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The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat.
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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 15.
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Part 75: The Man in the Black Balaclava
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Max was watching a big protest march streaming south over Sydney
Harbour Bridge into Sydney's central business district. Many of the
protesters were carrying banners reading slogans like 'Brigadiers
Out', 'No to Army Coup' and 'Restore Democracy Now'. Max understood
that there had been a military coup d'etat in Canberra where a group
of brigadiers from the Australian Army had overthrown a Federal Labor
Government.
The protesters marched off the bridge and down York Street. They
reached Lang Park.
Max heard behind him the sound of rumbling and big diesel motors. He
turned around and saw a squadron of army tanks approaching with gun
barrels raised. For some reason the approaching tanks reminded Max of
the Daleks from the 'Doctor Who' television series. They appeared
just as menacing.
The protesters hesitated. They came to a stop. From within their
ranks materialised a large group of big powerfully muscled men wearing
sleeveless blue denim jackets open at the front displaying magnificent
muscular torsos. They wore also blue denim jeans with black biker
boots. One of them carried a sign reading 'Freedom Now'. Another
biker, a massively built man with black curly hair turned his back and
addressed the crowd. Max could not hear what he said but he could
discern the insignia of the Roadknights Motorcycle Club prominent on
the man's back.
The bikers resumed marching. The protesters followed them chanting
continually "Join us. Join us." The bikers however marched silently.
They seemed to exude some tremendous power that should have been
intimidating but it was not. Max sensed a great power for good.
The tanks pulled over to the side of the street and stopped. They
lowered their gun barrels. Then a soldier appeared out of one of the
tanks. He was followed by others coming out of the tanks. Max was
reminded of the Prisoners' Chorus in Beethoven's opera 'Fidelio', the
chorus 'O welche Lust ("O what joy")' sung by all the prisoners coming
out of their cells into the sunlight. In fact Max could actually hear
the singing of the prisoners' chorus as a soundtrack. Soon all the
tank crews had left the tanks and walked towards the marchers who had
halted and were now silent. Max observed that not a single one of the
soldiers was wearing his helmet or any kind of headgear.
A loud cheer went up from the crowd. The big bikers embraced the
soldiers who then joined the rest of the protesters. The protesters
welcomed the soldiers into their ranks. They all marched a little
further until they reached the tanks where they stopped.
A big, very powerfully muscled biker leapt up onto the turret of one
of tanks with athletic ease. With a shock, Max recognised the man as
Scott, his own son but a lot bigger and more muscular than when Max
had last seen him. He seemed more mature too and had become very
good-looking. Max's heart filled with pride at knowing that the truly
magnificent specimen of manhood standing on the tank was his son.
"Friends," Scott began in a strong clear baritone voice, "the dark
clouds of dictatorship are plunging our beloved country into the long
night of terror and oppression. We, the people of Australia, will
not, must not allow this terrible thing to happen."
A huge cheer went up from the crowd.
From the tank Scott went on to give a stirring speech punctuated by
frequent roars of approval from the crowd. He gave his heartfelt
thanks to the soldiers who had joined them from the tanks. He
powerfully reminded the crowd of Australia's long and deeply ingrained
democratic traditions and said that up until the military coup,
Australia could hold her head high as the freest country in the world.
He said that they would strive mightily to restore those precious
democratic traditions.
When he had finished, the crowd cheered mightily. It seemed to Max
the crowd had grown to an enormous size. The cheering seemed to come
from a million throats.
Finally after what felt like a long time, the cheering died down.
A grizzled army sergeant from one of the tank crews stood near Max.
The sergeant yelled out to Scott standing on the tank turret, "Sir,
will you be our King?"
There was a huge enthusiastic cheer from the crowd.
They started chanting, "Say yes. Say yes."
Scott held up his hands and the crowd eventually quietened.
"Yes," he said.
Immediately there was a great cheer of approval. Scott held up his
hands and waited patiently for the prolonged cheering to stop.
Finally he was able to continue.
"Yes," he said, "but there is a big but."
Disappointed noises came from the crowd.
When the noises died down, Scott continued.
"The but is this. I will become your King only if the majority of the
people of Australia agree with you."
A loud cheer went up from the crowd, punctuated by cries of "Yes!"
When Scott was able to go on, he said, "If I am to become your King,
we will do this legally. I will not be, I refuse to be part of
another coup. We will make the change by changing the Constitution of
Australia following the process laid down in the Constitution. You
know what that means. I know people think it's difficult and long-
winded but we can all do it. If I am to become your King, I want no
criticism of the way we all achieve this change."
More cheering filled Max's ears.
Then Max woke up with the sound of cheering echoing in his ears. It
was still dark. Max knew that he had just had a 'loud' dream.
He could not get back to sleep as his brain was buzzing with thoughts
about what the future would hold. He felt uneasy and oddly emotional.
He could not help feeling that big changes were on their way but they
would be good changes.
All the sounds he could hear at the moment were the breathing of his
sleeping wife next to him in the bed and the roar of the waves from
the Pacific Ocean crashing on the beach outside. The glass doors of
the bedroom were open onto the balcony because both he and Veronica
liked to hear the sound of the waves. A large night insect banged
against the insect screen a couple of times. Max could hear its buzz
as it flew away. It was still dark. There was no wind.
More people arrived from Mount Remarkable to join the community on
Valley Road. Garry or Gazza Smith arrived driving his prized bright
yellow 1970 Holden HK Monaro GTS 350 that sported black GT stripes and
the South Australian numberplate 'GTS-350' for Garry Terrence Smith or
'Gran Turismo Sport' and the 350 cubic inch (5.7 litre) Chevrolet V8
engine. With him riding his Harley-Davidson came his lover, Alex Kane
and their mate Luke Errington also on a Harley-Davidson. They were
all powerfully muscled supermen and Roadknights who looked much
younger than their age of more than fifty years and both were covered
with tattoos. Garry's bike went via Somewhere Else.
Garry's German Shepherd Dog Bodo also arrived sitting on the back seat
of the Monaro as if he were royalty. Bodo was one of Hannibal's
littermates with the same loud outgoing energetic personality. To
protect the back seat of his precious Monaro from his dog's claws,
Garry had put a tough canvas cover over the vinyl of the seat.
Luke, Alex and Gazza had seen active service in the Vietnam War. Alex
and Gazza fought in the battalion commanded by Major Peter Kursky who
had been acting Lieutenant-Colonel for most of the war. However,
Peter had never been promoted to the substantive position of
Lieutenant-Colonel because he was considered to be 'too popular' and
'too friendly' with the men under his command. Not only that but
Peter's Russian ancestry counted against him. Those who served under
him were quite open with their respect and admiration for him. Many
men said that they would walk barefoot over hot coals of fire to hell
and back for him. In fact in Vietnam they did go to hell and back.
Peter and his men terrified the Viet Cong who referred to him as the
'Black Tiger', the Bringer of Death and Fear. The men of his
battalion were often in the thick of the fighting. They were
ferocious fighters who achieved a high body count. They were
frighteningly effective soldiers.
In this battalion had been also Matt Reeves, Scott's uncle, and his
mate Mick Shanahan. Both Alex and Gazza were in the same platoon
commanded by Lieutenant Bill Powers, Derek's father. Both men tried
to rescue Matt and Mick and both saw Matt die in Mick's arms when they
had been rescued by the helicopters. Alex was wounded by the North
Vietnamese in the attempt to save Matt along with several other
soldiers.
The Australian soldiers were withdrawn from the Vietnam War at the
beginning of 1973 by the new Labor Federal Government headed by the
new Prime Minister, Gough Whitlam, a move that enraged President Nixon
of the United States. It was said that Nixon ordered the CIA to
engineer the dismissal of Gough Whitlam and the Labor Government by
the frequently drunk Governor-General, Sir John Kerr.
The men had a hard time adjusting to normal life after they returned
to Australia.
Alex was still in his army uniform on his way to being demobilised
when he came across a Vietnam Moratorium march in the Sydney central
business district. He was surrounded by angry protesters. One young
man with long curly blond hair spat at him a thick gob of spittle that
landed squarely on Alex's face. Alex exploded in a red range and
landed two powerful punches in the protester's face. Alex was a big,
strong man. His punches killed the young man. The other protesters
gathered around screaming abuse at Alex but were careful to keep their
distance. The police who had been monitoring the march quickly moved
in and arrested Alex. They charged him initially with murder but
later the charge was reduced during the trial to manslaughter. Alex
was thoughtless enough to say in front of the police and the
protesters that it was his greatest pleasure to feel the bones in that
long-haired bastard's face breaking under his fists. That remark
counted badly against him at his subsequent trial. The Defence
Department quickly washed their hands of Alex, a move that angered
Peter who testified in Alex's favour at Alex's trial. After a lot of
argument to and fro in court, Alex was found guilty of manslaughter
and sentenced to eight years' imprisonment.
Alex quickly established a reputation in prison as a real tough guy
with an explosive temper and a man to be feared. He acquired as his
lover a very talented and artistic tattoo artist who delighted in
covering Alex's powerful muscular body with tattoos. Alex would
reward his lover frequently by fucking him hard up the arse until the
man reached an earth-shaking anal orgasm. Also while in prison he hit
the weights seriously, becoming even stronger, fitter and a lot more
muscular.
Peter Kursky's action in appearing in his army major's uniform and
giving evidence in favour of Alex at Alex's trial aroused the ire of
many in the Defence Department. It was made very clear to Peter that
he would never be promoted again.
As time went on, Peter became more and more angered by the treatment
of the Vietnam veterans in Australia. At that time the Returned
Servicemen's League (RSL) refused to accept Vietnam veterans as
members because they considered that the war in Vietnam was not a real
war. Many Australians who had opposed the war reviled the returned
soldiers saying that they were killers and monsters. The Defence
Department and the Federal Government, both Labor and Liberal, cared
little for the Vietnam veterans.
Peter regularly used to visit Alex in prison while wearing his uniform
as an army major. Again that was a move that upset many in the
Defence Department. But Peter fell into despair because he was stuck
in a desk job in Canberra doing nothing but 'busy work'. He ended up
taking refuge in alcohol.
By this time Lieutenant Bill Powers had been promoted up the ladder
and had reached the rank of major. When he heard about Peter's
drinking problem he used to catch up with his former commanding
officer. He endured a lot of abuse from Peter who accused him of
being a show pony and worse for getting promoted quickly. Peter saw
himself as a real, honest-to-goodness warhorse who had been put out to
grass prematurely. Bill even visited Alex in prison with Peter while
wearing his army major's uniform. However, unknown to Peter, Bill had
cleared it with his commanding officer, a colonel who told him to keep
that 'mad Russian bastard' out of trouble. The colonel meant
'bastard' in the uncomplimentary sense. Bill bristled but he was not
going to argue with a full colonel. He reflected ruefully that Peter
had called a group of senior military officers a 'conga line of
suckholes' to their faces.
There was one particularly torrid visit to Alex in prison when Bill
let slip that Peter had an alcohol problem. Alex then expressed with
brutal frankness his profound disappointment in Peter and reminded him
how much he had the undying admiration and respect of the men who
fought under his command in Vietnam. He told Peter that the men under
his command would walk barefoot over hot coals of fire to hell and
back for him. As a result, Peter resigned his commission in the army
and left to wander around Australia. He ended up falling in with Hal
and Elizabeth and becoming a superman himself.
A few more years passed before Peter saw Alex again in prison and
cemented their friendship. Alex was most impressed with the
transformation of Peter. He did not know then that Peter had become a
superman. That came later.
When Alex had served his sentence with remissions for good behaviour,
Peter picked him from the prison gates, took him into the Fellowship
of the Way and trained him up as a superman and as a Roadknight. Alex
was unusual in being heavily tattooed but no-one minded. Because he
had become a Roadknight, he used his super powers to alter the tattoos
on his back to an ornate and highly coloured Roadknight insignia
surrounded by a wreath of blue oak leaves.
Gazza married his long-time girlfriend in Adelaide soon after he
returned from Vietnam for the last time. His wife fell pregnant soon
after their marriage.
When her time came, she gave birth to a badly deformed and profoundly
retarded monster. The baby boy lived in a vegetative state all his
life. His head was malformed and grossly enlarged with a repulsive
face. His body was grossly deformed and the child would never be able
to walk. The baby did not respond to what was going on around him
because of his severely hampered mental activity. Feeding him was
difficult and required specialised care.
His wife committed suicide a few months after the birth. Gazza
spiralled down into a deep depression and required care in Hillcrest
Mental Hospital, north-east of Adelaide. The baby boy was placed in
Strathmont Centre, a home for the profoundly disabled where he stayed
for the rest of his four years of life.
Gazza put the hideous deformities visited upon his son down to him and
his fellow soldiers being sprayed by an American aircraft when the
United States was defoliating the Vietnamese jungles by spraying Agent
Orange, a toxic mix of herbicides on the trees to kill them in order
to deny cover to their opponents. Agent Orange has since been proven
to cause birth deformities.
After several years Gazza was pronounced cured of his depression and
released from Hillcrest Hospital with a whole lot of medication.
Gazza then went on an extended walkabout around Australia.
On his travels he heard that his mate Alex was in prison for
manslaughter. He visited Alex several times in prison but never met
up with Peter or Bill. The visits were not easy because Gazza was
often doped out on heroin or high on amphetamines. Alex was clean
because he was in prison and he refused every offer of illicit drugs.
He picked Gazza's doped out state and pulled no punches in telling
Gazza exactly what he thought of Gazza's drug habit.
After Alex was released from prison and had become a superman, he rode
his Harley-Davidson around Australia looking for Gazza. He found
Gazza doped out on heroin in Sydney, took him to Hope House in Kings
Cross, and cleared him of the addiction to the various drugs Gazza was
taking. They ended up making love. In the process Alex cleaned up
Gazza's DNA removing the damage caused by Agent Orange. He then
trained Gazza up as a superman.
Hope House was a mansion regarded as a gem of colonial architecture in
Sydney. It had been scheduled for demolition and redevelopment as a
multi-storey apartment block overlooking Sydney Harbour. However, it
was saved from demolition by a green ban imposed by the Builders
Labourers Federation (BLF). The Sydney City Council changed
complexion after council elections and it revoked the development
permit. During the subsequent legal action the developers went bust
and the mansion plummeted in value when it was placed on the market by
the receivers.
Lady Hope Bagenall, a wealthy widow and a superhuman member of the
Fellowship, donated the money to buy the mansion. She opened the
House and it was named in her honour. A bronze plaque commemorating
the opening was placed near the front door. It became a magnet for
the drug addicts, indigents, worn out prostitutes both female and
male, street people and other unfortunates who inhabited Kings Cross,
many of whom joined the Fellowship and the Roadknights and they in
turn recruited others.
Gazza had already been tattooed while in Vietnam along with his mate
Alex. When he found out he could use his super powers to alter and
add to his tattoos, he decided he would emulate Alex and cover himself
with tattoos include the same ornate Roadknight insignia on his back
as Alex had.
Luke Errington had not fought in Peter Kursky's battalion. Instead he
had served in the battalion commanded by Lieutenant-Colonel Gunn,
later Colonel Gunn who had since retired to Ringtail Springs. After
the war had ended, Luke felt utterly rootless. He had great
difficulty in getting on with the rest of his family. As a result he
drifted around doing jobs here and there until he had saved up enough
to travel overseas. He spent a number of years in Britain including
several years at Findhorn, a spiritual community in the north of
Scotland.
Eventually he felt the pull of home. He worked on the oil rigs in the
North Sea until he had saved enough money for his fare home and money
to live on. He came back to Australia and drifted around the country.
He got no comfort from his family. He eventually lobbed into the
community at Mount Remarkable and became a superman. He developed a
massively powerful body with huge bulging muscles. He grew in height
from about 175 centimetres (5' 9") to 190 centimetres (6' 3") and his
weight increased from a rail thin 45 kilograms (100 lb. or 7 stones 2
lb.) to 160 kilograms (353 lb.) of solid hard muscle. He was rapt by
his magnificent muscular development. He was huge. He enjoyed being
a superman and all that went with it.
Luke had become a big stunningly good-looking blue-eyed muscle blond
possessing superhuman powers and 26-inch biceps (66 centimetres).
With the big Vietnam veterans came a group of young women riding their
big fast Japanese four-cylinder bikes, Angela, Beatrice (Bee), Bianca,
Michelle, Rebecca (Becky), Sarah, Fiona, Jodie, Verity, Sharon, Mandy,
Catherine (Kate), Karen, Kylie, Morag and Wendy.
Some of the young women from Mount Remarkable had grown up in the
Fellowship. Either they were very young children when their parents
joined or they were born after their parents had become members. All
were superhuman.
Another bunch arrived from Sydney. They were Josephine and Pierre
Boulanger, Antonio (Tony) Moretti and Isaac (Zack) Hirschbaum. Zack's
nickname was Sixpence.
Josephine (Fifi) and Pierre were skilled French pastry cooks who had
migrated to Sydney about twenty years previously. Their business in
Kings Cross failed and after a difficult time they joined the
Fellowship. They drove to Ringtail Springs in their silver Toyota
Land Cruiser. Tony and Zack arrived on their big bikes.
Tony Moretti had been a superman and member of the Roadknights for
over twenty years since his late teens. The son of Italian immigrant
parents, he had learnt his skills as a barista in his parents' busy
cafe in Darlinghurst Road under the stern tutelage of his
perfectionist father. He got talking to some of the customers from
Hope House and one day when he had some spare time, he walked around
to Hope House. He liked it so much that he stayed and became a
superman and a Roadknight, much to the anger of his father and
disappointment of his mother.
Zack Hirschbaum was the son of strict Orthodox Jewish parents living
in Melbourne and the grandson of Jewish refugees who escaped from Nazi
Germany. They arrived in Melbourne in the late 1930s with the
exception of his paternal grandmother who was a survivor of Auschwitz.
One of Zack's vivid memories of her was the prisoner number tattooed
on her forearm by her Nazi gaolers. She was quite happy to show him.
She said that it was a reminder of the terrible brutality that the
Nazis inflicted on the Jews.
She, her husband, their son who was Zack's father and his wife, Zack's
mother, Zack, his five brothers and four sisters all lived together in
their house in Caulfield, a suburb south-east of Melbourne. They all
spoke Yiddish at home but Zack's parents insisted that all their
children learnt English. Zack shared a bedroom with his brothers.
The boys slept in three two-tier bunks. Zack was the fourth son and
seventh child in the family.
In his late teens Zack rebelled against the life of strict Jewish
observances and Talmud studies imposed by his parents and
grandparents. He ran away from home and hitch-hiked to Sydney on a
truck. On the way, the truck driver seduced him and introduced him to
the joys of man-to-man sex. He discovered he loved having another
man's cock up his arse driving him to an orgasmic peak.
After a short stint living on the streets of inner Sydney, he tried
his luck with a brothel in Kings Cross, one that offered male
prostitutes. Zack was a tall, good-looking athletic young man in his
late teens with wavy black hair, fair skin and dark brown eyes. He
was immediately accepted.
He became very popular with the clients who enjoyed fucking the fit
young man, particularly as he did not insist on condoms. When
management decided that he was too old and too big, he was not a twink
anymore, he was kicked out of the brothel and ended up on the streets
of Kings Cross. He was soon picked up by Tony Moretti who took him
back to Hope House. Tony made lots of love to him. It was not long
before Zack became a superman, a member of the Fellowship and of the
Roadknights.
As a superman Zack gained a splendid body packed with big hard
muscles. He was 6 feet 3 inches (190 centimetres) tall and weighed
350 pounds (160 kilograms). He sported huge 26-inch (66-centimetre)
biceps, a mighty chest and a spectacular abdominal eight-pack. Now in
his mid-twenties, he grew a luxuriant moustache.
Kym was so overwhelmed by his first sexual experience with another man
that he wanted Wolf to fuck him as frequently as possible. However,
they had to keep a tight lid on the affair. The people of the town
and district would have been scandalised to learn of their policeman's
homosexual affair with another man. The ramifications of such a
revelation were frightening to Kym but Wolf was completely sanguine
about the affair. He reiterated to Kym that everyone in the Valley
Road community could be trusted absolutely. However, if the normal
townspeople became aware of Kym's frequent visits to the old Valley
Road hotel, they would start to gossip and no doubt make up rumours.
Discretion therefore was of paramount importance to Kym. The solution
they reached was that Wolf would visit Kym at the police station. He
would arrive and depart under cover of darkness and he would ensure
that no-one saw him.
Kym returned to the police station late on the evening of the day of
his first fuck. To him it was a red-letter day. He was in a
wonderful mood all the following day. The people in the town put it
down to him having an excellent holiday with his parents over
Christmas. His time away had in fact been the first holiday he had
taken for a number of years. It had always been too hard for the
police department bureaucracy to find a replacement police officer to
cover him while he was on leave. It was fortunate for the department
that Kym had taken little sick leave.
The next evening after dark Wolf arrived clad all over in a black
leather jump suit with his face covered with a black balaclava that
exposed only his eyes and his mouth. Unbeknownst to Kym, Wolf had
flown high in the night sky to the police station from the old hotel.
He landed in the high-walled courtyard at the back of the police
station without a sound. He observed the old-fashioned iron-barred
cells along the back wall on the other side of the courtyard from the
big stone bulk of the police station. Of nineteenth century design,
the cells were open to the elements apart from the solid cast iron
bars, baking in summer and freezing in winter.
Wolf padded silently across the courtyard to the police station and
knocked quietly on the back door.
Kym had just finished his evening meal when he heard the knock on the
back door. His heart almost stopped with fright when he beheld at his
back door the big massively built black leather-clad figure with his
face covered by a black balaclava like a terrorist.
Wolf immediately whipped off his balaclava, wrapped his mighty arms
around Kym and planted a great big juicy kiss on Kym's lips. When Kym
had recovered, his heart pounded with passion instead of with fright.
When Kym stopped for breath, Wolf whispered in his ear, "Let's fuck."
"Yes please," replied Kym passionately.
He pulled back in Wolf's arms and eyed Wolf.
"Christ, Wolf! You gave me a fright when you turned up at the back
door dressed up like that!" he exclaimed. "I thought it was some crim
coming to do me in."
"Sorry about that." Wolf apologised. "Didn't mean to scare you like
that."
"God! You look sexy like that!" exclaimed Kym. "I could get you to
do me just like that as you are."
"No thanks. I prefer to be naked having sex. Come on. Let's go
upstairs and get naked. We have some serious fucking to do."
"Sure."
They headed up the stairs.
On the way up Wolf commented, "I know that no-one saw me coming in
here. There was definitely nobody around when I scaled the wall."
"How the hell did you get over that wall?" asked Kym. "It's bloody
high, like about five metres (16 feet). It was put up the century
before last to stop the prisoners getting over it and escaping."
"I'm pretty bloody strong and athletic in case you haven't noticed."
"I sure have. You're the sexiest hunk of muscle I think I've ever
clapped eyes upon. But I thought that not even you could get over
that wall."
"Nah! No trouble at all," replied Wolf with a grin that made Kym's
heart beat faster.
"Anyway," he continued, "with this outfit I'm much less likely to get
spotted by anyone. We'll keep this as quiet and discreet as possible.
Alright with you if I keep on wearing it here?"
"Yeah, that's fine now that I know about it. Christ! I almost cacked
myself when I saw you all dolled up like that with the balaclava and
all that but now I know, I'm OK about it."
Wolf kissed him hard on the lips.
"Just wondering," he said, "do you ever use those cells out the back?"
"Occasionally," replied Kym. "Most of the time I put someone in when
he's had too much to drink and he's making a nuisance of himself. I
put him in to cool off for the night. Then in the morning when he's
hung over as hell, I let him go. The last time I used them was a
couple of months ago when Scott caught some snot-nosed little crim
trying to break into Derek Power's old garage up on Valley Road.
Scott trussed him up like a chook with cable ties and brought him
around here so I locked him in a cell until the CIB guys from
Cootamundra could deal with him.
You see, that guy had already stolen heaps of stuff from the houses
left vacant by the weekenders who're away during the week, stuff like
flat screen TVs, home theatre stuff, computers, et cetera. I and the
CIB guys from Coota were kept bloody busy dealing with all the stolen
stuff and all the owners coming in to identify it.
The funny part of it was when Mr and Mrs McBride came around to make a
complaint about that fellow spewing all that filthy language at her
when he was trussed up in the back of Scott's ute. I tell you, it was
a struggle to keep a straight face hearing all this filthy language
coming verbatim from the mouth of such a respectable lady and trying
to get it all down on her statement. Then I made the mistake of
catching George McBride's eye. He had this funny little smirk on his
face. I reckon I cracked a smile just for an instant but the bitch
must have seen me. She glared at me then at her husband. 'Gentlemen,
you are both to treat this awful business with the utmost seriousness.
I expect no less,' she said.
Then she leans over my desk and taps her finger sharply on the desk in
front of me. 'And you, Sergeant, are to press these charges against
that despicable creature. I insist upon that,' she tells me. Yeah,
I've charged him but the matter hasn't gone to trial yet. That guy's
still out on bail but I don't know if the indecent and obscene
language charges are going to make much difference to the sentence
handed down, considering all the theft charges pending against him.
He might get two or three years in gaol, four years even if the
magistrate is feeling really narky."
Kym stopped for breath. He was short of breath climbing the stairs.
Wolf was grinning.
"I can just see it," he chuckled. "Mrs McBride's face. Yeah, Scott
did tell me about that time he caught the fellow trying to break into
Derek's place and the torrent of vile language he hurled at Mrs
McBride. I hear her face was a picture. Anyhow, wanna fuck?"
"Ooh yes please," replied Kym.
They made it to Kym's bedroom on the upper floor. First Wolf stripped
Kym naked apart from his police uniform shirt.
Unable to restrain himself, Kym threw his arms around the black
leather-clad Wolf and kissed him passionately. His cock stiffened to
full size very quickly.
When Wolf sensed that Kym was about to blow his load all over his
black leather outfit, he locked down Kym's orgasm, locked Kym's cock
into an erection and broke apart from him. He carried Kym over to
Kym's unmade double bed and laid him down gently. In a trice he
shucked off his leather jumpsuit and stood before Kym in all his naked
glory.
Kym eyed him up and down from the bed and wolf-whistled him.
"God! Wolf, you're so fucking sexy and magnificent my cock won't go
down. I reckon I've got a permanent stiffy thanks to you."
Wolf gave such big wide sexy grin that Kym gasped. Kym's balls ached.
Wolf lay down on the bed next to Kym and sucked his cock with
enthusiasm. Kym gasped. His balls and perineum ached. The sexual
tension was excruciating.
A little while later Wolf relented from the sexual torture of Kym's
cock. He licked Kym's arsehole assiduously instead and filled the
anus with spittle. Kym groaned as his sexual tension was racked up
even higher.
When Wolf sensed that Kym felt that his arse was sufficiently
lubricated, he switched on the small force field that made his skin
feel deliciously lubricated. To a normal onlooker it would appear
that Wolf's skin became slick and slippery with sweat.
Wolf rolled Kym over on his side, released the block on Kym's orgasm
and gently entered him from behind like he did the previous day.
Kym groaned as he felt Wolf's slippery cock thrusting into him. He
was overjoyed to feel Wolf's cock push up through his intestines into
the upper part of his belly. He delighted in feeling Wolf's thick
muscular arms wrapped around his body.
After a few more thrusts from Wolf, Kym's body stiffened up and arched
backwards into Wolf. With a guttural cry he rushed into a huge,
earth-shattering orgasm. Great gobs of fresh white semen gushed from
his cock. Wolf continued thrusting into Kym, stoking his orgasm even
more. He poured energy from the Primal Source into Kym sending him
into a titanic orgasmic body-quake. The pulsing of Kym's internal
organs around his cock pushed him inexorably towards his orgasm.
With a roar, Wolf thrust his cock as far as it could go up Kym's anus
and squirted his load of semen into the depths of Kym's bowels.
They remained locked together in orgasmic ecstasy for an inhumanly
long time. So intense was Kym's orgasm that his eyes rolled back in
their sockets so that only the whites were showing.
Finally the peaks of ecstasy dwindled away and it all came to an end.
Wolf remained stiff up inside Kym who loved the feeling. He kept his
big arms wrapped around Kym's body.
Kym half turned his head and murmured sleepily, "Christ, that was a
good one! That one was so strong I saw stars."
Wolf nuzzled Kym's neck.
He murmured into Kym's ear, "I love you, Kym."
Kym was taken aback. That was one thing he did not expect to hear
from Wolf and Wolf's declaration needed an answer.
"So do I," Kym said. He hesitated then said, "No. That's not what I
meant. I mean I love you too, you great wonderful fellow who's the
best fucker in the world."
Wolf kissed Kym's neck sending little shivers of delight all over
Kym's body.
"I know precisely what you mean, lover boy," he murmured and covered
Kym's cheek and neck with kisses.
They stayed locked together with Wolf's cock up Kym's arse and his
arms around Kym's body. Kym fell into a deep sleep.
Wolf wrapped Kym securely with his comfort and love.
When he was sure that Kym was sound asleep, he turned off all the
lights in the police station with his psychokinetic power. In the
same way he closed the curtains over the bedroom windows.
After a while he too drifted off to sleep.
They awoke with the morning sunlight leaking in around the closed
curtains.
They had a short but joyful fuck before getting up. Then they had
another fuck in the shower. Kym commented that it was a wonder that
his arsehole was not getting worn out but it was just such excellent
fun. He said he had no idea that being fucked by another man was so
much fun and it was a bloody shame he had missed on it out before.
Wolf grinned and kissed him.
Kym got dressed in his police uniform ready for the day's work while
Wolf cooked up a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon with brewed
coffee for them both.
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Continued in Part 76.
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