Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2010 20:53:55 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II / pt-31

[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-31
Title: DOWN WITH THE SHIP

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

CITY HALL

	52 year old police captain David L. McConnell sat in front of a
view board (which consisted of prominent city figures like Commissioner
Bradley, The City Console, and high ranking members of the Loyal Police
Fraternity), regarding comments and accusations made on a morning news
broadcast connecting McConnell with a subordinate under his command,
--Officer Andrew Roberts.
	McConnell had to explain his relationship with Roberts, dating back
to before Roberts became a Philadelphia police officer. McConnell (along
with his lawyer) talked about how he met Roberts when he was just a
prison's Correctional Officer, far before he was accepted into the Police
Academy. Transcripts dating back to that year showed an email McConnell
sent praising Roberts as `an exceptional Corrections Officer', and giving
his endorsement to members of the Academy while suggesting they accept his
application for enrollment. The Board attempted to use this email to say
McConnell used his status as a prominent police official to push Roberts's
application. McConnell's lawyer argued that there was no legal
documentation that stated city officials could not endorse
applicants. However the question of McConnell's true relationship with
Roberts kept coming up...

"The media indicated that you may have had a SPECIAL relationship with
Roberts..." said The Commissioner, helping head the Inquiry. "...one that
would seem highly inappropriate for a ranking officer and his subordinate!"

"Andrew was my client's roommate, --AS he has stated IN the interview...!"
argued McConnell's lawyer.

"And even if he was more than a roommate..." added McConnell, tired of the
innuendos. "...we were roommates well before he became a police officer...,
so the question of appropriateness is irrelevant!"

"WE The Board WILL determine what is irrelevant, Captain!" said one of the
Board members, promptly.

"So I take it that THAT little speech is an admission of guilt on your
part...?" assumed another.

"My client didn't admit to anything!" countered the lawyer.

"He just defended himself by saying his actions, --though inappropriate...,
were acceptable because it happened BEFORE Roberts became an officer...!"
argued a female member.

"He was making a point..., NOT an admission...!" stated the lawyer.

"The point being what, Councilor...?"

"That this Inquiry is a witch-hunt!" stated McConnell, frustrated.

"You're out of line, Captain!"

"We're not here because of Andy's murder...! Or to FIND Andy's murderer..."
continued McConnell.

"Andy...??" repeated one of the members suspiciously, finding it odd
McConnell would refer to Officer Roberts by nick-name...

"...and we're not here because of an interview I did on television...!
We're here to find out IF the rumors of my homosexuality are true..., isn't
THAT the real reason why we're all here today...?!" he asked, knowing full
well that it had been on the Council's mind since the rumors first began
years ago.

"And...? ARE they...?" asked Bradley, as he and other members of the Board
leaned in closer to hear the answer they've all been dying for.
	McConnell's lawyer tried to stop him from making a terrible
mistake. He whispered to the Captain that admitting his sexuality would be
suicide for his career. He begged McConnell to plead The Fifth, to deny
everything and stick to his story. But McConnell was tired of hiding behind
his badge.
	He looked each member of the Board in the eye, each of them judging
him without ever really knowing him personally. He dedicated most of his
life to the City Of Brotherly Love, protecting it, fighting for it, and
even sacrificing for it when he lost his children in a bitter divorce. If
the City couldn't stand behind his impeccable record as one of the best
Captains to ever serve..., then he didn't need to serve any longer...

"Well...?" asked an impatient Board member, eager to hear the answer.

"Yes!" answered McConnell proudly, with his head held high.

"`Yes' to what...?" asked another member.

"Yes..., I am homosexual!" admitted McConnell, much to the detriment of his
lawyer. "I am also a father..., a man..., a human being..., and a damn good
Captain! My sexuality has NEVER wavered my ability to do my job, make
important decisions, or get the job done in a timely fashion! I have
commanded MANY men under me..., giving orders without a single infraction
on my authority and ability to lead! I see NO Earthly reason why it should
come into play now after ALL THESE YEARS!"

"What of the name..., --Malik Jones?" questioned a Board member, reading
off of notes.

"What about him...?" asked McConnell, swallowing hard as he tried not to
show any emotion.

"Was HE not a roommate of yours as well at some point...?" asked
Commissioner Bradley. "A subordinate in your Precinct from BEFORE you
became roommates, while still UNDER your command...?"

"Officer Jones was going through a tough time mentally at that time..."
defended McConnell, protectively. "...I thought it was in his best interest
to have support and be among friends rather than alone in his single
apartment...!"

"So if we were to subpoena Jones right now and have him come down to
testify to that fact on your behalf..., HE would collaborate your story
that your cohabitation was purely platonic in nature, and not homosexual at
all...?" questioned Bradley, picking his words carefully.
	McConnell looked at his lawyer, showing nervousness for the first
time since the hearing began...


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

	The halls of City Hall are always teeming with people. The doors to
the closed Inquiry opened as members of the Board dispersed (congratulating
each other on a job well done) as McConnell and his lawyer lagged in the
background.

"I'm sorry, David..." said the lawyer, shaking his client's hand
farewell. "...but I TOLD you not to admit to anything...! Under the
circumstances, I think resigning was the best move you could have possibly
made to spare yourself any further embarrassment...!"

"I'm NOT embarrassed by my sexuality, Joe...!" defended McConnell.

"Of course not!" agreed the lawyer, hastily.

"I just..., didn't want to drag Malik down into this..., his career is just
starting, while mine..., is over!" said the now former Captain with a sigh.

"Of course...!" said Console. "Look..., --call me if you need anything,
okay? I have another court date...!" he added before moving on quickly.
	McConnell took a deep breath as he thought about his professional
career coming to an end, --for good this time. What would he do with all of
his spare time?

"David, David, David..." said Commissioner Bradley, stepping down from his
position behind the Boards' seating area as he walked up with one hand
stretched outward to shake while holding his briefcase with the
other... "...no hard feelings...?" he asked with a smirk.
	McConnell chuckled to himself..., knowing all they had were `hard
feelings' for each other. However (being a good sport), he shook the
Commissioner's hand anyway. "You know..., I KNEW this day would come...!"
continued the Commissioner, unable to hold back his contempt. "OH how the
mighty have fallen! You always thought you were so high and mighty...,
above the rest of us, McConnell! Now look at you..., a washed out has-been
with no future in this town! You should have taken your leave 2 years ago
when Edwards fired you...(chap-26 of the original series), at least then
you would have had your dignity and the reputation of standing up for
yourself and your men! Now all you'll only be known for is resigning after
the Andrew Roberts scandal! What a way to end an impressive 20 year career!
You ought to be proud!"

"I can't prove it..., but I KNOW you had something to do with Brian Dunn
being set free after his arrest with tempest Williams!" said McConnell
confidently, enjoying the slight twitch forming in Bradley's left eye. "You
may THINK you're riding high on the hog right now..., but all roaches
scatter when the light is turned on..., and it's only a matter of time
before all of your dirty backwater scandals come to light!" added
McConnell, walking off without so much as a backwards glance.


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

PRECINCT-23

	McConnell returned to his Precinct for the last time. He parked his
car in the `Captain's' assigned spot, then pulled packing boxes out of his
trunk for the last time.
	Walking into the station, he saw his men hard at work, --following
leads, making calls, booking suspects, and doing what they could to make
the City a little safer. From his office window he could see out into the
Squad-Room where Malik and Maleece went over information about Andrew's
case with detectives Rothman and Alexander. He could see the now empty
seats of Macnamara and Hightower, regretting that he would not be around to
see that case put to bed. He could also see his newest detective (Ramone
Davenport), setting behind his desk working. McConnell had just began
contemplating a new relationship with the undercover officer, and was glad
that now (while jobless) he was free to pursue it further without the guilt
of being his superior.

	Ramone had no idea what McConnell was thinking as he went forth
with his work. After being undercover for a year, he was happy to have his
life back. The trappings of working undercover were many. The drugs, the
sex, the power, the money, --all the same trappings that lured drug dealers
into the life in the first place, tempted undercovers as well. While Ramone
was glad that he resisted doing hardcore drugs to fit in with the dealers
(most of the time), he regretted having to use some of the regular
customers for sex practice. One case in point was uniformed officer Jake
Valentine. Ramone fucked the Caucasian officer while off duty after going
to one of Tempest Williams' crack houses to score drugs. Jake wasn't in
uniform when he arrived, but the dealers knew who he was and that he was
fuckable. Ramone (as Diamond) watched in shock as Jake was treated like a
trailer trash whore, thrown to the floor, face and ass fucked without once
defending himself.
	Seeing Jake walk through the Precinct every morning in full
uniform, laughing and smiling with his co-workers as if he had no drug
dependence and no recollection of those days being gang banged by Smooch
and K-lo, made the detective angry. How could someone so fucked up be
allowed to wear a uniform? He thought telling Captain McConnell would have
helped, but so far nothing had become of his talk. Perhaps it was time to
take matters into his own hands...?

	33 year old detective Maleece Cortez was busy comparing crime
reports with collaborating officers Rothman and Alexander. Rothman and
Alexander were heading the investigation into Andrew Roberts murder, and
the connection with another similar murder which happened weeks
before. Coroner reports suggested that the detectives checked out places
where gay men congregated and socialized sexually, places such as bars, sex
shops, bath houses, and clubs. Malik and Maleece checked out one such club,
with very little success. However, Maleece neglected to tell his coworkers
that he had gone back to said club after getting drunk one night, and
allowing two strangers to suck on various parts of his naked body.
	Maleece awoke in one of the stranger's bed, with no memory of how
he got there. He left as soon as he got his wits about him, leaving the
sleeping man alone with no way to contact him.
	Or so he thought...

	Maleece had just looked up over his coworker's shoulder, when he
saw the man (he most recently shared a bed with) walk into the Precinct
wearing an expensive suit. Maleece felt his heart leap into his throat as
he tried to run for cover. Famed ABC television news reporter Chad Bradley
walked up to the Sergeant's Desk, and asked for Maleece Cortez by name. The
desk Sergeant pointed towards the Squad-room, as people began to gasp in
recognition of the local celebrity's fame.
	Chad smiled his award-winning smile as he nodded his head and
greeted strangers while glancing at the names on the desks. Several people
shook his hand, telling him how wonderful he was and how they watched his
reports every day on television. Some (officers) scoffed at him, recalling
how he and other reporters nearly caused their department to shut down from
embarrassment (at the end of Precinct twenty-Three --the original
series). But Chad passed them all by, strutting his way towards the back of
the Squad-room until he found the man he'd been searching for...

"Maleece...?" he called as soon as he reached the detective's
desk. "Maleece Cortez...?"
	Maleece looked up from behind his computer, his puzzled face
masking his recognition as he pretended not to know the man before him.

"Yes...?"

"Hi..." smiled Chad, holding out his hand to shake. "...is there somewhere
we could talk, privately...?" he asked politely.
	Somehow Maleece knew it really wasn't a request...

"uh..., yeah..." he said, looking around for a private area while ignoring
his coworkers amazed stares. "...THIS way!"
	Chad followed Maleece as he led him towards the back of the
station, into the Interrogations hallway.

"What the fuck's THAT all about...?" asked Rothman, looking back at
Maleece's partner (Malik) for answers.

"Hell if I know!" answered Malik, equally baffled.

	Maleece took Chad into one of the rooms...  "What can I do for
you...?" he asked, still pretending not to know him.

"I'm afraid we were never properly introduced..." said Chad, holding out
his hand again. "...I'm Chad Bradley..., --ABC News!"

"Yeah...?" responded Maleece, shaking his hand absentmindedly.

"We uh..., MET at the Dungeon...!" continued Chad, trying to refresh the
officer's memory. "You woke up in my apartment recently, at Society Manor!"
	Maleece couldn't hide his surprise...

"How do you know who I am...?" he asked, having proud himself on his
anonymity.

"I'm a reporter, remember...?" laughed Chad, stating the obvious. When he
didn't see any amusement on Maleece's face, he came clean. "I read your
name and occupation in your I.D. while you were sleeping!" he
admitted. Maleece instantly grabbed his back pocket, feeling for his
wallet. "If you're going to be going to clubs like that..., you might want
to keep your personal information at home!" advised Chad.

"Thanks." said Maleece, dryly. "What do you want...?" he suddenly asked, as
if in a rush to get back to work.

"Well..." sighed Chad, not used to men playing hard to get. "...I was
hoping we could get together again sometime..., perhaps pick up where we
left off maybe...?"

"I don't know..." said Maleece, skeptically. "...I don't usually do that
sort of thing..." he added, feeling the need to say so. "—go to a club
to get sucked off, I mean! I was only there working on an
investigation...!"

"Really...?" asked Chad, intrigued. "May I ask investigating what...?"

"It's confidential!" said Maleece. "I was looking for someone...!"

"A murderer, perhaps...?" inquired Chad.

"I'm a narcotics detective...!" informed Maleece, downplaying.

"Oh..., right...!" recalled Chad, bashfully. "The REPORTER in me, I guess!"
he shrugged. "So..., when can I see you again...?"

"I'm not sure..." said Maleece, scratching the back of his head with a bit
of embarrassment. "Truth be told..., I don't remember a lot about the night
we met...! I woke up in a strange bed..., and hightailed it out of there as
fast as I could!"

"I understand." said Chad, surprisingly un-phased. "How about we start over
from the beginning...? Act like last night never happened? You game with
that?"
	Maleece scratched his head again..., he didn't remember a lot about
his night with Chad Bradley, but he did recall the man had a beautiful body
underneath all those expensive suits. His dick began to stiffen at the
memory of Chad naked in bed, the covers half off of his well toned body...

"Yeah..., sure...!" he agreed, bringing a smile to the popular newsman's
face.

"Good!" said Chad, beside himself with glee. "Here's my number..." he
offered, passing Maleece a personalized card. "...you already know where I
live! Call me when you want to..., meet!"

"Okay!" said Maleece, taking the card and studying the number. Chad shook
his hand one last time before showing himself out. Maleece was still
glowing from the offer when he saw his ex-lover (Jake Valentine) standing
at the other end of the hallway, a hurt look across his jock like
features...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	The Precinct was all abuzz as to why news reporter Chad Bradley was
looking for Maleece Cortez when McConnell came out of his office carrying a
large box of his belongings.
	Officer Ramone was the first to see McConnell removing his stuff...

"David...?" he called, getting up from his desk as he curiously crossed the
room, capturing the attentions of Malik and the other officers. "What's
going on...?"
	McConnell stopped outside his office, having dreaded having to
explain why he was resigning to his men. He had seem most of them transform
from eager boys to productive officers, it would be hard to say goodbye. He
was just about to make his speech, when he saw Chad walking through the
squad room.

"What is HE doing here...?" he asked angrily, narrowing his eyes as Chad
headed for the door.

"He's here to see Maleece...!" said Malik without thought.

"Maleece...?" asked McConnell, wondering if HE was the `source' Chad spoke
of during the interview...?


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

NORTH PHILLY

	Police began to barricade off parts of Ridge Avenue where one of
the city's most notorious drug dealers Whinny The Pooh Graham had been shot
and killed in what was being described as `a gang style killing', after
scores of neighborhood residents began to pile into the area with stuffed
animals, balloons, pictures, and other trinkets marking the site where Pooh
was murdered. Apposers of drug dealers also gathered, marching through the
streets and chanting the words "put an end to the violence!"
	Media coverage set up directly across the street from the scene
captured everything, interviewing residents who wanted to memorialize the
drug king as someone who cared about the streets he lived on... "Pooh was a
man of great integrity..." claimed one man to the cameras as a reporter
began to interview him. "...he gave money out of his own pocket to families
who were hungry..., he helped organize safe areas around playgrounds and
school zones which he deemed them drug and violence free for kids..., he
gave Christmas presents to poor children who otherwise wouldn't have had a
Christmas, and he gave talks to kids in the neighborhood, encouraging them
to stay in school and to get an education while it's still free! He was
much more than a criminal..., he was a MAN!" ...as well as those who
claimed he was the cause for most of the trouble... "He was a murderer!"
stated an apposer, "He and that other guy Tempest Williams used these
streets as shooting targets, killing innocent people caught in the
crossfire and selling drugs to the weak! There's NO WAY a memorial is going
up on this corner! No way, no how!"

	Police presence increased as crowds for both sides got
larger. Hundreds of teddybears, balloons, and sentimental items
commemorating how much the Whinny the man would be missed lined the area
where he was killed. Things started to get out of hand when police began
trying to disperse the crowds. A fight broke out when one apposer threw a
bottle at a supporter, nearly hitting him. All hell broke loose as police
(already armed with tear gas) began shooting it into the crowds, causing
even more of a panic as people and news crews began to run for their
lives...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-6<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

MANAYUNK

	McConnell pulled up outside his condo, with a mass of reporters
camped out front looking to elaborate on the story Chad Bradley had already
broke. McConnell used the back way to enter, knowing he was in no mood to
face hounding reporters just yet.
	He carried his boxes inside through the parking structure, then
used the backstairs to reach his front door. Using his key, he unlocked the
door and went inside, hoping to find peace and serenity in the place he
called home. Instead he found his son (21 year old Elliott) sitting in the
dark alone.

"Oh SHIT...!" laughed McConnell, momentarily startled. "You scared me,
son...!" he stated, placing his box down on the floor. "Are you okay...?"

"Reporters keep calling the house phone..., asking if Andy lived here, and
if I knew what happened to him?"

"What did you say...?" asked McConnell, curiously.

"I told them not to call here no more! But they keep calling! Getting
nastier and nastier! Asking if WE had anything to do with his death?" said
Elliott, visibly shaken by the calls. "They KNOW you're a police officer!
Why would they call here asking those kinds of questions! We ain't have
anything to do with Andy's death!"

"I know, son..., they're just fishing for a story...! They don't care who
they hurt in the process!" said McConnell, heading for the bar.

"But WHY would they think YOU of all people would have anything to do with
that? You're a cop!" stated Elliott.

"Cops have been known to do some odd things." said McConnell, downing his
first drink.
	Elliott noticed his dad's box sitting on the floor, housing
personal items from his office at work...

"What's that, dad...?" he asked, having a bad feeling.
	McConnell downed his second drink...

"I resigned today, son!" he answered, feeling the alcohol burn through his
chest.

"Resigned...?" asked Elliott, knowing his job was his dad's life. "WHY??"

"Because..." started McConnell, pausing for his third drink. "...I quit
before I got fired!"

"Fired for what...?!!" asked Elliott.

"There's a lot of people in politics who look down on homosexuals,
Elliott..., and didn't like the idea of one running a precinct full of men!
So I quit! It's no big deal...!"

"After ALL the years you put into being a cop...?" asked Elliott,
angrily. "They oughta know you better than that dad!"

"I agree, son!" said McConnell, cut off by the ringing of the house
phone. He could see the startled frustration in his son's face as the
ringing began to take its toll on him. "Why don't you go stay over your
friend Rahiem's house for awhile...? Just until all of this is over!"

"I..., don't wanna leave you here all alone...!" argued Elliott.

"It'll be okay..." assured McConnell. "...without you here, I could focus
more on the case..., find out what REALLY happened to Andy!"

"Are you SURE, dad...?" asked Elliott, secretly liking the idea of sleeping
with his best buddy every night.

"Yeah, I'm sure!" smiled McConnell, giving Elliott a hug before sending him
to his room to pack some clothes. The phone stopped ringing shortly before
Elliott reached his room. McConnell walked over to the answering machine to
check his messages, seeing that he had 47 messages. Knowing the majority
were reporters, he erased them all without listening, turning the ringer
off as well.
	Elliott was back in a flash, back pack draped over his shoulder...

"Call me as soon as you get there, okay?" asked McConnell, giving his son
one final hug before sending him on his way.
	Elliott wrapped his arms about his dad's body, enjoying the hug
more than he knew he should...

"Okay, dad...!" he said, breaking off as he headed for the door.
	McConnell watched as his son slowly disappeared, leaving him alone
for the first time in over a year...

	McConnell enjoyed several more glasses of wine before finally
deciding to turn in for the night. He pulled off his clothes, tossing them
(uncharacteristically) on the floor then headed into the bathroom for a
long lingering shower.
	The stream of hot water felt good against his naked skin, cleansing
away the pressures of the day. He thought about all the years he had
devoted himself to his job, alienating his friends, his family, his
children, and countless love interests all for the sake of his job. Now
here he stood alone at 52, single with no family, no job, no lover, and
(other than Elliott) no children who truly cared for him. He devoted his
time to an entity that didn't love him back.

	After spending nearly 30 minutes in the shower feeling sorry for
himself, McConnell got out and toweled himself off. Hearing something in
the living room, he wrapped the towel loosely about his trim waist and
opened the bathroom door. "Elliott...?" he called into the darkened room,
seeing no one. Stepping out into the open, he felt someone sneak up on him
from behind, gripping him in a strong headlock. McConnell only had a few
seconds to struggle before feeling a wet cloth over his breathing
extremities. Without thinking he breathed in, taking in a deep dose of
chloroform. In seconds he could feel his body becoming weak, as his
assailant slowly eased him down to the floor, never releasing his lock...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-7<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	McConnell finally began to come to with a terrible headache ringing
through his ears (the usual side effects of chloroform). His vision was
somewhat blurry, but he could easily make out that he was no longer
home. His hands were conspicuously tied above his head, thin ropes keeping
him thoroughly secured. His legs were bent over his head (tied at the knees
to the bedrail), doubling his body in half and leaving his ass
exposed. McConnell quickly noticed he was naked...
	From the corner of his eye he saw movement. A man, all dressed in
black camouflage and a hooded mask was standing to the side of the room,
doing something just out of view...

"Wh..." started McConnell, his throat suddenly dry as his voice crackled
just above a whisper. "...who...ARE you...?" he managed to ask, swallowing
hard to lubricate his throat.
	The man looked over (his eyes shrouded behind dark goggles),
acknowledging McConnell only briefly before going back to whatever he was
doing. "Who..., who ARE YOU...?!" repeated McConnell louder, having no idea
who his captor was or why he was being singled out? His first thought was
of Andy! Andy's attackers had him naked and bound as well! Could the
killers have heard his threat during the interview with Chad Bradley and
come looking for him? "My..., my name is..., --David McConnell...! I'm...a
Philadelphia police officer...!" he declared, making sure they knew who he
was in case of mistaken identity. "If I am harmed or killed..., people WILL
miss me and come looking for you! You won't get away with this, whoever you
are!"
	McConnell waited for a reply, which never came. "Are you listening
to me...?! What do you want from me...??!"

	Suddenly the man stepped out into the open, carrying a video
camera. McConnell lay helpless as his captor videotaped him lying naked in
bed, tied about the hands and legs in a vulnerable (subservient) position.
	Was this his captor's ploy..., to blackmail him? To embarrass him
with naked pictures which he would most likely download onto the Internet?
Who would be behind such a plot? Commissioner Bradley?

	McConnell watched as the man circled the bed, getting a close view
of his face and body so there would be no mistaken who he was. Once done,
he placed the camera on a tripod beside the bed, then proceeded to undo his
belt...
	McConnell's eyes widened with fear when he realized the captor
intended to do more than just show nudes. He struggled against the ropes,
trying to wiggle free but to no avail. Each time he pulled at the ropes,
the knots tightened, making it impossible to move more than a few
inches. He watched as the man pulled down his camouflaged pants, revealing
the enormous black 8 and 1/2 inch hardon he had hiding inside (at least he
now knew what race his attacker was). McConnell began pleading to the man,
trying to appeal to his sense of honor, but the man simply finished
stripping naked from the waist down then reached for a bottle of anal
lubricant and began massaging the greasy oils along his
erection. Afterwards he used his fingers to smear some onto McConnell's
bare ass crack, pushing 3 of his thick fingers into the former captain's
asshole. McConnell tensed when he felt the fingers push through him. It had
been quite some time since he had allowed himself to be anally penetrated,
only recently allowing detective Davenport the opportunity after a long gap
in receiving anal sex. The fingers were roughly pulled back and forth,
stretching the tight fighting rectal muscles as the sphincters fought to
repel them. After lubing, the attacker added more lube to his fat dick,
stroking his fist up and down the thick length until it was sloppy wet and
dripping lubricant. Adjusting the camera angles to record the scene in two
different directions, he climbed up onto the bed behind McConnell's spread
buttock. He then proceeded to rub the head of his dick up and down the
slick hairy valley of McConnell's ass crack, ignoring the former officer's
pleas to be let go. After taunting him for a few agonizing minutes, he
aimed his dick up to the tight hole and shoved in. McConnell let out a loud
manly scream as the dick quickly penetrated his anal ring, then buried
itself all the way into his bowels in one frightful plunge. It was clear
that the attacker was enjoying the fruits of his rape as he ground his
hairy pelvic bone against McConnell's ass cheeks while the angry sphincter
muscles squeezed and flexed madly about his deeply embedded shaft, trying
in vain to push the invader out.

	McConnell groaned in serious pain as he was forced to submit to his
attacker. Before his body could even adjust, the assailant leaned in over
top him in pushup-position (giving the stationary camera at the foot of the
bed full view of his embedded shaft), then began the endless task of
humping back and forth, effectively butt fucking his captive for his
audience.
	McConnell was fully aware he was being videotaped, but was helpless
to stop it as he was forced to grit his teeth and bear it. He could feel
the fat prod of his attacker's thick dick pulling out of his ass, the girth
ripping his insides apart on the withdrawal before suddenly pushing back up
inside him, plunging deeply into his tight convulsing rectum. A small TV
monitor sitting beside the bed showed the two camera angles as they were
being recorded. One (at the foot of the bed) showed the assailant's dick
sliding roughly in and out of McConnell's asshole, the thick hard shaft
driving deep between the spread hairy cheeks as it moved steadily to and
fro. The other angle (beside the bed) showed McConnell doubled over with
his legs bound overhead, his arms stretched out above him with his attacker
doing pushups on top of him, the side view of his dick sliding in and out
of his ass. McConnell noticed with the black camouflage and dark toned skin
of his attacker, that the camera could easily pick up the sight of his dark
dick moving in and out of his light toned mulatto body from either angle,
making it impossible to miss.

	McConnell looked up into the ski mask of the man on top of him,
hoping to see some remnants of his eyes for recognition. But all he could
see was his own reflection as the blank emotionless face above stared back
down at him. The room filled with increasingly loud slapping sounds of his
attacker's hips slapping against his bare ass as McConnell's moans rose to
match the squeaking noises of the popping bedsprings. Each thrust into his
body caused the bed to bounce as the weight of two fully grown men sank
into the mattress beneath them. Soon the bed was rocking back and forth,
unable to stay stationary under the continued assault thriving on top.
	To McConnell's horror his own 9 and 1/2 inch dick began to rise
despite his predicament. It grew and stretched out across his crinkled
stomach, sticking out from his crotch for the side-view camera to see. He
could practically hear his attacker smirking, knowing the forced rape was
turning him on. McConnell didn't know what the man intended to do with the
film, but it would be obvious to anyone watching that he was getting
aroused by the treatment.

	To McConnell surprise the attacker took mercy on his erection, and
dropped down into kneeling position (his dick still deeply planted in
McConnell's gripping rectum) to grab the former captain's hardon. McConnell
jumped (not knowing what the man had in stored for his penis), then
squirmed uncomfortably as the man began to stroke his dick for him.
	McConnell struggled against the ropes, not wanting to be pleased by
the man who would abduct him from his own home, tie him down and videotape
his un-consented rape. But despite the circumstances, McConnell's dick (and
body) began to respond, growing more aroused as the head began to leak
pre-cum.

"Noooo..., don't..., please...!" begged McConnell, not wanting to give in
to his attacker.
	But the man ignored him, stroking his dick steadily as he slowly
rammed his own dick in and out of his hole. McConnell could feel all the
anger, rage, frustration, and sorrow in his body start to mingle into one
gigantic pit of emotions. He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip as he
tried to steel his body, keeping it from feeling pleasure. But the stroking
hand and probing phallus proved too much for the sex starved McConnell, as
his dick suddenly thickened and then started pumping thick ropey strands of
creamy white cum all over his salt and pepper sprinkled
chest. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH GOD...!!!" he screamed at his release, shooting
above his own head.
	His attacked resumed doing his pushups, stretching his arms out
above McConnell as he humped his ass up and down to drive his dick home
with every stroke. McConnell was still in the thrall of orgasm when his
attacker suddenly shoved all the way in and came.

"ARRRHHHGGGG...!!!" yelled the man behind the mask, his thick well toned
body trembling uncontrollably as he emptied his ball sac in the bottom
man's ass, the camera picking up every jerk and contraction his nuts made
as they pumped out his thick rich cream.
	Losing strength, he pulled out of McConnell's well fucked hole and
stumbled off onto the side of the bed. McConnell was still panting
breathlessly, his burning asshole aching with desire as it pulsed in and
out, breathing on its own. He kept a wary eye on his captor, wondering what
would happen now that the worse was over?
	Or WAS it?

	McConnell watched curiously as the man slowly regained his
strength, sliding back into his black camouflage pants before stepping out
of sight. McConnell could hear him moving about, pulling something out of a
box. He watched as the man returned with an odd looking contraption. He set
it up at the foot of the bed, adjacent to the camera which was still
rolling. McConnell had no idea what the contraption was, until the man
brandished a large dildo which he then attached to the end of a long
arm. He aimed the arm (and the dildo) down towards McConnell's anus,
aligning them perfectly. Then he poised his finger on the `start' button...

"Don't...! Please...!" was all McConnell had time to say before the button
was pushed, and the arm of the contraption shot forth, burying the 10"
dildo with one plunge. "AARRRHHH!!" yelled McConnell as the rubber dick
penetrated through his bowels, then started to ram back and forth and top
speed.
	The man stood and watched for a few moments (admiring his
handiwork) before finally taking his leave. "No...! Please..., don't go!
Don't leave me alone like this!" pleaded the older man as his assailant
turned a deaf ear, turning out the lights before leaving McConnell alone to
suffer his fate in the dark.


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