[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]
THE PRECINCT II -pt-18 Title: PANDEMONIUM
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TEMPEST'S LAIR
The thug fest was in full swing as naked bodies (both hard and soft) lay in various positions. Hungry mouths sucked upon hard shafts as thick dicks beat paths through gripping and cum sloppy anuses. Legs were raised, asses turned, heads bobbed, and hips thrust as wet slapping sounds rose over the blast of modern rap music.
17 year old Smooch had one transvestite (Porscha) down on her back with her legs pressed up to her tits as he hammered hard into her shaved boi-pussy, slamming his 7" steel like dick well into her already cum logged guts. As one of the youngest drug dealers there, Smooch was like a kid in a candy store, having fucked 4 girls already, dropping his seed as easily as an alpha dog does his proud pack.
Porscha enjoyed Smooch's enthusiasm, always up for a good hard fucking. She squeezed her anal muscles around his piston prick, milking his hard shaft as he fucked in and out of her creamy hole, his teenage hips slapping into her with almost frightening speed. After only 15 minutes of uninterrupted fucking, he slammed all the way up inside her and unloaded, shooting cum bullets directly into her boy gap. When he was finished cumming, he simply pulled out in search for greener pastures. Porscha didn't even get the chance to lower her legs before another drug dealer took Smooch's place, sliding his fat 9 incher straight into her hole.
Not far off was K-lo, holding another tranny down as he slammed his hips into her girly ass. He fucked her in doggy position, using her manhole as a pussy as he slammed all 8 rock solid inches of his hardon in and out of her. Imani (named after the supermodel) reveled the feeling of K-lo's hard dick slamming her well lubed backside. She (like most of the other tranny girls in Tempest's stable) loved getting dicked hard by the area drug dealers. She flung her 14" long Korean made pony-tail over her shoulder as she looked back to encourage him to fuck her harder. She made scrunch faces, throwing her ass back on his dick, essentially fucking him with her asshole.
K-lo held her by the waist, slapping his hairy pelvis into her bubbled ass as he slammed all 8 inches home with every thrust. He would fuck for another 10 minutes before he finally flooded her tranny pussy with his load, adding to the collection she already held inside.
D'angelo was a 21 year old Puerto-rican drug dealer who was used to Tempest's infamous fuck parties. Having helped with the political demise of mayor Edwards, as well as the videotaped gang bang of deceased policeman Douglas Whitman's wife (in the first Precinct series), he had been present during some of Tempest's most memorable occasions. There wasn't a tranny in Tempest's Stable that hadn't felt the sting of his 9" uncut prod. He worked his way around the party, allowing his dick to taste every available ass in the room. He wasn't above fucking an upturned ass for a period of time, then pulling out and walking away without giving it his precious nutt. He fucked several girls, slamming their asses hard and deep before leaving them gaping and panting, wondering what went wrong and why he didn't spray their pussies with his load?
D'angelo didn't bust his nut until he met up with Tempest's house bitch Shinobi. Shinobi was currently being dicked by another dealer (her petite tight little Asian ass turned upward as the black man hammered through her cum buttered guts with deep hard penetrating strokes) when D'angelo walked up and slapped his long hard downward curved banana dick against her pretty painted face. Shinobi (having recently been taught how to deep throat by Tempest) opened her tiny mouth to allow the dick passage. D'angelo fitted it with his long hard Puerto-Rican sausage, pressing all the way in until her hairy balls pressed against her chin and his extremely hairy crotch smashed into her nose. Shinobi fought back a gag as the dick fit down into her throat at almost the perfect angle.
Fucked front and behind, she allowed the two men to use her body as they saw fit. The man at her ass hammered hard into her, sending his massive meat through her clinging boi-cunt as he arched her back into a bow with his weight. D'angelo held onto the sides of her head as he churned his dick around in her throat before pulling back to fuck her face.
Shinobi could taste the undeniable flavor of cum, lube, and ass on D-angelo's dick, and knew it had been up someone else's ass before making its way to his mouth. While she had reservations about eating the slime of someone else's ass off a man's dick, she was really in no position to argue as she lay sandwiched between the two men. She felt both dicks digging deep into her tiny body, stretching her holes as they used her to jack off into as if she was nothing more than mere holes for them to fuck. She felt the man in her ass cum first, as he had been fucking her for the last 20 minutes. He tightened his grip around her waist as his body slammed into her with force. He attacked the slick wet hole with a vengeance, cumming hard as his dick began spraying her insides with hot sperm, slicking her rectum even more for the next dick to pay homage to her hole. At the same moment D'angelo was slamming his hips into her face, throat fucking her with long deep strokes. After fucking his way around the room and nearly cumming over a dozen times, he finally decided to part with his load as he hammered hard into Shinobi's face, her small mouth stretched wide to accommodate his sausage as tiny groans and gags escaped her. She could still feel the dick in her ass cumming inside her when D'angelo suddenly yanked his prick free and jacked off all over her upturned face, his flat washboard stomach heaving in and out as the cum shot from his dick in heavy ropes.
A few feet away Diamond sat back on a bed of throw pillows, his mind a muddle with thoughts of how he allowed Kane to use his ass. He could still feel the sting of the first time fucking in his anus, a constant reminder of his deflowering. He was nursing his 5th beer and contemplating redeeming his manhood by beating the living shit out of Kane, when Tatianna (the coat check girl) walked over and knelt between his legs. She said nothing as she simply reached down and picked up his limp dick and began massaging it. When it didn't grow in her hand immediately, she bent down and took it into her mouth, sucking the soft fat flesh until it eventually began to grow and fatten.
Diamond made no moves as he tried to forget the indignity which happened to him. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the pleasures of the girl's hot mouth as she lovingly suckled her way up and down half of his swollen pole. He was just beginning to get into it when he heard Kane's familiar voice over the crowd and music. He opened his eyes to find the couple that had been fucking in front of him had moved, revealing Kane towering over the tranny known as Luscious, she was draped backwards over the arm of a sofa while Kane plunged in and out of her spread ass.
From the back, Diamond the perfect view of Kane's dick sliding through Luscious' girl/boi anus, the thick shaft see-sawing back and forth as his heavy balls slapped into her ass with each inward thrust. Luscious lay moaning delightfully on her back, her head flat against the sofa cushions as another queen (Candy) sat on her face, her fat round ass cheeks parting to reveal the well fucked hole hiding between. Luscious wasted no time sticking her tongue into the hole, tasting the fresh loads planted inside. Candy took Luscious' hard dick into her manicured hand, then leaned forward and took it into her mouth. Kane fucked at one girl's luscious boi-pussy while watching the two girls sixty-nine. Candy bobbed her head up and down before him, swallowing Luscious' 9" dick as Luscious drilled her tongue into her plush ass.
Luscious pulled Candy's ass cheeks apart as far as possible, stretching the anal ring which opened and released a cascade of slimy cum which dripped down over her face and into her mouth. She swallowed the still warm nutt as she pressed her face up into the ass crack and sealed her mouth to the hole and vacuumed out what she could. At that same moment Candy felt Luscious' dick pulsate in her mouth, just as it began erupting huge spurts of thick rich juice down her throat. Kane felt and heard the two girls cumming, and slammed his dick well deep in Luscious' ass and came. "ARRRHHH fuck yeah...! Take that nutt, bitch! Take that fickin' load!!" he moaned, losing his second load of the day.
Diamond watched Kane's muscled ass cheeks tighten as he came in the tranny's ass, and lost his own load that very moment in Tatianna's sucking mouth. Tatianna felt Diamond's dick explode suddenly, sending gobs and gobs of thick creamy cum into her throat. She couldn't help feeling a tad disappointed (as she swallowed every drop the handsome man had to offer), having hoped he would shoot his load up her phat ass. She moaned erotically as she devoured his precious juices, listening to him groan as he squirmed around beneath her. After consuming his seed, she lifted up and smiled, feeling the warm glow of his cum in her belly.
Just then there was a bang at the front door. No one paid it much attention (believing it some last comer) as they continued fucking and sucking in earnest. The door suddenly flew open off its hinges as police (dressed in riot gear) stormed into the room with battering rams. "POLICE!! EVERYBODY FREEZE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!!" yelled the first officers, branding weapons.
Everyone started yelling and screaming, running for cover and seeking safety. Police tackled anyone who moved, slamming them to the ground (naked or not), handcuffing them, and issuing them out the door to awaiting patty wagons and police cars.
Outside stood police captain David L. McConnell, the police Commissioner, and several officials. They watched (in total surprise) as drug dealers and trannies were pulled out of the house completely naked. "What the hell was going on in there, McConnell...?" asked the Commissioner, sensing something odd after the 12th (or so) naked body came out of the derelict house. "I thought you said this was a drug bust...? This looks more like an brothel raid!"
"I'm...I'm not sure, Commissioner..." said McConnell, just as confused as he counted the number of naked bodies exiting the basement (25 to 30). He placed his hand up to his ear, listening to the police voices on his earpiece. "They've got him! They got Tempest Williams!" announced the captain, bringing a satisfying grin from the Commissioner's face at last.
"Good work, McConnell..., this will definitely look good on your résumé!" said the older Caucasian man, patting McConnell on the back before making his way back to his car.
McConnell waited outside until Tempest Williams was pulled from the building in handcuffs, his body as naked as the day he was born, his soft satisfied dick swinging loosely between his legs as he was ushered to an awaiting vehicle. His eyes met McConnell's just as his door was shut. McConnell said nothing as the car took off, taking the infamous drug lord back to prison.
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Word of Tempest's re-arrest didn't take long to reach the airwaves. Every local news station interrupted programming to inform the public that Tempest's long manhunt had finally come to an end. "Details are sketchy...!" they reported, only going by the limited information police provided. Divine Graham (formally known as Peaches) watched the story unfold on the television. She knew Tempest would be beside himself for getting recaptured alive. He was not one to do well being incarcerated. Someone's head would roll!
"Did you hear the news...?" asked Dedra, rushing into the living room where Divine sat watching television. "Did you hear from Money or Pooh...? Were they with him...?"
"I doubt it!" said Divine, checking her cell phone for messages. "They haven't called!"
"Maybe we should call them...?" suggested Dedra, sitting on the couch beside Divine. "Maybe they don't know...!"
"Right!" said Divine, pressing speed dial for Pooh's cell phone number.
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Pooh's cell phone went off in his pants as they lay draped over a chair. In bed he leaned in over top his newly trusted right hand men (DMoney), slamming his hips into the handsome drug dealer's ass as Money grimaced in pain. He endured his boss's relentless pounding, taking each stroke like a sock to the chin as his anus was stretched beyond his normal comprehension. He hated this part of their agreement, being Pooh's male bitch. But it was better than the alternative (death). Pooh had searched high and low for DMoney after he stole money from him, believing Pooh too busy to count his loot. Money knew the big guy wouldn't stop looking until he found him, settling scores. But as a newly married man, Money felt he needed to protect his pregnant wife (Dedra), so he set up a meeting with Pooh (who was surprisingly up for a truce). But Money's betrayal couldn't go without the proper punishment. Pooh reminded Money of prison rule 101: `an act of betrayal could only be redeemed through the unspeaking act of death, or with the equally unspeakable surrender of one's manhood'. Money opted for the one that kept him living and breathing.
Pooh originally began fucking Money for the sole purpose of discipline, he couldn't have his right hand man believing he was above the rules, that he could go off doing whatever he wanted without consequence. But since fucking Money, Pooh discovered an added benefit, --an undeniable power it gave him over his victim. Money was still Money, but in some a lower level where he HAD to adhere the proper respect to his physical superior. Through fucking, Pooh became not only Money's boss but his lord and master, the man who feed him and his family and gave them life. It was definitely a power trip Pooh hadn't anticipated, and he found himself enjoying it more and more with each new encounter. When he fucked Money, he did so on his back, in the most demeaning (demoralizing) position he could thinks of so Money could see the face of the man fucking him. He knew Money didn't enjoy it (as Money's dick never hardened during the encounters), but the pleasure wasn't for him, it was for his master.
Pooh pressed Money's hairy light skinned legs up to his chest as he thrust his dick in and out of his tight gripping manhole, digging in deep as he fed the milking rectum every inch of his massive manhood. He loved watching Money flinch in pain, listening to his agonizing grunts and groans as he tried in vain to retain his severely injured manhood. It was all Pooh could do to keep from laughing as he rammed his hips faster and made Money's eyes pop.
Money bit his lower lip and tried to endure the steady pumping through his bowels. He had to admit he preferred being on the other side as the top, slamming his own dick into someone else's asshole. He couldn't help thinking about David Smith, and the way he used to dominate him in his own bed, in his own home, in front of his own woman. Money couldn't help but wonder if THIS was how David felt? Helpless and humiliated by having to service another man's sexual demands? In that instant, he regretted everything he did to David, turning him out and making him a pussy bottom for other men to fuck (see My Woman's Lover 1 throu 20 for details).
He lay under his boss, trying to ignore Pooh's evil facial expressions as he pounded away at his ass. Pooh's big thick bulky body mass took up most of Money's view, his furry man-tits and heavy gut swayed back and forth before him like giant brown waves as Pooh banged their headboard against the wall with growing intensity. Occasionally Money glanced down between his widely spread legs as Pooh's hairy pelvis slapped repeatedly into his ass, the thick hard shaft and base appearing and disappearing with each stroke, sending Pooh's thick sliding manhood well into his aching colon.
For nearly 45 minutes Pooh pounded in Money's ass uninterrupted, first fucking him doggy style, then on his back like a bitch. To add insult to injury he also like calling Money demeaning names, reminding him who the real man was here in this arrangement. Money endured the humiliation mostly because it was only between them, no one on the outside knew of their agreement, allowing Money to save face in public and with his wife. But once alone behind closed doors, Pooh had no qualms about telling (or showing) Money where he stood.
Money could feel Pooh's thrusts getting harder. He grimaced after every inward plunge as Pooh's thick fat dick bore through him like a pile drive as his meaty pelvis slapped into his ass like a paddle. "Yeh..., take dat dik bitch! Take dat shyt! Open dat puzy! Take ALL dat dik inside ya! I wanna feel them anal walls suckin' my shyt! Yeeehhh...! Yeeehhh, just like dat! Fuk yeh, bitch! Take it! YEH! Oooohhh YEH! Fuk you tite! Damn! Yur shyt as tite as Peaches' gurl puzy waz lass nite! Shyt yeh, man! You gonna git dat nutt real soon! Ya hear me...? You gonna catch dat shyt! Yeh nicca! Tighten dat hole! Squeeze my dik! AWWW FUUUUK!!" yelled Pooh, feeling Money's anal ring cut through him.
He hammered harder, causing the bed to bounce as the frame began to creak and beg for mercy. Money prayed silently that Pooh would cum soon, ending his ordeal. He only had to endure a little more, just a few minutes longer. He could tell by the sweat breaking out on the boss's brow that he was close to dumping that load.
Pooh felt his dick starting to tingle with excitement as it suddenly swelled and grew very sensitive. Pooh slammed his hips a few more times before finally burying his huge rod balls deep in his slave's burning ass and unloaded a huge cum deposit straight into his milking rectum. AAWWWW FFUUUUUKKKK...!!!" shouted Pooh, clenching his ass cheeks tightly as he sent his load well deep into Money's bowels. Money felt the huge dick lodge itself in his stomach, then felt it pulsating wildly inside him, a sure indication that his balls were unloading their cargo inside him.
While Pooh screamed roars of victory, Money groaned weak sighs of pain and defeat. He lay there accepting his boss's cum gift, feeling it flood his intestines as a river of warm cum sludge pumped through his anal canal.
"Fuk yeeeehhhh..." moaned Pooh, falling forward as his sweaty torso landed against Money's. Money felt Pooh's weight weighing him down into the mattress, his dick still pulsing fresh cum into his body. The two men lay there for all of five minutes before Pooh's cell phone began ringing again. "Urhh Shyt..!" complained Pooh, rolling over off of Money as he climbed up out of bed (reluctantly) and reached for his pants.
He fished his cell phone from the pocket, then turned it up to his face. "Wuzzup...?" he asked, casually.
"Baby! Where are you...?!" asked Divine, sounding frantic.
"Me and Money'r takin' care ov buznizz...! Wuzzup...?!" he asked.
"Did you see or hear the news...?!" asked Divine. "Tempest has been arrested at his hideout! It's all over the news right now!"
"No shit!" said Pooh, grabbing the remote as he aimed it at the motel TV and pushed power.
Sure enough, live breaking coverage told the story of how Tempest Williams (who had been on the run from police since escaping prison security at a local hospital for knife wounds in a fight with inmates) was apprehended by police in his secret basement hideout in the a highly secured abandoned apartment building which he owned. There was no camera footage as the raid was a surprise, and apparently caught the highly profiled and alleged drug dealer and his multi-companions off guard despite the building reportedly being outfitted with state of the art camera surveillance. "Well I'll be muthafuk'n damn!" said Pooh, having been invited to that very gathering. "Git yur shyt, man...! We got work ta do!" ordered the big man, grabbing his clothes as Money hoped up out of bed (in pain).
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PRECINCT-23
The Precinct was a madhouse with reporters camped outside, and 30 drug dealers and transvestite prostitutes being booked on arrest warrants and various charges. Many had seen the inside of a precinct more than once, knowing the procedures as they got fingerprinted, photographed, and interrogated before being tossed in holding cells below.
Tempest Williams however was sent to a special room, where he was continuously handcuffed and watched by armed guards. Captain McConnell wanted to take no chances with the convict's escape again.
"So that's Tempest Williams, eh...?" asked detective Macnamara, looking in on the suspect though two-way mirror. "He doesn't look so dangerous...!" he added, unimpressed with Tempest's average looks.
"Don't underestimate Tempest, Scotty..." advised McConnell, having walked in behind the detective and his peers as the stared at the drug dealer up close and personal (most for the first time). "...he's a lot smarter than he seems!"
"No offense Captain..., but he's only a drug dealer! Reports say he even never even finished high school..., how smart can he be?" asked the detective.
"Street smarts out weight book smarts in many ways, detective!" said McConnell, walking up to the two-way mirror. "And Tempest has street smarts to spare! What makes him dangerous isn't the weapons he brand..., it's his lack of respect for human life! He's everything our judicial system fears..., an angry, uneducated, young, black man, who doesn't give a shit about anything or anyone..., including himself! He would sell his own mother if it profited him! So don't underestimate him!"
Tempest said nothing to anyone. He merely sat in his uncomfortable wooden chair with his hands and feet shackled in chains, and awaited what would come next. He knew the police were watching him, staring at and judging him through two-way mirrors. He knew his actions were being recorded, to be studied and used against him in future trials. So he said nothing. He did nothing. He only sat there, alternating staring at the floor and staring at the mirror, hoping to intimidate whoever was standing on the other side, staring back.
"I don't want him out of sight for a single moment!" ordered McConnell, fearful that the drug dealer might have something up his sleeve. "I don't care if he pisses and shits himself 20 times..., he's NOT to leave that room until transported back to Piedmont! Got that?!"
"Yes sir!" yelled the surrounding officers as McConnell left as quickly as he came.
McConnell was in-route to his office when he heard the voice of Brian Dunn demanding that he speak to the District Attorney. He (like most of the other arrestees in the room) was covered solely with a blanket, as his clothes had been confiscated back at the hideout as evidence.
"My name is Brian H. Dunn! I am the former assistant of Mayor Anthony Edwards..., and I demand that I speak to the District Attorney right now!!" ordered the former Mayor's aid.
"Mister Dunn..." said McConnell, walking up on the former aid and the frustrated police officer booking him. "...we'll be glad to let you talk to whomever you'd like..., provided you don't give my men any flack while they're booking you!"
"Booking me for what...?!" asked Dunn. "I'm NOT a drug dealer! I haven't done anything wrong!"
"Except for harboring an escaped convict, impeding on active police investigations, trespassing in an condemned and suspected drug house, being in the vicinity of open drugs use, participating in obvious sodomy, and..., --did he resist arrest officer...?" asked McConnell, turning to police officer.
"Yes..., yes he did!" answered the officer, happily.
"AND resisting arrest!" added McConnell with a satisfied smile before walking off. "You will be given ONE phone call to make..., just like any other criminal!"
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Things were really wild around the Precinct, as Marvin Rollins walked in looking for his roommate Malik Jones. Malik (like many of the other officers and detectives) were helping book Tempest's minions. He was in the midst of sending the perp over for fingerprinting and photos when he happened to look up and see his boyfriend. "uh..., one second...!" he said to the arrestee, getting up from his desk. "Sup man...?" he asked, stopping in front of Marvin.
"What's goin' on here...?" asked Marvin, looking around.
"Drug bust!" answered Malik, pulling Marvin aside. "What're you doing here...?"
"You busy...?" asked Marvin, looking around the packed squad room at all the busy officers booking people.
"Yeah...!" said Malik (duh).
"Look man..., I don't want you to start trippin' or nothin'..." said Marvin, easing the blow. Malik took a deep breath, preparing himself for something bad. "...but I uh..." paused Marvin, reading Malik's face. "...I quit my job!"
"OH! Is that all...?" signed Malik, relieved that it wasn't anything serious.
"I HADDA quit, man..., that job ain't pay shit!" explained Marvin. "I kno I'm an ex-con n'all..., but I ain't workin' my fingers down to the bone just for a few stank ass dollas!"
"Okay..., you tried...! We'll talk about it later..., at home!" said Malik, eager to get back to work.
"Wait..." called Marvin, having not come all this way for nothing. "...is that job still open...?" he asked, as Malik looked at him questionably. "You know..., the one you said McConnell approved...!"
"For real...?" asked Malik, believing Marvin said he didn't want to be `no snitch!'
"Well..., I gotta make money somehow..." said the ex-con.
"Okay..." said Malik, looking around the squad room for the captain. "...let me finish up here..., then I'll see if David has a few minutes to talk...!" offered Malik, showing Marvin a seat.
Marvin took a seat between two whores (Luscious and Porscha). They looked at his big muscles and handsome face, and began to get wet between the ass cheeks...
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CITY MORGUE
Homicide detectives Paul Rothman and his partner Lewis Alexander traveled to the City Morgue for the autopsy report on a victim recently found dead at a bridge underpass in North Philly by two of Philadelphia's finest (chap-13, pts 1 & 2).
Paul Rothman was a 16 year veteran on the Force (Caucasian, 38, 5'10", 165 lbs with a medium slim build, married with no children). Lewis Alexander was a veteran with 11 years on the Force (African American, 36, 6'0", 175 lbs with a medium build, dark brown complexion, married with children). They entered the facility, showing their I.D.'s at the door before being shown the correct examination room. Once inside, they were introduced to the head coroner, dr Marlo Mosses (58).
"Doctor Mosses...?" asked Rothman, as the doctor took a break from his paperwork. "I'm detective Rothman and this is detective Alexander..., we're here for the autopsy on the John Doe that was recently brought in...!"
"Oh yea..., or course...!" said the elderly doctor, looking at the detectives' badges over his black rim glasses. "Yes..., if you would follow me..." he said, showing the men into the exam room.
The body of John Doe lay stretched out on a metal table, his body completely nude and recently washed of dried blood and debris. Mosses picked up his clipboard, then began reading off the page..., "Let's see..." he said, tilting his glasses. "...the John Doe was brought in several days ago..., and appeared to have had multiple stab wounds to the upper torso and back areas, causing massive bleeding. But the killing wound however was the slit across the throat, ranging 6" across, severing two major arteries and caused death within minutes. Also..., ligatures around the ankles and wrists suggest the victim had been restrained with ropes prior to death. He also had a high concentration of the drug known as Sextasy in his system, which had been administered intravenously judging by the needle marks on his arm. We also found large doses of semen in his rectum and stomach contents, --no food! Which in itself would suggest that he had been fed nothing but a steady does of semen for several days, by multiple partners, perhaps in upwards of 20 to 30 men!"
"20 to 30 men...??!" asked Rothman, looking at his shocked partner with bewilderment.
"Yes. It's obvious that the victim was not killed at the scene he was found in..., might I suggest if you're looking for possible places of his demise..., that you start by searching kinky sex clubs and brothels!"
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ELSEWHERE...
23 year old Andrew Roberts awoke in a groggy haze. He lifted his head, his mind felt altered and heavy, as if hallucinating. He couldn't quite make out where he was as he looked about the dimly lit room through blurred vision. From the distance he could see a lighted doorway as dark shadowy figures walked by, obstructing the light. Muffled voices made it hard for him to understand and comprehend what was going on around him.
When he tried to get up, he noticed his arms and legs were restrained, keeping him prisoner to his position. He felt hands touching his body (his naked body). At first he thought they belonged to David (his lover), but then remembered they had recently broken up. The hands (more than two) roamed over his back, shoulders, face, legs, and buttock, telling him that he was lying on his stomach. Andrew's head dropped back down off the edge of the table just as a pair of greased fingers began to probe his anal opening.
"This one's no virgin..." said the man doing the probing. "...he should be much easier to enter!"
Andrew felt someone climbing up onto the table behind him, between his wide spread legs. He felt something fatter than a finger nudging at his hole, then heard the satisfying groan of the man on top of him as he sank inside him. "Oh yeah..., that's good...!"
Andrew could feel the penis sliding through his relaxed anus. He felt no pain at all as it breeched his anal ring and buried itself well into his colon at least 8 inches. When he felt the man's hairless pelvis grind into his buttock, he knew he had been given the man's full length.
The man ground his pelvic bone against Andy's upturned bubbled butt for a few seconds before pulling back and sliding forth with his hips, effectively fucking Andy's ass. Andy could feel the dick moving through him, but his body felt no pain. It was as if his mind was separated from his body, as if it were happening to someone else.
The man on top of him began moving in and out easily, using his ass without permission. When Andy tried to speak, he noticed he could not form audible words without them sounding like moans. "He's awake..." someone said, as Andy's head was lifted from the table's edge. Andy looked up, but his eyes swirled as his blurred vision doubled. He realized in that instant that he had been drugged.
A hardon slapped across his face. Andy felt his brain loop as the dick head touched upon his tongue, then slipped into his mouth. Holding his head firmly with both hands, his oral assaulter pressed forward with his hardon until his hairy balls pressed against Andy's chin. Andy's throat ballooned outward as the long dick speared his throat. With his nose buried in the man's wiry pubic bush, he could barely breathe. He felt the man holding onto the back of his head as he churned his meat around in his throat. Andy felt no gag reflex as the dick fit perfectly down into his massaging esophagus.
Only when the man released hold of his head did he allow himself to pull free, sliding his shaft midway out of Andy's mouth and throat before pushing all the way back up inside. "Oh fuck this throat feels like the ultimate...!"
"His ass is definitely going to get a load soon...!" moaned the ass fucker, slapping his bare pelvis into Andy's black bubbled butt harder.
"Fucking real man...! And there's a long line of men waiting to take your place!" said the oral fucker, using Andy's face as a springboard.
Andy was forced to lie between the two men as they humped away at either end of his body. And what's worse, Andy had no idea who the men where or what they looked like. He was completely and totally helpless to their desires as his mind began to flashback on how he got there...
FLASHBACK
Andy remembered leaving McConnell's home, feeling down and sorry for himself for believing David's son Elliott had feelings for him. Andy had previously turned his back on his faith and his family, after falling in love with David and moving in with him after being introduced by Malik Jones. Andy's family had been devout Christians, and DID NOT condone homosexuality in any way. Andrew knew his family would never accept his lifestyle, or David McConnell as his lover.
Andy stayed away from his family for months at a time, only keeping in contact through unregistered prepaid phone calls to tell them that he was alright and not to worry. Whenever his family questioned where he lived or who was he seeing, he would clam up and find excuses to hang up. He knew they were only concerned for his whereabouts and well being, but he knew they would never approve.
Andy didn't feel right going back to his family after breaking up with David. He wasn't ready to go home and face all the questions about the past year. Instead he decided to check into a small motel, then went out drinking in a local bar. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol, he finally staggered back to his motel room the evening. When he got to his door, he heard someone ask if he needed help with his keys. When Andrew turned to answer, he was attacked by several men who rushed him, then threw him in the back of an awaiting van.
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Andy could feel both men pounding at his separate holes, both plowing their dicks through him with the same intentions. Andy knew it was only a matter of time before his orifices where filled with the mens cum loads.
He felt the man at his head fucking well into his throat, each thrust penetrating him deeply as the man fucked his face at his own pace. And could feel the man getting closer as he fucked faster, his dick starting to throb with every inward plunge. Andy was too far gone to make the man stop. With his limbs securely restrained and his mind reeling from whatever drug they filled him with, all he could do was lay there and take their abuse, to be their working cum receptacle as they beat steady paths through his sucking orifices.
"Oh here it cums...!" gasped the oral fucker, stabbing his dick deeper into Andy's throat. "Take it...! Take it, man...! AARRRHHHHH...!!" yelled the guy, shoving his dick all the way in as he unloaded great big gobs of hot scolding cum straight down Andy's throat.
Andy could feel the cum shooting from the pulsating manhood in warm spurts. Surprisingly he was able to take it without choking or gagging. In his relaxed state, the cum shot directly into his stomach, pouring into him as easily as water from a glass. At that same moment, the anal fucker behind him was pounding his ass into the table, slamming his hairless pelvis into his upturned buttock with loud slaps. Andy could feel the dick thicken inside him. The fucker began to pant as his thrusts became labored. After only a few more strokes, he came, the cum ripping from his shriveling balls in great gushes. He withered and squirmed atop Andy's back, emptying his balls in his ass before finally pulling free.
Andy felt both dicks exit his body, leaving his holes empty and dripping seed. But they didn't remain empty for long, as two new bodies took their places, shoving their equally hard manhoods into his cum lined holes...
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