Date: Tue, 01 Jun 2010 14:47:15 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II / pt-28

[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st
series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off
sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please
read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first
in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]

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THE PRECINCT II -pt-28
Title: STRICTLY BUSINESS

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

PRECINCT-23

	The woman formally known as Peaches (Divine Graham) sat in shock at
narcotics detective Maleece Cortez's desk. Her newlywed husband (Whinny
[The POOH] Graham) had just been murdered before her very eyes in broad
daylight in the center of busy city traffic. Her clothes still held his
blood splatter as she sat patiently waiting for the opportunity to go home.
	From a distance stood several policemen (Captain McConnell, Cortez,
Jake Valentine, and Rodney Ellis), discussing the witness and the situation
regarding her return from obscurity...

"I thought Peaches was dead...?" said Cortez (having read reports of her
demise after a shootout between the FBI and drug dealers in the final
chapter of Precinct twenty-three).

"Her body was never discovered..." explained McConnell (well aware that
Peaches wasn't the one that perished in that shootout, --Mercedes did).

"So how did she end up back here in Philly..., and MARRIED to Whinny Graham
the drug king...?!" questioned Cortez.

"She legally had her sex changed to a woman while she was away faking her
own death to get away from Tempest Williams...!" informed McConnell. "As a
legalized woman, she's well within her rights to marry legally...!"

"And she never called to tell me that she was here...?" questioned Jake
aloud, talking more to himself than his co-workers.

"I'm sure she probably wanted to..." reasoned McConnell, knowing how close
Jake and Peaches were at the time of her disappearance. "...but she
probably had a lot going on at the time...! I wouldn't take it personally
if I were you Jake...!"

"So what now...?" asked Cortez, sympathetically.

"Take her statement...!" informed McConnell. "Try to be as sensitive as
possible..., she's just seen her husband's brains blown all over the front
seat of their car...!"

"Yes sir!" responded Cortez, heading back to his desk with a fresh cup of
coffee he had just gotten for the witness. McConnell pat Jake on the back
supportively before retreating back into his office, leaving Jake to watch
his ex-lover hand the Styrofoam cup to the witness.
	Divine took the cup into her trembling hands, then carefully tilted
it up to her lips...

"So..., who IS this Peaches anyway...? And what's she to YOU...?" asked
Ellis curiously, standing beside his partner.

"We go back to when I was a rookie..." explained Jake, never taking his
eyes off of Peaches and Maleece (Maleece in particular), having still held
feelings for him. "...she saved my life when my partner at the time and his
corrupt friends were trying to kill me...!"

"And she was a MAN at the time...?" asked Ellis, looking Divine over with
interest.

"A transvestite...!" corrected Jake, as Cortez took his seat behind his
desk.

 "Mrs Graham..., why don't you start slowly from the beginning and tell me
what you can remember about what happened to your husband ...?" he asked,
ready to take the woman's statement.

"My..." started Divine, recalling her most recent memory. "...my husband
had just had an argument with Tempest Williams...!"

"Tempest Williams...?" asked Maleece, signaling Jake over. Jake hesitated,
having had no interaction with Maleece since their breakup (chap-15). He
rushed over to the desk, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. "Tell
the Captain that Tempest Williams was spotted in West Philly just before
the shooting...! He's still in the city!"

"Okay!" said Jake, taking off.

"Go on, mrs Graham..., what happened next...?" asked Maleece, eager to hear
the rest of the story.

"He..., he had a cop with him..., one he wanted my husband to help him
defile sexually..." continued Divine, going off memory. Maleece's eyebrows
rose at the word `defile'. "...Pooh refused, saying that he drew the line
at killing cops...! Tempest threatened him, then drove off in a black
limousine...! Later we were driving through town and...and..., a car pulled
up beside us..., then started shooting!" she explained, emotionally. "I
ducked down in my seat..., then I hear Pooh scream as blood splattered
everywhere...! I looked up and saw his head break open, then saw bits
of..., of his brain hit the windshield...! It was horrible!" she finished,
shaking her head as she looked down towards the ground to avoid seeing the
image in her mind.

"I sure it was, mrs Graham..." said Maleece, supportively. "...but can you
tell me which way Tempest's limo went...? Did he tell your husband where he
planned on going...? Or what he intended to do with detective
Macnamara...?"

"N...no...!" said Divine, coming out of her fog. "Why are you asking me
about Tempest when my husband's killer is still out there...?!" she asked,
as if just waking up. "I'm sitting here covered in my husband's blood...,
and ALL you can ask me about is where is Tempest Williams...?! I don't give
a FUCK about Tempest Williams right now...! I want my husband's killer
found!" she yelled, hysterically.

"I understand mrs Graham...!" said Maleece, trying to keep her calm. "We're
doing everything we can to make that happen...! But I just need more
information...!"

"I'm GIVING you information...!" yelled Divine. "I TOLD you..., a CAR
pulled up beside me and my husband and started shooting! What does that
have to do with which way Tempest Williams'' limo went...?!"

"We're not entirely excluding the idea that Tempest Williams might've had
something to do with your husband's death...!" suggested Maleece, causing
Divine to double take.

"Tempest...?" she asked, as if the thought had never occurred to her.

"Well you said your husband and he argued..., then shortly thereafter he
was shot...!" explained Maleece.

"Yes..." said Divine, thinking..., "...but Tempest is on the run...! Why
would he risk being caught just to shot Pooh...?" she asked,
curiously. "What would he gain by it? Besides..., I don't think their
argument was THAT serious...!"

"Tempest is known to have a temper, mrs Graham..." reminded Maleece. "We're
looking into ALL possibilities...! Helping us to apprehend Tempest Williams
MAY help us find your husband's killer...!"


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

WEST PHILLY

	27 year old police detective Malik Jones lay alone in bed, closed
off from the rest of the world after learning the disturbing news that he
might be becoming a father. Having called in-sick, his stomach lay in knots
since 23 year old Fontella (a girl whose last name he didn't even know)
knocked at his front door and made the surprising announcement that she was
pregnant. She seemed certain beyond a shadow of a doubt of who the father
was since Marvin hadn't ejaculated inside her during their 3some, and she
hadn't been with anyone else in recent weeks. Marvin of course didn't
believe her, saying that he believed she was trying to trick them into
giving her money for a fake abortion, but Fontella informed them that she
had every intention of seeing her pregnancy through to full term.
	Marvin (sleeping on the sofa while still recovering from injuries
inflicted in chap-21) knew Malik blamed him for his current
predicament. Malik had always been careful about strapping on condoms with
every sexual encounter before getting involved with Marvin. Marvin
understood Malik's frustrations, and wished his injuries weren't such that
he could give Malik the comfort he needed and deserved. But the doctors
told Marvin no strenuous actions or movements during his time of healing,
leaving him physically drained on pain killers and with limited resources
to help cheer up his lover.

	Marvin lay resting on the couch with his favorite beverage, snacks,
and the cable remote by his side. To pass the time he watched every
televised football and basketball game on television, waiting for his body
to heal. Since leaving the hospital his mother had been over practically
every day, bringing him (and Malik) his favorite foods and pampering him
like a little boy. Today however she sent him a big pot of chicken soup by
way of his younger brother Tyrone, who used his mother's spare key to enter
Malik and Marvin's apartment.

"Hey..., is everyone decent in here...?" he asked as he peeked his head in
to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything.

"Yo bro...!" perked up Marvin, propped up on pillows as he waved his
brother in. "C'mon in here man...! It's good to see you!" he gleamed.

"Wussup...?" responded Tyrone, closing the door behind him. "Mom sent me
over with this pot of chicken soup...!" he added, giving it to his
brother. "She wants you to eat every bite!"

"Damn, that's wussup!" smiled Marvin, taking the pot as he lifted the lid
and took a big sniff. "Ain't nothin' inna world like mom's homemade chicken
soup!"

"I kno, rite!" smiled Tyrone, sitting on the edge of Malik's coffee table
as Marvin picked up a tablespoon and began eating the perfectly cooked
noodles, chucks of all white chicken, onions, red peppers, and mixed
vegetables straight out of the pot.

"Yo man..., take advantage of living at home for as long as you can..."
advised Marvin between bites. "...when yur on yur own, yur gonna miss perks
like these!"

"I'm gonna marry a bitch that can cook!" countered Tyrone, watching his
brother chow down.

"Ain't the same man...!" warned Marvin. "Malik can cook..., but it ain't
like mom's...!"

"I hear you!" said Tyrone, looking around the usually well kept
apartment. "Where IS Malik?" he asked curiously? Usually the two men were
inseparable.

"Sleepin'!" answered Marvin, nodding towards the bedroom. "We hadda lil
argument..., he's mad at me...!"

"Oh ok." chuckled Tyrone, not quite sure what to think about his brother's
live-in relationship.
	Marvin saw the question mark on Tyrone's face...

"What...?"

"Nothin'..." said Tyrone, deciding to mind his own business.

"Naw man..., if you got somethin' on yur mind, say it! I'm a big boi!"
stated Marvin, shoveling more soup into his mouth with every bite.

"Well..." started Tyrone, taking a deep breath. "...we've just been
wonderin' ever since Malik testified for you on trial and helped get you
outta jail on an early release, then even let you move rite in with him
afterwards..."

"Yeh...?"responded Marvin, anticipating the question.

"Well..., I guess we were all wonderin' what's up with yall
relationship...?" asked Tyrone. "I mean..., sometimes yall seem more
like..., you kno..., --boyfriends than just roommates!"

"Do that bother you...?" asked Marvin, curiously.

"No..." lied Tyrone, hesitating. "...well..., maybe...!" he corrected. "I
mean, with Jeff livin' with his boyfriend Randy..., I'm just beginnin' to
wonder if there's somethin' wrong with our family genes, is all...!"
(Jeffery Rollins [their youngest brother] and his lover Randy Richardson
are in the series Blacksub in the gay/interracial section of Nifty.org).
	Marvin laughed out loud...

"I ain't gay...!" he assured his brother. "I still fuck girls...! In fact,
that's one of the reasons why Malik's mad at me now!"

"Why...? He caught you fuckin' some hoe in his bed...?" inquired Ty.

"We did a 3sum awhile back..." informed Marvin.

"That's hot!" smiled Tyrone, having done his share of 3somes and gang bangs
with his buddies.

"Yeh..., except now the bitch's claimin' she's pregnant...!" informed
Marvin, setting the soup aside.

"Oh shit!" responded Ty, sympathetically.

"Rite!" said Marvin in agreement. "Now Malik's pissed at me for makin' em
do the 3sum!"

"Ain't like you held a gun to his head..." said Tyrone, suddenly thinking
it over as he looked his convicted brother over suspiciously. "...DID
you...?" he asked, curiously.

"No!" answered Marvin. "I just wanted to do somethin' to spice things up,
is all! Malik's one of the best things that ever happen to me...! I ain't
tryin' to lose him over some bitch!"

"So yall ARE a couple...?" questioned Tyrone, reading between the lines.

"We are what we are...!" compromised Marvin. "Ain't no title for what we
got! Ain't YOU ever hadda hommie you was closer to than you should be...? A
nigga that you wished was a girl cuz yall get along so well...? One that
yur dick gets confused over and stiffens whenever he comes around and you
don't kno why...?"
	Tyrone thought...

"Yeah..."

"That's how Malik makes me feel...!" admitted Marvin. "You don't kno our
history...! We go a loooong way back...!"

"I ain't tryin' to judge nobody..." reasoned Tyrone, throwing his hands up
defensively. "...especially after what DAD made us do to poor Jeffery...!"

"HA...!" laughed Marvin aloud, recalling how they all took turns butt
fucking their little brother after it became apparent that he was gay
(Blacksub 2nd series). "Was really a dumbass idea of dad's to try to butt
fuck the gayness outta a homo! What fag doesn't wanna be gang banged...?"

"Seriously!" agreed Tyrone. "That was the first time I ever fucked a
guy...!"

"But not the last, eh...?" suspected Marvin.

"Naw..." admitted Tyrone. "...in fact..., that's why I was out there that
day you got shot...! (chap-21) Me and my boi Kaleb was lookin' for a place
to fuck...!"

"So you doin' onna yur hommies too...?" asked Marvin.

"Yeah. He asked me to help pop his cherry after Kane threatened to take his
virginity after he was fucked over Kane's money...! So I..., helped him out
a few times...!"

"You mean you butt fucked that ass!" clarified Marvin.

"Yeah..., in the basement of one of the Roswell Projects!" recalled Tyrone.

"That's wussup!" chuckled Marvin, picturing his brother balls deep up some
young punk's ass. Tyrone noticed his brother's sudden change in facial
expression as his face darkened with worry. "I need you to do me a
favor..." said Marvin, somberly.

"Anything...!" said Tyrone without hesitation. "What is it...?" sensing it
was something major.
	Marvin leaned in close, his voice lowering as if about to confess a
secret...

"Malik's asleep in the other room..., I need you to go in there and make
him feel better for me!"

"Feel better...?" questioned Tyrone, unsure of what his brother was eluding
to? "Are you serious...?" he asked, surprised by the request.

"Definitely!' answered Marvin. "I'd do it myself, except I can't GIVE IT TO
HIM like he really likes it until my body heals...! If he got the fuck he
needs, it'll help us out a lot!"

"I dunno, Marv..." said Tyrone, skeptically. "...he'll kno it's not you...!
I don't have your muscles..."

"If you give it to him hard enough, he won't argue..., trust me!" assured
Marvin with a wink.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	After a brief encouragement, Tyrone slowly made his way across the
floor towards the bedroom. He took one last look back at his brother on the
sofa for certainty as Marvin nodded his head in agreement. Taking a deep
breath, Tyrone slowly twisted the doorknob and popped his head inside to
find Malik sleeping soundly in bed. Malik lay on his stomach, a thin sheet
covering his petite body as the shades were drawn to keep the room shrouded
in mid-afternoon darkness.
	Marvin watched from the sofa as Tyrone cautiously allowed himself
in then quietly closed the door behind him, his heartbeat a million miles a
minute as he approached the bed, listening to Malik's heavy breathing and
slight snore. He reached down, then started to pull the covers back to
slowly revealing Malik's naked form.

	Malik remained asleep as the covers came down off his supple round
ass. Tyrone licked his lips, then gently parted Malik's legs by the ankles
and climbed halfway up onto the bed. He ran his hands up the backs of
Malik's thighs, pulling apart his ass cheeks to reveal the hidden hole
hiding in-between the taut cheeks. Leaning forward, he began kissing
Malik's ass while he slept, timidly taking the initiative before giving
into lust and burying his whole face in his brother's boyfriend's ass.
	Malik stirred in his sleep, but kept on snoring as Tyrone attacked
his ass from behind. Using his hands to pry the cheeks apart as he wedged
his face up into the deep crack, he flickered his tongue over the sensitive
hole as he licked and sucked the moist orifice with growing passion. Not
really one to eat ass, he surprised himself by burying his tongue in the
officer's fresh backside. Malik started to come out of his dream state as
he pushed his ass back into Tyrone's face. He felt his dick starting to
grow hard beneath him as he ground himself against the mattress. "MMmmm..."
he groaned sleepily as he instinctively arched his back, enabling Tyrone's
tongue to go deeper. At first he thought he had been dreaming, but the
hardy sucking of his pouting anus told him that his roommate/lover had
snuck into the bedroom to make up (despite doctor's orders). Meanwhile
Tyrone ate Malik's ass with vigor, beginning to really enjoy it as he
drilled his taster in and out of the puckered hole. He couldn't get over
how delicious the officer's ass was, as if eating some exotic food for the
first time. He ate the officer's ass as he would a woman's pussy, sucking
and slobbering all over the tasty hole as the desire to fuck it started to
become overwhelming.

	He tore himself away from the ass after 10 minutes of uninterrupted
delicacy. He ripped open his jeans, shoving them down his slim muscular
thighs before climbing up atop the prone officer. He rested his erection
between the upturned cheeks, sliding his hardon up and down the spit wet
valley. Once his erection was bone hard, he aimed the head down to entrance
and eased in. Malik waited with bated breath as he dilated his asshole,
allowing the dick to pass safely inside as it sank in deeply. Tyrone bit
his lower lip to keep from groaning out loud as he sank in up to his balls.
	Feeling the difference in dick size and width, Malik knew instantly
knew that the dick inside him wasn't Marvin's. Alarmed, he lifted his torso
and turned his head to see who was fucking him? At first he didn't
recognize him as he began to protest, but Tyrone kept his dick rooted bone
deep as he explained who he was and what he was doing there...

"You're kidding, right...?" asked Malik upon hearing the story. "MARVIN
invited you to come in here and fuck me...??!"

"He thought it would make you feel better..." explained Tyrone, still
holding his erection inside. "His heart was in the rite place...!"

"I suppose..." sighed Malik, relaxing back into place as his body consented
to the fucking far before his mind had considered it.
	Tyrone took the cue and began grinding his pelvis into Malik's ass,
churning his dick around inside him as he awaited Malik's consent. Malik
moaned softly as the dick began to move inside him. His body melted as his
muscles relaxed and his legs spread, elevating his buttock for deeper
penetration. Tyrone resumed fucking, pulling and pushing back and forth as
he slowly started to fuck. He lay his chest gently against Malik's back,
lying on top of him as he began drilling his way through Malik's ass. Malik
liked the feeling of another man's dick moving through him, but missed
Marvin's mast as his brother tried to fill his shoes.

	Tyrone (having fucked far less asses than Marvin) started humping
into Malik's ass, using no real technique as he merely drilled his dick in
and out of the hole. He wrapped his arms about Malik's torso, then began
twisting and twinking his erect nipples. Malik groaned softly as he rested
his head back against Tyrone's shoulder. Tyrone nestled his face into the
crook of Malik's neck and began kissing and sucking. Malik's body began to
react as it started to become more sensitive to the touch. He reached back
with his hand and massaged Tyrone's scalp, rubbing the back of his
straining neck as Tyrone continued to suckle one spot. Soon the two men
were kissing, sharing and sucking each other's tongues as they breathed
deeply between smoldering smooches.
	Tyrone pulled Malik over onto their sides, fucking in spoon
position. This allowed him to keep fucking in and out of Malik's ass while
kissing and (now) stroking the officer's 7 and 1/2 inch erection. Malik
tilted his head backwards and sideways as they kissed, his legs open like
scissors as Tyrone's dick drilled in and out of him.

	From the open doorway Marvin peered through, watching the action in
secret. At first he spied only to make certain that things went as
planned. He had instructed his brother to fuck Malik roughly, giving him
the dominance his body craved. He was surprised to see instead a tenderness
in their fucking, as if the two were making love.
	Marvin suddenly felt uneasy watching his brother fuck his lover. He
could easily see Tyrone's 8 and 1/2 inch dick sliding through Malik's
spread buns. He watched them both sucking hotly at each other's mouths
while Tyrone reached down to manipulate Malik's erection, stroking it in
time with his own thrusts. Marvin was unexpectedly surprised by his own
uneasiness at watching Malik enjoy himself, --after all, it was HIS idea to
mate the two men.

	Malik (himself) was surprised that he was enjoying the obvious
difference in fuck styles between the brothers. Marvin was always so
dominate in bed, taking control and dictating every stroke. Tyrone however
was much more intuitive, using his hands and lips more as a caressing tool
than a weapon. While Marvin was a powerhouse, Tyrone was a lover, making
Malik feel more erotic than just a sex object.
	Malik loved how Tyrone kept his tongue buried in his mouth, the
spit slimy muscle searching his oral orifice like a searchlight as it
slithered between his lips with a life of its own. Marvin could see Malik's
chest starting to heave heavily as his orgasm approached. Tyrone sped up
his stroking hand as he kissed Malik harder. Malik groaned into Tyrone's
mouth as his dick started to throb, then suddenly began spewing white cream
all over Ty's hand, Malik's stomach, and the bed sheets. At that same
moment Marvin saw Tyrone take several deep stabs into Malik's backside,
then saw his body stiffen as he began dumping an intense orgasm deep inside
his lover's body. Malik withered back against Tyrone as he accepted the
load which bathed his insides like warm butter. Marvin could see Tyrone's
dick pulsating as it pumped his body full of ball juice. Marvin watched as
the two men continued kissing, basking in the afterglow, completely unaware
he was watching. Overcome with lust, rage, and frustration, Marvin burst
into the room, startling the young couple out of their wits.

"Hey Marv...?" called Tyrone, slightly frightened by his brother's
reaction.
	Malik also looked spooked as Marvin (using his crutches) hobbled
over to the bed, then roughly grabbed Malik's ankles and physically pulled
him apart from his brother. Tyrone's erection slipped from Malik's well
lubed ass as he was dragged down to the foot of the bed, then flipped over
onto his stomach. Marvin quickly reached into his pants and fished his own
erection. "Hey Marv..., what's wrong man...? You ASKED me to do thi...!"
said Tyrone, defending his actions...

	Marvin paid his brother no mind as he quickly freed his 10"
erection, then roughly thrust it up in Malik's ass with one shove. Malik
yelled out in brief pain as the fat hard dick stretched his anal walls to
the limit. He felt the dick suddenly wedged inside him, possessing his body
as sure as any spirit.
	Marvin grabbed Malik by the front of his neck, then hoisted his
torso up off the bed in midair. Malik's arms dangled out in front of him as
Marvin began fucking him from behind. "UGGHH...!! UGGHH...!! UGGHH...!!
UGGHH...!!" grunted Malik after every thrust into his ass. Tyrone watched
with concern as his brother (obviously disturbed by what he witnessed)
fucked his boyfriend with strong aggression. He could see the look of
panic, pain, fear, and lust on Malik's twisted face as he took Marvin's
dick over and over again. Marvin thrust into him through his own brother's
sperm, using it as a lubricant as he rammed Malik from the back with all
his might, each thrust exploding into Malik like a bomb as his entire body
jerked forth, causing his teeth to chatter. Poor Tyrone didn't know how to
react. If it weren't for the erection Malik was now sporting, he would have
sworn Marvin was trying to kill him!

	Marvin fought through the numbing pain medication and physical pain
he suffered to give Malik what he needed. Watching his own brother give his
boyfriend an orgasm from kissing, forced Marvin to remind Malik what he was
missing. He used every bit of energy his body could muster, knowing he
would feel the results of this pounding later when he would be popping pain
pills like aspirin. He slammed his pelvis into Malik's ass over four dozen
times before he felt his orgasm come on surprisingly (and thankfully)
quick. He rammed himself in with his last thrust, holding his pulsating
member deep in his lover's anal sheath as he began pumping him full of
cum. "AAARRRRGGHHHHHH...!!" was his reaction when he came, pulling Malik
back into him as he buried his dick and shot his load straight up into his
boyfriend's body.
	Malik panted breathlessly as he was held on Marvin's pulsating
erection with his anus. He could feel it pumping freely inside him, making
his innards sloppy with more sperm before Marvin's grip finally began to
loosen.

	Without saying a word, Marvin eased Malik back down onto the bed,
allowing his dick to slip free. Malik fell to the mattress panting for
breath as Marvin picked up his crutches and slowly turned around and headed
for the bedroom door. "What the fuck was THAT all about...?" asked Tyrone,
as Malik lay in bed feeling ravished...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

TEMPEST WILLIAMS...

	...owns several rundown and abandoned buildings in and around the
North Philly area. Wherever there's a Sheriff Sale or a home owner with a
desperate drug habit and a deed, Tempest is there to invest, boarding up
the properties to use as possible hideouts, drug houses or storage for
missing and stolen items. Most people would be amazed at how easy he came
about with his fortune, stealing his drug empire from his mentor after
causing his death. Tempest had a hand in every shady underworld scheme to
make money from selling street and pharmaceutical drugs on the streets, to
owning chop-shops and male prostitutes.
	His new hideout was a small warehouse on the backstreets of Filmore
Street, where a long row of unnoticeable warehouses stood collecting
dust. Most people drive by them every day on their way to work or school
and never pay the unassuming buildings much attention, but inside lay some
of Tempest's most prized and stolen possessions: ranging from Hummers and
SUV's to motorcycles, computers and electronic devices and equipment, and
even a small luxury boat he confiscated off of a man who owed him nearly 10
grand in a bad investments. Yes, Tempest had more money than most people
gave him credit for. Not bad for an uneducated orphan with no future (as
many had described him).

	Tempest's assistant (Brian Dunn) looked after all of Tempest's
affairs and finances. He was the brains behind the operations, trying to
make most of his investments legal. It was a tough job for the former
Mayor's assistant, but one that paid off in a big way when it came to
Tempest's gratitude.
	Dunn exited from the bathroom near the rear of the building,
dressed only in a terrycloth robe. Having just showered and freshened, he
paused briefly to see Philadelphia police detective (39 year old Scott
Macnamara) hanging limply by his shackled wrists from the ceiling, his
rubbery legs unable to support him as the curved under his hanging body
like limp noodles. "Hel...help me..., please..." whispered the white man,
his face black and blue with bruises and bite marks while a constant stream
of clotted semen dripped freely from his abused and swollen anus. Dunn
couldn't help but feel sorry for the white man who allowed his greed for
money to cloud his better judgment when he betrayed his partner (detective
Hightower) and freed Tempest Williams with the promise of a million
dollars. It wasn't that Tempest wasn't good for the cash, but Dunn believed
the officer should have known better than to believe a drug dealer who had
already escaped from prison once.

	Dunn felt his heart strings tug for a moment when he looked into
Macnamara's broken and beaten eyes. He was well aware of Macnamara's hetero
background, knowing that the Caucasian detective had never had sex with
another man before Tempest Williams inducted him into the gay world by
ramming his curved 9 and 1/2 inch black penis straight into his un-lubed
ass (as indicated in chap-26, pt-2). Dunn knew Tempest had plans for the
detective's ass, plans Macnamara would most likely not like. In some ways
he envied him, knowing he was soon about to get more dick in one session
than most gay men get in a decade. "Sorry detective..." he said, parting
ways as he slowly walked towards Tempest's bedroom area. "...better you
than me...!"
	Tempest lay back in bed watching television on a humongous flat
screen. The movie he picked featured the late police officer Douglas
Whitmen's widowed wife Crystal, shown getting gang banged (hood style) by
Tempest and a group of his drug thugs. Tempest still smiled to himself
whenever he viewed the disc, imagining Whitmen's reaction when he played
the disc to find his loving suburban wife getting mouth, ass, & cunt fucked
by no less than 8 big hard black African American dicks (as told in chap-8
of the original Precinct-23). Tempest watched as he and the others fucked
Crystal for hours, beating her pretty pink pussy so badly that the lips
swelled shut and bleed from too much rough abuse. All the while they fucked
her, they kept feeding her Sextasy, causing her to beg for more dick even
as her poor body began to break down from the continuous pounding. When
they finally left her alone, her tits were purple and red from sucking and
bite marks, and her vagina was swollen shut while her anus was torn to
shreds. Lord only knows how Whitmen fucked her after they finished
stretching her poor vagina out of shape.

	Macnamara heard the erotic moans coming from the TV, and turned
curiously to see what Tempest was watching. He recognized Crystal Whitmen
immediately, having worked with her husband for years on the same Force. He
had heard rumors of the video tape Whitmen found addressed to him by
Tempest Williams over 2 years ago, but he had never actually seen it. His
eyes widened when he saw the length of some of the dicks sliding through
her ass, mouth, and swollen cunt. He could easily tell which man was
Tempest when he saw the huge curved hooded black cock ram straight into her
cunt. He shuttered, recalling how Tempest's cock felt ramming into his own
asshole only 24 hours ago. He saw how the camera focused on Crystal
Whitmen, closing in on her angelic face and sucking lips as they wrapped
(willingly) around black cock after black cock. None of the men in the
video showed their faces, though it seemed evident who they were.
	Macnamara couldn't help wondering if this was HIS fate as well,
becoming a human piņata for Tempest's men?

	Brian Dunn walked into the bedroom area as Tempest's dick began to
awaken across his thigh. He loved watching the old movies he made of
himself butt fucking his whores, male prostitutes, his closest competitors,
rivals, police officers, spies, and political figures. In fact one of
Tempest's proudest possessions was the gang bang of Mayor Edwards, where he
single handedly caused the mayor his job by turning the video over to the
media. Edwards was forced to resign when he was unable to explain why he
was caught getting dicked down (hard) in a sling?
	Dunn opened his robe when he got to Tempest's bed, then allowed it
to fall silently to the floor as he climbed up onto the plush double king
sized mattress. He crawled up between Tempest's spread legs like a jungle
cat about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey (except here HE was the prey
and Tempest was the cat). Tempest paid Dunn little mind as he kept his eyes
glued to the screen. He watched from the corner of his eye as Dunn lowered
his head down between his legs and began nursing on his balls. Tempest
spread his legs wider, giving the servant plenty of room to tongue bath the
family jewels as he took one ball after the other into his mouth, gently
washing them with the warmth of his mouth.

	Macnamara tried not to watch as Dunn willingly sucked Tempest in
the near distance. He had a grand view of Dunn's mixed raced ass hiked high
in the air as he pressed his face down into his boss's ball sac. Macnamara
could see a definite dent in Dunn's anus which indicated his hole got much
use. He wondered if his own ass would resemble Dunn's by the time Tempest
was done torturing him? He certainly hoped not!
	Dunn suckled Tempest Balls for a full 5 minutes before spitting
them out and licking his way up the boss's shaft. He trailed his tongue up
the side of the column, painting it wet as his tongue acted as a
brush. When he got to the head, he licked away the tasty pre-cum which had
already started to gather. He loved the taste of Tempest's pre-cum, knowing
there were more in the heavy sac just waiting for the right moment to flood
his mouth with its rich abundance.

	Tempest chuckled at the screen when the first cock shot cum
straight across mrs Whitmen's face. She tried desperately to get the
cumming cock back between her lips as the cum painted streaks across his
facial cheek. Another cock quickly rammed into her mouth, stretching her
cheeks out obscenely as the head imprinted in her jaw.
	Dunn took that moment to envelope his lips around Tempest's dick
head, trapping it inside as he savored the flavor on his
taste-buds. Tempest made no indication that Dunn was even in the room as he
continued to watch TV. Dunn (an accomplished cocksucker) took a deep
breath, then swallowed Tempest's prick down to the root, twisting his head
so that the curve fit perfectly down into the bend of his neck. Tempest
paused for a moment to savor the feeling before he resumed watching the
show. He steeled his emotions as he once again ignored Dunn, focusing back
on the movie as the assistant churned his throat down around the thick
rooted shaft. After a few long strenuous moments, he pulled back, dragging
his pursed lips back up to the foreskin covered head. Peeling back the
bunched skin, he attacked Tempest's sensitive head with his tongue, sucking
away the pre-juice before swallowing the entire cock once more back down to
the hairy root.

	For nearly 20 minutes detective Macnamara alternated watching the
movie of his late co-worker's wife getting gang raped by sadistic drug
dealers, and watching the former mayor's assistant Brian Dunn swallow
Tempest's cock. He could see Dunn occasionally reaching up between his legs
to toy with his own anus, sticking his fingers in to open the greased
hole. Once done prepping the cock for fucking, Dunn pulled his mouth away
and turned his back to his boss as he aligned his asshole up to the curved
pillar, then swiftly sat down on it. Macnamara could see the look of total
ecstasy wash over Dunn's handsomely mixed facial features as he sat down
fully on Tempest's erection.
	Tempest sat quietly as he continued to watch TV, disconnected with
what was happening to his dick. Macnamara watched as Dunn rotated his ass
in Tempest's lap, moving the hardon around inside him. Once fitted, he
began lifting and lowering his ass, effectively fucking himself atop
Tempest's impressive manhood. Macnamara could see part of the shaft emerge
from under Dunn's modest balls, only to see it disappear back up inside
when Dunn lowered himself. For several minutes Tempest allowed this to go
on, letting Dunn dictate the pace as he fucked himself. It wasn't until 10
minutes later that Tempest grabbed Dunn's hips and began lowering him
faster into his lap. Dunn picked up the pace as indicated by his mater. He
rose up onto his feet in squat position as he bounced his ass up and down
the hardon. The dick appeared and disappeared with every upward/downward
motion, lodging deep in Dunn's curved rectum as it passed into his well
trained bowels.

	At some point Tempest began to take control when he pulled Dunn
back on top of him, forcing the assistant to lay with his back prone
against his chest. Bending his legs at the knees, Tempest was able to
thrust up into Dunn's basket like buttock, poking his rigid wood straight
up through him. Dunn moaned aloud in pleasure as he ground his ass back
against the dick, meeting it thrust for thrust. It was then that Tempest
rolled him over onto his stomach, then began butt fucking the sub-servant
from above. Dunn merely spread his legs wider to give Tempest all the depth
he needed as the head drug lord rode him like a stable horse.
	In and out thrust Tempest, driving his thick curved dick well into
Dunn's totally accepting ass. Macnamara was amazed at how easily Dunn took
Tempest's prize cock, never once flinching as he seemed to honestly enjoy
the anal abuse. Macnamara couldn't help getting slightly aroused as his
cock (which had been completely limp during his entire ordeal) began to
rise to full erection. He blamed his aroused state on the video, talking
himself into believing that his erection was for Crystal Whitmen and not
the two men fucking before him.

	Tempest rammed himself in and out of Dunn's ass. Lifting his body
up over his subordinate (in push-up position), he began pounding into the
servant with deep penetrating strokes, causing Dunn to cum prematurely
against the bedspread.
	Tempest felt Dunn's well lubed anus flex and grip his plunging
manhood, sucking his hard shaft like a desperate set of lips as he
continued fucking the hole before him. Dunn screamed into the pillows with
delight as Tempest butt fucked him straight through his intense orgasm for
another 8 minutes before he finally came up his ass with the mighty roar of
a mountain lion.

	Macnamara watched with fascination as Tempest rammed his cock in
deep, then came as his huge hairy balls churned and contracted in their
velvety sac. He could see Tempest pressing in deeper, depositing every
ounce of his load into the packed bowels. When he was finished, he rolled
off of Dunn's back and rested as Dunn leaned over and cleaned his dick with
his mouth, sucking away all cum deposits as he savored the flavor of
Tempest's nut.

"Yur next...!" smiled the drug lord, looking over at a frightened Macnamara
as he hung his head in shame, having cum from merely watching the show...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-5<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

SOUTH PHILLY

	34 year old Winston Sinclair (aka Kane) was glad to be home after a
brief stint in jail. He walked through his empty apartment (empty after his
girlfriend left him after finding him balls deep in another man's ass
[chap-13, pt-5]), enjoying all the comforts of home.
	He looked out over the balcony of his 10th story apartment in the
Roswell Apartments Complex, and looked out over the city. While he did
(occasionally) miss the pitter-patter of his children's tiny feet, he found
the lack of daily fatherly responsibility liberating. Since his family's
departure, Kane had found his ambition to become South Philly's biggest
drug boss more appealing than being a good father to his offspring. He knew
he would be better able to focus on the tasks at hand if he didn't have a
family to worry about back home.
	With a relaxing drink in hand, he toasted to his new found
liberation, as well as his future. Pooh had promised him great things in
the coming months what with Tempest Williams out of the way, and he was
ready to start reeking some of the benefits that come with selling one's
soul to the devil. Needing to relieve himself, Kane sat his drink on the
railing, then unzipped and fished his penis from his pants and began peeing
over the balcony. He didn't care if the rancid spray hit anyone, in fact,
he thought it would be funny if it did.
	He had just finished his piss and was tucking his dick back into
his pants when he suddenly heard a knock at the front door. Taking his
drink with him, he sauntered back into the apartment and casually crossed
the room, fully expecting to see his girlfriend with kids and bags in hand,
begging to come back. Kane wasn't sure how he felt about losing his freedom
again, but the thought of nightly sex caused his dick to stiffen in his
pants as he opened the door...

"Money...!" he called out in surprise, having expected him to be the LAST
person knocking in his door after their last meeting...

"Kane..." said the future father as he looked down at Kane's tented
erection. "...we need to talk...!"


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