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“Anytime…” he said silently, forming the word with his thick lips, nodding his head.

This cop was clearly hungry for dick and Rashid was just the man to feed him some quality Black Angus tubesteak.

Sitting in that chair he could feel those eyes on the inside of his thigh as his dick throbbed. Leaning back he flashed his bulging basket, flexing his ass muscles and taunting Officer Harding with a better view. Rashid could wait out this Hungry Jack ‘cause he wanted to hear him beg for it.

“Statutory rape will get you 10 years hard time in State prison” Captain Jack Harding threatened, knowing all the while it was the only card that he could play.

After dragging Rashid and Tony down to the station he had called his sister to be sure his niece had gotten home. She had said nothing to indicate she knew of what had happened to her daughter in the park. He didn’t want to cause any trouble for Gloria, knowing a trial would ruin her family and permanently tarnish his career as well.

“She wanted it, she got it…’nuff said. Didn’t ‘cha ask Tony!?” Rashid languidly sneered, looking Jack Harding directly in the eyes. He knew it was just a matter of time and he’d play this game for as long as Officer Harding needed.

With his hands on his hips, Officer Harding was trying to project an attitude of control but Rashid knew his thick black dick was the only baton that was gonna be swung tonite.

“Tony will get his from his Dad and knowing your Dad, you’re gonna have some ‘splaining to do sooner than later” Jack snarled over his shoulder, bending over the lounging black stud, barking in his ear from behind.

Rashid just turned his head and with his lips almost touching Jack’s he stared directly into his eyes, holding that look until Harding suddenly stood. His crotch was right at eye level now, so Rashid watched as Harding stuffed his hand in his pocket, trying to adjust his hard swollen Irish cock.

“Tha’s later, what cha’ want wit me now…” Rashid said, staring at his crotch, the dare repeated. 

The policeman’s crotch was framed by that billyclub and holstered gun hanging from that black belt, knowing that if Captain Jack didn’t trust him he would be handcuffed. They just glinted there, that circle on the belt loop, just waiting. Rashid wondered which of them would wind up wearing them after this interview was over.

“You were talkin’ with Ricardo in the cells…did he pass you any drugs?” Officer Harding demanded and Rashid knew the only way he would have that info was if Tony had given it over.

He would have to settle that score later, for now he needed to get this shit set straight.
He stood up slowly, unbuckling his belt and the top button of his jeans and stood there, his arms stretched wide as if crucified.

“Only one way to tell what I’m packin’…” Rashid shrugged with a mean glint in his eye but a smile that said he was willing to turn his body over to Captain Harding. That challenge hung in the air and Jack knew he didn’t have any choice.

Jack Harding needed to have this stud believe he meant business or he would never get to show his face again around those rougher edges of this Town. Lifting his billyclub, he walked directly in front of the strapping black stud and held it between them.

“We won’t need that, Officer…” he said, grabbing the long shaft of the billyclub and yanking it suddenly, pulling Jack flush to his strapping body, circling him with his free arm around his shoulders, planting his lips on Captain Jack’s surprised mouth.

Jack couldn’t get free, held tightly in that body grip as he felt Rashid’s tongue sweeping along the inside of his mouth, sucking him deeper in his grasp. With their bodies flush against each other Rashid pumped his hips in steady strokes, bouncing his thick truncheon against Captain Harding's swollen crotch.

With a quick half turn and back step Rashid had learned on the streets he suddenly had Officer Harding on his knees, both still holding that billyclub, Jack wide eyed and staring up from between his legs.

“Which club you wan’, Officer…” Rashid said, using his other hand to unzip his fly letting those baggy jeans fall to the floor, his raging dick tenting the front of his boxers. 

Letting go of the billyclub, Captain Harding grabbed the back of his thighs, burying his face in Rashid’s crotch, the sweet smell of detergent, pussy juice and sweat loomed up his nostrils, making him swoon.

Taking the ends of those boxer briefs in his hands Jack tugged them down hard, that thick pole of black beef swinging past his head before smacking onto Rashid’s abs. With his face under those large balls Officer Harding nuzzled the root of that dick, making Rashid moan.

“I want a full cavity search, so spread ‘em…” Jack panted as he pulled his face from the underside of Rashid’s dick.

This was getting way kinky, way fast and, knowing he would never have this chance again, Rashid spun around quickly, dropping the billyclub on the table and bending straight over. He reached behind, grabbing both cheeks and spread them in front of Jack Harding’s face. He felt that hot breath on his upturned ass and grabbed those cheeks tighter, spreading his muscular ass cheeks even wider.

He had never gotten Ricardo to eat his ass and he wanted to have this cop be the first to sample that sweet manhole.

He hadn’t noticed Jack unclipping those handcuffs from the belt, and just as Rashid spread his strapping body face down across the table he felt the snap of those cuffs hit both wrists at once.

He jerked up too quickly, tried turning rising up from that tabletop and tripped in the tangle of his pants, wrapping his ankles. As his shoulder hit the floor hard he was now down on his knees, his wrists locked behind his back, his butt straight up in the air . He groaned and as he turned he saw over his shoulder Captain Jack Harding grasping that billyclub tightly in his fist.

He began running it along the inside of Rashid’s thigh, tapping his nuts and soon running it up and down the cleft of his rounded bubblebutt, pushing it against the rosebud of his ass, twisting that blunt end against the tight pucker of his asslips.

“Now, the sooner you tell me all you know about the drug dealing in this town the sooner I hand you over to your Daddy…” Officer Harding said plainly, all the while toying those low hanging balls with the tip of that billyclub.

This challenge was nothing that Rashid had imagined the scene morphing into and he suddenly understood this policeman might be something to contend with. This made his dick even harder as he imagined those tables turned, what he would like to do to this Police Officer. He just had to bide his time and he knew that ass would be his.

Whether he liked it or not, Rashid would turn that policeman’s ass out for getting him in this position.

To Be Continued