[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-31 Title: DOWN WITH THE SHIP
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CITY HALL
52 year old police captain David L. McConnell sat in front of a view board (which consisted of prominent city figures like Commissioner Bradley, The City Console, and high ranking members of the Loyal Police Fraternity), regarding comments and accusations made on a morning news broadcast connecting McConnell with a subordinate under his command, --Officer Andrew Roberts.
McConnell had to explain his relationship with Roberts, dating back to before Roberts became a Philadelphia police officer. McConnell (along with his lawyer) talked about how he met Roberts when he was just a prison's Correctional Officer, far before he was accepted into the Police Academy. Transcripts dating back to that year showed an email McConnell sent praising Roberts as `an exceptional Corrections Officer', and giving his endorsement to members of the Academy while suggesting they accept his application for enrollment. The Board attempted to use this email to say McConnell used his status as a prominent police official to push Roberts's application. McConnell's lawyer argued that there was no legal documentation that stated city officials could not endorse applicants. However the question of McConnell's true relationship with Roberts kept coming up...
"The media indicated that you may have had a SPECIAL relationship with Roberts..." said The Commissioner, helping head the Inquiry. "...one that would seem highly inappropriate for a ranking officer and his subordinate!"
"Andrew was my client's roommate, --AS he has stated IN the interview...!" argued McConnell's lawyer.
"And even if he was more than a roommate..." added McConnell, tired of the innuendos. "...we were roommates well before he became a police officer..., so the question of appropriateness is irrelevant!"
"WE The Board WILL determine what is irrelevant, Captain!" said one of the Board members, promptly.
"So I take it that THAT little speech is an admission of guilt on your part...?" assumed another.
"My client didn't admit to anything!" countered the lawyer.
"He just defended himself by saying his actions, --though inappropriate..., were acceptable because it happened BEFORE Roberts became an officer...!" argued a female member.
"He was making a point..., NOT an admission...!" stated the lawyer.
"The point being what, Councilor...?"
"That this Inquiry is a witch-hunt!" stated McConnell, frustrated.
"You're out of line, Captain!"
"We're not here because of Andy's murder...! Or to FIND Andy's murderer..." continued McConnell.
"Andy...??" repeated one of the members suspiciously, finding it odd McConnell would refer to Officer Roberts by nick-name...
"...and we're not here because of an interview I did on television...! We're here to find out IF the rumors of my homosexuality are true..., isn't THAT the real reason why we're all here today...?!" he asked, knowing full well that it had been on the Council's mind since the rumors first began years ago.
"And...? ARE they...?" asked Bradley, as he and other members of the Board leaned in closer to hear the answer they've all been dying for.
McConnell's lawyer tried to stop him from making a terrible mistake. He whispered to the Captain that admitting his sexuality would be suicide for his career. He begged McConnell to plead The Fifth, to deny everything and stick to his story. But McConnell was tired of hiding behind his badge.
He looked each member of the Board in the eye, each of them judging him without ever really knowing him personally. He dedicated most of his life to the City Of Brotherly Love, protecting it, fighting for it, and even sacrificing for it when he lost his children in a bitter divorce. If the City couldn't stand behind his impeccable record as one of the best Captains to ever serve..., then he didn't need to serve any longer...
"Well...?" asked an impatient Board member, eager to hear the answer.
"Yes!" answered McConnell proudly, with his head held high.
"`Yes' to what...?" asked another member.
"Yes..., I am homosexual!" admitted McConnell, much to the detriment of his lawyer. "I am also a father..., a man..., a human being..., and a damn good Captain! My sexuality has NEVER wavered my ability to do my job, make important decisions, or get the job done in a timely fashion! I have commanded MANY men under me..., giving orders without a single infraction on my authority and ability to lead! I see NO Earthly reason why it should come into play now after ALL THESE YEARS!"
"What of the name..., --Malik Jones?" questioned a Board member, reading off of notes.
"What about him...?" asked McConnell, swallowing hard as he tried not to show any emotion.
"Was HE not a roommate of yours as well at some point...?" asked Commissioner Bradley. "A subordinate in your Precinct from BEFORE you became roommates, while still UNDER your command...?"
"Officer Jones was going through a tough time mentally at that time..." defended McConnell, protectively. "...I thought it was in his best interest to have support and be among friends rather than alone in his single apartment...!"
"So if we were to subpoena Jones right now and have him come down to testify to that fact on your behalf..., HE would collaborate your story that your cohabitation was purely platonic in nature, and not homosexual at all...?" questioned Bradley, picking his words carefully.
McConnell looked at his lawyer, showing nervousness for the first time since the hearing began...
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The halls of City Hall are always teeming with people. The doors to the closed Inquiry opened as members of the Board dispersed (congratulating each other on a job well done) as McConnell and his lawyer lagged in the background.
"I'm sorry, David..." said the lawyer, shaking his client's hand farewell. "...but I TOLD you not to admit to anything...! Under the circumstances, I think resigning was the best move you could have possibly made to spare yourself any further embarrassment...!"
"I'm NOT embarrassed by my sexuality, Joe...!" defended McConnell.
"Of course not!" agreed the lawyer, hastily.
"I just..., didn't want to drag Malik down into this..., his career is just starting, while mine..., is over!" said the now former Captain with a sigh.
"Of course...!" said Console. "Look..., --call me if you need anything, okay? I have another court date...!" he added before moving on quickly.
McConnell took a deep breath as he thought about his professional career coming to an end, --for good this time. What would he do with all of his spare time?
"David, David, David..." said Commissioner Bradley, stepping down from his position behind the Boards' seating area as he walked up with one hand stretched outward to shake while holding his briefcase with the other... "...no hard feelings...?" he asked with a smirk.
McConnell chuckled to himself..., knowing all they had were `hard feelings' for each other. However (being a good sport), he shook the Commissioner's hand anyway. "You know..., I KNEW this day would come...!" continued the Commissioner, unable to hold back his contempt. "OH how the mighty have fallen! You always thought you were so high and mighty..., above the rest of us, McConnell! Now look at you..., a washed out has-been with no future in this town! You should have taken your leave 2 years ago when Edwards fired you...(chap-26 of the original series), at least then you would have had your dignity and the reputation of standing up for yourself and your men! Now all you'll only be known for is resigning after the Andrew Roberts scandal! What a way to end an impressive 20 year career! You ought to be proud!"
"I can't prove it..., but I KNOW you had something to do with Brian Dunn being set free after his arrest with tempest Williams!" said McConnell confidently, enjoying the slight twitch forming in Bradley's left eye. "You may THINK you're riding high on the hog right now..., but all roaches scatter when the light is turned on..., and it's only a matter of time before all of your dirty backwater scandals come to light!" added McConnell, walking off without so much as a backwards glance.
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PRECINCT-23
McConnell returned to his Precinct for the last time. He parked his car in the `Captain's' assigned spot, then pulled packing boxes out of his trunk for the last time.
Walking into the station, he saw his men hard at work, --following leads, making calls, booking suspects, and doing what they could to make the City a little safer. From his office window he could see out into the Squad-Room where Malik and Maleece went over information about Andrew's case with detectives Rothman and Alexander. He could see the now empty seats of Macnamara and Hightower, regretting that he would not be around to see that case put to bed. He could also see his newest detective (Ramone Davenport), setting behind his desk working. McConnell had just began contemplating a new relationship with the undercover officer, and was glad that now (while jobless) he was free to pursue it further without the guilt of being his superior.
Ramone had no idea what McConnell was thinking as he went forth with his work. After being undercover for a year, he was happy to have his life back. The trappings of working undercover were many. The drugs, the sex, the power, the money, --all the same trappings that lured drug dealers into the life in the first place, tempted undercovers as well. While Ramone was glad that he resisted doing hardcore drugs to fit in with the dealers (most of the time), he regretted having to use some of the regular customers for sex practice. One case in point was uniformed officer Jake Valentine. Ramone fucked the Caucasian officer while off duty after going to one of Tempest Williams' crack houses to score drugs. Jake wasn't in uniform when he arrived, but the dealers knew who he was and that he was fuckable. Ramone (as Diamond) watched in shock as Jake was treated like a trailer trash whore, thrown to the floor, face and ass fucked without once defending himself.
Seeing Jake walk through the Precinct every morning in full uniform, laughing and smiling with his co-workers as if he had no drug dependence and no recollection of those days being gang banged by Smooch and K-lo, made the detective angry. How could someone so fucked up be allowed to wear a uniform? He thought telling Captain McConnell would have helped, but so far nothing had become of his talk. Perhaps it was time to take matters into his own hands...?
33 year old detective Maleece Cortez was busy comparing crime reports with collaborating officers Rothman and Alexander. Rothman and Alexander were heading the investigation into Andrew Roberts murder, and the connection with another similar murder which happened weeks before. Coroner reports suggested that the detectives checked out places where gay men congregated and socialized sexually, places such as bars, sex shops, bath houses, and clubs. Malik and Maleece checked out one such club, with very little success. However, Maleece neglected to tell his coworkers that he had gone back to said club after getting drunk one night, and allowing two strangers to suck on various parts of his naked body.
Maleece awoke in one of the stranger's bed, with no memory of how he got there. He left as soon as he got his wits about him, leaving the sleeping man alone with no way to contact him.
Or so he thought...
Maleece had just looked up over his coworker's shoulder, when he saw the man (he most recently shared a bed with) walk into the Precinct wearing an expensive suit. Maleece felt his heart leap into his throat as he tried to run for cover. Famed ABC television news reporter Chad Bradley walked up to the Sergeant's Desk, and asked for Maleece Cortez by name. The desk Sergeant pointed towards the Squad-room, as people began to gasp in recognition of the local celebrity's fame.
Chad smiled his award-winning smile as he nodded his head and greeted strangers while glancing at the names on the desks. Several people shook his hand, telling him how wonderful he was and how they watched his reports every day on television. Some (officers) scoffed at him, recalling how he and other reporters nearly caused their department to shut down from embarrassment (at the end of Precinct twenty-Three --the original series). But Chad passed them all by, strutting his way towards the back of the Squad-room until he found the man he'd been searching for...
"Maleece...?" he called as soon as he reached the detective's desk. "Maleece Cortez...?"
Maleece looked up from behind his computer, his puzzled face masking his recognition as he pretended not to know the man before him.
"Yes...?"
"Hi..." smiled Chad, holding out his hand to shake. "...is there somewhere we could talk, privately...?" he asked politely.
Somehow Maleece knew it really wasn't a request...
"uh..., yeah..." he said, looking around for a private area while ignoring his coworkers amazed stares. "...THIS way!"
Chad followed Maleece as he led him towards the back of the station, into the Interrogations hallway.
"What the fuck's THAT all about...?" asked Rothman, looking back at Maleece's partner (Malik) for answers.
"Hell if I know!" answered Malik, equally baffled.
Maleece took Chad into one of the rooms... "What can I do for you...?" he asked, still pretending not to know him.
"I'm afraid we were never properly introduced..." said Chad, holding out his hand again. "...I'm Chad Bradley..., --ABC News!"
"Yeah...?" responded Maleece, shaking his hand absentmindedly.
"We uh..., MET at the Dungeon...!" continued Chad, trying to refresh the officer's memory. "You woke up in my apartment recently, at Society Manor!"
Maleece couldn't hide his surprise...
"How do you know who I am...?" he asked, having proud himself on his anonymity.
"I'm a reporter, remember...?" laughed Chad, stating the obvious. When he didn't see any amusement on Maleece's face, he came clean. "I read your name and occupation in your I.D. while you were sleeping!" he admitted. Maleece instantly grabbed his back pocket, feeling for his wallet. "If you're going to be going to clubs like that..., you might want to keep your personal information at home!" advised Chad.
"Thanks." said Maleece, dryly. "What do you want...?" he suddenly asked, as if in a rush to get back to work.
"Well..." sighed Chad, not used to men playing hard to get. "...I was hoping we could get together again sometime..., perhaps pick up where we left off maybe...?"
"I don't know..." said Maleece, skeptically. "...I don't usually do that sort of thing..." he added, feeling the need to say so. "—go to a club to get sucked off, I mean! I was only there working on an investigation...!"
"Really...?" asked Chad, intrigued. "May I ask investigating what...?"
"It's confidential!" said Maleece. "I was looking for someone...!"
"A murderer, perhaps...?" inquired Chad.
"I'm a narcotics detective...!" informed Maleece, downplaying.
"Oh..., right...!" recalled Chad, bashfully. "The REPORTER in me, I guess!" he shrugged. "So..., when can I see you again...?"
"I'm not sure..." said Maleece, scratching the back of his head with a bit of embarrassment. "Truth be told..., I don't remember a lot about the night we met...! I woke up in a strange bed..., and hightailed it out of there as fast as I could!"
"I understand." said Chad, surprisingly un-phased. "How about we start over from the beginning...? Act like last night never happened? You game with that?"
Maleece scratched his head again..., he didn't remember a lot about his night with Chad Bradley, but he did recall the man had a beautiful body underneath all those expensive suits. His dick began to stiffen at the memory of Chad naked in bed, the covers half off of his well toned body...
"Yeah..., sure...!" he agreed, bringing a smile to the popular newsman's face.
"Good!" said Chad, beside himself with glee. "Here's my number..." he offered, passing Maleece a personalized card. "...you already know where I live! Call me when you want to..., meet!"
"Okay!" said Maleece, taking the card and studying the number. Chad shook his hand one last time before showing himself out. Maleece was still glowing from the offer when he saw his ex-lover (Jake Valentine) standing at the other end of the hallway, a hurt look across his jock like features...
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The Precinct was all abuzz as to why news reporter Chad Bradley was looking for Maleece Cortez when McConnell came out of his office carrying a large box of his belongings.
Officer Ramone was the first to see McConnell removing his stuff...
"David...?" he called, getting up from his desk as he curiously crossed the room, capturing the attentions of Malik and the other officers. "What's going on...?"
McConnell stopped outside his office, having dreaded having to explain why he was resigning to his men. He had seem most of them transform from eager boys to productive officers, it would be hard to say goodbye. He was just about to make his speech, when he saw Chad walking through the squad room.
"What is HE doing here...?" he asked angrily, narrowing his eyes as Chad headed for the door.
"He's here to see Maleece...!" said Malik without thought.
"Maleece...?" asked McConnell, wondering if HE was the `source' Chad spoke of during the interview...?
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NORTH PHILLY
Police began to barricade off parts of Ridge Avenue where one of the city's most notorious drug dealers Whinny The Pooh Graham had been shot and killed in what was being described as `a gang style killing', after scores of neighborhood residents began to pile into the area with stuffed animals, balloons, pictures, and other trinkets marking the site where Pooh was murdered. Apposers of drug dealers also gathered, marching through the streets and chanting the words "put an end to the violence!"
Media coverage set up directly across the street from the scene captured everything, interviewing residents who wanted to memorialize the drug king as someone who cared about the streets he lived on... "Pooh was a man of great integrity..." claimed one man to the cameras as a reporter began to interview him. "...he gave money out of his own pocket to families who were hungry..., he helped organize safe areas around playgrounds and school zones which he deemed them drug and violence free for kids..., he gave Christmas presents to poor children who otherwise wouldn't have had a Christmas, and he gave talks to kids in the neighborhood, encouraging them to stay in school and to get an education while it's still free! He was much more than a criminal..., he was a MAN!" ...as well as those who claimed he was the cause for most of the trouble... "He was a murderer!" stated an apposer, "He and that other guy Tempest Williams used these streets as shooting targets, killing innocent people caught in the crossfire and selling drugs to the weak! There's NO WAY a memorial is going up on this corner! No way, no how!"
Police presence increased as crowds for both sides got larger. Hundreds of teddybears, balloons, and sentimental items commemorating how much the Whinny the man would be missed lined the area where he was killed. Things started to get out of hand when police began trying to disperse the crowds. A fight broke out when one apposer threw a bottle at a supporter, nearly hitting him. All hell broke loose as police (already armed with tear gas) began shooting it into the crowds, causing even more of a panic as people and news crews began to run for their lives...
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MANAYUNK
McConnell pulled up outside his condo, with a mass of reporters camped out front looking to elaborate on the story Chad Bradley had already broke. McConnell used the back way to enter, knowing he was in no mood to face hounding reporters just yet.
He carried his boxes inside through the parking structure, then used the backstairs to reach his front door. Using his key, he unlocked the door and went inside, hoping to find peace and serenity in the place he called home. Instead he found his son (21 year old Elliott) sitting in the dark alone.
"Oh SHIT...!" laughed McConnell, momentarily startled. "You scared me, son...!" he stated, placing his box down on the floor. "Are you okay...?"
"Reporters keep calling the house phone..., asking if Andy lived here, and if I knew what happened to him?"
"What did you say...?" asked McConnell, curiously.
"I told them not to call here no more! But they keep calling! Getting nastier and nastier! Asking if WE had anything to do with his death?" said Elliott, visibly shaken by the calls. "They KNOW you're a police officer! Why would they call here asking those kinds of questions! We ain't have anything to do with Andy's death!"
"I know, son..., they're just fishing for a story...! They don't care who they hurt in the process!" said McConnell, heading for the bar.
"But WHY would they think YOU of all people would have anything to do with that? You're a cop!" stated Elliott.
"Cops have been known to do some odd things." said McConnell, downing his first drink.
Elliott noticed his dad's box sitting on the floor, housing personal items from his office at work...
"What's that, dad...?" he asked, having a bad feeling.
McConnell downed his second drink...
"I resigned today, son!" he answered, feeling the alcohol burn through his chest.
"Resigned...?" asked Elliott, knowing his job was his dad's life. "WHY??"
"Because..." started McConnell, pausing for his third drink. "...I quit before I got fired!"
"Fired for what...?!!" asked Elliott.
"There's a lot of people in politics who look down on homosexuals, Elliott..., and didn't like the idea of one running a precinct full of men! So I quit! It's no big deal...!"
"After ALL the years you put into being a cop...?" asked Elliott, angrily. "They oughta know you better than that dad!"
"I agree, son!" said McConnell, cut off by the ringing of the house phone. He could see the startled frustration in his son's face as the ringing began to take its toll on him. "Why don't you go stay over your friend Rahiem's house for awhile...? Just until all of this is over!"
"I..., don't wanna leave you here all alone...!" argued Elliott.
"It'll be okay..." assured McConnell. "...without you here, I could focus more on the case..., find out what REALLY happened to Andy!"
"Are you SURE, dad...?" asked Elliott, secretly liking the idea of sleeping with his best buddy every night.
"Yeah, I'm sure!" smiled McConnell, giving Elliott a hug before sending him to his room to pack some clothes. The phone stopped ringing shortly before Elliott reached his room. McConnell walked over to the answering machine to check his messages, seeing that he had 47 messages. Knowing the majority were reporters, he erased them all without listening, turning the ringer off as well.
Elliott was back in a flash, back pack draped over his shoulder...
"Call me as soon as you get there, okay?" asked McConnell, giving his son one final hug before sending him on his way.
Elliott wrapped his arms about his dad's body, enjoying the hug more than he knew he should...
"Okay, dad...!" he said, breaking off as he headed for the door.
McConnell watched as his son slowly disappeared, leaving him alone for the first time in over a year...
McConnell enjoyed several more glasses of wine before finally deciding to turn in for the night. He pulled off his clothes, tossing them (uncharacteristically) on the floor then headed into the bathroom for a long lingering shower.
The stream of hot water felt good against his naked skin, cleansing away the pressures of the day. He thought about all the years he had devoted himself to his job, alienating his friends, his family, his children, and countless love interests all for the sake of his job. Now here he stood alone at 52, single with no family, no job, no lover, and (other than Elliott) no children who truly cared for him. He devoted his time to an entity that didn't love him back.
After spending nearly 30 minutes in the shower feeling sorry for himself, McConnell got out and toweled himself off. Hearing something in the living room, he wrapped the towel loosely about his trim waist and opened the bathroom door. "Elliott...?" he called into the darkened room, seeing no one. Stepping out into the open, he felt someone sneak up on him from behind, gripping him in a strong headlock. McConnell only had a few seconds to struggle before feeling a wet cloth over his breathing extremities. Without thinking he breathed in, taking in a deep dose of chloroform. In seconds he could feel his body becoming weak, as his assailant slowly eased him down to the floor, never releasing his lock...
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McConnell finally began to come to with a terrible headache ringing through his ears (the usual side effects of chloroform). His vision was somewhat blurry, but he could easily make out that he was no longer home. His hands were conspicuously tied above his head, thin ropes keeping him thoroughly secured. His legs were bent over his head (tied at the knees to the bedrail), doubling his body in half and leaving his ass exposed. McConnell quickly noticed he was naked...
From the corner of his eye he saw movement. A man, all dressed in black camouflage and a hooded mask was standing to the side of the room, doing something just out of view...
"Wh..." started McConnell, his throat suddenly dry as his voice crackled just above a whisper. "...who...ARE you...?" he managed to ask, swallowing hard to lubricate his throat.
The man looked over (his eyes shrouded behind dark goggles), acknowledging McConnell only briefly before going back to whatever he was doing. "Who..., who ARE YOU...?!" repeated McConnell louder, having no idea who his captor was or why he was being singled out? His first thought was of Andy! Andy's attackers had him naked and bound as well! Could the killers have heard his threat during the interview with Chad Bradley and come looking for him? "My..., my name is..., --David McConnell...! I'm...a Philadelphia police officer...!" he declared, making sure they knew who he was in case of mistaken identity. "If I am harmed or killed..., people WILL miss me and come looking for you! You won't get away with this, whoever you are!"
McConnell waited for a reply, which never came. "Are you listening to me...?! What do you want from me...??!"
Suddenly the man stepped out into the open, carrying a video camera. McConnell lay helpless as his captor videotaped him lying naked in bed, tied about the hands and legs in a vulnerable (subservient) position.
Was this his captor's ploy..., to blackmail him? To embarrass him with naked pictures which he would most likely download onto the Internet? Who would be behind such a plot? Commissioner Bradley?
McConnell watched as the man circled the bed, getting a close view of his face and body so there would be no mistaken who he was. Once done, he placed the camera on a tripod beside the bed, then proceeded to undo his belt...
McConnell's eyes widened with fear when he realized the captor intended to do more than just show nudes. He struggled against the ropes, trying to wiggle free but to no avail. Each time he pulled at the ropes, the knots tightened, making it impossible to move more than a few inches. He watched as the man pulled down his camouflaged pants, revealing the enormous black 8 and 1/2 inch hardon he had hiding inside (at least he now knew what race his attacker was). McConnell began pleading to the man, trying to appeal to his sense of honor, but the man simply finished stripping naked from the waist down then reached for a bottle of anal lubricant and began massaging the greasy oils along his erection. Afterwards he used his fingers to smear some onto McConnell's bare ass crack, pushing 3 of his thick fingers into the former captain's asshole. McConnell tensed when he felt the fingers push through him. It had been quite some time since he had allowed himself to be anally penetrated, only recently allowing detective Davenport the opportunity after a long gap in receiving anal sex. The fingers were roughly pulled back and forth, stretching the tight fighting rectal muscles as the sphincters fought to repel them. After lubing, the attacker added more lube to his fat dick, stroking his fist up and down the thick length until it was sloppy wet and dripping lubricant. Adjusting the camera angles to record the scene in two different directions, he climbed up onto the bed behind McConnell's spread buttock. He then proceeded to rub the head of his dick up and down the slick hairy valley of McConnell's ass crack, ignoring the former officer's pleas to be let go. After taunting him for a few agonizing minutes, he aimed his dick up to the tight hole and shoved in. McConnell let out a loud manly scream as the dick quickly penetrated his anal ring, then buried itself all the way into his bowels in one frightful plunge. It was clear that the attacker was enjoying the fruits of his rape as he ground his hairy pelvic bone against McConnell's ass cheeks while the angry sphincter muscles squeezed and flexed madly about his deeply embedded shaft, trying in vain to push the invader out.
McConnell groaned in serious pain as he was forced to submit to his attacker. Before his body could even adjust, the assailant leaned in over top him in pushup-position (giving the stationary camera at the foot of the bed full view of his embedded shaft), then began the endless task of humping back and forth, effectively butt fucking his captive for his audience.
McConnell was fully aware he was being videotaped, but was helpless to stop it as he was forced to grit his teeth and bear it. He could feel the fat prod of his attacker's thick dick pulling out of his ass, the girth ripping his insides apart on the withdrawal before suddenly pushing back up inside him, plunging deeply into his tight convulsing rectum. A small TV monitor sitting beside the bed showed the two camera angles as they were being recorded. One (at the foot of the bed) showed the assailant's dick sliding roughly in and out of McConnell's asshole, the thick hard shaft driving deep between the spread hairy cheeks as it moved steadily to and fro. The other angle (beside the bed) showed McConnell doubled over with his legs bound overhead, his arms stretched out above him with his attacker doing pushups on top of him, the side view of his dick sliding in and out of his ass. McConnell noticed with the black camouflage and dark toned skin of his attacker, that the camera could easily pick up the sight of his dark dick moving in and out of his light toned mulatto body from either angle, making it impossible to miss.
McConnell looked up into the ski mask of the man on top of him, hoping to see some remnants of his eyes for recognition. But all he could see was his own reflection as the blank emotionless face above stared back down at him. The room filled with increasingly loud slapping sounds of his attacker's hips slapping against his bare ass as McConnell's moans rose to match the squeaking noises of the popping bedsprings. Each thrust into his body caused the bed to bounce as the weight of two fully grown men sank into the mattress beneath them. Soon the bed was rocking back and forth, unable to stay stationary under the continued assault thriving on top.
To McConnell's horror his own 9 and 1/2 inch dick began to rise despite his predicament. It grew and stretched out across his crinkled stomach, sticking out from his crotch for the side-view camera to see. He could practically hear his attacker smirking, knowing the forced rape was turning him on. McConnell didn't know what the man intended to do with the film, but it would be obvious to anyone watching that he was getting aroused by the treatment.
To McConnell surprise the attacker took mercy on his erection, and dropped down into kneeling position (his dick still deeply planted in McConnell's gripping rectum) to grab the former captain's hardon. McConnell jumped (not knowing what the man had in stored for his penis), then squirmed uncomfortably as the man began to stroke his dick for him.
McConnell struggled against the ropes, not wanting to be pleased by the man who would abduct him from his own home, tie him down and videotape his un-consented rape. But despite the circumstances, McConnell's dick (and body) began to respond, growing more aroused as the head began to leak pre-cum.
"Noooo..., don't..., please...!" begged McConnell, not wanting to give in to his attacker.
But the man ignored him, stroking his dick steadily as he slowly rammed his own dick in and out of his hole. McConnell could feel all the anger, rage, frustration, and sorrow in his body start to mingle into one gigantic pit of emotions. He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip as he tried to steel his body, keeping it from feeling pleasure. But the stroking hand and probing phallus proved too much for the sex starved McConnell, as his dick suddenly thickened and then started pumping thick ropey strands of creamy white cum all over his salt and pepper sprinkled chest. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH GOD...!!!" he screamed at his release, shooting above his own head.
His attacked resumed doing his pushups, stretching his arms out above McConnell as he humped his ass up and down to drive his dick home with every stroke. McConnell was still in the thrall of orgasm when his attacker suddenly shoved all the way in and came.
"ARRRHHHGGGG...!!!" yelled the man behind the mask, his thick well toned body trembling uncontrollably as he emptied his ball sac in the bottom man's ass, the camera picking up every jerk and contraction his nuts made as they pumped out his thick rich cream.
Losing strength, he pulled out of McConnell's well fucked hole and stumbled off onto the side of the bed. McConnell was still panting breathlessly, his burning asshole aching with desire as it pulsed in and out, breathing on its own. He kept a wary eye on his captor, wondering what would happen now that the worse was over?
Or WAS it?
McConnell watched curiously as the man slowly regained his strength, sliding back into his black camouflage pants before stepping out of sight. McConnell could hear him moving about, pulling something out of a box. He watched as the man returned with an odd looking contraption. He set it up at the foot of the bed, adjacent to the camera which was still rolling. McConnell had no idea what the contraption was, until the man brandished a large dildo which he then attached to the end of a long arm. He aimed the arm (and the dildo) down towards McConnell's anus, aligning them perfectly. Then he poised his finger on the `start' button...
"Don't...! Please...!" was all McConnell had time to say before the button was pushed, and the arm of the contraption shot forth, burying the 10" dildo with one plunge. "AARRRHHH!!" yelled McConnell as the rubber dick penetrated through his bowels, then started to ram back and forth and top speed.
The man stood and watched for a few moments (admiring his handiwork) before finally taking his leave. "No...! Please..., don't go! Don't leave me alone like this!" pleaded the older man as his assailant turned a deaf ear, turning out the lights before leaving McConnell alone to suffer his fate in the dark.
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