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09:49 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I wait till the investigator leaves and closed the door before I turn to Jason. "Glad you weren't unhappy I called in some help."

I lean over and kiss Jason. "Do you want the donut before or after sex?" I smile as I start to unbutton the top of the cop's uniform. "And I want you to be really honest now... are you up for it. I am... but you're the one who has had a bad week, mate."

It isn't stopping me continuing opening the buttons and slowly opening the police jacket.

10:23 OfficerJasonFrank: Fuck, kissing Aaron does all kinds of things to me downstairs.

The crazy bastard starts talking about donuts as he begins to unbutton my uniform. I grin, running my hands under his shirt, feeling the ginger fur covering my boyfriend's hard muscled body.

I brace myself, grunting, "How about we shove that donut up your ass, Aaron? Might provide some interesting stimulation for my cock while I'm fucking you.." I reach down and grab his ass as he's got my jacket wide open. I pivot on my left leg, moving smart as I lift him up off his feet.

I turn around, and plant him butt first on the edge of the small dining room table. "There, that's about the right height for my dick, don't you agree?"

I lean forward, shrugging off my jacket in the process, and running my hands up his t-shirt. In the absence of his uniform... I'd rather get my hands on his body than his shirt. I pull the shirt up and over his head, then lean down and give him a serious kiss, with a big ration of tongue and stubble, as my hands explore his torso. Eventually, I'll need to free my dick... but first things first.

10:37 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I kiss him back, hard leaning down and pulling off his t-shirt as well, only breaking the kiss to pull it over his head and throw it on the floor. I continue kissing as I start working on his duty belt as I don't stop using my tongue to enhance the kiss.

I'm breathing a bit more heavily as I pull away slightly as I undo the belt and smile at him. "So is boyfriend sex with you better than just regular sex then." I look at him. "I love you."

I move forward to kiss down his chest, from the neck to the nipples to the stomach my own cock hard inside my jeans. "Now... remember ... I'm only allowing you to fuck me because of injuries... don't get too used to it, Officer Frank."

I pull the trousers down now the belt is open, and just run my hands over the officer's underwear slowly and gently. The exact opposite of what Matt had been like.

11:09 OfficerJasonFrank: My t-shirt falls away, and now the two of us are skin on skin. My hard Italian muscle rubbing against that ginger fur, the contact with my boyfriend sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. My emotions are big today... and right now the biggest one is how much I love this British hard man.

I feel his hands at my belt, and I break off my kiss, letting him get on down there. He was going to take my dick, so it was only fair that he free it.

Then he totally floors me when he tells me that he loves me. I swallow hard, my heart pounds in my chest, and my breath catches in my throat. He said it so casually, following it up by attacking my thick torso with his mouth.

It's a bit harder for me to say... I'm not used to it. But time to put words to what's roiling around inside me. I reach up with a grin, and stroke his cheek, feeling that hard, stubbly ginger beard staring into his eyes.

I grunt, "I love you Aaron." That felt good to say. "Why don't we test if boyfriend sex is better than regular sex?" Then, with a shudder, "If you want to fuck me, Officer Mitchell... you'll have to cuff me first." I growl, my dick starting to twitch at the thought.

I feel a few shudders, lurking reminders of my time with that psycho soldier in the alley... of being raped. But Aaron's touch was so firm, gentle, so very different than his... and I loved him so much right now, fuck. I slowly reach down to lower my underwear, and let my thick police meat spring out, as I worked on Aaron's jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down around his thighs.

I gently begin stroking his ass, remembering the hard fuck we had last time. This time was a bit different... he wasn't my boyfriend then. I look at him, my eyes shining, and my expression a mixture of lust and love... "Ready?"

11:28 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: As my trousers are taken off and I'm there naked now, I smile and just shake my head when he asks if I'm ready. "Nope," I say, but then jump down from the table and knelt on the floor in front of him and slowly worked the officer's cock into my mouth, getting it wet.

Right now, I figured hard rough sex wasn't the right first thing, first he needed to know that this was safe, nothing was going to happen, and that he was in control... as much as I would allow control that was...

My mouth wrapped around the long hard piece of copper and moved up and down on it slowly, ensuring it kept being hard, getting it wetter and wetter as I gave it a long soft blow job before eventually standing back up and kissing the muscled man again.

"One rule," I say, kissing the man's neck slowly, he was completely clean shaven, unlike me, I'm off duty of course and didn't have to worry about that. "You don't think about that guy at all, you only think about me and you... you think about us."

I know I have to go back to the UK in a few days, and the relationship probably wouldn't survive being in two different countries for long periods, but right now was all I was thinking of.

11:54 OfficerJasonFrank: I laugh when Aaron proves what a contrary bastard he is, sliding off the table dropping to his knees and sucking my cock. Then, my laugh abruptly stops, replaced by moans. FUCK.. I gently grabbed the back of his head, driving my cock in and out of his throat, as my stick got harder and harder.

It was leaking my salty pre-cum in a steady stream now into Aaron's hungry mouth. My balls were clenching tight.. And they hurt, but the pleasure overwhelmed the pain. And, to be fair, the pain added to the stimulation in a weird way.

I was reeling when Aaron stood up and kissed my neck, with a goofy grin on my face. I listened, and nodded, staring deep into his eyes, "Aaron, right now... there is no room inside me for anything or anyone but you..."

I pushed Aaron back gently onto the table, nudging him back up on the edge, then I reached down and grabbed his thick piece of stiff meat in my hand, beginning to stroke it lovingly. I spit down, opening my hand, and using it for lube began to work Aaron's piece with all the devotion and attention I'd give to my own rod. I bent down and dragged my tongue across those ginger furred pecs, lingering on first one nipple than the other, biting them gently in my teeth rolling them back and forth, stroking his bearded jawline.

Then, I pushed him back, laying him out on the table, and pulled his ass into my cock. I guided my now well-lubed dick against his hole, the entire time I kept stroking him with long, expert hand motions. Grunting gently, I pushed my dick in so the tip was just penetrating his ass. I felt a strange thrill... I was fucking my boyfriend. Never been able to say that before.

I grabbed his shoulder, and my bicep flexed, thickening with power as I pulled him down, into my cock, slowly penetrating him, then, finding my rythym, starting to pound him harder and harder. I kept my eyes open the entire time, and a strange goofy grin on my face as I looked him over, lingering on his face, his jaw, his eyes, his chest, the whole package, my boyfriend spread out before me. And I loved every mother fucking inch of my ginger haired, British hard man boyfriend with a savage passion.

13:55 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I grunt loudly as I'm pushed back on the table and then pulled onto his cock, I'm still not used to taking cock and this is certainly a big one to get used to, but I smile broadly at him as he starts pounding me, the pizza goes flying off the table as I grab the side for leverage looking up at him.

I grip his cock with my arse as much as I can, although with the size of it, not much is actually needed. I grab onto the table as I start grunting a lot as Jason thrusts into me. I put my legs around his backside to get even more leverage to help with the thrusts, and partially to show that I'm not submissive at all.

I mouth up between grunts, "I love you" as I grab my own cock with one hand, starting to jerk it as Jason slides roughly in and out. "Fuck yes..." I grunt at one point, sweat running down my chest. There were very few people I'd do this for.

I wanted him to feel good, in control, in charge, just to want him to feel a little bit better after the events of the day.

14:05 OfficerJasonFrank: I grin as Aaron knocks the pizza off the table as he scrambles to brace himself against my cock slamming into his hole.

His grunting as my dick drives in and out of his tight ass like a piledriver drives me crazy, along with that fantastic smile of his. Aaron again says those words that make my insides feel funny, and takes over his cock giving me two free hands to work on power thrusting into him. I hold his hips firmly, as the strong fucker grips my ass with his legs, and pulls himself onto my dick.

The sweat is flying from both us, our bodies are shining under the light. My balls are boiling and it feels good... feels so fucking good to be inside him again. It's an amazing gift he's given me. My balls clench, and I grit my teeth against the pain, but I'm not letting anything stop my orgasm. I groan deep, and low in my throat as with one final, quivering thrust my cock unloads deep ribbons of NYPD seed in my boyfriend's hot ass. It feels so fucking good, despite the pain. So incredible. Being inside him... being with him.

I slump, sweat dripping off my body, but I keep my cock inside him, letting Aaron build towards his release, gasping out, "I .. love ... you... so fucking .. .much."

14:37 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: It doesn't take me long, I grab Jason's hand to put over my cock as I'm getting close and want to feel his hand on it as it starts to thrust into his hand as I can't hold myself back much longer either, as I shoot ribbons after ribbons of cum over my own body as I smile up at Jason, exhausted.

I put my hand out and grab a donut off the table and leant forward, my body dripping with sweat and cum and placed it in the officer's mouth. "Knew I'd get you to eat a donut somehow..."

I laugh, smiling at him. "Right... smile... then time to go to bed, you'd had a fucking long day, and I want to wrap myself around you... after a shower that is."

"Then we deal with tomorrow... tomorrow."

14:53 OfficerJasonFrank: I feel a special thrill as Aaron's thick meat pulsates in my grip, and his hot, white cum sprays out. Damn. Just Damn. I look at the sight for a moment, my boyfriend's ginger furred torso splattered with cum. What a magnificent sight.

Then, a fucking donut is shoved into my mouth, I nearly choke on it as I try not to laugh, but I do chew and swallow bite. Would have rather had Aaron's cum for a snack... but I'll settle for the donut.

I stand up, limping on my leg, still laughing as we head for the shower.

------------- Next Day -------------------------

Well, Randall was right. When I sat down at my desk this morning, and checked my emails, there it was. An automated reminder about my appointment at 10am to get new fingerprints taken. I got to the records department after a 30 minute drive. I was nervous... This was not something you do every day. I'd put those fake fingerprints over my fingers just like he said, and the little sticky things melded into skin, and I couldn't tell the difference.

I battled my nerves, but the whole thing was routine. A bored clerk called me in, took my prints, and sent me on my way. He never even spoke. I felt... a sense of freedom as I slid into my car, ready to head back to my station.

10:06 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: Nothing happens that day or the next day - and it's now Monday, Aaron is due to leave tomorrow and it's about half an hour before the last night Jason and Aaron will spend together when there is another text.

Pig, Same Address, Same Deal, Come Alone, No Weapons... unless you want to bring ANOTHER one to give me.

10:24 OfficerJasonFrank: I'd been nervous for the last few days, knowing that Aaron was going to have to go back to London soon, which I didn't want to think about, and that psycho soldier was still at large. I just fucking wanted this done with. Was tired of carrying this tension around. Wanted to be free again.

I was just leaving the station, to spend my last night with Aaron. I felt grim, tense, anxious, and was trying my best to avoid facing my immediate future. One day at a time. Worry about right now, Jason. Right now is all that matters.

Then, my phone buzzed. I felt ... strangely relieved. Finally. This was it. I quickly texted Aaron and Randall.

"He just contacted me. Heading to meet him now."

I showed up and parked in the same place as last time. I took a deep breath, feeling that familiar sense of shame and rage, but this time it was different. I wasn't alone. We had a plan. This was just another job. I went into work mode, emotions shoved aside, senses heightened, ready for anything. I left my tactical belt in my car, locked it, and headed into the warehouse.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I'm in the middle of watching a baseball game when I get a text from my good looking client Cop. I grin. Well, beating up Syndicate goons was a much more pleasant way to spend the evening than watching the Yankees get beat again. I jumped into action, quickly changing into a pair of ragged jeans, a grimy t-shirt, and grabbed a baseball bat. I grabbed a ski mask, and headed out, tablet in hand. I jumped in my car, and sent a text to Aaron.

"I'll tell you where to meet me shortly."

I began following Jason's signal, and when his car stopped, I brought up a birds eye view of the warehouse he was walking into. I noted the exits and identified the ideal location to allow me to keep them all under my eye. When he left the warehouse, I'd see him.

I pulled up a block away from the warehouse, and set up shop in a condemned factory just next to the warehouse, made my way to the second floor, and found a perfect spot to keep the exits under surveillance. Then, I texted Aaron, telling him where I was, and to get here on the double.

"And, don't forget your ski mask."

09:23 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I took a bit more time getting ready, not for lack of hurrying, indeed I'd bought spare clothes for this exact moment and it didn't take me long to change into them. I stuffed the ski mask into my pocket and grabbed my large rucksack and went a found a cab, as there was no way in hell that I was driving myself around New York City.

I spend the time in the car texting, including one to Jason which just says "I love you" which of course didn't say anything that would look suspicious, but he'd know that I knew at least.

I get the taxi to the location and get out and into the deserted factory and look around, before heading up to the second floor before placing my rucksack on the ground and pulling out a metallic baseball bat. Honestly I was surprised for a few seconds that what could be a literal deadly weapon could be bought so cheaply.

Then ten minutes later I went into a store and they were selling assault rifles.... so I had been put into perspective. "Anything happened yet?"

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I smile as the officer comes in, I'm holding a handgun this time, not his handgun, that was safely locked away for useful purposes, this was unregistered and I pointed it at him as I walked towards him.

"Just making sure this time that you've not brought anything with you.. like last time." continuing to point it at him, I walk over and start to frisk the officer down, pulling his legs apart when I do so making sure I check his arse, and then spend far too long checking his crotch.

"Wanted to make sure you weren't packing this time."

10:12 OfficerJasonFrank: I barely had time to glance at my phone as it buzzed once, a text from Aaron. Simple and to the point. That simple message buoyed my confidence immensely. He was on the job.

I entered the warehouse limping and there was that fucking psycho fake soldier. This time, he was pointing a gun at me. I looked at him, my eyes hard, full of hate and contempt, but without fear.

He frisked me down, and it was totally humiliating. I growled in my throat as he lingered on my crotch. That white-hot rage started to burn inside me, that sense of shame and being owned, but I focused instead on what was going to happen to this mother fucker when he was done with me. I only wished I could be there to watch. That helped me focus past the shame and rage, and get back into the combat zone, pushing my emotions aside.

I look over at the fake soldier as he lingers on my crotch, "You sick bastard. So fucking desperate to feel a real man that you gotta blackmail one in order to satisfy your sick, twisted urges?"

14:32 Randall_Myers: And now the waiting game begins. It doesn't take long, 15 minutes, before Jason's lover shows up, suitably attired. Fuck, he looked good. I shake my head at his question. Then, with a quick series of hand gestures, I point out the exits that I'm monitoring. "When he leaves, we'll follow him and beat the shit out of him, compromise him." I grinned as I was looking forward to that part. "Then blackmail his ass. And your boyfriend will be a free man again."

"For now, we wait."

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I grab the balls harder as you say that, "Oh I can get whoever I want... money, looks, it gets you that..." I squeeze as I'm talking. "And you're not a real man anyway, I've got a lot of photos that say that... photos.. and video."

"But you're being a bit bratty today aren't you, talking back to me, not like last time, when you were blubbering like an idiot." I run my boot along the injured leg before resting it on the wound, not pressing, just lightly as I look at you. "Get on your knees or I'll make you."

11:04 OfficerJasonFrank: I grunt as the fake soldier grabs my balls, that sickening, twisting nausea slamming into my guts, the wave of pain overwhelming the spike of sheer hate and shame as he throws those photos and videos in my face. Focus Jason. Fucking focus.

Don't let him get too suspicious, let yourself lose your cool a bit. Let him see you a bit unhinged, like last time. As I'm trying to give myself a pep talk, the fucking bastard puts his boot on my wounded leg, right over those stab wounds. I stare at him, and snarl back at him, letting myself loose my cool like I did last time, "You fucking sick, twisted piece of shit... You mother fucking fake soldier... I'm gonna kill you. Kill you with my fucking bare hands."

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I slam my boot down on the barely healing stab wounds to get him to go to his knees, "I told you I went to jail once... this is just my revenge on all you pigs."

"It's my revenge on your fucking system."

I slam the gun butt across the back of the cops neck. "Those two rednecks were no use, they're gone out of the system, but I felt you were let off too easily."

"Take your trousers off. Do it now, pig."

09:23 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I sit there unaware of the situation in the warehouse and look at the Private Investigator. "Can't we just go in now," I say impatiently and get up and start pacing, "There could be a whole group of rednecks in there fighting him right now."

12:47 OfficerJasonFrank: I see a huge flash of white in front of my eyes as that boot slams into half-healed stab wounds. I gasp and collapse forward onto my knees, swaying as I feel blood seeping through the bandages.

I struggle to fight through the pain, to focus when suddenly another burst of pain lances through the back of my neck. Everything goes white again, and the next thing I know I'm on my hands and knees, the floor spinning beneath me, agony throbbing in my neck.

Vaguely, I hear that psycho ordering me to take off my trousers. I fall forward, and roll over onto my back, looking up at my tormentor, eyes flashing, but refusing to speak.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I'm quite content to sit and wait for the Syndicate goon to finish whatever he's up to, but then Aaron speaks up. I look over at him. I can understand how he's feeling. "And if he has a gun? And he threatens Jason's life with it? If he gives a signal to release those pictures and videos when we enter?"

"Still, you might be right about the current threat. I'm willing to take the risk if you are. You had better tell me that a Para can move quietly and stay unseen when he needs to be. We'll only get one chance at taking him by surprise. Let's go."

I move out, heading downstairs, and after checking the surroundings carefully, dart across to the nearest exit, baseball bat in one hand, and ski mask over my face. He was right about the possible threat. I looked in through a dirty window next to the exit, and I could see Jason laying on his back, in pain. But I didn't see any other goons. This might be easier than I thought. I grin at Aaron. Then, cautiously, I open the door, slowly and silently, slipping in.

There was enough shadow in this corner of the warehouse where we weren't easily spotted, and the Syndicate goon's back was facing us. I slip to the left, hiding behind a row of crates to get closer to Jason and his assailant, motioning for Aaron to go to the right behind some rusting forklifts.

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I slam a massive boot into the officer's sack, "I said fucking take them off you fucking pig."

"You going to do what you're fucking told, or would you fucking like to be humiliated. I don't fucking mind which."

I slam another kick in. "TROUSERS OFF!"

It's followed up by a third boot harder than the first two. "MOVE IT PIG, MOVE IT LIKE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING TO A DONUT FACTORY!"

09:23 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I finish on my phone and put it away when Randall begins to talk and nods, and I follow into the warehouse, slipping in and behind the forklifts as instructed, there's complete silence from me but it's hard watching this guy and Jason and I grip the bat.

My natural instinct is to leave here and go and beat the guy around the head, I've done it before. I was still worried about what would happen if the guy didn't want to give up on the footage.

13:18 OfficerJasonFrank: His boot smashes into my crotch, and I gurgle and grunt in agony, that nausea exploding into full force. My balls still haven't completely recovered from the assault in the alley. The pain is totally fucking agonizing.

Thoughts of rage and revenge start to give way to the sheer agony of having my balls bashed. I begin to spasm, then his boot slams in a third time, and my eyes cross. I let out a loud yell of agony, unable to hold it back and rolling over to my side I heave, and spit up some bile, burning my throat on the way up.

Hands shaking I reach down to my trousers, flooded with agony and shame. I begin to fall into a pit, back in that alley again.... I start to tremble, and try as I might, I'm losing my grip on that confidence I'd started with. I was becoming, once again, his bitch. Oh fuck... No no no no... I wanted to resist, but my balls couldn't take anymore. I wanted to fight... but he might send those videos out now, and my life would be over. Oh fuck...

14:32 Randall_Myers: I make my way behind the crates and watch as that sick fucker starts to work Jason's balls over. I can only imagine what Aaron is feeling right now. I slowly creep closer and closer between the crates, moving silently, hefting that bat. I get a good look at Jason's blackmailer. He's wearing the combat uniform of a US Army Infantryman.

Interesting... and he is armed, with a handgun on a holster at his side. I watch as Jason's hands tremble, reaching for his trousers. Ahhh, so that goon wants to rape him again does he... Well, that's not going to happen. Not today. But someone is going to get raped. That's for fucking sure. I'm about 10 feet away now.

Grimly, I dart out of the shadows. I need this to count. I don't want to kill him, but I need to hurt him, stun him badly enough that he will be so focused on defending himself he won't have time to pull any tricks.

I heft the bat, and rush up silently. Batters up, I think grimly, with a small smile of amusement, and bury that bat directly into soldier boy's left hand side, just below his ribs. Even through body armor, a blow like that with my thick metal baseball bat should drive every ounce of wind from his lungs and leave him gasping.

13:27 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I'm already over the forklift by the time Randall hits him barrelling across the warehouse and by the time I arrive, I swing the bat as hard as I can as the soldier doubled over from Randall's bat and slammed it right into his jaw, his head cracking back. It wasn't enough to kill him, but it could have been, it very nearly was.

But at the last moment I restrained myself, mainly since killing someone wasn't in my nature, not any more, and this wasn't war, this wasn't somewhere where I had orders, it was personal, so lethal force couldn't be given.... no matter how much I wanted it to.

I kneel down on the floor, and look at Jason through the ski mask. "You should get out of here, officer." I said with a passing resemblance to a vague American accent. I had been practicing in front of the TV for the past few days. I wanted to help him and look after him, but right now I had something to do and he needed to get out of here.

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: The first bat was unexpected and I doubled over in pain, the blow reverberating through the body armour like someone had hit me with a truck. The second blow slammed into my jaw, cracking at least two teeth and my head snapped back, and the next thing I remember I was on the concrete.

Had the officer brought friends, he'd regret it. I hear a voice, can't place anything more, telling the officer to get out, they don't seem like his friends... well they'd regret it.

13:41 OfficerJasonFrank: As I'm fumbling with my trousers, I suddenly hear two savage impacts, a heavy thud and a crunch. I look up dazed, seeing two men dressed in ratty clothes and wearing ski masks. For a moment, I wonder... what the fuck... gang members, then it all comes rushing back to me. Of course ... Fucking yes. That was Aaron and Randall.

I hear his voice and do a double take, damn that was a nearly passable American accent. Enough to fool most people. I heave myself up to my feet... I really want to stay and watch the show, but part of this whole plan was not letting that fake soldier realize these were friends, not until the very end. I give that fake soldier one more evil stare as I nod at Aaron. Fuck I love him. So fucking much.

Then, I stagger up, limping, leaving the warehouse.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I wince as Aaron really lets loose on soldier boy. Fuck, that was a bit hard. Soldier boy's jaw cracked with a loud crunch as he fell to the concrete. I can guess how pissed he is though. I mean, if Jason were my boyfriend, I'd find it very difficult to hold back.

I'm wearing some steel-toed Doc Marten's real shit kickers, and I didn't hold back. I kicked aside the soldier boy's legs while he was still stunned, then snarled, in a deep Brooklyn accent, "You fukkin' bitch. You tryn' to move in on our patch? You gonna pay, and pay big." I let him have it right in the fucking crown jewels, driving my big boot straight into that bulge.

14:22 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I slam my boot into his sack following up, whereas I want to boot him in the face instead. I don't do much of the talking, the more I did, the more likely my fake American accent would be noticed, I'd leave it to the actual American to do the talking.

I slam my baseball bat down into the man's stomach, hitting body armour but these would hurt I know this. In a way it's some revenge for what Derek did to me, I'm not into petty revenge, but it felt good.

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I grunt in pain, "FUCK.. FUCKER" as my sack is booted, my eyes streaming as the pain runs through me heavily, I would rip these two apart, I go for a knife attached to my belt, before before I can, the fucker hits me in the stomach and it knocks the wind out of me and my jewels fucking hurt from this. I'm going to fucking kill these guys.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I watch as Aaron slams the bat into soldier's boys abs, knocking more wind out of him.

He's enjoying this. I don't blame him, so am I, to be honest. It's always nice to do what you love and help out friends at the same time.

I drop down, wedging my bat under this fucker's chin, and spearing his biceps with my knees. I stare down into his face through my ski mask, snarling, "You wanna come move in on our turf, all dressed up like some kinda army dude? Fucking up cops to bring the heat down on our sweet little hidaway? You be fucked if you think that. Hey, Carl, let's see what our soldier boy here is packing beneath his uniform... maybe we can have some fun with him..."

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "GET OFF ME YOU FUCKER," I snarl, difficult to move, but I'm starting to get the wind back after the brutal kicks, they'll be fucking sorry. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL BOTH OF YOU."

"THIS IS MINE NOW NOT....." then he doubles up in pain as...

14:22 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: ...I grab the trousers, and barely open them, instead I yank them down roughly, pulling them off and ripping them in one smooth motion. I then slam my boot right into his balls and soft cock with nothing between me and him and I watch him howl in pain as his insults are cut off.

I don't know what Randall's plan is, but I know this is skirting very close to breaking the law, it's probably already just on the wrong side, but I'm worrying that Randall wants me to do something a lot more illegal. I want to hurt him, but killing or raping him is not on the table. I'm still a police officer.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I grunt in satisfaction as soldier boy gets it again in his boys. I grin, then reach down and grab the soldier boy's knife off his belt. I flip it, holding it blade first, and hand it back towards Aaron, calling out, "Hey Carl, cut up his uniform some, I want something to tie our soldier's boys hands together with."

Then, I lift my fist, and smash it down into soldier's boy face, once, CRUNCH, then twice, CRUNCHHHHHHHHH. Cause it feels so fucking good, and I want to keep our army boy nice and stunned for the next bit.

15:37 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I'm really good at this as I take the knife and spin it in my hand with muscle memory and slice down into the uniform jacket slicing off two pieces of material, and grabbing the soldier and turning him over, kicking him onto his front and started to pull his hands together, tying them with the strips of fabric and pulling them very tight.

I put my knife down to his neck, threatening him before slamming my boot right into his arse.

I looked at Randall and took a deep breath. I didn't see how this was going to get the stuff from Aaron, but I trusted him, David trusted him rather... but I trusted David.

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I howl in pain as my arms are expertly tied behind my back. "You Fucking Do This and My Employers Will Fuck You Up."

"And I will FUCKING KILL YOU." but I'm struggling to figure out how to get out of that.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I roll off of soldier boy, and watch, impressed as the big, ginger former Para shows off some fancy knife work. He knows how to handle a blade. Shit. Kinda hot. Not gonna lie. Love a man who can handle his weapon.

Now, our little army package is nicely tied up. It's my turn. I wasn't going to ask Jason’s boyfriend to do this next bit, it seemed wrong on many levels. Not to mention that he was probably skirting the line of what was "acceptable". I had no such illusions. This was a fucking scumbag. I was going to enjoy fucking him up. Besides, he was pretty good looking. If the CIA taught me anything it was that you never let the law protect the bad guys, but you also never let anyone catch you.

I look over at Carl. "All right Carl, get that phone out... Want you to record me while I have some fun with our soldier boy here.... Fucker thinks he can move in our turf? Fuck that shit. I'll learn 'em. He ain't nothing but our bitch."

I drop my jeans, and get my cock out. Then, dropping behind him, I straddle army boy's nice, beefy quads. Mmmmm.... He had some muscle. I reach down and grab the back of his head, and yank hard, putting sick pressure on the back of his neck, forcing him to hump his ass up into my cock to keep his neck from getting broken. "Ready army boy? Let's see what your hole feels like. It better be fucking nice and tight."

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I struggle, more scared now after the more assertive one says that. "I WILL FUCKING END YOU, YOU CUNT, DO NOT FUCKING DO THIS." I can't get to any weapons, or anything right now and I don't want to be fucked again, once in my life is enough.

"COME ON... MEN... I'M A US SOLDIER... YOU DON'T FUCKING WANT TO DO THIS... Fucking stop it now... I'll stay away from your patch... okay."

15:37 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I take Randall's phone and turn it onto video and start filming it, my nervousness hidden behind the mask as I put the soldier into the frame and looked at him. I do wonder if we can do something else other than this as I recorded it, knowing I'm at least a bit complicit in this, but I had seen first hand what he was going to do to Jason, for a second time.

14:32 Randall_Myers: "You mother fucking piece of shit... I'm so fucking scared of ya big man.” I call out in a mocking voice. “ Scared of you? Fuck. You keep talking shit like that, and maybe I'll decide to end you after I'm done fucking you. You? A US soldier? Hanging out in a dirty ass warehouse getting ready to fuck a cop? Yeah, and I'm the goddamn mayor of New York. Now shut the fuck up."

With a satisfied grunt, I ram my dry cock straight up his ass in one big thrust. Oh yeah, it's tight and it's fucking sweet. 8" and thick as a beercan I slide right up this Syndicate goon's hot ass, ripping it a bit on the way in. As I start to pound his ass, I angle my dick from side to side, deliberately looking to tear his ass up. I want him fucking terrified of me. Absolutely pissing himself.

After a few brutal sideways strokes, I hone in on his prostate, and start savagely banging it, as I reach under and begin to fondle his boys and his GI Issue rod, with a grin the whole time, as pull back on his head from time to time, increasing the pressure on his neck to let him know that I could break his fucking neck if I wanted to.

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "FUCK NO... STOP... FUCKING PLEASE... Don't FUCKING DO THIS" I snarl and plead at the same now, I try to turn over but I can't, tightening my hole up only made it worse as the pain continued. "What the fuck you doing, stop filming you fucking prick."

I growl in pain as the cock rams into me. "You can't fucking do this, you can't fucking do this."

I grunt as my cock is getting hard, but I really don't want it to. "No.. don't fucking do this, you're fucking raping me you fucker, you can't fucking do this."

ARRRRRRRGH, I moan again, not seeing the level of hypocracy I was currently doing. "Turn that fucking camera off, or I'll fucking pull your fucking throat.... FUCK NO STOP... PLEASE FUCKING STOP!"

14:32 Randall_Myers: Oh this was too rich, too fucking rich. This bastard was so much fun to fuck. He was pleading and threatening at the same time. I was really enjoying this. Time to turn up the heat.

I snarl as I keep fucking him, feeling his rod start to stiffen. "Listen up you fucking piece of shit... You begging me to break your fucking neck?" I pull back extra hard on his hair for a moment, really showing what he's got in store for him. "Cause, if you don't start begging me, you fucking shit bag, if you don't start moaning like a bitch in heat and beg me to fuck you harder, I'll break your fucking neck after I'm done. Besides, It's the truth, ain't it? Feel this.." I give his hardening shaft a nice squeeze. "You want this. You fucking perv. Your cock is getting hard as a rock, shit, I'm doing you a fucking favor."

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: There's very little I can do here if I want to get out of this alive. "Fuck no, I don't want this...." I snarl... But I know that it's not going to be that easy. "Fuck me... fuck me harder... come on... fuck me harder then... that what you want... fuck me like a fucking dog... just fucking finish and let me fucking go."

It was confusing as to which was a threat, which was the truth and which was begging.

My cock was getting hard and leaking, no matter how much I tried to stop it. "No... don't fucking make me waste this... fuck... please... please just cum."

14:32 Randall_Myers: I grin, that was more like it.. Oh fuck yes, that was more like it.

I pound my cock in, ramming his prostate, feeling his dick start to leak pre-cum.
I wipe some off on my index finger, reach up, and smear it on his lips, then I go back to fondling his junk as I pound his ass with renewed power.

Fuck, this was fun. I snarl, pulling back again, "I want you to fucking make me believe how much you are enjoying this, you fucking shit bag. Your cock is leaking like a fucking sieve. C'mon, tell me how much you are loving this. Tell me how much you want me to fuck a load outta you. C'mon you fucking shit for brains, can't be that hard, your dick knows what it likes."

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "I'm fucking enjoying it," I lie. "Your cock is so fucking big" That bit wasn't a lie. "Fuck me... please... just fucking cum..."

"FUCK NO!!!!" I growl out as I start to spasm as my orgasm comes unbidden spraying all over my wrecked trousers and the warehouse floor. "FUCK I CAN'T FUCKING STOP IT"

I hadn't had sex in the last few days, I'd intended to with the pig, so my load was still spraying as I fell exhausted into the rapists arms.

14:32 Randall_Myers: I look over at Aaron, making sure he was bending low to get that cumshot.

I grin, as he starts to collapse, letting him slump down to the floor of the warehouse as I grunt, and let my balls boil and unload deep up his ass. I keep pumping him, my balls firing like a machine gun, filling up his hot soldier boy ass with my seed. Finally, done, I rip my cock out with a plop, and kick him over onto his back, staring up at me.

Now it was time for some tit for tat, some good old fashioned blackmail. I call Aaron over to start replaying the video. "Now, we have ourselves some really fucking hot as shit action here. MMmmm MMmmm Mmmm. I wonder, I wonder what we should do with it Carl? And I wonder how much it's worth to soldier boy here..."

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I'm exhausted and bleeding, and have muck all over me as I look up. "Look, I can pay you... Just give me the video... I can pay you whatever you want... one thousand, two thousand... look I can get the money."

"Give me that phone, and its yours."

14:32 Randall_Myers: I laugh as soldier boy starts desperately pleading to pay us off for the video.

Then, I get right down in his face, my ski mask adding to the menace as I reached out and grabbed his throat. "I've got a much better fucking idea. Tell me how you got that cop so fucking cowed. We was watching you work him over and it's clear you got some kinda hold on him. Now, what me and the rest of my gang could really use is a fucking pig in our pocket, to keep the heat off us. You got one. We want him. How you get a hold on him like that?"

09:23 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "I have pictures and videos of him, that he doesn't want to get out. Look... I can give them to you if you give me that phone.... I've got other stuff on him as well... We can both have him... right... "

14:32 Randall_Myers: I growl down at this fucking shitbag. I can't remember the last time I've had so much fun.

I reach my hand out for the knife from Aaron, then gently trace a line across soldier boy's throat, right over his artery as I stare into his face. I prick him, once under his chin, drawing a small bead of blood.

"No. That's not how this works fucker. We don't share pigs. We want him all to ourselves. Transfer everything over to us you have on that pig, then delete it. And I'm gonna watch you while you do it. And I'm gonna keep the video of our little fun today to make sure you play straight with us. Or... if that's too much trouble, I could just cut your throat and leave you in the alley..."

13:46 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "I DON'T FUCKING SHARE EITHER" but the knife stops me from saying much else... "You delete that fucking video and you've got an agreement."

I look up at the ski mask and feel the blood on my throat. "Look.. i'll send it right...."

14:32 Randall_Myers: "You send me the stuff you have on your pig, and you get to live. That's the only agreement on the table, you fucking shitbag. You know.... this might be more trouble than it's fucking worth. Might be easier just to fucking kill you now after all." I slice the blade across his throat, a bit deeper, but missing any major artery.

I reach down with my other hand and grab his phone out of his pocket and hold it out. "Now, I'll make this fucking simple for you. Tell me the passcode for your phone, and once I'm in, I'll do all the work. Or... would you rather I find some parts of you too... cut?"

13:55 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "123" I say as the blood drips down my throught, which really cements this guy as infantry rather than ... you know... anyone else.

"Just delete what you have with me... right... I did what you said."

14:32 Randall_Myers: I look down at him, "You are a fucking moron." Then, I enter the passcode and get into his phone. I swipe through the menus with practiced ease, chuckling grimly, I navigate into his history and discover the photos and videos he has on Jason. Plus.... a whole lot of other interesting Syndicate related tidbits. I transfer over everything to an unmarked, untraceable email address I used for these kinds of dealings.

Then, I went in and systematically deleted all the material he had on Jason. I went through it again, found the backups, and deleted those. My hand was moving in a blur as I navigated, swiped, and selected at break neck speed. Finally, finished. I looked down and grinned.

Just for funsies, I'd transferred the video of him cumming like a bitch over to his phone, and set it playing. Then, as an extra dose of evil glee struck me, I reprogrammed his phone so that his ringtone would be the small snippet of his own voice saying "Fuck me... fuck me harder... come on... fuck me harder then...FUCK I CAN'T FUCKING STOP IT". I worked some more of my magic on his phone, so that every time he tried to change the ring tone, it would revert back a few hours later.

Then, I propped his phone up on a crate nearby, letting it play the video of him getting raped and shooting his load over and over again. I stood up, and took his knife as an afterthought, along with his gun. I could always have them analyzed. They might tell me something interesting.

"I guess we let you live today, mother fucker. Thanks for your pig. And the fuck. Your ass was tight and hot as shit. I might decide I want a second helping... and considering how fucking much you love getting reamed, I don't think you'll mind. Be seeing ya."

I nod at Aaron, turn to go, leaving soldier tied up on his back, with his phone playing the video. On the way out, I call him.... Grinning with sadistic pleasure as his new ringtone sounds out, "Fuck me... fuck me harder... come on... fuck me harder then...FUCK I CAN'T FUCKING STOP IT"

14:46 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I wait until you’ve got to the car and I drop my ski mask and baseball bat in the boot. “Well. That was as unpleasant as I had expected,” I say as I sit down.

“Can you give me a lift back to Jace’s please. I have no idea about cabs here. They confuse me.” I’m taking a bit less pleasure in this than the detective.

“I mean the para’s get their hands dirty, but there is a line. And I feel uncomfortable over it.” I put my head back. “But thank you. If Jason and I were into threesomes with hot private investigators I’d certainly invite you. I saw how you looked at him.”

14:32 Randall_Myers: I look over at Aaron. Grinning. It's obvious exactly how much I've been enjoying myself. I shrug, "I wouldn't worry yourself too much over soldier boy back there. No lasting harm done. But... his ass, it was very tight. MMmm. And you haven't broken any British laws today, have you? That's what matters. And neither has Jason. "

I continue grinning, as I start the car, "Hop in my friend. Glad to help spare a few of your brain cells from the intricate convolutions of hailing a taxi cab. I mean, you haven't that many to spare, and you'll no doubt need them when you return to London."

I start driving, then look over at Aaron, taking in the red beard, the handsome cut of his face, the solid presence of his body. "Yes, I have no doubt you saw me looking at him ... and you. Our mutual friend David has good taste in men."

13:55 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: Meanwhile in the warehouse the soldier struggled to get out of the bonds to the phone making so much noise. “I will fucking kill them.”

13:55 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: “I doubt it,” said the muscled figure walking in, “looks like you’ve got yourself in trouble.” The figure dressed in black combat gear walks over and unties the man.

13:55 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “Fuck you, whoever you are,” said the soldier. The American walked over and turned the phone onto silent with annoyance.

Then he slammed into the boxes as he felt four gunshots slam into his back. He staggered and turned around into a crowbar to the face.

13:55 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: “Now. I have no idea who tied you up. But I like my presents unwrapped.” The crowbar came down a second time into the man’s shoulder and he ripped it out spraying blood everywhere.

The black clad soldier looked at the man on the floor and shot him in both thighs then he slammed his boots forward crushing the man’s jaw dislocating it.

“I was told you were here and I have to bring you in for interrogation… but this is what you get for trying to kill an SAS general.”

Sergeant Christopher picked up the bleeding and now unconscious soldier and headed outside to the unmarked van and slammed him into the back with no care or concern, closed it up and got into the drivers seat and put the radio on, heading back to the US Army base he’d flown into.

He texted the General: You’ll have your package in an hour. He’s had a couple of accidents.

14:46 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: As the car pulled up to Jason’s I got a text from the general and I looked at Randall. “Want to come Up for a drink to thank you?”

14:32 Randall_Myers: As we pull up to Jason's flat, I nod, "A drink would be most welcome, thank you. And a chance to see Jason's relief will not go amiss either."

I head up with Aaron to the flat, and walk in after him.

14:32 OfficerJasonFrank: I'm back at my apartment, pacing back and forth, my limp a bit worse since that fake soldier's tender treatment earlier. I'm fucking going crazy worrying about Aaron, worrying about my future. Then, the door opens, and in comes Aaron and Randall. I can tell almost right away by the expressions on their face that the news is good.

I break out in a huge grin, walk over to Aaron, and without a word, I pull him into a huge bearhug, clutching him so tight, letting out all that tension, that I might break a rib or two of I'm not careful. But this is Aaron. He's a tough bastard, I'm sure he can take it. I whisper in his ear, for his ears only, "I love you."

16:18 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I kiss Jason back hard. “It’s okay. It’s all dealt with now. You should be okay now. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“I said the private dick could have a drink. I think he deserves it “ the kiss happens again, “are you okay? Is your leg okay?”

I lean over as I kiss and whisper. “I love you too.”

I turn to the detective and smiled. “What would you like to drink?”

16:44 OfficerJasonFrank: I kiss Aaron after nearly crushing him, and step back, grinning. I feel as though a heavy load has been lifted off my back.

"I'm on top of the fucking world, Aaron, thanks to you and Randall. Yeah, leg will be okay. That psycho soldier didn't do it any favors, but it'll heal. I'm heading back to the doc tomorrow to get it checked out."

I move over to my cabinets, and take out my liquors, line them up with a grin. "Randall man, I can't fucking thank you enough. You ever need anything from the NYPD, you come to me, and I'll hook you up direct. What's your poison?" I pour myself a whiskey, neat, fishing some ice out of the freezer.

14:32 Randall_Myers: Ahh, it does an old man like me good to see these two love birds happy.

I nod with a grin at Jason. "Don't worry, like I said, David owes me now. I like having David owe me. Besides..." I glance over at Aaron with a wicked grin, "This particular job had its own rewards. Not to mention... there were some very interesting Syndicate tidbits I was able to acquire while I had my hands on his phone. I still have plenty of contacts in the intelligence community that will pay me well for those tidbits."

"I'll take some of that fine looking vodka there, with a splash of fresh orange, if you have it."

I grab the drink from Jason as he prepares it, and swirl it around, grinning at these two buff, good looking cops.

18:17 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile at Randall. “I have a feeling you did this because you owed David a favour. This wipes that out and probably makes you even. Otherwise you’d end up trading favours till the end of time.”

I smile at Jason. “He’s been eyeing you up. I don’t blame him.”

“But thank you Randall. Despite the fact that you talk too much and assume everyone around you is more thick than you. You do a good job. And that’s what matters.”

My phone bleeps and I take it out and read it. “Oh look, that SAS General we saved says you can go for dinner next time you’re in the UK.” I kiss Jason on the chin. “So you’ll have to visit at some point.”

08:35 OfficerJasonFrank: I nearly choke on my whiskey as Aaron tells it how it is. Randall does talk too much and he's a bit arrogant, but he did save my bacon.

I look over at Randall, and he seems totally unperturbed by Aaron's blunt observation, savoring his vodka and trying not to laugh. I look over at Aaron as his phone bleeps. I grin, and kiss him back, my dick getting hard at the prospect of visiting him.

"Well, I managed to get a voucher on the trip I had to cancel to London, so it looks like I can rebook without having to buy new tickets. I've got tons of leave saved up... so why don't we make that visit happen sooner rather than later."

14:32 Randall_Myers: I try not to choke on my vodka, even? Oh no, we are not even... David owes me, and I'll collect. The idea that we are even is fucking hilarious. For once though, I keep my mouth shut, swirling my vodka and taking another sip.

It's really very good. His comment about my mouth and my arrogance? Totally justified. It's just how I am. Other people have to deal with it. But what really perks my interest is Aaron's comment ... about the General. Hmmmm... There were some very interesting tidbits concerning the Syndicate's plans for that general in what I lifted from the soldier boy's phone.

Once I sold them to MI6, I figured things would start getting very interesting. Very interesting indeed.

Published: 2021-07-19, viewed 51 times.