Date: Tue, 01 Jun 2010 14:47:15 -0400 From: nphillydogg@aol.com Subject: the precinct II / pt-28 [Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG] _________________________________________________________________________ THE PRECINCT II -pt-28 Title: STRICTLY BUSINESS >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< PRECINCT-23 The woman formally known as Peaches (Divine Graham) sat in shock at narcotics detective Maleece Cortez's desk. Her newlywed husband (Whinny [The POOH] Graham) had just been murdered before her very eyes in broad daylight in the center of busy city traffic. Her clothes still held his blood splatter as she sat patiently waiting for the opportunity to go home. From a distance stood several policemen (Captain McConnell, Cortez, Jake Valentine, and Rodney Ellis), discussing the witness and the situation regarding her return from obscurity... "I thought Peaches was dead...?" said Cortez (having read reports of her demise after a shootout between the FBI and drug dealers in the final chapter of Precinct twenty-three). "Her body was never discovered..." explained McConnell (well aware that Peaches wasn't the one that perished in that shootout, --Mercedes did). "So how did she end up back here in Philly..., and MARRIED to Whinny Graham the drug king...?!" questioned Cortez. "She legally had her sex changed to a woman while she was away faking her own death to get away from Tempest Williams...!" informed McConnell. "As a legalized woman, she's well within her rights to marry legally...!" "And she never called to tell me that she was here...?" questioned Jake aloud, talking more to himself than his co-workers. "I'm sure she probably wanted to..." reasoned McConnell, knowing how close Jake and Peaches were at the time of her disappearance. "...but she probably had a lot going on at the time...! I wouldn't take it personally if I were you Jake...!" "So what now...?" asked Cortez, sympathetically. "Take her statement...!" informed McConnell. "Try to be as sensitive as possible..., she's just seen her husband's brains blown all over the front seat of their car...!" "Yes sir!" responded Cortez, heading back to his desk with a fresh cup of coffee he had just gotten for the witness. McConnell pat Jake on the back supportively before retreating back into his office, leaving Jake to watch his ex-lover hand the Styrofoam cup to the witness. Divine took the cup into her trembling hands, then carefully tilted it up to her lips... "So..., who IS this Peaches anyway...? And what's she to YOU...?" asked Ellis curiously, standing beside his partner. "We go back to when I was a rookie..." explained Jake, never taking his eyes off of Peaches and Maleece (Maleece in particular), having still held feelings for him. "...she saved my life when my partner at the time and his corrupt friends were trying to kill me...!" "And she was a MAN at the time...?" asked Ellis, looking Divine over with interest. "A transvestite...!" corrected Jake, as Cortez took his seat behind his desk. "Mrs Graham..., why don't you start slowly from the beginning and tell me what you can remember about what happened to your husband ...?" he asked, ready to take the woman's statement. "My..." started Divine, recalling her most recent memory. "...my husband had just had an argument with Tempest Williams...!" "Tempest Williams...?" asked Maleece, signaling Jake over. Jake hesitated, having had no interaction with Maleece since their breakup (chap-15). He rushed over to the desk, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. "Tell the Captain that Tempest Williams was spotted in West Philly just before the shooting...! He's still in the city!" "Okay!" said Jake, taking off. "Go on, mrs Graham..., what happened next...?" asked Maleece, eager to hear the rest of the story. "He..., he had a cop with him..., one he wanted my husband to help him defile sexually..." continued Divine, going off memory. Maleece's eyebrows rose at the word `defile'. "...Pooh refused, saying that he drew the line at killing cops...! Tempest threatened him, then drove off in a black limousine...! Later we were driving through town and...and..., a car pulled up beside us..., then started shooting!" she explained, emotionally. "I ducked down in my seat..., then I hear Pooh scream as blood splattered everywhere...! I looked up and saw his head break open, then saw bits of..., of his brain hit the windshield...! It was horrible!" she finished, shaking her head as she looked down towards the ground to avoid seeing the image in her mind. "I sure it was, mrs Graham..." said Maleece, supportively. "...but can you tell me which way Tempest's limo went...? Did he tell your husband where he planned on going...? Or what he intended to do with detective Macnamara...?" "N...no...!" said Divine, coming out of her fog. "Why are you asking me about Tempest when my husband's killer is still out there...?!" she asked, as if just waking up. "I'm sitting here covered in my husband's blood..., and ALL you can ask me about is where is Tempest Williams...?! I don't give a FUCK about Tempest Williams right now...! I want my husband's killer found!" she yelled, hysterically. "I understand mrs Graham...!" said Maleece, trying to keep her calm. "We're doing everything we can to make that happen...! But I just need more information...!" "I'm GIVING you information...!" yelled Divine. "I TOLD you..., a CAR pulled up beside me and my husband and started shooting! What does that have to do with which way Tempest Williams'' limo went...?!" "We're not entirely excluding the idea that Tempest Williams might've had something to do with your husband's death...!" suggested Maleece, causing Divine to double take. "Tempest...?" she asked, as if the thought had never occurred to her. "Well you said your husband and he argued..., then shortly thereafter he was shot...!" explained Maleece. "Yes..." said Divine, thinking..., "...but Tempest is on the run...! Why would he risk being caught just to shot Pooh...?" she asked, curiously. "What would he gain by it? Besides..., I don't think their argument was THAT serious...!" "Tempest is known to have a temper, mrs Graham..." reminded Maleece. "We're looking into ALL possibilities...! Helping us to apprehend Tempest Williams MAY help us find your husband's killer...!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY 27 year old police detective Malik Jones lay alone in bed, closed off from the rest of the world after learning the disturbing news that he might be becoming a father. Having called in-sick, his stomach lay in knots since 23 year old Fontella (a girl whose last name he didn't even know) knocked at his front door and made the surprising announcement that she was pregnant. She seemed certain beyond a shadow of a doubt of who the father was since Marvin hadn't ejaculated inside her during their 3some, and she hadn't been with anyone else in recent weeks. Marvin of course didn't believe her, saying that he believed she was trying to trick them into giving her money for a fake abortion, but Fontella informed them that she had every intention of seeing her pregnancy through to full term. Marvin (sleeping on the sofa while still recovering from injuries inflicted in chap-21) knew Malik blamed him for his current predicament. Malik had always been careful about strapping on condoms with every sexual encounter before getting involved with Marvin. Marvin understood Malik's frustrations, and wished his injuries weren't such that he could give Malik the comfort he needed and deserved. But the doctors told Marvin no strenuous actions or movements during his time of healing, leaving him physically drained on pain killers and with limited resources to help cheer up his lover. Marvin lay resting on the couch with his favorite beverage, snacks, and the cable remote by his side. To pass the time he watched every televised football and basketball game on television, waiting for his body to heal. Since leaving the hospital his mother had been over practically every day, bringing him (and Malik) his favorite foods and pampering him like a little boy. Today however she sent him a big pot of chicken soup by way of his younger brother Tyrone, who used his mother's spare key to enter Malik and Marvin's apartment. "Hey..., is everyone decent in here...?" he asked as he peeked his head in to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything. "Yo bro...!" perked up Marvin, propped up on pillows as he waved his brother in. "C'mon in here man...! It's good to see you!" he gleamed. "Wussup...?" responded Tyrone, closing the door behind him. "Mom sent me over with this pot of chicken soup...!" he added, giving it to his brother. "She wants you to eat every bite!" "Damn, that's wussup!" smiled Marvin, taking the pot as he lifted the lid and took a big sniff. "Ain't nothin' inna world like mom's homemade chicken soup!" "I kno, rite!" smiled Tyrone, sitting on the edge of Malik's coffee table as Marvin picked up a tablespoon and began eating the perfectly cooked noodles, chucks of all white chicken, onions, red peppers, and mixed vegetables straight out of the pot. "Yo man..., take advantage of living at home for as long as you can..." advised Marvin between bites. "...when yur on yur own, yur gonna miss perks like these!" "I'm gonna marry a bitch that can cook!" countered Tyrone, watching his brother chow down. "Ain't the same man...!" warned Marvin. "Malik can cook..., but it ain't like mom's...!" "I hear you!" said Tyrone, looking around the usually well kept apartment. "Where IS Malik?" he asked curiously? Usually the two men were inseparable. "Sleepin'!" answered Marvin, nodding towards the bedroom. "We hadda lil argument..., he's mad at me...!" "Oh ok." chuckled Tyrone, not quite sure what to think about his brother's live-in relationship. Marvin saw the question mark on Tyrone's face... "What...?" "Nothin'..." said Tyrone, deciding to mind his own business. "Naw man..., if you got somethin' on yur mind, say it! I'm a big boi!" stated Marvin, shoveling more soup into his mouth with every bite. "Well..." started Tyrone, taking a deep breath. "...we've just been wonderin' ever since Malik testified for you on trial and helped get you outta jail on an early release, then even let you move rite in with him afterwards..." "Yeh...?"responded Marvin, anticipating the question. "Well..., I guess we were all wonderin' what's up with yall relationship...?" asked Tyrone. "I mean..., sometimes yall seem more like..., you kno..., --boyfriends than just roommates!" "Do that bother you...?" asked Marvin, curiously. "No..." lied Tyrone, hesitating. "...well..., maybe...!" he corrected. "I mean, with Jeff livin' with his boyfriend Randy..., I'm just beginnin' to wonder if there's somethin' wrong with our family genes, is all...!" (Jeffery Rollins [their youngest brother] and his lover Randy Richardson are in the series Blacksub in the gay/interracial section of Nifty.org). Marvin laughed out loud... "I ain't gay...!" he assured his brother. "I still fuck girls...! In fact, that's one of the reasons why Malik's mad at me now!" "Why...? He caught you fuckin' some hoe in his bed...?" inquired Ty. "We did a 3sum awhile back..." informed Marvin. "That's hot!" smiled Tyrone, having done his share of 3somes and gang bangs with his buddies. "Yeh..., except now the bitch's claimin' she's pregnant...!" informed Marvin, setting the soup aside. "Oh shit!" responded Ty, sympathetically. "Rite!" said Marvin in agreement. "Now Malik's pissed at me for makin' em do the 3sum!" "Ain't like you held a gun to his head..." said Tyrone, suddenly thinking it over as he looked his convicted brother over suspiciously. "...DID you...?" he asked, curiously. "No!" answered Marvin. "I just wanted to do somethin' to spice things up, is all! Malik's one of the best things that ever happen to me...! I ain't tryin' to lose him over some bitch!" "So yall ARE a couple...?" questioned Tyrone, reading between the lines. "We are what we are...!" compromised Marvin. "Ain't no title for what we got! Ain't YOU ever hadda hommie you was closer to than you should be...? A nigga that you wished was a girl cuz yall get along so well...? One that yur dick gets confused over and stiffens whenever he comes around and you don't kno why...?" Tyrone thought... "Yeah..." "That's how Malik makes me feel...!" admitted Marvin. "You don't kno our history...! We go a loooong way back...!" "I ain't tryin' to judge nobody..." reasoned Tyrone, throwing his hands up defensively. "...especially after what DAD made us do to poor Jeffery...!" "HA...!" laughed Marvin aloud, recalling how they all took turns butt fucking their little brother after it became apparent that he was gay (Blacksub 2nd series). "Was really a dumbass idea of dad's to try to butt fuck the gayness outta a homo! What fag doesn't wanna be gang banged...?" "Seriously!" agreed Tyrone. "That was the first time I ever fucked a guy...!" "But not the last, eh...?" suspected Marvin. "Naw..." admitted Tyrone. "...in fact..., that's why I was out there that day you got shot...! (chap-21) Me and my boi Kaleb was lookin' for a place to fuck...!" "So you doin' onna yur hommies too...?" asked Marvin. "Yeah. He asked me to help pop his cherry after Kane threatened to take his virginity after he was fucked over Kane's money...! So I..., helped him out a few times...!" "You mean you butt fucked that ass!" clarified Marvin. "Yeah..., in the basement of one of the Roswell Projects!" recalled Tyrone. "That's wussup!" chuckled Marvin, picturing his brother balls deep up some young punk's ass. Tyrone noticed his brother's sudden change in facial expression as his face darkened with worry. "I need you to do me a favor..." said Marvin, somberly. "Anything...!" said Tyrone without hesitation. "What is it...?" sensing it was something major. Marvin leaned in close, his voice lowering as if about to confess a secret... "Malik's asleep in the other room..., I need you to go in there and make him feel better for me!" "Feel better...?" questioned Tyrone, unsure of what his brother was eluding to? "Are you serious...?" he asked, surprised by the request. "Definitely!' answered Marvin. "I'd do it myself, except I can't GIVE IT TO HIM like he really likes it until my body heals...! If he got the fuck he needs, it'll help us out a lot!" "I dunno, Marv..." said Tyrone, skeptically. "...he'll kno it's not you...! I don't have your muscles..." "If you give it to him hard enough, he won't argue..., trust me!" assured Marvin with a wink. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< After a brief encouragement, Tyrone slowly made his way across the floor towards the bedroom. He took one last look back at his brother on the sofa for certainty as Marvin nodded his head in agreement. Taking a deep breath, Tyrone slowly twisted the doorknob and popped his head inside to find Malik sleeping soundly in bed. Malik lay on his stomach, a thin sheet covering his petite body as the shades were drawn to keep the room shrouded in mid-afternoon darkness. Marvin watched from the sofa as Tyrone cautiously allowed himself in then quietly closed the door behind him, his heartbeat a million miles a minute as he approached the bed, listening to Malik's heavy breathing and slight snore. He reached down, then started to pull the covers back to slowly revealing Malik's naked form. Malik remained asleep as the covers came down off his supple round ass. Tyrone licked his lips, then gently parted Malik's legs by the ankles and climbed halfway up onto the bed. He ran his hands up the backs of Malik's thighs, pulling apart his ass cheeks to reveal the hidden hole hiding in-between the taut cheeks. Leaning forward, he began kissing Malik's ass while he slept, timidly taking the initiative before giving into lust and burying his whole face in his brother's boyfriend's ass. Malik stirred in his sleep, but kept on snoring as Tyrone attacked his ass from behind. Using his hands to pry the cheeks apart as he wedged his face up into the deep crack, he flickered his tongue over the sensitive hole as he licked and sucked the moist orifice with growing passion. Not really one to eat ass, he surprised himself by burying his tongue in the officer's fresh backside. Malik started to come out of his dream state as he pushed his ass back into Tyrone's face. He felt his dick starting to grow hard beneath him as he ground himself against the mattress. "MMmmm..." he groaned sleepily as he instinctively arched his back, enabling Tyrone's tongue to go deeper. At first he thought he had been dreaming, but the hardy sucking of his pouting anus told him that his roommate/lover had snuck into the bedroom to make up (despite doctor's orders). Meanwhile Tyrone ate Malik's ass with vigor, beginning to really enjoy it as he drilled his taster in and out of the puckered hole. He couldn't get over how delicious the officer's ass was, as if eating some exotic food for the first time. He ate the officer's ass as he would a woman's pussy, sucking and slobbering all over the tasty hole as the desire to fuck it started to become overwhelming. He tore himself away from the ass after 10 minutes of uninterrupted delicacy. He ripped open his jeans, shoving them down his slim muscular thighs before climbing up atop the prone officer. He rested his erection between the upturned cheeks, sliding his hardon up and down the spit wet valley. Once his erection was bone hard, he aimed the head down to entrance and eased in. Malik waited with bated breath as he dilated his asshole, allowing the dick to pass safely inside as it sank in deeply. Tyrone bit his lower lip to keep from groaning out loud as he sank in up to his balls. Feeling the difference in dick size and width, Malik knew instantly knew that the dick inside him wasn't Marvin's. Alarmed, he lifted his torso and turned his head to see who was fucking him? At first he didn't recognize him as he began to protest, but Tyrone kept his dick rooted bone deep as he explained who he was and what he was doing there... "You're kidding, right...?" asked Malik upon hearing the story. "MARVIN invited you to come in here and fuck me...??!" "He thought it would make you feel better..." explained Tyrone, still holding his erection inside. "His heart was in the rite place...!" "I suppose..." sighed Malik, relaxing back into place as his body consented to the fucking far before his mind had considered it. Tyrone took the cue and began grinding his pelvis into Malik's ass, churning his dick around inside him as he awaited Malik's consent. Malik moaned softly as the dick began to move inside him. His body melted as his muscles relaxed and his legs spread, elevating his buttock for deeper penetration. Tyrone resumed fucking, pulling and pushing back and forth as he slowly started to fuck. He lay his chest gently against Malik's back, lying on top of him as he began drilling his way through Malik's ass. Malik liked the feeling of another man's dick moving through him, but missed Marvin's mast as his brother tried to fill his shoes. Tyrone (having fucked far less asses than Marvin) started humping into Malik's ass, using no real technique as he merely drilled his dick in and out of the hole. He wrapped his arms about Malik's torso, then began twisting and twinking his erect nipples. Malik groaned softly as he rested his head back against Tyrone's shoulder. Tyrone nestled his face into the crook of Malik's neck and began kissing and sucking. Malik's body began to react as it started to become more sensitive to the touch. He reached back with his hand and massaged Tyrone's scalp, rubbing the back of his straining neck as Tyrone continued to suckle one spot. Soon the two men were kissing, sharing and sucking each other's tongues as they breathed deeply between smoldering smooches. Tyrone pulled Malik over onto their sides, fucking in spoon position. This allowed him to keep fucking in and out of Malik's ass while kissing and (now) stroking the officer's 7 and 1/2 inch erection. Malik tilted his head backwards and sideways as they kissed, his legs open like scissors as Tyrone's dick drilled in and out of him. From the open doorway Marvin peered through, watching the action in secret. At first he spied only to make certain that things went as planned. He had instructed his brother to fuck Malik roughly, giving him the dominance his body craved. He was surprised to see instead a tenderness in their fucking, as if the two were making love. Marvin suddenly felt uneasy watching his brother fuck his lover. He could easily see Tyrone's 8 and 1/2 inch dick sliding through Malik's spread buns. He watched them both sucking hotly at each other's mouths while Tyrone reached down to manipulate Malik's erection, stroking it in time with his own thrusts. Marvin was unexpectedly surprised by his own uneasiness at watching Malik enjoy himself, --after all, it was HIS idea to mate the two men. Malik (himself) was surprised that he was enjoying the obvious difference in fuck styles between the brothers. Marvin was always so dominate in bed, taking control and dictating every stroke. Tyrone however was much more intuitive, using his hands and lips more as a caressing tool than a weapon. While Marvin was a powerhouse, Tyrone was a lover, making Malik feel more erotic than just a sex object. Malik loved how Tyrone kept his tongue buried in his mouth, the spit slimy muscle searching his oral orifice like a searchlight as it slithered between his lips with a life of its own. Marvin could see Malik's chest starting to heave heavily as his orgasm approached. Tyrone sped up his stroking hand as he kissed Malik harder. Malik groaned into Tyrone's mouth as his dick started to throb, then suddenly began spewing white cream all over Ty's hand, Malik's stomach, and the bed sheets. At that same moment Marvin saw Tyrone take several deep stabs into Malik's backside, then saw his body stiffen as he began dumping an intense orgasm deep inside his lover's body. Malik withered back against Tyrone as he accepted the load which bathed his insides like warm butter. Marvin could see Tyrone's dick pulsating as it pumped his body full of ball juice. Marvin watched as the two men continued kissing, basking in the afterglow, completely unaware he was watching. Overcome with lust, rage, and frustration, Marvin burst into the room, startling the young couple out of their wits. "Hey Marv...?" called Tyrone, slightly frightened by his brother's reaction. Malik also looked spooked as Marvin (using his crutches) hobbled over to the bed, then roughly grabbed Malik's ankles and physically pulled him apart from his brother. Tyrone's erection slipped from Malik's well lubed ass as he was dragged down to the foot of the bed, then flipped over onto his stomach. Marvin quickly reached into his pants and fished his own erection. "Hey Marv..., what's wrong man...? You ASKED me to do thi...!" said Tyrone, defending his actions... Marvin paid his brother no mind as he quickly freed his 10" erection, then roughly thrust it up in Malik's ass with one shove. Malik yelled out in brief pain as the fat hard dick stretched his anal walls to the limit. He felt the dick suddenly wedged inside him, possessing his body as sure as any spirit. Marvin grabbed Malik by the front of his neck, then hoisted his torso up off the bed in midair. Malik's arms dangled out in front of him as Marvin began fucking him from behind. "UGGHH...!! UGGHH...!! UGGHH...!! UGGHH...!!" grunted Malik after every thrust into his ass. Tyrone watched with concern as his brother (obviously disturbed by what he witnessed) fucked his boyfriend with strong aggression. He could see the look of panic, pain, fear, and lust on Malik's twisted face as he took Marvin's dick over and over again. Marvin thrust into him through his own brother's sperm, using it as a lubricant as he rammed Malik from the back with all his might, each thrust exploding into Malik like a bomb as his entire body jerked forth, causing his teeth to chatter. Poor Tyrone didn't know how to react. If it weren't for the erection Malik was now sporting, he would have sworn Marvin was trying to kill him! Marvin fought through the numbing pain medication and physical pain he suffered to give Malik what he needed. Watching his own brother give his boyfriend an orgasm from kissing, forced Marvin to remind Malik what he was missing. He used every bit of energy his body could muster, knowing he would feel the results of this pounding later when he would be popping pain pills like aspirin. He slammed his pelvis into Malik's ass over four dozen times before he felt his orgasm come on surprisingly (and thankfully) quick. He rammed himself in with his last thrust, holding his pulsating member deep in his lover's anal sheath as he began pumping him full of cum. "AAARRRRGGHHHHHH...!!" was his reaction when he came, pulling Malik back into him as he buried his dick and shot his load straight up into his boyfriend's body. Malik panted breathlessly as he was held on Marvin's pulsating erection with his anus. He could feel it pumping freely inside him, making his innards sloppy with more sperm before Marvin's grip finally began to loosen. Without saying a word, Marvin eased Malik back down onto the bed, allowing his dick to slip free. Malik fell to the mattress panting for breath as Marvin picked up his crutches and slowly turned around and headed for the bedroom door. "What the fuck was THAT all about...?" asked Tyrone, as Malik lay in bed feeling ravished... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< TEMPEST WILLIAMS... ...owns several rundown and abandoned buildings in and around the North Philly area. Wherever there's a Sheriff Sale or a home owner with a desperate drug habit and a deed, Tempest is there to invest, boarding up the properties to use as possible hideouts, drug houses or storage for missing and stolen items. Most people would be amazed at how easy he came about with his fortune, stealing his drug empire from his mentor after causing his death. Tempest had a hand in every shady underworld scheme to make money from selling street and pharmaceutical drugs on the streets, to owning chop-shops and male prostitutes. His new hideout was a small warehouse on the backstreets of Filmore Street, where a long row of unnoticeable warehouses stood collecting dust. Most people drive by them every day on their way to work or school and never pay the unassuming buildings much attention, but inside lay some of Tempest's most prized and stolen possessions: ranging from Hummers and SUV's to motorcycles, computers and electronic devices and equipment, and even a small luxury boat he confiscated off of a man who owed him nearly 10 grand in a bad investments. Yes, Tempest had more money than most people gave him credit for. Not bad for an uneducated orphan with no future (as many had described him). Tempest's assistant (Brian Dunn) looked after all of Tempest's affairs and finances. He was the brains behind the operations, trying to make most of his investments legal. It was a tough job for the former Mayor's assistant, but one that paid off in a big way when it came to Tempest's gratitude. Dunn exited from the bathroom near the rear of the building, dressed only in a terrycloth robe. Having just showered and freshened, he paused briefly to see Philadelphia police detective (39 year old Scott Macnamara) hanging limply by his shackled wrists from the ceiling, his rubbery legs unable to support him as the curved under his hanging body like limp noodles. "Hel...help me..., please..." whispered the white man, his face black and blue with bruises and bite marks while a constant stream of clotted semen dripped freely from his abused and swollen anus. Dunn couldn't help but feel sorry for the white man who allowed his greed for money to cloud his better judgment when he betrayed his partner (detective Hightower) and freed Tempest Williams with the promise of a million dollars. It wasn't that Tempest wasn't good for the cash, but Dunn believed the officer should have known better than to believe a drug dealer who had already escaped from prison once. Dunn felt his heart strings tug for a moment when he looked into Macnamara's broken and beaten eyes. He was well aware of Macnamara's hetero background, knowing that the Caucasian detective had never had sex with another man before Tempest Williams inducted him into the gay world by ramming his curved 9 and 1/2 inch black penis straight into his un-lubed ass (as indicated in chap-26, pt-2). Dunn knew Tempest had plans for the detective's ass, plans Macnamara would most likely not like. In some ways he envied him, knowing he was soon about to get more dick in one session than most gay men get in a decade. "Sorry detective..." he said, parting ways as he slowly walked towards Tempest's bedroom area. "...better you than me...!" Tempest lay back in bed watching television on a humongous flat screen. The movie he picked featured the late police officer Douglas Whitmen's widowed wife Crystal, shown getting gang banged (hood style) by Tempest and a group of his drug thugs. Tempest still smiled to himself whenever he viewed the disc, imagining Whitmen's reaction when he played the disc to find his loving suburban wife getting mouth, ass, & cunt fucked by no less than 8 big hard black African American dicks (as told in chap-8 of the original Precinct-23). Tempest watched as he and the others fucked Crystal for hours, beating her pretty pink pussy so badly that the lips swelled shut and bleed from too much rough abuse. All the while they fucked her, they kept feeding her Sextasy, causing her to beg for more dick even as her poor body began to break down from the continuous pounding. When they finally left her alone, her tits were purple and red from sucking and bite marks, and her vagina was swollen shut while her anus was torn to shreds. Lord only knows how Whitmen fucked her after they finished stretching her poor vagina out of shape. Macnamara heard the erotic moans coming from the TV, and turned curiously to see what Tempest was watching. He recognized Crystal Whitmen immediately, having worked with her husband for years on the same Force. He had heard rumors of the video tape Whitmen found addressed to him by Tempest Williams over 2 years ago, but he had never actually seen it. His eyes widened when he saw the length of some of the dicks sliding through her ass, mouth, and swollen cunt. He could easily tell which man was Tempest when he saw the huge curved hooded black cock ram straight into her cunt. He shuttered, recalling how Tempest's cock felt ramming into his own asshole only 24 hours ago. He saw how the camera focused on Crystal Whitmen, closing in on her angelic face and sucking lips as they wrapped (willingly) around black cock after black cock. None of the men in the video showed their faces, though it seemed evident who they were. Macnamara couldn't help wondering if this was HIS fate as well, becoming a human piņata for Tempest's men? Brian Dunn walked into the bedroom area as Tempest's dick began to awaken across his thigh. He loved watching the old movies he made of himself butt fucking his whores, male prostitutes, his closest competitors, rivals, police officers, spies, and political figures. In fact one of Tempest's proudest possessions was the gang bang of Mayor Edwards, where he single handedly caused the mayor his job by turning the video over to the media. Edwards was forced to resign when he was unable to explain why he was caught getting dicked down (hard) in a sling? Dunn opened his robe when he got to Tempest's bed, then allowed it to fall silently to the floor as he climbed up onto the plush double king sized mattress. He crawled up between Tempest's spread legs like a jungle cat about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey (except here HE was the prey and Tempest was the cat). Tempest paid Dunn little mind as he kept his eyes glued to the screen. He watched from the corner of his eye as Dunn lowered his head down between his legs and began nursing on his balls. Tempest spread his legs wider, giving the servant plenty of room to tongue bath the family jewels as he took one ball after the other into his mouth, gently washing them with the warmth of his mouth. Macnamara tried not to watch as Dunn willingly sucked Tempest in the near distance. He had a grand view of Dunn's mixed raced ass hiked high in the air as he pressed his face down into his boss's ball sac. Macnamara could see a definite dent in Dunn's anus which indicated his hole got much use. He wondered if his own ass would resemble Dunn's by the time Tempest was done torturing him? He certainly hoped not! Dunn suckled Tempest Balls for a full 5 minutes before spitting them out and licking his way up the boss's shaft. He trailed his tongue up the side of the column, painting it wet as his tongue acted as a brush. When he got to the head, he licked away the tasty pre-cum which had already started to gather. He loved the taste of Tempest's pre-cum, knowing there were more in the heavy sac just waiting for the right moment to flood his mouth with its rich abundance. Tempest chuckled at the screen when the first cock shot cum straight across mrs Whitmen's face. She tried desperately to get the cumming cock back between her lips as the cum painted streaks across his facial cheek. Another cock quickly rammed into her mouth, stretching her cheeks out obscenely as the head imprinted in her jaw. Dunn took that moment to envelope his lips around Tempest's dick head, trapping it inside as he savored the flavor on his taste-buds. Tempest made no indication that Dunn was even in the room as he continued to watch TV. Dunn (an accomplished cocksucker) took a deep breath, then swallowed Tempest's prick down to the root, twisting his head so that the curve fit perfectly down into the bend of his neck. Tempest paused for a moment to savor the feeling before he resumed watching the show. He steeled his emotions as he once again ignored Dunn, focusing back on the movie as the assistant churned his throat down around the thick rooted shaft. After a few long strenuous moments, he pulled back, dragging his pursed lips back up to the foreskin covered head. Peeling back the bunched skin, he attacked Tempest's sensitive head with his tongue, sucking away the pre-juice before swallowing the entire cock once more back down to the hairy root. For nearly 20 minutes detective Macnamara alternated watching the movie of his late co-worker's wife getting gang raped by sadistic drug dealers, and watching the former mayor's assistant Brian Dunn swallow Tempest's cock. He could see Dunn occasionally reaching up between his legs to toy with his own anus, sticking his fingers in to open the greased hole. Once done prepping the cock for fucking, Dunn pulled his mouth away and turned his back to his boss as he aligned his asshole up to the curved pillar, then swiftly sat down on it. Macnamara could see the look of total ecstasy wash over Dunn's handsomely mixed facial features as he sat down fully on Tempest's erection. Tempest sat quietly as he continued to watch TV, disconnected with what was happening to his dick. Macnamara watched as Dunn rotated his ass in Tempest's lap, moving the hardon around inside him. Once fitted, he began lifting and lowering his ass, effectively fucking himself atop Tempest's impressive manhood. Macnamara could see part of the shaft emerge from under Dunn's modest balls, only to see it disappear back up inside when Dunn lowered himself. For several minutes Tempest allowed this to go on, letting Dunn dictate the pace as he fucked himself. It wasn't until 10 minutes later that Tempest grabbed Dunn's hips and began lowering him faster into his lap. Dunn picked up the pace as indicated by his mater. He rose up onto his feet in squat position as he bounced his ass up and down the hardon. The dick appeared and disappeared with every upward/downward motion, lodging deep in Dunn's curved rectum as it passed into his well trained bowels. At some point Tempest began to take control when he pulled Dunn back on top of him, forcing the assistant to lay with his back prone against his chest. Bending his legs at the knees, Tempest was able to thrust up into Dunn's basket like buttock, poking his rigid wood straight up through him. Dunn moaned aloud in pleasure as he ground his ass back against the dick, meeting it thrust for thrust. It was then that Tempest rolled him over onto his stomach, then began butt fucking the sub-servant from above. Dunn merely spread his legs wider to give Tempest all the depth he needed as the head drug lord rode him like a stable horse. In and out thrust Tempest, driving his thick curved dick well into Dunn's totally accepting ass. Macnamara was amazed at how easily Dunn took Tempest's prize cock, never once flinching as he seemed to honestly enjoy the anal abuse. Macnamara couldn't help getting slightly aroused as his cock (which had been completely limp during his entire ordeal) began to rise to full erection. He blamed his aroused state on the video, talking himself into believing that his erection was for Crystal Whitmen and not the two men fucking before him. Tempest rammed himself in and out of Dunn's ass. Lifting his body up over his subordinate (in push-up position), he began pounding into the servant with deep penetrating strokes, causing Dunn to cum prematurely against the bedspread. Tempest felt Dunn's well lubed anus flex and grip his plunging manhood, sucking his hard shaft like a desperate set of lips as he continued fucking the hole before him. Dunn screamed into the pillows with delight as Tempest butt fucked him straight through his intense orgasm for another 8 minutes before he finally came up his ass with the mighty roar of a mountain lion. Macnamara watched with fascination as Tempest rammed his cock in deep, then came as his huge hairy balls churned and contracted in their velvety sac. He could see Tempest pressing in deeper, depositing every ounce of his load into the packed bowels. When he was finished, he rolled off of Dunn's back and rested as Dunn leaned over and cleaned his dick with his mouth, sucking away all cum deposits as he savored the flavor of Tempest's nut. "Yur next...!" smiled the drug lord, looking over at a frightened Macnamara as he hung his head in shame, having cum from merely watching the show... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-5<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SOUTH PHILLY 34 year old Winston Sinclair (aka Kane) was glad to be home after a brief stint in jail. He walked through his empty apartment (empty after his girlfriend left him after finding him balls deep in another man's ass [chap-13, pt-5]), enjoying all the comforts of home. He looked out over the balcony of his 10th story apartment in the Roswell Apartments Complex, and looked out over the city. While he did (occasionally) miss the pitter-patter of his children's tiny feet, he found the lack of daily fatherly responsibility liberating. Since his family's departure, Kane had found his ambition to become South Philly's biggest drug boss more appealing than being a good father to his offspring. He knew he would be better able to focus on the tasks at hand if he didn't have a family to worry about back home. With a relaxing drink in hand, he toasted to his new found liberation, as well as his future. Pooh had promised him great things in the coming months what with Tempest Williams out of the way, and he was ready to start reeking some of the benefits that come with selling one's soul to the devil. Needing to relieve himself, Kane sat his drink on the railing, then unzipped and fished his penis from his pants and began peeing over the balcony. He didn't care if the rancid spray hit anyone, in fact, he thought it would be funny if it did. He had just finished his piss and was tucking his dick back into his pants when he suddenly heard a knock at the front door. Taking his drink with him, he sauntered back into the apartment and casually crossed the room, fully expecting to see his girlfriend with kids and bags in hand, begging to come back. Kane wasn't sure how he felt about losing his freedom again, but the thought of nightly sex caused his dick to stiffen in his pants as he opened the door... "Money...!" he called out in surprise, having expected him to be the LAST person knocking in his door after their last meeting... "Kane..." said the future father as he looked down at Kane's tented erection. "...we need to talk...!" 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