Officer Marcus Lorenzo was in deep shit... AGAIN! He was the newest rookie police officer. He'd started two months ago. In those two months, he had locked himself in one of the cells twelve times! "Not again!" He said out loud. "Not again!" This was gonna be bad. What made it worse was that the only person that could possibly help him was his partner, Officer Quinton Jackson.
Officer Quinton was at least thirty years older than he was. "He looks good as fuck for being in his fifties." Marcus had thought. He had the build of UFC fighter "Rampage" Jackson and he always shave his head like Evander Holyfield. I'm telling you, he looked hot! The only problem with the man was that he was a pervert. He was always smacking Marcus' ass whenever he walked by him. Or, grabbing Marcus' crotch when he could. To make matters worse, the last two times Marcus had locked himself in a cell, the only way to get free without anyone hearing about it was to let Quinton fuck him!
"I guess it's time for another round." Marcus sighed. He grabbed his radio and said, Officer Quinton, this is Officer Jackson. Could you please meet me in the jail cell area?" "Again?" Officer quinton replied. "Yes, again." Marcus said, slightly annoyed. When he turned off the walkie talkie, he just shook his head. "I can't get mad at him, though." He thought. "This is my own damn fault." He sat down on the bench and waited to be rescued.
It took about an hour, but Officer Quinton came down to the cells. In that time, Marcus had removed his boots and socks. Officer Quinton just licked his lips. "So, I see you finally recognize that, when you call for my help, there will always be a price." Officer Quinton said when he saw Marcus standing in his bare feet. Officer Quinton pulled out his cell phone and turned on camera. "Well, go on.... Finish what you started."
Marcus looked at Quinton as he unbuttoned his uniform top. Underneath, he wore a white tank top. He flexed his arms, showing off those muscle arms. Quinton looked lustfully at the man. "Lord, he has no idea what he'd doing to me." Quinton thought to himself as he caressed the growing bulge in his pants. Then Marcus removed the tank top, which showed off his muscular chest. Quinton gasped softly as he took in the view. Marcus removed his utility belt then he suddenly turned his back on Quinton. Quinton licked his lips. He knew what was coming off next. He grinned and said, "My favorite part!"
Marcus unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground. As per usual, all Marcus was wearing underneath were a pair of men's bikini briefs. "Now, take them joints off." Quinton said authoritatively. "Let me see that ass!" Marcus could tell by the sound of Quinton's voice that he was getting horny. Marcus just smiled as he bent over and slid his briefs down to the ground. "There's my prize!"
Marcus wiggled his fat ass at Quinton. "Back that ass on over here." Quinton urged. Marcus backed up until his ass hit the bars of the jail cell. Quinton gently caressed Marcus' ass through the bars. "Now, put them hands behind your back through the bars." Marcus put his hands though the bars. Instantly, he heard the click of hand cuffs on his wrists. Now, Marcus was at Quinton's mercy.
Quinton opened the cell door and slipped inside. "Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you!" He said as he roughly grabbed Marcus' face and spit in it. Marcus lunged at him, forgetting that he was handcuffed. "Uh hunh." Quinton said. "There will be none of that." Then he punched Marcus in the stomach. That punch took Marcus' breath away, making him drop down to one knee.
Marcus stood up and said, "Is that all you got?" Quinton was about to punch Marcus again. Before Quinton could do anything, Marcus spit in his face. Quinton grabbed Marcus by the throat and said, "I could kill you right here, right now!" "That's kind of cowardly, seeing as I'm here all tied up." Marcus said. "Why don't you try that with me untied, coward!"
"You think you can beat me?" Quinton asked. Marcus looked him dead in the eye and said, "I know I can." So, Quinton went behind him and uncuffed Marcus. Before Marcus could turn around, he hit him upside his head. Marcus fell to the floor and Quinton was on him in a flash. Marcus and Quinton struggled for what seemed like hours. Then, suddenly, Marcus was able to grab Quinton by his big balls. He gave the man's balls such a hard squeeze. Quinton howled in extreme pain. "Let me go!" Quinton hollered. "Let me go!"
When Marcus did let go, Quinton took a swing at him. Marcus ducked before anything connected. When he saw an opening, Marcus reached in and... grabbed Quinton's hard nipples. "Stop that!" Quinton growled. "Fight like a man!" Then Marcus slammed his fist into Quinton's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. "Is that manly enough for you?" He asked sarcastically. Quinton lunged at him. Marcus stepped out of the way at the last minute. Quinton fell forward, losing his balance. As he fell forward, Marcus slapped him on the ass as he went by. "OWWW!" Quinton cried out, grabbing his ass cheek. He hit the ground rather hard. "FUCK!"
Before Quinton could get up, Marcus jumped on top of him and grabbed the handcuffs that Quinton had dropped onto the floor. He quickly handcuffed Quinton to the cell bars. "What the fuck you doing, man?" Quinton asked angrily. "Get these mother fuckin' handcuffs off me!" He struggled trying to get loose. "I mean it!"
Marcus bent down and slapped Quinton's bubble butt hard and said, "Shut the fuck up, negro! I'm in charge now!" He sat down on Quinton's muscular legs. "I said, get off me!" Quinton roared. "Yell all you want." Marcus said. "I'm not afraid of you!" He smacked Quinton upside his head again. He could tell quinton was really getting angry but, he didn't care. He was gonna get his pound of flesh... Or, piece of ass, as it were.
Marcus patted Quinton on his ass. "Get off my ass!" Quinton barked. "Now, let's see what we can do about these clothes of yours." Marcus said calmly. "You'd better not!" Quinton warned. "Or what?" Marcus asked. Then Quinton started pulling at the handcuffs again. As he tried to get loose, Marcus noticed a pocketknife in Quinton's utility belt. "I'll take that!" Marcus pulled the pocketknife from Quinton's belt. "You'd better not cut me with that." Quinton threatened. "Do you mind not threatening me right now?" Marcus asked menacingly. "Before I decide to cut off your dick and balls!"
Quinton kept still and stayed quiet as Marcus began to cut off his police uniform. "I knew you wouldn't want your precious dick and balls cut off." Marcus said as he cut away Quinton's uniform top. Marcus' eyes bugged out as he looked over Quinton's back and arm muscles. "This man must go to the gym religiously." Marcus thought. "He has muscles on top of muscles!"
"I wonder what's down below?" Marcus wondered out loud. "You won't find out." Quinton said. "Why the fuck not?" Marcus asked. "My zipper and button are in the front." Quinton said. "And you can't reach my front!" Then he childishly stuck his tongue out at Marcus. Marcus just rolled his eyes and said, "Then we'll just have to do this the hard way." He cut open Quinton's slacks from the back and, with all his strength, ripped Quinton's pants off his body!
Marcus cracked up, suddenly. Quinton groaned loudly. Quinton was wearing a pair of pink, lacy, women's underwear! "This is priceless!" He hollered with laughter. "Big, bad Quinton Jackson likes to wear women's underwear!" "Shhh!" Quinton said. "Not so loud!" Marcus slapped Quinton's ass hard and said, "I can be as loud as I want!" Then he fixed Quinton's underwear, so it went up the crack of his ass. "Well, damn, Quinton. Don't you look pretty!" Then he gave Quinton's fat ass cheeks a squeeze.
Suddenly, Marcus heard something he never thought he'd hear he heard Quinton moan softly. "Did I just hear you moan?" He asked. "I didn't moan!" Quinton lied. "I could have sworn I heard your ass moan." Marcus insisted. "Well... I didn't." Quinton lied again. "Well, Okay." Marcus said, as if he believed him. Marcus gave Quinton's ass cheeks another, harder squeeze. This time, Quinton moaned louder. "Gotcha!"
"I didn't moan!" Quinton insisted. "You're gonna stop lying to me, or..." Marcus said. "Or what?" Quinton asked. "What you gonna do about it?" Something jogged Marcus' memory right then. Something Quinton had said when they first started working together. "Quinton, you ticklish, man?" Marcus asked calmly. "What are you talking about?" Quinton asked. "What kind of gay question is that?" "Just answer the question." Marcus said. "No!" Quinton said. Then Marcus went to Quinton's size ten feet and tickled them mercilessly. Quinton howled with laughter!
"NO! HAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHA!" Quinton said through fits of laughter. He squirmed and wiggled, desperately trying to get away from Marcus tickling fingers. "HAHAHAHA!" "I thought you said you weren't ticklish." Marcus said as he continued to tickle Quinton's big feet. Then, suddenly, things got real quiet. Eerily quiet. "This nigga passed out." Then he turned Quinton's face and took a picture with his phone. "I know what will wake him up."
Marcus got on top of Quinton and slid his big dick up Quinton's hole. "AWWWW, FFFUUUCCCKKK!" Quinton hollered as he felt every inch of Marcus dick up inside him. "GET IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!" "No way, son!" Marcus said defiantly. "I've been waiting for months for this payback." After a few minutes, he could feel Quinton's hole loosening up. "That's right, let daddy up in that big booty." Marcus long stroked Quinton's hole real good. "Isn't that what you told me the first time you fucked me, Quinton?" He slid in and out of Quinton's hole. "You said you'd only do it once but, you did it several more times." Then Marcus piston fucked Quinton's hole. "Oh shit!" Quinton said as he felt Marcus' dick all up in his guts. Quinton's hole got looser and looser.
Then Quinton's hole tightened around Marcus' dick. Then he heard Quinton mumble something. "Please fuck me." Quinton said softly. "Say it a little louder." Marcus said with a smile. "I can't hear you." "PLEASE FUCK ME!" Quinton said loud enough for most of the precinct to hear him. "I NEED THAT DICK!" So, Marcus obliged, fucking him harder and faster. "FUCK ME, DADDY!" Marcus was fucking him as he was the last piece of ass on earth!
"I'M GONNA CUMMMM!" Marcus moaned loudly. Then he pulled his dick out of Quinton's hole. He stroked his dick furiously. Seconds later, he came all over Quinton's ass cheeks. Then he got back into his uniform. He about to leave when Quinton said, "Don't leave me down here! Please!" Marcus grabbed what remained of Quinton's police uniform and took it with him as he headed back to work.
When he returned the next day, he was surprised to find his fellow officers surrounding someone in the mechanics bay. When he got closer, he saw the chief of police fucking some dude. "Poor guy." He thought. "The chiefs dick is humongous! That dude's ass will be hurtin' for certain!" Marcus' jaw dropped when he realized the person, he was fucking was his own son, Quinton Jackson!'
The End