[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-30 Title: BACK TO BASICS
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WEST PHILLY
27 year old Divine Graham lay in her husband's bed, draped loosely in one of his oversized t-shirts which she now used as a nightgown. Dreams of his senseless murder replayed in her head like reruns of a bad movie. She kept seeing his head explode as chunks of brain matter cascaded about the cabin and dotted one of her favorite sundresses blood red. She screamed aloud as she tried to exit the vehicle which had become his coffin. As she fought with the door handle, her dead husband suddenly grabbed her arm, shaking her relentless as she screamed blood curdling screeches directly in his corpse rotted face...
"Divine...! Divine...! Wake up gurl...! You're having a BAD DREAM...!" yelled Dedra Wright (aka D-Money's wife) as she sat on the edge of the bed, concerned.
Divine was slow to come out of her dream state, but with the constant urging of Dedra, she soon found herself sobbing in reality...
"I'm sorry..." she cried embarrassed, wiping the tears from her eyes. "...did I wake you and your husband...?"
"Dwayne...?" asked Dedra, making a face. "He could sleep through a tornado! No..., I heard you over here screaming...! And you don't have anything to be sorry for..." exclaimed Dedra, supportively. "...you JUST lost your husband in a senseless shooting...! What woman wouldn't cry over that...?"
"But I'm not a real woman..." argued Divine, trying to snap herself out of it. "...I was born a MAN...! I oughta be able to handle this better...!"
"Says WHO...?" asked Dedra. "WHO says men are supposed to be emotionless...? Men..? Hell..., most of them are too stupid to even know what they're feeling at all, let alone HOW to feel!" she joked, causing Divine to chuckle aloud for the first time since her husband's death. "There's a million things you've got to do before you can have your official nervous breakdown...! You've still got to plan Pooh's funeral! You have to meet with your lawyer and find out about changing over the deed to this house..., cause lord knows those babies mommas of your husband are going to try to get everything! AND you have to attend Pooh's memorial...! You know he was loved by a lot of the kids in the neighborhood...! A lot of people don't realize how much he gave back to the community! He really didn't want to see kids following in his footsteps..., he wanted something better for them!"
"I know..." said Divine, in total agreement. "...he had the biggest heart of any man I'd ever met...!"
"And his dick was nothing to sneeze at either...!" joked Dedra, fully aware of what Pooh had to offer.
"And I'm gonna miss THAT too...!" pouted Divine, sitting up in bed. "I've been meaning to ask, Dee..." added Divine, staring at the pregnant woman's covered belly. "...exactly WHOSE baby are you carrying...? I mean..., it's not like you and Money were being monogamous when I met you...! Are you SURE it's Money's baby and not my husband's...?"
"I'm positive!" said Dedra, assuredly. "Money and I only returned here because I was pregnant...! DeWayne didn't feel it was right to bring a child into our situation with Pooh looking for us with a grudge..., so we came back to work out a deal...! It's NOT Pooh's baby I'm carrying..., it's MY husband's...! I swear!"
"No disrespect..." assured Divine, wanting to clear the air. "Oh shit, what TIME is it...?" she asked, looking over at the clock.
"It's 8:30am...!" answered Dedra.
"Damn...! I'm supposed to be at Pooh's lawyer's office at 10!" she said, jumping out of bed.
"What happens at 10...?" questioned Dedra, getting up to follow Divine into the closet.
"I'm supposed to be at the reading of the Will! Pooh's Will!" yelled Divine, disappearing into the walk-in closet to find an outfit.
"Oh THAT ought to be fun!" said Dedra sarcastically. "You and all of Pooh's babies mommas, all in one room...! I'd like to be a fly on that wall!"
"Exactly HOW MANY kids do Pooh have...?" asked Divine curiously, having never talked it over with her husband.
"Who knows...?" said Dedra. "You'll certainly find out today! I'd make every one of those bitches submit to a DNA test, pending the Will! I'd be damn if I'd let them get anything without proof of paternity!"
"I'm not looking to go in there and get rich..." said Divine, coming out of the closet with two distinct outfits. One was black, indicating mourning, while the other was white, indicating life. "...all I want is what I have a right to! Which one should I wear...?" she asked, holding up both dresses.
"Well..., black IS appropriate..." suggested Dedra, thoughtfully. "But white will turn heads...!"
"Oh..." responded Divine, "...I didn't know I were looking to make a fashion statement...!"
"Well, you certainly don't want to be the only one in there looking tore up from the floor up with mascara running down your black stained cheeks...!" declared Dedra. "You know Pooh was a big man in this city..., regardless of his background...! The media will be all over this story..., taping interviews, following the funeral..., wanting to capture his grieving widow on film...! You've got to go out there and represent! Pooh wouldn't want you looking like some wilted flower!"
"You're right..." agreed Divine, tossing the black dress aside. "...the Lady Divine ain't hardly goin' out like that!" she stated with flare.
Dedra watched with support as Divine shed her husband's shirt and stripped down naked in front of her. Being over 6 months pregnant, she couldn't help admiring Divine's perfectly formed and flawless body as she stood before her naked. "What...?" asked Divine, catching Dedra looking. "What's wrong...?"
"Nothing...!" answered Dedra, honestly. "Do you know...you're really very pretty...? I mean for an ex BOY...!"
"Thanks...!" chuckled Divine, not giving much thought as Dedra's eyes gazed over her breasts.
"You're tits are beautiful...!" she added, touching them openly.
"Tempest bought me my first pair when I was 18..., but I had them enhanced when I got my sex change in Miami...!" informed Divine, as Dedra continued to fondle her in amazement.
"They're absolutely gorgeous..." continued Dedra, examining the fat erect nipples. Divine gave the fondling little thought, believing this was how women acted behind closed door, until Dedra suddenly leaned forward to kiss them.
Divine was shocked as Dedra kissed each breasts gently, then suckled the hard nipples with her mouth and tongue. Divine wasn't sure what was going on or how to handle it. When Dedra didn't seem close to stopping, Divine stepped back uncomfortably...
"uh..." she protested, feeling as if she had just been molested. "...sorry, I'm not THAT kinda girl...!"
"How do you know what kind of girl you are, unless you try it...?" inquired Dedra, stepping forward boldly.
"Because I was gay long BEFORE I became a woman...!" reasoned Divine, firmly. "I wasn't into girls then, and I'm NOT into them now...!" she explained without hesitation.
"But you USED to be a man..." argued Dedra. "...surely there's still SOME SIDE of you that find girls attractive...?"
"Honey..., I NEVER found girls attractive, not like THAT! I've always seen them as competition! I ain't go through the pain of having a sex change..., cutting off my beautiful dick and balls..., --and believe me honey, they were a gorgeous set..., just to become a lesbian!" countered Divine. "I know what I am and I know what I like...! And I knew that since I was 9 years old!"
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MANAYUNK
52 year old police captain David L. McConnell awoke to a knock at his front door. He sat up in bed (alone), scratching his salt & pepper hair as he peeked through sleepy eyes at the digital alarm clock beside the bed. Yawning, he flung the covers back and swung his long hairy mulatto legs over the edge of the bed until he was sitting upright. The continuous knocking caused him to skip his usual trip to the bathroom to relieve his morning piss. Instead he stood up, grabbed his bathrobe, then wrapped it loosely about his well toned body to hide his morning erection and headed for the door.
"Who is it dad...?" asked 21 year old Elliott McConnell, also having stumbled out of bed with a yawn.
"I don't know, son..., go back to bed..." suggested David, knowing his son didn't usually get up until well after noon. While concerned that his son might be lacking sufficient drive, he was just glad to have him in his life, spending time together under the same roof.
Elliott yawned again as he stood in the doorway to his room, scratching his inner thigh through his loose fitting boxers. McConnell reached for the doorknob just as the knocker began to pound even harder. "I'm here, I'm here..." he called as he unlocked the door and pulled it open. "...this better be impor...tant..." he stunned, looking into the face of a camera.
"Captain McConnell..." called a television reporter, shoving his microphone the Captain's face. "...I'm Chad Bradley from Action News! I was wondering if you cared to comment on the recent murder of one of your Precinct's officers...? An Officer Andrew Roberts!"
"I uh..." started McConnell, wondering how the reporter found his private address? "...I'm devastated of course! We take EVERY homicide in our district personally, but Officer Roberts' murder hit us particularly close to home! We will not rest until his killer, or killers, are promptly brought to justice! Thank you!" he stated before trying to close the door.
"uh..., HOW WELL did you know the victim...?" questioned the reporter, placing his foot in the door to keep it from closing, knowing he only had a few seconds of window before the captain would grow leery of the questions and end the conversation abruptly.
"I uh..., I knew him..." responded McConnell, vaguely.
"I have a source that says Officer Roberts was living here with you in your apartment up until his time of death..., is that true Captain...?" questioned Bradley, sticking the microphone back in his face.
The camera zoomed in on McConnell's unshaven expression as he tried to mask his surprise at the question...
"Yes..., Officer Roberts did live here for awhile..." he admitted, knowing it would look bad if he didn't tell the truth. "...but had already moved out just prior to his death!"
"Seeing how you teo were roommates, so to speak..., do YOU have any personal insight on WHO might have wanted to officer Roberts murdered? Did he have any enemies that you might have known of...?"
"Officer Roberts was a decent man, and a good officer..., we don't believe the person who murdered him knew him personally..., though we are not ruling that out!" answered McConnell.
"Do YOU feel threatened, seeing how Roberts was living here with you before he was found murdered in such a heinous way? Do you feel as if YOU may be targeted next?" asked Bradley, curiously.
"No. Definitely not!" said McConnell. "The people responsible for Andy's death were punks! They wouldn't dare come after someone who might be expecting them!"
"Is that an open invitation, Captain...?" asked Bradley with a smirk.
"That's all!" said McConnell, closing his door.
As soon as the door was closed, he bolted the lock and took a deep sigh of relief. He knew it would only be a matter of time before reporters linked him and Andy together. And now that the cat was out of the bag, it could only go downhill from there.
21 year old Elliott stood in the background watching his father's reaction. He could tell that the line of questions had shaken his father, he hadn't seen his dad so worried since his mother outed him in front of his children years ago, turning them against him. And for that and that alone, Elliott felt frightened for his dad...
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PRECINCT-23
27 year old police detective Malik Jones walked into his squad-room, ready for work. He punched his time-card in at the clock, then walked over to his partner's desk and placed a Duncan Doughnut's Coffee down in front of him. Maleece looked up at the cup from his computer and smirked. "What happened to YOU yesterday...?" he asked, taking a break from the computer as he sat back in his seat and sipped the tasty coffee.
"Needed an extra day off..." said Malik simply, taking his seat. "Did I miss anything...?"
"Only the death of Whinny The Pooh..., his hysterical wife Peaches, and my ex...!" said Maleece, sarcastically. "The place was like a fucking circus yesterday while you were no doubt all laid up in your boyfriend's arms...!"
"Wasn't like that..." defended Malik, looking around to make sure no one was within listening range. "...I just found out that I got a girl pregnant...!"
"Pregnant...?" asked Maleece, looking shocked. "Since when you start dating fish again...?"
"I'm not...! Marvin and I did a 3sum with this girl he knew..., and it got a little out of hand...!"
"I'd say...!" said Maleece, watching Malik from across the desks. "So...? What's gonna happen now...?"
"She's keeping the baby...!" informed Malik, looking somewhat tired. "Marvin thinks she's faking the pregnancy to extort money from us for a fake abortion, but she claimed she doesn't want any help from me..., that she only told me in case I wanted to be a part of the baby's life...! She's planning on having it rather I'm a part of it or not!"
"How do you feel about that...?" asked Maleece, enthralled by the story. "I mean..., knowing there might be a kid of yours running around out there unknown...!"
"I don't know..." said Malik. "...I don't know this girl at all..., but on the other hand, this might be my only real shot at having a kid biologically!"
"Why you say that...?" asked Maleece, curiously. "Don't you ever plan on going back to dating girls...? On getting married and raising a family...?"
"I don't know...?" admitted Malik, honestly. "I think about it sometimes..., but honestly, I can't imagine my life without Marvin in it...! He's been such an overwhelming force in my life for the past 2 years plus..., that I just can't imagine my life without him! Know what I mean...?"
"Yeah..." said Maleece, thinking of Jake. Being in such close range of him again (so close that he could literally smell his cologne), got Maleece wondering had he been too hasty in break up with him? But picturing Jake getting butt fucked on that cell phone was just too much to take (chap-15, pt-1)! Yet..., Maleece realized HE himself hadn't been faithful at the time while sneaking around with Tony Vincelli. Blaming Jake for cheating when they both had been equally unfaithful was wrong. Maleece felt he needed to at least clear the air with Jake, before moving on...
"What about you...?" asked Malik, bringing Maleece back to reality. "Do YOU plan on going back to women now that you and Jake have broken up...?"
"Definitely!" said Maleece without hesitation. "Men ain't nothing but trouble!"
"You're preaching to the chore now...!" joked Malik, agreeing. "Any word yet on Macnamara, or Tempest Williams...?" he inquired, searching through his email.
"We had tip from his former girlfriend Peaches that he was traveling though West Philly via a stretch limousine not too long after his escape..., so there's an APB out on that...!"
"Peaches...?" asked Malik, not hearing that name in years.
"Or should I say the new MRS Whinny Graham...? Pooh's wife!" corrected Maleece, causing Malik's jaw to drop. "Apparently, she's had some sort of sex change operation in Miami and married him...! All sounds too Hollywood to me...!"
"How's Jake...? Does he know...?" asked Malik, curiously.
"He knows..." answered Maleece. "...him and his partner found her in the middle of the street screaming her head off that her husband had just been shot...!"
"How's he taking it...?" asked Malik, knowing the history between Jake and Peaches.
"I don't know..., it's not my concern...!" answered Maleece, coldly.
"You can't be THAT heartless...!" said Malik, looking through Jake. "You dated him..., --LIVED with him for well over a year...! You HAVE to still care for him...!?"
"Of course I do..." said Maleece, under his breath so no one else could hear him. "...but it's over now! His private life is his own business! I have nothing to do with it!"
"It's never really over til one of you are dead!" stated Malik, sounding almost with regret. "I'll always have deep feelings for Marvin AND David...! They were my firsts..., just as Jake was yours...!"
"Yeah well..., like I said, all that's over with now...!" said Maleece, trying to get back to work.
"It doesn't have to be..." continued Malik. "...when was the last time you talked to him...?"
"Don't you have your own misguided relationship to work on...?" asked Maleece, irritated. "I never should've gotten involved with him in the first place!"
"aww Mal..., you don't mean that...!" said Malik.
"Will you STOP telling me how I feel...!?!" yelled Maleece getting up from his desk, needing some fresh air...
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TEMPEST WILLIAMS
39 year old Caucasian Philadelphia police detective Scott Macnamara hung from a suspended sling in an old unassuming warehouse in North Philly, his arms and legs securely fastened in place to prevent him from moving. He lay on his back, his head and ass positioned at just the right height for fucking. Tempest had his assistant (Brian Dunn) prep the missing officer for a party, one Tempest was sure would forever change the officer's life and turn him into a cock hungry succubus for the rest of his natural born life.
Macnamara spent the past few days regretting his decision to help aid Tempest Williams escape. Blinded by promises of a million dollars, he shot his partner (Officer Hightower) in hopes of making it look like Tempest had killed him in cold blood. Now he sat at the drug dealer's mercy, knowing full well that Tempest Williams had no mercy.
Macnamara could hear music and voices on the other side of the warehouse. It was obvious that Tempest was entertaining someone, but WHO the officer wondered? Dunn had scrubbed Macnamara down with scolding hot water, then cleaned his insides out using a water hose and a bucket. Macnamara was mortified when he felt the cold warehouse water enter his rectum, bloating his otherwise flat stomach before shitting it all back out into a pale like an animal, hanging from the ceiling. Once Dunn had him thoroughly cleaned, he shaved and lubricated the officer's anus, fitting it with a good size butt-plug for later use. A large mirror was strategically placed before him so he could see himself all tied up helplessly for the party.
27 year old Tempest Williams entertained his special guests with spirits and beers, toasting his new found freedom from recent incarceration with an un-scheduled gang bang. With most of his top henchmen still imprisoned behind bars awaiting trials, he had to rely on his lesser known allies to celebrate, pulling some straight from the street corners. Tempest wasn't sure what half of their names were, but it didn't really matter anyway, it was now open season on detective Macnamara's ass.
Macnamara watched wide-eyed as the men began to pour into the room. Nine men in all, --all shady characters. They laughed and gathered around the helpless victim as he hung from the ceiling, squirming like a fish on a hook as they removed the butt plug and dug their dirty fingers into his bare hole.
"Look at the bitch squirm like a girl...!"
"He's a pathetic lil' bitch! We gonna have fun breakin' in dat white pussy!"
"Tempest said he's a cop!"
"He's bout to be one FUCKED cop!"
"Yo..., who gits his pussy first...?"
"Smallest dick should break em in!"
"Let's line up...!"
Macnamara listened in fear as all nine men began unzipping their pants, freeing their erections to see whose was the smallest. They crowded around in a circle, measuring the lengths of their prized possessions to see who would go first. After a few minutes, they began to circle the captive, rubbing their exposed dicks all over his shaved body. They pinched his nipples, slapped his exposed ass, rubbed themselves against his face and lips, and prepared to use his body for their own pleasures.
Macnamara saw the first male step up to the plate (a young slim boy of about 18 years of age), his fat 8" black dick sticking straight out from his open zipper. Macnamara thought the boy looked shifty, definitely the type of guy he would keep an eye on had he saw him on the street. He watched as the boy positioned himself between his legs, then guided his dick up to his hole. Macnamara closed his eyes and braced himself as his hands encircled the chains bonding his wrists. With his muscled taut, he felt the first black man starting to enter him, the knob of his dick pressing into his well greased anus as it began to slowly sink inside him.
"UHHH...!!" grunted Mac, feeling the dick head pierce his anus. Having been breached several times by Tempest himself over the past few days, his body had adjusted (somewhat) to being penetrated, the initial entry (though painful) was not nearly as unbearable as he originally believed. Macnamara opened his eyes to see the facial expression of the young man entering him, he could barely recognize the man's angelic expression as his brain marveled the feelings his dick was experiencing.
"awww fuk man..." he groaned out loud as his dick penetrated the white man's hole and sank in deep. "...this bitch's hole is tight as hell!"
"Loosen that shit up for us then, dick head...! He's still got eight more dicks to go!" reminded the next man in line.
Macnamara felt the 18 year old grounding his crotch into his ass, churning his dick around inside his hole. Macnamara stifled a groan, not wanting the young man to know the pain/pleasure he was causing him as he began to fuck his butt. The officer steeled himself mentally, trying to dull his senses as his body was (once again) fucked without permission. He was their captive, their prisoner, with no rights other than to be the designated cumslut for the evening.
The 18 year old started thrusting in and out of Mac's forced spread ass, using his dick shaft to massage the protesting sphincter muscles as they squeezed his rod tightly and tried (unsuccessfully) to repel him. He fucked against Macnamara's natural need to push out, using his anal orifice as an entrance rather than an exit.
The two men began to fight for the right to the anal track with Macnamara's anus pushing outward, and the young black man fucking inward. Eventually the 18 year old began to make headway as his dick started to wear the asshole down. Macnamara's anal muscles gave up the struggle after a valiant effort, finally relaxing in exhaustion as the 8" dick proceeded to continue to ram through. In no time at all Mac felt the young man's dick stiffen even harder, then felt it start to jerk with life as it began spitting torrent amounts of warm seed into his bowels. Macnamara groaned in shame as his asshole was officially used as a cumdump, the first stranger of the evening losing his plentiful load in his bowels.
"MY TURN, hommie...!" said the next guy, getting into position as he stroked his own dick into erection. He too was 8 inches, but thicker than the last man as he presented his black pride up to the recently fucked hole and pushed in.
"ARRHHH...!!" grunted Mac (seeing stars) as the second man rammed over half of his thick length up his ass. Before he could recover, he felt the man already fucking in and out of him, see-sawing his thick dick back and forth through his resisting and shocked hole.
Macnamara could feel his body being banged into forcibly as the second man grabbed his hips and started to plowing through him, each inward thrust causing him to grunt out loud as the other men all taunted him with their threatening manhoods, promising to do further damage to his straight cop hole.
In the nearby distance Macnamara could see Tempest's assistant (Dunn) on his knees sucking dick, keeping the rapists hard and interested as they rammed his mouth and throat and slapped their erections against his upturned face for amusement.
The man currently fucking Macnamara started to fuck harder as his eyes rolled up into his head. Macnamara knew the man was about to cum soon as his dick and balls slapped repeatedly into his buttock. After a few minutes, the man rammed all the way in and grunted like a rutted dog. "ARRHHH..ARRRHHH...ARRHHH...YEEAAHHH..., fuck yeah that asshole's tight...!" Macnamara could feel the dick jerking and pulsing inside him as the second dick hosed his rectum with cum.
The second man pulled his dick free from the now well fucked hole as the third man moved into position. He stroked his hooded 9" dick into total erection, aimed it up to Mac's lubed and cum smeared asshole, then rammed all the way in with one stroke. "AARRRRHHHGG!!" screamed Macnamara as the dick penetrated straight through up to the low hanging hairy balls. The man ground his knotty pubic hair into the white man's smooth shaved ass, getting every inch of his hard man inside before fucking.
Macnamara could feel the long dick started to pull back and forth, dragging through his cum lined rectum as it massaged its way through him with agonizing accuracy.
Macnamara was grateful that the third man's dick wasn't as thick as the second man's, his asshole seemed better suited to holding it in place as it clamped down around the long shaft like a vice. The extra skin along the lengthy phallus helped the dick slide through easier, causing it to glide through his rectum like a well oiled machine. He held onto the officer's waist while he fucked, slamming his hips into his ass as he drove the entire length of his rod into him. Macnamara kept his eyes focused on the young man's face, trying to read the expressions and predict when the man would cum. All too soon he saw his face starting to scrunch in painful bliss as his dick swelled, then started pumping a fresh batch of ball juice directly into his bottom. Macnamara could feel his rectum flow with excess semen as all three men sperm mixed together inside him into one giant mass.
The man kept his dick buried in the ass until it went completely soft, then fell free from the sucking hole of its own accord. Macnamara could feel the first trickles of cum starting to excrete from his abused hole as it began to seep from the swelling lips like nectar.
The forth man stepped up to the plate as he aimed his curved dick up to Mac's ass and shoved in. The dick sank in easily without much resistance, but the wicked left curve caused his rectum to bend unnaturally as the head started to dig into the walls. "UUURRHHHHGG!" grunted Mac as the dick forced its way into him. He struggled against the chains uncomfortably as the man pressed forth, burying his entire length, the excess cum acting as lubricant as it help coat the man's shaft.
Once buried, the man began to fuck, pulling back and shoving forth as he drilled the officer's ass at an angle. Macnamara felt every stroke press into his anal walls, causing him more pain than any of the other dicks thus far. After about 5 full minutes of continuous strokes, his rectum began getting used to the curved angle as the man started to hit his stride. He slammed his dick well deep into the hole with every inward thrust, burying every inch of his curved rod into Macnamara's guts. For 10 straight minutes he rammed the officer's hole, fucking it hard before pulling out to shoot his load all over Mac's sweaty, twitching, butt cheeks. Macnamara groaned when he felt the warm splatter of cum shooting against his ass. Before the man finished cumming, he rammed the full length of his dick back inside to finish off. He ground himself inside his ass, churning his erupting meat around before finally pulling free.
The fifth man took his place, staring down at the cop's pink twitching hole as it spasm from its last rough fucking, another trickle of freshly planted cum seeping from the swollen lips. The man kissed his fat mushroom dick head up to the anus, sinking only the head inside. Macnamara felt the head enter his bottom, filling his anus like a light bulb. To Macnamara's surprise the man began fucking him with only the head, slowly pulling and pushing the fat crown in and out of the cum filled anus, causing more cum to ooze freely from the full hole.
Macnamara felt the head massaging his anal muscles, causing his anus to relax more as it penetrated him faster. He fully expected the man to ram his entire dick inside him like the others had, but the man continued fucking with just the head for a full 7 minutes, getting closer and closer to orgasm as his dick head swelled to giant mushroom proportions. Macnamara looked shock when the man's body suddenly tensed, and he finally rammed the entire length of his dick into the hole. Macnamara screamed out in sudden pain as the fat head buried into his bowels, then began hosing his innards with another fresh batch of cum.
"AAWWW YEEEAAAAHHH, FUUUUCKKK...!!" yelled the man, squirming like a wet fish as he ground his spurting dick around in Mac's anal gut.
When he finally finished cumming, he pulled his dick free of the hole, the sensitive head causing him to shudder as he stepped back to make room for the next man.
The sixth guy stepped up after pulling his spit wet dick from Dunn's sucking mouth. He walked over to where Macnamara was hanging from the ceiling, waving his massive 10" rod at him like a weapon. Mac couldn't take his eyes off the huge tool as it bobbed in his direction like a wrench. When the man stepped up at his ass, he knew he was in for a another rough fucking. He tried tightening his asshole (refusing to cooperate), but the man simply aimed his dick up to his battered hole and pressed in, easily sinking all 10 inches of his manhood in one stroke.
Macnamara felt the dick fill him completely, his entire rectum filled with nothing but black dick. He could feel cum oozing out around the embedded penis, coating the man's hairy balls as it dripped down from his ass like warm molasses.
The sixth guy had the longest dick thus far, but not the thickest. Mac found he was able to accommodate him without much pain, his asshole becoming accustomed to the deep probing the men made inside him as the new dick moved through him with little effort or fanfare. The sixth guy was very skillful with his strokes, taking his time to stretch the anus with every inward plunge, massaging the sphincter muscles and rectum as he fucked his way straight through to the colon. Macnamara started to find the probing pleasurable as his dick began to swell with blood. The other men noticed his arousal, and teased him for being a fucked up closet case who obviously enjoyed being gang banged by black thugs. Macnamara groaned in utter shame and frustration as his dick became full mast, standing 7" up from his groin. He felt a great deal of humiliation as the black men started to slap and stroke his dick, telling him how "small" and "pathetic" it looked compared to theirs. Macnamara knew every dick that had entered his anus had been of larger size, dwarfing his own impressive manhood by several inches. As a young man growing up in the trailer parks of New Jersey, he had often wondered if the rumors of black men being well endowed were true, and often caught himself looking at them in the showers at work or at the gym. But never in his wildest dreams did he ever consider being on the receiving end of a fat one, taking it (and eight others) up his caucasian ass like a slut from a gay porno.
The sixth man began to fuck harder, taking longer deeper strokes as he drove his dick well through the cop's used hole. He could feel himself nearing climax as he dug deeper, using the white man's ass as a springboard for his pelvis. In a matter of time he was whitewashing the man's innards with a deluge of creamy semen, drenching his already cum clogged entrails in a baptism of sperm. Macnamara felt the deluge overflowing his already stuffed innards as the backlash oozed out about the embedded prod. When the man finally withdrew, Macnamara could feel a now steady stream of warm cum exiting his running anus.
The seventh man stepped up. He was an older man (perhaps the oldest of the group) at about 40. He rubbed his considerably fat penis up and down the length of Mac's ass crack, lubing his impressive piece with the excess semen before aiming the head up to the hole. Mac braced himself for entry as the man began digging inward, forcing the relaxed anus to open wider as his head and shaft penetrated all the way in 11 inches deep. "Oh god..." moaned Macnamara, feeling the dick push through his intestines. It was like being probed with a proctorscope, the long hard shaft and searching head burrowing deep into his body like a ferret.
Macnamara never lost his own erection, even as the bigger dick probed deeper. He merely braced himself for another onslaught, knowing he had no chose but to submit to the men's demands. He felt the man beginning to thrust through him, sawing his dick back and forth as the other men looked on with encouragement. They stood around smoking weed and sorting Sextasy, getting themselves in sexual frenzies as they took turns using Dunn's oral services to keep their swollen manhoods poised for more fucking. Macnamara knew his ass was in for much more than a single gang bang, he could tell by the men's demeanors that they weren't planning on going anywhere any time soon as many of them had now undressed and talked about banging the officer's ass all night as if they had nothing else better to do with their time.
The seventh men stretched Mac's ass wider than most of the others, causing the straight man more discomfort than most. He grit his teeth to bear the pain, hoping it wouldn't take the man long to seed his hole. He couldn't believe he was hoping to be cummed in quickly by another man, the thoughts were completely alien to him, leaving him to wonder if this incident might somehow taint him in some perverse way?
In one night he's already had more cocks in him than he's fucked pussies. Having been married for a number of years, his long term relationships kept him from scoring more pussy than he would have liked. Now at 39, he was getting more dick than he ever gave out.
The seventh man took his time fucking, leisurely thrusting his way through the detective's body with seemingly no real rush. When he finally came, he pulled out and shot his first load up across Mac's stiff dick and dangling balls. While still in orgasm, he shoved his spurting manhood back into the cop's ravished hole, and filled it with 5 more gushes of warm ball sludge. Macnamara's dick throbbed at the feeling as the seventh cock was removed from his backdoor.
The eight dick belonged to one of the smallest guys in the room. 21 year old Antonio had a massive 13" thick dick which he often used as both a weapon and a pleasure tool. At a mere 5'6", he often had much to prove to other street pirates such as himself. Always the littlest man on the block, he loved how people's jaws usually dropped when they finally saw his dick for the first time. And Macnamara was no exception. The police detective's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he first saw the heavy dick swinging lowly between the smaller man's thin muscular legs. It looked more like a third leg, hanging like an elephant's trunk as it swayed back and forth in slow motion. Using the overhead chains to lower Mac's prone body a few inches, he aligned his fat wrist thick dick up to the cummy manhole, then proceeded to push inward. Macnamara's mouth gaped open in disbelief as the dick bore through him, ripping open his well fucked, well cummed hole to tunnel straight through him.
Macnamara's usually tight hole screamed in protest as the massive dick seek refuge inside his over worked cave. His own dick strained as his body was invaded, the muscled in his limbs protruding from the stress. Macnamara could almost feel his inside being rearranged to house the massive phallus inside him, --his kidneys, liver, and spleen making way for the destructive tool wreaking havoc through his bottom.
Antonio was no stranger to ravishing holes. Since he was a boy he had been stretching them out of shape and leaving them clogged with massive doses of his ball juice. It started at home with his sister, then his brother, and finally his mother. By the time Antonio was 16 he had fucked his entire family. Now as a street dealer for Tempest Williams, he got to fuck more drugged out asses than he ever dreamed possible. It was nothing for him to fuck up to 8 different people a night, pulling them into nearby allies or abandoned cars and banging their brains out for a small vale of crack-Sextasy. It was amazing what people would do for the drug. He was even offered underage children in ex-change for a hit, tiny virgins who had no idea what their holes were made for...
The other men gathered around to watch Antonio's big thick dick drill in and out of detective Macnamara's asshole. They marveled at how the embedded anal lining clung to the smaller man's girth during withdrawals, only to slide slowly back up his shaft to disappear back up inside the rectum just before the inward thrust. With every deep plunge more semen oozed from the well fucked hole, excreting out about the dick base to mingle in with Antonio's pubic hair and drip down off of his balls.
For nearly 20 minutes he fucked Macnamara's warm hole, never once removing his sword as he stabbed the officer deep with every plunge. His session came to climatic end when he climbed up into the sling with Macnamara, and rode his ass like a donkey until he finally strayed his battered inside with his horse load. Macnamara's eyes widened as the pressure of more semen flooded his intestines, causing a back up inside his body. When Antonio finally climbed down and pulled out, the cum squirted from Macnamara's flooded canal like a spout, pouring cum out onto the floor beneath him.
"eww..., that's nasty...!" stated one of the men as the last man stepped up to the plate.
Number nine was a thick guy with an odd looking penis. His dick (when stretched out) measured well over 15 inches, but could never get fully erect. When hard, it hung down between his legs like long rope, thick bulges (otherwise described as knots) angled down the length like the ridges of anal beads.
Macnamara was mostly afraid of this dick because it looked deformed. He had no idea how the dick would feel inside him, nor what the odd looking phallus might shoot when it came.
The man grabbed his dick at the head, then aimed it up to Mac's cum dripping anus and began to stuff it all in. Mac could feel the cock being forced into his hole, stuffed inward as one might shove clothes into a sack. In no time he could feel the man's trimmed pelvic hair scratching against his wet ass, indicating that he had managed to sheath the entire mass inside. Once embedded, the man began grinding into him, causing his dick to uncoil inside him.
Macnamara could feel the dick growing inside him, getting even thicker as it stretched out inside his ass. Thankfully the man didn't bother thrusting back and forth, instead he just kept grinding his pelvic bone, churning his meat around inside the hole. This obviously caused him a great deal of pleasure, as he would often moan as if in heaven. The constant grinding caused the uncoiling dicking to pulse and throb as it rotated around in Mac's colon. He could feel his prostate muscle being massaged as the ridges rubbed back against it. Macnamara's legs stiffened as his dick pulsated, then suddenly erupted with a cum geyser which arched up through the air and shot across Mac's chest. The men all cheered as they watched the officer orgasm, his body shaking like a leaf as the rest of his cum shot out onto his heaving stomach.
The ninth man could feel Macnamara's asshole spasm around his embedded dick. He ground his hips even harder as his own orgasm began to hit. Without withdrawing or thrusting even once, he pressed his pelvis into Mac's plastered buttock and began hosing his insides with the biggest deluge a man could possess. The cumlot was so big that the back up shot out of the stretched ring of Macnamara's hole, and splattered out all over the man's hips and thighs. The rush was so plentiful that it looked as if he had peed inside Macnamara's ass instead of cumming in it.
White cream cascaded down his legs and into his socks and shoes as he continued to stand there with his dick completely embedded in the officer's ass.
Macnamara could feel a river of warm sludge moving through his body. It was as if someone had turned on a water hose of warm water and stuffed it straight up his ass at full blast. The two men remained locked together for a long time, until finally the ninth man stepped back and began to pull his dick free.
Macnamara could feel every knot of the man's length 15" ridge pull from his ass, each knot feeling like another dick head being pulled out. When the head finally emerged, Mac's asshole hung open like a dead cod's mouth, oozing more semen than a sperm lab. With his ass thoroughly ravished, Brian Dunn walked over and knelt down on the floor before him. He stared lovingly at the beaten, battered, and ruined hole, loving the way the tired anal lips refused to close. Without further ado, he shoved his face into the ass crack, and began cleaning the dirty hole with his extended tongue, licking up all the semen. Macnamara's dick stiffened once again when he felt the warm tongue licking at his sensitive hole. He couldn't deny how good it felt as Dunn sealed his mouth to the lips and sucked like a vacuum.
Macnamara found himself already missing the dicks as his asshole clamped down around Dunn's probing taster...
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CENTER CITY
33 year old Maleece Cortez awakened in a strange bed with a rather handsome male blonde lying naked beside him. He sat up on his side of the bed, looking down at the sleeping man with no memory of how he got there. His head was spinning with that same dull stabbing ache it always got when he was hung-over. Throwing back the covers, he climbed out of bed and stumbled his way out into the bathroom to throw up.
Dropping his head into the toilet, he felt his stomach curl as sour liquid and mushed food from earlier in the day barfed into the toilet bowl. Flushing, he made his way over to the sink where he ran cold water into the basin, cupped his hands until the water flow into his palms, then splashed it up into his flush face. Why had he drank so much...? Vague recollections of going to his favorite watering hole after work and drinking too much beer played back in his mind like skipped scenes in a badly damaged DVD. He recalled getting drunk, trying to drown out unresolved feelings he had for his former boyfriend Jake Valentine, feeling he was in no mood to deal with at the time. He recalled leaving the bar after a time, and wandering around the city in his car until he happened in front of a little known place in Center City called The Dungeon. Paying his admission, he wandered about the place looking at the exotic male dancers on stage before heading down into the Dungeon where the action was. Maleece felt hands groping him everywhere as he walked by. His cock grew hard in his slacks as fingers encircled his stiffness, while strong hands palmed his firm buttock. He remembered pushing his way through the mass of men until he came face to face with someone he vaguely remembered.
"My my my..., I haven't seen YOU here in a while...!" said the small (bookworm) looking man as he stared Maleece in the face. "I've been coming here practically every night..., hoping to run into you again so I could do this...!" he said, dropping to his knees in the crowd. Maleece looked around in shock as the man began fishing out his hardon. No one in the club was paying much attention as they were all busy in their own worlds (dancing to loud music, drinking, sexing, etc). Maleece felt his dick fall out into the open, then felt the warmth of the man's mouth envelop his cock and began sucking.
Maleece made no move to stop the man as he blew him right there in the middle of the Dungeon with hundreds of men standing nearby. Hands came out of nowhere, feeling, grabbing, stroking, pinching, caressing his body all over. His shirt was pulled off as hands roamed across his hairy chest, followed by hot mouths which suckled his nipples into hard tiny erect rivets.
The man sucking Maleece was an expert, taking his 7 and 1/2 inch upward curved banana dick straight down to the balls with every inward stroke of his throat. He sucked feverishly, as if afraid someone might come along and steal his meal. He locked his arms about Maleece's waist, then bobbed his head back and forth in his lap, swallowing his latin meat from tip to base with every stroke.
Maleece was in heaven as the loud music beat against his eardrum. Officially drunk, he felt no remorse for his lack of control. He merely allowed the man sucking him to have his way, as did the men suckling his nipples. Someone dropped to their knees behind him, then began kissing his latino ass. Giving into instinct, Maleece bent forward, giving the man access into his hairy ass crack. It didn't take long for the man to bury his face between the taut cheeks, licking his tongue up and down the valley in search of the hole.
The man sucking Mal's cock felt the dick stiffen as he sucked harder, determined to get the thick juice hiding inside. He buried his face in Maleece's crotch, swallowing his dick straight down to the root as he nursed along the hard shaft with his throat muscles. Maleece felt the man's throat massaging his cock shaft, milking him as he locked his lips around the base. All the while the man behind him continued eating his ass, darting his tongue in and out of the sensitive muscle as he pried the cheeks apart with his hands.
Maleece felt his body starting to betray him as it gave into the two sensations happening at once, his pants down around his ankles as he threw back his head in ecstasy. The cock sucker sensed he was about to cum and waited for the onslaught of gushing semen as Maleece started to fire rapidly down the back of his massaging throat.
Maleece moaned and groaned over the loud music as he came down the cocksucker's throat. The ass eater could feel his climax as his asshole locked, then spasm around his probing tongue. Maleece felt himself go weak in the knees when his orgasm hit, after that, everything was a blank...
Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw the man still sleeping on his stomach, half of his naked body shaded under silk covers. Maleece estimated the man to be around 20 to 25 years of age, with a nice physique. Whoever he was, he definitely kept his body in good shape thought Maleece as he began to slip on his jeans and sneakers, trying not to wake the man. He didn't even know his name, and didn't want an embarrassing confrontation when he woke up to find him sober and with no memory.
Slipping on his shirt, Maleece quietly collected his belongings, then slipped out of the bedroom and through the neatly kept living room. Giving into curiosity, he stopped at the coffee table and picked up the man's mail, reading the name on the address. `Chad Bradley', now where had he heard that name before? Taking his leave, Maleece slipped out of the apartment and down the elevator. A uniformed doorman opened the giant sized glass doors for him to leave. Looking back at the building once outside, he saw that he had just left Society Manor, a well to do apartment complex for some of the city's up and coming elite...
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