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This story occurs one week after Police Ambush

14:16 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Jason has been able to go back to his apartment about four days after the attack on him, he still hadn't told me what happened, but I can understand not wanting to talk about things like that and I hadn't really pushed asking, he'd tell me when he was ready.

I'd slept on the couch the first night, wanting him to have some time alone for his first night back at home. Last night I slept in his bed. It's about ten minutes before I knew the alarm was going off that I woke up and I slid my arm around him, slowly stroking his chest, working my hand down slowly to his cock and balls, running my hand around to his thigh.

I lean over and start kissing him on the neck slowly, hopefully he wouldn't mind being woken up before his alarm, he was back at work today, on desk duty due to his leg. "Jace?" I say quietly to slowly wake him up, which because Londoners don't seemingly like too many syllables in their names they call people apparently.

14:40 OfficerJasonFrank: I woke up, gradually, after the first decent sleep I'd had since I was attacked.

The constant aching pain in my right thigh was finally dying down to the point where I could wean myself off some of the painkillers. It had a long way to heal, but the bruises and swelling on my face were finally starting to go down. My ass still hurt, that fucker had torn it pretty bad when he'd raped me, but the pain was manageable now. My balls still ached as well, but thank god there was no permanent damage to my boys. But despite my nuts still not fully recovered from being fried, I was horny as hell.

A lot of that was Aaron's fault. He'd been with me the whole week, supporting me, staying with me. And finally, sleeping with me. God that was amazing. His hard, ginger body belonged next to mine. I slept better with him. The nightmares, well sometimes, they got really bad. I woke up in a cold sweat.

This time, though it wasn't a nightmare waking me up, it was Aaron's touch. His hand was stroking my cock and balls, my thick pecs, my thigh. I heard his name for me, Jace. Lazy bastard. But I didn't mind. I woke up more fully, and turned over, wincing slightly as I adjust my right thigh.

It didn't take long for my rod to start to get hard. My balls began to throb, and the pleasure was joined by a hefty chunk of pain. But so the fuck what. I didn't give a shit. I grinned over at Aaron, my hand stroking his ginger beard, I raised my other hand and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him over for a kiss.

15:43 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I lean in for a kiss, noticing the wince of pain. "Hey.. it's okay... we don't need sex today, I know you're still recovering." I say eventually when moving away from the kiss and smiling at him.

"There will be time for that, hopefully before Tuesday when my flight back to the UK is. But you were busted up in your balls... I didn't mean to hurt them.. I just couldn't resist."

"If you want, I could fuck you instead." I still didn't know the level of damage that had been done that way.

I stroke the chest of the NYPD officer as I put my arms around him. "You only woke up once during the night, that's good.. right..." I kiss again, gently and lovingly before smiling.

"Since you're back at work today, I thought I'd go for a bit of sightseeing, as I didn't get to do that last time I was here. I'll be back for dinner if you feel up to going out for some after your shift."

16:05 OfficerJasonFrank: I growled.... "You may not need sex ... but I fucking do. It's been over a week for me, Aaron." I look over at the time. I sigh. Not really enough time to give it a try. I was due in to the station to meet with the Chief and plan out my 'recovery'. And Aaron was right, there was still time. I grin a bit, "We will make time. I guarantee it." I still feel a bit dumbstruck when I think what Aaron went through to be here for me.

"First day back on the job... stuck at a desk." I sighed. "Well hey, at least it's a step in the right direction."

I try not to wince, when Aaron mentions fucking me, but it shows. I sigh deeply, as Aaron puts his arms around me. Fuck that felt good. A man could get used to this. And... focusing on how I felt about Aaron helped to keep my mind from going back to that alley, a week ago. I kiss him back, my dick stiffening even further. I get a bit embarrassed, but want to be honest with him. "Uhhh, Aaron.. I know I said that I was gonna let you fuck me at some point. Well, uhhh.." My face goes beet red. I feel a sense of shame burning my face up.

But I go on. "That's gonna have to wait for a while... He, well, he... tore me up pretty bad down there." I don't dwell on it. No point. I move right on. I don't want to remember how it felt to be that bastard's bitch. Move on Jason. Focus on Aaron. Focus on your job. Focus on getting better.

"Dinner tonight sounds like a plan." I kiss him once more, then, grunting, swing myself out of bed. I couldn't shower yet, the stitches and dressing for the knife wounds in my thigh weren't due to come out until tomorrow. Grunting, I head into the bathroom to sponge myself off and use plenty of deodorant.

After I sponged off, I hobbled back into the bedroom, and got dressed. Slowly, a bit awkwardly, especially getting trousers over my still bandaged thigh, but I managed. I buckled on my belt. No badge, and no nameplate, but those were waiting for me at the office. The memory of that psycho ripping them off my uniform surfaced again, along with that sense of shame and failure. But I pushed it aside. I checked myself out briefly in the mirror, and felt some of my confidence return. My hard muscled frame filled out the shirt and stretched the seams just a bit. It felt good to be back in uniform.

"You enjoy yourself today checking out my city, and we'll meet up this evening. And... I know I've said this before... but thanks Aaron." I grin.

16:27 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile, still lying naked in bed my own cock hard looking at you. "You look good Jace, I'm sure you'll be fine. I had to do desk duty once, admittedly the police station I had been stationed in didn't exist after the bombing. But the paperwork wasn't too bad.

It had been awful.

"You don't have to thank me, I'll take two New York pizzas, a set of dunken donuts then enough blow jobs to work off the calories," I laugh. "Go to work."

I wait till he's gone and text David: He's doing okay, back at work today, think he's still a bit down about something, think the guy fucked him over leg, balls, arse, everywhere. Yeah he's doing well.

With my daily secret update to David done, I went back to sleep, no point in getting up too early, I was on holiday.

Outside his phone bleeped from an unknown number: Hey Fed... abandoned warehouse in the Meatpacking Distict, corner of 14th and 8th, come alone, no gun, no nightstick, no whatever the fuck. You've got 25 minutes.

16:55 OfficerJasonFrank: Suddenly, my phone beeped. I grinned, bet that was Aaron. He could have at least waited till I got to my car..... That... wasn't Aaron.

I looked at the phone, and my hand started to shake. I hadn't told anyone, not my chief, not Aaron about that blackmail threat. About those videos and ... photos that bastard took of me. I couldn't face it. I didn't want to face it.

If those got out, my career would be fucking over. Suddenly, I was seeing red. I couldn't think... I couldn't think... I wanted to kill. Kill the fucker. Kill that mother fucking psycho. He wanted me alone? He'd have me alone.

I hobbled to my car, seeing red, turned over the engine and spun off, burning rubber as adrenaline surged in me. I was in the Meatpacking District in 15 minutes flat, weaving in and out of traffic, focused like a laser. I had my Glock with me, a spare that went with my uniform. Think, think Jason...

I kept my Glock, but emptied out my taser, nightstick, and mace, making my belt look nice and empty. Then, I tucked the Glock barrel first right over my ass, up against the small of my back. I'd let him think I was cowed, pissing myself with fear, then I'd pull my Glock on him and blow out his goddamn brains. He wasn't going to ruin my life, my career.

Briefly, it flashed through my mind... I was sworn to uphold the law. This would be ... murder. Fucking first degree murder. I broke in a cold sweat... and hesitated... Oh fuck. My whole life .... would be over. Fucking over. If those pictures went out, that video went out, I'd be done. I .... couldn't let him destroy me. I froze, stuck in stasis, trapped between two impossible outcomes, on the verge of entering the abandoned warehouse. That I commit murder.... or that my life and career are over.

11:51 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: There’s another text message: I heard your call pull up. Hope no one is with you. If there’s a second person I have left instructions to send those photographs to the newspaper and to your precinct.

I’m inside the warehouse. There isn’t much around. But I’m not alone. I have two other guys with me. Two redneck guys from Alabama that I’m currently training. They’re nowhere near good enough for the syndicate. But muscle is muscle and you need it in places where brains don’t work.

15:42 OfficerJasonFrank: My phone beeps again as I'm caught in the throes of indecision... My oath... or the ruination of my life and my career. OH fuck. Suddenly, I wish... I wish I'd had the guts, the courage to share what that fake soldier had done to me with Aaron. I wish...

Then I grunt, if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. Deal with what is Jason. Man UP. NOW. Head in there. Grunting, I limp towards the door, my Glock securely tucked in the rear waistband of my uniform trousers, my tactical belt left in my car.

I enter the warehouse, the door creaking open. Instantly, I spot the man that beat, raped, and now wants to blackmail me. Fury burns white hot in me, and in the heat of the moment, there is no moral agonizing. There is action.

He has two rednecks with him, but they will no doubt run with their tails between their legs after this fucker is dead. I step forward, thinking carefully, wanting to get closer, wanting to get sure of my shot before I draw my Glock. I battle with the maelstrom of emotions tearing me up inside, the shame, the white hot fury, the lust to kill this fucker who messed me up so bad. I limp forward, one careful step at a time, waiting for my chance.

21:56 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "Oh good," I say looking at you. "And you came alone."

"Now... I know what you're thinking, you're thinking... maybe just maybe you can get over here on that leg... which looks still fucking bad. Doesn't it."

"Maybe then you could kill these two.. which I doubt."

"Then maybe you want a rematch with me."

"But you're not going to.. You're not getting that today." I smile and show my phone. "I made a few copies of those photos. You try and have a fight with me... all I have to do is not text my colleagues in the Syndicate every 24 hours and they will send them to all the contacts that were in your phone, and your pig factory where all you pigs congregate."

"I'm sure you don't want that."

"So today, I'm here to test these two. I needed a punching bag, and you came to mind. If you defeat them. I'll get one of the photos deleted... maybe... maybe not... depends how you do."

"But you don't beat them... well... I may take more photos. I loved that SO much."

07:31 OfficerJasonFrank: I'm just about to reach back and draw my Glock on this fucking piece of shit, when he speaks. What he says freezes me in the act.

Not only does he mock me further, making fun of the injury to my thick right thigh that he himself inflicted, but he brings up the terrifying possibility that even if I kill him, I will still be blackmailed. That possibility had never occurred to me.

Suddenly, I feel deeply sick inside. I start to tremble, and the color drains out of my face. He's bluffing.... he's fucking bluffing... he's ... got to be... and if he isn't... and I blow his brains out, then I will have violated my oath of service for nothing. I swallow hard.

Again, that sense of deep shame starts rising in me, I focus on my rage instead in an effort to hold it together. I snarl out, "You mother fucking sick psychotic perverted piece of twisted shit... " I start to breathe heavily, my hands clenching and unclenching, trying desperately to figure out my options.

What could I do? What the fuck could I do? I ... realized bitterly... that I had no choice. I had to go along with him... for now. Those two hayseeds weren't going to be a challenge for me, even with my fucked up leg.

I swallowed, "I hope those two inbred redneck morons don't matter to you. Cause when I'm done with them, they are going to be seriously fucked up. And as for you.... if you think I'm nothing but some kind of toy for you, you are going to learn the hard way how wrong you are."

I limp forward a few more feet, burning up with rage, shame, helplessness. My fists are raised, and I drop into the best fighting stance I can, "Let your dogs loose, so I can put them down."

10:45 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I take my phone out and put it on a barrel pointing at you. "Better make it good, pig."

"And calling me names don't get you anywhere," I tap the flag on my uniform. "US Army... we don't give a shit what you call us. We just get our mission done."

"And you are my toy, if I need someone to fuck, you'll be there, if I need someone to fight someone, you'll be there. If I need some evidence to disappear you'll be there. If I need someone to fucking suck my cock, you will fucking be there, Fed."

I look at the two guys, and they both run forward straight at you together, they're muscled, and from how they're moving they've been trained, but their training is only a low level, two on one is probably a fair fight.

"And if you can take them down, then you've done your fucking job haven't you... punching bag."

11:20 OfficerJasonFrank: The sheer small-minded arrogance of that mother fucker simply blows my mind. And his utter hypocrisy... claiming to be a proud US soldier when his behaviour marks him as a fucking traitor to the flag.

"I'm not your fucking toy, and your dick is never going up my ass again, you sick fucker. You can go fuck and suck yourself, you twisted, perverted bag of limp dicks."

Those two hayseeds surge forward. I push that fucking bastard's words out of my mind, the roiling mass of fear, shame, and rage is not gonna help me fight. C'mon Jason, FOCUS. I snap my eyes to the two rushing rednecks.

They have some muscle, and they have some training, I can tell by how they move, but I trust in my training. I pivot on my left leg, twisting my injured right leg back, away from the man on the right. My body isn't healed, and I can feel the pain throbbing through my half-healed wounds, but pain is just fucking pain. I know I have this.

My maneuver spins me around to the side of the left most redneck, and I drop my level, gritting my teeth, and firing off a heavy left hook, targeting the the redneck's right hand ribs with a savage blow, counting on my speed, training and technique to start fucking this bastard up. I keep my right hand back to guard, every sense heightened.

Fighting.... fuck... There is a kind of zen in a fight. Nothing matters but the now... the flow of the fight.

11:25 Styles: The first redneck, Styles, wasn't expecting the punch to the ribs, and doubles over as he was about to punch you, so it goes wide and even if it had hit it wouldn't have been very powerful at all.

11:25 Cade: The second redneck, Cade, comes in on the back of the first, slamming his fist right into your arm as you bring it up to block with, but he's quicker than the fist guy and notices you're basically only using one leg, and as he goes to slam another first into your guarded face, he brings his leg up and slams his boots into your shin.

11:47 OfficerJasonFrank: My fist smashes into my target's ribs, and the fucker doubles up, his own blow going wide.

But I'm fighting two of the fuckers, not just one. The other seems a bit sharper than the first, and he's on me in a flash. My right hand blocks his fist, getting a grunt out of me. He slams another fist to my head, and as I block the blow, I realize this bastard is a smart cookie. His boot slams into my left shin, and I gasp, buckling, can't put much weight on my right leg.

But grimly, I go with the blow, letting my left leg drop down, twisting as I do, and diving forward, smashing my shoulder into the tricky bastard's hips, my hands wrapping around his quads, as I slam into him looking to take him down hard to the ground in a double leg takedown.

11:56 Cade: Cade grunts in surprise as he slams into the floor of the warehouse. "Fucking bastard," he grunts out as he tries to now punch you in the face now again that you aren't blocking. But his punches are weak.

11:56 Styles: Styles recovers from the punch as he turns and jumps on your back as you take down Cade pulling his arms around your throat in a sleeper hold. "Yeah... fucking pig... I've been in fucking jail.. I'm going to fucking destroy you for that." He locks it in tightly, he's been taught what to do, but he's not as good at it as a fully trained guy would.

10:45 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I watch from the corner, sitting on the steps leading to a disused office. "Oh come on, pig, put up a bigger fight than this. You're not a very good fucking punching bag if you're not fighting back."

12:40 OfficerJasonFrank: I take the faster redneck down easily, and start to mount him, my right leg trembling. I'm fully conscious of the other dude I smashed in the ribs. He's going to get right back in this fight at any moment. As I try to secure my position, I eat a hasty fist from the bottom man on my jaw.

Rocks me a bit, but it lacks power and technique, and I shake it off. Then, like a ton of bricks, the other fucker drops on my back. Damn, he shook that hook off fast. His bicep is thick, massive, and he's got some real power, but his technique is shit. He totally misses my carotid.

I'm not in any immediate threat, but I want this fucker off my back. I reach up and seize his wrist, then, grunting, my right leg screaming bloody murder at me as I kneel astride the redneck idiot beneath me, I tense my core, and fling myself forward and down, throwing my power and weight into it, sending the fucker trying to sleeper me flying head over heels over my head.

Gasping, face to face now with the other fucker beneath me, I slide my left knee up to pin down his right arm, and look to fucking cave his redneck face in with a heavy left fist to the undefended right side of his jaw.

12:52 Styles: Styles goes flying and slams into the floor, his back slamming into the ground and he struggles for a second to get up, but he can't right away, he's too winded.

11:56 Cade: Cade struggles under you as he puts his own knees up trying to unbalance you off him. "Fucking pig," he spits up and using his left hand he grabs your nuts squeezing as hard as he can before your fist slams into his face, busting his nose, not knocking him out, but he's bleeding and the struggling is getting less.

10:45 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I looked across at the two of them, this was confirming my biggest concerns, these two weren't even worthy to work for the syndicate.

13:14 OfficerJasonFrank: One redneck down, letting me focus on one at a time. The one beneath me squirms and struggles, using his knees to try and throw me off him.

I grit my teeth, my leg aching, he might just succeed, despite the hammering I just gave his fucking ugly face. But he's latched onto my nuts now with his left hand, and I gasp, as my half-healed balls erupt in outrageous pain. I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

I fight through the pain, turning part animal as I turn the sharp point of my elbow in, and bring it down in a savage strike aimed directly at his temple, desperate to knock him out and get him to release my agonized, half healed balls before I puke on him.

11:56 Cade: This is the better fighter of the rednecks and brings up his arm over his face to block yours as his dirty work boots dig into your two legs trying to throw you off, the stitches on the healing leg straining as he presses down.

He's not deliberately trying to target your leg, he'd be better if he did, if he targeted your weak spots, but he's trying to fight you as if he's fighting another low level fighter, not someone trained.

12:52 Styles: Styles slowly is starting to get up off the floor, but he's not even on his feet yet.

11:56 Cade: Cade knows the nuts are working and pulls on them as hard as he can before following it up with a swift punch to the abs but only hits the vest as he tries to block you until Styles can get up.

15:33 OfficerJasonFrank: My elbow smashes into my opponent's arm, blocking my attempt to knock him out. His grip doesn't loosen on my balls, and I gurgle, then scream in deep pain.

My gorge begins to rise, and then I feel his dirty boots start kicking against my legs. And I gasp again, as he inadvertently slams into my injured right leg. But he's not targeting it. He's not smart enough, I realize, to be that sophisticated.

But out of the corner of my eye, I see the other redneck start to slowly rise. Grunting, I feel his punch slam into my abs, but I'm protected by my vest.

I reach down and seize his wrist as he grabs my nuts, and I stab my fingers deep into the tendons lining the underside of his wrist, forcing him to finally release my nuts. I roll off him then, unable to hold my position, as he pushes on my legs, and wanting to get back to a standing base.

I roll and get my left knee under me, then push back up to both my feet, dropping into a hard, heavy defense, ready to finish these fuckers, as I fight to get the agony roiling in my nuts under control.

15:40 Cade: Cade starts to roll over, holding on to his wrist. "Fucker... just get the pig!"

15:40 Styles: Styles is slower, his back was severely ignored and he heads over just aims a lazy kick at your leg before going for a punch to your guarded face.

15:40 Cade: Cade rolls over and gets up and charges bodily at you, trying to do to you exactly what you did to him with a double leg takedown.

10:45 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I smile looking at you. "Come on.. fucking remember your training, don't just go at him, he's vaguely trained, work fucking together you fuckers, or there will be some fucking punishment if you don't fucking beat him."

16:42 OfficerJasonFrank: I easily pivot out of the way of that kick, and brush his punch aside like a gnat.

I'm totally focused on the fight now, forming my strategy, mastering the pain, embracing it, working through it.

I retaliate by surging forward, and smashing my knee up towards his crotch as his guard is shit. I push off with my right leg, teeth gritted as it trembles, the stitches straining, but holding, as my knee crushes up towards his crotch.

Then the other guy, the one that I had taken down, gets up and bull rushes me. Grunting, I grab the shoulders of the first guy, and twist, heaving him, throwing him into the path of the bull rushing redneck.

16:47 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: There are two noises in quick succession, and both rednecks fall to the ground, what appears to be darts sticking out of their backs. I put the tranq gun down and look at you.

"You're really helping.... I said these weren't up to the guard's standard... been a bit short handed recently and they went on a recruitment drive. I don't think Southern Alabama was the right place to try and get them from."

I stop the recording on my phone and send it to the cloud server, and put it back in my pocket

I head over looking at the cop. "So thanks for proving my point. Hopefully next time I'll get someone better trained." I smile as I stand in front of you. "Pig healing up nicely is he?"

17:11 OfficerJasonFrank: As the two rednecks suddenly collapse in a heap, I look up confused. "What the fuck..." I mutter, then I spy the two darts sticking out of the back of their necks.

He just tranqued them. Just fucking tranqued his own men. I look a bit dumbfounded as my blackmailer rambles on about recruitment drives.

I watch with a twitch in my eye and rage boiling in my veins as I see him pocket his phone, the red indicator light winking out. He recorded this. He fucking recorded this. I sway slightly, my hand itching to go back to the Glock shoved deep in my waistband, concealed beneath a bit of my uniform during the fight.

I itch to grab it, to blow out his fucking brains... but if I do... If what he said is true. I swallow, feeling sick, helpless, burning with rage. "I will kill you. I will fucking kill you with my own hands, you sadistic mother fucker."

17:31 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I walk over slowly to stand opposite you and smile. "Oh come on, we both fucking know they weren't going to beat you. I'm not going to be having people like this under me.. they'd get me fucking killed. I just needed to prove it. Hence the video. If they can't even kill a limp pig like you, they're no use... They'll be trained to do ... something else."

I run my hand down your shirt to your belt and then further to your balls. "You won't ... because if you try... everyone gets everything."

"You will do what I say.. if that means getting on your fucking knees and sucking my cock... that's what you'll do." I walk around you and I slam my boot into your injured leg to get you to kneel on the floor. "THAT'S what they should have done.. gone for the fucking weak spot, pig."
08:15 OfficerJasonFrank: My breath catches in my throat, and my entire body trembles with suppressed rage as that fake soldier blathers on about his stupid rednecks.

Then, his hand runs down my shirt, and I quiver in shame, rage, and disgust. My breathing starts to get heavier as I struggle to keep myself under control. The power he had over me ... was fucking terrifying. It was ... unmanning me.

I had to get free of him. Kill him... but then... my career could be over... I'd have broken my oath of duty and killed him and still might not be free of him.

I snarl as he walks around me mentioning that I'm going to suck his cock. LIKE FUCK I AM. Then, he kicks me in the back of my injured right leg, and with a gasp of agony, it buckles and I fall down to my knees. At this point, something in me snaps. When he walks around to my front again, I explode.

I can't take it, not anymore. I reach behind and grab my glock, wedged in my waistband, tucked in and concealed beneath a fold of my uniform. I pull it out, and calmly point it right between his eyes. "Delete every SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING photo and video of me RIGHT NOW, or I SWEAR, I will put a bullet right between your eyes." I will... I fucking will... I'm shaking so hard, feeling the moral conflict rip into me, but a man can only take so much before he snaps. Shame, rage, hatred burned in me like a bonfire. I would not be his slave.

09:26 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I look straight at you at the gun then at you.

"Really... Oh come on now. Does this ever work. A man who pulls a gun and just uses it to threaten doesn't intend to use it."

"A gun is a fucking tool to be used you idiot, we get taught that you don't draw a gun unless you are willing to use it, and you're not. If you were fucking willing to use that, pig, you'd have just fired it."

"You're not, you're pointing it at me, issuing threats, which you fucking well know are empty. Because shooting me doesn't get you what you fucking want."

I look straight at you into your eyes. "Go on... lets see if you're man enough to do it, because if you do by tonight, everyone will see those photos, and you'll have fucking lost."

"Shooting me, will fucking make things fucking worse for you," said the Texan. "Shooting me is what will fucking destroy your life."

I put my hand out. "Give me the gun."

09:37 OfficerJasonFrank: I trembled as his words hit me harder than his fists. He was in my head... in my fucking head.... My face turned white.... Almost.... almost I pulled the trigger... I was fucked if I did, fucked if I didn't..

I couldn't, couldn't see a way out of this. He was right. And he was in my head. He was fucking with my head. I started to cry, two tears running down my cheeks as I looked up into that brutal soldier's eyes. He had me. He fucking had me.

My hand started trembling violently, and I felt sick. I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. I just stood there pointing my Glock at him... willing myself to pull the trigger, to end his power over me, knowing that the moment I did, my life would be over. I considered for a moment turning the gun on my own head.

It would be quick. It would put an end to this shame. But I couldn't... I still had too much to live for. I had... Aaron ... and David. Shaking violently slowly, my hand reached out as I ... for the first time in my career in the NYPD, willingly surrendered my firearm to a criminal, tears of shame burning hot streaks down my cheeks.

09:43 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I smile and take my phone out and turn on the video as I take the gun, filming the crying officer as I look at his glock and then turn and hold it by the barrel and slam it across your face, hard and violent in one single movement, before throwing it on the ground behind me.

"Fucking pig, knew you weren't a man."

I turn the phone off and turn and leave the rednecks tranq'd on the floor. I turn around and head into the back of the building. "See you again, Fed, next time I call, bring a fucking gun and I will fuck you up even more."

But then I stop and turn back and walk into the room and pick the glock up by the barrel again. "Oh yeah... just in case you try anything again... now got a registered gun to you with your fingerprints on... Think you can figure out what I could do with this."

I slide it into my jacket and then head into the building, leaving you where you are on the warehouse floor.

10:09 OfficerJasonFrank: I kneel, petrified, paralyzed by the raging emotions tearing me apart. What ... what had I done?

The brutal soldier's words hit me harder than the butt of my own Glock smashing into my jaw, sending me slumping in a dazed heap to the floor of the warehouse. He had recorded me... giving him ... my glock... I...

He called out to me, delivering another threat to me, he had my gun... registered to me, and he would use it to ruin me. His hold on me was growing stronger every single fucking day.

I lay there on the floor for a long while, broken. Broken inside. My phone buzzed, it was the Commissioner, wondering where I was. I texted him with shaking fingers, saying I was having a relapse from surgery and couldn't come in to the station...

Then, trembling, ashen face, my rage having drained away by the realization of how powerless I was, I stumbled back to my car. Somehow, I made it back to my apartment, dragging myself, limping back up the stairs.

I sat on my couch, and stared at the wall, blankly. I couldn't think. I couldn't think about anything. I felt like my life was ending. Finally, I realized I had to do something. I had to.... had to tell Aaron... everything.

I had no choice. My life was falling apart. Shaking, I texted Aaron. "Aaron... back at the apartment... I ... need you..."

Then, I dropped the phone, and went back to contemplating the wall, paralyzed and sick deep inside.

10:19 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: It's about half an hour when I get back, I hadn't got to do much, I'd gotten a few souvenirs , an NYPD hoodie from a store near Times Square, and a hat with the statue of liberty on it.

"Did you lose something, or were the station stairs too much," I say as I come in and drop the bags on the floor. "I've discovered that people have pizza for breakfast here, I'm amazed not everyone is overweight."

I frown as I look at you, "Are you alright, Jace?"

"Did you fall, you look dreadful." I go and sit on the couch next to Jason. "Hey... Jason? What happened?"

10:29 OfficerJasonFrank: Suddenly, Aaron is there, walking in the door, his words flowing over me in a torrent, and I gain some kind of strength from them, some semblance of normality as he strides in, the big Ginger British cop owning his space with a power and confidence that I needed right now, my own was missing at present.

He came and sat next to me, noticing the dead, pale look of my face. Usually, I'd be ribbing him, smiling, so fucking glad to see him, but now... I looked dead.

I .. tried to meet his gaze, but I couldn't. I was too ashamed... I put my head in my hands, and took a deep breath, then started talking.

"Aaron... I ... need to tell you... don't know who else to turn to... when I was ... raped... and humiliated by that Syndicate mercenary, the one who was wearing the US army uniform back in the hotel, he... he ... took pictures and video of me being raped... and... it's worse... Aaron... I don't know how he did it... but he made me .."

I stop for a moment, bending over further, sticking my head further into my hands, before finding the strength to continue. "He made me.. cum.. I didn't want to... I hated his fucking guts... I wasn't turned on... but he did it somehow anyways... and he recorded that too.. And now... he contacted me this morning, was going to blackmail me with it, send the video to my Chief, to the papers, that would... ruin me. Ruin my career... my life would be over.. He told me to meet him... to come along, unarmed... but I brought my Glock... I was going to kill him, but he told me that if he died, then the Syndicate would automatically send out the video... I ... couldn't... he made me fight some stupid rednecks, then... he ... forced me to surrender my Glock to him. I was going to shoot him.. but ... my life would be over... And now... now he's in my head... he fucking owns me... my life is over now... Oh fuck Aaron, I'm so fucked... so fucking fucked..." Then, for the first time in my life since I was a boy, I curled up into a ball and started to cry, sobbing, unable to stop.

11:00 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: This is a lot... I listened very patiently, not interrupting as I felt like any victim of crime, he needed to talk, and more importantly someone to listen.

But unlike most victims I talk to in my job, I put my arms around him as well, letting him get all of this off his chest.

"Okay... it's okay... I understand, I really do," as I'd been through something similar with the syndicate before I had been rescued from their hide out, so I'm very well aware of how that can happen. "But you can't think like this right now."

"You did the right thing, you can't go around committing murder. You can't... No matter what. We're sworn to uphold the law, right."

I don't talk for a minute, as I'm trying to decide what is best to you, before leaning over and kissing the side of your face. "You're not fucked while you have me...." I smile and laugh to diffuse the tension. "Well... normally actually you ARE fucked when I'm around, but that's not what I mean."

"I'm going to ask you to do a few really hard things, Jace, right."

"Here's what I want you to do... I'm going to stand up.. The first thing I need you to do, and it's probably the hardest thing to do is I'm going to ask you to stand up. I want you to stand up and I want you to kiss me. That's the first thing. Just kiss me, right, please."

"Then the second thing is I want you to go into the shower, and then go and put on another uniform that isn't covered in dust and crap, right."

"Then the third thing is that I want you to go into the station, you're already late, but this guy isn't going to do anything today, or he would have done. Right... I want the big rough NYPD cop I met to pull his shit together and go into work, because for the rest of the day all you'll think about is your job, think of all the amazing paperwork you can be doing."

I stand up and slowly put my arms around you, trying to coax you off the couch. "Because the next thing is fifth, I want you to leave some of this with me, right... for the rest of today, while you're at work, I want to be the one worrying about this and thinking about it. I want you to just do your job, your job is important to you, so go and fucking do it, right, do it like you normally do. Don't let some fucker derail you. You are going to fucking do your job."

I kiss you again. "Sixth, after you get off work you're going to come back here, I'm going to order pizza and donuts, and you're not even going to go to the gym to work off the calories, you're going to fuck me, right, you're going to fuck me to remember what having real sex with someone you like is."

"Seventh, tomorrow is the next day, and what happens then is in the future. There is no point ever worrying right.. the US Seals have a saying - The Only Easy day was Yesterday - tomorrow's another day right... fuck worrying about tomorrow. Live in the day today."

"Eighth..." I say as I stroke your face. "We'll get through this together... so here's something for you to concentrate on... I love you... so ... want to officially be my boyfriend... Let me take on half your worries."

11:46 OfficerJasonFrank: Suddenly, as I'm crying my eyes out, I feel Aaron's arms around me, pulling me into him, forcing me to open up.

His words, solid, hard, understanding break through the emotional shock that had gripped me tighter than an anaconda, sinking into my brain. Some semblance of hope and strength started to return as he told me what I'm going to do. I even chuckled slightly, when he mentioned fucking me. And I wanted that... I ... needed it.

His instructions wash over me, and he gives me the structure I so desperately need right now. I feel strength starting to return as he holds me, his hard body lending my own powerful frame much needed support. My tears stop, and I begin to pull myself together. When he mentions the eighth thing, I churn inside. And ... I realized something.... I'm not alone. Not as alone as I thought I was. Aaron was standing with me.

I felt the strength of that bond between us like something I could touch and feel inside me. That heavy crushing weight of my situation was pushed back right then, by how much I loved this hard-ass British cop. I began to follow those instructions to the letter, standing up, next to Aaron, and pulling him into a crushingly tight embrace, and kissing him hard, aggressively, hungrily, bruising our lips as I tried to invade his mouth with mine. I needed that.

The kiss lasted for a long while, and after we broke off. I spoke up then, almost matter of fact in my pronouncement. "I love you, you fucking red-headed British bastard. I'd take a bullet for you in a moment, and count it an honor." Then, I turned, picked up my phone, and texted my Commissioner, telling him that I'd be in after all, I'd gotten over the relapse, and was ready. I showered, changed into my new uniform, feeling better already.

I belonged in this uniform. This was my job. And somehow, I'd keep doing it. I'd get through.... no, I corrected myself, we would get through this. I nodded at Aaron, then left my apartment, limping down to my car and went into the office, meeting with my commissioner, and starting my job of double-checking reports of the junior beat cops, totally immersing myself in the task at hand. Only occasionally interrupted by thoughts of donuts and pizza tonight with Aaron. I smiled. Fuck. What had I done to deserve the love of a man like Aaron Mitchell??

12:03 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I wait for him to leave and then turn and pick up my phone and dial David. "Hey... couple of things.... first I need to know whether you know anyone in MI5,6 or the FBI... secondly Jason's in a bit of trouble and I think he needs some help. Thirdly, probably should tell you I seem to now be dating Jason, hope that doesn't make things too wierd between us. Fourth, that trouble he's in.. it's real bad - and I think there is a way through, but I'm not sure where it is yet, and I could do with someone to talk through some thoughts - and you're probably the only guy I could think of in the United States."

"Sorry David, that was a bit of a data dump wasn't it... I don't even know if you're in the US right now."

13:25 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Suddenly, my phone rings. I look a bit surprised. Who would be calling me?

Whoever it was, they were damn lucky. I had the afternoon off from the hunt for Eli, that psychotic terrorist that the US and UK were desperately hunting for.

I was enjoying a short shore leave in Tel Aviv, but was due to fly out to begin the strike on the whack job's next identified cell of supporters over in Libya in an hour.

When I saw that it was Aaron, I broke out into a huge grin. I'd risked my life to save the big red-headed former Para from none other than Derek Steel. I'd been soft on him. He was completely my kind of man. I'd even been about to take on a posting in London, but that was before Eli came onto the scene and I was rapidly reassigned, only barely having time to make a few contacts in MI6 before getting shipped out, and Aaron and I never had that chance to test the waters.

Then, in a strange twist of fate, Aaron had been thrown together with my long time pal from high school, Jason Frank, a tough bad-ass no-nonsense top cop from NY. That had been my doing... When Aaron told me he'd been sent to NY as the bodyguard of a British general, I'd arranged to have Jason be his American liason. The two had hit off, and that's where he was right now. Jason had been attacked, badly, Aaron had been texting me details.

The big red head had actually flown out to NY, arranging emergency leave to care for Jason. I suspected that Aaron had fallen for the big cop. I could see why. Jason was a fucking hunk.

I answered the phone, and in typical Aaron style, a torrent of words poured over me as I sipped my coffee at the outdoor cafe.

My expression quickly turned serious as Aaron revealed to me that Jason was in bad trouble. I reply, used to his machine gun style of speech, addressing his points in order.

"As to point one, give me more details. As to point two, I'd take a bullet for Jason, just like I would you Aaron. I'll bend over backwards for either of you. And the fact that the two of you are officially an item, fuck, you've made my day."

That was true. What was also true was the pang of sadness and regret that Aaron and I had never taken our connection further.... But I continued, "As for fourth, I have an hour before I catch my flight to fight the bad guys. Talk. I'm listening."

13:34 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Okay... thanks David."

"I'm not going to go into the details, because that's not my story to share, it's Jason's - but I'll go through what I think I'm okay to say and hopefully you'll see where I'm going."

"You know Jason was attacked, yes... and we both understand these are the dangers of the jobs we do, at the moment probably more for you than us, but a police officer still gets in danger in the line of duty."

"But it wasn't just in the line of duty, the SAS General that we were protecting, we fought a couple of guys there, a Russian and an American, it was the same American guy that attacked him."

"Again... without the detail... the American has two things of Jace's... his gun, complete with fingerprints, which could obviously be used in the commission of a crime - as well as a video of him handing the gun over. Don't go into the details of why - it doesn't matter. Jason did nothing wrong. In fact he did everything right."

"The second thing is a set of videos, which can be used as blackmail material, again, Jason hasn't done anything wrong, the blackmail is personal, not anything he's done wrong. But he's worried about it, and that's enough for me."

"The American soldier who did this, I'm not worried about, not one little bit, but I can't do much about the video and the gun. I could do with some backup of some sort, and someone in the government, if I was at home it'd be a different matter, but I'm not, I'm in New York and don't know anyone other than Jason, and he's the one that needs my help."

I take a breath after that imagining what David looked like in the air base waiting to get his plane out. I'd been there years ago doing that job, and I imagined his muscled chest when we'd met in Afghanistan those years before I joined the police.

"I just need someone to help me out, and I figured that you're well thought of, and the Rangers tend to know the type of people who don't mind getting their hands dirty. I'm worried about him, hell I'm worried about him so much I'm being nice about the Rangers here, so give me a break and tell me I'm not wasting my compliments about your regiment here."

13:55 OfficerJasonFrank: I sat back and listened. Even without all the details, which were none of my business, but which I nonetheless felt a raging curiosity to know, I could tell Jason was in deep. I took a deep breath, grinning, "Aaron, there are only two things I know that would provoke you to give my regiment an honest to god compliment. The end of the world, or you falling in love. Both are highly unlikely, in fact, I would have placed my money on it being the end of the world if I didn't have inside information."

"But, as it so happens, your compliment is well placed. I can help you out. His name is Myers, Randall Myers. He is former CIA, and runs a private detective firm in New York. Besides knowing one end of a gun from the other and knowing 100 ways to kill a man with his bare hands, he also is a top-notch hacker. I think his skills could come in handy given Jason's unique circumstances. I'll give him your number before I ship out and he'll call you. He's not cheap, but he owes me a huge favor. If anyone can help you, he can."

14:12 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "The money's not a problem," I said. It was slightly a problem, as was the emergency flight to America, but I wasn't skint, I was just willing to spend it if necessary.

"Please, get him to call me, and I'll take it from here. You keep yourself safe wherever you are, I know better than to ask."

"If I can get this sorted, maybe you come over if I'm still here and have a beer with Jace and I. Thank you."

I put the phone down, there was still a longing for what could have been with David, a "What If" in my mind if David had come to London and instead they'd spent time together. He wasn't likely to ever stay in one place though, and the army was in my past - the police was my present.

I sat down on the couch waiting for the phone calls, thinking about things.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I bounced the tennis ball up onto the ceiling, and caught it perfectly on the rebound as the phone rang. Then, I bounced it off the window sill, angling so it rebounded perfectly back to my waiting hand.

I sighed. This had better be interesting. If it had been anyone else other than David Armstrong, I would have fobbed them off. But well, you don't fobb off a man who saved your life. It's not polite. I reflected with a grin, also he was one hot fucker. So, that might have influenced me slightly. Just a bit.

I bounced the ball off the mirror directly across from me, catching sight of my reflection, early 50's, but looked like a man in his early 40's. Hair only just going grey at the temples, and the body of a 30 year old, face hard and handsome, but with a mischievous twinkle in my eye. I kept myself, shall we say, fit. Ready for action. Not afraid to get my hands dirty.

Certainly, from what David told me, the case might actually be entertaining. Syndicate, blackmail, an Officer's Glock in the wrong hands, and revealing personal videos that must not become public? Certainly and interesting set of challenges. Perhaps worth my time.

Finally, someone answered. It only took two rings. I haven't got all day you know. "Mr. Mitchell. " I started speaking, talking right over him. It was faster that way. "My initial fee is 10,000$, half payable up front, plus billable expenses. However, after the Armstrong Discount is applied, the total fee will be 0$, with billable expenses waived. I have owed that bastard a favor for too long. Now, it's his turn to owe me. So, as to your case, assuming I've been provided the relevant details, I'll need to meet the Officer in question, personally take his fingerprints, and I'll need a visual on the man wishing to ... exert control over one of NYPD's finest. So, arrange it please. I can meet you this evening, at 8pm. I don't have any other time slots free, so make sure that however you arrange it, it involves me being at ..." I look over at the information scrolling down my tablet, linked to the triangulated signal of Aaron's cell phone. Ahh, there was his name and address. There were no other officers in that apartment block, so it was... "...Officer Frank's apartment tonight at 8pm. I know the address. See you then. Oh, and thank you for your business."

15:02 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: There is a moment when the voice on the telephone says 10 thousand pounds, sorry.. 10 thousand dollars that my stomach does flips but it comes down immediately and my stomach goes back where it belongs.

"Excuse me!" I interrupt at the end.

"Look... are you sure you need Jason here, I was hoping to try and get it done without him.. I mean... I don't think he'd want someone to know what happened, was hoping we could get it done without him."

"If you need to, I can, but it's sensitive Mister Myers."

14:32 Randall_Myers: I let out a big sigh as my client interrupts me before I can hang up. He has his instructions. He's not paying. What more could he possibly want?

I listen, letting out another long sigh at the end. "Mr. Mitchell... How exactly do you expect me to give Officer Frank new fingerprints if I don't actually meet Officer Frank? Well, I suppose I did forget to mention that Officer Frank has an appointment at ..." I scan my tablet " ... 10 am tomorrow to get his fingerprints re-taken. I've just finished booking it. And before you ask, no, they aren't permanent, they are only temporary, they will last about a day or so. But that's long enough. After that appointment, the fingerprints on that Glock will, for all intents and purposes, no longer belong to Officer Frank. That's one problem solved. Assuming I can actually meet the esteemed Officer Frank. So, 8pm yes? Good? No more interruptions or questions?"
15:38 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Aaron didn't understand, mainly since he wasn't a criminal, and didn't have the mindset of some criminals, and wouldn't have thought of it that way.

"Well I have a lot of questions, Hello? Are you still there?"

I sighed and put the phone down. "I miss London."

And instead I went about his business and decided to not worry about things and instead went to go and look around Times' Square again.

-------That Evening-------

As promised, when Jason came home there was a couple of hot pizzas on the table, as well as a tray of American Donuts.

"I don't want you to shout at me, and I've not told anyone about what you told me... not the details.. but there's a private detective coming around in half an hour and we're going to figure out a way to help you. David and I had a chat and we've got some ideas."

I smile but put my hands up. "I didn't reveal any details except stuff on a phone and a criminal has your gun."

16:05 OfficerJasonFrank: I limped up the stairs, getting out of my car. My mind has been blessedly numbed by reviewing the atrocious grammar and spelling of the junior officer's beat reports. But the numbness was slowly wearing off, and some of that existential terror was starting to grab me by the balls again, feeling that terrible sense of my life not being in my hands.

I unlocked the door, and was greeted by the smell of hot pizza and donuts. I laughed, "Aaron, man you, bat shit crazy bastard. You were serious? Donuts and Pizza... Fuck... that smells good." Suddenly my mouth starts watering, but I'm not sure if it's the smell of the pizza or Aaron's proximity. My dick twitched, and that existential terror slowly receded again.

Then, as Aaron's words flowed over me, I froze, swallowing. I started to burn bright red. I stammered.. "I uh... Aaron..." I fought hard, wrestling with that terrible shame ... as I handed my Glock over to that psycho fake soldier... and again as I shot my load on camera back in the alley. Those two memories hung over my head like the sword of Damocles. I hung my head.

I didn't want to ... I mean... couldn't.. then I stiffened up, Aaron was doing his best to help me out of this fucking nightmare. I reached out then, and pulled the big red-headed hard man into a tight embrace. "Okay, bring him on. At this point, I'll do anything to be free of that psycho. And ... that Pizza is getting cold. Can't have that." I wink at him, putting on a bit of a brave front. I wasn't hungry anymore... but I wasn't going to let that pizza and donuts go to waste.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I walk up to the flat, carrying a small, battered briefcase. I was wearing sneakers, blue jeans, and a tight white t-shirt. I was still packing plenty of beef, and I was happy to let others see it. I knocked smartly on the door, precisely at 7:55pm. I was always five minutes early. To everything. It was just a habit.

16:17 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I had a piece of pizza in my mouth and was holding onto Jason slowly putting my hands inside his trousers as I stood behind him eating the pizza getting very turned on by having him near me.

"This will be the first sex since I got to America," I say kissing him on his neck as I ran his hand over his thigh over his underwear inside the trousers. "I can't wait. First sex as boyfriends as well..." I smile then that it is ruined by a knock on the door. "Fuck..." I pull my hand out and swallow the pizza and put the rest of it down back in the box. "I'll go and get it."

I turn and head to the door and open it. I wasn't sure what to expect, but this wasn't it. I expected an older guy that looked like Humphrey Bogart, which was mainly due to the American movies I'd watched. "Mister Myers. I'm Police Constable Aaron Mitchell, we spoke on the phone."

I used my title to show I was also in law enforcement. I wasn't sure why I was doing it, but my experience of private investigators in the UK was highly limited.

"Come on in," I looked him up and down, wasn't my type, but he certainly looked after himself.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I stride into the apartment, I looked Police Constable Aaron Mitchell up and down. Assessing him, his bearing, his stance. Besides being solidly built and ginger, which was in my opinion, a fantastic combination, he carried himself with a certain air of dangerous competence that I had learned to recognize in special forces trained men. I replied as I walked in, wiping my shoes carefully.

"You are a bit far afield from your normal London jurisdiction, yes? Tell me, SAS? Royal Marines? Or was it the Paras?"

Without waiting for a reply, I walked in and assessed Officer Frank. Large, muscled, handsome, dark hair, Italian background. Leg injury, right leg.

He was undergoing extreme emotional duress just now, that much was clear, but he was also doing his best to hide it. I look him over, then suddenly, grin. "Don't worry, Officer Frank, I don't bite. Not too hard anyways. Unless you want me to." There was no law against flirting with my clients. "So, let's make this quick. Your Glock is in the possession of a criminal, with your fingerprints on them. Piece of cake. We change your fingerprints. I have some temporary fingerprints here. You have an appointment tomorrow morning at 9am to get new your fingerprints re-registered. No one will question it. It is in the computer. Computers don't lie. Just show up and treat it as totally routine." I push a sheet across the table towards him. There were two rows of five sticky circles on the sheet. "Apply these tomorrow when you wake up, over your fingers. Do not wash your hands do not do and vigorous activity involving your ... grip." I grinned wickedly.

"That will solve one problem. Now, for the next problem. The next time your blackmailer attempts to blackmail you, you will let me know at once. That is all. Oh, and you will carry this tracking device." I slide it across the table. "Leave the rest to me." I stand up. I grin at both of them. They are both rather delectable. I regret waiving my fee. I would have charged them in ... other ways if I had known how handsome they were. "Unless you have any questions, I believe that covers everything, yes?"

16:05 OfficerJasonFrank: My breath was catching in my throat, and my cock very much wanted to be free of the confines of my trousers as Aaron's hard hand ran over my thigh. I grinned as Aaron leaned forward, kissing my neck. I growled back, "This will be the first sex for me in..." Then suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Suddenly, a stranger entered, filling the air with a flow of words that might even give Aaron a run for his money. I felt a bit shell shocked as he entered as though he'd lived here all his life, without any of the customary "How are you doing" courtesy. I put my pizza down as he calmly explained that I would be getting new fingerprints. I blinked. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he talked over me.

Sliding me over a sheet of fake fingerprints and a tracking device. I felt numb. I felt a bit panicked... Who the fuck was this guy? How did he... He wanted me to... I ... I opened and closed my mouth a few times, looking over at Aaron a bit shell shocked by it all. I swallowed. "Uh... Mr. Myers was it..." I want to tell him to go fuck himself. But I hold my tongue. If Aaron had arranged this, then it must be legit. This guy struck me as being almost as whacked as the fake soldier, but ... I swallowed my objection, struggling to figure out how to respond

17:01 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Well this guy was talkative, "Staff Sergeant Aaron Mitchell, Parachute Regiment... that was before I left to join the police, and I'm here on vacation visiting Jason. I don't live here."

Then he's flirting with Jason, which while I wasn't too happy with, I can understand, Jason off duty is a good looking guy, and even better in his uniform.

Jason was looking at me and I took hold of his hand as I looked at Myers. "Yes... I have a list of questions."

"First of all, how does the tracker help with any of this, the spy drama with the fake fingerprints, I can see how that will work, as ultimately CODIS or whatever police database is used here will have different fingerprints if the gun is found, which solves at least part of that."

"If Jason has to carry the tracking device, does this mean you want him to meet this person who attacked him again. Because I think that plan sucks frankly." If this guy wanted to come in like he owned the place I'm not exactly caring about speaking my own mind either.

"Surely there's some other way than having to put my boyfriend in danger over this," I was enjoying using the boyfriend word, I'd not had one in quite a while.

"We also don't know who the person is, I've met him professionally, but I was a bit busy with my duty to get his name. Will that be something you'll find out? We have his phone number as well. If that's of any help to you."

"But I want to make it clear that if there's any leg work to be done here, I'm doing it, not Officer Frank."

08:08 OfficerJasonFrank: Suddenly, Aaron was there holding my hand, and I squeezed it back, taking comfort in his support, his presence. A part of me felt ashamed at being so weak.. at feeling so uncertain, so lacking confidence. This wasn't like me. This wasn't how I faced the world. I felt like the real me had gone into hiding, leaving this insecure stranger in charge. I swallowed. I'd make this up to Aaron. I'd be the man that had fucked him in my apartment. Hard, in charge, confident. I would.

I listened as Aaron stood up, pushing back on this take-charge know-it-all bastard. He asks about the tracker. And ... suddenly, I realize that he wants to protect me. Protect me from that psycho fake soldier. I feel stunned.

I wasn't used to having others want to protect me. I was the one that did the protecting. That's why I became a cop. That's why I wore my badge, why I wore this uniform. To Protect and Serve. And... Aaron wanted to protect me. I felt strange... I felt suddenly how deeply I felt for him. I also felt ashamed... I wasn't weak... I didn't want to be weak... I could do this... I could.

I could face that bastard again, especially if I knew it was for a purpose.

I was about to speak up as Aaron finished speaking, squeezing his hand, when Randall started talking right over me.

14:32 Randall_Myers: Oh he was good. Staff Sergeant Aaron Mitchell now Police Constable Aaron Mitchell was sharp, and I could tell that he was in love with Officer Frank. Aaron was every bit as attractive as Jason, and his take-charge attitude definitely affected my hormones, but that was neither here nor there. He clearly didn't understand the situation. But ... his intervention, and his clear capabilities did cause me to modify my planned approach.

"Aaron, if I may call you that? It saves time to slip to a first name basis, less syllables. So, Aaron, Yes, I want Jason to lead me to his blackmailer. Because that is the most reliable way to find him. And we need to find him."

"He is Syndicate, yes? His name, even his phone number, will not help us. The Syndicate are experts at concealing the identities of their people. Not even I will be able to track his phone, and I can guarantee you his name will get me nowhere."

"Trust me when I tell you that the only way to protect your boyfriend's career and his reputation." I had guessed the photos and videos were of a ... personal nature, and the threat of blackmail revolved around that.

"In order to do that, we need to physically find him. Now, here is my plan. I wasn't going to bother you with the details, but since you have expressed such concern for your boyfriend, then you can help me. Jason is going to lead us to his blackmailer. After his blackmailer is finished with him, then you and I are going to trail him. We are going to pose as street thieves, you will need to wear a skin mask, since I understand he would recognize you. Then, we are going to beat the fuck out of him, and blackmail him in turn ... by whatever means are necessary. Our price will be that he deletes the material he has on Jason. Now, you are committed to upholding the law, but I am former CIA. I understand, more than anyone, that some situations require the law to be bent. If you are not okay with that, then well, I'm sorry for having lied to you, and my true plan is something entirely different and completely legal, and you might as well forget what I just told you." I smiled at both of them. And it was a friendly, sincere smile. I liked them. I liked them both. I really did. David had good taste in men, and in friends.

09:07 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I listened carefully and nodded. "Ultimately though this person is a criminal, and I do have to uphold Her Majesty's law, but last time I checked you didn't like the Royal Family and chucked one of them off your land, so I'm pretty sure that I'm not required to be as vigilant here."

"Also bending the law is fine... breaking it... probably a bit less so."

"So assume I don't have a problem with your plan as it currently stands." I sit back still holding on to Jason's hand. "Lets just hope the guy decides he wants to contact you before my flight back to the UK."

But I still nod at the private detective, "Right, is there anything else we can do for you? We'll do what you've asked." I put my arm around Jason. "And thank you for your help."

I turn to Jason and look at him. "You good?"

09:43 OfficerJasonFrank: My jaw almost dropped open as Randall spewed out why he wanted to put the tracker on me and find that psycho soldier. Blackmail him? Beat the shit out of him like he did to me? I felt a hot surge of anger, thinking how good it would feel to make that slimy soldier squirm. Yeah, it was "bending" the law in all kinds of interesting ways... but... well... it was a hell of a lot better than me breaking my oath by blowing his brains out, and having my life ruined, or worse ... letting that redneck phony soldier own me.

I look at Aaron, giving his hand a hard squeeze. "Fuck yes, I'm good. Don't worry about me, Aaron, I'll lead you and Randall right to him. I only wish... I could join in the fun when you two get your hands on him. Fuck do I ever."

I turn to Randall, a huge grin on my face. "Thank you Mr. Myers. Now, if you will excuse us, Aaron and I have some unfinished business." I turn back to stare at Aaron. Fuck.. he was hot. I felt a sudden surge of confidence, for the first time since the alley, I felt as though I had a way out of this prison.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I grinned at the two, nodded and left. I really wanted to stay and enjoy the show, I really did. But well, that's life. I'm glad that I took this case after all. It was definitely ... not boring. And the prospect of dispensing some justice the old fashioned way to one of the Syndicate's goons, well ... that was icing on the cake. Or maybe Aaron and Jason were the icing... or maybe it was a cake with three different kinds of icing. But the best bit was that David now owed me. Yes, that was the best bit.

Published: 2021-07-19, viewed 33 times.