Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2010 15:26:24 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II / pt-35

[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-35
Title: URBAN LEGEND

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	McConnell looked up into his assailant's mask pleadingly, knowing
words would never stop him from doing what he wanted. He could feel a
numbness in his rectum as gobs of oil based lube excreted from his swollen
anal lips. He watched as the man aligned his erection, then shoved himself
inside. Both men gasped aloud from the entry, one from the smoothness of an
organic tool sliding evenly through his aching rectum, and the other from
the silky wetness enveloping him. He ground his pelvic bone into
McConnell's backside for a moment, enjoying the depths of his hot hole
before pulling back to fuck.
	He pounded McConnell's ass with a vengeance, using his dick as a
weapon as it bore its way through the prone man's body with all the grace
of a runaway sledgehammer. McConnell groaned and grunted in response, his
tender loins unable to handle the pummeling as his hard dick (already on
the verge of cumming) pulsed and throbbed in a dry orgasm. McConnell
screamed out loud in joyous pain as nothing shot from his aching manhood,
his balls contracting but producing nothing as they had already been
drained dry.

	McConnell continued to lay there, his body no longer his own to
rule as his assailant kept on fucking him straight through his dry
orgasm. On monitor he could see his swollen anus sucking the man's thick
plunging shaft as it pumped through him, the red bloated lips clinging to
the black shaft as if trying to reach out and grab it. McConnell wasn't
sure just how much more punishment his tired old body could take, when he
suddenly saw the first signs that his assailant was about to cum.
	He heard the man gasping as his fuck thrust increased, his hips
slapping into McConnell's backside like an angry paddle. He could see the
man's muscles beginning to bulge as his body tensed from the
strain. McConnell looked down between their slapping bodies to see the
man's dark dick tunneling through him, the thick base and course pubic
hairs the only things visible before their crashing bodies collided for the
last time.

"AAAARRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!!" yelled the man loudly as he came, shooting a
firestorm of hot cum directly into McConnell's battered body. McConnell
could feel every pump and pulse the throbbing dick made inside his now
super sensitive hole, the warm cum somehow soothing his aching innards as
it bathed his bowels in warm wetness.
	The man collapsed against McConnell weakly as he came, gasping for
breath in a series of hard pants. McConnell could feel the man's heartbeat
against his chest, even as his draining dick began to fell from his no
longer tight hole. When the man finally regained his strength, he got up
and prepared to reinsert the Analyzer when McConnell began to protest...

"Wait...!" yelled the older man, his throat dry and crackly from
dehydration. "Why are you doing this to me...?! WHO are you...?! What have
I done to you...?! Why won't you talk to me...?! Why do you hide behind
that mask like a coward??!"

"I'm raping you as YOU have raped my family...!" responded the man, his
voice muffled slightly under the mask.

"Raped your family...??" questioned McConnell, believing the man meant
literally. "I don't know what you're talking about! I haven't raped
anyone!"

"No...?" asked the man, ripping off his mask dramatically to reveal his
true identity.
	McConnell's eyes widened in recognition as they focused in on the
assailant's face...

"Rodney Ellis...!" said the older men, looking in complete shock.

"NOW you remember, don't you...?!" asked Ellis, his face full of
anger. "You nearly ruined my parent's marriage when you tried to steal my
pop from my mom...! I could always hear them yelling at night, fighting
about where he'd been and who he was seeing...! But when my father turned
you down, you made it your mission to try to get back at him! And when all
else failed, you sent your man into his prison to set him up! It's YOUR
fault that my father's in prison!"

"I don't know what kind of lies your father's been feeding you, Rodney...,
but I am NOT the source of his demise! I was NEVER a willing participant in
our relationship...! Your father FORCED me to cooperate after raping me
back when we were uniformed officers, by threatening to go to my wife and
family about it! I couldn't have them thinking ill of me back then, so I
cooperated for as long as I could! But I wasn't the only slave your father
had..., he had a slew of male and female sex slaves all over the city! Drug
dealers, prostitutes, shop owners, regular people on the streets..., he
fucked whoever he wanted whenever he wanted!"

"You're lying!" yelled Ellis, balling his fists as if to attack. "YOU'RE
the one that seduced MY DAD! YOU made him perverse...!"
	McConnell's eyes widened at that last statement. He stared Rodney
Ellis up and down, seeing not just a fully grown man for the first time,
but a frightened little boy. A little boy abused...

"Rodney..." started McConnell, swallowing hard as the words nearly got lost
in his throat. "...did your father..., TOUCH you as a child...?"
	The look of turmoil and utter shame on Ellis' sad ridden face told
McConnell what he needed to know. It never occurred to the officer that if
Ellis was abusing him as a fellow cop, that he might be abusing his sons at
home as well. McConnell suddenly felt his heart go out to Ellis and his
brother Gary, knowing what life must have been like in a volatile household
with a father who was physically abusing them. All of a sudden he
understood Rodney's anger towards him, for being his dad's partner and
never coming to their rescue! "I'm SORRY, Rodney..., I didn't know...!"

"You didn't care!" argued Ellis in tears.

"I DO care...!" countered McConnell. "That's why your father's behind bars
now, because of what he did you and your brother...! What he did to the two
of you, he also did to ME and a lot of other people who didn't deserve it!
His punishment was a long time coming..., but he's paying for it now!
Believe me..., he's paying for it!" reasoned McConnell as Ellis walked
closer to the bed. Still securely tied, McConnell was unable to defend
himself as he stared up into the grown man's face with empathy.
	It was hard to read Ellis' tearful facial expression, McConnell
didn't know if he was still angry or not, and fully expected the
confrontation to get violent. His heart leaped up into his throat when
Ellis bent down and picked up a large army knife from his camouflage. He
hesitated a few seconds as if trying to decide the best way to kill
McConnell slowly. McConnell breathed a sigh of relief when instead of his
throat, Ellis cut the ropes holding his hands together over his head. But
before he could be set free, Ellis fell down to his knees in sobs, his
tearful face buried in McConnell's belly as years of childhood abuse
finally caught up with him.
	McConnell found himself cradling Ellis' head in his hands, telling
him everything would be okay...


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MANAYUNK

	21 year old Elliott McConnell, his friend Raheim, and police
detectives Malik Jones and Ramone Davenport gathered in McConnell's condo,
trying to gather evidence of his disappearance. "His cell phone's still
here...!" said Malik, coming out of the bedroom with McConnell's personal
items. "His cell phone, his wallet, his watch, his clothes, his
suitcases..., he obviously didn't go very far...!"

"His car is still parked in the garage too..." said Ramone, coming back in
from outside. "...that rules out taking any remote drives out of state...!"

"THINK Elliott..." insisted Malik, "...is there anywhere you can think of
that your dad might've went where he might not need his car, or his cell
phone...? Someplace close by..., maybe in walking distance like another
home..., or a friend's place...?"

"Not that I know of...!" said Elliott, feeling pressured. "He likes to jog
around the Schuylkill sometimes...!"

"The river...!" said Malik, looking up at Ramone concerned.

"I'll call it in...!" said Ramone, pulling out his cell phone.

"What...?" asked Elliott, not liking the looks on the detective's
faces. "You think my dad might be in the river...?!" he asked, getting
hysterical. "The RIVER...??!!"

"Calm down, Elliott..., it's just a precaution..." said Malik, as Raheim
put his arm about his friend for support.
	Ramone was just about to report McConnell's disappearance and their
belief that he might be in the park or the nearby river, when McConnell
suddenly walked through the door (wearing black camouflage).

"DAD!!!" called Elliott, jumping into his father's arms like a little child
as Malik and Ramone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where the HELL have you been...?" asked Ramone, happy to see McConnell's
smiling face. "We were just about to drag the river looking for your
body...!"

"I'm good..., everything's good..." said McConnell, kissing his boy on the
forehead lovingly...


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

PIEDMONT PENITENTARY

	Prisoner Dennis Ellis was led into a private room by a prison
Corrections Officer (one Ellis had to bribe by giving a standard blow job,
his only sense of currency behind bars), to meet with his son Rodney. Ellis
was giddy with delight when he saw the TV and video equipment already set
up in the room as the officer removed his handcuffs and placed him in his
seat at the table. "Wait here, your son will be in in a moment...!" ordered
the guard, grabbing his crotch to let Ellis know he did a good job. Ellis
had become quite accustomed to using his mouth for service, having been
forced into submission by members of the Mandingo gang.
	Ellis waited impatiently as the cell door was reopened, and his son
Rodney walked in. Rodney thanked the guard for his hospitality, passing him
a few folded dollars so his father couldn't see how much it was. The guard
took the money and ran, locking the door behind him.

"You DID it...?" asked Ellis eagerly, feeling like a kid on Christmas.

"Yeah..., I did it..." answered Rodney, pulling a dvd cassette out of his
pocket.
	Ellis was on pins and needles, waiting to see McConnell suffer on
film. He had waited a long time for this. Had it not been for McConnell
sneaking in his undercover agent, he would still be in charge of the
prison!

"You know..., you didn't have to pay the guard off..." informed Ellis as he
watched his son load up the dvd. "...I already paid him for the room and
the equipment!"

"I know..." said Rodney, grabbing the remote as he stepped back from the
television. "...I paid him for privacy..., no one will disturb us until
we're done!"

"Good idea..." smiled Ellis from ear to ear. "...I might want to jack off
while watching you fuck the shit out of McConnell! Did you fuck him hard
like I told you to...? Did you make him scream in pain like a little
bitch...?"

"There were some revelations on his part...!" admitted Rodney, staring back
at his father.

"Revelations...? I like that!" laughed Ellis, hoping to see it all.
	The video started with McConnell lying naked on his back in bed,
his arms and legs tied overhead with his bare ass exposed to the camera,
giving Ellis a clear uninterrupted view of McConnell's hairy asshole. "Oh
I'm loving this already...!" smiled Ellis, reaching down into his crotch to
feel his boner through his orange jumpsuit. `Wh..., who...ARE you...?'
asked McConnell, his voice sounding frightened. `My name is...' Then all of
a sudden the video changed to Rodney crying on McConnell's stomach,
McConnell softly cradling his head in his hands with the look of empathy on
his face. What the hell is this...??" asked Ellis, angrily. The video then
jumped to McConnell riding Rodney doggy style, holding the 190 pound
muscular black man by the waist as he fucked well into his tight ass.
	Ellis looked up at his son in wonderment. "What the hell's going on
here...? THIS ain't the video I told you to make!"

"Keep watching, dad..." insisted Rodney, never taking his eyes off his
father as Ellis looked back at the screen. He could see McConnell's high
yellow ass humping into his son's dark skin ass, the camera capturing the
sight of McConnell's large yellow dick sliding in and out of Rodney's tight
anal ring. `Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me! Give me that dick daddy...! Give it to
me, David...! I wish YOU were my father!' grunted Rodney on video.
	Ellis' eyes shot over at his son, then back at the screen when he
heard the unmistakable sounds of climax. `Fuck..., I'm cumming! You're
making me cum, daddy!' shouted Rodney, stroking his dick from below as he
shot fresh thick ropes of white cream all over the bed for the camera. At
that very moment McConnell began to hammer at his hole, thrusting all the
way up inside him until he too began to cum. `AARRRHHHH YEAH..., I'm
cumming too, son!' yelled McConnell, the camera capturing his pulsating
shaft and contracting balls as he dumped his load into Ellis' son's
ass. Ellis saw red when he saw McConnell's dick firing load after load into
his son's violated anus. Ellis jumped up from his seat, charging after his
son whom stood his ground for the first time against his dad. Rodney Ellis
reached back with his fist, then swung forward with all of his might, using
years of pent up rage as a weapon as he punched his father dead in the
nose. Dennis Ellis fell backwards, blood gushing from his broken nose in a
river of red. But Rodney wasn't done with his father just yet. He grabbed
Ellis by the collar of his orange jumpsuit, then proceeded to bitch slap
him back and forth like a rag doll. Once Ellis was delirious, Rodney
flipped his father over the broad wooden table, then yanked down his jumper
to expose his fat black ass. Rodney parted his dad's ass cheeks, hoping to
use a small bottle of KY he had hidden in his pocket for lube. But once
Rodney saw his father's cummy hole (a fresh drop of semen already escaping
the swollen abused anal lips), he knew he didn't need the lube.

	Rodney pulled his hardon free from his pants, stepped up behind his
father, then rammed his dick straight up into his ass with one
thrust. Ellis fully expected his dad to scream in shock at the rough entry,
but was surprised when Ellis merely grunted, his asshole already used to
being pummeled regularly by inmates.
	Rodney grabbed his father by the waist, then started to hammer hard
into his backside, slapping his pelvis into his wide spread ass.

	Ellis could feel his son's dick moving through him, battering a
path through his cum clogged rectum as the spent sperms of convicts who
already dumped in him earlier in the day coated his son's shaft in convict
slime. Strangely Ellis wasn't angry that his son was using his ass as a
pussy. In fact, he was quite happy that his son was showing the signs of a
real man, taking control and taking what he wanted! It made Ellis feel
proud that he raised a man who could treat his father like a fuck toy.
	Despite his broken nose, Ellis found himself pushing back onto his
son's dick, taking the entire shaft from the fat juicy head all the way
down to the ripe ball sac. He could feel the power behind his son's thrust,
the power of a man in charge. Ellis felt proud to be on the receiving end
of his son's dick, knowing he helped create him into the monster he is
today.

	Rodney fucked well into his daddy's ass, using every bit of
strength he had until he felt his orgasm building up from his toes. He
could feel himself getting closer to climax as he gripped his dad tighter
and fucked into his ass harder. He could feel the cum dripping from his
father's used hole, the slick slime coating his dick and flopping balls as
he pumped back and forth. The cum helped slicken his father's canal, making
easier to fuck. He hammered in as hard as he could, punishing his dad for
being a bad father. Just when he thought he couldn't stand another moment
of sweet satisfaction, he rammed himself all the way up inside his dad's
anal canal and came, firing 10 thick bursts of hot cream straight into his
father's warm accepting gut.
	Ellis felt the thick dick throbbing inside him, hosing his already
cum drenched innards with a fresh batch of ball juice. But Rodney's deluge
was special, Ellis found himself climaxing prematurely under the table
without benefit of touching himself. The cum just shot straight out of him
in spurts, coating the flood in creamy rich seed. Rodney yanked his dick
out of his dad's milking hole, stepping back as he noticed the cum on the
floor under his father's dripping dick.

"That was SOME fuck, son..." said Ellis, turning around as he held his hand
up to his bleeding nose. "...THAT was what I wanted to see you do to
McConnell!"

"McConnell wasn't MY enemy, dad..., YOU were!" said Rodney, tucking his
spent dick back into his pants as he went to retrieve the video.

"I'm not you enemy, son! I'm your father!" argued Ellis.

"You're just some asshole who impregnated my mother!" countered Rodney,
emotionally. "Just as I just impregnated YOU! That don't make you my dad!"
	Ellis looked in shock as Rodney pounded on the door for the guard's
attention.

"You only get ONE father in this world, Rodney...! Mark my words..., you'll
regret turning you back on me!" yelled Ellis as the cell door opened and
Rodney walked out. The prison guard looked at Ellis (standing in the room
with his orange jumpsuit down around his ankles, his thick dick still
dripping remnants of cum, and bleeding profusely from his broken nose) and
smiled. Obviously another successful family reunion --he thought to
himself.


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

MANAYUNK

	After a long explanation about Rodney Ellis and where he'd been for
the last few days, McConnell sent Malik back home to Marvin where he
belonged, and Elliott back to Raheim's apartment so he and Ramone could
have some private time alone.
	While McConnell relaxed in the bath tub (soothing his aching
muscles after being tied up for days), Ramone went to work cooking in the
kitchen. He spent the better part of 90 minutes chopping vegetables,
seasoning and cooking meat, slicing potatoes, baking, frying, and sautéing
his heart out. By the time McConnell came out of the bedroom (dressed
casually in sweat pants and a t-shirt), Ramone had dinner ready.

"I hope you're hungry...?" he asked, placing two full plates on the dining
room table.

"Actually..., I'm famished!" smiled McConnell, realizing he hadn't eaten.
	He took a seat at the table while Ramone rushed back into the
kitchen. "Where do you keep your wine glasses...?" he asked, searching.

"Top cabinet!" yelled McConnell, his stomach beginning to growl as he
stared down at his plate.
	Ramone came back in with two wine glasses and a bottle of red
Moet. He poured the wine as McConnell sampled the food.

"This is delicious!" he smiled, his taste-buds full of flavor.

"Welcome home!" smiled Ramone sincerely, looking as sexy as ever.
	McConnell leaned over and gave him a kiss, a kiss which quickly
tuned into something more as both men began swabbing each other's mouths at
the table.

"Do you mind if I eat later...?" asked McConnell, horny as hell.

"Not at all!" said Ramone, jumping up from the table as both men raced into
the bedroom.

	Inside Ramone found McConnell had lit the entire room with scented
candles, creating a soft romantic light across the room as the two men
embraced in another kiss. Ramone felt McConnell's hands on his ass, and
knew what the man had in mind. They began removing each other's clothes,
stripping naked before lying in bed on their sides in 69 position.
	Sucking each other's dicks, both men wasted precious little time
with warm-ups, each took the other's big dick into their mouths and began
sucking as if their lives depended on it. Ramone (having had the least
experience) couldn't take as much as McConnell could, using his hand to
stroke most of the Captain's hard shaft while nursing the fat head between
his lips. McConnell however had no problem swallowing Ramone's fat 10 and
1/2 incher down to the balls, ballooning his throat to fit the fat monster
as he mashed his face in the younger man's crotch.

	Ramone's moaned loudly as McConnell expertly sucked his meat. He
marveled at the former officer's ability to take him whole, while never
giving off the air of homosexuality at work. Ramone found himself trying to
imitate McConnell's moves, trying to take the older man's thick 9 and 1/2
inch mulatto dick into his throat, and gagging with every attempt. "Don't
worry, you'll get the hang of it eventually..." said McConnell, pulling off
Ramone's thick monster. "...you'll have plenty of practice!"

"I like that idea...!" smiled Ramone, wanting the chance to learn how to
throat like the Captain. McConnell ducked his head back down into Ramone's
privates, this time sucking his hairy balls and licking towards his
asshole.
	Ramone lifted his legs instinctively as McConnell liked his way
closer to his back door. He spread the dark brown cheeks, making room for
his face as he pressed his mug up in-between the twin globes. Ramone moaned
aloud as McConnell's tongue searched the crevice for his hole, zeroing in
once found as it began drilling its way inside.

	For the next 30 minutes McConnell ate Ramone's ass, turning him on
his stomach as he lay out on the bed behind him, his face pressed face down
in the younger's man's ass like a tattoo.
	Slobbering all over the hole, McConnell tongue fucked Ramone until
the handsome officer was pushing his buttock back into him, begging
McConnell for something more substantial. McConnell climbed up on top of
Ramone (grabbing the lube off the nightstand), and proceeded to press his
hardon into the officer's ass.

	Ramone tensed as the dick head pried its way into his lubed
hole. McConnell made sure to take his time and move slowly so Ramone
wouldn't feel any of the anxieties of his first rape at the Thug Fest
(chap-17), where the drug dealer Kane took Ramone's virginity in front of
Tempest Williams.
	It took nearly 10 minutes to finally sheath his entire shaft in the
officer's ultra tight ass, but McConnell was rewarded by a series of erotic
moans from Ramone which told him he was going a good job.

	Ramone felt the dick press up inside him, stretching his gripping
anal walls as it slipped slickly in and out of him. The pain was
excruciating (despite McConnell's 30 minute attempt to loosen him orally),
but Ramone knew he could bare it as he really wanted desperately to please
McConnell.
	McConnell fucked in and out of Ramone's ass slow and cautiously,
careful not too go too deeply too fast and cause the inexperienced male any
unnecessary pain. Taking short shallow strokes, he waited until Ramone was
comfortable enough to take more. Eventually he began adding longer thrusts,
giving Ramone up to 7" of hard dick at a time. Ramone felt his ass
beginning to enjoy the rhythmic beat of McConnell's thrusts. Spreading his
legs he allowed the Captain to probe as deeply as he could, arching his
back to elevate his ass more invitingly. McConnell took advantage of the
offer and began thrusting even deeper, giving Ramone all 9 and 1/2 inches
of rock solid meat with every stroke.

"aww fuck...! I can't believe it...! I can't believe you're actually
FUCKING ME...!" gasped Ramone, burying his head in the pillows to stifle
his erotic screams. "You're fucking me and it doesn't hurt! It actually
feels good!"

"This is what sex is supposed to be like...!" stated McConnell, leaning
down on top of Ramone's back as he began kissing the back of his neck and
shoulders. Ramone tilted his head sideways, feeling McConnell's lips on the
side of his face. Stretching his neck, he half turned until their mouths
met. Ramone stuck out his tongue as McConnell sucked it, taking the whole
wet muscle into his mouth while driving his dick home with every thrust.

"Oh my god this feels good...!" gasped Ramone between kisses. "Don't
stop...! Keep fucking me until you cum! I want to feel you cum in me again!
Fill me with you nut, Captain!"

"I WILL, solder!" said McConnell, humping harder as he drove his dick in
and out of the bottom man's tight hole.
	McConnell could feel the friction of Ramon's hairy asshole sucking
his sliding shaft, the course hairs around his tunnel acting as ticklers as
they excited his shaft t the point of wanting to blow.
	McConnell picked up the pace as he started to bang into
Ramone. Ramone's erotic moans of pleasure started to sound more and more
painful as the soreness returned to his anus. He grit his teeth, trying to
bear the pain as McConnell fucked through him. His face scrunched with
every stroke as his grunts became louder and louder. Soon he was screaming
as if on fire as McConnell slapped his pelvic bone into his ass with
abusive strokes. Luckily it only lasted as few minutes before McConnell
gave one final plunge, then erupted a sea of sperm directly into Ramona's
battered gut.

"ARRRRRRRRRHHHHH FUCK, YEAHHHH...!!!" shouted McConnell, having the cum of
his life.
	Ramone panted breathlessly underneath him, feeling the dick pulse
and throb in his cum coated bowels. He loved feeling the Captain throb
inside him, his body heavy on top of him as his arms gripped him in a vice
lock so he couldn't get away.

	McConnell feel exhausted against Ramone's back, feeling the essence
of his soul pump out of him through his dick. After a few minutes he felt
his strength slowly return as he pulled up and out of his lover. Rolling
Ramone over onto his back, McConnell grabbed the bottle of anal lube
sitting beside them in bed and began lubing Ramone's stiff standing
ramrod. He anointed a dab to his asshole, then positioned himself over the
swollen monster. Locking eyes, he lowered himself onto the pole, feeling it
pass straight through him much easier than expected.
	McConnell ground his ass down in Ramone's groin, sheathing his
entire shaft in his ass before riding it like a bull rider. Ramone lay back
in bed watching McConnell fuck himself on his dick. He looked down to see
(just beyond the Captain's low hanging balls and dangling rubbery dick) his
own hard dick standing straight up as McConnell's asslips rode up and down
the dark shaft. McConnell leaned forward, kissing Ramone in the mouth while
they fucked. Ramone grabbed the Captain's hips and began thrusting up into
him, fucking the ass from below. The two men breathed in each other's air
as the mixed and mingled spit, swabbing each other's mouths lustfully as
Ramone began thrusting up higher with his hips, driving his dick in deeper.

"Fuck that ass, solder!" moaned McConnell between kisses, encouraging
Ramone to go harder. "Make that ass yours! Breed it! Give it your nut!"

"Oh fuck...!" moaned Ramone, hammering a dozen thrusts before finally
planting his seed. "UURRRHHHH...!!" he grunted into McConnell's kissing
mouth as his dick began throbbing and pumping out fresh buckets of white
cum, splattering McConnell's insides and bathing it in rich sauce.
	The two men continued kissing long after Ramone stopped cumming,
exploring each other's bodies with their hands...


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

	Back at the dinner table, Ramone heated their plates up in the
microwave, then poured them fresh glasses of red wine. They drank and ate
at the dinner table, naked as the day they were born and enjoying life as
they hadn't done in years...

"I'm so glad you're alright...!" said Ramone as they neared the end of
their meal. "I was afraid the Illuminati had gotten a hold of you for a
minute...!"

"The Illuminati...?" questioned McConnell after taking a bit of steak.

"Yes..." laughed Ramone, chewing his food. "...they're an elite group of
devil worshippers who believe in human sacrifice for money and power...!
They mostly consist of the rich and powerful..., mostly politicians! It's
very cutthroat stuff! Very Secret Society!"

"I know what they are..." said McConnell, grabbing his wine glass. "...but
I always thought it was just an urban legend...!"

"Oh no, it's real!" insisted Ramone, swallowing. "I caught wind of it while
I was working underground! I did some looking into it since the murders
started..., seeing if anything coincided with any lunar months with the
calendar..."

"And...?" asked McConnell, intrigued.

"None of the murders happened during a lunar cycle..." said Ramone, killing
McConnell's thoughts that the murders might be connected to satan
worshippers. "But check this out..., I found out that the Illuminati don't
really govern themselves behind any one religion..., meaning they don't
really NEED a lunar cycle to make a sacrifice! They can kill whenever the
mood strikes...! Scary, eh...?"

"And they have members HERE, in Philadelphia...?" inquired McConnell.

"They have members everywhere..." answered Ramone. "...but Philadelphia
definitely had a prominent chapter..., I mean..., it's the birthplace of
Independence..., the original Secret Society with William Penn and Benjamin
Franklin was created here in 1776!"

"If they're so powerful..., then WHY haven't I heard more about this
Illuminati...? If they've been making human sacrifices, how could they keep
such a big thing secret for so long...? Why haven't it been reported
yet...?!" asked McConnell, skeptically.

"Because it goes all the way up to The White House!" defended
Ramone. "Think of it, David..., if all of the members are rich and powerful
men, how deep do you think membership goes...? We're talking military,
government worker, law makers, lawyers, politicians, judges, police, media
mobiles, you name it! If they want to bury and story and kill any
investigations surrounding any links to the murders, they can! Why...?
Because everyone's involved! Everyone that counts, anyway..."

"That's just sounds like a conspiracy theory...!" surmised McConnell.

"A theory's only a theory until its proven...!" reasoned Ramone. "And it
still doesn't change the fact that the Illuminati exists!"



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