Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:25:55 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-29

Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-29
UNFINISHED BUSINESS

RIVER-VIEW APTS
Police cars and flashing red and blue  lights outside the pricey Riverview Apt
s are uncommon on the banks of the  Schullykill river in the East Falls
section of the city. But alot has happened  in that area in the past few days.
First the media was camped outside their  doorstep interviewing anyone that may
have had the slightest chance encounter  with former police captain David
McConnell, and now there are police vehicles  cornering off the entire Drive.
Neighbors line the banks to get a  glimpse at the trouble as police usher out
a lone caucasian teenager in  handcuffs. No one knows who the boy is, at
least not until later on that night  after it was announced on the evening news
networks that McConnell had single  handedly captured the city's "cop killer"
in
his apartment. Neighbors were  shocked, and McConnell was able to keep the
fact that they were sexually engaged  at the time of the capture from going
public.

TEMPEST'S LAIR
A suit case was sat atop a display  table in the basement shack (turned
ghetto pad) of the infamous drug lord  Tempest Williams. Tempest was a 25 year
old
self made man from the mean streets  of north philly. His whole life had been
a struggle, a struggle to eat, a  struggle to survive, and a struggle to get
ahead. Not much has changed in that  struggle, except now he has the power to
make others struggle for a  change.
Tempest examines the contents of the suitcase. "There's tons  more where this
came from" -he is told by the deal makers standing before him.  "There's a
boat docked down on the piers that holds the rest of the stash."  Tempest cuts
one of the many bags open with a small peering knife, then tastes  it with the
tip of the blade.

"It's tainted!" he said immediately, tasting the  impurity.

"It was damaged while in pursuit from police during a Columbia  run."
answered the main guy (Steve, a 6 foot tall blonde white male with black  roots
and
facial stubble). Tempest looked him and his 3 friends over with a dead  eye,
sizing them up quickly.

"And how'd you 4 clowns get your hands on it?" he asked,  curiously.

"Clowns?" repeated one of the other men, insulted. Steve stuck his  hand to
keep his man in check. He didn't want to incite a fight. Tempest's  ruthless
reputation in Philadelphia was well earned and  notorious.

"Max's uncle works in the port garage that held impounded boats. So  it was
easy for us to just roll in and swipe it." answered Steve, satisfying
Tempest's curiosity. "We know it's tainted..., that's why its a steal at the
price
we're offering. You can't get this kind of quantity for this price. So...,  we
got a deal?"
Tempest looked at the stash of tainted coke on his  table, then at his
partner Pooh, then back at the 4 white men standing before  him. Even with
tainted
coke, he stood to make millions off the transaction. He  knew people would get
sick, some may even die..., but every druggie knows the  dangers, no one's
ever claimed street drugs were good for them.

"We gotta deal..." he started, bringing a smile to the men's faces.
"...under ONE condition!" he added. The men faces suddenly dropped their
smiles.

"What condition?" asked Steve, practically holding his  breath.

"Since your homboi here don't like faggots..., I'll buy ALL your  shit, -IF
he gets down on his knees and sucks my big black dick!  Deal?"

"Fuck NO!" yelled Max, sweating at the offer.

"Come on, mr Williams..., can't we talk about this?" asked Steve,  not
wanting to see the money disappear so easily. "I mean..., can't work  something
out?
Discuss it like men?"

"We ARE discussing it. You don't want to? Fine! Deal's off! You're  free to
go!" said Tempest, dismissing the men with a hand wave. "Right AFTER he
finishes sucking my dick!"

"What?" asked Steve, confused.

"Either way, you're boy's NOT leaving here until he sucks my dick!  So either
he suck me off and we make the deal, or we don't make the deal and he  sucks
me off anyway. That's the only 2 options you got. Decide quickly!"  informed
Tempest. The 4 white men looked around at each other in shock and  dismay. "Oh
yeah, there IS one other option..." said Tempest, almost as an after  thought.
"...I could kill all you white faggot mother-fuckers and TAKE your shit  with
NO payment. So make your decision quick, before I renege my offer." said
Tempest, adding pressure.
Steve walked over to Max, trying to set up a  negotiation. Max could be heard
refusing, but Steve reminded Max where they  were, and that they were the
underdogs amidst a sea of angry black faces with  precious little option.
Reluctantly Max stepped forth. Tempest smirked as he  parted his leopard skin
robe to
reveal his hardening cock. Max's eyes widened at  the sheer size of it up
close. It looked like a giant snake uncoiling, the fat  copper head still
facing
the floor as the shaft filled with blood and thickened.  No words were spoken
when his eyes met Tempest's. He knew his fate as he slowly  sank to his knees
before the proud black man. Everyone's eyes were upon him as  he reached up to
grasp Tempest's fat dick, then aim it up to his lips. He  swallowed hard to
gain courage, then leaned forward as he slipped the head into  his mouth.

"YEAH! That's what I'm talkin bout, you white pussy! Suck this  black man's
dick like your honkie ass should!" growled Tempest, as the white man  bowed
before his power and sucked dick in front of everyone.
Steve, Tom  and Pete all watched with wide eyes as Max slowly bobbed his head
back and  forth. It was obvious that he was inexperienced when it came to
cock sucking,  but Tempest wasn't making the man suck his dick to achieve
orgasm
(he had a room  full of bitches for that), -he just wanted the defiant man to
recognize who he  was dealing with and submit to Tempest's superior authority.
Tempest was no punk  in anyone's eyes. Poverty and a slight mental illness
had made him crazy/insane.  And insanity would always triumphant over logic and
reason any day of the  week.

 Max's 3 buddies watched silently as Max sucked dick for the  first time. His
thin white lips moved timidly along the thick black shaft,  almost afraid to
enjoy it as the fat cock filled his mouth to capacity and  beyond. It was
almost like stuffing his mouth full of un-chewed food, and then  shoving in
more.
Tempest could tell that the straight man was having problems  accommodating
his size, and obviously very embarrassed by having to suck his  strong black
cock in front of everyone, -and that knowledge made the experience  all the
more
pleasant for Tempest. He loved bringing men down off of their  pedestals and
making them kneel before him like a lord. He felt like the king of  the world,
as he watched the man at the top of the power chain knelt before him  like a
slave. The sense of total power and command caused Tempest's dick to grow  rock
hard despite the inexperienced mouth which clumsily sucked at his dick like
it was laced with poison. Tempest grabbed the man about the head and started
to  seriously fuck into his mouth. Max choked and gagged as his teeth grazed
across  Tempest's dick over and over. But the scraping didn't stop Tempest, in
fact he  was quite used to novice cock suckers choking on his python upon their
first  experience. Fortunately, he was a man that got off on power instead of
passion,  so in no time his big black bull dick was throbbing like a sore as
the straight  white man whored his hungry mouth along the spit wet shaft.
Steve, Tom, and Pete  watched bug eyed as Max sucked upon Tempest's meat
vigorously. Tempest held his  head tightly as he fucked his face. Spit dripped
from
Max's stubble chin as  Tempest's dick jammed into his mouth and gagging throat.
When Tempest got ready  to cum, he pulled out of Max's slack mouth, and shot
his hot load all over the  man's upturned face.
Max looked shocked as cum streaks splattered his  rugged looks. Huge white
gobs dripped from his face as Tempest held him by his  hair, his finger pulling
at the roots while he slapped his hardon against his  mug.

"Be a long time before you refer to another of us as "faggots"  again, won't
it bitch?" asked Tempest, rubbing his spurting cock head against  Max's parted
lips, feeding him his precious cum. Max shook his head in agreement  as
Tempest tucked his leaky cock back between his legs as he closed his robe
modestly. Max remained on his knees, thoroughly beaten into submission, -the
taste of
cum in his mouth. Tempest snapped his fingers, and Peaches walked up  behind
him with a briefcase full of money (given to Tempest from officer corrupt
officer Gardner back in chap-14). Tempest took it from her, then placed it on
top of the drug case on the table and popped open the latches. Inside was money
Gardner and his fellow corrupt officers stole and/or collected from drug
dealers  of Tempest over the past several months. 100,000.00 dollars to be
exact.
"Your  payment, gentlemen..." said Tempest, watching their mouths salivate.
"...when we  see the boat!"

"We could take you there, now!" said Pete, never taking his eyes  off of the
loot.

"Not so fast..." said Steve, his dick still hard from watching  Tempest fuck
his face fuck his friend. "...I thought we were promised blow jobs  before we
left?" he reminded, looking back at all the boy-girls laying about  Temp's
gigantic bed.

"You're right!" laughed Tempest (recalling the promise he mad last  chapter).
"I DID promise you all blow jobs if we agreed on a deal..., but I  never
promised it would be from any of MY girls!" said Tempest, causing a few
upraised
eyebrows. "I believe I just trained one of your boiz on how to give  head...!"
he added, looking down at Max whom still knelt on his knees  submissively.
"...but he could use all the practice he can get! Ain't that  right, bitch?"
Max said nothing as he quietly hung his head in shame.  "I suggest yall take
this pussy and make good use of him!" proposed Tempest, as  he turned to get
dressed. Peaches walked up and slammed the money case closed,  then took it
with her as she followed Tempest into his wardrobe room. Steve,  Tom, and Pete
circled their kneeling friend. Max was too ashamed to look up at  their faces
as
his lowered his head to the floor, cum still dripping from his  face like
white rain drops. He noticed his friends rubbing the hard lumps in  their
crotches as they surrounded him in a circle. He knew he was in trouble  when
Steve
unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardon. Without protest, Max  allowed
Steve to grab his head and guide his mouth to his dick, sinking the hard  white
shaft into his slack mouth. Steve was much smaller than Tempest in size  (about
7 inches), so Max was able to cover more ground with him, giving him a  much
more thorough sucking as his other 2 friends stood by closely, awaiting  their
turns.


MALECEE'S PLACE
"Move in together??" asked Jake in shock, as  he lay looking up into his
partner's eye. Malecee was somewhat surprised himself  when the words came out
of
his own mouth, -but he was even more surprised that  Jake wasn't exactly
jumping at the offer. He rolled over onto the side of the  bed, studying the
panicked look on Jake's face.

"Yeah..., I mean, you're over here all the time already! So why  not? Is it a
bad idea?" asked Malecee, in defense.

"No! No..., its just...., sudden!" explained Jake, as he got up out  of Mal's
bed.

"Well, I'm just saying..., if you think its a bad idea, then forget  it!"
said Malecee, getting offensive.

"I didn't say that!" said Jake, truly at a loss for  words.

"So what'r you saying?" asked Malecee, trying to sound casual (but  failing
miserably).

"I'm saying..., -we never discussed it."

"We're discussing it now."

"No. You asked me why don't I move in? That's not discussing it,  that's
asking for an answer to a question that was never posed!"

"Okay, okay! So let's DISCUSS it then!" sighed Malecee. "Would you  like to
move in together?" he asked, finally making the question an official  one.

"I don't know..." said Jake, seriously thinking about it. "I mean,  we don't
really know each other all THAT well if you get right down to  it."

"How can you say that, after all the times we've fucked?" defended  Mal.

"That's ALL we do is fuck!" reasoned Jake. "We don't talk! We don't  go
places! We don't know each other's friends or family! We don't interact
outside of
the squad-car and the bedroom at all! We don't even seem to have a  lot in
common! If it weren't for work, what would we have to talk about?" asked  Jake.
Malecee looked disturbed by the question, feeling as if Jake were just
pulling stings to keep from committing.

"Does anybody really know anybody?" countered Mal. "I mean, we're  always
doing some crazy shit to surprise one another..., hell, half the time we  shock
ourselves by doing and saying things we never thought we would! Fuck, look  at
me! I never would've thought I'd be butt fucking another guy on a regular
bases..., let alone offering to LIVE with him!"

"Why me? Why now?" asked Jake, causing Malecee's eyes to  narrow.

"You have to ask?" asked Malecee, offended.

"I..., well...., yeah!" admitted Jake. Malecee shook his head as he  reached
for the tv remote. He wasn't a man who expressed himself too well  through
words. He hated sounding "soft" or "flowery" when exposing his emotions.  It
was
the main reason for his divorce. Well, that AND his wife cheated on  him!
Jake watched as Mal switched on the television, leaving him  hanging for
further discussion. "So that's it?" asked Jake, standing next to the  bed as he
watched Mal.

"You wanted to talk..., we talked." explained Malecee, flipping  stations.
Jake sighed, sensing Mal retreating into his moncho shell. Jake  reached for
his
pants, pulling out his cell phone to check his messages. He  dialed his voice
mail, then punched in his code. He had 2 messages; one from his  ex-fiance
(Kelley Bradley -last seen in chap-11), claiming that she "missed"  Jake, and
"forgave" him for his obvious confusion for fucking a female  impersonating
prostitute while high on drugs while they were still dating. She  also hinted
that
she may be open to rekindling fires IF he called her and begged  her
forgiveness! Jake chuckled at the message, -if only she knew how far removed
from her
he was at this point. Nothing in Jake's life was the way it used to be  back
when they were dating. His life was different now. Very different. In fact,
Jake wasn't sure he was ever really into the women as much as he liked to think
 he was.
While Jake was in the mist of deleting the first message, he  yelled at
Malecee to hold the station when he saw a picture flash of captain  McConnell
on
the news.  Malecee held the station, then turned up the sound  as reporters
told
of the harrowing ordeal former police captain David L.  McConnell went though
while subduing a cop killer "single handedly" in his own  home. When asked to
make comments on the arrest AND previous firing for being  accused of running
a shotty Precinct, both Mayor Edwards and acting captain  -Miller, declined
comments, leaving the reporters to wonder aloud if they had  made a mistake by
firing him so eagerly. But before either Malecee or Jake could  respond,
Jake's second message popped on. It was from Peaches. Jake listened  intensely
as
she whispered her urgency into his voicemail. She was obviously in  some sort
of trouble, and under the clutches of Tempest Williams. She was  whispering
because she was hiding in a closet. She spoke softly and quickly,  telling Jake
how sorry she was that their love affair was so short lived. She  spoke of
Tempest being insane, and about to embark on an insane venture to buy  and sell
tainted drugs on the streets which would possibly cause even more  deaths than
the drug Sextacy did. Malecee looked concerned as Jake suddenly  started
throwing on his clothes as he grabbed for his jacket and gun.

"Hey! What's wrong?" asked Malecee, watching Jake rush to get  dressed.

"That was Peaches! She's in trouble!" answered Jake, running from  the
bedroom and down the stairs. Mal followed.

"What kind of trouble?" he asked, as Jake reached for the front  door.

"I don't know! She said something about Tempest Williams being down  at the
docks! Some kind of big drug deal going down! She sounded pretty scared!  I
HAVE to see if I can help her!"

"Alone?" asked Malecee, holding his hand up to the door to prevent  Jake from
opening it.

"What else am I supposed to do? She's a friend, she needs help!"  explained
Jake, quickly.

"We need to call the police! Let the proper authorities handle this  before
it gets out of control!" reasoned Mal, not wanting to see Jake hurt
unnecessarily.

"Peaches means a lot to me, Malecee! She saved my ass, -more than  once! I
OWE it to her to try to help her if I can! If the cops go blazing in  there,
they'll shoot first and ask questions later! Peaches wouldn't have a  chance
standing on the wrong side of the fence!" insisted Jake frantically as he
pulled
on the door.

"Okay, wait! I see your point! But you can't just run off  willy-nilly
either!" informed Malecee, throwing his weight against the door.  "Look...,
I'll go
with you! We can call for back-up once we get there and size  up the trouble,
-alright?" he asked, touching Jake gently about the face and  neck. Jake
thought for a minute as he calmed down, then nodded his head  rationally.
Malecee
leaned in and kissed Jake gently, then ran for his scattered  clothes as he
wondered who this Peaches woman was, and how she got so close to  Jake that he
would just jump up and risk his life like this for  her?

"I know who I can call!" said Jake, pulling out his cell phone  again. He
looked through his contacts list, then dialed McConnell's number.  David's
voicemail picked up. "Captain! I've found Peaches...!"


POLICE PRECINCT-23
Christopher Gardner was booked and  read his rights. Officers finger-printed
and photographed him for the record.  Chris said nothing as he was roughly
handled during process. He was the son of a  corrupt cop that brought a lot of
unwanted attention and skepticism to the  force. On top of that, he was a cop
killer. Reynolds was a well liked officer  around the Precinct, so there were
many officers that wanted nothing more than  to punish Christopher themselves
for hurting one of their own.
After  booking, Chris was taken down into the basement to lock-up. He was
docile during  the whole procedure, knowing prison was his fate. Upon transport
to lock-up,  Christ was diverted to a private room on the far side of the
Precinct. He was  roughly shoved inside by the officer whom escorted him.
Inside
the room awaited  6 other angry officers, former friends and co-workers of his
hateful father. But  his father's friendship not withstanding..., Christopher
knew instantly that his  current health was in grave danger.

 He tried to back out of the room, but was quickly grabbed and  forced to a
table where he was handcuffed and stripped naked. "This is for my  partner,
-Reynolds!" said officer Duncan, pulling out his night-stick.  Christopher
screamed as the long end of the black club was brutally shoved up  his bare
skin
ass.
"And this is for your father!" yelled another  officer, grabbing Chris hard
by his hair as he yanked his head over to the other  edge of the table and
roughly jammed his hardon into the boy's mouth.  Christopher was brutally
fucked
front and back as officers beat his body  profusely as punishment. Another club
as added, completely stretching the boy's  nearly ruined asshole was they
were both shoved dangerously deep into his colon.  Officers took turns
switching
positions to shove their dicks down the bound  boy's throat. When the clubs
were removed, stiff cocks and thick fingers  followed, widening his asshole
more
as they jammed into his guts from the  inside.

 He was wiped about the back and legs while fucked. Bruises  broke out about
his pale body in red, black, and dark purple whelps and lumps.  His ass was
fucked raw and ragged as his throat was stiffed full. Chris' eyes  bulged and
his face reddened as his breathing was constantly impaired. He  endured the
hard
beatings as officers fucked, pissed, and came all over and in  his holes
before dragging his naked and wounded body out to his cell where he  was locked
in
naked with other arrestees.
The men watched as officer  unlocked the cage, then dropped Chris' young
naked body to the floor like a sack  of potatoes, then locked him in and left
him
unattended and unprotected. It  didn't take long for one of the arrested men
(a drug addict named Isaac whom was  arrested for breaking and entering a
convenient store). He bend over Chris'  barely conscious body, checking to see
if
he was alive. He poked Christopher in  the shoulder, then announced his was
live.

"Looks dead to me!" said one of the other criminals, leaning  against the
bars.

"Why's he naked?" asked another man.

"Smells like he's been peed and cummed on!" said Isaac, smelling  his own
fingertips.

"Is he gay?" asked yet another man, showing sudden  interest.

"From the looks of all the cum surrounding his mouth and leaking  from his
asshole, I'd say yeah!" informed Isaac. "Who wants so ass?"

"Shit..., I've been locked up in this bitch for 2 days! I sure as  hell could
use some ass!" said one man, rubbing his dick bulge.

"Hell, throw his nasty ass up on the bench and lets get at the  fucker!"
In no time Christopher was tossed face up on the bench, his  legs pressed
against his smooth chest as his asshole was violated by big black,  white, and
hispanic dicks, -a quick preview of his new life behind bars in state  prison.


COLUMBUS BOULEVARD in South Philly
The Philadelphia  loading docks was a booming business once, companies of all
sizes used to use  its ports to strengthen their businesses. But corrupt
politicians and stiff  competition (particularly ports in Bmore MD), has
greatly
reduced this once  thriving business. Now there are parts of the Delaware River
that are so  scarcely guarded, that all kinds of shady deals and illegal
imports are smuggled  virtually un-noticed.
A long black limousine and 2 sleek black town  cars drove through the streets
en-route for the docks along pier-81. Inside the  limo rode Tempest and his
"main girls" (Peaches, Mercedes, Jasmine, and  Sapphire), along with Steve,
Max, and Pooh. Tempest lay back smiling at Max as  he knelt between Pooh's legs
sucking on his fat 10 and 1/2 inch elephant dick.  In an instant of meeting
Tempest Williams, Max's life had been turned upsidedown  as he's sucked more
cock
than he'd ever dreamed possible in one night. Starting  with Tempest, he was
then shamed into sucking all 3 of his associates (Steve,  Pete, and Tom), and
now he was being choked to death by the thickest fattest  cock he'd ever saw
this side of a farm animal.

 Pooh was a big guy with little tolerance for amateurs. He  allowed Max's
inexperienced mouth chop at his meat like a hack-saw for a while,  before
deciding he needed some serious penetration. Mercedes was selected to  drop her
draws
and sit on Pooh's elephant dick. Max watched bugged eyed as  Mercedes climbed
from her seat and positioned her sweetly shaven puerto-rican  ass-pussy over
Pooh's gigantic cock head, then forced herself down on it, taking  it all in
one mount.
Mercedes threw back her head as her pussy-hole was  stretched beyond wide.
She'd been on the receiving end of Pooh's dick many times  while briefly under
his care (in chap-21-22). Pooh wasn't as insatiable a fuck  as Tempest, but he
knew how to power fuck an ass until it was nothing but a  quivering, gaping
pit of leaking cum.

 Max was still on his knees between Pooh's spread legs when  Mercedes'
ass-lips touched Pooh's boated balls. She screamed and moaned like a  total
whore as
her tiny petite body trembled and quaked in convulsions. Pooh  didn't wait
for her anal-pussy to grow accustomed to his massive size, he  grabbed her by
her supple waist and started to maneuver her body up and down his  girth. Max
had full view of Mercedes' stretched tan poohnany wrapped around  Pooh's dark
chocolate colored cock. He saw Mercedes' own limp dick starting to  harden as
she grew used to the rough pounding at her back door. Max licked his  lips and
took her dick between his lips without being ordered. This move did not  go
un-noticed by Tempest and the others as Tempest quickly pointed out to Max's
friend -Steve.

"Your boi's a total bitch now." laughed Tempest as he stroked  Sapphire's and
Jasmine's legs as the sat on either side of him. Jasmine was  playing with
the stiff bulge in Tempest's pants, while Sapphire rubbed his  exposed chest
through his open silk shirt. "See how he's sucking my hoe? All he  needs now is
to have that virgin pussy busted, and he'll be ready to be put on  the streets
to make you some money!"
Steve watched as his once close  associate sucked and slobbered all over the
rican prostitute's dick-clit.  Mercedes was fucking herself hard on top of
Pooh's thick prod, feeling her  insides fucked rough and raw as her clit was
sucked by the white man between her  legs. Pooh reached up and pulled out her
tits, squeezing and caressing them  roughly as he humped up into her dank
passage.

"You've got to be careful who you surround yourself with..." said  Tempest,
watching Steve watch Max. "...some might say any guy who surrounds  himself
with a punk bitch like that, might be a little light in the loafers  himself.
Steve's eyes cut towards Tempest, quickly catching onto his  drift.

"I'm not like him!" defended Steve, vigorously. Tempest chuckled a
foreboding laugh.

"That's what they all say!" he said, as Jasmine unzipped his pants.  "So to
prove it..., I want you to take your boi's cherry!" he  challenged.

"What?" asked Steve, lost in the thick atmosphere of sex  surrounding him.
His mind was racing with questions, and he feared he didn't  hear the dangerous
drug dealer correctly.

"You already took his mouth, now take his ass. Make his  transformation
complete. Fuck him! Turn him into a total bitch!" insisted  Tempest as Jasmine
freed his hard dick and began to stroke it openly. Peaches  observed silent,
holding the briefcase full of money that Tempest was to pay to  the men with.
"Fuck
him..., or I'll fuck YOU!" he ordered.
Steve wasted  no time undoing his pants. He pulled his dick from his zipper,
then maneuvered  himself behind Max whom was still kneeling between Pooh's and
Mercedes' spread  legs. He reached for Max's waist, and yanked down his pants
to expose his hairy  bare ass. Max was so engrossed with sucking the girl,
that he paid little  attention to what was about to happen to him as Steve spit
into his hand and  massaged it into Max's hairy hole.

 Pooh grabbed Mercedes by the shoulders, than started forcing  her down hard
on the full length of his dick as he shoved up into her  repeatedly. Mercedes
grit her teeth as he pussy was pulverized in front of an  audience. Max sucked
her dick, hungry for her load as Steve positioned his cock  up to his
asshole. Max was jamming Mercedes' dick into the back of his mouth and  choking
on
the head which sat poised at the entrance of his throat, when Steve  shoved
forth. Max screamed around the mouthful of cock as his asshole was  attacked
from
behind. Steve's dick pierced the tight virgin anus which clammed  down hard on
the invading phallus like a security gate. Mercedes' cock slipped  down into
Max's open throat as his nose pressed into her pelvis as he opened his  mouth
to scream. Max's eyes bulged as his throat was penetrated at the same time
his ass was broken into for the very first time.
Steve pulled his cock  out of the gripping hole, applied more slick spit to
the shaft of his dick, then  rammed it in again. Max's face ground into
Mercedes' groin as his asshole was  forced open to receive its first cock. Pooh
fucked up into Mercedes' ass,  grunting and sweating heavily as he pounded into
her
naked gut. Mercedes never  felt more like a lady then when her pussy was
being mauled by a big man with a  horse dick. Her own penis throbbed in Max's
throat as she rode Pooh's 3rd leg  harder and faster. Max's asshole throbbed
sorely as Steve fucked it deeply with  his thrusting cock. Steve had never
fucked
an asshole before, and could not get  over how hot and tight it was up inside
his friend's shit chute. He promised  himself that he would be getting much MO
RE of Max's ass in the future as he held  him by the hips and fucked his ultra
tight gripping hole like a sonovabitch. Max  moaned and groaned as he
continued to suckle Mercedes pulsing dick-clit. Before  long, she started
blowing her
load into Max's mouth. Already addicted to sperm,  Max gulped down all he
could before it started to slowly spill and drip out of  the corners of his
mouth.

"Greedy mahfucker, ain't he?" laughed Tempest, as Jasmine bent  forward and
swallowed his thick 9 and 1/2 inch curved dick in one  swoop.
Steve humped into Max's ass while Pooh continued to fuck up into  Mercedes.
Pooh gripped her shoulder strongly as he pulled her all the way down  onto his
dick like a plunger. His thick 10 and 1/2 pipe throbbed and exploded  deep in
her ass like a bomb, gut drenching her innards in hot semen. At that  same
moment, Steve started cumming in Max's ass, shooting ropes and ropes of  seed
into Max's no longer virgin butt.
The limo and 2 cars slowly drove  through the water front area. This section
of the port was deserted with left  over barrels, crates, and over grown
vegetation. Out of the 2 cars, Pooh's men  (Guy and Leon) got out of one, while
Steve's men (Pete and Tom) got out of the  other. They walked over to the limo.
The door opened, and out came Steve,  tucking his spent wet dick as he
re-zipped his pants. Max followed, pulling up  his pants to cover his cum
dripping ass
with splatters of sperm covering his  face and chin. Inside, Tempest could be
seen getting multiple blow jobs by his  girls (Sapphire and Jasmine), while
Mercedes cleaned Pooh's dick with her  mouth.

"This guy never stops fucking!" whispered Tom, impressed by  Tempest's
prowess.

"What happened to you?" asked Pete, pointing at all the cum  clinging to
Max's face. Max looked even more embarrassed as he pulled a napkin  from his
pocket to clean himself. "Still sucking cocks?" snickered Pete, rubbing  his
crotch
with interest.

"Tempest made me break him IN..." informed Steve, swatting Max on  the ass
like a girl. "Looks like we'll have a choice of holes to fuck from now  on."

"Can't wait." said Pete, his dick growing hard under his hand as he  imagined
fucking his friend. Max blushed, a large wet stain prominent in the  front of
his pants, showing indication that he'd cum himself while getting butt
fucked.

"So..., where's this fuckin boat?" asked Pooh, grunting as he  climbed his
300 pound carcass out of the back door. His fat limp dick hung thick  between
his fat thighs as he stood up and took his time placing it back into his
pants.
"Let's get this shit over and done with..., I gotta get back home to my
baby's momma before the bitch blows up my celly again!" Tempest exited the
limo,
followed by his entourage.


RIVER-VIEW APTS
McConnell listened to Peaches' message  on Jake's cell phone. Jake and
Malecee drove over to their former boss's home  for advice. Malecee watched as
Jake
paced back and forth while awaiting  McConnell's word. Malecee wasn't exactly
sure what Jake and Mc's relationship  was, but it made him very uncomfortable
seeing how close they seemed to be in  each other's company.
Malecee didn't know McConnell too well outside  the Precinct. On duty,
McConnell was always very rigid and professional. He  wasn't sure how to act
around
the man, yet Jake seemed to be totally at ease  around him, -making Mal wonder
if the 2 men had ever made love?

"So? What do you think?" asked Jake, as soon as McConnell lowered  the cell
from his ear.

"It definitely sounds like she's in deep trouble." offered  McConnell,
-thinking. "She didn't really give an exact location, and the water  front is a
big
area to cover for 3 men. But I understand you wanting to keep  this from the
authorities..., at least until we're completely sure something is  going on
down there."

"I don't want Peaches hurt, either." said Jake.

"Of course not." said McConnell. He no longer had the authority to  launch an
investigation or order back-up, leaving his hands tied behind his  back.
Captain Miller was appointed by Mayor Edwards, and was obviously placed  there
as
a 'yes-man', so going to him with their suspicions would do no good.
McConnell knew other officers, other officials and leaders in the community he
could
call on, but he didn't was to risk putting anyone's lives or careers in
un-needed jeopardy if he didn't need to. "Okay..., this is what we're going to
do.
Tempest and his men will want anonymity, so they will stay away from the
populated docks where most of the shipments arrive. So we'll patrol the un-used
areas. Tempest hardly ever leaves without his entourage, so it shouldn't be
too  hard to spot an unusual amount of vehicles in activity down  there."

"And if they are there making a deal? What do we do then?" asked  Malecee,
just in case.

"Then..., we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." said  McConnell,
grabbing his gun up off the coffee table as he placed it behind his  back in
his
belt, then threw on his blazer. "Let's go!"

 Jake and Malecee drove in Mal's car, while McConnell took his  own. They
would keep in contact through their cell phones as they approached the  docks
in
opposite directions with the lights off. Malecee couldn't help asking  Jake if
McConnell knew he was gay.

"What's up with the captain?" asked Malecee, after a long  silence.

"What do you mean?" asked Jake, his mind preoccupied with  Peaches.

"Does he know about you? I mean..., do he know you mess around with  men?"

"Why?" asked Jake, curiously

"Cause he seems to be very..., I don't know, -attentive, to your  situation."
said Mal, picking his words carefully.

"McConnell knows what Gardner and the others did to me. He knows it  wasn't
consensual." answered Jake, leaving out a lot of the story. He didn't  want to
upset or worry Malecee if he didn't need to.

"So he knows your gay?" asked Cortez.

"He knows Peaches is really a man..., so I suppose so, -yes." said  Jake,
visibly irritated by the questions.

"Why you getting upset?" asked Cortez, eyeing the road and his  partner.
"We're just talking."

"Because..." said Jake, trying not to sound defensive. "...I just  don't
understand why you're asking? We have a lot to concentrate on right now."  he
added, hoping to deflect the line of questions.

"Have you 2 ever had sex?" asked Malecee, bluntly.

"Me and McConnell?" asked Jake, acting stunned. "He was once  married!"

"So was I." countered Mal.

"You think McConnell's gay?" asked Jake, turning the questions  around to
avoid answering.

"No. But you 2 seem so..., friendly. I figured he'd be homophobic,  but if he
knows about you and is this attentive..., then maybe he likes you or
something." reasoned Mal.

"He's my captain, Malecee." said Jake.

"Not any more, Jake." reminded Mal.

"Look..., I don't feel comfortable discussing David's sexuality."  sighed
Jake.

"David? So you 2 on a first name basis?" asked Malecee, sounding a  tad
jealous. Jake immediately regretted saying anything. "So how long have yall
messed
around?" asked Mal, assuming it to be true. "Are you still seeing  him?"

"It's not what you think, baby." explained Jake, facing Mal as he  drove.
"Gardner held me hostage in my apartment, and forced David to fuck me at  gun
point!"

"Fuck you? Damn!" said Malecee, surprised that it'd gone that far.  "I just
thought he liked you..., that you might've sucked his dick or something.  I had
no idea yall fucked!" Jake squirmed, knowing he'd told too  much.

"It was under gun point, Malecee. We didn't do it because we wanted  to. Our
lives were in the balance."

"And now?" asked Mal.

"Now, what?"

"There's obviously something still there between you! You don't  think
McConnell wants you?" asked Malecee, concerned.

"No...!" laughed Jake, knowing how deeply McConnell left for Malik.  "I don't
even think he's gay!"

"That didn't stop his dick from getting hard when he fucked you!"  said
Malecee.

"He HAD to, Mal. Gardner would've shot us if he didn't!" insisted  Jake.
"Don't worry about McConnell..., I'm with YOU, not him!"

"But you like him, don't you?" asked Mal, not letting it  go.

"Not as much as I like you!" smiled Jake, reaching between  Malecee's legs to
feel his soft pud. "When this is all over..., I want you to  take me home,
and fuck the shit out of me!"

"Is that so?" smiled Malecee, looking over into Jake's  eyes.

"Definitely!" said Jake, feeling Cortez's dick harden in his  hand.

"You know that could be arranged before we even reach home!"  grinned Mal,
tempted to pull the car over into some dark shadowy area.

"First thing's first..." said Jake, fighting the urge to pull Mal's  dick
free from his pants to suck it while he drove. "First we stop Tempest, find
Peaches, save the day..., THEN you get your anal snack!" Both men laughed out
loud as they pulled up into the water front are, in search of the  docks.

to be concluded....