Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 12:06:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Year's Eve Patrol Part 3

New Year's Eve Patrol Part 3

The following day, back at his usual post, Sam Stillwell was restless.

He pondered all day whether he should go back to the gang's hangout. He was
nervous. How would he be received without Devon? Would he be received
without Devon?

And he was nervous about going without Devon. Even though he knew Devon had
no more control than he in the situation he would feel safer with Devon
there.

Sam just could not sit still. He read through the reports he had to vet but
didn't really absorb much. He found himself pacing his `territory' behind
the front desk looking over the shoulders of the officers and recruits
dealing with those reporting crimes. This was so unusual for Sam to do all
his colleagues wondered what was up.

Sam would pace then return to his cubicle, and repeated that process
throughout the shift. Part of the difficulty was every time he sat down his
asshole would twitch and remind Sam of the cocks the gang rammed, and would
ram again tonight, up his hole.

Sam told himself he did not have to go. No one was forcing him to drive
over to that building after his shift ended. No one. But the reality was
someone was forcing Sam. Sam was forcing Sam. Sam needed cock up his
ass. He needed to be used and abused. He needed to be dominated by those
young men. He needed the feeling of someone else being in control of Sam.

Straight Sam recognized he wanted, even needed, those young gang members to
use and abuse him sexually. The very thought got him excited and the more
he thought of that the more his cock hardened. Sam sat behind his desk
until his cock softened and he was presentable, and could resume his pacing
until his cock hardened again and he once again escaped to his
cubicle. Several of those he was overseeing noticed his stiffened cock and
it generated discussions amongst them.

Finally, the clock indicated the end of shift. Sam bolted for the locker
room to prepare himself for his gangbang. Sam needed to remove his
underwear and hoped to do so discretely. He stripped off his uniform pants
and his underwear when his locker neighbour arrived.

The fellow had smelled cum on Sam the other night and now he was witness to
his odd behaviour. He watched Sam closely as the latter pulled on his
uniform pants sans his tighty-whiteys. He tilted his head like a puzzled
dog and then said in a stage whisper, "Interesting. Very interesting."

Sam turned toward him and started to give a smart reply before stopping
himself. He did not owe him any explanation. In fact, he couldn't even
remember his name. The fellow's nametag read `Oosterhuis' and, although Sam
recalled they had met and passed in the halls occasionlly, it meant
nothing. Besides Sam was focussed on getting to the gang's hangout and
having his ass royally reamed. He zipped his pants, fastened his belt, and
bolted off in search of his night of pleasure Ð his night of being used.

Oosterhuis watched him go, and smiled to himself knowingly.

Sam broke one or two traffic laws as he sped to the abandoned auto body
shop. As usual there was no sign of life about the place. Sam quietly
climbed the metal stairs and turned into the large space at the top.

"Stop! Strip!" a voice commanded from the far side.

Sam stopped and began removing his uniform immediately, his cock hardening
instantly in anticipation.

"Where is the other one? The piglet?" demanded the voice with some
frustration. Sam explained Devon's transfer and conflicting shifts as he
continued stripping. There was a whispered conversation Sam could not make
out. "Well, damn," said the voice. "Get your sorry ass over here."

Sam moved closer and, as he did so, noticed there was something different
about the space. Before he could determine what the difference was, he was
ordered to kneel on the mattress next to the fire barrel with his head
down.

There was some snickering before something hard and cold was pressed on his
asshole. Unlubricated there was a good deal of pain as it entered Sam's
ass. Sam yelped and groaned as the object continued into his bowels. After
about eight or nine inches were embedded inside Sam the inward pressure
ceased.

A hand pushed Sam's face into the mattress and ordered, "Don't move. Stay
just like that."

And Sam stayed just like that. And he didn't move. And he waited for the
next order.

And he waited.

And he waited.

After ten, maybe fifteen, minutes, Sam raised his head slightly, listening
carefully. He heard nothing. Lifting his head more he scanned his immediate
surroundings. And saw no one.

He shivered and realized what was different. The fire, which had been
roaring the last two times he was here, was barely noticeable tonight and,
apparently, died out while Sam waited.

Sam rose to his feet. The object in his ass made that action painful. A
more careful survey of the space revealed he was alone.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, confused. This was not the way the night was
supposed to go. Was everyone so disappointed Devon wasn't there they had
left?

Sam took a few steps before reaching around and withdrawing whatever was
protruding from his ass. It popped free and Sam studied it in closely
through the gloom. "What the fuck?" he repeated. This time addressing what
appeared to be a miniature plastic baseball bat, like the one he bought for
his son when the boy was two.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded of the empty room in
frustration and flung the toy as hard as he could.

Feeling embarrassed and angry, as well as chilled, Sam stomped over to
where his clothes lay. On top of the pile a piece of paper and an open
padlock had been placed. With difficulty in the faint light, Sam read the
note:

"Grandpa pig and Piglet, Break is over. We won't be here. Don't come here
anymore. We will call grandpa pig's number when you're wanted."

Another hand had added: "Padlock the door when you leave."

Sam shook with rage as he stood there, naked, reading this harsh dismissal
of his sexual services. "Rape me, abuse me, use me then throw me away, will
you. I. Don't. Think. So. Punks!" he shouted. He continued shouting what he
would do to the gang when he got the opportunity as he dressed. But he
padlocked the door at the bottom of the stairs as requested.

Sitting in his car, he texted Devon the contents of the note and expressed
his anger.

Devon texted back: "Shit! And Damn!"

That seemed to sum up the whole thing so Sam made his way home. He was so
angry he could not relax. His wife thought they were going to have the
wild, abandoned sex they had the last two nights but Sam pleaded a headache
and tried to sleep. Unsuccessfully.

Sam reported for work the next day still seething and still running revenge
scenarios in his head. He snarled at the first few people who tried
greeting him.  Everyone backed off and gave him his space speaking to him
only when absolutely necessary. Sam attempted to focus on
work. Unsuccessfully.

Until his desk phone rang for the first time. Suddenly Sam's mood
shifted. `They're calling!' he said to himself, `Ten-J's summoning me!'

But it wasn't the gang.

After the call, Sam had to face something. He might have been angry but he
was still turned on. The possibility of getting together with the gang for
more fucking made his asshole tingle; and his frame of mind change.

Because the note said they would phone.

Every time the desk phone rang for the next four days Sam went through that
rollercoaster of emotional responses. He also got an erection every time
that phone rang which made for some interesting face-to-face meetings with
subordinates when the phone did ring

On the fifth day, Sam finished his daily activities report and was using
overtime to leave early for the day when a young officer from the front
desk knocked on the cubicle wall.

"Sarge, there is a fellow to see you. Name'sÉ uhÉ JacksonÉ uhÉ
Tennyson Jackson. Says its personal."

Sam thought, `Who the hell is Tennyson Jackson?' Before he could voice that
question aloud, it struck him Ð Tennyson Jackson Ð Ten-J! His asshole
contracted and his cock hardened.

He exploded off his chair and quickly brushed passed the officer. He
scanned the waiting room but couldn't see the short thug he expected,
Ten-J, among those waiting. As he turned to ask where Tennyson Jackson was,
he caught a glimpse of a young, slightly built, black man looking
expectantly at him.

Sam tried to rectify his image of Ten-J, with his baggy pants slung low on
his ass, over-sized t-shirt and hoody, with this fellow. Dark grey wool
slacks, buttoned down burgundy dress shirt and matching tie looking every
bit a respectable young professional. He hesitantly extended a hand and
said professionally, "Mr Jackson, what can I do for you?"

"Sergeant Stillwell, I wonder if I could have a couple of minutes. I have a
favour to ask of you." Definitely Ten-J's voice. Totally different tone.

Maintaining his professional demeanour, Sam thought, `Yes, you can fuck me
with that huge cock of yours. Right here in front of everyone!' but he
replied, "Certainly." He asked the commissionaire who monitored non-police
matters at the front desk, "Is there a quiet room available?" A momentary
pause and he was told which room they could use.

Sam led the way to Quiet Room 2 down a short corridor. He ushered Ten-J in
and closed the door. "These rooms are used for grieving relatives and the
like so we won't be disturbed here. There are no cameras or
microphones. What favour can I do for you?" He started undoing his belt in
anticipation of being fucked.

Ten-J chuckled then held up a hand to stop Sam, "Nothing like that,
Sergeant. As I said I have a favour to ask. I have applied for a job in the
IT department here at Police Headquarters and have an interview on
Wednesday. And I wondered ifÉ"

Sam was thrown for a loop, "You want me to give you a job reference?" he
asked in amazement.

Ten-J's laugh was hearty, "Hardly. É How would that go?" he said
sarcastically, adopting a deep, professional voice, "So, Sergeant
Stillwell, how long have you known the candidate?" Ten-J answered himself
in a close approximation of Sam's voice, "Two days, sir. Each time I was
naked and the candidate was fucking my ass. But he did it very well."

Sam laughed at the absurdity of that, "What can I do then?"

"I was hoping you would be able to introduce me to someone in IT who could
answer some questions so I'm better prepared for the interview."

Sam considered the request but then became practical, "You know you can't
work here with a criminal recordÉ"

"Naturally, I É oh, wait, you think I have a criminal record? Where did
you get that idea?"

Sam was stumped by that response. He explained, "Well, you belong to a
street gang and more often than not there are criminal activities involved
in that lifestyle."

Ten-J's rich brown eyes opened wide. "Street gang? You think we're a street
gang? Why? Because we're black and we hang out in an abandoned building?
You ARE racist, grandpa pig!"

"I am NOT racist but the evidence of my own eyesÉ I mean, you guys
pulled guns on us and raped us. What else I am to think."

Ten-J laughed again, "I suppose based solely on those two nights, you might
make that assumption butÉ First of all, only one of the guns is
real. The other two are toys. And the real one didn't have any bullets in
it."

"Say what!? You mean to tell me we allowed ourselves to be held at gunpoint
and be gang raped with toys and an empty gun?" Sam was huffing with
indignation at the thought. "I can't É IÉ"

"That's right. As you say: `You allowed yourselves.' Neither of you really
put up much of a fight to stop us, not really. Did you? And that second
night, there were no guns in sight, right? As for the guns, real and toy,
you know the neighbourhood we were in. We got the guns for show to warn any
troublemakers off. Frankly, I was amazed at how easily you and the piglet
gave in. You two were really easy."

"Oh, fuck, I can'tÉ Holy fuck, you mean, we couldaÉ" Sam's mind was
blown and he could not form a coherent sentence, "I coulda stopped you from
shoving that fucking huge cock up my assÉ"

"Yep," Ten-J was enjoying Sam's discomfort. "But, then, you did come back
for seconds the next night, didn't ya? And, apparently, the night after
that too..."

Sam stopped sputtering, sighed and said, "True."

"So, it couldn't have been all that bad. Besides when you walked out of
your office right now your cock was hard as fuck. And it was hard because
you were expecting me to fuck you again with my `fucking huge cock,' ain't
that right?"

Sam hung his head and nodded sheepishly, "Yes. I wantÉ no, I need,
Édamn it, I need that monster up my ass again. I missed all you guys
using my ass and my mouth. But mostly my ass. É Why did you stop us from
coming around again?"

"Because, like the note said: Christmas break is over. With the holidays at
an end we had to get back to work and school so we wouldn't be there for a
while. There was no point you guys wasting your time coming to the
building."

Sam sat, "Okay, so if you're not a gang, what are you?"

"Six friends, well, seven really but Anton was away. Anyway, friends who
hang out together, talk about our lives, girls, the future. Sometimes we
drink. We were drinking that first night. I think that was one reason we
did what we did."

"Why at that empty building and not at your homes? That would be more
logical for guys not in a gang."

"Three of us live at home, three live with girlfriends and Whisper's place
is just a single room Ð too small."

Sam needed to clear his mind of the confusion and misconceptions, "And you
don't have criminal records?"

Ten-J chuckled again, and answered formally, mockingly, "No, officer, we
don't have criminal records. É Well, technically Whisper does but not
the rest of us. Our one criminal act was the `rape' of a couple of police
officers but there doesn't seem to a record of that crime."

"True. No record of that crime. No complainants of record. É Technically
Whisper has a record?"

Ten-J's mirth evaporated and he became serious, "Yeah, he was wrongly
convicted of an assault charge. The whole thing was bogus."

"What do mean `bogus?'"

Ten-J took a deep breath, "Whisper was walking home from work one night and
he heard a woman scream. He went to help, `cause that's who Whisper is, and
spotted this big guy beating on this little woman. He jumps in and knocks
the guy out with a couple of punches. Then he goes to help the woman who
was real beat up. When the cops come, Whisper's expecting to be a hero
instead the bitchÉ"

"Let me guess. The woman tells the cops Whisper was the aggressor who
attacked the two of them for no reason, so he gets arrested. Right?"

"How did you know? Were you there?"

Sam shook his head, and said, "I wasn't there when Whisper was arrested,
but I've been there before.' Ten-J looked puzzled. "When I was new to the
force, my partner and I responded to a domestic violence call. When I was
cuffing the husband, the woman, despite being seriously hurt, jumped from
her chair, grabbed a kitchen knife and tried to stab me. To stop me from
arresting her husband. Fortunately, I had on my vest and had a partner who
was quick on her feet and was able to stop the woman. It is not uncommon
for the victim of domestic violence to turn on her rescuer to protect the
fellow who was just beating her up."

"Why would they do that?"

"Good question. There are lots of reasons, social, psychological and
emotional. None that make total sense to the outsider." Sam paused, "When
did this happen? Because if Whisper is already out, I have a feeling the
courts didn't believe he was actually the aggressor. What's Whisper full
name and birth date? I'll look into the case."

"Really? Marvin Anderson. Marvin Eugene Anderson. I'm not sure about his
birthday. I know it's in September sometime. The charge was June two years
ago. Whisper served four months in minimum security and is on parole for
five years. You can get the charge thrown out?"

"Hold it. I make no such promises. I have no power over court decisions. I
will look into the case and see what might be possible, that's all I can
do."

"That would be great `cause Whisper wants to work with seniors, you know
old people like you, but he can't `cause of that charge. He really hates
that."

"Seniors? Whisper? The same Whisper who wields that board?"

Ten-J laughed, "Yeah, that Whisper. His grandparents raised him and he has
always said he wanted to repay them for giving him such a good life by
helping others."

"Whisper? Go figure. É Interesting how you can misjudge people when you
don't know the full story." Sam glanced at his watch, "Anyway, if we want
to catch the IT people we need to go."

Upstairs, Sam introduced Ten-J, no Tennyson, to one of the IT managers then
removed himself to the end of the hallway as they talked `geek speak' to
one another. Sam marvelled at how completely he had misread the group. And
he was seriously disappointed `the gang' were just ordinary young men who
took advantage of circumstances, raped him and introduced him to a whole
aspect of his own sexuality. He pondered how all this new knowledge would
affect his newfound sex life. He didn't relish the prospects of having to
give up so soon what he just learned to enjoy.

As they entered the elevator to return to the lobby, Ten-J purposefully
positioned himself one step ahead of Sam facing the front of the
elevator. Before Sam could say anything, Ten-J's right hand shot out and
grasped the officer's crotch from below. Grasped and then squeezed Ð
hard.

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Sam almost doubling with the pain. "What the hell?"
Ten-J increased the pressure. Sam winced and moaned breathlessly,
"Cameras."

Ten-J glanced at the security cameras on his left, "I saw them. Now, to
thank you for your help, I'm going to give you what you want. I'm going to
fuck you. You want to do it in here or at your desk or where?"

Sam punched the second floor button in time to stop their descent. Ten-J
led the way off the car still holding firmly to Sam's crotch. He let go at
the sight of someone down the corridor.

Sam straightened up, regained his breath, and indicated he had access to a
room at the end of a side hall. Before they could move far, that `someone'
joined them.

It was Sergeant Oosterhus. "Morning, Stillwell. What's up?" He cast
inquisitive eyes over Ten-J then at Sam and back. He looked as though he
had questions to ask but he said nothing more.

Sam choose to not satisfy Oosterhus' curiosity but directed Ten-J with a
gentle push, "The training room is down here near the end of the hall." He
led the way leaving Oosterhus staring after them. "I teach first aid and
advanced first aid in this room and there's a storage room we can use." As
he unlocked the door, he observed Oosterhus was no longer watching them.

Ten-J made no comment but grabbed Sam's butt. Hard. Sam paused momentarily
to enjoy the feeling before unlocking the storage room. He relocked the
door once they were inside.

Ten-J shoved Sam toward a small desk, "Why are you still dressed, pig?
Strip! Now!"

"Yes, sir," replied Sam instinctively.

"'Sir.' I like that. I like an old man calling me `sir' with the respect I
deserve. Keep it up, grandpa pig."

"Yes, sir."

Sam's cock was dripping pre-cum by the time he was naked. "How do you want
me, sir?"

Fumbling with his pants, Ten-J considered the possibilities before
responding, "On you back. Legs in the air."

Sam instantly obeyed, dropping to the carpeted floor, pulling his legs back
so far he rested on his shoulders.

"Damn, no lube," said Ten-J after searching his pockets, "thought I had
some."

"Not a problem, sir. Go in dry and pound me hard. I really need that cock
in my ass, sir. I've been waiting. Just do it!"

Ten-J, bare from the waist down, positioned his hard cock against Sam's
twitching hole, and said, "Okay, you asked for it, grandpa pig." He plunged
forward shoving his entire cock up the officer's ass stopping only when his
balls slapped Sam's ass cheeks.

Sam, eager as he was, screamed in anguish at the brutal entry. It felt like
getting fucked for the very first time. His ass was being ripped in
half. He was dying. He erupted blowing an enormous load of cum all over
himself.

Ten-J laughed at the sight of cum landing on Sam's nose, mouth, chin and
chest. He pulled back until the head of his cock popped audibly from Sam's
hole. Immediately, he thrust forward until his balls hit Sam's ass. And he
repeated that action. Again. And again. And again.

Sam groaned in pain each time he was spiked on that cock. And he loved as
every painful inch rammed up his hole. Despite cumming so much, his cock
remained hard.

Ten-J soon fell into the rhythm and depth he discovered that first night;
that which had the most impact on Sam. He purposefully rubbed his cock head
against Sam's prostate, stimulating that organ to the fullest.

"Oh Christ Almighty! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Do it! Do me!" Sam was beside
himself with pleasure.

Ten-J thrilled with excitement with every spasm of Sam's rectum. It felt
glorious, adding to Ten-J's gratification. Beyond the physical sensations,
the verbal enticement really turned Ten-J on. "Call me `sir'. Beg me to
fuck you! Beg to be used, grandpa pig!"

"Oh, god, sir! É Ram that cock up my ass, sir! É Fuck me, sir! É
Use my hole, abuse my hole, sir! É Take me anywhere anytime, sir. I am
yours to fuck, sir. É Fuck me! Fuck me hard, sir!" The older man was
really into what was happening, really into being a fuck toy for the
younger man. A man younger than his son.

Ten-J wanted to make this fuck last but he was so turned on he
couldn't. The pleasurable sensations sent him over the top and he blew a
substantial load of cum up the cop's eager ass. Sam felt the warm sticky
cum coating his bowels. Both men moaned their pleasure at the same time.

Ten-J did not soften at all and he continued to pump Sam's ass. Sam
continued to encourage Ten-J to fuck him. Ten-J grasped Sam's rigid cock
and coaxed another load from the officer. More cum coated Sam's face and
upper torso. And still Ten-J manipulated that cock while ramming that
ass. The stimulation kept both men hard.

Ten-J stretched his upper body while fucking Sam, and, on the desk, spotted
some binder clips. `Why not?' he asked himself and reached for the clips.

Sam's eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy so didn't see what was about to
happen but he certainly felt it.

Ten-J stopped pumping for a moment and clamped a binder clip in each of
Sam's hard nipples.

"AAAARRRGHHHH! Holy fuck!" screamed Sam as he blasted yet another load of
cum.

"Ooweee," exclaimed Ten-J, "Well, that was fun! Obviously that's something
to keep in mind for the future." He laughed as Sam squiggled and squirmed
in discomfort.

"Holy hell! I can't believe you did that. It hurts like hell!"

"And yet you came yet again," replied Ten-J, "I need to get me a box of
those things. Maybe bigger ones. And, I need to think of other places to
attach them." He laughed an evil stage-villain laugh.

"Like where?" Sam asked trepidatiously.

Ten-J gave his evil laugh again, "You'll see. Wait and see." He drove full
force into Sam's ass again to punctuate his point. He then pulled out and
lay down on the floor. "Sit on my cock, grandpa. Fuck yourself on it."

Sam scrambled up and squatted over Ten-J's rigid pole his fucker held in
place for him. Sam began to slowly lower himself in consideration of his
sore ass.

Ten-J had other ideas. He raised his hips quickly impaling the officer to
the fullest.

Sam growled in pain at the suddenness of the intrusion. A shiver ran
through his body. `God, I love being used. I love being dominated by this
kid,' he thought as he was skewered completely.

Ten-J stopped moving forcing Sam to do the work of fucking himself. He was
about to say something when his cell phone rang. Sam had to stretch over
for Ten-J's pants, dig out the phone and hand it to his fucker all while
keeping that cock up his ass.

"Yo," Ten-J said cheerfully. He listened for a moment, "What kind of
favour?" More listening, then, "You sure, man? É Okay, if that's what
you want. I'll see what I can arrange. ÉGrandpa pig? He's sitting on my
cock right now. You want to talk to him?" Ten-J held out the phone to Sam,
"Piglet wants to talk to you."

Sam was surprised, "Hey, Devon, what's up?"

"I was calling Ten-J to see if I could get a favour from the gang."

Sam didn't think this the time to let Devon know the guys weren't a gang,
"What kind of favour?"

"Not important if you're getting fucked right now. I'll tell you
later. Does that cock feel good?" Sam acknowledged that it did. "Lucky
you. I've been getting Enzo and Jamin's cocks lately."

"Really? How often?" Sam was a little jealous of his one-time
partner. Before he could say anything else Ten-J stabbed in that special
place and Sam groaned with pleasure.

Devon laughed, "Tell you later. Sounds like you need to
concentrate. Anyway, there is something I need to ask right away though. É
Tracy and I have set the date and I want to know if you'll be my best
man. Will you, please?"

Sam was surprised at the request, "Me? Why me? Why not one of your
friends?"

"'Cause I think two nights of getting raped together makes us kinda close,
don't ya think?"

Sam thought about it and chuckled at Devon's slightly twisted logic, "Well,
when you put it that way, boy, I'd be honoured."

"That's great. Thanks, Sam. I gotta run. Tell Ten-j the more the
better. Thanks again and bye." The phone disconnected.

Sam sat down hard onto Ten-J's pelvis and wriggled his ass to get maximum
pleasure for both fucker and fuckee before relaying Devon's message, "Devon
says the more the merrier. Whatever that means."

Ten-J looked at Sam and hooted, "You going to be the best man?" Sam
nodded. "Then you'll find out. Fuck, I'm going to cum again. Ahhhh!"

Sam could feel the warm sensation flood his bowels and responded with
another orgasm Ð no cum this time but a ball twisting orgasm none the
less.

The two sweaty men slowly disengaged; Sam very reluctant to let that pole
leave his hole but Ten-J insisted. Before pulling up his own pants, Ten-J
smeared the cooling cum on Sam's face and torso over the older man's chest
and abdomen.

Ten-J watched Sam grab his clothes but stopped him as he bent over to pull
up his underwear, "Tell you what, grandpa pig. When I start working
here. `Cause I'm sure I'll get the job. You and me will get together
regular. Therefore, stop wearing underwear to work. Got it?"

Sam didn't hesitate, "Yes, sir. No underwear, sir." And he handed his white
jockeys to Ten-J who stuffed them in his back pants pocket.

Dressed and presentable the two men made their way to the lobby where they
said a formal, professional goodbye. Sam, very much aware he must smell of
cum, apologized to the sergeant covering the next shift who arrived while
Sam was away and quickly briefed him. The fellow wrinkled his nose a couple
of times but didn't ask any questions.

Sam made his way to the locker room and was not surprised to find Oosterhus
lingering in front of his own locker partially dressed.

Oosterhus said nonchalantly, "So, the black guy fucked you, didn't he? I
recognize all the signs."

Sam gasped and fell onto the bench. "WhaÉ? WhatÉ?"


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