Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-25 UNLAWFUL PATHS
The PRECINCT
Captain McConnell was beside himself with anger. The media was a feeding frenzy, blaming "choppy police work" for the unusually high number of criminals being sent back onto the streets after such a highly publicized arrest a few short weeks back.
Mayor Edwards went on television to announce he was acquitting those who were arrested on the day in question for "unlawful arrest", when police had a shoot out with alleged "drug dealers" on Ogontz and Drumming. No arrest warrants had been issued, and the city saw fault in their "illegal" arrest (chaps 16-17).
On a separate note, the Mayor also disclosed a new budget, cutting the number of available officers (in the poorer sections of the city). McConnell saw this as a direct link to Tempest Williams. Somehow, the infamous drug dealer had somehow got a hold of the Mayor, and was using him as his puppet. McConnell had no way to prove this of course, but was sure that that was the case indeed. He needed to clear his head, and instantly thought of Malik and their mounting problems. He called detective Hightower into his office. Hightower was a surveillance specialist. He asked him to do a "favor" for him, "off the record" of course.
"Anything, sir." said Hightower, a dedicated father of 4.
"I need you to follow Malik for a few days...., keep a log of where he goes, and what he does." said McConnell, as nonchalantly as possible.
"Is this official sir? Is something wrong?" asked Hightower, concerned.
"Unofficial business, James. I'm just..., concerned. Malik's been through a lot lately, and I want to keep an eye on him, is all."
"Yes, sir. I'll get right on it, sir." answered Hightower, leaving McConnell to wonder if he was doing the right thing.
JAKE VALENTINE
Malecee Cortez woke up that afternoon, and left to go jogging before Jake could wake up. He wanted to be miles away when reality came into play. He wasn't ready to face his feelings. He'd never been involved with a guy before, like he was involved with Jake. Sure he's messed around, even allowed a fag or 2 to suck his dick on occasions when girls weren't available, he's even fucked a few when he was too high to care over the years..., but this was different, this was...
After an hour or so of jogging, Cortez ran back to his apt building. There was still a couple of hours before his shift started at the Precinct, and he really needed a shower before work. He came into his apt, tossed his keys in the usual spot, and peeled off his sweaty jogging shirt. He walked into the kitchen, going straight to the fridge to grab a bottled water. As he turned it up to his lips, he realized he wasn't alone.
"You're back." said Jake, sitting at the table, drinking a beer. Malecee nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Jake!" he said, startled. "I thought you'd be gone by now." he added, turning the water up to act casual.
"Don't have my car." said Jake. "Is that why you left? Hoping I'd be gone when you returned?" he asked, sounding disappointed.
"Let's not go there!" said Malecee, walking out of the kitchen. Jake quickly followed.
"Is that what you do? Fuck a guy, and leave a guy? No emotional attachments? No stings involved? No commitment? Just fuck him and go?"
"Yeah, that's right!" said Malecee, spinning around suddenly. "If I wanted emotional attachment, I'd fuck a girl!"
"So why didn't you?" asked Jake.
"Cause I had you!" said Malecee, coldly. Jake couldn't help but feel used, yet again.
"Fuck you, Mal!" he said, walking by angrily. Malecee grabbed his arm. Jake pulled away, then shoved Malecee in the chest hard. Malecee fell backwards into a cluttered book shelf, nearly topping a whole shelf.
"What's your problem?" he asked, clueless. "Damn, you're acting like a fucking girl!"
"I suppose you'd think so, since you fucked me like one!" said Jake, storming for the door.
"Look Jake..., don't be like that." said Malecee, feeling guilty. Jake stopped at the door, his hand on the knob. "Look..., I'll drive you home. Just let me shower first, okay?" Jake said nothing, as he stood by the door exploring his options. Malecee walked over to him, pressing his sweaty front to Jake's back. "You don't really want to leave mad, do you?" he asked. Jake could smell the sweat emitting through Malecee's pores. He breathed it in deeply as Malecee started nibbling his neck and ear. Jake turned around, looking Malecee in the eye.
They stared at each other intensely, each exploring the other's character just by the gaze of their eyes. Jake wasn't too sure of what he saw, unable to truly read what was going on in the man's mind. But Malecee knew exactly what Jake was feeling. It scared and excited him all at once, as he leaned in and kissed the man he made love to twice last night. Jake returned the kiss, passionately. He'd been through a lot lately with sex and his sexuality, he was finally ready to explore it on another level that didn't involve him being tied down and sexually forced. Cortez wasn't used to having feelings for another man, but we all had to start somewhere.
After a very passionate kiss (which involved a lot of tongue), Jake slowly slid down the wall, until he was face to face with Malecee's crotch. Malecee laughed as Jake started to untie his sweat pants. He resisted Jake pulling out his cock, feeling funky from his run. But Jake pressed on anyway, taking the hard spanish morsel into his mouth, taking all the sex, sweat, and funk as he swallowed it down until his nose buried in the musky wet pubes.
"You know you wrong for doing this..." groaned Cortez, feeling Jake's throat around his dick. He leaned forward with his elbows against the door, while Jake devoured his manhood like an expert sword swallower. It wouldn't be long before he'd be white washing the cop's tonsils with his load.
POLICE HEADQUARTERS
The click of high heel shoes echo across the floor. The heads of men turn, as the sexy 5 foot 6 form of a female walks through the lobby. Many who see her, mistakes her for Jennifer Lopez. The slink in her walk as she switches her high round buttock, highlighted by the short mini of her skirt, are unmistakably J-Lo.
"I'm here to pick up Sapphire and Jasmine!" said J-Lo, staring up at the desk sergeant.
"Who?" asked sergeant Stacy, looking down at the celebrity as if she were speaking french.
"Read my lips..., SAPPHIRE and JASMINE*!" said J-Lo, spelling each letter loudly.
"You're kidding, right?" asked the sergeant.
"uh..., I think she means the 2 QUEENS in the back..." whispered another officer, over hearing the exchange.
"OH, you mean Pablo Manendez and Terrence Sykes? The 2 fruit cakes that mutilated the natural bodies god gave them, to become the FREAKS they are now?" asked Stanley Stacy, a fat balding round cop with 18 years on the job. "They're on their way down sweet-heart." J-Lo waited, watching the eyes of men roam her tight rican body. She wore her extra big wide pony-tail wig, the one which cascaded down around her soft feminine shoulders and the long of her back like a movie star's should. She wore giant dark sunglasses, to hid her celebrity identity (thought the average onlooker), but in fact was worn to hide the shiner she got from her pimp, -Tempest Williams, after he stole her back from his drug lord partner -mr POOH (as in Whinny the...).
Sergeant Stacy couldn't help staring at the would-be celebrity standing before him in the middle of Police Headquarters. He stared at her perky bosom, her high plump ass, her small waist, soft tan skin, and feminine natures; and asked..., "Are you one of those girly-boys?"
"Girly-boys?" asked the J-Lo look alike.
"Yeah, girly-boys! You know..., she-males!" asked Stacy, curiously. "Cause if you are, I have to say that you are damn sure passing!"
Mercedes peeked over her dark sunglasses as the 50+ aging white male, as if he were an insect. Just then her 2 friends came off the elevators with an officer escort, dressed in male clothes. They looked like 2 fish out of water.
"ewww..., what happened to you two?" asked Mercedes, staring in disbelief. They actually looked like BOYS, dressed in oversized jumpsuits with no hair or make-up to help hide their feminine features from the other inmates (it didn't really work though, the arched eyebrows were a dead giveaway).
"Please..., don't asked." said Terrence, better known as Jasmine. "Chile, I can't WAIT to get out of these ugly boy clothes and back into our dresses!"
"Well Cinderella, just call me your fairy god-mother!" said Mercedes, dropping a duffle bag full of hair, clothes, and make-up onto the floor. Terrence and Pablo grabbed up the bag, and ran for the nearest mens room with Mercedes in tow. 15 minutes later, 3 gorgeous girls emerged, dressed in stilettos, sequence dresses, wigs, and enough make-up to run a small make-over counter.
The attention they got as the stormed across the lobby and out the front doors were nothing short of show-stopping. A long black limo sat outside the Headquarters, with "Mayor" tags on the rear plates. They walked over to the rear door, the driver holding it open as they fashionably entered, greeted by their host...
"Tempest!" shriek Sapphire, grabbing a seat next to him as Jasmine settled in on the other side. Mercedes sat on the opposite seats facing them, along with Tempest's first girl -Peaches. "We KNEW you'd come for us!" they smiled, happy to be in his presence again.
"You know I couldn't leave my 2 best girls behind." smiled Tempest, surrounded by all his ladies. "The 2 jewels in my harem!" Mercedes and Peaches smirked, having heard the same compliment at one point or another.
The limo slowly pulled off down the street, headed back towards North Philly.
MALIK JONES
27 year old drug dealer Marvin Rollin sits down with his lawyer to discuss his options. Marvin wants to know why criminals for Tempest Williams are being released left and right, while he still sits behind bars awaiting trail. The lawyer explains that most of the other arrestees were released do to conflicts with warrants on a particular date in question, that preceded Marvin's arrest. "Plus" he adds, "you're arrest involved an assault on an officer, and the death of a 15 year old boy."
"I ain't kill no boy! He shot his own self in the head!" said Marvin, leaning back in his seat, seated across a metal table from his lawyer, his hands cuffed behind his back (as requested by council).
"I see..." said the lawyer, not really caring. "I have your statements, and my office is working vigorously on your case mr Rollins. You have nothing to worry about." he said, gathering his papers as he prepared to leave in hast.
"Just get me out of this mother-fucker!" said Marvin with authority.
"I will." said the lawyer, breaking camp to get out of the tiny interrogation room.
Marvin sat there as one visitor left, and another came in.
"Officer Malik...." he smiled, his dick growing hard under the table as soon as he saw him enter. The officer on duty closed and locked the door behind him, giving them privacy. "Back for some more dick?"
"That was our agreement, right?" asked Malik, his own dick starting to tent his pants. "You ordered me to come back to see you..., or else you'd tell my secret, right?"
"Not to 'see' me..." corrected Marvin, leaning back. "...2 fuck me!" he added, bluntly. "So you gonna give me that ass today, officer-detective?" asked Marvin, tormenting Malik more. He loved watching the young officer squirm with conflicting emotions. He knew Malik really didn't want to like what was happening to him, he just couldn't help himself. He was a victim to power. The power of the DICK!
"How do you want it?" asked Malik, wanting to get it over with.
"Bring that sexy lil' ass over here, and sit on this dick!" ordered Marvin.
Malik undid his pants, and stripped naked from the waist down as he approached the seated prisoner. Marvin scooted back in his chair, dragging the metal legs across the floor with a loud scrap. He slouched down in his seat, thrusting his hips forth as an incentive. "I see you all excited about it." he teased, seeing Malik's hard 7 and 1/2 inch dick sticking from beneath the tails of his dress shirt. "Take out my dick, detective." he ordered, flatly. Malik reached for the zipper in Marvin's jumpsuit, pulling it down to expose his hardon. Malik stared in awe at the huge fat 10 inch tree trunk thick dick which has wrecked his ass on several occasions. He began stroking it in his hand without being told. Marvin smirked, knowing Malik was dying to have it inside him. "You want that, babee?" he asked, watching Malik's expression. Malik looked mesmerized. "Get it wet."
Malik leaned forward, taking the huge dick between his lips. Marvin watched as the detective bobbed his head up and down in his lap, licking and sucking at the fat hard penis, getting it slick with his own spit. He could barely get his mouth around the girth, as he stroked his hands up and down and toyed with the big bloated hairy balls. He ran his tongue up and down the sides like a huge sucker, his own dick already starting to drip with excitement.
"Sweet..." moaned Marvin, loving the control he held over Malik, even while handcuffed. "...now sit on it."
Malik stood up and straddled Marvin's legs. He'd already pre-greased his asshole before arrival. He reached back and guided the tree trunk thick cock up between his buns, and eased back on it. Marvin watched Malik's face tighten as the head entered, stretching his hole wide. "Take that shit man, you know you want it! Get it in you!"
Malik stifled a loud groan of agony as he eased up off the dick, then sank back down on it, taking more of the shift inside. "aaaaaahhhhh..." he sighed, feeling impelled. He eased up once more, then sat back down on it. Marvin surprised his last descent by shoving his hips upward, burying his meat in the convulsing hole. "AAHHH!!" shouted Malik in a short burst of extreme pain. He fought the urge to jump up off of it and go running. Instead, he grit his teeth and bore down, taking the full length inside.
"Thas my boi!" smiled Marvin, feeling Malik's asshole snap closed around his dick base. Malik sat completely still as his asshole adjusted to the pain. The dick throbbed inside him, as his anal muscles squeezed and tried to repel it. "Fuck yurself, boi! Come on, work that ass, nigga!"
Malik started to bounce, slowing rising and falling his ass cheeks in the defendant's lap. Marvin loved the tightness and the heat coming from Malik's butt. He really wanted to lay the officer down, and butt maul him for a good hour of non-stop fucking, but knew that was impossible due to their restrictions. His hands were cuffed, which meant he had to leave the driving to Malik.
Malik grabbed Marvin's shoulders, and began riding him like a bronco. He tightened his hole on the ascent, and loosened it on the descent. His butt hole felt 10x the size of normal, as he slammed his butt cheeks down into Marvin's lap. Panting hard, he put everything he had into getting fucked. He felt as if he had to, as if he had no choice in the matter. Marvin was as big man, a true thug who demanded respect through intimidation and demeanor. Even locked up, he oozed a certain amount of respect and control. You felt if you didn't do what he ordered you to, you'd be facing worser consequence later.
"You ain't nothin but a butt whore, ain't you detective?" asked Marvin, watching Malik fuck himself. "Look at you, riding that big con dick like a bar hoe! Taking it up yur ass like some stank nasty slut! That's what you are, ain't you? Some stank hoe lookin to keep that cop pussy filled at all times, ain't you? You wanna slide down this dick all nite? Wanna be my cell pussy?"
"Yes..." moaned Malik, working himself into a frenzy as he bounced harder.
"Yes what, bitch? Talk to me, or get the fuck up off my dick!" ordered Marvin.
"Yes..., I want to be your cell bitch!" moaned Malik, slapping his ass into Marvin's groin. "I want you to fuck me all night! Whenever you want!" he gasped, unable to help himself.
"Yeah, babee..., take what you want! Take that dick!" encouraged Marvin. He began humping up into Malik's downward bounce, fucking him harder as he drove his dick in through Malik's stretched rectum faster.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" shouted Malik, closing his eyes as he journeyed to another world.
"Yeah bitch, fuck yurself!" grit Marvin, matching Malik thrust for bounce, his hairy balls slapping into the back of Malik's ass with each stroke.
"aahhh, aaahhh, I'm going to cum!" announced Malik, shooting cum up all over Marvin's chest and jumpsuit without even touching himself. Marvin felt Malik's asshole clamping on his dick as he sprayed him with his semen like some horny dogg. Marvin felt his own dick throb, then belch several loads of sperm into the hot officer's tight hole.
Both men orgasm simultaneously, moaning like lovers as they gripped and groped at each other like drowning victims. Marvin felt like he'd just ran a mile, without ever leaving his seat. He laughed to himself as his orgasm subsided.
"You one crazy fuck, detective." he smiled, as Malik gathered his strength and climbed down off his lap. "You must be hooked really bad, to keep coming down here to get fucked in the middle of police headquarters -n'shit! Is my shit that good to you?"
Malik looked embarrassed, as he put his pants back on. He could feel Marvin's cum starting to dribble from his sore hole which ached like a stab wound. It felt well fucked, stretched, and abused. Nothing like when capt McConnell fucks him. He re-zipped Marvin's suit, then knocked on the door for the guard. The guard escorted the prisoner out, then handed him off to another officer to take back into holding. Then he returned back into the interrogation room where Malik was. He closed the door, getting Malik's attention as he prepared to leave.
"Can I help you?" asked Malik.
"When you first came here, you asked me to take a walk so you could have some alone time with the prisoner..., I did it, thinking you wanted to interrogate him for some crime he did or something."
"Yes. And...?"
"Then I come back and see his dick hanging out of his pants..., and what looks like sperm dripping down off the walls." said the guard (referring to events which happened in chap-23). "So when you came back this time, I made sure to keep an eye on you..." Malik felt his heart beat quicken.
"What do you want?" he asked, knowing what the guard must have seen. "Money? I don't have a lot..."
"I don't want any money, detective Jones..., I want some of what the prisoner's getting. Why should HE be getting all that ass, when we could be sharing it?" Malik watched the guard massage his dick print through his uniform. Malik guessed it to be about 11 inches of black snake dick in the officer's pants. He unfastened his belt, knowing he was instore for another good fucking against his will.
LOCKER ROOM
Officer Jake Valentines enters the locker room as usual to begin his shift. He notices the cold stares of fellow officers as they hush whenever he nears. He ignores them as he opens his locker and strips down out of his civilian clothes to change into uniform. He could feel their eyes upon him, the cold stares of Lewis, Reynolds, Peterson, Duncan, and several other officers that blame him for their department's bad public rep. He knew that they knew he knew they raped him. They were waiting to see what he would do about it. Their intentions was to turn him into their "pussy-boy", but officer Cortez put an end to that by claiming the stocky former high school jock for himself.
They left the locker room 2 at a time, grumbling under their breathes as they piled out to get to roll call. Jake finished dressing, then rounded the lockers to where Cortez's locker was located. The spanish officer was donning his badge when he turned and saw Jake. They looked at each other, a tad longer than necessary... a tiny smile crept into officer Cortez's cheek, signaling a shared message between them. They broke the stare before anyone could notice. It would be hard trying to conceal the extra loaded weapon in officer Cortez's pants, as he walked out to go to roll call.
Roll Call
Captain McConnell informed his men of the events happening to the department. He reminded them of the influx of prisoners being re-released back onto the streets. He wanted those on patrol to keep their eyes open, and their minds on their work. He knew a lot of criminals were probably "eager" to get back at officers for the riots on Tempest's compound. He didn't want any of his men getting caught "off guard" in retaliation.
Then McConnell told his men of Mayor Edwards' cut backs. Soon there would be lay-offs, reducing the number of available policemen on the streets. That would mean ONE officer per-cruiser, putting his men at risk. This worried officer Valentine, as he was a rookie, and most likely one of the one's to be named in the lay-off's. McConnell put several of the senior officer in car alone, to cover more ground.
After being dismissed, Cortez and Valentine got into their squad car, and began patrolling the streets in some of the most troubled spots in the neighborhood. The first few calls they got were for minor fights, or domestic abuse, -nothing real interesting to report. When they got around to patrolling the neighborhood park, they noticed a squad car parked in the brush. Cortez recognized it quickly as one of the units belonging to the team of Reynolds-Lewis.
"Are we going in?" asked Jake, wondering why Malecee was just sitting there. "An officer maybe in trouble."
"It's a set-up." said Malecee, looking into the dark entrance of the park, well known for it's after dark extracurricular gay cruising.
"How do you know?" asked Jake, seeing nothing but dark trees up ahead.
"Believe me, I know these guys." assured Cortez. "This is a gay cruising park. A lot of gay guys come here to get their dicks sucked, or to pick up someone to take back to their place to party."
"Have you been here before?" asked Jake, curiously. "Have YOU picked up guys here?" Cortez didn't answer, he simply put the car in park when Jake suddenly jumped out.
"Jake!" called Cortez, getting out to follow. "Hold on..., remember what happened to you the last time you went running off to help someone!" reminded Malecee.
"I was following YOU!" recalled Jake, reminding Malecee of his own set-up. Malecee rolled his eyes, and drew his flash light.
"Come on, follow me! Slowly!" he said, leading the way into the park.
The area was quite, as the winds blew a gentle breeze through the leaves on the trees. They followed a small path, cut through the maze of brush moving off the main walk through the park. This path was were strangers met for sex. Jake saw used condoms and toilet paper scattered about on the ground like confetti as they walked along silently. Up ahead they heard some wrestling, it sounded like grunts. As they approached a clearing, Malecee saw someone crotched over in the bushes, and someone else standing behind him.
"There." pointed Cortez, as Jake adjusted his eyes to the dark. Indeed there were 2 people there. One fucking, and the other obviously getting fucked. Cortez instantly recognized the top.
"Are we going to arrest them?" asked Jake, staring at them from a distance.
"No. One of them is Reynolds." said Cortez, sheathing his flash light. Both officers approached. Officer Reynolds was holding down a white guy by the hips, slamming his dick into his ass with anger and aggression.
"Bout time you got here, Mal. I saved some of this ass for you!" said Reynolds, hammering the guy so hard, that the man was groaning as if it were hurting him.
"No..., I'm kewl." said Cortez, turning down the free ass.
"Aw, don't play coy now, hommie! I know how much you like banging out young boi-hole! You trying to pretend you not down with it in front of your new girlfriend? I'm sure Jake knows how well you like to pound some male butt-pussy! Ain't that right Jake?"
Jake said nothing, he merely watched as Reynolds power fucked the poor man in front of him, treating his hole as if he didn't matter.
"You need to stop this shit Reyn..., before something befalls you!" warned Cortez, turning his back.
"Oh, you mean like LOVE has befalled you and officer "sweetcheeks" over there?" asked Reynolds, never stopping a beat as he pounding the moaning man harder. "YOU the one need to check yourself Malecee, falling for some gang bang bitch! Pulling a gun on your family, all for some nasty white-boy pussy! That cracker don't give a fuck about you, all you are to him is some erotic flavor of the month! You need to smack that hoe down, and bend him over next to this other white trash whore so we can call the boiz and have a party on duty! Just like old times! Don't act like we haven't done it before!"
"Fuck this..., I'm out!" said Malecee, walking back towards the entrance. Jake looked back at Reynolds one last time, -how much he reminded him of officer Gardner, was uncanny. 2 men of different races, with the same views. He turned his back and followed Malecee out of the park.
"Fuck them..., more for me!" snorted Reynolds, picking up the pace as he fucked into the poor guy harder. "Shut up bitch, and gimme that ass!" snarled Reynolds, slamming his thick dick in and out of the white man with spine shattering thrusts. He'd been fucking the kid for the past 20 minutes, really ramming his hungry hole hard to show him who truly was the better race in terms of pure male power and libido. When it came to sex and fucking, no one beat the power of the brothas!
He felt his orgasm coming on strong, as he tightened his grip on the man's waist. "Here I cum, Casper..., I'm about to dump a huge black load up the pale white ass of yours! Give you some soul injection, punk!" shouted Reynolds, pumping head long into the quivering rectum as his dick shot forth a gut full of hot potent male reproductive juices. He came like a geyser in the white man's ass, shouting like a banshee as his balls emptied very ounce of cum into the man's anal track. The man felt every pulse and surge as the cock came inside of him. Memories flooded his mind like nightmares, of the first time he was ass raped. He reached into his pant leg, retrieving a knife from his dingy sock.
"Yeeahhhh, Casper..., turn around and suck my dick clean, you worthless faggot!" moaned Reynolds, yanking his cock from the man's chute, causing the hole to rip open painfully.
The guy turned around, and knelt down to take the strong black cock into his mouth. "awww, yeeeahhhhh..." sighed Reynolds. "...clean it good. I don't want a single spot of your shit on my dick!" he ordered, closing his eyes. Suddenly his eyes popped open, after feeling a sharp slice of pain rip through his groin. Officer Reynolds looked down to see blood spurting from his crotch, where his thick rich cock once stood.
He screamed as he grabbed his privates to stop the profuse bleeding. The white man was covered in blood, as he continued to kneel there being soaked in a fountain of red. Reynolds fell to the ground in agony, rolling around in pain and shock as his quickly bled to death. The man stood up over him, watching him wither about in pain. He leaned in over Reynolds, then spit his dick out at him. The fat rubbery dick (with balls still attached) fell down on Reynolds' unconscious body. He'd passed out from the shock. It'd be a few hours before his body would be found, but there was no sense in sticking around, incase those other officers changed their minds and returned.
The white officer (officer "Jake") looked familiar. He thought he recognized him with his dad. Could he have been the same officer that came by their house one day for dinner? That seemed so long ago. Like a life-time ago, maybe? Things were much simpler than. Before drugs ruined his life, before sex, before he got caught by Tempest Williams' boiz and turned into some drugged out sexual play thing in hair and make-up. They used him, degraded him, then threw him away like used garbage. Now he was back, and he was going to make them all pay for his misery. The cops, the blacks, everyone involved. Especially his dad!