Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2010 21:51:35 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II-40

[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-40
Title: THE FINAL CONCLUSION

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

NORTH PHILLY

	Night falls over the city of brotherly love as the Lincoln Town Car
of Tempest Williams pulls up to the designated location Divine Graham
provided for Tempest's assistant. Brian Dunn sat in the backseat with his
boss/master, while the driver pulled into an available parking
spot. Tempest had his pants down, his hard 9 and 1/2 inch curved dick down
his assistant's throat as Dunn bobbed his head up and down obediently in
his lap. He'd been sucking his master's dick since they left Tempest's
warehouse hideout (his home away from home since being raided by police in
chap-18). Dunn (an old hack at giving head) sucked his boss's dick with
long deep strokes, taking his curved rod down into the bend of his throat
with nearly every downward plunge of his mouth. Tempest lay with his head
resting against the backseat, his knees spread wide apart as he watched his
trusted assistant bob and suck for his meal.
	Tempest knew Dunn's history of servitude, sucking dick at a young
age to fit in with the mostly white community he grew up in, then later in
college for his fraternity. Dunn had spent most of his professional career
on his knees, getting face and ass fucked by his superiors for a lucrative
salary. But he chucked it all aside the day he went to work for Tempest,
choosing the gangster's thug masculinity and big dick over his political
career. Many might say that was a dumb move on the ambitious assistant's
part, but Dunn hasn't ever been more happy than when he was between his
master's legs, servicing his mighty weapon.

	Tempest knew a good thing when he had it. He'd had some good head
by some of the best she-males in the game: Peaches, Mercedes, Luscious,
Shinobi, etc, --but none had the devotion that Brian Dunn had. The 32 year
old biracial born political major had an uncanny knack for worshipping dick
that not many people (gay or female) possessed. There was little to nothing
he wouldn't do for a nut, and had spent untold hours draining Tempest's
snake of its precious venom. Tempest tilted his head to the side to watch
Dunn fest on his pole. He watched the light skin half breed swallow his big
black dick down to the root, grinding his own face in the thug's pubic bush
before bobbing his head frantically for his next nut.
	Tempest allowed Dunn to suck at his own pace since they left the
warehouse, but now that they were at their destination, he needed to bust
off quickly so he could attend to business. He grabbed the back of Dunn's
head, then started to roughly fuck his face, jamming his big dick down his
throat at his own accord.

	Brian Dunn loved getting face fucked. Ever since he was a kid, he
loved it when the neighborhood boys (and their fathers) would hold his head
in place and fuck their hard dicks down his throat, making him choke on
their hot loads.
	Dunn merely kept his mouth stretched wide as Tempest fucked up into
his face, lifting his ass up off the seat to get good depth. The driver
watched in the rearview mirror, jacking himself off at the sight of
Tempest's dark dick sliding down Dunn's light skin throat. Before he was
even ready, he shot unexpected all over his hand and shirt, ruining it. But
while he reached for a few tissues to clean up his mess, he caught sight of
Tempest taking Dunn's head in both hands like a basketball, fucking up into
his mouth and throat as if he were trying to climb straight through
him. Big gobs of thick spit escaped Dunn's mouth, drooling onto the carpet
floor as Tempest turned them both onto their sides and really let Dunn have
it. Dunn was powerless to stop his master from using his mouth and throat
as he saw fit. Tempest slammed his balls into the side of his face with
every thrust, hammering his throat. Then with a loud triumphant yell, he
came thick gushes of ball busting cream straight into Dunn's belly.

	Dunn felt Tempest's cum gushing down the back of his throat,
pouring directly into his stomach as Tempest fell back exhausted against
the leather interior. Dunn followed him, refusing to give up the still
spurting dick as he captured every precious drop of the drug dealer's bull
juice.
	Tempest sat back and composed himself, catching his breath as Dunn
nursed his shrinking pipe and swallowed his cum.

"Where the fuck'r we...?" he asked, looking out the side window at the
burnt out shell of a home beside them.

"I don't know..." said Dunn, pulling back after draining the
snake. "...it's the address Peaches gave me...!" he concluded, using his
handkerchief to wipe the drool from his flushed face. Tempest smirked to
himself as he pulled up his boxers and pants, tucking his wet dick back in
its home before venturing outside of the car.
	A seriousness crossed his mean looking face as he began to
recognize the condemned hole in the wall. Heading up the front steps, anger
began to fill his soul as memories of his past came back to mind...

"Do you recognize it...?" asked Dunn, getting out of the car behind
him. "Why would Peaches want to meet here...? What WAS this place...?" he
wondered in disgust, looking around the badly burnt home and wondering what
its significance was?
	Tempest looked down at the spot where Brickhouse's body once lay...

"I must say, Tempest..., I really LOVE what you've done to the place!" said
the voice of Divine Graham, the Blackwidow (better known as Peaches to
Tempest), as she stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. Tempest
spun around, drawing a gun he had hidden inside his long leather trench
coat, and pointed it up to Divine's head.
	Dunn jumped in total shock, unaware that Tempest would be armed as
he wanted no parts of a murder...

"Wuss the deal, Peaches...? What'r we doin' HERE of all places...??"
questioned Tempest, still holding the gun.

"I thought it might be fun to go back down memory lane...!" smiled Divine,
all decked out in her womanly attire. "You DO recognize the place, don't
you Tempest...? It's the place YOU grew up! Where your grandma, --god rest
her soul, once raised the devil's spawn!"
	Dunn looked around in surprise..., not too impressed with the
dwelling.

"I guess all this's supposed to have a purpose, rite...?" asked Tempest,
slowly lowering the gun once he realized Divine was alone. "Am I supposed
to have a sudden breakdown...? Realize I'm not the man my dead gran'ma
would approve of...?" he asked, sarcastically. "Let me tell you somethin'
babee..., IF my gran'ma was still alive, she's be proud of me and what I've
become..., comin' from nowhere with nothin'...!"

"I doubt your church going grandmom would approve of her only grandchild
killing people and selling poison to children!" countered Divine,
bluntly. "I know you had a harsh upbringing..., but I even YOUR grandmother
couldn't be that foul!"
	Tempest's fingers tightened about his gun...

"THIS is how you bury the hatchet...?" he asked, curiously. "You bring me
out here to my old house to talk shyt to me...?"

"I thought it would be fun to relive how it all started for you...!"
suggested Divine, stepping further out into the center of the room. "The
place where your bitch of a mother gave birth to Satan's baby!"
	Tempest had fury in his eyes when he quickly reached out and back
slapped Divine square across the face, nearly knocking her to the ground
with one blow.
	But to Tempest's amazement, instead of breaking down and cowering
in a corner like most of his she-male Stable Girls, Divine laughed,
furthering his fury...

"HAHAHAHA..." she chuckled, blood staining her teeth red. "...you're SO
fucking predictable..." she muttered aloud. "...you're pathetic!"

"You WANT to test me...?!" yelled Tempest, grabbing Divine by the back of
the neck as he put the barrel of his gun up to her temple. Dunn jumped back
in sheer terror, fearing for Divine's safety and Tempest's sanity. "Why do
you test me all the time...?! After all these years, don't you kno' WHO I
am by now...?? I ain't one'a those niggas you play with! I'll fuckin' KILL
YOU and step ova yur corpse like you ain't ever exist...!"
	Divine felt her heart beat quicken as the hard barrel touched her
skull...

"So..., DO IT!" she said, years of fear and frustration finally coming to
an end.
	Tempest hesitated, not sure he heard correctly. "DO IT!" she
repeated, her head facing the floor.
	Tempest grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking it backwards to see
her defying face.

"Nawww..." he said, staring her into her eyes. "...if I shoot you, it'll be
in the face..., so I can see your eyes when I do it!" he threatened coldly,
shoving the gun in her face.
	Tempest had expected to see her to grovel and beg for her life,
much like she did the last time he threatened to kill her (chap-6, pt-4),
but Divine wasn't the same woman she was back then...

"DO IT you pansy ass piece of shit!" she snapped, losing all sense of fear
through her defiance. "You've been threatening to kill me for 10 years...,
DO IT!!!"
	Tempest shoved her away..., not sure what he wanted to do with her.

	The two stalemated for a moment, as Tempest stared wondrously at
the transsexual looking back at him. They shared a long history together
(see the 2 part series simply called: PEACHES, in the transgender stories
section of my Prolific Author's listing), with Divine (known as Peaches
back then) acting as his very first girlfriend/prostitute.
	Peaches had been through a lot since those early days: losing her
father to a lengthy prison sentence, her mother to a drug overdose, her
brothers to gang violence, becoming a boy prostitute in the footsteps of
her mother, doing drugs, faking her own death to escape Tempest, having a
sex change, getting married, losing her newlywed husband in a senseless
drive-by shooting..., was there any wonder why she seemed so cold?
	She stared at Tempest with hatred growing in her veins like a
cancer. HOW she had long since Hated Tempest, loathing him and his
temper. For promising her the world at 18, then snatching it away as soon
as he made it big, --leaving her to fend for herself as one of his mere
Stable Girls after ALL the years she put into helping him build his power!
	Tempest could see the loathing in her eyes (perhaps for the first
time), as they circled each other like preying cats, and he knew in that
instant that she would NEVER come back to him willingly, that it would have
to be over her dead body...


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

UNIVERSITY OF PENN

	The ambulance rushed a pregnant 34 year old Dedra Wright into the
hospital's emergency unit, --her 23 year old husband DeWayne Wright
(D-Money to most) drive up on the sidewalk outside the hospital (cutting
off pedestrians in his path), as he ran into emergency to be by her
side. Security tried to block his path, only to receive a sound beating as
Money made his way to his woman's side...
	Doctor's cut away Dedra's sleeve to see where the bleeding was
coming from. She was awake and coherent as they removed the temporary
dressing paramedics had given her, and immediately began washing away the
blood to see the wound.

"She's pregnant!" announced one of the medics upon arrival, prompting
doctors to rush her into maternity for an emergency scan to see if the baby
was compromised.

"How is she...?" asked Money, watching as a team of doctors and nurses
worked on her (as well as other victims from the shooting). "Is she gonna
be aiight...?" he asked as the staff ignored him and continued to work
under pressure, shouting out orders, directions, and procedures. "Where the
fuck'r yall takin `er...?!" he yelled as they rushed her through the double
doors towards maternity.
	One of the doctors hesitated as he lingered behind with the irate
husband...

"uh..., it looks like your wife will be fine, mister...?"

"Money!" said D-Money, as the young Resident walked up to talk to him.

"...mister, uh..., Money...!" corrected the doctor. "It looks like the
wound to her arm is not life threatening..., however with her pregnancy, we
just want to scan her to make sure the baby wasn't compromised in the fall
in any way...! Once it's been determined that the fetus is fine, we'll go
in and remove the bullet in her shoulder! Okay?"

"Yeah..., --aiight..." said Money, thinking about how close he came to
losing everything.
	How did Tempest know where they would be? Divine hadn't had any
real contact with him since Pooh's death, and none of her Syndicate members
would have turned on here like that, most were still loyal to Pooh...
	Then it suddenly hit him...
	The staffing looked on in wonder as he quickly ran out of the unit
(leaving his wife and unborn child behind), heading back to his car where
security was about to ticket him a citation...


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

WEST PHILLY

	Malik stood in the hallway of his apartment building for a few
minutes, replaying the entire scene over in his head with Marvin's brother
Tyrone (chap-39, pt-2) before slowly ascending the stairs to his apt on the
second floor. Tyrone had made some strong arguments that Malik felt he
couldn't ignore. Indeed he did feel SOMETHING for Marvin's brother during
the 3way the two where the two brothers shared him (chap-28, pts-2 & 3),
but Malik wasn't sure what? He HAD been more attentive to his needs, making
love as opposed to Marvin's nightly ravishings. Tyrone stated he could
offer something that his brother couldn't..., --his heart! That was the one
thing Malik always wondered about his relationship with Marvin. Sure there
was passion and lust, but was there real love? Could their relationship
last once the passion was out?
	Malik fumbled through his keys as he opened the door to find Marvin
working out on his weight bench in the living room, --pressing through his
injuries to bench press a mere 250 lbs of weight. Malik quietly closed the
door as he watched Marvin workout, his muscled torso perspiring a fine
sheen of sweat as his stomach muscles crunched with every lift. How did
Marvin show his affection? It certainly wasn't through words. Was it
through his actions?

	Malik placed his keys and gun on a nearby table as he removed his
jacket. Marvin was listening to headphone and hadn't heard him enter
yet. He pumped iron like it was a job, toning his body and adding
muscle. Marvin had done everything Malik had asked of him; staying away
from selling drugs, finding a legitimate minimum wage paying job to prove
he wanted to be with him, coming home every night with very little incident
of fidelity. Surely THAT showed (as much as a man like Marvin CAN show)
that he loved him, even if it wasn't said often?
	Malik couldn't help recalling the `Private Party' he threw for
Marvin back in the penitentiary when Marvin was a convict and he was a
prison guard (chap-34, pt-3 of The HOLE), surprising the inmate with a
birthday cake in solitary confinement. Marvin had genuinely been surprised
and appreciative. They made love all night, so much so that Malik's body
was sore for days after. Their passion even broke the bed in Marvin's
cell. Surely passion like that didn't go without deep rooted feelings? Love
was more than a mere word, --it was action, emotion, feeling..., everything
Malik had in his man.

	Malik watched Marvin's glistening muscles stretch and pop with
every lift, and began slowly undressing on the spot, --removing his shirt,
t-shirt, shoes, pants, etc. Marvin was in mid lift when he suddenly looked
up and saw Malik undressing in the living room. He placed the weights on
the bar-rest, then lifted his head to peer down over his puffed
chest. "Wussup, babe...?" he smiled, pulling the IPod earphones from his
ears.
	Malik said nothing as he simply walked over, then reached down and
began pulling down Marvin's workout shorts. Marvin snickered to himself as
Malik struggled to pull the shorts off around his gigantic sneakers. After
successfully tossing them on the floor, Malik reached for Marvin's fat
growing dick. "Hello to YOU too...!" joked Marvin, not angry at all. "I
assume you hadda bad day...?" he asked as Malik ignored his attempts to
make small talk, and leaned down and took his dick into his mouth. Marvin
fought back a groan, not wanting to appear weak as his boyfriend's warm
mouth enveloped him in wet warmth.

	Malik sucked slowly and intuitively as Marvin's dick fattened and
grew in his mouth, quickly reaching its staggering 10 rock solid
inches. Marvin smiled as he watched his roommate polishing his knob,
coating the entire shaft in spit before reaching for a bottle of anal
lubricant which sat conveniently beside the sofa within reach. After lubing
Marvin's totem pole, Malik stood up and lubed his own asshole, sticking 2,
then 3 fingers into his man-cunt, stretching the sphincter muscles for the
fucking he anticipated.
	Straddling Marvin's waist, Malik aligned the bodybuilder's manhood
up with his anus, then pressed back on it, feeling the huge head penetrate
his anal ring. "Correction..." stated Marvin, "...I see you've hadda real
SHITTY day...!" he corrected, as Malik ease all the way down on his pole.

"uhhhhh...!" groaned Malik as the fat dick stretched his anus and sank
through his rectal interior. Sitting upright (paralyzed), Malik closed his
eyes as he allowed his body several minutes to adjust to the sudden
intrusion. Marvin waited patiently for his anus to relax and loosen. He
could feel the tight gripping manhole snapping around his dick base,
squeezing his shaft as it flexed and throbbed around his embedded prod like
a clinching fist.
	Malik titled his head back, reveling in the erotic pain shooting
through his body as Marvin casually reached up and began tweaking his
nipples. It took some doing, but Malik was able to relax after impelling
himself on his lover's enormous phallus. When Malik was ready, he began
riding Marvin's rod cautiously, lifting and lowering his ass up and down on
his ass stretcher. Marvin had no idea what was going on in Malik's head. He
merely watched his boyfriend bounce on his dick, taking his thick monster
into his body as if wanting to punish himself for something he did. He
studied Malik's pained facial expressions, noting the tense looks behind
the scrunches. Having known Malik for so long, he knew when something was
bothering him. Malik would always collapse into his shell (his defense
mechanism), keeping the world at bay and people out of his heart. Marvin
understood Malik's need to disassociate, as he too often did the same by
masking his emotions into a rough fuck session.

	Marvin allowed Malik to fuck himself as like he wanted (not knowing
the day Malik had), letting him slide his asshole up and down his hard pole
at his own leisure, waiting for him to loosen up enough for him to take
charge.
	Malik rode Marvin's dick for at least 15 minutes, impaling his own
ass on the upright pillar with gradually increasing speed and depth. Once
Marvin felt Malik's hole swallowing him up effortlessly, he picked the
petite officer up and spun him around until Malik was now lying on his back
on the sweaty bench. Marvin pushed Malik's legs up until his toes were
wrapped around the weights bar for support, helping to keep his body
doubled in half with his ass exposed. In this position Marvin had complete
access to Malik's innards without interference from his fat round butt
cheeks getting in the way. He could drive his dick in as deep and roughly
as he wanted, with very little opposition. He re-aimed his dick back up to
the open hole, then rammed himself inside to the hilt. Malik threw back his
head and wailed like a woman giving birth, as the dick punched into his
aching gut. Grabbing the bar with his hands, Malik steadied himself for
what he hoped would be the grudge fuck to end all grudge fucks.

	Marvin (still healing from his gunshot wounds) pumped his hips back
and forth as he fucked Malik's ass for him, driving his thick dick in and
out of his lubed hole. Marvin watched his dick stretch Malik's anus wide,
digging deep into his body with every inward thrust. He loved the way
Malik's asshole clung to his dick, as if specially made for him and him
alone. He leaned in over him, his lustful gaze roaming up the shorter man's
petite body until it rested on his face. Malik's eyes were still closed,
still zoned out in another world. Marvin took that opportunity to increase
the pace, digging deeper and ramming harder to wake up his sleeping
partner.
	Malik felt the dick punching through him harder, causing him to
moan and grunt louder. His body accepted the deep penetrating stabs as
Marvin slapped his pelvic bone into his ass with every stroke. At some
point Malik's eyes opened, but they weren't looking at his lover. Marvin
saw the clueless gaze as Malik stared off into space, his body being
pummeled as the entire bench rocked from the force of Marvin's
thrusts. Marvin pounded into Malik's soft accepting anus, the entire length
of his fat brown dick driving up to his hairy balls with every forceful
plunge. Malik found himself in ecstasy, his mind finally forgetting the
troubles of the day as his body took on a euphoric pleasure. His hardened
dick began oozing pre-cum, soaking his stomach muscles as his body prepared
to ejaculate.

	Marvin saw Malik's softened expressions, and knew he had been taken
to greater heights. Not stopping, he continued pounding, using the same
technique as he hammered into Malik with all the strength his healing body
could muster. Malik's anus took the beating, becoming a soft wet juicy
orifice in which Marvin could plunder with very little resistance,
--punching the entire length of his dick from the fat dripping head to his
full furry balls. Malik's body jerked with each inward thrust, rocking back
and forth along the bench as Marvin's firm hips bang into him with the
strength of an ox. Even in his recuperative state Marvin was a force to be
reckoned with, plunging his dick over and over, using Malik's ass as a
dipping post as it jacked him off to the point of a roaring climax.
	Malik was the first to cum as his head moved back and forth in a
fury. Marvin barely recognized any of the sounds coming out of his throat
as Malik's dick suddenly stiffened, then started hosing heaps of white
cocktail sauce all over his panting stomach and heaving chest. Malik gasped
aloud as his climax hit like the fall from a mountain. He could practically
feel his body free falling through space as his eyes rolled up in their
sockets like a classic possession, drenching his body in his own essence.

	Marvin saw Malik's extraordinary climax and continued riding him
straight through. He could feel Malik's loosened anus flexing wildly about
his plunging shaft, sucking him off as he continued to fuck for another 5
solid minutes, pounding his backdoor and picking up speed as he rammed his
pulsating rod balls deep in his lover's buttered guts and began hosing his
innards with a copious load of his scolding cum.
	Marvin squirmed atop Malik as he filled him full of his potent
juice, flooding his bowels with his reproductive sperm. Malik could
actually feel the gush of warm cum filling his rectum as Marvin leaned in
over him with his sweaty body. Malik wrapped his arms about Marvin's back,
hugging him closely as thoughts of Tyrone's haunting kiss began to seep
back into his mind...


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

FRANKLIN INSTITUTE

	23 year old Jake Valentine lay naked on a stone slab (in doggy
position) in one of the Institute's largest viewing rooms, his gorgeous
athletic jock body plastered with the cum splatters of dozens of men as his
mind seized to the addictive powers of the street drug Sextasy. Many cocks
had pummeled his drug induced body tonight while being held captive against
his will, but the last one belonged to none other than Precinct-23's newly
appointed captain, --Timothy Bradley, as he held a large hunter's knife up
to Jake's throat after having just cum inside the sacrificial lamb,
baptizing his body in semen for the most high!
	Maleece Cortez (Jake's lover for the past 2 years or so) struggled
against his captors as they held him by the arms, pointing a gun into his
ribs while forcing him to watch Jake's demise. Tim began reciting the rite
of passage (the formal sacrificial passage given in praise to the devil),
as he offered Jake to the most high! Maleece knew he had only a small
window of opportunity here if he was to save Jake from the Illuminati.
	He felt one of the guards press his weapon into his ribs, demanding
his surrender. Maleece felt his adrenaline peak as he yanked his arm from
the second guard, punching the first one in the face while snatching his
gun. With a quick whip around, he pistol whipped the second guard, then
immediately aimed the gun up at the Captain...

"Let him go!!" insisted Maleece, aiming directly at his head.
	Tim Bradley hesitated, alternating looks between Maleece and his
father, the Commissioner...

"Kill him!" yelled the Comish.
	Tim's hand trembled as Maleece cocked the gun in his direction...

"Kill him!" insisted the Commissioner. "The Most High will protect you!"
	Maleece watched as the Precinct-23 police captain began the motion
to slice the blade across Jake's exposed neck. Maleece only had a second to
react, and wasted no time squeezing off the trigger. The entire scene
seemed to happen in slow motion as Tim Bradley's hand began making the
slice, just as the bullet pierced his brain, causing his head to snap back
unexpectedly as a red spray of liquid chunks exploded from the back of his
skull.
	Commissioner Bradley watched in horror as his son fell backwards
(dead) off the platform, losing hold of the knife and Jake's head as his
body fell into a large torch statue, toppling it over and causing a small
fire to spread among the drapery.
	Jake fell forward on his face as Maleece began the daunting task of
running towards him through a crown of opposition...

"Get him..., he can't kill us all!" screamed the Commissioner, inciting a
mad dash as hands grabbed at Maleece from every direction, trying to stop
and hold him from ending the ritual sacrifice. But Maleece fought with the
force and bravery of a soldier, punching, hitting, kicking, beating, and
shooting his way through the horde of Satan worshippers until he had them
running for safety. Commissioner Bradley's body lay in a heap as one of the
casualties, clutching his bleeding chest as the fire quickly
spread. Abandoning the mad officer with the gun, members of the Illuminati
grabbed up bundles of clothes and ran for the nearest exits, leaving their
helpless brethren to fend for themselves as the room began to fill with
thick smoke.
	Maleece climbed up onto the stone slab, finding Jake's motionless
body. He reached down and gently rolled his lover back towards him,
checking to see if he was still alive. Besides a slight knick (a paper like
cut) to his throat, he was fine but still delirious on drugs. Maleece
smiled to himself as he pulled Jake down off the table as everyone
scattered in different directions, trying to save their own skins. As the
fire quickly grew in intensity, Maleece managed to grab a large drape down
off a display and wrap Jake up in it safely before dragging him out a back
exit towards safety.
	Once outside, he found a private doorway (along the side of the
building) where he placed Jake temporarily until he got their barrings.

"Jake..., you alright...? You okay...?" asked Maleece, slapping him on the
facial cheek to wake him up. Jake was slow to respond (given the amount of
drugs in his system it was a wonder he wasn't comatose). "I'm sorry..."
said the detective, feeling a great deal of remorse for turning his back on
Jake when clearly he needed him most. "...I'm so sorry...!" he cried,
taking a moment to compose himself...

"As well you should be!" yelled Chad Bradley, holding a gun on both Jake
and Maleece (as he stood naked in the street).
	Maleece looked up in surprise as his former lover held his and his
boyfriend's lives in the balance. "You ruined everything!" ranted Chad,
covered in cum and soot. "I thought you would understand! I thought you
would appreciate the power I was about to offer you! But you had to go and
ruin it...! And all for HIM!"

"It's over, Chad..., let it go...!" advised Maleece, shielding Jake's body
with his own.

"It's not over until I say it's over...!" screamed Chad, like a spoiled
child.
	Maleece cradled Jake tighter in his arms (believing the end was
near), when suddenly a red fire engine roared around the corner, it's
emergency lights flashing like holiday bulbs. Chad looked to the right just
as the truck skid on its break, the words `ENGINE 101' the last thing he
saw is it plowed directly into him.
	Maleece closed his eyes as poor Chad's body practically splattered
across the engine front. The bright red truck came to a halt with his
mangled body trapped beneath its wheels. The men of Fire Station 101
climbed down off their truck, only to find the naked victim lying in
pieces.

"Shit man..., I didn't SEE him until it was too late...!" said the driver
of the lead truck, scratching his head in wonder.

"It's alright, Bob..., you couldn't've avoided him...!" assured his
captain, --William Moss (see Police, Fire & Rescue in the Prolific Author's
section).
	Maleece opened his eyes to see the firefighters gathering around
Chad's body. "Hey..., doesn't that guy look familiar...?"

"Mal...?" whispered Jake, catching Maleece's attention as he looked down at
him in tears.

"Hey buddy..." smiled Mal, still holding Jake protectively in his
arms. "...you're okay man..., you're gonna be fine...! As soon as we get
you in a nice rehab...!"
	Jake relaxed once he realized he was in no danger. Maleece leaned
down and kissed him gently about the brow, causing Jake to lift his head as
their lips met.

"HEY..., OVER HERE..." yelled one of the younger firefighter (Lucky),
spotting the two men in the corner. "...looks like we got...some
survivors...!" he said, realizing he was disturbing a tender moment...


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

NORTH PHILLY

	32 year old former Mayor's Assistant Brian Dunn, looked on in fear
as Tempest Williams had a showdown with his former lover
Divine/Peaches. Peaches had been the love of Tempest's life at one point,
but oh how the years have changed as he was currently strangling her by the
throat, trying to choke the living life out of her with his bare hands.
	Tempest believed in his heart of heart (as cold and shallow as it
might be) that he actually loved Peaches. He fed her, clothed her, gave her
beautiful things, housed her, bathed her, fucked her, and loved her, only
to have her betray him by faking her own death and stealing one hundred
thousand dollars of his hard earned drug money to have a sex change in
Miami Florida. Peaches had made a new life for herself by becoming known as
The Lady Divine, a show stopping damsel at an all male drag show. No one
knew she was now a lady, believing she was truly a man in drag. She played
the part to a T, much like she did when she pretended to be in love with
Tempest. No one knew that the woman pretending to be a man pretending to be
a woman, was really a woman in drag disguise, singing and dancing her heart
out for fame and fortune.
	And she was quite successful too, doing several shows a night with
many regulars who lusted after him/her. That is, until Tempest Williams
walked into her show one night and destroyed everything (chap-2).

	Tempest tightened his hands around Divine's neck, cutting off her
air supple as she fell to her knees. Scratching at his hands with her
manicured nails, Divine fought back for every breath as she became light
headed from the lack of oxygen.
	Tempest stared directly into her eyes as she began to lose focus,
wanting his face to be the very last thing she saw before her inevitable
death.

	Divine fought to the last breath as Tempest lay her out on the
debris littering the ground. He held onto her throat tightly until her face
ran flush, her eyes bulged, and her tongue turned blue. Only then when he
was sure she was no longer alive, did he finally remove his hands from her
person.
	Standing over her, he looked down at her with no remorse. The
she/male he once knew and loved died 2 years ago on the water front as far
as he was concerned, --this new female version was nothing more than fresh
fish, which needed to be exterminated.

	Tempest brushed the dust off his clothes, then turned to walk
away. In the far distance he could see the horrified look on his
assistant's face. He knew Dunn wasn't a soldier, that blood and violence
(which was a thug pimp's life) wasn't his thing. Tempest knew Dunn was a
pencil pusher, a behind the scenes money man who kept the books, and kept
his hands clean.
	Tempest felt a strange stirring in his groin after the murder,
having always gotten aroused after killing someone. It happened after he
killed his father (Brick-House), the man who murdered his mother AND whose
drug/pimp business he stole after putting a bullet in his head in this very
same location, --having lured the man there after pretending to be one of
his loyal followers for years. Brick-House didn't suspect a thing, not
until the very last minute when he noticed the faded old photographs of one
of his whores on the walls of the old house, and the evil young boy in the
pictures who resembled his right hand man Tempest. By the time he realized
who Tempest really was and turned around, Tempest had already fired a shot
in his head, splattering his brains all over his grandmom's house before
torching the entire place with a match and gasoline (chap-17 of the
original Precinct-23).
	Tempest could feel his dick growing hard down his pant leg, as his
balls prepared to feed his assistant his latest meal. Tempest was just
about to take a step in Dunn's direction, when he heard the sound of
snapping floorboards behind him. Turning around, he was shocked to find
Divine Graham (Peaches) alive and well, standing directly behind him with a
small caliber handgun which she kept hidden in her boot. She cocked the gun
without saying a word as their eyes met. Tempest merely smirked before she
pulled the trigger, blowing a hole straight through his head.

	Tempest's body fell to the ground, twitching as the last seconds of
life left from his body. His dick (which had been hard after thinking he
killed her) erupted its last burst of seed down his pant-leg, the long
curved snake throbbed profusely as it pumped out the last of its load,
trigger (so to speak) by his climactic death.
	Brian Dunn looked on in complete horror as his hero fell dead
before his eyes. When he saw Divine look up at him with the same `badass
black woman' look in her eyes, he turned and ran back to the Lincoln as
fast as his feet could carry him. The driver took off with all the speed of
a racecar driver, leaving the smell of burning rubber in his wake.

	Divine looked up at the cluster of stars overhead, as she thanked
the heavens for finally giving her her long awaited new found
freedom. Murder was never easy, every new killing felt like she was sinking
another inch in the quicksands of hell. After killing her husband (Pooh) to
gain his drug turf (having planned and plotted his murder by disguising it
as a drive-by shooting in hopes that police would believe Tempest was
involved...), she thought killing Tempest would be a breeze. However the
certified madman nearly got the drop on her, --ONE MORE MINUTE of choking
and her fake death would have been real.
	Divine looked down at Tempest's body (which ironically lay
practically in the same spot that he killed his father in 10 years prior),
taking in the realization that he would no longer be a factor in her
life. He had consumed so much of her for so long (from the time she was
18), that it nearly drove her insane. Though some might say she IS
insane. But having been taught by two of the city's most disgustingly,
vile, ruthless, and cunning drug lords..., is there any wonder why she
wouldn't turn out to be just like tham...?


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-6<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

ROSWELL HEIGHTS

	34 year old Winston Sinclair (Kane) sat back on his sofa, smoking a
blunt and drinking a 40oz malt liquor in celebration of his new gamble with
Tempest Williams. Since Pooh's murder, Kane knew it was only a matter of
time before Tempest closed in on his territory, taking over the city and
eventually moving out Divine Graham.
	He thought it was in his best interest to jump ship before it sank,
leaving him with nothing but his memories of the good life. He had just
finished talking to his former girlfriend, talking her into moving back in
with him. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he missed fucking that
pussy whenever the ehim struck. He was just about to hit her back and ask
what was taking her so long to get that ass over there, when his front door
was suddenly kicked in.

"WHAT THE FUCK...??!" he yelled in surprise, reaching for the gun he had
stashed under his sofa cushions.

"Don't EVEN try it, asshole...!" said D-Money, walking in holding a 9
millimeter on him.

"Money...!" shouted Kane in relief, thinking it was someone else looking to
retaliate. "Wussup man..., kickin' in my door like that n'shit...?" he
asked, getting up from the couch.

"I heard YOU were the one who tipped Tempest off on where to find me and
the Black Widow!" accused Money with a serious tone.

"I don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout, blood...! I ain't snitch to
nobody!" defended Kane.

"Tempest TOLD us!" lied Money, trying to get to the truth.
	Kane hesitated, believing Tempest had indeed told on him...

"Okay man..., --I told him! So what?" asked Kane, defiant.
	Money's face grew mad with anger...

"You son of a bitch...!" he yelled, stepping further into the crib as he
tilted the gun sideways (gangsta style). "Tempest put out a HIT on us...!
My wife is in the hospital rite now fighting to keep our baby becuz'a you!"

"Yo man..., sorry to hear that shit..." said Kane, nonchalantly. "...but
what any of that gotta do with ME...? I WARNED you not to stick with that
bitch! Ain't no way she gonna out last, outwit, and out play Tempest...,
she's as good as dead man!"
	Money shot a hole straight through Kane's back wall...

"HEY...!!" yelled the drug dealer, ducking as the bullet missed over his
head. "That shyt ain't funny!"

"You ain't shit, Kane! You ain't NEVA gonna be shit!" yelled Money,
fighting against his better judgment to put a bullet in Kane's ass.

"Yo nicca..., YOU crazy!" yelled Kane, livid. "You takin' this shyt
personally, and it ain't personal! It's all bout buzniz!"

"When you endanger my family..., it becomes personal!" countered Money.

"She was at the WRONG place at the WRONG time...!" argued Kane, "If you
gonna be Divine's lil' bitch..., --then yur girl GOT what she deserved...!"
he snapped.
	Almost as soon as he said it, Kane knew he'd made a big
mistake. Money saw RED as his face turned from angry to furious. In a split
second he leaped across the room, tackling the muscled drug dealer to the
ground as they tussled like kids fighting at recess. Kane managed to shove
Money off of him as both men quickly got to their feet. But before Kane
could talk his way out of it, Money suckered him square across the
jaw. Kane retaliated by swinging back, catching Money in the chest and
causing the younger man to temporarily lose his breath.
	Sensing a quick victory, Kane pounced, swinging on Money again in
an attempt to knock him out. Money knew if he lost this fight that Kane
wouldn't waste the opportunity to fuck his ass again. Still holding the gun
in his hand, he uppercut Kane in the chin, knocking him senseless as Kane's
head flipped upward. Seeing stars, he staggered as Money molly-whopped him
across the head with the brunt of the gun. Kane fell out unconscious,
bleeding from the top of the head...

	Money took a moment to recover, as he leaned against the back of
Kane's sofa. He knew well Kane's reputation on the street as a badass
ex-con. He knew he was known for taking unsuspecting young men's asses
(with or without their consent). He knew Kane prided himself on his
masculinity, that he often bragged about taking men's asses without ever
having his own tagged. He wondered what would happen when Kane's own ass
was no longer virgin? When he could no longer hide behind the veneer of his
manhood?
	Kane woke up with a dizzy pounding in his head. His face was buried
in the cushions of his sofa when he began to slowly regain
consciousness. As he became more and more coherent, he realized he was in a
vulnerable position, lying naked across the arm of his living room
sofa. But when he tried to get up, he felt a hand push into his bare back,
shoving him back in place.

"Don't move..." said DMoney, stepping in behind Kane as he kicked his legs
apart. "...I ain't finished with YOU yet...!"
	Kane fell back into place, his head feeling like lead as his ass
arched high over the arm. Even in his semi-conscious state, he knew the
severity of his position as Money forced his greased fingers into his ass.

"No..." said Kane, feeling the fingers break through his tight gripping
anus as his sphincter muscles tightened to expel the invaders.
	Money enjoyed Kane's vulnerability, knowing this was a rear
opportunity to pay the older man back in spades for tricking him into
smoking tainted weed laced with the sex drug Sextasy. Money could still
remember how easily Kane took his ass, dropping him over the same sofa to
take advantage of his weakened state. Now the tables were turned, but while
Money's ass wasn't exactly virgin (given his deal with Pooh), Kane was
getting his cherry broken, and Money couldn't think of a better candidate
to take the title than himself.

	Money jammed his fingers all the way up in Kane's ass to the third
knuckles, twisting and turning them purposely to make the experience as
uncomfortably as possible. He wanted Kane to know the pain and humiliation
that was coming. He could feel Kane's asshole clamping down, trying to
severe his fingers as he moved them back and forth.
	Once Money was satisfied with Kane's progress, he removed his
fingers and moved in close, aiming his hardon up between his firm muscled
ass cheeks. Trying to save some of his dignity, Kane gave one more valiant
effort to force himself up off the couch. But even as he lifted his torso
up, Money gripped him by the waist, then rammed his hips forward, burying
over half of his dick with one shove.

"AARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!!!" screamed Kane, rising up for another
fight as Money placed the barrel of his gun at the base of his noggin.

"I said: Don't move, bitch...!" he yelled, pulling back with his hips as
all but the head of his dick slipped back out of Kane's fighting anus. "If
you move..., I might accidentally pull the trigger...! And you don't want
that to happen, do you...?"
	Kane said nothing as he stood absolutely still, knowing the kind of
damage a 9 millimeter could do to the back of his head. He could feel
Money's dick slipping back out of his ass, retreating in defeat against the
fight with his tough sphincter. But to Kane's dismay, Money was just
getting warmed up as he quickly redirected his hips and suddenly rammed his
hardon straight back up the older man's gripping passage, penetrating clear
up to his hairy nut sac.
	Kane's screams were quickly muffled when Money smashed his face
back down into the cushions. His asshole was on FIRE as Money's dick bore
through his fighting sphincter muscles to take control of his rectum. Money
couldn't help but groan triumphantly as he successfully buried his dick in
the drug dealer's virgin ass in only two shoves. He could feel the mad hole
squeezing around his pole, trying against all odds to save itself from
deflowering. But Money's determination proved more dynamic than Kane's
desire to save face, as he began moving his hips back and forth,
effectively butt fucking the two time ex-convict.

	Kane could feel the dick moving through him, digging a passage deep
in his colon as Money's 8-1/2 inch pathfinder bore its way straight through
him. Kane knew turnabout was fair play, that drugging and taking advantage
of Money would only result in revenge. Kane knew Money would pay him back
someday, but he had always thought it would be by way of a fight, getting
cold cocked and raped hadn't entered his head. But even as his wounded
pride took a serious blow to his manhood, Kane knew deep down that money
was only righting a wrong done to him.
	Karma indeed was a bitch.

	Money (otherwise known as DeWayne Wright) held his gun down at the
back of Kane's head with one hand, while holding his chocolate hips in
place with the other hand, slapping his pelvis into the masculine man's
exposed ass cheeks every time he buried his bone in his clinching ass.
	Money was reminded of another raping in-which he took part; back
when his wife Dedra was engaged to another man (David Smith, --see My
Woman's Lover). Money had spotted Dedra several times, he knew she was
older (he was only 19 at the time, she was 31), but that didn't matter, he
was determined to get with her anyway. He used every mack daddy line he
knew to get her to talk to him. He could tell by her flirtatious smiles
that she was interested, despite telling him she was engaged. Money got her
to take him home with her after work one day, which began a long affair of
him busting it up with her while her man was at work. Then one day David
came home early with a cold, only to find Money balls deep in his woman's
pussy. David hit the ceiling as he stepped to Money for a fight. David knew
Money was a thug, but rage convinced him that he could beat the young man
that was nearly 15 years under him. However, Money beat David down, and
then as a gesture to his place in life, threw David over his own bed and
butt fucked his virgin ass in front of his woman. Money had never butt
fucked a man before, but what started out as show of power, quickly turned
into something else as Money began fucking David regularly. Sometimes he
can still remember how it felt hw it felt when he plunged his dick in the
older man's ass for the first time, stealing his manhood, his dignity, his
virginity, and his woman all in one hour.

	Now Kane stood on the end of his dick, --not some office pencil
pusher living in the burbs assimilating to the white life, but a bonafide
brotha from the hood with a criminal record and the prison muscles and
tattoos to prove it.
	Money looked down at Kane's broad muscled back and tapered waist,
watching his muscles bulge and pop every time he thrust into him. Every
time he shoved his dick deep into Kane's anus, he could feel the flexing
anal ring snapping wildly about his shaft, trying to adjust to the
intrusion. Money liked how hot and tight Kane's hole was, knowing that no
one else but him had ever been in the straight man's ass before. In fact it
was something of a high for Money, knowing his nut would be the very first
to seed Kane's bowels. That very thought is what fueled Money through the
fuck, causing him to throw caution to the wind as he dropped the gun into
the sofa cushions and grabbed Kane's waist with both hands.

	Kane felt the weight of the gun bounce down into the back of the
couch as Money's hands gripped him tighter. He contemplated grabbing the
gun and turning the tides on the younger man, but that thought quickly
faded when Kane felt the excruciating pain in his gut diminishing.
	It still hurt, but Kane knew he would be able to endure it to the
end. Like most men who fucked men that like to be fucked, Kane had wondered
what it would be like to take a dick, but pride and reputation had always
prevented him from exploring that possibility, he didn't want word getting
around that he had flipped, allowing other men to try to approach him
strangely and leaving him with no recourse but to beat them down.

	He reached down between his legs and found his dick (which had been
soft during the entire rape) beginning to harden. Kane was surprised at
himself as he wrapped his hand around his stiff dick and slowly began to
masturbate.
	Money could feel the change in Kane's willingness to get fucked. He
was no longer struggling, and his asshole (which had been fighting him the
entire time) had stopped trying to push him out and had seemed to consent
to the idea that it'd lost the fight. Kane's hole was still ultra tight,
but Money found he was able to fuck deeper without as much tension and
evasion as he plowed his pelvis directly into the chocolate man's dark ass.

	Kane rose up on one arm, looking back over his muscular shoulder as
he surrendered his ass to his younger counterpart. No longer looking to
escape, he grunted manly moans of erotic pain and pleasure, stroking his
brick hard dick with his free hand as he looked back at the man fucking his
man-ass like a pussy.
	Money looked directly into Kane's face, reading the lust in his
eyes. The big man had indeed wondered what it would feel like to get
fucked, and Money was just the man to give it to him. Money reached up and
gripped Kane's shoulder, arching his back and nearly pulling him up into
standing position. Kane groaned as Money's dick dug deeper, prying through
his locked doors like a skeleton key. Kane found his dick already starting
to pre-cum.

	Down the hall, Kane's former live-in girlfriend had just gotten off
the elevator with their two young daughters. She had left Kane (the father
of her children) when she came home to find Kane balls deep in another
man's ass (chap-13, pt-5). Unable to get that mental picture out of her
head, it took months of sweet talk and persuasion for Kane to talk her back
into coming home. Her girls had missed their father, as Kane had never
visited them while they were away. She put her key in the door, hoping to
get a fresh new start. But before she could announce that she was home, she
saw a naked man standing with his back to her in the living room, his
beautiful muscular ass humping in and out as he drilled his dick into
another (darker skinned) man bent over in front of him. It didn't take her
long to realize who the fuckee was, as she covered her eldest child's eyes
and screamed...
	Money and Kane looked back over their shoulders to find the woman
and her two daughters standing in the doorway. "GET OUT!" yelled Kane
furiously, causing the woman and her kids to jump in terror. The children
began to cry as the woman's legs locked in place, keeping her from
bolting. "GET THE FUCK OUT, NOW BITCH!! STEP OFF!!" he repeated as she
finally took the hint and ran back down the hall, screaming "Faggots...!
Faggots...! Faggots...!" all the way.

	Money resumed fucking, having never lost a stroke. He twisted
Kane's hips into the direction he most desired, then began to pound him
even harder. Kane closed his eyes as he groaned out loud, his dick
definitely stiffening under the new assault. Each new blow of Money's
pelvis into his ass caused him to inch up further on the sofa. Money
followed him as he simply climbed up over the sofa's arms and joined Kane
on the couch. He forced Kane's face back down into the seats (arching his
back to elevate his ass) as he continued to plow his ass, driving his dick
8 and 1/2 inches deep with every plunge. Kane gasped as his dick suddenly
started spurting great gobs of hot cum all over the sofa. He moaned into
the cushions as 9 streams of creamy white jiz shot from his pulsating dick,
painting over everything in its path.
	Money felt Kane's orgasm as his asshole suddenly started to spasm
around his thrusting dick again. Money fucked harder, hammering Kane's sore
prostate with his dick while Kane was in the midst of climax. When Money
felt his own dick starting to throb, he rammed all the way in up to his
balls, grinding his hairy pelvic bone into Kane's muscled ass. Feeling
Kane's asshole spasm around his dick, Money shot off one of the biggest
loads of his life, battering the project drug dealer's innards with his
copious sperm.

	Both men moaned and groaned in unison, both enjoying the erotic
rapture as their minds and bodies melded into one giant climax. Money felt
weakened as he slumped down over Kane's back, his dick embedded into the
darker man's bowels while he lay against him. Kane felt the weight on top
of him, and spread his legs to allow Money's body to lay comfortably
between them. He could feel Money's dick pulsating inside him, undoubtedly
filling him with his cum. Kane felt strangely a peace as he basked in the
afterglow, squeezing Money's softening wood with his anal ring.
	Money relaxed on Kane's back for a few minutes until he regained
his strength, then he yanked his dick from his tight hole and stood
up. Kane rolled over onto his back, his thick legs spread wide as his 9 and
1/2 inch dick remained rock hard and still oozing cum. He looked up at
Money sheepishly, high from the fucking and dazed from the blow to the
head. He wasn't even aware of the drying blood line streaking across his
face...

"Where you think yur goin', man...?" he asked, as Money began to reach for
his clothing.

"I'm outta here...!" said Money, climbing back into his boxer shorts.

"So that's it then...?" asked Kane, stroking his hardon as he gazed over
Money's beautifully toned body with smoldering eyes. "You come in here,
beat the shyt outta me, fuck me in front'a my gurl, then leave...?" he
asked, his husky voice slurred as if he were high.

"That's rite, nigga!" said Money, stepping into his pants.

"I can't even get seconds...?" asked Kane, surprising Money (and himself).

"Naw nigga..., YOU almost got me and my wife killed...! This wasn't no fuck
buddy sex..., this was a grudge fuck!" informed Money, pulling his wife
beater and pull over shirts over his head.
	Kane absentmindedly reached up with his free hand and pinched his
own erect nipple, while still stroking...

"So teach me my lesson..., I'm a slow learner...!" he smirked.
	Money couldn't help but laugh...

"Yo, I'm out!" he said, shoving his feet into his shoes as he headed for
the door. "I gotta go check on my wife...! Maybe I'll pick up where I left
off..., --someday!" he added before slamming the door shut behind him.
	Kane groaned to himself in erotic frustration as he laid back on
the sofa and began jacking himself off towards another climax. He reached
down between his legs to feel his tight but well fucked asshole. He found
himself able to slip a finger in easily as his dick stiffened in his
fist...
	On the way out of the building high rise, Money spotted two of
Kane's homboiz leaning against his ride, chillen. They got up respectfully
when Money approached. "Yall work for Kane...?" he asked as he opened the
driver's side door.

"Yeah..." answered the young men (Jahleem and MarliQ (see chap-5 of Roswell
Heights)).

"Kane wants yall upstairs..." lied Money, getting into the SUV. He watched
the two boys hunch their shoulders at each other nonchalantly, before
heading towards Kane's building's entrance. "...oh..., and he's kinda busy
inna back, so just walk rite on in, the door's unlocked!" he suggested.

"Kew!" said one of the boys, heading up the walk.
	Money smiled to himself as he started the car, taking off to check
in on his wife and kid...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-7<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

MANAYUNK

	52 year old civilian David L. McConnell sat alone in his apartment,
watching the evening news when he saw on television that a fire had broken
out at The Franklin Institute in Center City. Reporters spoke of a large
`high powered black tie affair' happening at the time of the blaze, and
that most of the guests had gotten out unharmed, but that there were a few
casualties reported inside. "The fire seemed to be contained to a large
room that the Institute rented out for the affair..." said the reporter,
hesitating as he listened to his earpiece. "uh..., this just in..., --I've
just been told that one of Action News' own beloved reporters Chad Bradley
may have been one of those casualties..." said the reporter, obviously
repeating what was being fed to him. "...he was on his way out of the
affair when he was struck by a speeding fire engine coming to put out the
blaze...! However, NONE of this has yet been confirmed by police who are
NOW on the scene to sort things out! We'll be sure to keep you informed as
more news becomes available throughout this broadcast!"
	The reported took a second to compose himself, then
continued... "In unrelated news..., the body of Philadelphia drug lord
Tempest Williams was found dead in a vacant residential home this evening
in the north Philly section of town with a bullet shot to the head! Tempest
has reportedly long plagued the city by selling street drug to minors, and
even enticing gang wars with rival gangs! He gained national attention when
he escaped prison twice, the last escape resulting in the injury of police
detective Nicolas Hightower, who is said to be recovering well and will
soon be released from the hospital to begin rehab. Neighbors who heard the
gunshots that killed Williams said they saw a black Lincoln speeding from
the scene shortly after hearing the shots! Police are looking for the
driver of that Lincoln, as well as the widow of slain `alleged' drug dealer
Whinny `The Pooh' Graham who was murdered not too long ago in a drive-by
shooting police believe was orchestrated by Williams. Police don't believe
Graham's widow was involved in Tempest's murder, but they would like to
bring her in for questioning."  "In other news..., the parents of murdered
police officer Andrew Roberts are planning a memorial for their fallen son,
at the very police station which he once worked. Officers at Precinct
Twenty Three are expected to speak in Roberts' behalf. There is no word yet
if former police captain David McConnell, --who resigned as Captain from
that precinct shortly after the officer's death, --will be attending the
service. Roberts' murderer, or murderers are still at large..., anyone
believing they may have any information on this case are urged to contact
detectives at the Precinct..."

	McConnell turned off the television as memories of Andy began to
fill his head. Despite what happened with his son Elliott (Andy and Elliott
had an affair behind McConnell's back (chap-14, pt-5)), McConnell wished
his last words with Andy wasn't from a fight (chap-15, pt-1 & chap-16,
pt-4). McConnell was just about to turn into bed, when he heard the
doorbell ring.
	Not expecting company, he got up from his seat and walked over to
the door. Peaking through the peephole, he saw officer Ramone Davenport on
the other side. McConell found himself hesitating to let him in...

"Hi..." said Ramone, upon seeing McConnell's unshaven face. "...I know some
things were said during our last conversation..., but I just wanted to
apologize if I jumped to any harsh conclusions...! I should've known better
than to think you would purposely hold back information on a case as
important as Andy Robert's...!"
	McConnell didn't say anything as his stony face began to soften. "I
also wanted to say how much I've missed you over that past few days..."
added Ramone, bashfully. "...you really ARE my only friend since emerging
from a 2 year undercover sting...!" (chaps-19-3 & 23-3). McConnell
smirked. The two men stood in silence for a few seconds while McConnell
decided if he should invite the detective in, or make him sweat some
more...? Ramone was just about to give up and walk away (with his tail
tucked between his legs) when the older man surprised him...

"Come in..." he offered, stepping aside to allow entry.

"Thanks Capt..." said Ramone, squeezing by...

"Not Captain anymore..., just David now...!" reminded McConnell, closing
the door.

"I know..." said Ramone, turning to face him. "...if it's any consolation,
the department's SHIT without you!"

"It helps..., --a little..." laughed McConnell, walking back into the
apt. "Drink?"

"Sure." answered Ramone, looking around the gloomily lit condo. "Where's
Elliott...?"

"He moved out, remember...?" answered McConnell, walking over to the bar
neatly tucked away in the dining room. "Did you know he's trying out for
the Police Academy...!" he added, pouring two screw drivers.

"Really...?" asked Ramone, surprised. "You approve of that...?" he asked,
curiously.

"Well..., I'm just glad he decided to focus on a career..." said McConnell,
turning around to hand off Ramone's drink. "...after he dropped out of
college, he's been unfocused and un-driven! I just want him to grow up and
take responsibility!"

"How's it living with his roommate...?" asked Ramone, making general
conversation.

"I suspect there's more going on there than Elliott will admit..." said
McConnell, taking a sip from his glass. "...but you didn't come all this
way just to talk about my son, did you...?" he asked, suspiciously.

"Not really..." blushed Ramone, taking a swig for courage.

"Well...?" said McConnell, waiting...

"I've uh..." paused the detective, about to expose his feelings. "...I've
already told you that I miss you..." he continued. "...and I was
wondering..." he stopped, taking a nervous breath. "...is there any chance
that we could pick up where we left off...? Or maybe even start over...?"

"Start over...?" asked McConnell thoughtfully, rubbing his stubbled
chin. "...no..., I don't think we can do that..." he said, doubtfully.
	Ramone looked disappointed... "...we know far too many intimate
details about each other to start over...! We'd definitely have to pick up
where we left off!" he smiled, causing Ramone to break out in a wide grin.

"You SURE...?" he asked, happily.

"Positive!" said McConnell, holding his drink in one hand while slowly
slipping his free arm about Ramone's waist. "I've missed you too!" he
revealed.

"You really had me scared for a second...!" laughed Ramone relieved,
leaning in to kiss McConnell on the lips. The two men kissed timidly,
welcoming each other back in their lives. But the kiss quickly took a
serious turn as their lips lingered. McConnell hugged Ramone closer as
their heads tilted opposite each other. McConnell's tongue found its way
into Ramone's mouth as the detective graciously suckled it. With his own
free hand, he reached down and began groping the growing log in McConnell's
shorts. "Any chance of me getting any of THIS tonight...?" he asked between
kisses, squeezing the fattening pipe with his fingers.

"Only if you can return the favor..." moaned McConnell.
	Ramone broke the kiss, stepping back as he began loosening his
tie. McConnell took their drinks and placed them on top of the bar, then
led Ramone into the bedroom...


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	McConnell's bedroom was in disarray, showing signs of depression
and anger. But Ramone's mind wasn't on psychological observations at the
moment. He stripped off his clothes as fast as he could, watching
McConnell's every move as the gorgeous older man slowly peeled off his gray
boxers and wife-beater to reveal his well toned muscular body.
	Once naked the two men met at the foot of the bed. They kisses some
more as their hands explored each other's bodies. McConnell's dick was half
hard, while Ramone's was fully erect. They rubbed and poked into one
another as they stood face to face kissing.

	Ramone was the first to go down, sitting on the edge of the bed as
he leaned in and began sucking the mulatto man's 9.5" erection. McConnell
watched as Ramone carefully peeled back his foreskin, then took the head
and 3 inches of the shaft into his mouth. McConnell knew Ramone was no dick
connoisseur, being how he had only recently begun to enjoy the flavors of
male cuisine.
	Ramone suckled the head and first few inches of McConnell's sizable
dick, playing with his hairy ball sac while nursing on his crank like a
baby lamb. Ramone couldn't believe how far he had come in such a short
amount of time; from being a total straight man, to sucking dick and
getting fucked, all within a matter of months. He fought against the
trappings of drugs and sex for the entire two years he worked as an
undercover agent, pretending to be one of Tempest's menial servants while
protecting the interest of the department. His cover was so secretive that
only McConnell knew about it, trusting no one on the police force after
several former cops proved to be on Tempest's payroll (first series
[Gardner, Whitmen, Cooper, Justine, and Blake]). Since being freed from his
burden, Ramone had come to enjoy the pleasures only another man could
give. Thought he had had his fair share of women over the years, there was
nothing like feeling another man inside him, using his body for his own
pleasures while turning him on to climax.

	McConnell watched as Ramone bobbed his head up and down on his
dick, his inexperienced pursed lips sucking back and forth carefully,
trying not to graze the tender surface with his pearly whites.
	After a few minutes McConnell pulled Ramone off of his dick,
lifting his head to French kiss his hot mouth. Both men breathed hard
through their noses as they sucked each other's tongues and swapped
spit. McConnell pushed Ramone up onto the bed, lying him flat on his back
before slowly kissing his way down the darker skinned man's body. Ramone
moaned softly as McConnell suckled his nipples, then licked a long trial
down across his stomach towards his dick. Ramone's dick was standing stiff
and tall, already drooling a steady stream of excited pre-cum. McConnell
tilted the dick upright, then licked away the dew drops before taking the
hard staff into his mouth.

"oh god..." groaned Ramone, his universe centered around his dick.
	McConnell licked and tickled the hard bobbing shaft with his
tongue, gently painting the dark surface wet with his spit before finally
enveloping half the shaft in his mouth. Ramone's stomach sank in as he
quickly exhaled, feeling the immediate warmth of the former captain's hot
mouth on his manhood. McConnell collapsed his mouth down around Ramone's
dick, molding his oral orifice to the shape of the younger man's penis as
he began sucking the top half. Ramone squirmed in McConnell's bed as his
mouth glided along the smooth slick surface, the perfect ignition to start
Ramone's engine.

	It felt like it had been some time since McConnell was able to
totally relax and enjoy anyone's company, so much has happened to him since
the first night he and Ramone spent the night together, wrapped in each
other's arms until day break. McConnell tried filtering all negative
thoughts from his head as he aligned Ramone's dick up in his throat, then
began descending down on the big 10.5" pole. Ramone held his breath as he
peeked down over his muscled chest to see his dick slowly disappearing down
McConnell's throat. "Shit man..., you do that soooo good..." he groaned,
loving the way it felt.
	McConnell said nothing as he continued his descent. He felt the fat
head stretching his throat muscles as he forced himself to relax by
breathing in to open his throat. Suddenly the dick began to push down into
his neck, ballooning his throat as the huge black proud phallus passed into
his gullet. McConnell pressed his nose in Ramone's pubes, breathing in the
scent of his crotch through his nose. Ramone threw his head back in
ecstasy, swearing off women for the foreseeable future.

	McConnell held his ground for several long seconds as his mulatto
face began to redden from the strain. Slowly he pulled back, retracting his
lips back up the thick dark shaft, dragging his pink mustached lips back up
to the head where he suckled as if it were a big juicy lollipop. Ramone had
barely recovered from the first swallow when McConnell began his second
attack, taking the big dick back down into his throat. "oh god...! god..,
don't stop...!" begged the officer as his dick sank back down into
McConnell's velvety throat.
	McConnell smashed his face back down in Ramone's pubes, churning
his throat around the completely embedded penis before backing back up the
rock hard shaft. "Shit..!" moaned Ramone, unable to contain his passion as
his dick began to throb. McConnell sensed he had the younger man on the
ropes as he went into overdrive and began quickly bobbing his head up and
down in the officer's groin, swallowing his dick over and over as his lips
pulled at the spit slick surface with gentle pressure.

"I don't think I'm gonna be able to hold off too much longer if you keep
that up...!" warned Ramone, knowing he was getting dangerously close to
busting.
	McConnell considered taking Ramone's first nut in his mouth, but
thought better of it as he suddenly spit the hard shaft from his mouth and
licked his way down towards his hairy balls. Ramone spread his legs as
McConnell suckled his hairy orbs, taking each one into his mouth and
bathing them thoroughly in warm saliva before moving to the next. Ramone
had never felt such pleasures before as his body reacted to everything
McConnell did tenfold.
	Leaving the spit soaked sac behind, McConnell lifted Ramone's legs
to expose his hairy asshole. Knowing the routine, Ramone hooked his hands
behind his knees, hiking his ass into the air as McConnell licked along the
ass crack. Parting the muscular cheeks, he fit his face in-between the firm
buns and began sucking out the black-button. Ramone groaned uncontrollably
as his asshole was sucked. Parting his legs further to give McConnell ample
range of his joy-spot, Ramone felt the older man's tongue beginning to
drill through his super tight orifice, prying open the tight anal
folds. McConnell pulled the ass cheeks as far apart as he could, then
pushed his tongue as deep as he could. Ramone squirmed beneath him, trying
to escape the exquisite tongue torturing his senses. When he nearly managed
to successful roll away, McConnell (getting aggressive) rolled with him
onto his side, scissoring Ramone's legs open as he continued to press his
face up into his ass.

"Oh fuck...! Damn man..., EAT THAT ASS!" choked Ramone, passionately.
	McConnell stabbed his tongue in and out of the anus until he felt
it beginning to relax and dilate on its own accord. Soaking his index
finger in his own mouth, he carefully inserted it up Ramone's ass, testing
the elasticity of the ring.

"Fuck the fingers man..., give me that dick...!" ordered Ramone. "Fuck me,
man!"
	Obliging, McConnell got up and searched for the anal lubricant,
anointing a generous amount to the detective's anus and his stiff curved
dick. He got into position between Ramone's scissored legs, then presented
his dick head up to the hole and pushed in.

"UURRHHHH...!!" grunted Ramone, feeling the fat bulbous head spread his
anus wide. McConnell took his time prying Ramone open, knowing going too
fast too soon would only succeed in ending their session early.
	Ramone struggled to take McConnell's entire 9.5" dick, but he
managed to get the entire phallus sheathed in his rectum. He lay
uncomfortable for several minutes (trying to adjust), when McConnell began
thrusting in and out. Ramone's dick never lost any of its mast as his
asshole strained to house his lover's rod. McConnell pulled back gently,
then slowly re-inserted himself, grounding his balls against Ramone's inner
thigh.

"Damn that dick's so big...!" he groaned, biting his lower lip as he
grinned and bared it.

"You should talk!" reminded McConnell, grabbing Ramone's stiff one as he
playfully stroked it in his fist. "Taking this baby ain't no walk in the
park either...!" he smiled, slowly sliding his hips back and forth as he
fucked.

"But I'm YEARS behind you in experience..." countered Ramone, looking up at
McConnell. "...you're only the second man to fuck me...!"

"I know..." conceded McConnell, feeling Ramone's tight anus sucking the
hell out of his dick. He couldn't help thrusting up into the hole faster,
loving the way it felt wrapped around his plugging shaft.
	Ramone could see the erotic look of pleasure on McConnell's face as
his eyes rolled back into his head. Ramone loved knowing he was making the
older man feel good, that his body and asshole was going to make McConnell
erupt with orgasm. Just knowing he would soon be filled with his seed made
him loosen up, allowing McConnell's greased dick to slide through him
easier. McConnell felt the difference in Ramone's anus instantly. He began
fucking him harder, sliding deeper as he positioned Ramone's ankles up on
his shoulders. Ramone whined with pain every time McConnell's dick dug too
deep, but managed to keep from complaining as he grit his teeth.
	McConnell's hips began slapping into Ramone ass as he rectum became
slick with McConnell's pre-cum. Soon McConnell was feeding Ramone's hole
his entire shaft, fucking him from tip to base with long hard deep
strokes. Sweat broke out on Ramone's brow as he forced himself to take the
dick. He felt McConnell starting to lose control as he started to pound
into him, causing the entire bed to rock with them. Ramone thought he might
pass out if McConnell didn't cum soon. But much to his relief, he felt the
older man's 9.5" dick swell harder, then felt a series of pulses as
McConnell's dick started to hose its load into him. McConnell panted like a
marathon runner as the cum poured out of him, pumping fresh and fast into
Ramone's accepting bowels as his anal muscles clamped down to milk the
shaft.

	It took McConnell a few minutes to recover as all the energy was
sucked out of his body and into Ramone. Ramone waited patiently as
McConnell drained inside him, filling his cup to the brim. When he finally
pulled out, Ramone felt empty inside, as if doctors had removed an
important life giving organ.
	McConnell rolled over onto his back and lifted his legs, lubing his
own asshole as Ramone climbed up on top of him. He grabbed Ramone's dick
between his legs, then aimed it up to his own anus. Ramone pressed in
gently, sinking the head and several inches inside. McConnell laid his head
back in the pillows and groaned, feeling the enormous 10.5" dick fill his
gut full as Ramone pressed his hairy pelvic bone into his ass.

"Damn..." said McConnell, closing his eyes as he forced his anus to
relax. "...now THAT'S a lot of dick!"

"Turnabout's fair play!" smiled Ramone, his own asshole still smarting
after the deep dicking he just took. He began pulling and pushing his hips
back and forth, fucking McConnell with his big stiff staff. He knew
(unfortunately) that this fuck would not last long, as he had already
dodged two bullets with Mcconnell's expert dick sucking and ass fucking. He
suspected it would only take him a few minutes before he came, --OH but how
he intended to use those few minutes wisely!

	Ramone began with a steady pace (knowing McConnell was more
experienced anally), gradually picking up speed as McConnell's anus became
more and more accustomed. Ramone looked down between their thrusting bodies
to watch his dark dick sliding in and out of McConnell's wide spread hole,
each inward plunge sending his dick balls deep as his hairy pelvis slapped
into McConnell's upturned ass.
	Both men were enjoying the fuck, using each other to get
off. Ramone was up in pushup position, his arms stretched out before him as
McConnell rubbed his hands all over his ribs and muscular torso, pinching
his erect nipples and sending Ramone into orbit.

	Ramone could feel himself quickly getting close to orgasm as
McConnell's asshole squeezed and sucked his dick as skillful as any
mouth. He plunged himself in and out faster, fucking harder as he drove his
hips into the bottom man with increasing strength.
	McConnell took each inward thrust like a champ, flexing his hole at
just the right intervals to make Ramone reach his peak quicker than
anticipated. Ramone found himself forcing his dick all the way up in
McConnell's gut as his dick sought somewhere to plant its fertile
seed. McConnell tightened his rectal ring just as Ramone's dick swelled
like an over cooked sausage, spitting thick gobs of rich dick cream
straight into his colon.

"OH god...! Oh damn...! Awww fuck...!" cursed Ramone, losing all sense of
time as his body began going into convulsions. McConnell reached back and
grabbed two hefty handfuls of his firm ass cheeks and pulled him into him,
causing his cheeks to split apart while his dick dug that much deeper.
	Ramone could feel his asshole stretch open under the pull of
McConnell's hands, the tiny opening accidently losing some of McConnell's
seed which began to slowly excrete from the lips. "Oh god...!" groaned
Ramone, feeling his dick jump 5 more time just from that sensation
alone. McConnell reached up and pulled Ramone's head down into his chest as
he spread his legs wider to accept his liquid gift. Ramone moaned like a
baby in his arms as his essence was sucked out of him, causing his body to
become weak.

"I got you..." whispered McConnell, cradling him in his arms as his orgasm
began to subside. The two would lay together like that for 20 minutes
before finally parting, wandering into the kitchen for a late night raid of
the fridge...


tHE eND __________________________________________________________ thank
you to everyone on who wrote in to express their feelings for the
characters in this title. I enjoyed writing it as much as you enjoyed
reading it. And a special shout out to all my readers on Facebook. Thanks
for joining me and giving me your thoughts and ideas. Constructive
criticism is always appreciated. –DOGG




Bonus feature...

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PIEDMONT PENITENTARY

	The list of new guards had been sworn in and handed their new
assignments. Many of the new recruits were scared on their first day behind
bars in the all male prison. Despite their training, real life tended to
throw curve balls not practiced in drills and class routines, ONE slipup
was all it took to have some inmate barreling down on you, forcing you into
a compromising position. Guards were taught never to be caught in a cramped
place with inmates, and never to be caught with your guard down. There were
pictures on file of guards who got too close at the wrong time, getting
their throats and faces slashed with shanks, or their assholes busted in
gang rapes. The most recent was an corrections officer named Andrew
Roberts, who got fucked by nearly a dozen inmates during the prison's last
riot before reinforcements were able to get to him (chap-42, pts-1 & 4 of
The HOLE).
	As the new guards walk through their assigned posts (accompanied by
their senior partners), seasoned inmates try to intimidate them with evil
looks and gang gestures. If a guard shows any signs of fear, the inmate
knows he has a bitch he can influence if he can ever get the guard
alone. One inmate attempts to intimidate a rookie guard making his way down
to C-Block. The guard pretends not o notice the man's eyes following him as
he walked behind his senior escort. The inmate is sure he has a `live-one',
and refuses to break eye contact. When the guard glances in his direction,
he blows the man a kiss. The guard frowns as he stops behind his partner,
waiting to be buzzed into the next section. The inmate takes that
opportunity to run up on the officer when his back is turned, wanting to
grope his ass to stake claim. The officer has his back to the inmate when
he suddenly senses someone behind him, invading his space. Before the
inmate could even touch his ass, the guard reached back and grabbed his
wrist, twisting it hard as he pulled the man's arm up high...

"ARRRHHHHGGG...!!" screamed the man in pain, hearing bones crack.
	The guard moved as fast as lightning as he twisted around behind
the man, putting him in a headlock while twisting his arm back behind his
back. The fight was over before the senior even realized they were in any
danger...

"Good work, Ellis...!" he said, as Ellis forced the man down flat onto his
stomach and began cuffing him.

"Damn man..., I was juss trynna say HI n'shyt...! Damn!" protested the
inmate, his chin to the floor.

"Yeah, right." said Ellis, pulling him to his feet
	Working the prison system would be a piece of cake...