[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-25 Title: MURPHY'S LAW
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PRECINCT-23
52 year old police captain David L. McConnell watched helplessly as 34 year old Winston Sinclair (otherwise known as Kane) walked out the front door of the Precinct with his lawyer, temporarily as free man after being bailed out of jail by an anonymous donor. McConnell (having been riding a high after his people recaptured the elusive Tempest Williams [the city's most ruthless drug lord], as well as his most recent sexual affair with new detective Ramone Davenport [Diamond]) hated the idea of losing another villain to the streets. He looked out his office window as Kane and his lawyer shook hands on the sidewalk, before Kane departed, getting into a black SUV undoubtedly owned by Whinny Graham (Pooh).
Kane got into the backseat, sliding into the spacious ride beside Pooh's wife, Divine Graham. Pooh rode up front in the passenger's seat beside DMoney, the driver.
"Wussup man...?" greeted Kane, reaching between the seats to shake hands with his benefactor as he slammed the back door shut. "Thanx for bailin' me outta that fuckin' hell hole, if I hadda stay one more day in there with all that tranny ass, I would've slit my fuckin' throat!" he laughed, as the SUV pulled from the curb.
"Yo..., I can't have my top dawg wasting away in jail when there's money out here to be made, now can I...?" laughed Pooh, hardily. "You met my WIFE before, right...?" he asked, as Kane looked Divine over (hungrily) from head to designer toe. "Kane meet Divine, formally known as Peaches! She USED to be a tranny herself!"
"Really...??" asked Kane, his eyes going straight to Divine's cleavage as he checked out her body and breasts, trying to find the MAN hidden inside. He couldn't find one. "Not bad..., not bad at all! She's FINE!" he complimented, looking her over like a butcher would a piece of prize meat.
Divine (her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses) rolled her eyes with disdain, having to be physically judged by every limp dick boy she came across, most of which she would never have given a second glance (even as a hooker).
"I kno! She waz definitely a diamond in the ruff! And now she's all MINE!" chuckled Pooh, giving his wife a playful wink before getting down to business. "Seriously thou..., we NEED to step it up a few notches now that Tempest and some of his best salesmen've been arrested! I'm puttin' Money here in charge of my West Philly boiz while you git back ta runnin' the South..." added Pooh, as Kane and Money exchanged glances through the rearview mirror.
Kane smirked, knowing DMoney (most likely) was still probably holding a grudge against him after the rape (chap-13, pt-5). "...while me and Divine take over Tempest's territory up Norf!"
"So YOU'RE takin' over Temp's spot...?" asked Kane, curiously.
"Sumbody's gotta...!" explained Pooh, holding an unlit cigar in his diamond studded hand. "...money's money, babee..., ain't nuthin personal..., we juss gotta do what we gotta do! Tempest knows this...!"
"Kewl man..., I ain't arguin'...!" laughed Kane, happy to be free.
"You see Tempest in there...?" asked Divine, curiously.
"Naw..., I think either they had him locked up inna separate room from the rest of us..., or they shipped his black ass back off to Piemont as soon as they picked him up!"
"News ain't said nothin' bout him bein' transported...!" said Money, while driving.
"Neither did Dunn...!" reasoned Pooh. "Most likely they still holdin' him inside..., waitin' for juss the rite moment to send his ass back to prison!"
"Any plans to get him out...?" asked Kane.
"For what...?" asked Pooh. "He'd most likely be denied bail since he's a flight risk..., and I already got control ova all tha operation as his partner...! So what do we need HIM for...?"
"MY thoughts exactly!" chimed divine, still bitter over the way Tempest treated her (chap-6, pt-4).
"You ain't gonna get no argument from ME...!" said Kane, relaxing comfortably in the backseat. "One man's downfall's another man's up rise!"
"That's tha American way!" laughed Pooh, as the SUV drove out of sight.
BACK AT THE PRECINCT...
McConnell had just sat down at his desk and started working on his paperwork when he got a knock at the door. He looked up to find detective Ramone Davenport staring through his glass window.
McConnell smiled broadly, waving him in.
"Good morning, sir!" said Ramone, stepping into the office. "I uh..., I would've brought flowers to thank you for yesterday..., but I wasn't sure how you felt about that kinda thing at work...!"
"Flowers...?" laughed McConnell, standing up behind his desk to shake hands with the man he'd just recently slept with, pretending to be nothing more than mere work acquaintance. "I prefer candy...!" he laughed, getting a big smile from Ramone.
"I was wondering..." said the detective, sucking in his stomach subconsciously as he pulled his sagging pants up over his waist. "...maybe we could hang out sometime...? Maybe catch a game..., or brew after work...?"
"Sure..." said McConnell, trying to act inconspicuous. "...I'd like that!"
"Kew!" said Ramone, nervously. "I was thinking maybe next time you could come over to MY place, and I could cook...?"
"Can you cook?" inquired McConnell, curiously.
"Can I cook...?" asked Ramone with a chuckle. "I could put Delgado's out of business!"
"Really...?" said McConnell, just as another detective knocked on the door. "Yes Macnamara...? What can I do for you...?" he asked, putting Ramone on hold.
"uh sir...?" called 39 year old Scott Macnamara, excusing himself for interrupting. "I was wondering..., have you made any arrangements to expedite Tempest Williams back to prison yet...?"
"Piedmont Penitentiary is supposed to send a transport to pick him up..." informed McConnell. "...but their taking their own sweet time doing it...! Why?"
"I'd like to volunteer to drive him up there if it's alright...?" offered Macnamara, getting a surprised look from the captain.
"That's awfully kind of you, Scott..." said the older man, suspiciously. "...why the generous offer...?" he asked, knowing Macnamara wasn't exactly the giving something for nothing type.
"That..., --drug dealer's stinking up the place...!" said Macnamara, angrily. "And with the media camped out on our doorstep night and day..., it's a wonder we get ANY work done around here at all!"
"I agree...!" said McConnell, sharing a glance with Ramone (both men eager to get back to their conversation). "Okay! Go ahead..., tell vehicles to give you a transport van! I'll call the prison and tell them to expect you today! And take Hightower with you..., I don't want any surprises!"
"Yes sir!" said Macnamara, cursing under his breath. Take his partner threw a monkey wrench in his plans. He hoped Hightower wouldn't oppose too much, he would hate to have to go up against his partner, but nothing was going to come between him and his million dollars!
"Sorry about that...!" apologized McConnell, getting back to business. "You were saying...?"
"Candlelight..., fine wine..., music..." started Ramone, just as another detective interrupted...
"Captain...?" called detective Malik Jones, walking into the room uninvited with a sense of urgency.
"Malik...?" said McConnell, sensing something was wrong just by the look in the detective's eyes.
"I NEED to talk to you privately!" insisted Malik.
"Okay..." said McConnell, turning towards Ramone. "Can we talk about this later...?" he asked, politely.
"Sure, sir..., no problem!" said Ramone, leaving the room as he closed the door behind him.
McConnell gave Malik his undivided attention...
"David..., when was the last time you spoke with Andy...?" asked Malik, surprising McConnell by the first question.
"Andy...?" he asked, taken off guard. "I don't know..., when we broke up...! Why...?"
"The 5th District just called..., they found a body under another bridge underpass...! They believe it might be officer Roberts...!"
"That's crazy...!" said McConnell, grabbing his cell phone to speed dial Andy's number. After a minute, he realized the cell went straight to voice message. "Andy..., this is David..., call me as soon as you get this message!" he said, hanging up the phone. "Why would they think it's Andy...? Did he have I.D. on him?"
"No..." said Malik, somberly. "...they matched his fingerprints with the ones on police file..., the ones we ALL take when we register as police officers!"
McConnell felt a cold chill run up his spine as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. Malik followed, knowing McConnell would need support.
Meanwhile, detective Scott Macnamara was making arrangements to expedite Tempest Williams back to prison. He informed his partner (Hightower) about the new assignment (who wasn't too keen about the extra added responsibility), then made his way down to interrogations room #4 to inform the drug dealer in person about their trip.
Macnamara walked into the room, knowing full well the camera was rolling on the other side of the two-way mirror.
"Looks like today's your lucky day, Tempest..." he said, making eye contact with the 27 year old drug lord. "...you're being shipped off to your new home..., or should I say you're going BACK home...to Piedmont Penitentiary!"
Tempest made no comment, but the lingering gaze told Macnamara he was ready and understood. Macnamara lift the interrogations room with his heart beating a mile a minute with nerves. If he pulled this off, he would have a million dollars of nontaxable bills in his possession. He would never have to work again!
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THE MORGUE
Malik drove McConnell to the City Morgue, hoping and praying that the identification was wrong. They entered the cold building, signing in at the front desk before searching for 58 year old Dr Marlo Mosses, the head coroner.
"Doctor..." said McConnell, having met the man many times before. "...I'm here to I.D. a body..., Andrew Roberts...?"
"Captain..." called the doctor, sitting at his desk. "...yes, yes of course! This way!" he said, leading the two officers into the exam room.
The cadaver was lying out in the open on a metal table, still dirty, bloody, and unwashed, a bone protruding from the twisted right leg from where it fell from the bridge. McConnell felt his heartbeat race as he approached. He'd seen many slain officers in his years on the police force, but none that he had been sexually linked to. He closed his eyes for a moment, making a silent prayer before looking down.
"The body was found at another bridge underpass, but was undoubtedly killed someplace else." informed the coroner. "There were several broken bones; his collar bone, his right arm and leg, which was consistent to a major fall or drop after postmortem. Marks and lacerations are very similar to the last victim, indicating that he may have been killed by the name person or persons. Abrasions around the wrists and ankles show he had been restrained, probably against his will. He had high concentrations of the narcotic Sextasy in his blood stream, and needle marks along his arm where the narcotics were administered. There were multiple stab wounds to the back and torso, and a deep slash across his throat, causing death almost instantaneously."
"Did he suffer...?" asked McConnell, looking down at Andy's body with watery eyes.
"Well..., giving the amount of drugs in his body..., I would say he wasn't aware of too much of anything!" said the coroner.
"Good." said McConnell, touching Andy's hand affectionately.
Doctor Mosses looked at McConnell over the rim of his glasses...
"You KNEW the victim personally?" he asked, curiously.
"Yes..." said McConnell, taking a moment to gather himself. "...he was..., an officer in my department!"
"Oh..., I'm VERY sorry to hear that, captain." said Mosses, sorrowfully. "eh..., just like the other victim, he had been raped sexually by hordes of men." added the doctor, causing a pained expression across McConnell's face at the thought of Andy being raped repeatedly. "I've informed the detectives in charge to look into sex clubs and dungeons where gay men are known to gather for the place of death. He was held there for several days before he was finally killed and disposed of."
"Thank you, doctor..." said McConnell, having heard more than enough. "...has his family been in to see him yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Make sure you clean him up before you show them the body..., no one needs to see their child looking like this!"
"Oh yes..., yes, of course!" agreed Mosses.
"So...? Was it him...?" asked Malik, standing outside the exam room door as McConnell slowly made his exit, still in shock.
McConnell nodded silently, unable to speak as he pictured Andy lying there on the table in a mangled mess. "I'm sorry..." said Malik touching McConnell's shoulder, wanting to give the older man a hug.
"We need to find the bastards that did this...!" said McConnell aloud, more to himself than to Malik. "Who's on this case...?"
"Rothman and Alexander!" answered Malik, promptly.
"They're going to need a lot of help! I want you and Maleece on this as well! I KNOW you're not homicide detectives, but the coroner believes Andy was killed in a gay sex club, and Rothman and Alexander may not take the job too seriously if they believe the victims are homosexuals!" said McConnell, knowing how some of the officers felt about gays.
"Yes sir!" answered Malik, wanting to help as much as possible.
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SOUTH PHILLY
The area near the train tracks under the bridge underpass was cornered off by yellow police tape. Uniformed officers confiscated the bridge's video tape cameras to see if they could find anything suspicious around the time of the dumping. Meanwhile detectives Malik Jones and his partner Maleece Cortez headed for the area, hoping to find more clues to Andy's killer(s). They drove down to the train tracks, parking just a few yards away from where Andy's body was found when they ran into Paul Rothman and Lewis Alexander, the two detectives in charge.
"What're you two assholes doing down here...?" asked Rothman, combing the area for evidence.
"We're helping you on the case..." said Malik, knowing the detectives wouldn't like the help. "...Captain's orders! You could call him if you like!"
"Bullshit!" cursed Rothman. "What's two narcotics cops gonna do to help homicide find a killer...?"
"Andy was a close friend! Not to mention one of us! The Captain wants this case wrapped up as fast as possible! Is that so hard to swallow?" argued Malik.
"We don't need the captain's golden boys spying on us! We KNOW our jobs!" yelled Rothman, walking back to his car in a fit of rage.
Malik shrugged his shoulders...
"Want to catch us up to speed...?" he asked Rothman's partner detective Alexander. "Or are you going to be as big a prick as your partner...?"
"Nothing wrong with MY prick..." joked Alexander, throwing his hands up defensively. "...naw...I'm just joking!" he laughed. "I didn't know Roberts personally...! His body was found over there by a couple of kids...!" he pointed, showing the area where Andy's mangled body laid. "Coroner said he had many of the same afflictions as the first victim, --Horace Lampert, a married father of two! Lampert was reported missing by his wife a few days prior to his body being found by officers Valentine and Ellis. He was a computer software developer..., his wife insisted that he wasn't gay, and would have never gone to any gay sex clubs or sex shops willingly!"
"Was there anything that suggested he would have...?" asked Malik, as he and Maleece searched around the heavily leaved area.
"You mean other than the mass of semen found in his ass and stomach...?" chuckled Alexander, getting a foul look from Malik. "No."
"Maybe THAT's why captain McConnell wanted another team helping you two on the case..." said Maleece, not finding the detective's jokes funny. "...you and your partner don't seem to be taking these murders serious!"
"We're taking them as seriously as we can!" argued Alexander, angrily. "But you gotta admit this is some weird shit! These guys weren't just stabbed and beaten up..., there were literally fucked to death by a group of faggots! It's fucking disgusting, man! I mean..., I'm gonna DO my job, but every man has his limits!"
"Have you checked out the sex clubs yet...?" asked Malik, getting an `are you serious' look from Alexander. "Right..." said Malik, knowing better. "...Mal and I will check out the clubs, find out if anyone knows anything! Why don't you two talk to Andy's family, see if they talked to him within the days leading up to his abduction?"
"Deal!" said Alexander, heading towards his partner who stood by their car smoking a cigarette.
"Sex club...?" whispered Maleece. "I'm not too sure I'm comfortable with that myself! You know I just had a bad experience in one of those type of places...!"
"I'm not asking you to find a date, Mal..., we're only looking for anyone who may've seen or heard of anything regarding the case! Relax..., it's not like anyone's going to rape you!"
"Funny...!" said Maleece, heading for the car.
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THE DUNGEON
The Dungeon was a gay sex club in Center City, known amongst the gay community for its strong drinks, loud music, and weekend sex orgies. For both detectives Jones and Cortez, it was their first time in the gay hot spot. They entered around 5 o'clock pm, just before happy hour. The place was already beginning to fill with the after work crowd, looking for that stiff drink and quick BJ before heading home.
"What can I getcha...?" asked the bartender, as Malik walked up to the bar.
"I'm detective Jones from the 23rd Precinct..." said Malik, showing his badge. "...where's the manager...?"
While Malik spoke to the manager, Maleece busied himself by wandering the club and questioning some of the patrons. Most had heard of the Underpass Murder(s), but knew nothing about it. They denied having seen either victim when shown pictures of them before their demise. Maleece tried to keep his mind on work as he walked around the large club. He couldn't believe the number of men in attendance, some of them looking as strong and rugged as any man Maleece had ever known. Some where dressed conservatively in work clothes, while other sported tight jeans and leather, --showing off their muscled toned bodies.
Down in the basement of the Dungeon, was what Maleece found the most intriguing. He saw men in various stages of undress, some chained to walls, making out in the dimly lit corners of the rooms. Some men were on their knees, sucking hard cocks with their hungry mouths while others were bent over, taking hard fucks up the ass. Maleece ignored the hands roaming over his body, feeling for his crotch and ass as he walked by. This place was like a cesspool, with these men willing to take anyone they could get their hands on. Maleece was just beginning to wonder if this was the place he and his partner was looking for, when he noticed two men strapped in slings suspended from the Dungeon's ceiling. One man lay on his back, his legs resting in the air as another man stood at his ass, slamming his naked hips into his ass as he drove his erect cock straight into his bowels. The second man lay in the sling face down, one man at his ass while another stood at his head, both feeding him their schlongs as they moved them rapidly in and out of his body.
Maleece had never seen such behavior before, and was mesmerized by the sight playing out before him. He watched the man fucking the guy on his back shove himself all the way in and groan, obviously having one hell of an orgasm as he shot his cum into the relaxing man's body. When he pulled out and stepped aside, Maleece could see the man in the sling's asshole dripping a steady supply of semen onto the floor beneath him, even as another man stepped up and shoved his hard cock in. The young man in the second sling was getting it good at both ends. He swallowed cock at one end, while getting pounded almost mercilessly at the other. Maleece was sure the session would end with both men popping off inside him.
Maleece was just about to move on when he felt a hand reach across his crotch, feeling for the erection he had hiding in his pants. Maleece didn't make a move to stop it, he merely stood there watching the scene before him as the hand began groping the hard outline of his erect cock. How long had it been since he popped off one of his own? He really hadn't been with anyone since he broke up with Jake. Who would it hurt if he allowed a cocksucker to cop his load?
The hand unzipped his pants, then reached in to retrieved his uncut morsel. Maleece took a deep breath as the man stepped around in front of him. The guy was short, about 5'6" with a balding hairline and a thick mustache. Maleece thought he looked more like a bookworm than a cocksucker.
"Haven't seen you here before..." said the man with a smile, licking his lips hungrily before kneeling down.
Maleece didn't say a word as the middle aged man peeled back his foreskin, then took his banana like meat into his mouth. Maleece fought back a gasp as the man took his 7 and 1/2 inch dick down to the balls. He nestled his face in Maleece's crotch, taking his cock straight down into his throat in one swoop. Maleece closed his eyes as he gave into the feeling around his cock. He felt the man's throat muscles rippling along his cock shaft before he started to bob back and forth, sucking feverishly along the length and using his tongue along the underbelly as he slurped his way from the tip to base.
Maleece opened his eyes and watched as the man face fucking the second guy in the sling pulled his cock free, then started jacking off all over his face. The man tried to recapture the spurting cock in his open mouth, but all he got for his cock sucking efforts was a face full of cum.
Maleece felt the cocksucker at his feet corkscrewing his mouth up and down his shaft, taking it full length with every stroke as he churned the cock around in his talented throat while milking the long column for its rich load. Maleece felt his body stiffen as his dick throbbed, then suddenly burst in a series of hot spurts as it started spitting thick gobs of Puerto-Rican cum directly into the white man's mouth. "Hmmmm...!" moaned the cocksucker, loving the taste of Maleece's ethnic cum as he drank every drop. Maleece pulled back, trying to pull free of the sucking mouth when the man refused to let go. He locked his hands onto Maleece's pants pockets and held his cock captive in his throat, milking it dry. Maleece had to mug the man in the head to pry his tasty meat away from him.
Maleece had just tucked himself and zipped up when he turned to find Malik walking towards him through the crowd.
"Find anything interesting...?" asked Malik, noticing the slings in the background.
"Definitely interested...!" said Maleece, looking back over his shoulder at the men in the sling just as the man standing behind the second guy rammed his hips into his ass and let loose a loud moan, everyone in the club knew he was cumming gobs of hot slick cum straight into the man's colon. "Definitely looks like the kinda place our victims could've gotten raped in!" added Maleece as an afterthought. "Did the manager have anything to say...?"
"Nothing we didn't expect." said Malik, watching as another men took the ass fucker's place. "He claimed nothing like that could happened here because there's no exclusivity to the club. He suggested we try a private residence, or an exclusive gay club, if there's such a place!"
Malik felt a hand rub against his ass, squeezing his butt cheeks through his pants. "Let's get out of here..." he said, brushing the guy's hand away. "...if we stand still too long one of these guys are sure to try something!"
"Yeah..." said Maleece, glancing back at the cocksucker who blew him, watching him already moving on to his next victim.
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PRECINCT-23
Tempest Williams was escorted out the back of the Precinct, away from reporters who had been camping out front since news of the drug lord's arrest broke. Detectives Macnamara and Hightower rode in the front of the armored police van, while Tempest rested in back in shackles, his arms and legs chained to the van's metal floor for added protection.
The van drove away inconspicuously through a back exit, towards Interstate-76, headed for Piedmont Penitentiary in Valley Forge...
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WEST PHILLY
21 year old Elliott McConnell had spent the last several days hanging with friends (clubbing, running the streets, and getting stoned on 40oz's of malt liquor, weed, and Sextasy). For the past two days he stayed in his friend's apartment, lying on his back in bed, his legs pressed tightly against his own chest as one friend (Raheim) lay on top of him, holding him down by the backs of his legs while pounding his pelvic bone straight into Elliott's upturned ass, driving his meaty erection well deep into his friend's well used buttock. While another friend (Quintell) lay across Elliot's head, doing pushups with his pelvis in his face, sinking his dick into Elliott's open throat with each stroke.
The 3 men had been friends since high school, playing basketball in the same playground for years. They had lost touch when Elliott went away to college, but became friends again when Elliott got back and looked them up. After a 2 year absence, they noticed a change in Elliott's behavior. They noticed he wasn't as into girls as he was in high school, checking out more guys now as he openly eyeballed their crotches.
The 3 buddies went to Club West, a popular urban club in west Philly well known for its hip-hop music and thug brawls. It was there that Elliott and his friends scored some Sextasy from one of their street associates. Later that night after gunfire scattered the club's patrons into the streets, they returned to Raheim's spot where they spent the rest of the night tripping and watching the latest movies on bootleg. It was there that the two men questioned Elliott on his current status, asking once and for all if he still liked girls or had he switched over to boys only?
"Well..." said Elliott, feeling kind of loose after drinking and smoking Sextasy. "...when I went away to college..., I learned to enjoy all types of sex!"
"So..., what that mean...?" asked Raheim, no closer to an answer than before. "You like pussy..., or dick...?" he asked bluntly.
"I like eating pussy..." said Elliott, making his friends more at ease. "...but I LOVE sucking dick!" he added to their surprise.
"You're shitting me, right...?" asked Quintell, disbelieving his own ears. "YOU suck dick now...?!"
"Every chance I get!" smiled Elliott, sitting back in one of Raheim's leopard chairs.
"You're lying!"
"You any good at it...?" asked Rahiem, feeling the effects of the drugs and alcohol.
"Definitely!" said Elliott, confidently.
"You ain't no faggot!" declared Quintell, believing Elliott a lair.
"How you know, man...?" argued Raheim.
"Cause my cousin's gay..." answered Quintell. "...he wears girls clothes and makeup...! Now THAT's gay!"
"No..., that's a fucking drag queen!" countered Raheim. "Do YOU wear drag, Elliott...?"
"No!" answered Elliott, promptly. "I just like dick!"
"Are you serious...?" asked Quintell, unable to swallow it. "I mean..., for real?!"
"Yup!" answered Elliott, shamelessly.
"So..., all these years we've been knowing you..., and you've been sucking dick behind our backs...?" asked Raheim.
"Naw man..., I told you..., I didn't start until I was in college...!" defended Elliott.
"What do you GET out of it...?" asked Quintell, trying to understand.
"I dunno..." said Elliott, honestly. "...it..., just FEELS GOOD to have a dick in my mouth, sucking it!" he added after a brief thought.
"Damn..." said Raheim, flexing his legs in and out as he sat back against the sofa. "...as BAD as I be wanting some head too...! You be sucking dick and ain't tell us...?!!"
Elliott licked his lips as he stared between his friend's legs, noticing the crotch beginning to tent. "That's fucked up!"
"I could always give a demonstration..." offered Elliott, hungrily.
Both Quintell and Raheim glanced at each other...
"Naw man..., that's kewl!" declined Quint, speaking for both men.
Later that night while they were all knocked out sleep (Elliott on the sofa, and Quintell on the floor), Elliott was awakened by a gentle shaking. "Yo, El..., wake up man..." whispered Raheim, trying not to disturb Quintell.
Elliott stirred...
"eh...?"
"Yo man..., come into the bedroom...!" offered Raheim, helping Elliott up off the couch.
Elliott felt himself being pulled into the other room as he stepped over Quintell's sleeping body. He walked into Raheim's messy bedroom (clean and dirty clothes all mixed together on the floor along with underwear, Timberlands, and 6 pairs of sneakers), and was helped onto the unmade bed.
Elliott was still half asleep when he noticed Raheim standing directly in front of him, his bulging crotch directly in his face. He looked at the lengthy mound hiding in his friend's jeans, then looked up into his friend's face.
"What's up...?" he asked, curiously.
"I was wondering if you were REALLY serious about that shit you were talking earlier...?" asked Raheim, openly rubbing his crotch. "About sucking dick..., and LIKING it...?"
"Hell yeah!" answered Elliott, now MORE awake.
Raheim unzipped his pants, then reached into the open slit and awkwardly pulled out his 9" erection. Elliott's eyes widened like a rich kid on Christmas morning.
"Then it's all yours, hommie..., --chow down!" offered the fellow 21 year old.
Elliott felt like jumping for joy as he reached up and took his friend's downward curved erection, and began stroking it. He tilted the hardon upward, then from side to side, examining it while he stroked, as a fat pearly drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. Elliott leaned forward and gently licked the cum drop away, tasting its sweet nutty flavor.
Raheim felt his knees buckle when his friend swiped his tongue across his dick head. He bent slightly at the knee, pushing his crotch forward as he aimed his dick up to Elliott's lips. Elliott opened his mouth, then took the fat round head inside, enveloping it in the hot contours of his mouth.
"oooohhh maaaannnnn..." moaned Raheim, tossing his head back dreamingly. He felt Elliott sliding his mouth towards the bend midway down the shaft of his dick before retreating back up the rock hard column until he was sucking sweetly on the head. Raheim looked down to watch the show as his best friend bobbed back and forth, see-sawing his lips on his meaty manhood with definite fervor. He watched the erotic expressions cross Elliott's handsome face as he sucked, realizing that Elliott hadn't been exaggerating about his love for dick as he gobbled it down like a hungry man at an all you can eat buffet.
Elliott worked his mouth up and down the top part of Raheim's hard staff, slicking the shaft thoroughly with spit. When the head banged into the back of his overstuffed mouth, he took a brief moment to relax his throat before carefully adjust to the slight bend and sliding down the rest of the shaft with ease, taking the whole 9" monster well into his open throat. "Damn...!" glee Raheim, having underestimated Elliott's talents. He marveled at his friend's ability to take his thick pipe straight down to his hairy balls. Elliott buried his nose in Raheim's zipper, smelling his friend's musky pubes which attacked his flaring nostrils like an aphrodisiac. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the intoxicating aroma as he churned his boi's dick around lovingly in his throat before slowly retreating back up to the juicy head.
"Shit man..., you're GOOD!" complimented Raheim, watching his glistening manhood emerge from the confides of his friend's throat. "Where you learn this shit..., in school? They teach this type of shit in college...?!"
Elliott said nothing as he looked up into his friend's face, then slowly sank his mouth back down around the shaft until he had his nose buried once again in his friend's crotch. He continued to stare up into Raheim's face as his friend looked down at him, watching him slowly devour his dick over and over. For 10 solid minutes Elliott sucked Raheim's dick, deep throating and swallowing his meaty sausage again and again until he felt Raheim grab his head and begin to fuck his face.
"Shit man, I'm getting close...! Suck that shit for me, man! Catch that nutt!"
Elliott kept up with Raheim's growing pace as his friend slapped his pelvic bone into his face repeatedly, burying his awkwardly curved pole over and over as he built up a steady rhythm. He hammered into Elliott's mouth nonstop, using every inch of his impressive tool (which seemed perfectly shaped for throat fucking) as he plunged and plundered his friend's throat with deep penetrating strokes.
Elliott had learned to throat dick in college, allowing his fraternity brothers to use his mouth, throat, and ass at will. In college, he HAD to learn to deep throat or risk suffocation. There had been many times during his training that Elliott had lost consciousness while getting face fucked, his teachers ignoring his desperate need for air as they plunged away at his throat until he felt light headed from a lack of sufficient oxygen. More times than he could count, Elliott had passed out with one frat brother throat raping his face, only to awakened with another frat brother plunging his raging hardon straight down his over worked and sore throat. Eventually he learned how to breathe between thrusts, gasping down air threw his windpipe to keep from passing out. Once he learned how to stay conscious, there wasn't a dick on campus he couldn't conquer.
"Fuck man..., I'm cumming...!" announced Raheim, tightened his grip on the back of Elliott's head as he fucked his throat deeper. "You want this nutt...? Or do you want me to pull out...?"
"MMMMMMFFFppphhhh...!!" groaned Elliott, staring up at Raheim with pleading eyes.
"I take that as a yes!" assumed Raheim, going forward. He slammed his dick down Elliott's throat a half dozen more times before he felt his dick thicken and pulsate.
Elliott felt the fat tool swell in his mouth, then burst forth an explosion of warm creamy cum which spit down his throat and painted along his tongue and gum line. Elliott felt a great sense of satisfaction wash over him as his reward traveled down into the pit of his stomach. He held Raheim's pulsing dick in his mouth for a long time, feeling it pump and throb as it spurt 9 thick rich healthy gobs of potent sperm down into his gullet. Raheim relaxed his grip on Elliott's head as he recovered, regaining strength in his weakened knees. Elliott continued to nurse of the (still hard) tool, getting every drop from the long hard shaft as he milked it thoroughly with his hand.
"Fuck man...! That shit was on point! You give head better than most girls I know!" said Raheim, watching Elliott nurse on the last few drops of his nectar. "It's a fucking shame you ain't got no pussy..., I'd fuck the SHIT out of you right now homs!"
"I do!" said Elliott, undoing his pants.
Raheim watched in confusion. Did Elliott just say he had a pussy? He watched in amusement as his friend stood up and pulled down his pants and underwear in one shot. Raheim's wonder ceased when he saw Elliott's fat (semi-hard) 9" cut, lite bright dick come into view. But Elliott surprised him when he stepped out of his pants, then laid back on the bed and threw his long legs up into the air, revealing his hairless ass crack. He reached down and grabbed both perfectly primed cheeks and pulled them apart, showing his tiny pink rosebud. "Here's my pussy! You can fuck this!" he offered.
"I dunno..." said Raheim skeptically, letting a guy suck his dick was ONE thing, but butt fucking him up his ass was another!
"Trust me..." said Elliott, looking up from between his own spread legs. "...if you liked my mouth..., you're gonna LOVE my pussy! No teeth!"
Raheim chuckled mildly at Elliott's joke, but never took his eyes off the sweet looking boy-hole before him. Indeed it did look adorably fuckable. He definitely wanted to stick his dick in it to test it out, but he didn't want anybody finding out about it. After all, he wasn't gay!
"This just between US, right...?" he asked, stroking his still hard dick as it ached for another release. "Nobody..., and I mean NO-body can know about this!" warned Raheim, determined to keep his straight status in check.
"You think I WANT people to know I like dick...?" asked Elliott, flexing his hole enticingly. "Nobody would hear it from ME!" he offered, hoping that might make a difference.
Raheim accepted his friend's assurance as he stepped in closer and climbed up onto the bed between Elliott's legs. Elliott spit into his fingers, then quickly massaged them onto his asshole, lubing it up for his friend's use. Raheim waited with eager anticipation as Elliott poked a few fingers in to relax his sphincter muscles. Once ready, he alerted his friend, removing his hand as Raheim aligned his dick, then sank the head inside.
"awwww..." he groaned, loving the way Elliott's hole felt as it slowly swallowed his pride and joy from tip to thick hairy base in one long swoop. Elliott's eyes bulged as Raheim ground his pelvis into his ass, churning his manhood around in his ass. "Fuck man..., you're tight as a mother fucker...!" he gasped, surprisingly.
"Fuck that ass anyway you want to, man! It's yours for the taking!" encouraged Elliott, horny for a pounding.
"That's wussup, niggah...!" said Raheim, liking what he heard. "I'm gonna tear this shit up! And don't be begging me to stop like those bitches do, neither...!"
"I won't!" assured Elliott, tucking his knees behind his armpits.
Raheim leaned in over top Elliot's double jointed body, using the backs of his legs as rails as he began doing pushups into his friend's ass. Both he and Elliott looked down between their bodies, watching as Raheim's long hard curved dick pulled free from Elliott's hot depths. He pulled back until only the head remained in before reburying his dick all the way up to the balls. He repeated this move over and over, slowly gaining speed and momentum as he fucked. He couldn't get over how closely fucking a man's ass was to fucking a woman's pussy, especially in the missionary position Elliott lay in. He loved being able to look down and see his big dick slicing through his friend's ass, sliding back and forth between his spread cheeks as the tight taut inner lining of the moist anus hugged and sucked at his thick rod like a wet vagina.
"Damn man..., I can't believe how GOOD this shit feels...!" he moaned aloud, more to himself than to Elliott.
"It feels good to me too, man...! Don't stop! Keep fucking me!" gasped Elliott, feeling the dick dig deeper into his rectum with every inward plunge. He already had one load of Raheim's cum in his stomach, and found his asshole craving another. He tightened his anal muscles around the thrusting shaft with every inward stroke, then relaxed it with every outward, effectively using the anal muscles to suck Raheim's dick as efficiently as his mouth had.
Raheim (no stranger to good sex) fucked Elliott's ass hard and long, having already cum once. He slammed his hips into Elliott's ass with growing aggression, using his ass as a springboard as the sound of their slapping flesh filled the bedroom. Elliott's moans grew louder as Raheim's hips pumped faster. Soon the sounds of hot sex filled the air as they began moving together in unison like a well oiled machine. Elliott took Raheim's steady pounding like a pro, never complaining once as his friend fucked at his own accord. He allowed Raheim to fuck him as hard and deep as he wanted, changing the pace ever so often when he wanted to prolong the feeling. Elliott watched Raheim's facial expressions change from curious amusement, to downright serious hardcore as beads of sweat began to sprout out across his brow.
Raheim bit down on his lower lip as he concentrated on the single goal of blowing another load. He pounded into Elliott relentlessly, slamming his hips into the spread ass beneath him for close to 20 minutes before he felt that familiar knot in his balls. Elliott saw Raheim's eyes roll upward as the moment of truth came upon them. With growing urgency, he hammered harder, driving himself well deep into Elliott's panting body. Elliott saw stars as Raheim's face twist in a painful bliss as his mouth suddenly dropped agape, no sound coming from his throat as his body stiffened and his muscled popped. Elliott waited with bated breath as a tiny groan escaped Raheim's throat, then quickly escalated into a mighty roar as his dick suddenly burst with another intense orgasm.
"aaarrrrRRRRRRHHHHHHGGGG...!!!" he screamed as he came buckets in Elliott's bowels, sending scores of ripe mature sperm into his friend's battered innards.
Elliott graciously accepted every gush of semen as it pumped into him, filling his rectum to capacity as the deeply embedded dick pulsed and throbbed wildly inside him with a life of its own. Elliott reached down and merely touched his own stiff standing erection, and suddenly (unexpectedly) came all over his own face, chest, and stomach, shooting out 6 fresh spurts of creamy cum before Raheim (unaware of Elliott's orgasm) fell down on top of him. The two men lay chest to chest, their hearts beating a mile a minute as they rested with Elliott's dick still oozing cum between them.
MORNING
Quintell awoke on Raheim's living room floor the next morning, feeling a bit warmed over from last night's partying. He crawled to his feet, then slowly made his way into the bathroom where he quickly relieved himself of a much needed piss. After flushing, he made his way back into the living room, noticing (for the first time) that Elliott wasn't sleeping on the sofa. Curiously he wandered his way through Raheim's open bedroom door, and was shocked to find both Elliott and Raheim in bed together naked.
He blinked several times, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Raheim was spooned in closely behind Elliott's naked body, his dick (while soft) firmly planted between Elliott's ass cheeks, still buried in his ass.
Raheim slowly began to stir to life after a peaceful night's sleep. He hugged the body before him, thrusting his hips into the backside as he reburied his ramrod in the moist hole it lay dormant in. Raheim's memories began playing back to him that the body in his bed wasn't female. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to see his best friend Elliott lying before him. Memories of their hot night flashed freshly in his mind, reminding him that they were no longer just homboiz.
Raheim remembered the two orgasms he had thanks to Elliott, and felt his dick start to stiffen again in his friend's behind. At that moment he saw movement from the corner of his eye, and looked up in the doorway to see his other best friend (Quintell) staring in at them, his mouth agape in shock.
"Quint...!" called Raheim as Quintell turned and disappeared back into the living room. "Quint...! Yo, Quint...! Wait up...!" he yelled, yanking his hardon from Elliott's ass as he jumped up out of bed in pursuit.
Elliott (now awake) saw Raheim running towards the door, and realized they must have been caught red handed.
"Quint...! Let me explain, man..." said Raheim, catching up with Quintell as he was putting on his shoes.
"Ain't no need to explain, man..., I know what I saw...!" said Quintell, sitting in a chair with his head facing the floor as he hastily fastened his shoes.
"Yo man..., I was high as shit last night...!" defended Raheim, hoping to use the alcohol and drugs as an excuse.
"I was high too..." exclaimed Quintell. "...but I ain't wake up with my dick up my homboy's..." he stopped himself before he said `ass'. "I can't believe my two hommies went OUT like that...! So what..., you both GAY now...?!" he questioned, looking up at his naked friend for answers.
"Fuck NO I ain't gay!" declared Raheim, vehemently. "I just..." he started, unsure what he could possibly say to rationally explain his actions? "...I just..., got REALLY horny last night and wanted to know what it felt like to fuck a guy...! I mean..., El was willing..., so I excepted...!"
"And...?" asked Quintell, curiously.
"And what...?" asked Raheim, confused.
"How'd it feel...?" asked Quintell.
Raheim thought back...
"It was..., fucking AMAZING man...!" he admitted, surprising both Quintell and himself. "I don't know what they be teaching up there in that school Elliott went to..., but he HAD to be at the top of his class in dick sucking 101!" he laughed.
"Yo man..., I ain't trying to HEAR ALL THAT, for real yo!" said Quintell, jumping to his feet after he finished his shoes. "How you just gonna fuck one of your BOIZ like that...?!"
"Hey..." said Raheim, determined to help Quintell understand. "...ever have a girl you were REAL cool with but didn't fuck, one you treated more like a lil' sister more than an actual chick...?"
"Yeah..., so...?"
"Then one day yall get to playing around and end up actually fucking, and it turned out to be one of the best fucks you ever had...? That ever happen to you...?"
"Well..., yeah...!" answered Quintell.
"THAT's what happened with me and El...! I didn't expect it to happen..., I didn't even WANT it to happen..., we got fucked up and started messing around..., then the next thing we knew he was giving me the best head I ever had!"
"For real...?" asked Quintell, curiously.
"Trust me man..., when El said he like dick, --he LIKED dick!" assured Raheim. "He's got skillz man! Serious skillz! You should try him out...! He'd suck yours too!" he offered.
"I..., I don't know..." said Quintell, skeptically. "...we've known El since 5th grade!"
"Believe me, man..., your dick will THANK you!" encouraged Raheim. "His mouth's like butter!"
Quintell thought about it, still feeling a little randy after the Sextasy...
"You coming in with me IF I go...?" he asked, needing support.
"Yeah..., I'll go in with you..." said Raheim, leading the way back into the bedroom.
"Everything alright...?" asked Elliott curiously from the bed, as Raheim walked back into the room.
"Yeah..." said Raheim, walking in naked. "...Quint wants his dick sucked too!" he said, revealing their mutual friend in the background. "You gonna help him out...?"
"Yeah...!" said Elliott, sitting up in bed as Quintell walked nervously into the room. Elliott scooted down to the edge of the bed as Quintell stood directly in front of him. Elliott didn't notice any bulges in Quintell's pants, and looked up at his friend curiously to see if he was truly interested?
Quintell made no move as he stood and waited, unsure himself if he really wanted this to happen.
"Go ahead..." encouraged Raheim, standing off to the side watching. "...suck his dick!"
Elliott reached up under Quintell's shirt and began undoing his pants, half expecting Quintell to stop him. He unbuckled his belt, then unfastened his pants, allowing them to hit the floor with a heavy thump. Quintell wore leaf green boxer shorts with lucky white four leaf clovers printed about. He reached between his friend's legs, feeling for his limp dick before fishing it out of his shorts. Quintell made no moves to encourage nor discourage Elliott, as he leaned in and took the soft meaty pud between his lips.
Elliott wasn't quite sure how Quintell felt, or what he thought about his sexuality. He sucked his friend's soft dick, bathing it in warm spit as he pulled and massaged the soft flesh with his lips. After a few minutes he decided Quintell wasn't into it, and that maybe he ought to stop and quit while he was ahead, when Quintell's dick started to suddenly swell and fatten. Elliott sucked harder, feeling the dick lengthen between his lips, growing to a full 6 and 3/4 inches.
Quintell felt Elliott's tongue lapping at his underbelly, gently caressing the sensitive underside of his dick despite his efforts not to enjoy it. After a few minutes of gentle caressing, he couldn't help growing hard, loving the way Elliot's mouth melted around his stiff standing hardon.
"Shit feels good as shit, don't it...?" asked Raheim, watching from a close distance.
"Hell yeah!" agreed Quintell, unable to deny the sensation.
He held his long shirt up over his stomach so he would have an unobstructed view of Elliott's mouth sliding up and down his dick. Elliott loved Quintell's strong washboard abs, the muscles flexing with each slight thrust of Quintell's hips, helping drive his dick into the kneeling man's mouth. Elliott used his tongue as a cradle along the underbelly, brushing it back and forth along the full length as his lips sucked and slurped the rigid column. All too soon he felt Quintell tense up, then felt the torrent tidal wave of semen rush into his mouth.
"AWE FUCK..., AWE SHIT..., AWE DAMN, I'M CUMMING...! I'M CUMMING...! I'M FUCKING CUMMING...!" yelled Quintell, his eyes closed shut as he rested his free hand atop Elliott's head and gently pumped his hips forth. "Take it, man..., take that fucking load...! Awww fuck...!"
Elliott felt each spurt of cum as it spit across his tongue and slid easily down the back of his throat. Quintell's nutt was thinner and slightly more bitter than Raheim's, but Elliott loved it anyway, drinking it as quickly as an alcoholic would his favorite beverage. When Quintell finally finished cumming, Elliott pulled back, wondering what his friend's demeanor would be now that he had orgasm?
"How WAS it...?" asked Raheim, hard again after watching the show.
"You were right, man..." said Quintell, stepping back as his dying dick rested over his ball sac. "...his mouth is like fucking butter...! I ain't never cum so fast...!"
"Watch THIS...!" said Raheim, pushing Elliott onto his back and he raised his legs to reveal his asshole again. Elliott didn't resist as Raheim climbed up onto the bed with him, spit into his hand to lubricate his dick, then aimed it up to Elliott's cum slick asshole and rammed inside.
"AARRHHH...!" grunted Elliott, squirming at the rough entry as Raheim planted his log deep within his well. Without waiting for Elliott to recover, Raheim started fucking wildly, beating up Elliott's inside with deep hard strokes. Elliott knew the rough treatment was more a display of cockiness, showing off to Quintell at his expense. Raheim didn't beat his pussy up this badly when it was just the two of them.
"Damn..., he gets fucked too...?!" gasped Quintell, bending down to get a better view. "He took your dick without even flinching!" he added in amazement.
"I fucked him last night..." said Raheim, never missing a stroke as he pumped in and out of Elliott's spread cunt. "This shit feels even better than his pussy mouth! You oughta try THIS shit when I'm through...!"
"Naw..." said Quintell, having reached the limit of what he was willing to do. "...head's fine...!"
"Suit yourself..." said Raheim, fucking harder as he drilled his dick straight through Elliott like a harpoon. "...I ain't passing up no good pussy..., and THIS pussy rival any girl's shit ANY day!"
Quintell made no comment as he simply watched one friend fuck another. He couldn't deny how good Elliott's asshole looked swallowing up Raheim's dick (taking it full length from head to thick ballsy base), but he just couldn't condone fucking another guy. He watched with growing lust (however) as Raheim rammed his hips back and forth, pounding deeply into their boi's guts. Elliott seemed to be taking the fucking just fine, grunting softly as he locked his legs behind his armpit to give Raheim full access into his warm bowels.
Quintell's dick rose rock hard again, sticking straight out from his green boxers. He walked up to the head of the bed, then climbed on and leaned in over Elliott's face. Elliott tilted his head up, willingly opening his mouth as wide as he could to guide Quintell's dick back in. Quintell sank his prod back into his friend's mouth, feeling Elliott lock his lips around the hard shaft as he began to fuck his friend's mouth while Raheim fucked his sweet ass.
Both men pumped into Elliott's body from two different ends. Both using his warm wet orifices to plunge their hardons, fucking him with hard rough strokes until they felt their balls throbbing out their next loads.
"Fuck...! I'm gonna cum...!" announced Raheim, watching Elliott suck dick up close. He hovered overhead as he pumped his dick in and out of ass, watching Elliott suck and slurp along Quintell's dick as if it was made of delicious chocolate.
He came hard, ramming his hips forth one last time as he unloaded another full load of baby batter deep into Elliott's entrails. Elliott moaned around Quintell's dick, feeling Raheim pulse inside him. Quintell removed his hardon from his sucking mouth, then began jacking himself over his upturned face. Elliott extended his tongue, ready to capture any cum that shot from the ready to pop erection.
"Shoot your shit all over his face...!" encouraged Raheim, stilling cumming in Elliott's ass.
Quintell stroked his dick madly, heated beyond his wildest dreams as he pumped his hand back and forth like a piston.
"Here it comes...!" he warned, aiming his dick down towards Elliott's gaping mouth. "Here it comes...!" he repeated, Elliott's spit acting as lubricant as he stroked harder and faster. "Here it comes...! Here it comes...! Here it...COMES!!" he shouted, shooting hot spurts of white slick cum across Elliott's open mouth and extended tongue.
"Oh god...!" groaned Elliott, feeling the warm cum gush splatter against his face before capturing the flaring head back between his lips.
"Oh shit...!" gasped Quintell, emptying the rest of his load in Elliott's mouth.
Elliott gathered the cum (sucking softly about the head and shaft), before swallowing it down the back of his throat. "Damn he a nasty bitch...!" laughed Quintell, shivering every time Elliott's tongue ran over his sensitive dick head, looking for more semen.
"Yeah..." smiled Raheim, keeping his dick embedded. "...but he's OUR bitch!"
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ROUTE-76
The transport van road steadily down the Interstate, heading towards Piedmont Penitentiary in Valley Forge Pennsylvania. Detective Hightower watched the road carefully from the passenger's seat, keeping his eyes peeled for outside influence that might be waiting to bust their prisoner (27 year old drug lord Tempest Williams) free.
Detective Macnamara was in the driver's seat, keeping an eye on Hightower. He was so close to making a million dollars of tax free money, that he could practically smell the bills. He only had ONE real obstacle standing in his way..., --his partner.
"Relax man..., no one's following us...! I've been watching!" said Macnamara, trying to catch his partner off his guard.
"I've been watching too...!" said Hightower, keeping his eye on a car speeding by. "Tempest has already escaped prison once..., I'm NOT about to have him do it again on MY watch!"
Macnamara sighed. This might be harder than he thought.
"What would you do if he offered you money to let him go free...?" asked Mac out of the clear blue, causing Hightower to look at him curiously. "Not just money..., but enough money that you wouldn't ever have to work again..., not unless you wanted to?"
"I'd tell him to take his money and stick it up his ass!" stated Hightower, honestly.
"But you don't know how much money we're talking...!" argued Macnamara.
"It wouldn't matter..." said Hightower, sticking to his morals. "...it's ALL tainted! It's blood money! It wouldn't be worth it! I'd still have to see myself in the mirror everyday!"
Macnamara ran his hand nervously through his thinning hair...
"So you just one of those chore boys, eh...?" he asked, sounding pissed. "You think everything is black and white...? Good or bad? Right and wrong?"
"Yup! That's right!" agreed Hightower, confidently.
"Well you're wrong, man...! I KNOW you are! Know HOW I know...?" asked Macnamara, looking over at his partner.
"How...?" asked Hightower, curiously.
"Cause of THIS!" said the detective, pulling his gun from his hoister as he aimed it at his partner.
"That shit ain't funny...!" said Hightower, believing Macnamara joking. "Put that thing away before somebody gets hurt!"
"You HAD to ruin it, didn't you...?" asked Macnamara, alternating between watching the car covered road and his partner. ""You just couldn't go along with it, could you...? I was willing to cut you in on the deal..., to slice you off a little piece of the pie..., but you just HAD to be a chore boy!"
"What are you talking about, Scotty...?" asked Hightower, confused. "And put that fucking gun away!"
Macnamara cocked it, giving Hightower his first indication that he might be serious.
"I don't want to have to hurt you, Nick..." said Mac, getting desperate.
"Hurt me...?" asked Hightower, realizing this was no game. "You'd SHOOT me for that drug dealer...?!!"
"It's a LOT of money...!" said Macnamara.
"You'll never SEE it..." argued Hightower, fighting for his life. "...he'd find some way to fuck you over! You'd NEVER get that money!"
"It's waiting for me at the rendezvous!" informed Mac, seeing his turn off coming up.
Hightower knew it was now or never as he reached for the gun. The struggled for a brief moment before it fired with a loud POP. Hightower screamed in pain as the bullet ripping through his torso, piercing straight through to exit through the other side. The van screeched across two lanes, side swiping another car before speeding down the off ramp.
With Hightower now unconscious and bleeding (possibly) fatally, Macnamara pulled drove like a bat out of hell until he came to the predetermined rendezvous 12 miles from the prison. He saw his party parked along an unfinished neighborhood development, the workers having already gone home for the day. He pulled in next to them, getting out of the vehicle and leaving his partner behind. The back door opened to a long black limousine, as Brian Dunn (Tempest's assistant) got out carrying a briefcase.
"Where's Tempest...?" he asked, wanting to see the merchandise first.
Macnamara walked around back of the van, unlocked the back door, then dragged Tempest out into the open bound and gagged.
"Show me the money!" yelled Mac, holding Tempest in one hand, and his gun in another.
Dunn tossed the briefcase up onto the trunk of the limo, then popped it open. Macnamara walked over to the limo cautiously, holding Tempest in front as a shield in case Dunn was stupid enough to try to double cross him.
He walked up to the back of the limo, then looked down into the case. Sure enough there were rows and rows of crisp freshly printed bills, hundreds of thousands of dollars.
"Is THAT supposed to be a million dollars...?" he asked, believing the briefcase too small.
"It's HALF a million!" corrected Dunn. "You get HALF now..., and HALF when Tempest is in a more secured location!"
"Fuck that! That wasn't the plan!" argued Macnamara, pulling Tempest back.
"It IS the plan..." countered Dunn. "...take it or leave it!"
Macnamara aimed his gun at Dunn, tempted to shoot the lying assistant where he stood. Then (on second thought) he aimed it at Tempest's head, figuring he could always lie and say the prisoner tried to escape before getting his brains blown out. But then he had a third thought, and decided it best to take the money and run.
"Okay..." he said, lowering his weapon. "...we'll go someplace more secure..., but he's not leaving my sight for a minute until I get what's coming to me!"
"Agreed!" said Dunn, closing the case as he, Tempest, and Macnamara got into the back of the limousine...
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