Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2016 23:13:21 +0200 From: J.D Louis Subject: Erinsborough Encounter - Part 27 Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Neighbours actors featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Channel 11 Australia and Freemantle Media. Mark quickly became suspicious of Aaron's sudden padlock on his door. What trouble could he have gotten himself into now? Because there was no way he was afraid of someone walking in on him naked, given the way he loved to show off his incredible body. The only thing Mark could think of was that there was truth to the accusations Tom Quill had survived the Lassiters explosion and had used his presumed death to go into hiding while framing Paul. But by the time Mark had broken into Aaron's room, Aaron had already moved Spencer into the garage... *** Mark ran, sexy and shirtless, around the corner and into Ramsay St as he returned home from his morning run. As he surged up the street his eyes suddenly got caught on another shirtless body: Ned Willis, as he mowed Lauren's lawn. *Mmmmmmm...feel free to cut *my* grass...* Mark thought to himself. Then he noticed it: Ned's tattoo...the tattoo of a gang the police had been trying to bring down. Mark knew how he was easily going to kill two birds with one stone... "Nice tat." Mark said as he approached Ned. "Nice try, constable." Ned replied. "Unless you people don't wear uniforms anymore I'd say you're off duty. In which case I don't have to answer your questions." But while Ned's words were smug, his sight was secretly admiring his half naked neighbour. "Ever heard of citizen's arrest?" Mark asked, asserting his authority. "Ever heard of innocent until proven guilty?" Ned was no stranger to sparring matches with cops. "You're guilty by association. Now come with me." Mark said sternly, grabbing Ned as he dragged him across the street and into the garage... *** "Aaron? Is that you?" Spencer called out as he heard Mark and Ned enter the garage. "What the hell are you doing here?!" A shocked Mark asked, recognising John Doe. "Actually, never mind, I'll deal with you later." *Obviously not* Spencer thought to himself, seeing nothing but black beneath his blindfold. Aaron hadn't bothered to gag him - soundproof walls meant he could scream all he liked and no one would hear him...or rush to his rescue... Mark threw Ned against a pile of old storage boxes of household junk and yanked his pants down. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Ned moaned as Mark shoved himself up Ned's ass; ready to needle him into the confession he needed to get promoted back to detective. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yourself. Just tell me what you know." Mark demanded, charging full throttle into Ned as he violently slam dunked his head against the boxes, pinning him by the neck. "Never! Ned rasped as he elbowed Mark and broke free of his hold and began to storm off. But he didn't get far as Mark sat on Tyler's motorbike and quickly pulled Ned onto his lap; his tool impaling Ned as he forced him to ride him. "Ohhhhhhh....fuck....." Ned moaned, his ass wildly steering Mark's stick back and forth as the sexy cop held him in place by the waist. Sure that Ned wasn't going anywhere, Mark released his grip, sliding his hands up Ben's muscular body, before grabbing his head to pull him into a savage kiss. "The good old kiss and tell. Never works." Ned taunted. "Maybe I just did it because I wanted to." Mark replied, shoving his tongue back down Ned's throat. "Think you might just want to help me out?" Mark asked, trying to change tactics. "Get real." "Look, I know you're new around here, but I'll have you know most of Erinsborough would kill to be in your position. Just return the fucking favour!" Mark demanded. "You think fucking me is a favour?" Ned laughed. "Talk about having parking tickets on yourself. Let me tell you, there's a reason it's called a gang bang. You're really going to have to give me something special if you want me to make myself a target." "How about I suck it out of you?" Mark suggested. "You can try. But not before you're done fucking me." Ned replied. "I want your hot cop cum inside me. Make it happen." Mark's turbulent thrusts matched Ned's; the cop's cock and the criminal's canal fighting against each other; yet working together towards the common goal of creating cum. "Ohhhhhhhhhh....OHHHHHHHHHHHHH....fuck yeah..." Mark moaned as he cummingly climaxed. "Ohhhhhhhhh...that's it...cream my bad boy ass..." Ned moaned. Mark then got on his knees and took Ned's 8" nailer in his mouth as he attempted to suckingly solicit the info he so desperately needed. "Ohhhhhhhh...fuck...you're doing so fucking good...keep going...yeah...that's it...make it worth my while...convince me..." Ned moaned as he weakened, ready to cave. Living across the street, Mark was the cop most likely to actually be able to carry out the promise of protecting him from his vengeful gang mates. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....I hope you're hungry...." Ned moaned as he shot his semenade into Mark's mouth... *** "Thanks for the info." "Thanks for the hot fuck." Ned and Mark shook hands then kissed before Ned went home. "Right, now what's the deal you with you?" Mark asked John/Spencer. "Mark was horrified; realising Aaron's sinister manipulation as Spencer told him what had been happening. But although he was committed to justice, he loved his brother more. Not wanting to see Aaron end up in jail or a psych ward, Mark had to end the farce, and fast... *** "What...not you too..." Spencer groaned as Mark pulled him behind a tree, pulled his pants down and rammed his rod into him. "Enjoy it, because it's your last fuck..." Mark whispered in his ear. *** "I'm sorry but I have to do this." Mark said regrettably as he corrupted himself and pushed Spencer down the infamous well. Mark couldn't look as he heard the thud of Spencer's body hitting the bottom. If he wasn't dead, he at least had to have suffered another head injury so severe he'd again lose what little memory he had...forgetting Aaron and his dirty deceit...