Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2010 00:26:51 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II / pt-30

[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]
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THE PRECINCT II -pt-30
Title: BACK TO BASICS

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

WEST PHILLY

	27 year old Divine Graham lay in her husband's bed, draped loosely
in one of his oversized t-shirts which she now used as a nightgown. Dreams
of his senseless murder replayed in her head like reruns of a bad
movie. She kept seeing his head explode as chunks of brain matter cascaded
about the cabin and dotted one of her favorite sundresses blood red. She
screamed aloud as she tried to exit the vehicle which had become his
coffin. As she fought with the door handle, her dead husband suddenly
grabbed her arm, shaking her relentless as she screamed blood curdling
screeches directly in his corpse rotted face...

"Divine...! Divine...! Wake up gurl...! You're having a BAD DREAM...!"
yelled Dedra Wright (aka D-Money's wife) as she sat on the edge of the bed,
concerned.
	Divine was slow to come out of her dream state, but with the
constant urging of Dedra, she soon found herself sobbing in reality...

"I'm sorry..." she cried embarrassed, wiping the tears from her
eyes. "...did I wake you and your husband...?"

"Dwayne...?" asked Dedra, making a face. "He could sleep through a tornado!
No..., I heard you over here screaming...! And you don't have anything to
be sorry for..." exclaimed Dedra, supportively. "...you JUST lost your
husband in a senseless shooting...! What woman wouldn't cry over that...?"

"But I'm not a real woman..." argued Divine, trying to snap herself out of
it. "...I was born a MAN...! I oughta be able to handle this better...!"

"Says WHO...?" asked Dedra. "WHO says men are supposed to be
emotionless...? Men..? Hell..., most of them are too stupid to even know
what they're feeling at all, let alone HOW to feel!" she joked, causing
Divine to chuckle aloud for the first time since her husband's
death. "There's a million things you've got to do before you can have your
official nervous breakdown...! You've still got to plan Pooh's funeral! You
have to meet with your lawyer and find out about changing over the deed to
this house..., cause lord knows those babies mommas of your husband are
going to try to get everything! AND you have to attend Pooh's memorial...!
You know he was loved by a lot of the kids in the neighborhood...! A lot of
people don't realize how much he gave back to the community! He really
didn't want to see kids following in his footsteps..., he wanted something
better for them!"

"I know..." said Divine, in total agreement. "...he had the biggest heart
of any man I'd ever met...!"

"And his dick was nothing to sneeze at either...!" joked Dedra, fully aware
of what Pooh had to offer.

"And I'm gonna miss THAT too...!" pouted Divine, sitting up in bed. "I've
been meaning to ask, Dee..." added Divine, staring at the pregnant woman's
covered belly. "...exactly WHOSE baby are you carrying...? I mean..., it's
not like you and Money were being monogamous when I met you...! Are you
SURE it's Money's baby and not my husband's...?"

"I'm positive!" said Dedra, assuredly. "Money and I only returned here
because I was pregnant...! DeWayne didn't feel it was right to bring a
child into our situation with Pooh looking for us with a grudge..., so we
came back to work out a deal...! It's NOT Pooh's baby I'm carrying..., it's
MY husband's...! I swear!"

"No disrespect..." assured Divine, wanting to clear the air. "Oh shit, what
TIME is it...?" she asked, looking over at the clock.

"It's 8:30am...!" answered Dedra.

"Damn...! I'm supposed to be at Pooh's lawyer's office at 10!" she said,
jumping out of bed.

"What happens at 10...?" questioned Dedra, getting up to follow Divine into
the closet.

"I'm supposed to be at the reading of the Will! Pooh's Will!" yelled
Divine, disappearing into the walk-in closet to find an outfit.

"Oh THAT ought to be fun!" said Dedra sarcastically. "You and all of Pooh's
babies mommas, all in one room...! I'd like to be a fly on that wall!"

"Exactly HOW MANY kids do Pooh have...?" asked Divine curiously, having
never talked it over with her husband.

"Who knows...?" said Dedra. "You'll certainly find out today! I'd make
every one of those bitches submit to a DNA test, pending the Will! I'd be
damn if I'd let them get anything without proof of paternity!"

"I'm not looking to go in there and get rich..." said Divine, coming out of
the closet with two distinct outfits. One was black, indicating mourning,
while the other was white, indicating life. "...all I want is what I have a
right to! Which one should I wear...?" she asked, holding up both dresses.

"Well..., black IS appropriate..." suggested Dedra, thoughtfully. "But
white will turn heads...!"

"Oh..." responded Divine, "...I didn't know I were looking to make a
fashion statement...!"

"Well, you certainly don't want to be the only one in there looking tore up
from the floor up with mascara running down your black stained cheeks...!"
declared Dedra. "You know Pooh was a big man in this city..., regardless of
his background...! The media will be all over this story..., taping
interviews, following the funeral..., wanting to capture his grieving widow
on film...! You've got to go out there and represent! Pooh wouldn't want
you looking like some wilted flower!"

"You're right..." agreed Divine, tossing the black dress aside. "...the
Lady Divine ain't hardly goin' out like that!" she stated with flare.
	Dedra watched with support as Divine shed her husband's shirt and
stripped down naked in front of her. Being over 6 months pregnant, she
couldn't help admiring Divine's perfectly formed and flawless body as she
stood before her naked. "What...?" asked Divine, catching Dedra
looking. "What's wrong...?"

"Nothing...!" answered Dedra, honestly. "Do you know...you're really very
pretty...? I mean for an ex BOY...!"

"Thanks...!" chuckled Divine, not giving much thought as Dedra's eyes gazed
over her breasts.

"You're tits are beautiful...!" she added, touching them openly.

"Tempest bought me my first pair when I was 18..., but I had them enhanced
when I got my sex change in Miami...!" informed Divine, as Dedra continued
to fondle her in amazement.

"They're absolutely gorgeous..." continued Dedra, examining the fat erect
nipples. Divine gave the fondling little thought, believing this was how
women acted behind closed door, until Dedra suddenly leaned forward to kiss
them.
	Divine was shocked as Dedra kissed each breasts gently, then
suckled the hard nipples with her mouth and tongue. Divine wasn't sure what
was going on or how to handle it. When Dedra didn't seem close to stopping,
Divine stepped back uncomfortably...

"uh..." she protested, feeling as if she had just been molested. "...sorry,
I'm not THAT kinda girl...!"

"How do you know what kind of girl you are, unless you try it...?" inquired
Dedra, stepping forward boldly.

"Because I was gay long BEFORE I became a woman...!" reasoned Divine,
firmly. "I wasn't into girls then, and I'm NOT into them now...!" she
explained without hesitation.

"But you USED to be a man..." argued Dedra. "...surely there's still SOME
SIDE of you that find girls attractive...?"

"Honey..., I NEVER found girls attractive, not like THAT! I've always seen
them as competition! I ain't go through the pain of having a sex change...,
cutting off my beautiful dick and balls..., --and believe me honey, they
were a gorgeous set..., just to become a lesbian!" countered Divine. "I
know what I am and I know what I like...! And I knew that since I was 9
years old!"


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

MANAYUNK

	52 year old police captain David L. McConnell awoke to a knock at
his front door. He sat up in bed (alone), scratching his salt & pepper hair
as he peeked through sleepy eyes at the digital alarm clock beside the
bed. Yawning, he flung the covers back and swung his long hairy mulatto
legs over the edge of the bed until he was sitting upright. The continuous
knocking caused him to skip his usual trip to the bathroom to relieve his
morning piss. Instead he stood up, grabbed his bathrobe, then wrapped it
loosely about his well toned body to hide his morning erection and headed
for the door.

"Who is it dad...?" asked 21 year old Elliott McConnell, also having
stumbled out of bed with a yawn.

"I don't know, son..., go back to bed..." suggested David, knowing his son
didn't usually get up until well after noon. While concerned that his son
might be lacking sufficient drive, he was just glad to have him in his
life, spending time together under the same roof.
	Elliott yawned again as he stood in the doorway to his room,
scratching his inner thigh through his loose fitting boxers. McConnell
reached for the doorknob just as the knocker began to pound even
harder. "I'm here, I'm here..." he called as he unlocked the door and
pulled it open. "...this better be impor...tant..." he stunned, looking
into the face of a camera.

"Captain McConnell..." called a television reporter, shoving his microphone
the Captain's face. "...I'm Chad Bradley from Action News! I was wondering
if you cared to comment on the recent murder of one of your Precinct's
officers...? An Officer Andrew Roberts!"

"I uh..." started McConnell, wondering how the reporter found his private
address? "...I'm devastated of course! We take EVERY homicide in our
district personally, but Officer Roberts' murder hit us particularly close
to home! We will not rest until his killer, or killers, are promptly
brought to justice! Thank you!" he stated before trying to close the door.

"uh..., HOW WELL did you know the victim...?" questioned the reporter,
placing his foot in the door to keep it from closing, knowing he only had a
few seconds of window before the captain would grow leery of the questions
and end the conversation abruptly.

"I uh..., I knew him..." responded McConnell, vaguely.

"I have a source that says Officer Roberts was living here with you in your
apartment up until his time of death..., is that true Captain...?"
questioned Bradley, sticking the microphone back in his face.
	The camera zoomed in on McConnell's unshaven expression as he tried
to mask his surprise at the question...

"Yes..., Officer Roberts did live here for awhile..." he admitted, knowing
it would look bad if he didn't tell the truth. "...but had already moved
out just prior to his death!"

"Seeing how you teo were roommates, so to speak..., do YOU have any
personal insight on WHO might have wanted to officer Roberts murdered? Did
he have any enemies that you might have known of...?"

"Officer Roberts was a decent man, and a good officer..., we don't believe
the person who murdered him knew him personally..., though we are not
ruling that out!" answered McConnell.

"Do YOU feel threatened, seeing how Roberts was living here with you before
he was found murdered in such a heinous way? Do you feel as if YOU may be
targeted next?" asked Bradley, curiously.

"No. Definitely not!" said McConnell. "The people responsible for Andy's
death were punks! They wouldn't dare come after someone who might be
expecting them!"

"Is that an open invitation, Captain...?" asked Bradley with a smirk.

"That's all!" said McConnell, closing his door.
	As soon as the door was closed, he bolted the lock and took a deep
sigh of relief. He knew it would only be a matter of time before reporters
linked him and Andy together. And now that the cat was out of the bag, it
could only go downhill from there.
	21 year old Elliott stood in the background watching his father's
reaction. He could tell that the line of questions had shaken his father,
he hadn't seen his dad so worried since his mother outed him in front of
his children years ago, turning them against him. And for that and that
alone, Elliott felt frightened for his dad...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

PRECINCT-23

	27 year old police detective Malik Jones walked into his
squad-room, ready for work. He punched his time-card in at the clock, then
walked over to his partner's desk and placed a Duncan Doughnut's Coffee
down in front of him. Maleece looked up at the cup from his computer and
smirked. "What happened to YOU yesterday...?" he asked, taking a break from
the computer as he sat back in his seat and sipped the tasty coffee.

"Needed an extra day off..." said Malik simply, taking his seat. "Did I
miss anything...?"

"Only the death of Whinny The Pooh..., his hysterical wife Peaches, and my
ex...!" said Maleece, sarcastically. "The place was like a fucking circus
yesterday while you were no doubt all laid up in your boyfriend's arms...!"

"Wasn't like that..." defended Malik, looking around to make sure no one
was within listening range. "...I just found out that I got a girl
pregnant...!"

"Pregnant...?" asked Maleece, looking shocked. "Since when you start dating
fish again...?"

"I'm not...! Marvin and I did a 3sum with this girl he knew..., and it got
a little out of hand...!"

"I'd say...!" said Maleece, watching Malik from across the desks. "So...?
What's gonna happen now...?"

"She's keeping the baby...!" informed Malik, looking somewhat
tired. "Marvin thinks she's faking the pregnancy to extort money from us
for a fake abortion, but she claimed she doesn't want any help from me...,
that she only told me in case I wanted to be a part of the baby's life...!
She's planning on having it rather I'm a part of it or not!"

"How do you feel about that...?" asked Maleece, enthralled by the story. "I
mean..., knowing there might be a kid of yours running around out there
unknown...!"

"I don't know..." said Malik. "...I don't know this girl at all..., but on
the other hand, this might be my only real shot at having a kid
biologically!"

"Why you say that...?" asked Maleece, curiously. "Don't you ever plan on
going back to dating girls...? On getting married and raising a family...?"

"I don't know...?" admitted Malik, honestly. "I think about it
sometimes..., but honestly, I can't imagine my life without Marvin in
it...! He's been such an overwhelming force in my life for the past 2 years
plus..., that I just can't imagine my life without him! Know what I
mean...?"

"Yeah..." said Maleece, thinking of Jake. Being in such close range of him
again (so close that he could literally smell his cologne), got Maleece
wondering had he been too hasty in break up with him? But picturing Jake
getting butt fucked on that cell phone was just too much to take (chap-15,
pt-1)! Yet..., Maleece realized HE himself hadn't been faithful at the time
while sneaking around with Tony Vincelli. Blaming Jake for cheating when
they both had been equally unfaithful was wrong. Maleece felt he needed to
at least clear the air with Jake, before moving on...

"What about you...?" asked Malik, bringing Maleece back to reality. "Do YOU
plan on going back to women now that you and Jake have broken up...?"

"Definitely!" said Maleece without hesitation. "Men ain't nothing but
trouble!"

"You're preaching to the chore now...!" joked Malik, agreeing. "Any word
yet on Macnamara, or Tempest Williams...?" he inquired, searching through
his email.

"We had tip from his former girlfriend Peaches that he was traveling though
West Philly via a stretch limousine not too long after his escape..., so
there's an APB out on that...!"

"Peaches...?" asked Malik, not hearing that name in years.

"Or should I say the new MRS Whinny Graham...? Pooh's wife!" corrected
Maleece, causing Malik's jaw to drop. "Apparently, she's had some sort of
sex change operation in Miami and married him...! All sounds too Hollywood
to me...!"

"How's Jake...? Does he know...?" asked Malik, curiously.

"He knows..." answered Maleece. "...him and his partner found her in the
middle of the street screaming her head off that her husband had just been
shot...!"

"How's he taking it...?" asked Malik, knowing the history between Jake and
Peaches.

"I don't know..., it's not my concern...!" answered Maleece, coldly.

"You can't be THAT heartless...!" said Malik, looking through Jake. "You
dated him..., --LIVED with him for well over a year...! You HAVE to still
care for him...!?"

"Of course I do..." said Maleece, under his breath so no one else could
hear him. "...but it's over now! His private life is his own business! I
have nothing to do with it!"

"It's never really over til one of you are dead!" stated Malik, sounding
almost with regret. "I'll always have deep feelings for Marvin AND
David...! They were my firsts..., just as Jake was yours...!"

"Yeah well..., like I said, all that's over with now...!" said Maleece,
trying to get back to work.

"It doesn't have to be..." continued Malik. "...when was the last time you
talked to him...?"

"Don't you have your own misguided relationship to work on...?" asked
Maleece, irritated. "I never should've gotten involved with him in the
first place!"

"aww Mal..., you don't mean that...!" said Malik.

"Will you STOP telling me how I feel...!?!" yelled Maleece getting up from
his desk, needing some fresh air...


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TEMPEST WILLIAMS

	39 year old Caucasian Philadelphia police detective Scott Macnamara
hung from a suspended sling in an old unassuming warehouse in North Philly,
his arms and legs securely fastened in place to prevent him from moving. He
lay on his back, his head and ass positioned at just the right height for
fucking. Tempest had his assistant (Brian Dunn) prep the missing officer
for a party, one Tempest was sure would forever change the officer's life
and turn him into a cock hungry succubus for the rest of his natural born
life.

	Macnamara spent the past few days regretting his decision to help
aid Tempest Williams escape. Blinded by promises of a million dollars, he
shot his partner (Officer Hightower) in hopes of making it look like
Tempest had killed him in cold blood. Now he sat at the drug dealer's
mercy, knowing full well that Tempest Williams had no mercy.
	Macnamara could hear music and voices on the other side of the
warehouse. It was obvious that Tempest was entertaining someone, but WHO
the officer wondered? Dunn had scrubbed Macnamara down with scolding hot
water, then cleaned his insides out using a water hose and a
bucket. Macnamara was mortified when he felt the cold warehouse water enter
his rectum, bloating his otherwise flat stomach before shitting it all back
out into a pale like an animal, hanging from the ceiling. Once Dunn had him
thoroughly cleaned, he shaved and lubricated the officer's anus, fitting it
with a good size butt-plug for later use. A large mirror was strategically
placed before him so he could see himself all tied up helplessly for the
party.

	27 year old Tempest Williams entertained his special guests with
spirits and beers, toasting his new found freedom from recent incarceration
with an un-scheduled gang bang. With most of his top henchmen still
imprisoned behind bars awaiting trials, he had to rely on his lesser known
allies to celebrate, pulling some straight from the street corners. Tempest
wasn't sure what half of their names were, but it didn't really matter
anyway, it was now open season on detective Macnamara's ass.
	Macnamara watched wide-eyed as the men began to pour into the
room. Nine men in all, --all shady characters. They laughed and gathered
around the helpless victim as he hung from the ceiling, squirming like a
fish on a hook as they removed the butt plug and dug their dirty fingers
into his bare hole.

"Look at the bitch squirm like a girl...!"

"He's a pathetic lil' bitch! We gonna have fun breakin' in dat white
pussy!"

"Tempest said he's a cop!"

"He's bout to be one FUCKED cop!"

"Yo..., who gits his pussy first...?"

"Smallest dick should break em in!"

"Let's line up...!"

	Macnamara listened in fear as all nine men began unzipping their
pants, freeing their erections to see whose was the smallest. They crowded
around in a circle, measuring the lengths of their prized possessions to
see who would go first. After a few minutes, they began to circle the
captive, rubbing their exposed dicks all over his shaved body. They pinched
his nipples, slapped his exposed ass, rubbed themselves against his face
and lips, and prepared to use his body for their own pleasures.
	Macnamara saw the first male step up to the plate (a young slim boy
of about 18 years of age), his fat 8" black dick sticking straight out from
his open zipper. Macnamara thought the boy looked shifty, definitely the
type of guy he would keep an eye on had he saw him on the street. He
watched as the boy positioned himself between his legs, then guided his
dick up to his hole. Macnamara closed his eyes and braced himself as his
hands encircled the chains bonding his wrists. With his muscled taut, he
felt the first black man starting to enter him, the knob of his dick
pressing into his well greased anus as it began to slowly sink inside him.

"UHHH...!!" grunted Mac, feeling the dick head pierce his anus. Having been
breached several times by Tempest himself over the past few days, his body
had adjusted (somewhat) to being penetrated, the initial entry (though
painful) was not nearly as unbearable as he originally believed. Macnamara
opened his eyes to see the facial expression of the young man entering him,
he could barely recognize the man's angelic expression as his brain
marveled the feelings his dick was experiencing.

"awww fuk man..." he groaned out loud as his dick penetrated the white
man's hole and sank in deep. "...this bitch's hole is tight as hell!"

"Loosen that shit up for us then, dick head...! He's still got eight more
dicks to go!" reminded the next man in line.
	Macnamara felt the 18 year old grounding his crotch into his ass,
churning his dick around inside his hole. Macnamara stifled a groan, not
wanting the young man to know the pain/pleasure he was causing him as he
began to fuck his butt. The officer steeled himself mentally, trying to
dull his senses as his body was (once again) fucked without permission. He
was their captive, their prisoner, with no rights other than to be the
designated cumslut for the evening.

	The 18 year old started thrusting in and out of Mac's forced spread
ass, using his dick shaft to massage the protesting sphincter muscles as
they squeezed his rod tightly and tried (unsuccessfully) to repel him. He
fucked against Macnamara's natural need to push out, using his anal orifice
as an entrance rather than an exit.
	The two men began to fight for the right to the anal track with
Macnamara's anus pushing outward, and the young black man fucking
inward. Eventually the 18 year old began to make headway as his dick
started to wear the asshole down. Macnamara's anal muscles gave up the
struggle after a valiant effort, finally relaxing in exhaustion as the 8"
dick proceeded to continue to ram through. In no time at all Mac felt the
young man's dick stiffen even harder, then felt it start to jerk with life
as it began spitting torrent amounts of warm seed into his
bowels. Macnamara groaned in shame as his asshole was officially used as a
cumdump, the first stranger of the evening losing his plentiful load in his
bowels.

"MY TURN, hommie...!" said the next guy, getting into position as he
stroked his own dick into erection. He too was 8 inches, but thicker than
the last man as he presented his black pride up to the recently fucked hole
and pushed in.

"ARRHHH...!!" grunted Mac (seeing stars) as the second man rammed over half
of his thick length up his ass. Before he could recover, he felt the man
already fucking in and out of him, see-sawing his thick dick back and forth
through his resisting and shocked hole.
	Macnamara could feel his body being banged into forcibly as the
second man grabbed his hips and started to plowing through him, each inward
thrust causing him to grunt out loud as the other men all taunted him with
their threatening manhoods, promising to do further damage to his straight
cop hole.

	In the nearby distance Macnamara could see Tempest's assistant
(Dunn) on his knees sucking dick, keeping the rapists hard and interested
as they rammed his mouth and throat and slapped their erections against his
upturned face for amusement.
	The man currently fucking Macnamara started to fuck harder as his
eyes rolled up into his head. Macnamara knew the man was about to cum soon
as his dick and balls slapped repeatedly into his buttock. After a few
minutes, the man rammed all the way in and grunted like a rutted
dog. "ARRHHH..ARRRHHH...ARRHHH...YEEAAHHH..., fuck yeah that asshole's
tight...!" Macnamara could feel the dick jerking and pulsing inside him as
the second dick hosed his rectum with cum.

	The second man pulled his dick free from the now well fucked hole
as the third man moved into position. He stroked his hooded 9" dick into
total erection, aimed it up to Mac's lubed and cum smeared asshole, then
rammed all the way in with one stroke. "AARRRRHHHGG!!" screamed Macnamara
as the dick penetrated straight through up to the low hanging hairy
balls. The man ground his knotty pubic hair into the white man's smooth
shaved ass, getting every inch of his hard man inside before fucking.
	Macnamara could feel the long dick started to pull back and forth,
dragging through his cum lined rectum as it massaged its way through him
with agonizing accuracy.

	Macnamara was grateful that the third man's dick wasn't as thick as
the second man's, his asshole seemed better suited to holding it in place
as it clamped down around the long shaft like a vice. The extra skin along
the lengthy phallus helped the dick slide through easier, causing it to
glide through his rectum like a well oiled machine. He held onto the
officer's waist while he fucked, slamming his hips into his ass as he drove
the entire length of his rod into him. Macnamara kept his eyes focused on
the young man's face, trying to read the expressions and predict when the
man would cum. All too soon he saw his face starting to scrunch in painful
bliss as his dick swelled, then started pumping a fresh batch of ball juice
directly into his bottom. Macnamara could feel his rectum flow with excess
semen as all three men sperm mixed together inside him into one giant mass.
	The man kept his dick buried in the ass until it went completely
soft, then fell free from the sucking hole of its own accord. Macnamara
could feel the first trickles of cum starting to excrete from his abused
hole as it began to seep from the swelling lips like nectar.

	The forth man stepped up to the plate as he aimed his curved dick
up to Mac's ass and shoved in. The dick sank in easily without much
resistance, but the wicked left curve caused his rectum to bend unnaturally
as the head started to dig into the walls. "UUURRHHHHGG!" grunted Mac as
the dick forced its way into him. He struggled against the chains
uncomfortably as the man pressed forth, burying his entire length, the
excess cum acting as lubricant as it help coat the man's shaft.
	Once buried, the man began to fuck, pulling back and shoving forth
as he drilled the officer's ass at an angle. Macnamara felt every stroke
press into his anal walls, causing him more pain than any of the other
dicks thus far. After about 5 full minutes of continuous strokes, his
rectum began getting used to the curved angle as the man started to hit his
stride. He slammed his dick well deep into the hole with every inward
thrust, burying every inch of his curved rod into Macnamara's guts. For 10
straight minutes he rammed the officer's hole, fucking it hard before
pulling out to shoot his load all over Mac's sweaty, twitching, butt
cheeks. Macnamara groaned when he felt the warm splatter of cum shooting
against his ass. Before the man finished cumming, he rammed the full length
of his dick back inside to finish off. He ground himself inside his ass,
churning his erupting meat around before finally pulling free.

	The fifth man took his place, staring down at the cop's pink
twitching hole as it spasm from its last rough fucking, another trickle of
freshly planted cum seeping from the swollen lips. The man kissed his fat
mushroom dick head up to the anus, sinking only the head inside. Macnamara
felt the head enter his bottom, filling his anus like a light bulb. To
Macnamara's surprise the man began fucking him with only the head, slowly
pulling and pushing the fat crown in and out of the cum filled anus,
causing more cum to ooze freely from the full hole.
	Macnamara felt the head massaging his anal muscles, causing his
anus to relax more as it penetrated him faster. He fully expected the man
to ram his entire dick inside him like the others had, but the man
continued fucking with just the head for a full 7 minutes, getting closer
and closer to orgasm as his dick head swelled to giant mushroom
proportions. Macnamara looked shock when the man's body suddenly tensed,
and he finally rammed the entire length of his dick into the
hole. Macnamara screamed out in sudden pain as the fat head buried into his
bowels, then began hosing his innards with another fresh batch of cum.

"AAWWW YEEEAAAAHHH, FUUUUCKKK...!!" yelled the man, squirming like a wet
fish as he ground his spurting dick around in Mac's anal gut.
	When he finally finished cumming, he pulled his dick free of the
hole, the sensitive head causing him to shudder as he stepped back to make
room for the next man.

	The sixth guy stepped up after pulling his spit wet dick from
Dunn's sucking mouth. He walked over to where Macnamara was hanging from
the ceiling, waving his massive 10" rod at him like a weapon. Mac couldn't
take his eyes off the huge tool as it bobbed in his direction like a
wrench. When the man stepped up at his ass, he knew he was in for a another
rough fucking. He tried tightening his asshole (refusing to cooperate), but
the man simply aimed his dick up to his battered hole and pressed in,
easily sinking all 10 inches of his manhood in one stroke.
	Macnamara felt the dick fill him completely, his entire rectum
filled with nothing but black dick. He could feel cum oozing out around the
embedded penis, coating the man's hairy balls as it dripped down from his
ass like warm molasses.

	The sixth guy had the longest dick thus far, but not the
thickest. Mac found he was able to accommodate him without much pain, his
asshole becoming accustomed to the deep probing the men made inside him as
the new dick moved through him with little effort or fanfare. The sixth guy
was very skillful with his strokes, taking his time to stretch the anus
with every inward plunge, massaging the sphincter muscles and rectum as he
fucked his way straight through to the colon. Macnamara started to find the
probing pleasurable as his dick began to swell with blood. The other men
noticed his arousal, and teased him for being a fucked up closet case who
obviously enjoyed being gang banged by black thugs. Macnamara groaned in
utter shame and frustration as his dick became full mast, standing 7" up
from his groin. He felt a great deal of humiliation as the black men
started to slap and stroke his dick, telling him how "small" and "pathetic"
it looked compared to theirs. Macnamara knew every dick that had entered
his anus had been of larger size, dwarfing his own impressive manhood by
several inches. As a young man growing up in the trailer parks of New
Jersey, he had often wondered if the rumors of black men being well endowed
were true, and often caught himself looking at them in the showers at work
or at the gym. But never in his wildest dreams did he ever consider being
on the receiving end of a fat one, taking it (and eight others) up his
caucasian ass like a slut from a gay porno.
	The sixth man began to fuck harder, taking longer deeper strokes as
he drove his dick well through the cop's used hole. He could feel himself
nearing climax as he dug deeper, using the white man's ass as a springboard
for his pelvis. In a matter of time he was whitewashing the man's innards
with a deluge of creamy semen, drenching his already cum clogged entrails
in a baptism of sperm. Macnamara felt the deluge overflowing his already
stuffed innards as the backlash oozed out about the embedded prod. When the
man finally withdrew, Macnamara could feel a now steady stream of warm cum
exiting his running anus.

	The seventh man stepped up. He was an older man (perhaps the oldest
of the group) at about 40. He rubbed his considerably fat penis up and down
the length of Mac's ass crack, lubing his impressive piece with the excess
semen before aiming the head up to the hole. Mac braced himself for entry
as the man began digging inward, forcing the relaxed anus to open wider as
his head and shaft penetrated all the way in 11 inches deep. "Oh god..."
moaned Macnamara, feeling the dick push through his intestines. It was like
being probed with a proctorscope, the long hard shaft and searching head
burrowing deep into his body like a ferret.
	Macnamara never lost his own erection, even as the bigger dick
probed deeper. He merely braced himself for another onslaught, knowing he
had no chose but to submit to the men's demands. He felt the man beginning
to thrust through him, sawing his dick back and forth as the other men
looked on with encouragement. They stood around smoking weed and sorting
Sextasy, getting themselves in sexual frenzies as they took turns using
Dunn's oral services to keep their swollen manhoods poised for more
fucking. Macnamara knew his ass was in for much more than a single gang
bang, he could tell by the men's demeanors that they weren't planning on
going anywhere any time soon as many of them had now undressed and talked
about banging the officer's ass all night as if they had nothing else
better to do with their time.

	The seventh men stretched Mac's ass wider than most of the others,
causing the straight man more discomfort than most. He grit his teeth to
bear the pain, hoping it wouldn't take the man long to seed his hole. He
couldn't believe he was hoping to be cummed in quickly by another man, the
thoughts were completely alien to him, leaving him to wonder if this
incident might somehow taint him in some perverse way?
	In one night he's already had more cocks in him than he's fucked
pussies. Having been married for a number of years, his long term
relationships kept him from scoring more pussy than he would have
liked. Now at 39, he was getting more dick than he ever gave out.

	The seventh man took his time fucking, leisurely thrusting his way
through the detective's body with seemingly no real rush. When he finally
came, he pulled out and shot his first load up across Mac's stiff dick and
dangling balls. While still in orgasm, he shoved his spurting manhood back
into the cop's ravished hole, and filled it with 5 more gushes of warm ball
sludge. Macnamara's dick throbbed at the feeling as the seventh cock was
removed from his backdoor.

	The eight dick belonged to one of the smallest guys in the room. 21
year old Antonio had a massive 13" thick dick which he often used as both a
weapon and a pleasure tool. At a mere 5'6", he often had much to prove to
other street pirates such as himself. Always the littlest man on the block,
he loved how people's jaws usually dropped when they finally saw his dick
for the first time. And Macnamara was no exception. The police detective's
eyes nearly popped out of his head when he first saw the heavy dick
swinging lowly between the smaller man's thin muscular legs. It looked more
like a third leg, hanging like an elephant's trunk as it swayed back and
forth in slow motion. Using the overhead chains to lower Mac's prone body a
few inches, he aligned his fat wrist thick dick up to the cummy manhole,
then proceeded to push inward. Macnamara's mouth gaped open in disbelief as
the dick bore through him, ripping open his well fucked, well cummed hole
to tunnel straight through him.

	Macnamara's usually tight hole screamed in protest as the massive
dick seek refuge inside his over worked cave. His own dick strained as his
body was invaded, the muscled in his limbs protruding from the
stress. Macnamara could almost feel his inside being rearranged to house
the massive phallus inside him, --his kidneys, liver, and spleen making way
for the destructive tool wreaking havoc through his bottom.
	Antonio was no stranger to ravishing holes. Since he was a boy he
had been stretching them out of shape and leaving them clogged with massive
doses of his ball juice. It started at home with his sister, then his
brother, and finally his mother. By the time Antonio was 16 he had fucked
his entire family. Now as a street dealer for Tempest Williams, he got to
fuck more drugged out asses than he ever dreamed possible. It was nothing
for him to fuck up to 8 different people a night, pulling them into nearby
allies or abandoned cars and banging their brains out for a small vale of
crack-Sextasy. It was amazing what people would do for the drug. He was
even offered underage children in ex-change for a hit, tiny virgins who had
no idea what their holes were made for...

	The other men gathered around to watch Antonio's big thick dick
drill in and out of detective Macnamara's asshole. They marveled at how the
embedded anal lining clung to the smaller man's girth during withdrawals,
only to slide slowly back up his shaft to disappear back up inside the
rectum just before the inward thrust. With every deep plunge more semen
oozed from the well fucked hole, excreting out about the dick base to
mingle in with Antonio's pubic hair and drip down off of his balls.
	For nearly 20 minutes he fucked Macnamara's warm hole, never once
removing his sword as he stabbed the officer deep with every plunge. His
session came to climatic end when he climbed up into the sling with
Macnamara, and rode his ass like a donkey until he finally strayed his
battered inside with his horse load. Macnamara's eyes widened as the
pressure of more semen flooded his intestines, causing a back up inside his
body. When Antonio finally climbed down and pulled out, the cum squirted
from Macnamara's flooded canal like a spout, pouring cum out onto the floor
beneath him.

"eww..., that's nasty...!" stated one of the men as the last man stepped up
to the plate.

	Number nine was a thick guy with an odd looking penis. His dick
(when stretched out) measured well over 15 inches, but could never get
fully erect. When hard, it hung down between his legs like long rope, thick
bulges (otherwise described as knots) angled down the length like the
ridges of anal beads.
	Macnamara was mostly afraid of this dick because it looked
deformed. He had no idea how the dick would feel inside him, nor what the
odd looking phallus might shoot when it came.

	The man grabbed his dick at the head, then aimed it up to Mac's cum
dripping anus and began to stuff it all in. Mac could feel the cock being
forced into his hole, stuffed inward as one might shove clothes into a
sack. In no time he could feel the man's trimmed pelvic hair scratching
against his wet ass, indicating that he had managed to sheath the entire
mass inside. Once embedded, the man began grinding into him, causing his
dick to uncoil inside him.
	Macnamara could feel the dick growing inside him, getting even
thicker as it stretched out inside his ass. Thankfully the man didn't
bother thrusting back and forth, instead he just kept grinding his pelvic
bone, churning his meat around inside the hole. This obviously caused him a
great deal of pleasure, as he would often moan as if in heaven. The
constant grinding caused the uncoiling dicking to pulse and throb as it
rotated around in Mac's colon. He could feel his prostate muscle being
massaged as the ridges rubbed back against it. Macnamara's legs stiffened
as his dick pulsated, then suddenly erupted with a cum geyser which arched
up through the air and shot across Mac's chest. The men all cheered as they
watched the officer orgasm, his body shaking like a leaf as the rest of his
cum shot out onto his heaving stomach.

	The ninth man could feel Macnamara's asshole spasm around his
embedded dick. He ground his hips even harder as his own orgasm began to
hit. Without withdrawing or thrusting even once, he pressed his pelvis into
Mac's plastered buttock and began hosing his insides with the biggest
deluge a man could possess. The cumlot was so big that the back up shot out
of the stretched ring of Macnamara's hole, and splattered out all over the
man's hips and thighs. The rush was so plentiful that it looked as if he
had peed inside Macnamara's ass instead of cumming in it.
	White cream cascaded down his legs and into his socks and shoes as
he continued to stand there with his dick completely embedded in the
officer's ass.

	Macnamara could feel a river of warm sludge moving through his
body. It was as if someone had turned on a water hose of warm water and
stuffed it straight up his ass at full blast. The two men remained locked
together for a long time, until finally the ninth man stepped back and
began to pull his dick free.
	Macnamara could feel every knot of the man's length 15" ridge pull
from his ass, each knot feeling like another dick head being pulled
out. When the head finally emerged, Mac's asshole hung open like a dead
cod's mouth, oozing more semen than a sperm lab. With his ass thoroughly
ravished, Brian Dunn walked over and knelt down on the floor before him. He
stared lovingly at the beaten, battered, and ruined hole, loving the way
the tired anal lips refused to close. Without further ado, he shoved his
face into the ass crack, and began cleaning the dirty hole with his
extended tongue, licking up all the semen. Macnamara's dick stiffened once
again when he felt the warm tongue licking at his sensitive hole. He
couldn't deny how good it felt as Dunn sealed his mouth to the lips and
sucked like a vacuum.
	Macnamara found himself already missing the dicks as his asshole
clamped down around Dunn's probing taster...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-5<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

CENTER CITY

	33 year old Maleece Cortez awakened in a strange bed with a rather
handsome male blonde lying naked beside him. He sat up on his side of the
bed, looking down at the sleeping man with no memory of how he got
there. His head was spinning with that same dull stabbing ache it always
got when he was hung-over. Throwing back the covers, he climbed out of bed
and stumbled his way out into the bathroom to throw up.
	Dropping his head into the toilet, he felt his stomach curl as sour
liquid and mushed food from earlier in the day barfed into the toilet
bowl. Flushing, he made his way over to the sink where he ran cold water
into the basin, cupped his hands until the water flow into his palms, then
splashed it up into his flush face. Why had he drank so much...? Vague
recollections of going to his favorite watering hole after work and
drinking too much beer played back in his mind like skipped scenes in a
badly damaged DVD. He recalled getting drunk, trying to drown out
unresolved feelings he had for his former boyfriend Jake Valentine, feeling
he was in no mood to deal with at the time. He recalled leaving the bar
after a time, and wandering around the city in his car until he happened in
front of a little known place in Center City called The Dungeon. Paying his
admission, he wandered about the place looking at the exotic male dancers
on stage before heading down into the Dungeon where the action was. Maleece
felt hands groping him everywhere as he walked by. His cock grew hard in
his slacks as fingers encircled his stiffness, while strong hands palmed
his firm buttock. He remembered pushing his way through the mass of men
until he came face to face with someone he vaguely remembered.

"My my my..., I haven't seen YOU here in a while...!" said the small
(bookworm) looking man as he stared Maleece in the face. "I've been coming
here practically every night..., hoping to run into you again so I could do
this...!" he said, dropping to his knees in the crowd. Maleece looked
around in shock as the man began fishing out his hardon. No one in the club
was paying much attention as they were all busy in their own worlds
(dancing to loud music, drinking, sexing, etc). Maleece felt his dick fall
out into the open, then felt the warmth of the man's mouth envelop his cock
and began sucking.
	Maleece made no move to stop the man as he blew him right there in
the middle of the Dungeon with hundreds of men standing nearby. Hands came
out of nowhere, feeling, grabbing, stroking, pinching, caressing his body
all over. His shirt was pulled off as hands roamed across his hairy chest,
followed by hot mouths which suckled his nipples into hard tiny erect
rivets.

	The man sucking Maleece was an expert, taking his 7 and 1/2 inch
upward curved banana dick straight down to the balls with every inward
stroke of his throat. He sucked feverishly, as if afraid someone might come
along and steal his meal. He locked his arms about Maleece's waist, then
bobbed his head back and forth in his lap, swallowing his latin meat from
tip to base with every stroke.
	Maleece was in heaven as the loud music beat against his
eardrum. Officially drunk, he felt no remorse for his lack of control. He
merely allowed the man sucking him to have his way, as did the men suckling
his nipples. Someone dropped to their knees behind him, then began kissing
his latino ass. Giving into instinct, Maleece bent forward, giving the man
access into his hairy ass crack. It didn't take long for the man to bury
his face between the taut cheeks, licking his tongue up and down the valley
in search of the hole.

	The man sucking Mal's cock felt the dick stiffen as he sucked
harder, determined to get the thick juice hiding inside. He buried his face
in Maleece's crotch, swallowing his dick straight down to the root as he
nursed along the hard shaft with his throat muscles. Maleece felt the man's
throat massaging his cock shaft, milking him as he locked his lips around
the base. All the while the man behind him continued eating his ass,
darting his tongue in and out of the sensitive muscle as he pried the
cheeks apart with his hands.
	Maleece felt his body starting to betray him as it gave into the
two sensations happening at once, his pants down around his ankles as he
threw back his head in ecstasy. The cock sucker sensed he was about to cum
and waited for the onslaught of gushing semen as Maleece started to fire
rapidly down the back of his massaging throat.

	Maleece moaned and groaned over the loud music as he came down the
cocksucker's throat. The ass eater could feel his climax as his asshole
locked, then spasm around his probing tongue. Maleece felt himself go weak
in the knees when his orgasm hit, after that, everything was a blank...

	Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw the man still sleeping on his
stomach, half of his naked body shaded under silk covers. Maleece estimated
the man to be around 20 to 25 years of age, with a nice physique. Whoever
he was, he definitely kept his body in good shape thought Maleece as he
began to slip on his jeans and sneakers, trying not to wake the man. He
didn't even know his name, and didn't want an embarrassing confrontation
when he woke up to find him sober and with no memory.
	Slipping on his shirt, Maleece quietly collected his belongings,
then slipped out of the bedroom and through the neatly kept living room.
Giving into curiosity, he stopped at the coffee table and picked up the
man's mail, reading the name on the address. `Chad Bradley', now where had
he heard that name before? Taking his leave, Maleece slipped out of the
apartment and down the elevator. A uniformed doorman opened the giant sized
glass doors for him to leave. Looking back at the building once outside, he
saw that he had just left Society Manor, a well to do apartment complex for
some of the city's up and coming elite...


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