It had been a couple of days since Jack Dover and his partner, Joseph Clark, had talked through what to do about Officer Osborne. Since then, the DA had worked quickly on the Ben Stuart rape case. With the video proof, there was little the defense could hope for. Stuart had confessed and in return was given 35 years instead of life in prison. Jack and Joseph considered it a success. Jack found himself hoping for another case to come their way. He didn’t want Joseph to dig in any further with his male-on-male serial rapist theory.
As was their tradition after they caught the bad guy, Joseph had invited Jack for drinks and a swim to celebrate. With a 6-pack in hand, Jack walked around Joseph’s house and let himself into the backyard. He was surprised to find Joseph naked, sat at the edge of the pool talking to a young man. Jack thought the man looked familiar but couldn’t place him.
“Howdy, fellas! I see the dress code has relaxed some since you kicked Laura to the curb”, Jack said clapping Joseph on the back. He waved to the stranger, “Hey, I’m Jack.”
“Name’s Gregg. Good to meet you”, said the handsome young man with a deep voice. The water made the man’s chest hair glisten in the low afternoon sun. Jack could clearly see that Gregg was skinny-dipping. He tried not to stare too long at the enormous cock swaying gently in the water.
“Hey Jack! Glad you could make it”, Joseph said warmly as he lifted himself up to greet his partner with a brief hug. “Gregg is a beat cop in the department.” Joseph said, taking a beer from Jack’s 6-pack. “Ready for another Officer Osborne?”,Joseph asked Gregg while winking at Jack.
So this is Officer Osborne, Jack thought with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Using the video he had recorded that night, he had reviewed the men that came and went in an attempt to narrow down which man was Osborne. He had it down to 3 of the men. Luckily, Jack now could confirm that he and Osborne were never in the motel room at the same time. Osborne had been Stuart’s second-to-last customer. Jack guessed he and Osborne had only just missed each other when Jack had returned to the motel to remove Stuart’s restraints.
“Very ready”, Gregg said moving to the pool ladder.
“What did I tell you”, Joseph whispered to Jack when he caught Jack staring at the young man’s body, “It’s huge.” Gregg’s long, flaccid cock bounced on each thigh as the young man climbed the short ladder to join them.
“Behave” ,Jack joked as he elbowed Joseph in the ribs. “I’m Joe’s partner if he hasn’t already told you.” He took two beers out of the six-pack and extended one out to Gregg and kept the other for himself.
“Since when do you call me Joe? In the 8 years we’ve known each other, I can’t remember another time of you calling me Joe,” Joseph said, looking curiously at Jack and then over to Gregg. “For the first year we worked together, I kept asking this man to call me Joe, but it was always Officer Clark this, Officer Clark that. It took another year for him to start calling me Joseph when we were off duty, but never Joe. So I gave up. No other person alive calls me Joseph except for Jack.” Joseph then turned back to Jack. “I don’t know. I guess I got used to it. I like it. So, stop being weird and call me Joseph, Jack.” Joseph said, “And you, Gregg, can call me Joe.”
“Will do, Detective Clark,”Gregg joked. “And you, Detective Dover, what should I call you?”
“Jack’s fine, Gregg,” Jack said, extending his hand and was met with a firm handshake. “By the way, how many beers have you already had? Jack usually doesn’t drop his panties for me until after at least 5 drinks.”
“That’s my fault, Detective Dover, er, Jack,” Gregg explained looking nervous. “I gave a call to Jack about something with the Stuart case. I’m going to assume he told you about what I brought to him at the station.” The statement delivered as a question, Gregg looked away from Jack as he asked. Jack gave a quick nod, doing his best to not look uncomfortable. A hard thing given the nature of the situation. “Good,” Gregg continued. “Anyway, he invited me over to talk about it.”
“Ah, and since he’s seen you naked, you decided it was fair play?”, Jack asked teasingly.
“Ha, no, sorry, I guess I never answered your question”, Gregg said, now looking less nervous, “When I got here, I kept going on about how nice the pool looked, but I didn’t bring my trunks. Joe told me you guys always go au natural. Seeing your face when you came in, I’m guessing that’s not exactly the case?”
“I didn’t want him to feel weird about being the only one naked”, Joseph interjected with a grin and a shrug.
“Ha, well, no, we never have, but now that I think of it, why not. It’s private out here. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked almost every day in the locker room anyhow” ,Jack said peeling off his T-shirt and kicking off his trunks.
The three different generations of handsome, fit, naked police officers standing close to each other looked like the cover of a police charity calendar. Jack was the tallest and largest of the three, at 45. His torso was thicker than the other two and covered front and back in dark, curly hair with some grey beginning to show in his chest hair and the corners of his bushy mustache. He looked like a retired football player, strong with padded muscles. Joseph, who began getting some grey on his head at 25, had completely gone salt and pepper now at 35. Slightly shorter and smaller than Jack or Gregg, his chest, arms, and legs were lean. Time spent in the gym had sculpted his dad bod into a chiseled display of masculinity with a sexy firm beer belly that gave him a lived-in look. He was also fairly hairy guy save for his back and butt, which were smooth. Gregg, the youngest, was just 26. His body showed frequent visits to the gym, each muscle well defined and covered in a downy ginger fur. His hair was short, his face clean-shaven. Together, their cocks were all large in their own ways. Jack’s cock was wrist-thick and swung low over a large set of balls. Joseph’s was uncut, both a grower and a shower, his foreskin extended over his glands ending in a sexy crinkle. Gregg’s cock was massive. Even flaccid, it hung low and heavy. When the young officer walked his wet cock bounced back and forth, slapping against his thighs audibly.
“Cheers to a case closed,” Jack toasted. The other two readily clinked the necks of their beer bottles in agreement.
The three settled in together. The older men got to know Gregg. Gregg enjoyed hearing stories from working together for years.
When the sun set, Jack lit the fire pit and brought out a few robes. “Before we drink too much more, Gregg, why don’t you tell us what you called me about? You said it was about the Stuart case. Did you remember something new from the motel?”, Jack asked Gregg, putting on a robe without tying it.
“Yeah, I’m curious to hear,” Jack chimed in putting on a robe. It hung open, his hairy belly and thick cock on full display. He held out the remaining robe to Gregg and held the younger man’s beer while he put it on. Jack studied the man’s body was he wrestled with the robe before turning away when he felt his cock rise. “I’ve got your beer, Gregg”, Jack said over his shoulder as he brought it and his own to join Jack around the fire.
Gregg began, “So I went back to the motel in uniform. They have two cameras, one that looks over the parking lot. It covers the stairs that I and everyone else must have walked up. Thing is, the place is a shit hole. The camera doesn’t work. The desk lady said they let the security subscription lapse or something like that. When I checked out the camera, it’s pretty obvious it’s not working. Like, there’s wires hanging off it and it looks like someone spray-painted the lenses, and like a long time ago.”
“It was worth a try. I’d be curious to see how many men Stuart entertained that night”, Jack said. He hadn’t disconnected the camera himself but had made sure there weren’t any working security cameras.
“Yeah, and to see what state Stuart was in when he arrived or if he was alone” ,Joseph added, downing the last of his beer.
As he rose to grab another, Gregg continued,“But the old VFW next door has one. It’s facing the room that Stuart was in. They made me a copy readily enough. I didn’t even have to make up a reason why I was asking. The uniform goes a long way in places like that, I guess.”
“Good job, kid,” Joseph said, patting the younger man’s shoulder as he rose suddenly. “Let me grab us some more beer, and then I want to hear all about what’s on that tape.”
Jack nodded at Gregg, impressed, but Gregg wasn’t looking at Jack’s face. Jack noticed Gregg’s line of sight was focused on Jack’s crotch. Jack watched Gregg watch him, his cock pulsed and chubbed up under the sexy young officer’s surveillance. Gregg’s eyes widened. After a bit, Jack cleared his throat and Gregg looked up, meeting Jack’s gaze. Gregg’s face flushed red with embarrassment. Jack winked then widened his stance, letting his robe fall wider. Within seconds, Jack’s cock was at half mast and quickly heading towards a full erection. Gregg then followed suit, leaning back in his chair and opening his own legs showing Jack his enormous cock which was quickly catching up to Jack’s state of arousal. Jack’s gaze traveled slowly down from his face to see what Gregg had on offer. When they heard Jack returning, Jack quickly gathered his robe around him while Gregg leaned in a little closer to the fire, resting his right arm across his lap in an effort to hide his erection.
“We’re out of beer. I brought us whiskeys,” Jack said as he delivered Gregg and Jack tumblers of rye over ice.
“Is the beer really gone, or is it just your excuse?”,Jack asked, grinning.
“The man knows me well,” Joseph said. “So you were saying?”
“Yeah, so here’s the thing, you can see who goes in and out of the room, but it’s from pretty far away and you can’t make out any of the faces. I think can recognize Stuart from watching the videos of him in the case files you shared with me, Joseph,” Gregg said. Jack hadn’t known Joseph shared the files with Gregg but wasn’t bothered. There was nothing in them that wasn’t known by the general public by now anyway. “What you can see is a man enter the room before Stuart. Then Stuart arrives 22 minutes later, appears steady on his feet, no sign of intoxication. Not to say he wasn’t high, but he wasn’t dragged into the room; he arrived alone. Not counting Stuart, but including myself, I counted 18 men enter and leave the room, beginning at 8 p.m. and going on until nearly 2 a.m.”
Jack at first thought Gregg had miscounted. The 16 men who came to use Stuart, plus himself, made 17. Jack then realized that Gregg had counted him twice, once when he first arrived and left the room with Stuart restrained and once again when he returned to untie Stuart.
“Are we sure there were 18 different men that came and went? Is it possible that some returned for a second helping?” Joseph asked. Jack was annoyed at how good of a detective Joseph was.
“That’s a good point, Joe. I hadn’t considered that,” Gregg said, nodding.
“Someone must have tied and untied him,”Jack added before either of the two men got there first.
“Fuck, you’re right,” Joseph said excitedly, “Must be one of the guys in that video.”
“Maybe Stuart paid someone to do it, tie him up and come back later to untie him. I mean, he’s got the money and he’s a sexual deviant,” Gregg added.
“Maybe,” Joseph thought out loud, “He did seem to be enjoying himself some, if not a lot.”
“We know he has a history of paying prostitutes, so he does know how that world works,” Jack threw in.
“I mean, yes, that all makes sense, even if it was someone he knew, like a buddy that was helping him out with a fantasy, or whatever, even if he paid some guy to do it, or found some way to do it himself. That makes sense, that would have been the most believable scenario” Joseph said, “But why would Stuart then blackmail the men into turning him in? If Gregg had never come to me, we would have just thought the video of Stuart raping those girls came from someone who had come across it on the dark web or whatever. That Maybe they recognized Stuart and decided to send it our way. But the blackmailing thing, it doesn’t make sense and on the video, the one with you in it, Gregg. At the very end, after you cum up Stuart’s hole and then make him…suck your cock clean. You can see him craning his neck. There’s a mark there, a little red point. Could be from a needle”, Joseph leaned back and exhaled, “I think someone knew what Stuart was up to and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.”
Jack didn’t want to keep talking. Looking over at Gregg, Jack noticed that he didn’t look like he wanted to either. His smile and his erection were both absent now. Joseph had told Jack that the idea of possibly raping Stuart had hit Gregg hard, even if it was accidental rape. Jack gently kicked Joseph’s leg and used his chin to direct his partner’s attention to the dark cloud that had developed over Gregg’s face.
“Anyhow, this can all wait for Monday,” Jack said grabbing both of his guests’ shoulders and used them to stand and stretch before heading back towards the pool.
“I should leave you guys to it”, Gregg said.
“It’s not even 8 yet”, Jack replied before adding, “What?, You got another date at the Skylark Motel?” There was a slight pause before Gregg broke into a deep laugh.
“Asshole”, Gregg said smiling, “Joe’s right though, Someone set up Stuart. For all I know, he walked right past me.”
“Enough. We’re here to celebrate. And you’re not going anywhere kid other than inside to roll a few joints, C’mon I’ll show you where Joseph keeps his stash.”
After Jack had given Joseph’s pot and some rolling papers to Gregg, he excused himself to use the bathroom. There, looking at his reflection in the mirror, Jack exhaled slowly and shook his head, scolding himself for the situation he had created. Stuart’s arrest could rationalize his actions just so much. There were simpler ways he could have made that happen. Jack’s dark desires had led him here, and this time it brought his best friend and a young cop along for the ride. The young cop was ridiculously hot, and that little scene around the fire pit, what was that about? Jack thought to himself. He had always been so careful to keep that side of himself far away from his police work, his partner, his family, or anything that could cause him or them trouble. One hot young cop checking out his crotch, and he almost gave away his secret. If Joseph continues to fixate on what happened that night, his habits might be brought out in the open with or without him waving his stupid cock around. The thought unsettled Jack; he felt out of control, and that was his least favorite thing to feel.
“Calm down,” Jack whispered to himself in the mirror, “You were careful.”
Jack thought back to the night in question. He had returned to the motel a little after 1 a.m. From his car, he watched a man leave the room. He pulled his cap on and reached for the car door handle. Before he opened the car door, he caught the sight of another man headed to the stairs in the direction of where Stuart was tied up. He didn’t necessarily mind being there with other men.After he had his go, he had stayed and watched a couple of guys use Stuart. He had enjoyed the pleasure of seeing the rapist being raped as well as witnessing the men lost in their pleasure as they hammered into a faceless, helpless hole. He followed the man’s path as it led him to Stuart’s motel room. Then using his phone to see what was going on inside the room, he watched the man, who appeared to be in his mid-fifties with a horseshoe hairline and thick mustache, enter the room. Jack watched the man massage his crotch through his jeans before he pulled out a thick cock and sank into Stuart without hesitation. Stuart’s closed eyes screwed tighter in pain as the man fucked his sore, destroyed hole. Jack let himself out of his car and headed their way.
The man didn’t pause when Jack entered the room. He just gave a quick nod and grunt, and continued pumping his cock in and out of Stuart. “I’ll be done here pretty quick” ,the man said, rubbing a couple fingers around Stuart’s hole as he steadily fucked the tied-up rapist. His other hand was under his shirt, tweaking and tugging on his own nipple. Jack stood behind and to the side, wanting to stay as unseen as he could. “He’s all stretched out and sloppy with who knows how many loads. The slut could probably take us both, but with him tied up, the angle’s wrong. I’m going to have to make this destroyed cunt tight enough to cum in”, huffed the man as he took the fingers that were rubbing around in the cum and muck leaking from Stuart’s hole, and slid them into Stuart alongside his cock. Stuart groaned in pain or pleasure. Jack couldn’t help himself. He reached out to lift the man’s shirt past his chest, rubbing his hands on the man’s hairy belly and chest before tugging the man’s other nipple. “Fuck yeah, man”, the man encouraged. Jack got closer, reached under the man as he thrust into the tied up man’s gaping hole, he rubbed the man’s furry nuts as they slapped against Stuart, eliciting another moan from the fucker. Jack bent, took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. “Mmm, keep doing that, and it won’t be long at all.” The man began pounding Stuart and put his hand on the back of Jack’s head, holding it on his nipple as he fucked his load into Stuart. When his balls were empty, he stumbled back drunkenly before Jack steadied him. “He’s all yours, guy”, said the man, zipping up and heading out the door.
When Jack was sure the man was on the steps, he removed the tape from the door and locked the deadbolt, ended the stream to his phone, and deleted the ad he had posted. Stuart was mostly silent, not making much sound beyond some deep breathing. He appeared unconscious, presumably exhausted by spending the last 6 hours taking cock after cock. Jack removed the gag from Stuart’s mouth with a wet plop. Stuart’s eyes fluttered briefly but stayed closed. Jack had readied another syringe but guessed he wouldn’t have to use it. He untied Stuart’s wrists. Unrestrained, Stuart’s arms remained spread and unmoved. Stuart was wasted from the previous dose and the endless cocks that had raped the helpless predator. Moving behind Stuart, Jack regarded the man’s hole. Gaped, red, wet, and puffy, it was steadily leaking a river of cum down his balls and thighs. The mess dripped down to a large wet puddle soaking the already stained pillow below. There was so much cum leaking out that even if Stuart went to the police, there wouldn’t be a way to isolate the DNA. With a tug, he yanked the pillow out from under Stuart’s butt and tossed it on the bed near his head. When he had finished releasing Stuart, he tucked his arms to his side and rolled him over onto his back.
“Thanks…,” Stuart said, his voice sleepy. Jack could now see Stuart’s cock, covered in cum some dried, some fresh. He had come hands free and more than once. You’re welcome, Jack thought, smiling to himself. The smell and sight of Stuart’s abused body were turning him on. He had meant to tidy up and get home to bed but his cock had other ideas. Shrugging, Jack unzipped himself and took out his hardening cock. Aiming it at Stuart’s face, he let out a stream of piss. Stuart, still mostly asleep, brought his hand up to try to brush away the splashing urine before the hot liquid roused him enough to register what was happening. Groaning, he turned his face away into the cum and mess that had saturated the pillow that was once under him.
“I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to stick your tongue up my ass as deep as you can.” Jack said flatly as he removed his pants before stepping onto the bed, putting his feet on either side of Stuart’s head.
“Yes, sir,” Stuart said, broken, having lost all fight.
When Jack’s ass came to rest on the man’s mouth, he felt the man’s tongue lick and flirt with his hole before pushing against it. Jack bore down, allowing the tongue to breach his hole as Stuart tried his best to reach inside with his tongue, lapping at the walls of the cop’s hole, doing his best to push in as far as his tongue could go. Stuart was moaning into the cop’s asshole. Jack jerked his cock, enjoying the sensation of being tongue fucked, his balls bouncing on the man’s forehead. When he reached his orgasm, he lifted himself off the man’s mouth enough to use the fingers from one hand to lift both of Stuart’s eyelids. He held them open as he shot his cum directly onto the man’s face where most of it gathered and puddled in the man’s eyes.
Hopping off, he heard Stuart mumble something before falling back to sleep, snoring loudly. Jack collected all the things he had brought, putting them back in the black leather bag and dressed. When he left the motel room, he deposited what remained of Stuart’s clothes in the trash near the stairs, grinning, as he imagined Stuart waking and realizing he didn’t have anything to wear.
Jack was brought back to the present when Gregg knocked on the bathroom door. Not realizing the little flashback had caused his cock to raise and leak, he opened the door. Jack, again, found Gregg staring at his crotch. “Um… I’m all done with the joints, Jack” He stuttered, “Is there, um, anything else you need me to do for you?”
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