Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2006 14:14:19 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-23

CITY HALL
 The Mayor's long black limousine pulled up in front of City Hall,
stopping at the main entrance as it holds up early evening afternoon
traffic going around the Broad and Market Street turn at the height of
rush hour. Frustrated drivers waited to go around as horns honked and
people shouted out profanities coupled with unflattering hand gestures.
 Inside the limo, no one knew that the Mayor was between the legs of
reputed drug dealer Tempest Williams, bobbing his head up and down as he
took as much of the man's 9 and 1/2 inch curved cock deep into his
gagging mouth. Mayor Edwards had been sucking Tempest's dick ever since
they left his old derelict apt building some 30 minutes ago. He was new
to cock sucking, trying his best to swallow the bug curved man wood
without scratching the hard tender flesh with his teeth. The limo sat
there blocking up traffic for at least 10 minutes before he finally shot
thick hot cum into the Mayor's inexperienced mouth.

 Edwards choked and gagged on the sperm load, losing most of it to his
suit and tie as he tried his best to suck and swallow (as taught by his
former assistant, -Dunn). After cleaning Tempest's cock with his mouth,
Tempest reminded him of his promise to do his bidding, else the video
tape of him getting royally fucked would somehow make it's way to the
media. Edwards knew the press was out to get him, having made headline
news of him and his many exploits with former female assistants.
 Edwards licked his lips clean of cum, then exited the limo in amidst of
public spectators. He waved politely to well wishers and celebrity
struck  personalities as he quickly ducked into the building. He dashed
pass security and City Hall workers, trying to make a bee line up to his
office. On the elevator, he was met by an advisor who started talking
about the budget reform and pension plans. Mayor Edwards' mind wasn't
really on political issues, as he could feel a ton of semen trying to
force it's way out of his hole. He clinched the cheeks of his ass
tighter, trying to hold back the deluge shot in him last night and
earlier this morning.

"Sir..., you have something on your tie." said the advisor, noticing some
spilled liquid dotting his tie, shirt, and wrinkled suit.

"Yes, yes..., excuse me please!" said the Mayor, rushing off the elevator
at his floor.
 He dashed down the hall, practically running for his office. Several
people spoke and tried to get the Mayor attention, but he couldn't stop.
His secretary was sitting out at her desk, she instantly noticed wet
spots on his clothes, oddly the same exact clothes he work on friday!
Edwards breezed by her without so much as a "hello". He burst into his
office, and ran directly for his private bathroom. But before he could
undo and pull down his pants, he let loose a huge burst of collective cum
in his pants and underwear. The mixture loads of 3 men exploded in the
ass of his pants, soaking his clothes in a plaster of sticky cum and goo.
When he sat down on the toilet, his asshole yawned outward, releasing at
least 4 more loads into the bowel.



PRECINCT-23
 Roll Call. Captain McConnell resided over attendance, and assigns
officers who's partners may have called out a sick day. Then he went into
his usual round of information, reporting assignments and requesting that
the officers keep a close eye on the streets. He reminded them that
Tempest Williams had yet to be caught, and was probably still in the
north Philly area hiding in one of his drug houses.
 After dismissal, officer Cortez and some of the other uniformed cops
walked out towards the vehicle parking lot, to get their assigned units.
Police officer Jake Valentine felt the unpleasant stares of his fellow
officers. Many had regarded his involvement with the fall of Officers
Gardner, Whitmen, Cooper, Blake, and Justine, as an unfortunate event
which put a blemish on the record of the department, -while others saw
him as a willing participant in their shady dealings turned trader, or as
a plain straight out "snitch" on his partner. Some believe that Jake
should have kept his mouth shut, while others believe it should have been
reported through command and not have trickled out to the media. Either
way, it leaves Jake in a less than desirable position as far as his
fellow officers are concerned.

 He walks out into the police vehicle parking lot, and spots his new
partner (officer Maleece Cortez) standing with a group of officers in a
small huddle. Jake knew all of them by face, in the squad, locker, and
shower rooms. They were officers Duncan, Peterson, Lewis, and Reynolds.
He is not sure what they are discussing, until they all turn and watched
him slowly walk over to his squad car. This makes Jake feel even more
insecure as Cortez shakes the hands of his friends, and turns in Jake's
direction.

"What was that all about?" asked Jake, as Cortez strapped himself into
the driver's seat.

"What?"

"The huddle. I saw everyone turn around and look at me when I came out of
the building..., was that my imagination?" asked Jake.

"You're determined to start this up again, aren't you? You didn't get
enough of me slamming you up against the lockers? asked Cortez, visibly
annoyed.

"I don't understand how we got off on the wrong foot, Maleece. We're
partners now..., we need to try to get along!" reasoned Jake.

"You want to get along?" asked Cortez, starting the engine. Jake nodded
his head -yes. "Then drop this innocent girl act! Sheesh..., I've had
females partners with more balls than you!"

"You don't know me!" countered Jake, feeling offended.

"I know your type! You're a trouble maker, Valentine! You like to be the
center of attention!" stated Cortez.

"That's not true!" defended Jake.

"I see the way you flaunt your body around the shower room, taking long
slow showers so everyone can see your body! Everyone knows what you're up
to! We all know you hot for cock!" said Cortez, shifting the car into
gear. "And if you're not careful, you gonna fins yourself in hot water
again!"
 Jake said nothing in defense, as Cortez drove off of police property.
WAS he flaunting his body in the showers? Is that what people thought of
him? Or was Cortez merely grasping at straws, stating his own wishful
thinking from physical attractions to Jake? After all, he DID fuck Jake
last night, -that meant there HAD to be some physical attraction there,
else his dick wouldn't stay hard. Would it?"


THE ROUND HOUSE
 Detective Malik Jones enters what is commonly known as Police
Headquarters. Its a white building in the physical shape of a pair of
handcuff (better seen from the sky in a helicopter than from the naked
eye).
 Jones makes his way to the information's desk, where he requests to the
officer on duty to see one of the prisoners. "Do you have an
appointment?" asked the desk officer. Malik says "no", and is denied his
request. "Every visitor must be approved by appointment only!" read the
desk officer. Malik explained that he was one of the arresting officers,
and that the prisoner had vital information he needed to finish up his
case. He told the desk officer that the case involved the shooting death
of a 15 year old innocent boy, and that he had been a very close friend
of the family. He really needed to talk to the prisoner. The desk officer
took pity, and granted Malik access to the prisoner, despite jail policy.

 Malik signed in, then took the elevator down to the lower level where
the private rooms were held for interrogations and meeting with families
and attorneys. He was taken to a room marked #3, where his weapon was
taken, and he was told to wait for the prisoner.
 Inside the room was a single  4 seater table, with 2 chairs on opposite
sides. Malik was too hipped to sit. He paced the room back and forth,
wondering if he was making a terrible mistake by coming here. He waited
and waited..., and just when he was about to chicken out and go home, the
door to the room opened, and in was escorted the prisoner, -Marvin
Rollins.

 Marvin froze when he saw who was visiting him. He'd been suspecting it
to be his lawyer. It took a moment for the face to register, but when it
did, a huge smirk crossed his face. "Sit down!" ordered the guard who
escorted him in. Marvin's hands were cuffed in front of him as he sat at
the far side of the table.

"How's yur pussy holdin up, officer?" asked Marvin, recognizing Malik
right off.

"I have him. Thanks." said Malik, talking to the escort.

"Are you sure?" asked the uniformed officer.

"Yes." answered Malik, eye balling Marvin.

"I'll be right outside this door." offered the officer, turning to leave.
Malik waited for him to close the door completely before saying anything
to the prisoner.

"To what honor do I deserve this visit?" asked Marvin, resting his cuffed
hands in his lap. Malik stared at the big muscled drug dealer, images of
his rape running fresh in his head. Marvin tilted his head sideways, as
if trying to read his thoughts. "Cat got yur tongue?" he asked, staring
the young officer back in the eye. Malik felt completely intimidated,
like a child caught in his angry father's path. He swallowed hard, trying
to gather the courage to face his rapist face to face.

"My name if officer Malik Jones!" he said, adding extra base to his
voice. "I was working undercover to help stop the influx of drug
parafanalia from passing through the city! You RAPED me while I was in
the process of that case, and incidentally helped cause the death of an
innocent 15 year old boy! How do you sleep at night?"

"Usually on top of the other asshole in my cell!" smiled Marvin,
unaffected by Malik's statement. "Tell me officer Malik..., does yur
pussy still scream my name like it did back at that drug house?" Malik
was speechless. "Cuz my dick still gets hard every time I think of
stickin it up yur cop ass!" teased Marvin, mercilessly. "Have you been
gettin that pussy fed? Or have you been savin it all for me?" he asked in
a seductive voice. "Did you bring it here today, for me to fuck?"

"You're crazy!" said Malik, finding the words to talk.

"I am?" asked Marvin, his eyes scanning down Malik's body. "Then why's
yur dick hard then nigga? Why's it tryin to poke out of yur pants?" Malik
looked down, and to his absolute horror, found that his cock was indeed
tenting out the front of his slacks. There was no hiding his excitement.
No matter how tough he tried to act, it was obvious what he had come
there for. "You want another taste of my dick?" asked the drug dealer,
reaching up to unzip his orange colored jumpsuit. Malik broke out in a
sweat. "Why don't you come on around here...? I won't tell nobody that
you brought me here to seduce me." smiled Marvin, his arm moving back and
forth as if he were jacking off.
 Malik looked back at the door. A small observation window stood about
head high, so that an officer could look in and see if everything was
okay or if a visitor needed help of some sort. Malik walked over to the
door, and knocked. The guard looked in, seeing Marvin still seated at the
table, and opened the locked door.

"Could you do me a favor and go get yourself a cup of coffee or
something? asked Malik, receiving a strange look from the guard. He
looked back into the room at the prisoner, then at the detective. He
figured Marvin wasn't being cooperative, and that Malik was probably
going to use some rough tactics to get some information out of him.
Tactics he didn't want the guard to be a witness to in a court of law.
The guard nodded his head, agreeing to do as requested. "And officer..."
called Malik. "...take your time."

 Marvin continued to sit at the desk as Malik closed the door and stood
with his back against the wall. Marvin motioned for Malik to come over,
but Malik was too paralyzed to move. A wet spot dotted the front of his
pants, where his trapped cock head throbbed. Marvin got up from his seat,
his cuffed hands still in front of him as his huge hard tree trunk thick
like cock came into view outside the zipper of the orange jumpsuit. Malik
fought the urge to run as he pressed his back against the wall, his eyes
locked onto the huge cock which came closer and closer. "So you want to
do it over here, eh?" asked Marvin, his dick swaying back and forth in
front of him. "Scared somebody might look through the window and see us
on the table? I got it chief, I understand."
 Soon, Marvin was standing directly in front of him. The big 5 foot 11,
250 lbs thick man of muscle placed his cuffed hands on the wall over
Malik's head, and smiled down at him. Malik felt small compared to him at
5 foot 9, and 145 lbs, he sank to his knees in front of the prisoner,
looking him cock head to face. Without saying a word, he leaned forward
and started licking the bloated head. Marvin moaned as Malik swabbed it
with his mouth and tongue, then took it between his lips and began to
suck.

 Malik felt as if the situation was surreal. He felt as if  he were
watching a movie, an outsider looking in on himself and a convict. He
felt helpless, despite the convict being handcuffed in the middle of
Police Headquarters. He knew what he was doing was stupid, that if he got
caught, it would mean the end of his job as a police officer. He knew
Captain McConnell would be furious, that he would be shamed and the
laughing stalk of every officer in the city.
 But something compelled him to do this. To jeopardize his career and his
self respect. To jeopardize his comfortable relationship with the
Captain, a Captain that has been nothing but good to him. Malik pushed
McConnell out of his mind, feeling guilty about cheating on the man he
was now living with on a day to day basis. He concentrated on the task at
hand, sucking the big fat beer can thick cock that he could barely
stretch his mouth around.

 Marvin Rollins was a man used to botched "head jobs". Gifted (and
sometimes cursed) with a big fat 10" ass splitting dick, he was quite
used to people being unable to swallow his near elephant cock. All
through his sex life experience, he's had to contend with teeth mark and
teeth mark, nicks, cut, and scratches. Which is why he preferred fucking
to oral sex. But alas, most sensibly minded people didn't want to be
gorged on his thick long pole for long, thus is why he usually has to
force his victims into taking it. Once in a while he comes across a male
or female like Malik, scared but willing. He knew what Malik wanted the
minute he saw him in the court room, standing in the back thinking he was
out of sight. Marvin knew Malik was obsessed with his dick the second
time he showed up at the drug house, knowing he was going to get fucked
again. He protested and fought to save face, but his hard dick and
throaty moans betrayed his protest. And his untouched climaxes showed his
true desire to be fucked and dominated.

 Marvin watched Malik struggle to get his cock into his mouth. Unable to
handle more than one quarter, Marvin knew their time was limited and that
he had to take matters into his own hands. "Stand up" he ordered the
officer. When Malik stood, Marvin turned him to face the wall. Then he
got down behind the detective and ripped his pants and underwear down
around his ankles in one strong swoop, exposing his round brown ass
cheeks.

"Sweet..." smiled Marvin, licking his lips as he pressed his face in
between. Malik gasped as Marvin wedged his face up in his ass, and
started licking his hole. Marvin grabbed one of the cheeks with his huge
hands, trying to pull them apart, but was handicapped by the handcuffs.
He swabbed the hole as best he could with as much spit as he could
generate before standing up behind Malik, and pushing his huge hard dick
head up to the hole.
 Malik held his breath as his anus was pressed upon. He bit his lower lip
as the head penetrated him, burying into his buttock. His sphincter
muscles tightened, trying to block access, but Marvin wasn't having it.
He pushed Malik roughly flat against the wall, then shoved his hips
forward. Malik grit his teeth, trying not to yell aloud. His hole
stretched as the fat cock burrowed into his buttock. He squeezed his eyes
shut, trying to endure the pain as more and more dick passed through him.
Marvin pulled his forearm into a head lock around Malik's neck, trapping
him in place as he forced the last few inches of his thick pole up into
his ass. Malik was in severe pain, but his cock was brick hard and
leaking serious pre-cum.

"This's what you want, ain't it cop man?" asked Marvin, grounding his
pelvis against Malik's exposed ass. Malik groaned as the huge cock
churned around in his bowels, feeling like a telephone pole instead of a
human dick. "This's what you came here for..., to  sit on the end of my
dick! Rite? You wanted me to fuck you one more time before my sentence,
didn't you?" he asked, pulling back, -dragging Malik's inner lining out
around the girth of his cock. "Punk ass police man! Coming all the way
down here to get fucked up yur faggot ass!" he added, ramming his hips
forth. Malik's body tensed as the dick punched its way through his bowels
like a battering ram, leaving nothing but wreckage in its wake. He
grunted, gritting his teeth so hard that he feared making them shatter.

"Take this dick, bitch!" whispered Marvin, holding Malik in a death grip
as he hammered and humped at his petite little compact buttock. His thick
cock sliced through the anus, parting the butt cheeks in half as it
fucked deep and hard into his guts. "Take this shit, mother-fucker! You
know you want it! I knew it from the first moment I saw yur lil' faggot
ass staring at me in that basement! The way yur eyes roamed all over my
body like you were sizing me up! I knew back then that you wanted this
big dick up yur ass! You punk ass pussie-boi!" he insulted, making
Malik's cock drip even more. "It's a damn shame they let pussies like you
on the force..., how you supposed to take me down if you can't stay off
the end of my dick?" laughed Marvin sadistically, tearing down Malik's
self esteem with every insult. "Wish I could take this ass to prison with
me..., I'd love to whore you out to all the other inmates, make you take
every big black dick nigga on my block, and pocket all the money from it!
Would you like that bitch? You want to be my personal whore?"

 Malik didn't speak, indeed he was too ashamed and weak to make comments
as his ass was being so royally raped. He pressed both hands up against
the wall for support, to keep from being knocked unconscious after every
thrust which sent him head first into the wall. Marvin still held him in
a lock, fucking hard into his ass as he increased the pace. He knew the
guard wouldn't be gone for long, 5 to 10 minutes tops! He had to act
fast, and bust his nutt quick, or not at all.
 Marvin had to admit, that detective Malik's asshole felt pretty damn
good wrapped around his dick. He would love to have a cell-mate whose ass
felt this good and warm, but the pussy he was currently working over was
another virgin hole, which bleed like a cut womb whenever he fucked it.
Malik's hole had obviously been busted well. Not only was he taking
Marvin's cock better than he did back at the drug house, he was doing it
with less struggle and less moaning, which meant someone was tapping that
ass on the regular.

 Malik felt his balls tighten, amidst the viscous fucking he was
enduring. He gasped and panted for breath as the cum exploded out of the
head of his cock, splattering against the wall of the room without even
touching himself. Marvin felt the detective's orgasm, which triggered his
own, he fucked into the spasming anus with deep hard strokes, until he
felt himself hosing the insides with a humongous load. He shoved his dick
all the way up inside, causing Malik to stand on his tip-toes. Then he
emptied his ball contents into the detective's ass, his thick cock
pulsing and jerking like a boiled sausage ready to bust. After he was
done cumming, he released his grip, and pulled his spent cock from the
cop's ass. Malik felt relief once the cock exited his stuffed hole.
Marvin stumbled backwards across the room and into the table and chairs,
exhausted by the heavy orgasm.

"WHEW!" he sighed, smiling ear to ear. "Guess I really needed that shit!
Been a while since I had some pussie THAT good!" he said, causing Malik
to blush as he bent over to pull up his pants. "In fact..., I ain't had
no ass that tight, since I fucked yur lil' friend that night he shot
himself in the head after I fucked him! Remember that?" (in chap-12).
 Malik felt a wave of anger flush over him, as Marvin sat leaning against
the edge of the table, smiling at him with a cocky grin and his limp but
fat cock hanging out of his jumpsuit.

"Louis was a good kid..., he was only 15 when you sodomized him!" snapped
Malik.

"You mean yur 15 year old boyfriend?" asked Marvin, causing a chill to
run through Malik. "Yeh, I know you were fuckin him..., or should I say,
-he was fuckin you, since you ARE the bitch!" corrected Marvin, enjoying
the silence that washed over Malik. "But it's all good officer detective!
I can keep a secret..., provided you do me a favor." Malik knew he was in
trouble.

"What favor?" he asked, fastening his pants.

"Well, I wasn't lying about wantin to fuck that cute lil' ass of yurs
some more. So I propose that you bring it to me in jail after I'm
sentenced..., say once a week, until my sentence is carried out?"
suggested Marvin.

"You're crazy! That could be years!" said Malik, flabbergasted.

"Yup. But just think of all the fun we'll have fucking!" smiled Marvin.
"We got a deal, detective Malik?"

"Do I have a choice?" asked the officer.

"You certainly do..., but I think you picked the right one." said Marvin,
just as the guard came back from his break.

"You done in here?" he asked Malik, holding the door open.

"uh..., yes. Yes, I'm done." said Malik, exiting the room. The guard
motioned for Marvin to follow him, then noticed the prisoner's dick
hanging out of his jumpsuit.

"It needed some air." smirked Marvin, tucking it back in as he walked by
the officer. The guard shook his head, then happened to look over at the
wall before turning off the lights, and saw some sort of wet liquid
running down the wall.


Later that night...
PATROL
 Officers Jake Valentine and Maleece Cortez were driving down Aramingo
and Ridge Street, casually taking inventory of the neighborhood, -and
trying to relate as little as possible. Cortez seemed to be in denial of
his actions from the other night when he was drunk, and sexually
assaulted Jake in his home. Jake sat in the passenger's seat, wondering
if last night had been a dream of some sort. He dismissed that notion
when he recalled the tender numbness of his hole that morning, a sure
sign of a good fucking. He didn't understand why officer Cortez was being
so distant, especially after what they did last night. Sure he must have
had some attraction for Jake, otherwise how could his cock have stayed
hard during the entire sex act?

 Jake's thoughts were interrupted when Cortez suddenly slammed on the
breaks, and shinned a spot light into the an empty lot, only to spot 4
males huddled in what looked like a drug transaction. "HOLD IT RIGHT
THERE!" yelled Cortez, jumping out of the cruiser.

"Maleece..., wait!" yelled Jake, wanting to call the chase into the
Precinct. But Cortez was already disappearing down the alley, Jake didn't
want to lose sight of his partner incase he needed back-up, so he ran
after him.
 He ran on foot, chasing after his partner into the darkness. He stopped
at the foot of the alley, hearing voices in 2 different directions. He
followed the ones closest to him, jumping a fence and running through
someone's back yard. He saw a figure darting through some brush, and he
ran fast to catch up to it. He huddled a few more fences, and ran through
about 6 back yards before he was suddenly ambushed and attacked by
several guys at once. Someone tripped him, causing him to land flat on
his face while others started roughing him up, hitting him but not trying
to hard to hurt him badly. He reached for his gun, but was denied access
as he was quickly subdued and dragged into a nearby building.

"I'm a police officer!" yelled Jake, as a bag was thrown over his head
and his hands were cuffed behind his back with his own cuffs. He was
roughly thrown onto a table top, and his clothes roughly removed. Jake
kicked and screamed for help, receiving a few more bruises for resisting.

"Shut the fuck up!" yelled one of the voices, as his utility belt was
undone and thrown to the ground. Next to come off were his uniform pants
and his underwear, exposing Jake's cock, balls, and hairless bottom as
they bunched down around his ankles.

"I'm a cop! You..., you can't do this...!" yelled Jake, physically afraid
as they roughly flipped him over on his stomach. Jake was pulled down to
the edge of the table, his legs kicked apart as hands grabbed at his ass
and pulled the big fat pale white cheeks apart.

"Damn, look at that hole!" said one of the voices, admiring Jake's
asshole.

"It's hairless..., does he fucking shave it?" asked another voice.

"Probably does..." said a 4th voice. "...fucking faggot! Who wants to pop
this cherry first? How bout you, -C?"

"No! Stop! I'm..., I'm an officer for christ's sakes! You can't do this!
This is rape!" shouted Jake, hoping to alarm them. Instead, he felt
something slick being poured onto his hold, and 3 fingers being roughly
shoved inside.

"He's all wet, go ahead -C!" said a voice.

"NO!" yelled Jake, feeling someone ("C") move up behind him. He felt the
man wedge himself between his legs, then ram his hard cock into his
greased asshole. "AAARRHHH!!" screamed Jake, feeling his anal walls rip
open as the cock buried deep.

"Yeah..., fuck that asshole!" said someone, as C started to do just that.
 Jake grunted from each plunge the man made into his ass, holding his
hips as he slapped his pelvis into Jake's bare buttock. The cock
stretched Jake's anal ring as it moved back and forth, aided by the slick
lube which helped it glide along almost effortlessly.

"How's it feel? Is it good?" asked someone, talking to the man called
"C". C didn't answer, he was a quiet fucker whom seemed to let his dick
do the talking. Soon he had Jake's ass cheeks jiggling with each plunge
as slapping sounds filled the room. Jake could feel the cock moving deep
in his gut, then felt it throb and pulse, and knew the man was filling
his gut with cum. C groaned when his orgasm hit. After a few seconds, he
pulled out, making room for the next fucker.

"Yeah man, let me at that ass!" said man #2. He stood directly behind
Jake where C had just been, and rammed his hard cock straight up into
Jake's now cummy hole. "aahhh yeeeahhhh...! Fucker's nice and tight! Wet
too!" added #2, wasting no time in the saddle.
 Jake grunted and groaned as #2 fucked him hard and steady, gripping his
waist tightly while hammering hard into the white ass before him. Jake
could see nothing, the room was completely black to him with the hood
over his face. He couldn't see nor describe his attackers as they fucked
him, seemingly without fear or care of police back-up or getting caught.
They took their time fucking him, each enjoying the hot tightness of his
body as his hole bought them to a climax.

"aaahhhh, yeeaaahhhh..!!" shouted #2, losing his load up Jake's ass after
about 8 minutes of fucking.
 He pulled out, slapping Jake's rump hard as he made room for the next
guy. #3 got into position, the rammed his dick through the fucked anal
ring. Jake grunted as the dick pushed into him, coating itself in the cum
of the first 2 fuckers. Jake no longer protested, as he simply gave in,
hoping he would leave this experience alive, and not bleeding on the
floor with his throat cut or a bullet lodged in his brain.

 Fucker #3 reached down under Jake, searching for his cock. "Yo..., this
fucker's HARD as shit, man! He likes getting fucked up the ass!" he
announced, wrapping his hand around the 7 inch hard phallas as he pumped
away at Jake's hole.

"No secret there..., he hasn't moved a muscle to defend himself since we
started fucking him!" said #2, watching from a distance. "Asshole don't
deserve to be a cop! Look at him..., he's a fucking WHORE!"
 Jake felt completely ashamed by his erection. The fuckers had been
right, his reaction was very unbecoming of an officer. Having already
been raped by officers Gardner and Cooper (on separate occasions), he
knew the best defense was to simply let the attackers have what they
wanted. But no self respecting police officer would never allow himself
to be taken in such a manner by ordinary street trash. Jake figured these
guys to be drug dealers, or worse yet, -crack addicts, raping him and
forcing him to take their loads. But with his hands securely locked
behind his back, and a hood over his head to protect their identities,
there was little to nothing he could do aside from making matters worse.
He just hoped his partner didn't accidentally happen upon him in this
state, -handcuffed and raped with a hardon! How would he ever live that
indignity down?

 Rapist #3 lasted the longest thus far, surpassing the 10 minute mark
before he unloaded his sperm into Jake's valley. Jake felt the fat cock
pulsing inside him as the fucker continued to milk Jake's hardon. Jake
had just managed to keep from cumming when the man removed his hand and
his dick, to allow someone else a turn. Fucker #4 took his place, shoving
his dick in deep as he continued the hand action on Jake's throbbing
boner. "Let's see which one of us can make this pussy cum!" he
challenged, fisting Jake's cock harder as he fucked.

 Jake moaned in despair, there was no use denying that he found being
sexually ravaged by a group of strangers exciting. Knowing there was no
escape, he decided to make it more interesting by arching his back to
give the rapist a deeper target to fuck. #4 noticed Jake's willingness,
and took full advantage of his involvement by fucking him ever deeper.
Jake grunted, feeling his body betray him as it started to really react
to the punishment it was receiving.

"Fuck that bitch" said #2, encouraging the rape. "Show that asshole who's
the boss, man! Fuck him harder!" he ordered. #4 picked up the pace,
abandoning Jake's cock as he gripped his hips with both hands to really
try and pulverize the asshole. Jake spread his legs wider, giving the man
direct entry. The fuck lasted only 4 more minutes before #4 came a geyser
of hot cum up Jake's flooded ass.

"MY turn!" said #5, placing his fat cock head up to Jake's dripping hole.
He speared the young 20 year old officer on his dick, then fucked him
like a runaway train, lifting Jake's feet up off the floor as he power
drove himself straight through his beaten bottom like a service tunnel.
 Jake withered and groaned on the new cock, taken by storm as the man
took full control over him and fucked him like a rag doll. He grabbed the
back of the hood, twisting the opening around Jake's neck as he pulled
his chest up off the table while he continued to fuck him hard. Jake's
breathing was interrupted as the opening of the bag closed around his
neck, leaving only the oxygen inside for him to breath. Panicking, Jake
started to struggle as the man held him tightly. He fucked into the soft
spasming hole, bringing his chest to Jake's back as he whispered in his
ear. "Pussies like you deserve to be fucked like bitches!" he growled,
pumping fast as his dick piston in and out. "You don't deserve to walk
around in a uniform, acting like you the shit because you made the force!
This is where you belong, in the gutter, getting your back broke out by
any swinging dick that comes your way! You ain't nothing but a dirty
fag..., and we're gonna enjoy fucking the shit out of you from now on!"
said the man, triggering Jake's orgasm as he suddenly started shooting
cum from his cock like streamers. "Yeah bitch, make you cum!" he said,
before slamming Jake back down on the table and fucking him harder.
 Jake gasped for air as the oxygen ran out in his bag, he was starting to
feel light head when man #5 suddenly rammed his cock forth, and came!
"AARRRHHH YEEEAAHHH!" he shouted, firing wave upon hot wave of cum into
Jake's burning hole.

 Jake felt the cock leave his anus after several minutes, but continued
to lay there incase the men weren't done. Air rushed back into the bag
after the man released him. Jake was able to breath again, as he lay flat
against the table in a pool of his own sperm. He waited for their next
move, but nothing happened. He listened, holding his labored breath to
see if they were even still in the room. After declaring them gone, he
stood up and shook the bag from his head. It slipped off and fell to the
ground as Jake looked around at his surrounding.
 He appeared to be in a basement of some sort. A lone low hanging light
bulb shown over head, casting the room in dim light. He could see that
the place was derelict, probably someone's old abandon house in the
middle of the block. He had been leaning against an old dirty table left
behind by the owners, a broken washing machine and a few old boxes
completed the furnishings. Jake noticed the keys to his hand cuffs laying
on the table beside his cum puddle. Jake turned his back to the table,
and reached for the keys backwards. Then he unlocked his cuffs, and
redressed himself before leaving the building by the back door.

 He drew his weapon, just incase they had anymore surprises. He walked
cautiously through each yard, going back the way he came. He could feel
the remnants of his attackers cum dribbling form his ravaged and abused
hole as he slowly hurdled each fence. He decided to head back to the
squad car, incase his partner had returned looking for him. When he made
his way back to the street, he was about 3 police cruisers, all flashing
their red and blue lights. He sheathed his weapon, then made it back
across the street through traffic to his car.

"Where you been? We been looking for you!" asked officer Cortez, talking
with the other officers from their Precinct, -officers; Peterson, Duncan,
Lewis, and Reynolds. They were all looking at Jake with contempt, as if
he were the classified "fuck up" in their unit. Jake couldn't take their
condescending stares, especially after he'd just been raped, -again.

"I was looking for YOU!" answered Jake. "I followed you through the
alley, but I couldn't find you. Did you catch the perps?"

"I lost them." answered Cortez, walking back to his cruiser. "We'll see
you guys back at the Precinct." he said to the others, as the other
officers paired off into their own units. Jake got into the passenger's
seat, his underwear already sticking to his ass.

"You okay?" asked Cortez, concerned by the pained expression on Jake's
face.

"I'm alright..., just..., fell while I was running after you." he lied,
as Cortez drove on down the street.

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