over and causing a small fire to spread among the drapery.

Jake fell forward on his face as Maleece began the daunting task of running towards him through a crown of opposition...

"Get him..., he can't kill us all!" screamed the Commissioner, inciting a mad dash as hands grabbed at Maleece from every direction, trying to stop and hold him from ending the ritual sacrifice. But Maleece fought with the force and bravery of a soldier, punching, hitting, kicking, beating, and shooting his way through the horde of Satan worshippers until he had them running for safety. Commissioner Bradley's body lay in a heap as one of the casualties, clutching his bleeding chest as the fire quickly spread. Abandoning the mad officer with the gun, members of the Illuminati grabbed up bundles of clothes and ran for the nearest exits, leaving their helpless brethren to fend for themselves as the room began to fill with thick smoke.

Maleece climbed up onto the stone slab, finding Jake's motionless body. He reached down and gently rolled his lover back towards him, checking to see if he was still alive. Besides a slight knick (a paper like cut) to his throat, he was fine but still delirious on drugs. Maleece smiled to himself as he pulled Jake down off the table as everyone scattered in different directions, trying to save their own skins. As the fire quickly grew in intensity, Maleece managed to grab a large drape down off a display and wrap Jake up in it safely before dragging him out a back exit towards safety.

Once outside, he found a private doorway (along the side of the building) where he placed Jake temporarily until he got their barrings.

"Jake..., you alright...? You okay...?" asked Maleece, slapping him on the facial cheek to wake him up. Jake was slow to respond (given the amount of drugs in his system it was a wonder he wasn't comatose). "I'm sorry..." said the detective, feeling a great deal of remorse for turning his back on Jake when clearly he needed him most. "...I'm so sorry...!" he cried, taking a moment to compose himself...

"As well you should be!" yelled Chad Bradley, holding a gun on both Jake and Maleece (as he stood naked in the street).

Maleece looked up in surprise as his former lover held his and his boyfriend's lives in the balance. "You ruined everything!" ranted Chad, covered in cum and soot. "I thought you would understand! I thought you would appreciate the power I was about to offer you! But you had to go and ruin it...! And all for HIM!"

"It's over, Chad..., let it go...!" advised Maleece, shielding Jake's body with his own.

"It's not over until I say it's over...!" screamed Chad, like a spoiled child.

Maleece cradled Jake tighter in his arms (believing the end was near), when suddenly a red fire engine roared around the corner, it's emergency lights flashing like holiday bulbs. Chad looked to the right just as the truck skid on its break, the words `ENGINE 101' the last thing he saw is it plowed directly into him.

Maleece closed his eyes as poor Chad's body practically splattered across the engine front. The bright red truck came to a halt with his mangled body trapped beneath its wheels. The men of Fire Station 101 climbed down off their truck, only to find the naked victim lying in pieces.

"Shit man..., I didn't SEE him until it was too late...!" said the driver of the lead truck, scratching his head in wonder.

"It's alright, Bob..., you couldn't've avoided him...!" assured his captain, --William Moss (see Police, Fire & Rescue in the Prolific Author's section).

Maleece opened his eyes to see the firefighters gathering around Chad's body. "Hey..., doesn't that guy look familiar...?"

"Mal...?" whispered Jake, catching Maleece's attention as he looked down at him in tears.

"Hey buddy..." smiled Mal, still holding Jake protectively in his arms. "...you're okay man..., you're gonna be fine...! As soon as we get you in a nice rehab...!"

Jake relaxed once he realized he was in no danger. Maleece leaned down and kissed him gently about the brow, causing Jake to lift his head as their lips met.

"HEY..., OVER HERE..." yelled one of the younger firefighter (Lucky), spotting the two men in the corner. "...looks like we got...some survivors...!" he said, realizing he was disturbing a tender moment...

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NORTH PHILLY

32 year old former Mayor's Assistant Brian Dunn, looked on in fear as Tempest Williams had a showdown with his former lover Divine/Peaches. Peaches had been the love of Tempest's life at one point, but oh how the years have changed as he was currently strangling her by the throat, trying to choke the living life out of her with his bare hands.

Tempest believed in his heart of heart (as cold and shallow as it might be) that he actually loved Peaches. He fed her, clothed her, gave her beautiful things, housed her, bathed her, fucked her, and loved her, only to have her betray him by faking her own death and stealing one hundred thousand dollars of his hard earned drug money to have a sex change in Miami Florida. Peaches had made a new life for herself by becoming known as The Lady Divine, a show stopping damsel at an all male drag show. No one knew she was now a lady, believing she was truly a man in drag. She played the part to a T, much like she did when she pretended to be in love with Tempest. No one knew that the woman pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman, was really a woman in drag disguise, singing and dancing her heart out for fame and fortune.

And she was quite successful too, doing several shows a night with many regulars who lusted after him/her. That is, until Tempest Williams walked into her show one night and destroyed everything (chap-2).

Tempest tightened his hands around Divine's neck, cutting off her air supple as she fell to her knees. Scratching at his hands with her manicured nails, Divine fought back for every breath as she became light headed from the lack of oxygen.

Tempest stared directly into her eyes as she began to lose focus, wanting his face to be the very last thing she saw before her inevitable death.

Divine fought to the last breath as Tempest lay her out on the debris littering the ground. He held onto her throat tightly until her face ran flush, her eyes bulged, and her tongue turned blue. Only then when he was sure she was no longer alive, did he finally remove his hands from her person.

Standing over her, he looked down at her with no remorse. The she/male he once knew and loved died 2 years ago on the water front as far as he was concerned, --this new female version was nothing more than fresh fish, which needed to be exterminated.

Tempest brushed the dust off his clothes, then turned to walk away. In the far distance he could see the horrified look on his assistant's face. He knew Dunn wasn't a soldier, that blood and violence (which was a thug pimp's life) wasn't his thing. Tempest knew Dunn was a pencil pusher, a behind the scenes money man who kept the books, and kept his hands clean.

Tempest felt a strange stirring in his groin after the murder, having always gotten aroused after killing someone. It happened after he killed his father (Brick-House), the man who murdered his mother AND whose drug/pimp business he stole after putting a bullet in his head in this very same location, --having lured the man there after pretending to be one of his loyal followers for years. Brick-House didn't suspect a thing, not until the very last minute when he noticed the faded old photographs of one of his whores on the walls of the old house, and the evil young boy in the pictures who resembled his right hand man Tempest. By the time he realized who Tempest really was and turned around, Tempest had already fired a shot in his head, splattering his brains all over his grandmom's house before torching the entire place with a match and gasoline (chap-17 of the original Precinct-23).

Tempest could feel his dick growing hard down his pant leg, as his balls prepared to feed his assistant his latest meal. Tempest was just about to take a step in Dunn's direction, when he heard the sound of snapping floorboards behind him. Turning around, he was shocked to find Divine Graham (Peaches) alive and well, standing directly behind him with a small caliber handgun which she kept hidden in her boot. She cocked the gun without saying a word as their eyes met. Tempest merely smirked before she pulled the trigger, blowing a hole straight through his head.

Tempest's body fell to the ground, twitching as the last seconds of life left from his body. His dick (which had been hard after thinking he killed her) erupted its last burst of seed down his pant-leg, the long curved snake throbbed profusely as it pumped out the last of its load, trigger (so to speak) by his climactic death.

Brian Dunn looked on in complete horror as his hero fell dead before his eyes. When he saw Divine look up at him with the same `badass black woman' look in her eyes, he turned and ran back to the Lincoln as fast as his feet could carry him. The driver took off with all the speed of a racecar driver, leaving the smell of burning rubber in his wake.

Divine looked up at the cluster of stars overhead, as she thanked the heavens for finally giving her her long awaited new found freedom. Murder was never easy, every new killing felt like she was sinking another inch in the quicksands of hell. After killing her husband (Pooh) to gain his drug turf (having planned and plotted his murder by disguising it as a drive-by shooting in hopes that police would believe Tempest was involved...), she thought killing Tempest would be a breeze. However the certified madman nearly got the drop on her, --ONE MORE MINUTE of choking and her fake death would have been real.

Divine looked down at Tempest's body (which ironically lay practically in the same spot that he killed his father in 10 years prior), taking in the realization that he would no longer be a factor in her life. He had consumed so much of her for so long (from the time she was 18), that it nearly drove her insane. Though some might say she IS insane. But having been taught by two of the city's most disgustingly, vile, ruthless, and cunning drug lords..., is there any wonder why she wouldn't turn out to be just like tham...?

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ROSWELL HEIGHTS

34 year old Winston Sinclair (Kane) sat back on his sofa, smoking a blunt and drinking a 40oz malt liquor in celebration of his new gamble with Tempest Williams. Since Pooh's murder, Kane knew it was only a matter of time before Tempest closed in on his territory, taking over the city and eventually moving out Divine Graham.

He thought it was in his best interest to jump ship before it sank, leaving him with nothing but his memories of the good life. He had just finished talking to his former girlfriend, talking her into moving back in with him. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he missed fucking that pussy whenever the ehim struck. He was just about to hit her back and ask what was taking her so long to get that ass over there, when his front door was suddenly kicked in.

"WHAT THE FUCK...??!" he yelled in surprise, reaching for the gun he had stashed under his sofa cushions.

"Don't EVEN try it, asshole...!" said D-Money, walking in holding a 9 millimeter on him.

"Money...!" shouted Kane in relief, thinking it was someone else looking to retaliate. "Wussup man..., kickin' in my door like that n'shit...?" he asked, getting up from the couch.

"I heard YOU were the one who tipped Tempest off on where to find me and the Black Widow!" accused Money with a serious tone.

"I don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout, blood...! I ain't snitch to nobody!" defended Kane.

"Tempest TOLD us!" lied Money, trying to get to the truth.

Kane hesitated, believing Tempest had indeed told on him...

"Okay man..., --I told him! So what?" asked Kane, defiant.

Money's face grew mad with anger...

"You son of a bitch...!" he yelled, stepping further into the crib as he tilted the gun sideways (gangsta style). "Tempest put out a HIT on us...! My wife is in the hospital rite now fighting to keep our baby becuz'a you!"

"Yo man..., sorry to hear that shit..." said Kane, nonchalantly. "...but what any of that gotta do with ME...? I WARNED you not to stick with that bitch! Ain't no way she gonna out last, outwit, and out play Tempest..., she's as good as dead man!"

Money shot a hole straight through Kane's back wall...

"HEY...!!" yelled the drug dealer, ducking as the bullet missed over his head. "That shyt ain't funny!"

"You ain't shit, Kane! You ain't NEVA gonna be shit!" yelled Money, fighting against his better judgment to put a bullet in Kane's ass.

"Yo nicca..., YOU crazy!" yelled Kane, livid. "You takin' this shyt personally, and it ain't personal! It's all bout buzniz!"

"When you endanger my family..., it becomes personal!" countered Money.

"She was at the WRONG place at the WRONG time...!" argued Kane, "If you gonna be Divine's lil' bitch..., --then yur girl GOT what she deserved...!" he snapped.

Almost as soon as he said it, Kane knew he'd made a big mistake. Money saw RED as his face turned from angry to furious. In a split second he leaped across the room, tackling the muscled drug dealer to the ground as they tussled like kids fighting at recess. Kane managed to shove Money off of him as both men quickly got to their feet. But before Kane could talk his way out of it, Money suckered him square across the jaw. Kane retaliated by swinging back, catching Money in the chest and causing the younger man to temporarily lose his breath.

Sensing a quick victory, Kane pounced, swinging on Money again in an attempt to knock him out. Money knew if he lost this fight that Kane wouldn't waste the opportunity to fuck his ass again. Still holding the gun in his hand, he uppercut Kane in the chin, knocking him senseless as Kane's head flipped upward. Seeing stars, he staggered as Money molly-whopped him across the head with the brunt of the gun. Kane fell out unconscious, bleeding from the top of the head...

Money took a moment to recover, as he leaned against the back of Kane's sofa. He knew well Kane's reputation on the street as a badass ex-con. He knew he was known for taking unsuspecting young men's asses (with or without their consent). He knew Kane prided himself on his masculinity, that he often bragged about taking men's asses without ever having his own tagged. He wondered what would happen when Kane's own ass was no longer virgin? When he could no longer hide behind the veneer of his manhood?

Kane woke up with a dizzy pounding in his head. His face was buried in the cushions of his sofa when he began to slowly regain consciousness. As he became more and more coherent, he realized he was in a vulnerable position, lying naked across the arm of his living room sofa. But when he tried to get up, he felt a hand push into his bare back, shoving him back in place.

"Don't move..." said DMoney, stepping in behind Kane as he kicked his legs apart. "...I ain't finished with YOU yet...!"

Kane fell back into place, his head feeling like lead as his ass arched high over the arm. Even in his semi-conscious state, he knew the severity of his position as Money forced his greased fingers into his ass.

"No..." said Kane, feeling the fingers break through his tight gripping anus as his sphincter muscles tightened to expel the invaders.

Money enjoyed Kane's vulnerability, knowing this was a rear opportunity to pay the older man back in spades for tricking him into smoking tainted weed laced with the sex drug Sextasy. Money could still remember how easily Kane took his ass, dropping him over the same sofa to take advantage of his weakened state. Now the tables were turned, but while Money's ass wasn't exactly virgin (given his deal with Pooh), Kane was getting his cherry broken, and Money couldn't think of a better candidate to take the title than himself.

Money jammed his fingers all the way up in Kane's ass to the third knuckles, twisting and turning them purposely to make the experience as uncomfortably as possible. He wanted Kane to know the pain and humiliation that was coming. He could feel Kane's asshole clamping down, trying to severe his fingers as he moved them back and forth.

Once Money was satisfied with Kane's progress, he removed his fingers and moved in close, aiming his hardon up between his firm muscled ass cheeks. Trying to save some of his dignity, Kane gave one more valiant effort to force himself up off the couch. But even as he lifted his torso up, Money gripped him by the waist, then rammed his hips forward, burying over half of his dick with one shove.

"AARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!!!" screamed Kane, rising up for another fight as Money placed the barrel of his gun at the base of his noggin.

"I said: Don't move, bitch...!" he yelled, pulling back with his hips as all but the head of his dick slipped back out of Kane's fighting anus. "If you move..., I might accidentally pull the trigger...! And you don't want that to happen, do you...?"

Kane said nothing as he stood absolutely still, knowing the kind of damage a 9 millimeter could do to the back of his head. He could feel Money's dick slipping back out of his ass, retreating in defeat against the fight with his tough sphincter. But to Kane's dismay, Money was just getting warmed up as he quickly redirected his hips and suddenly rammed his hardon straight back up the older man's gripping passage, penetrating clear up to his hairy nut sac.

Kane's screams were quickly muffled when Money smashed his face back down into the cushions. His asshole was on FIRE as Money's dick bore through his fighting sphincter muscles to take control of his rectum. Money couldn't help but groan triumphantly as he successfully buried his dick in the drug dealer's virgin ass in only two shoves. He could feel the mad hole squeezing around his pole, trying against all odds to save itself from deflowering. But Money's determination proved more dynamic than Kane's desire to save face, as he began moving his hips back and forth, effectively butt fucking the two time ex-convict.

Kane could feel the dick moving through him, digging a passage deep in his colon as Money's 8-1/2 inch pathfinder bore its way straight through him. Kane knew turnabout was fair play, that drugging and taking advantage of Money would only result in revenge. Kane knew Money would pay him back someday, but he had always thought it would be by way of a fight, getting cold cocked and raped hadn't entered his head. But even as his wounded pride took a serious blow to his manhood, Kane knew deep down that money was only righting a wrong done to him.

Karma indeed was a bitch.

Money (otherwise known as DeWayne Wright) held his gun down at the back of Kane's head with one hand, while holding his chocolate hips in place with the other hand, slapping his pelvis into the masculine man's exposed ass cheeks every time he buried his bone in his clinching ass.

Money was reminded of another raping in-which he took part; back when his wife Dedra was engaged to another man (David Smith, --see My Woman's Lover). Money had spotted Dedra several times, he knew she was older (he was only 19 at the time, she was 31), but that didn't matter, he was determined to get with her anyway. He used every mack daddy line he knew to get her to talk to him. He could tell by her flirtatious smiles that she was interested, despite telling him she was engaged. Money got her to take him home with her after work one day, which began a long affair of him busting it up with her while her man was at work. Then one day David came home early with a cold, only to find Money balls deep in his woman's pussy. David hit the ceiling as he stepped to Money for a fight. David knew Money was a thug, but rage convinced him that he could beat the young man that was nearly 15 years under him. However, Money beat David down, and then as a gesture to his place in life, threw David over his own bed and butt fucked his virgin ass in front of his woman. Money had never butt fucked a man before, but what started out as show of power, quickly turned into something else as Money began fucking David regularly. Sometimes he can still remember how it felt hw it felt when he plunged his dick in the older man's ass for the first time, stealing his manhood, his dignity, his virginity, and his woman all in one hour.

Now Kane stood on the end of his dick, --not some office pencil pusher living in the burbs assimilating to the white life, but a bonafide brotha from the hood with a criminal record and the prison muscles and tattoos to prove it.

Money looked down at Kane's broad muscled back and tapered waist, watching his muscles bulge and pop every time he thrust into him. Every time he shoved his dick deep into Kane's anus, he could feel the flexing anal ring snapping wildly about his shaft, trying to adjust to the intrusion. Money liked how hot and tight Kane's hole was, knowing that no one else but him had ever been in the straight man's ass before. In fact it was something of a high for Money, knowing his nut would be the very first to seed Kane's bowels. That very thought is what fueled Money through the fuck, causing him to throw caution to the wind as he dropped the gun into the sofa cushions and grabbed Kane's waist with both hands.

Kane felt the weight of the gun bounce down into the back of the couch as Money's hands gripped him tighter. He contemplated grabbing the gun and turning the tides on the younger man, but that thought quickly faded when Kane felt the excruciating pain in his gut diminishing.

It still hurt, but Kane knew he would be able to endure it to the end. Like most men who fucked men that like to be fucked, Kane had wondered what it would be like to take a dick, but pride and reputation had always prevented him from exploring that possibility, he didn't want word getting around that he had flipped, allowing other men to try to approach him strangely and leaving him with no recourse but to beat them down.

He reached down between his legs and found his dick (which had been soft during the entire rape) beginning to harden. Kane was surprised at himself as he wrapped his hand around his stiff dick and slowly began to masturbate.

Money could feel the change in Kane's willingness to get fucked. He was no longer struggling, and his asshole (which had been fighting him the entire time) had stopped trying to push him out and had seemed to consent to the idea that it'd lost the fight. Kane's hole was still ultra tight, but Money found he was able to fuck deeper without as much tension and evasion as he plowed his pelvis directly into the chocolate man's dark ass.

Kane rose up on one arm, looking back over his muscular shoulder as he surrendered his ass to his younger counterpart. No longer looking to escape, he grunted manly moans of erotic pain and pleasure, stroking his brick hard dick with his free hand as he looked back at the man fucking his man-ass like a pussy.

Money looked directly into Kane's face, reading the lust in his eyes. The big man had indeed wondered what it would feel like to get fucked, and Money was just the man to give it to him. Money reached up and gripped Kane's shoulder, arching his back and nearly pulling him up into standing position. Kane groaned as Money's dick dug deeper, prying through his locked doors like a skeleton key. Kane found his dick already starting to pre-cum.

Down the hall, Kane's former live-in girlfriend had just gotten off the elevator with their two young daughters. She had left Kane (the father of her children) when she came home to find Kane balls deep in another man's ass (chap-13, pt-5). Unable to get that mental picture out of her head, it took months of sweet talk and persuasion for Kane to talk her back into coming home. Her girls had missed their father, as Kane had never visited them while they were away. She put her key in the door, hoping to get a fresh new start. But before she could announce that she was home, she saw a naked man standing with his back to her in the living room, his beautiful muscular ass humping in and out as he drilled his dick into another (darker skinned) man bent over in front of him. It didn't take her long to realize who the fuckee was, as she covered her eldest child's eyes and screamed...

Money and Kane looked back over their shoulders to find the woman and her two daughters standing in the doorway. "GET OUT!" yelled Kane furiously, causing the woman and her kids to jump in terror. The children began to cry as the woman's legs locked in place, keeping her from bolting. "GET THE FUCK OUT, NOW BITCH!! STEP OFF!!" he repeated as she finally took the hint and ran back down the hall, screaming "Faggots...! Faggots...! Faggots...!" all the way.

Money resumed fucking, having never lost a stroke. He twisted Kane's hips into the direction he most desired, then began to pound him even harder. Kane closed his eyes as he groaned out loud, his dick definitely stiffening under the new assault. Each new blow of Money's pelvis into his ass caused him to inch up further on the sofa. Money followed him as he simply climbed up over the sofa's arms and joined Kane on the couch. He forced Kane's face back down into the seats (arching his back to elevate his ass) as he continued to plow his ass, driving his dick 8 and 1/2 inches deep with every plunge. Kane gasped as his dick suddenly started spurting great gobs of hot cum all over the sofa. He moaned into the cushions as 9 streams of creamy white jiz shot from his pulsating dick, painting over everything in its path.

Money felt Kane's orgasm as his asshole suddenly started to spasm around his thrusting dick again. Money fucked harder, hammering Kane's sore prostate with his dick while Kane was in the midst of climax. When Money felt his own dick starting to throb, he rammed all the way in up to his balls, grinding his hairy pelvic bone into Kane's muscled ass. Feeling Kane's asshole spasm around his dick, Money shot off one of the biggest loads of his life, battering the project drug dealer's innards with his copious sperm.

Both men moaned and groaned in unison, both enjoying the erotic rapture as their minds and bodies melded into one giant climax. Money felt weakened as he slumped down over Kane's back, his dick embedded into the darker man's bowels while he lay against him. Kane felt the weight on top of him, and spread his legs to allow Money's body to lay comfortably between them. He could feel Money's dick pulsating inside him, undoubtedly filling him with his cum. Kane felt strangely a peace as he basked in the afterglow, squeezing Money's softening wood with his anal ring.

Money relaxed on Kane's back for a few minutes until he regained his strength, then he yanked his dick from his tight hole and stood up. Kane rolled over onto his back, his thick legs spread wide as his 9 and 1/2 inch dick remained rock hard and still oozing cum. He looked up at Money sheepishly, high from the fucking and dazed from the blow to the head. He wasn't even aware of the drying blood line streaking across his face...

"Where you think yur goin', man...?" he asked, as Money began to reach for his clothing.

"I'm outta here...!" said Money, climbing back into his boxer shorts.

"So that's it then...?" asked Kane, stroking his hardon as he gazed over Money's beautifully toned body with smoldering eyes. "You come in here, beat the shyt outta me, fuck me in front'a my gurl, then leave...?" he asked, his husky voice slurred as if he were high.

"That's rite, nigga!" said Money, stepping into his pants.

"I can't even get seconds...?" asked Kane, surprising Money (and himself).

"Naw nigga..., YOU almost got me and my wife killed...! This wasn't no fuck buddy sex..., this was a grudge fuck!" informed Money, pulling his wife beater and pull over shirts over his head.

Kane absentmindedly reached up with his free hand and pinched his own erect nipple, while still stroking...

"So teach me my lesson..., I'm a slow learner...!" he smirked.

Money couldn't help but laugh...

"Yo, I'm out!" he said, shoving his feet into his shoes as he headed for the door. "I gotta go check on my wife...! Maybe I'll pick up where I left off..., --someday!" he added before slamming the door shut behind him.

Kane groaned to himself in erotic frustration as he laid back on the sofa and began jacking himself off towards another climax. He reached down between his legs to feel his tight but well fucked asshole. He found himself able to slip a finger in easily as his dick stiffened in his fist...

On the way out of the building high rise, Money spotted two of Kane's homboiz leaning against his ride, chillen. They got up respectfully when Money approached. "Yall work for Kane...?" he asked as he opened the driver's side door.

"Yeah..." answered the young men (Jahleem and MarliQ (see chap-5 of Roswell Heights)).

"Kane wants yall upstairs..." lied Money, getting into the SUV. He watched the two boys hunch their shoulders at each other nonchalantly, before heading towards Kane's building's entrance. "...oh..., and he's kinda busy inna back, so just walk rite on in, the door's unlocked!" he suggested.

"Kew!" said one of the boys, heading up the walk.

Money smiled to himself as he started the car, taking off to check in on his wife and kid...

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MANAYUNK

52 year old civilian David L. McConnell sat alone in his apartment, watching the evening news when he saw on television that a fire had broken out at The Franklin Institute in Center City. Reporters spoke of a large `high powered black tie affair' happening at the time of the blaze, and that most of the guests had gotten out unharmed, but that there were a few casualties reported inside. "The fire seemed to be contained to a large room that the Institute rented out for the affair..." said the reporter, hesitating as he listened to his earpiece. "uh..., this just in..., --I've just been told that one of Action News' own beloved reporters Chad Bradley may have been one of those casualties..." said the reporter, obviously repeating what was being fed to him. "...he was on his way out of the affair when he was struck by a speeding fire engine coming to put out the blaze...! However, NONE of this has yet been confirmed by police who are NOW on the scene to sort things out! We'll be sure to keep you informed as more news becomes available throughout this broadcast!"

The reported took a second to compose himself, then continued... "In unrelated news..., the body of Philadelphia drug lord Tempest Williams was found dead in a vacant residential home this evening in the north Philly section of town with a bullet shot to the head! Tempest has reportedly long plagued the city by selling street drug to minors, and even enticing gang wars with rival gangs! He gained national attention when he escaped prison twice, the last escape resulting in the injury of police detective Nicolas Hightower, who is said to be recovering well and will soon be released from the hospital to begin rehab. Neighbors who heard the gunshots that killed Williams said they saw a black Lincoln speeding from the scene shortly after hearing the shots! Police are looking for the driver of that Lincoln, as well as the widow of slain alleged' drug dealer Whinny The Pooh' Graham who was murdered not too long ago in a drive-by shooting police believe was orchestrated by Williams. Police don't believe Graham's widow was involved in Tempest's murder, but they would like to bring her in for questioning." "In other news..., the parents of murdered police officer Andrew Roberts are planning a memorial for their fallen son, at the very police station which he once worked. Officers at Precinct Twenty Three are expected to speak in Roberts' behalf. There is no word yet if former police captain David McConnell, --who resigned as Captain from that precinct shortly after the officer's death, --will be attending the service. Roberts' murderer, or murderers are still at large..., anyone believing they may have any information on this case are urged to contact detectives at the Precinct..."

McConnell turned off the television as memories of Andy began to fill his head. Despite what happened with his son Elliott (Andy and Elliott had an affair behind McConnell's back (chap-14, pt-5)), McConnell wished his last words with Andy wasn't from a fight (chap-15, pt-1 & chap-16, pt-4). McConnell was just about to turn into bed, when he heard the doorbell ring.

Not expecting company, he got up from his seat and walked over to the door. Peaking through the peephole, he saw officer Ramone Davenport on the other side. McConell found himself hesitating to let him in...

"Hi..." said Ramone, upon seeing McConnell's unshaven face. "...I know some things were said during our last conversation..., but I just wanted to apologize if I jumped to any harsh conclusions...! I should've known better than to think you would purposely hold back information on a case as important as Andy Robert's...!"

McConnell didn't say anything as his stony face began to soften. "I also wanted to say how much I've missed you over that past few days..." added Ramone, bashfully. "...you really ARE my only friend since emerging from a 2 year undercover sting...!" (chaps-19-3 & 23-3). McConnell smirked. The two men stood in silence for a few seconds while McConnell decided if he should invite the detective in, or make him sweat some more...? Ramone was just about to give up and walk away (with his tail tucked between his legs) when the older man surprised him...

"Come in..." he offered, stepping aside to allow entry.

"Thanks Capt..." said Ramone, squeezing by...

"Not Captain anymore..., just David now...!" reminded McConnell, closing the door.

"I know..." said Ramone, turning to face him. "...if it's any consolation, the department's SHIT without you!"

"It helps..., --a little..." laughed McConnell, walking back into the apt. "Drink?"

"Sure." answered Ramone, looking around the gloomily lit condo. "Where's Elliott...?"

"He moved out, remember...?" answered McConnell, walking over to the bar neatly tucked away in the dining room. "Did you know he's trying out for the Police Academy...!" he added, pouring two screw drivers.

"Really...?" asked Ramone, surprised. "You approve of that...?" he asked, curiously.

"Well..., I'm just glad he decided to focus on a career..." said McConnell, turning around to hand off Ramone's drink. "...after he dropped out of college, he's been unfocused and un-driven! I just want him to grow up and take responsibility!"

"How's it living with his roommate...?" asked Ramone, making general conversation.

"I suspect there's more going on there than Elliott will admit..." said McConnell, taking a sip from his glass. "...but you didn't come all this way just to talk about my son, did you...?" he asked, suspiciously.

"Not really..." blushed Ramone, taking a swig for courage.

"Well...?" said McConnell, waiting...

"I've uh..." paused the detective, about to expose his feelings. "...I've already told you that I miss you..." he continued. "...and I was wondering..." he stopped, taking a nervous breath. "...is there any chance that we could pick up where we left off...? Or maybe even start over...?"

"Start over...?" asked McConnell thoughtfully, rubbing his stubbled chin. "...no..., I don't think we can do that..." he said, doubtfully.

Ramone looked disappointed... "...we know far too many intimate details about each other to start over...! We'd definitely have to pick up where we left off!" he smiled, causing Ramone to break out in a wide grin.

"You SURE...?" he asked, happily.

"Positive!" said McConnell, holding his drink in one hand while slowly slipping his free arm about Ramone's waist. "I've missed you too!" he revealed.

"You really had me scared for a second...!" laughed Ramone relieved, leaning in to kiss McConnell on the lips. The two men kissed timidly, welcoming each other back in their lives. But the kiss quickly took a serious turn as their lips lingered. McConnell hugged Ramone closer as their heads tilted opposite each other. McConnell's tongue found its way into Ramone's mouth as the detective graciously suckled it. With his own free hand, he reached down and began groping the growing log in McConnell's shorts. "Any chance of me getting any of THIS tonight...?" he asked between kisses, squeezing the fattening pipe with his fingers.

"Only if you can return the favor..." moaned McConnell.

Ramone broke the kiss, stepping back as he began loosening his tie. McConnell took their drinks and placed them on top of the bar, then led Ramone into the bedroom...

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McConnell's bedroom was in disarray, showing signs of depression and anger. But Ramone's mind wasn't on psychological observations at the moment. He stripped off his clothes as fast as he could, watching McConnell's every move as the gorgeous older man slowly peeled off his gray boxers and wife-beater to reveal his well toned muscular body.

Once naked the two men met at the foot of the bed. They kisses some more as their hands explored each other's bodies. McConnell's dick was half hard, while Ramone's was fully erect. They rubbed and poked into one another as they stood face to face kissing.

Ramone was the first to go down, sitting on the edge of the bed as he leaned in and began sucking the mulatto man's 9.5" erection. McConnell watched as Ramone carefully peeled back his foreskin, then took the head and 3 inches of the shaft into his mouth. McConnell knew Ramone was no dick connoisseur, being how he had only recently begun to enjoy the flavors of male cuisine.

Ramone suckled the head and first few inches of McConnell's sizable dick, playing with his hairy ball sac while nursing on his crank like a baby lamb. Ramone couldn't believe how far he had come in such a short amount of time; from being a total straight man, to sucking dick and getting fucked, all within a matter of months. He fought against the trappings of drugs and sex for the entire two years he worked as an undercover agent, pretending to be one of Tempest's menial servants while protecting the interest of the department. His cover was so secretive that only McConnell knew about it, trusting no one on the police force after several former cops proved to be on Tempest's payroll (first series [Gardner, Whitmen, Cooper, Justine, and Blake]). Since being freed from his burden, Ramone had come to enjoy the pleasures only another man could give. Thought he had had his fair share of women over the years, there was nothing like feeling another man inside him, using his body for his own pleasures while turning him on to climax.

McConnell watched as Ramone bobbed his head up and down on his dick, his inexperienced pursed lips sucking back and forth carefully, trying not to graze the tender surface with his pearly whites.

After a few minutes McConnell pulled Ramone off of his dick, lifting his head to French kiss his hot mouth. Both men breathed hard through their noses as they sucked each other's tongues and swapped spit. McConnell pushed Ramone up onto the bed, lying him flat on his back before slowly kissing his way down the darker skinned man's body. Ramone moaned softly as McConnell suckled his nipples, then licked a long trial down across his stomach towards his dick. Ramone's dick was standing stiff and tall, already drooling a steady stream of excited pre-cum. McConnell tilted the dick upright, then licked away the dew drops before taking the hard staff into his mouth.

"oh god..." groaned Ramone, his universe centered around his dick.

McConnell licked and tickled the hard bobbing shaft with his tongue, gently painting the dark surface wet with his spit before finally enveloping half the shaft in his mouth. Ramone's stomach sank in as he quickly exhaled, feeling the immediate warmth of the former captain's hot mouth on his manhood. McConnell collapsed his mouth down around Ramone's dick, molding his oral orifice to the shape of the younger man's penis as he began sucking the top half. Ramone squirmed in McConnell's bed as his mouth glided along the smooth slick surface, the perfect ignition to start Ramone's engine.

It felt like it had been some time since McConnell was able to totally relax and enjoy anyone's company, so much has happened to him since the first night he and Ramone spent the night together, wrapped in each other's arms until day break. McConnell tried filtering all negative thoughts from his head as he aligned Ramone's dick up in his throat, then began descending down on the big 10.5" pole. Ramone held his breath as he peeked down over his muscled chest to see his dick slowly disappearing down McConnell's throat. "Shit man..., you do that soooo good..." he groaned, loving the way it felt.

McConnell said nothing as he continued his descent. He felt the fat head stretching his throat muscles as he forced himself to relax by breathing in to open his throat. Suddenly the dick began to push down into his neck, ballooning his throat as the huge black proud phallus passed into his gullet. McConnell pressed his nose in Ramone's pubes, breathing in the scent of his crotch through his nose. Ramone threw his head back in ecstasy, swearing off women for the foreseeable future.

McConnell held his ground for several long seconds as his mulatto face began to redden from the strain. Slowly he pulled back, retracting his lips back up the thick dark shaft, dragging his pink mustached lips back up to the head where he suckled as if it were a big juicy lollipop. Ramone had barely recovered from the first swallow when McConnell began his second attack, taking the big dick back down into his throat. "oh god...! god.., don't stop...!" begged the officer as his dick sank back down into McConnell's velvety throat.

McConnell smashed his face back down in Ramone's pubes, churning his throat around the completely embedded penis before backing back up the rock hard shaft. "Shit..!" moaned Ramone, unable to contain his passion as his dick began to throb. McConnell sensed he had the younger man on the ropes as he went into overdrive and began quickly bobbing his head up and down in the officer's groin, swallowing his dick over and over as his lips pulled at the spit slick surface with gentle pressure.

"I don't think I'm gonna be able to hold off too much longer if you keep that up...!" warned Ramone, knowing he was getting dangerously close to busting.

McConnell considered taking Ramone's first nut in his mouth, but thought better of it as he suddenly spit the hard shaft from his mouth and licked his way down towards his hairy balls. Ramone spread his legs as McConnell suckled his hairy orbs, taking each one into his mouth and bathing them thoroughly in warm saliva before moving to the next. Ramone had never felt such pleasures before as his body reacted to everything McConnell did tenfold.

Leaving the spit soaked sac behind, McConnell lifted Ramone's legs to expose his hairy asshole. Knowing the routine, Ramone hooked his hands behind his knees, hiking his ass into the air as McConnell licked along the ass crack. Parting the muscular cheeks, he fit his face in-between the firm buns and began sucking out the black-button. Ramone groaned uncontrollably as his asshole was sucked. Parting his legs further to give McConnell ample range of his joy-spot, Ramone felt the older man's tongue beginning to drill through his super tight orifice, prying open the tight anal folds. McConnell pulled the ass cheeks as far apart as he could, then pushed his tongue as deep as he could. Ramone squirmed beneath him, trying to escape the exquisite tongue torturing his senses. When he nearly managed to successful roll away, McConnell (getting aggressive) rolled with him onto his side, scissoring Ramone's legs open as he continued to press his face up into his ass.

"Oh fuck...! Damn man..., EAT THAT ASS!" choked Ramone, passionately.

McConnell stabbed his tongue in and out of the anus until he felt it beginning to relax and dilate on its own accord. Soaking his index finger in his own mouth, he carefully inserted it up Ramone's ass, testing the elasticity of the ring.

"Fuck the fingers man..., give me that dick...!" ordered Ramone. "Fuck me, man!"

Obliging, McConnell got up and searched for the anal lubricant, anointing a generous amount to the detective's anus and his stiff curved dick. He got into position between Ramone's scissored legs, then presented his dick head up to the hole and pushed in.

"UURRHHHH...!!" grunted Ramone, feeling the fat bulbous head spread his anus wide. McConnell took his time prying Ramone open, knowing going too fast too soon would only succeed in ending their session early.

Ramone struggled to take McConnell's entire 9.5" dick, but he managed to get the entire phallus sheathed in his rectum. He lay uncomfortable for several minutes (trying to adjust), when McConnell began thrusting in and out. Ramone's dick never lost any of its mast as his asshole strained to house his lover's rod. McConnell pulled back gently, then slowly re-inserted himself, grounding his balls against Ramone's inner thigh.

"Damn that dick's so big...!" he groaned, biting his lower lip as he grinned and bared it.

"You should talk!" reminded McConnell, grabbing Ramone's stiff one as he playfully stroked it in his fist. "Taking this baby ain't no walk in the park either...!" he smiled, slowly sliding his hips back and forth as he fucked.

"But I'm YEARS behind you in experience..." countered Ramone, looking up at McConnell. "...you're only the second man to fuck me...!"

"I know..." conceded McConnell, feeling Ramone's tight anus sucking the hell out of his dick. He couldn't help thrusting up into the hole faster, loving the way it felt wrapped around his plugging shaft.

Ramone could see the erotic look of pleasure on McConnell's face as his eyes rolled back into his head. Ramone loved knowing he was making the older man feel good, that his body and asshole was going to make McConnell erupt with orgasm. Just knowing he would soon be filled with his seed made him loosen up, allowing McConnell's greased dick to slide through him easier. McConnell felt the difference in Ramone's anus instantly. He began fucking him harder, sliding deeper as he positioned Ramone's ankles up on his shoulders. Ramone whined with pain every time McConnell's dick dug too deep, but managed to keep from complaining as he grit his teeth.

McConnell's hips began slapping into Ramone ass as he rectum became slick with McConnell's pre-cum. Soon McConnell was feeding Ramone's hole his entire shaft, fucking him from tip to base with long hard deep strokes. Sweat broke out on Ramone's brow as he forced himself to take the dick. He felt McConnell starting to lose control as he started to pound into him, causing the entire bed to rock with them. Ramone thought he might pass out if McConnell didn't cum soon. But much to his relief, he felt the older man's 9.5" dick swell harder, then felt a series of pulses as McConnell's dick started to hose its load into him. McConnell panted like a marathon runner as the cum poured out of him, pumping fresh and fast into Ramone's accepting bowels as his anal muscles clamped down to milk the shaft.

It took McConnell a few minutes to recover as all the energy was sucked out of his body and into Ramone. Ramone waited patiently as McConnell drained inside him, filling his cup to the brim. When he finally pulled out, Ramone felt empty inside, as if doctors had removed an important life giving organ.

McConnell rolled over onto his back and lifted his legs, lubing his own asshole as Ramone climbed up on top of him. He grabbed Ramone's dick between his legs, then aimed it up to his own anus. Ramone pressed in gently, sinking the head and several inches inside. McConnell laid his head back in the pillows and groaned, feeling the enormous 10.5" dick fill his gut full as Ramone pressed his hairy pelvic bone into his ass.

"Damn..." said McConnell, closing his eyes as he forced his anus to relax. "...now THAT'S a lot of dick!"

"Turnabout's fair play!" smiled Ramone, his own asshole still smarting after the deep dicking he just took. He began pulling and pushing his hips back and forth, fucking McConnell with his big stiff staff. He knew (unfortunately) that this fuck would not last long, as he had already dodged two bullets with Mcconnell's expert dick sucking and ass fucking. He suspected it would only take him a few minutes before he came, --OH but how he intended to use those few minutes wisely!

Ramone began with a steady pace (knowing McConnell was more experienced anally), gradually picking up speed as McConnell's anus became more and more accustomed. Ramone looked down between their thrusting bodies to watch his dark dick sliding in and out of McConnell's wide spread hole, each inward plunge sending his dick balls deep as his hairy pelvis slapped into McConnell's upturned ass.

Both men were enjoying the fuck, using each other to get off. Ramone was up in pushup position, his arms stretched out before him as McConnell rubbed his hands all over his ribs and muscular torso, pinching his erect nipples and sending Ramone into orbit.

Ramone could feel himself quickly getting close to orgasm as McConnell's asshole squeezed and sucked his dick as skillful as any mouth. He plunged himself in and out faster, fucking harder as he drove his hips into the bottom man with increasing strength.

McConnell took each inward thrust like a champ, flexing his hole at just the right intervals to make Ramone reach his peak quicker than anticipated. Ramone found himself forcing his dick all the way up in McConnell's gut as his dick sought somewhere to plant its fertile seed. McConnell tightened his rectal ring just as Ramone's dick swelled like an over cooked sausage, spitting thick gobs of rich dick cream straight into his colon.

"OH god...! Oh damn...! Awww fuck...!" cursed Ramone, losing all sense of time as his body began going into convulsions. McConnell reached back and grabbed two hefty handfuls of his firm ass cheeks and pulled him into him, causing his cheeks to split apart while his dick dug that much deeper.

Ramone could feel his asshole stretch open under the pull of McConnell's hands, the tiny opening accidently losing some of McConnell's seed which began to slowly excrete from the lips. "Oh god...!" groaned Ramone, feeling his dick jump 5 more time just from that sensation alone. McConnell reached up and pulled Ramone's head down into his chest as he spread his legs wider to accept his liquid gift. Ramone moaned like a baby in his arms as his essence was sucked out of him, causing his body to become weak.

"I got you..." whispered McConnell, cradling him in his arms as his orgasm began to subside. The two would lay together like that for 20 minutes before finally parting, wandering into the kitchen for a late night raid of the fridge...

tHE eND __________________________________________________________ thank you to everyone on who wrote in to express their feelings for the characters in this title. I enjoyed writing it as much as you enjoyed reading it. And a special shout out to all my readers on Facebook. Thanks for joining me and giving me your thoughts and ideas. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. –DOGG

Bonus feature...

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PIEDMONT PENITENTARY

The list of new guards had been sworn in and handed their new assignments. Many of the new recruits were scared on their first day behind bars in the all male prison. Despite their training, real life tended to throw curve balls not practiced in drills and class routines, ONE slipup was all it took to have some inmate barreling down on you, forcing you into a compromising position. Guards were taught never to be caught in a cramped place with inmates, and never to be caught with your guard down. There were pictures on file of guards who got too close at the wrong time, getting their throats and faces slashed with shanks, or their assholes busted in gang rapes. The most recent was an corrections officer named Andrew Roberts, who got fucked by nearly a dozen inmates during the prison's last riot before reinforcements were able to get to him (chap-42, pts-1 & 4 of The HOLE).

As the new guards walk through their assigned posts (accompanied by their senior partners), seasoned inmates try to intimidate them with evil looks and gang gestures. If a guard shows any signs of fear, the inmate knows he has a bitch he can influence if he can ever get the guard alone. One inmate attempts to intimidate a rookie guard making his way down to C-Block. The guard pretends not o notice the man's eyes following him as he walked behind his senior escort. The inmate is sure he has a `live-one', and refuses to break eye contact. When the guard glances in his direction, he blows the man a kiss. The guard frowns as he stops behind his partner, waiting to be buzzed into the next section. The inmate takes that opportunity to run up on the officer when his back is turned, wanting to grope his ass to stake claim. The officer has his back to the inmate when he suddenly senses someone behind him, invading his space. Before the inmate could even touch his ass, the guard reached back and grabbed his wrist, twisting it hard as he pulled the man's arm up high...

"ARRRHHHHGGG...!!" screamed the man in pain, hearing bones crack.

The guard moved as fast as lightning as he twisted around behind the man, putting him in a headlock while twisting his arm back behind his back. The fight was over before the senior even realized they were in any danger...

"Good work, Ellis...!" he said, as Ellis forced the man down flat onto his stomach and began cuffing him.

"Damn man..., I was juss trynna say HI n'shyt...! Damn!" protested the inmate, his chin to the floor.

"Yeah, right." said Ellis, pulling him to his feet

Working the prison system would be a piece of cake...