[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-33 Title: LAST RESPECTS
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WEST PHILLY
The Church Of Holy Trinity on 49th and Westminister is where the body of Whinny Graham (aka The Magnificent POOH) was laid on display for the people of West Philly. The doors to the Viewing opened at precisely 9am, with a line of spectators already half a block long. Media cameras televised the event for local news footage as a bombardment of police patrolled outside, studying each mourner's face carefully for potential drug suspects.
While most people in attendance felt a great deal safer with the police presence outside, there were some who opposed the men in uniform, saying that racial discrimination/divide is what caused the police to anticipate violence at all black attended functions.
Inside the church where Pooh's body lay in a glorified gold plated casket, mourners passed by the dozens to pay their last respects to a man whom most of them had never met. Many commented favorably on his attire, complimenting the choice of sending him off in his velvet sweat suit, cool cap, shades, and brand new (off the rack) Air Jordans which had been specially purchased solely for the funeral. His jewelry (trademark diamond earring, pinky ring and watch) lay with him, with two bodyguard looking gentlemen overlooking to make sure the items stayed put. Two chores sang opposing songs, keeping the joint jumping until the Minister stepped up to give his sermon. He spoke mostly about misguided appearances and pre-judging people without really knowing them. He talked about Pooh's "at home" charitable contributions, informing many people in attendance for the first time of Pooh's unselfishness for the community. In attendance (among the packed house) was Pooh's 68 year old mother (Bertha-Lynn), his 6 siblings, 11 baby mommas, 12 offspring, and wife (Divine). While most of the family wore black to signify their mourning, Divine (formally known as the she-male Peaches) wore a bright red dress suit, --a sheer black veil draped over his matching hat (with black feather) to hide her supposed sadness.
Sitting in the front of the church with Pooh's mother and siblings, she could feel the evil stares of Pooh's other 11 former girlfriends burning holes into the back of her well designed head. The thought of them hating and envying her all at once, kept Divine from breaking down and showing emotion as she sat with her head high, swaying her handkerchiefed hand side to side in support of the dueling chores.
Along the walls and back of the church (mixing in with the crowds) were plain clothed officers, scanning the church for any signs of Tempest Williams. 2 hours into service, they began to give up and back off, leaving the family to grieve their loss.
While downstairs in the church's little known basement, a small number of well known, wanted, and notorious drug dealers gathered, listening to the services upstairs in total and complete anonymity. After services while the pallbearers struggled to carry the heavy casket (with the overweight Pooh) out to the hoarse for transport to the burial ground, the drug dealers left quietly and without incident through the basement's hidden underground tunnels.
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Back at Pooh's specially designed renovated house (two row houses converted into one big house in the hood), people gathered at the Wake in support of the family (for Pooh's newlywed wife Divine in particular). Word quickly spread throughout the community (by way of Pooh's 11 exes) that he had left the majority of his (supposed) considerable fortune to his mother and his wife, leaving 30% to go towards his children's future educations.
The vultures were out early, offering their sympathies while slipping Divine their phone numbers (for consoling, of course). Divine discreetly passed the numbers on to her friend Dedra who promptly disposed of them.
Like most black Wakes, Pooh's had no shortage of delicious foods for the passersbys, prepared mostly by his overweight sisters who knew how to `throw down' in the kitchen. The 2 buffet style tables on display held: fried chicken, buffalo wings, meatballs, corn on the cob, cornbread, macaroni and cheese, greens, string beans, candied yams, potato salad, macaroni salad, seafood salad, fruit salad, and a plethora of desserts. Pooh's family didn't believe in many things, but they believed in eating their troubles away.
Midway through the Wake, Divine got a message from a very unlikely visitor (Brian Dunn) that someone "special" wanted to speak to her upstairs. Divine knew who it was without having to hear his name. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she began to climb the steps upstairs, dreading every step. When she crested at the top (wondering which door to go behind), she saw a shadowy figure in the hall just before her ex-lover (many moons ago) stepped out into the light.
"Peaches..." he said in a cheerful whisper, leaving Divine to marvel how the sound of his voice still spooks her to this day.
"Tempest...!" greeted Divine, keeping her distance as the memory of their last meeting played fresh in her mind (way back in chap-6, pt-4).
"What..., no hug...?" asked the drug lord, holding his arms outright. You know how I hate being left hangin...!" he added, giving Divine cause for second thought.
Reluctantly she crossed the hallway, tentatively stepping into his reach. Tempest wrapped his arms about her body, squeezing her as tightly and sincerely as anyone who truly missed someone they cared for. Divine flinched in his grasp, ready to break loose in a moment's notice. When he finally let go, she wasted no time putting distance between them.
"I see you did well fo' yurself..." he said, admiring Pooh's house. "...not as nice as my first house though...!" he added with a smirk as if keeping some private joke. "I guess yur wonderin' why I'm here when every cop in the city's out lookin' for me rite now, eh...?"
"It's crossed my mind..." said Divine, cautiously.
"Regardless of our pasts, Pooh was a colleague..., I couldn't let his funeral go by without stoppin' by to wish his WIFE good luck!"
"Good luck...?" questioned Divine, confused.
"Well..., without him to run his side of the bizniz, I wonder how you gonna support yourself...?" asked Tempest curiously, taking a step closer.
"I'll manage...!" said Divine, stepping back.
Tempest frowned when he noticed Divine's apprehension to be near him.
"I did'n come here to fight..." he said sincerely, trying to ease her fears. "...I'll admit, when I first heard that Pooh had taken you in after I let you go..."
"Let me go...?!" laughed Divine, unable to hold her thoughts inside.
"...I was a lil' mad...! And after I heard yall got married..., I wanted to stop by and firebomb yall crib...!" he admitted, causing a cold chill to run up Divine's spine like the icy cold hand of death trying to make nice. "But that's all inna past now! Pooh's dead! He ain't comin' back...!" continued Tempest, slowly getting to his point. "You know I ain't down wit women workin' for me since my moms was a prostitute when she had me...(as told in the limited story PEACHES in the transgender/TV jul-2008 section of Nifty.org). "...but since you was'n born a woman, I'll let chu come back if you wanna work for me again...!"
Divine could barely contain her laughter...
"Work for YOU...?" she asked, on the verge of hysterics. "You're jokin' right...?" she asked, as Tempest's eyes narrowed in anger. "You expect me to go back to walkin' the streets as a prostitute now...?"
"What..., you too GOOD to be one'a my gurls now...?" asked Tempest, looking Divine up and down with destine.
"Even when I didn't realize it..., I was too good to be one of your she-boy hookers!" stated Divine, firmly. "When I escaped form you a year ago, I promised myself I would never go back down that road again! And now here YOU are, actin' like you're offerin' me something worthwhile! POOH saw what I was worth, even if YOU never will!"
Before Divine could even completely finish her last statement, Tempest had crossed the hall and was up in her face, his fists poised to do some serious damage. But he held off, calming himself before flying off the handle.
"You think juss cuz you cut yur dick off and grew a coc' that you a real woman...?" he asked, his evil eyes piercing through to Divine's very soul. "You ain't NEVER gonna be nothin' but street trash..., sumthin' I picked up late one nite to make suck my dick onna street! I'm the one that turned you into sumpthin'! Without me you'd still be sum funny lookin' skinny gay boy suckin' dick in parkin' lots after the clubs let out! You ain't shyt without me!" yelled Tempest, catching the attention of everyone downstairs. Money (and two of Pooh's husky brothers) came running up the steps as Tempest pulled a gun from the back of his waist.
"You...you alright, D...?" asked Money, stopping short at the top of the steps when he saw Tempest. Tempest said nothing as he stared the 3some down daringly.
"I'm okay, DeWayne..." said Divine, never taking her eyes off Tempest.
"THIS yur nicca now...?" smirked Tempest, nodding towards D-Money. "Ain't waste no time, eh...?" he asked, throwing innuendos. "Pooh ain't even fully inna ground yet n' you already replaced his fat ass wit a betta lookin' nicca!"
No one said anything as everyone listened in silence. They all knew Tempest's reputation as being high strung, and knew better than to make any sudden moves. From the top of the stairs Tempest could see several people downstairs staring up on cell phones, and knew it was his time to make his leave (before the cops showed up). Being a wanted fugitive, it wouldn't take them long to get there. He stepped away from Divine, then headed down the stairs, staring Money down hard as he passed by him and between Pooh's brothers without incident. The crowd parted a pathway to the door as Tempest slowly made his way to the exit with cell phones clicking pictures as if he was a celebrity. "I'll be in touch...!" he added before leaving, his trusted assistant (Dunn) close behind.
"Are you alright, girl...?" asked Dedra, rushing up the steps to Divine's side.
"I'm okay..." said Divine, holding onto the railing for support.
"You sure...? You look kinda funny...!" said Money, ready to catch her she fell.
"I'm alright..." she assured, getting her wits about her as the crowd downstairs started to whisper amongst themselves.
"What was THAT all about...?" asked Dedra, helping Divine to her room.
"THAT was Tempest's way of asking me to come back..." answered Divine, having experienced his `sweat talk' before.
"He's crazy to come up INSIDE Pooh's house to threaten you while you're still in mourning! That's no way to treat a grieving widow on the day of her husband's funeral! He has no class!"
"If he thinks I'm just gonna sit by and watch him cheat me out of my husband's share of their partnership, then he's not just crazy, he's stupid!" declared Divine. "He's got the wrong black widow!"
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Tempest and his assistant got back in his limousine as the driver quickly sped off. Tempest was livid, holding his gun in his hand as he contemplated scenarios in his head while Dunn complained in his ear about what just happened.
Sitting across from them sat 39 year old missing police detective Scott Macnamara. Scotty was no longer tied and bound, but remained a prisoner nevertheless as Tempest had him dressed in drag. Macnamara made one ugly girl in a cheap blonde wig, bad makeup, a mustache and facial stubble, a hairy chest peeking out from under his strap dress, and hairy legs. Tempest wasn't concerned about Macnamara passing as a woman, but he knew dress up and feminized as he was, the detective wouldn't try escaping anytime soon for fear of being seen. Tempest knew Mac's masculinity wouldn't allow him to purposely be seen in a getup like that. He would risk further humiliation at the hands of his captor than risk having him cop image tarnished on the streets.
Tempest called Scotty over while Dunn stewed over Divine's blatant disrespect for his `master'. Macnamara climbed down off the limo seat, and motioned down on his knees as Tempest spread his legs. "Time to learn how to suck dick, bitch!" he said coldly as the limousine rocked back and forth while turning corners.
Macnamara swallowed hard, looking from Tempest's cruel eyes down to his crotch. He could easily see that the madman had a hardon by the size of the tent behind his fly. Confrontation always aroused Tempest, getting his juices flowing. He ordered Macnamara to open his fly and pull out his meal, making cop regret not escaping when he had the chance. Reaching up into Tempest's lap, Macnamara began unfastening his pants, all the while ignoring the cocky smile coming from Dunn. He opened the pants, pulling down the zipper before reaching into Tempest's loose fitting silk boxers for his stiff dick. Wrapping his hand around the black pole, he carefully pulled it through the fly of his shorts and out into the open where it stood proudly over 9 inches (and curved to the left). Mac thought it was the ugliest dick he'd ever seen with a foreskin covering all but the very tip which was already leaking pre-cum.
"Well..., don't just sit there admiring it..., SUCK it!" ordered Dunn, taking the initiative.
Macnamara hesitated, but eventually leaned forward to take the ugly beast in his mouth. Closing his eyes, he took the plunge without looking, imagining he was about to eat something else. But as soon as his lips touched the leaking tip, his skin crawled at the idea of eating another man's discharged semen.
Tempest watched as Macnamara wrapped his mustached lips around his head of his ramrod, but wasn't paying much attention. His mind was still on Peaches, and her refusal to become one of his Stable Girls again. He knew that they had always had a rocky relationship, but deep down he always believed they loved each other and had each other's backs til the end. He recalled memories of when they were young and in love, sharing a crappy apartment on Snyder's Drive (before he Killed his mentor [Brickhouse] and came into his own [again, told the PEACHES story line in transgender/TV section]). Thinking back to those days when it was just him and her against the world, sharing everything, always made Tempest nostalgic about the old days, --about what could have been.
He looked down to see Brian Dunn using his hand to shove the back of Macnamara's head up and down in his lap, forcing the cop to suck his dick and take more of the shaft. Macnamara gagged each time Tempest's long curved dick went more than 4 inches into his mouth. He wasn't used to sucking cock, and his brain wouldn't conform to the idea, causing him to gag on reflex.
"He's a terrible cocksucker..." informed Dunn.
"Train him!" insisted Tempest, pushing Scotty up off his dick. "I want him deep throating by tonite! I'm puttin' him out on the street with the other gurls!"
"Yes, sir!" said Dunn as Tempest pushed Mac over into his assistance's lap, then maneuvered himself around to Mac's rear. Macnamara looked back over his shoulder curiously as Tempest rose the back of his dress to expose his bare (pantyless) ass.
"Here..., suck this...!" offered Dunn, fishing out his own flaccid dick which fell limply over to the side of his open fly. Macnamara looked down at it questionably just as Tempest began to dig into his ass. He closed his eyes and groaned out loud as the long hard black dick started to make its journey into his body.
Tempest rubbed the head of his dick up and down the slimy crack of Macnamara's recently shaved ass, wetting the tip with the remnants of anal lube and leaking sperm which packed the officer's recently fucked hole. He aimed his dick up to the opening, then pushed in, shoving the head inside first before sinking the rest of his curved shaft afterwards.
"UHHHH...!!" groaned Mac, feeling the dick fill his hole instantly as he spread his knees for better support. He felt Tempest press all the way in until his knotty pubic hairs were scratching the smooth skin of baby smooth ass cheeks before the drug dealer began fucking him.
Macnamara grunted loudly with every thrust Tempest made, his eyes closed and his mouth agape with concentration. He's learned (through continuous fuckings at Tempest's warehouse) that if he concentrated hard enough, he could actually relax his asshole muscles, enabling him to take the rough fuckings easier. However Brian Dunn had other plans as he began to beat his flaccid dick against Macnamara's bottom lip to get his attention. Mac felt the constant tapping of something soft and spongy against his chin, and looked down to see Dunn still offering his cock.
"Open wide, girly...!" ordered the assistant as he stuffed his soft penis into the open mouth.
Macnamara closed his lips around the penis without thought, as most of his concentration was on what was happening behind him. He could already feel the pain lessening as he relaxed more, already becoming accustomed to being fucked as his rectum took Tempest's deep thrusts easier.
At that very moment, he felt Dunn's dick starting to grow in his mouth, stretching longer and getting harder as it plumped up to its full 6 and 1/2 inch potential. Dunn (as a bonafide bottom) wasn't used to having his own manly parts taken care of. The fact that Tempest was letting him get his dick sucked meant the drug lord saw Macnamara as being beneath him on the totem pole of sexual slaves. This excited Dunn as he watched Macnamara's pink mustached lips suckling up and down his light brown shaft.
Macnamara sucked the hard dick in his mouth, giving a better blow job to the smaller dick which didn't make him gag as much. He could feel his body being fucked from behind, each inward thrust of Tempest's powerful hips drove him further into Dunn's lap. When his teeth accidently scratched the assistant's tender skin, Dunn ripped his dick from his mouth and bitch slapped him hard across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on the side of Mac's shocked face. "Bite me again and lose the teeth!" warned Dunn, repeating the statement told to him many years ago when he was first starting out. Mac obeyed, stretching his jaws wider to accommodate as Dunn went back to fucking his face.
For the next 15 minutes Macnamara was fucked between the two men, with Tempest holding him by the waist as he hammered straight through into his aching gut. Macnamara groaned around the mouthful of dick hitting the start of his throat, making him gag as Dunn held him by the head, ramming his hips up into his face. When Tempest pulled out of his ass, Macnamara thought the drug lord had cum, and focused his full attention on Dunn. He breathed as best he could through his stretched mouth and stuffed nose as thick gobs of spit coated the assistant's hard shaft. Dunn thrust up into Mac's face with deeper strokes, lifting his ass up out of the seat. It was all Macnamara could do to keep his teeth from grazing the tender dick surface as it sped in and out of his mouth like a piston. All too soon (for Dunn), did his orgasm hit as the first volley of hot cum erupted from his throbbing manhood, firing straight down into Macnamara's throat.
"uugggkkk!!!" choked Mac as the cum took him by surprise. His throat locked down after the first spurt got through, causing the second blast to hit the back of his mouth. Dunn pulled his still spurting dick from Macnamara's cum mouth, then shot the remainder of his load all over the cop's badly painted face. Macnamara panted breathlessly as the warm cum pellets hit him in the face. He could taste the cum in his mouth assaulting his taste-buds as he swallowed instinctively.
Dunn fell back into his seat exhausted, his hard dick quickly dying in his hand. Macnamara thought he was done, until he turned to find Tempest lying back on the long limo seat stroking his upright meat.
"Sit on it, bitch! Fuck yurself!" he ordered.
Macnamara got up off the floor of the limousine, then (awkwardly) straddled Tempest's hips and aligned his big black cock up to his asshole. Macnamara couldn't help feeling like a chump, standing there in a dress and wig like a fag, cum dripping from his face like a whore, the taste of cum on his breath like a woman, and about to sit down on a black man's fat black dick like a slut. He couldn't have hated his life more right now, as he slowly sat down and felt the dick head penetrate his rectal lips.
Dunn watched from across the seat as Macnamara's flat white ass slowly ate up Tempest's long curved dick. Macnamara sat on all but 3 inches of pole as he opted to spare his ass any more pain or embarrassment, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity. But Tempest simply gripped him by the waist, and THRUSTED the last 3 inches in himself. Macnamara grunted in surprise as the entire dick burst through his colon, the fat ugly head buried somewhere deep in his bowels.
"Now, RIDE it!" ordered Tempest, lying back comfortably.
Macnamara sat in shock for a moment as his bowels adjusted to the pole standing upright in his ass. After a few seconds, he began lifting and lowering his ass, riding the dick tentatively. Tempest allowed Macnamara a moment to get his shit together, knowing it usually took a while to totally break a straight man's will and turn him into a cum hungry faggot.
He watched with amusement as Macnamara rode his dick as if afraid to impel himself. His own dick and balls lay softly on Tempest's ripped abs, totally limp due to the humiliation he felt. Tempest let him ride him as well he could, his tight gripping man-cunt squeezing the drug lord's dick like a vice despite all its recent fuckings.
After awhile Tempest began to lose patience. Grabbing Mac by the waist, he began dictating the speed he wanted the cop to fuck himself in. Macnamara found himself speeding up the process, fucking his own asshole up and down the hard slab of meat like a chick in a porno. In no time at all he leaned forward, placing his hands on Tempest's torso for support as he began pumping his bottom down harder on the dick.
Tempest relaxed confidently, watching Macnamara's transform as he began taking the dick with longer strides. Dunn was shocked to see how quickly the straight man adjusted to getting fucked. He watched as his bare white ass (parted obscenely in half by the fat black pole penetrating it) humped up and down Tempest's curved dick, his flat cheeks slapping into Tempest's pelvis as he took the entire cock inside him with each thrust.
Macnamara couldn't believe how big of a hoe he felt like while riding the drug lord's dick, as if living out some strange unspoken taboo. Most cops fear being captured and tortured (or worse) by some crazed black criminal whose whole agenda is to punish you for being a white cop, but Macnamara's fear was of being kidnapped and raped by Tempest Williams specifically, having worked narcotics and knowing of Tempest's gay background. They had heard stories, and had even seen pictures of men who crossed Tempest, men with their assholes broken and bashed in by excessive fucking. One officer was even found dead at the waterfront with his asshole caved in by a 6' gorilla (first series), leaving his wife a widow and his children orphans.
Macnamara not only feared being fucked by Tempest and gang banged by his men, he also (and this was his biggest fear of all) was afraid of liking it, of becoming gay himself. He would often laugh it off, believing gay was gay and straight was straight, that there was just no way a gay man could turn a straight man gay. But now (as he rode the gay man's hard dick like a pole dancer) he believed his fears were coming true. His own dick was starting to rise to full mast as he secretly became more and more excited over his lewd act. It somehow felt liberating giving into his deepest darkest fears, knowing he had little choice to comply. He fucked his own ass up and down on the pole, but he knew if he didn't, he would not only regret it, but he would anger a man believed responsible for nearly a half of all the murders in the city.
Tempest could feel the difference in the way Macnamara rode him. He could tell by the way he slammed his ass down around his dick base that he was starting to really enjoy being fucked, that he was no longer as straight as he used to be. Tempest knew that once he accepted the idea of getting fucked (by fucking his own ass rather than having his ass fucked) that he would eventually be out looking for more dick to plug that whole. Luckily for Macnamara though, Tempest had plans to give him as much dick as he would ever need!
The sound of slapping flesh filled the back of the limo like applause. Mac was just really starting to get into the feeling of his anal guts being smashed when he suddenly felt Tempest tense up. He looked down to see the drug lord's head thrown back dreamingly as the veins in his neck began to pop out. Tempest groaned out loud as his dick suddenly throbbed, then started injecting Mac's bowels with a fresh deluge of thug cum. Macnamara was slightly disappointed that the ride was over as Tempest's dick pulsed and jerked inside him.
After they finished fucking, Tempest tossed Mac off his dick then ordered him to suck it clean. Macnamara spent the remainder of the car ride cleaning Temp's dick with his mouth, his hungry ass presented in Dunn's direction if he was interested in sloppy seconds...
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ELSEWHERE...
The repetitive hum of an ongoing machine, along with the unmistakable groans of a man in the thralls of pleasure/pain filled the isolated room occupied by former police captain David L. McConnell as he lay captive, strapped naked to a stranger's bed on his back, his arms and legs tied strategically in place overhead as a motorized dildo rammed in and out of his spread ass automatically.
McConnell (delirious from exhaustion and dehydration) had no idea how many hours the machine had spent plundering him repeatedly, the long fat 10" shaft of the rubber phallus piercing his anus with every inward stroke, the head burrowing well into his aching and swollen rectum with the same uninterrupted repetitive pace. On the video monitors beside the bed he could see himself still being videotaped, the stationary cameras left behind by his assailant still rolling as they viewed him lying in bed from two different angles, the large hard dildo speeding in and out of his well lubed ass with no breaks in-between, occasionally spitting an oil based lubricant into his bowels to keep the track lubed.
McConnell (a man of positive nature) had long ceased struggling against the tightly secured ropes, opting instead to conserve his energy and await help. He tried thinking positive thoughts about his life from before the drama, --his children, his family, practically anything to keep his mind occupied and off the torture happening in his ass. He managed to keep his mind through most of the assault (bearing the pain like a man), but the machine simply abided his time and eventually started to wear the former captain down. So much so that McConnell was only vaguely aware of his captor's return. From the corner of the room he saw a man (completely dressed in black camouflage and ski mask) emerge as he walked straight up to the bed and looked down at him, admiring his handiwork as he watched the Analyzer speed in and out of McConnell's raw and swollen anal ring.
McConnell said nothing (barely able to speak) as he looked up at his captor with glossy (lust driven) eyes. The man smiled under his mask when he noticed all the fresh cum splatters drying on McConnell's hairy chest and stomach, a sure indication that the machine had gotten the better of him. He reached down and began massaging the large boner he had tenting his camouflage pants from watching McConnell's ass eat all 10 solid inches of thick dildo. Giving into his own lust, he stopped the machine in mid fuck, causing McConnell to groan gratefully. Stripping naked from the neck down, he climbed up onto the bed between McConnell's spread legs, poising his hard directly up to the bound man's ravished hole.
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...
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