Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Cocks
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"You can't be serious chief!" shouted Wesley Wisten at his boss.
The police chief had clearly lost his mind! There was just no way the man could have actually meant what he had just said.
"Does it look like I am joking lieutenant?" said the stern bloke, eyes squinting at his underling, daring him to even begin to question him again.
"But we don't know anything about how to act gay!" continued Charles Chestly, clearly not taking the hint.
"I have no better officers for this assignment, and you both know it!" barked their mustachioed leader. "Have you or have you not both come to me with complaints that the rest of the force has been calling you... The Fairy Twins?"
"Yes, Sir... but..."
"The Rookies Queer...?"
"That's because their song was catchy!"
"The Fierce Force?"
"Honestly, that's only Jim."
"The Faggot Brothers....?"
Neither Wesley nor his partner Charles wanted to respond anymore.
"I rest my case," said the police chief. "You two look like such a homosexual couple, I might just fuck you both myself!"
The two lieutenant friends eyed each other on that one. They doubted the man had meant it. But one never really knew, you know?
Both hunks knew they were attractive. Gorgeous even.
Everyone seemed to say so.
Their handsome features framed by their twin caps.
Their thick muscles bursting from their black uniforms.
Their massive cocks tenting their slacks tightly.
Charles a blonde, Wesley a brunette... the youthful pair made quite an eye catching team!
Assigned to be partners by the chief himself, the two officers had quickly become best friends, nearly inseparable ever since.
So much so, that the attractive lieutenants had garnered such just stated flattering nicknames from their peers in no time at all.
And now it seemed such qualities were dooming the hot duo to their next assignment.
To infiltrate a gay men's sex club under the guise of being lovers!
Several men had been reported missing in or around the establishment, and the chief wanted an inside view of what was going on within the darkened windowed building.
Why, oh why, did lesbians not have any BDSM establishments!!? It was just their luck that the lieutenant twins wouldn't have been wanted there anyways.
And so it was the next day that Wesley and Charles were standing in their street clothes in front of Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Cocks, the largest gay sex club in London.
"Are you ready for this?"
"No."
"Me neither. Let's get on with it."
Entering the building, the two blistering hot bobbies were immediately met by a huge hairy shirtless doorman.
"Gentlemen," said the bloke in such a deep manly voice that both officers felt the sound echo through their bodies. "Been here before?"
Both Wesley and Charles shook their heads.
The giant stud eyed them.
"Ever been to a sex club before at all?
Both cops turned red in shyness, and stayed silent.
The muscular major domo sighed.
"Kids these days."
"We'd like to become members though!" spoke Wesley eventually, finding his voice.
"Would you now?" said the colossal leather daddy. "And what makes you think we'd let you join?"
"Uhh... is this not a business?" questioned Charles confused.
"We like to think of ourselves as more of a family," said the hirsute man with a grin. "New visitors are allowed free access to the first floor. Any floor higher up requires being granted further membership access."
"What's on the higher floors?" asked Wesley immediately, naively.
The thuggish doorman just stared him down for even asking.
"We have to be members first?" said Charles, answering for him.
The huge hairy bloke smiled.
"Feel free to tour the first floor however, gentlemen."
Thanking the brute for the not so warm welcome, the two undercover police officers ventured further inside, hoping their assignment might end quickly if they found any information that would lead to the whereabouts of the missing men.
Much to their chagrin however, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Cocks' ground floor was large enough by itself to occupy the two officers for the whole day, and then some. With a huge central mezzanine, a total fitness gym, a seemingly endless open shower, a 24 hour adult theater, and row after row of private booths... the lieutenants decided to split up in order to cover the entire facility efficiently.
"Watch your back Wesley."
"Har har," replied his partner, rolling his eyes.
Wandering through the maze like hallways of the building however yielded next to no results for either. Everything seemed normal. At least normal enough to two straight men alone inside a posh gay sex dungeon!
The patrons of the club, half naked or full bare, were friendly. Several wanted to chat. A few wanted more. But all in all, nothing seemed unusual in any way. If clues to the missing men were inside the building, it certainly would not be on the first floor.
Eventually, tired of being on his feet, Lt. Wesley Wisten found an empty room to sit down for a moment. Closing the door behind him, the handsome officer surveyed his surroundings.
Sparsely furnished, containing only a bed and a wardrobe, the room did not leave much space for the missing men to be hiding.
When a brief check under the bed yielded only used condoms, much to the attractive straight officer's dismay, he moved on next to the dresser. Inside was a bit more interesting.
Whips. Chains. Gags. Cuffs. Flogs. Paddles. Clothespins. Blindfolds. And more!
Everything a hostage taker would need to bind and torture a victim.
Or have wild kinky gay sex all night!
The young officer wondered if a BDSM club might not be the perfect front for a slave ring after all.
But all the items in the closet seemed new and clean and Wesley doubted he'd find any prints on them whatsoever, let alone from the men he was looking for.
Closing the wardrobe, and sitting on the bed, the cute brown haired officer hoped his partner was having better luck.
That's when the door opened, and much to the handsome young officer's shock... a gimp crawled inside.
"This room's taken!" Wesley was quick to call out, but if the leather dude could hear him, the gimp gave no sign.
The club member continued to crawl on his hands and knees toward where the surprised officer sat.
How could the otherwise completely naked man even see with that leather mask on?
Maybe he was moving by memory?
Maybe... could it be he was one of the missing men?
"This might sound like an odd question, Sir, but... are you okay? Like, you want to be here, right?"
The masked bloke just sniffed, and crawled closer once more, grabbing hold of Wesley's legs!
The handsome undercover lieutenant could not believe how buff this dude was!
Should not a gimp... look a bit more... submissive?
But this dude had muscles so big he looked like he could easily take the officer if he wanted to!
Fortunately for Wesley, the man wanted anything but, sniffing his way right to the attractive cop's crotch!
"Okay, Sir, I'm really going to have to ask you to..."
But with a swiftness that could only have come from years of practice, the gimp unzipped Wesley's fly in a flash, wolfing down the lad's fleshy member through the hole in his mask before the officer could speak another word.
"Oh fuck!" bellowed the young man as his sausage was engulfed by the warm, wet throat of the hungry club member.
It felt soooo nice!
The attractive lieutenant should have fought more, should have struggled further, but it had been weeks since the boy had had a decent blow job, and for some reason the straight bloke continued to let the delicious cock sucking occur.
Leaning back onto the bed, Wesley moaned as his manhood was devoured voraciously.
Slurp!
Suck!
Lick!
Gobble!
The officer was supposed to be undercover as a gay man, but this was definitely taking the assignment a little too far! Wesley had never experienced a blow job this good before! Whomever this man was, he was a pro!
"Fuuuuck," groaned the now sweating boy as his shaft was given the most loving tongue bath he could ever imagine.
Unconsciously the lad's hips began to surge forward, thrusting his slick pole deeper into the mouth of his new partner.
Speaking of... where was Charles? What if his best friend walked in on him like this? With another man chowing down on his cock in wild abandon!
"Dude!" whined the officer. For some reason the danger of being caught, acted like an erotic thrill to his dick, stiffening the boy's greasy rod even more as it lay embedded down the gimp's esophagus.
"Oh fuck me!"
The handsome officer did not have reason to worry, however, as his best friend had found himself, similarly "entertained" as well.
Lt. Charles Chestly, also coming up empty handed in his search for clues, had decided to start trying the many unmarked doors of the sex club at random. Most had been locked, but eventually the blonde stud had found one that gave way, revealing nothing but darkness beyond.
Darkness, and the sound of soft whining.
Could it be crying perhaps?
The officer had to find out!
"Hello! Is everybody alright in here?" asked the hot bloke as he hesitatingly stepped inside.
No answer.
Only more whimpering.
"Sir? Do you need any assistance?" questioned the muscular officer again, knowing the man was most likely engaged in an activity he did not want to know.
Just then, the door slammed shut!
The young lieutenant was now standing in total darkness!
"Hey! What the..." shouted the boy, caught off guard by the sudden lack of light.
But before the attractive blonde could recover, hands were on him, bodies pressed against his own!
How many there were, Charles could not say. But hungry these men were, hungry and naked!
The officer found his shirt lifted and his torso sucked by their needy mouths, sucking his nipples inside their lips, and leaving long trails of saliva across his chest.
Similarly his bulging muscular limbs were licked soaking wet by the darkness hidden inhabitants of the room. Insidiously ticklish tongues slurped across his rounded flesh, as the boy struggled to regain his footing.
"Hey... no... ah fuck!" moaned Charles, caught in the overwhelming ecstasy of the thirsty mouths as they searched his body for every drop of sweat they could find.
Every inch of the hot hunk's strong frame was sampled by the naked members of the club, until one finally freed the lad's aching erection from his shorts, and buried it down his throat.
"Aaaaaa!" yelled out Charles in bewildering pleasure as he felt his cock engulfed in the wet warm sleave!
His moan however was caught by another of the club's denizens, as the horny naked man enveloped the boy's mouth with his own.
The officer's eyes surged from their sockets as a sticky tongue danced with his own inside his mouth.
Charles' whole body was being slurped all at once!
The muscular blonde stud had never felt anything like it!
Instead of trying to fight the sex that had so suddenly been forced on his body, the handsome hunk now relaxed into the hot embrace of the many men holding him still.
What would Wesley think of him if his friend knew what he was allowing to occur to his body? The shameful thoughts made the officer's wet frame tingle in embarrassment!
If only he knew how much Wesley was equally groaning in horny unbridled lust!
If only he understood how quickly his best friend was approaching his own fiery climax as well!
When Charles felt a hot mouth start to suck at his winking rosebud, and when Wesley felt the gimp slobber his nutsack into his throat alongside his slick shaft... both officers came at the same time!
Squirt after squirt of their manly goo jettisoned from their throbbing erections as the undercover lieutenants orgasmed their nuts dry inside the gay sex club.
"FUUUUUCK!" they both called out in unison, unknown to one another, cumming themselves into a hot sticky mess.
When each finally opened their eyes, the two officers found themselves alone in their respective brightly lit abandoned rooms. The only item their sexual partners had left behind was a card to each.
Invitations for initiations to Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Cocks' higher levels!
Their invistigation unfinished, they each knew they had to return!