Man I hate when its my week to monitor the cameras at the precinct. Its just so fucking boring and a
Man I hate when its my week to monitor the cameras at the precinct. Its just so fucking boring and after eight hours my back gets so sore being hunched over the screen, watching it flip from location to location. I mean, who in their right mind would come to the precinct to cause trouble? It’d be like a cat climbing into a dog pen full of mean ass Dobermans. Just didn’t make sense. But Ken liked this week a lot because he knew I was safe this week, and not risking my life over some hyped up junkie who thinks the men in blue are alien overlords come to subjugate him. I guess it’s nice to have somebody who wants you to play it safe for them. On my third shift, I was having another borefest when my buddy Jason came into the security room. He looked at me and said I should flip to holding cell three and see who Pinkersley brought in. I rolled my eyes as I scrolled to that camera and was surprised to see Ken standing there in the holding cell. What the hell? I turned on the audio to hear what was going on since I could see he was talking to someone through the gate. He was being mouthy, like he can be when riled, and he was not holding anything back. I asked Jason why he was in the cell and he told me that from what he was able to tell, he was pulled over for running red light and tried to get out of a ticket by playing the cop spouse card. Only Pinkersley wasn’t impressed and shut down on him. Then Ken became belligerent and Pinkersley decided some time cooling his heels would benefit him. Looks like he missed that one though. Your man is still being very verbose. Yeah, he would. When he thinks he’s right, he’s like a bulldog with a bone. And from what I’ve seen, Rick is just as stubborn. Only he’s got the badge on his side. Maybe I better listen in just to make sure Ken stays in line.I could hear those two trading barbs at each other, so maybe its not too bad. I mean Rick wouldn’t go unprofessional if he was really throwing the book at anyone. I could see that Ken was uncomfortable with his environment, but not much I could do. The AC had been out down there for two days and probably won’t be fixed before the weekend. Then I saw him do something surprising when he pulled his shirt off over his head. I could hear Rick say that he was surprised that a fag was so well developed. Better watch yourself Rick, that is definitely a nono topic. Before I could react, I saw Ken run his hands over his chest and belly stopping at his nipple which he pulled before rubbing between his fingers. What the hell?Rick told him that wasn’t bad but its nothing like this. I don’t know what he was doing but he had Ken’s full attention. I heard Rick say that this was a real man’s chest. You can tell by my muscles and the awesome thatch of fur. Here, feel it.Ken stuck his hand through the bars as I heard Rick moaning. That’s just what I thought. Youre so damn mouthy because you’ve not been put in your place by a real man. Your boyfriend is okay, but he obviously hasn’t tamed your ass. Ken laughed and said that it would take a hell of a man prior to tame me into submission. I just nodded my head. Hes a real free spirit. Smart, but a free spirit.I heard Rick tell him he could tame that wild ass and make you more respectable. Wouldn’t be running stop lights and definitely not talking back to your superiors. Superiors? What the fuck makes you think you’re my superior? What gives you the right to think that? Your badge? Heh, Bruce has one and while I respect him, he sure as hell hasn’t tamed me!The badge is for show. This is the real power. Then I heard a zipper come ripping down. Ken’s face froze as he was staring at Rick. For a few seconds Ken was silent. Then I heard Rick laugh as he told Ken that he finally shut that fucking noise maker. And I didn’t have to plug with my noise canceling dick either. Trust me it more than does the job. Now if you can behave yourself and be a good boy, daddy might let you play with it. Would you like that?Ken just nodded while not moving his eyes off Rick. I heard Rick tell him he could hold if he promised not to run red lights any more. Ken swore he’d never do it again as Rick laughed with a low chuckle. Well I guess its a start. Here, you can play with it. Then I saw Rick step into the camera with a huge cock sticking out and hanging over his uniform trouser. I watched my boyfriend reach through the bars and play with the soft behemoth between Rick’s legs. Jeez, it must be at least eight inches soft and thick as a beer can. As Ken massaged it, I watched the smug smile cross Rick’s face. I heard Rick tell him he had a nice touch. Then he added that he bet that ken would like to do more than just touch it. No, Ken, control yourself. Dont become one of his conquests. Dont let him make me a cuck. Just tell him you have a man, that I’m all you need. Ken just stared at the growing cock in his hands and asked how big it got.Rick smugly told him it gets to eleven inches long and eight inches around. Ken just shuddered as he continued to massage it through the bars. Rick added that not everyone can suck it all the way down their throat, in fact ive only met three people who can. A hooker from lower Broad, a fag I busted at a gay bar, and my high school baseball coach. Dont you worry though, im a master at making it fit in your other hole. Hasn’t been one yet who hasn’t taken me deep. He he he. I could let you try, but you would have to pledge your obedience to me. No more sassing me or trying to stand up to my decisions. I’m the man and I know what’s right. On top of that I would require future visit priority. This means when I call for you, you better come. I don’t care if you are taking a bath, eating dinner with your parents or even fucking Bruce. You get up and get your ass to the location I say. Agreed? Ken continued staring at the now erect member in his hands and after a moment or two nodded his head in agreement. Rick said that he couldn’t hear that. He needed to hear that you give me priority access to fuck you with my superior cock in exchange for the privilege of having me fuck you silly now. Say it! Then as I witnessed it with my buddy Jason, my husband spoke exactly what Rick asked him to. I heard him praise Ken for being a good boy and then I watched him open the cell door. As soon as it was open, Ken dropped to his knees and began to run his salivating mouth all over that huge dick. I knew Ken well enough he was going to be mouth number four on Rick’s success chart, or die trying. As I watched in silent dread, I listened to my colleague praise my husband’s oral skills. He even grabbed his head and crammed it in as far as he could a couple of times. After ten minutes of trying, Rick pulled him off and told him he didn’t quite make it this time, but you’ve got a very promising future. I can see me talking about four cocksuckers instead of three. Ken just smiled.Since we couldn’t bottom out in your throat, we’ll have to settle for a total insertion up your sweet ass. Ive been wanting to fill this since Bruce introduced you two years ago. You ready for the best fucking you’ll ever get? Much better than that tiny pricked husband could give you. Bend over baby and grab your ankles. Daddy’s got a real treat for you. As Ken bent over, Rick yanked his pants down, exposing his ass for the camera. I watched Rick wet a finger and insert it up that ass. He turned his hand around before doing the same thing with his thumb. He did this again, rotating fingers until he started combining them and eventually had three fingers comfortably up Ken’s ass.Then as Rick stepped up directl_ behind Ken, he swatted his ass with his left hand as he directed his thick member into his hole. I could tell he was in by the gasp from my baby’s mouth. Then he wiggled his ass as he backed up onto Rick’s thick dick. I could hear Ken breathing loudly as he continued to push backward until Rick grabbed his hips and pushed forward sinking his pole all the way. Ken was speechless again for a few seconds then he started moaning about needing fucked by this fucking huge cock. He started talking rougher than I’ve ever heard him. I was excited and embarrassed at the same time. I heard Jason gasp behind me as he yanked his fly open and began jerking off. I must admit it was hot to watch. Just why did it have to be my husband? Rick kissed Ken’s neck as he began a slow grind, pulling out then forcing that cock back in. By the fourth cannonade he was picking up some speed, and by the sixth salvo he was pumping at a regular pace. He had turned my husband into one of his fuck toys and he was using him fully right now. As he fucked him, he asked Ken whose ass this belonged to. And Ken replied that it was his. Then he asked where he wanted his load and my husband begged him to fill him up with his seed. Rick just laughed and told him that was a good answer because he was gonna breed this sweet ass regardless of his answer. Real men do what they want, and he wanted to bury his load so far up his ass he would have to wipe the cum from his lips. Then Rick started moaning and cussing as he sped up his thrusting, pile driving Ken into the bench in his cell. As he reached his climax, he hollered as he emptied his balls up my baby’s ass. They collapsed atop the bench and rested for a minute before Rick withdrew from Ken’s hole. As he did so, I could hear the sound of the other cells all applauding such a thorough fuck. Great. Now I would be the scorn of the criminal element, not because I represented the law, but because my man got fucked, royally, in front of everyone. Why couldn’t I have been on patrol instead of having to watch this? And why did I shoot my load before Jason painted the back of my chair with his cum? And what now do I do about Ken? And Rick? -- source link