Long Form Roleplayers

First Read
Learning the Ropes - Welcome to the NYPD Part 1
On the Job Training - Welcome to the NYPD Part 2

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: Irritably, I kicked Grzegorz in the ribs. He rolled over, blood dribbling out of his mouth. "I swear Grzegorz, that if your lawyer doesn't have that money transferred within one hour, I will start cutting bits off of you." I took out my knife. There were three other employees, dead, their bodies littering the floor. I had killed them to make it clear to Grzegorz how serious I was. He had finally called his lawyer to make the arrangements at gunpoint.

But now I had another worry, where the fuck were Krzysztof and Jan? I tried to raise them repeatedly, but they weren't responding. FUCK. What had happened? Had they managed to get a SWAT team in the building after all? Surely it wasn't those fucking beat cops... I gnawed my finger. There were only six of us left on the floor. I couldn't afford to send anyone else out to hunt cops.

13:33 Aiden_Fletcher: I do know that this is likely to not go that well, and it's exciting and terrifying at the same time. As we reach the 52nd floor, I know we've got to go two seperate ways to get into the back and front of the building.

I turn to Jason. "Hey... I hope you're okay, it's been good working with you today." I lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. "Don't forget if we get out of here, we can tell HR about it another time."

And I turn and head down the rope to get back to the 51st floor, and then once I get there I drop to the ground and turn and head in the opposite direction to Jason, heading around the back of the building and through to a small corridor, not as well painted as the rest where the goods get brought in and stored for the cafeteria.

13:52 OfficerJasonFrank: Aiden kisses me on the cheek, and I actually blush just a little bit. Aiden was a good kid. Hot, sexy, tough, and sweet... all at the same time. I grin at him, "We are gonna make it out of this kid, don't worry. Afterwards, I promise not to tell HR if you don't. Signal me when you are in position and I'll kick off the fireworks." I wink at him, and ruffle his hair as he starts to climb down. I hoped I would see him again, but I wasn't convinced I would.

I hoped that even if I didn't make it, that he did. I climbed down the shaft after he had finished, sending one silent thought out... Aaron, I miss you.
Then, I quickly put all those thoughts out of my mind, and focus.

I carefully make my way down the corridor, straining all my senses for any sign of movement. Moving silently, but quickly I scout out the area leading to the south west stairwell. As soon as I catch sight of movement, I back off, then trace my path towards the front of the cafeteria. Again, as soon as I spy movement, I back off. I pull out one of the tear gas grenades, and wait, just around the corner for the signal.

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: Irritatingly, I turn to Aleksy, my right hand man. "Go find out what happened to Jan and Krzysztof." He turns to go, and I grab his sleeve, "And DON'T take any chances." Aleksy nods, and leaves. This wasn't going to plan. I kicked Grzegorz again. He started convulsing, spitting up some blood. That made me feel better.

15:00 Aiden_Fletcher: I slid up to the back door of the cafeteria, no-one else seemed to be around here. I climb over a load of boxes, each second passing as I move over them hoping that I don't knock any to the floor.

Thankfully that doesn't come to pass as I get to the door separating the kitchen area from the room where everyone else is. I carefully look inside to make sure I'm in the right place and I am. I take a step back and quietly click on my radio, "I'm in position, boss." I say as I wait there, silently, until I hear enough sounds to start moving.

15:17 OfficerJasonFrank: I get the signal from Aiden, then take a deep breath, and throw the canister of tear gas right in front of the door to the cafeteria. Then, I leg it towards the south west stairwell, taking out one of the grenades as I go. I have do this fast. Got to take out those bastards guarding the stairs before they are alerted.

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: Suddenly, I hear a loud hissing noise followed by a huge shout from Jakub. I turn around, my eyes focusing on the cloud of gas starting to billow out in front of the doors to the cafeteria. FUCK.

I snarl, "Jakub!! Take care of those fucking cops. I'll stay here with the hostages." I surge forward, and slam the doors to the cafeteria as the gas billows out. Some of it seeps into the cafeteria and my eyes begin to burn. I'm enraged. HOW THE FUCK did those cops get tear gas? Then I realized... Jan and Krzysztof. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I kick Grzegorz out of frustration. More tear gas was starting to seep in under the door. I moved away from it. I wondered if there was another way out of the cafeteria... I might have to move the hostages. I didn't have a fucking gas mask on me.
16:41 Aiden_Fletcher: I look through the door and see a guy still in there with the hostages. Not what we were hoping for at all.

Fuck.

Okay. Time for the direct approach. Because it may give the hostages time to get out behind me. I pull my handgun out of its holster and reattach the magazine that I’d pulled out earlier and walked straight in the room and pointed it at the lead guy. “NYPD.”

I put my other hand on the hostage next to me. “You. Lead everyone out of the door behind me. Go now. Don’t look back.”

I haven’t taken my eyes off the guy yet. “Hey. You need to stay where you are. Get on your knees. I’m going to handcuff you and then we’re going to get you down to the station. Understand?”

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: Suddenly, I hear a voice calling out "NYPD".

I turn on a dime, and my face breaks out into a wide smile. "What do we have here? A would be hero? A cop coming to save the day? So very American. But I'm not going to get on my knees, and you aren't going to handcuff me. We aren't going anywhere."

My eyes are boring into his face. He's young. Very young. I listen to the instructions he gives to one of the hostages. The hostage runs out towards the back door, and in a panic, others start to follow, but it will take time for all of them to leave, especially as they get in each other's way in their panic.

My hand lifts up, holding onto a fragmentation grenade. "Do you recognize this, Mr. ... Fletcher, is it?" My eyesight is very good, and I can read his nametag. "This is a fragmentation grenade. If you don't put your gun down within the count of five, and get on your hands and knees, then I will pull the pin on this grenade, and throw it into the middle of those poor bastards who have conveniently clumped themselves together in their naked panic and terror to escape. Have you seen what a grenade can do to a human body at close range? You will if you don't drop your gun in 5 ... 4 ... "

Beside me, Grzegorz starts to moan in fear.

18:23 Aiden_Fletcher: I look him straight in the eye, don't show fear. Don't show anything... just look directly at him.

"So ... if you make a move to pull the pin, I will shoot you, then I will jump on the grenade and I will save the life of the civilians. Because that's what we do."

"Our values are to Protect the lives and property of our fellow citizens and impartially enforce the law. Fight crime, both by preventing it and aggressively pursuing violators of the law. Maintain a higher standard of integrity than is generally expected of others because so much is expected of us. Value human life, respect the dignity of each individual and render our services with courtesy and civility."

"If you pull that grenade, we both die. But I will make sure you die first and no civilians will die. I took an oath. And yes... I'm scared as well. You can probably tell that. But I will tell you that I haven't been a police officer long enough to get jaded by anything. I still believe that code is what we're meant to live, and die by."

"You take that pin out, and you die, and probably a couple of seconds later I die as I jump on that grenade."

"Either way these civilians live."

I look at him. "The way that you live is that you put that down and put your hands behind your back. And I'm not just an American, I'm a Bostonian. We don't back down."

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: Instead of instantly obeying, as I was certain such a clearly young and inexperienced cop would do, he starts talking.

I pause my count and listen to his little spiel. What world does this idealistic young idiot live in?

I can barely believe what I am hearing him say... values ... ideals ... integrity... he's sitting there giving me a moralistic sermon in the middle of a life and death standoff?

I have to admit... that for a moment, I'm so shocked by what he is saying that I am actually thrown off my game. Does he think he's some kind of hero from a movie? Is he real? He can't possibly be real. Surely he can't be stupid enough to believe what he is actually saying.

Suddenly, as he finishes his sermon, I snap back to reality. Whether he believes in what he just said or not, it doesn't matter. I have no intention of letting this young, idealistic idiot from ruin my plans to get my revenge on Grzegorz.

I can't help wondering though... in some small corner of my mind, does he REALLY believe that shit? The reality is much simpler. There are those who are strong and survive, and those who do not.

I throw the grenade towards the hostages, but I do not pull the pin. Those hostages are too valuable to waste. As soon as I begin to throw the grenade, I dive off to the side, springing behind a table rolling on my shoulder, preparing to spring back up in a crouch, reaching for my sidearm.

A rookie cop against a veteran GROM-trained special forces commando? How can it even be a contest? I might enjoy playing with him before I kill him though. His idealism... fascinated me, like some kind of strange and exotic insect.

10:44 Aiden_Fletcher: As he starts to throw the grenade I do exactly what I said I would do and shoot three times straight at him. And I turn and I jump straight onto the grenades which landed in the midst of the hostages.

"GET OUT OF HERE," I shout to the hostages. I didn't know the pin hadn't been pulled, and it was a couple of seconds later when I realised it wasn't exploding. I didn't know how to take it, or whether I'd ever be able to do it again, I realised as I looked at the grenade under me that it's pin was still in it. Fuck. It was then I realised how terrified I was.

I don't know whether I hit the guy or not, I had been more interested in getting to the grenade to protect everyone. I roll behind a table, breathing heavily and adrenaline coursing through me, realising what just happened, and surprised I'm still here.

11:09 OfficerJasonFrank: I leg it for all I'm worth, drawing on every ounce of my fitness and awareness, trying to keep the noise down, which thankfully is easier on the carpet.

I approach the south west stairwell, pull the pin on the grenade, and throw it towards the men clustered around the entrance to the stairs. Some kind of crazy luck must be with me... because they don't notice the grenade until it's too late. One of them turns to look at the soft thump on the carpet behind him, and for the rest of my life... I will remember the look of shock on his face, just before the grenade exploded. I was about 10 yards away, and I just managed to duck back behind the corner, when the concussive blast ripped through the hall. I looked back around the corner, and saw that part of the floor had collapsed...

And those three men... were not even recognizable as men anymore. I had a tough stomach... I'd seen a lot of shit in my life, but my gorge started to rise at the sight of severed limbs and blackened flesh.

Grimly, I turned back, hearing gunshots from the area of the cafeteria. I felt a sick fear start to churn inside me, Aiden oh fuck.... something's gone wrong.

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: I hear an explosion from somewhere else on the floor as I throw myself clear, but I don't have time to think about what that means. I have my own problems.

The cop fires at me, three shots ringing out. It isn't until I've finished my roll and drawn my side arm, when I realized my left leg was burning. FUCK. The bullet had grazed my left thigh, cutting a furrow across the outside, bleeding and aching.

But pain was no stranger to me. I'd had worse. Immediately, I scanned the area where I'd thrown the grenade, and to my surprise... I caught sight of that young cop getting up, the unexploded grenade beneath him.

Well fuck me. He really did have a death wish. He really had done what he said he was going to do. I didn't think he had the balls. Grudgingly, I began to develop a kind of respect for him. He might be nothing but a beat cop, but he clearly had balls. Either that or he was just too stupid to realize what he was doing.

I reach beside me, grab a chair, and heave it towards the fluorescent light dangling above the cop's position. Once the chair smashes into the light, sending it crashing down towards his place of cover, I vault over the table, firing a few shots towards his general area, leaping through one of the small gaps next to the lunch counter into the kitchen, intending to stay low, out of sight, and dart over to the other gap, and flank him from an unexpected vector.

13:20 Aiden_Fletcher: "Fucking hell," I mutter as the lights come down showering me in glass, and I see the guy jumping across the room, I try to track him, but there is no point in wasting bullets like he's doing when there isn't a chance of hitting someone.

Fuck, now he's in the kitchen I don't know where he is, or where he's going. I reload the gun with my other magazine and stay low, moving towards the hatch under the kitchen, staying low beneath it, to try and figure out where he's gone to.

At least the hostages were moving, that's a good sign. Their safety was the most important thing here.

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: As I near the opposite hatch, I can see the hostages starting to drain out of the back of the kitchen. It doesn't really matter. They can't go far. And Grzegorz is the one I care about, and he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

The wound on my leg is searing, but I ignore it, it's just pain, and I dart around the corner of the counter, under the hatch, intending to sneak up behind the cop, but apparently he had the same idea, since we both collide with each other as I turn the corner.

Instinctively, my left hand reaches up to seize his right wrist, my powerful arm surging as I look to smash his gun hand against the side of the counter.

My right arm swings around, pointing towards his struggling body, seeking to get a bead on his head and blow his brains out with my sidearm.

14:19 Aiden_Fletcher: He slams my hand into the counter, as he unexpectedly turned the corner, and my gun spirals out of my hand away out of arm's reach, but I have a bigger problem which is the gun in his hand.

I slam my body weight across and onto that arm to stop him turning it towards me, but this guy is very strong, and I'm nowhere near his arm strength.

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: I manage to force the fucking cop to drop his own gun, but he slams his shoulder into my gun arm, throwing my aim off at the last moment, just as I'm firing.

My bullet only just misses his head. Calmly, without missing a beat I let go of his right arm, and smash my fist towards his face, driving my right knee up between his legs, looking to spear him in his crotch. We are both right up against each other, and crouched low, making for some very tight fight space, where my larger size and greater strength, not to mention my skill should make this contest ... very entertaining for me.

15:05 Aiden_Fletcher: I massively wince in pain as he slams his fist into my face and I drop hold of his arm, and he slams into my balls as well, and I grunt loudly in pain as he slams down into me, fuck that was a tonne of pain - a LOT of pain.

But i'm not holding his gun now and am a sitting duck, but I slide my hand out and pull the grenade from my pocket and pull the pin, and look at him even as my cock and balls as burning with pain.

"Hey... I've got your grenade."

15:53 OfficerJasonFrank: I hear more gunshots as I race towards the rear entrance to the cafeteria. I pour on more speed. But then... FUCK FUCK FUCK. I see another figure dart around the corner up ahead. He fires at me, and I dive to the side, taking refuge in a restroom, as the bullet smashes into the wall right next to my head.

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: I'll make short work of this young, foolish, idiotic cop.

I smash him in the face, and drive my knee into his crotch. I'm getting ready to slam him down to the ground, get on top of him and play with him a bit, when suddenly, there in his hand, he's holding the grenade I threw... HOLY SHIT. He's pulled the fucking pin!!

On pure instinct, I reach down and bat the grenade out of his hand, sending it bouncing off the counter, back towards the kitchen, where it rolls behind a food prep counter and next to a refrigerator.

There is a massive explosion, and everything goes white. Luckily, the counter shields me from the shrapnel, but the shockwave still smashes into my back, blasting me forward, into the cop and over him, leaving me sprawled on the floor, my ears ringing, and feeling sick from the near explosion. My gun has been thrown clear.

Vaguely, I look around, and see bits of what looks like salad and pizza raining down ... a piece of pepperoni slams into the floor right in front of my head, while small scraps of lettuce and carrot rain down. At first I thought that there was blood mixed in... but then I realize it's pizza sauce.

16:09 Aiden_Fletcher: I slam down onto my back with the force of the explosion of the refrigerants and the shockwave, but the other guy went over the top of me so that's likely to have hurt more.

Being on the bottom and having already been knocked to the floor had the big advantage of making me a bit more shielded, but the pain in my balls hasn't got much better as I roll over and get to my knees and it takes a good force of will to jump at the guy and bash my entire elbow into his mouth and nose before climbing on top of him jumping down with my knee into his sack to bring him as sick as I feel.

16:42 OfficerJasonFrank: I can't fucking stay in the goddamn bathroom... Not while Aiden is in danger. It's crazy... it's going to get me killed, but I can't stay in here.

I charge forward, slamming my shoulder into the swinging door, and sheer dumb luck was with me. I smashed the door open just as the terrorist was about to open it, sending him sprawling on his ass. The look on my face is cold as ice as I train my Glock on his head, and fire once. There is an explosion of blood, some of it gets on my uniform.

But a moment later, I turn on my heel and charge back towards the cafeteria, adrenaline surging in my veins as I continue on towards the rear entrance. There is NO fucking way in hell I'm going to let Aiden get killed on his first day. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: I'm in a daze, only half conscious, noticing that some of the red is blood... mine, dripping out of my ears, when suddenly my face erupts in agony, my nose and mouth bashed in, blood flowing down my face, and a few teeth knocked loose. Then a split second later, my groin explodes, unleashing a tidal wave of gut-churning, sickening pain to knife through my body. I jacknife up, sliding past the cop's elbow, to see his knee buried in my groin, his full weight, plus the weight of his gear and armor, smashing into my unprotected nuts.

But somehow, through sheer force of will I stay conscious. I'm GROM. We don't quit. We don't surrender. We fight.

Fighting against the overpowering urge to vomit, my hand gropes across the floor next to me, and finds a twisted bit of the fluorescent light casing that I'd knocked down earlier. I swing up the metal casing, looking to smash it into the side of the cop's head.

16:54 Aiden_Fletcher: The metal case slams into me knocking me across the room back into the counter and causing blood to fall from my face as I slam into the wall, fuck that hurt, I'm not used to actual fights like this, but at least I have put him down for a bit as I slam into the wall.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the gun I had from the guy upstairs in case I'd run out of ammo and bring it up and unload it into the guy's leg. I can't bring myself to kill someone unarmed, it's against NYPD policy.

"Fuck you," I say, blood pouring down my face

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: I manage to smash the cop in the side of his head, knocking him off me. I try to sit up, but the wave of nausea from my nearly shattered balls and the agony knifing through my bashed nose and mouth causes me to fall back to the ground, groaning.

I try again to sit up, managing it this time, just in time to take a bullet directly to my leg. I let out a low scream of pain as the bullet sinks into my left thigh, the same leg that got grazed earlier, with a spurt of blood and yet more agony.

I'm in full on survival mode now. The cop made a fatal mistake, going for me leg instead of my head. I analyze my surroundings, focusing through the ocean of pain that threatens to overwhelm with cold, crystal clear focus. I reach out, and grab the chair, lying on it's side, that I had thrown at the overhead light.

Quickly, with a surge of muscle, I toss it directly at him. Then, in the wake of that, I reach out to grab the table, heave myself up one foot, putting all the weight on my good leg, draw my combat knife, and throw myself on top of him, in so much pain that it takes every ounce of my will to keep my focus. But I'm GROM. We don't back down, don't quit. We get the job done.

As I fall on top of him, I drive my blade towards his gun-wielding arm while he's still fighting with the chair, the closest part of him I can reach, looking to plunge the blade into his bicep.

10:25 Aiden_Fletcher: The blade sinks into my arm and I grunt loudly as I manage to get the chair off me, the gun goes skidding off into the room and the burning pain in my arm won't stop, I'm unsure what to actually do in this situation, there's so many scenarios you do at the academy, but you don't actually get hurt, don't actually get stabbed or shot or injured, it's all theoretical, and the pain doesn't help with the thinking about what do do. Especially with him on top of me like that.

The knife in my arm is leaking blood onto the floor and I'm in danger of blacking out from my actual first real injury, but the last thing I can do is I grab my nightstick with my off hand and slam the butt of it into his head, as I'm breathing heavily

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: I manage to sink my blade into the young fool's bicep, my breath coming in short, measured gasps as I twist it in, fighting off the pain of my own many injuries at this foolish cop's hands.

His hand spasms in reaction to the knife wound, and his gun goes skittering across the room.

The chair tumbles off the cop, and suddenly his arm flashes down to his side.
Instantly, I realize he is reaching for another weapon. My reaction times are slower than normal, and I've only got the use of one leg, but even so I manage to lift my arm enough to partially block the blow. Instead of smashing directly into my temple, I bash my arm into his forearm, and the butt of his nightstick strikes a glancing blow instead of a full on smash to the side of my head, cutting a furrow across the back of my head.

I stagger, fighting to stay upright, and twist the knife in his arm with one hand to cause more damage and pain, while I smash my fist towards his jaw in a brutal and violent hook, seeking to knock him out.

10:57 Aiden_Fletcher: I scream in pain as the knife is twisted, I hadn't experienced anything like this before, and then it all goes blissfully pain free as his fist connects to my jaw knocking me unconscious.

10:01 Boryslaw_Kowalczyk: I watch with satisfaction as the cop's eyes roll up into the back of his head, and he slumps against the counter, unconscious.

My body is throbbing in pain. But my fury and rage gives me energy. This cop has ruined everything... he and his partner. But what really makes me enraged is that if he hadn't been so STUPID, he would have killed me.

I let myself fall down onto the ground next to him, and drag him away from the counter rolling his body over onto his back. I rip my knife out of his arm, the wound streaming more blood as I pull it free.

I debate how to kill him, deciding that his death requires a ... personal touch.

I let my body collapse on top of his back, breathing heavily. I reach out and grab one of the guns that had been dropped, I reach down with my other hand, feeling his body beneath me, and grab his hair, pulling his head back and up off the ground. I take the barrel of the gun, and put it up against his temple. I'm looking forward to seeing his brains scattered all over the floor.

The sound of a gun firing echoes through the cafeteria. Grzegorz moans once into the silence.

10:01 OfficerJasonFrank: Panting, I reach the back door heading into the kitchen, after fighting through crowds of office workers fleeing the cafeteria. I hear the sounds of fighting.. I get my breathing under control, and stealthily make my way through the kitchen, crouching low. I hear screams of pain, clearly from Aiden, then silence.

My heart is pounding inside my chest, and I fear the worst as I crouch under the hatch next to the counter. Just in time to see a terrorist holding Aiden's head by the hair, putting a gun against his head. I don't hesitate, not for a second.

I fire once, and the side of the terrorist's head is blown in, spattering brains and gore all over the floor and Aiden. I breath heavily into the silence, catching my breath as a man on the far side of the room groans.

I rush forward, and push the dead man off of Aiden. I roll him over, and see the savage wound in his arm. FUCK.

I reach over to the dead man, take out a knife from my boot, and cut a strip of cloth off his trousers, then quickly wrap the cloth around the wound in his arm, then I start to slap Aiden's face gently, "Wake up... C'mon boy, wake up for me."

11:34 Aiden_Fletcher: It's far away when I hear someone's voice. I was having such a nice dream, I was back in Cape Cod running in a football match, tackling someone ... but then it's like someone is shaking me, but I'm about to score and it's confusing.

I slowly open my eyes and look up at Jason. "Hi Daddy..."

There's a massive pain in my arm, and it starts to slowly come back to me. "Did I win?" I'm very confused as to what's going on, everything is a blur right now.

11:43 OfficerJasonFrank: Slowly, I watch as Aiden's eyes start to flutter open. I let out a sigh of relief.

But when he speaks... I feel floored momentarily as he calls me Daddy. My eyes go wide, then I start to grin. The boy is half concussed.

He asks me if he's won, and for some reason, I find that so funny, I can't stop laughing. I reach down and wrap my arms around him, pulling him up into a hug as I kneel there on the floor. When I'm able to speak again, I reply, "You are alive boy. I'd call that a win, given the circumstances. Take a few breaths... then, see if you can stand up. I need to update Dispatch. But I think we got 'em. And thanks to you... most of the hostages made it out of here alive." I look around at the few bodies that didn't. Feels bad.

Real bad. One of them, though, is still alive, bleeding and cut, but alive.

11:57 Aiden_Fletcher: Slowly I get up to my feet, I can see that my arm is bandaged right now and that's good.. I can't remember that happening.

"Yeah I can stand up."

"Can we have the afternoon off... I think we can do paperwork tomorrow. Assuming I don't find the firefighter recruitment papers overnight."

I wince as I lean on the counter. "Yeah.. we're going to need paramedics as well... one guy was getting really beaten up by the guy ... who..." I look down. "The dead one."

12:11 OfficerJasonFrank: I grin at Aiden, "Too late for you boy. You've been among us, you've drank the water, breathed the air.... you are one of us. Fire service won't have you now. But ... I think I can wrangle us an afternoon off."

I'm right there beside Aiden, helping to steady him as he leans on the counter, "Don't worry, I've cleared the way to the stairs, and they will be sending in another SWAT team to secure the area, and the paramedics will be with them. We also need to get you a doctor boy, that's a nasty cut."

My eyes stray down to the dead terrorist, his blood and brains scattered across the floor. My eyes go hard as I remember how we was this close to killing Aiden.

I search the floor, and find Aiden's service pistol, collecting and his nightstick, giving them back to Aiden. "C'mon boy, let's go see if we calm down the terrified office workers. Let them know this all over."

12:22 Aiden_Fletcher: I smile at him briefly. "Afternoon off... good... You owe me a beer I think. I don't know why it's your fault, but you're the boss."

I nod as I put the weapons back whether they should be and I go into the back room of the cafeteria. "Right... no-one's to go into the cafeteria, as it's a crime scene right now."

"But the situation is currently over," I say leaning on the table. "Please take the back way out of here through the service corridor and go back to the reception area."

"Once you're there we will look to be able to get you down to the ground floor once the paramedics have arrived and released everyone. I'm afraid it's going to be a long walk down the stairs, but it'll be a safe walk down the stairs."

13:06 OfficerJasonFrank: "I think I can manage a beer ... hell, I could probably even afford a pizza... You've earned it boy." I head out into the hall, making my way back through the ruins of the kitchen, the wrecked and twisted metal and plastic that had been a fridge before taking a grenade.

I pull over my radio, speaking with dispatch, answering their endless questions as Aiden addresses the remaining civilians, ushering the few stragglers out of the cafeteria and giving them instructions. He's gonna make a good cop. His heart is in the right place, he's brave, he believes in his job, I just hope that he learns to look after number one.

I close down my conversation, turn my head to see Aiden just making his way out of the cafeteria, then suddenly my head explodes in a wave of agony as something smashes into the back of my head, and I slump senseless to the ground like a puppet with his strings cut.

11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: When I was not even halfway up the stairs searching for Jan and Krzysztof, I heard and saw the explosion a few floors below me. Cursing, I turned around and headed down the stairs to find my three teammates mangled and very dead by a grenade. Something had gone wrong... had a SWAT team managed to get by us??? HOW?

I keep searching heading for the cafeteria, and on the way, I come across Jakob... dead, his head blown apart, just outside the men's toilet. This is bad, very bad. These men... I have worked with them for years. We were a team. The rest of the world could go fuck itself, but WE were a team. A team... and now... I felt myself starting to lose my grounding.

I hear a single gunshot from somewhere on the floor, and suddenly, I see the office workers stumbling down a hallway. I plaster myself against the corner of the adjoining passage, not sure what went wrong, but certain something very unexpected has happened. Then, I hear a voice talking on a radio walking down the hallway. I listen carefully, and realize it's one of those cops... and he mentions how all the terrorists appear to be dead. I realize numbly he means us.

My team... dead. Boryslaw ... dead. It was.... impossible. How could this be? How could two beat cops have done all this? Suddenly, he walks right by me, but he doesn't see me, he's too busy speaking on his radio.

In a split second, a hundred options flow though my mind, I could shoot him, but he would be more valuable to me alive. I would use him as a hostage, and then make my way back up to the observation deck. I knew that Mieczysław was still up on the observation deck, I'd radioed him on my way up. We were the only two left alive. I'd use this cop as a hostage to secure my way up to the top floor, then me and Mieczysław would signal the helicopter we had hired, courtesy of our Syndicate contacts, and make our escape.

I step out, grab my sidearm by the barrel, and bash the oblivious cop in the back of his skull, carefully controlling the force of the blow to knock him out cold. He went down like a pole axed ox. Perfect.

Even though my entire world had just been destroyed... my friends gone... I was still GROM. I'd get out of this, then me and Mieczysław would regroup, and rebuild. Somehow.

14:22 Aiden_Fletcher: I take a few minutes before I head out of the room, getting the hostages to start moving in one direction rather than just staying in the kitchen area. I don't blame them to be honest, they really just want to stay here safe, which ... frankly ... I can understand, I'd rather just stay here. Or have Jason fucking me all night long... one of the two of them.

I head out into the corridor and can't see Jason and go to my radio and tried to call him, waiting, but I can't hear anything back from him. I frown as I look around the area, but nothing from him at all.

Where the hell could he have gone.

It's only chance that I hear something from a few floors up as they're dragging Jason up the stairs and I look up and see more of them... I'm frozen for a few seconds I thought they were all dead, but now one of them has Jason.

Fucking hell... how can this happen.

I take a deep breath and take my service weapon out and start up the stairs slowly as I take each turn slowly holding my gun out in case of others. Plus my vision is a bit blurred due to the knock to the head and I need to take it slowly up the stairs.

11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: I pull his limp body back out of the main hall, then throw him over my shoulder, making my way towards the stairs. He'll make a good hostage if anyone tries to stop us. FUCK... I can carry a lot of weight, I'm fit, but I'm a very small man, compared to the rest of my team, and this cop is heavy... not only is he wearing his body armor, but he's thickly muscled, almost as thickly muscled as Boryslaw.

I reach the stairs, then grimly, adjust him on my shoulders and start to climb the stairs. I have to hold onto the railing with one hand to steady myself, and grimly force my way up step by step. His boot knocks against the railing as I walk up, making a terrific clattering noise, echoing up the stairwell, but there is nothing for it. I have to hurry... the Police will no doubt be sending up another SWAT team anytime now. I heard this fucking cop mention that during his radio conversation.

But I'm GROM. We don't quit, and we train to adapt and overcome all challenges. Finally, at the brink of utter exhaustion, I reach the 75th floor, and stagger out onto the observation deck, calling out, "Mieczysław! I have our hostage... now, call in that helicopter. We need to go. We'll keep the cop alive in case the SWAT team reaches us before the chopper does, we'll have a bargaining chip."

15:26 Aiden_Fletcher: I stop off on the 52nd floor and head over and grab my own body, the one that I'd attacked and wrestled to the ground and handcuffed to the stairwell. It takes me two blows to knock him out again to mainly shut him up as I drag him up the rest of the way to the roof, which is a strain on my arm as well.

As I get there I see Jason and two others out there so I stay inside and go to the radio I had picked up from this guy earlier and say. "Hey... nice to be chatting with you. I have one of your guys here, and you have my partner. Fancy a trade?"

11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: As Mieczysław calls in for the chopper, I dump down the big over-muscled cop and slump him against the wall. Then, I crouch down and cover the stairwell with my gun, getting my breath back, feeling the sweat soaking into my clothes start to cool off beneath the breeze up here.

I want to be out of this fucking place. It's been a disaster. As soon as the helicopter arrives, I'll kill the cop and we'll be off.

Suddenly, my radio crackles into life, and I listen in disbelief as a cop's voice speaks up, offering a trade. What?? One of our other teammates is alive?

I reply, my voice is deep with suspicion... "How the fuck do I know you aren't lying? And even if you aren't, how do I know that you won't just storm the deck here the moment we make the trade?"

15:49 Aiden_Fletcher: "How do I know when I bring this guy out you won't kill my partner," I say sitting in the observation deck, my arm bleeding again after the strain of carrying this person upstairs.

"It's a similar question."

"And I'm guessing you won't take my word for it, and I'm not going to take yours, after ... you know ... killing a fuck tonne of civilians and your boss tried to kill me."

11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: I growl as the cop answers. "Let me hear him. Prove to me whoever you have is alive and he's one of ours, then we talk further."

15:56 Aiden_Fletcher: I pull out my gun and place it against the head of the guy on the floor next to me. "You can stop pretending to be unconscious now, no-one can do 24 floors unconscious the way I carry people."

"Just give him your name, anything else and I'll shoot, understand."

I look at him and shake my head. "Unless you want to die."

11:56 Dariusz_Bakula: Not much I can do while I'm handcuffed, so I didn't bother trying anything. I was content to wait for my chance. Even after I woke up, I pretended to be unconscious, since I had a better chance to learn more about the situation that way.

Then, I learned that I was part of a ... prisoner exchange. Ironic. Considering that's what we had come here to do to that bastard Grzegorz and his employees.

Then that young cop puts his gun to my head. I keep my cool, not even surprised he figured out I was conscious. I spoke up into the radio.

"It's Dariusz."

11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: I grunt again, he wasn't bluffing. Dariusz was a member of our team. We don't leave our brothers behind. It's not done. Without our team, we aren't anything. I looked over at Mieczysław, mouthing silently HOW LONG.

He understood and held up 5 fingers. Five minutes until the chopper arrived.

"All right, you have Dariusz. I have your partner... " I look at his nametag. I've got him cuffed with his own cuffs, and I've gagged him to boot. But he's still out cold. I hit him carefully, but rather hard.

" ... Jason. Here is how we are going to do this. You are going to bring Dariusz up here. And my partner and I will be waiting for you. Once we both verify the condition of each other's partner, then both sides will throw our weapons over the top of the balcony. Then, we will make the exchange, and you will get the fuck off the observation platform."

16:20 Aiden_Fletcher: "Okay.. your turn... I want to make sure my partner is alive... get him to talk to me."

"That's before we make other choices, right..."

16:26 OfficerJasonFrank: I was in a nightmare... trapped back in that alley ... where that fake soldier had jumped me... he'd beat the fuck out of me and he was raping me, and I couldn't do a thing to stop him.

Then, suddenly, he started hitting me in the face, slapping as though I were his bitch. Vaguely the dream fades, and I look up into the eyes of a good looking, smallish fucker. Dressed as a construction worker with a tactical belt and body armor. He was slapping me across the face.

I looked at him stupidly. My head... it hurt. Where was I? What the fuck was going on? Then... suddenly, my body spasmed... and I remembered everything. Up to the point where I'd apparently been captured. "Whaa.. "

11:56 Dariusz_Bakula: I slap the fucking cop until he wakes up, not being to harsh, but harsh enough to wake him. He comes too, looking confused. Then his eyes suddenly sharpen, and I can tell he's catching up. I speak harshly, putting a gun to his temple, "Your partner wants to hear you speak. Tell him you are alive. Or you soon won't be."

11:56 OfficerJasonFrank: "Aiden... it's me.. Jason... Still alive and kicking here, for the moment anyways." I still have no clue what the fuck is going on.

16:34 Aiden_Fletcher: I listen and think for a couple of seconds. "Okay... we bring both of them to the centre of the roof, I'm not stupid enough to throw my gun over the side, I've watched fucking Die Hard, you could have one taped to your back or something."

"We keep the guns, I have mine pointed at this bloke, you have yours pointed at my partner. He gets to me, yours gets to you, then we step back into the building."

"I'm not stupid enough to throw my gun away, and be honest, bud, neither are you."

16:40 OfficerJasonFrank: 11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: I shrug as he modifies the arrangement. "Fine. Whatever. We'll do it your way." It was worth a try, but he isn't as stupid as he looks. But at this point, I'm willing to get Dariusz back more than I want to kill some stupid cop. And I'm a much better shot than he is, guaranteed.

"Let's do this, now." We don't have all day after all. The helicopter is coming any minute now.

16:46 Aiden_Fletcher: I point my gun at the guy. "Darius... or whatever your name is, get up... we're heading outside. You make any fucking moves apart from walking straight forward, I'll shoot you."

I take some time to strip his body armour off and throw it on the ground. "I'll shoot you and you'll die. Understand."

"Out... move in front of me."

17:03 OfficerJasonFrank: 11:56 Dariusz_Bakula: I stand up slowly, getting my feet under me. I don't say a word, I just start to walk, stripped of my body armor. Easier to kill that way, I take it.

I start to walk out as he follows me with a gun to my back.

Very carefully, and in a straight line. I'm not afraid to die. But I'd rather not be shot from behind, cuffed and helpless. I'd much rather go down fighting.

11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: I grab the cop and haul him up to his feet, stripping off his body armor, and tossing it aside, along with his badge and uniform, leaving him in nothing but a tight undershirt. Damn... he is thickly muscled, in excellent shape. Look at the size of his arms. Fuck me.

I stick my sidearm in the middle of his back, and speak up, my tone cold and hard, "We are going to walk forward about 15 feet, in front of the doors to the stairwell and then we are going to stop. If you try anything, I will put a hole through you, do you understand? Now WALK!"

11:56 OfficerJasonFrank: Finally, I'm starting to get clued in... I'm going to be exchanged .. Then, as the door to the stairwell opens, everything becomes clear... the man that Aiden knocked out and left cuffed... he's going to exchange him for me.

17:08 Aiden_Fletcher: The wind hits me when i get outside, I pull the radio up against me, easier to talk this way as I see that they've taken Jason's clothes off. I put my gun to the back of the head of Dariusz and speak into their radio. "Give him his uniform back. Yeah Yeah I understand the body armour, I did the same to your guy, but I didn't fucking strip him naked, give it him back or we turn around and go back inside, lets have some fucking trust here okay."

17:14 OfficerJasonFrank: 11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: I look at him incredusouly, then radio back, "You want his FUCKING uniform back? And I didn't fucking strip him naked, I left him with his trousers and his undershirt. Fine, whatever..." I hook my foot at the pile containing his uniform shirt and his body armor and kick it ahead of me as we walk. I reach the center of the spot, just a few feet from the doors, and I stop.

11:56 OfficerJasonFrank: The fucker stripped me of my uniform shirt and my body armor. The wind is fucking cold up here, but more than that, it's my GODDAMN uniform... More than a bit humiliating.

He might only be on the job a day, but Aiden gets it... he gets how much it means to me. I walk forward slowly, as the terrorist drags the rest of my uniform across the ground towards the meeting spot.

17:23 Aiden_Fletcher: "Yeah... he picks it up when he walks over to me." I walk slightly forward and prod the guy to start walking towards the centre, keeping my gun trained on him. "Walk."

I go to my radio. "Okay... you walk back to the far side. I want onto the two of them in the middle... no chance of you deciding you want to go man on man... you back off now.. let Jason and your guy get to the centre alone."

I shout across the roof. "Pick your uniform up, and come over to this side, Jason."

11:52 Aleksy_Bielik: Grunting, I slowly step backwards keeping my gun trained on Jason the entire time. Replying, "Fine." I don't have time to beat that fucking cop up anyways. Though I would surely like to. These two cops... they killed my teammates. We'd be back though. I'd remember them. Aiden Fletcher and Jason Frank. Yes we would remember.

11:56 OfficerJasonFrank: I hear Aiden's voice, and it's the sweetest sound I've heard in a long, long time. I pick up my uniform, holding it and look into the eyes of the man that Aiden choked out. I keep walking, then pass him by. Any moment I am expecting a bullet in my back, but it never happens. Finally, I'm through the door, in nothing but my undershirt, holding my uniform, and it slams shut. Fuck me. I look at Aiden. "Fuck."

18:20 Aiden_Fletcher: I go straight to my other radio and radio in that there are three terrorists on the roof still.

Then I turn to Jason. "Are you okay?" I untie his hands and look at him. "It was all I could think of to do to get you back. Figured they'd have killed you otherwise. Wasn't sure what else to do."

07:22 OfficerJasonFrank: I take a long shuddering breath. Then, I reach up and touch the back of my head, wincing. There is a lump there about the size of a golf ball from where that mother fucking cunt knocked me out. I feel slightly sick to my stomach, no doubt the result of a mild concussion.

I take a moment to put my body armor back on, and button up my uniform shirt over the top, feeling uncomfortable being out of uniform while on duty. I adjusted my badge, and checked that all my kit was still on my tactical belt. There are streaks of grime on my shirt from where it had been drug across the floor, but the blood spatters from the earlier gun battles partially hid the streaks.

Then, I look up, as I lean against the wall, staring into Aiden's face. Shit, he was handsome.

Aiden might be young... but the way he handled this situation.. was worthy of a veteran SWAT negotiator. I reach out and put my hand on his shoulder, looking him in the eye, "I'm fine, just a knock on the head." I smile at him, my mouth twisting into a crooked grin, "I've seen veteran negotiators do far worse than what you just pulled off. We might need to see about training you up for SWAT."

Then, because I was still half-concussed, and not quite right in the head, at least that's what I told myself, I wrapped my thick-muscled arms around Aiden, and pulled him in tightly against me, my hand resting on the back of his head as I pulled him into me, tilting my head and locking my mouth on his, giving him a fierce, deep, yet at the same time gentle, kiss.

09:25 Aiden_Fletcher: I moan very slightly in pleasure as he does that, fuck that was good, absolutely want to feel that in bed, fuck he's muscled and I can feel an outline in his trousers as I brushed against it. Fuck I am turned on to fuck right now, even though we're on duty and just had the worst day I've ever had.

It's almost bad when I move away and look out on the observation deck. "Those guys are getting into a helicopter. this isn't something we should interfere with considering I have like two bullets left, right."

"And I don't want to go into SWAT, I didn't come first at the firearms at the academy, it was one of my weaker things. Luckily we had someone to try and exchange for you. I didn't want you dead, (a) you've promised me something this evening... (b) I don't want to have to get a new partner on my first day, that stuff stays with you."

I smile and wince at my own arm and tighten the bandage slightly. "Can we please be done."
09:43 OfficerJasonFrank: My cock starts to stiffen in my trousers as I taste Aiden... feel him up close against me. He's not as thickly muscled as I am, but he is fit as fuck. And double tough. And brave. He proved that to me today.

I'm aching to fuck him, aching to take him under my wing. Then we break off the kiss, and we turn to see the helicopter picking up the terrorists. I shake my head, "All we would do is get ourselves killed. I think we have to let them go for now."

I turn, looking down the stairs, total exhaustion starting to settle in. "Well, there you have it... who would have thunk it? The only thing you need to make a hero is make sure the guy he's trying to save owes him a promise." I start to laugh, "C'mon Aiden, let's get a medic to check your arm out, then I think I have a promise to make good on ... and other things."

10:07 Aiden_Fletcher: I smile, "That's not being a hero, it's saving your partner. That's part of the job."

I'm sick of the stairs by the time I get half way down and see the police medic who has arrived along with the SWAT team, and get it properly bandaged up, thankfully it's not infected or anything, but they give me painkillers and antibiotics and send me out of the building.

Which involves another 51 flights of stairs.

I'm shattered by the time I reach the ground level and sit on one of the decorative walls in the lobby area. "I'll go back to the station, shower, change out of my uniform then do we go back to yours, bet your place is a fuck lot nicer than mine..."

10:16 OfficerJasonFrank: We are both exhausted... I mean, I'm fit... but several hundred cumulative flights of stairs in a day is a bit much, even for me.

I finish giving my report to the Sergeant, and he looks shocked as I tell him what we did. He looks over at you with something like respect and maybe a bit of awe. Then, I tell him that we are both taking the rest of the afternoon off. He doesn't argue.

I go to join you on the low decorative wall, soaked in sweat and dead tired. "That sounds like a perfect idea. Here's my address..." I scribble it down and stuff it in your pocket. "And here's 20 dollars for a cabbie. Don't argue boy, just take it and say thank you." I slip a 20 dollar bill into your pocket along with my address.

"I'll have some pizza and beer ready for us. And... " I grin at him, "... you should plan on staying the night."

10:27 Aiden_Fletcher: It's about two hours later when I arrive at Jason's, I didn't really need the twenty dollars, but I had actually said thank you, probably payment for saving his life, so that's fine by me.

It is far closer to work than where I live in Brooklyn which is a benefit, but I do like my apartment, I'm not complaining.

I head up the stairs wearing jeans, and a Boston College football team shirt and knock on the door.

10:48 OfficerJasonFrank: I hear the knock on the door, and open it, dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

I smile at Aiden, and check him out, nodding. "You look better in uniform, but most men do." I grin. "It's a good thing you didn't were a Boston Red Sox t-shirt, otherwise the Yankee fans might have beaten the crap out of you on your way here."

I reach out and hand him a fresh, cold beer, getting a good whiff of his scent in the process. I love the way he smells. I joke with him, "You are old enough to drink, right boy?"

"C'mon, let's have some pizza. We need food after all that stair climbing and heroing we did today." I sit down at the table, not being shy, grabbing a slice and starting to wolf it down, but my eyes keep straying over to Aiden's face. He's so fucking handsome... and he's fit, athletic, in shape. My dick is twitching. It's been a very long time since I've been this horny.

Since I last was with Aaron... Fuck, I wish he could be here... A threesome with me, Aiden, and Aaron.

11:50 Aiden_Fletcher: "I've got a t-shirt and cap, they're my team." I joke as I sit there and eat pizza and drink a good beer. "And I'm JUST old enough to drink thank you. But yeah I am. And even if I wasn't... after today I would still be old enough to drink even if they law said otherwise."

Fuck, I like older guys a lot, I like the dad type, I like guys who take control, I don't look like I'm that type of guy, but I am and Jason is just my type, especially with those muscles.

"Yeah I can't wait till the next Red Sox Yankees Game... should be great fun walking through New York in that cap."

I look him up and down. "You going to show me your bedroom?" I don't believe in waiting much.

12:02 OfficerJasonFrank: As we eat and banter with each other, I feel myself getting liking him more and more. He was young, and that made me feel very protective of him, but at the same time he was double-tough and confident, and the combination of all of that made him completely irresistible to me.

I've never, ever fucked around with my partner before... but hell, there was a first time for everything, and after what we've been through today, we've earned the right to break a few rules.

"After today I'd say you are old enough to drink. After today boy, I'd say you are old enough to take it up the ass like a man." My eyes are twinkling, and my cock is surging in my shorts, tenting them something fierce as I finish off my beer and pizza.

Almost before the words are out of his mouth, I stand up, and walk over to him, looking down at him. I ruffle his hair, my cock tenting my shorts, and start to growl. "Come to daddy boy... time to take it like a man."

Without missing a beat, I squat low, and grab Aiden by his arm, and my other hand on his hip, easily hefting him over my shoulders in a fireman's carry, being careful of his bandaged arm.

Then, I carry him into my bedroom, and toss him down ontop of the mattress. I crawl on top of him pinning him down, my knees straddling his waist, and start to kiss him, with a lot of aggression and passion, driving my tongue deep into his mouth. Despite how rough I seem to be, I'm actually being very gentle with him, since I know how young he is, I want to find out just how rough he wants it.

Being a good top is not about being a bully .... it's much more than that.

12:07 Aiden_Fletcher: Oh fuck yes, as I get slammed down on top of the bed as I look at him and I kiss him back, running my hands down to his sides and then running it over his cock, just so I can feel how big it actually is, fuck that's huge and I want it.

"Yes daddy..." I say, as I look at him. "I want you to show me what it's like... I want to feel you."

I did like it rough, not overly rough, but rough enough, and Dad types... far more than anything else. The uniform didn't turn me on, that was something I wore to work, it was the type of guy and Jason was getting me rock hard in my trousers.

I arch my back a bit as he kisses me. "You don't mind being called daddy then... that's a good start."

12:22 OfficerJasonFrank: I growl even deeper as I feel Aiden's hands running up and down my sides, then down to my manhood, thick and fully erect.

Hearing him call me Daddy felt perfectly right. I break off the kiss and stare down into his eyes. My eyes were a bit hard, showing my lust, but I was smiling as well.

"Fuck boy, you'd better believe I expect to be called Daddy." I've played around with a few boys before, but I tended to get bored because they were all a bit too unsure of themselves, and they lacked that core of toughness that I needed in the men and boys I connected with. But Aiden... he was a jackpot. He was a boy that needed a Daddy... and he was one of the toughest men I'd met in a while. The combination was pure bliss for me.

I ran my hands down to his legs and feet, working quickly to remove his shoes and pull off his trousers, then his underwear, followed by his shirt. I wanted to see him naked. I was a bit forceful about how I undressed him, but I was very careful of his arm all the same.

"Daddy needs to inspect his boy... and Daddy likes what he sees. Yes he does." I ran my hands up and down Aiden's body. He was definetly an athlete, tough, strong, lithe, good muscle development. It was a huge turn on. Then I asked him, "You ever been fucked before, boy?"

13:21 Aiden_Fletcher: My cock is around seven inches, fairly thick, with only a light dusting of hair over my body, as I looked up at Jason and it was fully hard and already starting to drip as I put my arms around him.

"Yeah daddy," i say as I look up at him. "A lot... But by nothing that big." I lean up and kiss him again. The rest of my body lacks any tattoo's a bit of hair on my chest and stomach and that was it, fit and lean of course, and a bandage on my right arm.

"Do I get to see your body, daddy.... and that New York cock of yours, what I feel is massive."

Lying there naked my cock is straight out in front of me, hard as a rock right now.

13:29 OfficerJasonFrank: I smile again, as Aiden sits up and gives me another kiss. Damn, he looks so good there. Slowly, I start to take my shirt off, over my head, revealing my bare chest, slightly hairy, my powerfully muscled arms tatooed with tribal designs.

My chest is hard, thick, and powerful. I don't quite have a six pack, but my stomach is rock solid, covered in light sheen of hair. My lats are wide and spread.

Then, I work my shorts off along with my underwear, and my dick springs to attention, finally freed, it's just a bit longer than 7 inches, a bit thicker than Aiden's fine looking shaft.

I growl, low in my throat, and drive my hard shaft, leaking pre-cum right up the middle of Aiden's balls, swordfighting a bit with his dick as I lower my steel-cut, cop-trained NYPD muscle on top of his body, working on his chest, nibbling at the lean, hard muscle, feeling Aiden's arms wrap around me, then I end up at his ear, growling low and deep, "Daddy's gonna fuck you real good boy."

14:33 Aiden_Fletcher: "Fuck me hard, daddy...." I moan as I lay back on the bed as he bites me. Right now he's not my partner, not anyone apart from this, I was really good at compartmentalizing things, and this was really good.

"I want to feel everything." I reach my hand down to grab his balls hard and feel their strength in my hands, then I grab his cock. "Do you want this sucked, daddy?" I moan as I look at him.

He is fit as fuck and I needed him right now, been a few days for me since I've had sex, and it wasn't anywhere near as good as I believed I was going to get today.

"Whatever you want you can have, you know that."

14:48 OfficerJasonFrank: I grunt as Aiden reaches down to heft my balls in his hand, my dick twitching as he takes hold of them.

"Fuck yes, I want it sucked boy... You need to get it nice and lubed, all ready to take your ass."

I slowly make my way up his body dragging my dick along the centerline of his torso, feeling how fit he was until my knees straddled the sides of his head, with me taking special care for his wounded arm. Then, I lean forward, planting my hands on the bed above his head, and slowly lower my shaft, pre cum glistening on the tip of my cock down to his eager mouth.

I needed this... needed a boy like him. Fuck.

15:13 Aiden_Fletcher: I lean down slightly and take the entire shaft in my mouth without gagging. It’s clear from that in itself that I’m not exactly inexperienced at this as I work my way up and down the shaft greedily and hungrily.

It was thicker than mine and was thrusting into the back of my throat powerfully but I loved every single taste of it.

I keep doing this for what seems like a while, ten fifteen minutes maybe giving him as much pleasure as I can before I pull my mouth off it and put my head back on the bed.

“Fuck me daddy,” I say looking up at him. “Turn me over and fuck me.”

15:19 OfficerJasonFrank: Fuck, Aiden is good.. He might be young, but he knows how to service a man's cock like a veteran. It takes all my willpower not to cum. I shudder, groan and grunt as he sucks it then, I let out a final shudder as he pulls back. I back off, then growl at him, "You ready for daddy's dick boy? C'mon then... time to man up boy and take my shaft."

I gently roll him over onto his front, then pull him over to the edge of the bed so his legs drape over the side. Then, I stand up behind him, bend over and run my fingers up his back, appreciating the athletic musculature of his young body. "Fuck you feel good boy.. "

Then, I line my dick up with his ass and lean down, letting the thick mass of my heavily muscled chest drape across his back and shoulders, nibbling at his ear, "Here comes daddy.."

Then, gently, tenderly almost, much more gently than I would ever be with Aaron, I start work my spit-lubed cock into his ass with probing pressure from my hips, penetrating him bit by bit, nibbling on his ear and kissing his neck as I start to drive in.

17:11 Aiden_Fletcher: I slam down into the pillow and fuck I feel that as he goes in, that's amazing, just what I want and just what I need. To look at no-one would know I was like this behind closed doors and that's exactly the way I want it, but right now, fuck yes this is exactly what I want

"Fuck yes daddy, fuck yes, harder daddy, please."

His cock was really huge, at least compared to the last guy, thick, which is what I liked, proper man, "Harder... please... Oh yes... daddy."

17:16 OfficerJasonFrank: As I nibbled on his ear and neck, I could hear him moaning in pleasure, calling out, begging me to fuck him harder.

Knowing how much he enjoyed me inside him sent a thrill tingling up and down my spine, and I ramped up my tempo, easing into a faster and faster rate, until finally, I was slamming my thick cop cock deep up the boy's ass, my balls slapping against the side of the bed as I drove my dick in deep.

Searching, and finding his prostate, I started to really bang him, fuck him good. DAMN.. his ass was perfect, he felt amazing underneath me, my balls boiled.... "You like it harder boy... you are gonna get it harder... I'm gonna fuck your brains out boy... C'mon boy... take your Daddy's dick.. C'mon, fucking take it boy... Take it like a man."

17:22 Aiden_Fletcher: "Yes daddy, fuck me, like a man daddy," I grab the pillow as he ploughs my arse harder and harder. "Fuck yes...." I groaned hard as I grabbed the edge of the bed as my cock was threatening to throw me over the edge.

"I'm going to shoot daddy, I can't stop it...." I grab the headboard as he slams into me slamming it into the wall as I push back onto him.

"Keep going... shoot!"

17:37 OfficerJasonFrank: I groan feeling the boy bucking beneath me, moaning, encouraging me, begging me for more and more of my thick cock up his ass.

And I give it to him, give it to him all the way. I feel a connection with this boy... deep and primal, and protective.

The bed is rocking back and forth as I slam my dick in and out of his ass with all my strength.

Then, suddenly, I feel myself go over the edge unable to hold back, and I drive my dick deep into him, up to the hilt, and fall on his back, moaning loudly as my balls clench, unloading several thick, long spurts of my seed deep up this tough boy's ass, filling him from the inside out. I gasp ... then, collapse, the tension draining out of me, resting on top of Aiden's back, gently kissing him between the shoulder blades and muttering, "Fuck..."

23:00 Aiden_Fletcher: I smile exhausted on the bed. “Fuck. Yeah. I am fucking exhausted after that.” I turned over and smiled at him. “Fuck yes to all of that. You’re a great fuck. You know that? You know all the ways to hit it hard.” I smile and lean over and kiss Jason on the lips and whisper. “Daddy.” And turn and head out of the room into the bathroom.

“Going for a shower. See you in a few!”

About ten minutes later I get out of the shower and head out into the bedroom and Jason’s not there. I wander around the house and can’t actually see him anywhere.

Frowning I pull my clothes back on and check outside only to find the front door unlocked. The door also has marks on it as if it’s been forced slightly.

Heading back inside I check around the bedroom and find a small yellow casing next to the door, the front of a taser cartridge. Could someone have come in and tasered him while I had been in the shower.

That’s… unlikely surely.

His phone and wallet were still here. His clothes that he’d been wearing were still here. He couldn’t have left. I head outside and look around more carefully and see the CCTV camera was off the wall. It looked worse and worse.

“Fuck,” I say and call it in to the station. I didn’t mention sleeping with Jason. I said we’d had beer and pizza after the day we’d had and I was going to stay on the sofa and then as I was in the shower he vanished. All signs point to him being kidnapped.

Elsewhere a man bundled Jason into a van injecting him with sedatives to keep him unconscious.

Two Down. One to Go.

Published: 2021-11-14, viewed 45 times.