[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-39 Title: ABYSS
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FLASHBACK
Maleece placed his hands on the backs of Jake's thighs, then leaned in over top his body and began pounding his hips into his spread ass. Jake took each thrust like the champion slut he was, feeling the long hard shaft move in and out of him. He milked the dick with his hole, wanting to feel Mal bust deep inside him. He watched Maleece work into a sweat as he bitch fucked his hot ass for a straight 15 minutes. When Maleece finally felt himself ready to bust, he pulled out and stroked his dick until the first spurt shot out over Jake's head, hitting the back of the headboard.
After the first shot, Maleece redirected his dick and rammed it balls deep back into Jake's hole, shooting the rest of his nut inside. Jake could feel the warm seed pumping into him, spreading through his ass like a small river. Maleece fell on top of him, shoving his tongue back into Jake's mouth as Jake sucked it like candy. Just then Mal's cell phone began to ring again, causing Jake to break their passionate kiss. "Don't you want to answer that...?" he said, looking up into Mal's eyes.
"Don't worry..., its nobody...!" said Maleece, going back to kissing.
"But..." continued Jake, pulling his mouth away, "...I know you were on your way out when I ran into you...! It could be your date...!"
"Forget him..." said Maleece, shoving his tongue back into Jake's mouth as his dick continued to drain in Jake's bowels. "...I'm right where I'm supposed to be...!" he added without worry, shoving his tongue deeper as his cell phone continued to ring in the background. Neither man paid much attention to the squeaking of the floorboards in the hallway as Chad Bradley stood by the bedroom door, watching the couple embrace in bed...
Drifting off to sleep, both men slept like lambs, wrapped in each other's arms in spoon position as Maleece hugged Jake from behind. Sometime during the wee hours of the morning Maleece slipped a renewed erection back into Jake's accepting hole, then gently fucked his newly rekindled lover's ass from the back, enjoying his receptiveness as he kissed him lovingly about the side of the face and neck.
Jake awoke to the feeling of Maleece's dick sawing through him, and opened his legs (in scissor's position) to give him deeper access. Maleece reached down and massaged Jake's early morning erection while they fucked, loving the way his hardon felt in his hand.
After 20 minutes of gentle love making, Maleece rolled Jake over onto his stomach and began to pick up the pace. Jake spread his legs invitingly, arching his back to elevate his ass for Maleece's deeper probes. He missed his lover's dick over the past few months while staying with Ellis, and couldn't think of a better way to spend an early morning than being on the receiving end of his Puerto-rican dick. Maleece began to slap his pelvic bone into Jake's cushy backside, driving every inch of his solid tool straight up into his gut.
Jake moaned aloud into Mal's pillows as he reached up over his head to rake his fingers through Maleece's hair, pulling Mal's head down into the side of his neck. Maleece fucked harder as he suckled Jake's spot, his hips slapping into Jake's flesh like thunder before suddenly ramming all the way in and unloading for the second time. Jake could feel Mal's dick pulsating inside him, pumping fresh ball juice into his liquidly bowels as he gasped breathlessly in his ear. Jake twisted his head sideways, meeting Mal halfway as they locked lips, kissing and sucking each other's tongues again before falling back to sleep in the same position.
Morning came all too soon as Jake was reawakened to a vicious pounding in his back door. At first he thought it was Maleece (getting one last fuck in before going into work), but he soon realized that the dick didn't feel the same. Jake noticed that his wrists and ankles were cuffed to Mal's bedrails. He looked back over his shoulder to see (much to his horror) Chad Bradley staring back down at him in anger, his handsome face twisted in vile hatred.
Jake tried to wrench himself free, but found the cuffs securely locked in place as he struggled against his assailant. Chad drove his hips into Jake's ass, burying his modest erection with every thrust while holding Jake down against his will. Eventually Jake began to give in despite the obvious danger, arching his back to accept Chad's mad like plunges as the reported beat a path straight through his body through his ass. Chad (no real fan of topping) found it exhilarating to ram his dick through Maleece's spent sperm. He could feel the detective's warm slimy flow around his plugging shaft, feeling the slick ball juice coat his raging cock as it chipped away in Jake's hole like a pickaxe.
Jake's cock hardened underneath him as he gave into the fucking. He hated himself for being such a slut, for being unable to defend himself from an obviously inferior man, but he felt like he couldn't help himself as he became a slave to his own addictions.
Chad hammered away at Jake's hole for all of 10 minutes before he felt his cock succumb to the pleasures of his warm intestines. Hating Jake for being such a strong lay, Chad's eyes rolled up into his head as he lost control of his thrusts, his hips grew a mind of their own as they drove his dick through Jake even faster. Jake was surprised by the ferociousness of Chad's fuck. He thought Chad was just a pretty boy, a spokes model for the news with no real top skills at all. However Jake found himself enjoying the display of power. Chad wasn't trying to make Jake feel good, he wanted to show the police man just WHO had the power between them, and who was on the losing end. There was no better way to show it than to fuck your rival in the ass. Chad rammed his hips forth as he rose up on Jake's back, his toes curling under as his balls wrenched out a powerful jet of cum which blasted into Jake's hole with such force, that Jake actually felt the hot spurts hosing down his interior.
"ARRHHH...!!! ARRRRHHH...!! AarrhhhhHhhh...!!!" screamed Chad as he came.
Jake could feel the reporter's cock pulsating inside him, dying a slow death as the last of its juices pumped into his body to mix with Maleece's. Jake thought the sex part of his ordeal was over, until he heard more footsteps coming down the hall...
"I see you've already started without me, nephew..." said the voice of Commissioner Bradley, his bulky frame squeezing through Maleece's doorway. "I must say..., Jake Valentine would make an excellent Sacrifice! I've known his family for years..., there's some great police blood running through his veins! His daddy and grand-daddy were both cops at some point..." added the Commish, as Chad climbed down off Jake's back. "...but he's about to get something THICKER running through his body any minute now...!" laughed the older man sadistically, as he rammed 4 of his big beefy fingers straight up Jake's cum clogged hole.
"aaaarrhhhhh...!!" screamed Jake, straining as his butt cheeks clinched around the big man's half embedded hand.
"DAMN that's a sweet hole...!" claimed the Commissioner, rotating his hand around inside. "He took those fingers with no problem what so ever! How long you been getting that ass plugged, officer...? Did Bruce Gardner break you in...? I bet he did!" laughed the overweight official. But when Jake didn't answer, the Commissioner added his thumb, twisting his hand around as he tried to push it further up Jake's straining hole.
"YES SIR, he did!" yelled Jake, straining his ass cheeks around the Commish's half buried hand.
"I KNEW it!" declared the older man. "Your father know what a cumpig you are, son...?"
"No sir...!" said Jake, honestly. "It would break his heart, sir!"
"Just think of how much it'll break his heart when he finds out that you've become the latest casualty in street gang violence!" laughed the Commish, yanking his fingers from Jake's shocked hole. Jake looked back over his shoulder curiously, as the 260 plus pound man began undressing, his 6" wrist thick cock sticking straight out from under his gut like a beer can. "Suck this cock, boy..., get it good and wet like I taught ya!" he said, motioning for Chad...
Chad got down onto his knees before his uncle, stretching his mouth wide to accommodate his girth as he took his uncle's entire cock into his mouth in one swallow. Jake saw Chad's throat balloon outward preposterously wide as the fat cock slipped down into his neck. He couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the incest scene unfold before him. It was obvious that Chad had sucked his uncle's cock before (MANY time in fact), as the Commissioner fucked his tv reporter nephew's mouth like the whore he trained him to be, grabbing the back of Chad's beautiful blonde head to fuck his face.
Jake couldn't believe how thick the older man's cock was, or how Chad was able to accomplish taking it. Chad had probably been sucking his uncle off since childhood, learning how to stretch his mouth (among other things) to please his uncle. Commissioner Bradley was a deviant from the word go, having explored all sorts of sorted sexual exploits in his 40 years in law enforcement. He'd seen it all, done it all, and knew where ALL the bodies were buried (literally).
Commissioner Bradley face fucked his young nephew for only a few minutes before pulling out for greener pastures. Knowing how well trained his nephew was in pleasing men, he was afraid he might lose his load to the boy's throat before he had a chance to get his cock up Jake's ass. He pushed Chad aside as he climbed up into Maleece's bed, then positioned his heavy body over's Jake's muscular one. Jake could feel the bed sink as soon as the big man climbed aboard. He placed his pudgy arms on either side of Jake's head, aimed his thick cock up to the well cummed policeman's hole, then rammed forth...
Jake screamed out in serious pain as the Commish's thick cock bore straight into him like a fist. Jake's head shot up off the pillows as he wailed away in pain. His muscles popped as he strained against the cuffs. The Commish buried his cock in one stroke, grinding his fat hairy pelvis against Jake's firm backside as his thick big stomach weighed into Jake's back like a beer keg. Jake could feel the Commissioner's weight on top of him, the thick fat cock stretching his anal walls to capacity.
"ah yessss..." sighed Bradley, loving the feel of the young cop's hot hole surrounding his dick. "...POWER..., --what would I be without it...?" he celebrated as he ground his meat around in the officer's ass before beginning his fuck. He pulled back with his hips, dragging his cock out only by a few inches before ramming back in.
For Jake a few inches felt like 10 as the thick girth stretched his walls and bore through him like a square peg in a round hole. It took nearly 20 minutes for Jake's cunt to adjust and accept the Commish's fat prod. By then Commissioner Bradley was enjoying deep dicking Jake, pulling his entire cock all the way out before ramming the entire thing all the way back in again. Jake's body jerked and jumped after every thrust, his battered rectum taking each thrust full mast as the Commish's hairy nut sac slapped repeatedly into Jake's thighs.
Fortunately for Jake (given his age and weight) the Commish wasn't able to fuck for too long. He plowed into Jake's beautiful body with penetrating stroke, stretching the worn hole out wide before showing any signs of cumming.
Jake prayed that the Commish wouldn't last long, and got his wish when the big man suddenly started to slap his bulk into Jake's back, clearly knocking the wind out of him. Jake could barely breathe under heavy weight as Commissioner Bradley lost all track of time and reality, he whaled away on top of poor Jake until he felt his thick dick stiffen, then began spurting thick doses of heavy cum molasses into Jake's clogged gut. The thick cream flooded Jake's anal canal, spurting out around the embedded cock as it leaked down over Jake's ball sac to soak into Maleece's bed sheets. Commissioner Bradley fell weakly onto Jake's back, burying him under his weight. Jake lay crushed under the big man for several minutes, unable to move until the Commissioner found enough strength in his body to roll off. Once up, he rammed his fingers back up Jake's now well loosened hole, fitting four easily. "Get this CUNT to the ceremony..., he'll make a fine specimen for the Sacrifice!" ordered the older man.
Jake struggled valiantly one last time before Chad appeared next to him with a rag socked in chloroform. He placed it over Jake's mouth and nose, then held it there until Jake couldn't help but breathe it in. Within seconds he was out like a light, his limp and unconscious body making for easy transport to The Franklin Institute!
END FLASHBACK
Now 23 year old Jake Valentine lay naked on a stone slab (in doggy position) in one of the Institute's largest viewing rooms, his gorgeous athletic jock body plastered with the cum splatters of dozens of men as his mind seized to the addictive powers of the street drug Sextasy. Many cocks had pummeled his drug induced body tonight while being held captive against his will, but the last one belonged to none other than Precinct-23's newly appointed captain, --Tim Bradley, as he held a large hunter's knife up to Jake's throat after having just cum inside the sacrificial lamb, baptizing his body in semen for the most high!
Maleece Cortez (Jake's lover for the past 2 years) struggled against his captors as they held him by the arms, pointing a gun into his ribs while forcing him to watch Jake's death. Tim began reciting the sacrificial rite of passage, as he offered Jake to the most high! Maleece knew he had only a small window of opportunity here if he was to save Jake's life, and wondered where his partner was in his greatest time of need...?
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WEST PHILLY
27 year old police detective Malik Jones pulled up in front of his apartment building after just barely escaping a fire in City Hall's basement (chap-37). He got out of his car (feeling worn and beaten) as he slowly made his way toward the front stoop. A young man was sitting out front, waiting as Malik walked up...
"Yo man..., can I talk to you for a minute...?" he asked, making Malik's heart freeze as he instantly worried that something bad may have happened to Marvin...?
"Sure Tyrone..., did something happen...? Is Marvin alright...?" he asked curiously, unable to figure any other reason why Marvin's brother would be there.
"This ain't about Marvin...!" said Tyrone, bluntly.
"Okay..." said Malik, intrigued. "...should we go inside...?" he asked, not wanting to have a show for the people walking by.
"Not into the apartment...!" insisted Tyrone, following Malik into the first floor landing. Malik slowly closed the front door, after allowing Tyrone inside behind him.
"I think I know what this is about..." said Malik, after giving it some brief thought. "...this is about that 3some we did with your brother, isn't it...?"
"Yeah..." admitted Tyrone. "...but it ain't what you think..."
"You're upset over how it ended...!" accessed Malik. "Marvin didn't mean anything by his actions..., he's just ..."
"Jealous!" intervened Tyrone, catching Malik off guard. "He saw somethin' in us that night...! Somethin' I've been feelin' ever since!"
Malik froze as Tyrone stepped forward. "We had a connection that night! I felt it, Marvin felt it, and I KNOW you felt it!"
"Tyrone, I..."
"Don't try to deny it, man..., I could FEEL IT in your kiss, in your body language, in the way you pushed back against me when I made you cum...!"
"You're reading far more into it than you should, Tyrone...!" advised Malik. "It was only SEX!"
"I don't think so..." said Tyrone, pulling Malik into his arms before sealing a kiss on his lips. Malik was shocked by the unexpected move as Tyrone quickly slipped his tongue into his mouth. Malik's first instinct was to push Tyrone off, to declare his love solely for his brother Marvin and order Tyrone to leave. However Malik found himself quickly drowning in Tyrone's touch, accepting his talented tongue as Tyrone pressed him back against the neighbor's door and began grinding hips.
Malik felt a rush to his head as he became light headed with lust. He poised his hands at Ty's chest to push him away, but didn't. Instead he snaked his arms down about his trim waist as Tyrone ground into him like a horny teenager. Malik could feel Ty's stiff dick poking into him as Ty's hands squeezed at his ass cheeks though his slacks before Ty finally broke the kiss...
"You're gonna tell me you didn't feel anything in that...?" he asked, standing directly in front of Malik face to face.
Malik was still gasping for breath at the moment, taking a few seconds to redeem his composure...
"No..., nothing...!" he lied, blatantly.
Tyrone smirked...
"That's not what THIS is sayin'...!" he said, reaching down to squeeze Malik's hardon which was pressing out against his pants. Malik gasped aloud, having been unaware that he had sprung an erection.
"A hard dick has a mind of its own...!" he defended, undermining Ty's assumption.
"A mind is a terrible thing to waste!" stated Ty playfully, lightening the tense mood. "I'm not askin' you to dump my brother if you're happy with him..." he added, getting back to the subject. "...but IF you're tired of beatin' you're head against the wall tryin' to figure him out..., I'm ready to take his place...! I'm ready to give you what he won't!"
"And what's that...?" asked Malik, skeptically.
Tyrone took the officer's hand and placed it gently over his own chest...
"My HEART!"
Malik was speechless as Tyrone leaned in and planted one more kiss. This one though shorter, was no less magnetic. "Think about it...!" he suggested before leaving, as Malik stood with his back against the neighbor's door with his mouth ajar in disbelief...
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52ND STREET
Divine Graham (aka The Blackwidow, aka Peaches) watched as one of her best friends (Dedra Wright) was put into the back of an ambulance and taken away by paramedics. After police questioned her (Divine) and dozens of other eyewitnesses about the unprovoked shooting which had occurred, West Philly detectives determined it was most likely a botched drive-by assassination attempt, "most likely orchestrated by Tempest Williams" who was "probably trying to clean up what was started with the murder of Whinny Graham" (Divine's husband).
Police offered to put Divine and her associates (Dedra and Dmoney) into protective custody if they testified against Tempest and told them everything they wanted to know about the drug lord. However Divine declined, vowing to herself instead to come to a truce with her former lover. She called him (via cell phone), asking him to meet her at a place of her choosing. To her surprise Tempest agreed, telling her to contact his assistant with the details. Divine's associate/bodyguard (Dmoney) overheard her private conversation, and offered his services...
"Ain't NO WAY I'm gonna let you walk in there with that mofo all alone! It's suicide!" said Money. "Remember what happened to you the last time you two were all alone...!" (chap-6, pt-4).
"THIS time is different...!" reasoned Divine, gathering her purse. "I'm not running away from Tempest this time..., I'm going TO HIM!"
"Thta's crazy!" snapped Money, capturing the attention of nearby officers still surveying the crime scene...
Divine pulled Money aside...
"Dedra needs you more than I do right now...!" she stated, thinking of Money's wife. "She's pregnant! And while the gunshot wound to her arm might not be life threatening..., there's still a chance that the baby could have been harmed in the fallout! You need to go to her...! Be by HER side! I'll be alright!"
"Protecting you is MY job! Pooh left ME to do that for him!" argued Money, wanting to honor his word.
"Protecting Dedra and the baby is your PRIMARY job now...!" countered Divine. "THEY need you more right now...! Be there for them!" she insisted, touching Money gently on the arm before giving him a big supportive hug.
Money couldn't help but feel torn with his devotion to his wife and unborn child, and his loyalties and debts to Pooh and Divine. Divine sent him to go on to the hospital while she hailed a cab. Money watched her take off without expressing where she was going, getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he may never see her again...
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PRECINCT-23
Policemen and detectives stood outside their small precinct, waiting for a highly anticipated delivery after receiving a phone call from another district informing them of the arrest of a wanted fugitive.
39 year old Scott Macnamara sat handcuffed in back of a police car, still wearing cheap makeup and the mini-skirt Tempest Williams provived for him while being slowly expedited back to his station. The officers of Precinct-23 waited impatiently as the police car rounded the corner, pulling up outside the front entrance. As soon as the car stopped, officers started to peer in through the rear window, laughing when they saw how kinky Macnamara was dressed.
"So the rumors were true..." said one of the officers, opening the back door. "...Tempest Williams made him his btich! He dressed him up and made him sell his ass on the streets!"
"Deserves him right for what he did to Hightower!" said another officer as Macnamara was yanked out of the backseat. Before Macnamara could even get his footing, someone sucker punched him in the face, causing him to fall back onto the cruiser.
The escorting officers simply watched as Macnamara was physically abused. With officers often expected to face the dangers of outside treats, when one of their own turns against them it's usually doubly upsetting. When an officer physically harms another officer in the way Macnamara injured Hightower, all bets are off when it comes to his loyalty and safety. The officers of Precinct-23 found themselves quickly turning into an angry mob as Macnamara was punched unexpectedly in his gut.
"That's enough!" yelled officer Alexander, appearing from the crowd as Macnamara's savior. Pushing aside angry officers, he gripped Macnamara by the arm forcibly, pulling him upright before escorting him inside to be officially booked for aiding Tempest Williams' escape and for the attempted murder of detective Nicolas Hightower.
After his initial booking (fingerprinting, mug shots [in and out of drag makeup], and endless paperwork), Macnamara was taken down to lockup (still wearing his outfit). The prisoners looked on in discuss and wonderment as Mac was uncuffed and placed into his cell.
"Look at THIS shit...!" said one of the criminals, arrested for assaulting another man on the street. "Who the fuck'r YOU supposed to be..., Bea Author?"
"Naw..., he more like Milton Berle!" laughed another man, arrested for home invasion and armed robbery.
"Bitch ain't wearin' no panties...!" announced the first man, lifting the back of Mac's skirt as he cowered against the bars.
"What's his pussy look like...?" asked yet another man, sitting on a bench watching the spectacle unfold.
The first man pushed Mac face first into the bars, then physically pulled his flat ass cheeks apart to reveal his well used well worn asshole.
"Looks wrecked!" said the man, staring down at Mac's hole. "What'r you..., some kinda fag hoe...?" asked the man, slapping Mac on the ass.
"Yes..." answered the officer, holding onto the bars for support as he looked back over his shoulder. "...I belonged to Tempest Williams..., I'm one of his drag queens!"
"Them hoes down on Snyder...?" asked one of the men. "They almost caught me once...! I was drivin' through late one night when they stopped me and asked if I wanted some good head..., I was like hell yeah! Then I found out it was really a guy dressed up to look like a chick...!"
"So how was the head...?" asked one of the other men, sneakily.
"Shit was good, man! Best I ever had!" admitted the man.
"So you let another man suck your dick...?" laughed someone in the background, frowning his face in disgust.
"I'm bout to do MORE than that!" said the first man, unzipping his pants as he couldn't keep his eyes off of Mac's bare ass.
"Aww shit..., bout to be some Shawshank shit poppin' off in here!" laughed another prisoner, as they all watched the rape begin.
Macnamara could feel the cell becoming excited with sexual energy as he prepared himself for yet another anal pummeling. He watched the black man freed his semi-erection, then step up behind him. He stroked himself into a full fledged hardon, then aimed it up between Mac's ass cheeks and forced himself inside.
Macnamara felt the dick head pressing into his ass, stretching his worn anus open as it bore its way through. The dry entry ripped through his moist anal ring like a battering ram, plunging into his rectum full throttle. The man settled in behind him, pressing Mac flat up against the iron bars as he ground his pelvis into his bare ass. Macnamara rose up onto his tip-toes, pushing back on the swollen sausage as the man sheathed his entire dick to the root.
"Fuck that white bitch!" encouraged one of the watchers.
Macnamara couldn't believe he was still getting his bitch-pussy fucked after his arrest, and in the basement of his own precinct to boot. Having worked out of this very station for years, he felt odd to be on the other side of the bars looking out, his well trained well tagged manhole already being put to good use. The man standing behind him was obviously used to taking what he wanted. He held Mac firmly (pushed against the bars by adding pressure into his back) as he fucked into his ass steadily, ramming his dick in and out of the older officer's man-cunt with solid strokes. Macnamara felt powerless to stop him, if indeed he wanted to. Macnamara felt confused, wanting to be fucked nearly as much as he wanted his nightmare to end. Tempest had done a great job stripping him of his manhood, transforming him into a cumdump vessel for cock. His body now craved the raw rough fucking only another man could give him. His own cock hardened under his skirt, showing the other prisoners how committed he was to being their servant.
"He likes it..., look at his dick...! He's hard as hell!"
"Who cares bout his dick...?" asked the man butt fucking him as he pushed Mac against the bars harder and stabbed deeper into his gut. "It's his ASS we want!"
Macnamara grunted out loud as his ass was fucked. Other prisoners from neighboring holding cells gathered around to watch the willing rape, some of them even masturbating while they watched. Macnamara looked at the mixture of hard colored cocks from across the cell room, and wished they were all in one cell to use his body. He couldn't help licking his lips wantonly at the sight of one man jacking off through the bars, trying to reach his dick from across the aisle. After a few minutes, the man erupted cum all over the cell room floor, shooting streaks across the walkway in a series of white droplets. Macnamara found himself groaning in despair at the loss of cum, wishing he could have consumed it in his mouth or ass.
"FUCK...! I'm getting' ready to cum...!" announced the man behind him, grabbing the cell bars on either side of Mac's head as he rammed himself in deeper. Macnamara felt the bars pressing painfully into his chest as the man's thrusts became more violent. He hammered Mac's ass hard and rough, jamming his dick well into the officer's sore ass before losing his load in the cock sucking bowels. "ARRRHHHHH FUCK...!!" screamed the man as he came, shooting thick creamy wads of sperm into Mac's velvety insides.
Mac felt the dick pulsing inside him, loading his rectum full of man cream as the man ground himself into his ass. When he finally finished, he yanked his satisfied dick from the hole and tucked it away as another man stepped up to take his place. He grabbed Mac by his (real) hair, pulling him over to the bench where he bent him over in his hands and knees. He rammed his dick balls deep into the bitch's hole while another man presented his dick for sucking. For the next several hours Macnamara was used by the prisoners as a cumdump, shooting cum in both holes and over his face and body. When they were done, they all sat around bragging about how empty their balls felt, while Mac sat on his knees with his face pressed between the iron bars, allowing the men in the adjacnt cell to fuck his face...
To be concluded...
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