[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG] _________________________________________________________________________
THE PRECINCT II -pt-21 Title: RUFF DAY
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NORTH PHILLY
30 year old Philadelphia police rookie Rodney Ellis (6'1", 190 lbs, drk skn African American with a bald head and a thick strong build) stood naked by the window of his single one bedroom apartment in North Philly. Glancing out the window at the mild rain that poured steadily since last night, he sipped black coffee from his favorite a mug as he thought about his family, his father (convicted former prison warden Dennis Ellis), and the last conversation they shared at Piedmont Prison (chap-14, pt-3).
Ellis could still see hear the desperation in his father's voice (and see the anguish on his eyes) as the prison guards dragged him back to his cell, yelling and screaming like a madman. Ellis felt as if the weight of the world had been rested on his shoulders. As the oldest of two sons by Dennis and Dolores Ellis, he witnessed a lot of violence and hostilities from their father. Rodney could remember as a child, hearing the screams and cries of his mother from his parent's bedroom. He remembered sneaking up the hall from his room and peeking through the keyhole, to find his father on top of his mother in bed, backslapping her violently while he fucked her, calling her names and telling her she HAD to do as he said or he would kill her. There were incidents where he remembered seeing rope burns on his neck and wrists where his father had bound her overnight, using her body for his own pleasure rather she wanted him to or not. Dolores Ellis always took up for her husband, explaining the cuts and bruises on her clumsiness. But Rodney always knew the truth, that his father was a bully who got off on forcing people to do what he wanted. He remembered the physically abused by his father, getting beat with extension cords, and hiding the whelps from his friends and teachers for weeks at a time. He recalled one time in particular when he was about 11, when his father first punched him in the chest as if he were a grown man on the street for not doing as told, telling Rodney that he was too old for belts and extension cords anymore, and that he would have to take his ass whoopings like a man. Rodney hated and feared his father, but was always trying desperately to please him. Seeing his father (now a broken man) behind bars was very humiliating. He saw his father as a pillar, someone to be humbled to. But prison life had taken its toll on the older Ellis. Rodney couldn't help but believe David McConnell was the cause of his father's demise. Had it not been for the police captain sticking his nose in his father's affairs, Dennis Ellis would still be the warden at his prison, instead of an inmate.
Rodney Ellis knew there was something he would have to do to redeem his father's fallen image. Something that would put captain McConnell in an equally bad light.
Rodney sat his coffee cup down in the windowsill, then looked back over his shoulder at his partner. 23 year old Jake Valentine (5'10", 160 lbs, Caucasian with dark blk hair and a medium athletic (jock) build) lay on his back in Ellis' bed, his arms handcuffed overhead to the bedrails while his legs were tied overhead as well, spread eagle to expose his well used, well worn manhole.
Jake watched Ellis from the corner of his eye, wondering what more had his partner in stored for him? Jake had left Marvin and Malik's apartment the day before after a good but brief sex session with Marvin and Ellis on the couple's sofa (chap-17, Pt-3). He and Ellis returned to work (after Ellis had covered for Jake's lateness by punching his timecard at work), patrolling the city streets. But there had been something oddly different about Ellis' mood and attitude. Jake wasn't sure what it was, as Ellis had always been very private, but he was definitely more short tempered and moody.
Several times during patrol did Ellis pull off to the side of some small deserted street to force Jake to give him head, shoving his big thick dick straight down into his throat and face fucking him handsome face until he blew a hot load straight into his stomach. But it wasn't until they retired to Ellis' apartment that night did Jake feel the full extent of Ellis' mood change. Ellis wasted no time informing Jake of his new position as his personal pussy-boy, telling Jake that he would take his dick in whichever hole he desired to fill, and that he (Jake) would have no say. When Jake thought to question where this was coming from (?), he was put in restraints and beat along his ass and legs until he agreed to his new position. Then Ellis fucked him, hard and rough, using no lube in the process. Jake was forced to contend with the discomfort until his sucking asshole began salivating its own liquid juices, lubricating itself until Ellis finally popped off inside it.
That night Ellis rolled off and went to sleep, leaving Jake shackled and tired. Jake was forced to sleep in that position with his legs up overhead. Sometime during the night, Ellis awoke to use his ass some more (twice) before morning. Now he approached the bed, his thick black cock as hard as ever as Jake watched it bob and sway before him like a magic wand.
Ellis walked up to the bed, his eyes focused on his partner's hot upturned ass. He looked down at the pale white cheeks, parted down the hairless center to reveal the swollen red mancunt hiding in between. Despite his slight fear and discomfort, Jake couldn't resist winking his pink fuckhole, causing the anus to breath in and out as the milky liquid (which Ellis had previously shot inside) began to leak out.
Ellis stared down at the smoldering hole, lust building in his loins as he climbed aboard the bed, then jammed his face suddenly between Jake's ass cheeks. Jake gasped aloud when he felt the unexpected pleasures of his partner's face pressed into his ass.
Ellis closed his eyes as he sucked on his partner's anus, sinking his tongue deep into the red hole and tasting his own slimy loads. He pulled the cheeks apart with his hands, giving his probing tongue deeper access as he vacuumed out his own cum.
Jake watched in shock as his black partner ate his ass. Never in all their times together had Ellis expressed any selfless homosexual urges, he had always simply used Jake as a cumdump, fucking his mouth and ass until he came with no reciprocation whatsoever.
Jake felt a cold shiver up his spine when Ellis' eyes suddenly popped open. The black man stared back down at him from between his legs. He squeezed and kneaded Jake's ass while he ate, tongue fucking his red hole while suctioning his own load(s) from inside.
When he was satisfied that he had emptied Jake's gut, he pulled his wet face from his parted cheeks and rose up onto his knees. He slapped his long hard dick up between the hairless crevice, then jammed his dick in balls deep with one thrust.
"ARRRHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" screamed Jake, his ass ripping open as Ellis ground his hairy pelvis into his ass. Ellis leaned in over Jake's body, grabbing a fistful of his black hair as he twisted Jake's head until he opened his mouth in pain. Ellis leaned in over him, then excreted a large white slimy bubbly spit/saliva ball from his thick dark lips.
Jake tried turning away before the sting could hit his face, but Ellis (determined to make Jake accept) yanked his hair hard, causing Jake to stay in place as he forced his mouth open again, then allowed the spit/cum bubble to drip inside.
The long fat slimy mixture of salty cum and saliva entered Jake's mouth, coating his tongue as he clot the back of his throat. "Swallow it!" ordered Ellis, sternly. Jake stared up into his partner's eyes with bewilder as he closed his mouth, then swallowed the cum clot that had been dormant in his ass. The thick slimy mass passed down through his throat in journey to his stomach. At the same time Ellis began fucking him, sliding his 8 and 1/2 inch dick in and out of him roughly. Jake groaned and grunted with each thrust, the sperm remnants in his rectum acting as lube as the dick slid in and out of him.
Ellis was mad with lust. He had had his way with Jake since they arrived at his apartment. Jake had no say in what happened to him, all he could do was lie there and take it, accept what Ellis dished out to him. He watched as Jake's muscles flexed as he pulled at the handcuffs locking him in place, his strong muscled athletic legs bent in half as his knees lay pressed against his own well developed chest. Ellis couldn't help rising up on his arms, holding Jake's legs down by the backs of their thighs as he did pushups into him, driving his fat dick deeper with every stroke.
"Oh fuck...!" groaned Jake, his face reddening from the pressure and strain. He looked down to see Ellis' thick dick base pulling free of his sucking hole, only to be rammed back in deeper with his hips thrust. Every time Ellis' pelvis slapped into him, he felt the entire length of his shaft punch through his colon. He looked back up into Ellis' eyes to find him still staring down at him, studying his reactions as he humped into his body.
"You like this kind of shit, don't you pussy boy...?" asked Ellis, getting more aggressive as he fucked Jake's ass harder, his thrust driving his hips straight into Jake's ass and causing the bed to bounce higher. "I can tell by that sweet girly expression on your face that you like it...!" he added, never missing a stroke as he continued fucking. Jake's body betrayed him with his nipples growing hard and his cock dripping pre-cum onto his abs. "I knew from the minute I met you, that you were one of those pussy boys looking for a new dick to fill your empty hole! I knew I'd get my dick in you eventually..., that I'd have you swinging on this pole like a cheap stripper before the week was out! All I had to do was sit back and wait for you to show your true colors..., to start staring at my dick bulge and licking them pink pussy lips!"
Jake groaned as Ellis driller harder, his fat dick slamming into him like a pole puncher. Every time he looked up into the black man's eyes, he saw an angry expression staring back, one which caused Jake to become unsure with fear. Yet his body continued to betray him as his dick suddenly throbbed, then started shooting thick bursts of hot cum across his heaving stomach muscles. "Yeah..." smiled Ellis, fucking even harder as he slammed his hips home a few dozen more times. "...fucked the cum right out of you! That's it bitch, cum for me! Make that pussy pulse!" Jake panted hard as the sperm shot forth, painting against his chest and abs. A few seconds later he heard Ellis beginning to moan as his fuck thrusts got reckless. His eyes rolled up into their sockets as his mouth dropped open. With one last inward thrust, he plunged his dick balls deep and came. "AARRHHHH fuck yeah...!!" he yelled, cumming up his partner's ass. Jake could feel the cum pumping through him, filling his anal gut with yet another deluge of precious ball sludge.
"aww fuck...!" groaned Ellis, falling forth as his dick continued draining. Jake waited patiently until Ellis' dick finally stopped shooting, then shrank and fell from his worn hole. Ellis rolled off, falling onto his back beside Jake as his heavy breathing slowed down to normal.
"What's next...?" asked Jake, looking over at Ellis curiously.
Ellis looked back over at his partner and smirked...
"I'm going to take a shower before heading into work...!" he said, getting up off of the bed.
"And what about ME...?" asked Jake, having to work also.
"You're taking a sick day...!" said Ellis, going to the closet to pull out a strange plain brown box. "I just realized yesterday that no one missed you at work..." he continued as he sat the box on the floor and began ripping it open. "...I was able to punch in for you, and cover you most of your shift during absences..., so I don't think anyone would even question if you took a few days off...!"
"Why...? Why do I need a few days off...?" asked Jake, looking down over his chest at Ellis as he began pulling metal poles from the box.
"Because you're sick..." said Ellis, aligning the poles to a contraption Jake had never seen before.
"So you're just going to leave me tied up here all day...?" asked Jake, watching Ellis curiously.
"That's the plan!" said Ellis, concentrating on the task at hand.
"Someone will miss me!" declared Jake. "Maleece..., McConnell...!"
"Maleece broke up with you, remember...? He hates your guts..." said Ellis, setting up the base of the contraption. "...and as for McConnell..., he'll have his hands full today with Tempest William! In case you forgot..., he's holding a basement full of Tempest's drug dealers and tranny hookers in lockup..., he won't have time to miss you today!"
"Why are you doing this to me, Ellis...? What have I done to you...?" asked Jake, helplessly.
"You're a weakling..." said Ellis simply, clicking parts together and screwing them in place with the items provided in the box. "...you're nothing but a pussy-boy cumdump pretending to be a police officer! You don't deserve to wear a uniform!"
Ellis' words cut through Jake like a knife as he struggled (in vain) to free himself from his restraints. He wondered what Ellis was building down at the foot of the bed? From the looks of it, the pieces in the box formed a makeshift midsized horse of some sort. He couldn't figure out what the horse was for, until he saw Ellis attaching the dildo to the long metal pole sticking out from the front. Jake felt his asshole pucker at the thought of what was about to happen to him next.
"Ellis wait..., please man..." he started, begging for mercy.
Ellis ignored his partner as he took the extension cord and plugged it into the wall socket. The horse machine suddenly started rocking back and forth, causing the long arm and dildo to pump through the air.
Ellis adjusted the timer on the side of the horse, setting various degrees of difficulty before aligning the horse up with Jake's vulnerable asshole. "Ellis please, man..., don't do this to me...! I'm begging you! I'll do whatever you want! I'll suck your dick...! I'll let you fuck me whenever you want...! Please..., don't leave me here like this...!"
"You already do what want...!" stated Ellis, setting the machine as close to the bed as he could. The long arm aimed right up against Jake's anus. Ellis pushed the fat rubbery (lifelike) dildo into his partner's ass, then turned the machine back on.
"OH GOD...!" gasped Jake as the horse started fucking him wildly, the long arm punching back and forth, causing the 9" dildo to penetrate in and out of the bullseye a good 8 inches without dislodging.
"I thought you'd like this...!" smiled Ellis deviously as he watched Jake struggle against the handcuffs and restraints. "No need in you trying to escape, you're securely strapped!" said Ellis, proud of his handiwork. "I've set the machine to fuck you really hard for the first 20 minutes, then to slow down to a gentler pace after you've undoubtedly blown your first load. Then after about 30 minutes of slow fucking, it'll start to build a steady pace until it's raping you hard again! And I've put the cycle on repeat, so you'll get that sensation all day! Oh..., and don't worry about drying out..., the dildo shoots its own lubricant into you every 30 minutes for so...!"
"Please Ellis..., I have to pee...!" begged Jake, flinching in pain as the dildo wrecked havoc across his prostate and bladder.
"So pee!" said Ellis, nonchalantly. "You're going to be tied up here all day..., I suspect you would've made quite a mess by the time I return tonight...!" continued the older officer, heading towards the bathroom and his morning shower. "Oh, by the way..., I wouldn't try calling out for the neighbors to help me if I were you..., not unless you think you can explain why you're tied up in here with a 10" dildo pumping through your ass...!?" he added as an afterthought. "No matter how you look at it..., you're screwed!" he joked, before disappearing into the bathroom.
Jake pulled at the handcuffs which were locked around his wrist. The dildo fucked in and out of him roughly at top speed, jack hammering through his cum lined rectum like a runaway train. Jake's dick hardened against his will as the cum inside him coated the rubbery surface. Jake jerked as liquid suddenly started pouring out of his hard cock, splattering all over his face, chest, and stomach. But it wasn't cum shooting from erection, it was urine. Jake felt totally humiliated tied to Ellis' bed with a large hard mechanical dildo sliding in and out at top speed, and warm piss flowing all over him.
This was going to be a rough day!
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SOUTH PHILLY
33 year old police detective Maleece Cortez (5'10", 170 lbs with hairy medium build) awoke in bed alone with a huge stiffy. He was disappointed that his rendezvous buddy (Tony) hadn't shown up for the weekly tryst at the Peepshow Palace last night, and wondered if something had happened to him, or had he just gotten bored with fucking him already? Maleece looked down at his poor neglected hardon, and began to feel sorry for it. It was times like this (with his 7 and 1/2 uncut dick needing attention) that he missed having his roommate about. Jake would never have allowed a good erection (piss hard or not) to go to waste. He would have assuredly had his mouth wrapped around it, sucking the juice from its shaft before sitting down on it to feel it sliding up into his guts.
Maleece threw the covers off himself, getting up out of bed feeling a little sexually frustrated for the first time since living with Jake. He ran his hands through his hair rapidly, trying to wake himself up as he stumbled off into the bathroom. Aiming his hardon down towards the bowel, he peeled back his foreskin so he could piss without making a mess. The stream shot from his piss slit with a little difficulty, as he had to bend his cock downward against its natural upward curve.
While waiting for his pee to finish, he began thinking back to what McConnell said about Jake's drug habit, and wondered if it could be true? If so, why hadn't he noticed it himself? Was he a bad boyfriend for living with Jake without noticing his lover was in desperate need of help? Was Jake that good an actor that he could hide his drug use from the man he lived with 7 days a week? Or was Maleece just too wrapped up in his own world and cheating with `Tony' to give a fuck?
He shook the last few drops from his softening dick, then flushed the toilet before walking to the sink to brush his teeth. As he reached for his toothbrush, he noticed Jake's was still sitting in the holder beside his (still partnered). He paused for a second, then threw Jake's toothbrush into the trashcan and grabbed the tube of toothpaste from the medicine cabinet. He squeezed a generous amount on the brush, then began working the brush in his mouth over his teeth, gums, and tongue. He filled his mouth with warm water, then rinsed several times before heading for the shower. In the shower he began thinking again, thinking of how distant he and Jake had been in the months since his trip to the Prison Plantation. He thought about how perky and upbeat Jake was before his undercover assignment, and how withdrawn and closed off he was after. The whole time Maleece believed HE was the one being standoffish after what happened to him at the Prison, but it was really Jake who had changed the most drastically since they were separated.
Maleece pulled back the shower curtain as he cut off the showerhead. He stepped from the bathtub, reaching for his towel when the realization that Jake's drug habit must have started while he was away doing undercover work. Jake got hooked on drugs somehow while he was gone, and kept it hidden from him the whole time.
Maleece ran the towel over his wet hair before looking at himself in the mirror. When he saw his face, he didn't like what he saw looking back at him, so he left the bathroom to get dressed in the hallway...
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WYNNFIELD
When Marvin Rollins came out of the shower naked, to he found his boyfriend/roommate Malik Jones already fully dressed in the bedroom. "Awe damn..." he said out loud to himself, catching Malik's attention as he greased his hair and scalp in the bedroom mirror. "...I was hoping to git a lil' ass before we went into work this mornin'...!"
"You mean a lil' MORE ass...?" asked Malik, his asshole still smarting from the workout Marvin gave him a mere 40 minutes ago.
"Well you kno how it is when two horny niggas'r in love...!" joked Marvin, grabbing Malik up in his big bear arms and kissing him along his neck. Malik could feel Marvin's fat dick already beginning to rise behind him.
"Not now, man..." resisted Malik, squirming away. "...we can't be late today of ALL days!"
"So I'm supposed to go into work like this...?" asked Marvin, holding his arms outward to show his vulnerability. Malik looked down over Marvin's hard chiseled overly muscular body as his big thick dick rose halfway over his low hanging ball sac. "This's gotta be dangerous walkin' around with a loaded weapon all day...!" he joked. "I might accidentally shoot somebody's eye out if it goes off unexpectedly! And it'll be all yur fault!"
"I'll take care of it for you in the car..." offered Malik, knowing Marvin was not going to stop bugging him until he popped off another load. "...hurry up and get dressed!"
"In the car...?" asked Marvin skeptically, grabbing his boxer briefs and socks. "Really...?"
"Trust me..." assured Malik. "...I'll give you the best head you've ever had while in-route to work!"
"BET!" cheered Marvin, throwing on his clothes.
The drive up the Schuylkill Expressway on route76 was bumper to bumper, and Marvin Rollins got more than a few head turns from nearby motorist who couldn't help noticing the bobbing head in his lap while he drove. A few people honked their horns in approval, believing it was a woman in his lap, while some others (more prudish people) rolled their eyes in disgust or jealousy.
Malik bobbed his head up and down in Marvin's lap, sucking and fisting his fat hard manhood as he made sloppy love all over the shaft. Marvin drove carefully, making sure he didn't accidentally ram in back of some semi, causing Malik's jaw to chomp down and bite off his most prized possession.
Malik knew that the car ride into work was only 30 minutes, so he didn't have much time to get Marvin's juices flowing before the entire police department would see him bobbing his head in another man's lap. He kept his head down, bobbing fiercely as he churned the fat pub around in his spit soaked fist.
Milking the shaft while sucking, he created the ideal funnel as he bobbed and stroked endlessly, sliding up and down the rock hard shaft nonstop as the car sped down the expressway, then exited at its normal turnoff. Malik never looked up once as he continuously worked the shaft, milking, sucking, and jacking Marvin to a roaring climax. He felt the dick beginning to pulse and throb in his pumping fist. Covering the flaring head with his mouth, he heard Marvin groan masculinely just as the cum shot from his throbbing dick like a water pump. It spurt thick creamy warm salty cum straight into Malik's mouth. Malik gathered all the manly juice, then swallowed before finally coming up for air. Sure enough they were already in his precinct's parking lot. Malik could see his partner detective Maleece Cortez standing by his own car with a big grin, watching Malik's head pop up from under the dashboard.
"Shit...!" he said as he wiped his wet mouth on the back of his sleeve as Marvin tucked and adjusted his softening dick back into his pants.
Maleece stood outside his car, waiting for the couple to exit their vehicle. When Malik finally stepped out, it was to Maleece's knowing smirk.
"Sausage for breakfast...?" he joked, much to Malik's chagrin. Malik merely walked by without responding, knowing he had been caught dead to rights. "Hey..., you know I ain't had no lovin' this morning..., got time for one more...?" he added, jokingly.
"No!" answered Marvin sternly, slamming his car door as he followed Malik into the station.
"Was just joking, man...sheesh!" said Maleece, taking note of Marvin's aggression.
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PRECINCT-23
52 year old police captain David McConnell held a special meeting with his narcotics team that morning, going over plans and reminding them of the high stakes at risk. They went over every diagram of the Roswell Heights Development, setting up checkpoints and making sure everyone knew their assignments.
Uniformed police were ordered away from the housing development, not wanting to scare off the potential drug buyers. A squad of black and whites were stationed nearby, in case any gunfire erupted. Civilian Marvin Rollins was reminded of his escape route if unexpected trouble broke loose. Marvin didn't like the idea of running away from a fight, but he knew the cops would have everything under control should something happen. He had faith in Malik and McConnell.
After the briefing, all the officers (and Rollins) jumped into their unmarked cars, and began the route to Roswell Heights in South Philly. Detectives Malik Jones, his partner Maleece Cortez, and Marvin Rollins rode in one car, while their police co-workers Scott Macnamara and detective Hightower followed in another car. Detectives Roos and Scully, and captain McConnell ran behind in a plain colored van full of police scanning equipment and surveillance. They drove the long route down Broad Street to South Philly, taking the time to go over the plan one last time.
Roswell Heights was a high rise development, built in the 1960's to segregate blacks living in the neighborhood from whites who policed them in one tiny area known as The Heights. Its three 15 story buildings, all within a few dozen yards of each other. After years of neglect and mismanagement, its become a criminal haven and a eyesore to the people living around it.
The two plain police cars pulled into position around the back of the projects, in the neglected lots which had become over grown with large weeds and tall grass. They waited in their cars for 5 minutes, until they saw another vehicle approaching from the other side.
"This's it...!" said Maleece getting out of the car, followed by Malik and Marvin. Marvin carried the suitcase full of narcotics which the men were to purchase.
The overcast was cloudy and damp, gray skies loomed over head, threatening to pour down rain at any moment. The strangers in the other car flashed their lights, getting a similar signal from Macnamara in the second car. With acknowledgements made, they all got out of their cars and began walking towards one another. From a distance, they could see two Italian men dressed in expensive suits. One was carrying a briefcase (supposedly full of money to purchase the drugs), and the other looked like he may be a strapped bodyguard.
Maleece began to get nervous as they got closer to the targets. `Oh my god...' he thought to himself, recognizing one of the Italians.
"Wussup...?" said Marvin, leading the introductions.
"Whose all those guys...?" asked the bodyguard, referring to Macnamara and Hightower standing in the far background.
"Insurance...!" said Marvin with a straight serious face. "My boi told me you were lookin' to score some Sex...?"
The two Italians looked at each other...
"Yeah..." answered the one holding the case. "...we lookin' to cash in on somma that good fortune goin' around!"
"Looks like we ALL could come out big winner!" smiled Marvin.
"How we know you guys ain't cops...?" asked the bodyguard, looking at Malik and Maleece suspiciously.
"They kew, Vinny..., trust me!" said the money man, ready to deal.
"How do you know...?" asked Vinny, unsure of the situation.
"I KNOW..., trust me!" said the money man, causing Marvin and Malik to look confused.
"But how...?!" asked Vinny, not letting it go.
The money man sighed, knowing Vinny was relentless when he got an idea stuck in his head.
"Would yous guys excuse us for a minute...?" he asked, taking Vinny aside as he began to whisper in his ear. "What the hell's wrong with you...? I told you I GOT THIS!"
"Yeah I know..., but HOW do you know these guy'r on the up n up...?" argued Vinny, not satisfied with the answers. "We ain't neva seen these mooks before...! How the fuck do you know they not cops pretendin' to be hoods...?"
"Cuz..." said the money man holding the briefcase. "...I fucked one of them in a titty-bar not too long ago! If they were cops..., why would he be giving his ass up to me...?"
"Yeah...?" asked Vinny, looking back over his shoulder. "Which one...? The big muscled guy...?" he asked, referring to Marvin. "He looks like he's spent time in jail!"
"Naw..., the Rican!" said the man, referring to Maleece.
"No shit...?" said Vinny, staring Maleece over from head to toe. "HE's a fruit...?"
"I've fucked him 3 times already...!" said Tony, assuring Vinny that they were not cops.
"Okay, okay..." said Vinny, giving in. "...maybe after me make this deal..., we can get some head from your lil' boyfriend...?!" he joked, as they returned to the meeting.
"Everything okay...?" asked Malik, curiously.
"Everything's fine!" said Vinny still staring at Maleece, harder this time.
"Let me see the drugs!" said Tony, avoiding eye contact with Maleece as Maleece's heart beat a mile a minute with nerves.
Marvin lifted the small suitcase and opened it, showing hundreds of thousands of dollars of Sextasy in various forms of powder, pills, and liquid (all recently confiscated from Tempest Williams' home drug bust). Tony eye balled the merchandise, taking a small bag of powder and testing it on his tongue for purity.
"Watch it..., that small taste could make yur dick hard for over an hour!" laughed Marvin casually, before shutting the case close. "This's just a sample case or course..." he added, handing the case off to Malik who was standing beside him. "...we can get you larger orders weekly, or as frequently as yur customers demand! Do you have the money...?"
"Right here!" answered Tony, popping open his own case to show 50 thousand in hard cold cash, fresh from the bank. Marvin stared down at the money, and fought the urge to steal it and run. "I don't want my uncle involved in this..., this's my own deal! You deal with ME exclusively, got that?" asked Tony, handing Marvin the briefcase.
"I got it..." said Marvin, closing the case as Malik handed off the suitcase full of drugs. "...who's yur uncle anyway...?"
"Paul Vincelli!" answered Tony, proudly.
"The mobster...?" asked Maleece, speaking for the first time.
"Yeah..." answered Tony, finally giving Maleece eye contact. "...that a problem...?"
"I don't give a fuck!" responded Marvin, nonchalantly.
"What about YOU, twinkle toes...?" asked Vinny, referring to Maleece. "YOU gotta problem with it...?"
Maleece felt a cold chill run up his spine at the name `twinkle toes', had Tony told Vinny about their rendezvous?
"No..., no problem at all...!" answered Maleece, respectfully.
Vinny sucked his teeth, looking Maleece up and down hard as he began to run the front of his crotch.
"Oh..., cuz if it WAS a problem..., I would think me and Tony could work something out with you back at the titty-bar...!" said Viiny, smugly.
"Titty-bar...?" questioned Marvin, lost.
"Yeah..., did you guys know yur hommie here's a queer...?" asked Vinny, causing Maleece's eyes to widen in disbelief.
Tony said nothing in defense.
"What...?" asked Marvin, looking around at the other four guys stupidly.
"He's been swinging on my man Tony's dick here for awhile, now! Ain't that right Tony?" asked Vinny, putting them on the spot.
"That's a fucking LIE!" yelled Maleece, not knowing what else to do besides deny it.
"Oh, so you callin' my man Tony a liar, eh...?" asked Vinny, instigating.
Maleece turned to Tony with pleading eyes...
"Do you KNOW me...?" he asked, hoping his rendezvous sex partner would have his back. "Have we ever seen each other before today...?"
Tony thought for a minute, trying to decide if he should shave face for the rican and look like a liar to his friend, or tell the truth and expose Maleece for the faggot he really was?
"You're gonna pretend to yur friends that you ain't been rydin' on this dick...?!" asked Tony, grabbing a hefty handful of his crotch.
"What the fuck'r you sayin'...?" asked Marvin, stepping between the two men. "You sayin' my BOI here's a faggot...?! That he be suckin' yur dick...??!"
"Among OTHER things!" smirked Tony, making Maleece's blood boil.
"You son of a bitch...!!" yelled the detective, charging forth.
In a flash Vinny pulled his gun, already cocked and ready to fire. In reaction Malik pulled his as well, prompting Tony and Maleece to pull theirs...
"What the fuck's going on over there...??!" asked Macnamara, watching everyone pull their weapons from a distance.
"Hold it now..." said Marvin, keeping everyone calm. "...no need for our guns...!" he said, trying to ease tensions. "Let's all just calm down...!"
"You callin' me a liar, faggot...?" asked Tony, pointing his gun at Maleece. "You gonna stand there and deny suckin' my dick at the Peepshow Palace...? And lettin' me fuck you up yur hairy Rican ass...?!"
Maleece stumbled with a reply, leaving Marvin to wonder if it was true...?
"Yo..." he said in defense. "...if its true..., WE'LL deal with our boi lata...! WE'LL handle it! Trust me!"
"Yeah...? And how do you plan to do that...?" asked Vinny, holding his gun on Malik and Marvin.
Marvin looked Maleece over good...
"We'll handle em like we do in jail..." he said, making Maleece even more nervous. "...we gonna make this bitch our pussy-boi!"
"Fuckin' REAL!" said Vinny liking the idea, leaving Tony looking strange. "Can WE join...?" asked Vinny, suddenly. "I ain't had my knob polished by a guy since my last prison stint 3 years ago!"
"Naw dawg..." said Marvin, blocking access to Maleece. "...we might share our drugs, we might even share our bitches..., but our pussy-boi's only swing on OUR dicks!" he added, throwing up a prison gang sign.
"Okay..." said Vinny, lowering his weapon. "...if its like that...!"
"It's like that!" said Marvin sternly, slapping Maleece in the back of the head to show dominance.
Everyone began to lower their guns (defusing the situation), until someone stepped out of the tall grass. Vinny turned and immediately began shooting, not caring who it was or why they were there.
"Yo...! Hold up...!!" yelled the intruders (27 year old Tyrone Rollins, and his 17 year old drug dealer companion Kaleb Nelson, --both looking for a quick place to fuck behind the projects).
"Yo..., that's MY BROTHA...!" yelled Marvin, throwing the money to the ground as he charged after Vinny who quickly turned around and fired.
The bullets flew the air faster than the eye could see, piercing through Marvin Rollins who quickly jerked backwards from the impact, his blood splattering everywhere at once.
Malik responded by shooting Vinny several times, causing him to spin around losing his weapon. When Tony aimed his gun at Malik, Maleece was forced to fire, shooting Tony in the arm and torso. Tony fell to the ground, bleeding from several areas.
"POLICE..." yelled Maleece, holding up his hidden shield. "...EVERYONE DOWN ON THE GROUND, NOW!!"
Tyrone and Kaleb fell down into the dirt on their bellies, Tyrone worried about his brother who lay on the ground unmoving.
Malik ran kicked Tony's gun away from him, then ran over to Marvin's side. When Marvin didn't respond to hearing his name called, Malik checked his pulse...
"Call an ambulance!!" he yelled to his partner, as he quickly ripped open Marvin's shirt and began compressions on his chest to restart his heart...
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