Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Cocks 2
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Wesley and Charles once more stood in front of Locked Stocks, London's largest gay BDSM sex club.
This time however, the handsome gentlemen were not wearing their undercover street clothes.
Instead the lieutenant twins were now dressed head to toe in leather sex gear!
And both straight men were acutely aware of the looks they were receiving from passing bystanders as they waited to enter the club.
"I feel ridiculous."
"You are ridiculous."
"I feel like I'm wearing a whole cow."
"Just make sure you don't get milked like one."
Wesley turned beat red.
He had not told Charles how he had earned his invitation to tonight's initiation.
Similarly, though Charles had not informed his partner of his own orgasmic ordeal. And neither intended to ever say a word about it. They still had a job to do for the chief!
Both invitations had ordered the pair to arrive tonight dressed in such leathery attire, and the best friends had spent most of the day trying to acquire the right items. But when neither could tell if what they were looking at was either a sling or a scandalous suit, it had taken them far longer than expected to purchase the necessary gear.
"Okay, I'm getting tired of waiting out here," said Charles.
"Right behind you, partner," smirked Wesley.
It was just their luck that the huge hairy bloke from before was still manning the door.
The giant stud smiled when seeing the attractive pair once more.
"You've decided to return, gentlemen," said the man in his deep rumbling voice.
"Uh... we have invitations to tonight...." said Wesley a bit unsure of himself, hoping the man would know what he was talking about.
He did.
But his answer shocked them both.
"It seems like there's been some sort of confusion though chaps, you've come in the wrong attire," said the fur covered shirtless doorman with a massive wicked grin.
"I knew we should have gone with the latex!" exclaimed Wesley.
"I'm afraid that also would not have sufficed," said the bloke with a chuckle. "But not to worry gentlemen, I have some costumes in reserve."
The muscled hairy hunk then dangled 2 sets of handcuffs in front of the undercover agents.
"Where's the rest of it?" asked Charles confused.
"You want in? These are all I got," said the major domo of the club. "Now strip, gentlemen!"
It must have been the man's commanding tone, but whatever it was, both officers obeyed the order nearly immediately!
Removing their leather gear while standing in the lobby of the club, both attractive young men had never felt more embarrassed! What they would not do in the line of duty!
Eventually standing buck naked in front of the older, stronger doorman, the two smooth lieutenants could not meet each other's eyes as they tried to cover their crotches with their hands.
The hirsute hunk however indicated that this just would not do, and both soon had their arms cuffed behind their backs, their long thin cocks dangling into view of one another.
Escorting the now appropriately dressed duo to the elevator, the doorman made one last joke at their expense.
"Let me get that for you, gentlemen," said the man as he punched the button for the second floor for the two guests who could no longer use their hands.
Once the elevator doors slid closed, Wesley turned to face his equally naked partner.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"Sure looks like you're feeling something, Wes."
Lt. Wisten had a semi!
The virile stud's body was reacting to both his nudity and his situation!
"I'm not the only one, Charles!"
His partner was sprouting his own half hardon as well!
The two lieutenants stared at each others' pale members as if hypnotized, never having seen their best friend's wood full on before.
The only thing that broke the spell, the beep of the elevator doors as they arrived at the second floor!
Sliding open, the darkened room beyond held a sight that shocked the undercover cops into jaw slackened silence.
The room just outside the elevator was absolutely filled with men dressed as police officers!
"It's about time we had some thieves arrive!" the boys heard called out, as the crowd turned to face the new arrivals.
Wesley and Charles were the only naked ones in the whole gathering!
Every last other man was dressed as they should have been, as cops!
But the lieutenant twins were the only actual real ones!
What an ironic theme to have been chosen at random....
"Just stay cool Wes..."
"What else should I do, Charles. I'm handcuffed!"
A large, heavyset elderly man wearing a police uniform and a fake badge trotted into view.
"I believe you two beauties are our new initiates, are you not?"
Both men nodded.
The man smiled warmly.
"Splendid. Just splendid!" said the rotund dude, laughing as he did. "We are always looking for new... members..."
Taking Wesley by his manacled bare arm, the man continued his chit chat.
"How long have you two been partners?"
"We're not partners!" exclaimed the muscular lithe lad, confused.
Charles kicked him.
"We've been together a few years now," answered the blonde for him.
"Ah love," said the overweight bloke. "I hope you don't mind being apart for awhile tonight. We like to meet our initiates individually as we make our decision."
"Fine with me."
"A-Okay."
Both men spit out at the same time, a bit relieved to no longer be forced nude alongside their friend.
But the embarrassment wasn't to cease just because the two friends were no longer in sight of the other, because for the entire rest of the evening, the real cops' bare buff bodies were to serve as entertainment for the other far more clothed guests.
While the older clientele dined and drank, Wesley and Charles had their torsos groped and grabbed by a nearly endless set of horny hands. Pinching their nipples, massaging their abs, ruffling their hair.. the two young studs were felt up by the club members as if they were 18 year old chicks whom never quite made it to the dance.
And for whatever reason, the shame made the lads' cocks surge. No longer just half erections, their proud hard stiffies wobbled to and fro in front of their washboard bellies, much to the delight of the soiree's attendees.
The naked undercover agents' eyes would bulge each time their manhoods were yanked or tugged by one of the older men, and short yelps would escape their cute mouths whenever one from behind would slap their rear ends.
One mustachioed guest whom had taken a shine to Charles, began to offer the cuffed blonde sips from his drink, forcing the champaigne to spill down the cheeks and chest of the hunk as he tilted his glass too fast.
"That's okay... Sir... I think I've swsahsws.." choked Charles as the alcohol dribbled down his chin.
The liquid made the officer's chest glisten in the darkly lit room.
Soon the blonde hunk began to swoon from the effects of the drug, becoming more relaxed with his nudity and the men around him.
Meanwhile a tall hairy bloke had wrapped his furry arms around Wesley as the boy tried to talk to the man in front.
"Oh yea, Charles can be a real dumbass sometimes you know."
The smooth lieutenant tried to ignore the man behind him further when somehow the dude's rough callused hands found their way around his manhood.
"He's such a...dork...uh...uh..."
Wesley was having difficulty concentrating as a sheen of sweat broke out over his muscular young body!
The man in front of him grinned, obviously aware of why the nude lad was having trouble talking.
"I don't know what... oh fuck... he'd do... without...me..."
The fist slowly jerking the lieutenant's meat had become slick and wet with the boy's precum.
"Sir.. uh.. if you don't stop.. uh.. I think I..."
But the hairy tall man behind him continued the boy's maddeningly slow handjob, despite his meek protests.
Leaning back into the costumed bloke's chest, Wesley's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock exploded in full view of many of the party's guests!
Squirts of sticky wet cum erupted from the lad's quivering shaft to paint the ground in front of him.
"Oh fuck Sir! Oh fuck Siiiiiiiir!" whined the naked lithe officer as he was exquisitely milked in full view of the costumed crowd.
When Wesley next opened his eyes, both the man in front of him, and the one behind had retreated into the throng of fake police officers.
The sweating smooth hunk could not believe he had just been jerked to a soaring climax in front of them all!
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" called out the large, rotund man whom had greeted the boys when they had first left the elevator. "It's time we tell our initiates of our decision!"
Wesley and Charles were next shuffled to the center of the room, as the horde of costumed guests flanked them on all sides.
"I'm happy to announce boys, that we have chosen to let you continue your advancement within our club!"
Both officers were relieved to hear that. At least this night's efforts would not be in waste!
"However.. the way our little group of ours works.. is that you each will be trained on the path most fitting to your natural inclinations."
The lieutenant twins however did not really know what at all what he was talking about!
"Charles," said the heavy man to the blonde. "You will be placed on the dominant track."
"And Wesley," continued the smiling bloke. "You will be on the submissive track."
The two undercover best friends side eyed each other hard!
What the hell did that mean!?
"Now I know... being lovers for some time..." the man's eyes twinkled mischieviously. "This won't be all that hard for you both. However, in the spirit of your new roles.. we'd like Wesley here to service you Charles as one final step in tonight's initiation."
"What sort of service do you think he needs?" said Wesley confused.
"He means blow me, Wes," whispered Charles.
"Blow you!" said Lt. Wisten shocked.
"I'm sure it won't be an issue!" said Charles loudly, trying to cover for Wesley's outburst, his eyes urging his friend to play along.
"It's the only way we will get to see the rest of the club, Wes!"
His best friend just stared at him in disbelief.
"Do it for the men, bro. The men we came here for."
Wesley glared at his partner angrily, then sank to his knees in front of him.
The lad had a job to do as an officer.
And it now required this.
To suck his best friend's cock!
"You owe me, Charles," he breathed while staring up at his partner above.
Glancing down at the shaft wafting in front of his face, the blonde's long thin cock looked more like a weapon.
A dripping, greasy, fleshy weapon.
"We are waiting gentlemen."
Charles nodded insistently for his friend to continue.
Wesley then closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and leaned forward.
Charles' cock sank inside.
"Oh fuck!" moaned the drunk blonde.
Wesley had actually done it!
His dick was now stuffed down his best friend's throat!
And it felt soooo good!
Wesley on the other hand was trying not to gag from the experience!
He could taste Charles' precum sliding down his esophagus as the cute brown haired boy struggled to breathe through his nose. A nose that was buried in his best friend's blonde pubic hair!
His eyes watering from both the effort and the shame, Wesley stared up at his friend, maybe hoping to find mercy.
Instead the other lieutenant had clamped his eyes shut, overcome by the sensations of his hard rod engulfed by the warm wet sleeve of his partner's throat.
"Fuuuuuck!" moaned Charles in ecstasy, as the muscular naked blonde stud experienced a blow job in front of the other attendees. He was beginning to like this inititation!
But if Wesley was to fake years of oral expertise, the overwhelmed straight lad failed to even try. Instead he just stayed still, Charles' manhood buried in his mouth to the hilt.
"Ahem Charles," interjected the defacto leader of the gathering. "Maybe it's best if you begin your training as a dom, and assist your... partner... with his chore."
The undercover officer then felt his hands released from his cuffs, and instinct immediately made the stud grab Wesley's cute brown hair in his fists.
Beginning to hump the boy's open mouth, Charles was starting to feel the pleasure of being in charge!
"Fuck yea!" grunted the sweaty hunk as his muscular toned body flexed, his hips bucking forward repeatedly.
Slobber spilled from the corners of Wesley's mouth as the shocked lieutenant began to be face fucked by his best friend!
What was his partner doing!!!?
"Take it Wes!" ordered Charles. "Take my fucking cock!"
Handcuffed, naked on his knees in front of his friend, there was nothing Wesley could do to resist as his throat was fucked ever faster and faster into a pussy!
He felt so humiliated!
So ashamed!
The force fed lieutenant could see the other club members begin to jerk their dicks behind Charles!
His partner was putting on a show for them! Each time his friend's slick rod sank through his lips, Wesley knew it was turning on the men around him.
He was being used as their whore!
And for some reason the boy's own hard cock was wet and dripping untouched beneath him because of it!
The studly police officer felt so confused! How could he be getting off on this!?
But getting off on it he was, as the chained lad's rock hard length quivered in the air for more of the taste of his friend's meat.
Charles' whole muscular smooth frame shown in the darkly lit room, as his body thrust forward again and again like a well oiled machine. He was the center of attention now, and his mind loved it!
For some reaon he wanted to show his new friends exactly what a stud he was!
The blonde hunk began to rabbit fuck his best friend's face, his slippery cock pistoning into his partner's mouth with wild abandon!
Wesley's eyes surged from their sockets as he was forced to chow down, head to hilt, on Charles' manhood over and over, drool spilling from his luscious lips.
This wasn't an act anymore! Charles was into it!
Soon the blonde dominant officer felt that familiar churning in his nuts, and knew the time was now coming for his release.
Grabbing his kneeling friend by his ears, the hot hunk let his bestial instinct fully take over.
"Swallow my load bitch!" commanded the dominant partner. "Drink my seed, Wes!"
Charles then felt himself hurdle over the edge of ecstasy, his manhood unloading his gooey spunk deep down the throat of his best friend.
Wesley felt his comrade erupt inside him, the man's sticky balljuice filling his mouth to the brim. Forced to swallow the slimy liquid in order to breathe, the cute lieutenant got his first taste of what it was like to be a submissive bitch!
Much to his shame, he may have just loved it!
Both men would be returning to the club tomorrow, each unsure if it had anything to do with their jobs any longer!