Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-12 MALIK'S DILEMMA
How many hours had passed? Neither knew. The bed was soaked with sweat. Their bodies were covered with the remains of perspiration and cum. Their lips were locked as their tongues dueled for right of entry. Jake gasped, panting hard as he buried the back of his head in the pillow. Peaches was on top of him, his legs spread about her slender body as she humped and pumped her 9 inch black dick in and out of his peach colored ass.
"Fuck me...uhhh! Fuck me..." groaned Jake, loving the way her dick felt inside him.
Peaches was no stranger to fucking straight men up the ass. As a 6 foot tall black transvestite with a 9 inch fat dick, nearly 2/3's of her clients bent over to feel her big dick penetrate their tight male asses. Many were closet homosexuals (or bisexuals), married with children and mortgages, but had a lasting desire to be fucked in the ass. Some chose transvestites because it still gave the illusion of being with a female (it's easier to pretend to be straight if the man you cheat with looks like a woman), while others got off on being dominated by a girly-man. Whatever the reasons, Peaches got good use out of that thick 9 inch pipe she was blessed with. And she was currently using it to drive Jake up the wall.
Jake couldn't get over how good his ass felt. Peaches had been butt fucking him since the moment she returned from the movies. Jake neglected to tell her about his earlier rape (by the motel clerk and 2 big burly truckers), as they were both lost in blissful lust. He broke the soul kiss they shared, and stared up into Peaches eyes as he stroked his own hard cock. Peaches rose up into "push-up" position, and continued to driver her dick straight through the young officer's hole. Jake's cock started spurting hot cum all over his stomach.
"Damn, that's the third time in a row!" gasped Peaches, hammering her cock into him harder.
Jake cried and panted softly as she picked up the pace. He felt Peaches cock stiffen and thicken in width as she slammed herself all the way inside.
"I'm gonna cum...!" she announced, throwing her hair back as the muscles in her slim form began to pop and bulge.
Jake looked down between his legs to see her long fat cock press up inside him, then felt her thick cum load pour into his anal canal like a burst dam. Peaches screamed in delight as she came hard up her cop boyfriend's ass. Jake accepted Peaches load, pulling her head down until they were once again tonguing each like teenagers.
"I love you." whispered Peaches, collapsing on top of Jake as her dick continued to pump and ooze out the last of her juices in his bowels. Jake quietly wrapped his arms around her back, pressing their chests together while nestling his face in her neck affectionately.
"We have to get moving soon. We can't stay in one place for too long." he warned softly.
"I know." responded Peaches, pulling her cock out and rolling over onto her back. Jake eyed the big fat black rubbery cock that had just been in his anal gut, and felt an over whelming desire to taste it. But Peaches was too quick to jump off the bed. "What are we going to do next?" she asked, stretching her arms above her head and giving Jake a great view of her body. Peaches body was in constant contrast of itself. As a man, his femininity, curvy hips, fat butt, soft skin, and A-cup sized surgically implanted breasts, made him look and seem less manly, -while as a female his slim slender body gave more muscular definition than most woman. She was a strange influx of both sexes, which made her sex appeal all the more appealing.
"I...I don't know." admitted Jake. "The police are OUT. The Commissioner's OUT. Kelley's OUT. I have to find someone in the department that will hear my defense and believe me. But I can't risk going to the Precinct and running into Bruce and his boys."
"OH! I meant to tell you what Mercedes told me, earlier!" reminded Peaches, distracted when Jake pulled her into bed offering up his (virgin) ass. "She says that Terminator found out that Tempest Williams turned his son into a male prostitute, and was selling him for pennies a pound!" Jake's mouth dropped in disbelief. He met Gardner's son, he seemed like a...cute kid. "And the only way Terminator can get his son back, is to BUY him from Tempest!"
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. They're supposed to be making plans to meet up somewhere tonight for the exchange. Gardner's son for money."
"This might be just the break I need!" thought Jake, aloud. "With Bruce and them distracted, I may be able to get in to see Captain McConnell! I'm sure HE would be able to help me after I tell him what they've been planning!"
"But isn't that dangerous, Jake? I mean, you have no idea how many cops are on Terminator's pay roll." reminded Peaches.
"Well, I can't just walk in...I'll have to wear a disguise. Something that could get me by the cops, and into the Capt's office."
"You know I'll help out in any way I can." offered Peaches, sincerely. Jake looked up at her face and smiled, then his eyes darted down to her dick. Mesmerized, Jake scooted off the bed, and fell instantly to his knees in front of her. He took Peaches cock into his hand, and watch it grew and thicken. Acting on instinct, he leaned forward and took the fat cock between his lips. Peaches moaned, watching her man suck her dick. She reached down and gently caressed his face and hair as he sucked her dick amateurishly. Jake enjoyed himself as he ran his lips up and down the sides, licking it and wetting it thoroughly with his spit before taking it back into his mouth to suck like a huge fudgecicle. He bobbed his head back and forth, trying to take as much cock as he could without choking to death.
Peaches knew Jake was a novice when it came to oral male sex, but his eagerness to please was enough to have her dick dripping plentiful pre-cum from the tip. Jake could taste the salty cream, but it only made him hungry for more.
He bobbed his head back and forth along the shaft, feeling it fill his mouth to capacity before retreating back to the juicy head. He'd suck the head for a few minutes to gather the taste of cream, then plunge back down on it, jamming as much as he could (about half) into his mouth. Peaches pulled out and began to slap it across his face, leaving spit wet tattoos wherever her cock stung his facial cheeks.
"You want it?" she asked, poising it at his mouth but denying it entrance.
"Yes! Yes, I want it!" panted Jake, stroking his own hardon on his knees.
"Let me hear you beg for it!" teased Peaches, waving her cock back and forth ominously.
Jake's eyes were glued to it.
"Can I suck your cock?" he asked, never taking his eyes off of it. "Can I please take it back in my mouth?" he whispered.
"Why?" asked Peaches. "You want my cum?"
"YES!" shouted Jake opening his mouth wide. Peaches thought he resembled the baby birds she once saw on a nature program where the tiny chicks stretched open their mouths wide for their mother to feed their first worm. Wanting to feed Jake similarly, she pressed her cock inward, pushing between his pink lips and well into the back of his mouth. Jake gagged as the cock head bumped into the start of his throat, but Peaches had a trick up her sleeve. She grabbed Jake by the head, tilted his head back a degree, then buried the rest of her cock down into his startled throat. Jake moaned his the big cock forced it's way pass his throat muscles to lodge deep inside his neck.
Peaches pumped at Jake's reddening face, his lips sealed against her groin as every inch of her 9 inch manhood was buried in Jake's throat. Just when he began to panic, she pulled out. Jake was relieved, and highly turned on as the fat black cock emerged from his throat glistening with his spit. He swallowed, then parted his lips again. Peaches repeated this task over and over, penetrating Jake's throat with each stroke until she felt her pending orgasm reach climax. Quickly she pulled her cock from Jake's lips, and began to jack off profusely. Jake watched Peaches' manicured hand work back and forth, looking up into her face to see if she was about to explode. When he saw her eyes roll back in their sockets, he leaned in and opened his mouth.
"UUUHHHH, OOOHHHH..." groaned Peaches.
Cum erupted from her cock head, splattering streaks of semen across Jake's handsome face and into his mouth. Jake tried to direct the cum directly into his oral orifice, but was caught across the cheeks by at least two streaks as the rest lay against his tongue. Jake quickly swallowed the cum, then opened his mouth for more. Peaches jacked off, shooting more cream into his mouth before removing her hand. Jake replaced it with his mouth, determined to get every drop. He jacked his own cock furiously until Peaches realized that HE was about to cum too. She pulled him up off the floor and replaced him at his knees. She quickly took his 7 inch cock into her mouth, taking it to the root directly into her talented throat. A split second later, Jake unloaded his last load, shooting hot cum directly down her throat and into her belly.
MALIK
After school, 25 year old undercover police officer Malik Jones followed his 15 year old friend (and lover) to the drug house they go to -to receive shipments. This was just the type of lead Capt McConnell and the Drug Enforcement Task Force was looking for. With a hidden camera in Malik's back pack, the police got all the evidence they needed on film to bust the ring. McConnell decided to wait until Malik and Louis left the building before storming in with armed officers to make arrests. Once the two were safely away, 50 officer with guns and riot gear stormed the premises. The shoot out didn't last long, and McConnell was satisfied with the arrest of 6 drug dealers and hundreds of thousands of dollars in dangerous street drugs.
As the suspects were handcuffed and taken out to awaiting police cars, McConnell and his Task Force tallied up the bust. Malik's backpack camera was still rolling. With no microphone in his pack, McConnell could only watch and wait to see where they were going. Malik waited outside the boarded up drug house with Louis that his cousin JJ worked until the door open. McConnell watched as they walked in and were lead down into a basement.
"Find out where that building is!" demanded McConnell, nervous for Malik as he walked into an unknown house without backup.
He cursed himself for not making Malik wear a mic. He watch the video screen closely, trying to figure out what was happening.
Malik felt his heart beating like a drum as he descended the stairs to the basement. He could hear the familiar voices of drug dealers even before he saw them. His asshole pulsed with recall of his last visit. His knees grew stiff and his feet felt like led as he rounded the stairs to come face to face with them. Malik froze when the big guy (Marvin) walked into the room, pealing off a rubber glove as if he'd just preformed surgery.
"Hey, look who's back for more!" he smiled devilishly, tormenting Malik and groping his crotch openly. Malik's eyes bugged at the size of his bulge. "You know the drill kid, up on the table!"
"It's okay..." whispered Louis. "...I got you back babee." he said, patting the gun he had tucked in his jeans. Before Malik could comment, he was grabbed by the collar and shoved into the table. There he could see dozens of steel balls scattered about, still wet and slimy from being excreted from the assholes of other teenagers. He angled his camera-bag to give McConnell a clear view when it was suddenly snatched from his shoulder and tossed onto a opposite ledge facing him.
"NOW, dumb-ass! Undress!" ordered Marvin, sternly.
Malik hesitated when he noticed that the book-bag he was carrying which held the hidden surveillance camera, was facing his direction. That meant that Captain McConnell and any other officers watching would see him being forced to undress.
"I said NOW, dick-wad!" snapped Marvin, slapping the smaller Malik in the head.
"Hey, leave him alone!" demanded Louis, ready to reach for his gun.
"Chill out cuz'n!" warned JJ, taking Louis into the back room to take care of business.
"Yeh! You betta teach yur lil' cuz some manners, else he be up here in hom-boi's place!" informed Marvin, his eyes meeting Louis' as he and his cousin disappeared into the back. "Hurry up and get naked!" he ordered, looking back at Malik.
Slowly Malik started to unbutton his shirt, staring across the walk at his back-pack. He wanted to run over and turn the camera off, but he knew that would draw suspicion. He couldn't have these drug dealers finding out he was an undercover cop just yet, but he couldn't bare the thought of what was about to happen to him on film either.
Elsewhere... "Captain McConnell....I think you need to take a look at this, sir!" called one of the detectives watching the video of Malik.
McConnell had been inside the drug house they busted earlier, helping to gather evidence to convict Tempest's men. He came out to the plain white unmarked police van parked outside the dilapidated residence no one owned.
"What's up, Hightower?" he asks, as he reaches the back of the van's double doors.
"It's detective Jones, sir...he seems to be in...some sort of....bind!" was all the detective could say to describe what he saw.
McConnell climbed up into the back of the van, and took the empty seat next to the detective and stared into the video screen. His eyes widened when he saw Malik being manhandled by another of Tempest's men. The two men (one big, on small) tussled as Marvin forced the clothes off of Malik, then picked him up and body slammed him down on the table top. He grabbed the waist of Malik's pants and pulled until he had successfully ripped them off. Then he took 3 of his large fingers, and stabbed them up the young detective's ass. There was no sound on the video, but McConnell was sure he could hear Malik's scream.
"Find out where they are, NOW!" he ordered the man sitting next to him. The detective got up and run from the van, as McConnell kept a close eye on the screen....
Malik screamed as his asshole was ripped open by Marvin's thick fingers. He turned and twisted them around until he had Malik squirming at the edge of the table. When he found what he was looking for, he withdrew his fingers while holding onto a thick string. The string was connected to a series of metal balls which were strategically shoved up the young man's ass to avoid detection from police should he be caught and searched for parafinalia.
Marvin pulled the string until the first of the metal balls started to push out Malik's tight gripping asshole. The tight hole slowly opened to reveal the metal ball. Malik felt his hole stretching wide as the ball began to exit. The round sphere burst out of his ass with a virtual "pop". Marvin laughed at the painful expression on Malik's face. The kids always screamed and made noise when the balls were extracted, but not as much noise as when Marvin shoved his big tree stomp dick up their asses.
10 metal spheres were taken from Malik's ass, the most any "carrier" could hold inside their rectums before damage is done to the intestines. After the last ball was cleared, Malik knew what was to happen next. As was on his last two visits, Marvin unzipped his pants and pulled out his beer can thick dick, and roughly shoved it up Malik's ass without warning in one hard fast jab. Malik screamed again (louder) as the drug dealer's dick stretched his hole and buried itself deep into his hot tight guts.
McConnell's eyes narrowed as he watched his subordinate (and lover) raped before his very eyes.
"Yeh! Gimme that ass, bitch! You know you want it!" sneered Marvin, holding Malik by his legs as he pumped his hips back and forth, drilling his dick in and out of his straining hole.
Malik groaned and grunted from each thrust Marvin made, his insides fucked and shoved aside to make room for the invading prod.
Marvin was no stranger to butt fucking young men. His years in prison awarded him with plenty of available ass when pussy wasn't accessible. Over time he learned to love the power and dominance he felt when taking a young man's ass by force. The way they fought back, trying haplessly to defend themselves and save their manhood, only to be beaten and raped by a bigger, better, man. And there was no limit to how far he would go. No male of any age was free from his reign. He raped his ex-girlfriend's 13 year old son while she worked late at McDonalds to support them both. He raped his parole officer when he tried to re-arrest him and take him back to prison for parole violations. He raped a chinese delivery-boy who showed up 5 minutes late with his take-out order ("just to teach him a lesson"). He raped other drug dealers. Friends. Family members. Prison guards. Pimps. Anyone "dumb enuff" to get in his line of fire.
Malik wrestled around in pain, trying to adjust to Marvin's dick as it slammed in and out of his body with force. Luckily (since his first anal rape) he's had several homosexual experiences which has helped him to learn how to relax and accept a hard dick. It first happened with Louis, when the 15 year old high school student seduced Malik in his own bed, butt fucking the 25 year old while his police Captain listened outside their door. Then his experience lead him into the arms of McConnell himself, Malik and the 50 year old father of 3 made love several times that first night together. Malik recalled how he took McConnell into his bedroom (after their first encounter on the sofa), and made the handsome older man fuck him 2 more times. By the time McConnell left Malik's bed, the young officer's ass was feeling NO pain. He practically begged McConnell not to leave.
Marvin felt Malik's asshole start to give in and relax under the pressure of his pounding. His dick slipped in and out a little easier, the tight ring still clung to his dick like a glove, but not as painfully tight as when they first started. This only gave Marvin further incentive to fuck harder. He gripped Malik securely about the thighs, and pounded into the hard buttock like a man gone mad.
"UHHHHH, SHIT MAN!!!" yelled Malik, his hands reaching up to push the rapist away.
Marvin merely laughed, loving the panicked look on the kid's face. To him they were "all shit, unless they're givin up the ass". He respected no one. Feared no one and nothing! He was what they called 'a white-man's worst fear', -a big, hard, mean blackman with a dick like a billy-club.
"What's the matter boy? Can't take it?" he taunted between thrusts.
He pulled out of Malik's ass, the width of his massive tool pulling Malik's anal ring outward as the head popped free. Malik felt his insides feel suddenly emptied, like someone had reached in and pulled out his guts. Marvin roughly flipped Malik face down on his stomach, then rammed his dick back up into his ass. Malik grunted as the torrent tool slammed into him balls deep.
"SHIT!!" screamed Malik, still not used to the rough treatment Marvin administered. McConnell and Louis never treated his ass like this. In fact, both man and boy were extremely gentle, fucking him so good that Malik felt his toes curl under their steady charge. Now he felt as if he were being ripped apart from the inside out.
"Yeh, you lil' bitch! Ride that dick!" groaned Marvin, wrapping his thick forearm around Malik's neck and pulling the man up off the table until his bare back was pressed against his chest. Malik struggled, feeling Marvin's hot breath and lips pressed against his ear, his wet tongue flicking back and forth like a snake as he lick at the lobe before drilling it into the ear-hole. He reached down and gripped Malik by the backs of his thighs, turning him around to face the book-bag while holding him so that his feet never touched the floor. Then he bounced the young man up and down on his dick like as if he were 4 years old, completely mortifying Malik as he realized he was in full view of the camera.
Captain McConnell saw Malik's dilemma. He also saw the hardon his lover possessed as he was being raped by the big bruiser. McConnell tried to hold back the anger building in his loins as he eyeballed Malik's stiffy. He feared for Malik's safety, yet he couldn't help feeling mad that he appeared to be enjoying his torment.
Suddenly the van took off.
"What's going on?" asked McConnell to the driver as they tore down the street doing 90, followed by several police cars.
"We've found an address, sir! We'll be there in 10 minutes!"
'Good' -thought McConnell, watching as Malik was lowered to the floor then bent over by the waist and fucked like a DOGG. Malik's twisted face was out of range, but McConnell had full view of Marvin's full front and devilish expression as he continued to rape his lover's ass.
"Hurry!" he yelled to the driver, hoping they would get there before the mad man came inside him.
Malik was forced to bend over forward, his bare feet on the dirty dusty floor of the unclean drug building's basement. His legs were forced far apart, his hands touching the floor as well, leaving his asshole completely vulnerable to assault. He could see Marvin's legs between his own, his pants down around his ankles as his hips slapped into his ass like an open fist. He could see the big man's hairy balls sway back and forth, slapping into his own balls every time he plunged deep into his colon.
"Awe shit, yeh...!" groaned Marvin, feeling his climax approaching. He gripped Malik by his waist and hammered hard into his tight buttock. The slapping sounds of hot flesh filled the room like claps of rolling thunder. Grabbing Malik by the hair, he pulled him back up until his face filled the hidden camera. He grunted several times as he threw in his final thrust, then came like a bull up the young cop's ravaged ass.
Malik felt the thick stud cock thicken and pulse inside him as Marvin tightened his grip on his hips and his hair. He knew from experience that the exploding phallus was filling his anal guts with the hot cum of a criminal. McConnell could tell by the strained exotic look on Malik's face (that he knew all too well), that the young officer was more than likely shooting his own load all over the ground out of camera range.
Malik felt Marvin's dick slip roughly from his ass. His hole felt 10 times bigger than it did before they entered the house. Malik stood as Marvin pulled up his pants, slapping him hard on the ass before walking away satisfied. Malik turned around to find Louis standing nearby, his eyes red with anger as he watched Malik's dick dripping the last of his orgasm on the floor.
"Louis, I...UHG!!" grunted Malik, after he was unexpectedly bitch slapped across the face by the teen.
"You fuckin WHORE!" yelled Louis, reaching back to hit him again. Malik tried to block the punch but was caught off guard and fell back across the room onto the piss dirty mattress Marvin used to rape him on during his second visit. "You let him fuck you again! Again, after we...!"
"No! It's not like that!" yelled Malik, still fending off Louis' blows.
"He LIKED it, youngbuck! He wiggled that lil ass on my dick like a New York Whore!" teased Marvin, laughing at the young lovers as they fought.
"Fuck YOU!" yelled Louis, turning around and pulling his gun from his pocket. He aimed it directly at the big drug dealer, as tears started to run down from his eyes.
"Louis! Put that away!" warned JJ from the side lines.
Marvin seemed unaffected by the gun's appearance. In fact, it only angered him as he started to walk towards the youngster. He slapped the gun from the boy's hand, then punched him hard in the face. Louis fell back onto Malik on the mattress. But disarming the boy didn't satisfy Marvin's lust for revenge. He quickly flipped the unconscious Louis over, and ripped off his pants.
"Hey! Hey! That's my cuz'n!" yelled JJ, knowing what Marvin was planning.
"I don't give a fuck if he's Chelsie Clinton!" snapped Marvin, pulling Louis into position. "He needs to be taught a lesson!"
"NO!" yelled Malik, pushing against Marvin as he aimed his hardening woody up to the kid's tiny virgin hole.
Marvin slapped Malik away, then rammed his dick straight into Louis' vulnerable ass. The teenager screamed in terror as his innocence was quickly stripped away. His eyes bulged as his mind tried to register the most excruciating pain he ever experienced. Malik hear the boys blood curdling cries, and ran for his back-pack. He pulled it down from the ledge it'd been sitting on. It crashed to the ground, then hidden camera falling out into plain view along with the detective's badge as he reached in and pulled out his own gun.
"Stop, or I'll shoot!" he warned, aiming the gun at the back of Marvin's head.
Marvin ignored him, entranced in the new rape of JJ's young cousin. For months he's sat by and watched this "punk kid" walk in and out of their drug house like he was one of them. Marvin would've taken the boy's virginity the first time he met him, except JJ had already safe guarded him with Tempest. But now the little punk thought he was a man, and it was up to Marvin to show him the errors of his ways. His hard thrusts never stopped as he humped into the kid's bare back. Louis screamed, cried, and threatened to kill Marvin as he felt his asshole being torn asunder.
Malik fired the gun into the wall to get Marvin's attention. Marvin spun around, his thick blood coated dick swinging back and forth in the open as his eyes narrowed in on Malik.
"I'm a police officer! You're under arrest!" he said.
"A cop? YOU??" laughed Marvin, thinking of all the times he raped him. "I don't believe it!"
"Believe it! Now put your hands up over your head!" said Malik, trying to sound official.
Louis turned around on the mattress and looked back at Malik. He saw the camera and the police badge on the floor.
"A cop?" smirked Marvin. "We got dirty cops all over our payroll! What makes you think we scared of you?" Just then JJ snuck up behind Malik and wrestled him for the gun. Marvin ran in fast, and started to lay punch after agonizing punch into Malik's face, stomach, and chest. Malik dropped the gun in pain, each powerful blow knocking the wind from his lungs. He fell to his knees with the loud sound of a "pop". JJ quickly turned and ran back up the stairs towards the front door. Marvin then fell to the floor beside Malik, bleeding profusely from the back. Malik looked up to see Louis holding a smoking gun in his hands.
"L...Louis..." started Malik, unsure of the boy's intents as he aimed the gun at the officer. "...pu...put the gun down."
"Fuck you!" yelled Louis, his cute teen face twisted in pain and anger. "You lied to me! I thought you was my friend!"
"I AM your friend!" defended Malik, holding his hands up defensively.
"LIAR! You only used me to get at JJ and them!" screamed Louis, emotionally.
"No! Listen to me Louis...it wasn't like that...!"
"Yes it was! You don't care about me!" yelled Louis. "You don't give a fuck about me! All you wanted was to bust JJ!"
"Your cousin isn't our concern, Louis! It's not him we're after, we want Tempest Williams!" informed Malik. Upstairs they could hear the sounds of police rushing in. JJ and another drug dealer were thrown to the ground as McConnell and his officers rushed to the basement.
"Malik!" called McConnell, stopping at the foot of the stairs, his gun drawn.
"Stay back Captain! I have it under control!" yelled Malik, afraid a shoot out may occur.
"You don't have nothing." said Louis calmly, as he pulled the trigger.
Malik felt the bullet rip through his shoulder. He fell back against the table bleeding. McConnell and the other officers rushed in. Louis put the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger.
"NOOO!!!" screamed Malik.
He caught Louis in his arms before he hit the floor. The gun fell from Louis' hand, still smoking from the bullet. Malik saw the blood flowing from his head in a river of red. McConnell stood by silently, watching Malik cradle the dead teen in his arms.
Part-2
Later.... Temple University Hospital
Detective Malik Jones was taken to the hospital by ambulance with a gun shot womb to the shoulder. The bullet passed straight through, leaving very little work for the attending doctors to repair. But while Malik's body was already on the road to recovery, his mind was fatally wombed. He watched an innocent 15 year old die in his arms. Louis Carter was a kid that had his whole life ahead of him. Malik couldn't help but think it was wasted tonight, and that HE was the total cause of it.
"The doctor says you'll be 'just fine'." said police Captain McConnell happily, as he walked into Malik's hospital room. He quickly noticed the mournful frown on the wombed officer's face. "How do you feel? Are you in any pain?" he asked, walking up beside his bed side.
"No." said Malik, not even bothering to look at the Captain.
"You can leave tonight if you like, but the doctors think it a good idea if you stayed the night for observation. What do you think?" asked McConnell. Malik didn't answer. "Or...I could take you home to MY house." he suggested. "I could take care of you, tonight." he added. "Would you like that?"
"Why would he kill himself?" asked Malik, not really hearing the Captain's words.
McConnell's face softened.
"I don't know, Malik. Maybe he didn't want to go to jail. Maybe he was scared. Maybe he saw no other way out." offered McConnell. "You can't blame yourself for his death. It wasn't your fault."
"He trusted me." sighed Malik. "He thought I was his friend. He killed himself because I lied to him."
"He killed himself because he was a troubled teen with a harsh family history." countered McConnell. "Don't make this kid out to be a martyr Malik. He was a street kid on his way to becoming something very bad. His father did drugs, his cousin sold drugs, HE helped distribute them, HE carried an unregistered gun...he was well on his way to becoming the kind of kid we defend ourselves against every day."
"He was only 15, sir! He had a chance to turn his life around! It didn't have to end like this! So soon!" cried Malik, still seeing his lifeless body in his arms.
McConnell touched Malik gently about the back of his head and caressed his neck.
"You can't keep tearing yourself up about this, son. Some things are beyond our control, and happens for a greater reason."
"What reason is a dead 15 year old?" sighed Malik. "He's never even had a chance to Live!"
McConnell stood silently for a moment. A thought entered his head that he wasn't sure was appropriate to ask, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
"Did you..." he started, pausing to re-think the question. "Were you...in love with him?"
Malik was surprised by the question, but was equally surprised that the answer didn't come to him as quickly as he thought it would. Sure he had feelings for Louis. He was a troubled kid that lacked the proper guidance. When they hung together as "friends", they had fun laughing and talking. Had they been closer in age, they probably could have really been friends. But LOVE?
"No sir, I didn't." he finally answered after careful thought. "He just seemed...lost."
McConnell understood what Malik meant. He stood up straight, arching his back and shoulders as he once again allowed himself to breathe. His heart stood still for the entire minute it took Malik to answer him. He was greatly relieved when Malik answered "no". It was one thing to compete against the teenager for Malik's heart, it was another to have Malik mourning hopelessly over a dead lover. McConnell knew against that, he couldn't win.
"Come on, let's get you out of this hospital."
LATER....
Malik lay in McConnell's bed, his shoulder throbbing in pain. The pain medication he had taken earlier had worn off, and the sutures from the doctor was starting to itch. He got up from the bed out of boredom, and looked around the Captain's room. It was a large one bedroom condominium with painted walls, tiled ceilings, and a spectacular view overlooking the Skullkill River. Malik saw his own reflection in the window as he looked out into the night. He was scantly dressed in just his boxers, the large bandage across his shoulder shown prominently through the glass. He touched the bandage, feeling his shoulder throb. Then he let his hand drop down across his chest and flat stomach to rest on the large lump in his shorts.
Opening the door leading into the rest of the Captain's apartment, Malik walked out into the cool darkened living room to find McConnell fast asleep on the couch. He'd taken Malik home for support, and had given him his bed to recuperate. Malik stood over the older officer, staring down at his half dressed body as he slept. McConnell was only wearing his boxers, along with a thin bed sheet and a pillow. Malik admired the older man's physique, staring at him lustfully from head to toe until McConnell began to stir in his sleep. He woke up to find Malik standing quietly over him, a tent pushing out the front of his boxers.
"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sat up. "Are you hurt? Do you need some more medication?"
Malik never answered, he merely climbed aboard the sofa, aboard the Captain, and started kissing him passionately. McConnell was stunned by the sudden affection, but easily welcomed it as he felt Malik's tongue enter his mouth. Malik pushed the Captain onto his back, and followed him down until he was laying completely on him. McConnell's arms reached around behind the man, and squeezed his fat booty through the thin fabric of his boxer shorts. Malik felt the Captain's dick harden against his leg. Struck with an over whelming desire to taste it, he kissed his way down his Captain's chest until he was suckling the immense hardon sticking up through the fly of the boxers.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked McConnell, feeling Malik's lips surround his meat. "Are you sure you're up to it?"
Malik never answered. He simply sucked as much of the Captain's big dick as he could manage. He bobbed his head up and down as his mouth coated the top half in spit. McConnell laid his head back on the couch and sighed delightfully. He wanted to turn Malik over and fuck him up his delectable ass until he blasted his inside with his hot juice, but thought the kid wasn't up to the challenge just yet.
He looked back down to watch Malik's head bob in his groin, his full lips circled around the width of his mammoth meat as he feasted upon the man's girth. McConnell's dick pulsed, leaking pure pearl drops of semen from the dick tip. Malik could easily taste the salty seed, and sucked harder for the plentiful reward.
"Malik, don't...you need your rest." protested the Captain, weakly. He didn't want Malik to feel like he'd only brought him here to have sex. He wanted him to know that he could count on him for more than that in his time of need.
Malik bobbed his head harder, taking more of McConnell's crown into his mouth. Using his hands he peeled back the extra flap of foreskin, and sucked greedily at the juicy head. McConnell squirmed underneath him, driven wild by the oral attack which was sending him and his cock through the roof. Malik used his hand as a funnel, massaging it up and down the long thick length of the shaft as it followed his active mouth, effectively milking the Captain like a butter churn. McConnell felt his impending orgasm fast approaching.
"Oooo..." he groaned, feeling his balls tighten in their hairy sack. Malik heard the moan, and worked his mouth and fist faster. He could taste more and more pre-cum seeping from the tip. His stomach was now growling for the full load as he went into double-time, ignoring the pain in his shoulder.
"uuhhh...oooo...." groaned the Captain as he clenched the sides of the sofa with his fists. "AAHHHH...!!" he yelled as the cum suddenly burst from his dick to flood Malik's mouth.
Malik choked and gagged, but managed to hold onto the Captain's entire load. He swallowed quickly between spurts, drinking the older man's sperm as if it were water from a fountain. He didn't lift his head until he was absolutely certain there was nothing left to drink.
McConnell looked down at him -sheepishly, then he noticed Malik's own hardon tenting his boxers. McConnell quickly maneuvered Malik until he had his own face buried in the younger officer's crotch, his hard 7 incher pushing into the curve of his throat.
"Fuck me." whispered Malik, spreading his legs.
"Are you sure?" asked McConnell, concerned.
"Yes..." moaned Malik, feeling the need.
McConnell removed Malik's underwear, parted his legs, then buried his face between his brown cheeks. Malik groaned lustfully as he felt the Captain's tongue slide into his warm crack, then dig deep into his hole. He reached down at took the Capt's head in his hands, pulling his face harder into his ass mounds. McConnell used his hands to spread Malik's cheeks wider, enabling his tongue to go deeper. Malik moaned and squirmed until he couldn't take any more. He pulled McConnell's head up from his ass and begged the man to fuck him. To fuck him NOW.
McConnell led Malik back into the bedroom, wrapping his arms about his petite form as he pulled him in close and kissed him hard on the lips. Gently he laid Malik down onto the bed and lift his legs until his asshole came into view. McConnell aimed his cock up to the wet hole without using his hands, then slowly started to push into Malik's ass. Malik's body tensed, then relaxed as the Captain's cock slowly sank inside. McConnell leaned in over Malik, studying his face for any signs of unusual pain.
"Are you alright?" he asked, grinding his balls against Malik's ass.
"uhhh..." was all Malik said in response, adjusting to the foreign invader inhabiting his body.
McConnell started off by slowly pulling and pushing his cock back and forth, effectively massaging Malik's sphincter muscles and prostate. He wanted to be careful not to hurt the kid. Malik had been through enough already, and McConnell didn't want to add to his pain.
Slowly he began to let the pressure build, increasing the speed of his hips every now and then to test the elasticity of the hole. Malik seemed to like the harder fucking better, so McConnell began to drill him deeper but cautiously.
"Yeeessss..." groaned Malik, locking his feet against the Captain's chest and shoulders. McConnell proceeded with care, he knew that he could cause the boy terrible pain with that bullet womb in his shoulder if he weren't careful. But Malik seemed determined to make this sweet fuck a hard one.
He reached up and began twisting the Captain's erect nipples, knowing that would get the older man rolling. McConnell moaned as his hips suddenly took to a mind of their own. His dick was slamming in and out of Malik's gripping hole, plunging deep into his stuffed bowels with every forward stroke.
"Fuck me!" groaned Malik through clenched teeth, reacting to the Captain's thrusts.
McConnell kept his eyes on Malik's face, trying to read his expressions as he fucked his ass with care. Malik's head tossed and turned from side to side, his eyes fluttering as his mouth gaped open with want. McConnell wondered if he was hurting him.
"Harder!" demanded Malik, staring up into the Captain's face with a glossy expression. McConnell obliged the officer and started laying into him with an even deeper, harder thrust. The bed springs began to pop as the head board began to slam against the wall behind it. McConnell's hips slapped into Malik's ass with a resounding clap. Tears started to fall from Malik's squinted eyes.
"HARDER!" cried Malik.
McConnell's mind flashed back to the video screen where he had seen Malik raped by one of Tempest Williams' drug dealers. He recalled the look of utter ecstasy on Malik's face while the rapist had his way with him. The undeniable climax he had when the dealer finally came inside him. McConnell started to wonder if perhaps Malik liked it rough. If getting fucked hard and forcibly was what turned the young cop on, then McConnell would oblige. He'd give Malik the fucking of his life!
Rearing back with his hips, McConnell withdrew, pulling his entire cock from Malik's hole. Malik's eyes popped open in surprise at the sudden emptiness he felt. He began to protest, begging for more, harder, deeper sex. McConnell held Malik's legs pressed tightly against his shoulders, rolling his body back on the bed until his round ass was angled in line with his dick, then quickly rammed forward, burying the entire length of his 9 and 1/2 curved uncut inches.
"AARRRRGGGGHH!!" screamed Malik at the unexpected entry which tore through him like a runaway freight train.
McConnell ground his hips into Malik's ass, savoring the feel of the lad's convulsing rectum along his buried shaft before pulling all the way out again. His cock head exited the tight hole, leaving the soft battered ring to slowly close and reform itself. But before the hole could close completely, McConnell's cock bust through again, ripping pass the tired ring of human flesh and relaxing muscle to bury deep inside the shocked colon.
"Is THIS what you want?" asked McConnell, pulling back to withdrew. He watched Malik's facial expressions closely as he rammed forward. His cock bore back through the young officer's anus and didn't stop moving until the older gent's hairy balls slapped against the butt crack. "Is this what turns you on? You want me to rape you like you were on that tape?"
Malik couldn't answer, for not only was in mind in a state of absolute confusion, the Captain's beast like thrusts were knocking all the wind from his lungs. Malik's mouth gaped open when the full length of the Captain's cock plunged into him a half dozen or so times, but no sound came out. On the last thrust, Malik's cock stated to jump and jerk against his stomach, a second later he was spewing white cream all over his smooth brown skin. McConnell saw the climactic display, and felt the tight pulsing of Malik's anal ring on his cock. He humped hard into the officer's butt until he felt his own climax approach. Ramming his entire cock inward, McConnell came a ladle's worth of creamy sauce in Malik's soupy bowels.
The climax was one of the strongest, toughest ones in McConnell's life. The cum poured out of him in groves, flooding Malik's bowels in a river of white as he fell forward against Malik, his head resting beside his on the pillow behind him as he tired to catch his breath and wait for his heart to slow to normal pace. He could still feel his cock pulsing in Mal's anus, pumping out the last of his seed as Malik's rectum throbbed from usage. 'Two heavy cums in a row, is this kid trying to kill me?' -wondered McConnell as he slowly regained his sapped strength and began to rise up off Malik's limp body. It wasn't until then that he noticed something odd. Malik was crying silently, trying to keep the boss from hearing.
"What's wrong, Malik? Did I hurt you?" asked McConnell, concerned. He withdrew completely then lay next to the shaken officer and cuddled him. "I thought that was what you wanted..." said McConnell, feeling guilty about causing his lover pain.
"I...I deserve it." whimpered Malik, softly. McConnell barely heard him, but understood what he meant. "I deserve to be raped and punished! If it weren't for me, Louis would still be alive!"
McConnell sighed, angry with himself for not noticing that Malik was trying to "punish" himself through rough sex. He knew the young officer wasn't ready yet, but he allowed his own lust to cloud his better judgements.
"Punishing yourself won't bring him back, Malik. He's gone....and you need to realize that you're not the one to blame in this." consoled McConnell, using his hand to gently turn Malik's tearful face toward his own. "Louis could have easily decided to put the gun down and talk to you, rather than try to kill you and take his own life. You couldn't have known he would do something like that. It's not your fault!" He stated, staring the young man in the eyes with a warmth that made Malik feel safe. "Understand?"
"Yes, sir." whispered Malik, staring back.
"David." smiled McConnell, using his fingers to wipe away Malik's tears.
"Huh?" sounded the confused officer.
"David. Call me David when we're not at the Precinct." said McConnell.
"Yes, si...okay, David." smiled Malik innocently before locking lips with his superior.